Young Writers Society

yeah, when are we going to start this?

I'm sorry for the lapse. My USB, which had this whole lovely prologue that I'd written out, died. Ergh. I was forced to rewrite the whole thing.

I'll also have a scientist charrie:

Name: Vera Song
Age: Mid-twenties
Looks: Distinctly asian, but wears green contacts and acts european. Tall and with strong features.
Personality: Insanely smart and specialized in dark matter/energy. Professional and cold, but loves animals.

Dæmon: Vefari, settled as a blue jay.



-- Prologue: The Experiment --

Deep within the great northern boreal forests of Europe, shrouded by spruce and fir and conifer trees, lay a building. It was inconspicous in all respects, blending in with the dusky surroundings with an unnatural skill. It was quiet, too, so that none of the forest creatures were able to hear the screams and whirls of machinery within.

"Are we ready to begin, Doctor Song?" The assistant, a lovely young girl who called herself Tany, held up a clipboard. "The subject has been strapped in and the dark matter rays have been positioned at the right angle."

Doctor Song peered over her own clipboard, her sharp green eyes catching every miniscule detail. "Yes, I think so. Has the electron cerebral and cerebellum detectors been strapped on."

"Indeed they have."

"Then we'll begin," Doctor Song said. She pressed a button on the virtual control panel, manipulating it with a few deft twists of her hand. "Beginning test sequence CORPOREAL number five-oh-two-one. All systems ready?"

"Subject is prepared and focusing fully on incoporeal matter."

"What form is he thinking of?"

One of the assistants scurried into the glass structure Doctor Song was staring at, quickly asking the subject - a willing assistant by the name of George - what creature he had in mind. Quickly he came out again and whispered something to Doctor Song and Tany.

"Good," Doctor Song murmured. "That's good." She clapped her hands. "Ready?"

"Dark matter rays are aimed at quadrant C7."

"Antimatter-proof chamber is now sealed."

"Then we will begin," Doctor Wang concluded. Her finger hovered over another button. "Activating sequence. Stand by for immediate cutoff in case of failure. And three...two...one...activate."

A burst of light flashed within the glass structure, momentarily blinding those who did not turn away or have protective goggles on. A scream was heard, one that seemed to take form as it progressed. With as much suddeness as it started, everything stopped, leaving the scientists in darkness.

"Lights on," Doctor Song ordered curtly. Immediately bright florescent lights grew bright above their heads, illuminating the scene within.

George was still strapped at the chair, but he was no longer alone.

A cheerful-looking golden retriever was prancing around, jumping up and licking him on the face.

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Beginning: Coporeal :: Two Months Later

Cassandra:

"I'm so freaking bored."

Cass yawned again as she lay luxurously on her family's couch, flipping from channel to channel, sitcom to sitcom. "There's nothing good on at all."

Then why are you bothering with the television, silly? She could almost see Pantheos, fondly known as Pan, sitting on the arm of the couch, looking somewhat annoyed with her. Hei was in his favorite form: a small-spotted genet. Or so she imagined. Go do something productive.

"I'm stuck in the house, remember?" Cass snapped, not minding that she was in all reality talking to herself. It was a common thing around the Houlen household. "There's a Dæmian meeting going on downstairs - one I'm not invited to."

Just because you're not invited... Pan gave a sideways glance at her, looking particuraly mischevious. Hei twitched his long silvery tail in the direction of the storage cabinet conspicously, trying to look blase and failing horribly.

"Why do you always think of the good ideas?" Cass was already in the closet, looking and rummaging for the object Pan had thought about."It's annoying."

I like to think it adds to my charming personality. Pan flickered into a masked weaver form and fluttered over to her, perching lightly - well, intangibly - on her shoulder, flicking his tail.

"Whatever...found it!" The object of her search was in her hands. A stethescope. "Now I can put my spy skills to work."

Unless if they hear you talking to me. You're very loud.

Cass didn't bother replying, since Pan knew what she was going to say before she even really thought about thinking it. Dæmons were cool that way - they were a part of you, so they knew everyting you did. The stethescope tightly gripped in one hand as she tiptoed down the stairs to the basement door, where her parents and a few other prominent Dæmians were meeting. Something important, her mother had said. They needed to talk.

Dæmianism wasn't a religion, per se - more like a philosophy. Her mother was still a hardcore Christian, which had passed on to Cass. Her dad was more relaxed about the whole religion thing, but he still came to church every once in a while.

Being a Dæmian, though, wasn't something Cass went around school talking about. They weren't a well known group, mostly because they weren't organized. It was basically a group of people loosely connected who all believed in imaginary animal friends. She pretended to be 'normal' in public - whilst talking to Pan all the while in her head.

