If no-more posting happens tomorrow I'll probably post again.
I know it's just after Christmas but I don't want to wait too long.
I know it's just after Christmas but I don't want to wait too long.
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STATUS: I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography. 3 yrs ago
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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
3 yrs ago
At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
3 yrs ago
I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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As much as there's a lot of reasons twitter sucks, I genuinely don't want to see it die for the sake of all the artists who now rely on it. Hoping the shithead stops trying to directly administrate.
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I feel like the Church's involvement would largely be in verifying the nature of the grails.
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Eventually, the maid directed Ryuuko to the dining hall, where she had seen both Toshiko and Yuuno heading to. She hadn't disturbed them, as it was likely they were busy with something relating to the case. Regardless of just what it was, Toshiko had seemed in quite a hurry. Perhaps there had been some sort of revelation regarding the case?
Either way, it was clear where they were.
Upon arriving there, Ryuuko would see Toshiko and Yuuno seated beside one another. Toshiko seemed rather pleased with herself, so there must have been some kind of development.
Either way, it was clear where they were.
Upon arriving there, Ryuuko would see Toshiko and Yuuno seated beside one another. Toshiko seemed rather pleased with herself, so there must have been some kind of development.
Okay, so, um, going to work with @Rin on moving after Christmas. We've got a plan that just needs to get put fully into action.
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While the vase-storing room was easy enough to return to, it seemed as if something had perhaps gone amiss. Neither Toshiko nor the daughter of the Daidouji family remained there. Just where had they gone, and what were they doing?
"I don't want to talk about what we're looking for because who knows what you'll do if you find it. I didn't go through all this effort to leave my band or myself unpaid," Alette replied rather quickly, narrowing her crimson eyes. It appeared she didn't like something about what Nero had said, at the very least. "And don't go claiming I wasn't prepared for anything. Just because you showed up doesn't mean anything."
Her spear was once again rested across her shoulders.
"And I don't give a damn about politics, if that even mattered to this job," she continued, "I'll give you this: The job we're doing doesn't have a fucking thing to do with politics. You're following the wrong trail, and it's kind of hilarious. At least, if you think it's political. Anyway, these bastards-"
Alette used her spear to point towards the fresh dead both inside and outside the fort. "Came here to receive something. I'm not telling you anything else."
Her spear was once again rested across her shoulders.
"And I don't give a damn about politics, if that even mattered to this job," she continued, "I'll give you this: The job we're doing doesn't have a fucking thing to do with politics. You're following the wrong trail, and it's kind of hilarious. At least, if you think it's political. Anyway, these bastards-"
Alette used her spear to point towards the fresh dead both inside and outside the fort. "Came here to receive something. I'm not telling you anything else."
Yes, there's space.
After a few moments of silence, Fanilly took a deep breath, eyes downcast.
"We... we must ensure they have a proper burial," she began raising her gaze and turning towards her knights. "Or... at least have the appropriate words said over them, if nothing else. We can't leave them all like this, we..."
She trailed off. She had seen men die. She had killed men. But this mass execution of Thaln's soldiers was... different. It had shaken what composure she had. All she could think of was the hopelessness that they must have felt here, bound and watching their comrades die one by one by the brutality of a slashed throat. This was not a battle where the dead at least died fighting. This was a slaughter, the only definition it could fall under was that of murder.
"Oiiii, don't fall apart," commented Alette, making to step forward, "I know it's pretty horrible, but you're supposed to be the captain here, aren't you, cute stuff? Find out what happened, and kill the shitbags who orchestrated it. Unless I beat you to it."
Alette grinned, somewhat viciously, as she rested her spear across her shoulders. "There's only one thing I hate more then the kind of fuckers who'd order people to do this sort of shit."
Fanilly shook her head, and took a deep breath. As unpleasant as the Shark had put it, she had a point. She had to keep her composure.
It was around then that Tiral approached her with a note.
"Some kind of item?" she trailed off for a few moments. Something had been taken here? Was that the reason that all of this had happened? But what could it have been? What sort of item would have instigated all this? "But why would so many people have died for this... what could it be?"
"Wait, what? It's moved on already?" Alette asked, "Aaah, damn it all!"
She sighed heavily.
"Reon damn stupid scumbag bastard fuckers..." she practically growled.
Fanilly immediately looked up at that note. "... Do you know what was here?"
For a few moments, Alette was silent. "... Ah... well... er..."
Borifos simply sighed.
"As if I had said numbers were the only factor in this situation," he commented, "Such arrogant blather is hardly the way to treat a fighting force she had unjustly attacked and had been convinced to step down. Frankly, if I were a more temperamental individual, I would describe her behavior in less polite terms."
"Hmph," huffed Alrial. "Forget that idiot, Borifos. A stupid uptight moron like her isn't worth your breath. Now put me up!"
She raised her arms. With a sigh, Borifos leaned down, and then picked her up, before resting her carefully on his shoulder.
