|2013-05-14, 21:31||Link #38362|
Join Date: Jun 2008
Location: The middle of the Middle of Nowhere
I don't think Sette was actually being racist there--she did, after all, speak truth. Through natural conception and birth, Corona and Rio's existence was, after all, random in nature; any number of factors could've ensured neither girl existed as they are now.
Vivio, on the other hand, was genetically engineered for a specific purpose, and thus her specific existence was sought out.
Of course, that doesn't make what Sette said any nicer...
|2013-05-19, 15:07||Link #38364|
Join Date: Aug 2011
|2013-05-19, 19:10||Link #38365|
Join Date: Aug 2011
Signum was the first to notice Hayate faint, and therefore the one to catch her mistress when she began to fall from the cold winter sky.
Immediately, the other Wolkenritter surrounded her. Shamal immediately began her medical scans, while Vita kept screaming Hayate's name and threatening to get in the way. Zafira hovered close enough to watch, yet far enough away to give Shamal space, and discretely positioned himself to intervene if any of the Bureau mages came too close.
Signum noted that Hayate's hair had reverted to its natural shade of brown. According to the faintest whispers of old, old memories, that meant...
Indeed, a miniature star emerged from her mistress' chest, floating a short distance away before resuming the manifested form of the Book's Will. The Administrative Program newly-christened "Reinforce".
The twisted expression of grief and fear on the other woman's face did not reassure the Sword Knight, but she'd already half-remembered that a Unison Device could not maintain a fusion when the human host's health began to fail.
But Shamal's voice broke through, urgent but unshakeable. "Vita, she's okay. She's alive, and the Book is no longer feeding upon her. Hayate is very weak right now, but I can keep her stabilized until we get her to a proper medical facility." The Knight of the Lake locked eyes with her leader's. "A Bureau facility would be ideal."
Signum nodded. It was nothing they hadn't discussed before, and the circumstances would hardly get better than this.
She turned her eyes to Zafira, who needed no other prompting. He floated over and took their mistress from Signum's hands. Arms that could have effortless crushed Hayate on her best day handled her with the utmost gentleness, and he cradled her against his broad chest to ward away the snowy chill.
Signum returned Laevantein to his standby form, and let him dangle from the chain she clutched lightly in her off-hand. So comparatively disarmed, she raised her hands in the universal gesture of surrender, and floated to a reserved distance in front of the Bureau enforcer.
"Chrono!" Testarossa protested, as the young man brandished his icy Device.
"On your guard, Fate," he warned her, never taking his eyes from Signum's. The Sword Knight approved.
"He is right, Testarossa," she said. "You may have forgotten, but we Wolkenritter are wanted and dangerous criminals."
He spoke up, "Yet I am to take it that you are surrendering to arrest now?"
"We live to serve our mistress. The Book's threat is ended, but even now her life is in danger. She needs your help. We gladly surrender our arms, our freedom, even our lives to you, as long she recieves your help right now."
He arched an eyebrow. "You would surrender and trust your mistress -- the mistress of the Book of Darkness -- to our custody, while the lot of you are disarmed, bound, limited and locked away from her and each other?" Signum could not stop the reflexive twitch of her sword hand's fingers, and he did not miss it. "To say nothing of being tried and convicted for your crimes?"
But Signum answered with the total conviction of one who had long accepted her course of action. "Without complaint, save that we would be more assured if our medic were allowed to remain by her side, if only to better inform your own physicians."
He stared at her, and then spoke to the air. "Captain?"
A holographic screen appeared to the enforcer's side, displaying the profile of an older woman with mint green hair. "Well, it sure sounds quite reasonable," the bureau woman remarked with a small, pleasant smile. "If the Wolkenritter immediately hand over their weapons and accept the care of the enforcers now surrounding your position, they may remain under guard while their medic and master are escorted to our ship's medical bay."
Signum nodded her head at her counterpart. "Thank you."
The other woman hummed noncommitally. Her smile didn't quite reach her eyes, which never left Signum's.
The Blazing General dared to ask, "Would it be acceptable to turn over my sword to Testarossa?"
The blonde startled at being brought back into the discussion. "M-me?!"
Signum noted the hint of warmth that flickered across the captain's face. "That would be acceptable. If you would be so kind, Fate-chan?"
"Y-yes, Captain! Ah, excuse me, Signum..."
The knight smiled at the small mage. "My thanks, Testarossa. I am assured that I leave him in capable hands."
"Ja," intoned the sword.
"Naturally," droned Testarossa's axe. The mage blushed, and held the pendant-sized Armed Device projectively to her chest.
"Then!" barked Vita, whirling on the white-clad young mage; Takamachi something-or-other. "You'd better take good care of Graf Eisen, Takamachi Nanoha!"
"Eh?! O-oh, of course, Vita-chan!"
"Don't call me '-chan'! I'm over a thousand years older than you, brat!"
The Midchildan guardian beast looked over at Zafira. "I suppose someone needs to hold onto your jewelry, too, big guy."
Zafira grunted, and weighed the option of handing Hayate over to Reinforce that he might divest himself of his gauntlets and greaves. Jewelry, indeed.
Shamal looked uncertain. After all, it wasn't like she'd established herself a trusted rival in all of this mess. "Um..."
Takamachi piped up, "Oh, Yuuno-kun! You can trust him!'
"Uh?" stuttered the young boy present.
Testarossa looked to Signum and Shamal. "I will also vouch for him. He will take care of your device."
The boy blushed and shrank from the combined scrutiny of the Knights of Lake and Sword, but quickly straightened his back. "I'd be honored."
"Alright, alright!" Vita yelled, thrusting out her tiny fists side-by-side. "Hurry up and bind us! Jam limiters in us, throw us in the brig, whatever! Just help Hayate already!"
If the enforcer and his captain felt affronted by the demands of a hostile criminal, they gave no sign. "Amy, if you would kindly begin a transport for our two guests?"
|2013-06-04, 16:53||Link #38375|
Join Date: Jul 2011
So, I'm planning on writing a fanfiction set some time between A's and Strikers, and I would like to ask a few questions to flesh out the background, since my knowledge of Nanoha is limited to the anime and the sound stages (and a little bit of Vivio and Force but that's not relevant). What I would like to know is do we know what exactly it is that Nanoha did before she became a combat instructor? Given that she was injured during a mission with Vita, I presume that she did some sort of footwork, but are there any more details than that? Like, say, what exactly it is that she did, or how old was Nanoha when she suffered her infamous injury? I was given to understand that there are some manga series, among other materials, that talk about this time period, so if possible I would like to ask if anyone can provide me with the information?
|2013-06-04, 18:01||Link #38376|
She designed it a specific way after a fatal injury.
|2013-06-04, 20:59||Link #38377|
Labda Prakarsa Nirwikara
Join Date: May 2010
Location: Pekanbaru (UTC+07:00)
Helped the Bureau on soome cases as a special collaborator.
Allowed to leave hospital after unspecified time of rehabilitation.
Joined the Bureau.
Got trained along with other recruits by the old lady that cameod on StrikerS.
Joined the Instructor Corps.
I think that's all we know on the subject.
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