Well my friend has written several shorts for our co-op project, so far just titled "Strife" (or Nanoha Strife, to be all proper and formal). I'll just post a few for now, rather then dump the roughly dozen he's written so far.
Look at OC for the profile of the original character featured in these, Britta a TSAB agent. One you don't publicly acknowledge and only kind of send to get the job done, regardless of the cost.
Spoiler for Those limits...:
Britta brushed back her snow-white hair and held out her palm. There was a hiss, a crackle…and a tiny blue flame began to burn brightly. She prodded it with her finger and it bubbled and swayed – popping joyously. She smiled and it ballooned: not hissing but roaring! Sucking at the air, drawing everything in to feed itself. The tiny fingertip of a flame hand become a fist of fire and…
“Partner!”
Britta turned: “Ein?” Sitting on the desk, Ein the pendant blinked a yellow blink. Beep, beep, beep.
“That ain’t good, Partner. Ain’t good at all.”
Britta looked a little hurt and clenched her fist. The flame extinguished. Einherjar kept blinking his yellow blink. She could feel him shaking his digital head in disappointment.
“You’re practicing. Now, I’m all for practice – all for it! – but that ain’t the sort of practice ya should be doing…”
Sighing, Britta reached for Ein and lifted him up off the desk. He dangled aloft in front of her, swaying slightly. “Oh? And what sort of practice would that be?” she said defiantly, looking down at the clear-headed and sensible member of the duo.
Ein seemed to pause as if drawing in a deep breath full of gravitas…
“Your recorded use of magic did not exceed your F-class heavy limiter. But environmental magical output was recorded in excess of D-class with a corresponding drop in ambient magical energy. You’re the only one here, partner. Stop skirting your limits…”
Britta pouted and tossed Ein back onto her bed. “Busybody! Let me have a little fun every now and again.”
“The last time you had ‘fun’, you caused property damage in excess of-“
“Fine! Fine…I’ll just…go to bed or something.”
Ein kept blinking. Waiting, watching…eventually: “Good night, partner.” Britta sighed and led back, staring at the ceiling. At least she’d get to have fun in her dreams, yes. Oh yes indeed.
As for this second one, we have Roderick, who basically is Britta's handler.
Spoiler for Glass Houses, Big Stones:
“Yes, yes I assure you, sir~ everything has been taken care of!” Roderick glanced down at the audio only communication panel before looking back up, squinting out across the green. He lined up his next shot. By this time tomorrow, you won’t even have that problem anymore. It’ll have vanished – gone!” Angry chatter echoed down the line. He didn’t pay it much heed…after all, his swing had to be perfect. “Nothing to worry about; I will handle any clean up that needs doing personally. On my head be it.” He swung and a long, arcing swing and set the golf ball down the range:
“So you can leave everything to me.”
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“Sooo youuu can leeeeave everythiiing to meeee…!” Britta parroted sarcastically to the empty alleyway. “Is that what he promised, now?”
“You got it, partner!”
“Prick. What he really meant was ‘I’ll just kick Britta onto some little shithole and hope the fires she’ll start burn away any evidence that’ll make me look like the goddamn grease stain wearing human skin that I am.’”
“People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”
Britta just looked down blankly at her device. She was not amused. “Don’t you start too! I may be a godforsaken monster, but at least I’m clean. I feel like I need a fucking shower to wash the slime off my skin every time I talk to him. He’s a slug! A parasitic slug that’s living large while ordering his own private hit men to scrub scrum off the galaxy’s backside!”
She threw her arms up in the air: “I am a war hero and I am on a leash tighter than the Gordian knot. And HE is playing golf without a care in the world. There is no justice in this universe!”
Britta mimed some frantic strangling motions to no one in particular. “I’m too frustrated to even be angry. This is just such a killjoy. ‘Don’t make a mess, don’t cause too much collateral, there are too many innocent people around to just set everything on fire willy-nilly…’” Frustrated guttural noises: “And still he sent me! Doesn’t he know who I am? Is he really just sending me on this job to take the piss out of me!?”
“Your limiter has been lifted to B-rank, partner! You shouldn’t need more than that.”
“DON’T. Just don’t you help him. Give me my goddamn power and I will do this fucking job. Let him toy with me and I swear I will snap you into pieces.”
She audibly hissed. “No, you know what? I just don’t care anymore. I’m not even mad! I’m just going to walk into that building, and make everyone inside scream for me. One at a time. While they die in agony. And I will feel so, so, so much better about myself!”
“Throwing BIIIG stones.”
Britta didn’t even dignify Einherjar’s smartass comment with a response. She just went ahead, made her own door and started listening to the music.
Enjoy! I'll pass along any feedback or whatever. There might be some format issues, as well, copy/paste doesn't copy formatting. Lazy thing.