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Post by CS Revolked on Jan 13, 2009 12:23:28 GMT -5
OK, just gonna type up the rules. Spear: What?! Rules!? CS: Yes, there are rules 1. Probs the most important. I'll explain. The way the chapters are set out, reviews/comments will muck it up. So each page is a chapter. Eg. Page 1 = Chapter 1 So, if you want to post a comment, PLEASE contact me. I'd hate to remodel the chapters without knowing. 2. This is from Spear's POV. Do not like 1st person, DO NOT READ 3. If you hate Spear (or the concept of him) don't read. 4. No horrible comments, I don't mind constructive criticism, but when you go on here to be horrible, I WILL delete your comment. 5. Further in there will be a few scary parts. If you don't like it do not read. I will put markers before the passage for example "This section has elements of mild/major horror, if this may distress you, please do not read" If you read even with the warning, then I will not accept blame. Spear: Is that it? CS: Yep, sure is. If I think of any more I'll update this space
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Post by CS Revolked on Jan 20, 2009 11:08:40 GMT -5
the first part. btw for every 3 Spear chapters, there's one CA chapter. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapters will be set out like this
Chapter 1: Spear " 2: " " 3 : " Chapter 4: Crystal Amy etc etc ------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1: Spear
It was 2016. 23rd August. Just a few days after my 23rd birthday. Amy, was 22 still. Her birthday was next month. It was quite an important day today. It was the day Amy and I first met, on Hero Island, Amy’s home. I remember it so well. Quazon and I were walking through the woods, then suddenly Amy’s shiny blue chao Mystico (although we didn’t know who Mystico was at the time) came out of the bushes, and attacked Quazon, quite brutally, and sent him into the trunk of a tree. I remember getting angry, and I felt like unleashing my anger on the chao, using plasmatic powers, but I heard a female voice scolding the chao. Then Amy came out and picked Mystico up, and, I assumed it was in a language the chao could understand, disciplined the chao harshly. I then picked up Quazon and asked him if he was ok, Quazon replied with a weak ‘chao’. The girl apologized saying that the chao had ran off, and she was trying to catch up. Then it kinda hit off from there. She asked about my chao, and I returned the question. Then, well, we became friends from there. Oh, here she comes nagging as usual! “Spear!” “What?” I asked, in quite a sour tone. “What have I said about washing up?” “Oh yeah, never leave washing up in the sink. Why? It doesn’t do the stuff any harm.” I defended myself. “Old habits die hard I see.” “Old habits die hard.” I mimicked her. She looked at me. “I guess being 23 has done summink to ya hasn’t it?” “No! I er…” I couldn’t think of anything to say. Soon enough I thought of something. “You’ll become the same when you’re birthday arrives.” “Nah, I think it has something to do with your brain. Different ones react different with each age increase.” “What are you insinuating?” “Heh. Nothing. You’re paranoid.” “Paranoid?” I stood up and huffed. “If anyone is paranoid, it’s you Amy.” “Lets call it a tie and say we’re both paranoid.” “No, I refuse to accept that I’ve got paranoia.” “Spear… Please, stop acting like a kid all the time. Oh and remember, later today we’re going out to celebrate nine years of being friends ok?” Amy walked out the room, probably to tend to Mystico.
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Post by CS Revolked on Jan 20, 2009 11:11:41 GMT -5
^^, I'm on a roll! -------------------------------------------------
Darn, Mystico was a terror when left alone. Quazon was aswell, but not nearly as much as the shiny blue one. Amy’s raised Mystico all wrong, I tell ya.
She came back down after a while. “Just gave Mystico a bath, as I did Quazon. Anyway…” She looked at the clock quickly. “It’s about lunchtime, wanna go out, get something?” “Yeah sure. What about the chao?” I asked her. “They’re napping. And if you know Mystico and Quazon, they won’t be up for a while.” Amy and I walked out into the hallway. Amy grabbed her purse quickly and shoved it in her left pocket of her jeans. I put my jacket on that was hanging up, it was silver with orange accents on the sleeve wrists and at the bottom. Amy put on hers, which was just a crystal blue colour with pink accents in the same places as my orange ones. She grabbed the keys from beside the door and put them in her right jeans pocket. Then Amy opened the door and shut it after I had stepped out. We walked down the path with me sparking up casual conversation. “Any place we’re specifically going to?” “Nah, lets just the find somewhere, order summink, drink, eat if we want, then we can come back.” She outlined the basic plan of what we were going to do. “Sounds good to me.”
