ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ“It is over,” they say. “Give it to me. You deserve a swift death for your pains.”
Who cares. Attempt resuscitation.“Come on, then,” he says. “It's time to go home.”
There is steel beneath his cheer. As he sees it, you have no choice
For watching the whole thing and not helping (I'm not sure if Mr. Stone would be very pleased with that)“What's that for?”
Placement and impact and stuff. Awesome. Touching.I CAN TEACH YOU, they continue, IF YOU WILL TEACH ME
Sure. I haven't done much real response during this story, so I'm happy to take questions for a while before the thread locks.I recall someone else had asked about something along the lines of a debriefing... before somebody locks the thread a la Petroleum I have some questions.
She was always going to be an exhibit in the middle of Scourston, and I thought I might have her break out at some point -- hence why I started early with the Charizard references and the burnt-down city. But it only occurred to me that you could free her and ride her off into the sunset when I sat down to write the bit where you try to get away from your pursuers in Scourston. And, well, once you have an idea like that, you don't give it up. It was actually very convenient, in the end. It gave our hero a way of covering vast distances very quickly, and made the Mega Evolution plotline much smoother. You didn't have to go hunting for an Aggron or a Blastoise.1. Was Charlie likely going to be a thing at first? Or was it like most of the other characters (Rosalind et al)?
Nope, I think you got most of it, except for the 'side with Zavarat' content. If you'd done that, you'd have explained what was going on to her, taken control of the Requiem with Adam and broken into Stone's facility in the Sinklands to get yourself a Mega Stone and a Pokémon. Dirge would have caught up with you as you were engaging hs.ang's forces, and he and Zavarat would have both been destroyed by the requiem breach, leaving you alone to fight hs.ang. In the end, the High Lover would have pointed you in Charlie's direction, and you would have been briefly torn between chasing the weakened Stone or going east into the unknown before deciding that the people of the frontier still need you. You would have found your true voice fighting hs.ang, as in this version. The coda would have shown you and Charlie flying west.2. Any pre-planned (i.e. Zavarat) content we missed? I thought she was another bad guy...
Thank you for reading and responding.Great story, thanks for writing!!!
Thanks! I got them mostly by taking an idea I've been thinking about a lot lately -- that consciously or not, even the most rational of us creates 'mythologies' with the help of which we navigate and create meaning in the world -- and making it literal. The Golden literally made their god-idol by creating meaning to fill a harsh and essentially meaningless world. From there, the idea of them as agents of alteration, of making things out of thought and more tangible things, came. Hence twisturne, bone-charms, qhamri. Thematically, all of these objects tie into their philosophy of making meaning out of the world they live in. They literally make their temple guardians (the hawks-of-heart's-desire) out of the fabric of the wasteland, for instance. It's sort of why I kept writing about the desert as some kind of living creature in itself, about aspects of it that seemed to convey meaning, and about the hero's misunderstanding of its magic as a trick that brings something from nothing. In reality, the desert is animated and given meaning by those who live in and think about it: it's marked by centuries of topsy-turvy Golden theology.Wow what a ride. Thanks a lot Cutlerine for this amazing story.
How did you get the ideas for the Kadabra culture? I was truly amazed by that.
It's easier to say who they could be ...1. Who is 'you', really? What's the protagonist's past? It was always hinted and touched upon, but never delved into properly.
This is set in the 1860s. It isn't part of the same universe as my other stories. I was going to make it so, but I wanted to develop the Abra family in a different and frankly better way than I did before. That means that this and those stories are probably quite inconsistent when it comes to how Kadabra and Alakazam work.2. This is set a century or two before your other 'modern day' stories, right? Assuming they're all in some sort of shared Cutlerine-verse?
I haven't stopped writing original fiction. I do it alongside fanfic, because apparently I don't know when enough is enough. I'm currently working on some short story collections and editing a novel, but you can expect to see a new and more conventionally novelistic fic from me sometime in the next few weeks, assuming I find the time to write it. We'll be leaping about six hundred years forward in time from 1860, to the startling city of Tethys and the Museum of the Forgotten. There will be ghosts, philosophy, water, monsters, tyranny, pirates, water, mystery, ancient abominations, modern abominations, water, and water.3. What's next? Will we can see something new anytime soon? Or are you working on getting something original published (because I remember seeing you mention something like that, somewhere, once, but I haven't a clue where)?
Well. That's quite the image. And I'm sure it just sounded lovely as all get-out, too.Hs.ang glares at their right hand, bent out of shape, and an eerie force makes their fur shiver, pressing bones back together beneath the skin. They could do it faster than this, you know, but they are making a point – showing you what they can do, how they can hold themself together through pain and wound. With a grotesque slowness, they flex the broken hand, and summon their knife back into it.
skjdfds SEE ABOVEThe bones of hs.ang's hand pop out through the skin and blood begins to stream from the wound on their arm. They jab their knife into you, sticking it deep in your shoulder – and it hurts, yes, but the force is much less than before. There is only muscle behind that blow.
Awww. Poor biobirdbotthing.Your eye falls on qhamri – a sad bundle of black feathers and bleached bones now, utterly motionless. It seems much smaller than before.
Awwwwww... for now.You see the great orange shape, still and silent, and close your eyes.
Charlie opens her eyes.
She is home.
And so are you.
A leg attaches itself to qhamri's body with a click, and with a sudden rustle of feathers, it rights itself.
“I am well,” it says, with the slightest hint of surprise. Then, noting the Lover's presence: “And we have succeeded.”
And it's over. Good ride (If sometimes a little confusing before more information was revealed), and a good place for it to finish.
All the questions I had were wrapped up in the story, so I'll just take the opportunity to say thanks for the trip. I'll be looking forward to whatever you write next.
Thank you and thank you! I hope the confusion you experienced, scizorstrike, added to the experience -- this was meant to be a world that you figured out the rules to as you went along, rather than trying to understand everything in one go. If I didn't manage that quite right, well, I suppose I'll just have to try again next time.I'm very glad I chose to read this. ****, even if it hadn't revolved around one of my favorite pokémon species ever, I enjoyed the setting and the element of reader participation enough that I think this would've made it onto my favorites list regardless. Thanks for sharing this story. It's been great.