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[Wobbles]

2007-02-14T04:04:00.000-08:00

The Dusting post for chinese new year
[For the spring cleaning of course...]

Hello babes
Luanie the Great here
Noes u ppl havent been cuming
So im here to revive the dead
pls tag @ least
Let me noe u still noe this is alive
At least re-lived by me
Haha. since im posting on valentines
im telling u ppl
ive got sweets for u as an every year treat
Luv ya!
And happy valentines my dearies
duno how to goet into this account to blog?
please tag @ my bloggy
Or sms me
And i will tell ya how i got in.

*Mucks*
Happy 'v' day again!
[Wobbles]

Announcement

2006-07-19T09:53:00.000-07:00

MelQ here.

I made some ammendments to the entry. Please stay within your half of the Spectrum when you write. Do not jump into another half and do not do the scenes with Antorell inside them as Antorell is meant to seal up every four chapters, which I will do to keep the story moving along one fixed track.

There's something slightly screwed about the side of the blogskin but we'll try to fix that k. So bear with it.

And do continue writing.

Kisses and slop.
The mod.

2006-07-18T00:30:00.000-07:00

By Luanie monster
Edit to your pleasure.
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Meanwhile, Bonjov!

"She was an interesting girl, wasn’t she?" Hexyl asked. After her back view lightened against the darkness and coldness of the Zircon night.
"Yes.”"Nods in agreement. [Head still buried in the book]
"Do you believe we will meet her again?" Hexyl asked the seemingly 'hardworking' Ketch.
At this point, Ketch looked up from his book and starred at Hexyl.
Gave a sigh.
Looked back to his book and muttered.

"What did you say? Speak up. I can’t hear you."
"You’ve fallen for that Garnet girl, haven’t you?"
His accusations came fast and furious.

[In the state of denial]
"Obviously not. Who would want a coarse girl like that?"
"Obviously certain?"
“Cross my heart and swear.”
"Well, I think she was more to the fine and dignified side than to use the word ‘coarse’ to describe her. Beware that I tell that on you!”
"What! No! Don’t say a single thing! Plus, I’ve only asked whether you think we’ll meet her again! Don’t read too much into it, Ketch!"
"Well, the fiercer your reaction, the more I suspect…" [giggles]
"No I am not! It is just a combination of a good impression and a strange foreboding. Nothing else to it."
"Really?"
"I am certain."
And for this moment, Hexyl really thought he was right.
But what he was to experience after meeting her was a prelude to a much important part of his future.

*********

Meanwhile, at another rural and secluded spot of Zircon, at night.

Shivering at the same spot that she has taken for many, many years in the secluded corner of the abandoned car park, barely sheltered by an abandoned building, in the rare and heavy rains, with a group of people like her, shivering and cuddling with each other in threadbare clothes. To be factual, a gang of girls.

Translated from Zircon beggar slang:

“Sprout! Stop standing over there posing! Come here cuddle! I cold!”
“Me too! I hungry!”
Someone’s stomach growled pretty loudly.
“Shorty! Shut your tummy up!”
“It is all the fault of the rainy season ah. Less people come, less things can steal. Yesterday I almost kena down by that goondu-sama who drives his rich and expensive car cannot see. Our lives cheap meh?!” Sprout lamented.
“Yah lah, sister Sprout. Come here lah!”
Sprout looked longingly at her gang and continued…
“Feed on fleas! I’ll be hooking.” [Means to bring back food]
“Sister Sprout! I wanna go with you for ‘hooking’?”
“Shut up and cuddle. I bring yum-yum things back. Wait me ah!”
With that, this old beggar [in terms of beggar life expectancies] turned away and headed for the rain-washed streets.
Then she tripped over a can and fell.
“Ha! Ha! Ha!”
The girls laughed as they watched her from a suave retreat to a clumsy end.
“Ah dui! Shut up lah!”
All the cockroaches in the can swarmed out and ran all over her. She picked herself up and rolled up a nearby newspaper and started beating the roaches. She dumped them all in that can, then went back to the group and offered the can.
“Nah! Dinner.” [Total gross out: in the author’s point of view]
“Sister Sprout. Thanks!”
The girls thanked enthusiastically.
They started chasing each other for the choicest morsels of [cockroaches]
“I go get some more.”
With that she left the alley for the main street.
The sad life of a beggar on the run.

*********

Once on the main street, with clouds gathering overhead, looking at the hustle and bustle of people of the festival, she sighed.

She took a piece of newspaper on the road, went helter-skelter back to the kerb and sat on the newspaper. She picked up a can she found close to her which was once used to contain the sweets, a stall not so far away used to sell. Stretching out her hands, she got some dirt on the road and placed them into the rusty, smelly can. Then, she stretched out the can and started shaking it:

“Have a heart, sire.”
“Have a heart, madam.”
“Please donate something to me.”
“My sisters are at home starving.”
“They depend on your generosity.”

And that was Sprout’s begging rhyme; crouching on the newspaper, shaking her can, chanting the rhyme, hoping that the sound could awaken someone’s conscience. But nevertheless, no avail. And that was the only understandable few sentences of the language plus ‘thank you’ she could manage, and no other, for an uneducated, undernourished woman like her, it was quite a feat, even by a over age 25 [for beggars, who die early]

As a child of four years old, Sprout was abandoned on the beggar streets of Zircon by her prostitute mother, one whom she only recall as a blurred image who was always in the arms of stinking, filthy men. Drinking, merry-making, and always ended up in a room in which she could never enter at night. She still remembers those times at those places with colorful neon lights and high bar-top tables with girls she played with in the day, dancing on bar-top poles and being touched by men, with provoking music still ringing in her ears.

