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Rune Factory 2

2009-01-12T01:52:27Z

More Uneasiness

2008-10-13T02:20:49Z

So I went ahead and changed up the flow of words to make it fit more... correctly.

And now I'm stuck with writer's block. I'm at a fork in the road and I can't make up my mind on which path to follow; this is a crucial step into the plot of the fanfiction and yes, I admit, I never actually had a plan. I figure if I saw the ending, everything would work out, but no. It doesn't work this way. Moving the plot too quickly would ruin the pace I was going at, but in this case I might as well seeing as the story isn't about the game, more about after the ending but needs certain parts during so no one's confused so much.... ehhh, what am I getting at?

Path One: Both persons go into a village and are immediatly kicked out because of an incident involving one of them. This path is faster and will allow character interaction and a faster pace into the pre story line. In the long run, kind of slow.

Path Two: One stays outside feeling that something is odd; goes to a familiar yet vague place and has many unsafe visions. Slower but more character and history is finally on concrete and the plot is ready to go. In the long run, slightly faster.

:(

ice_chalis @ 2008-10-03T23:14:00

2008-10-04T04:15:28Z

Your Existing Situation
Seeks a close and understanding bond in an atmosphere of shared intimacy, as a protection against anxiety and conflict.

Your Stress Sources
Has an unsatisfied need to ally herself with others whose standards are as high as her own, and to stand out from the herd. This desire for preeminence isolates her and inhibits her readiness to give herself freely. While she wants to surrender and let herself go, she regards this as a weakness which must be resisted. This self-restraint, she feels, will lift her above the rank and file and ensure recognition as a unique and distinctive personality.

Your Restrained Characteristics
Circumstances are restrictive and hampering, forcing her to forgo all joys and pleasures for the time being.

Clings to her belief that her hopes and ideas are realistic, but needs encouragement and reassurance. Applies very exacting standards to her choice of a partner and wants guarantees against loss or disappointment.

Your Desired Objective
Wants to make a favorable impression and be recognized. Needs to feel appreciated and admired. Sensitive and easily hurt if no notice is taken of her or if she is not given adequate acknowledgment.

Your Actual Problem
Needs to be valued and respected as an exceptional individual, in order to increase her self-esteem and her feeling of personal worth. Resists mediocrity and sets herself high standards.

Need... Inspiration... Ugh!

2008-09-20T05:59:45Z

EDIT: I posteed it anyways. :P

Bored out of my MIND

2008-07-07T23:06:45Z

If anyone ever asks, I was never here. Muahahaha

Seisen no Keifu fanfiction OMG

2008-07-03T23:37:47Z

Title: Scorned
Author: ice_chalis
Pairing: Arthur and...
Rating: T
Summary: N/A (Seriously, even I don't know where I'm going with this).

Scorned

By: Ice-Chalis

From the day I came back home, after climbing snow apple trees all day, I've have felt a void in me. One that no matter what emotion I tried to fill it with, it would always come back as the same thing.

It happened when I was four.

I vaguely remember the smell of jam. A warmth when it was snowing, wrapped around my shoulders, slowly falling to the white powder covered ground. A few apples softly landing bullseye. I was careful with them, as they bruised easily...

I had that weird dream again...

The boy picked another fruit, looking down to see where to drop it without hurting the others already at the bottom. It landed precisely where he wanted it.

The stars were falling, and I think mom was crying.

He was satisfied with the amount he had gotten. And it wasn't right to take all the apples for himself. He tried jumping down but hurt the side of his leg. Wincing, he got up. It didn't hurt too bad, in fact he was still able to stand up right.

I hate that dream.

Forgetting his way home, again, he looked around for a 'short-cut'. The sky was creamy peach, clouds just barely there fading in the color. White doves flying away at the snap of a twig, swaying the light blue leaves back and forth. It was breath taking, exactly why he came here. To get lost.

To lose all train in thought.

Yes, he was far too young to understand the pain and strife of the world, but to a pure hearted child as he, this was as good as the imagination, the one most adults lose, could take in and appreciate instead of just looking past it all and think of nothing but the tomorrow they rather not see.

At the very least, he didn't think of any suffering. Not even his leg, the dream, or even...

'Azel.'

The boy's nearly clear violet iris narrowed. His lips did not part, just trembled.

'Azel, what's wrong?'

Standing across him were two persons. Both men, one with red hair, under a beautifully designed cloak, the other, a taller blue haired one, under a leather coat. Their eyes could not be seen, but their voices, perfectly clear. His heartbeat picked up speed.

'I'm fine, Lex...'

'I know. The kid's fine, and Tilt's gonna make it, now you know.'

'Comforting words, indeed. . . Lis... n . . I . . .'

The figures went away, blurry and impossible to understand. A blue jay flew in the boy's direction, taking him back to reality.

He lay on the ground, leg healed without so much as a bruise. His apples however were scattered on the snow covered ground. Not one of them harmed as well. If it wasn't for the foul odor of smoke, he wouldn't have moved or even twitched.

It was indeed a putrid smell, it was impossible to take in a breath without taking in some of the smoke as well. Covering his nose with his shirt, not effective but better then head on, he only picked the blanket off the ground, leaving the fruits from his little climbing adventure where they were.

He ran through the patterns of light blue forest, no longer aimlessly getting lost, and though he wasn't looking in any other direction--his eyes looking right through the path, his eyes with the same scared emotion as with the spirits of the forest--not a single root or branch dared to come his way.

The blanket fell. The odor as strong as wind blowing against the smog. His eyes watered, not of tears but of the stinging heat attacking his eyes.

The small cottage he's lived all his life, with his mother and younger sister, waiting for something, whether it was a beloved or something so simple as death, it was still called home--it was burning.

He rushed inside, not knowing exactly what he was looking for. He tripped over an old book lying around. A fire tome. Had it been this that started all of this? He carefully placed his hand on it, just as he did he heard a crack above him. As the pillars of the small cottage gave out, the boy felt compelled to protect that which might have even caused this atrocity.

He held his breath, and for the life of him could not move a muscle. As he closed his eyes, a light flew by.

When he woke, a small blue bird flew away from his head. He was surrounded by nothing but snow, as for his clothes tattered with burn marks and holes. He still held the fire tome--his sight had not failed him after all.

His emotions faded into snow behind him.

Finally got a LiveJournal... I want a cookie.

2007-03-10T00:11:50Z

¬¬ MEEP.