some crazy film analysis thing

i did it for the points

sorry

it is for spirited away however, which is a lovely movie :3

also, actual heart and soul can be found in in the two posts below this

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Ordinary World:

their old home off somewhere

also perhaps the actual ordinary, non-spirit world

Call to Adventure:

moving away

Chihiro being dragged into the spirit world, her parents turned into pigs

Haku: "talk to the boiler man, get a job, if he refuses you must insist."

Refusal of Call:

bad attitude about moving and all

Meeting the Mentor:

Haku finds her and instructs and helps her along at first

Kamajii also a mentor, tells her to

Crossing the Threshold:

talking to Yubaba and getting work in the bath house

Tests, Allies, and Enemies:

the whole ordeal with that stink spirit

Haku is not only apparently untrustworthy, but also apparently a dragon

encounter with the odd baby character

Approach the Inmost Cave:

chasing Haku down

The Ordeal:

nasty encounter with the bloated No-face

The Reward:

Zeniba breaks the curse

the baby and the crow become Chihiro's friends

Chihiro receives the protective hairband

The Road Back:

simply the trainride back

Resurrection:

Chihiro discovers Haku's real name and he is finally healed

one final test where she must pick out which of the pigs are actually her parents

Return with Elixir:

gets her parents back, gets back to real world

leaves as a much more mature person

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Heroes-

Haku

Chihiro

Kamajii

No-face

Mentors-

Haku

Kamajii

Lyn

Threshold guardians-

Kamajii

Yubaba

Stink spirit

No-face

Heralds-

Kamajii

Lyn

Chihiro

Zeniba

Shapeshifters-

Yubaba

Haku

No-face

Zeniba

Shadows-

Yubaba

No-face

Tricksters-

No-face

Zeniba

Drive's Journey!

first person is better than no person at all

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Heya. I'm Spazel Acrotand. That was my Human name, anyway. Most people call me Drive now, you probably ought to as well.

Just so you're clear, there's three kinds of people here. Elemen, Humans, and Hybrids. I'm a first-generation Hybrid, proud of it. But, in case you hadn't noticed, Elemania's been riddled with racism lately. Nobody really trusts a Hybrid.

The Elemen are probably justified in this, really... with all they've been through, with jerks like Vaargt and Lustra destroying everything for them. Then there's the Humans who regard us as oddballs, outcasts. It's just their nature to look down on the minority, I guess.

Well, whatever. I live in the north half of the island, where there's not really any big community anyway. We're pretty-tight knit up in the north, even if there aren't too many of us. So I don't experience the brunt of the the racial profiling.

Anyway, I'm pretty much top-notch when it comes to golemy. (It's kind of like engineering, but mostly magic-oriented rather than what you'd call science.) I design all kinds of magic-based mechanisms, and I can fix them too. I like what I do, and I manage a comfortable living from that. Oh yeah, did I mention I was nineteen years old? Not bad for someone my age, hmm? Yep, so things have been going pretty smooth, overall.

'cept one thing. Ever hear of the Archgang? No? That's because they stay hidden and pick on guys like me. And by picking on me, I mean that they slip into my warehouse at night and steal my goods. Bunch of low-life scum if you ask me. One time I catch one of them in the act, he sees me and nearly torches me to death! Pah! Something's gotta be done, I tell you what.

Only trouble is, I can't say I know what to do. Elemania's in a semi-anarchy state right now, so I've got to take things into my own hands. Taking on these guys on my own would be suicide. Though, I suppose there's a handful of other people who are having similar troubles. I think they're trying to get some justice on their own, too.

I don't like any of 'em. At least, I don't like the way they do things. They're all brash, and honestly I don't think they'll be able to make much of a dent without getting themselves killed. But what can I say? Maybe I can whip these guys into shape and we can get something done. Might as well talk to them. Maybe I'll get involved.

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Hero: Spazel/"Drive"; young man of the minority race.

Ordinary World: Part of a tight-knit sparsely-populated community. Talented engineer for magical things, runs a shop, lives a comfortable life.

