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OOC: Sorry for taking so long about this but i've been on vacation and all. Hope this will do as a post.
IC: IMG-001: Writer is leaning back in his chair with folded arms, camera centered on him taking with it the bar in the background. The hood is drawn down but he is still wearing the gloves.
TXT-001: "Eh...Better get this over with fast then if you two are so worried. Quick version about me. Joseph Fallon. Human by birth. Twenty-nine years, but i look closer to somewhere in my teens now as you've surely noticed. I own the bookstore 'The Flickering Candle'. I had an encounter with the dancing Yin outside my store and BANG. I'm over ten years younger and is carrying around this odd book. And i don't know friggin' why."
IMG-002: Same view only Writer now leans forward on the table with one arm while holding his glass in his other hand.
TXT-002: "Uhm....I used my waiting time before going to this meeting of ours to research everything i had on the Dancing Yin. I think i managed to scrounge out some interesting information. Did you know it's appeared in the San Fransisco area before? In what's now Chinatown? There's a church there where a woman named Carmelita Zapata is buried. Died 1895. Let me quickly tell you her story....."
IMG-003: Camera view from over the table showing Writer, Emberage and Rayner sitting around it. Writer is gesturing with the arm that holds the glass.
TXT-003: "...and the descendants of the Bradfields, as far as i know, still exist this day...What do you think about it? I'm not entirely sure if this is true but...."
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((Time has been a sore issue for me recently. But here we go, nonetheless))
Timeframe: Still in synch with the events between Candylegs and Ozymandais.
IMG-001: Frontal view of Caine sitting in the back of a taxi. The interior is fairly old, and seen a lot people walk in and out of it. If you can fit it in, there's an enormous coackroach as the driver. Caine is sitting straight-legged, hands crossed across his lap. The image out of the back window is blurry.
TXT-001: "The Evil Eye. Farg, who would have thought that I would be following ju-ju and hocus-pocus. But when I saw that Eye, it burned itself into my brain. I had to get there. I had to find out what it meant."
IMG-002: Shoot past Caine to focus on the rear-view window. Now the image becomes clear - those are SFPD cop cars heading in the opposite direction to the taxi, lights flashing, sirens blazing.
TXT-002: "Without resources, getting across town would be tricky. And time was against me."
IMG-003: Inside view of the lobby of the Vets' Hospital. There is a scene of where Terminator levels of violence had occured - clean, methodical overkill. Two rabbit orderlies lie dead, one on the floor with a low, small table broken over his head, the other half pitched over the lobby desk (lower torso and legs visible). Others are being taken off to be treated. Humanoid Pinkerdroids are already on the scene, discussing, measuring, photographing and one is trying to interview a terrified badger nurse.
TXT-003: "But for a man of Will, this was a small obstacle."
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| . |  | | I see now the editor of The Enlightenment, the newspaper that has done so much to spread the word of the psychedelic transformations and their aftermath. Pingu the Great, the one who sees and tells is now having the light shined on him--inside a Pinkerdroid police interrogation room... | | | | | Pinkerdroid Interrogator: This is all very well, Mr. Pingu, but we didn't bring you in to talk about a murder. That's for Homicide. We're here to talk about your relationship with Psychedelic Avatars. | | . |  | | Pingu the Great: Listen pal, this has everything to do with avatars. Alyss was a good friend who never harmed no one in her life. You know why she was murdered? Everyone thought she was an avatar. | | . | | Pingu the Great: Everyone was wrong. You want to know about avatars so badly?--You need to know who hates them as well as loves them, so shut up an' listen, and I'll tell you all about avatars. | |  | . | | | . | |
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.....damn. Pingu actually looks sexy in a bad ass kind of way. o.o
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OOC: "Ooooh. Pingu getting some major close up in that last panel. Sweet.  Very very nice!"
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Man. That's awesome.
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((Patches. The Mythic Eye. I owe both of you something. How to repay the debt.. I don't know yet.))
IMG-001: Two brothers, standing side by side. One dressed in the robes of a Catholic priest, the other a pugnatious street tough. The priest shines radiantly, there's a big smile on his face. The street tough looks on despondantly.
TXT-001: "Something I once heard on at the movies. You either hate someone, or you love them. With avatars, that's damn true. They're like emotional magnifiers - everything about them makes you wanna love them or hate them."
"I printed a story, front page, about two brothers. One was on his way up outta the ghettos. He was gonna be a priest. The other one? A punk and a street tough. One of them became an avatar. You'd think the Yin woulda chose the priest, yeah?"
