Weasel Overlord
2nd February 2008, 04:39 PM
Some people may remember Sirius and Adair from one of my other one-shots, One Bad Week (http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/showthread.php?t=16463). They're back! We had an assignment in Creative Writing that had to be entirely dialogue apart from a couple of paragraphs, and we weren't allowed to use conversation markers (like he said, she said, etc.). Since I'd ideally like to get as much Sirius and Adair stuff as I can into my portfolio, any feedback would be immensely valuable to me. Thankya!
Oh, the story behind this is Sirius and Adair's first meeting. They're trying to out-brag each other, in case anyone's wondering. And no, none of the stories they tell are actually true, lol! They're a pair of massive liars.
A Brief Exercise in Braggadocio
Sirius fir Sterrl de Famfræn has a set of very strange ideas about piracy. Mainly, that it is an honourable profession, and that sky pirates and swashbucklers are simply the damned coolest buccaneers to roam the fair skies of Telone.
At the ripe age of eighteen, he loses no time at all after purchasing his very own airship, the Wolfstar, in extolling the virtues of his new life, his airship and his manhood to all and sundry; to anyone who will listen and not to mention to passers-by, and to those who had just stepped in the Sandsea for a quiet drink on a Friday night.
The first person he irritates does nothing but depart to a different side of the room, and the second merely leaves, slamming the door behind him. But it is with the third that we are concerned - one Adair Stroud, whose normally extensive temper has worn very thin indeed.
“Excuse me?”
“Hmm?”
“You just spilled your entire pint down my clean shirt!”
“Oh my good man, I apologise! I expect you can easily replace such bad quality silk though, yes?”
“Bad quality? I’ll have you know I am a hardened criminal!”
“Is that right? Well, even hardened criminals should take care of their appearance; and, frankly sir, yours leaves something to be desired. That dirty colour of your trousers…why, it’s more befitting of a pig farmer than a hardened criminal.”
“Oho, pig farmer is it? And just who do you think you are?”
“I, sir, am Sirius fir Sterrl de Famfræn!”
“Ah, the disinherited son! I’ve heard about you.”
“Have you now? And just what have you heard, Mr. Hardened Criminal?”
“That you’re nothing but a stuck up rich boy run away from home who steals money from his doting parents in order to grub around with the commoners on the docks. Least, that’s what I’ve heard.”
“Oh, that’s not true at all! I’m actually a murderer.”
“A murderer, you say? How scandalous!”
“Indeed! It was my mother, you know. And then father saw, and the whole sorry mess got rather out of control.”
“I know how it goes Sirius my man. Only last week I was escaping from a bank, my sword between my teeth and nothing but a sack of gil and a belt protecting my nethers, on the run from the law who were stupid enough to get in my way. The bodies didn’t half make a mess, I tell you.”
“I sympathise my good man. I completely sympathise. I had to enlist the help of at least seven servants to help me get rid of the evidence, and then I had to kill them as well! It’s like a never-ending cycle!”
“True, too true. In fact, I remember the time when I crash-landed a supply-airship into a highly populated village - must have killed at least seventy, now that was an affair.”
“I expect it was. After I’d got rid of the servants who helped me get rid of the first lot of evidence, I just had to find a way to get rid of the new lot of evidence and it all became rather a lot to handle on my own, but a man must improvise with what he has to hand, and regrettably, all I had to hand was a couple of chaos bombs and a Caldera launcher. The explosions were quite pretty, I’ll give you that.”
“You know, I think I may have seen them when I was high-tailing it down a rope from the law. They sure are persistent, you know. Although…I suppose when you’ve just swindled the chief senator of Telone, shagged his women, stolen his gil and killed his favourite minstrel, they kinda have to be. In fact…I really shouldn’t be in a public place right now…”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, I only ran in here to get away from the law…”
“Oh, excellent! I could use a man like you! What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t, but it’s Stroud. Adair Stroud. Oh shit! I think we’d better scarper, Sirius my man!”
Adair is shocked but not really very surprised to see a pair of Senatorial Guard complete with gleaming breastplates elbowing their way through the crowd in the Sandsea with very determined looks upon their faces. He grabs Sirius by the arm and sets off running.
“What do you say to a job aboard my airship? I’ll split any loot seventy-thirty? Not to mention it’s a quick getaway for such a hardened criminal as yourself!”
