Man, I had to miss it because it was the same night as opening night of Pagliacci/Carmina Burana. It...it killed me
"If I saw my kid on their iPod at dinner, I would instantly assume they were talking to a creepy old guy."
- a friend
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."
- C. S. Lewis Jay-Arr is very silly. (It's another pointless formspring you guys.)
Hey all! I took the initiative to get started writing some of the missing pieces of part 4, now that we've nearly got part 3 squared away. Here's Feferi and Eridan's prelude, and Eridan's introduction. I'm sure this will get changed and mixed up a bit, but here's the basic text to start with. We can work on getting less narrator text block of course, I just got us started is all.
NARRATOR: A young troll sits astride his seahorse lusus, reins in one hand, his harpoon gun in the other, waiting. His name is Eridan Ampora. A look of determination glints in his bespectacled eyes, his finger hovers near the trigger of his gun. He is obviously preparing to do something particularly awesome.
ERIDAN: Wwait for it...
NARRATOR: The ocean below is still as Eridan waits, floating among the gray clouds. In the distance, thunder crackles ominously.
ERIDAN: Wwait...
NARRATOR: And then...
SFX VOICE: WHALE!
NARRATOR: Thar she blows!
The whale lusus bursts through the clouds, then swoops around to attack Eridan.
SFX: gathering energy, huge blast from harpoon gun
ERIDAN: Prepare to meet your doom!
SFX: Whale cry, sound of blast impact. Rushing air as whale falls, splash
SFX VOICE: FISHFOOD!
NARRATOR: Ok, that guy is pretty much squared away. What about this adorable young troll?
SFX VOICE: SWIM!
SFX: Sound of swimming
NARRATOR: Her name is Feferi Peixes, and she intercepts the fallen lusus as it splashes down. A net is hurled round the huge creature, and she drags it deep into the water, where something enormous waits...
FEFERI: Mealtime!
SFX: waving tentacles, snatches whale, crunching as it eats
FEFERI: That should keep her quiet for a while. At least until she dies. Well, better head home.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile, inside the wreckage of a ship beached upon the rocks of a small island in the middle of the sea...
ERIDAN: That should keep her happy for a wwhile. And make a freshly orphaned troll somewwhere pretty sad, I suppose. Relativvely highblood, unfortunately, but not nearly so purple as mine. Flowwin' through my vveins is nearly the richest blood the hemospectrum has to offer! Penultimate on the scale! As is that of all sea dwwellers, of course.
NARRATOR: Sea dwwellers - I mean, sea dwellers - are a sub-race of troll distinct from the commoners by mutation and habitat, a caste which rules over the entire species. But ruling, in Eridan's view, is not enough. He has an overpowering genocide complex and has made it his sworn duty to kill all land dwellers. He has amassed resources and deadly weaponry from around the world for this ambition through many sweeps of extreme role playing, while pursuing a working doomsday device which will bring armageddon to all those on the surface.
ERIDAN: It's too bad that out of all this gear and deadly wweaponry I'vve acquired through all my swweeps of Flarpin', I havven't found one single wworking doomsday devvice that wwill bring armageddon to all surface dwwellers! It's pretty hard to find somethin' that wwill kill only land trolls, and not those of us high-blooded enough to live in the sea. Maybe tonight's my night, though.
NARRATOR: He holds a fascination for military history and legendary conquerors. He has dubiously modeled his profile and exploits after the most notorious figures and their stories, which are bristling with the glory of victory and the sting of defeat and political machinations and romantic intrigue. It is an image he is careful to craft through exaggerated emotional theatrics, and his penchant for mass murder notwithstanding, people tend to regard him as a bit of a tool.
He also likes magic, even though he knows it to be fake. Like a made up friend, the way wizards are. Made up make believe fakey fakey fakes. It's still fun though. His trolltag is caligulasAquarium and he speaks wwith a vvery wweird and wwavvy soundin' accent.
I would like to see more of Eridan's ideas about the hemospectrum and his interests mentioned in the conversation he has with Feferi around here. I'm sure that can be done fairly well, I'll work on it later. This is just a starting point.
EDIT: I wrote Feferi's intro.
Feferi, like Eridan, is also a sea dweller. She has the most noble blood possible, the only one of trollkind known to possess it, and the only one to share it with Gl'bgolyb, a deep sea monster also known as the Rift's Carbuncle, Emissary to the Horrorterrors, or in more hushed tones, Speaker of the Vast Glub. This makes Feferi heir apparent for Alternian rulership, which ordinarily would place her in considerable jeopardy. Her Imperious Condescension would steer the flagship from the fleet and make an attempt on Feferi's life itself, if not for the protection of her monstrous lusus.
