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WIP Story Fun ^.^

I’ve been given the task of writing a blog in the computer class I’ve been forced to take. In so doing I kept trying to formulate differing thoughts, all of which came out as mush. I had planned on doing some Tobit stuff, but I’m currently awaiting a book to come in the library, before I continue a part of my study there. Therefore as I noticed that it was Wednesday once more I figured I had to really quick write up a blog to do. This and I’ve been meaning to some major blogging, which school has gotten in the way of… U.U

In so doing I’ve decided to post pieces of story that I’m working on. You know having fun with my hobbies, therefore what’s follows in part is a Work in Progress, and all that cool stuff. Before I spit out some of my writings I do want to note several things as I do.

One of my favorite movie categories are those Pseudo-Religious films that Hollywood tries to make. Where it’s usually some Catholic priest or prophecy thing. Movies like “Sin Eater” (or otherwise known as “The Order”) I think it’s kind of fun to see how off based they are. Or with something like “Constantine” I like seeing their crazy angelogy. Mostly because that’s probably one of my preferred parts of theology. (Which is evidence below with my wonderful Angel of YHWH fun). The other thing I’ve been enjoying lately is trying to put myself in certain stories. In the following story I’m trying to emulate myself as the main character Indy (whose basically become me in my various writings) but how would I react to certain situations, some normal, some bizarre and would probably never happen.

The final little tidbit I want to make note of, is that I kind of like to put Christians in fun little situation, that of course won’t ever happen, because well its purely made up stuff, I like made up stuff. ^.^ Anyways so here are some snippets of fun.

“Indiana Kingsman stood in the quiet sanctuary of an old, old church. Standing before him was Glenn Witchunter who happened to be one of the Vatican’s most prominent agents. The young chaplain had just been given a large packet of files that he was slowly flipping through. Glenn remained quiet as Indy looked at the pages. What he looked at seemed farfetched to Indy, even a little too farfetched for Glenn to be looking at. One of Glenn’s major jobs was seeking out the far fetch and disproving it, this one was far different from most of the others Witchunter had had Indy look at. “Are you starting to believe this?” Indy asked still flipping through pages. The research was good, filled with interviews, pictures, news articles, even ancient tomes… They gave way to evidence far too bizarre, not to mention the set bones that Glenn had uncovered.

“Everything bears the weight for it, not against it.” Witchunter sighed. “At the very least I need more help.” Indy closed the packet and looked up at Glenn a frown appearing on his face. More help, what for? “I…” Indy frowned. “What do you need more for?”
“I need you to check in on some remaining facets… some translations perhaps of the Dead Seas Scrolls?”
“The scrolls?” Indy frowned. “How would they offer anything things?” Glenn didn’t say anything for a little while as he mulled over some unknown decision. Finally he pulled out a flash drive and took a deep breath. What was going on here?”

Woo kind of the basic beginning so far. As I said I quite enjoy movies with Pseudo Catholic stuff , except that I’m protestant and shouldn’t we have some fun too? Hence enter in Indy to do the major fun stuff, although since I am going for those fun Catholic movie types feel I’m in need of Glenn and hidden DDS stuff with fun conspiracies. (Since hidden Catholic knowledge is always a part of the deal). Since part of the fun of those movies is that there is some piece of ancient works that we don’t know about and sets the stage for doom and gloom. Moreover since Indy is me, I have to make him into original language stuff (specifically Hebrew fun).

““Do not bother.” A strange voice said. Indy jumped; he slowly turned around to see a shadowy form of some strange figure. Again he jumped; the shiver in his spin ran another course. All that and his heart was now pumping hard. “She does not need to wake up… though what little time do you two have together?”
“W-who a-re you.” Indy stammered.
“One of the Seven, You have something you need not have.” Indy stood stiff as he looked at the shade. Somehow he knew the thing wanted him not to have the scrolls he had been given. His heart was still racing and if he wasn’t stiff he knew he’d be shaking. Yet words finally managed to come to his lips. “W-What are you?”

