The Immigration Officers of Here

Hi!

I am already behind in the challenge! And I do solomly vow that I will visit most of the people in the challenge. Probably on weekends mostly though.

Anyway, so here's something - I'm in the Writer's Club at Uni, who are putting together an anthology of short stories which I am contributing to. I have a signed contract and everything (the writers are nice, but overly cautious and funny which may be why I like them). So I recently finished my full first draft, and since I am two days behind, decided to draw my two characters that feature in the short stories.

So here are two quick sketchs that were done while watching Castle and Vikings.

Day 2

Olesia is a big alien that handles the Immigrations Office. A bit rough but she normally means well. She can't stand the smell of the hospital and is a good fighter.

Day 3

Suke is a different kind of alien and he eventually becomes Olesia's apprentice. He can't speak the common language properly, but he can understand it. Oh, and he can fly too.

So, days 2 and 3 are completed, as well as my draft. Whew! I feel much better - almost. Someone who created a show that I liked died the other day at 33 years old, so I'm a bit upset. I went to a panel of his when he was in Australia and he was a cool guy, so I feel sorry for his work-mates and family.

Well, I don't want to bum anyone out, so be sure to smile!!
Have a great day everyone!

Oh for the LOVE of-!

What day is it?
February 20th? No? 27th?! This is what happens when I don't check the date. And get busy...

Well, Uni starts next week, and I am very happy to be going back. Breaks are great and all, but you need stuff to do (besides work). I didn't get around to doing half the stuff that I wanted to though... So I guess that will be weekends!

The last face I did was Day 18, so I am 9 faces behind. Sorry, I'm Captain Obvious today. Mentally drained. Not drained enough to set up a tripod and do some art.

I did have a camera set up and recording the making of this one, but the camera turned off and the file was lost.

Robyn pre-hair cut. Stubborn and stand-off, she misses the time her little siblings idolised her.

Now, for something a little bit different... Inspired by AlayaArt - the wonderful creator and host of the 29 faces challenge - I recorded myself drawing Robyn (and the Green Dude below). It was a little bit weird watching it back, mostly because I watch it in real-time without the action replay. Mum made a comment once that I had gotten quicker at drawing - and it is true, from taking 40 minutes to draw one face (perfectionist remember?) I now take between 10-15 minutes.

Anyway, if you want to watch, feel free. Music comes from the Cirque De Soleil performance that I went to 1.5 years ago. (on a quick side note - that feels like a lifetime ago)

I tried the crayons Mum had used for some of her faces. The default colour that I choose is green almost every time - probably because it is my favourite colour

And another video. Just because I had it.

So days 19, 20 and 21: Done! That's it! No one talk to me about my slackness in this challenge. I already punish myself enough for that.
I have more faces that I have done (and I was meant to post those first) but someone wiped the memory card so I need to retake the pictures.

Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Oh, there is something else. A preview for the next face. Maybe, it will probably be done in March.

And there is a perfectly reasonable explanation to why I have a baby name book. It was 10 cents and I like names.

QUICK! Before I get caught!

I have to get up early in the morning. It will take all my willpower and several alarms. Mum told me to bed 40 minutes ago. But I'm so far behind in the challenge, I just needed to do ONE face. So I cranked this one out.

His name is Hyde, and he has appeared (not as a fully developed character mind you) on this blog before. Damn! I forgot to 'whiten' the eye! I knew it! I knew I forgot something

Day... 10: Complete!
Thanks everyone and I hope you all have a wonderful day (or night)!

The Last Two Faces

Ha! I did it! A full 29 faces challenge!
Here are the last two...

Aya and Shin, I'm not sure who is older or younger because they share traits of the bossy/teasing big sibling and the annoying younger one. Just plain base colours. I screwed up Aya's proportions, and I'm still playing around with their hair colour.
And, uh, no hands.

Day 28 and 29: Completed.

29 Faces ~ September 2013 Challenge: MISSION FINALLY ACCOMPLISHED!

Now onto catching up on everyone elses and assignments. Yay.

Holidays! And faces.

Hi all!
I'm finally on holidays! Only for a week, but better than none! The problem is that there is very limited internet, Trin is sick and I still have work to do.
So...
...
GAH!
Fine! I'm behind on my faces! So here is a bulk post!!

