VT's OOC proposals (for those interested)

[VampiricTouch]

So after a recent hiatus that was projected to last 3 months, I came to the conclusion that I am addicted to Lit and incapable of leaving this little haven of literature. So after about 2 weeks of not writing (and all the miserable withdrawals of wanting to write but not...) I am back. As much as I enjoy writing immediate responses to threads, I can no longer afford that sort of a time sink in my schedule. However, I will strive to post at least once a week if not twice. I do not write on weekends. I will vanish offline from Friday night till Sunday afternoon (PST).

I am following Alana_'s example of making an OOC thread to keep track of ideas along with a brief set of what I am okay with writing. So... here goes -

Generally I write from 3 paragraphs and up depending on the situation at hand as well as how much I'm given to work with. I would appreciate the same in return. Many times I feel really inexperienced in just about everything, and therefore prefer to write in a fantasy setting where what one can imagine becomes the fictional reality.

In terms of sexual situations, I hope to stay away from the extreme (i.e. scat and the like). Certain things like humiliation, anal... and other things I can't think of at the moment, will vary from thread to thread. Those are extremely character dependent and at times I will be okay with it occurring in one story line but not another.

I like to write tragedy. So be prepared that when writing with me... if you allow me the free run of events... things will not end well (if I'm successful that is). I seem to have problems doing the slow romance game even though I do enjoy reading and attempting it.

Taking control of other characters - In general, I won't do this. If I need to take control of your character whether in a dialog or in a situation that would be best under immediate reaction time, I will try to play out the scene over messenger and re-edit it as a single post. I think this best preserves the flow of tension as opposed to making a reader re-read the questions, or guess what the questions were. If for some reason you need to take control of my character, feel free to do so... as long as it is within the reason of what my character would do. Of course, please keep in mind that should you do so, I reserve the right to request to edit if I think my character would not react in such a way.

All in all, I like having a good story with lots of tension. If things roll out in a way where sex is an integral part, than by all means it will roll that way. In the same way, there have been times where sex won't show up until the third page or not occur at all, in which case I would not force it.

Below are several ideas I've been sitting on. Of course, a lot of them are incomplete and will probably never go into play. At the moment I can only handle so many threads, so even though a thread idea is open, it might not go into play simply from the standpoint that I am not capable of handling it. This is, in many ways, notes for my reference as well as for those who are interested to build upon.

If you are interested in writing anything you see below, please PM me with the following -
1. A description of what you're interesting in playing
2. Which direction you (would like to) see the story go
3. A thread (or several) that you are proud of and would like to use as a writing sample for a background check.

Of course since I'm asking for writing sample, it's only fair that I provide my own. If you would like to do a background check on my work, I would suggest the following :

The slightly better balance of story and sex:
Scarlet Spring
Corruption

The more sex than story:
Forging the Chains

(disclaimer... I'm not very 'original' most of the ideas you see - if not all - are taken from somewhere, whether it be novel, anime and or manga with varying degrees of modification. )

[VampiricTouch]

An Academy claims to be cultivating elite students that excel at learning. It's students are indoctrinated to believe that they are in an accelerated program designed to suit their learning abilities.

What the students don't know is that they are merely test subjects for medicine. The Academy was originally government run and medicine was a very insignificant part of it. Its purpose was to find a means of educating students so that learning could be accelerated. After some time, the endeavor faded and the whole setup was sold to a private pharmaceutical company specializing in neurological medicine.

The medicine they are testing enhances certain memories and makes others insignificant to the point of being quickly forgotten. Consistently across all students is that their academic retention of certain subjects is extremely high. However their memories regarding social life is drastically diminished, so much so that it's difficult to remember who is in a class. If a student isn't seen for a day or two, the rest of the class will forget ever meeting the student. The physical side effects of the medicine varies from person to person. They range anywhere from chronic migraines to colorblindness, to anemia.

The Academy is completely isolated from the outside world. One side is a forest and the other is a cliff overlooking the sea. The students themselves have very little understanding
of the real world. They know only what is written in books and taught to them by the staff. In this environment, they are completely protected and secure. They have no worries of food, shelter, money... and they will be taken cared of for the rest of their lives... that is if the side effects don't kill them (which they generally don't)

After a certain amount of time, the students 'graduate' and are incorporated into the outside world, where each student is given a job (generally within the company), an identity and a paper trail of background. The result is a puppet that is happy with the place they have in life simply because they don't know anything else.