“An angel… or perhaps a demon.” The shadow floated quietly before Indy. “Both or neither… does it matter young Indiana?” The being moved closer to Indiana, but he moved away from the being, his hand went toward the rosary that he kept on his desk. A gift from another life, he held it tightly, not really sure why, or how it could help. Only that he felt a need to have something remotely close to God to hang onto. “Leave this place.” he ordered, hands trembling.”

Fun with demons (kinda) enters in here. Since I mean c’mon when having fun with demonology this has to be a part of it. Demons I figured are supposed to be scary things, I think we make too lightly of them in our society, but if we met one I think it is a time we would be trembling. (Not that I think ones meets a demon in this way usually). By the way the She found here is a reference to the Indy’s characters wife. Rosary (another ambiguous catholic reference for that whole fun genre thing), oh and the Angel or demon bit is an undecided factor of mine, either a lying demon (which c’mon I assume happens a lot) or I’m going to make up junk with demonology and the Nephilim (because I’m totally writing fiction here).

Grace me with thy power,
Let not the demons lay siege
nor dominions buffet upon thine own.

Indy looked up weakly grasping for air, when he saw a man by the window holding a gun. Blackness was starting to over take him. The Bullet clicked in; words said… what were the words? Darkness threatened at the corners of his mind, pain swelled over him. “Overflowing Grace!” The words echoed in the room followed by gun fire. Indy fell to the ground gasping for precious air. The creature groaning in death pains. “Return from whence you came.” The man spoke to the demon and fired again. “Through the Christ’s power I send you back!” Another bullet into the demon.
“Others will come after me…” The creature hissed. “Too important for our apocalypse…” It hissed once more before disappearing into nothingness.”

Okay so this last little bit I get from anime, which always have awesome ways of exorcisms, (which American movies do too at times). Specifically I was influenced to have a set of characters like this because of an anime series called Chrono Crusade. Once again just some fiction fun, plus it was fun to work on poetic exorcism type stuff. I hoping as I go through the story I can have a variety of different highly stylized ways of exorcising demons. Just to you know have and see how creative I can be. Plus I plan on having several scenes to explore the effect that demons I would might have. I mean if Angels scared people in the Bible, how more would menacing demons?

That’s just some basic jumping around of the manuscript (? I think that fits) of the story that I have currently, at the moment the work in progress name is Seven of Sevens. I dunno comment on what you think or whatever. Suggestions are also always welcome, or fun little ideas to plunge into the story.

– Le Bel Inconnu


Chrisitan Super Heroes

Out of the things I like one of the most prominent is my love for Super Heroes and their genre of literature so to speak. Even though I’m in college I still read comics, although I must admit I prefer novelization of heroes over comics these days. Mostly because of a novel takes a bit longer for me to get through and its less noticed then a comic book. But comics have had a big impact on my life so to speak. I have enjoyed the characters of Spider-Man and Batman all my life. Thankfully back in my youth was when the great Bruce Timm version of Batman came out and Fox’s Spider-man. They were the shows for me to watch. All the more because in my hometown we didn’t have a comic book shop so longing to read more of the stories of my favorite heroes became limited.

But as I have grown up, and I have full access to the internet, to sites like Wikipedia, Marvel and DC comics homepage, not to forget a site called Comicvine I’ve become able to get back history and more fully immerse myself in my beloved genre. But in all my searching I have become sadly disappointed with the lack of super heroes who show faith. I mean sure in comics such as Marvel with Aliens, time traveling, multiple dimensions nailing down something like YHWH God is responsible for all of that, and Jesus saves all. Still I have to wonder where are the Christians making their own published works of Comics? It would be nice if they could be mainstream, but surely we could have a big third party company like Image or Darkhorse, who may not be as big as Marvel or DC, but have a sizable fanbase.

A place where we have comics that tells stories from a Christian perspective. Or try to make a graphic novel that though it spews out Christian is as compelling a story as V for Vendetta or Sandman. Something that doesn’t borrow Christian thought, but is Christian thought. Its nice to start seeing manga adaptation of the bible, but honestly while I like manga I’ve always been a fan of the way American comic books are set up, the artwork in them are no better or less better than that of those from Japan. But must every time we decide that we must work on something for God be an adaptation of the bible in another art form or just another parable. What about a Christian living out his life in world filled with some many confusing things?

