Brokenhearts
Rank 15 (On Angie's Level)
Beware, all ye who talk 2 me
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Post by Brokenhearts on Sept 19, 2006 8:23:49 GMT -5
TO 2 THE GROUP STORY SUB-BOARD FOR MORE INFORMATION!!!! (i sound like a crap cheapo add...) every1 can join!!!! and will angie or 1 of the mods PLEASE change the title if it's wrong ;D thankies!!!
Dawn of Freedom sat outside the basement of the YWG2 feeling down. her human was being stupid, and not coming up with any decent ideas- even with her help. and that was depressing. what was even worse was that she was starting to miss the origional guild as too. it was where her human had finally found her, and where she had escaped the first time round. and met darren and pumpkin shoes for the first time. a smile twitched at her now human face (she had takenn the shape of a rather liked charrie called Lucky that both Freedom and her human had been able to come up with, and she was rather pleased with her), as she remembered those times. YWG2 was awesome as well- she enjoyed it throughly. but she still missed the old board. she looked round, and grumbled. where were the other muses?! she hated bein alone! she couldn't cause havoc that way…
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Post by Techy on Sept 19, 2006 15:46:08 GMT -5
Bluestar was sitting in a corner, in her complete cat form, watching the humans mill around. She couldn't/ hadn't found any of the other muses. Suddenly, she darted under a table. Was that the new guilds basement she spotted? And who was the girl sitting in front of it? It looked like a charrie familiar to Bluestar.
"Ranowerr?" she meowed, coming out from under the table and up to the charrie/ possible muse.
She sat down, her long tail flicking across the floor, waiting for a responce from the charrie/ possible muse. If it was a charrie, she espected to get a scratch behind the ears, but if it was a muse, then she expected some sort of different reply
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Brokenhearts
Rank 15 (On Angie's Level)
Beware, all ye who talk 2 me
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Post by Brokenhearts on Sept 19, 2006 17:02:42 GMT -5
Freedom frowned as she looked down at the cat. she looked incredibly familliar. then she grinned. She recognised the muse from when her human, broky was her aka, workd on jointies with her human friend techy. another muse FINALLY! "hey," she grinned, forming into a charrie from a book that broky had enjoyed (she couldn't remember the name exactly… but it was someone's other worlds…). a large, sleek, majestic black cat. it didn't suit freedom's personality at all- but she liked the feel of it.
(JOIN IN PPL!!!!)
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Post by Angie on Sept 19, 2006 17:43:07 GMT -5
Pumpkin Shoes, currently morphed into a mermaid that strangely resembled her normal form, swam lazily in the sea just off the coast of Jamaica. Her boyfriend, a stray werewolf-like muse, suddenly came up to the surface of the water. She tilted her head and watched him. She had run off to Jamaica months ago to be with him, and she hadn't seen anyone else since. She finally made a decision that she had been pondering for quite a while. It was time for them to go to the guild.
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scarecrow
Rank 3 (Almost Not a Newbie)
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Post by scarecrow on Sept 20, 2006 9:42:37 GMT -5
Hombre was a lucky dog. Not only did he have the instincts of an animal, but he had been born with the gift of human intelligence. Because of this, he was able to understand just what a gift this nearly mystical phenomena of gut-instinct was, and not just take it for granted like most animals. He was able to appreciate the wonder of what it was like to have what was almost ... foresight, a sudden burst of overwhelming intuition that compelled him to do things, even though he often didn't understand why. But he always listened to these feelings, always, because if there was one thing that was consistent, it was that these feelings were always right.
So when Hombre was roused from his midday nap on the porch of 21 Blue Creek by one of these sudden thrusts of understanding, he knew not to dally. He had a strong feeling that he had somewhere to go, and one look through the dusty, tinted windows gave him the answer. Chris had been watching him in his sleep, and his slight brown eyes had that faraway look in them. It could only mean one thing.
Hombre wagged his tail, and without a moment's hesitation shot off down Blue Creek street. It had taken him a while, but Chris had finally realized that it was time. It was time to go ... home. And while home might be a wacky place full of crazy creatures that were off their rocker, it was still a place to hang your hat (well, he would, if dogs wore hats). He only hoped that the YWG was still the creative, inspiring place where, underneath all the randomness, there was someplace where you could go to express yourself, to have fun, to fit in. Hombre knew how much this had meant to his charge, and he was glad that he'd finally gotten back to the things that made him happy.
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Post by Cy Skywalker on Sept 20, 2006 15:06:33 GMT -5
(heh, nice words scarecrow. "one of these sudden thrusts of understanding". I think I'm accepted into this...)
It took Li a rather short time to get into the YWG2 when he realized that all the trouble was it hadn't been described yet.
So he stood in the slightly contradictory, slightly foggy main site and, attracted by the adjectives around the basement, headed for that. Cy had actually told him to try and involve himself in other sites than ESPS now that she was in school quite often, and the concept of being actually condered a muse instead of a co-author was rather nice. Different...the way it coincided with chapter 17 of Plotseekers.
Quietly he walked nearer to the two cats sitting by the basement door with its cloud of well done cliché-forboding wafting around their ears. Knowing...well, the Internet, they were probably...muses instead of members.
