onesada
New Member
I don't need much by way of a partner. An interesting writer, male or female, with good grammar and a fairly long average post length would be absolutely fabulous. I'm really willing to play anything from domesticated fluff pieces to hardcore spy adventures. What I really wanna do now is fantasy and sci-fi with a little romance put in the side.
Below are ideas for plots I've been mulling over and would love a partner to write them with.
One
One was once asked how old she was. "You seem like an old soul, is all," the elderly woman had said, as One dutifully escorted her across an intersection. And One had always pledged to never lie to a human - they were incredibly good lie detectors, galaxy renowned in fact. She had smiled in her neutral smile, tilting her head and feeling her hair brush across her ear, the atoms whispering in annoyance, said "Older than anyone could ever imagine or understand... Older than God, if you're to believe the underwater civilizations on what you call Europa." And had continued walking, feeling the blaring thought "this woman is insane" against her fingertips.
One has been alive longer than she cares to remember. It gets really, really boring living in a universe inhabited solely by a few balls of barely sentient light and the beginnings of a few smelly microbial organisms. Indeed, for the first couple dozen billions of years she puddled about the universe, she was too bored to function. But soon the humans developed nuclear weapons, the Hagars of Loma developed what they called (loosely translated) 'portable world flatteners', and the Juju developed psionic rays and suddenly there was a hell of a lot of blood shed. It only got worse when the various races in the universe developed interstellar travel, because now, One has to hide so her purpose as an impassive guardian won't be interrupted - because a truly awful fate awaits her if she interferes.
Below are ideas for plots I've been mulling over and would love a partner to write them with.
One
One was once asked how old she was. "You seem like an old soul, is all," the elderly woman had said, as One dutifully escorted her across an intersection. And One had always pledged to never lie to a human - they were incredibly good lie detectors, galaxy renowned in fact. She had smiled in her neutral smile, tilting her head and feeling her hair brush across her ear, the atoms whispering in annoyance, said "Older than anyone could ever imagine or understand... Older than God, if you're to believe the underwater civilizations on what you call Europa." And had continued walking, feeling the blaring thought "this woman is insane" against her fingertips.
One has been alive longer than she cares to remember. It gets really, really boring living in a universe inhabited solely by a few balls of barely sentient light and the beginnings of a few smelly microbial organisms. Indeed, for the first couple dozen billions of years she puddled about the universe, she was too bored to function. But soon the humans developed nuclear weapons, the Hagars of Loma developed what they called (loosely translated) 'portable world flatteners', and the Juju developed psionic rays and suddenly there was a hell of a lot of blood shed. It only got worse when the various races in the universe developed interstellar travel, because now, One has to hide so her purpose as an impassive guardian won't be interrupted - because a truly awful fate awaits her if she interferes.
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