Aw man wigmund there you go making my fics look like crap again. All hail the wigmund! THough, I didn't just come to whine. Here's another chapter of the Ampora Files Case 124 (the number is because that's what I thought was Jade's birthday. It's 12/1, isn't it?
You are now Jade Harley, and you are currently slightly concerned about the detective you hired to investigate your grandfather’s murder. He seems like he might know what he’s doing, but at the same time he also seems to be acting out a dime novel, taking all the necessary pauses and speaking rough, smoking a pipe as he walks through the streets, seemingly immune to the vast disparities between the various groups in the city. Oh well. You’re sure he means well. You tend to assume that of everyone at first, though.
=> Jade: Do something foolish
You’re not doing anything of the sort! You’re just getting pet food for your dog, Becquerel, at the local pet shop. Bec’s a hungry…whatever kind of dog he is, and since a full dog is a happy dog, you need to keep your beloved dog satisfied.
“Hi Mr. Nitram!” you greet the shop owner as you walk in.
Though only five years older than you, Tavros Nitram has been very supportive of you since your grandfather died. He’s worked at this shop for at least 10 years, and has since become the owner. Bec’sstrange eating habits add up to quite a large sum of food spent on dog food and steaks, the “added preparation” notwithstanding. Mr. Nitram usually cuts you a deal, though, bless his soul.
“Hello, Jade, how, um, are you? Bec still doing well?”
“Of course! Thanks for helping out as always!”
“Oh, it was, uh, no problem. Just doing what I could!” he says, a smile breaking out on his face. “So I imagine you want the usual, huh?”
“Yes, but…” you start, before stopping short.
A question hangs at the tip of your tongue, and it hangs there for a while. You really don’t know how to propose it, or if you should. Tavros Nitram has a way with animals that even the most fervent animal lovers like yourself can’t parallel. It’s why the shop does so well, you suppose. And you suppose Mr. Nitram could be helpful, considering how unsuccessful your first interrogation went. You don’t know how well Detective Ampora will take it, but…it’s Mr. Nitram! Surely Tavros couldn’t hurt the investigation too bad, right?
“Um, Tavros?” you continue. “You’re really good with animals, right?”
“Uh, I guess so” he replies. “Why?”
“Well, it’s just that we were investigating the death of my grandfather, and well, we tried to interrogate a crocodile, but it didn’t go too well, and well, I was wondering if you could possibly help me out!”
“Oh, wow, Jade, um, I guess, I’d be honored to help you!” he replies. “I just need to get Marcie or someone to run the shop for me for a while”
A little while later, Tavros leaves the shop in the hands of an assistant, and you two head over to the Papershoosh residence. A nervous crocodile answers the door, and as far as you can tell, it’s the same grandfather crocodile that answered before. You’re sure that he tries his best to look after his family, and even if complete mess-ups like Jut show up every once and a while and completely blow any chance of financial progression, he really wants everyone to succeed!
“Hi, Mr. Papershoosh? It’s me, Jade Harley, and this is my friend, Tavros Nitram, and I was-“
“No bad squiggle horn troll?” he croaks.
“No, Detective Ampora will not be attending today,” you answer, rolling your eyes a little. Detective Ampora sure did a number on this family.
“Good. Jut upstairs if you look for him”
“You’re working with Detective Ampora? Isn’t, um, he kind of a, joke?” asks Tavros as you ascend the staircase. The stairs creak under your feet, and Tavros’ large horns end up scraping away some of the wallpaper.
“Yes, but I’m sure he tries hard and means well, you know? Anyway, I think this is his room.”
You cautiously open the door, and when no one opens the door, you step in. Jut appears to be sitting in some sort of makeshift bed, creaking and rotting away after the ages. You make a motion to Tavros that this is the guy, and you slowly approach.
“Jut Papershoosh? It’s me, Jade, I just came back to try and ask you a few things again,”
“I tell pretty lady all I can. No more is in head.”
“Well, I brought a friend here to try and help you fill up your head, Jut.”
You turn to Tavros, and whisper in his ear, “Ask him if he knows who hired him to kill my grandpa, please?”
Tavros reaches out to the crocodile, his hands rubbing Jut’s head in a caressing matter, and echoes your question. Jut’s eyes get wide and blurry, as his mind seems to drift elsewhere. He starts to speak in low, guttural tones that don’t seem exactly like naks. You can’t make heads or tails of it, but Tavros quickly translates.
“I, um, think that he’s saying, that one of his cousins, um, told a man, that Jut needed money, or, um, something, and then the old man gave Jut money so he could kill him, and then showed him how to fire a pistol? I don’t really know, my crocodile isn’t very good.”
“Is he giving a name? Anything?”
“It’s all gobbledegook, but, hmm, I think, maybe, it was a, um, a Vidra Nedrin?”
“I don’t know anyone by that name!”
“Um, well, it could have been a mob boss, or someone, I don’t know what, your, um, grandfather did.”
“I guess I really don't either...Well, thank you, Tavros. I’ll ask Eridan if he can find anyone by that name, and we’ll make sure they pay for what they’ve done!” you say, hopeful despite not knowing who the killer is. It’s actually better this way, you think. It’d be worse if you did know who the killer was, you think. You’d hate to be betrayed.
You give Tavros a hug, and then walk out the door. Once you walk out the door, you realize that Tavros didn’t follow behind you. A few seconds later, he walks out the door, says that he was just finishing up, checking on Mr. Papershoosh, and then walks out with you. You have to tell Eridan about this!
=> Speaking of which…
“Fucking finally. Here it ith.”
