Suibou Daisuke
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Join date : 2009-08-24
 |  Subject: Not quite sure...  Tue Aug 25, 2009 7:55 pm | |
| If this is an appropriate area. But I view what I do as art as well, and it does generally involve my hand xD I write, and here are a few of my pieces. King For A Day- Spoiler:
King Mede sat upon his massive, golden, elegantly crafted throne. The seat of the throne was bare, not covered in cushions or fabric. He was a tall, lean man, with a thick black beard and matching black ponytail that fell down to the small of his back. Unlike most Kings he wore nothing that would identify him as royalty. He found expensive fabrics uncomfortable and jewelry useless. Mede's dark brown eyes scanned the throne room as he wrapped his knuckles on the armrest of his throne impatiently. To Mede this went on for days, when in reality he had only been waiting for a little over an hour.
After a painfully long wait, Mede was finally given what he had wanted. A servant walked into the room, and after bowing, announced the arrival of a man named Twink. At first the name seemed a bit ridiculous to the king, and caused him to grow suspicious. However, after having his best men do a thorough background check on Twink, they reported that he was the genuine artical.
The servant bowed once more and exited the room, and a minute later Twink took his place. Twink was an odd looking man. He was an average height-only a few inches or so shorter than the king- and was also very lean. Twink wore his snow-white hair in a ponytail, wrapping his head in a bandana made of black cloth. The bandana was splashed with several colors, as if someone had taken several paint brushes and just whipped paint at the fabric before giving it to Twink as a bandana. He wore a simple black tunic, and a pair of gray pants that seemed to be several sizes too big for him. The pants were held up by a piece of rope, tied into a tight knot on his left side.
"Twinks the name, replacements the game." Twink said with an obnoxiously high-pitched voice.
"Yes, well lets just hope you do your job as well as the fee implies you will." Mede said as he stood up and began to walk toward Twink. Mede stopped when he was just close enough to reach out and hand the man a scroll, keeping as far away from him as possible.
Opening the scroll, Twink seemed to skim over it for only a few seconds, before smiling and tossing the scroll into the air. With a snap, Twink made the scroll disappear into a puff of purple smoke. The smoke coiled around Twink's head like a snake, before seeping into his ears and nostrils. He seemed to ponder over something for a short while before nodding seriously.
"Yes, I do believe I can pull this off. Now you have fun with you secret maiden, or whatever it is your going to do." Twink said cheerfully, shooing the King away toward the small space behind his throne. Twink wrapped his knuckle against the stone wall before them as if it were a door. As if Twink had convinced the wall it really was a door, three lines began to form. They created a rectangle in the wall, that then opened inward revealing a corridor. "You sneak out and I'll get to work."
Mede nodded to Twink in thanks, before disappearing down the corridor. The wall shut itself behind him, and the lines disappeared. When Twink was satisfied that the door had been sealed, he snapped his fingers once again. Suddenly, his hair turned black. He grew taller, and his pants changed color and size. The rope turned to a leather belt, buckled at the front where it should have been. A sword appeared in a scabbard on his belt, the handle golden and decorated in many jewels. Twink's clean face was soon scarred, and a thick black beard covered his, once bare, chin.
Twink looked at his reflection in the back of the polished throne and clapped cheerfully. He stepped out from behind the throne, and took his place on its seat. It was then that the servant returned, asking where Twink had gone.
"He had to leave very quickly, through that door there." Twink said grimly, pointing to a window on the far wall. The servant stared, wide-eyed at the window for only a few seconds before nodding to his king.
"'Tis a fine day, sire," The servant said, as he carried a pitcher and glass toward the king. Placing the glass on his armrest, he filled it with wine and bowed as he turned to leave. When he was gone, Twink took a sip from the glass and chuckled to himself.
"'Tis a fine day indeed."
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