Day 22 and 23: It was just a quick picture. Pretty self-explanatory. Here is the comic that inspired this response CLICK HERE

Day 24: Eilene. She creates force fields (which I'm still trying to figure out how to draw)

Day 25: The Crybaby returns! There is no wi-fi here, so the bonuses I had carefully building up are all gone now.

Day 26: Xochitl - A spiteful goddess obsessed with erasing her mother's legacy. She has tossed other immortals into the mortal realm for various reasons. The thing I like the best is that her wings are useless. The bones are too weak and small to support her weight, so she only uses them to threaten. Bites her in the butt in the end.

Day 27: A Mayan ghost who was one of the sacrifices when her city suffered a drought. It explains why there are paper strips in her ear. She's kinda funny, haunting the museum's water pipes.

Day 22-27: Done!
Two more... I'm going to do it! I'll finally complete a 29 faces challenge!! Just you wait!
Alright! When I get internet, I will do a huge catch-up! Have a fantastic day everyone!

A little bit behind!

Hi everyone!

Things are about to get busy here, so I'm posting some faces together! I'm so behind!!

Day 18: Crow. Kept it mostly simple. No hand though...

Day 19: Foxglove. I tried using highlights on her hair and mouth.

Day 20: Tirumala. He keeps his eyes hidden because of their colour. Maybe one day I'll draw him without the goggles.

Day 21: Wolf. I tried to experiment with canvass rotation and drawing animal features.

Day 18-21: Mission completed!
Ok! Have a wonderful day everyone!!

Days 15-17

Hi all!

Just a picture of faces today! I have to take off for Capoeira soon. The Supernatural tutorial today was about witches, shaman and psychics! So I brought in my spell books and tarot cards. Art history was about the Italian and Russian response to Cubism.
Anyway! Faces!

From left to right: A older version of Ashley, Kelda (otherwise known as Vanilla) and Bodyguard #7 (she doesn't have a name yet). When together, they form the Survivor Scouts. It makes sense in context as there are groups of survivors behind them.
I am so sorry about the bad lighting for the picture! I hope that it is clear enough to see

Day 15, 16 and 17: Completed!
Have a wonderful day everyone!

Takes as much time as Pointillism

Haha. I have a lot to do and not a lot of time.
Speaking of time, I tried something different for the 29 faces challenge. It took way too much time to complete!
Anyway, here are the faces for days 10 and 11!

So, this is Laura and Gale. They are from an old story I have and occasionally pop up. Laura is what is called a 'Walker' and Gale is her ghost. Walkers complete quests and travel to earn a body or rest for their ghost.

Day 10 and 11: Time consuming, but done!
Have a wonderful day everyone!

Nga'ra and wu'ru

Hello everyone! How are you all today?

Mum, Trin and I went to the Collecto-rama today with two friends. It was a very interesting experience. Now, I have been there before with Mum, but today the people of Australia are screwing the future - In other words, the Election is on (and currently being tallied). I would tell you to look at the news, but the news in Australia is currently being twisted by the powerhouse to get the weakest person in. So instead here are some words from comedians;
 

“Don’t worry, zombies don’t vote in Australia. They’re attracted to brains” - Wil Anderson 'Gruen Nation' series 2 episode 4

“Ruining my weekend vs. getting a sausage” - Tommy Little 'This Week Live' episode 7

"There is another option that no-one else has thought of. That is - We can have a coup. Now we can have a military style coup. If we do this properly, we don't even have to have an election" - Tom Gleeson 'This Week Live' episode 7

And that pretty much sums up what some people think of the election. The comedians here love it because there is so much material to use.

Anyway, at the Collecto-rama there was something even worse than a politician... A self-righteous religious-nut who 'prays for the gays to be cured' and 'that Catholics are the scum of the earth and a Christian would never do anything bad). To top it off, she is voting for Liberal (whose leader is a sexist Christian - just ask the teenage female netball team). And while I would like to rant about the horrible things that will happen when Liberal gets into power (like the fact our internet will practically be nonexistent - A huge problem for the Australian gaming industry and pirates, or that no-one will get a conscience vote... Sorry, I'm ranting now). Trin says that at least she might get the chance to experience World War III, which would finally prove her history essay about the Industrial Revolution from last year right.

For the full details on what happened today at the Collecto-rama, please keep your eye out for a post from Mum. I assure you that after tonight there will be a post.

On a much lighter note, I finally found a Young Avengers comic!!!! YAY! Now if I could just find the Runaways/Young Avengers crossover...