“Holy shit I thought your computer wwas gonna explode,” you exclaim.
“Yourth would’ve if we ended up uthing it. Your computer is five yearths old, you know that right?”
“It’s a classic.”
“It’th a piethe of thit ED. Now can we jutht finith thith before EQ catcheth on?”
“Yeah let’s see blah blah McDonald’s paycheck, etc, and one deposit of 2,000 boonbucks by a Mr. DPB.”
“That mean anything to you?” asks Sollux.
“Not a thing,” you answer.
“Lookth like you get to play thleuth again then”
“I’m not playin sleuth Sol this is the real deal”
“Well then good luck on the real deal, then. I’m gonna wath my handth and go back to working the front dethk, if you don’t mind. And remember, we had a deal. No fucking calling on me if you can’t figure out how to work the thift key.”
“Yeah, yeah, get lost I got this,” you respond, and go back to your headquarters.
You don’t really know any major criminals who have those initials. All of the Felt members go by one word names, so it could be any of them, but the Felt tends to deal with artifacts, not murder of innocent grandfathers. Unless Hass Harley had a powerful artifact that could have been useful to the Felt, in which case they would’ve just stolen it from him, most likely not killed him. The Midnight Crew, for all you know, have the same names that they go by. None of them have the initials DB. Unless it was both Diamonds Droog and Hearts Boxcars together paying the funds, but you doubt it. They’d more likely threaten someone to do the dirtywork, rather than pay them to do it. Actually, that eliminates most of the gangs in this city. Why pay when you can threaten with violence? Clearly this was someone trying to stay clean. Someone with ties to Hass Harley. You don’t know anything about the man, so you think you’re going to need another resource. That’s part of what bein’ a P.I. is all about, anyways. Being resourceful. You’re going to need someone with a lot of information, more than anyone could need.
You pick up the phone and call one of your dames. She’s a good dame, knows her place and won’t cross you.
“Hey, Kan, I’m gonna need the help of a Seer.”
As always, comments and criticisms are welcome. Even though Eridan's close to solving the murder, there's still a good bit of a story to be told. Including something that isn't just people talking/Eridan being dependent on other people to do his work ("using his resources")
Last edited by zebtrestalala; 05-30-2011 at 08:48 PM.
The Land of Forests and Industry (Greater Houston Metroplex)
Re: TROLL!COPS: The AU
I'm working my way through this. I've got to say that I love all of this. It's also inspired me enough to want to try to make a Troll Cops comic issue from all of this. (My own take, at least.)
So, what would be appropriate to put up? Finished pics I know, but thumbnails? Script? I mean, this is going to take a while.
Here's a draft of the first page script, at least:
Establishing shot. Long panel. It's a metropolitan city by the sea, looking like some strange mash up of Houston, TX and New York, NY, somehow looking a little unique while also being every metropolitan area ever. It's evening, and the city is bathed with the light of the setting sun. Humans are turning getting ready to turn in for the evening, the early rising trolls are getting up, and the carapaced people are just doing their thing.
Narrator: Alternia. The city that cannot sleep.
Closing in, normal grid panel. Overhead shot. A lone police car is driving. The streets are relatively clear.
Narrator: It's a tough job keeping this streets free of crime.
Closer in on the police car. Shot's at an angle.
Narrator: Fortunatly, we have...
Long panel. The two trolls in the car are Terezi and Sollux. They're both in police uniforms, and wearing their normal glasses. Terezi looks somewhat tired, while Sollux is keeping his eyes on the road.
Narrator: TROLL COPS!
Terezi: I hate early shifts.
Sollux: Thuck it up, Pyrope.
The trio froze when the all too dreadfully familiar laughter drifted towards them along with the equally familiar sociopathic toothy grin.
"Did you three have fun cleaning up my little 'accident'?" Terezi beamed at the disguised Karkat gang as she looped an arm around her beleaguered squad partner's neck. He sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Karkat started to yammer something but Officers Pyrope and Captor swept by them, Terezi still gazing straight ahead, but Sollux gave the three a slightly confused glance.
"Bluh, I hate those chemicals you guys use," Terezi muttered in passing, "Always messes with my nose."
Karkat glanced behind himself to watch the duo round a corner in the hall and disappear from sight before breathing a sigh of relief. Nepeta's eyes were as large as plates and Gamzee had pulled his hat down so low that his nose was barely visible.
"Too fucking close guys, too fucking close."
He nudged his partners and they continued on towards the Commissioner's office. Avoiding other officers whenever possible, bolting past an office containing a worried-looking DOOF officer who was wiping his sweaty brow with a overly damp towel and stopping only briefly to listen in on some rather juicy banter emanating from the HQ's dispatch office. Nepeta's eyes lit up as she listened in there.
"Fucking hell no Nep, we need to keep going."
After what seemed like an eternity to Karkat, they reached the Commissioner's Office. The overly decorated door boasted a large bronze plaque that proclaimed:
OFFICE OF ALTERNIA CITY POLICE COMMISSIONER
"Guess this is the motherfucking right place my best fucking friend," Gamzee's glazed gaze shifted from the door to Karkat. Karkat glared at his high friend and then opened the door.
They made their way into the office but were shocked when they found themselves face to face with the Commissioner himself.
Who was busy making paper hats for himself. A particularly majestic example of which he was currently wearing upon his carapaced head.
"Who intrudes into my office? This is a most flagrant violation of office policy! I should have you three punished! Who are you that would intrude upon my jurisdiction?" Righteous proclaimed as he pointed an overly long baton at the three and gestured wildly with his free hand, "I will have you three thrown to the judges! They will relish the chance to punish violators of the Alternia City Police Headquarters Code of Conduct!"