Call to Action: Some nasty "Archgang" group threatens his business and his safety.

Special World: Working with a handful of people with similar troubles, trying to work with their carelessness and unorganizedness, and helping them actually make a dent in the offending group.

HEROISM

Name: Spazel Acrotand

Nick: Drive

Specie: Hybrid Elemen

Gender: Male

Age: Early 20's

Home: Elemania (Barren Plains region)
Alignment: "I'm not really aligned with anyone really; sometimes I work with TEM on stuff."

Trade: Magical Engineering

Lifestyle: Comfortable but not luxurious.

Appearance: Quite a bit shorter than a "typical" hybrid. Has a pretty long tail that can actually support him as well as his feet.

Clothing style: Generally just a plain, brown cloak and hat.

Most fitting archetypes: Mentor / Shapeshifter

General Attitude: Fairly serious fellow. Doesn't take kindly to hot-headed personalities. Very analytical.

Sociability: He likes to talk to people, and he'll usually have interesting things to talk about. Doesn't have bad manners, but isn't much of a gentleman either.

Mannerisms: Doesn't smile much. Usually he'll have the same mellow, somewhat bored expression. You can tell his mood from his tone of voice more than anything else.
Strongest desire: Just a peaceful life, mostly. Perhaps a bit of recognition.

Greatest fear: Death.

Most valuable possession: "Not too worried about what I own, so long as I can make stuff. I'm kind of fond of my hat, though."
How he/she feels about love: "Someone to love would be nice, I suppose. But it sounds like more trouble than it's worth, honestly."
Philosophy on life: "Don't let others live your life for you."

Some stuff he said:

• "Hah! Some things are worse off fixed than they are broken, kid! Realizing that, it's just as much a part of being an engineer as anything else."
• "I don't think you're really the good-guys if you don't actually care about anyone but your own little group. You might be benefiting some people inadvertently, but there's no virtue in you."

Adaptation!

This adaptation is going to make you say "HECK YES" alright let's do it

(shhhhhh scripts are okay right, I like scripts more anyway)

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{atop a hill, colonel prescott along with three minutemen (sam, doug, and josh) are exposed and vulnerable and will certainly become victim to the approaching british army if they don't do something fast!!}

COLONEL PRESCOTT: Good heavens, my lads!! That's really the end of our ammunition? What's wrong with you?!

MINUTEMAN SAM: sir I don't think there's anything wrong with us and I don't think we have any time to waste arguing over it either

COLONEL PRESCOTT: Well said, well said. Alrrrrrrrright then I guess we're going to need to figure out a super-clever and STYLISH way to trump those RED COAT SCUM before they overtake us entirely!!

MINUTEMAN JOSH: okay but we better make it quick

{suddenly the british fire a nasty shot that lands a hit right on minuteman josh!!}

MINUTEMAN JOSH: ggghkgrhk, so much bleeding.

{minuteman josh falls to the ground, either unconscious or dead, I'm not even sure.}

MINUTEMAN DOUG: oh this is not looking good for us

MINUTEMAN SAM: dang, and there's so many of them too, another soldier down is the last thing we need, eh

COLONEL PRESCOTT: Come now, men! It's not so bad!! We have LIBERTY and INDEPENDENCE on the line and we cannot afford to let our countrymen down!!

MINUTEMAN DOUG: okay

{suddenly a multitude of shots go whizzing by. after a couple close calls, minuteman doug does fall.}

MINUTEMAN SAM: oh dear, this is an equally devastating loss

MINUTEMAN DOUG: oh no worries, I just sort of lost my footing, I am completely unscathed

MINUTEMAN SAM: doug you had me so worried, how could you ?!

{minuteman sam promptly kicks minuteman doug in the face, who in turn falls over unconscious}

MINUTEMAN SAM: oops, this was not the intended outcome

COLONEL PRESCOTT: I ASK YOU AGAIN, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

MINUTEMAN SAM: I am sorry, this is all my fault

COLONEL PRESCOTT: NO TIME FOR THAT, GO GET SOME MORE MEN UP HERE OR WE'RE BOTH DONE FOR

MINUTEMAN SAM: sir we are entirely out of men

COLONEL PRESCOTT: Dang it, I don't want problems, soldier, I want solutions!!