Is that so wrong to really want? To have a world where super heroes start popping up and ponder the implication just that would have on religion? I mean honestly how would Christianity be affected if someone like Spider-Man or Super Man started to saves lives all over the world? How would Islam react or Hinduism for that matter? What about the struggles of that person with powers? What if he were Christian would his faith be shaken from him? How would he handle being a mask vigilante, would he feel that was right? Or would he try and find the best thing to a government sanction team of super beings? What about secret identities and lying? Wouldn’t something like that be just as entertaining as the many ways in which Spider-Man struggle with his secret identity issues? Or Bruce Wayne’s unique double life? Interacting with non Christian heroes? Would they partner with them easily or rather avoid them. How would someone as a Christian really like working with Batman, Wolverine, or the Punisher? Would they prefer Super Man?

It’s not that I’m condemning Christian for not doing this, enough Christian condemn others Christian and yet how much do they really do in helping furthering getting ourselves in the media? I mean even known about some, if so please show me.

Of the Christian Super Heroes I have seen the most prominent one would be of course Bible Man. And nothing against Bible Man, he does do a good job with his ministry I’m sure. But the thing with that is childish, which is great for children. I don’t see him working out into a bigger community because it’s not so much that’s he a super hero who fights random villains. But he is a Christian fighting various villains who represent various sins and issues Christians have to deal with. Before I sat down to write this I did do a brief search in Google to see if I could find any Christian super heroes. I found one company, called the “Christian Knight Company” which features a man named Armor Bearer (so its sounds parabolic yet again). There does seem to be a novel and four comics on the site which at some point I may have to pick up.

But once again they all seem to be heroes given gifts from God, to do his will. And these might be good. But still it’s not quite the super heroes I’m looking for. Give me a Christian who after some freak accident got his powers and now he doesn’t know what to do with them. God isn’t leading him any better then he would lead us. We see movies like Iron Man and Batman which come out and try and give realism to its Characters and their stories. But would any non Christian really want to watch (or read) a story about a guy whose powers come directly from the Christian God? I guess I just feel that someone would prefer a story about say a genius like Tony Stark who makes a suit of highly advance armor and decides he wants to help the world. Or someone like Batman who trains to avenge his parents and maybe in the end finds out vengeance doesn’t make him feel any better, that only Jesus can do that and thus is converted.

Would that really be too worldly to have heroes like that? Or must we instead have heroes who have to get their powers from God and must fight villains who are purely evil, and somehow connected to Satan? What about a Magneto type character that isn’t necessarily evil, but trying to fight for rights he thinks super being are being denied. Making a reader decide who is in the right. Something not clear cut. Give me something like that and give the world something like that. Give them a hero that they want to emulate, someone cool, that doesn’t make Christianity dorky. Someone who shows being a Christian you can still be cool.

I have been told before that there are Christians who work in the comic book industry, that the industry is remarkable religious. Okay I won’t deny that, but where is the proof? Do they really think it’s okay to just smarter some Christianity here or there and be done with it in the stories they write? I do understand you can’t change a character too much. But why not write new characters or new stories that benefit God and help to further the mandate that Christ gave in the Bible? Why can’t story about Christians be serious? Not corny? Why does it seem everyone who maybe Christian doesn’t want to write Christian things? It’s a bit annoying.

Well that was quite the rant… *Ahem*

In my constant boredom I try my hand at this writing fiction, I’m not sure how good at it I really am, but I do try. And I seem to be constantly shaping my own universe of Super Heroes, which I’m sure you can figure out from my spewing above tries to emulate that slightly. For the most part I don’t try to make all my characters Christian, (although the main ones are). Those that are, aren’t all the same denomination, the main (used loosely) character of the universe, Vamp, is a nondenominational, Eo’s Roman Catholic, the one named Psychic Blur is Baptist, as I suppose so is Sparrow. In my constant wanting to add more character I’ve added a friend’s character that believes in God but other than that who cares; (these are just a few of the heroes). I have various religions react in different ways. I mean honestly is a group of humans with powers popped up what would the average Christian do? Would the pope rule something in such a way?