Frequently asked questions:
Where do these students come from?
These students are from abandoned children. Taken from birth from mothers who have no means of caring for the child, who don't want the child etc...These babies are recorded as stillborn and taken to the academy. There is no record of them. The Academy has an adoption agency as a front and they use that to help build the background of a student once a student is 'enrolled'. Their "parents" are fabricated entities, or actual staff, thus creating the paper trail for when they graduate. However, this background is only linked to the student after they graduate. If the student escapes prior, they will have no identity in the real world.

Do the students know that there is an outside world? Don't they wonder about the outside world?
The students know that an outside world exist, but no real knowledge about the world other than what they are able to learn from books. Some time or another the question probably has occurred to them that there is something abnormal about the Academy, however the question is quickly forgotten. (Sort of like... you can be 'bothered' by something, but when after a while you can't remember quite why you're bothered by it, it's hard to focus on the feeling of being bothered.)

What does the corporation gain from this? What is the aim of the medication?
The corporation's goal is to enhance specific memory. To be able to target specific 'genres' of memory and enhance its retention. Such a drug, when perfected and provided as commercial use, could be given to students to learn faster, prescribed to the old to slow the affects of Alzheimers... and it even has potential in the black market since an overdose can leave a victim wiped clean of memories, a blank slate open to suggestion and manipulation.

What is this medicine?
Exaphertel (the abbreviated name of the chemical compound) targets the memory region of the brain where memories are retained for 'core interests'. It does so at the cost of memory retention in the remain areas of the brain by forcing the biochemical balace to shift to the focus area, enabling synaptic coupling to occur more efficiently, and remain for longer durations. With a high dosage, along with a secondary drug, the entire memory region can be reset, scrambling the synaptic connections to the point where there are no conscious cognitive memories.

What happens if someone manages to escape? Not all students will react the same way to the medicine and there has to be a bright kid somewhere who 'figures it out'?
That's what I want to try playing here. I want to see what happens if a student escapes from the Academy. If you're interested in playing in this setting, please PM.
I also need a name for the Academy, and the corporation (as well as the entire thread title altogether) so if you have ideas for that please please let me know.



(Disclaimer - setting taken from some manga somewhere. Also, Marauder13 takes the credit of naming the medicine and it's effects.)

[VampiricTouch]

The writer working on this thread with me has left Lit. This idea is officially open again.

For as long as anyone can remember, yoma have terrorized the human race with human inner organs being their main diet. In terms of speed strength and healing, they are superior to the average human. In addition to that, is when a yoma has consumed an entire human, they can change their appearance to look like the one they consumed as well as retain the person's memory.

In an attempt to fight back, an organization appeared to find some means of sensing and killing yoma. The solution they came up with was to combine human and monster. This process starts at a young age, most of the people involved were orphans picked up off the streets and having the flesh of other monsters in-grafted into their body (the subject becomes sterile after wards). No one is a willing test subject. After the body adjusts and the person can battle the internal struggle to contain the monster, they lose their original eye color and hair color. Whatever it is fades into a light blonde and eyes become silver - commonly termed, silver eyed witches. They retain a portion of the strength, speed and healing depending upon the person, how much training they put in and how much of their yoma energy they draw upon. More importantly, they can sense yoma.

These silver eyed witches do not have the same hunger pangs like yoma, however, they are in constant internal battle where the human conscious is keeping the monster inside in check. If one draws too much on the yoma half or if they are too badly injured to maintain a firm hold upon it, the person 'Awakens'. An Awakened is several times stronger than the average yoma, probably because they were originally trained warriors so they retain the basic instinct of defense and offense. Once a person 'awakens' there is no turning back after that.

Originally the organization experimented with men and women, however they quickly found out that the awakening is euphoric. For unknown reasons, men were more likely to fall into the desire for more power and be tempted by the euphoria that swamps the reasoning of their own consciousness. Therefore they stopped experimenting on men, and continued the experimentation with only women.

From a young age, they are trained with the sword, specifically a claymore. All of them are assigned a claymore with a simple unique emblem upon it. A sword can be thus linked to its owner. The other name they are dubbed is Claymore. After a certain amount of time after in-grafting, the Claymore will stop aging. They are either killed or they awaken. Each Claymore knows her own limits and when they've drawn close to the point where they can no longer contain the monster inside, most wish to die human and will request someone to kill them while they can still maintain their humanity.

