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 Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 2:19 pm
I'm still juggling around ideas, but I've started the first two parts.
This story will be continuous, it may even be daily/bi-daily if I can get on a roll.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 3:58 pm
Balance. That is my only belief. Without balance, we would have nothing. What is light without a shadow? What is good without evil? They would be a single thing, with nothing to go against it. That would be just, boring. No? But sadly, the scale is tipped from time to time. The world always changes, except for one thing. The fact that balance keeps it together. Of course, someone has to keep balance. And obviously, that's me. Though it is getting tiring doing all of this. Altering the outcome of wars, disposing of men too powerful for the world, silencing people with new technologies.
Each time I work for this balance, I grow tiresome. Something is missing. If only there was a way to lessen my work, but still upholding my duties. I lay back in my leather seat, and look out the window into the world. I look around the urbanized jungle watching people pass by. Laughing, loving, caring. The three things that cannot be balanced. I watch the endless stream of people rush by, and I enter into deep thought. People. My eyes widen, and I jump out of my seat and I turn to the computer, and get to work.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:34 pm
I unfortunately have no suggestions as far as a title goes. This little snippet didn't really give me much insight on what you plan this story to be about. The only thing I can really contribute is you maintained a good thought process and relayed your character well.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 8:23 pm
It's more of a prologue really, finalizing next part now. And I literally have no official title for this.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:15 pm
My eyes are fixated on the screen. Everything is set. I have realized, that even if my dream to try to balance the world is lived reached, there'd be nobody to stop them from changing their ways. So, I will travel. I will venture into the corners of the earth, and hand pick 12 people to help me maintain balance. Days pass, and a package, the size of teapot, lays motionless on my doorstep. It's nice to make friends sometimes. A voice rings in my head. "It's been awhile." I look down at the package, and grin. I suppose if I wanted to accomplish all of the feats I have performed until now, I'd need some power. 'Alter.' The weapon for someone of such great balance. Altering substances into something of the exact same mass. I guess it's characterization. The package in my hands turns to sand, ignoring my mistake of doing so on top of carpet, and examine the contents. Passport, money, immigration documents for a few European countries, and lastly, a letter. "That old fool, sending letters could risk exposure for him." But still, I'm happy. I remove the seal, and begin reading the letter.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 3:30 pm
SIDE NOTE: Changing style of this story to a sort of pulp fiction. I'll change color according to the character starring in the chapter(s)
Pink = Sia
The vibrant sunlight pierces through the window. It's warmth spreads across my body, as I rise to the sight of my luxurious, lavish abode. The frilly drapes hanging, the polished gems sparkling, and of course, my hair flowing and silky. I get ready for another peaceful day, and I settle myself upon the aged navy blue velvet chair like my father, and announce, "As of now, I, Sia Ignis, declare the day to have begun!"
This routine, yet quiet life is truly bliss. The people surrounding me are well past the level of competent, my status as a noble is rising, thanks to the jump start of my father. My most loyal servant, dressed in a pitch black uniform, decorated by only white vertical stripes hands me a letter. "It's from an old friend of your fathers it says. Do what you want with it." I cut open the letter using my fathers letter opener, and I read the contents.
Sometimes, my life is too quiet. Instead of having the help, well, help my people, I sometimes assist them in search of excitement. I was bored before, but this letter, intrigues me. Excites me. I read it aloud for my butler, Verze, and my assistant, Maya to hear and react to.
Sender : Micah Myst
Receiver : Current Ignis House Head
Dear Mr./Mrs. Ignis,
"Hello, how do you do? I request a fake passport, money, and anything to surprise me if you want. If the Ignis head has in fact changed, then with your ability, I believe you can understand what this means. End:Res. After discovering it's meaning, I hope you will understand my reasoning."
End:Res. It seems familiar, yet distant and powerful. And what ability is he talking about? This isn't a fantasy story. But still, finding out what this End:Res is about, could end up passing some time. I rush out of the back entrance, and into the garden. Small statuettes of different flames adorn the path to the monument. A life size statue is propped on a chair, smiling. This statue is of the one who started the Ignis legacy. Fiamma de Ignis.
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