Pig Week: Daddy

I can;t remember where this idea came from. But, some depressingly horrible thought in my head decided to explore what Vaughn’s life would have been like if he never met Aria, and Sokola was the only family he ever had. Overall, I don’t think much changed, since most of the story was based on real moments in the genesis Vaughn and Sokola Daddy/Daughterdom. I do think it made Vaughn a lot more depressing, and a heck of a lot more lonely, since he didn’t have his girlfriend/pet to turn to for advice, and to cheer him up when things were difficult. It isn’t evident in this story, but it may have possibly made their relationship grow faster, without Daddy’s overly-proper girl getting in the way of playtime…and also, maybe, made Sokola’s little Electra complex worse, since there wouldn’t have been the competition. Regardless, I think this story ended up adorable, if not kind of depressing. I hope you enjoy it, and are ready for the lest Pig Week post tomorrow, whenever I finish it!

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Monday Character Conversations: A Follow-up from Charlemagne

I haven’t done one of these for a while. I hope to get back into the habit, if I can. I stopped because I ran out of characters whom I felt were important enough to interview. But, as I am starting a new novel for Camp NaNo today, and am also discovering new characters in the universe of my first novel, as I have a few pages written in the sequel, I feel I have many more characters I can explore now. Before I get to them, though, I want to interview a character who had already gotten the spotlight, but has recently gone through a transformation in the universe my friend and I have contained within Skype, even if his canonical transformation is a long way off, and may not even be mentioned (it will happen, though, to a lesser extent!) So, may I again introduce Lieutenant Charlemagne of the seventh district of Hael!

Hello, Charlemagne. How are you?

I am well.

That is good. Would you like to fill the nice readers in on what has happened since you were last interviewed?

Well…I…I hurt Sokola, and I was punished for it…

 But then?

But then…Abbi began to visit me. She was kind to me, and believed I could change. She listened to me as I sat and spoke of my regrets, of how much I hated my past actions and wished I could take them back. And…she encouraged my change of heart. She visited me day in and day out, speaking with me and encouraging me… And we began to fall for each other.

Aw~! Does Charlie have a girlfriend? :3

Well…yes. Abbi and I are in love. With her, I feel as if nothing else matters but her. I wish to protect her and love her, and I am happy to simply lie beside her and talk, or even just look upon her lovingly. I have never felt this way before. Love…I do not believe I ever truly learned what it was. I use to only care about the physical aspects, and the feeling of power. But…now that I have been reduced to a powerless state, I have realized I do not need it…either of them… I can allow myself to be vulnerable without fear, and be weak and speak sweet words to Abbi… And I do not want to feel power over her. I want us to be equals. I believe I would prefer death to overpowering Abbi, even accidentally, the way I use to do to my officers.

And how is your relationship with your officers, by the way?

[shakes head] We do not speak, usually. They are not happy with…my current state, and find it sickening the way I have fallen utterly for Abbi. Zurina has left the other two, so I have not spoken with heer for quite some time. But the other two…Jenneth desires to hurt Abbi, for some reason, and Bianca does little to stop her unless she is completely over the top. I do not wish to speak with them at all anymore, if I can help it.

Alright. :3 Since I like the sweet look you get on your face, let’s talk about Abbi some more. Do you two have any plans for the future?

Well…she would like to be wed. I do not understand it much, but Vaughn and Aria have gotten married, and it seems to be working for them, so I suppose I can try it, as well. I know it will make Abbi very happy. And…I would like to have children with her. Though I have never thought of having my own offspring, I do enjoy children. And, I now have a woman whom I would enjoy having mother them. But…if Abbi would prefer not to, I will not force her.

Charlie! Stop being so cute! People are going to be confused by how much you’ve changed.

I apologize.

No, no. It’s fine. Any ideas what you would name the children?

I…I do not know… I have not put much thought into it until recently. Perhaps…if Abbi and I reach that point in our relationship, we can discuss it together. I would possibly like to give them names like those from her world, however. Perhaps name them for her friends, since I have so few I would wish to admit to being acquainted with now to name children after.

Okay. So, how do you feel about sleeping with a goddess?

Please, do not be deceptive. Abbi and I are not to that level of intimacy just yet, and I would prefer not to have others believe we are. They might believe I am reverting back to my former ways.