FEFERI: It's too bad my lusus told me about our race's coming extinction. If it weren't coming so soon, I'd have big plans for the throne. All the plans. All of them. Isn't that right, Coralmane? No more culling! Not the way it is now, anyway. Under MY rule, culling would mean caring for the unfit and infirm, not killing them! Just like I take care of all of you!
SFX: Coralmane whinnies.
FEFERI: Right! After all, I groom you and feed you every day, and I keep all the cuttlefish I capture safely in cages. Okay, so they don't STAY in the cages, they kinda swim between the bars. But that's fine! I keep so many of them because they are funny and colorful and I love them! So it's okay that they are all over the place. *Giggles*
Feferi runs her whole palace as a sort of wildlife adoption facility, even if the wildlife's need for care is dubious at best, and the practice really just amounts to an elaborate roleplaying scenario. It's still fun though. Her trolltag is cuttlefishCuller and she has a hard time not getting really excited about practically everything.
And here is Eridan's intro:
NARRATOR: Meanwhile, inside the wreckage of a ship beached upon the rocks of a small island in the middle of the sea...
ERIDAN: That should keep her happy for a wwhile. And make a freshly orphaned troll somewwhere pretty sad, I suppose. Relativvely highblood, unfortunately, but not nearly so purple as mine. Flowwin' through my vveins is nearly the richest blood the hemospectrum has to offer! Penultimate on the scale! As is that of all sea dwwellers, of course.
NARRATOR: Sea dwwellers - I mean, sea dwellers - are a sub-race of troll distinct from the commoners by mutation and habitat, a caste which rules over the entire species. But ruling, in Eridan's view, is not enough. He has an overpowering genocide complex and has made it his sworn duty to kill all land dwellers. He is an avid fan of extreme roleplaying, and has used this hobby to help him search for a way to achieve his goals.
ERIDAN: Man, Orphaner Dualscar is at least as impressive and dramatic as any historic troll! Feared by all, trolls and their lusii alike! Scourge of Alternia, sailin' the high seas in search of treasure and advventure!
NARRATOR: Eridan is fond of taking inspiration for his Flarping from Alternian history, romanticizing it into epic melodramas. It is an image he is careful to craft through exaggerated emotional theatrics, and his penchant for mass murder notwithstanding, people tend to regard him as a bit of a tool.
He also likes magic, even though he knows it to be fake. Like a made up friend, the way wizards are. Made up make believe fakey fakey fakes. It's still fun though. His trolltag is caligulasAquarium and he speaks wwith a vvery wweird and wwavvy soundin' accent.
And here's their subsequent conversation.
ERIDAN: Fef. Hey.
FEFERI: Hm?
ERIDAN: Glub.
FEFERI: Glub glub!
ERIDAN: Yeah. Hm...
FEFERI: What is it!!!
ERIDAN: Wwhat?
FEFERI: I am wondering if you can forego the exaggerated
emotional theatrics for once and actually tell me what's on
your mind!
ERIDAN: Nothin's on my mind, wwhy can't I just fuckin' talk
and glub at you for a reason I don't havve?
FEFERI: skeptically Yeah, whatever.
ERIDAN: Wwell fine, but you don't wwant to hear it.
FEFERI: Yes I do. We are supposed to talk to each other,
that is what moirails are for.
ERIDAN: Uhuh, wwhatevver.
FEFERI: Glub glub glub glub siiiiigh. Will you take the
chip off your nub and tell me what's the matter?
ERIDAN: Yeah, wwell. OK, since wwe are the PALEST OF PALS A
GUY COULD EVVER ASK FOR. I wwill tell you. Evven though you
wwill only humor me as usual, since you don't agree wwith
my agenda. Any of my agendas really. None of the agendas.
None of them.
FEFERI: Are you fretting over another one of these dumb
contraptions?
ERIDAN: See. More condescension. You are goin' to make a
hell of an empress.
FEFERI: No I'm not!
ERIDAN: Right, because of wwhat your lusus wwhispered to
you.
FEFERI: That is beside the point. None of your plots to
kill the land dwellers ever work out, and every doomsday
device you get your hands on turns out to be a piece of
junk!
ERIDAN: So? I'vve gotten all sorts of resources and
wweaponry from all ovver the wworld wwhile Flarpin', and
just because none of the devvices havve brought armageddon
to all the surface dwwellers yet, it doesn't mean I wwon't
find one that wwill someday. I got to keep tryin', that's
howw all the great military masterminds became great,
through upright persevverance.
FEFERI: exasperated I don't get your fascination for
military history and all those "amazing" legendary
conquerors. It's so obvious that you modeled your Flarp
profile after the most notorious ones and their stories!
And you keep trying to act out and recreate their exploits.
