Canon-Swap
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Canon-Swap
by Truth Mon Jun 24, 2013 11:59 am
In this chat, you are not allowed to use a character from any of your own canons. Published canons are fine, as are canons belonging to people on this site (providing you ask them, naturally).
I, for one, will be using Mr Shrike from the Mortal Engines Quartet.
This will be set... somewhere. I vote that it should be on a traction city, but that's something we can discuss later.
I, for one, will be using Mr Shrike from the Mortal Engines Quartet.
This will be set... somewhere. I vote that it should be on a traction city, but that's something we can discuss later.
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Re: Canon-Swap
by V Tue Jun 25, 2013 1:15 pm
I'm going to be using Johnny Truant from House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski.
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Resonated Echo Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:14 pm
I think I'm gonna use Jaquelyne, one of my WoW characters >.>
She's an anthropomorphic gray wolf with no tail, and stands at nearly six feet tall. The fur on her maw and around her eyes is white, and she has wild, black hair that could arguably be considered a mane. She dresses in leather armor and a blue cloak, and has a staff strapped at her back. She doesn't wear shoes, but she still wears the leg parts of what used to be complete leather boots.
She's an anthropomorphic gray wolf with no tail, and stands at nearly six feet tall. The fur on her maw and around her eyes is white, and she has wild, black hair that could arguably be considered a mane. She dresses in leather armor and a blue cloak, and has a staff strapped at her back. She doesn't wear shoes, but she still wears the leg parts of what used to be complete leather boots.
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Truth Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:21 pm
I should probably describe Mr Shrike.
He's tall, a bit over six feet. He would be somewhat gaunt and slender if it wasn't for the metal plates bolted directly to his bones. It's tough but well-designed armour, leaving very few gaps and chinks. His face and hands are visible; they are pale and drawn, and would be horribly dessicated were it not for the constant film of preservative fluids across them. The top third of his face is obscured behind a metal skull-cap (literally) that houses two glowing, hexagonal green eyes. Many cables and flexes run from the metal skull-cap to ports on his shoulders or simply hang loose. He tends to wear a long, tatty coat with a hood that he sometimes draws up to try to mask his appearance a little.
He's tall, a bit over six feet. He would be somewhat gaunt and slender if it wasn't for the metal plates bolted directly to his bones. It's tough but well-designed armour, leaving very few gaps and chinks. His face and hands are visible; they are pale and drawn, and would be horribly dessicated were it not for the constant film of preservative fluids across them. The top third of his face is obscured behind a metal skull-cap (literally) that houses two glowing, hexagonal green eyes. Many cables and flexes run from the metal skull-cap to ports on his shoulders or simply hang loose. He tends to wear a long, tatty coat with a hood that he sometimes draws up to try to mask his appearance a little.
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Re: Canon-Swap
by V Wed Jun 26, 2013 1:38 am
So here's what little physical description I know of Johnny Truant.
He's a reclusive unwashed ex-tattoo shop worker with a drug problem, and is attractive enough to have several one night stands with women of questionable morals and book translators. He's recently been evicted from his apartment for neglecting to pay the rent, heating or utilities for three months straight and has been living out of his car since such a time. He has scars up and down his arms from...boiling water? We assume?
That is all I have at this point.
He's a reclusive unwashed ex-tattoo shop worker with a drug problem, and is attractive enough to have several one night stands with women of questionable morals and book translators. He's recently been evicted from his apartment for neglecting to pay the rent, heating or utilities for three months straight and has been living out of his car since such a time. He has scars up and down his arms from...boiling water? We assume?
That is all I have at this point.
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Re: Canon-Swap
by V Wed Jun 26, 2013 10:57 pm
Right now I'm supposedly in Los Gatos California. I couldn't confirm that for you though, because my piece of shit car broke down in the middle of what seems to be a swamp. There aren't any swamps in California. I'm sticky with sweat and being eaten alive by mosquitos.House of Leaves. 509. Mark Z. Danielewski wrote:September 29, 1998
Are you fucking kidding me? Did you really think any of that was true? September 2 thru September 28? I just made all that up. Wrote it in two hours I don't have any friends who are doctors. You must have guessed that. At least the lack of expletives should have clued you in. A sure sign that something was amiss.
And if you bought that Yellow-Tablet-Of-Shine stuff, well then you're fucking worse off than I am.
Though here's the sadder side of all of this, I wasn't trying to trick you I was trying to trick myself, to believe, even for two lousy hours, that I really was lucky enough to have two such friends, and doctors too, who could help me, give me a hand, feed me tofu, make me excercise, administer a miracle drug, cure my nightmares. Not like Lude with all his pills and parties and con-talk street-smack. Though I sure do miss Lude. I wonder how he is. Should be out of the hospital by now. Wonder if he's rich yet. It's been months since I've seen him. I don't even know where the last month went. I had to make something up to fill the disconcerting void. Had to.