Claymores are divided into offensive and defensive types. If a Claymore goes into battle with the underlying thought of 'I want to kill my opponent', they usually become an offensive type, in which attack power is much higher and explosive. However, their healing, specifically regeneration is much slower and limited. With a lot of struggling and high concentration, they can reattach a lost limb only if it is a fresh wound, however they will not be able to regenerate the limb. If a Claymore goes into battle with the underlying thought of 'I want to survive', they usually develop into a defensive type, in where they are better at yoma manipulation, sensing and their attack power is lower. They are able to regenerate a lost limb at the cost of a lot of energy and concentration (but hell they can regenerate it.)

After training, Claymores were then sent out on missions to kill yoma that had been plaguing villages. Had the organization done this out of charity, the public might have been more accepting of these witches, but with each yoma extermination, the village is forced to pay highly for the service, a payment they could barely afford to begin with.

There are three cases in which the organization will outright execute a Claymore. If the Claymore deserts the organization, others will be sent to hunt them down. If a Claymore is near awakening, they will also be killed, hopefully before awakening. (Of course if the Claymore is not killed in time, the awakened will have to be hunted) Finally, there is a rule within the organization - Claymores are not allowed to kill humans. This is regardless of how deserving of death the human is. If they do kill, the Claymore will be hunted. Outside of these three cases, if a Claymore proves to be problematic in any way, the organization will dispose of them indirectly by continuously sending them on missions that are harder than their capabilities. (of course if the Claymore is strong, they might not die this way)

I'm thinking of playing during the time when the organization has just decided to stop experimenting on men. Therefore there should be a few male Claymores still in existence and are slowly being indirectly disposed of. (Just so I don't have to write a girl on girl scene here)


(aside - background and setting taken from the manga (and anime) Claymore )

[DarkEmpress]

It is awesome to have you back VT

If you are looking for a very talented writer who can hold her own and challenge your writing capabilities, then look no further

[VampiricTouch]

A year ago, a group of sex offenders had been kidnapping women and raping them while filming the act for an online audience. A website had been setup to stream the video for clients that had paid a premium. A year ago, the group was apprehended. Even after the police took them into custody, the trauma wrought upon her was irrevocable. Despite all efforts to help her, she committed suicide two months later with both her wrists cut.

A year later, a series of deaths have occurred. Originally they were classified as suicide as the bodies were found seated in front of their home computer with their wrists cut. However with the uncanny resemblance in their deaths, and most of all, the same website in which they all die in front of, the authorities are pressed to admit that they have a serial murderer, a spider on the web, in their hands.

Just who is this phantom on the net, this spider spinning its web? Could it be the girl's ghost having yet to move on? Or... is it a relative seeking vengeance as s/he hunts down those clients that had witnessed the girl's rape and watched it as entertainment?

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Important - This is not a request for cowriter, this is a request for another pair to 'write' this story. I know my abilities and I know that I am not able to write a detective/cop/murder story.

What I have there is the background. I'm thinking the leading characters would be the detective, the murderer and probably a journalist as the case is slowly unraveled... and the detective finds out that the murderer is someone she knows... and possibly loves?

If you (and a friend) are interested in writing this thread and would like some more details outside of what I've provided here (such as who the murderer is), send me a PM and let me know.

If you are interested in writing the female detective and need a male counterpart to your tune, send Marauder13 a PM as I recall he was interested in writing the story.

[VampiricTouch]

Nature Never Nurtures. Here is the IC thread, in play with KittenofDeath

The deer was wild eyed with panic, knowing that it's death was coming as the waning moon delineated the shadowy forms that closed in on its side. Onyxia and Ebony were flanking their prey, teeth bared to wound it every chance they got, waiting for the opportunity for their prey to lose it's rapidly diminishing stamina. She followed their lead, her crude spear slashing each time she caught up enough to do so... it wouldn't be long now, not with the blood loss and pressure the pack was inflicting upon it. She could see the deer's eyes roll white with fear, its steps faltering in time for Ebony to leap for it's throat with a growl... The deer stumbled and finally fell as it's life left with the crimson blood that covered the ground.

The pack closed in around the fallen deer, panting with satisfaction at their joined kill as Ebony threw his head back with a triumphant howl. She dropped to her knees and with the rest of her family, joined the hunt song. The sound of their voices lifting up through the trees, proudly announcing their kill and reveling in their success.

