Drakkoniss
Creative!
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NOW!!!!!!!!!!!
I SHALL FINALLY CATCH UP ON MY READING THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Let us start at chapter 3. I believe that is where I stopped reading.
O.o Awakened with a blow to the face... I like the feel of that in the story. Fitting. Adds a little air of drama and also insanity, considering the circumstances. Hehe... a caged animal. Nice touch, considering what he represents.
Leave in a cannon... *snickers*
Oh, you tell the silliest jokes, sometimes. Then again, I like them, because I have a morbid sense of humor, but still. lol
I love peanuts. It's all worth it in the end. ;)
^XP
I enjoy the small talk, too. It accents the helplessness and makes for an interesting little side view of how things are.
I crack peanut shells with my fingers, too. Annoying stinging sensation if you eat enough to create scratches on your finger tips that the salt seeps into, but again, I love peanuts. :)
Now, now, that's no way to talk to your host, is it? Shame on you, goodsir. You don't have to break manners just because you got the crud beat out of you, do you? I mean, we're all gentlemen here, right?
Aww... taking the suprise out of the equation when he asks if he's gonna die? That's just horrible!!! Rather rude, too, now that I think about it. I mean, what does he have to live for now, with the fun of not knowing taken away? Surely it won't be fun, that way. Oh, but I suppose you wanted to be relatable, so I guess I'll let it slide...
Mouthful of peanut shells? O.o
Eh, the beanstalk bit sortof fell flat, imo. I suppose it helps to support your insanity, a bit, though. *shrugs*
o.O Icecream cone... I've been wondering about Qyp. I don't know too much about him (the person who roleplays Drakkoniss speaking; Drakkoniss probably knows quite a bit about Qyp), sadly. Would that description of his reason for joining the Chaos Carnival hold true for the in-game story-line? Speaking of, I just had an icecream cone...
That's true. Being a pyromaniac probably is funner.
I likes that trick too. Fire makes for entertaining light shows.
*smirks at the perverse hilarity of the 8 peanuts lasting a weak*
Ugh... peanut shell.
I thought he'd make a shower of flames, sometime. :)
Smoke is not fun. It makes it hard to look at the meat well, when I grill, if the wind is against me. XD Stinging eyes. :/
That reminds me of Gray Silhouette's burning... also, that I think I know how that fight turned out, but I am not sure.
I think I'll post this, and then edit it. See if I can illicit a response before then. Hehe...
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I think the cowboy life would be especially irritable for me irl, because I have dandruff. Scalp bleeding from itching, sometimes. XP
Mmm... The need to save ammunition is understandable. Unneeded expenses one would want to avoid, even if they'd be slightly more vulnerable. Besides, with his aim, he probably wouldn't need it unless the hostiles are quite far away, indeed.
Yes, oddly I am refering to the image of myself as a "he", not "I". Idk why. I have whims, sometimes.
I like the horse. Black horses are beautiful creatures, and they are my favorite in coloration, as one might guess... Well, so far as I know, there are no reddish horses of a shade suitible enough for my tastes to weigh its looks better than that of a good black horse, but I suppose there could be one somewhere out there that looks better than they would to me.
I like random discussion. I wonder who this Sylvester is based off of... or is he an original character? Interesting one, nonetheless. Oddly, I think he could be DB, but that would just be guesswork, as I don't believe you originally described his character in the first bit. Too long ago, and it would also have been talked about in other threads. If I remember correctly, we agreed he'd be an ex soldier, but I know not the background of that man... The description looks somewhat similar to what I'd imagine of him, too, though the I have heard no indication of him playing the guitar, or anything like that. It could be a random bit added in for character interestingness.
Hehe... That Attie's a spirited one. Shouldn't be messing around with guns, though, especially when they belong to others... I mean, if she were properly trained, perhaps, but without permission to use it, it is... most likely ill-advised. Especially considering how annoyed people get when they are repeatedly badgered and have their things (apparently) attempted to be stolen. -_-
Calls me friend alot... XD
Guitar strings do not seem to be an easily garnered comodity, apparently. lol
COLONEL CHARRIES!!!!!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah, memories. Nice little whatchamacallits. Help you keep track of how things are in the world, and to learn to do things better.
A MURDER OF CROWS, I SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can't say jumping in quicksand is a good idea, either.
That makes me think of a cavalryman whacking someone with an axe.