But lately, her parents - who were considered 'leaders' of the philosophy - had been acting strange. Lots of secret meeting with their fellow Dæmians, talking quietly when they thought Cass wasn't there, speaking to their dæmons more and more frequently - something was up.

And Cass was determined to figure out what.

She pressed the stethescope to the door, making sure the earpieces were firmly lodged in, and began to listen. It wasn't the best reception - their door was thick, and the stethescope was old, only used when her mother used to be a doctor - but she made out a few things.

"...called the SSC.."

"...managed to make one corporeal..."

"...somwhere in the north..."

This sounds interesting. Pan flitted into bat form, trying to hear with supersensitive ears. It wasn't any use since hei technically was inside her head, but it was nice to see hei was trying.

"Yeah..." Cass leaned closer when a sound from behind startled her. She whirled around just in time to see someone grab her back from the door.

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(The next person writing can come in and be that person. Cass and them can be friends...make something up.)

((Roxy Fallow / Youri))

Roxy's eyebrow shot up, hand grasping Cass's shirt collar. "Snooping is never a good thing. Best hear what you seek from whom you're listening to."

Cass scowled and crossed her arms. "Stop being so philosophical."

Youri, who stood confidently behind Roxy, scoffed quietly. She speaks the truth.

Roxy frowned, releasing Cass and turning to Youri. "You mean we speak the truth?"

Youri somehow managed to make his enormous shoulders shrug indifferently. Either way works.

Roxy smiled when Pantheos lighted on Cass's shoulder as a bat. Why do you have to ruin all the fun? Hei asked forlornly.

Roxy sighed. "Because. If I hadn't come you would have time to get away from the adults coming up the stair now."

There were indeed footsteps coming up the stairs. Cass doubled back to a cabinet. She took off the stethoscope hanging around her neck, shoved it in and bolted back to the couch in the living room. Roxy and Youri followed, Roxy making herself at home on a chair adjacent to the couch Cass had landed on and Youri calmed clopped over and stood next to Roxy.

The door to the downstairs opened. Out came Cass's parents and a few other adults, all older, all with daemons. Cass's father spotted the group fist.

He smiled. "Hello Roxy, Youri. Come to keep Cass company?"

More like out of trouble. Youri snuffed, talking only to Roxy.

Roxy smiled faintly. "See it as you wish."

Cass's father paused for a moment then shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder whether or not you're really twenty two."

Welcome to the club. Youri grumbled to him. Cass's father grinned at the gayal.

Azrael Linx (Ballow)


Ballow walked up to the hall cautiously, his parents had been invited to the Dæmian meeting and he hadn't, he had been dragged into this by his parents and they had barely even told him what thiswas. Except the dæmon part, he pretty much understood that because he could most definitely see Raum and Raum could not possibly be inside his head.

Thoughts flickered through Ballows mind. Surely it was alright to peek, just for a little bit. Raum had taken on the form of a white sparrow and hei flittered by Ballow's head, Faster or it'll be over.

Ballow sped up and when he got to the door he was surprised to see a girl with a stethoscope in hands listening intently to the conversation held within.

He paused in shock, surely someone else hadn't had then same idea as him? Raum flew above Ballow and then rested upon his shoulder turning into a white crow.

Grab her, they might be coming out soon.

Ballow realised that Raum had a point, so he crept up behind her and pulled her back fron the door, he said in a whisper, while clamping her mouth chut with his hands, "Don't panic or they'll know you've been eavesdropping."

He dragged her in a vice like grip to an empty corridoor and her bat dæmon began to squawk wildly at him and Raum cawed back.

Raum turned into a white hawk and began to chase her dæmon around. Ballow sighed and het the girl go, he called Raum back, Raum, stop chasing the bat!

Raum glanced at him then turned around, changed back into a white sparrow and flew back. The bat followed.

Ballow glanced at the girl, "What did you hear?"

She glanced at him, probably still in shock. Ballow had a thought and then continued,"Oh, sorry for being rude. I'm Ballow and you are? . . . And what did you hear?"

*ARGHH! I didn't see your post!!!!*

What are we going to do?

The alarm clock's buzzing ripped through Tyber's dream. Tyber let out a grunt and rolled over. His small apartment's white walls were shining in the sun through the window. He looked at the clock. 12:30.

"Oh....." Tyber sat straight up and bolted out of his bed. He then ran to his closet. Urai had been sleeping at the foot of his bed.

"What's going on?" Urai asked while yawning. His black and white fur shimmering.

"We're late for that lab appointment. We need to move."

Urai bolted up and clenched a clean shirt in his jaws. He ran up to Tyber and dropped it at his feet. Tber bent over and picked it up. The Halo 3 insignia was on the front. Oh well, a shirt is a shirt, Tyber thought.