She has never seen what people so call ‘daddy’ before. She has never seen her own. She can only remember in the murmurs what her mother said as she saw her for the last time. “Your true name is P....... Sprout Owell……, I am going to … … … It is all… … wretched… … … father… … … wife… … … daughter… … … dies…….”
With that, her mother turned around, let go of her tiny grasping hand, and disappeared with the wind and dust of the sandstorms in Zircon.

She did not know for how long she wandered, tired, cold, hungry, injured, till she strived to hang along alive till this day. For that period of time, till she was about 7 years old, she was so remorseful about not grabbing tighter of her mother’s skirt. She was always in tears. Other begging children laughed at her for being a cry baby, but she always said: “I want my mummy back.” Until one day, her first love [a beggar who was ten and she was seven] was about to be adopted by an uncle who always gave them alms, told her:

“I saw your mummy let go of your hand. She didn’t want you anymore.” [Translated]

She beated him, she trashed him; he did not even retaliate; she shouted and screamed, “My mummy will come back!” [Translated]

But somehow or another, she felt that she always knew. She knows he was speaking the truth. It was a very tragic departure. Her eyes were seemed to make of stone, with her long, flowing hair caressing the winds of sand. He let go of her hand, and never returned.

People come, people go. Hence, on her tenth birthday, she snipped off the long and flowing hair that she had so long treasured, with a rusty, abandoned knife, and a bowl on her head. Her hairstyle came to be. Her name ‘Sprout’ actually came from her memory, and of course her hairstyle, and so it was settled.

She was a totally new person. She robbed, she stole, and she ransacked homes before. She was a pickpocket, a robber, a thief, a burglar, a gangster, and anything else. She got into street fights and gang fights. She did everything except murder and prostitution. Reason because she was not at all attractive. She back stuck on her chest [concave], she has fleas hopping all over, and wounds terrorized by maggots and flies, and many other strange spots and dots like insect bites, scars and wounds, and even suspected to have leprosy, plus she stank and was suspected to have Aids. Her teeth stuck out and rotted, her hair was dirty urine yellow, and so were her eyes, downsized by the pile of eyeshit on their lids. Perhaps she has never heard of something called ‘personal hygiene’. Plus she had no one she really wanted to kill.

The sound of notes falling into her can brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up and upon her donor, and was about to mutter a ‘thank you’ when the donor in a thick brown coat hurriedly paced away. Inside the can was a thick stack of thick dollar notes! She tucked the money up her [Er hem] but just in time to see a couple of police [called Ji in her slang] hurriedly chase after. Looking around, the police officer enquired:

“Have you seen a guy with a thick brown coat?”
“Ana your ji?” [What is it? Police?]
“Man. Thick brown coat?” said the officer, pointing to a piece of brown cloth on his hand.
With a blink of an eye, she said:
“Have a heart, sire.”
“Please donate something to me.”
“My sisters are at home starving.”
“They depend on your generosity.”

The policemen had a look of anguish on their faces, searched their pockets and produced a few cent change, put in her can, and hurried off.
After being out of sight of the beggar, they lamented:
“Hiya. Lost another few cents. Why am I so down on my luck lately?”
“Aiya, take it as charity lah. Now the most important thing is to find that big bank robber.”

What they didn’t know was that in the process of taking looking for change in their pockets, their money was pick-pocketed away by Sprout, who was agile and professional in the business.
As they retreated into the distance, she said:
“Have a good day!”
And they did. They caught the robber, but he did not have the money, and refused to confess the whereabouts of it. Little did they know that it was in the pockets of the famous begging legend, Sprout, who treated her girls to good food, and the one the police lost the money to…

*********
To be continued...
By Luanie
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Luanie the monster terrorizes town again!

2006-07-15T01:27:00.000-07:00

Hello folks...
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By Luanie (part 2)

2006-06-15T04:08:00.000-07:00

“Erm.” <- Ketch “Erm?”
<- Hexyl “Oh.”
“Oh?” “Uh.”
“Uh?” Ketch whipped out his book and curled up beside a shady tree.
Silence____________
Sound of crows in the setting sun___________
“KETCH!!!”
Author’s advice: “Uh oh…” (-__- lll)

**********

Suddenly, Hexyl felt many gusts of strong winds and smells he had never smelled before.
He whirled around, to see a magnificent dragon behind a couple of trees with wings as big as bridges and body as big as a HDB flat with glowing sparkly golden scales and a magnificent ruby on its forehead, glimmering in the Zircon’s evening sun.

The dragon lay flat as a young girl, with fiery hair and a glittering amourish uniform, fell from its back, and landed softly on the grassy patch beside it. She rolled to a kneel, clutching a very spunky, shiny sword (which was a downright beauty, and so was the young girl) that supported her as she got up. Then, almost immediately, she turned to the dragon and said: “Ruby! I told you I wanted to go to Amber. Look at my lips. A-M-B-E-R” She pointed at her lips and repeated the words to the dragon slowly and professionally.

“And where are we? Some where really off course right?"
“ Sigh. “So are you alright? The barrier just now, did it injure you?” The dragon moaned and licked her wounds. “It’s okay. I am okay. But we seem to have intruded another city territory. I wonder where we are… And if we are really in another city’s territory, where are the guards who protect the boundary? We have to register first. I think they really have a tough job finding us, landing in such an ulu place.”

Hexyl dragged Ketch by the collar and showed himself from behind the trees.

Awkward silence_______

“Patrol guard?”
“Sorry? What did you just call me?” (Offended)
“Oh, sorry, who are you?”
“My name is Hexyl. This is Ketch. And you are?”
Hexyl released Ketch and Ketch bowed. “My name is Kaena from Garnet city, and this is my pet; ruby the dragon.” Kaena patted the Dragon on its face and smiled. “So where am I?” Kaena questioned. “Where do you think?” “Tell me i am no longer in garnet. There are no volcanoes, no forests, but why is it so hot?” “Then I shall enlighten you... Welcome to my home city, Zircon.”