The rat was unfortunately not a font of wisdom. The most it could provide was that, a few days ago, there had been some kind of scuffle, and that it had hid. Humans who were different from the first humans had come, something had happened, and then there were a lot of dead humans. That was about all that it knew. It had been hiding for the most part out of fear for its own life.
"Ah? There was supposed to be something here," Abigail commented, eyes still lingering on Alette, "But it seems like it must be gone... oh, dear... My dear Alette will be in a poor mood, she wants to be paid... I shall have to cheer her up as soon as possible~"
"We... we must ensure they have a proper burial," she began raising her gaze and turning towards her knights. "Or... at least have the appropriate words said over them, if nothing else. We can't leave them all like this, we..."
She trailed off. She had seen men die. She had killed men. But this mass execution of Thaln's soldiers was... different. It had shaken what composure she had. All she could think of was the hopelessness that they must have felt here, bound and watching their comrades die one by one by the brutality of a slashed throat. This was not a battle where the dead at least died fighting. This was a slaughter, the only definition it could fall under was that of murder.
"Oiiii, don't fall apart," commented Alette, making to step forward, "I know it's pretty horrible, but you're supposed to be the captain here, aren't you, cute stuff? Find out what happened, and kill the shitbags who orchestrated it. Unless I beat you to it."
Alette grinned, somewhat viciously, as she rested her spear across her shoulders. "There's only one thing I hate more then the kind of fuckers who'd order people to do this sort of shit."
Fanilly shook her head, and took a deep breath. As unpleasant as the Shark had put it, she had a point. She had to keep her composure.
It was around then that Tiral approached her with a note.
"Some kind of item?" she trailed off for a few moments. Something had been taken here? Was that the reason that all of this had happened? But what could it have been? What sort of item would have instigated all this? "But why would so many people have died for this... what could it be?"
"Wait, what? It's moved on already?" Alette asked, "Aaah, damn it all!"
She sighed heavily.
"Reon damn stupid scumbag bastard fuckers..." she practically growled.
Fanilly immediately looked up at that note. "... Do you know what was here?"
For a few moments, Alette was silent. "... Ah... well... er..."
Borifos simply sighed.
"As if I had said numbers were the only factor in this situation," he commented, "Such arrogant blather is hardly the way to treat a fighting force she had unjustly attacked and had been convinced to step down. Frankly, if I were a more temperamental individual, I would describe her behavior in less polite terms."
"Hmph," huffed Alrial. "Forget that idiot, Borifos. A stupid uptight moron like her isn't worth your breath. Now put me up!"
She raised her arms. With a sigh, Borifos leaned down, and then picked her up, before resting her carefully on his shoulder.
The rat was unfortunately not a font of wisdom. The most it could provide was that, a few days ago, there had been some kind of scuffle, and that it had hid. Humans who were different from the first humans had come, something had happened, and then there were a lot of dead humans. That was about all that it knew. It had been hiding for the most part out of fear for its own life.
"Ah? There was supposed to be something here," Abigail commented, eyes still lingering on Alette, "But it seems like it must be gone... oh, dear... My dear Alette will be in a poor mood, she wants to be paid... I shall have to cheer her up as soon as possible~"
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"Ummm.... I don't think we know them at all..." the maid looked thoughtful for a few moments, before glancing at Tomoko. The older woman shook her head, seeming just as surprised at the appearance of the two thieves as the maid was. Indeed, things seemed like they were really rather confusing in this circumstance, as far as the Daidouji household was concerned. There wasn't any recognition from either the family members or the maid. At least, not Tomoko and this specific maid.
"Er... Oh, I think the blonde one had... blue eyes?" she said, "I can't remember what color the black-haired ones' eyes were... even though she hit me in the face..."
The maid seemed rather sour about that last part.
"Er... Oh, I think the blonde one had... blue eyes?" she said, "I can't remember what color the black-haired ones' eyes were... even though she hit me in the face..."
The maid seemed rather sour about that last part.
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For a few moments, the black-haired girl rubbed at her temples and winced, not finding the strength to do anything other then try and sooth the throbbing ache in her skull. However, as those moments passed, it seemed like the pain must have been lessening, and slowly she opened her eyes... and then they widened as memories came flooding to her.
"Blonde hair! One was little and she had blonde hair!" she cried, waving her hands in the air, "She looked kind of like... like a doll! She was like... a little doll? Not literally but she looked really fragile! She only had socks on too and she stepped on my nail when she was coming in and then I jumped out to stop them! But then the bigger one, she had black hair, and she got really mad and hit me in the face!"
"Blonde hair! One was little and she had blonde hair!" she cried, waving her hands in the air, "She looked kind of like... like a doll! She was like... a little doll? Not literally but she looked really fragile! She only had socks on too and she stepped on my nail when she was coming in and then I jumped out to stop them! But then the bigger one, she had black hair, and she got really mad and hit me in the face!"
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