[Mkguild] Noname, Part 2

[Yeehim]

A fine story, I really like it, thou I'll have to read it again when I'll stop beeing a cyclops [frakking left eye infection, have to keep it covered... and it's also my good eye >.<'' ] for more feedback. I doubt I'm qualified to tell it it's ok with MK setting, but on the pure writing side I think I'm allowed to express my opinion.

There's a funny paradox in somoe one having Noname for name. I'd love to see him dooing something like Odys in the Oddysey ;] Thou, he went by the name 'Noone'

Anyway, keep up the good work.

Yee.
Also know as Yeehim and Yeechan, if anyone wants to know. And Malahite. And Shival. 
And oh-my-gods I-have-to-much-free-time-at-work =3


Dnia 13 listopada 2009 4:09 George Holmstrom <geoho_polar2001 at hotmail.com> napisał(a):

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> The second part of this little tale. I should have said before, and
> advice welcome, from grammar to narrative. Enjoy peeps.- TraxerO O ONoname lay on the bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling of
> wood paneling. He didn&#39;t quite know what to think. As long as
> he remembered, his life had been careening down a mountain slope,
> jumping from ledge to ledge, sliding along the edge. Along the edge
> of what, he didn&#39;t know, and he hadn&#39;t let himself stay on
> one ledge long enough to look over into the abyss below. At rare
> moments, while bound up or tied to a stake, he&#39;d had a brief
> chance to reflect upon it, but soon enough he was unbound again and
> off to the races.Now, he might have actually fallen into the abyss, into the
> complete unknown, because he had no idea where he was going to
> land.Particularly when he saw the snout in the lower part of his vision.
> He opened his mouth, it moved up. He felt it. The whiskers tickled
> his pawpads. He scratched it with a claw. Noname rose and went
> through the motions. He had changed while in his reflective haze,
> his entire psychical being different, longer, sleeker. He licked
> his nose. Now that was weird.Not quite as weird as he expected though. Though, what was he
> supposed to expect. He looked about the room. Curses, no reflective
> surfaces. Well, he knew his arms and legs were of a sable fur, his
> body was a light brownish, and he a long body, complete with
> twitchy tail. Only one option. He sunk his shoulders and plodded
> over to the caribou.Noname gave a weak wave. The caribou nodded back. Now what was he
> supposed to say? He rubbed his muzzle. So much easier when he was
> under a persona, selling wares, making out contracts, playing with
> words towards a certain devious means. Now, here he was, no longer
> human, trying to talk as...himself.Himself. Noname didn&#39;t like the sound of that. Still, what
> choice did he have? There was no game to be played. Yet. Ooo. The
> possibility appeased him.“Sorry to be a bother, but what am I?” he said, letting the words
> tumble out in as level of a tone as possible.The caribou eyed him. Noname tried not to flinch. “Oy. Robert, what
> do you think this hellion is?”The mouse at the other door squinted. “Let me get a look at that
> tail.”Noname lifted his smock (which he had the dignity to put on
> earlier) and twitched part of his spine that hadn&#39;t existed a
> few minutes ago.“Considering the mask of fur on his face, I&#39;d say a polecat of
> some kind. You know, type of wild ferret, eh?” the mouse said.Noname chewed on this information. Weasel type. Shouldn&#39;t he
> have found this more disturbing. Would this one be permanent? If
> that George fellow was to be believed, he had been other species
> too. What did that mean? Admittedly, his knowledge on the Curse was
> limited at best. But...“Ah-hem,” the caribou interjected. While Noname hadn&#39;t been
> paying attention, his paws had clutched onto the hilt of the
> caribou&#39;s broadsword, and were in the process of pulling the
> shiny thing. Shiny. Well, he just wanted to take a closer look. It
> sorta sparkled if the sun hit just right and it made his heart beat
> a little faster and he really just wanted to have it a little while
> so...Noname stopped himself. Where had that come from? Oh. He put on a
> guilty face and pulled his paws off the sword handle, backing away.
> “Sorry.”“No problem,” the caribou said, nonplussed from the attempted
