...and so it begins~ //submitting everything last minute because I forgot to do the written bit |D
Since I'm 95% sure this comic doesn't make any sense, I'll also submit a written portion for each part as well (and get the exp~ //SLAPPED)- feel free to read if you want, but the comic should hopefully express the ideas too OTL:
Word count: 1,136
Summer term. What I would have once called the best term. The birds are singing, the plants are growing, and I don't freeze my butt off for daring to go outside in anything less than a full ski suit. For once I'm not constantly convinced this entire damn school is out to destroy my soul. Good times.
And I'd had oh so many ideas how to spend these delicious days. I'd been worried I'd have to replace my sparkling pink planner, I couldn't fit them all in. I'd waste mornings with Dia on Moonseed lane, teaching her the way of the shoe and not-so-secretly stealing all her fashion tips. I'd get lunch with Ly and Yun at one of the cafeterias were the food did not try to eat your face first. The afternoons would be a blur of lazing around, watching movies, reading magazines. And every night I could be warm and safe in Sitka's arms.
It would have been everything a summer vacation should be. It would have been PERFECT.
But the Universe had other plans, the jerk. An entire mad scheme of them that all started with a single phone call.
I almost didn't notice the buzzing in my purse, lying where I'd thrown it carelessly on the end table. I looked up from the floor where I'd been mercilessly tormenting the puppies with a half-chewed sock.
"Is that mine?" I asked, finally giving in and letting the puppy's three separate heads rip the fabric to pieces. They'd been in a destruction phase lately.
Sitka shifted lazily from his position on the bed and reached over to the pink and purple leopard print Tiffany bag. I'd saved up for two years to buy the thing, back in high school.
"Can you even imagine my ringtone being from the Spice Girls?" He asked with a grin, handing over the bag. I went red.
"What's wrong with my girls?" Maybe the band was a bit out dated, but vintage was totally in.
Wrestling my pink phone from the purse's possessive jaws, I flipped it open without glancing at the number.
"Good afternoon, this is Yasmine," I told it brightly.
"Ms. Hayes? This is Doctor Chevalier."
No. I felt the blood rush from my face. No way, what could THEY possibly want?!
Sitka looked up and noticed my expression. His instantly shifted to concern. "Yasmine?" Sometimes I wish he could be a little less observant, like every other guy I've ever dated.
I shook my head mutely, clenching the phone hard to keep him from seeing my hand shake.
"Just uh- the doctor, give me a sec," I told him with over bright cheer, then fled the room.
The hallway of the Grave Dormitory was just as dark and foreboding as the rest of the building. Pictures framed by what looked like grave stones showed portraits of past exemplary students and administrators. Sometimes the portraits traded places. I tried not to look at them.
"Ms. Hayes?" The hated voice fairly slithered from the cheap plastic of my flip phone. Okay, maybe not, but it sent chills down my back none the less.
"I'm- I'm here. What- er- do you all...have a task for me already?" I hated the stutter in my voice, but hated my choices of the past term even more. Why had I ever agreed to work for these people!? What could possibly have possessed me?! Sure, I was desperate, but making a blanket vow to do anything they asked of me... It had been a brilliant stroke of stupidity.
But what I would get in exchange...
"Ms. Hayes, we've made several attempts to contact you," Dr. Chevalier's voice sounded warm, friendly even. I suppressed the urge to drop the phone and run screaming. Barely.
"Yes, I- er, I've been busy," I replied lamely. Silence on the other end.
"Ms. Hayes, if we cannot reliably reach you, there will be...consequences." If I gripped the phone any harder, it'd be a miracle if it didn't get crushed to dust in my hand.
I had been avoiding their calls. Most people from my school hardly know what a cell phone is, never mind uses one, so it wasn't difficult to figure out which numbers were not from my friends.
"I understand, it- it won't happen again," I whispered, moving away from Sitka's room. It wouldn't be like him to eavesdrop, but I didn't know about his neighbors.
"My...associates and I have come to realize we require certain...verification...of your commitment to our organization," Dr. Chevalier went on. I focused on slowly releasing the death grip of my fingers. No break-y the phone. Right.
"I'm committed! Very, very committed, I swear," I said too loudly and too fast. Modulating my voice, I tried again. "I haven't told anyone, and I've already done everything you asked..."
"Except answer our phone calls," The doctor's voice was dry. I blinked back tears. No way would I lose in this creepy hallway! He went on, "Ms. Hayes, we believe you will do great things for our organization. But you must be 100% committed to our goals."
It felt like the space around me had started to shrink, squeezing my body and threatening to crush it. I struggled to breath.
"It has come to our attention that your blasphemous institution will be hosting a fighting competition."
Everything came into crystal clear focus.
"You want me to join the tournament," I breathed into the phone. It felt as if the universe had paused, and held its breath.
The universe got up and kicked me in the teeth. Did I mention she's a jerk?
Everything jumped started again, but about twenty times too fast. My heart tripped into double time, slamming into my chest and bringing me to my knees. I had the incongruous image of a frightened rodent trying to bolt out of my rib cage.
"Do you understand, Ms. Hayes?" Dr. Chevalier went on, "If you wish the cure that you seek, we will need proof you are worthy. Enter this tournament...
...and do NOT disappoint."
The line went dead.
I'm not sure how long I stood in the middle of that hallway. It felt like my phone had been glued to my ear and someone had poured concrete into my limbs.
Eventually a soft hand on my shoulder jolted me out of the strange stasis.
"Yasmine?" Sitka's voice opened the damn. I spun around and buried my face into his chest. Immediately he wrapped his arms around me and for a moment I felt so safe and protected that my tears came harder.
But it wouldn't last. He couldn't protect me from this...
I would participate in the tournament. There was no choice. Because I would find the cure to my curse.
I would not lose my humanity. It was simply not an option.
Cameo! (just one this time OTL)
There was the drama, the suffering, the awesomeness, Yasmine's cuteness...
And the art is so good! These comic came out perfectly!
the whole thing is fucking cool! 8D
How could you make so many detailed panels? ;u; You did such a great job!
lmao Kit's figure looks so cool XD Though defining him a dangerous creature...maybe in the future XD
haha, the funny thing is pretty much all three of the examples she picked don't get labeled as dangerous yet, but Yas knows the future man~//shot
man, how long did it take? They are a lot of panels e.e and don't worry, the quality is good enough, it makes the whole thing more original ^^
tell me the truth, she's secretly a fortuneteller XD who knows, maybe he will become a bloodthirsty dragon boy XD so scary |D
Second of all, you failed at tagging me at the end X'D
Now, onto business. The beginning of your comic ismindblowing, especially when you read it on phone like me and your view is limited - bright blue sky turns into hell, genius XD Also, considering FELAMIR dangerous was such beautiful Yasminess I had to bury my face in my pillow to not wake parents up.
Mixing comic and writing was a stroke of brilliance. Especially since it contains SO much Yaska eUe Now excuse me while I reread the fluff for the fifth time.
aw man, thank you so much!! I'm so glad haha, I've always loved vertical comics! I read 'em on my phone too and it's so cool how 'time' passes in them- It's fun playing with transitions I'masupernerd
ho ho ho, There shall always be Yaska if I have anything to say about it//shot But seriously, I thought this would be a cool place to play with their relationship, I hope it wasn't too OOC for him OTL
Though in Yasmine's defense, Melusine eats live fish, has a mom who's a necromancer who's so powerful she could probably curb-stomp Helmy, and has really sharp teeth. Her native language also sounds kind of creepy but I doubt Yasmine has ever heard it. Melusine thinks English is super cool.