He continued rambling, pointing and occasionally stomping on the desk, causing the clutter gathered upon its surface to jump and bounce about. That is, the clutter he hadn't kicked to the ground before the Karkat Gang entered his domain.
Nepeta was the first to speak up, "Um, Mister Commissipurr, we are the cleaning crew. We're here to clean your office."
Commissioner Righteous stopped, "Oh, janitorial services. Your intrusion is forgiven then." He jumped down from the desk and started to head out of his office. As he was leaving he turned to face the three, "But is it not Wilma Quiche that usually performs the weekly janitorial duties on the last workday of the week of my office?"
Karkat and Gamzee looked at Nepeta, who looked up at them and then back to the curious Dersite, "Oh...she happened to be sick this week. Terrible case of infur- I mean influenza and would miss work on Furiday at the furry least. So they sent us up to clean your purrfect office today."
Karkat started to move a free hand towards his face, to hide his fear that everything had been blown. But he was shocked when Armstrong nodded in agreement and then started to walk away from them, "Influenza?! Dreadful human disease, I shall have a note expressing my concerns for her well-being and beauty along with a bouquet of flowers sent to her." He closed the door behind himself as he left.
The three stared at the door and then the two guys looked down at Nepeta who was wearing a huge grin upon her face. Karkat started to yammer, but stopped when she enthusiastically hugged him, "I GOT TO ROLEPURRLAY KARKITTY! Didn't I do a good job?"
"Yes you did, thanks for that. Can't believe the Commissioner is such a fucking idiot though."
"It was kind of obvious when you looked at the door Karkitty," Nepeta gave Karkat a sidelong glance with a malevolent grin.
"That's true, now let's find out what Mr. Pupa wants us to do next."
Karkat pulled out the notes:
Would you kindly get onto the Commissioner's personal computer and activate a series of programs.
The instructions on what to do are as follows...
Karkat hestiantly followed the instructions from the note. Fucking hell he wasn't any good with computers. Last time he messed with one it exploded and wiped out power for most of the Settlements for three weeks. But Mr. Pupa's notes were remarkably easy to follow.
Also, it helped that the Commissioner had his password on a note stuck to the monitor. AUTHORITY. Fitting password for the lunatic.
After doing some rudimentary programming following the instructions from Pupa. Karkat was instructed to use some wires that were conviently hidden in Gamzee's pockets - "Fuck if I noticed those motherfucking things" - and make some connections between the Commissioner's computer and the phone on his desk.
"Don't know why the fuck we're doing this, but let's see what's next," Karkat flipped to the last page of the note and froze as he looked at the last instruction from their boss.
Well, their former boss.
Would you kindly meet your end at the hands of the APD.
I have no further use of you or your acquaintences as employees.
Karkat started to breathe heavily and was trying to keep from panicking. But they could see something was wrong.
"What's wrong? What does Mr. Pupurr want us to do next?"
"Yeah, what's the motherfucking deal? Why are you fucking sweating?"
Karkat took a deep breath and wadded up the note, tossing it into the trash, "THE FUCKING ASSHOLE HAS BETRAY-"
"I'll just check it out, the call said someone broke into the Commish's office," the three watched the door open revealing a cop who was laughing at someone still in the hallway, "What kind of fucking moron would do that here? I mean-"
He froze when he saw the trio clustered around the desk. Everyone muttered "Oh fuck" at the same time.
"HOLY SHIT, WE'VE GOT-"
The officer was cut short when a window pane shattered and a hole appeared in his forehead. He collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
"Oh shit, we are fucked."
"Oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckohfuck...not fucking miracles..."
Now I need to figure out how to get them out of this situation.
But yeah, Mr. Pupa betrayed the Karkat Gang. Why will be explained later as well as why he needed them to do this.
"it's been about a year since can town was attacked by the alternian invasion military's last members. would've been worse if the humans didn't show up. they somehow won against the trolls, and spared us, despite being carapaces. but the trolls wanted to bargain something for that. they wanted the majority of the city to be under THEIR control. EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE THE ONE THAT LOST! WHAT'S WORSE WAS THAT THE HUMANS AGREED. WE WERE LUCKY TO BE SPARED, BUT NOW WE'RE REGARDED AS 'LOWER THAN REDBLOODS!' IT DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING GOOD! WE WERE NOW THE MISTREATED PEASANTS OF 'ALTERNIA CITY.' BUT ABOVE ALL, IT'S A MONARCHY! I HATE THEIR QUEEN. 'HIS IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION,' AS SHE WAS CALLED. SHE'S NOT A KING, BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME HATE HER ANY LESS." WV, now known as the WANDERING VIGILANTE, said these words in disgust, to his friend currently next to him.
"yeah, first of all wv, this is an empire, not a monarchy. second, you think that's bad? look around. crime. it's everywhere. oppression, corruption, murder, slave driving, vandalism, jaywalking, you name it. there's just so much crime i can't stand it. and it's all because of the trolls and their way of life." AR, now the ARBITER RENEGADE, said to WV, almost sharing his opinion that this city was as bad as it could get.
"heck, if it wasn't for the green-blood and blue-blood standing up for us, we'd be killed. at least pm got off easy, as mail courier for the city. the king and queen, not so much. i still can't believe that the purple-blood messed them up that badly. but i'd rather not talk about that..." AR felt a chill down his spine as he said this. WV tried to shift the topic.