“It’s Zircon already!!! That means I have missed a whole patch of Amber!?!” “Ruby! See what you have done? We are already past Amber!!!” The dragon moaned and looked sorry. “However did you miss Amber, Ruby! Ugh! Now we shall be late for that mission!” The dragon whined again and laid itself down. “How could you miss Amber? And intrude Zircon?” asked Ketch. “Excuse me please, but I did not ‘intrude’. I just accidentally got hit by a barrier of some sort, and then fell into another barrier during flying. You know how unpredictable flying in ambiguous areas can be, especially when dragons like Ruby always go over the speed limit and the weather is all strange for flights.”

“Oh. But what kind of barrier injured you? There shouldn’t be any barriers which would hurt an ordinary traveler like you...” “Well. I can’t really remember much. But it was kind of dark and cloudy and a little electrifying.” “Then the other barrier I fell into, which I presume is protecting Zircon here was also a little to the darkish side, but all in all I can only remember a few storms and getting injured by all those barriers that I have past while up in the air.” “It must be the rain clouds. Zircon and Amber has been getting a lot of strange storms lately. And you know, Zircon is famous for being super dry, but the volume of rain nowadays makes it able to support a forest, more than a desert, and it has never been so.”

“Rain? Whatever is that? Is it your native language?” “No. But Kaena, please don’t tell me you had no idea what has been happening to your neighbor’s nations, and you have never seen the ‘claustrophobic’ rain that has been disturbing us?!” “Erm... No. I have never seen what you people call ‘rain’ in Garnet before; by the way, what is this ‘rain’?”

“Drops of water that fall from dark clouds in the sky and shower upon everything that is in the open. Can be cooling and refreshing like a shower, but can also be annoying at times, and some people hate it while some don’t. You will easily fall ill in the rain; henceforth you need equipment to protect you from the rain, such as an umbrella or a raincoat. Going under shelter also helps to keep you dry.” “What about my dragon? Do they sell things to keep my dragon dry too?” “Erm... Our city is not really getting often showers so we don’t really emphasize on a variety of rain-proofing equipment.”

“Tell me more about this rain please.” “Well, before the onset of a rain, which many refer to as ‘storm’, dark rolling clouds will gather in the sky, then flashes of lighting will appear, and just all of a sudden, the water just pours or falls, sometimes like a sheet of water, and sometimes like a few drops. It can last for very long, like a whole day, or a few days even, depending on how much evaporation there is in that place.” Upon this, Ruby flapped his wings and closed its eyes. A nearby tree blocking its way got blown off by the strong wind. Uprooted and all.

“Impressive pet.” Ketch commented. “Thank you.” “The tree...” (Hexyl’s mutterings) “So what exactly are you doing here? Can we be of assistance?” “Oh, sure, please, tell me how to get to the boundary guard.” “No problem, we will bring you there. We are more than happy to be of help. Right, Ketch?” Ketch was given a nudge. “Um. Yes. Of course...” He replied unwillingly. Ketch squashed out a plastic smile. He was hungry, plus, it was already evening... (Dinner time) Hexyl flashed out his tiny handheld thingy (PDA of some sort and pressed a few things) “Let us have some dinner before you meet the boundary guard. Is that fine?”

“Yes, sure. But is there any dragon sanctuary here?” “Well, I am afraid I do not know of such things. We can ask the boundary guards later when they arrive. Okay? Let us go and eat now, you must be hungry, because Ketch looks like he certainly is. I’ll bring you to my favorite food outlet. As for Ruby, can we leave him here? A dragon of such size should be okay around these regions.” “Nah. Ruby and I never leave each other. We’re good friends, plus he can just sit outside the shop while we dine. I haven’t gotten him dinner yet you know, after such a tiresome journey.” “Yes, and both of them has sustained injuries in a foreign land, Hexyl.” “Fine. Let’s go. It’s dinner time.”

*********

Outside the shop: “Ahhhh!!!!! It’s a mighty ferocious dragon!!!” (Scrambles and runs for her life) “Run for your life!!!” “Don’t just stone there, silly! Run!!! It will eat you!!!” “I... I... I can’t... I can’t move...” (Trembling) “Agrh!!! Someone save me!!!” (Faints) “Get it away from me!!!” “@#$%^&*” “Daddy! Mummy! Where are you?!” (Cries) “*&^%$#@” “Ugh! I think I am going to faint!” (Collapses) ***Puking sounds Everybody runs away... Except the terrified shopkeeper, who stood at his counter, trembling with lots of fear. “Dra... Dra... GON!!! Help!!! AGRH!!!!” “Sir! Don’t run away. It’s just a hungry visitor!” Hexyl tapped the shoulder of the terrified boss. “Hungry...? HELP!!! THE DRAGON IS HUNGRY!!!”

“Please. It does not eat humans. You mean you don’t know? It is a tame dragon from Garnet city! Don’t insult their pride.” “Um... What will you have?” Calls for the trembling waitress hiding in the fridge. “Yes... May I... I... help you???” “I want a roasted chop.” “Do you sell salads?” said Ketch from his book. “Err... Is there any recommendations you can make?” “Well... Not really. Oh. How about chocolate sundae? We imported the finest chocolate and milk from Opal to make this.” “How does it taste like? Is it filling?” “Mmm... It is one of my personal favorites, because the milk and the chocolate are magically tasty and fresh. It is cooling, nicely sweet and quite filling, if you have an appetite for cold food.”