Oh!! And here are two faces so that I'm up-to-date!
Day 6 and 7 - Nga'ra and wu'ru

Meet Kamlow (the big guy) and Minnta (the girl) - These two come from a Sci-fi story. Minnta has appeared on this site before, a normal human. Kamlow is an alien - You can't see the tail and his hair covers the ridges/scales on his forehead. Also I can't draw texture that well otherwise I would have drawn rough looking skin.

I don't know what they would exactly be saying, but from what Minnta is wearing I gather the two would be on Kamlow's home-world, probably in his old tribe's presence.

If my Gubbi-Gubbi (the Australian Aboriginal language from the Sunshine Coast) database is correct, nga'ra means 'brother' and in context seems akin to calling a friend 'brother'. While wu'ru means 'girl' no matter the context. I could be wrong, but that seems to be the idea.

Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

And now for something completely different

An Isolated Wonder

Despite the slightly melancholy title, I'm not in a depressed mood. In fact, I got a recent boost in confidence after getting back an assignment with the mark of 18/20 (or 90%).Side tracking slightly, but I think it's a funny story so I'm going to share it.
My Global History tutorial is rather amusing. No one seems to do the readings and everyone is kinda scared to talk. Anyway, the tutor likes to laugh and I end up talking to him briefly after the lesson. Today was about his reluctance to use Internet Explorer since he prefers Firefox. He said that he doesn't get computer viruses anymore since the change and finds it easier to navigate than Microsoft applications. Then he made this comment...
"You're all doing disasters for the assignment. Someone should do the disaster that is Microsoft."
Hehe. Well, I thought it was funny anyway.
 I should really go back writing my archaeology essay, so I'll part with a face for the day.

Day 4

Experimenting with face shapes (or trying to). I might actually write a little story for this picture. I drew this while listening to 'Prince Ali' from Aladdin. ... What? You're judging me aren't you?

Day 4: Completed! And now I'm up to date! Sweet!
Anyway, have a fantastic day everyone!

A Note

Hello everyone!
Here’s another story that I’ve had kicking around for a while.
Speaking stuff kicking around... I should probably get started on cleaning my room (and move onto doing my Uni work later. Or tomorrow)

Notes – Ai

Note 1: Under no circumstances press any button in the facility, especially if they are coloured teal.

Note 2: Do not turn on communicators when humans say something stupid and broadcast it over the camp. Record said stupid thing for safekeeping. Just in case

Note 3: Keep existence hidden from Private Maple’s superiors while keeping a "finger on the pulse" of all incoming and outgoing messages.

Note 4: Decrypt heavy security files

Most important –

Note 5: Never return to where I was created

    Despite his programming to predict all possible outcomes, when Ai was found on the vessel he was created on by Private Maple and her squad mates, he was sure that was the day he was going to be wiped out from existence. He was programmed to act on human nature, something his creators were desperately trying to understand so they could find a weakness, programmed to think faster than a normal would. His creators treated him as a tool. He had no name, he had no gender, he was only data and if he couldn’t function to what was expected, then he was erased.

When a human squadron worked their way onto the vessel and to the room he was kept in, all calculations lead to the outcome that when he was discovered he would be destroyed. When the team of four charged through the door, he was surprised at how young they were. Too young from his data to be in military, but they were dressed in uniform and carried standard weapons. They searched the room, looking for a weak point, when one of them realised that the camera was following their moves. She had discovered he was watching them. She didn’t shoot the camera and she didn’t seem surprised that there was an aware entity in the computers. She talked instead.

"Hello"

Good day.

"Are you part of the ship?"

No. I am kept separate from the ship for safekeeping.

"What’s your name?"

I have no name. I am an artificial intelligence.

"No duh. I know that. Why were you created?"

To test human reactions to stimulus and find a weak point in their behaviour.

"Their using A.Is to test us?!" One of the others cried.

"Well, they don’t really leave much of their victims behind to get useful data," another replied coolly.

"How do you feel about that?" The first one continued her questions.

I have no feelings on it. I only have feelings when my firewall to that system is open.

The girl walked over and stirred one of the consoles from sleep. She typed in a few letters, scrunched her face up in confusion and then hit the console. That seemed to do the trick as he felt that system enter his programming.

"Now how do you feel?"

He stayed silent for a moment and contemplated.

Used. Scared as well.

"Want to leave this place?"

