Valkyria Chronicles FanFiction Discussion

[Snowman24]

Rofl! I've got a writers challenge for all you authors! I've completed my own challenges given to me, but I have one now: an entirely WHAT IF!!

Spoiler for challenge:

Write a story about this!!
Oscars brother... is really his sister! She goes by the name of Emily Bierlert. Course, she tried to hide this fact as not to be a burden to anyone else. As the men of squad Seven worry more and look after the females of the squad far greater than the men. It only makes it worse that Emily is so sick all the time! To eleviate this burden... Emily pretends to be a boy, changes her name to Emile and convinces Oscar to follow through with her plan, much to his disagreement and worry. If, how, when someone else finally discovers the truth and whatever else happens and who else you include is up to you.

[Mr. Wang]

Oh, the story of Emily Bierlert, eh? Kinda thought of that idea a while ago... Too bad I barely have time to even write my own stories...

[DC20]

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We'd be allowed to make it a twincest story, right?

[Snowman24]

Originally Posted by Mr. Wang

Too bad I barely have time to even write my own stories...

That's too bad Mr. Wang, I check the fanfiction site everyday, hoping to see a new chapter to your story I also miss your reviews for my stories Whatever happens, I hope you come back to that site and update, review and to find out what happens next in your story!

@DC20, if the fanfiction site allows for that kind of stuff or if here does, then knock yourself out :P More than one author can write their own version, be cool to see multiple versions I think

[DC20]

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[RedShocktrooper]

I also know of places you could post such a thing if FF.net didn't allow for it. I wouldn't be able to post it here, though.

[Snowman24]

one of these days I wanna do a Class G 'Battle Royal' fanfic, based off of the Japanese movie.

The 'battle ground' is the academy, it works perfectly, it's SO big and has an entire moat around it and high walls to prevent escape. Bixby goes crazy and takes the role of the insane teacher and the students are the ones who have to fight eachother.

Given in VC2 there are alot more students who outright hate one another more than they ever did in VC1 would work so much better, they'd have nothing really holding them back from participating like the VC1 characters.

And there are those who chose to stay in their own groups, within their own races like Mischlitt. Lol, it would work out far better than the Valkyria Chronicles 1 Battle Royal fic I was secretly developing for the last 5 months.

Course, if I ever did this, it would be an M rating.

[DC20]

Just for thought, what was keeping the Squad 7 characters from hating each other? I don't see any reason why one character can't hate another even if it isn't explicitly stated in game (Maybe Nina just plain thinks Freesia is a bitchy slut). Also, I think a Battle Royal style fic would be far more interesting if the characters DON'T necessarily explicitly hate one another. Brings in more conflict when they're finally forced to do each other in.

[WordShaker]

Originally Posted by Snowman24

one of these days I wanna do a Class G 'Battle Royal' fanfic, based off of the Japanese movie.

The thought of Class G all turning on each other--I don't want to think about it!

Admittedly, we'd all know who the Mitsuko of this story would be.

[DC20]

Yeah, Reiner was kind of a whore.

[yezhanquan]

Originally Posted by Snowman24

one of these days I wanna do a Class G 'Battle Royal' fanfic, based off of the Japanese movie.

The 'battle ground' is the academy, it works perfectly, it's SO big and has an entire moat around it and high walls to prevent escape. Bixby goes crazy and takes the role of the insane teacher and the students are the ones who have to fight eachother.

Given in VC2 there are alot more students who outright hate one another more than they ever did in VC1 would work so much better, they'd have nothing really holding them back from participating like the VC1 characters.

And there are those who chose to stay in their own groups, within their own races like Mischlitt. Lol, it would work out far better than the Valkyria Chronicles 1 Battle Royal fic I was secretly developing for the last 5 months.

Course, if I ever did this, it would be an M rating.

You gotta do it at the beginning. Once you play through every classmate mission, you can't go about writing the first chapter. Only 1 Darscen hater remains at the end, and along the way, you uncover a romance story and tender sides to just about everyone. Not to mention Avan.

I, on the other hand, am thinking about where the rest of Class G were during '35. Chloe is drawing propaganda along the way, Helmut is probably fighting alongside his Imperial squadmates. But, what about the rest? Or where Nameless were in '37. No doubt, most of them probably resided in the North, far from the fighting. Still, it will be interesting if any picked up arms against the rebels.

[Snowman24]

Originally Posted by wassupimviet

Admittedly, we'd all know who the Mitsuko of this story would be.

