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Post by C William Russette on Jul 4, 2011 22:23:27 GMT -5
I think I was reading this series partly out of curiousity, partly to catch up. I certainly wasn't expecting to enjoy it as much as I did. Granted I've only read the first 2 chapters but it reads like the books I enjoyed reading growing up.
Like a good X-Men tale. I recall those comics. Decades ago.
Despite Gambit being involved. And Astrovik. 2 marks against this version of the team out of the gate.
Can't deny liking what I read though.
Damn Gambit.
Props to Mr. Locke on 2 excellent chapters thus far.
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Post by C William Russette on Jul 5, 2011 18:50:15 GMT -5
I was going to wait until I read 3 and 4 to comment but the characterization is really quite impressive.
I clearly need to read a lot of backmatter concerning things that have happened since the breaking point of the Magneto War. Despite how much of a gap in my knowledge of the things X I had no problem jumping on board and setting sale with the Uncanny X-Men.
And I got some Nightcrawler.
One more chapter to go and then Mr. Locke better back on the friggen horse already.
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Post by D. Golightly on Jul 5, 2011 21:58:14 GMT -5
Seconded! Let's start s letter writing campaign to get Bryan back to work.
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Post by Daniel Ingram on Jul 6, 2011 6:14:52 GMT -5
Seconded! Let's start s letter writing campaign to get Bryan back to work. Can't we use physical violence instead? It's more satisfying.
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Post by C William Russette on Jul 6, 2011 14:57:40 GMT -5
Who says we can't use both?
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Post by Daniel Ingram on Jul 12, 2011 6:08:29 GMT -5
Who says we can't use both? Eh, I've tried beating someone with letters. Didn't work with Santa, not gonna work with Locke.
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Post by bryanlocke on Jul 30, 2011 16:58:47 GMT -5
*achem*
Just sent in UXM issue 5...
Preview anyone?
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“You must be the strangest looking X-Men I've ever seen.”
“Strange?” Layla called, “Or uncanny?” She thumbed over her shoulder at the long, gleaming, slightly scuffed, white limousine. “Is that your ride?”
Emma frowned. “Yes...my driver chickened out when the scenery got interesting.”
Layla turned fully toward the limousine, and outstretched her hands. “Then I hereby christen this the X-Limo! Ha!” She looked at Longshot. “Isn't that just like the X-Men? Because it's the end of the world, and we gotta ride in style!”
Longshot nodded, said, “Yeah—cool. Just like the X-Men.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Just like us!”
Layla pointed at Caliban. “What do you think, whitey?”
Caliban still didn't look comfortable. He judged the limo and shrugged. “Does it have a TV in there?”
“Good answer!” Layla laughed. She looked at Doop. “Doopy-honey, mind being my designated driver?”
Doop gave a double thumbs-up. Then, opening his chasm of a mouth, he pulled out a small, limousine driver's cap, which he sat neatly on his head. He floated over to the limousine, got in, and was sure to slam the door when he was comfortable.
Longshot leered toward the driver's window. “Doop...can drive?”
Layla scoffed. “That's a ridiculous question.” She looked at Vance and Emma again. “Well, what're you waiting for? If we take too long, the future is going to catch up to us!”
Emma Frost, to Vance's surprise, finally registered a look of satisfaction, or at least interest. Vance himself on the other hand, could not believe that this shit was getting deeper.
“Whoa whoa whoa.” Vance shook his open hands in front of him. “Did I get drafted somewhere between the Alison Blaire concert and the flaming hot death?”
Emma walked lithely on her platform heels to the door Longshot held open for her. She said coolly, “My boy, you're joining the X-Men. Every mutant goes through this phase at some point in their lives it seems.” Before she entered the limo, she turned around to face him. Her mind flashed:
And you saw this coming somehow, didn't you? Didn't you!
Vance snarled at her.
Layla snapped, “You know, it's rude to have a conversation behind someone's back. Especially if it's right in front of their face.”
Vance faced the girl. He felt so awkward—how was he even supposed to talk to her?
“Who are you?” Vance asked. “What right does a little girl have to gather us and call us X-Men?”
“None whatsoever.” Layla said simply. “But then...whoever had the right in the first place? Look on the bright side, Vance Astro--”
“Astrovik! Astrovik! Why do people shorten my last name like that?!”
Layla continued, unperturbed, “--you're right here, right now, and you've got a limousine. Isn't that a better option than you'd get out here on the street, from anybody?”
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For the record, physical violence works much better than any sort of communication.
William, I hope that the characters remain accessible despite the references to what the characters may have been through before. I'm trying to express them all in a "traditional" way that touches the core of what made them all so enjoyable in the first place, while acknowledging how other writers have moved them forward. It's part of the fun.
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Post by bryanlocke on Jul 30, 2011 17:05:59 GMT -5
Sorry, one other thing though:
Get used to Vance and Gambit! I'm enjoying writing them immensely. Though, I admit, my portrayal of Gambit is probably the one thing people seem most disappointed with in the series.
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Post by Daniel Ingram on Jul 31, 2011 19:41:56 GMT -5
Huzzah! The threat of beatings worked!
...though I guess this means we'll have to carry at least one out, so that they don't lose their impact. Sorry, Locke! We'll focus only on the kidneys, okay?
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