Tyber quickly got changed, grabbed a quick breakfast/lunch from his fridge, and ran out the door. Urai caught up to him and trotted next to him. The big city was bustling with people like always.

"How far is the lab from here?" Urai asked, his tongue hanging out.

"About twenty minutes from now," Tyber said looking both ways at the cross walk. A bus came to a stop in front of him. Tyber and Urai both jumped on. No one seemd to notice Urai. They both sat down in a seat.

......


The lab came up suddenly. Tyber had to ring the bell to get the bus to stop. They stepped off the bus and looked at the lab. The two sets of doors were opening and closing as people came and went. Tyber and Urai went in through the set of doors on the left. The lobby smelled like an office building. Stale coffee, paper, and glue permeated the air. Urai winced at the strong smells. The receptionsist was talking on the phone. Tyber walked up to her as Urai started to chase her tail.

"Hi, we're here for an appointment. I was told to come here," Tyber said reaching into his cargo pants and producing a business card with his appointment information.

"Ah, you're here for the Daemon project?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Go to level ten and go down the hall to the waiting room," she said handing him the card.

"Come on Urai. Your tail can wait," Tyber said as he pocketed the card. The elevator was across the lobby.

"What do you think is going to happen? I mean with this project," Urai asked as she down and waited for the elevator to arrive.

"I couldn't tell you," Tyber replied. The doors slid open. They both stepped in and rose to the tenth level. No sooner had the doors opened when Tyber and Urai saw a boy getting reprimanded by a girl with a clipboard.

Tany Smith-

The hyper active lab assistant had spent her day trying to collect notes and performing some chores for Dr. Song. Right now she had to get Dr. James to sign a piece of paper, which was just a bunch of legal stuff. Tany was really happy today. A few days ago, she had assisted Dr. Song in a successful experiment. "Please Dr. James you need to sign these." Tany pleaded.
He shook his head. "No, I am far to busy to sign those right now."
He quickly ran into an elevator and left her alone. That's when she spotted two figures. "May I help you?" Tany asked.
One of them was tall with black hair and blue eyes (Tyber) and his companion (Urai). He nodded. "I am here for the Daemon project."
Tany nodded. "Oh, I was just heading towards that lab area."
She smiled. He just nodded. "Please follow me."
She tried to remain cheerful; however she was very angry at Dr. James. It would of taken only a minute of his time to sign those papers. Tany lead them to a lab. "Dr. Song, they are here." Tany announced.

Light_Devil wrote:*ARGHH! I didn't see your post!!!!*

What are we going to do?

It's fine. I can fix it. And midnightwolf, I think you should read the prologue - the lab building is in the middle of a forest in the north of Europe, like, Trannsylvania. Not in a city. And the project's name is COPOREAL, not DAEMON. And they'd be a little more secret than blatantly asking about it to random strangers. ^^ Just remember that next time.

And a few more things:

- Though our charries can hear their friend's and familie's dæmons, because they know each other, strangers cannot. It's like being telepathic. And other people can't see your dæmon because they aren't tangible.




Cass:

"Can't you ever just leave me alone?" she whispered after her parents had left the room. The strange guy was standing awkwardly a few feet away, looking at the ground. "And who the heck are you?" she snapped.

"I'm Ballow," he answered finally, looking up at her with serious eyes. "My parents are Dæmians as well. Mariah and Tobias Linx."

"Then how come I don't know you?" Cass watched as Pan stared at the guys's white sparrow dæmon - she couldn't see it, but she was good at imagining where and what a person's daemon would be -, which turned into a white hawk in a blink and stared back at Pan, who changed back into his favorite genet form.

"Hey, what were you doing, anyways?" Roxy gave her a conescending look. Pan glared at Youri, who stayed hidden beneath Roxy's hair. "I mean, I know that you were eavesdropping, but why?"

"None of your business," Cass snapped.

"I know what they were doing." Ballow's cool gaze was disconcerting. Pan froze, his golden eyes flaring in the evening light. Ballow continued, his voice quiet. "They found out something big. Something really big."

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It's up to you guys. And remember the rules of the universe.

oh no we've started! I didn't know! Someone please bring me in

Seraphania wrote:An idea taken from me and my friends on another forum, based on the philosophy of dæmonism. If you haven't an idea what dæmons/animal personalities are, google them. :3 Here's the plot.


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The year is 2230, and technology has soared, becoming more advanced than people have ever imagined. New inventions are being made all the time. Yet there are still strong philosophies, ideas about the soul and body that science is not able to replace. A group of people, known as dæmians, believe that every human's soul is partly in animal shape, forming a spirit bond closer to them than their own heart. But alas, for their dæmons are intangible, incorpreal. They are no more than a glorfied imaginary friend, an introspective way of looking at one's self.