Lol, how about who would play Kawada Shogo or Kazuto?

[Runty]

Well, I barely know a thing about what's being talked about above, but I suppose it could work for an AU fanfic. Well, maybe...

Snowman, since you're probably at work now on the Magari fanfic (I hope), I thought I might as well provide a few more ideas for VC2 one-shots that you could potentially use in the future. For safety, I'll wrap each story in spoiler tags in case you haven't done the character events.

Spoiler for Coleen:

Coleen and Morris have been going out for a bit ever since Avan and Cosette helped them out with finding the moonglow flowers. Unfortunately, Coleen's father comes over for a visit to Lanseal and is disapproving of his daughter's choice in boyfriends, thinking Morris is a coward. Unfortunately, Morris makes a bad first impression, although Coleen doesn't want to break up with Morris.

Before long, however, Lanseal's cadets are called to fight off the Rebels in the Diebal Mountain region, where the region is soon to be hit by a snowstorm. Morris and Coleen get separated from the rest of Class G, and Coleen accidentally ends up walking onto a frozen pond, where the ice is rather thin. Coleen falls through the ice and almost drowns, but is saved by Morris, who pulls her out of the icy water.

Before Morris can bring Coleen back to Class G's camp, however, the snowstorm hits and Morris is forced to find shelter in an abandoned cabin. Though he builds a fire and covers Coleen in blankets, Coleen is still suffering from hypothermia, and Morris fears she will die if he doesn't do something drastic. Despite being clearly embarrassed (and clearly embarrassing Coleen), Morris decides to remove Coleen's wet clothing to keep her from freezing in them. He then decides to warm Coleen with his own body, despite her protests (which mostly come out of her embarrassment). It works, though Coleen is left blushing for the whole night.

The next day, Morris and Coleen are found by the other cadets (hilarity ensues when Sophia says that Morris "slept" with Coleen). Though Morris is humiliated by the whole incident, Coleen is grateful to him for saving her life.

Sounds a bit fairy tale-ish, huh? I think someone of your caliber could pull it off, though, Snowman.

(Don't read this one unless you've finished Nichol and Franca's storylines; pretty big spoilers)

Spoiler for Franca:

After a mission where Nichol is almost killed by a lancer, Franca gives him a particularly nasty "scolding". Nichol, however, ends up getting angry with Franca, because he had put himself in danger to save a young girl from being killed by the Rebels. Franca's words make it sound as if she would have preferred that Nichol were to let the girl die instead of risking his life; this concept causes Nichol to lash out at his sister, and he blurts out the fact that the two aren't related by blood.

Shocked, Franca slaps her brother and vehemently denies his statement, then leaves. But in truth, Franca is shaken by the revelation that Nichol may not actually be her brother, since he was adopted. Franca confirms the truth with her grandmother, much to her dismay.

When Franca goes to try and talk with Nichol, however, their talk is interrupted by a deployment order to Yuell. During the battle, Nichol is taken prisoner by a Rebel team (about 3 of them). Knowing that the Rebels will execute Nichol due to being a sniper, Franca locates Nichol and his captors, but is caught in the process. Desperate to save Nichol, Franca offers to take his place as the Rebel's prisoner. The Rebels, however, don't intend to let either of them go.

Nichol watches in horror as the Rebels attempt to rape Franca. Her screaming ends up setting off something in him, prompting him to attack the Rebels despite being unarmed and with his arms tied up. The Rebels try to kill Nichol for this, but he and Franca are rescued by Avan and company, who kill the Rebels.

Back at Lanseal, Franca reconciles with Nichol, saying that even if the two aren't related by blood, he is still her brother, and that she is going to treat him as such. Nichol is only half-happy to hear something like this. Before Franca leaves, however, she thanks Nichol for saving her.

You could make a small twist here or there, but I really do recommend that you run through Nichol and Franca's stories at some point. They're quite... interesting.

That's all I've got for now. What do you think?

[Snowman24]

^I've only looked at the Franca and Nichol one and it's a pretty good idea. I've finished both of their stories and.... Wow.... I didn't see that one coming... yikes...

I'm currently using Coleen right now and don't have much of her story yet, I'll look at your other idea once I have her whole story.