“Sixty-forty! And I get any women we happen to pillage on the way!”
“Sixty-forty and you get any women after I’ve chosen mine!”
“Sounds like a deal! Now let’s get the hell out of here captain!”
Oh, the story behind this is Sirius and Adair's first meeting. They're trying to out-brag each other, in case anyone's wondering. And no, none of the stories they tell are actually true, lol! They're a pair of massive liars.
A Brief Exercise in Braggadocio
Sirius fir Sterrl de Famfræn has a set of very strange ideas about piracy. Mainly, that it is an honourable profession, and that sky pirates and swashbucklers are simply the damned coolest buccaneers to roam the fair skies of Telone.
At the ripe age of eighteen, he loses no time at all after purchasing his very own airship, the Wolfstar, in extolling the virtues of his new life, his airship and his manhood to all and sundry; to anyone who will listen and not to mention to passers-by, and to those who had just stepped in the Sandsea for a quiet drink on a Friday night.
The first person he irritates does nothing but depart to a different side of the room, and the second merely leaves, slamming the door behind him. But it is with the third that we are concerned - one Adair Stroud, whose normally extensive temper has worn very thin indeed.
“Excuse me?”
“Hmm?”
“You just spilled your entire pint down my clean shirt!”
“Oh my good man, I apologise! I expect you can easily replace such bad quality silk though, yes?”
“Bad quality? I’ll have you know I am a hardened criminal!”
“Is that right? Well, even hardened criminals should take care of their appearance; and, frankly sir, yours leaves something to be desired. That dirty colour of your trousers…why, it’s more befitting of a pig farmer than a hardened criminal.”
“Oho, pig farmer is it? And just who do you think you are?”
“I, sir, am Sirius fir Sterrl de Famfræn!”
“Ah, the disinherited son! I’ve heard about you.”
“Have you now? And just what have you heard, Mr. Hardened Criminal?”
“That you’re nothing but a stuck up rich boy run away from home who steals money from his doting parents in order to grub around with the commoners on the docks. Least, that’s what I’ve heard.”
“Oh, that’s not true at all! I’m actually a murderer.”
“A murderer, you say? How scandalous!”
“Indeed! It was my mother, you know. And then father saw, and the whole sorry mess got rather out of control.”
“I know how it goes Sirius my man. Only last week I was escaping from a bank, my sword between my teeth and nothing but a sack of gil and a belt protecting my nethers, on the run from the law who were stupid enough to get in my way. The bodies didn’t half make a mess, I tell you.”
“I sympathise my good man. I completely sympathise. I had to enlist the help of at least seven servants to help me get rid of the evidence, and then I had to kill them as well! It’s like a never-ending cycle!”
“True, too true. In fact, I remember the time when I crash-landed a supply-airship into a highly populated village - must have killed at least seventy, now that was an affair.”
“I expect it was. After I’d got rid of the servants who helped me get rid of the first lot of evidence, I just had to find a way to get rid of the new lot of evidence and it all became rather a lot to handle on my own, but a man must improvise with what he has to hand, and regrettably, all I had to hand was a couple of chaos bombs and a Caldera launcher. The explosions were quite pretty, I’ll give you that.”
“You know, I think I may have seen them when I was high-tailing it down a rope from the law. They sure are persistent, you know. Although…I suppose when you’ve just swindled the chief senator of Telone, shagged his women, stolen his gil and killed his favourite minstrel, they kinda have to be. In fact…I really shouldn’t be in a public place right now…”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, I only ran in here to get away from the law…”
“Oh, excellent! I could use a man like you! What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t, but it’s Stroud. Adair Stroud. Oh shit! I think we’d better scarper, Sirius my man!”
Adair is shocked but not really very surprised to see a pair of Senatorial Guard complete with gleaming breastplates elbowing their way through the crowd in the Sandsea with very determined looks upon their faces. He grabs Sirius by the arm and sets off running.
“What do you say to a job aboard my airship? I’ll split any loot seventy-thirty? Not to mention it’s a quick getaway for such a hardened criminal as yourself!”
“Sixty-forty! And I get any women we happen to pillage on the way!”
“Sixty-forty and you get any women after I’ve chosen mine!”
“Sounds like a deal! Now let’s get the hell out of here captain!”