“Okay. I’ll have it. To have cold food for a change might be cool.” “Is that all?” “Can I have one chocolate sundae too. It sounds nice.” “And a super big one, for my dragon outside.” “I am not too sure if it is really dragon food.” “Well, if I like it, Ruby will like it too.” A nice evening passed whilst the three of them + a dragon were chatting with the staff. Later... “Oh. How I like chocolate!” “Well, all girls do. It is not surprising.” “Wah. You talk like you know them very well eh, Hexyl.” Blushes= “No I don’t. In fact I don’t get them at all.” “Very funny.” (Laughs)

*********

“The border guards are here. Thanks for spending your time with me waiting for them.” The Dragon: Moaw................. “Ruby is saying thanks.” “You’re welcome, Ruby.” “Anyway can I ask why you want to be in Amber?” “Well. I am on a mission for Garnet, and... I am there to look for somebody.” “Oh. Okay, good luck then. You can approach the elders if you need help in any way. And, I am from Amber.” “Really! Wow! To think I will meet one Amberian before I get there. I am so lucky! I will surely reach there then.” “Well, good luck for the journey. Send my regards to the elders!” “I will! Thank you for such a wonderful meal!” Then, the guards led Kaena and the big dragon away. Halfway, she turned back, and screamed: “We will surely meet again!!! I know it!!! Goodbye!!!” They waved and waved at her receding shadows. Yet fate’s strings did not get undone. It was predestined that the next time they will meet in another way and it... By Luanie the great monster =) Edit to your pleasure.

To be continued…

Special Edition

2006-05-25T12:24:00.000-07:00

So sorry this took so long to come up.

Prince Antorell Heartsblood
The Gray House

Dear Son,

It has been twenty years since we have last met and you have been isolating yourself from court affairs. Although honestly I am not entirely pleased by your presence, I do not loath it and I do wish to see you again. After all, your mother Lady Kamanev wished for us to be reconciled and I know that you, as who you are, respect her deeply.

Sad to say, out plans in Obsidian have somehow been exposed to the people of the rainbow. Fortunately for us, they have not taken action, and while they wait we should change our tactics. Though you may not wish to get involed in our political movements, I have a proposal to make. Knowing that you are a bright, in fact brilliant child, I would like to to aid us in our expansion. Rumour goes that you have created a very special set of weapons but have no use for them, since you spend most of your time on your music. I appeal to you to put your talents to use in the battleground and in return, I shall grant you your freedom.

You are the only one who can safely cross the borders into the Spectrum as your eyes do not shun the light of the stars. Take Persephone with you. Although I don't approve of her, she is powerful and most useful. Isn't that why you staked your honour to rescue her?

Do not throw this letter away! Read on and consider. How long will you spend your life in the Gray House, away from the rest of the world. The princesses here are waiting for you, so is your mother. Even if this does not move your heart, think about your freedom.

Help us defeat the light and I shall reward you greatly.

Your father
The King of Obsidian

"That's it, that's all there is." Persephone laid the letter on her lap and watched the shadows play across the window. Just outside, trees stark and thorny rattled their branches in a wild wind. The Prince was connecting wires to his keyboard, jerking at the cords and snapping as he installed the wrong plug. Finally he gave up.

"That Father of mine is an idiot," he remarked.

Persephone smiled. She wound her spindly arm about the ebony harp placed next to her chair and plucked at the strings. "Oh?" she muttered.

There was a brief period of silence as the Prince turned about. The keyboard was glazed over with a coat of magic muck- it looked ruined. "But the old man got one thing right," he spoke, "I want my freedom, quite a lot. I give him credit for that."

This induced a wider smile upon Persephone's face. "Are you taking him on?"

"Maybe."

He leaned the keyboard upon the wall and paced about the room, his deep purple robe swishing as he moved. He lifted his head, caught a pale beem of moonlight upon his face, a thin pointed picture with sharp features and bloody red eyes. He was thinking about the letter.

"You'll be free you know," Persephone urged him.

"You're only happy if I'm free 'cos I promised to free you after that," he snapped. "And I'll only be free provided that no one catches me and demotes me from a demoted prince into a POW."

Persephone laughed good-naturedly. "You're powerful, you can take them on, I believe that. Even if you're a demoted prince."

"Shut up, I was demoted for your sake."

The skeleton trees outside rattled even harder and scraped the pane of the window. The prince moaned to himself. Horrid noises. He went over to Persephone and patted the frame of the harp. "Play," he instructed, "play that love song for me, whatever its called."

"YOU invented it," the other commented, "and you've forgotten the name?"

"Yes, so just play it."

Persephone shook her head and chuckled to herself. Silly. She touched the strings and pulled the first cord.

"Come away..." she began.

A little spark stirred in the darkness of the room, magic began to gather. Antorell watched it fasinated, staring at the shifting spell. Encouraged, he picked up the nearest instrument, an electric guitar and strummed along with the tune.

Come away, breath
Down the muddy way
Love can change death
Into something you'd play
The vultures are songbirds
And graves paradise
Come away, breath
Close your eyes

Lie in the marshes and drown in your sleep
While dreaming of flowers in sun's shining keep
Believe that the dark here is forever day
But love like your bodies shall soon meet decay

Come away, breath
The night's not so still
Deluded wraiths
Shall cunningly kill
The one who thinks all else
It trusting and true
Come away, breath
I love you

I love you.

By Mel Q
To be continued...

Stika's second entry

2006-05-03T06:43:00.000-07:00

It's night now. We've just reached Emeril of Emerald and I'd have been pretty exhausted physically had I not utterly tire myself out emotionally, thinking of the worst possibilities my husband-to-be could be and dampening my poor spirits.

Tonight, we'll be bunking in a hotel fully sponsored by my "husband" that I have not even seen once. Well, I guess I should feel lucky having a rich person willing to be my husband, but, I'm really not one of that sort... ungrateful as it is. My life revolves around my family and books, and I've immersed myself in the latter so much that's it's not hard to imagine that my husband was going to be one of those prince charming- well, not wearing those out-of-date- suits, of course, I mean, to at least get to have a husband that I actually love and marry out of my own free will. Well, it's all a faraway dream now.

Let's get on to more happy stuff shall we?
The hotel is nice. Really cosy and high class. It's in a tree- I know, you won't believe me. Well, sounds crazy, but here I am, in- inside of- a... tree. No wonder there's an old joke going round : Faries live in toadstools, where do people live?
Trees.