They returned to their den, bringing Silvermane and the litter their share of the venison. Ebony strutted forward to his mate, affectionate as he settled down beside her. In the far corner of their den was a small fire Ebony had gotten accustomed to. He watched the the two legger bring her share of their meal to the fire. The two legger was odd, she seemed to have a persistent desire for her kills smoked in the fire. For as long as he could remember, even when he was a pup, she was allowed the fire, if only so that she'd eat her meals. He had long since accepted the difference of she-who-was-pack, her strange ways, strange looks, even the oddity that she required other skins to keep warm as opposed to depending on her own fur. But considering that she only had fur growing from her head... it was no wonder she got cold.

She turned to her leader, now satiated with the venison in her belly, and slowly edged towards Ebony in submission on all fours. With a wolfish grin, she flattened her body to diminish herself as she tilted her head up to lick the edge of Ebony's muzzle and softly whimpered her thanks. She saw Silvermane lift her head at her approach and with her thanks voiced, she carefully backed away so as to not incur the alpha female's wrath. She curled up amongst the pack, the smell of her family lulling her to sleep as false dawn gently blanketed them in their slumber.

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This is a brief glimpse of the character played. It would be interesting to play out as once she's found there will be a language barrier. But all in all there are lots of possibilities that can occur.

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Dee, thank you very much for your warm welcome~! I will hold you to your offer if I need a female counterpart in any story I write!

[Tio_Narratore]

I'd be pleased to start another with you, VT...though I can only promise one or two posts a week. Your detective idea is a possibility, and I'd be willing to discuss anything else with you.

[kittenofdeath]

Originally Posted by VampiricTouch

The deer was wild eyed with panic, knowing that it's death was coming as the waning moon delineated the shadowy forms that closed in on its side. Onyxia and Ebony were flanking their prey, teeth bared to wound it every chance they got, waiting for the opportunity for their prey to lose it's rapidly diminishing stamina. She followed their lead, her crude spear slashing each time she caught up enough to do so... it wouldn't be long now, not with the blood loss and pressure the pack was inflicting upon it. She could see the deer's eyes roll white with fear, its steps faltering in time for Ebony to leap for it's throat with a growl... The deer stumbled and finally fell as it's life left with the crimson blood that covered the ground.

The pack closed in around the fallen deer, panting with satisfaction at their joined kill as Ebony threw his head back with a triumphant howl. She dropped to her knees and with the rest of her family, joined the hunt song. The sound of their voices lifting up through the trees, proudly announcing their kill and reveling in their success.

They returned to their den, bringing Silvermane and the litter their share of the venison. Ebony strutted forward to his mate, affectionate as he settled down beside her. In the far corner of their den was a small fire Ebony had gotten accustomed to. He watched the the two legger bring her share of their meal to the fire. The two legger was odd, she seemed to have a persistent desire for her kills smoked in the fire. For as long as he could remember, even when he was a pup, she was allowed the fire, if only so that she'd eat her meals. He had long since accepted the difference of she-who-was-pack, her strange ways, strange looks, even the oddity that she required other skins to keep warm as opposed to depending on her own fur. But considering that she only had fur growing from her head... it was no wonder she got cold.

She turned to her leader, now satiated with the venison in her belly, and slowly edged towards Ebony in submission on all fours. With a wolfish grin, she flattened her body to diminish herself as she tilted her head up to lick the edge of Ebony's muzzle and softly whimpered her thanks. She saw Silvermane lift her head at her approach and with her thanks voiced, she carefully backed away so as to not incur the alpha female's wrath. She curled up amongst the pack, the smell of her family lulling her to sleep as false dawn gently blanketed them in their slumber.

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This is a brief glimpse of the character played. It would be interesting to play out as once she's found there will be a language barrier. But all in all there are lots of possibilities that can occur.

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Dee, thank you very much for your warm welcome~! I will hold you to your offer if I need a female counterpart in any story I write!

that sounds like one interesting story

[Alana_]

Hi VT and Im so delighted you're back with us. Good luck with the OOC.

Fantastic ideas, and a prime example of what a gorgeous writer you are.

[VampiricTouch]

Tio - One or two posts a week is fine. I'm fairly busy myself, and if I remember correctly, writing with you means I'm only able to write one or two posts a week anyways.

Kitten - Thank you, I thought it would be interesting to play out.

Alana - Thank you, You're too kind. Such compliments from you mean so much.... I'm glad to be back, though writing has been a bit slow as of late.... with not quite enough threads to keep me running around.

[Anael]

VT, Some very interesting story ideas there, particularly Nature Never Nurtures. I would be interested to hear your thoughts on it and where it may go etc. I too can only commit to a couple of posts a week or thereabouts due to working in the tiring world of shift work.

Please let me know if you wish to bounce some ideas around or develop any of these threads further.