Ah, tea... a sign of society, out in the middle of nowhere. :)
Yes, I talked about the murder of crows before you called them as such. THUNDER OF DRAGONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I like those crows. XP
I like watching burning wood. Very entertaining, oddly. Also, sometimes the flames above them.
That could be his life force being sucked out by the fire. *shrugs*
Idk, I think the refusal of tea might have altered things for the worse, sending the plot on an inescapable downward spiral into melancholic themes of death and destruction... but that's just me. XD
BAD CROW!!! NO INTERUPTING!!!!!!! *gets pecked at*
*grabs the crow from the air, tosses it through an inter-dimensional portal and resumes reading/commentary*
Idk... Le Dealer's putting down of her thoughts and oppinions seems rather rude, and almost makes him look more like a jerk, rather than a gentleman. Then again, considering the time, I suppose those statements are rather intelligent-sounding. *eats a piece of fried chicken* Anywho, let us see how this turns out, eh? Moral wars between pieces of the conciousness, and all.
*coughleadcough*
*consumes a potato wedge* Hmm... makes me wonder about the shapes of things to come...
*pops three more into his mouth and swollows* (they were tiny ones. ^-^) I wonder just how the fate of my character that you described earlier (in his character description, no less) shall come about...I do have interesting ideas, though.
Ah, the classic "saying an old enemy from the past is going to catch up to you, but he can help" bit.
The fact that he's a killer, now, makes the arguement better, and the story, too. Just like the Gray Silhouette, as well.
*wrinkles his forehead and frowns at the Dealer's explanation of who he is*
Blood... red... eeeyes...
We're just men of business here... Vile, evil, things, afoot.
*Lip twists in a snarl at the mention of the occult* I do not trust him...
Silver bullets... Good metal for nullifying or counteracting the effects of certain magics... Then again, that man could be trying to swindle my countenance. I dislike that. Oh, it's not that it is something I wouldn't expect from The Dealer, but you know what I mean. Having so little control over the actions of a character so close to my heart adds a certain disturbance to the effects of things.
Who says he has a son? XP
A present, yet a favor? Bah! Ridiculous!
... he said he'd give him the gun, not the bullets. .-.
YAY FOR MORAL CODES AND STICKING TRUE TO CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!!
Strangely telling, the war drum humm.
I wish my earphones weren't broken. The Super Bowl is distracting.
I like how you portray Isabel. Reminds me of Victorian England, as well it should.
HUZZAH FOR WHITTLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Attie was portraid quite well, too... Wonder just how much trouble she is for her parents, overall.
On another note, that scene was crafted splendidly. Spectacularly good.
~ On the road again... do dodo do dododo do dodo...
Posting now, so as to not lose anything. I shall... edit MORE!!!!!!!! In a moment, that is.
And now to continue, I say:
/me imagines the horse frothing at the mouth while running, and then having a heart attack, eventually
O.o Roquer (ROCKER, I SAY!!!) having a price on my/his head...
Steed, not stead, btw.
Extra revolver maketh for a deadly man. ;)
No pockets? Well, I suppose that could be protection against theft, but riding full gallop there would be too much of a chance for the hat to fall off and the money to be lost for my tastes, if not.
Mmm... Hellish creatures. Guns protect from those. :)
Strong legs, to be able to jump so high.
My first thought as to the weapon is "whip"...
Makes me wonder what background the Silhouette has...
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Well, sadly I must stop my commentary at 2 chapters today. G'night, Jester.
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I reckon it might just be time to comment on the newest addition to the family of chapters that makes up this here fiiine story I've been reading about!
Only a coward would use a knife? Bladed weapons have been the tool of choice for the killing of one's fellow man for centuries on end before semi-modern times. Personally, I'd think it would be more cowardly to use a gun you had secreted away somewhere on your person, such as inside your boot, than to stab a person to death, if those were the options, considering he propably knew full well that he had disarmed him of all his ranged weapons except possibly his rifle, which could, could, mind you, be on his back, and would take too long to get off, if so.
Ah, he meant a fist fight... Interesting.
So many blows to the head... that hit to the chin should have been able to cause internal decapitation... almost as if the Silhouette were going easy on him, or wanting to make it last as long as possible, so he could suffer, rather.
Broken rib makes things... chancy;Problematic. Two more simultaneous blows to the head, too. *shudders* The human body can only take so much. XP
Lucky the impact into the wall didn't make him bang the back of his skull into it. That could have easily been a death sentence.
Such a predictable move, the fist to his head... then again, how much thinking could be going on with his head that banged up, and his body so beaten?