"yeah... hey, ar, it's been almost a year... can't believe that time flies that fast. it felt like days. ever since we became undercover heroes. how'd we even manage to avoid suspicion, right? maybe those trolls ain't as smart as we thought." WV attempted to make a jab at the trolls.
"haha, yeah... man... i wanna stop those crimes right now. i'd do that, definitely. i wanna help that seppucrow fella stop them midnight crew guys. i don't know how he'd make it out alive, when even problem sleuth and his gang couldn't stop em completely. sure, they'd roughed 'em up a bit, but that's all they managed. both sides couldn't deal enough damage to the other to completely stop them, so they stayed out of each other's hairs." AR laughed and suddenly delved into the past.
Ten months ago, more survivors of the First Skaian War showed up in Alternia city. Carapaces, humans, trolls, they all showed. About a month after that, three groups of carapaces established themselves as the top criminal forces in the city. The Midnight Crew, The Felt, and Mobster Kingpin and his LEGITIMATE ESTABLISHMENT mob. Those guys were just the beginning, though. There was also Marquise Mindfang and the Gamblignants, and Orphaner Dualscar. That's not even mentioning the Red Holocaust of 10/25/2404, a mass culling of red-bloods that had vaguely enough motives for treason, but not much. It was a real bloody mess. Subjugglators had their field day and art classes. Crime rates couldn't have been higher, with revenge and all that...
Miraculously, a month after THAT, crime rates have gone down, partly due to the main criminals taking out any competition, and partly because of the vigilantes that have been springing up. Two of them being WV and AR, the very first vigilantes. The rest of them were a group known as The Guardians. The Guardians were a group of four adults, named Seppucrow, Gritman, Jasper Skaiance, and Hass the Flame. Crime rates were really low with them taking out any criminals they could find. Then the Consorts showed up in the sewers about a month later. That was WV and AR's first meeting with The Guardians. They collaborated to keep the consorts at bay, until they were promptly dealt with by the authorities. Even then, the sewers still weren't safe, and entry was forbidden since then. After that, it was the usual deal. Stopping crime, visiting PM, WQ, and WK...
Six months later, the month before today, WQ and WK died. It was unknown whether it was a murder; the evidence was inconclusive. It was a sad day for their group, but for the rest, it couldn't have been a better day. Even the humans were celebrating. All of them did, except the five humans that saved them, the two trolls who stood up for them, and the Guardians. That made fourteen out of tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of celebrating people, mourning the deaths of these two.The Guardians retired that day, and started living normally.
Crime rates were at an all-time low that day. And shot up to shocking proportions the day after, and every day since. The trio was still recovering from their deaths. PM took every day off and refused to carry the mail, or even read it. WV and AR put a halt to their vigilante work momentarily, regardless of the crime rates. All they did was perch themselves on the edge of the roof of Skaianet Labs and observe the chaos below, making spiteful comments at the trolls and telling jokes. Today... It was a bit different.
"HEY F*CK*SSES, THIS IS MY SPOT. NOW GET THE F*CK OUT, I'M PLANNING A F*CKING UPRISING HERE."
"WAIT A MINUTE I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU THAT! NOW GET OUT BEFORE I F*CKING MAKE YOU! AND YOU BETTER KEEP QUIET ABOUT THIS!"
Well, that was a weirds note to end it on, but I'm planning something here. I'm following canon characters for now. And reusing canon plots. Yeah... I'm running out of ideas. This should be predictable
WV speaks in bold, AR in italics.
This takes place at around 2405. The main characters will be born in about two years. I chose the year 2404 for the Red Holocaust because it's 18 (6+12) years before 2422.
The Guardians names: Seppucrow is obvious. Gritman came from Mangrit. Jasper Skaiance came from Jaspers, and a portmanteau of Skaia and science. Hass the Flame is also obvious.
Part Two has some exposition as to who exactly attacked Can Town and who saved them.
Last edited by aspiringHelpfulness; 05-30-2011 at 05:22 AM.
Your writing has great strength. When I was first reading about Crevan, I was rather concerned about how he would turn out as a character since he has anger super powers (I know they're not actually powers, I'm simplifying for shorthand). However, you're making a good character out of him, especially with the admission that he carries hatred without justification ("without justification" is also shorthand). This is a story I'll be watching closely.
Gallad's quirk is meant to be serpentine, no? It's fun inventing quirks.
Oh, by the way, here's your soul. I think you accidentally left it with me back on page 79.
Thanks for the compliments!
With gallad I was going for more of a stereotypical mob boss feel, pronouncing the s more like a z, but it works as hissing too. To explain Crevan's: It's supposed to sound very snooty, like some stuck up young nobleman. T|-|E L||\|ES are him subconsciously putting himself a step above everyone else, even in writing.
It's good to see you back Wigmund, I always enjoy your stuff.
This seems like a really awesome idea and I've gotten a couple of ideas floating around in my head about it. I just have a question...
Firstly, how solid is this fanon? Am I allowed to go completely off the handle and not reference any other fic at all? Is there anything that should remain constant across all fics? I'm not talking the basic stuff like "Who's a criminal, who's a cop", "The Karkat gang is made up of three trolls and are under Dr. Pupa" and things of the sort. I'm talking like, whether the Karkat Gang live in a house or not, or what the city is structured like, or the personalities of each character.
I hope I don't sound too businesslike or anything. I'm still getting used to this forum. Please don't eat me.
Major writer's block on Eridan's story, so I wrote about 15-year-old Mr. Pupa instead.
