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Post by K on Mar 16, 2009 11:24:43 GMT -5
Oh, well, anyways. The idea for this was loosely based upon a dream I had. It is set in modern times although it is not on Earth as we know it. This world is still called Earth but it is like three times bigger and still has unexplored places. Also, guns are very low tech, swords are the main weapons of protection even though there are televisions and airplanes. In this world is this enchantment or whatever. It makes certain drawing objects such as crayons and pencils into magical three dimensional drawing objects. With said magical drawing device you can draw 3D objects in midair by thinking were you want the lead or colored wax to stay. When you draw an object with its defining lines you then take hold of it and think about what it is made of. You can't make anything out of things that are alive or things that used to be alive. No wood, no leather. Depending on how big of an object you have or how complex the object is depends on how long it takes. It can take anywhere between a second to a half an hour. You can only carry three of these drawing objects on you at one time becuase they are so powerful. No exeptions. It takes a long long time to become good at it becase you have to know the chemical compounds of what you are making and you have to have the concentration to think it into place. There are also black drawing objects. these cannot be drawn into the air, they must be drawn upon something. When it is drawn upon something the user touches the center of what he or she draws and thinks about how deep it should go and it creates holes into objects. it cannot cut through something, through air and then through something else, the object must be solid. One application can cut as deep as. . . . I don't know, about as thick as a door, thicker and you have to do it twice or more. If it touches organic material it will burn like strong acid. Only one can be held at a time, must be kept away from the other kind becuase they cancel eachother out.
Umm I think that is about it. . .
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Post by Itsaki on Mar 17, 2009 12:37:53 GMT -5
Marcus took a pen out of his pocket, quickly shoving back. He pulled another one out, this one blue. He only had one black pen, the object he used to cut through solid objects, but he kept it in his pcket with his other pens, so it got confusing as to which was which. But with his blue pen, he scribbled out a note, then tacked it to his bedroom door. He slipped out of his house quietly. Breathing in the cool night air, he walked down the lamp-lit street. His sword hung at his side, and he kept a hand on its hilt as he walked. He did no more than that, just simply enjoyed the cool night. A breeze stirred his long brown hair, and his bright green-gray eyes shone in the light from the street lamps. He was about five ten, and the black pen in his pocket gave him the ability to cut through solid objects. He just kept walking.
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Post by K on Mar 19, 2009 14:27:31 GMT -5
Kaye was sitting on a curb relaxed and confident. A katana was on his back, a black marker on his left hip, and three colored markers, red, green, and blue, on his right. He had the knowledge to make whatever he needed, which honestly, was nothing. A breeze moved the tips of his long black hair but it didn't move the edges of his real black leather coat which was laying behind him. If he stood it would be just a hairsbreadth above the ground. Nothing was better than enjoying the night, alone. He needed nothing. Not even a companion.
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Post by Itsaki on Mar 20, 2009 9:12:19 GMT -5
Marcus paused, making sure no one was watching. He lifted up a manhole cover, stepping onto the ladder and replacing the cover above him. He stepped down into a large room, full of couches and chairs and oversized TV's and video game systems. A full kitchen was in one corner with gleaming silver surfaces. One tall boy, about seventeen, polished the surfasces needily. Another boy, eighteen, slumped on one couch, watching some porn movie, while three more played some shooter game on a huge TV. Two did a puzzle in one corner while four sat around a huge, round table, a couple writing and a couple doing art. A stereo blasted in one corner, filling the room with rock music. Fortunately, the entire room was soundproofed. A few of the guys looked up at him, but returned to what they were doing. "What, not even a "Hey" anymore?" Marcus said as he came down. "You were just here." the eighteen year old watching porn said. "So? And isn't that stuff slowly rotting your brain? Why not get yourself a real chick?" "Eh, this stuff's more exciting." He replied. "So, what's on the screen?" He asked a quiet kid in a corner with a ton of computer equipment. "Abso-fucking-lutely nothing." He said, frustrated and distraught. "Hey, no worries. How's that blade coming?" Marcus asked him. "I'm, waiting for Alice to get me the specs." "When's she coming?" "Later." Marcus sighed, deciding to slump next to the eighteen year old, Jack, on the couch. "Aren't you afraid this stuff's going to rot your brain?" he asked Marcus as he sat down. "No, I've got a girlfriend, and honestly, this is foreplay compared to what we do." Marcus replied, and a few of the guys laughed. "I'd lock the door." the kid at the computer said. Without giving a second glance, Jack hopped off of the couch and shimmied up the ladder. They heard a scraping of a heavy bolt along the underside of the manhole cover. Jack came back down, closing another door at the base of the tunnel leading into the room, sliding another bolt across, sealing it into place. He picked up a long rod along the wall and floor, opening a small hole in the sealed door. He slid the rod up until he felt it touch the second door, then he twisted it, joining the two doors in an almost unopenable door. "Should we be worried?" Marcus asked. "Probably." the mousy kid said. The kids at the table and on the floor, on the couches, all stiffened, putting away their work. They waited. They all hated the police. That was why they were there.