A

[VampiricTouch]

He had been hunting her. The woman... no, witch that was renown for dabbling in the darker arts. There had been no deaths yet, but should she continue, the magic was sure to consume her and taint others... The church would not allow that to happen.

It was an open clearing where she worked, listening to the call of the earth as it spoke of the dry season. The village surely would not survive another dry spell along with the taxes for the church and with patience, she began the ritual... for rain.

The fire was smoky as it wafted through the air, the soft incantations stirring a rare wind to whip through the white ceremonial robes. Smoke condensed in the sky, spiraling ominously into storm clouds that hung low above the small village, quickly encompassing the limits before she closed the spell and lightning flashed above her head. The heavens opened to pour out rain as the cracked ground swallowed the offering deluge of water. The rain quickly doused the fire and drenched her robes and bag, the gold trimmed purity of white clinging to a body that suggested decadence in her full curves.

She swayed, more from the weariness of her efforts than the wind that tossed and chilled her. It was a struggle to return to the hut she lived in and without pulling the robes off, she crumpled on the bed in an exhausted sleep.

It was the moment when he brought down his sword that it occurred. Her eyes flew open in a thrice and the esoteric words resounded in their ears. The blade stopped a mere breath away from her skin, as if the words itself bound him and the silver door opened. The words "Cursed Deliverance" were emblazoned over it as she backed up frantically. She never knew that this would be the result of her spell for self preservation. She never saw the door, never realized it was there until her hand fell through into emptiness... and with a small weary smile, daring him to follow, she turned and stepped through.

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There can be many possibilities here. The general idea I want to preserve is when this 'man' genuinely attacks with full intent to kill, a door will open, allowing them to step through into a different 'universe'. It becomes a curse that only comes into affect when this condition is met and only with this man. (It activates and will consistently defends the woman against only one assailant. )

If they fall into the universe, they will wake up in separate places of this 'setting' with people around them having specific memories about the person. (i.e. She could wake up in the middle of nowhere with a stranger approaching her, calling her 'wife', because she is married to him in this universe. She will maintain the same face and features as when she fell.)

Something like that. It's open to a lot of changes, possibilities....and still an idea in progress. If you're interested, PM me with possible 'universes/settings' to explore, plot to try... etc

[VampiricTouch]

On a similar vein as the previous idea...
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What if there was a book of mostly blank pages, and those who dare read it... enter the world of that book? From the moment you crack open its pages and read the first sentence, the world as you know fades to nothing...and you as a person enter the book.

What if the world you entered was waging a war? Two sides at odds with each other and your friend, or lover appeared at the opposing side without your knowledge? They aid their individual sides in preparation for war, stealing resources and lives from the other until enough hatred builds... and when they clash, they see their friend on the opposing enemy lines?

[VampiricTouch]

She… she was from the upper class of society. Her life planned and laid before her without regards to her… Yet from those stolen moments of solitude, she found that her thoughts always strayed to him. Always yearned for the man she was not to be with, that was beneath her standing.

He… He was a commoner, made influential by the man arranged to marry her. Always he watched her, the girl that grew into a woman, who maintained the purity of her standing, who held strong to the convictions of her society and strove to love a fiancé that cared little for her and could not appreciate the woman he was fortunate to have.

Her fiancé was frivolous. The women he tumbled were more than any could count or remember… and the woman he was to marry was merely bauble he needed to assure the inheritance of his lineage. It had been the spur of a moment that he decided to bed the woman promised to him, courting her heart the way he flirted with the women he cycled through night after night. She never knew of his infidelity. Always believing, trusting him, and scorned her own heart that loved a man other than the one that made love to her that night…

It was the night he was turned that he saw him, once more playing with hearts on a whim, trampling the heart of the woman he loved…. And in a rage, he killed him, his breath stolen from his lungs just as she stepped into the room.

With the weapon still clutched in his hands, still stained with the blood of her fiancé, he approached her, the passion of his confession terrifying her in his fervor. Believing he meant harm the same way he had killed her fiancé, she drew the dagger to defend herself and found that she was unable to harm the man she had loved for so long… And instead took her own life.

Her soul had fled, passed on to Elysium, but her body, by some mysterious relic or miracle, was preserved, and restored. The empty shell of a woman returned to the height her beauty laid sleeping and soulless – caught between the place of life and death.

He, in an effort to revive the woman he loves, searches for a soul through the ages to place inside the shell…. But how long will he be deluded by appearances? When will he realize that the woman he’s loved is not with him?