I'd say "I do try." but I don't... it just comes to mind. It's not my fault your words are so easily taken out of context.
Conversation! Bless the Emperor, a conversation!
Should've played an inquisitor so I could shoot my mouth off more often without having to portray those 'Ooopsie, I just went all fanatical on a roomful of inquisitors... best sit down and shut up.' interludes.
IO- Characterizations are well done, and you have done a good job of making putting us into his shoes. You've done an excellent job of working within the setting and evoking the classic 40K 'We're all fucked, if not today another day.' feel.
Next chapter, expect it sunday. Three more chapters for D'eckor: Space Marines, post Space Marine, and meeting Gix. Then Chou, Valin, and finally Gix. D'eckor will of course show up in the latter stories. I have the meeting with Chou all planned out.
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A feeble attempt at Characterisation has pushed to to amend my latest post in the OT thread. I'm starting to feel like I'm playing third fiddle. I guess I need more experience under my belt..
You're not a third fiddle, bah on that. Story wouldn't be the same without you.
Opinions of my Prius backstory thus far? I'm a bit constrained by the fact that he is fresh out of school, so I don't have a progression of his career to work with.
Maybe I should flesh Michaelson out more than "One day I dun was workin' on mah farm, and 'long came the tithers, next thing I knew, had a headache and a lasgun and they said I was off for Armageddon, and next thing I know, I wasn't on Armageddon, and I gotta follow this crazy fether around and keep him alive, really fething sucks."
Prius is coming along fine. Pcm, you are not a third wheel. A technique I am using shamelessly is having my characters reveal themselves by interacting with each other. That way I don't have to try to force things into conversations, but drop interesting little pieces here and there so people can assemble a complete picture.
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Good advice Petrosyko. Revealing statements from Kruger might also help. Thing like "you are my strong right arm" or "I know you are a man of action, but there are times an Inquisitor must spend in council, not matter how much you dislike it" ectetera, etcetera.
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Thanks for the advice.
Hrm. I just need a moment when he's in the same room as someone but not
A) In mortal peril or
B) Attending a conference.
*Storms brain*
*Brain surrenders*
I'll get back to yah.
Must get sleep. I'll catch you guys latter. Tomorrow's really busy for me.
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Hey Pcm, give us the story of the first time Pater got laid. That'll give us his human side.
Seriously, take a look at the ingredients that build a person like that. What are the turning points in his life that brought him to this point? What specific events were the most formative in his attitudes? Was he always taciturn, or did he develop it along the way?
Oh, and I was only half-joking about the 'getting laid' business... some sort of scene of that variety, even if only mildly suggestive, can be a very interesting window into a character's psyche.
I'd toss one in for Prius, but y'know, he's a virgin. Unlike SOME commissars, who are virtual sex machines...
thumbs crooked would represent the heads, the fingers out straight the wings, as often as it would be required by the pious and everyone else, it would have to be fairly simple, and it looks closer to the eagle too.
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thumbs crooked would represent the heads, the fingers out straight the wings, as often as it would be required by the pious and everyone else, it would have to be fairly simple, and it looks closer to the eagle too.
that's the way I thought it looked, only with the thumbs entwined giving it a two headed look. Much simpler and lest daemon culty.
I've committed the greatest sin, worse than anything done here today. I sold half my soul to the devil. -Ivan Isaac, the Half Souled Knight
Whatever rocks your socks. It's a big enough Imperium that there might be multiple ways. That way does require you to put down whatever you might be holding, though. Mine can be done on the battlefield or when you're getting a cup 'a' Joe.
In related and more important news, it might not look like I posted, but I did! My latest post has been heavily altered. Go check it out. It's much better, IMNSVHO.
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Bah. I wish I'd get the writing bug. As it stands, I've never finished anything I've started that was longer than a few pages, and those I had to do for school.
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
- Terry "Not a fantasy author, honest" Goodkind, bringing unintentional comedy to a bookshop near you since 1994.
GeneralTacticus wrote:Bah. I wish I'd get the writing bug. As it stands, I've never finished anything I've started that was longer than a few pages, and those I had to do for school.
Well, that's a matter of sticking with what you start. Once you have the ideas, it's a matter of following through, and remembering that it was a lot harder in the days of typewriters, and even moreso in the days of quill and ink.
To quote Harlan Ellison on writing: "Of course it's hard work you schmuck. If it was easy, everybody would be doing it."
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Shit. I really should catch up here. Tomorrow, I promise.
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I'm going to give Tasoth and Tycho something to chew over, just to show the rest of us haven't forgotten them. Unfortunately, the best tool for that is Sergeant D'eckor who is less than lovable. Enjoy!
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