Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Character Creation and Discussion (second reincarnation)
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Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: Hotsprings Resort
Well, this took way to long to get out. And during the weekend too!
Ach. Update during a slow time.
Oh well. Enjoy, in any case.
~! It’s so
!” Hayate chattered, feeling the chill bite down to her bones despite the heat boosts to her barrier jacket. Even her black wings shook. The others felt similarly, though they did not voice it. Seeing them shiver in the frozen was enough.
“Well, once we get moving, we shouldn’t feel it so badly,” Nanoha reasoned, though she too wished she had something more on. How long was their time limit again?
“Here they come,” Fate announced, her words punctuated by the rapid approach of gun drones. Like the swordship, they were Spartan in design. Built to be cheap and effective, the guns’ greatest strength was their numbers.
~! Let’s go!”
The strike team exploded into motion just as the gun drones opened up, innumerable rays of light lancing through the frozen air. Blue sky and white ground contrasted greatly against the burning red bolts of energy fire, the colorful traces of the strike team gracefully cutting bright trails into the sky. Against a swarm of over a thousand gun drones, seven mages scattered into their specialized groups.
Fate and Signum were in the thickest of it all, weaving through the swarm like furious wasps, stinging with every pass they made. Yet their movements were irregular, almost spiraling inwards as the gun drones followed blindly. None of the gadgets would realize, however, that their chase was useless.
! Displace!” the command immediately had the two zipping away from the cluster. Just in time too, as a silver beam struck home, condensing then exploding in a fantastic burst of magic.
“That ends a good number of them,” Fate commented.
Signum nodded. “And a lot left over.”
“Let’s set up another shot.”
Elsewhere, pink and red blazed through the sky all the while angry crimson followed. Although not in the deepest of the action, Vita and Nanoha were facing their fair share of beamfire.
“Gaaah! There’s too damn many!” the red Knight growled as she jet backwards to dodge another barrage. To her extreme annoyance, as usual, Intel had dropped the ball because no one said that the drones could get
– with every passing moment they were learning and adapting, forcing the strike team to constantly change tactics. Though at this rate, it won’t matter where they move…
“Use the trees as cover!” the order came to her though telepathy, Nanoha’s voice ringing clearly though her adrenaline rush. Strange as it may be, there really was a large cluster of snow covered trees, as white as the rest of the world. How exactly this ice planet managed to grow some form of flora would have to be a question asked and answered at a much later time, however.
“There are trees in a place like this?!” Vita wondered out loud as she dove for the tree line, the angry buzz of beam fire passing her previous position. Weaving through the frost covered plants, Vita could barely see the gun drones following her flight path. Dammit, were they leading her? “
! How about some support fire?”
Vita cleared the trees just in time to see her attackers be enveloped in a grand pink beam of doom, explosions replacing gadget. For a moment, they were in the clear, but more were coming.
“How was that, Vita-chan?” Nanoha smiled as she floated by, her staff still pointed downward in firing position.
“Cutting it a bit close there, Nanoha,” the Hammer Knight muttered, dusting the snow out of her hair. Suddenly, she swung her hammer at Nanoha, the shaft shooting out with “And you still need to watch your back.”
“But that’s what you’re here for, Vita-chan~!” Nanoha smiled again as they too returned to the battle.
Not too distantly away,
,” Hayate sighed dramatically rotating her shoulder with a sigh. “It’s been so long since we’ve done actual field work…”
“But it’s more fun this way, isn’t it? Together again, just like old times,” Shamal smiled.
~… but it’d be better if we could do this while not getting shot at,” the Meister had a wry grin as she watched the action from afar. Fate and Signum were doing a good job at “herding” the gun drones together – she’d have to launch another volley soon enough. “Oh well, you win some, you lose some.”
Zafira remained stoic as ever, his eyes watching the battle unfold. The attackers were taking much of the heat, leaving he, Hayate, and Shamal to be mostly untouched. It was better this way, he felt, as it allowed them to support the team without fear of retaliation. But it was pretty damn cold.
“Threat levels down forty percent. Keep it up,” the
reported to them all over the com-link.