And then yet another blow to the face. I wonder how many people would be able to recognise him afterwords. lol
So, so very many hits to the face. *eye twitches*
^XD
This reminds me of arguing with the Original Gray Silhouette about David Blitz. Had to do that quite a few times... Like talking to a wall. Just barely got him to concede points, sometimes using hypothetical scenarios to show he was not quite so perfect as he made himself out to be. I miss our talks. :/
That guy got there fast... even with the horses, that should have been impossible, getting there fast enough to interupt the strike.
Unlike my companion figure, I can think of the Silhouette doing that. No matter how much he hates the evil of the world, he also has this thing about nice, innocent people. Along with that, he refuses to compromise on such moral issues, as a certain line in that very story can attest to.
Jessa's right. Mental breakdowns from someone like that are not pretty sights/reads.
And so, the penny drops, the stone falls, and the bullet penetrates. Arrows for words, she has, all aimed at his heart.
Well, this makes me wonder exactly how much Jae knows/about what things... Also, who killed her in this story.
Good to know he actually DOES have reasons for wearing that garb. I'd been wondering if he really was a certain "Reverand Silhouette", and not just your "common" man.
That makes me imagine Jae getting her brains blown out at that exact moment, the talk of innocents of pure heart being taken from the world does.
Yet more info on the background of that western community... Wild more than all in the rest of the entire nation combined, most likely.
And then he/I dies/die, because the broken rib pierced a lung. The end. XP
On, but that would be too easy, and there are things yet to be wrought, I'd say. Oh, the many things that must be done, and shall be by the end of this tale.
*face shifts yet again into a snarl at the mention of the Dealer, and the thought of things to come*
I was thinking that shooting them might be necessary, too...
Idk, crows are extremely intelligent birds. They actually are capable of deceit, and apparently have an extremely detailed language, capable of conveying minute details. They also supposedly make nice pets... or at least ravens (on the pets part), but they are a type of crow, so meh. A pair of crows once disassembled a fire alarm in a lab where scientists were experimenting to see how intelligent they were, and they weren't even tasked to do that. They just decided to do it for no reason one day while the scientists were gone. ._. ... They are also extremely good at making tools, and invent them out of materials available to them in the situation. Crows in the wild create knives out of plant material to be able to access bugs that are their prey easier, at the very least in one population and environment.
And yes, they can and do remember faces. Interestingly, there was once a crow epidemic in this one town, and after a single crow was shot down, the other crows in the area nearby fled, and apparently told the other crows of the town, because they always avoid it in their migratory routes, now. Crows in cities have been discovered to memorize the paths garbage men take each day of the week and follow and scavange from the refuse, never missing the opportunity.
Oh, and yes, blood could be pouring out of its head if it had hit the top of it. It also depends on the size of the crow, too. They can grow to sizes as big or bigger than house cats, if fed well enough.
Arg... no mercy, and now with hundreds surrounding him. A virtual death trap. There are reasons they are called murders of crows...
And so, the sight of the Jester at last is his, the Harlequin, death of men, madman and torturer, practical joker of DOOM? Oh, the future. Curiousity killed the cat, but I have a stronger heart than it, and no collar to strangle me on the fence as I run from murderous dogs, either.
Simple goodies... Oh, how he entertains me at times. A funny talk, they have, those two.
Oh, that unruly fellow. I take it this is why he doesn't deal with you in this version of things, eh, Clown, old boy?
*narrows eyes* The seeds of evil, consumed by a madman. One would think this won't end well, eh?
OOH! THAT RHYMES!
Oh, and a pail is a thing you stick water into. PALE, on the other hand refers to color not being vivid. ;) Then again, you DID say you made spelling mistakes on purpose. *shrugs*
Leaves a man with an interesting picture in his head, that CLown.
YES, I MIX CAPITALIZATION!!!!!!!!!
Fnk.. classic.
Aww... but speaking to the insane makes for funny talk... XD
THERE SHALL BE RECKONING FOR THAT!!!!!!!! NOONE SPITS ON ME AND GETS AWAY WITHOUT SCARS FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol
And so, Darkness Falls. Let us see if we cannot Light a Candle, shall we? WONDERFUL SERIES!!!!!!!!!
He said he'd explain what the favor was after the deal was struck. -.-
CLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I liked that horse... Now, our steps are laid before us. We shall... see where the paths take us, no?
The... time... shall... COME!!!
< Message edited by Drakkoniss -- 1/23/2012 12:12:25 >
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