Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Character Creation and Discussion
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Join Date: Oct 2004
I detect lots of off-topics here.
So allow me to counter with this.
TEARS OF THE NORTHERN WIND
// onboard train //
“Armstrong said we should be going. The Gale Whistler has been invoked and it would be a matter of time before he sets off.”
“I thought we’d stay onboard for another couple of days! Mou, why didn’t they bring us as well? I know they’re up into something.”
“There’s no time. We have to hurry.”
Elisa left. Nanoha, Fate, Hayate and Keroko looked at one another. They never expected the mission to be so quick, and they were getting curious when Elisa said “the Gale Whistler had been invoked”.
“Are you sure we have to go?”
Nanoha finally asked.
“She sounds urgent,”
“I can tell from her face.”
“There’s no other way. If Ojiichan himself needs us, then we have to help him,”
“I’ll meet up with Vita and everybody else,”
Hayate said and called Reinforce Zwei.
“Let’s go, Rein-
“Just leave it to me!” Reinforce Zwei declared.
They separated. Fate, Hayate and Keroko left Nanoha inside the room. She looked at herself, and at Raising Heart that was placed on the bedside table. The red jewel had been idle even after she woke up and gave it a soft touch. She was doubtful of her capability if a battle was inevitable.
She picked Raising Heart. She stared into her reflection.
She giggled. She kissed Raising Heart.
She transformed. Uniform dematerialized and turned into particles that would later form the Barrier Jacket. Raising Heart switched to its Combat Form and hummed as a result of the processing of Mana inside the nano-generator. The transformation was brief, and when it was over Nanoha stepped back on the floor.
She opened her eyes. “Let’s go, Raising Heart.”
Hikki stopped. He glared deep into Father Augustus’s eyes. The bishop was laughing at the victory he had achieved, and was returning the stare with deep enthusiasm. The boy said nothing, and Father Augustus realized he was standing in the Gale Whistler’s way, so he backed off and bowed to him.
“We have awaited your return, Gale Whistler,” he spoke. “Your presence will greatly help us in reviving the might of the Chronomancer Dynasty.”
He was not listening. Instead, he turned to the dragon and left Father Augustus in staggered footsteps. The beast roared to imitate the boy but he did not bulge and kept approaching it. The dragon eventually succumbed and watched as the boy looked up at it.
“Where is she?”
As if understanding the question, the dragon lifted its paw. Father Augustus was shocked; Patricia was in relief. Dazed, frightened but otherwise unharmed, Katrina was sheltered underneath the dragon’s feet, confused by the sudden twist of even that was unfolding before her.
“You knew there was a living being inside this building.”
The dragon lowered its head, allowing Hikki to touch its forehead.
“You were forced to commit this act of treachery. I understand.”
The dragon growled in low voice, as if seeking for forgiveness from the Gale Whistler, and was thrilled when he scratched the back of its earlobe.
“Do not worry. I am not with them,”
“Big Brother!” Katrina seized his legs and started crying, murmuring his name and burying her face beneath the clothes. He chuckled at the emotion display and softly patted the girl’s head.
“You are alright now,”
he told her.
Hikki turned back. Leaving Katrina with the now-curious dragon, approached the monks who were guarding Patricia and sent them running for life with a murderous looked. He looked down at Patricia, her attire torn after she had fought to flee the monks’ strangles, and the woman looked up at him “Please… don’t harm me…”
He knelt. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around Patricia’s body.
“It’s cold outside here. You should not be loitering around.”
He took the glasses that had fallen onto the icy ground and put it back on her face, correcting it so it would not come off.
“Leave now. Things will get very messy after this.”
“Hikki…” Without saying anything, she left him and met up with Katrina before taking her and the rest of the children out of the area.
“Gale Whistler! What are you doing?” Father Augustus barked. “Don’t you know that she is supposed to be your sacrificial gift?”
“Sacrificial gift? What is she? A lamb?”
There was a tone of sarcasm when he asked the question.
“I take no sacrifice.”
Instantly magic symbol appeared underneath his feet and began rotating in slow contraclockwise motion. Several monks took initiative actions and charged at him, but their movements were blocked when he cast several binding strings and strangled them off the ground.
“You seem to forget a very important matter, pitiful beings.”
He lifted his hand and summoned a very dark gale that began to rotate in violent rotation.
“Don’t call me…”
He lifted face to show the Warrior Monks his eyes, now changed colour to golden yellow.
He tossed the gale across. The force of the wind projectile was so overwhelming it sent everybody flying into the air in one hit. Some of the monks managed to evade the attack and counterattacked with energy projectiles. “Fools rush in.” He summoned another set of gales and fired them at the attackers. Calmly he fought the remaining monks, shooting gale projectiles at them and dodging everything that was thrown against him with ease. Father Augustus became desperate and summoned underworld creatures, but even these could not stop Hikki and before long they fell to his hands.