“So many, and only forty percent?” Fate murmured, her focus lifted for but only a moment. Yet in that tiny window, a bolt of red tore towards her unsuspecting head, a lucky shot that with enough power to blow a head clean off. Beam met blade, however, the scorching energy deflecting off magical metal; the resulting clash caused the blonde girl to whirl around in surprise, seeing only her ally. There was no time to look at each other, though as they immediately went back-to-back to fend off the regrouped enemy.
“Is something wrong? You seem distracted,” Signum’s voice was both reprimanding and concerned.
“It’s nothing. I just want to finish this quickly, that’s all,” Fate’s soft tones could barely be heard over the din of battle, but she felt Signum nod in acceptance. They separated once more, their spiral of death once again swirling in the frigid sky. Just like before, the two scattered the instant the report came through.
Another white beam tore through the air, piercing deeply into the gathered crowd and exploding magnificently once again. From a distance, to the casual observer, the battle would only seem like a wondrous cacophony of colors, rays and beams crisscrossing followed by grand clusters of blossoming explosions. This battle, so beautiful and deadly, it was a terrifying and awesome work of art upon a white and blue canvas.
“Threat down sixty percent,” the cool voice of the
AWACS operator finally reported. “Be advised, the Marines’ assault craft have been deployed. Proceed to the swordship and await their arrival.”
“Roger!” came the grateful reply.
“Rein, we can separate now, but stay close, okay?” Hayate warned, already beginning to de-unison from her device.
Hai nano desu
“Admiral, the Marines have launched and are en route to the swordship. The operation will begin once they arrive.”
“Thank you,” Chrono acknowledged, unmoving in his seat. All that was left was to sit and wait for the progression of the mission; everything was out of his hands now, a position he did not like all too much.
The position of Admiral gave him significant command and political power, but it also meant he had to watch others do the work he wanted to do instead. Frustrating, but out of his control – more people relied on him as a commander than a soldier anyways… It was envy, perhaps, that made him wish he was out there with his sister and friends. Or perhaps long unwanted nostalgia, to return to olden times when things were simpler, friendlier, and less painful to his soul.
But that time was far away from now, and envy only a fleeting emotion. The past could not be changed.
What other thoughts Chrono had were immediately stripped away with the loud outcry of his second-in-command, sounding abnormally indignant. “What the—what is this kid doing here?! Someone get him out of here this instant!"
Speak of the devil…
Glancing over to the boy in question, the Admiral watched as the child’s previous awe and amazement transform into angry indignation. What a furious response! Not the least bit guilty, but rather incensed! What had he allowed on his ship when he agreed with Fate on this?
What a troublesome sister… barely just boarded and already so deep in his life, again…
Mid-Childa, Dock #42, XV-class warship Claudia
Shortly after Enforcer Fate Testarossa Harlaown boarded.
Fate quietly stepped through the wide halls of the Claudia, alone. She had already visited her quarters, dropping off her personal effects and little Erio. Now she was off to business. Internally, Fate was dreading having to explain herself to her, erm, elder brother, but part of her was sure Chrono would not object. Despite all that had happened in recent times, he had not changed that much… she hoped. Still, she sent out the mental call, “Chrono…”
“Fate? So, you have arrived. How punctual of you,” the response was immediate, typical of him.
“I did learn from the best, after all.”
“I’m sorry for contacting you telepathically, but there’s something I need to talk to you about my situation.”
“It is of no concern. What is the issue?”
“I’ve brought Erio with me. I… I wasn’t able to find a caretaker for him…”
“Erio? The boy you’ve adopted?”
“Y-Yes. Due to the urgency of the mission, I did not want to impose on Mama and Arf-chan, so I brought him with me. I know I should’ve called beforehand, but I was rather busy.”
“I see… so you are asking if he, a civilian minor, can stay aboard a military vessel for the duration of a sensitive interdiction operation, no?”
“If that isn’t an issue…?” Fate hesitated.
Part of her hesitation was because Chrono was being as, well, confident, assertive, and charismatic as ever, characteristics of his personality that was just so masculine, unlike Yuuno-kun or Zafira. He made her nervous and put her wavering heart at ease all at once. He was so difficult to approach, for she could not help but feel self-conscious around him. Though she supposed, as children, her insecurity around him had been worse, because she felt like a bother to him and Mama Lindy, that she did not belong with them, and she did not have the heart to ask anything for herself.