{a cannonball whizzes past and misses the two remaining rebels entirely.}

MINUTEMAN SAM: hmm, they must not be able to aim very well from down there, they're kind of wasting their ammo, aren't they

COLONEL PRESCOTT: THAT'S IT, SOLDIER

MINUTEMAN SAM: what I don't even

COLONEL PRESCOTT: THE ONLY WAY WE CAN TROUNCE THESE KIDS IS IF WE STEER CLEAR OF ALL THEIR SHOTS UNTIL THEY COME CLOSER

MINUTEMAN SAM: well, yeah, I suppose that's one thing we can do to conserve ammo, but do you really think we can dodge them forever

COLONEL PRESCOTT: ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT

MINUTEMAN SAM: I am not liking this plan very much at all but

COLONEL PRESCOTT: DON'T FIRE 'TIL YOU SEE THE WHITES OF THEIR EYES!!

MINUTEMAN SAM: okay then

{regrettably, the catchy strategy was not enough and they were trounced by the british.}

{but they were remembered in history!!}

Story Song

I tell ya, no tale's quite so full of glory as the Americans' cracked up version of their revolution. Well, ah, who am I to know just how much they stretched the truth. Anywhat, it's a nice little story.

And what better to jazz up a story like that further than to turn it into a crazy children's song! Heck yeah, I'm talking about Schoolhouse Rock, fellas. Let's run with it!!

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"Shot Heard 'Round the World"
from Schoolhouse Rock
(written and performed by Bob Dorough)
Lyrics here !!!


Plot!!

• The Glorious American Revolutionary War. The Americans and the British are in lovely combat and the song goes on and elicits the details of some of them!

Characters!!

• British
• Cornwallis
• Revolutionaries (Minute men)
• Paul Revere
• General Washington
• Colonel Prescott
• France and Spain??

Conflict!!

• Why, the lovely fighting that's going on between the british soldiers and the revolutionaries, of course!

Theme!!

• Independence
• Patriotism

Setting!!

• British Colonial America
• Old North Bridge
• Bunker Hill
• Delaware
• Valley Forge
• Yorktown

Six word memoooooirs

Now, does anybody actually read through every baby tidbit of text that falls into making this kind of a blog? Heck no! Not a chance, lads! At least, I certainly don't. But maybe there'll be a right better chance if it's actually short enough to read through. Worth'a shot, anyhow. So read away, kapeesh?

(Nah I kid, I read through your stuff, I do.)

((Eh, usually anyway.))

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In no particular order BUT STILL IN REVERSE ORDER!!

10; plain sight was never so obvious!

9; sorrow fights much harder than joy.

8; when in doubt, abuse your power!

7; don't fall without causing a crater!

6; unfortunately, with water comes pond scum.

5; careful, lads. this garden ain't eden.

4; elevators like these only go down.

3; hardly a boat unless it floats.

2; many good ideas die when executed.

1; oops this isn't enough words

Grand Theft Poetry!

okay I stole some lines and then I unstole said lines to make something useful

(this one has no relation to the character of omatav, regrettably)

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Gentlemen, we've all proven ourselves

We stand our ground stalwart

On a bloodstained minefield that has never been safe;

When does it explode?

Kill them.

a Mass extinction to be inflicted on my own kin;

The fowl of the air alone carry my secrets.

At night, as the skies wash out the light,

I plead to the stars

that no soul will realize:

that I'm protecting the rest of humankind

Tears stained red,

Blood stained cold,

Words stained with silence,

the silence that crushes the strongest man

and makes him weep

Privileged to command with authority and grace.

but...

what would you have me do?

Speak what you will. Likewise, will I.

Perhaps we will see, yet, who is truly more free.