Okay. How do you feel about sleeping beside a goddess?

Well, she has not ascended yet. She still has to beat her goddess first. And…she wishes to wait until after we are wed to fully ascend, even so… But, I find it very fitting. She has come into my life and cleansed my soul and life the way that many believe that only a deity may. And, I am very thankful to her for it. I know she does not want them to, but…I would like any children we may have to at least recognize their mother’s status as a goddess, even if it may be strange for them to outright worship her. Miceli…I am not sure how I would feel about my children following him, and I am not sure if they may worship Odelia, being as they would be demons, albeit two different types. So, I wish to encourage them to follow the deities of Abbi’s world.

Now…not to be a downer, but…what would you do if Arazdori would win her and Abbi’s battle?

She will not.

I know that we are all hoping Abbi will win, but…we must be realistic. It is still a possibility.

No, Abbi will win. She must. If Abbi were not by my side…I do not believe I would be able to go on. She has become my life, my world. After being punished for my past sins, I had nothing. I no longer wished to associate with my forcer life, as anything that still lasted from that would only drag me down and remind me continually of how evil I use to be. But, my actions caused any possibility to create a new life on my own to be impossible. I had hurt too many people to be able to earn the trust of anyone who could lead to worthwhile aspirations. So, I had no choice but to sit in my room and sulk while the young girl assigned to aid me in my healing, Matilda, scurried around trying to at least keep me alive and well. Abbi gave me reasons to live, and has been helping me make amends, and show everyone that I have changed. Even though I have made acquaintances of many who formerly hated me, and have others who believe I will do good things now, I would feel as if I had nothing if Abbi was taken from me. Please…please tell me she will me alright. 😦

Don’t worry. We would hate for anything to happen to her just as much as you do. But, I feel thart is a good place to stop. Any last words before I close up?

Abbi…I love you deeply, but I hope my words do not make you feel as if you must stay with me. If ever you feel you no longer love me, and wish to leave me for someone of a more suitable age, I would understand. Still, I am glad you are with me. Let us always be happy together, and for us both to live for a long, long time, deeply in love. I love you, my goddess. I hope I may one day feel as worthy of your love as you believe me to be. 🙂

Never Going To Happen (A discussion of my first kill)

If you know anything about my friend Sabrina and I, you know that we’re never going to have a normal conversation. Ever. When you put two weird people together on Skype, add in some crazy ideas, and some characters with personalities ranging from Victorian and medieval sensibilities to the moral compass as your average high school party girl, there’s a very low possibility of anything normal lasting for very long.

Another thing that’s not going to happen is going to be killing someone. Obviously, this is a good thing when talking about real life. Not only is it illegal in most situations, but I’m terrified of the dead. Not death, just the dead. If there is a corpse, human or animal, lying in front of me without moving or breathing, I’m going to start screaming and trying to get away by any means necessary. Unfortunately, my inability to kill also applies to fictional characters.  I have too much of a conscience and a deep connection with all my characters. So, unlike certain people who often kill someone in the first chapter (Sabrina), I can’t bring myself to kill off anyone of even partial importance, unless  they’re coming back in some way or another. If the deaths I have planned, one is resurrected by magic, one is reincarnated, and one occurs in the last line of the last page of the last book, so I believe barely counts. If anyone else dies in any of my stories, they will probably be minor characters who are either mentioned once and disappear, or their mention is the fact they are dead.

So, when I thought I had experience my first kill yesterday, I was overjoyed. Obviously, it was not part of a story (unfortunately, she has the potential to be important again). I was on Skype with Sabrina, and out characters were fooling around as usual, when Sokola started asking if she could meet a character named Livia, and yell at her for “being mean to Vaughn.” If you read my interview with Vaughn on Monday, you might remember that Livia is Vaughn’s ex-lover. She is an evil, heartless bitch by creation, and as I learned while writing her first and thus far only personal appearance in my novel the other day, she can become downright psychotic when the right buttons are pushed. We (at least, my characters and I “we”) were all a bit nervous about letting sweet, (somewhat) innocent Sokola meet her, but she she did come, with the precautions of having three adult male characters looking after Sokola, and not letting Livia carry her weapon on her person.