Her big brother, perceptive and sensitive, though was having none of that; always it had been Chrono looking after her, standing right there beside her. He put her needs above his own, trained her, nurtured her as a person, before stopping to take care of himself. Her Big Brother had finished the great work Nanoha started that she was not a freak but a human being, that she deserved the same fighting chance as any other born from the womb of their mother, and that she belonged.
She had a family.
It had been the same to everyone that had become apart of their circle, their family. Chrono had been everyone’s big brother, godfather, or at least uncle of sorts. He had put his full heart and effort into it, an eccentric quirk that reminded her endearingly of Nanoha-chan. And despite all awkwardness, his and hers, Fate could not have asked for a better brother, a better man…
She was so proud when he was promoted to Admiral, for surely none was more deserving than he was. An-And just as surely, he was deserving of…happiness and love, a golden dream come true, but…
The blonde-haired woman shook herself free from her reverie, with a sigh, and gave herself a mental kick. Now, was hardly the time to be indulging in the past. The only way she reasoned that she was ever going to get over feeling like an absolute little girl to “Chrono-oniisama” (as Hayate-chan used to joke often) was to prove her worth to him, that they could stand together as equals…
That it was all right for him to lean on her, too. …erm, she knew a man like Chrono wore his pride seriously, but even so, he did not have to carry the burden all by himself. If he would not share it with everyone else, well, he would have to learn to share it with her then! Hmph. And she was certainly not going to take “No, negative, denied, dismissed, ten percent, M.R.U. (Much Regret Unable; I will court martial you” for an answer!
Chrono was her responsibility, now.
Hence, her destination, the captain’s quarters in which her brother resided and a luxury befitting of his responsibilities. She felt bad using the access codes he had given her to invade his privacy, but she wanted to see him in person. It has been sometime since they last met and Fate felt it was perfectly justifiable, for a concerned sister to want to meet her dreadfully troublesome brother.
Glancing at the bathroom, she noted the unfinished reports laying on his bureau, written in old-fashioned ink no less judging by the dutiful ink point and quill pen standing by, which drew a small impish smile from Fate. It was just like her big brother to do things so prim and proper. The sound of running water meant he was washing his hands, after a little accident no doubt, which meant their conversation had distracted him enough to not detect her approach.
“Hmm…” he mentally hummed, as if contemplating the issue. For a moment, she was worried that he would actually refuse her.
“You know, I have you written down as his Godfather,” she whispered, hoping that the fact would help support her case. “I don’t think he’ll be much of a bother, and maybe you two could talk and get to know each other…?”
“As usual, you have overworked yourself,” he replied, showing no response to the Godfather bit. Still, his lack of response…made her tense up with worried anticipation. “No, there is no problem with it. Just keep him out of the way of sensitive operations, and everything should be fine. If he needs a distraction, I am sure the marines will be happy to help.”
That brought a wave of relief that got her mischievous side working. Heh. Her dear brother had not noticed her at all.
“Thank you, Chrono,” she stepped in then, hoping to surprise her brother.
Instead, she saw only horror.
Admiral Chrono Clyde Harlaown was there, uniform jacket shed and his sleeves rolled up, indifferent of her sudden entrance; he stood over a running faucet, his hands submerged under the streaming water. But… they were not the same warm hands she had grown up holding. Red and inflamed, they bore a number of old scars and fresh bleeding cuts, staining the pooling water red. The steam that rose from the water meant it was scalding hot, yet the youthful man did not seem to mind it at all. In fact, her brother dear barely acknowledged her arrival, his focus solely on his soap and blood-covered hands.
“Y-your hands! What… why…?” the Enforcer could scarcely speak the words, her mouth moving but no sound coming forth. What had he done to himself?
,” her brother could only mutter, rubbing the lather together once more. “I need to clean them…”
Chrono’s eyes refocused to the present, just in time to see his second-in-command below him physically approach Elio. He had gotten a “good earful” after
little slip up, and really, he did not need that happening again anytime soon. That was
she had caught him unawares now, a bad record for him.
And what was this about the boy being his godson? He had not consented to that!
Frustrated at his situation, the Admiral wanted nothing more than to forget it all had happened. But it did; he had a godson, there would be no changing that. A godson who was about to get manhandled by his X-O (executive officer), and well, an angry Fate would not do at all, would it?