As the stories are semi based on things that happen in the world, but also twisted in places. I do have one pope who rules the mutant community as demons and monsters, but his successor rules against that, he claims mutants to be just as human as any non-powered individual. There are riots that are started because religious view on them, but also some just simply because of bigotry. The Character have to react in a world which has the events our real life but also now the events of mutants and other super powered peoples. It is here, where I place my character of Indiana into the mix. Indy is just normal person, a graduate of some unnamed education. But he’s been hired into an organization which deals with these super hero beings. Now he has to deal with his issues of faith as he deals with the worst and the best of souls and now he has to deal with faiths of all sorts.

Indy as a Christian has to deal with issues that we face in different ways, and issues that of course we wouldn’t ever face. But the question is how (for me) would a Christian deal with such issues? How should we deal with issues like genetic manipulation? Cloning (in a universe where it’s happen once or twice). What about something like time travel, dimension hoping, aliens? (Some of these which I struggle about adding into my universe). In his job as chaplain of this ministry he has to deal with relations which mutants and the rest of the world, does he agree with the mutants or the majority. Does he oppose the government would they be right? I try to make him react in these situations as I react, but the question then is would I really react like that?

Of course this all mere conjecture based on events I have made, situations I have created. I hope that someday I might be able to get some of this stuff I dunno maybe published, and in a small way show how Christian Super heroes might be done, in a way I think that would be pleasing to God and would be something that a non-Christian would actually like to read and maybe be influenced toward the side of Christ. Of course I would hope Christians would like it too.

– Le Bel Inconnu

Reflecting Mirror. . .

Do you see that mirror hanging before me? It is of ancient made and can tell the soul of any one man, but once you have seen it… you can never escape it. Oh that you would not show me, my most inward being. I am tired of looking at the various scratches and cracks that you love to bring forth. Yet as I look toward you I find that I cannot pull myself away I am drawn closer and closer into this dreaded mirror hanging before me. Reflecting, reflecting… I wonder, as I stand, why are my inner thoughts brought forth into life?

It is the past I see, a task you see I too often know that I do. Yet like this mirror, I simply cannot neglect, my thoughts have gone rampant. When left alone I can almost go anywhere for what can stall me when my thoughts prefer me looking in this place I call the past. I took look at the mirror and oh how the past was highlighted and Oh the things I remembered, those that I knew I had missed, but did not, but wish that I did have to recollect. Yet here they are despite my protest, my complaints, oh yes my muttering cry. This mirror of mine always reflecting, reflecting… For God up above in fury has swore me into this, this piece of Hell.

I did not have times with friends, times of memories, times I dearly loved for in this year, oh yes this little year I found that I could but not. So here I stand, give me your hand, and let’s walk down another path. You and me down this simple path away from that mirror of mine for its always reflecting. I have tire of the days of yesteryear those I do not wish to dwell upon. Yet if I stay right here, these reflections would keep harking to me. So we walk and far past my mirror we go. At one point we come upon a lake and there once more I found my reflection staring right back at me. A thought occurred to me, Can I not escape? That simple reflection that is so strong, and I hear my heart quiver. A quick pitter-patter of fear and I secretly wish that I might find a cave. Dark and gloomy, but most of all no reflections, no reflecting…

And therein I take a swift hold of your hand. Grasping it tightly, for I know that I can trust you, but… I dare not let go. For who but knows what I should do if we were to become separate. Then with legs of most haste we run, hand in hand, and flee this path. I think Off the path must surely be better, but I know deep down inside, I am but a fool. Yet… yet here I am running with you in hand. The ancient path was nice, the well beaten one nicer, but now there is no path. I have taken you with me into the heart of this forest. I see a smile on your face, I know not why. That smile its slightly hunting, what is it you are thinking? I ask, you do not answer. Why must you make these words of mine come out? Words reflect… words hurt, they sting, I hate them! I hate these words that your smile bring forth. I don’t want to speak my inner thoughts, and yet you say slightly I cannot stay with one so quiet and still.