IMG-002: Now a reversal. It's the street tough that shines radiantly, while the other looks on in surprise and dismay.
TXT-002: "No. It was the street tough. And five days later..."
IMG-003: Cut to an image of a cluttered apartment. On the floor is a chalk outline of a fallen body.
TXT-003: "We found the new avatar dead, and quickly fingered his brother, the priest. A hate crime - most unsual. I was the interrigator on that particular case, Mr Pingu."
"You understand why he did it? Regardless, that was a little thing. One man, a lone nut driven crazy. Now, imagine what happens when all those nuts club together..."
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(OOC: My apologies for a long absence and silence in this thread. For one thing, rl issues have become a problem -- several people recently left my workplace, and the rest of us have to make up the slack, as new people are trained to replace them.
I've also run into another quandary, however. Kei and I decided to have Kasumi and Kei seperate in the battle, in order to simplify the story-writing and panel drawing a bit, as well as suit the differences in their tactics. However, Kasumi's fight versus the Pinkerdroid unfortunately takes up 6 panels on its own, although it's broken it up into two sections of 3 panels each, with suitable transitions and 'cliffhangers', as it were. However, since we were alotted six for the fight originally (3 per avatar), I'm wondering if this is okay -- other highly active scenes have eaten up numerous panels, but I don't want to put any extra pressure on the artists or the readers, nor eat up more than my fair share.
The layout is basically done -- I'm just not sure if I should hack it down more to make it fit in 3, particularly since I like how it flows now. So I'd appreciate a judgement call from those involved. Otherwise, I guess I'll post the concepts I've got now, and see if it meets with approval from the Mythic Eye...)
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My eternal thanks to the magnificent Seby...
Though she channels ki,
Kasumi needs no great force
To comfort a friend.
-- haiku by Sophi Naya
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Silver Fox slowly stretches out in that corner and becomes very facinated in what is going on now. This has certainly peaked her interest.
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| . | | | My vision roams across the streams of Dreamtime to Val's outburst at the NCDTV studio. | |  | | The sound waves from her proclamation travel across the city. One recipient of this message is a recent arrival from another dimension, the kitsune Vedas... | |  | | Vedas: So...this Dancing Yin is determined to 'awaken' others...and even drag them from their own dimensions!? I need some questions answered and find out where I am! | | | | Little does Vedas know, that ferret thief, Rein Sharper is also investigating the scene of Val's outburst... | . |  | | Rein Sharper: (Think Rein, think! Would he be willing to help? Maybe if I explain... Or maybe...) | | | . . | | | . | |
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Wow. And now we have Vedas and Rein. Wonderful work Patches. I don't understand how you manage it.
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My Psychedelic avatar card! Thanks Graham! Thanks Val!
Gaming Guardian ID card.
Thanks Webtroll! Thanks Greg!
CLAE! You....You.....Wonderful person you! Thanks!
JAN! You...You....Another wonderful person you! Thankies!
My MZDM Profile
My GG profile
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Very interesting...very cool. Nifty art.
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** OOC - Sorry about the lengthy absence but Currently I don't have enough memeory left on my computer to save anything.. I'm lucky I can run the internet.. Untill I get it upgraded I won't be able to do the drawings.. Even my own webcomicis on hold. Unless by some miricle mom actually leaves the dell alone long enough for me to use the scanner on it. I've tried several times to scan the images on my comp but it just can't do it.. So untill something happens I'll have to stick with text for now. Sorry bout the lil problem.. I'll prolly post the images within this post once I DO get them scanned. **
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Kei charges at the insect droid and takes flight as it fires. She quickly learns, however, that she cannot fly faster than the droid can shoot. The next shot peirces the leather of one wing, sending the kittora into a rolling dive for the ground below. Sumthing becomes triggered and she rifts, finding herself laying on the ground rather than plumeting toward it.
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The droid scanns the area trying to relocate it's target. Once it finds it's target it quickly scales down the wall, gun still drawn.
Kei pulls herself to her feet only to realize her body is normal again. though she feels a searing pain on her shoulder. She takes a ready stance, facing the droid, her mind racing to figure out what to do next.
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"Great.. What am I sposed to do now?"
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The driod takes aim and fires again. Again Kei rifts. She begins to catch on exactly how this new abbility works though she doesn't understance why she has this abbility. She tests it several times to get a feel for it, then grabs a brick, rifts behind the driod and chucks the brick as had as she can at the head.
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" Eat brick tinman!"
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Kei looks at Gorgon, then at her new 6X large BBQ Grill, then at Gorgon.