“XO, please, calm yourself,” Chrono rumbled, from the captain’s elevated “roost”, where he could survey the entire bridge. “His presence here is of no great issue.”
“B-but, sir! He’s a child!” the poor man protested in a splutter, paling a little bit. Perhaps, he had let slip some venom that he had no intended. Yet, judging from the way the fellow looked at him, it was that and the man had forgotten his presence altogether. “He is not authorized, nor allowed to be in the bridge during a combat scenario!”
The vanity of people these days; the fact he made OF-10 “Admiral” in his early-20s, while they were still stuck at OF-6 “Commodore” in there late-40s, should have been enough warning he was not a man to be trifled with. He had been fighting since he was five years old, having volunteered himself for the now defunct “Project ‘A’ 8492nd –
”, a venture filled with good intentions that was doomed to fail from the start. Theory and practical experience he had in spades, both in the military and political arenas. Crossing Chrono Harlaown would lead to a very, very
“He is also
godchild, and I am
giving him authorization to be on the bridge as an observer,” he returned coolly, with an edge to his voice. “Now then, may we focus on the battle rather than the presence of a single boy?”
The vice-commander quietly huffed his indignation, bristling like a rooster preening itself, but returned his attention to combat nonetheless. If the oh-so-infallible admiral wanted to break regulations, then let him do so – he will have to explain it to the politicians later.
More could have been said, had it not been for the communications officer cutting in at that moment. “Admiral, the Marines have boarded the ship.”
“Thank you. Continue observations and report any anomalies,” he nodded and turned in his chair to face Erio. The boy’s attitude and expression had changed little, still that indignation that bore no ounce of gratitude. What an interesting child Fate had picked up. “Now then, my godson, why don’t you come on up here and enjoy the lesson with your godfather? The operation will continue regardless of my attention, so I propose we get to know each other better, you and I.”
Erio complied with a glare.
An interesting boy, indeed. Just what kind of heartache could you be causing for my little sister, I wonder?
A lone security robot quietly patrolled the inner halls of the Belkan swordship, attentively scanning the dead halls as it had for over three hundred years. Like the gun drones outside, this gadget was designed for purpose than aesthetics, resulting in an ugly but effective hostile force suppression unit.
Alas, being alone, it lacked the defensive and offensive capabilities to withstand an entire squad’s worth of magical firepower. Five humming beams of destructive energy scorched the air, piercing the armored body and frying the circuitry into useless scrap. From the shadows emerged five soldiers, clad in dark protective gear and helmets, their faces hidden away by visors and gasmasks. In their arms were rifle-like devices, similar in design to mass weapons of old but conspicuously magical in design.
“This is too easy!” chuckled one of the armored soldiers, the remnants of the robot crunching beneath his boots.
“You’d rather they shoot back?” one could practically see the smirk despite the full mask.
The Marines of the
, elite in their own right, specialized in shipboard assaults. Grunts in the truest sense, their purpose was purely combat. Though not as magically strong or flexible as the Aces or other commissioned officers, they drew their strength from their teamwork and experience. These soldiers, proud and dedicated Marines, the
“Bugger. The AMF is getting stronger,” the third man of the group muttered, pushing his armor’s magic regulator output a little higher to compensate. “AMF at second threshold!”
, marines! I don’t want to waste half my energy just trying to fire my damn rifle!”
For such a grand ship, its halls were bare and lackluster. Dark and unlit, only the ephemeral glow of the Marines’ magical gear and devices brought any form of illumination. Their boots clattered softly in the empty halls, which seemed to echo down every shadowed path. Not a word passed between them as they moved swiftly, though an upcoming T-intersection prompted the point man to speak up.
“This is Four. I’m movin’ right,” he said, already moving around the bend.
“Wait! Check your damn corners—!” the squad leader’s words failed to reach his subordinate in time as he rounded the corner. Perhaps it was just a moment of negligence, spurned by the utter lack of any real contact in the past few minutes since the boarding, but the point man rounded the bend without a single hint of hesitation, bumping the tip of his weapon against the armored plate of a security droid.
“Shit!” the trooper tried to backpedal, only to overcompensate and fall on his ass. Suddenly, he was staring down the business end of a security drone’s weapon, a gleaming barrel that seemed to whine quietly. Instinct and training snapped in an instant, his rifle coming up to knock the weapon aside.