Also, I'm kind of juggling an idea around right now: It involves an EW1 War Hero

Spoiler for new fanfic idea:

Basically Jane Turner comes in and will train Class G in outdoor survival in the Leanbluff forests, it's terrain, mist and such provide excellent outdoor survival training. This is very bad for Class G, because Jane is on a whole other level of harshness than their academy instructor. And in VC1 as a drill instructor, she earned the title "Sadistic Jane," thought I'd expand on it here and put that name to use

But, during their training, they're told that Rebels are in the area and Jane, not having killed anyone since EW2 is eager to show the 'Kids' of Class G what a real war veteran can do while in combat. She leads them, but after some pretty easy combat, they encounter the Artifical-Valks, the V2's and get creamed and are forced to retreat!! By some strange and incredibly cruel twist of fate, Jane Turner gets stuck with Helmut... an IMPERIAL! Magari+Mischlitt, Darcsens, whom she considers weak and inferior after years of dealing with them in her old home town and their mostly poorer performance than other soldiers during her drill instructor days.

Magari isn't injured, but Mischlitt is, and as an Armoured Tech, she's the stronger of the two, but has leg and back injuries and can't move on her own. Magari is physically weaker, from spending all her time in the library and needs help from Helmut and Jane.

Basically the whole dilemma is this; 4 people who all hate eachother by nature, have to work together to survive. That is going to be tough because:

-Jane Turner loves to kill Imperials and hasn't done so in over two years since the last war against the Empire, will her old bloodlust return before they're saved? Perhaps killing Rebels... doesn't satisfy her sadist nature, and she just misses... the screams from dying Imps...

-Helmut knows all about Jane Turner, her horror stories from the last war were legendary and she was the most feared as she never showed any mercy to his country men.

-It's still early into the Civil war and Mischlitt believes that Darcsens and other races can't and won't ever be able to get along. This belief makes their situation that much worse, *though it wasn't in VC1* I'll tweak Jane Turner alittle and make her a Darcsen hater. Now, Mischlitt is stuck with a Darcsen hater and an Imperial, two of the three other people she has to work with hate her or she dislikes them, especially Helmut, the Imperial.

-Magari is stuck in the middle, and has to be the voice of reason for everyone. She must find a way for everyone to co-operate in this crisis... or everyone might not have to wait for the enemy to find them and kill them... they might kill each other because by nature and past experiences... they all HATE each other.

I must say, VC2 is giving me SO many ideas for new one-hit fanfics that it's amazing!! It's a gold mine for someone like me!! hehe, I think my one-hit thread will be filled with stories in the near future. I also have good news, my hours at work have changed, now I have SO much more free-time!! It will be divided into finishing VC2, the game and continuing my fanfics over at the other fanfiction site.

Though, I think I'll get to work on what I've stated above for my new idea.

[yezhanquan]

I just wished that VC2 had VC3's leveling system for classes and 3 having 2's system of tech levels. Really, figuring out which missions to do to increase your tech level is not funny.

[Owlette]

Originally Posted by yezhanquan

I just wished that VC2 had VC3's leveling system for classes and 3 having 2's system of tech levels. Really, figuring out which missions to do to increase your tech level is not funny.

See my reply from the another thread to avoid the off-topic one.

[Snowman24]

Here's a first peek at my Magari fanfic, an extremely rough draft that I started just an hour ago.

Spoiler for Magari fic:

It was a clear blue sky day, very few clouds were overhead. Still, as always, there was a light layer of mist in the air in the lean bluff woods. This helped however to provide even more camouflage for a small Darcsen girl, currently crouching down beneath some tall grass. In one hand was a pair of binoculars, eyeing a small family of porcavian pigs and piglets. In her other hand was a small clipboard, already loaded with notes and jotted down observations of the families movements, habits, what they ate and how they interacted as a family and with their surroundings.

“I must say! This certainly is more rewarding than simply reading from a book.” said Magari.

“I could have read and tried to imagine in my head what all of this would have looked like. But to actually experience it… there is no comparison!” Magari chuckled as she continued to watch the family munch on grass and berries in the distance.

Though, all of this was actually starting to make Magari hungry herself. The growling of her tummy confirmed that feeling seconds later.

Magari quickly checked her watch, “It’s nearing noon… I should head back soon…” Magari thought, “I wonder why Welkin picked Porcavian’s as the subject for study today? He said it had something to do with experiences in the last war… pigs in war… that’s a thought.

Oh well, whatever, I’ve gathered all of this information and none of it was from a book! All my own observations! I can‘t wait to see what he thinks about this, no books involved!”