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Post by K on Apr 2, 2009 7:21:48 GMT -5
It happened quickly.
The police didn't know what they wee trying to make, just that they were hiding something. They could very well be terrorists, psychopaths, assholes in general that wanted to blow things up. By law the police had to do something about it. Even if, in truth, the infraction might just be building on improper premises and tax evasion. Suddenly, twenty police had a little manhole cover sorounded. one ran up and drew five small holes equidistant from eachother around the cover.another placed in explosives. They backed up. When the button was pressed the manhole cover was blown into the air
Kaye heard an explosion and looked around. Damn tax evaders worrying his father again. You would think they would learn that there were laws for a reason, the main one in this point was to stop random crazy people from blowing the world to hell. Even if that wasn't what they were doing, thats what it looked like.
Two police dropped down the hole, guns pointed, blades ready. "Everyone on the floorand hands over your head! NOW!" One of the men shouted. they both were so armored that you could not even tell his mouth was moving.
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Post by Itsaki on Apr 3, 2009 18:22:40 GMT -5
"Shit!" Marcus was on his feet, blade drawn. Jack stook next to him, the long katana in his outstretched hand. The boy at the computer pulled a chip from his computer and swallowed it, they wouldn't get his stuff. The kids at the table didn't have enough time to draw their blades, so they hit the ground, hands over the backs of their heads. Jack's blade never wavered. "Why are you here? Our dues are paid, we have our permits, though we still have one pending. And you blew open our door. Thanks!" he shouted.
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Post by K on Apr 6, 2009 23:18:49 GMT -5
One of the police, his name was James, luaghed. The other just looked menacing. "Bullshit kid. Not even a toddler would fall for that. This is public land, no-one here gets permits except for the government and you aren't working for them. We are the police kid, not some stupid vigilantes.There is no government notice that something is being built for them here." And there wasn't. apart from being very well organized and powerfull the police were also very well informed. They were one of the only people who could cut through all the bearucratic red tape of the government at a moments notice. They earned their power back when schools would be blown up just becuase a kid had been bullied and knew a little chemistry. They kept the world in order, and they still did. "Put the fucken weapon down or I will shoot. By drawing the weapon you have given us the right to use force whether you are here legally or not." James said then he turned his head slightly to his quite companion, still keeping the suspects in his vision though. "Aza, keep an eye on the kid by the computer, he swallowed a compputer chip so they must have something to hide." Aza nodded, but had been doing so already. James looked around glancing at the screen. "At least they have taste in porn." He said quietly to himself.
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Post by Itsaki on Jun 3, 2009 3:52:09 GMT -5
Marcus swore again, plunging his blade into the floor and getting on the ground on his stomach. Beside him, Jack cursed and did the same. The computer kid eyed Aza warily, but remained where he was, though he placed the laptop on the ground beside him. "What the hell do you want with us?" Marcus asked, almost shouting. Behind him, he heard the computer kid move. "J, what's up?" he asked without turning. "Alice is here!" he yelled. The kids under the table became nervous, but excited. The TVs on the wall flickered, then died. The lights wavered, then went out. The room was plunged into darkness. A whisper, a cloak maybe. A sword? Alice put the point of her knife to the police man's neck. "Anyone moves, he dies." She said, her voice like silk.
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