Tavros wheeled himself into the pet store in time to see a young human girl crying. He would have placed her in the eight to ten range, which meant she was a bit too old to be throwing a fit for not getting the pet she wanted. Was she crying for something else, then?
She was standing alone by the checkout counter, holding a wire cage with a couple of rodents in it. Hamsters, perhaps? Upon hearing Tavros' entrance, she glanced to the door and stared as his wheelchair for a bit before remembering that she was being impolite. Blushing a bit, she looked up at his face, her eyes glistening with tears.
Tavros put on his compassionate face. "eR, PARDON ME, BUT, UM, MAY i ASK WHAT IS THE MATTER?"
The girl sniffled. "We're moving, and the new place won't let us keep any pets, not even gerbils." Ah, not hamsters.
Tavros pushed his wheels and rolled up to the counter beside her. Leaning forward, he looked into the cage. "wHAT ARE THEIR NAMES?"
She sniffed again. "Dusty and Blink. Dusty is the brown one, and the white and gray one is Blink." The beginnings of a smile started to show on her face; apparently, she liked talking about her pets.
"aND WHAT, ER, IS YOUR NAME?"
"My name is Sarah."
Tavros smiled. "wELL, sARAH, MY NAME IS tAVROS, i SOMETIMES COME HERE AFTER MY LESSONS TO SPEND TIME WITH THE ANIMALS," He reached out with his mind and calmed down the gerbils, making them feel comfortable with him. "tHEY ALWAYS SEEM TO LIKE ME,"
The gerbils scurried to the corner of the cage closest to Tavros, looking at him through the wires. Sarah watched them for a bit, then looked at Tavros. "tHEY SEEM SO FRIENDLY," he said. "wHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING WITH THEM?"
Sarah's eyes were again downcast. "None of my friends would take them, so I'm asking the pet store people if they can take them and sell them to a new home."
Tavros reached out his hands. "mAY i HOLD THEM?"
Sarah blinked in surprise. "Um, sure!" She set the cage down and opened the door.
Immediately, Blink ran out the door. "Oh!" Sarah exclaimed, about to chase him down, but it ran right toward Tavros.
Tavros looked down at his feet. "i'M AFRAID, UM, THAT i CAN'T REACH HIM, cOULD YOU PICK HIM UP FOR ME?"
Sarah scuttled over to Tavros' chair and picked up Blink. "Did you see how he ran right to you?" she asked, handing the gerbil over. "I think he likes you!"
"aNIMALS OFTEN DO," Tavros said, taking Blink and setting it down in his lap. "i COULD TAKE CARE OF THEM," he offered.
Sarah's smile was immediate and bright. "You'd do that? Oh, thank you so much! Do you know how to take care of gerbils? They're social animals, so you need to play with them. Can you do that?"
Tavros nodded. "i TAKE MY LESSONS AT HOME, SO i'LL BE AVAILABLE," He started stroking Blink's fuzzy back.
"Oh, good! Also, you'll need to use to wooden toys instead of plastic ones, because they can eat through plastic ones, and that's bad for them. You can buy packaged gerbil food here. They love fruits, but don't give them too much, or it'll upset their tummies. Oh, and also, change their water every day, and clean their cage once a week. I tried to take them on a walk once, but that didn't work, so I don't think you should try that." As if he even could. "If their teeth get too long, you'll need to take them to the vet to get them clipped. They're social animals, so they should be kept together. Oh! And another thing, don't blow in their faces, since that can cause seizures..."
And on she went. A full five minutes later, she and Tavros left the pet store, him with the cage in his lap, and their paths split at the shop's entrance.
Tavros had once owned a pet snake. He thought it would help him come to some sort of epiphany, since it had no legs and still struck fear into the hearts of so many. It didn't, and he had it taken away shortly after it came into his possession. Despite their leglessness, snakes weren't like him. They were built to slither and crawl on the ground, and Tavros was meant for greater things. Tavros was meant to fly. He would not overcome his handicap like a character in one of those sappy inspirational movies his maid loved so much - he would bypass the problem altogether.
In this spirit, Tavros had picked up a pet giant centipede. This particular specimen had over sixty legs, more than enough for anyone. "Hello, Pupa. I brought you some new friends." Centipedes did not actually undergo pupation, but Tavros really liked the name Pupa. It kind of fit, since the centipede had to molt several times throughout its life. When done molting, it would eat its old skin; there was a brutal efficiency about that which Tavros found appealing.
He set the gerbils' cage next to Pupa's aquarium. The two-foot predator lifted its head, waving its antennae in expectation. "Pupa, meet Blink. I'll introduce you to Dusty later." Picking up a pair of chopsticks, Tavros lifted the gray and white gerbil out of its cage and lowered it into the centipede's tank. "Play nice."
I know that centipedes don't really get that big. It's fiction, and the size of the centipede is dramatized therefor.
This was mainly written to make sure I didn't get too rusty at writing, but I think it offered me a chance to look into Mr. Pupa's head a bit, back in its early stages - you could almost call him Mr. Larva at this point. *gets shot for terrible joke* Anyways, though, I think his approach to pets as a motif for his handicap gives us some insight into him and his goals.
Said goals being the acquisition of First Guardian powers, as detailed in Setting Up the Board. And that reminds me, I still have to work on Ektos so that the concept doesn't suck so much. I'll get right on that.
Also, I've missed the attention. ;)
Welcome, CalamityCons. I just realized that every one of your posts so far was in this thread. Welcome! :)
“So Eridan You Are Looking To Investigate Anyone Who Had Ties To Hass Harley With The Initials of DPB?”
