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Dec. 8th, 2003 05:03 pmI wonder if this is why I am so tolerant of May Sues? Soon after I got an internet connection one of Mike's mates sugested I might like to join an RPS called Fyremyst where we could write a fantasy story together. I still do this from time to time and it's just occurred to me that the reason why obvious Mary Sue/Gary Stus don't really phase me that much is because I am used to posts like the following:
fru turned slowly to look at gavriel
"I couldn't help but overhear...sorry I'm trying to work on filtering stuff out but when you think so loudly"
he smiled apologetically then continued slowly
"yet you should be aware that theres a group of ...12 drow I think trying to encircle us ,I could confuse them off your trail but I would prefer to show you the efficiancy of my annaelae, scythes have all the tactical advantages of a fighting staff as well as a cutting edge far more effective than an axe and a range of attack greatly superior to that of any longsword ive seen plus they are easily enchanted because any adept knows that wood will take to enchantment far more easily than steel, those are advantages held by a normal scythe and my annaelae is far from normal"
with that fru held an arm out and the scythe in question appeared firmly within his grip the blue aura that surrounded the blade writhed in the anticipation of death
"and when you are practiced enough with such a weapon you can use it to...deflect arrows say"
with a seemingly idle twirl of the blade an arrow fell from the air a foot and a half from gavriels head as it descended the rich brown wood of the shaft faded to a sickly grey along with the blue plume at the back when the color was drained from the arrow completely it shattered to dust that scattered across the ground
"see thats what happens to an arrow when its soul is severed, Gavriel your friend Nath has his doubts on whether or not to trust me, you however only have to think about one question do you think the four of you can take on a group of black elves unscathed?and do you think that my company at least for the moment will help to keep your flesh attatched to your body?"
This character is blue, keeps pet dragons and is a demi-god. Shortly after this he told Gavriel that the drow would be attacking within 28 seconds and Gavriel shrugged and went for a lie down. I'm prepared to tolerate MSs but I won't be patronised by them. Frankly, given my level of exposure to this kind of thing I can't see why everyone gets so upset about delectable exchange students with flowing amber curls and turquoise eyes, whatever their sex. At least they aren't demi-gods and at least we don't have to feign gratitude. I am soooo tempted to let Gavriel off the leash on this one!
(Edited to add - Gavriel did get let off the leash but not in the direction of the 'Amazing Azure Fru'. Isn't it funny how an idle comment can stick in your mind or rather an imperative demand of "YES, yes, write that now!!!" So, to warm myself up during a bitterly cold afternoon in a deserted museum I wrote a very naughty Bill Weasley/Gavriel fic which I have sent to Roseblade. I expect a letterbomb by return.)
fru turned slowly to look at gavriel
"I couldn't help but overhear...sorry I'm trying to work on filtering stuff out but when you think so loudly"
he smiled apologetically then continued slowly
"yet you should be aware that theres a group of ...12 drow I think trying to encircle us ,I could confuse them off your trail but I would prefer to show you the efficiancy of my annaelae, scythes have all the tactical advantages of a fighting staff as well as a cutting edge far more effective than an axe and a range of attack greatly superior to that of any longsword ive seen plus they are easily enchanted because any adept knows that wood will take to enchantment far more easily than steel, those are advantages held by a normal scythe and my annaelae is far from normal"
with that fru held an arm out and the scythe in question appeared firmly within his grip the blue aura that surrounded the blade writhed in the anticipation of death
"and when you are practiced enough with such a weapon you can use it to...deflect arrows say"
with a seemingly idle twirl of the blade an arrow fell from the air a foot and a half from gavriels head as it descended the rich brown wood of the shaft faded to a sickly grey along with the blue plume at the back when the color was drained from the arrow completely it shattered to dust that scattered across the ground
"see thats what happens to an arrow when its soul is severed, Gavriel your friend Nath has his doubts on whether or not to trust me, you however only have to think about one question do you think the four of you can take on a group of black elves unscathed?and do you think that my company at least for the moment will help to keep your flesh attatched to your body?"
This character is blue, keeps pet dragons and is a demi-god. Shortly after this he told Gavriel that the drow would be attacking within 28 seconds and Gavriel shrugged and went for a lie down. I'm prepared to tolerate MSs but I won't be patronised by them. Frankly, given my level of exposure to this kind of thing I can't see why everyone gets so upset about delectable exchange students with flowing amber curls and turquoise eyes, whatever their sex. At least they aren't demi-gods and at least we don't have to feign gratitude. I am soooo tempted to let Gavriel off the leash on this one!
(Edited to add - Gavriel did get let off the leash but not in the direction of the 'Amazing Azure Fru'. Isn't it funny how an idle comment can stick in your mind or rather an imperative demand of "YES, yes, write that now!!!" So, to warm myself up during a bitterly cold afternoon in a deserted museum I wrote a very naughty Bill Weasley/Gavriel fic which I have sent to Roseblade. I expect a letterbomb by return.)