The beam illuminated the hall briefly, a bright orange color that gleamed off the other Marines’ glowing blue goggles as they followed their teammate. It glanced off the grey bulkhead, leaving a blackened scorch mark and a tiny wisp of smoke. The Marines’ responses were immediate, a merciless barrage of beam fire that quickly tore apart the droid, sparks flying as it collapsed in on itself.
“You okay, killer?”
“Still in one piece, sir,” replied the junior marine, shakily, as he climbed to his feet. “Wasn’t expecting that.”
“This crate is starting to take notice o’ us and release more of them tinnies. Don’t rush ahead and make y’self a hero, just yet.”
The private’s sheepish look was hidden behind his mask.
“Let’s go,” with a hand gesture, they fell in and resumed their progress.
In other parts of the ship, other teams of Marines scoured the halls just like this group, cleansing the ship of any hostile encountered and securing areas little by little. Purification of the swordship of any unwanted elements would be time consuming. Still, the Marines would perform their job to the best of their ability, even if it meant hunting down every last drone wandering the halls. The ever growing Anti-Magic Field strength served only to complicate matters, however, placing a strict time and operation limit on them all.
“Third threshold. The levels are starting to increase faster, sir.”
“Copy. What’s our sit-rep now?”
“Two meters from the second checkpoint, Major. Frag order says we should check in with the other squads about, now,” their rear-most marine spoke up, the tech specialist.
With another silent hand, they came to a full halt and repositioned themselves
“Alright then. All of you take a knee and stay frosty.
, request company wide sit-rep, over,” the leader ordered, holding a hand up to his ear. Silence passed between the Marines, though a storm of chatter came in the squad leader’s head. Telepathic communications were fuzzy and difficult to pick up within the slowly strengthening AMF, but things weren’t that bad yet. A few injuries, but no casualties, and everything encountered thus far had been reduced to scrap.
, this is
, we’ve cleared at least forty percent of the ship and still moving. Have those Aces gotten the bridge yet? Over.”
, we copy. The bridge is about to be penetrated;
says to continue the operation and standby for possible updates.”
Unlike the strict and disciplined Marines, Nanoha and her friends were at their strongest if given room to maneuver. In the tight quarters of the swordship, they were at a severe disadvantage. Thusly, their sole objective was to reach the ship’s bridge and take it over, a job that was oddly easier than expected. Along with the Marines came Yuuno, joining up with the Aces as the rest of the soldiers split up into the ship. Whatever reason it may have been, be it Fate and Signum’s lightning fast strikes that destroyed anything that dared to threaten them or the Marines’ presence that drew more attention, they soon arrived at the final barrier: a double set of drab grey doors. And they were not even locked!
, this is
squad, over. Now breaching the bridge,” Nanoha sent the message and nodded to Fate, who nodded back. Together with Vita and Signum, the four breached the entrance and slipped in with their devices at ready. Rather than be attacked, however, they were instead treated to a glorious sight.
It was grand in the sense that it was bigger than any other room, far larger than what could realistically exist. Unlike the swordship’s dark and minimalist interior, the bridge bright and lively, literally a heaven of warm light and cool grass under their feet. It was as if they were transported to a faraway paradise, an expansive pasture with grass, flowers, fruit trees, even a blue sky with clouds and a sun!
“This is…” Yuuno could find no words to describe the absolute splendor and beauty that lay out before him. So this was how ancient Belkan swordships were? Or perhaps it was limited to only this sort a ship? Was this an elite ship? A noble’s craft? So many questions! “This must be a reality marble…! A reality within reality! To think they put such a dimension within their own ships…!”
Though expansive, there were distinct limits to the room’s size. There was a design evident in its layout. Inert consoles and screens were clustered near one area of the room, directly across from a moderately sized shallow pool of water. Barely ankle deep, the water was clear and seemed rather fresh. Yet of all the magnificence in the room, none could match the elegance of the grand throne resting in the center of the pool, flanked by twin-vaulted columns of stone. Tall and wide, the seat was appropriate for even a king to sit. Yet, upon this alabaster white with gilded accents was a sight that seemed like some foul interloper within the room.