ERIDAN: Hey, they're just bristlin' wwith the glory of
vvictory and the sting of defeat and political machinations
and romantic intrigue, Fef!
FEFERI: I dunno. I think deep down you stack these plots
against you so you fail because you know it's wrong.
ERIDAN: It isn't wwrong. I'm not going to explain it to you
again. At this point all you need to knoww is its important
to me. And I'm doing it for us- I mean our kind. Nobody
understands, not evven you.
FEFERI: This is the last time I will say this. WE ARE NOT
BETTER THAN ANYBODY!!!!! GLUB.
ERIDAN: Pshh. Hemospectrum begs to differ.
FEFERI: Just because we have different blood colors doesn't
make us better than other people! Someday I'm going to
unite the two races, you know, and sea trolls won't look
down on land dwellers ever again!
ERIDAN: Wwhat, you mean like your lusus told you that you
wwere goin' to someday?
FEFERI: Exactly!
ERIDAN: Yeah, wwell, she also told you the wwhole troll
race will be extinct before you can take the throne.
FEFERI: Well, I guess not all prophecies can come true!
ERIDAN: Wwhatevver, but in the meantime, I'll keep tryin'
to purify of those dirty lowwbloods as I see fit.
FEFERI: If you're as sickened by them as you say, why do
you spend so much time on land? You can't have the sort of
affinity for "our kind" that you profess if you've only
spent, what... A few days underwater, maybe? IN YOUR WHOLE
LIFE!
ERIDAN: Wwhatevver. I havve to keep an eye on 'em up here.
It's all about tactics!
FEFERI: What about your friends? Do you ever think about
them? If they are beneath you then they have to die too.
And I know you like talking to some of them. You say you
hate them but I think you are pretending!
ERIDAN: History is full of cases wwhere conquerers consort
wwith members of the enemy in a mannerly wway before wwipin
them out. Evven goin' as far as growwin fond a' some. It's
only civvilized.
FEFERI: Mmm hmm. I have a fishy feeling... that this stupid
doomsday machine thing is just another excuse to consort!
With someone in particular...
ERIDAN: All your feelin's are fishy!
FEFERI: Nyah!
ERIDAN: GLUBGLUBGLUBGLUBGLUBGLUB!
FEFERI: *gasp* DON'T YOU GLUB IN THAT TONE OF GLUB WITH ME
MISTER!
ERIDAN: I'll glub in wwhatevver dumbass bubbly soundin'
fishnoise I wwant to glub!
FEFERI: Oh SHIT, you are angling for SO MUCH TROUBLE NOW.
ERIDAN: OK, please, let's just not get into the wwhole
fuckin' fish pun thing again, ok? Like, wwe get it, wwe are
nautically themed.
FEFERI: Hehe OK.
ERIDAN: But yeah, I dunno. I don't knoww wwhy she ignores
me, I guess she's just bored wwith me. Wwe had it all set
up for her to givve me this thing tonight that probably
doesn't evven wwork, but yeah, maybe that wwasn't the
point. I mean, you think wwe havve a pretty good rivvalry
goin', right? Or at least had... it wwas pretty fuckin'
bitter and contentious for a wwhile there and there wwas
some good chemistry, I don't knoww wwhat happened.
FEFERI: Um, I guess? I wouldn't really know. Sometimes
people just drift away I think, or just aren't as into the
quadrant as the other wants to be.
So you really think your feelings for her run that dark?
ERIDAN: It doesn't matter, like I said, she's bored
shitless. I guess I'm not as good a advversary as I
thought.
FEFERI: That is so ridiculous, any girl would be lucky to
have a kismesis as diabolical as you, especially THAT one.
Who knows what her problem is! She has issues.
ERIDAN: Ehhh... wwell ok, thanks for sayin' so.
FEFERI: You know, I'm not sure why we never talk about our
romantic aspirations. We should more often. It is kind of
EXCITING!
ERIDAN: Shrug.
FEFERI: Probably because you fill your gossip quota with
your nubby horned bro. You leave nothing left to talk about
with your dear sweet moirail! We are supposed to help each
other with that stuff too, remember.
ERIDAN: Maybe... seems kinda... odd though.
FEFERI: Your stupid fishy face is what's odd! HAVE YOU EVER
THOUGHT ABOUT THAT??
ERIDAN: Fine! Wwell those are my stupid feelin's, wwhat
about yours? Seems to me like you get along too wwell wwith
evverybody to be harborin' any black sentiments.
FEFERI: Um... yeah. I can't think of anybody I feel that
way about. Hmmm... Maybe I am just not old enough to have
those feelings yet? We are still pretty young you know.
ERIDAN: Yeah.
FEFERI: So ok. Those are your black leanings. What about
RED, Eridan??? HMMMMM???????