Not being used to having his species exclude him from conversation, he casually looked around for something like a door to knock on.
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Post by Techy on Sept 20, 2006 16:14:34 GMT -5
"heya. I kinda figured you were a muse instead of a charrie. Who are you? I never really met any of the other muses on the other site." Bluestar said, in her high pitched catish-english, "I'm Bluestar by the way. Techy's muse."
Her tail twitched again as she heard somebody else around, somebody unlike the aimless wanderings of the few charges there. Her ears swivled around to try and detect where he/she/it was going.
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Post by Emily on Sept 22, 2006 13:50:08 GMT -5
Snarkie flapped his tiny wings in frustration, only managing to lift a few inches off the ground, before plummeting back down. His charge, was being quite literally ridiculous, refusing to accept his original and funny ideas for the story she was writing.
He whined piteously to her, and tried to reason with her, but Pink ignored him, and simply had swatted him away with her hand.
He had decided to watch her draw for a while, but after a minute or so, got bored (as most hamsters would do) and whizzed off to another part of the guild in search of some excitement.
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Post by Donald Duck on Sept 22, 2006 21:48:05 GMT -5
Eioko ran down one of the guild's hallways in search of other muses. She was tired of annoying DD by giving her pluffy, happy fantasies. Really she deserved them, only writing stories that were violent and sorrowful. She needed to write something diffrent for a change.
"Can you believe it Ezz?" She asked her toy cat. "I don't even get a thanks for giving her all those ideas. Why's she have to be such a meanie?"
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Post by eakyra on Sept 23, 2006 16:03:24 GMT -5
Somni dilly dallied behind Eakyra, watching her roam about the guild making strange and yet quant conversation with the other charges. She wasnt paying much attention to her, but Somni knew how much Eakyra loved being with her friends. So Somni pushed the thought out of her head before she started to turn blue and got her worried. Then Somni noticed in her peripheral vision a couple a cats sitting next to some kind of eerie door. Noticing the door more than the cats, her interest was immediatly caught with the curiosity of what lay within it. Dashing over to the door, she forgot completely about the cats sitting there until she looked to her side. Somni fell backwards and landed not so gentley on her tush. She lied there for a minute and tried to remember what had just happend. When her brain switched back on, she jumped up and introduced herself to the two cats. "HIYA! Im Somni! Eaky's muse! Watcha doin?" She said in a playfully sweet voice. Her tail swished back and forth and her wings flapped a little in excitement.
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Post by Cy Skywalker on Sept 23, 2006 17:54:45 GMT -5
Hey Eaky, I believe ""Um... what are you doing?" One said. " is what my people call godmodding; making other people's characters perform actions. This is not considered polite, though it is the person you godmodded who would do any official complaining if they really were annoyed by it.
Seeing as the trend in co-authors (muses! We have literary obligations around here)leaned toward hobbitlike anthros and animals, Li began to feel rather awkward.
Or at least tall(which Cy would find very amusing).
Somni's exuberence had him not sure what to say, but as it was an introduction of sorts he stepped out toward the creepiness-exuding doorway and said, "Hey. I'm rather new around here...I belong with Cy." (to Cy? What would be the right terminology? He translated a possible nervous gesture into uncapping a Sharpie.
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Post by Angie on Sept 23, 2006 20:47:36 GMT -5
(Sorry all my entries are going to be so short. I need to get into the plot before I can really know what's going on.)
Pumpkin Shoes got to the guild in the middle of the night. It had been a calm night, but suddenly it got stormy outside. The guild could sense something was up. She grinned.
She listened for signs of life inside the guild before going in. Angie was on a late night rant to Ash and Gil about what a lazy and mischievous muse she was and how she had lost all inspiration for writing. Pumpkin Shoes loved being legendary. As if on cue, Angie started complaining about how arrogant that muse was. She grinned again.
She walked through the front doors into the dark lobby. Everything in the guild went silent, and she soon heard things/people cautiously entering the room. Lightning flashed in the large windows to reveal a very menacing-looking Pumpkin Shoes. The guild would not be calm again for a very long time.
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Post by Emily on Sept 24, 2006 12:22:01 GMT -5
(sorry scarecrow....)
Snarkie hovered some more, before falling with a 'plop' to the ground.
It was so frustrating being a small creature, and being ridiculed by nearly all of the other muses, for being a hamster - with wings. But, truth be told, he was ridiculous.
He was slightly lonely in the guild, with no true friends.
He turned a corner, and saw two cats and some other muses. He squeaked in shock, and had a nasty gut feeling that he may get eaten by the muses.
How amusing would that be?
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Post by Techy on Sept 24, 2006 12:54:56 GMT -5
(Broky, your turn)
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Post by Cy Skywalker on Sept 24, 2006 13:12:20 GMT -5
Great, Li thought. [/i] Mod powers.[/i] as the lightning struck extremely dramatically and a mermaid-of-the-abyss looking creature floated into view in the main room.
The tiny wing-bedecked hamster inspired slightly more fear in him.
These people have none of Cy's core seriousness. But her surface silliness gets along with their casual friendship.
He gave the hamster a friendly look.
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