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  • in reply to: Funkmachine’s art. #140783

    Funkmachine7
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    Thanks for that she looks much better now.

    And now it’s story time.


    Travis-burg starport, 25:75 galactic time

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    Sapphira drain the last of her coffee and wondered just how long was her flight going to be delayed.

    She picked up the case, and tried to open it for the millionth time.
    Her grandma’s will said that the case was important, that Sapphira had to keep it safe until the right person came along.

    Great even after she dead she nags me about not haveing a boyfriend.

    Then it happened a loud Zap as the table exploded in blast of purple fire.
    “Get her! Being me the case!” a man shouted as pair mechs burst in to the waiting room.

    Sapphira turned to run and found here self looking down the barrel of loaded gun.
    A strong arm shoved her to the ground and the pistol fired.

    “Come with me if you want to live” The gun woman spoke as she pulled Sapphira to her feet.

    It was a mad dash out the door as police sirens wailed in the distance.
    Minute’s later Sapphira found her self fighting for breath in a back allay.
    But now she could take a moment and look at her rescuer.

    For a moment she thought that woman was police, but no that wasn’t a police uniform, all red and blue just what uniform is it?
    “wh..Who where they! they tried to kill me!”

    “Shush, they haven’t gone far,there organ leggier from the Stygian sector.
    And no they can’t kill you, your worth far more alive.. for now.”

    The woman slid another magazine into her pistol.
    “I’m Raven, Raven Celeste and right now i’m your own guardian angel because i need that case unlocked.”

    “This you can have this stupid thing.”
    “It doesn’t work that way, it’s got a time lock on the gene code reader we cant open it for the next 48 hours.”

    “Gene code reader? We? What are you on about?
    “Well she didn’t tell you much did she? your grandma was the head scientist for the Celeste battle clone program and in that case is a gene de-encrypter.
    I need that de-encrypter to live.

    in reply to: Funkmachine’s art. #140753

    Funkmachine7
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    I was more thinking of it being the field uniform to the fancier dress uniform.


    That’s what i was working off as the dress uniform, lots of impracticable touches like the silver chains as aiguillette, dashing a stylish yes but not something you’d wear day to day.

    in reply to: Show your work: Progress of a design #140648

    Funkmachine7
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    The first thing i do is put down an anchor body, the first part you put down will always be in the centrer of the frame.
    It is where every thing re centres to, both on export, if you move the view or when you reset movement.
    So put down a part body you’re not going to use and give it a bright pink out line.

    Here we have what i mean, i want to add in a second person to this pic.

    Now i could just try and put them in, but working with them so far out of shot is difficult, so lets move him over.


    The pink torso has to stay in the center but we can move the other parts, one at time over to the red body, the blue is where the second person goes.

    And here he is in his new home, now on to blue lady.
    I like to work in the centre and have an uncluttered view, so the next step is to screen off the rest with a big square from background and create another body.

    So theres not much to see but here she is.

    Shuffled over and cleaned up.

    in reply to: Just my Machinings #140482

    Funkmachine7
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    Sort of worked? the dam thing looks great! 10/10!

    in reply to: Funkmachine’s art. #140477

    Funkmachine7
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    Glad you like it, i was aiming to have it come off with a militaristic vibe, hence the multiple buttons on the jacket/top’s breast segment which was kind of inspired by a Hussar’s dolman jacket.
    (Ok really i was binge watching farscape, that gave me some ideas and forced me in to a black and red colour scheme.)


    This one’s a bit iffy in my view, the grenade works but the red blue and white strip clash too much with the tiger strips, and the hat doesn’t fit at all.


    The same image but with sensible boring cameo colours, now the strip stands out to much and i think the buttons down the leg is a step too far, what do you all think?

    in reply to: Funkmachine’s art. #140435

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    in reply to: Anothers take on it. #140354

    Funkmachine7
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    That’s great.
    I really like how you’ve drawn it in a way i wouldn’t of done.

    in reply to: Anothers take on it. #140316

    Funkmachine7
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    Bump?
    Any one want some thing redrawn?

    in reply to: Funkmachine’s art. #140122

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    “Find them! Where are those frelling women!”