ERIDAN: Oh god...
FEFERI: Is there a lucky lady you are waxing scarlet for?
OR LUCKY FELLOW??? *excited gasp*
ERIDAN: Uh...
FEFERI: Tell me! Don't pretend you're all EMBARRASSED
SUDDENLY!!!
ERIDAN: Ok, Fef... this is NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!
FEFERI: *gasp*
ERIDAN: I gotta go. Be back later wwhen it’s time to play.
SFX: Trollian Message End
FEFERI: Hum.
Last edited by arianadream; 09-26-2010 at 07:54 PM.
<Halfassured> I want a rocketpony. Pchoooooooooorse
Hey everyone, someone you don't know here. I haven't been following your thread at all, but I want you all to know that I'm super excited about this radio play, so I thought I'd be some sort of pointless cheering squad! It's good to know someone's listening right?
I just spent the past few hours dicking around on tindeck finding everything I could (I'm sure I missed a lot) You guys are totally awesome!
which are now CLOSED
and THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME
YES! That's right! The time has come to cast the remaining supporting roles in Hivebent: The Radio Play. Standard rules apply: no filters nor effects, and no takebacks or do-overs. So be sure you're happy with what you've got before you post it!
EDIT: Already cast actors are invited to audition, though we would rather have these round 3 parts go to people who don’t currently have a part. Certain parts (notably: the remaining members of the Midnight Crew, Poetry Troll, Unlucky Troll, and the Voices of the Dead) are geared towards new talent. But others (particularly ones that involve any kind of noises or crazy vocal effects) are fair game. So audition away!
If you’re unsure of whether or not you should be auditioning for a certain part, feel free to ask Fawn or myself.
Line 01 [official, pompous] Let it be known to all Trolls living and dead. This troll is now known as Bulgereek Nooksta-
Line 02 [catty] Fine, let it be known to all Trolls living and dead. This troll's name was always Karkat Vantas. As was previously mentioned, it is your wriggling day, which is barely even worth mentioning.
Line 01 – [melodramatic] The lawnrings are empty. Blood skims the voids in his porous cranial plates, as if grazing the hollow of a threshed stem, or, say, an abandoned cocoon. A sour note is produced. It's the one Agitation plays to make its audience squirm.
Line 02 – [angry] You’ve got your head up your nook is what you’ve got, you useless twit!
Line 03 – [terrified, but still trying] Augh! Hurts like– like– a fantasia of agony through every muscle, every nerve and every neuron and every axon in my cranial nook as I drift into a universe of pain where – gyahhhhhhhhh!
- could be male or female
- melodramatic and pissy
- preferably younger and whinier
Line 03 – [cheerful/grandmotherly while still growling] Such a shame, to see healthy young trolls have such bad luck in hate. Always brings a tear to my eye. Oh well, next house!
- male voice, older
- terrifying, slightly inhuman, but...
- ...capable of a quick shift into something almost campily cheerful
Line 01 – [excited] Hey Jack! Jack! Oh boy, you’ll never guess what I saw!
Line 02 – [polite/determined] But worry not. I have been brushing up on your "troll etiquette". Pardon me while I consult the appropriate pages. It will only be a moment.
LINE 03 – [scared/surprised] Whoa, where'd that hole come from?! Aaah!
- male
- a little childish
- a little squeaky
- a bit prissy
- and much too enthusiastic
Line 01 – [with increasing impatience] Yer making me mad, runt. Kiss that girl! I’ll rip yer horns off and put ‘em through yer eyes! I’ll pop yer little head like a grape! Yer a wimp, you know that? Make me sick. Kiss her! Kiss her, you wimp! Get up and kiss the girl! YOU KISS THAT GIRL THIS INSTANT!
- brutish
- deep voice
- violent yet jovial
- sentimental and completely off his rocker
Line 01 – [approving] That’s what I like to hear. As you were, then.
Line 02 – [getting down to business/hint of irritation] All right, better put the Gray Ladies away for now. Someone needs to grab the reins on timeline management here. These delinquents waste too much time.
Line 03 – [pleased/malicious] Payback scenarios notwithstanding. There's always time to be made for a good comeuppance.
- smooth and controlled
- sophisticated
- Jack without the rage and 50% more creepy
I had a lot of fun with this. ^.^ (Although I bet that the people currently in my house think that I'm a freak now.)
"If I saw my kid on their iPod at dinner, I would instantly assume they were talking to a creepy old guy."
- a friend
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."
- C. S. Lewis Jay-Arr is very silly. (It's another pointless formspring you guys.)
Thought I might try for it... VotD1s lines (each one is a different line because I still need to redownload audacity. ><). I mean, if I don't get the part, hey, what did I lose?