So yeah, I'm probably not in California, or at least definitely not in Los Gatos, come to think of it. I honestly don't know where the fuck I am and I don't even know how the fuck I got here. I'm curled up in the passenger seat of my still smoking car, writing this down because I'm hoping by writing it it's going to become a lie, or that I'll just lose time and this enigmatic place I've found myself in will just disappear behind me on the road like everything else has, and that my life hasn't suddenly achieved an all time low with my only means of transportation having gone out in the middle of fucking swampland. There's not even a motel or anything within sight. No road signs, no markers, no glowing yellow tape, nothing, nothing to see, nothing but gnarly swamp trees with their curled exposed roots and branches like veins, touching the sky.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do at that point really. Getting out and walking seemed stupid, as wherever I went, I'd need money to pay for a room or a tow to a gas station, and I had nothing left to sell. I mean I had my guns in the trunk but fuck me if I was going to be selling any of those anytime soon. Not while every time I closed my eyes the all too familiar nightmares of dark emptiness threatened my sanity. Going to assume they're just nightmares, because the alternative is fucking horrifying and I don't want to think about it, thank you very much.
I don't know why I sat and waited, it wasn't as if anything would be coming to find me. Well, not true, but I could hope for a night of reprieve.
Last edited by V on Wed Jun 26, 2013 11:03 pm; edited 2 times in total (Reason for editing : Mr. Truant unexpectedly lapsed in font consistency and it cannot be determined at this time whether the lapse was intentional or accidental. -Ed.)
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Truth Thu Jun 27, 2013 11:17 am
Mr Shrike strode through the swamp. It should not have been possible for anyone or anything to stride through a swamp, but by dint of unholy vigour and unyielding strength he was somehow managing it. Ahead was... a road? He had not seen roads on the bare earth for centuries. The thing on it would have made his heart pound had it not been removed from his chest many centuries ago. It was a ground-car, just like the ones he had seen in London when he was young, before it crossed the land on wheels and tracks. He approached, and for a moment he thought he recognised the driver.
He approached and tapped on the window with one metal-tipped finger, and spoke in a voice that called to mind tearing metal and shrieking hinges.
"HESTER SHAW?"
He approached and tapped on the window with one metal-tipped finger, and spoke in a voice that called to mind tearing metal and shrieking hinges.
"HESTER SHAW?"
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Re: Canon-Swap
by V Thu Jun 27, 2013 3:11 pm
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking car. Fucking swamp. Fucking metal monster outside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I think I've spoken before about how it gets easier to do things if you just swear at them a few times. I'm desperately hoping that this is one of those times.
I'm desperately hoping that this monster knows nothing of me and nothing of my life an nothing of that House and that I can just summon the will power with a few magic fucks to get up out of this car and go, "Excuse me Mr.Monster, but this is not the car you're looking for" like outta fucking Star Wars or some shit and just have his metal ass turn and get away from me because you already know I have more than my share of monsters chasing me.
But that's probably not the case and I can see it unfold in font of me right now, I get out of the car and tell Mr. Monster that this isn't the car he's looking for and he looks deep into me with that cold unfeeling blackness that's bound to be there and roars, the chilling roar that I've heard so many times before but each new time is like a completely different experience, leaving me utterly changed and not at all different, trembling in my falling apart shoes, falling back into the drivers seat as he advances, my elbow hitting the horn and co-mingling a dinky tin honking noise into the abhorrent roaring that I know and don't all too well by now. My vision curling into familiar blackness just like before and feeling it rip out my intestines, not even a chance, as it breaks through the windshield to peel me out of the car and eat me alive on the still smoking hood.
That's what will happen.
Except it didn't. And I slowly rolled down my window, looking up at the ungodly abomination of metal and decaying flesh, and with a weak smile said "Yes, officer?"
I think I've spoken before about how it gets easier to do things if you just swear at them a few times. I'm desperately hoping that this is one of those times.
I'm desperately hoping that this monster knows nothing of me and nothing of my life an nothing of that House and that I can just summon the will power with a few magic fucks to get up out of this car and go, "Excuse me Mr.Monster, but this is not the car you're looking for" like outta fucking Star Wars or some shit and just have his metal ass turn and get away from me because you already know I have more than my share of monsters chasing me.