It's not what I would have expected.The trees here are humongous and inside has great lighting and a warm feel. Sigh. How I wish my siblings could be here with me too. I opened a window catch, revealing a previously hidden grand window and glimpsed outside. Surprisingly, the streets were still fairly crowded with people despite the late hour. Seeing a fairly ugly emeraldian guy hurring cross the streets, I couldn't but worry if what my husband-to-be was like that.

It is closing midnight, and yet despite all these comforts, I cannot sleep.
Lerayan was not really cold... but yet I cannot seem to relate to her these knotted ties winding in my stomach. I tossed and turned. Perhaps a night walk will put me in better spirits...

The crowd has not yet subsided much.Not really knowing the place well, I did not wander off in fear of getting lost in this large place. Finally, I decided to go to the hotel's stable to visit Pyro. To my utter horror, I saw two unruly merchants prodding curiously at her magnificent wings! Uh oh, bad move, people. She's flaring up! In one great swipe, she had barely missed clawing the two, but instead went crashing into a medium-sized wood work-house stationed on a branch of a fairly large tree behind the hotel's stable!

Like a great force acting on a piece of wood,the outer plank broke immediately letting the inner contents- loads and loads of sheets-slowly float to the ground. Just as I was thanking my lucky stars that no human pieces were plonking down, a shoe, sports shoe -barely missing my head by inches- came pelting down right in front of my eyes and landed with a sickening thud. I cupped my hands to my face and closed my eyes in guilt, unable to force it open at the thought of what came down with it.

"Are you okay?" A concerned voice coming from above -somehow- asked.

I slowly opened my eyes, to find... no one before me.Argh!! Why is this happening to me? Now, I must be stuck into one of those illusion reality worlds!!
"Here, here!" the voice came again, interrrupting my line of thoughts. " Up here!"
On looking up, I couldn't exactly see a person, just some beach skin in midst of the green. Adjusting my eyes, I could now see a young girl, around 16, or maybe younger clothed all round in Emerald's signature colour, with starkingly green eyes and long flowy brown hair which contained faint shades of both green and purple. She was dangling on a branch of the hurt tree with one hand gripping tightly to a branch and the other holding a book of some sort with a pencil sticking out of it.

"Hold on for a moment, please,"She requested politely, as she swung herself with ease down to the ground beside me. Oops, it kinda just hit me, I did destroy her house, didn't I? Tut tut...

"Hey..." She began, " I'm Tia, pleased to meet you." Her bright eyes smiled at me as she stretched out her hand.

Right...
Is she crazy or what?
I just ruined her house and she's saying she's pleased to meet me...
So much for extremes in a day.

..

2006-04-23T18:24:00.002-07:00

"She's a half-breed."

Hexyl's grip tightened evr so slightly on the steering wheel at the two words his friend had just uttered. It was a term that he had grown up with for the entire span of his life, yet still sounded so unfamiliar to him...

"What makes you say that?" the Zicron student inquired, turning his gaze on him. (Apparently at the moment he forgot the golden rule that drivers should always keep their eyes on the road, but never the less...)

Ketch was about to reply, when suddenly, another resounding bang shook the car. The view from the rearview mirror told them that the little beggar whom they had just left behind had now caught up with them, and had now proceeded to bang her tiny little fists on the car while running after them and shouting (or barking) numerous well-chosen phrases at them.

The banging persisted. Ketch gave out a low moan and buried his head further into his book. Wryly, Hexyl noted that at the rate this- creature was making dents in his vehicle, it was most likely that he would have to fork out about a quarter of his monthly allowance to get a new car hood.

"Make it stop, make it stop..." He heard Ketch plead to no one in particular, his already low voice muffled by the pages of his book. "Can't go on for too long...""Hexyl told him, in an attempt to cheer up his poor friend.

Besides, how could anyone in their right mind be running about under the almost lethal H2O droplets that were curretntly falling on the car's exterior like hail stones?

Just then, there was an abrupt pause in the banging and barking. For a while, only the sound of falling water droplets on the car filled their ear drums until it was punctuated by a loud squeal sounding like a balloon being deflated, followed by what soundd like a vry large bat flapping its wings. Well, wha sounded like anyway.. Hexyl stuck his pinky in his ear and wiggld it around to clear it of whatever ear wax that might have impaired his hearing.

Like a cliche in every horror flick, Ketch lowered his book just a teeny bit below his nose and asked in a soft voice, "Is it over?" Hexyl just shook his head and stepped on the pedal. "Let's head to my place."he suggested. Crazy stalker fan girls or no, he didn't relish the idea of having to wait out the storm in a strange alley filled with beggar-barker-creatures.

...

The elevator ascended up the block of apartments. In it were Hexyl and Ketch (two of our fine-looking heroes :3 ) and another neighbour in his mid-fourties. Crashes of thunder outside was a muffled sound in the elevator, which was a bit unfortunate for poor Ketch.

"Been raining quite a bit, hasn't it lad?" He asked, trying to make conversation. Hexyl nodded slightly. Ketch spoke up, "I don't like the rain. Bad things always fall from the sky with the rain."

The man appeared slightly disconcerted by his remark. He threw a curious look at Hexyl, but his unspoken question went unheard and unanswered because...

"Avenue Apartments, Top Storey." The mechanical voice droned in the elevator. The doors slid open to allow its "passengers" to exit and proceed to their respective houses. The man walked off, muttuering something about having to bring in his laundry which he had left to sun outside, while the other two turned and walked down the corridor to the extreme left.

..

2006-04-23T18:24:00.001-07:00

...

"Been raining quite a bit, hasn't it lad?" He asked, trying to make conversation. Hexyl nodded slightly. Ketch spoke up, "I don't like the rain. Bad things always fall from the sky with the rain."

