Friday, April 27, 2012

Xisht

Countdown to rewrite: 35 days

So. I was going to write a post about Xenoblade Chronicles, since I've been playing that game recently, but... I've got a major headache, and Jaron already put up a post that describes my feelings about it really well, so instead I'd like to share something about Xisht (said Zeesht), someone from my book Tsirash.

He's always been more of a presence than a character, but since I feel like that's a problem, I've messed a lot with the story when it comes to dealing with him. He's also a player in the sequel I'm writing, so it's been important for me to explore his personality, mannerisms, and speech patterns in more detail. Before my rewrite, I have to create rough versions of the scenes I'm changing, so I do have an excerpt to share with you today. It's far from final or perfect, but I had fun with it.

(Before we get to that... today's the last day to vote on my poll over here ---> so if you have not voted yet, please do so now!)

Okay, here goes. (Be aware that in the context of the book, Octras has just noticed Xisht following him. He doesn't know his name yet...)

Octras whipped back around the corner, drawing his longsword as he did so. When his swing stopped, the tip of his blade nearly touched the man's nose. Perhaps Octras had waited a little too long this time—he could have killed the man. Still, it had the effect that Octras wanted; his follower choked off a scream and threw his hands up in the air.
“What do you want?” Octras demanded. The man took a step back, and Octras reflexively closed the gap, this time resting the tip of his blade against the man's chest. “Who are you?”
The man looked up, his lips pursed together. Then, as if he'd remembered something funny, he hid a smile. “I'm a pest,” he finally said.
Exactly as Tsira had said. So they did know each other. “What do you want?”
“Nothing, really. I'm just a bit curious about your...” He paused. “Do you know why she came back to Crescent?”
Octras shook his head. “You're not in a position to ask questions.”
“Hm. If the Law sees you, you'll be... you can put your sword away. I'm not your enemy.”
“Why are you following me, then?”
“Tell me, why do you kill people?”
Octras hated that question. “Why are you following me?” he repeated.
“It's because it's your job, right? You do what you have to in order to survive. So do I.”
“That seems counterproductive. I just about cut your face open, and I'm still considering it.”
“Listen, I'm not your enemy.” The man put his arms down, smiling, though his eyes still betrayed his fear.

There's obviously more to this scene, but I'm afraid that without context it wouldn't make sense, so this is what you get today. Well, I'm going to go take some medicine; my head is throbbing. See you tomorrow!


-Tsira

2 comments:

  1. Stopping by from the A-Z challenge and following now too. This has been so much fun hasn't it? Have a great weekend and a great final challenge day :)

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    1. Yes, it's been a lot of fun. :) Thanks for stopping by!

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