Someone please tell me to put up or shut up already
Saturday, 12 December 2009 05:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teakay
Now that half my finals stuff is done, I'm taking a breather to announce that "poke the Get of Fenris" is almost as fun as "poke the Silver Fang." There's the kid who gets into Asatru at first mainly to shock his Lutheran parents, who then finds out both are wrong in different ways (because, after all, the mythology of the Get of Fenris is respun on the premise that it's good for Fenris to munch on Odin). Then there's one who had his First Change in a "tough love" hellhole and tore apart the staff, is correspondingly leery of the "character-building" dealt out by the rest of the tribe, and has an ancestor who was traumatized by a fae lord. There's the one chock full of Pure Breed, the very image of vaunted heroes, who is also a sensitive, soft-hearted artiste that even the Children of Gaia look at a little funny and who everyone assumes is a stoner.
(He goes in the proto-pack with the Silver Fang socialist and the Silent Strider who just wants to stay home and bake pies and the earnest slow-on-uptake Shadow Lord and the shy, sickly Fianna and the Red Talon enamored with the wonders of Ape-Things. To be absolutely technical none of them have actually passed muster for those tribes yet, but they all have absolutely whopping Pure Breed which makes the elders reluctant to shunt them off to the Children of Gaia or the Bone Gnawers until they're sure they can't get the square pegs into the round holes. Not to mention the socialist finds the universal homelessness of the Bone Gnawers highly suspicious. Who knows, they might actually succeed. Haven't plotted that far)
That's not even counting the theory I came across the other day that if Set the antediluvian vampire = Loki when he's not busy being Egyptian, then logically Set the antediluvian vampire = Fenris's daddy. Oh, the potential Star Wars reenactments! Too bad the Werewolf players on that thread shot it down.
(I want to come up with some massive crack theory about both Fenris and the Wyrm getting tied up until the end of the world, especially since the Wyrm was sane prior and as far as I can tell in the original myth Fenris hadn't actually done much up to that point except get big enough to freak out the gods, so one might argue that it was actually being tricked by them that set him over the edge in classic self-fulfilling prophecy style, but I'm not sure if I'm reading in too much beyond the old Sealed Cosmic Power In a Can trope)
Fianna can be fun to poke too. So they think physical flaws are an indicator of inner flaws, and especially have it in for metis on this account. So they're best buddies with the fae and from there with the changelings, especially the sidhe of House Fiona (except when the Revised tribebook hastens to inform us that they trust them about as far as they could throw them while in Crinos. As far as the changelings could throw them in Crinos, that is). Okay, now put one together with a sidhe of House Dougal, whose schtick is that they're all clubfooted or deaf in one ear or whatnot. Or, more directly and sadistically, have one get his arm chopped off at the elbow and see how he deals. I've also had an especially cracked-out idea about a metis who snaps and goes to visit the local Tzimisce autarkis to see about fleshcrafting a functional limb.
(By the by: the Tzimisce autarkis presides over a domain consisting of a prefab house in suburbia with a lightproofed attic. He was a shovelhead who didn't make it out of the grave the first time. He's legally married to the most Banal Malkavian ever, who was his girlfriend and thrown into the mass grave next to him and was the one who eventually tapped the Madness Network for someone to dig them up. I am tempted to give her a scene in bunny slippers - just walking around in them, maybe they're an anniversary present - out of my previously-mentioned sheer perversity. Because while fans throw around "fishmalk," White Wolf's shorthand of the Doing It Wrong Malk from the small percentage of sourcebooks I've read seems to be "bunny slippers")
Ooh, speaking of the sidhe. They're even more fun than the Silver Fangs in some ways, because (to generalize enormously, as I have been doing throughout) while the Silver Fangs at least toughed it out with occasional fits of megalomania and talking to stop signs and sterilizing Kinfolk who were sexually assaulted by members of other tribes, the sidhe bravely ran away centuries ago and came back expecting cheers and loofahs and footrubs and for nobody to have gotten any new ideas about governmental systems in their absence. Not to mention the general Changeling horror of Banality, which often equates to horror of technology. Here, have a Dougal sidhe with a motorized wheelchair and a mounted submachine gun with special bullets for every occasion and an eye to cybernetics, Glamourifically enamored with the wonders of Science!