“Yep you got it”
“And You Believe That Us At SEER Can Help You,” she continues. Kanaya has an odd way of expressing what she thinks, restating the obvious in a snarky, disbelieving tone to try and deconstruct it in front of your face. It’d be irritating if it hadn’t helped you before.
“Absolutely. You guys got dirt on evverybody in this damn city,” you reply. “Evven me right?”
“I assure you, Ampora, it doesn’t take much to have dirt on you,” says Rose, “the Seer,” Lalonde, from a doorway. She glides over to where you and Kanaya are talking, her dress moving in a way that makes it seem like she isn’t even moving her legs.
“And why would we want to help you, Detective? We don’t just hand out our information to anyone who asks, you know. I’d like to think we have some principles”
“I’m doin an invvestigation of a murder, and I need some help gettin a check on this guy. Hass Harley, you know the guy?”
“Eridan Did You Know That Hass Harley Was One Of the Founding Fathers Of SEER?”
“Wwait, I thought you guys founded S.E.E.R.?”
“A common misconception, Mr. Ampora. While I made this organization famous with my deductive skills, the Society for Ectotechnological and Energy Research actually had a function before I came along. My mother was actually part of this organization for a while,” she explains. “Furthermore, I must ask, did you know that Ms. Harley also works here?”
“Uh, yeah I did,” you respond.
“So why is Jade not here? Surely she would want to know who was responsible for this crime,” says Rose, a dry smile on her face.
“Look, I’m just tryin to protect her noww let me do my job.”
“I Believe That It Is A Common Misconception That Hiding Information From Someone Will Protect Them Eridan And I Think That You Could Have Probably Saved Yourself Some Time And Effort If You Had Just Asked Jade To Look Into It For You,” Kanaya adds.
“Okay alright apparently it’s take potshots at Eridan hour so wwhy don’t you just get the snarky bullshit outta your systems so I can actually do my job and find out wwho killed Old Man Harley,” you snap back. Broads. You should’ve known better than to expect nothing but bullshit from ‘em. They’re all the same.
“As tempting as that may be, Detective,” Rose begins, a small laugh escaping from her lips. “I believe we’ll give you the assistance that you need, on the condition that you tell Jade everything that you find out.”
“Okay quick question wwhy the hell are you play Mom to Harley, I mean wwhat does it matter to you?”
“Unlike you, Mr. Ampora, I actually care about and protect my friends. Perhaps that is why you have so few,” she responds, as cool as a glacier against the naked skin.
“What Rose Means Is That We Care A Lot About Jade As Friend And Coworker And We Don’t Want Her To Suffer Or Get Gypped Out of A Closure On This Matter,” Kanaya interjects.
“Right thanks noww can wwe get goin,” you respond, your ego bruised.
“Right This Way”
The device they use is relatively simple. It’s a big computer with lots of wires and flashing lights, and several wires that go into further devices that you don’t understand. But at heart, it’s a big computer with lots of faces stored on it. You wonder if anyone’s ever used it for social networking.
“So we’ll just pull up a profile for the late Hass Harley, and try to find people who were close to him with the initials DPB,” Rose explains. “It shouldn’t be too difficult.”
The data’s entered, and the computer takes a minute to calculate the information processed in it.
“So this is the big secret behind S.E.E.R? A giant computer?”
“This is a compendium of our work, Detective. How we get the information is another matter completely. It’s more work than it appears.”
“It Appears There’s A Result On The Computer. There’s A Man By The Name Of Damian Pitre Bonaparte, Who He Travelled With On Several Of His Adventures, And A…David Patrick Brinner.”
“Hmm. Of the two, I’d have to go with Dr. Brinner, as a likely suspect.”
“Wwait. Howw do you knoww this guy is a doctor?”
“Because he used to work here, Detective. He worked with my mother and Mr. Harley. I’ll tell you everything you know if you give me a second.”
You’re not Rose, but she’ll comply anyways.
“Dr. Brinner worked closely with my mother and Hass on an ectobiological research project, researching the connection between the dead and the living, and how to bring both the past and the dead back into the present and the living. Dr. Brinner claimed that he was a “Ghost Psychologist,” and that he needed to work on this project so he could better communicate with the dead and solve all of the terrible psychological problems that being dead could cause.”
“But couldn’t he only be a ghost psychologist if they wwere ghosts or somethin?”
“He wasn’t the most sensible person, from what my mother told me. Nor stable. But his enthusiasm was well received by Mr. Harley. He truly believed that there was a way to create a machine that could branch the worlds of the living and the dead, and he would do anything to make that machine a reality. At first, my mother and Hass shared his enthusiasm, and worked to study ectoplasm and psychic energies involved, but eventually they realized that they weren’t making as much progress on it as they hoped, and only Dr. Brinner worked with as much fervor as they originally had. Though it was eventually completed, and was by all means a group effort, my mother believes that Dr. Brinner thought that he was cheated, and that he should have had all the money. Mr. Harley was the lead researcher, so when he turned up dead, it was very fortuitous for Dr. Brinner. I don’t know what’s being done with the machine nowadays, but one of the last actions my mother did before she was removed from the patent was to install one in S.E.E.R. laboratories. After the incident, Dr. Brinner left, presumably to market this possibly unstable technology in less than legitimate markets. Nonetheless, the technology isn’t cheap to build, so more than likely it is a rare find.”
“An she told all of that to you?”
“No, of course not. My mother didn’t let me know much of her personal life. However, I was able to pull up a log of hers on the computer just now, and was able to piece together what happened,” Rose explains, looking towards the door expectantly.