The man appeared slightly disconcerted by his remark. He threw a curious look at Hexyl, but his unspoken question went unheard and unanswered because...

..

2006-04-23T18:24:00.000-07:00

...

"Been raining quite a bit, hasn't it lad?" He asked, trying to make conversation. Hexyl nodded slightly. Ketch spoke up, "I don't like the rain. Bad things always fall from the sky with the rain."

The man appeared slightly disconcerted by his remark. He threw a curious look at Hexyl, but his unspoken question went unheard and unanswered because...

Mua! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

2006-04-17T07:44:00.000-07:00

Me here again to rage and frighten the townspeople of... Townsville?

Taa! Daa! I am the great author of Patricia Sprout Owellington, from the city of light in the upper spectrum... I sound familiar right? Mua ha ha ha ha ha..... Sorry I am trying not to wreck things up but in all other cases, trying to make this lengthly thing look a bit more colourful (like real!) mu ha ha ha ha ha.....

Okay..... Here is to add to the ambiguious view of other authors who are still vague in their information of Patricia.

Name: Patricia Sprout Owellington
Age: 44+
Employment: Beggar (in blackwater street)
Nationality: Opal-Zirconian
Status: Very, very poor and pathetic... An unwanted daughter of a prostitue, daughter of a misstress and Opal city... Quite a disgrace to the nation and an irritance of society.
** Just to mention, the beggar who was pounding fists on Hexyl's car is Patricia, but is more commonly named as sprout, reason being: SINCE WHEN DID BEGGARS HAVE SUCH CLASSY NAMES? Okay, sorry if it was offending.
Looks: Quit trying to give her a make over!!! She is fine as it is!!! Generally, if you want to imagine Patricia aka.Sprout, picture a refugee in Africia, yes? Got that, and make sure is a sinful, soulful, malnurished thing that scrambles at the sight of food, with no resources for personal hygenie and such, okay, got that in your head? And she is a skinny shortie, wrinkles and all (44+), and hairstyle... Hm... Imagine someone who does not know how to cut hair places a bowl on your head and cut all way round, missing some strands here and there, and a long standing strand like a question mark on her head. She is an Opallian-Zirconian, so everything about her is not rich yellow, but pale urine yellow... Okay? Get it? Ah yes, she has sores, cuts and scars (in which some are rotting) all around her and basically, her chest caves in.
Character: Everything you can think about a beggar, plus an unwanted daughter of a prostitue. Get it?

Suppose that is all what you folks need to know so far. I will update this soon, okay? Be patient...

2006-04-11T08:02:00.000-07:00

Hexyl's part of the story... by MelQ

The terrible problem was not the bad hair that morning, or the sudden fact that there had been a major downpour in the desert. Hexyl had brought his rain-proof cap, and it served him quite well. The nasty tangle was that he his friend, Ketch had come over from the sheltered forest of Amber. Not that he hated Ketch (cause if he did, he wouldn't have considered Ketch his friend), it was just that Ketch had an abnormally difficult time establishing an appropriate conversation with anyone. The other problem were the bimbos in the university grounds.

"Look! That's Hexyl's friend!" Hexyl had caught one of them squealing behind his back.

There was a chorus of "Oooo..."

"He's so foreign..." someone sighed dreamily. Hexyl wanted to laugh at the retarded statement, but withstrained himself from doing so since Ketch would probably think he had lost his marbles. Ketch wasn't the type who cared what 99% of the population thought about him. He was too wrapped in his own little life which revolved mainly about his own thick paperback novels and tubs of frozen cream. Hexyl didn't know if someone as torpid as Ketch actually cared for girls, but some inference he derived from his friends daily habits was that Ketch's libido was barely cruising above zero.

Anyway, the hoard of girls had been pursuing them for some time and Hexyl was getting rather nervous. At least this time they were chasing Ketch and not him. Not that Ketch was very attractive in any manner (well, no one can really say so because his face is usually hidden behind his book and he rarely exposes it), he was just... well, very foreign. Hexyl planned to scoot before the girls' desperation turned into ambush tactics, and he knew how. There was a particular ghetto in the suburbs of the Onyx where only males could travel with relative safety. It was festering with beggars and nose-picking perverts. Even guys like him had to be aware for the presence of the homosexual... But Hexyl knew that they'd be safe from the girls. There was a decent cafe down some unnamed lane. (You see, he couldn't possibly take Ketch to his house due to the fact the girly squad would realise his address and become the streets daily patrol).

They reached the school gates where Hexyl and Ketch got into the car. The rain was beating the roof in and Ketch wasn't in a good mood. He tended to be more nervous when it rained. Most people in Amber hated rain since there hadn't been rain there for more than a decade. Storms in the desert were the kind that would cause blackouts every ten minutes.

The student jiggled the car key and started the engine, soon they had left the school behind. They sped past wind-battered buildings and colorful umbrellas, bobbing as people struggled against the harsh weather. The glass panals of the lowest level of the shopping centres had distorted shades of spring green, the hue which has gone vouge this season. Ketch for once had set aside his novel and was staring at the windscreen wipers swish an arc across the front of the car. Up ahead, the triple colored glow of foggy traffic lights flashed from green, to amber, to a sickly shade of red.

"You know," he friend suddenly began, "Shamoeth says that the storms may be returning to Amber." Hexyl who had been blasting the music turned it off. He has a policy about giving his fullest and undivided attention to a speaker.

"Is that so?" he frowned. He didn't know what to make out of it. Ketch's literature-inclined brain was swimming with too many metaphors and therefore he often spoke disjointedly. However, since Hexyl had known him for quite a while, he immediatly picked out the message. Rain in Amber was a evil omen. Very evil in fact. The council in Amber had erected a barrier that kept storms or any other "traumatising event which would threaten their tree houses" at bay. The only time in history when it rained in Amber was when the dark expense of Obsidian tried to launch and invasion on the supposedly weak state. However, the village elders had sucessfully detered the aggression and black Obsidian had fallen back swearing curses of revenge.

