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The Chimera Windstorm- Origin of Sahara Windstorm!
bombermangold
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My first thread!
My first huge story!
What a day it is!
Hello, fellow Champion addicts! Feeling inspired by a fellow player (modus669, on forums he's tsarias), I decided to write out an origin story of one of my characters. Specifically...
Yeah. Her.
It's still an ongoing tale, so any feedback is appreciated! Thank yous!
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10252433/1/The-Chimera-Windstorm
Chapter excerpt:
But that is merely the backdrop for this story, as the toddler, Laura Forrest, giggles and laughs and runs about in the daycare-like facility, under the watchful eye of the ever-caring pastor Peter, as well as one of the group home administrators, Lindsay Oakley.
Tell it to me, Miss Oakley, Peter starts off, standing aside of the doorway, looking over at little Laura running about in the play area, knocking over sets of those Lego blocks left and right. The area would seem to be more tailored to kids a couple of years older than she is, however the little energetic girl is keeping quite busy playing with each and every other toy she can get her hands on, despite being the only child in the room. Will there be anyone to take her in? My wife and I, yes were not all that well off financially, but so far weve been the only ones who keep applying to adopt Laura, but so far all of our applications for such keep getting rejected. Why is that?
The slightly heavy-looking Caucasian female with a slightly pronounced southern drawl shifts her weight, looking on at the child and smiling at her, before her expression turns serious when she looks back at Peter. Pastor, I know. I know that. But its just for whatever reason the agency does not think you are of a fit-
Peter frowns and cuts her off: Ive heard that same song and dance a number of times. Listen, I know Im not messed-up in the head compared to some of my buddies after Vietnam. Ruby can attest to that, as long as Ive been with her. What is it that they are afraid of?
Both Lindsay and Peter look back at the girl, where Laura runs just a little bit too fast with a stuffed animal, slips on some of the Lego bricks and falls on her butt. The adults eyes widen and Lindsay steps forward about to possibly comfort a crying child, but stops when Laura just gets back up (slowly), lets out a happy giggle, and darts off in another part of the room, her tail more clearly visible.
Lindsay sighs. Well, for one, this part of the state has yet to have a mutant birth, compared to around the rest of the country. Seems the guys above might want something special of her.
Peter still has a frown etched on his war-weary features. Special, huh? Like, trying to make her into one of those costumed people running around trying to save everyone? Working for the government like a mule? And youre willing to sit by and let it happen to this little child? I thought children had a choice in the matter of what they wanted to be when they grew up and what they want to do with their life, not be forced into such things against their will, no matter who they are.
Lindsay looks taken aback by that sudden outburst of the pastor. She shifts her weight again, pulling out a notepad with some penned words in it filling one of the pages. Well, dont get too ahead of yourself there, preacher. I mean, theres a good chance she may find a home soon enough with a loving family, even with her mutations. She flips through one of the pages of the notepad. We keep lengthy documentation on Laura and per the doctors orders observe and write out what changes she is going through as she grows up. Of course her new adoptive parents will be almost required to do the same.
Like a lab rat. Peter snorts once.
No, not like ugh. Listen, pastor. I actually feel you more than some of the others here. I want this girl to be in a good home just like any other child that resides here. You cant deny shes a special case, and it doesnt help that even trying to find just temporary foster homes have lead into dead ends.
Peter gives Lindsay that say what? type of look.
Lindsay shakes her head. Im serious. Last one we did jump through the hoops to give to a family, it was only for a couple of days before she was right back here.
Peter raises an eyebrow, this being the first time hes hearing of everything thats transpired. What could it be? Her behavior? I mean, look at her! She has a lot of energy! Maybe those folks couldnt keep up.
Lindsay shakes her head again. Pastor, you dont have to fool me none. You know, deep down and just by looking at her, the real reason.
Both adults turn to Laura, who is now putting one of the stuffed dolls in a built-up cage of Lego blocks. She seems hard at it, her little three-quarters-foot tail waving around like that of an excited puppy. Her ears are now a bit more pointed than when she was born, and Lauras hair has grown out a bit, made into a little braided ponytail with a bow that reaches down the base of her neck. She looks over at the two adults, sees Peter, and with her brightly-showing purple eyes makes a frenzied beeline towards him, clasping her little arms around his good leg, her tail fanning the air at a tremendous pace.