Her tummy rumbled again, this time slightly louder, loud enough for the Porcavians ears to perk up, jerk their heads around trying to find the source, then taking off, squealing and oinking all the way.

“Aww… I hoped to gather just a little more information,” Magari thought, and then she rubbed her stomach. “Maybe I’ll munch on something first, before heading back. I have been out here since dawn, no breakfast either. Hehe, which was my first observation, porcavians certainly are early risers!”

Magari then set her notebook down and her binoculars and leaned forward and pulled her belt with all of her pouches towards her. They were tough to wear while kneeling, so she took them off and set them aside.

Magari smiled as she reached into one of her pouches, knowing what was inside. “There should still be some of Alicia’s delicious bread in here.”

She then pulled out a wrapped up round piece of bread, unwrapped a small bite of it and bit into it, smiling in pure joy at its wonderful, delicious taste. This bread was special; it was given to her by Alicia Gunther during her last visit to the Gunther household for a tutoring session the other day.

She had eaten so much that day, but there was still much more left, the majority of it was given to her as a gift. But she remembered Alicia’s words, “Thank you for spending so much time with my husband, Welkin. You have no idea how much it means to him to have you over her so often, it’s almost like it was back in the old days…”

Magari took another bite of her bread, chewed and thought on it some more, “I hope what I’m doing is ok… I’ve read enough history on Europa’s second war to know that Welkin had a younger sister… a Darcsen like me. But that can’t be the reason that he wants to teach me… could it be? I’ve never seen him stare quite so intently at his other students than he does at me… maybe I’ll ask him today.”

Just then, Magari heard the sound of a bird chirping very close by. She looked up and spotted a very familiar bird, Jarde. Avans’ messenger bird.

“Why hello there, Jarde!” Magari called out, “I see you found me again, right at meal time as well!”

Jarde chirped happily and bounced up and down on the branch that he was perched upon.

“Alright, I hear you,” said Magari, shifting her position and coming to a kneeling position, sitting on the backs of her ankles. She then stuck her gloved index finger out, “Come here boy!”

Jarde chirped and whistled happily and dove from his position, swooped down and as he neared Magari he beat his wings rapidly, coming to a halt and landing perfectly on top of her finger.

Magari laughed happily, and then moved her finger down next to her bread that was clutched in her other hand and Jarde began to peck at it, tearing off small bits and gobbling them down hungrily.

“Oh Jarde, you’re just like Avan,” Magari teased, “I have no idea where that boy or you put all that food you fit into your small bodies!”

Suddenly, Jarde stopped eating and raised his head up, a small bread crumb still clutched in his mouth and his small head darted all around.

“What is it boy? What’s wrong?”

Just then, the bushes behind her rustled, then to her left and her right. Magari quickly looked all around her and came to a terrifying realization… something was all around her. Animals? People? Or worse yet… Rebels?

She wasn’t going to wait to find out; she dropped her bread and made a reach for her pistol, still in its pouch. That was when she heard a gun cock back.

“Freeze, Dark-hair!” a male voice in front of her ordered.

Her hand froze just as she got to button undone and slowly looked up and into the blue eyes of a helmet clad rebel aiming his rifle at her. That was when the sound of laughter and even more bushes and grass rustling could be heard.

“That dark-hair talked so loud to that damn bird that we could have found her in the dark!”

“Tch! I didn’t even need to hear her to know where she was. I could smell her the moment we entered this area.” said a shock trooper with a yellow helmet.

Magari was shaking, but she still made a conscious effort to look around the area and count, “One… Two… Three, Four, Five, Six…. There are nearly ten of them and they’re all around me… I don’t even have a chance here…”

The leader then stepped forward, a huge Fencer, an ace no doubt, “You’re either very brave or incredibly stupid to come out here alone, Dark-hair!” He then swung his huge sword and stopped just an inch from her neck, though she didn’t flinch, “I could have your head dangling from the end of my sword in a heartbeat if I wanted to.”

Magari breathed in deep, then exhaled slowly before saying, “I’m not afraid…” though that was not entirely true. She was at much greater danger, because she was a Darcsen, the very people these Rebels were fighting in this civil war.

“If I may ask sir… why are you hesitating? She’s a Darcsen!”

“Yes… but would you just look at her… she’s just about the prettiest Darcsen I’ve ever seen!”

“I agree, let’s take her back to camp, have some fun with her before we finish her off!” said a large mortar lancer.

