|cover for my newest story that I will attempt (and probably fail) to make into a graphic novel.|
Reset Round 3 EpilogueSomething was different about the park. It seemed more deserted than 18 remembered. The cloth on the game booths and big top tents were faded and tattered. Creeping vines and undergrowth covered everything. All of the rides were in a state of disrepair. What happened here?Reset Round 3 Epilogue by Koceta
18 found Chimera in the game alley, playing a game where the goal was to be the first to fill up a balloon until it breaks via water guns before the other players. She was on a winning streak seeing as she was the only one playing.
“Chimera, I am the victor of round three,” 18 said. “When does the final round start? Who is my opponent?”
Chimera looked at 18 as if she was looking at a ghost.
“Are you saying you finally finished fighting? We can finally get the show back on the road?”
“What do you mean ‘finally finished’? I was up there for no more than five minutes.”
“Maybe from your perspective,” Chimera corrected him, “but for the rest of
Reset Round 3 Part 1 of 318 was tired. No, he was more than tired he was exhausted, fatigued, dead on his talons, but he couldn't rest yet. He had to get somewhere safe first.Reset Round 3 Part 1 of 3 by Koceta
Night had fallen, and the park was illuminated with a soft blue light given off from the moon. The air was as silent as the stars and not a living things stirred. The pied falconet had tuned himself out from the world, walking on autopilot, trying to conserve as much energy as possible until he got back to the Ferris wheel. Back to safety. He was so weary he almost didn't recognize it when he finally reached his destination.
“What… what the heck happened?” he said dumbfounded. The Ferris wheel was broken, a large chunk missing from its side giving the wheel a crescent shape.
“If I told you it was a giant time monster blob and then a portal-creating dragon, would you believe me?” said a familiar voice. Nyx’s human face popped out from the lowest basket. “Because that's what I saw, as weird as it s
Reset Round 2 Part 3 of 318 shot through a diamond shaped gap between the roller coaster’s support beams with Thols hot on his tail.Reset Round 2 Part 3 of 3 by Koceta
The yeti hardly hesitated, punching his own path through the rotted planks. His head whipped around in fury, having lost sight of the bird again.
18 perched in the fork of two slats, high above his adversary’s head. The falconet was pushing his limits. His wings were tired and he could hardly catch his breath, whereas Thols seemed to have doubled in speed in strength. But maybe now that they were in this maze of wood Thols could be slowed down.
He mentally ran through his inventory. The stars and Sais would probably do him little good here, but the smoke pellets…
18 dove from his perch, tore a smoke pellet free from one leg and hurled it at Thols’ feet. The impact with the ground set off a chain of chemical reactions in the capsule, releasing cloudy vapors in a thick fog.
Thols tried to fan the smoke away, coughing and choking on the gas. The tiny assassin
Reset Round 2 Part 2 of 318 glided, his eyes picking up every tiny detail or movement from below. Where had Thols gone?Reset Round 2 Part 2 of 3 by Koceta
18 had made a bee-line straight from the Ferris wheel to where he’d seen the monster last, but by the time he reached the spot, the yeti had vanished.
The falconet didn’t stick around and wait for Thols to come to him. With rapid down strokes he took to the air and began searching. If 18 wanted any chance of winning this round, he had to strike first.
The assassin began his hunt in the game ally, weaving in and out of the booths filled to the rim with stuffed prizes and stalls with rigged challenges. He sailed through the circus tents and big top where strange and exotic creatures preformed death defying acts for crowds of silent shadowy figures in the stands. He flew past the amusement rides, each strangely empty, but dutifully playing their own haunting melodies. 18 searched and searched, but found nothing.
He alighted atop the carousel to rest and think. How on earth could he l
I go by Koceta or GM, and I consider myself a hobbyist writer, animator and artist. I love trying new ways to make art and learning about different mediums, styles and techniques, but only for fun. I am a fan of MLP:FiM, A:TLA and LoK, HTTYD, and the big one; Homestuck. I don't have a facebook, tumblr, twitter, myspace, skype, google plus, msn, or any of that junk. DA is the only place for me. |
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18 was not the kind of bird to come out of sleep gradually. One minute he would be dead to the world, and the next on high alert. In fact, 18 woke up so suddenly that Ro nearly jumped at such a drastic switch. The pied falconet blinked a few times, wide eyed and disoriented. He snapped his head to Ro.
“Why are you here? Who are you?” the assassin demanded.
18 felt his heart speed up in his chest. How long ago did the third round start? How long had the dragon been in here while his guard was down? His mind racing, 18 quickly analyzed the situation. Ro was big. So big in fact, that he took up most of the space in the basket. His wings blocked the windows and his neck and tail we're long enough to strike him easily. It was unlikely he could escape.