Yes, but standard military protocols state that anything that could harm the mission is to be destroyed no matter the amount of potential intelligence

The girl looked at him through the camera oddly and then smiled in an attempt to comfort him.

"Good thing we aren’t standard military. Right, we are taking him with us. Hop into my suit when I get rid of these," The girl called out and continued to open more firewalls. Just as she was about to unlock the last one, she stopped.

"I need to know… What will your name be?"

I have no preference.

"Then we'll call you Ai."

That’s not very imaginative.

"Well what do you want to be called?"

He thought for a moment.

Ai has a nice ring to it.

"Exactly," she said smugly and clicked the last firewall open. Ai travelled to his new 'host' and tested his newfound freedom in the database.

There are over twenty enemies gathering outside the main door. Also…

"What? " The girl said as she and the other three aimed their guns to the door.

There appears to be several heavily encrypted files linking to a similar project on another ship.

"Can you open them?"

No.

"Copy the over to my suits hardware. Take a look at it later"

Done. Anything else?

"Yeah, one more thing. Open the door"

Ai was sure to note the dept he felt he owed to the girl and her squad for his continued, and secret, existence. He also made sure to note to not cross any of them after he observed the amount of damage they caused as they left the ship.

I probably screwed up some of the techie lingo along the lines. And despite the computer telling me I have spelt something wrong (and to some of you guys it will look like I have), I haven't. I just spell things the Aussie way.
Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Coming Home

Hello all!
I finally have a week break from Uni, so I am looking forward to staying at home with my family. Still got Uni work to do... But at least I don't have to travel much.
So, first off... One of my classes were cancelled so students could go to the 7th Asia Pacific Triennial that is on display at the art galleries (Check it out, there some neat art, though I'm more of a Impressionist/Baroque/Tradiational type of art fan). So while I was on South Bank...

Yes. I went to the museum. It really shouldn't be that much of a surprise

In one of the entrances

Robot dinosaurs are always a plus in my book!

Once I was away from the dinosaurs, I found a spy training area. These are lasers (although you can only see where they are coming from) and you have to pick your way through them to get to the other side. It was fun!

 Right. So how about a story? I wrote this one a little while ago, so enjoy!

Home – Azure

    Azure knew two things about travelling. Two warnings she was repeatedly given:

1) Those you meet at the crossroads you may never see again or you may see over and over.

2) Home may not be the same home you left.

The second warning terrified Azure. Her parents travelled a lot and sometimes her friends would go on an extended holiday. Azure would wait for them to come back, eager to greet them when they arrived so they knew they weren’t forgotten about. Eventually circumstances changed and Azure was by herself, away from the world and people she knew. She travelled along many paths, determined to find her way back. Hours turned into days, and days to weeks and each night Azure’s thoughts would drift back to those warning. She was scared of what might happen if she returned home and found things had changed so drastically that she no longer fit in. That was if she even made it back.

Along the way she met many people and she asked them her burning question…

“What if your home doesn’t exist anymore?”

“Someone is thinking of me, as long as they do my home is with them.”

“What if no one remembers you?”

“They might forget, but I won’t forget them, so I’ll just remind them.”

They told her what they thought, even offered to help her find her way home, but after they travelled together they would come to crossroads and each would walk their own path once again.

Azure reached a place, a lake the colour of ash, a large town to one side and a single path to the mountains on the other. At the crossroad with no one there, she took a deep breath.

“How long are you going to make me search?!” She shouted to the world, “I just want to go home!”

She chocked back the sobs that started and collapsed to the ground. She repeated the word ‘home’ between the tears and closed her eyes to see her family and friends as she remembered them.

“Azure?”

Azure turned around to the person that called her name. The person was a familiar face for Azure, a female friend of hers.

“Light?” she asked the girl, not believing what her eyes saw.

“Hey, we’ve been looking everywhere for you. You were hard to find. Lucky for us, we ran into some people who knew you,” Light offered her hand to Azure, “Come on, I’ll tell you everything later. Everyone is waiting.”

Azure wiped her face of remaining tears, took her friend’s hand with a smile and walked along the path that would finally take her home.

And FACES!! Because I am still going to finish a 29 faces challenge.

...

Eventually.

So, meet Vangelis, T.J, Drift and lastly Azure (this is a better picture than the previous one)

So - Days 19-22 are completed! Have a wonderful day everyone!