Freedom weighted against consciousness

Fame against sincerity

Children haunt the minefield on which we are planted

They inflict fear enough to cause one to fall;

The fall drowned in the endless expanse

But proclaimed in its own way nonetheless.

Otherwise, will it end?

An acceptable poem

(this may need more work)


"Closed walls"
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Steel reflecting steel
no luster permeating the
lucid and unstable
shells
...that cradle the spinelessness of our trailing existences.

A spark of oneself scrambling
to
exist in plain sight
...but it was already buried and sealed
away.

Acceptance can be forged;
merit and prowess are not carried
and drop themselves thoughtlessly,
if direction should
be thrown.

No blank can harbour ingenuity
Given nothing present;
therein, nothing can
...sigh
nothing can
...recoil
nothing can
...flow
nothing is
...frail
it's no
...concern of mine

Care can be cold blooded
and frivolous

It's dead but it happens.

Very Bad Poetry

(okay out of character, I have no idea how to explain this one, so we may regard it to be completely unrelated to Omatav and his wacky adventures that don't seem to have actually happened yet. ooooooooooooooooop.)

THERE IS BAD POETRY AND THEN THERE IS VERY BAD POETRY

I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO!!! !

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Today my very best best friend
whose name, you know, was ryan

Was moving away, but I forgot where,
but anyway I wanted to do some good-bye-in'.

And lo; I saw the poor soul off,
and hoped his journey well.

His sweater was green, a greenish green,
Kind of like a cup of jell-

o. He smilled and bellowed, "I love you, friend!"
And tears warbled down his cheeks,

I knew, I wouldn't see him ever again
at least, not for some weeks.

It was looking very rather
bleak.







*cries*

Who are these people?

Alright so I was hanging out around the train station a couple days back. See, there's only one way to get back to the base, and everyway before I'd do that, I've got to wait for all the civilians to leave. Place around the entrance is pretty crowded, aye, and the station's good a place to wait around as any.
Uh, some conversation stood out at me whiles I was there. I couldn't make much sense of it for the life of me. Dah, I'll just write it out for ya, nothing else will do this kind of madness any justice.
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Man- oh my goodness it is getting so very late and the train is still not here!!
Woman- how remarkably unfortunate for you!!
Man- how remarkably unfortunate for us!!
Woman- yes!!
Man- I think I require some sort of thing to divert myself for the duration of time that will precede the train's arrival!!
Woman- I know let's play some table tennis!!
Man- great idea!!

Man- wait what, how will that work
Woman- it won't!!
Man- oh

Man- I am going to make oragami with my tie!!
Woman- that is an excellent idea!!
Man- look, this is a crane!!
Woman- oh my goodness it looks just like a crane indeed!!
Man- I know right!!
Woman- what else can you possibly do??
Man- look this is a swan!!
Woman- oh my goodness it looks just like the crane you made thirty seconds ago.
Man- I know right!!

Man- oh, does it really
Woman- yes
Man- I guess I had better learn to create a larger variety of tie oragami then!!
Woman- I see no reason why not!!
Man- okay!!

[at this point I was amused and I thought maybe I ought to join in the madness. But I decided to let the thread keep up on its own.]

Woman- personally I think every word with a "u" in it should be instead spelled with two o's
Man- that would look a bit silly for a while I'm sure!!
Woman- this is true!!
Man- I believe you mean "this is trooe"!!
Woman- oh but that is precisely what I just said already
Man- well I mean I sort of pronounced "true" differently as if it were to be spelled with two o's instead of a u!!
Woman- pronounciation wouldn't change silly, only spelling would
Man- but then the amusing oddities of this change would only appear in anything that is written down!!
Woman- well then I guess if anyone is writing this down then if someone reads it they will get the joke
[oh hey]
Man- yes I guess so!!