“No! Not that!” Magari cried, swatting away the hand of the Ace Fencer as he made a grab for her.

“Hey! Stupid Dark-haired Bitc-- Ah!” the fencer cursed as a small angry bird landed on his face, digging it’s small claws into his face, gripping, then pecking hard with its beak.

“No! Jarde don’t!” Magari warned. But it was too late; the Fencer grabbed the bird, ripped it from his face and threw it at a nearby tree. Jarde hit hard, then fell into a pile of bushes and disappeared.

Magari got up and tried to run towards him, but one of the Rebels grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back. The force was so hard that some of Magaris’ hair was ripped out and her beloved Darcsen pattern hair braid went along with it.

The Rebel then looked down at his hand in disgust, “Ah Gross! My hand just slide off of that greasy hair of hers!” He then flicked his hand and her hair braid fell to the ground and lay amongst the dirt along with a few long strands of dark-blue/black hair of hers.

The other soldiers then moved in and two of them grabbed and arm each and tried to restrain the small Darcsen engineer as she kicked and screamed for her life. A scout began to get angry and he turned his rifle around and brought it back to his the girl in the face with the wooden butt-end. But was stopped just before he could do so.

“Now, now! Don’t damage that pretty face of hers. Allow me!” said the Fencer leader. He then punched Magari so hard in the stomach that she lifted a few inches off the ground, all of her breath getting knocked right out of her. Magari then began to black out, her eyes closed, her head fell forward and she was out, unconscious.

“That beautiful face of hers is what’s keeping her alive! Let’s not damage it if we can help it!”

The group then began to walk back to their camp, dragging the unconscious Darcsen girl the whole way.

A short while later, Jarde began to wake up. He scampered out of the bushes and darted his head all around, no one could be seen, Rebel or Magari. He then flew up to a nearby branch overhead to get a better view from above. Once he was on a branch he looked around and spotted something on the ground. He swooped down and landed next to it… it was Magaris’ Darcsen patterned hair braid, a few strands of her Darcsen hair were still attached and scattered on the ground all around it.

Jarde lowered his small head and cooed and chirped in despair, Magari was gone… There was nothing a tiny bird like him could do to help… unless. Jarde then raised his head up and had an idea. He then hopped forward, took her hair braid and some strands of her hair in his beak, took to the sky and flapped madly back towards the academy.

Ok... I have to admit it... Magari is ALMOST on par with Nadine for my favorite VC characters. Except that Nadine is much more kind, thoughtful and willing to risk much more than Magari, so it's close... but no one has yet to replace Nadine as my all-time-favorite VC character in the entire VC world!

P.S. I was SO happy when Mischlitt told Zeri that she was reading a romance book written by NADINE!

[Runty]

Originally Posted by Snowman24

Here's a first peek at my Magari fanfic, an extremely rough draft that I started just an hour ago.

Spoiler for Magari fic:

It was a clear blue sky day, very few clouds were overhead. Still, as always, there was a light layer of mist in the air in the lean bluff woods. This helped however to provide even more camouflage for a small Darcsen girl, currently crouching down beneath some tall grass. In one hand was a pair of binoculars, eyeing a small family of porcavian pigs and piglets. In her other hand was a small clipboard, already loaded with notes and jotted down observations of the families movements, habits, what they ate and how they interacted as a family and with their surroundings.

“I must say! This certainly is more rewarding than simply reading from a book.” said Magari.

“I could have read and tried to imagine in my head what all of this would have looked like. But to actually experience it… there is no comparison!” Magari chuckled as she continued to watch the family munch on grass and berries in the distance.

Though, all of this was actually starting to make Magari hungry herself. The growling of her tummy confirmed that feeling seconds later.

Magari quickly checked her watch, “It’s nearing noon… I should head back soon…” Magari thought, “I wonder why Welkin picked Porcavian’s as the subject for study today? He said it had something to do with experiences in the last war… pigs in war… that’s a thought.

Oh well, whatever, I’ve gathered all of this information and none of it was from a book! All my own observations! I can‘t wait to see what he thinks about this, no books involved!”

Her tummy rumbled again, this time slightly louder, loud enough for the Porcavians ears to perk up, jerk their heads around trying to find the source, then taking off, squealing and oinking all the way.

“Aww… I hoped to gather just a little more information,” Magari thought, and then she rubbed her stomach. “Maybe I’ll munch on something first, before heading back. I have been out here since dawn, no breakfast either. Hehe, which was my first observation, porcavians certainly are early risers!”