But that's probably not the case and I can see it unfold in font of me right now, I get out of the car and tell Mr. Monster that this isn't the car he's looking for and he looks deep into me with that cold unfeeling blackness that's bound to be there and roars, the chilling roar that I've heard so many times before but each new time is like a completely different experience, leaving me utterly changed and not at all different, trembling in my falling apart shoes, falling back into the drivers seat as he advances, my elbow hitting the horn and co-mingling a dinky tin honking noise into the abhorrent roaring that I know and don't all too well by now. My vision curling into familiar blackness just like before and feeling it rip out my intestines, not even a chance, as it breaks through the windshield to peel me out of the car and eat me alive on the still smoking hood.
That's what will happen.
Except it didn't. And I slowly rolled down my window, looking up at the ungodly abomination of metal and decaying flesh, and with a weak smile said "Yes, officer?"
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Resonated Echo Thu Jun 27, 2013 4:48 pm
((I forgot to mention that she speaks with an English accent (probably like...a London one or something, I'm not positive) in a very gruff voice))
I wasn't quite sure how I'd gotten here, and my map revealed nothing. From what I understood, this wasn't even on the map. I probably should've found that extremely unsettling, perhaps even a bit disturbing, but I was oddly calm about the whole thing. Just trekking through the swamp.
Up ahead, I saw a robot-looking figure standing by an odd machine that must've been some sort of vehicle.
"You there!" I called as I approached. "D'you know where this is?"
I wasn't quite sure how I'd gotten here, and my map revealed nothing. From what I understood, this wasn't even on the map. I probably should've found that extremely unsettling, perhaps even a bit disturbing, but I was oddly calm about the whole thing. Just trekking through the swamp.
Up ahead, I saw a robot-looking figure standing by an odd machine that must've been some sort of vehicle.
"You there!" I called as I approached. "D'you know where this is?"
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Truth Thu Jun 27, 2013 7:04 pm
Shrike stared at the small once-born huddled inside the ground bug. He had never been called officer before and wasn't entirely sure he liked the sound of it. he thought for a moment before speaking.
"I AM SEARCHING FOR THE ONCE-BORN YOU WOULD CALL HESTER SHAW," he said. "SHE HAS A SCAR ACROSS HER FACE AND ONLY ONE EYE. SHE PROBABLY HIDES HER FACE."
He heard the voice calling out behind him and slowly unsheathed his finger glaives but maintaining a non-threatening posture.
"I AM NOT CERTAIN. I BELIEVE WE ARE IN THE RUSTWATER SWAMPS NEAR THE WESTERN EDGE OF THE GREAT HUNTING GROUND."
"I AM SEARCHING FOR THE ONCE-BORN YOU WOULD CALL HESTER SHAW," he said. "SHE HAS A SCAR ACROSS HER FACE AND ONLY ONE EYE. SHE PROBABLY HIDES HER FACE."
He heard the voice calling out behind him and slowly unsheathed his finger glaives but maintaining a non-threatening posture.
"I AM NOT CERTAIN. I BELIEVE WE ARE IN THE RUSTWATER SWAMPS NEAR THE WESTERN EDGE OF THE GREAT HUNTING GROUND."
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Re: Canon-Swap
by V Thu Jun 27, 2013 11:03 pm
Who the hell is Hester Shaw. I didn't know any Hester Shaw. I wasn't really sure what all I knew these days, and while it had been entirely possible that I met a Hester Shaw in my interviews with Zampanó's translators, but from what I remembered from most of those, I didn't.
Not that that really means much.
Perhaps she'd been a hooker at one of Lude's parties, but I didn't see her on the list. And a face like that would have definitely been noted on his list. But hey, if Officer Monster wanted to find someone who wasn't me, I'd be fucked if I wanted to get in his way about it.
The less monsters in my way the better. I had enough monsters in the cardboard box in my back seat to last me a lifetime, and if I said I wanted anymore I'd be lying right in your face. I didn't want another source of endlessly sleepless nights, or terrifying nightmares when I succumbed, listless days of trying to get out of my House without realizing more than an hour had past, fits of panic that cause me to pull over in my car on an empty road for hours at a time, memories that I can't even confirm are mine, memories I can't even confirm are real, I didn't want that, didn't need that. I had enough shit to sort out. More than enough. Shit for the rest of my life. Breakfast lunch and dinner, though at this time I wasn't really eating anyway, and the six cans of tuna rolling around under the driver's seat were probably rancid by now so even if I did, I'd probably be throwing up more than I kept down.
"Sorry, I can't help you, never heard of her. And I've heard of a lot of shit." I told Officer Monster. I hoped I could get out of his way as quickly as possible, but it didn't seem all that feasible considering that in order to floor it outta here I'd have to have a fucking car that worked.