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Post by CS Revolked on Jan 20, 2009 11:12:57 GMT -5
Ok, aforementioned, this is the last part I'll post ---------------------------------------------------------------
We went round the corner and immediately saw a cool café. We went inside and went up to the bar and sat on the stools. Amy tapped the bar desk, alerting a bar staff member. “How may I help you?” A coc-kney accent. Great. I hated them type of accents, they grated on me enormously. I had my hand under the table and crackled plasma. I felt Amy’s hand slap mine, which made me stop instantaneously. “I’ll just have a glass of orange juice, ice, and a piece of orange on the side, that’ll be all.” I heard Amy say her order. I felt like getting wasted so I ordered a pint. After all, it wasn’t that often that I had a bit of alcohol. (A/N: Spear’s 23 so it’s legal) The guy served up our drinks. “That’ll be £5.90.” (A/N: Guys, if you’re from America, then sorry, you’ll have to convert) Amy grabbed her purse out and give the guy a fiver and then a £1.00 coin. The guy went over to the till and put in the money then grabbed a 10p piece. He put it in Amy’s open hand, then Amy slipped it in her purse, zipped it up and then pushed it back in her pocket again. “Anyway..” I said after taking a swig of my pint. “Why’d ya slap my hand?” “Coz… it’s not cool.” Amy explained. “In what way?” “It’s not nice to crackle plasma coz of someone’s accent, he can’t help it.” “Wanna bet?” “Spear, don’t ruin it.” Amy picked up her glass and took a sip. “Why did ya order a pint anyway?” “I feel like getting smashed, then you can carry me back.” I smirked, the alcohol already getting to me. “Very funny. I’d just leave ya here, for some crazy person to take you home, then they can skin you alive and use your fur as a coat.” Weirdly, as I don’t take what Amy says to heart that often, I was quite upset at what she said. I shook it off, as she was probs getting high from the orange juice. I hiccupped. Amy smiled at me. “Hold ya breath, works all the time.” I did what she advised. A little while after they’d gone. “Told ya.” Amy had gotten half way through her drink, I had a bit swirling around in the bottom of my pint glass. I drank it down then ordered another one. It was £2.30. Amy generously gave me the money to pay for it.
After 2 more pints the alcohol was started to react against me. “Darn. My head..” “Great, thanks Spear for getting drunk.” “Hey, not that drunk.” I slurred. Amy finished the last drop in her glass then got up and put her jacket back on. She looked at her watch and then ushered me to the door. I had a bit of trouble walking but I could walk well enough. She opened the door and I walked out with her after me. “Been good, apart from the drunkenness.” “Yeah…. Dunno why I did that now.” “Because you were being stupid?” Amy proposed. I looked sharply at her, giving her a horrible look. “No!” I swung my hand at her, she caught it quickly. “No. Violence.” She stopped still holding my silver and orange arm.
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I'll update more soon enough.
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Post by CS Revolked on Jan 21, 2009 12:50:57 GMT -5
We got back home and Amy opened the door with her key, when the door opened I walked in and then she did. I wobbled into the living room and then fell on the sofa. She walked in and gave me a look, ya know, one of them looks. An ‘Amy look’ I call it. I can’t describe it, but it’s a look that kinda puts me down.
2 days later and nothing really happened, well almost nothing…
We walked round the block and saw someone at the door. “Are you Spear and Amy?” “Yeah…” We looked at each other, then the person, we knew what was up. “My boss would like to see you.” He walked down our driveway then jumped onto the wall, then off onto the pavement in front of us. I kinda regretted getting a bit drunk now, but Amy could handle it. “What do you want?” I slurred a bit more. I stumbled a bit, the alcohol releasing it’s full potential in my body.
“My, have we had a good time?” The person asked. They wore a strange helmet, a medieval one. “Spear stand back.” A rumble. “What did you do.?” “I’ve done nothing. Or have I?” The road became cracked a bit then this driller robot that looked like a mole came up.