“Now Eridan Make Sure You Let Jade Know About This Or Else There Will Be Serious Repercussions,” Kanaya adds, a serious look on her face.
“One last thing,” you add before you abscond from these two insufferable broads. “Any idea wwhere he livves?”
“The computer reads that his last residence was 123 Hog Road, and that he should still be living there,” Rose replies. “Don’t make waste, Detective. I want this man to have justice as well.”
“Wwill do, ladies,” you reply, as you walk out the door.
=> Eridan: Rendezvous with the client
It isn’t too hard to contact Jade. In Problem Sleuth’s time, maybe you’d have a hard time of finding her, and there’d be a car chase with a bunch of goons, but it’s the modern day, and you only have to dial her up on your cell phone. The S.E.E.R. building itself has horrible reception (probably to avoid tracking and all that stuff that private organizations hate) but outside the clear blue sky lets the transmission flow smoothly. Fort Skaian doesn’t seem to interfere with the signal at all, despite its close proximity to the building.
You tell her to meet you back at the Police Station, and you’ll tell her everything that you know. As much as you want to go and confront the murderer, you should wait to tell Jade first. You kind of fear the wrath of an angry woman more than the bullet.
Not that you don’t jump out of the way of one when you’re shot at.
Like you’re being shot at now.
You have no idea where the shot came from. It was really out of nowhere, as soon as you stepped off the property of Fort Skaian, a bullet whizzed about 3 or 4 feet to your right. Soon after, several more gunshots erupt in the relative silence of the military district. You’d expect something like this in Projects of the Narrows, but not this place. Whoever it is definitely is not the brightest, and definitely followed you here.
A shriek breaks through the overpowering noise of the gunshots, screaming, “JUT DEAD. TROLL KILL JUT!”
Fuck, that explains it. Stupid fuckin consorts blaming a freakin overdose on you just because you played a little rough with their third cousin or whatever. Only a crocodile would start a firefight near one of the most heavily guarded bases in Alternia City. However, you know you’re on your own. No one’s gonna break security to help out a P.I. Nonetheless, they don’t realize how much shit they’ve got themselves into.
“I didn’t kill Jut you fuckin morons! He probably just ovverdosed on wwhatevver drugs he’s on!”
“DRUGS NO STAB PEOPLE. TROLL KILL JUT!”
Well shit, now he committed suicide. Well, that’s what you get for trying to rationalize with animals. The only reason they’re going to see now is the end of a barrel.
You look out over the jersey barrier that you’ve taken for shelter, and spot a flash of red in one of the alleyways. While they may be trying to hit you with amateur pistols and machine guns, a typical thug-like animals weapon, you’re decked out with the Ahab’s Crosshairs, a family heirloom that you may have unrightfully stolen from a family that disowned you. This rifle has more precision than any croc’s weapon, and you know it.
Leaping forward, you go into a roll, dashing forward to the next available shelter, a car parked unfortunately at the side of the road. Yeah, the insurance is definitely getting paid by them. The barrage of bullets puts a steel drum symphony to shame, and the throbbing in your head puts a bass drum to shame. The side view mirror catches glimpses of red darting in the alleyways, and you think you have a good idea of where one of the crocs is.
Peering through the shattered window, you aim the crosshairs to right where you saw him poking out, and wait. Any second now and-
The crosshairs fire off a burst of sparkling blue energy, pulsing and twisting as it pierces the head of the gangster. The croc falls to the ground, a few shots going off on a crappily made AK-47 as it falls beside him. You know what happens now. The amateurs get mad about their fallen friends, and then they start getting stupid. This isn’t an intelligent war. This is just a bunch of angry, hormone driven animals who think you did something you didn’t.
Sure enough, you start seeing more red in the sideview mirror. Like the unintelligent group animals they are, they instinctively think that sticking together in packs makes them safer. It just makes a bigger target.
What you didn’t count on, but you luckily caught, is the oil that is currently dripping out of the side of the car, and pooling underneath it. You know how guns are fired, what with the explosive force behind it. Bottom line is, they’re hot. And oh fuck are they using tracer rounds those little shits.
As you start sprinting away from the parked explosive device, the resulting explosion clips you in the leg, leading you to tumble and flip a bit in the air as you attempt to dive behind a nearby tree. You take a second to nurse your injuries. Looks like it’s a little bruised, but luckily your Sleuth Roll was successful, and it wasn’t hurt too badly. However, the smoke is making it hard for you to take aim at the crocodiles. However, these are the crosshairs you’re talking about. Not your everyday pawn shop weapon. It’s scope is unrivaled by commonplace rifles. You pick out a speck of red that doesn’t quite blend in with the flames, and take aim. Over the roar of the flames, you can barely perceive a gurgling cry, and more swarm to their fallen comrade. Amateurs. You pick them all off easily.
You don’t really have a count of how many crocodiles attacked you, but you’re sure they’re not done. One appears from an alleyway on your side of the tree, and spots you as soon as you spot him. Luckily, the firing rate of the crosshairs is unparalleled as well, and before he can even pick up his gun his stomach is ripped open by a beam of wrath.
This almost seems to be too easy.
Just as you think that, you are grabbed by a clawed hand from behind, and realize too late that you exposed you back side for a bit too long. You find yourself in a death grip from behind from a crocodile, and his jaws look ready to actually rips your arm off. You twist and butt stroke him with the crosshairs, but he tears at your side with his claws while turning away. Enraged, you begin to club him over the head with the crosshairs several times, before realizing what you’re doing, and just shoot him.