Magari then set her notebook down and her binoculars and leaned forward and pulled her belt with all of her pouches towards her. They were tough to wear while kneeling, so she took them off and set them aside.

Magari smiled as she reached into one of her pouches, knowing what was inside. “There should still be some of Alicia’s delicious bread in here.”

She then pulled out a wrapped up round piece of bread, unwrapped a small bite of it and bit into it, smiling in pure joy at its wonderful, delicious taste. This bread was special; it was given to her by Alicia Gunther during her last visit to the Gunther household for a tutoring session the other day.

She had eaten so much that day, but there was still much more left, the majority of it was given to her as a gift. But she remembered Alicia’s words, “Thank you for spending so much time with my husband, Welkin. You have no idea how much it means to him to have you over her so often, it’s almost like it was back in the old days…”

Magari took another bite of her bread, chewed and thought on it some more, “I hope what I’m doing is ok… I’ve read enough history on Europa’s second war to know that Welkin had a younger sister… a Darcsen like me. But that can’t be the reason that he wants to teach me… could it be? I’ve never seen him stare quite so intently at his other students than he does at me… maybe I’ll ask him today.”

Just then, Magari heard the sound of a bird chirping very close by. She looked up and spotted a very familiar bird, Jarde. Avans’ messenger bird.

“Why hello there, Jarde!” Magari called out, “I see you found me again, right at meal time as well!”

Jarde chirped happily and bounced up and down on the branch that he was perched upon.

“Alright, I hear you,” said Magari, shifting her position and coming to a kneeling position, sitting on the backs of her ankles. She then stuck her gloved index finger out, “Come here boy!”

Jarde chirped and whistled happily and dove from his position, swooped down and as he neared Magari he beat his wings rapidly, coming to a halt and landing perfectly on top of her finger.

Magari laughed happily, and then moved her finger down next to her bread that was clutched in her other hand and Jarde began to peck at it, tearing off small bits and gobbling them down hungrily.

“Oh Jarde, you’re just like Avan,” Magari teased, “I have no idea where that boy or you put all that food you fit into your small bodies!”

Suddenly, Jarde stopped eating and raised his head up, a small bread crumb still clutched in his mouth and his small head darted all around.

“What is it boy? What’s wrong?”

Just then, the bushes behind her rustled, then to her left and her right. Magari quickly looked all around her and came to a terrifying realization… something was all around her. Animals? People? Or worse yet… Rebels?

She wasn’t going to wait to find out; she dropped her bread and made a reach for her pistol, still in its pouch. That was when she heard a gun cock back.

“Freeze, Dark-hair!” a male voice in front of her ordered.

Her hand froze just as she got to button undone and slowly looked up and into the blue eyes of a helmet clad rebel aiming his rifle at her. That was when the sound of laughter and even more bushes and grass rustling could be heard.

“That dark-hair talked so loud to that damn bird that we could have found her in the dark!”

“Tch! I didn’t even need to hear her to know where she was. I could smell her the moment we entered this area.” said a shock trooper with a yellow helmet.

Magari was shaking, but she still made a conscious effort to look around the area and count, “One… Two… Three, Four, Five, Six…. There are nearly ten of them and they’re all around me… I don’t even have a chance here…”

The leader then stepped forward, a huge Fencer, an ace no doubt, “You’re either very brave or incredibly stupid to come out here alone, Dark-hair!” He then swung his huge sword and stopped just an inch from her neck, though she didn’t flinch, “I could have your head dangling from the end of my sword in a heartbeat if I wanted to.”

Magari breathed in deep, then exhaled slowly before saying, “I’m not afraid…” though that was not entirely true. She was at much greater danger, because she was a Darcsen, the very people these Rebels were fighting in this civil war.

“If I may ask sir… why are you hesitating? She’s a Darcsen!”

“Yes… but would you just look at her… she’s just about the prettiest Darcsen I’ve ever seen!”

“I agree, let’s take her back to camp, have some fun with her before we finish her off!” said a large mortar lancer.

“No! Not that!” Magari cried, swatting away the hand of the Ace Fencer as he made a grab for her.

“Hey! Stupid Dark-haired Bitc-- Ah!” the fencer cursed as a small angry bird landed on his face, digging it’s small claws into his face, gripping, then pecking hard with its beak.

