History Tropers / Exelixi

* {{Discworld}}, though the gods know that one is too hard for one woman to contain

* Discworld, though the gods know that one is too hard for one woman to contain

* HeroesOfOlympus

If you respect me, I will respect you. If you're dealing with stuff and you need someone to talk to, PM me.

Fencer. Boxer. Reader, writer. Roleplayer. Celtic Pagan. If you respect me, I will respect you. If you're dealing with stuff and you need someone to talk to, PM me.

Just a moment, please. You're Dia's sockpuppet, are you not? -@/{{desdendelle}}

Fencer. Boxer. Reader, writer. Roleplayer. (trans)Woman. Short temper, long memory. If you respect me, I will respect you. If you're dealing with stuff and you need someone to talk to, PM me.

''Longing for a day when we no longer have to guard our hearts.''

(Not adding any myself, I want other peoples' opinions)

Hello world, (speaks in a sotto voice) -@/{{SabrinaDiamond}}

Someone get this man a chat show. -@/{{Johnnyfog}}

* BlindSeer.

''"Your world is closer."''

Thanks for the compliment on my hair and piercings, random person! :D -@/{{AceyEnn}}

''This would be a Kodak Moment, if you didn't look so fucking miserable.''

Hey, I'm Exe. As you can see, my page is a little schizo. Pay it no mind.

[[folder: Weird dreams I'm turning into stories. Warning: Incomprehensible.]]

'''Echoes''' (operative name)

A {{Changeling}} man (aged roughly 38, but looks 19-21 ish) . As yet unnamed. He has been given power by the (Something), a powerful fairy.[[hottip:Archfey porn: It stand two heads taller than a man. It has two sets of horns upon its head; a ram's curling spirals, and a stag's jagged protrusions. His face is stark white; he has no visible ears, and his nose is just a pair of holes. His eyes are violet. His body is very thick and obviously physically powerful, yet it looks somehow wizened, as though its current glory is nothing compared to what it was a thousand years ago. It is covered in long, golden fur, which is perpetually well-groomed. His feet are cloven.]]

This gift is the ability to see a second "layer" of reality. He can see the true forms of spirit creatures, can see magic being worked and its effects quite visibly, etc. There is a slight problem with this, though; when everything goes to hell in a handbasket in one layer, the other isn't necessarily up to sync. Fighting that [[gray:innocent little lady]] who was, in fact, something humans are incapable of comprehending doesn't look so good to the police; neither does flailing around wildly in public as you're trying to survive the maw of some great beast that no-one else can see. As such, (protagonist) spends a lot of time with psychiatrists. Hell, they've even convinced him for the most part that he ''is'' crazy, he ''is'' only college-age, and the medicine they're giving him ''will'' help him.

~~~

Scene opens in what we can only assume is a mall. (Protagonist, who I'm just going to call '''NICHOLAS''') is with his friends '''RAMONE''' and '''ALEJANDRO ORTEGA''', brothers of 19 and 26 who moved to (country, probably Canada) from Argentina. Ramone is still in the midst of getting his citizenship, but Alejandro is already there. Some casual walking around and such occurs. At one point, Alejandro is confronted by a con man offering some long-term program related in some way to credit cards; this wouldn't go well for Alejandro. Thing is, Alejandro is a smart guy, and generally wouldn't fall for something like this, and yet, the con seems to be winning him over. Nicholas and Ramone are discouraging him to little effect. His voice is taking on a dreamlike tone. "Yeah, sure, whatever. . . "

Nicholas is hit by a flash of realisation he half-disbelieves: That con man is in fact a djinn, and he's offering something a lot worse than credit card debt. Nicholas sees the Djinn's true form in flashes, as the medication in his system inhibits his clairvoyant abilities. The stress of all of it is too much for him; we see, in some form or another, the screaming pain in his skull. He knows that he has to keep this from happening. He flips his shit, swinging at the Djinn/con man. (Short fight scene.)

The local authority figures come in and arrest Nicholas, though they let Alejandro and Ramone off free; they didn't try to kill someone, after all.