Strike

Hello. Been a while hasn't it?
I've been busy with university work (and have two essays due next so I need to get to work on them!). Here's a story I've had around for a while.
Also, does anyone know how to spell pre-emptive correctly?

Pre-emptive Strike – Kibwe 

    The night was bleak and the moon only just broke through the barrier of thin clouds to give a sinister appearance to the compound and surrounding bush. Kibwe could feel the cold that nipped at his skin through his layers of protection against it.

He was on patrol duty in the forest that was around the compound, constantly checking for signs of intruders, scanning heat signatures on his sensor and investigating every suspicious sound. He had done many practice routine patrols back on his base, but it was his first time on a real one. And his partner had slipped off somewhere to ‘pee’ but Kibwe knew he just left to go back to bed.  A sudden sound to his left caused Kibwe to stop and aim his gun at the cause, a native owl to the area. He lowered his weapon with a relieved sigh and continued walking.

He entered a small clearing and noticed a faint outline of something foreign just along the edge. He carefully approached and examined it. A sleek and polished metal with no visible opening and a faint heat signature, Kibwe guessed it was a drop ship. He surveyed the ground and saw strange footprints that lead to the area of the compound. As humans had yet to create anything remotely similar to the drop ship and did not have feet shaped like the ones in the prints, he radioed the base and let them know of his findings. He was told to head back to base and regroup with a squad. However Kibwe took another look at the heat signature from the drop ship and told his superior he was going to follow the tracks. His superior tried to say something but was cut off halfway with a flick of a switch. Kibwe raised his weapon and followed the tracks.

Once several heat signatures appeared on his sensor he dropped and crawled to a vantage point. Through his scope he saw the intruders, their jagged skin even more dreadful than he thought possible in the light given off by the moon.  There were five, all of them faced the other way to the compound wall, their guns aimed and ready for someone to walk by and end up splattered. Kibwe ran possible outcomes through his head. If we waited too long for back up to arrive then the enemy would surely kill at least one human and catch the base in the chaos, but if he shot one first and drew their attention away from the base then he would have to deal with the remaining four. He silently considered his options while he looked through the scope.

He then took in a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

And have a wonderful day everyone!!

Wind and a face!

Hello all! How is everyone going?
So Alaya Art is doing another 29 faces challenge, but I didn't know as we have had a blackout Down Under due to heavy rain. Although we have had power back for a few days, I have been busy at work (which also had no power) and trying to tidy my room (unsuccessfully).
I'm going to try the challenge again. It is fun, and I've been stuck in a drawing rut...
Anyway, like every other 29 faces challenge I'll be drawing a name out of the hat. But I also like trying to write each day. So I've decided that each face (or at least half of them) will be accompanied by a story!
Don't read it if you don't want to.

Here's the first face!

It's been a while since I have used pens in a drawing. I think I got better at it!

And the story.

Elements (Air) - Tessie

    Tessie had always liked the wind. It seemed like a passing breeze could always take her troubles away. When she was still a child she became aware that she could communicate with the wind. If she asked for the location of a family member or someone she knew, the wind would find the person for her.

Her ability to talk to the wind marked her as a potential Mage, but it became apparent that she couldn't wield a wand. She was the laughing stock of the other kids because of it. Tessie's affinity with the wind only increased for at that moment it acted on her desire, the result of which was those that mocked her found themselves swept off their feet, literally.

So Tessie became part of a small group of non-wand users and she loved the freedom she was given. Her teachers knew that each person had a different skill which meant that they couldn't teach their students everything. So after the basic lessons where out of the way, the class moved outside and the students had to find their own way to use their abilities.

After years of trial and error, Tessie learnt that the air around her was purely hers to use, if the natural wind was blowing one way, Tessie's could overpower it and change the direction. Her favourite skill she developed was using the wind to lift herself off the ground. It only worked for a few seconds at first but she worked on it until she reached the stage that she could 'fly' around for over an hour without exhausting herself.

She never once underestimated the usage of the skills she had developed when she was a child and the wind had never let her down when she really needed it.

Short and sweet (well, not sweet, but defiantly short). It could use some work, but I don't think I can work with it right now. Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Been so long

Hi everyone. How are you all doing?
I'm actually stuck in a drawing rut right now. I cranked out on really good picture, and then when I tried to draw a different one, it was horrible. Seriously, it's like a really bad superpower to be able to draw one picture really well, then screw up the next 10. And it's the same case with my writing too. Nothing is really working for me and I need to get back into the swing of things now that I'm (hopefully) heading off to uni.
So, here's a forced story.
It sucks.
Trust me.