Do you realize what words do to me? They build but so often they break down, do I always have to be so humbled? I take each word hurled at me and I do not take them with a grain of salt. They were said for a reason, did I fail, did I really miss something? I am sorry I did not mean to, forgive me I was just Naïve, was that really so dumb of me to speak? Look at me, show interest in me, I cannot speak much, get rid of that smile. Would you instead would you give me a chance to be strong? You start to back away and pulling your hand out of mine shouting Speak!

I cannot and you know it, but you still have that smile. Words come naturally to you, they’re slow to me. I stutter I really do, nervousness or tiredness, my tongue starts to cling. Reflecting, reflecting my inabilities that so often surround me. I cannot speak tis true, nor, nor can I say these words to you. My inner thoughts remain inner in this forest of memories and reflections. You start to go, and I know, tears rolling down, I know that you did not love me. I did not mean my love to be any sort of love, nay I meant it… I meant it to be strong, everlasting. Do I really know what love is, most likely not, but here’s my hand. I keep it outstretched, for I am in love with you. I see you fading and my most fear event didst just happen and all I can do is remain, hand out.

You pierced my heart all because I did not speak and I know that the fault was my own. You loved me, but you truly did not love me. Or instead, could it be said that I have all of this backwards. I loved you, but my lack of response showed that I truly did not. But it is never that simple and I have grown up far too fast. So I begin to walk back and yes, you know, wherever you did go, that I head back toward my mirror. I lost the one I loved, so why should I run from the one I hate? So here I go, plunging myself in, I am ready for whatever befalls me, I will accept this gloom… Why not? For in my heart, my precious heart I am alone. I am reflecting, reflecting, reflecting… My being is all but dried up, it is a desert, but all I wanted was just was stream.

I stand before a mirror, it is of ancient made and can tell the soul of any one man, but once you have seen it… you can never escape it. Those that I thought I had loved, I have abandoned, my journey I have closed its chapter. Come mirror show me your fury. Surely it cannot be liken to a woman’s scorn, surely Hell hath a better fury. I see the past within you and I see my faults within you, and I feel my tears running down. My tears of embarrassment, those awkward moments I seem to invite in… I see my tears of ignorance when I have spoken so often when it would have been better if I had stayed my tongue. Tears that mingle with memories of times I thought I truly was right, but everyone around me… they were against me. Oh or the tears when I speak words I thought were good… but instead I hear laughter or see faces that betrayed my feelings.

Why should I speak oh my evil mirror? Why should I remember these awkward moments in my life? A wave misplace, a greeting meant for another? Rewards for another, so often never for a loner. Mirror why must your reflections sting my being? Can I never be right, can I not avoid the situations I bring myself in. Do I lack wisdom and sense? Who have I failed to the point of no return? I see a stone at my feet and an evil thought did just creep… I smile, oh how I smile and I pick that stone up. Mirror, Mirror whose the fairest in the land? It begins to shadow and in that moment my arm springs forth. Shatter, shatter, glass all over me, cutting me here, and also there, blood oozing.

I begin to shout to let my words out. I don’t care what those around me may think, I will speak when I can and let my lips be sealed otherwise. I cannot change as you would have me, and I… I will no longer try. The shattering mirror pierces me deep, but your lack of love pierced all the deeper. To Hell with you and your dreams, may they burn there in all of eternity. I am standing here, and I know that I care not of you anymore. I open my hand, my palm open and I stretch it out into the flowing glass… Come take my hand if you really love me, take it now… I will love you back as much as one can, I promise you but that. For I know that when shattering glass is done I will know who is the fairest in the land. For they will be standing there, where my evil mirror was, for me.

So here’s my hand being torn to shreds, I have spoken and I have reflected I’m all done now…

– Le Bel Inconnu