"Yes," Ketch went on in a monotone, "Some of the Kishan's court came over to discuss the problem. I was just outside the council ring and I heard that the stars have been falling more often. Have you heard that too?"

Hexyl had been to busy to watch the news of late, let alone glance at the headlines of the Onyx Times. This sounded like a serious manner. It occured to him that if what Ketch said was true, he'd probably be enlisted for Zircon's army in a matter of months. He thought about the scrtachy uniform he would have to wear.

"This is bad," he said. "I agree." They lasped into silence and Hexyl became aware of how loud the rain sounded on the metal roof of his vehical. Rain. The Obsidian air-force travelled through towering cumulus nimbus clouds. The emerald lights blazed and Hexyl spun his car around into the T-junction. Ketch peered out of the window.

"What's this place?" he quized pressing his palm against the window. Ketch though not well travelled was more aqquainted with the city than the slums.

"Blackwater street," Hexyl answered, one hand on the wheel. "It's a prettey run down place."

"And why would we come here for?" Ketch frowned.

Why? Hmm... "For the sake of eduction," he replied lamely.

They whizzed by rows of derelict factories and shophouses left in shambles. Paint was peeling off crumbling brick walls and and tempreture was fogging up the already foggy windows nobody had bothered to wipe. The street lamps were on, since the sky was a morbid looking shade of gray, they shone fuzzily through curtains and curtains of raindrops. A few cardboard houses had collasped in the climatic turmoil and their residents were squatting dejectedly by the pavement. Hexyl came to a carpark which was almost empty, save the blue car with punctured tyres and a smashed licence plate. It had been here on his last visit which had been about two years ago.

Hexyl began to reverse the car into a sheltered spot when something darted into the rearveiw mirror. He jerked the bricks only to find an enraged woman pounding her mud-encrusted fists upon the back panal. She was pimply, with a sparse layer of hair and was sporting a grubby rag. She was barking non-stop at them, her voice peppered with a weird accent. Perhaps they had invaded her personal space.

"Who's that?" a terrified Ketch squeaked. Hexyl expelled a disdainful sigh. He had come here to escape from trouble and now...

Beggers could be annoying. He started the engine once more and left the woman coughing in a cloud of exhaust.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Hexyl asked unhappily.

"Her voice," came the reply, "she's a half blood."

To be continued... by the next person of course...
By MelQ

Sticka's first entry

2006-04-07T19:12:00.000-07:00

Note: Good luck to the next person typing.

3 April 4th year of Jo-in-hi, Kishan and Ki-mo-no Kishana

My name is Stika. I live in the beautiful mountian country of Aquamarine. I am the maid of all work. I take of my brother and father and clean up the house. I love cooking and when I have time, I visit the library and talk to the snow leopards who guard it. My life was happy until now. I am gonna murder myself and chop my body into a million pieces.

Sorry, that was wrong. No I'm going to run away! Why? Because I'm going to be force married today. I'm going to be marrying someone in Emerald. My father knows it. So he employed a pro-assasin to make sure I'll be where I'm supposed to be. Her name's Lerayan, all the way from Sappire. She's staying here for a while until I get married which is tomorrow.

There was a thick and unusual mist second and third teir. "It's time. Lerayan's here." said apah (daddy in other words). "This mist is one of her spells. She's your escort, to make sure you don't run away."

He knows. Just then, I saw a shadow on the balcony, obscured because of the fog. There was a knock on the door and apah opened it. At first all I saw was a mass of black brown hair and was shocked. My escort was a furball! An ivory hand was with well menicured long nails parted the curtain of hair. My poor brother was hiding behind apah gwaking. I on the other hand was flabbergasted. But I was quite relieved that it was a pretty face. She was wearing a gray pullover.

"Hmm, you people really know how to keep warm," she remarked.

At first I thought she was going to scratch her tummy, but instead to apahs horror, she pulled the pullover off entirely.

In Aquamarine, we spend eleven out of twelve months wrapped in clothes and terien fur. Lerayan's apparent stripping was unseen, unheard, condoned. Even in baths... What she wore underneath was bare minimum underwear, a wrap around brassier and a pair of trousers! Apah covered my brothers eyes and I covered his.

"Sticka, go get some decent clothes our poor visitor to wear," He obviously thought that Lerayan couldn't afford proper clothing.

Lerayan's serious face twitched a little, "There's no need," she said softly, "where's Sticka's baggage?"

Apah opened one of brother's eyes and pointed to my measely belongings. My brother gasped. Never in his elevn years did he see such... *ahem* womenly glory. I was a little worried for him. His innocence was destroyed even before he got married! But people in Sapphire dress that way since swimming is part and parcel of their daily lives. So we can't blame her.

Lerayan hualed my belonging and walked to the door. "Transport?" she asked with her back facing us.

"You can take Pyro, our pterandon," Apah offered. Just like that I was already on my way to see my prospective husband. Apah might seem cruel but in actual fact, he meant it for my own good.

You see we are actually fugitives on the run. My father was a council member in the Kishan court who met my mother in Opal, during his three year hiatus from work. My mother was a Sapphiran, just exploring the world. They fell in love and got married. Being quite young, they weren't really thinking even when their brains were full of gray matter and were really smart. 'Love conquers all!' a sage once declare and it so happened to conquer their sanity. I mean, Sapphire and Aquamarine were still at odds with each other and banned all intermaggiage between their citizens. In short, my parents were never offically registered under the book of official marriages. They made themselves into fugitives and were always on the run. They ran to all parts on the Spectrum, meeting strange new people and visiting weird places. Once, I think in Zircon, Apah even had a horrific encounter with a weir barking begger (that's what he described her as), with oil wells all over her face that even Gorge Bush (who doesn't exsist in this world) would come down to make use of the resources there. Her name was 'Pa' something. Petrol, Petrolium, Petty? I don't know (and don't really care.)