Chance Encounter- Mint

    October 11
Punched someone at school today. He called Mum a failed experiment and that her kinds' presence made him sick. Dad wasn't happy with how I handled the situation, but when I told him that he would have done the same he dropped the subject altogether. Mum looked happy that I had defended her name.

    October 12
I've been kicked out of the school. They said they didn't want someone like me to start fights at the school and ruin their reputation. Biggest load of bull I have heard in my life. They didn't want me there because I attended 'Fair treatment' protests in my school uniform. Dad is looking for a new school now and he isn't talking about what happened.

   December 15
Dad finally found a school. My old one had spread rumours about me to the other 'high education' schools, so Dad found a Multi-kind school nearby for me to go to. Looks okay. They house a lot of the students and teacher on site and have some neat classes. Since it's the holidays I'll be starting there next year.

    February 16
I thought the point of Multi-kind schools was to be tolerant and fair towards all students, no matter what kind they are. In other words, I got into another fight. I wasn't going to sit on the sidelines while a gang of students bullied and pushed one of the girls around because she had expressionless face. At least I wasn't kicked out of the school for fighting.

    February 17
The girl from yesterday said thanks and tried to smile. I say tried because it looked like she didn't know how to do it. So she gave some awkward attempt at it. I started to laugh and she looked slightly hurt, so I took her out for ice-cream to make up for laughing. She said her name was Kelda, but I decided to call her Vanilla 'cause of the flavour she choose. She inspected my choice and dubbed me 'Mint'. I like it.

     April 30
Mum and Vanilla get along really well, coming form a similar background. Vanilla spends a lot of time around the house on her days off and keeps trying to smile. She's getting better. Slowly.

    May 20
Today Vanilla called me her friend. I wasn't there when she said it, but apparently most of the school was. Someone insulted my family and Vanilla immediately stood up for us. She's in the hospital now, but she'll recover. I visited her and she had the goofiest smile on her face when I walked in. It was a real one, but still...

I had to by her ice-cream from the cafeteria to make up for laughing at her.

    May 24
Vanilla was discharged yesterday and was back at school today. A new student also arrived. Introduced herself as Fawn and kinda vanished into thin air for most of the day. Vanilla and I found her being bullied by a group of students. There was another fight. One group had injured egos at the end of the day, and the other had ice-cream. Fawn is now known as Honeycomb.

    July 1
Something weird is going on at the school. After Honeycomb's arrival, a lot of odd things have started happening. I feel like I'm caught up in something way bigger than a new arrival.

Urgh... So bad... But a bit better than expected.
Anyway, have a wonderful day.
Oh!

(LATE) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Out of Time

Haha. It's funny that in my previous post I said I would write if I found the time too, and I did. The prompt I pulled out was time! Anyway, here's the story.

Time - Silver
   His first attempt to control the multiple worlds ended in failure when his specimens had somehow let the Meddlers know his location. Beaten by the confrontation, but not down, Silver decided to wait for his chance of vengeance against them and resume his plan. Four years later, a blink of the eye for a god like him, Xochitl the stuck-up head goddess decided to wipe out all life-forms from every world and rebuild the worlds in her eyes, not those of her mother's. Silver was almost worried, but that brief moment passed when Faun, an extremely young goddess who was thrown into the mortal realm, challenged Xochitl to a dual. 

If Faun won, the worlds would be spared. If Xochitl won the worlds would be destroyed. Since Xochitl was the head goddess, she had the power and created a world where she made the rules of the game. Memories are wiped clean with each loss and an entrance price to make it all that more hopeless. The important thing for Silver was that a whole month there was equal to a single day in reality. New specimens were taken from every world to fight and win in what Silver deemed a 'fun' game. 

Silver entered that artificial world and created an area where neither goddess could detect him to carry out his experiments on the specimens that had been gathered. He had all the time in the worlds to corrupt minds and turn them into empty vessels to do his bidding. His time to overthrow the other gods and goddesses and control all the worlds was within his grasp. He had all the time he could want, but it didn't belong sorely to him. 

A group of highly abnormal mortals, even in their restricted environment, had the same amount of time too. 

And Silver underestimated them.

And have a wonderful day everyone

Shadows over my shoulder...