Ancient blackened armor sat in the throne as if it were its imprisoned king, countless rusted chains binding it to the chair, and more anchored into the nearby columns too. It was the sole blemish of this miniature world, and it sure as hell looked damn spooky. There was also a strange egg-shaped object, gargantuan in size that lay behind the throne, suspended above the water by unseen forces, dwarfing the chained kin utterly. But, the “egg” seemed so natural and unremarkable that it could have been just about anything, even a lavish decoration for a connoisseur captain.
“Spread out and stay sharp. It’s far too quiet,” Signum glanced at her fellow Cloud Knights, receiving affirmative nods. Zafira and Shamal took positions by the rear of the area, close to the door and granting them the best view of the area. Vita took a position next to Hayate, the two girls standing close to the grand throne. Signum joined Nanoha, Fate, and Yuuno as they inspected the “front” of the space. The Black Witch was first by a keyboard, a piece of technology almost alien amidst all this strange nature. No, it wasn’t alien – nature and technology seemed to fuse seamlessly here.
“Yuuno, you can probably access the ship through here,” Fate’s quiet voice was oddly loud in the expansive room. Perhaps this was another feature of this magical space, so that communications would not be impeded.
“Ah. Yes, I’ll get right on it,” the archaeologist floated over, albeit hesitantly. Every little bit of the room amazed and astounded him, and had it not been for his mission priorities, he’d gladly look over the rest of the room first. Still, many people depended on him right now. The console booted up with little sound, a holographic display sliding into view with archaic characters and text scrolling through it. His fingers danced masterfully across the console, a myriad of lights blinking with every touch. Those near him, Fate and Nanoha, could only gawk at the feat of dexterity and nimbleness. With a flourish, he turned to his friends.
“Okay, Fate-san. You can access the other consoles now. I’ve released the locks,” Yuuno nodded to the blonde, eager to access the console for information. “Oh, but it’s all in Ancient Belkan text. I hope you’ve brushed up on your linguistics.”
Fate, just about to touch the bridge console, stopped her in her tracks. “A-ah… um…”
Signum almost smirked at the blonde’s sudden uneasy look and floated over. “I’ll help her.”
“In the mean time, I’m going to find out more about this ship,” Yuuno almost sang as he turned back to his computer. A great smile threatened to split his face as his fingers tapped away, bringing up a slew of scrolling text. His eyes darted back and forth in an attempt to rapidly take in every bit of information that rolled across the screen, leading only to him breathing out in excitement. Whereas Fate and Signum worked to figure out the ship’s controls, Yuuno sought knowledge. “Amazing…!”
“What have you found out, Yuuno-kun?”
“This is incredible, Nanoha! This ship’s name is
, an advanced Belkan swordship intended as a command ship – that explains the minor reality marble in the bridge. As such, many of the systems here are intended to support fleets.”
Pausing in the work, Fate and Signum turned their attention to Yuuno. Alas, only the members of the Wolkenritter recognized the ship’s name, though vaguely. The three Aces returned only blank looks.
“Ha! No wonder it’s so well preserved! The time-flux system it uses is similar to the ones we have on Mid-Childan ships like the
, but its range far surpasses even our best capital ships! And its anti-gravity field can protect an entire fleet from a black hole! Why don’t we have something like this?!”
The technical information Yuuno spouted was probably interesting to everyone else, but for a certain Hammer Knight, all the jargon and history served only to bore her. What did interest her, however, was the sole being sitting upon the throne, countless black chains binding it.
One of the Old Guard…
she thought, stepping up to the armor. The chains were wrapped chokingly around the throne and the armor, a number of chains pulling its arms out and up in some freakish mimicry of prison shackles. The way the armor was slumped forward, its head bowed in defeat, it was like a tired prisoner, accepting his damned fate.
Despite its lifelessness, it seemed so… sad.
“Hmm?” A glint of light caught her attention, drawing her to inspect the armor’s clenched gauntlet. It was barely visible through the fingers, but it was worth reporting. “
, ferret! The rusting tin man’s got something in his hand!”
By then, Yuuno was already far too deep in his examination to be bothered by the eternally young girl. However, the word “ferret” sliced through his attention like a sword, cutting him off from finishing his statement, for he convulsed, as if struck, with a double take. Amidst the silent chuckles from his friends, the archaeologist turned to face Vita. “Ne, Vita-san, did you have to call me that?”