“My boss unfortunately lives in the past, so I’ve had to time travel to get here.” Amy and the guy clashed together quickly. With my slowed down reactions, I hardly saw it coming. I knew Amy and she knew that the guy wanted her. I was out of the question. So it was one-on-one really. Amazing, the guy picked up Amy and then threw her into the legs of the driller robot. Amy got up and looked at me, squinting a bit. No.. How could Amy be weak? It’s not like she’d gone for a major workout or anything. I tensed. Amy was gonna lose, no doubt. I took it upon myself to shake my head and go for the guy. “Never mess with me!” He jumped onto the top of the robot, a blinding flash and two scythes adorned the wrists of our enemy. He jumped down elegantly and sported some wicked shots at Amy. Luckily, due to Amy’s athleticism she dodged them all. (A/N: Long words ftw!) Crystal was made in the hands of my Crysalan friend and she launched rapid shots, all were terminated and sliced in half by our enemie's knife-sharp blades. “You cannot win, even with more allies!” The robot that had come up from the ground manoeuvred round and caught Amy in it’s grasp. Struggling to get free, Amy made crystal and using a new technique she had mastered, moved the crystal with her mind and smashed it into the robot, severely breaking it. It released her. “It ends now..” She grumbled, not wanting to hang around any longer. She focused her mind while I caught the attention of our main rival. Her eyes opened and suddenly a crystal liquid came up from the ground and crawled onto Amy’s arms and legs, it hardened and formed a cuboid round her wristal area, and her ankle area, then flat blades came out of them, almost travelling down her arms. “I will not have you harm me, or Spear.” She dashed towards the guy and sliced his back with the tip of her blade. “Seems you only know sneak attacks, how about fighting cleanly?” He said annoyed. “Fighting someone half drunk, I don’t see that as clean either.” She retorted. Another slice across his abdomen. I jumped back and charged static plasma in my fur, making myself plasmerized. “Let me go for him.” My voice became crackly. I then charged and slammed into him sending him scuffing across the tarmac road. Remnants of plasma discharged from his body. “I’m not messing around! Crysalan Girl! Turn yourself in!” “Not until you tell me your name!” Amy threateningly said. “My name is Charys!” “Sorry, I’m not going with you, why do you want me?!” “My master needs you…” A quick smile before a blur. “He’s trying to confuse us!” Amy said to me. A punch to my abdomen which caused me substantial pain. Another to my back, then another to my front, he was rhythmically dashing punches at me. One to the back of my head made me feel woozy and I fell…
When I woke up I saw Amy was not there, and Charys was gone… no… he can’t of… he kidnapped Amy.. I scowled at the hole in the road.
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^^ WHATS SPEAR GONNA DO!?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2009 17:21:44 GMT -5
i like how you manage to squeez so much detail out of a passage, but you really need to use more paragraphs. Its too hard to read all bunched up.
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Post by Timewarp on Mar 12, 2009 17:22:37 GMT -5
Really sorry to comment CS, (i'll delete after the message reaches the desired person) But demon wall, Yousa in big do-do now!
EDIT: I thought you hadn't finished Chapter 1 yet so i was noting how demon wall might have messed up the format and i thought you might get annoyed at him.
The story seems awesome so far though. I like the coversations between CA and spear they always make for light hearted humour ^_^. Though not to nit-pick but the characters use the currency sterlings when their a thousand miles away from earth and there's no england. Then again it's your story so whom am i to judge? I just want to say, THANK GOODNESS FOR FINNALY MAKING SPEAR BASED STORY!! He's one of the coolest characters i've seen and in TCPT i kept trying to make it so that Timewarp bumped into him.
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Post by CS Revolked on Mar 13, 2009 11:16:08 GMT -5
I'll get back to posting after I get my laptop obsession back.
But TW. Can you tell me what the meaning of that post was?
Can you please edit it and make at least a bit of it about my works?
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Post by CS Revolked on Mar 24, 2009 13:01:59 GMT -5
sorry for not updating as much as I should. I've been soooooo busy. Here's a paragraph for all you fans! (if any) --------------------------------------------------------------------
I panicked more and more, staring deeper and deeper. “Calm down Spear.” I told myself. “The guy can’t have gone far.” I walked over to the hole bored into the ground and looked into it. “Wow. That’s deep.” It was very low down. “He said something about the past. He must’ve time travelled. My mind clicked. “The Time Chaotic Power. They still exist!” Thing is, I don’t have a clue who took it, or who has it now. “I need to do research.” I concluded to myself. I wasn’t going to save Amy till I knew this Chaotic Powers capabilities. I don’t know how far back it can take me, I don’t know whether it can take me back to this moment in time. I smiled. Having friends in high places was priceless. I walked back into the house and picked up the local Yellow Pages. I then opened it and looked for a certain person.
When it came to the Anomaly of the Chaotic Powers, he was the one who knew all about them. People called him Nutty D. because he’s a squirrel, but his actual name is Drysdale.
I’ve known him for ages, even before when I met Amy. He was like me, he was one of the underlings Mr. Brackenswoth had in his factory, together we’d play tricks on the former person, his machine, Repanition, and the overseers keeping an eye on us. We had our own little hideout in the coal depository, it was smoky but a fun place where no-one could see us. We’d hide out here after we’d just played a trick on someone, our when we were planning another one. It was cool, but then, things got tense when I said I was gonna try and escape. He became just a little bit cold with me, like he envied my bravery, and my yearn for freedom. I don’t blame him, he was always someone who wanted something, but didn’t have the courage to do it. Except for jokes of course, when it came to them, he was a master. He got out in the end, after he saw my mighty escape, slipping under the big metal door and running down the hills. I said I would meet him again, and well look, he’s a master of knowing the Chaotic Powers, and me, well. I’m the Plasmatic Powerhouse.
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