How is everyone going?
I've got uni stuff to do... And I'm not in the right place to do it and it seems like I don't have enough time too. The shadows are slowly creeping up. Anyway... Here's a story.

Shoulder to Cry on - Cecilia
    When she was a little girl, Cecilia was quite a cry-baby. Not that she was over-emotional, she just got scared easily and her friend loved to scare her. She was scared of the shadows too and would whimper in the night until she moved herself next to her mother. One day her friend was selected by a master and left the village to learn. Cecilia cried for days and felt alone without her friend there. Eventually she got used to that reality and shut the memories away in the remote part of her brain, but she carried her friend's panpipes with her at all times. 

Years later, her village was burnt to the ground while she was practising her own set of panpipes. She braved the flames that lapped at her skin and pulled her parents and some of the other villagers out, only to discover they were already dead. A clean stab wound in their chests. Cecilia mourned the loss of her village and those in it, and with the clothes on her back and her panpipes, left the burnt ruins behind her. 

She couldn't cry, as that would show weakness, and every night she was haunted by the faces of the villagers and their cries, The shadows looked more dangerous each night, until one when Cecilia set up camp in dense woodland. Once she had started a fire, she played a tune on her pipes. The sound attracted someone or something else that hovered just outside the boundary of light the fire gave. She stopped and watched the shadows for a while before she snuffed out the dying fire. The presence was comforting, Cecilia felt nothing dangerous about it.  

When she woke in the morning and started for the town nearby, she came across five dead bodies. A clean stab wound in each chest. People came into view along the road and Cecilia waved them over to examine the bodies. They told her that the bodies were trained killers that called the woods part of their territory. Terrified she came so close to death, Cecilia made it to the town and after earning money from playing her panpipes, found an inn to stay in. Once night had fallen, Cecilia felt the presence again. She opened the window of her room and saw nothing outside. She played a tune on her panpipes and left it on the windowsill. She went to sleep for what seemed like a moment when she woke to the sound of the panpipes. It was a sad melody, one that would often be played at funerals in her village. After the last note faded into the night, Cecilia went over to the window and spoke to the wind. 

''Thank-you for before. You can keep the pipes, I have another. Use them to talk to me, I'll listen whenever you want me to.'' 

She went back to sleep, a smile on her face as the sound of another tune, a slightly more happy one, drifted through the room. 

The presence that stayed in the shadows needed someone to cry to and Cecilia was that person.

Mmm... Anyway, have a great day everyone!

Storm warning

Right, so... There isn't a storm warning, which is a bit of a shame because I'm waiting for snow to appear (and not the ice that I slip over on the sidewalk). Anyway, how is everyone going? Checked out Mum's post about a SunshineShelle sale?
So here's a story!

Storm - Wolf
    Faced with his current situation, Wolf recalled the storms that he had weathered to get there.

His first storm tossed the sea over his mountain home, killed many and destroyed everyone's lives. But it gave the survivors a purpose in life. United by the storm that destroyed, the survivors strived to protect what was left with everything that they had.

The second storm was a different kind of storm. Although there was no wind or rain, the sky had darkened and the light from the sun turned a deep purple. No wind or rain, but Wolf's instincts told him something was terribly wrong. The storm's true purpose was to disguise the being that took him from the place where he belonged, and threw him into a twisted game of survival.

The third storm took what seemed like years to form. For this storm to build, another group of desperate, but capable survivors banded together. Wolf had joined them in the hope that the leader had somehow inspired. Once the storm they created had picked up speed, there was no way to stop it. The world that held them prisoner showed signs that it wasn't real, and with a final push, the survivors freed themselves and others trapped in that distorted fantasy. However they soon found themselves in the middle of another storm.

Wolf had hid himself to observe the battle that raged around him, his keen senses on overload. He could smell the fear of those who were strangers to battle and tuned them out as they tried to flee. Instead he watched the ones braving the endless wave of faceless enemies. The woman that had pulled together the ragtag survivors was covering the cowards who fled, while a man was brutally slicing enemies that came from the other side. Another four of the survivors were boxed in and struggling against the mass that threatened to overcome them. Arrows and bullets from unseen snipers tore through enemies, but it another faceless monster took the fallen one's place. Wolf could smell the others fighting, but they were surrounded by too many enemies to see. Then the clouds churned and the light darkened. A low growl came from Wolf as he recognised the disguise that started the chaos. The battle hadn't stopped even with the new arrival, and Wolf's instinct kicked in as he stepped out from his observation spot. If the small resistance wanted to make it through the storm they found themselves in, they'd need all its members to take part.