“It’s the only way to get your attention through that technobabble,” the hammer girl shrugged indifferently then jerked a thumb at the armor. “Anyways, I thought you should check this out.”
“Oh? What could it be?” Scrya asked, already flying towards the throne.
“Some kinda gem in its hand,” Vita shrugged again and stepped out of the way. “I can’t see it all to well, but it’s pretty obvious.”
“Gem? It… no. Could it possibly…?” Yuuno’s voice dropped to a mutter, a hand dropping to his side and popping open an attached belt pouch.
“What is it, Yuuno-kun?” Hayate asked, the next person closest. Nanoha had followed her old friend up to the chair, also wondering the same question. Back at the console, Fate remained to look over the still progressing text, Signum next to her to help translate. The rest of the group waited for the eventual explanation.
“I received this in a package not long after I started working on translating
The Gospel of Judas
,” the blond explained, digging through the pouch. “I didn’t know the sender—some sort of priory—but in it was a short message and this…”
The archaeologist held up a red crystal, a strangely shaped gem that glittered brightly in the lit room. Strangely shaped, because if held in one way, it possessed a crescent shape, yet in another direction, it was a perfect circle. In a way, it was like half of a sphere, split in a bizarre curved shape. In Yuuno’s hands, it felt strangely warm.
“It’s beautiful,” Hayate breathed, marveling at the flawless gem. “What is it?”
Yuuno smiled, happy at the opportunity to explain. “This crystal is an artifact, a literal piece of history from the time of the Saint King. According to the note, this is only part of the full artifact, half of a Royal Treasure called the
“Hey. If it’s a Royal Treasure, what’s it doing in your hands? Shouldn’t the Saint Church have it?” Vita asked while eyeballing the thing as well. She didn’t like how it had that eerie glow…
“Hah, well, I’m not too sure either,” Yuuno chuckled with a shrug. “For the longest time, I thought it was just a forgery of some sorts, but I held on to it anyways, if anything then a good luck charm. But now, it seems it’s the real thing!”
The archaeologist approached the armor, feeling the gem heat up as he drew closer.
“And… I don’t know if I can believe it. I think this is the other half…!” Yuuno’s pulse quickened as his hand slowly crept towards the green gem, now glowing brightly with its proximity to its twin half. Despite being clenched tightly in the gauntlet, rays of green light managed to peek out. This was it! The other half of the
His fingers just touched the metal of the gauntlet, brushing against the aged armor for only a brief moment. Odd. It felt strangely warm, but it was likely the gem’s magical energy heating the plate. The hand seemed to have an iron grip on the crystal, but it soon anticlimactically gave way with gentle pressure. With careful, slow movements, Yuuno brought the two halves closer and closer together, their individual lights shining brighter than ever. Soundlessly they came together, releasing a blinding flash of glorious red and enchanting green. As quickly as it came, however, the light faded away, and in its wake resting in the archaeologist’s hand was a perfectly spherical object, a harmonious yet distinctly colored gem that reminded him of a yin-yang orb.
“Huh. Wow… it’s…
…!” Yuuno looked up at his friends with bright and jubilant eyes, an excited and victorious laugh just at his lips. Think of the discovery they had made just now! An ancient Belkan relic, finally complete! But why did not his friends share his elation? Why did they instead stare with wide eyes and gaping mouths, as if he were some ghastly sight.
No… they stared not at him. They stared
Yuuno’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening to the size of saucers as his heart was gripped in icy fear. He could feel it behind him, a thick miasma-like heat that he hadn’t noticed before. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he turned around. With every little centimeter he turned he could feel it grow stronger, that awful bone-chilling and gut-wrenching feeling.
. It churned violently in tainted contrast to the peace of the bridge, a murderous bloodlust that seemed almost tangible it was so thick. This choking killing intent… This smothering rage that threatened to take his very sanity… what kind of monster was it ?!
At last he saw, before him that fearsome armor bound by chains. Why had he not seen it before? How the armor seemed twisted and vile, jagged black plate that was nothing like the noble armor boasted in paintings and historical text. Trailing up the demon of red and black, horrified green eye soon found themselves gazing into terrifying crimson.
The fiery red eyes of lunacy.
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