Liking Harry potter, but not a "huge" reader of the fandom...I can say that this really floors me. I Consider Fanfiction a rather large "gray" area when it comes to writing tales about already established characters. However, when a talanted authors stoops as low as to put quotes and dialogue from various sources, that's a bit pathetic. I would have recognized the buffy sources, having a few characters in my stories "influenced" by the Buffy verse and Angel. Yet, I agonized over a OC character called Callie for My resident Evil story, to say the "song of the green" (she's based a little off of drucilla and Illyria in the manner of speech.) Here is how I used it:
"Days past sluggishly. So many tests, so many days asleep. Too tired to move. She could hear whispers, the sound of music no one else seemed to hear. Callie had no idea where the music was coming from. Mr. Wesker visited her often, and was very interested in the songs Callie heard. He told her that her DNA was being re-written, and that she was a hybrid of sorts. A part of NOVA was forever inside her, changing her physical makeup as well as her internal. He sounded pleased about this, and seemed relieved that she would survive after all. He brought her flowers one day, and the song Callie heard grew deafening. Callie could see images in her head: of trees, meadows, insects and birds. She could feel the earth speaking to her, teaching ancient secrets so that she may learn--understand the forgotten language. When Callie told this to Mr. Wesker, he listened--truly listened. He seemed to believe her when no one else would. Only when Callie used her newfound knowledge by changing the flowers to pink instead of white--did the others believe.
After she was better, Mr. Wesker gave her a place among the new BOW--told her she was special, unique, even among his own. He built her a private garden where Callie could listen to the song of the green as often as she wanted. It was her sanctuary, her private paradise…"
When Illyria in Angel season 5 loses her powers, she is running her fingers over the plants along the hallway, and states "I can no longer hear the song of the green." (or something along those lines...) I thought people were going to bash me or somthing, but no one noticed. Maybe I'm just really paranoid, but I want to be true in my talant and style in writing--as well as my artwork.
Bottom line, I may be influenced by characters and dialogue, but I damn well no better than to use them word for word. That woman was a lazy fool and deserves whatever flames or reprecussions she receives.
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13/8/06 16:34 (UTC)"Days past sluggishly. So many tests, so many days asleep. Too tired to move. She could hear whispers, the sound of music no one else seemed to hear. Callie had no idea where the music was coming from. Mr. Wesker visited her often, and was very interested in the songs Callie heard. He told her that her DNA was being re-written, and that she was a hybrid of sorts. A part of NOVA was forever inside her, changing her physical makeup as well as her internal. He sounded pleased about this, and seemed relieved that she would survive after all. He brought her flowers one day, and the song Callie heard grew deafening. Callie could see images in her head: of trees, meadows, insects and birds. She could feel the earth speaking to her, teaching ancient secrets so that she may learn--understand the forgotten language. When Callie told this to Mr. Wesker, he listened--truly listened. He seemed to believe her when no one else would. Only when Callie used her newfound knowledge by changing the flowers to pink instead of white--did the others believe.
After she was better, Mr. Wesker gave her a place among the new BOW--told her she was special, unique, even among his own. He built her a private garden where Callie could listen to the song of the green as often as she wanted. It was her sanctuary, her private paradise…"
When Illyria in Angel season 5 loses her powers, she is running her fingers over the plants along the hallway, and states "I can no longer hear the song of the green." (or something along those lines...) I thought people were going to bash me or somthing, but no one noticed. Maybe I'm just really paranoid, but I want to be true in my talant and style in writing--as well as my artwork.
Bottom line, I may be influenced by characters and dialogue, but I damn well no better than to use them word for word. That woman was a lazy fool and deserves whatever flames or reprecussions she receives.