    Yep i need some kind of thug leader

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    I still can’t seem to get saddle to fit right, maybe furtherer back.

    in reply to: Funkmachine’s art. #139994

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    Finally a reference pose and an end to the mystery of what Emaile Le Mort looks from behind.

    I’m not that happy with the back, anyone got know how to make it better.
    Trying out some new tops, i think she now cursed to never wear a normal top.

    Really happy with how the mask came out on this one.

    The face is in front of silver surround and the refecltion is from the neckware collar thing with some alpha work.

    —————–
    The Blood Phoenix
    Part: 3?
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    July 24, 2014
    The lobby of a called “massage pallor” owned by Tony ‘Two Toes’.

    Katherine was here for one reason only money, ‘Two Toes’ kept a counting room on the top floor.
    She had to take care, there where dozens of innocent men and women in here.

    Quickly she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled the mask down over her face….

     

    August 3, 2014

    The basement of our hero’s hide out.

    “Juanita! there’s twenty of them at least!, how are we going to get of this?”

    The thud echoed down the stairs as the door started to shake.

    in reply to: Funkmachine’s art. #139944

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    in reply to: The Le Mort files #139904

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    Part 5

    Carburettors and cannibal.

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    The night was icy cold and dark, as a woman waited in the shadows.
    The dieing orange glow of a cigarette lit her face, as she glance at her watch.
    She was tall with lean, almost predatory look in her razor sharp blue eyes.
    She flicked the last of her cigarette in to the gutter and and ground under her stiletto heel.

    It was a risky job this one, dangerous too with the new client but she need the money without it she’d be dead soon.

    Another cigarette slipped in to her ruby lips as her wait ended.
    The car slowed to a stop at the far end of the ally and he got out, the local sheriff.

    A gun bulged under his shoulder as he walked to her, so she let her coat slide open showing him the large Beretta submachine gun.

    “a… ar.. Are you the “exterminator”? the sheriff all but whispered his voice betraying his nerves.

    The woman just look at him her face blank as she took one last puff before she crushed the smouldering cigarette in her fingers.

    “No I’m Lillian, and i’m an assassin and you call me such, i’m not an exterminator, a cleaner, a torpedo, a plumber, a wet boy, a mechanic, a jackal, a hatchet man, a trigger girl, or any other crap like that.
    I’m here to kill for money and that all, are you clear on that?.
    Good, now you have the money for the down payment?

    “what? but.. but we haven’t discussed who i’m hiring you for.”
    “Do you think it matter’s? your the Sheriff and i’m the bounty hunter to bring them in dead.So who do i kill?”

    “I need you kill the local branch of the Satan’s Cossacks.”

    “Ok im going to ask you for two things.

    One fifteen thousand dollars for each of them.

    Two you give me your duty side arm, because i want you to be the one that runs the crime scene.

    Do we have a deal?”….

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    in reply to: Funkmachine’s art. #139159

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    in reply to: Funkmachine’s art. #139094

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    Been binge reading the manga Lady devil man, and well there’s a lovely Cheongsam and that inspired me to have a go at one.

    in reply to: ONE PART, MANY CHARACTERS contest…… #138976

    Funkmachine7
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    Man. I want to see dialogue between these three . . .

    Well here you go, it turn out i’m going to write some Si-Fi…

    —–

    “Well lady’s what do we have here? An Offworlder, out side of space town.
    You know the quarantine code says that’s a death crime space man.
    Now keep your hands where i can seem, Cyndry search him, see if we have to call in for back up?
    Ok what’s your name and entrance number?”

    “see if we have to call in for back up?”

    That meant do you have money for the bribe.
    Hendricks froze up, he wasn’t meant to be shaken down by the local cops, he was an agent of the Solar Investigation Bureau, not some captain of flying scrap heap.

    A pair of eyes flashed in the darkness
    “I see you’ve found some trouble already, Hendricks.” it was a woman’s voice, with a thick off planet accent he couldn’t place.

    Then he saw her, bright green eyes and crimson hair, the pair of jaggaed claw marks across her face.
    As she stepped from the shadow he could see the rest of her, tall and lithe with legs long and lean,a body tuned to perfection, built to be a human killing machine.
    Freydis

    “Freydis the Claw! I should of known it would be you. Send a gene freak to hunt a gene freak…

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