Nov 13, 2017
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Welcome to MajinQuest! Now with more Esca!
Character Redesigns -- “Heartless”
Finished that redraw from last night! Came up with the original drawing of these guys 4 years ago and omg the glo up is real-- I didn’t realize how much I’d missed drawing them!
(Posted the original here for comparisons sake, gonna post another set in a sec with the WIPs for the redraw!)
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“Heartless” Character Redesigns (WIPs)
Process pics for that character redesign from a minute ago! (Figured it’d be nice to show these off without the super old version alongside, haha)
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The Boy and the Scorpion
“Hey, mister? Are you playing with those?”
We blinked away the medicated haze when the boy spoke to us. We looked down at the dominoes on the table. “Naw. Just starin’ at ‘em. Hopin’ they got the answer to a way out of this place.”
He sat down across from us, beginning to move the tiles around. “You have to ask them nicely or they won’t help you.”
“What do you know about talkin’ tiles?”
We watched him carefully examine each piece. “I know they don’t like talking like they used to. Not enough magic left, I guess.”
“Careful with that magic talk, kid. They shove pills down yer throat for that crazy shit.”
He shrugged without looking up from his task. “You shouldn’t cuss so much, Mr. Jakyl.”
We stared at him in confusion. “How do you know that name?”
“I heard the man with green eyes call you that yesterday when we were out in the yard.”
We grabbed our head as searing pain ripped through us, blood dripping from our nose.
“I didn’t know you could see me much less hear me.”
When I opened my eyes again, Krystian sat next to me, his alien eyes studying the child. “Do you have to claw yer way out every time?” Krystian ignored me, keeping his focus on the boy sitting across from us.
“I can see and hear a lot of things that other people don’t see and hear. I guess that’s why my mother brought me here. The things I see and hear scare her.” He paused as he examined one of the tiles closer before putting it back down.
“She is not incorrect to be afraid if you can interact with things like me. What else can you do?”
He shrugged, swinging his short legs. “A lot of stuff, but mother says I shouldn’t do any of them. She says they scare people.”
Krystian tilted his head. “Can you do anything now that you are here?”
The boy shook his head with a sad look. “No. The medicine makes it stop. Cara says that it helps weaken my imagination. She said my imagination lies to me and tells me things that aren’t possible.”
“Is that what you think?”
The boy paused as he looked over the odd pattern of dominoes he had laid out. “No. I know what I see and hear and do are real. At least, they were before I came here.” He glared at the tiles. “These don’t make sense.”
Krystian looked over the tiles as well. “No, sadly, they are only giving you nonsense. What are you trying to get them to tell you?”
The child shrugged with a sigh. “I don’t know anymore. The medicine makes me feel confused. Like maybe I am making it up.” His eyes raised to study the illusion sitting next to me. “Why hasn’t the medicine made you go away?”
Krystian laughed darkly. “It would take something much stronger to send me away. I am quite attached to Jakyl. Would it help you remember that you aren’t making it up if you could see me more?”
The child nodded slightly. “I think so. I know what you are.”
The silence between us all hung heavy, the boy and my tormentor staring at each other. It was the first time I had ever seen Krystian’s composure break.
“What am I, child?”
The boy pushed one of the dominoes toward Krystian. It had a green scorpion on its surface. “You’re the scorpion.”
Krystian was suddenly kneeling next to the boy’s chair. “What’s your name?”
“Vincent. What’s yours, Mr. Scorpion?”
Krystian laughed again. “Krystian. Mr. Scorpion works as well. I quite like that. I think I’ll keep it. I think we’re going to be friends, Vincent. Would you like to be my friend?”
Vincent smiled faintly and nodded. “I would like that.”
To my surprise, Krystian tousled the boy’s hair. I had never seen him physically interact with anyone else before.
“Vincent. It’s time to go to color therapy.” We all turned our attention to the nurse who had called the boy’s name.
Vincent got up and waved to us. “I’ll see you later.” He quickly followed the nurse from the common room.
Krystian sat next to me, his eyes still on the closing door. “What an interesting child.”
“Interestin’ is a word for him. Does you bein’ out where he can see ya mean I get my head back?” My head felt as though it was being split open as the illusion disappeared.
Not a chance. This head is my home. You don’t get off that easy, Jakyl.
We rubbed our temples with a growl. “Can’t blame a man for havin’ a little hope.”