That’s it. You need to get out of here. These red scaley assholes don’t even know what they’re doing. Sure, they’re trying to fuckin kill you but they probably really think you killed Jut Papershoosh. And every one that you kill in self defense is more paperwork. It’s not sleuth-like to get into stupid arguments like this, you tell yourself.
You break into a run; away from where you were engaged, trying to take as much cover as you can. You’re not being a coward, you’re being smart. Smart people run. Also, running people’s legs smart. You’re not injured. It’s a good pain. You should run more often. Any time now that endorphin high will start up and everything will be fine. You’re so happy that you end up shooting two more crocodiles that come at you with machine guns.
You can’t really keep this up for much longer. Your leg is injured, and you need to stop, but the crocodiles are probably on your tail, predators they are on the hunt of their prey. You need something that will be a sure get away, and you think you know what it is. S.E.E.R. lies relatively close to the Lolar River, one of four rivers that flow through the city. It’s clear, it’s beautiful, and it’s romantic, but more important than that now, it’s water. Which you can breathe. Which crocodiles can’t.
With a final wind, you finally reach the bridge that overlooks the river, and, wasting no time, make a dive off of it into the clear river beneath. You hold your body rigid, and splash somewhat gracefully into the clear water below.
Damn it, you JUST bought this trenchcoat. You really hate the dry cleaners, man, they’re freaking racist against trolls. And you’re pretty sure they’re run by the Midnight Crew.
Muttering to yourself, you start swimming back towards the police headquarters.
Welp, that's the guy who paid Jut off for killing Grandpa. I hope you don't all shoot me for using this guy as involved in the murder. I tried some second-person action this time around, not sure how it went. Tell me what you think as always.
Oh, and this fanfic is currently taking up 35 pages in Microsoft Word and counting. Do I write too much?
Last edited by zebtrestalala; 06-01-2011 at 09:08 PM.
Reason: adding past chapters
Haha, yeah, I like writing one shots more than series fics, but this one got away from me!
I have to say that I like that little voyage into Mr. Pupa's past, and that even though it's contained at 15, he still is merciless and ambitious.
I also like Wigmund's fic, like always you always keep us guessing and wanting more.
Tales of the Kitsune is also good, and interesting. Even fantrolls can have a very definite place in this AU, and your writing is quite interesting and I want to see more of Crevan's story now. Everybody cheers for the underdog, after all.
Looking forward to your fic, Calamity.
Oh, and aH, I don't know, I don't think your story flowed very well. It kinda seemed like a comic book, what with these characters talking about all of their respective backstories like daily conversations. THat just might be my personal opinion.
Oh, and aH, I don't know, I don't think your story flowed very well. It kinda seemed like a comic book, what with these characters talking about all of their respective backstories like daily conversations. THat just might be my personal opinion.
Thanks for that opinion. I've never been really good at descriptions. And it shows. Maybe I'll be able to write properly in the final parts. Maybe.
Okay, since I'm still a newbie to these forums I'm going to see if I can figure out how upload images here first before I post my fic, since there will be images in it. I'm not going to ask for tips here since this isn't really the place for it, but at least I can let you guys decide if my artwork is good or not.
I've been thinking about kind of a sequel world to Trollcops, like what happens to the cops when they begin to go their separate ways, as many as ten years from now or more. Mostly what prompted this in my head was "Aradia! Godtierplz!" xD
I thought Terezi might become a part of S.E.E.R. eventually since she is the Seer of Mind.
But something I thought might be sort of cool was if some of the cops became Agents. Like instead of James Bond, Agent 007: Sollux Captor, Agent 002. > In essence, blind S0llux is a secret agent.
His predecessor or partner, Agent 001, was supposed to be Equius--since those are his numbers--but something happened to Equius, so Aradia took his place. In doing so, she came back to life, and became Aradia Megido, time-traveling Agent 001.
Perhaps Aradia's time-traveling capabilities would be activated when she became an Agent, so that she and Agent 002 could go back and forth between times to administer not only justice, but Destiny, properly. I figure that Agent 001 has the ability to physically travel into any time and any space--dream bubbles included--but Agent 002 can view all of these places and times in his mind, simultaneously if necessary. Therefore, Sollux is responsible for planning their missions, and Aradia responsible for making his plans happen.
Agent 001's greatest rivals would be, of course, the Strider Mafia, and her past selves. Maybe she and Agent 002 would be considered super-heroes and team up with Hero Egbert occasionally?
CalamityCons. I. LOVE. That. Picture. I think you have a great drawing style and I love how you colored it, with the painty-greyscale look. Their expressions are great, I think you drew KK and the gang fantastically. Please please please draw more.
The thing I love most about Troll!Cops is because it really is an entire alternate universe: past, present and future. In the present, they're engaged in a city-wide Cops-and-Robbers charade, but everything also has a past, that can be explored when Alternia City was being founded or when the current cast was growing up, how they became the people they ended up becoming, and a future, which can be something like krosp has proposed. Anything goes.
Ahhh okay so I wanted my last post to be a polished version of the first comic I ever drew for this AU but because I'm dumb and put it off until I don't have anymore time left, it's really pretty crappy and I kinda hate it but oh well.
As some might know, I'm headed off to medical school and won't be able to draw anymore. I'm really sad because there were so many things for this AU that I had wanted to draw and explore. I wanted to do alittleintrostory for all of the characters. Oh well. IT'S UP TO YOU GUYS NOW.
I had just such a blast in this AU and hope to periodically check back and see it alive and thriving. Keep writing and drawings guys, and above all, keep having fun!