[Mkguild] Noname, Part 2
Kit
stormkit10 at gmail.com
Fri Nov 13 23:30:44 UTC 2009
Ha, and I thought *I* had multiple fursona disorder! Anyway, it's a little
questionable that one person gets cursed with several variations over.
However as evidenced in an earlier story of Charles', it is the soul of the
person that gets cursed rather than just the physical body. Which brings up
several interesting questions about your character. Does he have multiple
souls, each only dominant at a certain time? If so, why was he a polecat as
Noname? Wasn't his scam in MK a different person entirely? This idea seems
to have incredible potential, but it's a bit muddled at the moment.
Kit
On Fri, Nov 13, 2009 at 12:24 AM, Yeehim <yeehim at o2.pl> wrote:
> 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
>
>
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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'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't know, and he hadn'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'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'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't existed a
> > few minutes ago.“Considering the mask of fur on his face, I'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'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't been
> > paying attention, his paws had clutched onto the hilt of the
> > caribou'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't tell you how many times I'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't have some
> sort of writing
> > utensil, do you ur...what's you name?”“Montgomery, call me Monty. As
> for your request, perhaps Luke over
> > there as something.”“Right ahead of ya. Just nibblin' 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's blackened incisors. Noname murmured thanks and
> > returned to the bed. This wasn't quite what he expected.
> > Wasn'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'm so rarely
> > myself...I'm not even certain who I really am, so how can the
> > Curse decide on whom to curse?”Monty quirked a brow. Noname didn't
> know caribou even /had/
> > brows. “Well...what's you name again?”“Noname.”The brow quirked
> further, but he continued, “I've been in the
> > Keep for a long while, and I've seen plenty of strange things,
> > but if there'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'd thought they'd been getting along so nice, Noname
> > reflected.Monty's jaw clenched. “Noname. You seem like a nice person,
> on
> > the surface. Very congenial and kind...but as Commander George
> > said, I'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't I under confinement?”Monty
> smirked. “In a sense, perhaps. We'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
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