~~~

The police are walking Nicholas, now in cuffs, to the east entrance of the mall. They've being rather belligerent. One knees Nicholas in the spine when he gets stubborn. ''Since when are the cops here this brutal?''

Something's wrong. More flashes as the veil is lifted for moments at a time, accompanied by searing pain. Nichlas has to get out of here. Something's not right, something he can't quite remember. . .

Another flash. Time slows down; either that, or Nicholas' perception speeds up. He takes in the area surrounding him, and where everything he sees leads, within the span of a second. He has to get out.

He kicks the officer behind him and bolts, cuffs still holding his hands behind his back. (Short chase scene.)

~~~

We're in the bathroom now, specifically in the stall. We see a close-up of Nicholas' face, then the "carmera" cuts to behind him. He's vomiting. After a few moments, he stands up. The handcuffs are still behind him. He bends a bit, stretches his arms, lifts his leg and simply steps backward through the cuffs, repeating with the other leg. The cuffs are still there, but at least he has some functionality. He walks to the sink, turns it on, rinses out his mouth. Things are getting clearer; if using visual medium, the colours pick up and the image becomes sharper. ''Fuck, Nicholas has to get out.'' He opens the door and starts sprinting.

Nicholas' gift isn't just limited to seeing things, and now we see this, though we don't know why. A policeman sees him, there's a faint green shimmer around his body, and the policeman looks away as though nothing was there. He sprints again. Winds up at the south side of the complex, which looks distinctly different from the rest. It may be some sort of storage area. Perhaps it's under renovation. Nicholas runs down a ramp and keeps running towards the wall. Shit, it's a wall. There's no door out. He turns back, hits the ramp. A girl from the college, let's say '''CYNTHIA''' is walking down the ramp. There's no time; she'll attribute it to tripping or something, it's fine. He rushes straight towards her, prepared to knock her aside. ''She sees him, oh gods, she fucking sees him.'' He eyes grow wide and she tries to step out of the way; he veers his course, hitting the rails at full force and nearly flipping over them. She asks what's going on; he thinks for a split second, says there's no time; shit's going down and he has to get out. He can't just leave, though. ''She sees him.'' He threw a glamour that could blind Godzilla onto this place, and she sees him. She must be one of them. He's still very confused; what does he do? If anything big is happening, she's a target. Come on, then. They run; Nicholas is shocked to find her keeping up with him. Yeah, definitely not human. He can't keep the glamour up for long; they'll have to be careful once they hit the street.

~~~

We're in the basement of a house. Cynthia and Nicholas are here, obviously. "I know this seems odd. This is an old friend of mine's house." Cynthia's confused, naturally. All Changelings have a slight ability to see through glamours, but most of them never actually got caught up in anything, and never really received the True Sight.

The two proceed, walking as quietly as possible. Nicholas motions towards a flight of stairs, ending at a door. He wants her to go through to the attic. She does; he follows.

(Conversation with a little exposition. Standard "everything you know is a lie" bit. Sort of. This guy, let's say '''JACK''', was an old friend of Nicholas. They studied a lot of "weird" things together; the occult, swordplay, crack theories. That kind of thing is common for Changelings; they feel the blood of their fairy side calling them whether they know it or not. Sound familiar? Yes, yes it does.[[hottip:Scenery porn: The place looks less like the standardised dark, creepy attic and more like a mini bachelor pad, if the bachelor were obsessed with weapons and possibly batshit insane. There's two rooms; one is a living/bedroom sort of area, with a large, comfortable-looking couch and a decent sized television. Cases for video games, [=DVDs=], [=CDs=], etc. litter the floor. The second looks like a junior armoury crossed with a rec room. There is a locked gun cabinet with an M1911 on the top, a metal dresser-ish thing with a bunch of drawers, all filled with knives. Atop it rests an authentic hand-forged katana on a rack. There's a plain wooden bench, which seems these days to be less a bench as much as a storage unit for swords. There's a cutlass, a kukri knife, a basket-hilted broadsword and a rapier. Not a foil, mind you, an actual rapier. On the opposite side, there is various workout equipment, a heavy bag, and a speed bag. Several pairs of boxing gloves riddle the floor.]])