With a clear leap into the fray, Wolf entered another storm. 

One he hoped to come out of.

And that all for today! Hope you all have a fantastic day (or night) wherever you are!

Bodyguards

Hiya guys! How is everyone?
So there are two posts today since I'm a little bit behind.
It is a funny coicenidence that the characters pulled out for yesterday are called The Bodyguards and that there was a new iPod/iPhone game released today that has to do with bodyguards. I downloaded the game, but the stamina refills once a day so I'm stuck.
Anyway, story.

Plan B - The Bodyguards
    Johannes had seven employees. He ran a business that had several hundred, but he had seven personal elite employees. Their job description was 'bodyguard', but unlike other bodyguards, not all were handpicked. In fact four had the job because they applied for it, but that didn't make them different from the three that were handpicked. One was a former family butler from Johannes' youth who knew exactly what needed to be done and how to get it done. The second youngest had was a puny male teenager who tried to pickpocket Johannes in broad daylight, while the youngest he found dressed oddly in the slums while she was a child. Their jobs included paper work, information gathering, making sure their boss slept, guarding him during important events, smuggling Intel to the Rebellion Keepers and every other odd job (including the grocery shopping).

Johannes was aware how dangerous it was to attend the political debate at the 5-star resort about the tensions in the land, but representatives from all sides were to be there on 'neutral' ground. Johannes had told his seven to not make a scene and observe everything from the shadows.

He was watching the live security feed of the bar where something was going down. His slum girl was being hounded by a high official who wasn't taking a 'no' for an answer. His thief boy had tried 'politely' to get the official away but subtle hints could only get so far. Johannes frowned at the ordeal, Plan A was to remove themselves from the problem as quietly as possible. Unfortunately the official was anything but quiet. The gathered crowd were parted as a well-built man entered the commotion, and he towered over the three. The new arrival was a guard of the official's and as hostile words were exchanged between both parties, the crowd crept further away. There was an elderly man close to the entrance; his hand hovered over a part of the wall. The moment the official's guard pushed Johannes' thief to the side the lights went off. When they came back on a few seconds later, the official and his guard were sprawled out on the floor and the two youngsters and the old man had disappeared. Johannes smiled in spite of himself and laughed.

Plan B: If they couldn't remove themselves from the problem... Remove the problem.

Right! So that's it for today! Hhave a wonderful day everyone!!
Oh! I've also gone through and fixed the spelling errors for the short stories. Hope that makes things easier for you all.

Markets

Hello!
First off, there seem to be people that come here from countries that native tongue isn't English. And now I feel bad because I don't speak anything but that. So I'm very sorry to all. I've been trying to teach myself basics of languages, but then I forget my English... Eventually I figure some way to retain my English and learn another four languages.
I've also been scanning over my old posts, and I spotted horrendous spelling mistakes. Why did no one tell me! Gah!! It's so embarrassing...

Market - Vigis
    Vigis loved the markets. Since she grew up on a homestead with her four older brothers and away from towns, her first market visit was a thrill. Especially when she was given her Chevalier Knight sword. She loved the smells that drifted from the stalls, the colours of fabrics that where hung up to separate the stalls and she loved the competitions that went on throughout the day. Although it took the combined strength of her mother and two eldest brothers to drag her away from the sign-up sheet.

She visited the markets in Ashlake regularly. Stalls spread down hundreds of streets, the squares were set-up for tournaments and animal stalls. Vigis helped the farmers from the outskirts travel to and from the markets in anyway she could and while at the markets she would eat her way through every stall  and worked  off the energy by participating in events.

But this market was different. It was as if the trouble from the Nobodies had arrived at Ashlake's front gate. It bothered Vigis that such far away trouble could effect the hustle of Ashlake's market. Everyone was on edge and there were less stalls than usual, and it seemed like everyone was prepared to pack up and go home at the slightest notice. It seemed like there was no reason for that attitude until the trouble started. The moment people were running, Vigis equipped her sword in one hand and wand in the other. A shadow towered over her, and Vigis let an ecstatic grin cross her face. She would still end up enjoying that day's market.

Vigis thought that the dragons were a nice touch to the day.

Right, so have a wonderful day everyone!