HI!! the little one squeals out, beaming in a bright innocent smile towards the two adults, but especially Peter.
My first huge story!
What a day it is!
Hello, fellow Champion addicts! Feeling inspired by a fellow player (modus669, on forums he's tsarias), I decided to write out an origin story of one of my characters. Specifically...
Yeah. Her.
It's still an ongoing tale, so any feedback is appreciated! Thank yous!
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10252433/1/The-Chimera-Windstorm
Chapter excerpt:
But that is merely the backdrop for this story, as the toddler, Laura Forrest, giggles and laughs and runs about in the daycare-like facility, under the watchful eye of the ever-caring pastor Peter, as well as one of the group home administrators, Lindsay Oakley.
Tell it to me, Miss Oakley, Peter starts off, standing aside of the doorway, looking over at little Laura running about in the play area, knocking over sets of those Lego blocks left and right. The area would seem to be more tailored to kids a couple of years older than she is, however the little energetic girl is keeping quite busy playing with each and every other toy she can get her hands on, despite being the only child in the room. Will there be anyone to take her in? My wife and I, yes were not all that well off financially, but so far weve been the only ones who keep applying to adopt Laura, but so far all of our applications for such keep getting rejected. Why is that?
The slightly heavy-looking Caucasian female with a slightly pronounced southern drawl shifts her weight, looking on at the child and smiling at her, before her expression turns serious when she looks back at Peter. Pastor, I know. I know that. But its just for whatever reason the agency does not think you are of a fit-
Peter frowns and cuts her off: Ive heard that same song and dance a number of times. Listen, I know Im not messed-up in the head compared to some of my buddies after Vietnam. Ruby can attest to that, as long as Ive been with her. What is it that they are afraid of?
Both Lindsay and Peter look back at the girl, where Laura runs just a little bit too fast with a stuffed animal, slips on some of the Lego bricks and falls on her butt. The adults eyes widen and Lindsay steps forward about to possibly comfort a crying child, but stops when Laura just gets back up (slowly), lets out a happy giggle, and darts off in another part of the room, her tail more clearly visible.
Lindsay sighs. Well, for one, this part of the state has yet to have a mutant birth, compared to around the rest of the country. Seems the guys above might want something special of her.
Peter still has a frown etched on his war-weary features. Special, huh? Like, trying to make her into one of those costumed people running around trying to save everyone? Working for the government like a mule? And youre willing to sit by and let it happen to this little child? I thought children had a choice in the matter of what they wanted to be when they grew up and what they want to do with their life, not be forced into such things against their will, no matter who they are.
Lindsay looks taken aback by that sudden outburst of the pastor. She shifts her weight again, pulling out a notepad with some penned words in it filling one of the pages. Well, dont get too ahead of yourself there, preacher. I mean, theres a good chance she may find a home soon enough with a loving family, even with her mutations. She flips through one of the pages of the notepad. We keep lengthy documentation on Laura and per the doctors orders observe and write out what changes she is going through as she grows up. Of course her new adoptive parents will be almost required to do the same.
Like a lab rat. Peter snorts once.
No, not like ugh. Listen, pastor. I actually feel you more than some of the others here. I want this girl to be in a good home just like any other child that resides here. You cant deny shes a special case, and it doesnt help that even trying to find just temporary foster homes have lead into dead ends.
Peter gives Lindsay that say what? type of look.
Lindsay shakes her head. Im serious. Last one we did jump through the hoops to give to a family, it was only for a couple of days before she was right back here.
Peter raises an eyebrow, this being the first time hes hearing of everything thats transpired. What could it be? Her behavior? I mean, look at her! She has a lot of energy! Maybe those folks couldnt keep up.
Lindsay shakes her head again. Pastor, you dont have to fool me none. You know, deep down and just by looking at her, the real reason.
Both adults turn to Laura, who is now putting one of the stuffed dolls in a built-up cage of Lego blocks. She seems hard at it, her little three-quarters-foot tail waving around like that of an excited puppy. Her ears are now a bit more pointed than when she was born, and Lauras hair has grown out a bit, made into a little braided ponytail with a bow that reaches down the base of her neck. She looks over at the two adults, sees Peter, and with her brightly-showing purple eyes makes a frenzied beeline towards him, clasping her little arms around his good leg, her tail fanning the air at a tremendous pace.
HI!! the little one squeals out, beaming in a bright innocent smile towards the two adults, but especially Peter.
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