> stealing, “Instinctual actions are completely normal for a newly
> cursed subject. Can&#39;t tell you how many times I&#39;ve had to
> keep from charging intimidating predators.”Noname nodded. Civil caribou. He made it his policy to not let
> himself take note of the qualities of people he spoke to, either
> good or bad. In the long run, it never made sense to bother,
> especially because he never even knew them in the long run. Noname
> shuffled lives like cards, and with them all the people he met
> shuffled away with them.That brought a thought. “You don&#39;t have some sort of writing
> utensil, do you ur...what&#39;s you name?”“Montgomery, call me Monty. As for your request, perhaps Luke over
> there as something.”“Right ahead of ya. Just nibblin&#39; out a point for ya,” the
> mouse, Luke, called, chewing on some sort of black stick. It turned
> off to be a charcoal stick, freshly sharpened, as evidenced from
> the mouse&#39;s blackened incisors. Noname murmured thanks and
> returned to the bed. This wasn&#39;t quite what he expected.
> Wasn&#39;t he supposed to be roughed up by now? He expected at the
> very least to be mauled a little. Then again, he glanced back at
> Luke. He could smell a slight tinge of...fear on the air. To be
> sure, the mouse would not think twice of laying Noone out with that
> flail, but the simple matter was that Noone was a polecat, and if
> he remembered correctly, they ate rodents and so... Metamor was a
> twisty locale indeed. How did anyone go on about here without going
> made with the details?He pulled out the scroll and set to work.O O OSoon enough, next to each of the labels, he had scawled a name, so
> that the list roughly read as so:Unknown (Begger Boy) – ChildReginald (Accountant) – SquirrelLackaday Takern (Beer Trader) - ShrewLoridor Copper (Gem Evaluator) - MoleMs. Rosetta (Matchmaker) – WomanJohn Ritanoose (Executioner) – WolverineHappy (Fortune Teller) – ChildCarrage (Undertaker) – Monitor lizardHarkens Senderjay (Wares Seller) – PolecatNoname finished reading these aloud from the foot of his bed. He
> still remained a polecat. He then spoke vaguely towards the guards.
> “Strange. These are may past scams...ur...identities used in my
> business. Each with their own personalities, stories, and
> occupation. Of course, none of these people actually existed except
> for the brief time that I portrayed them. But, I&#39;m so rarely
> myself...I&#39;m not even certain who I really am, so how can the
> Curse decide on whom to curse?”Monty quirked a brow. Noname didn&#39;t know caribou even /had/
> brows. “Well...what&#39;s you name again?”“Noname.”The brow quirked further, but he continued, “I&#39;ve been in the
> Keep for a long while, and I&#39;ve seen plenty of strange things,
> but if there&#39;s one thing I do know, the Curse is a wildly
> unpredictable thing.”“Everything has a pattern,” Noname said, “Creatures, the
> seasons...sometimes its harder to see than others, but everything
> goes a certain way. Everything can be manipulated.”“Like you tricking Keep guards into buying faulty weapons,” Monty
> said, a layer of ice on the words.“Yes, quite.” Noname said, then grasped his muzzle. Oops. Oh, and
> he&#39;d thought they&#39;d been getting along so nice, Noname
> reflected.Monty&#39;s jaw clenched. “Noname. You seem like a nice person, on
> the surface. Very congenial and kind...but as Commander George
> said, I&#39;m not certain you understand the levity of your
> situation.”Levity. Nice vocabulary. Scary in a way too.The caribou clicked his hooves. “Well, perhaps its about time for
> you to get some fresh air.”“Aren&#39;t I under confinement?”Monty smirked. “In a sense, perhaps. We&#39;re just going to being
> you on a little stroll. Meet some friends of mine would /love/ to
> meet you.”Was this caribou flashing a devious grin? Oh, crud. Noname started
> scrambling back. What had he said? Had he made a mistake in his
> wordings? He was just doing the same thing as...he...usually...did.
> Which was try and gain trust to find an opening in the situation
> for his own twisty ambitions. But was he? Well, yes. Of course he
> was. That was the instinct of a con artist for you.“Luke, get some armor for this weaselly fellow. I believe he is
> going to need it.”O O OHotmail: Trusted email with Microsoft’s powerful SPAM protection. Sign up now. 

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