Post by Edich on Jul 19, 2011 7:33:15 GMT -5
For a while now, I've been considering posting some of my writing here for critiquing and such. So I present to you Edich's Aimless Anecdotes. As the title suggests, this is a place where I intend to post my drabbles and short stories that I'm occasionally inclined to write. They could be of a fan or original nature, may fall under any subject, and are usually simple things I write between my more structured projects.
First up is something I wrote mostly as a response to one of my own silly jokes I made to a friend. It was around the time of the Megaman suit design votes and was a quip at all the .EXE vibes design C & E were giving everyone. Essentially it was along the lines of "if Legends gets any more like Battle Network we're going to end up seeing a Boktai crossover!" Considering I'm a big fan of all three of these game series, I couldn't let the cheesy joke stop there and wrote this little drabble about it. For those of you who don't know Boktai all you really need to keep in mind is that image that features the main character, Django, and that it's a game about killing vampires in a pseudo-apocalyptic world with concentrated solar energy fired from a gun. Hope you enjoy.
Boktai x Megaman Legends: Sun and Sea
He was used to it, he supposed. Or at least in one very well acquainted aspect. A vast, mostly uninhabitable world was certainly something he was dearly familiar with.
But what baffled, and even dazzled him, was the vibrant panoramic he was treated to. So much so that he had made it a daily ritual to wonder atop the deck of the transit airship he had boarded to take it all in. Django had to constantly remind himself that this world was not like his own. That it's inhabitants weren't few and far between due to a deadly blight, but rather due to an all encompassing ocean. One of a rich blue hue, sloshing gently within the breeze, and that shined and sparkled vividly from the sun's rays overhead.
Steadily, he followed these rays, one hand shading his eyes, until he was gazing up at the bright and burning sphere he so often likened to a symbol of hope and life. A sense of pleasantness passed over him as he smirked reminiscently. Instinctively, and somewhat nostalgically, he raised his gauntlet-clad hand skyward and softly spoke his eminent incantation.
“Taiyoh.”
His gauntlet, the Sol De Vice, spurred to action and began to steadily absorb apparent droplets of the day's shimmering sunlight until it itself began to glow brightly with it's own sheen. Casually, Django lowered his arm over the side of the railing, letting it swing lazily back and forth, waiting for the gauntlet's brightness to dissipate as it's collected solar energy circulated through his body. Calmly, he placed his chin into his other hand's palm, his elbow now propped atop the railing, and continued observing his expansive ocean view, a blank expression on his face.
He didn't know if he would ever get used to this world's vibrancy.
Watching the horizon again, Django couldn't help but note that the airship's course rarely passed any landmarks, island or otherwise. But he still saw them from time to time in the distant horizon. Those aging monoliths protruding from the ocean's surface.
Ruins. Expansive labyrinths of an ambiguous and bygone era. Of course, Django didn't know much about them. But from what little he had surmised since his arrival here, he had gotten the impression that no one really did. What he did know, however, was of the pivotal role these sites played in this world's society. Of the incomprehensible and advanced technology they housed, of the ongoing research into their creation, and, most importantly, of the brave and skilled adventurers who collected the multiple ruins' bounty at the risk of their own lives. Diggers.
It was a group of people that greatly interested Django. Although there was obvious differences amongst what he and they did, he still felt a kinship with the Digger career. Both of their jobs were incredibly dangerous and responsible for their respective society's continued survival, after all. And though he'd been told many were in it for money and adventure, he hoped to meet one that would share this sentiment.
And that's all I wrote, unfortunately. I didn't have a plot or...anything at all planned when I wrote this. I just felt incredibly inspired to write a scene with Django in Terra after making a dumb joke for some reason. It might be an idea to pursue at some date, though crossovers often give me the willies.
Anyway, I'm not sure how often I'll keep these up, I certainly have a few aimless anecdote ideas floating in my head, two of which are Legends related, but I have a bit on the table as far as writing goes.
Anyway, comments and critiques are appreciated, even if you don't know Boktai I'd like to know if my writing at least captivated you any.
First up is something I wrote mostly as a response to one of my own silly jokes I made to a friend. It was around the time of the Megaman suit design votes and was a quip at all the .EXE vibes design C & E were giving everyone. Essentially it was along the lines of "if Legends gets any more like Battle Network we're going to end up seeing a Boktai crossover!" Considering I'm a big fan of all three of these game series, I couldn't let the cheesy joke stop there and wrote this little drabble about it. For those of you who don't know Boktai all you really need to keep in mind is that image that features the main character, Django, and that it's a game about killing vampires in a pseudo-apocalyptic world with concentrated solar energy fired from a gun. Hope you enjoy.
Boktai x Megaman Legends: Sun and Sea
He was used to it, he supposed. Or at least in one very well acquainted aspect. A vast, mostly uninhabitable world was certainly something he was dearly familiar with.
But what baffled, and even dazzled him, was the vibrant panoramic he was treated to. So much so that he had made it a daily ritual to wonder atop the deck of the transit airship he had boarded to take it all in. Django had to constantly remind himself that this world was not like his own. That it's inhabitants weren't few and far between due to a deadly blight, but rather due to an all encompassing ocean. One of a rich blue hue, sloshing gently within the breeze, and that shined and sparkled vividly from the sun's rays overhead.
Steadily, he followed these rays, one hand shading his eyes, until he was gazing up at the bright and burning sphere he so often likened to a symbol of hope and life. A sense of pleasantness passed over him as he smirked reminiscently. Instinctively, and somewhat nostalgically, he raised his gauntlet-clad hand skyward and softly spoke his eminent incantation.
“Taiyoh.”
His gauntlet, the Sol De Vice, spurred to action and began to steadily absorb apparent droplets of the day's shimmering sunlight until it itself began to glow brightly with it's own sheen. Casually, Django lowered his arm over the side of the railing, letting it swing lazily back and forth, waiting for the gauntlet's brightness to dissipate as it's collected solar energy circulated through his body. Calmly, he placed his chin into his other hand's palm, his elbow now propped atop the railing, and continued observing his expansive ocean view, a blank expression on his face.
He didn't know if he would ever get used to this world's vibrancy.
Watching the horizon again, Django couldn't help but note that the airship's course rarely passed any landmarks, island or otherwise. But he still saw them from time to time in the distant horizon. Those aging monoliths protruding from the ocean's surface.
Ruins. Expansive labyrinths of an ambiguous and bygone era. Of course, Django didn't know much about them. But from what little he had surmised since his arrival here, he had gotten the impression that no one really did. What he did know, however, was of the pivotal role these sites played in this world's society. Of the incomprehensible and advanced technology they housed, of the ongoing research into their creation, and, most importantly, of the brave and skilled adventurers who collected the multiple ruins' bounty at the risk of their own lives. Diggers.
It was a group of people that greatly interested Django. Although there was obvious differences amongst what he and they did, he still felt a kinship with the Digger career. Both of their jobs were incredibly dangerous and responsible for their respective society's continued survival, after all. And though he'd been told many were in it for money and adventure, he hoped to meet one that would share this sentiment.
And that's all I wrote, unfortunately. I didn't have a plot or...anything at all planned when I wrote this. I just felt incredibly inspired to write a scene with Django in Terra after making a dumb joke for some reason. It might be an idea to pursue at some date, though crossovers often give me the willies.
Anyway, I'm not sure how often I'll keep these up, I certainly have a few aimless anecdote ideas floating in my head, two of which are Legends related, but I have a bit on the table as far as writing goes.
Anyway, comments and critiques are appreciated, even if you don't know Boktai I'd like to know if my writing at least captivated you any.