That is, until a scientific research company called the SSC discovers a way to make a person's dæmon corpreal.

Urged by the idea that their animal souls are truly real, ten dæmians go on a quest to find the technology and give it to the public, so that everyone will have the chance to know their true self. They begin on a quest to find the technology, facing danger all the way. For alas, they are not the only ones who know of the technology - the government has found out about it as well, and wants the technology so that they can create an invincible army - people that can send out their bodies to fight while their souls are kept within their dæmon. With that power, nothing would be able to stop them.

And so it begins.

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Rules:

1. Only humans are allowed, but each person can have their dæmon, their intangible animal part of their soul. If you're still not an adult, then your dæmon is probably unsettled - it can change from animal to animal. (e.g. my dæmon is a genet, but sometimes hei likes being a bird or a bat.)

2. No 'uberwolves' - dæmons that are mystical creatures or the equivalent of fursonas, like a black wolf with sapphire bird wings and eyes that change color depending on its mood. Stick with real animals, people. This also goes for people - no 'god' characters or super-special people. And try to deviate away from wolves/big cats/birds of prey; they've been used so many times it's not funny anymore. Everyone DOES NOT have a personality like a wolf.

3. Try and write in third person, so that we're all in the same POV.

4. It's not mandatory, but we all love good grammar/spelling!

4. Don't kill off other people unless if I/that person says so.

6. Dæmons are usually the opposite sex of their person, unless homosexual/bi, and are defined by 'hei', 'shei', and 'wei', when talking about our dæmons.

7. Just because I'm anal-retentive, you can type 'dæmon' by hitting 'alt+0230' to give you the 'æ' symbol'. Keep pressing on 'alt' while you punch in the numbers.

8. Pictures of your human character and/or dæmon are greatly appreciated.

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Characters needed:

Dæmians: First ten who want to be these people get top pick. Well, nine, since I'm one of them.
Scientists: Infinite amount
Government people: Infinite amount


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My character:

Name: Cassandra Houlen - Cassie or Cass
Dæmon: Pantheos, unsettled. Male. Usually a genet, a barn owl, a masked weaver, or a bat or a mongoose.
Age: 18

History/personality: Has been raised with the idea that we all have dæmons by her parents, who are the leaders of the Dæmian philosophy. Technology-savvy and brave, but sometimes listens to her heart when she should listen to her head. Volunteered to go on the quest to find the technology.

Appearance: Short, with black hair and dark blue eyes. Pale skin and small ears, with delicate fingers (good for typing.) Has a tattoo on her wrist in the shape of a Atlantic rune.


Go ahead and make your own characters, stating what group you want to be in. After everyone's done, I'll start. Have fun and good luck!

Little Comment by Attentive and Observant Reader:
Has somebody been plagiarising the Golden Compass? One of my favorite books of all time! Is Dæmian two words short of dæmon?! "Dæmians" displaying personality. OH NO!!
Poor Philip Pullman. *insert sigh here*

POOR PHILIP PULLMAN!!! such plagiarism is making me !!! Guys... really! C'mon! Has SOMEBODY decided they liked Golden Compass tooooo much! Hey- you could have made it a continuation of the fourth book! Like a super super epilogue epilogue! Like in the future.

Oh man...I feel terrible now.....I hate when I skim a page. I miss everything. I'm sorry everyone.

oboemagic_1414 wrote:POOR PHILIP PULLMAN!!! such plagiarism is making me !!! Guys... really! C'mon! Has SOMEBODY decided they liked Golden Compass tooooo much! Hey- you could have made it a continuation of the fourth book! Like a super super epilogue epilogue! Like in the future.

Yes and no. This was taken from TDF Forums (The Daemon Forums) where we believe that daemons are real and we talk about them. There's a roleplaying section where we explore concepts like this, and I took the idea for myself on here. We believe that Socrates is really the 'father of daimonism' - the word "daemon" comes from the translation of his own word, "daimon".

So no. I didn't steal. Check it out for yourself.

http://daemonpage.com/socrates-daimon.php
http://daemonpage.com/forum/ - The forum

((Ummm, Youri can't hide in Roxy's hair, he's a settled gayal, like a big ox/cow/cattle like thing, Wiki it XD))

OKAY FINE!

My Dæmon- is Aedian

I am- Amaya Bordeaux
I am: active, a bit vain, secretive, quiet, would make a good spy one day.
I absolutely adore: My Dæmon, wearing dark blending colors, and making fun of people who choose looks over life.
I absolutely hate: Pickles, Plaigerism, and cliques.