The Reminder
We tapped our foot rapidly while we listened to the man across from us in the circle of patients. We had lost track of the number of hours we had been in this accursed group therapy. We were fairly certain the therapist had purposefully made us the last to speak. We were trying to hold our temper, but it was a losing battle.
"That's when the bird spoke to me and told me about God's plans for me."
"Now, Gary, why do you think the bird could speak?" The therapist had an almost mocking tone.
"You never heard of a parrot, lady?" We grinned at her when she turned her annoyed gaze our way.
"Of course I have heard of a parrot, Subject 963. Was it a parrot you were talking to, Gary?"
The ever confused looking Gary shook his head. "No, I think it was a raven. I have trouble telling them and crows apart."
"Ravens are bigger and smarter and don't travel in flocks like crows. Had a pet raven once. Though, to be fair, we may have been her pet. Fucker was smart. Smarter than me, that's for sure. Probably not smarter than a couple of the others kickin' back in this skull." We knocked on the top of our skull and made a clicking sound in time with it. The therapist didn't look as amused as the other patients did.
"I will have to ask you to stop interrupting the other patients while they speak about their delusions. You will have to wait your turn to talk about yours."
"We ain't delusional. Keep tryin' to tell you people that, but nobody listens ‘round here. Ain’t listenin' part of your actual job?"
"That is enough, Subject 963. Be quiet before I have you removed." She glanced over my shoulder at the guard standing next to the door who cracked his knuckles.
"You tellin' us that we can just run our trap and get outta this circus? You wanna hear a story about the time we tore someone's nose off for mockin’ us? Knew head injuries bled a lot, but who knew tearin’ off a guy's nose would cover our hand in that much blood?"
The guard grabbed us almost before we finished, dragging us from the room of horrified patients. "You should have listened to Theresa, 963. Your disrespect of authority will be the end of you."
We chuckled darkly as he dragged me down the brightly lit hallway of closed gray doors. "You threatenin' us, pal? You wouldn't be the first or the last to try takin' us out. Death never sticks ‘round long enough to claim our spirit."
The guard opened a windowless door and sharply threw us into an empty, stark white room. "Maybe you'll be more compliant after some time in solitary confinement." He slammed and locked the door.
We got up and straightened out our hospital clothes. "Gotta be alone to be solitary."
"You certainly have landed us in quite a situation, Time Bomb."
I turned and glared at the smug illusion that had appeared behind me. It was still strange to see myself standing several feet in front of me. It was even stranger that we weren't exactly the same. He had my face, but his eyes had no whites or pupils, just blackness surrounding sickly green orbs.
"Stop callin' me that. I handled this shit just fine before you and your friends showed up."
He laughed quietly. "I would not really call the others my friends."
"Whatever, Krystian. None of you are my friends and I wouldn't be here if you hadn't invaded my head."
Krystian raised an eyebrow. "No, you would be dead. I saved you."
I growled at him. "I didn't want savin’."
"That wasn't what you said when you were bleeding out under that streetlight."
I held my head and collapsed to the floor as he made me relive our first meeting. I could feel the bullets tear through me. I could feel my life's blood soaking through my clothes. I could feel the fear of dying. I could feel my desperation to survive.
"Please…" My voice echoed through my ears as though I could hear my plea from the past and present at the same time.
Krystian slowly circled me. "I returned your life to you and I can take it back just as easily. I can do worse. I can lock you away like I have the others who defied me. Make you an observer of your own life as I tear it to pieces. This pain you feel right now would never end. Is that what you want, Jakyl?" I weakly shook my head and he knelt next to my shivering body. "Then that is enough of your attitude."
I gasped a lung full of air in when he freed me from my agony and shakily pushed myself up to sit against the wall. I looked down at my body, relieved at the lack of blood and bullet holes. I turned my cold, green eyes up to him. "You've made your point."
"Consider this your reminder of what I can do to you. You belong to me. Never forget that." He disappeared in a blink, returning to the prison he had created within my body.
Our body.
"Our body."
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Movement/Controller
Ladies and Gentlemen…..we have movement
Never mind the jump animation and shitty stage…this was just to show off the movement and controller support.
As always, you can read about the development of The Tales of Riva on my blog @ http://www.destructoid.com/blogs/CO%20Jakyl
, . So, in the never ending search of things to make Riva
Found a new program ALOT like SPRITE LAMP....check out the results :)