“No! Jarde don’t!” Magari warned. But it was too late; the Fencer grabbed the bird, ripped it from his face and threw it at a nearby tree. Jarde hit hard, then fell into a pile of bushes and disappeared.

Magari got up and tried to run towards him, but one of the Rebels grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back. The force was so hard that some of Magaris’ hair was ripped out and her beloved Darcsen pattern hair braid went along with it.

The Rebel then looked down at his hand in disgust, “Ah Gross! My hand just slide off of that greasy hair of hers!” He then flicked his hand and her hair braid fell to the ground and lay amongst the dirt along with a few long strands of dark-blue/black hair of hers.

The other soldiers then moved in and two of them grabbed and arm each and tried to restrain the small Darcsen engineer as she kicked and screamed for her life. A scout began to get angry and he turned his rifle around and brought it back to his the girl in the face with the wooden butt-end. But was stopped just before he could do so.

“Now, now! Don’t damage that pretty face of hers. Allow me!” said the Fencer leader. He then punched Magari so hard in the stomach that she lifted a few inches off the ground, all of her breath getting knocked right out of her. Magari then began to black out, her eyes closed, her head fell forward and she was out, unconscious.

“That beautiful face of hers is what’s keeping her alive! Let’s not damage it if we can help it!”

The group then began to walk back to their camp, dragging the unconscious Darcsen girl the whole way.

A short while later, Jarde began to wake up. He scampered out of the bushes and darted his head all around, no one could be seen, Rebel or Magari. He then flew up to a nearby branch overhead to get a better view from above. Once he was on a branch he looked around and spotted something on the ground. He swooped down and landed next to it… it was Magaris’ Darcsen patterned hair braid, a few strands of her Darcsen hair were still attached and scattered on the ground all around it.

Jarde lowered his small head and cooed and chirped in despair, Magari was gone… There was nothing a tiny bird like him could do to help… unless. Jarde then raised his head up and had an idea. He then hopped forward, took her hair braid and some strands of her hair in his beak, took to the sky and flapped madly back towards the academy.

Ok... I have to admit it... Magari is ALMOST on par with Nadine for my favorite VC characters. Except that Nadine is much more kind, thoughtful and willing to risk much more than Magari, so it's close... but no one has yet to replace Nadine as my all-time-favorite VC character in the entire VC world!

P.S. I was SO happy when Mischlitt told Zeri that she was reading a romance book written by NADINE!

Nice preview Snowman.

Spoiler for ...:

Please say Rene is going to kick that fencer's ass!

A few slight changes to recommend: you made a couple of spelling errors and/or word confusions. One instance has to saying "his" instead of "hit"; it's the line where the scout is about to hit Magari with his rifle. Also, the word "slide" should have been "slid"; it's a bit easy to make that mistake, I know. Also, it'd make more sense if Magari were carried out of the area by the Rebels, instead of being dragged (sounds like she was dragged across the ground, ouch); you could have it so the Rebel leader carries Magari over his shoulder. Lastly, and this is just a personal preference: "tummy" is more of a spoken term; in writing, the words "stomach", "gut", or "belly" would probably serve you better (I'd personally go with "stomach" in the above cases).
(just some suggestions )

Oh, and here's a possible suggestion on how Class G could end up finding Magari, as well as learn what happened to her. When they arrive in the area where Magari was kidnapped, they end up being spotted by a pair of Rebel scouts. Class G captures the scouts, however, and quickly interrogates them, learning the location of the Rebel camp where Magari has been taken (at Welkin's request, the Rebel prisoners are not killed).

I'm sure that could help solve a lot of issues in figuring out how Class G locates Magari.

And as another bit, I just thought up two more possible VC2 oneshots. They feature Noel and Alexis/Inghild, so don't read these if you haven't completed their stories.

Spoiler for Oneshots:

The first one would center around Noel, who on one mission in the Arlem region ends up stumbling upon a litter of kittens who have lost their mother to a Rebel war dog. Not wanting to leave the kittens on their own, she brings them back to Lanseal. Unfortunately, Class G quickly discovers that Avan AND Brixham are both allergic to cats! That, and the kittens seem to be eying Jarde a bit too much for Avan's liking. Much to her dismay, Noel has to find new homes for the kittens.