I checked in the rearview mirror for whoever he was talking to, expecting... well, not expecting what I saw. A fucking talking animal. I shit you not, a talking animal. Fucking wolf like six feet tall or some shit talking and wearing clothes. I blinked several times and looked again in my rearview mirror, just to make sure I wasn't crazy. Or high. I haven't been high in about a month or more from my own notes, and I'm inclined to believe myself based on the fact that I've been fucking broke for most of that time, but honestly the idea of some fucker coming into my car in the middle of the night and dropping two tabs of E into my mouth was 1000 times more likely than the possibility of a talking fucking wolf. Jesus Christ if this is a dream, it's a welcome departure from the usual shit.
Not that that really means much.
Perhaps she'd been a hooker at one of Lude's parties, but I didn't see her on the list. And a face like that would have definitely been noted on his list. But hey, if Officer Monster wanted to find someone who wasn't me, I'd be fucked if I wanted to get in his way about it.
The less monsters in my way the better. I had enough monsters in the cardboard box in my back seat to last me a lifetime, and if I said I wanted anymore I'd be lying right in your face. I didn't want another source of endlessly sleepless nights, or terrifying nightmares when I succumbed, listless days of trying to get out of my House without realizing more than an hour had past, fits of panic that cause me to pull over in my car on an empty road for hours at a time, memories that I can't even confirm are mine, memories I can't even confirm are real, I didn't want that, didn't need that. I had enough shit to sort out. More than enough. Shit for the rest of my life. Breakfast lunch and dinner, though at this time I wasn't really eating anyway, and the six cans of tuna rolling around under the driver's seat were probably rancid by now so even if I did, I'd probably be throwing up more than I kept down.
"Sorry, I can't help you, never heard of her. And I've heard of a lot of shit." I told Officer Monster. I hoped I could get out of his way as quickly as possible, but it didn't seem all that feasible considering that in order to floor it outta here I'd have to have a fucking car that worked.
I checked in the rearview mirror for whoever he was talking to, expecting... well, not expecting what I saw. A fucking talking animal. I shit you not, a talking animal. Fucking wolf like six feet tall or some shit talking and wearing clothes. I blinked several times and looked again in my rearview mirror, just to make sure I wasn't crazy. Or high. I haven't been high in about a month or more from my own notes, and I'm inclined to believe myself based on the fact that I've been fucking broke for most of that time, but honestly the idea of some fucker coming into my car in the middle of the night and dropping two tabs of E into my mouth was 1000 times more likely than the possibility of a talking fucking wolf. Jesus Christ if this is a dream, it's a welcome departure from the usual shit.
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Resonated Echo Thu Jun 27, 2013 11:21 pm
Well, that was just great. Stuck in some mystery swamp I'd never heard of that wasn't even on my bloody map. No landmarks, no hippogryphs, nothing.
"D'you know how I could get out of here, then?" I asked.
"D'you know how I could get out of here, then?" I asked.
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Truth Fri Jun 28, 2013 12:42 pm
"I INTEND TO CROSS THE SEA OF KAZAK AND INVESTIGATE THE SHAW HOMESTEAD ON OAK ISLAND." His voice sounded like the apocalypse happening inside a tin can. "MY METHOD OF CROSSING THE SEA OF KAZAK WOULD NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR A ONCE-BORN. ASSUMING THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE."
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Truth Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:53 pm
Shrike stared at the wolf creature for a moment. Clearly it was one of the mutated remnants from the Sixty Minute War, although he was impressed by its appearance so many centuries after the Scriven had died out.
"YOU ARE ONCE-BORN."
"YOU ARE ONCE-BORN."
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Resonated Echo Tue Jul 02, 2013 5:27 am
"Because that clears up so much!" I answered sarcastically. "I'm a lot of things."
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Resonated Echo Wed Jul 03, 2013 5:56 pm
"Thank you," I said.
It sounded kind of like a dumb question now that he'd explained it, but I'd heard it as some strange new word, not as "once" and "born". Oh well.
"You know," I started, "you could actually argue that I've been born more than once. Perhaps."
It sounded kind of like a dumb question now that he'd explained it, but I'd heard it as some strange new word, not as "once" and "born". Oh well.
"You know," I started, "you could actually argue that I've been born more than once. Perhaps."
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Truth Tue Jul 23, 2013 6:06 pm
Shrike's finger-glaives extended with a quiet little shnik!
"SO YOU ARE NOT A ONCE-BORN?"
"SO YOU ARE NOT A ONCE-BORN?"
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Re: Canon-Swap
by Resonated Echo Thu Jul 25, 2013 6:06 pm
"Well, yes and no. I was born as a human, but now I live a new life as a worgen."
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