Anyway, they got active and had my brother and I, somewhere along the colorful way. I even have brief memories of it.

Argh! Focus! Focus! My mother was killed in one of those escapades Apah decided to put his brains (which hadn't been functioning when Ma was around) and landed me here...

Cheryl. Edited by Mel.

Newsflash!: Luanie Monster rages town!!!

2006-04-04T07:34:00.000-07:00

Hello folks!!! I finally got here!!! Mua ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!

Suddenly all the dust seem to have gone after luanie monster's legs swept the whole place up... It tau gay cleaning though. We will need some cooperative people with cloths and pails to wipe dust of this place...

Sorry readers. I am not the actual author so I am sorry I can't use the author's colour....

God, people you must know who I am okay!!! (Wobble)

2006-03-17T06:03:00.000-08:00

Boo! Anyone there? It'd be nice if Sharon could start typing some stuff about our very special hero since Sticka has yet to make an appearance.

Ooodles and oodles of love and slop,
Mel Q

The story begins

2006-03-15T18:15:00.000-08:00

Read the post below first...

All of us face problems.

There used to be a young man who lived somewhere in the desert who had a problem he couldn't resolve. It had begun nineteen years ago when he was still sucking at baby slop and it still plagued him now as a graduate in Zircon. Every two days after washing his hair, he would sit by the mirror with a pair of tweezer, weeding out the greeney in his hair. He wished it would go away, it hurt when he plucked those tendrils out. It also made him look incredibly gay! And each time he passed by someone who was complaining about zits he would think "shame on you to think pimples are bad".

And there was another one...

She used to live in a slum of somesort, till she degraded herself to living in a tent. The reason: She found a new occupation. The occupation: A runaway bride. Usually any sane soul of such poor standing in society would be glad to be married off to such a rich man, even though his hairline was receeding and he smelt like the beach at low tide. Unfortunately our little heroine was distraught and decided that she had better scoot before she ended up being bulldosed in his bed. After all, she planned to get married only once, if not not at all.

And then there's the big picture.

Every speck of light keeps the dark land of Obsidian at bay, every candle glowing on a romantic dinner, every refrigerator blub, every star that twinkles in the night sky. The reason why light is so often celebrated is because it is what the Spectrum runs on. It gives the world color and keeps people from blundering in the darkness.

Now, everybody likes to see shooting stars. Shooting stars are stars which have just returned to the earth to rest. Soon enough (maybe in a century or so) they'd be up in the sky again. After all there are enough stars in the sky to look after the Spectrum.

But in recent time, stars have been falling more and more frequently and have been taking up what seems to be a permanant residence in the world...

Meet our heros and heroines

Upper Spectrum
From Opal, the city of light.
Little is known about elusive Patricia, expect for the fact that she is a 'bastard' child of somesort. She runs about the streets begging (and barking) for money.

From Garnet, the land of dracs and fire
Keeper of the King's dragon stables, Kaena spends her time training and grooming the wyrms. She's a capable fighter who is in cahoots with her pet drac Ruby.

From Amber, the pocket forest
A descendant of wort-rasing healers, Ketchel pursues his studies for some unknown reason. He reads a lot and owns a little retail shop where his sells herbs and spring onions.

From Zircon, the desert oasis
Our hero, Hexyl who faces a hair crisis worse than dandruff or nits. He carries a very special, one of a kind bottle of magical sand about his neck and has a fettish for ice...

Lower Spectrum
From Emerald, the garden metropolis
Tia, other than being a treehugger is also a designer and student who spends her time emptying her waste paper basket full of failed drafts. She lives off a fat bank account and sings alot.

From Aquamarine, the city of stars
The heroine of the story, Sticka was kicked out of school at a young age and was about to be married off to some weirdo. Very capable of frying behinds...

From Sapphire, the mountain caldera (though it isn't really a caldera. It just sounds nice.)
A well known spell user known as Lerayan, well known due to her ass-kicking abilities and her low rate fare charge. (Also well known for her Marie France figure...)

From Amethyst, the valley of magic
Hailing from an ancient line of therugist, Makedo works hard all day building castles in the clouds. He's a happy worker and loves to listen to music.

Ok people. We can start work now. Anybody can post as they wish so if you're in the upper Spectrum please write about Hexyl, if you're in the lower half you know what to do.

Intro

2006-03-15T18:11:00.000-08:00

The poor blog's collecting dust.

True.

The username for logging in is: under-the-echo
And the password is the 'S' word. (Please tell me if you don't know.)
Blogtitle: . (I have to think of a better one. Suggestions pls.)

Anyway, I hope you girls know that the story is going to be revolving about two main characters, one for the upper half and one for the lower half. So all characters from the upper half of the spectrum please gather about your respective erm... tour guides.

Cheerio.
MelQ

Welcome!

2006-01-02T04:31:00.000-08:00

Welcome all the the Spectrum Story site... (we still have to think of a good name for the story).

This is where we'll be posting our parts of the story. So please come to visit often for updates. For all the writers, try to write as often as possible. If one person doesn't write, the story will have to go stagnent. Of course, don't neglect your 'O's so just treat this as a hobby.

Rules? They are all the same as the previous. Err... keep as close to the character's personality as possible. Don't worry about typo errors, as long as we understand what you're saying. Please sign off after every post so we know who wrote it yeah?

Oh and characters can use the little tagboard too.

Anyway, the username to enter this site is: under-the-echo
Password: (I'll tell you in school.)

I'll change the layout from time to time in order of the countries of the spectrum.

Okie. Let's go.

MelQ.

Intro...

2005-12-30T20:02:00.000-08:00

Blog's still kinda under construction. Sharon dear, please help me fill in the links and the tagboard. Find one that matches the picture.