As inconspicuously as possible 18 brought himself into a sitting position, subtly flexing his wings to see how they felt. Not once did he take his eyes off the dragon.
“So round three has started?” 18 said to buy himself some time. His whole body was stiff and every muscle ached. He didn't even know where to begin with his feathers.
While he spoke, 18 caught sight of all the bandages on Ro’s wings and relaxed ever so slightly. Maybe the playing field is more level than he thought.
“Why should I tell you?”
“I highly doubt that.”
Ro sighed, trying to keep his patience. He went on;
“What? Who told you that?”
“No! That’s wrong! They’re all wrong!” 18 blurted out without thinking. “Conspiracy threatens my kingdom, and I need to go back to make sure those who wish to harm it never get a chance!”
“Of course! I hail from the glorious Falcon Kingdom and allied Eagles! I am their eighteenth Master Assassin!”
18 was hot with anger, answering too quickly to realize what he was saying.
“To take out birds from the enemy Hawk and Owl Kingdoms, of course! The raptors of my world have been at war for longer than anyone can remember!”
18’s feather’s bristled. A sick, uneasy feeling settled in his stomach and he did not know why.
“Does it matter? It is my privilege and my responsibility to see that the Falcon Kingdom never falls to the talons of terrorists at all costs!”
18’s anger swelled into rage. The rage spiraled into fury and 18 went blind with it. He launched himself into the air, forcing in his stiff muscles to comply.
“You take that back!” 18 dove at the dragon, but Ro was ready.
Ro willed is gravitational field into effect, bending its properties so all things with mass were repelled by him. The air around 18 congealed and thickened. It was like trying to fly through tar. 18’s physical strength was no match for it and the tiny Falcon was forced back.
As Ro’s gravitational shield expanded, so too did the basket; Chimera’s magic finally kicking in at the first signs of an actual fight, and the volume seemed to increase tenfold. 18 begin to fear he would be pushed right out the windows, but no matter how much he struggled he could not break free.
What happened next shocked both competitors. Ro head expected to shove the bird out, but instead 18 impacted thin air is if he’d hit an invisible wall. Ro retracted his field to test the windows with his own hand. Nothing was there, yet he could not reach out. They were trapped in the basket.
With the dragon’s gravitation gone, 18 rebounded for another attack, coming and wide, hoping to sneak up from behind. Ro had not forgotten about him, though. He dodged then spun, trying to whip 18 with his tail. 18 banked and barrel rolled then came around again, but Ro give one mighty down stroke of his wings in the wind forced the falconet to retreat against his will.
Each side returned to a bench and faced each other in stalemate.
18 did not respond. He would not risk getting distracted by his opponent’s words as he calculated his next move.
[My whole planet was destroyed. my entire race obliterated. I understand how it feels to be cast out and alone, to lose what you love] Ro sat down cautiously, equally wary of what 18 might do.
[I searched for decades for any survivors. Anyone who could have possibly escaped. I know that it feels like you're a slave to your fate. Sentenced to be alone forever]
There was silence between them. Ro wasn't sure if his words were getting through to 18, so he decided to move on to the next step in his plan.
[Do you know what a paradox is? In short, a time paradox means that something that has already happened in the past cannot be changed, no matter what you do. History is set in stone and cannot be altered]
“Lies!” 18 dared to say. “That is why we're here! To fix our past!”
“Oh yeah?” 18 sprung in the air and hovered. “If you’re so certain that I can't change my past, then what makes you think you can change yours?”
[I no longer plan to change my past] Ro simply stated.
[If I managed to escape my plant’s demise, then I know others of my kind did as well. If not, then I will go back and make sure some do get away so my species does not go extinct. And I will go with them]
“So you’d be running like a coward.” 18 spat.
“What a waste of Chimera’s prize! While you would rather flee, I'm trying to save an entire kingdom!”
[AND I AM TRYING TO SAVE AN ENTIRE CIVILIZATION!] Ro’s tablet shouted at its maximum volume.
[My wish is for the greater good, and logically this is why I should win! Eighteen, monarchies are inefficient and outdated. If you save it, you will only be prolonging a futile war]
“Take that back! You don't know anything about my kingdom!"
18 flew fast, faster than Ro could follow. He spiraled around the dragon, searching for a weak spot. The falconet pulled away, sailing up and then plummeting into a corkscrew dive, retrieving two throwing stars as he fell. He pulled up centimeters from the basket floor then rushed Ro head on. He threw the stars, but Ro was quick. He brought his wings up as a shield to protect his face and the stars bounced right off. The assassin swooped away.