Woman- hey that guy over there has a funny looking hat!!
[I'd say the lass was refering to me and my hat here, but it wouldn't be any good acting out here so I just kept cool.]
Man- what guy what hat I don't see it I FEEL LEFT OUT
Woman- oh that guy right there don't you see
Man- oh yes!!
Woman- his hat is funny is it not!!
Man- well actually I own a hat kind of like that and
Woman- surely it must be equally funny-looking!!
Man- w-well I think it's a very nice hat
Woman- sorry but it clearly must be a funny looking hat and I dictate that and therefore it must hold true
Man- okay
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The man seemed right put-out after that bit there. Poor guy.
My hat doesn't look funny, while I'm thinking of it. It's like, the most kick-face hat you'll ever see. Heck yeah.

Something about a painting or somewhat?

Hey so my not-the-youngest kid brother was telling me about this wacky painting. Something about a fireman in a museum looking at a painting of a house on fire, if memory serves. As I always do with this sort of thing, I just went ahead and started pulling off the top of my head about what the whole thing is supposed to mean. Since paintings always have some kind of meaning to get out of 'em, right?

Eh, pretty much I told him the whole thing was a metaphor of some guy's memory. See then, the guy in the painting, he's the lad the memory belongs to, and the museum itself is the guy's mind. So he's remembering something all the sudden, which is why he's suddenly present in the museum scene. The painting's gonna be some one memory. So, some firefighter remembering one particular memory about a house on fire.

Ya following me so far? Well why's this guy remembering the fire anyway? If he's in his firefighter gear in the painting, he's probably about to go fighting a fire in real life. But then he remembers another fire from his past. Why's he remember it? Let's say that particular fire is one he failed to rescue someone in, or he got there too late or something, and he knows he can't live with himself if he messes up again.

Or maybe the guy isn't a firefighter at all and he's seeing his own house burn down. He's feeling pretty down, but besides that he's not even registering that it's really happening. So it's like he's looking at it as if it's a painting or something that isn't real. And he's in firefighter gettup since he wishes there's something he coulda done to stop it.

Heh. I can think of stuff pretty quick-a-like on the spot. It's a skill ya need out there in the rough, I tell ya.

Hey look I'm not stuck in secrecy anylong!

Heya. Omatav here. I've got some good news for ya, yes I do. Klesh and the other up-top folk went out on a heckuvva long mission, somethin' about a nasty conspiracy what with a bio-weapon breakout. I prob'ly ought ta not say that it's based mostly in Bangladesh. But I surely can't see any harm in saying so, and what can my boss-types do ta me when they're all the way over in Asia somewhere?

Welps, that takes me right to what I was getting around to saying. Pretty much I've got free reign to write whatever the hecks I want about what I do and what I hear. Since my bosses can't do much to me when they're out on operations that far away, aye. And if some other group makes trouble for us 'cause of the things I leak out, then mind you I'll handle it quick and swift. I can take care of myself and so can my pals.

I'd daresay we're invincible, or close enough to it so we're not concerned about what anyone else would do. Kapeesh?

But ya know, there's nothin' greatly exciting to talk of yet though, all that aside. I'll keep ya posted.

Awright!

oh hey welcome to the pool room, it is a large and vast pool room with no actual pool tables but it's a pool room anyway because everyone wants to hang out in a pool room dangit

So I guess I'm supposed to introduce myself or somewhat? My good friends, I am Omatav Cocktail and I don't play fair. Listen up good and listen up fast because you'll miss something if you don't!!

See now, I'm situated up here in Norway where I'm a part of a legendary group of vigilantes, and I've been with them since I was a wee lad. It's a nice gig I tell ya what. And I'm no thug, mind you I've played my part in shooting down the nastier radicals around here who threaten all kinds of national and international security. I don't care what you've heard, it's an unruly place up north.

I've also got charge over my two kid brothers who aren't quite ready for the stuff I've got to put up with. They'll get up there some day. But hey, I'm right fond of them just the way they are now. Cute little guys, them.

I daresay I can't put too much about what I do around here, I'm not so concerned about information security personally. We got nothin' to hide. The other guys up top get upset over that kinda thing, though. So I won't speak up much yet. But hey, I'm here.