I suppose the silver lining to the defunctness of the Old World of Darkness is that I can hang around goofing off in my corner of the sandbox without so many people around to object to my evident heresy and stomping on the proper Mood and Themes.
And I haven't even gotten to the Hetalia crossover yet...
(He goes in the proto-pack with the Silver Fang socialist and the Silent Strider who just wants to stay home and bake pies and the earnest slow-on-uptake Shadow Lord and the shy, sickly Fianna and the Red Talon enamored with the wonders of Ape-Things. To be absolutely technical none of them have actually passed muster for those tribes yet, but they all have absolutely whopping Pure Breed which makes the elders reluctant to shunt them off to the Children of Gaia or the Bone Gnawers until they're sure they can't get the square pegs into the round holes. Not to mention the socialist finds the universal homelessness of the Bone Gnawers highly suspicious. Who knows, they might actually succeed. Haven't plotted that far)
That's not even counting the theory I came across the other day that if Set the antediluvian vampire = Loki when he's not busy being Egyptian, then logically Set the antediluvian vampire = Fenris's daddy. Oh, the potential Star Wars reenactments! Too bad the Werewolf players on that thread shot it down.
(I want to come up with some massive crack theory about both Fenris and the Wyrm getting tied up until the end of the world, especially since the Wyrm was sane prior and as far as I can tell in the original myth Fenris hadn't actually done much up to that point except get big enough to freak out the gods, so one might argue that it was actually being tricked by them that set him over the edge in classic self-fulfilling prophecy style, but I'm not sure if I'm reading in too much beyond the old Sealed Cosmic Power In a Can trope)
Fianna can be fun to poke too. So they think physical flaws are an indicator of inner flaws, and especially have it in for metis on this account. So they're best buddies with the fae and from there with the changelings, especially the sidhe of House Fiona (except when the Revised tribebook hastens to inform us that they trust them about as far as they could throw them while in Crinos. As far as the changelings could throw them in Crinos, that is). Okay, now put one together with a sidhe of House Dougal, whose schtick is that they're all clubfooted or deaf in one ear or whatnot. Or, more directly and sadistically, have one get his arm chopped off at the elbow and see how he deals. I've also had an especially cracked-out idea about a metis who snaps and goes to visit the local Tzimisce autarkis to see about fleshcrafting a functional limb.
(By the by: the Tzimisce autarkis presides over a domain consisting of a prefab house in suburbia with a lightproofed attic. He was a shovelhead who didn't make it out of the grave the first time. He's legally married to the most Banal Malkavian ever, who was his girlfriend and thrown into the mass grave next to him and was the one who eventually tapped the Madness Network for someone to dig them up. I am tempted to give her a scene in bunny slippers - just walking around in them, maybe they're an anniversary present - out of my previously-mentioned sheer perversity. Because while fans throw around "fishmalk," White Wolf's shorthand of the Doing It Wrong Malk from the small percentage of sourcebooks I've read seems to be "bunny slippers")
Ooh, speaking of the sidhe. They're even more fun than the Silver Fangs in some ways, because (to generalize enormously, as I have been doing throughout) while the Silver Fangs at least toughed it out with occasional fits of megalomania and talking to stop signs and sterilizing Kinfolk who were sexually assaulted by members of other tribes, the sidhe bravely ran away centuries ago and came back expecting cheers and loofahs and footrubs and for nobody to have gotten any new ideas about governmental systems in their absence. Not to mention the general Changeling horror of Banality, which often equates to horror of technology. Here, have a Dougal sidhe with a motorized wheelchair and a mounted submachine gun with special bullets for every occasion and an eye to cybernetics, Glamourifically enamored with the wonders of Science!
I suppose the silver lining to the defunctness of the Old World of Darkness is that I can hang around goofing off in my corner of the sandbox without so many people around to object to my evident heresy and stomping on the proper Mood and Themes.
And I haven't even gotten to the Hetalia crossover yet...