“Barely. Certainly not enough to make a door big enough for you to go through.”
“I can try. What’s your next plan?”
18 was coming around again. Despite the baskets manipulated size, the area was still too small for anything more than a direct frontal attack. He zoomed in head on, unaware of the air distorting in front of him.
What happened next neither of them understood. 18 had locked on his target, ready to try and attack with his Sais, Jose had set the portals, and Ro stood wide open as bait.
But suddenly 18’s right wing spasmed and froze in mid-air. The sudden lock of his wing yanked the rest of his body so hard he feared he dislocated his shoulder. For one confusing second 18 hung in mid-air by invisible strings. Everyone blinked in surprise. Before 18 or Ro could react, a prickling sensation spread through the falconet’s feathers, radiating from the substitutes Chimera had given him. Then with the lurch, 18 was thrown sideways, jerked around by his wing and screeching in panic.
“Ro, I can't keep the door open any longer,” Jose said. “You’ll have to defeat him some other way. There’s no more power left.”
[No problem. He has lost control. I can win easily now] Ro got up from his seat and moved to the center of the basket. 18 was busy being tossed around like a rag doll. Ro swiped and snapped, and stomped but the bird kept being pulled away just out of his range.
To any outsider, it may have looked like an elaborate dance as the two twisted and parried around each other, but it got real old real quick.
Manipulating his gravity once more, Ro made himself dense, pulling everything towards him. He had to focus hard to override 18’s fitful flying.
18 was sucked in and hit Ro in the chest with such force that whatever spell was on his wings was broken. He fell to the ground right between the dragon feet.
[Hey!] Ro shouted. The dragon twisted and stretched with his arms and neck, but could not reach the falconet. His wings were in the way. He tried to smack 18 against his back with his tail, but 18 dodged, swinging from tufts of blue hair while Ro fought to maintain balance.
“His one blind spot,” 18 realized. If he wanted to win, he’d have to defeat Ro from here, and now before the dragon decided to crush him against a wall.
“You may not be a bird, but you still have wings!” 18 shimmied up the length of Ro’s spine, right between his shoulder blades. He readied his Sais. “Let’s see if yours works the same as mine!”
18 plunged a sai into the dragon’s skin, one on each side of the backbone right where the nerve cord would be for bird wings. He twisted them like levers, desperate to inflict as much damage as possible.
Ro’s tablet let out non-human sounds, and 18 could only assume that it was how it translated pain. The dragon threw his head back, his wings stiffened and then went limp at his sides. Ro fell to his hands and knees from a sudden lack of balance. 18 pulled out his weapons then flew back to the bench. The two were eye level now and Ro looked at him in horror.
“I severed the nerves in your wings. You will never fly or run away like a coward again.”
Ro couldn’t stop his forward momentum, however, and his head was shoved right through the window. The invisible walls were gone and the basket was back to its original size. The round was over. Ro twisted and pulled, but he was more stuck this time than before because now his tablet was in the way. Seeing that Ro was incapacitated, 18 landed on the ledge next to him.
“Be thankful I decided to spare your life. All of the competitors here simply want to use the prize for your own gain.”
[If you think everyone here is only trying to get that prize for themselves, then you are terribly ignorant. Just ask around and you will find that you're grossly mistaken. Not everyone here is as selfish as you think]
“I am not listening to you. You are a coward and a liar. I will go back in time, I will fix my mistakes, and it will be possible to change the past!”
“I don't care about anyone else here! I don't care about you or your race! I just care about my kingdom!”
“Shut up,” 18 hissed, and out of pure spite he bit the latch on Ro’s collar, unbuckling the tablet from his neck. Ro’s stomach flip-flopped as he watched the tablet fall from the top of the Ferris wheel. Time seemed to slow, and maybe it did, as the machinery plummeted towards Earth and shattered on the ground.
“Now no one can hear your lies again.”
Leaving Ro stranded and stuck, 18 leapt from the Ferris wheel and flew off in search of Chimera to claim his spot in the final round.
|BASIC TUTORIALS AND REFERENCES|
Basic Human Figure Proportions: www.realcolorwheel.com/human.h… (this one also helps with color techniques)
(I'm too lazy to specify what each link is right now, so it's just a link dump)
Gesture Drawing Script 1 (humans only): www.quickposes.com/pages/timed
Gesture Drawing Script 2 (Humans, Horses, Big Cats): lovecastle.org/draw/
Gesture Drawing Script 3 (Humans and a Variety of Animals): www.pixelovely.com/gesture/ind…