“I am Hikki Kokurabuji,”
“That is all you have to know.”
Father Augustus fell onto his bum. “Impossible! You’re supposed to be the key for the revival of the Dynasty! Your awakening is supposed to mark the return of the Chronomancers!” he cried. “You… you…”
Hikki ignored the frightened bishop and summoned another dark gale off his palm. This time, he gave Father Augustus a very annoyed look.
“You misused your role for the people and chose the path of destruction instead,”
“You made the monks mar Patricia’s innocence with those filthy hands of theirs. You even took the children’s innocent souls to fulfil your greed.”
“I’m sorry! Please spare me! Please, I beg of you!”
The dark gale turned into a sword.
He cleaved the bishop. His cries were heard across the snowy land before his voice was drowned by the whistling gale. He let the gale sword vibrate in his hand for seconds before he discarded it off.
The dragon approached him and softly nudged its nose against his face. His reaction was to give the dragon a soft pat on its cheek, and the dragon growled in response. “You’re now free. Go.” The dragon ignored his words and continued nudging his face, and he could only laugh. “Very well. You may stay.”
He dropped onto his knees. The sudden influx of power had overwhelmed his body, and started causing him his strength. The dragon whimpered and pushed his body before he laughed at its reaction. “I’m just tired. Don’t worry. I’ll be alright.”
He turned around. Patricia had left her hiding spot and was running towards him. With a weak smile, he collapsed and fell to the snow, before Patricia caught his body in her arms. He managed to open her eyes and stared into the auburn eyes that were looking down at him in worry. “Patricia…”
Unconsciously he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I remember now…” he murmured, even as he buried his face in the clothes. “Do you want to hear everything?”
Not taking attention of the dragon that was gazing at the mankind under its wings she nodded and gently rubbed his back. “Yes, please.”
The night was cold and snowy. The dragon zealously guarded the monastery, keeping people away from the vicinity. The children had returned home, with a promise not to tell anyone about the dragon or anything that had happened to them.
“Here.” Patricia gave him the hot cocoa and sat next to the blanketed boy. “It must have been a painful experience to regain your long-lost power, mustn’t it?” she asked.
“It’s more painful than you may think.” He put down the mug and let the nun see the dark gale as he summoned it. “I possess this forbidden power ever since I was a little child. Everybody was afraid of me because I had this power to change history and the course of time.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Patricia said. “Only God changes history and time. How can a human being have the power to do God’s works?”
“I’m… I’m not supposed to exist in this world because of this.” He extinguished the dark gale and sighed in profound melancholy. “But then… there were some people who didn’t care of what I was and accepted me as if I’m a human.” He closed his eyes. “It was also their generosity that cost them their life. I was responsible for the sins I should have not carried.”
“You mustn’t say that kind of words,” Patricia objected, seizing his hands as to emphasize her answer. “Only God will decide on who will carry other people’s sins. Only God will decide on how your responsibility will be.”
He shook his head. “How can I? First… I killed Yuu. Then… I broke Claes’ heart. After that, I had to leave Mai and…” He cried, unable to continue his words and he kept on crying, even after Patricia gave him a comforting hug. “What am I supposed to do? I feel the whole world… universe doesn’t want me. Who can I rely on now?”
“Hush now,” Patricia assured and placed soft kisses upon his scalp. “You always have me to talk with.”
“No buts,” she spoke, silencing his protesting heart with a smile that was soothing as it always was. “Remember. I’m in charge of my guests. It’s my responsibility to look after their welfare.”
“Patricia…” He hid his face in her arms, embarrassed when she teased him with the reminder. “You don’t have to be that cruel… you’re just like someone’s mother…”
Patricia giggled. “You don’t have to be glum. I’m always here to help.”
The dragon roared. He got off Patricia and immediately rushed outside, only to be greeted by a scene unlike anything else. Before he could do anything, his left arm twitched and left him scream in pain after the Chronograph power surged. “Oh, please, not again…!”
“It seems the Magnolia Warrior Monks have failed to realize this fact yet,”
a voice was heard.
“Being the rightful owner of the Chronograph power doesn’t mean he is the chosen candidate to revive the cursed dynasty.”
“Who… is that?!” he barked and yelped when the Chronograph power flowed out of his arm. Immediately the dragon stood by his side, protectively spreading its wings as to ward off the unwanted guests.
“Your bloodlust must be calmed no matter the risks,”
one of the ‘guests’ spoke and bound the dragon with magical chains. The dragon was subdued in seconds after the chains stole away all its energy, and it fell onto the ground exhausted.
“Boss doesn’t want to see you suffering because of the power.”
“The hell? What does that suppose to mean?!” he snarled.
“Hikki Kokurabuji, son of Nagalintar,” the ‘guest’ spoke. “Accept your punishment.”
After this, expect serious battle scenes between Hikki, the Immortal, and later the Aces.
And expect Sonic Form Fate, too.
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