"Mmmmm Salisbury Steaks!"
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Smiles slowly and begins poking at the barrier that she knows is there.
"Yes, its just about time isn't it?"
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I must say... I am speechless! I... uh... er... that is... um... ack!!
Gimme a bit... I'll find words of extreme thanks and awe soon enough... somehow...
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| . | | | My vision returns to the plight of three-headed spider avatar known as Candylegs. She has escaped a Pinkerdroid assault on The Golden Gate Bridge through a series of illusions--illusions not of her own making. | | | | | Candylegs descends beneath the bridge, following the direction of a pointing hand of light. | | . | | Ozymandias: Don't worry. They can neither see nor hear you. | |  | . |  | | Ozymandias: My name is Ozymandias, and I am the solution to all of your problems. | | . | | | . | |
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(Dashing Ozy... VERY dashing!)
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I love it, such wonderfully detailed B/W! I wish I was better at showing elation, but seriously, she looks great! I can't help but admire somehow who takes the time to really draw out that complicated design. Good job!
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(OOC: Oh. Just because I promised myself I'd comment on it... WOO! I love this week's art section. Its really hard to draw 3 headed characters. I know. My PG complains about it all the time. But Candylegs looks way cool.  And Ozy is way styling. I like it a lot. Woo!)
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Blast! I could have sworn I commented in this thread. Ah well. Thank you, Mythic Eye, for illuminating this scene, and thank you, Patches, for illustrating it. Splendid work, absolutely marvelous. But then, I'd expect no less from an artist of your calibre.
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I create only illusion, always a lie.
If I leave nothing real, then how real am I?
Thank you, Patches!
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(OOC: Well, I've been putting this off long enough. Finally in the mood with enough energy (barely) to post. Since the Mythic Eye had asked to see a fight, I'll have to present it with one Kasumi-style... ^_^;;; )
IMG-001: Kasumi in foreground-right, Pinkerdroid approaching from background left. Kasumi is hidden from its view by crates/shelving/machinery, although she is looking to the left, anticipating the robot's approach. It, meanwhile, has spotlights glowing as it searches.
TXT-001: Kasumi, meanwhile, darts into the warehouse, finding a spot to hide. Even as she hopes to lure the police-bot into range, though, one thought dominates all others.
IMG-002: Pinkerdroid in forground-left, viewed from rear. It is firing its weapons at Kasumi, who charges in at it from background-right, coming in low as her hand grips her sword.
TXT-002: As the Pinkerdroid attacks, her anger and frustration finally boil over. "Why is this happening??" she screams at the robot.
IMG-003: Kasumi in foreground-right, completing her sword swing. The Pinkerdroid, middle-left, is sent flying backwards through a railing into an open space beyond, its chest dented by the impact of her blow. Even as it is flung backgwards, however, its left arms extends to grab Kasumi around the throat.
TXT-003: The Pinkerdroid's reply is simple: "Commencing termination.".
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My eternal thanks to the magnificent Seby...
Though she channels ki,
Kasumi needs no great force
To comfort a friend.
-- haiku by Sophi Naya
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IMG-001: The wind whips the long trenchcoat worn by Roland 'Jester' Scythe. His shoulders stretched the garment, indicating it wasn't his to begin with, it's edges frayed from a recent fight with a Pinkeroid, the remains of which lay underneath his claws, deep scratches in its metal hide. Fresh blood adorns his muzzle, as well as both forearms. He had given up hunting after the Yin. Now, he simply basked in the glory of chaos.
IMG-002: An hour later, a much cleaner Jester walked through the front door of a deli. Gone was the tattered coat, gone was the blood stains. In their place was a freshly washed purple t-shirt and jeans. Luckily, he hadn't changed too much in size when he became Psychadelic, and could still wear the clothes from his apartment. He had to sneak in to get them, though...since the other tenants of the building had heard of his killing sprees. Oh well. A small price to pay for chaos.
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"You attempt to have everything, but you work towards obtaining nothing. A little blood and sweat never hurt any conqueror."
"Interfere......and die."
"I am forever."
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Master Zen-Dao Meow comic strip on hiatus until Sept. 29th sometime this week when it will relaunch with new regular artist, Denise Jones. We apologize for the delays. Please continue to enjoy the many forums of The Napping Cat's Dream.
Oh, and if you haven't seen the Napping Cat Chat Comics, there are a must see! |
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That's quite all right Furilius. Phoebe and I wrote enough plot to last through about 4 chapters, and I have NO idea how to illustrate many of the concepts!
--S
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