The second stars Alexis, and would have to occur AFTER Avan discovers that Alexis is a girl, as well as after the events of Inghild's story. On one day, Inghild ends up receiving another prophecy: this one appears in the color black, the color of death. And the one who is bearing that color is none other than Alexis. Class G fears for her life, but receive deployment orders; Alexis refuses to be left behind just because of Inghild's "ramblings". While on the mission, however, Class G ends up encountering a new Artificial Valkyria armor prototype that the Rebels are testing out. This V3 armor quickly sends Class G packing, but during the battle, some of the cadets witness what appears to be Alexis perishing at the hands of the V3, which blasts her off the side of a cliff. However, Alexis survives the fall, but is badly injured. For the next while, Alexis has to evade Rebel patrols and make her way back to Lanseal alone, and all the while the V3 is hunting for her. The harrowing trial culminates with Alexis destroying the V3 (killing its pilot), and has Alexis returning alive to Lanseal. Class G is relieved to see she is alive, though it leaves Inghild confused that her prophecy was wrong. Zeri, however, points out that Alexis, prior to returning, had been registered as KIA, which officially meant she was dead. In a sense, she DID die. Inghild decides to take this with a grain of salt, in the end.

What do you think?

[Owlette]

Spoiler for Reply for Runty:

I suggested you to add something. Why not you write Zeri's quote, "So much for prophecy, hmph", before the end?

Or I think it could be good idea if you add few things to make her prophecy somewhat right. Like, one part is right and an another part is wrong? Maybe? It is up to you.

Another than that, I liked it as I enjoy to read your oneshot story.

[Snowman24]

@Runty: Lol, thanks for the quick review, even though it's not complete yet. Yeah, like I said, it was a rough draft, the first stuff I wrote without really looking it over or spellchecking it and stuff. It's what came to mind when I started typing.

Oh, don't you worry about Rene, Runty, If you remember what she said in the game: "I don't take kindly to guys harrassing Magari!!"

I'd hate to be those Rebels once Rene arrives on the scene...

They've already hurt her BFF physically... it's gonna be pure murder once she gets her hands on them, I'm sure!

@Owlette: Thanks for the kind words, I'm sure you'll enjoy the rest of the story, once it's finished

-So, I don't think I'm going to have time to write today, taking a trip into the city for some shopping and visiting friends. I'll probably start sometime Sunday and hopefully it'll be up by Monday, my minds bursting with ideas for this story!!

@Runty: I had two ideas of how they were going to locate Magari

Spoiler for ideas...:

1) Welkin recruits Marina Wulfstan, who has taken the role of teacher after her solitude in the mountains. She now leads the 'Wulf Pack'. A small group of boys and girls, hand selected by Marina out of hundreds of soldiers, cadets and militia veterans. There's three of them, her 'Wolf Pups or just Pups' and there are two guys one girl. All of them assuming a similar appearance and hairstyle to Marina, their teacher and dressed in all black. They're the best trackers and hunters in all of Gallia, and Welkin recruits them because Marina has a reputation of: 'Never letting her prey escape' and is using this experience to give her Pups a real life challenge of tracking, hunting and finding their prey in the forest.

2) Hans, who was the one Welkin was going to introduce Magari to, works with Jarde, Avans bird and the two work together to lead Class G to Magari. Lol, just picturing Hans sniffing the ground with his snout, while Jarde flies around the forest searching was a cute idea.

But, I think I'll ditch those two ideas for what you suggested. That sounds like a better idea anyhow. I'll try to show a different side to Rene, a slightly meaner, snappier version. Only because she's so worried about Magari. She knows how pretty Magari is and has an idea of what those rebels will do to someone as beautiful as her if she's still alive.

That may lead to some rash actions, such as after they capture the rebel scouts and whatever else might happen during the mission.

I do however have some questions:

-Should Welkin bring the Edelweiss for this mission? assuming he still has it, I'd bet Marion would have a meltdown once she sees a one of a kind tank like the Edelweiss and volunteer in a heartbeat to join the mission

-I don't think all of Class G will join, there are some who don't care for Magari, *the Darcsen haters* But who are some key characters I should include? Rene's a no brainer, same with Mischlitt and Zeri and of course Avan, but who could some other minor characters be?

-And... how far should the rebels get with Magari before help arrives? I think if Rene heard Magari screaming and shrieking in terror once they arrive, it could trigger something inside of her and cause her to charge on ahead of everyone else or something to that sort.

-Should I include any other EW2 vets, or just Welkin leading the cadets?

Lol, looking at this, this seems like it'll be a minor Collab fanfic between us authors.