Everything started out pretty much as expected. Livia insulted Vaughn and talked about what a weak traitor she thought him, Sokola started yelling at her, and everyone else just sat back waited to see that would happen. That was about the time that Livia decided to grab Sokola by her extremely curly little head of hair and give her a lecture on respect to her superiors. Vaughn issued a couple of warnings for Livia to release Sokola, but it was finally Mordecai, using a spell that caused Livia’s hand to burn, that caused Sokola’s hair to be freed. That didn’t stop her from going back to insults and rude comments, so for a bit of fun, Mordecai turned her into a pig. Because Sokola loves pigs, and he thought she would enjoy playing with one, while Livia learned a bit of a lesson in listening to undead men with magic. After that, Mordecai passed out, and the wheels in Sokola and Vaughn’s minds started to turn, their idea of fun turning to gorier things than any of us probably expected.

While chasing the bitey little woman-turned-hog around the Box, Sokola asked a simple question: What happens when you drop a piggy from wayyyyy high up? Vaughn answered simply that it would probably splat…and then offered to make piggy splatter art with his ex.  When Sokola expressed that she would enjoy such a thing, the two winged characters grabbed the pig and flew up to the ceiling of the room and prepared for their crime. As the authors, Sabrina and I could have stopped them, but she’s a fictional character, so why should it matter? Gideon (Mordecai’s younger brother) could have easily stopped us, either verbally or by reversing the spell, but after an attempt to flirt with the scantily clad demon scared the womanizer a bit, he was not too eager to get near her. All the other characters were out of the room, so Vaughn let go, and the piggy hit the floor. Then, Vaughn and Sokola started planning a ham dinner (because it’s not cannibalism if she’s not a demon when she died, right?). I’m really scared of the way our minds work sometimes.

Before I continue, with the story, I wish to say that I was totally fine with this turn of events. She was a fictional character, and a character I totally hated on top of that. Killing her for fun over Skype would not affect my story at all, as I’m not even sure if she will show up again, and even if she did, it isn’t as if murdering her over a chat is going to make it impossible to resurrect her for a page or two when I’m writing. After seeing her making two marginally helpless young females miserable fairly close together, I was actually eager to see her suffer. I was happy about her piggy death. I’m actually tempted to make an offhanded reference to Livia being in a freak accident in which her wings cramp up, sending her falling over the cliff that her barracks are built on, just to make it canon and give her what’s coming to her.

When Mordecai finally woke up, however, he did not share my pleasure. He got the horrific surprise of finding the body of the former demon still in the middle of the floor.  As he was asleep, and could not have had any idea of what his feathered friends were going to do, so I tried to reassure him that he had nothing to do with Livia’s death. He was still upset, though, so I made the offer to bring her back on the claim she was injured and unconscious, but alive, to ease his mind. He left it up to me to decide, though, so I poofed Livia off to an infirmary that I don’t even think actually exists in her universe, and began setting off to make my decision.

So, is Livia a dead pig? No idea. After I got rid of her still-swine-shaped body, I put her out of my mind, not giving two bits about her fate. To give Morty peace of mind, I said she would wake up with broken limbs eventually, and gave Vaughn a ham to cook (or, as it would have it, for him to leave in a fire hole to cool, and Aria to scurry off to watch it). As I use her more over Skype than I have in the current draft of my novel (she did have a more important role in the first draft, but as the plot and how the characters affect it changed, she was relegated to background character, though it came with a promotion from the Haelian army), I really didn’t particularly care either way. As Sabrina added a character in her own novel that she describes as “Livia Lite” “Diet Livia” and “Livia Jr.” today, we joke that Livia died and was reincarnated as the miniature psycho who just began to appear. But, for the time being, Livia herself will just be floating between life and death until I need her again. Or, until I decide her death was deserved, and decide to cramp up her wings just a bit while she’s running errands. [cue evil face]

 

So, discuss if you will: do kills still count if they come back, whether it be through resurrection, reincarnation, or zombiism? Does it count if it happens just between you and your friends, and isn’t canon (yet)? How important do characters have to be before their deaths count for your kill count? Have you had your first kill, and if so, what was it and how did it feel? Also…want a bite of ham?