"Stay here, I'm going to go talk to him. Try to explain this shit. He'll help us. Anything comes here that isn't me, pick up something and stab it. Got me?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, heading downstairs.

~~~

There are other people in the room, but they aren't moving. Jack is slouching comfortably on a chair. He had been ogling a new knife, but he set it down. One hand was raised into the air, its solid gesture sustaining the magic in the room. Holy crap, Jack, you're doing magic. Real magic. Yep. What happened to you? He's dodgy. The Archfey solidifies from nowhere. He wanted to talk to Nicholas for some time now, but the drugs were stopping him. The Archfey stops midsentence, turning its head towards Jack. You can't trust him, he consorts with dark powers, jabber jabber. No, that's a lie. No, it's true, it really is. But it's okay. I'll explain. ''Stay on your guard.'' Explanation of who's in the attic and why. Okay, cool, we'll go up there and discuss it in a moment. I can't keep this up for long; run out the door and knock, act like you're just showing up. He does. The door opens. Hey, it's Jack's birthday. ''How did Nicholas get the dates wrong? He thought it was January. Jack was born October.''

And then I woke up. Of course.


[[/folder]]

The hour is getting late.

There is unrest in the forest.\\
There is trouble with the trees.\\
For the maples want more sunlight\\
and the oaks ignore their pleas.

''And freedom-\\
Oh, freedom-\\
Well that's just some people talking.\\
Your prison is walking\\
Through this world all alone.''

I've been searching for the daughter of the devil himself\\
I've been searching for an angel in white.

LIST OF RESOLVES

1. I will stop biting my nails and other odious habits.

2. I will get back into optimal shape.

3. I will be less callous towards human beings.

1.

'''We Who Fight Monsters'''

Open on the beach of an island of indeterminate size. A group of children is here- the youngest is ten, the oldest is perhaps sixteen. These kids, as we will later find out, have super-powers. At least, that's what they were told- the science-y people informed [[TheSmartGuy Gregory]] about something involving [[ElectricityCanDoAnything bioelectrical patterns]] and atoms.

For this reason, the kids are essentially child soldiers. For THAT reason, they all suffer from some serious PTSD. Before they ditched the organisation that took them in at around ten, they were fighting an enemy that is equal parts trans-dimensional alien, plague, and mutagen, something normal soldiers couldn't stop. The kids' existence is essentially the universe's immune system kicking in.

The story will be a deconstruction of things like PowerRangers and SuperRobotMonkeyTeam and shit like that. Very dark, very angsty, etc.

Except, no it won't.

This menace isn't stopping just because these kids have problems. Eventually, it will come for them, and they will have to fight. They will realise that yes, what they're subjected to is awful, but nobody else can do it. DeconReconSwitch flips. This group stops a massive strike against the Earth, and proceed to go back to the nebulous and not-too-friendly organisation that drafted them, kick upper management out, and reform the place, making it somewhat easier for those saddled with defending humanity. The story ends with a new wave of soldiers, uniformly eighteen, going out to fight.

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night\\
And wouldn't you love to love her?\\
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight\\
And who will be her lover?

And then I woke up. Of course.[[/folder]]

Hey. I'm Exe. I'm a dude who likes stuff. I occasionally hit people with swords and wax poetic about a bloke from Medieval Germany. Also, I'm pagan. If you're on the level with me, I'll be on the level with you.

[[TheDresdenFiles The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.]]

Be it carved out from the finest wood,\\
Or strung with silver string\\
Only mortal trust\\
Or fairy dust\\
Can make a fiddle sing.