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2010-06-04, 05:46 | Link #141 |
Immi
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Yay, I finally finished the chapter.
Prequel Prologue Day 1 Spoiler for Day 2 [part 1]:
Tsukuyomi didn’t sleep very restfully, Setsuna noted dully. For someone who acted like she didn’t have a care in the world when she was awake, her sleeping patterns were incredibly disturbed. In the past five minutes alone, she’d twisted around so much that the sheets were a tangled mess at the foot of the bed.
And the hour before that hadn’t helped. Neither had the hour before that, come to think of it. Or the hour before that. And as for the hour before that— Setsuna groaned quietly and pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes. She was tired. Her head ached from spending all day dragging Tsukuyomi around campus, and all she wanted was to forget about everything for a few minutes so she could fall asleep without dreading what would happen after she woke up. She couldn’t though. No matter what she did, her eyes and ears always came back to her charge, keeping her wide awake. How was Tsukuyomi going to handle being stuck in a class with thirty other students? Did she even know how to interact with other human beings without violence? How long was it going to be before she tried to kill someone? Tsukuyomi moaned and flipped onto her stomach. Setsuna winced at the noise the bedsprings made; she wasn’t used to anyone using the bunk beds. Mana showed up occasionally, but she didn’t usually spend the night, and Setsuna always slept on the floor herself. The beds were too cramped. Setsuna stared up at the ceiling. If she looked hard enough, she could see the faint blue of the room’s wards. The color had gotten more obvious since Tsukuyomi had been sentenced to stay. New wards had been put in place so that she couldn’t just walk out of the school at night. Looking at them now, Setsuna felt significantly more trapped. Tsukuyomi had to stay here, and she had to watch Tsukuyomi. They were bound together even more thoroughly than most partners bothered with. Setsuna mimicked Tsukuyomi and rolled over, curling up under her sheets with her hand on her pactio card. She wondered if Konoka was still awake. If she was, maybe they could talk. Maybe that could somehow fix the mess Negi’s compassion for Shiori had volunteered her for. They hadn’t had a chance to talk at all since getting back to Mahora, and today they hadn’t even seen each other. It was starting to remind Setsuna uncomfortably of the time they’d spent apart in the Magical World. Even after meeting up with Asuna, Setsuna didn’t manage a peaceful night’s sleep until they found Konoka with Kaede. Worry and guilt had kept her up for hours after Asuna drifted off. She was supposed to be Konoka’s bodyguard—they weren’t meant to be separated. That’s why I can’t sleep, Setsuna realized abruptly. Not because Tsukuyomi’s here, but because Konoka isn’t. Before getting back to Mahora, they’d shared a room. Sometimes—and just thinking about that made Setsuna’s face glow red in the dark—a bed. So now, even though they were back to the sleeping arrangements they’d had for years… I miss her. Not—not the way a bodyguard misses a charge. That’s not good. That’s not good at all. Setsuna clamped her eyes shut and let go of her card. She wasn’t going to think about it. That would only make everything worse. She was going to go to sleep, and when she woke up in the morning, she’d take Tsukuyomi to class. Konoka would be there. ------ “Ojou-sama, don’t! I’m fine—you don’t need to waste your magic on me.” “Set-chan, you’re bleeding too much! I need to heal you before—” “Kono-chan, please! Negi-sensei is the one who needs you right now, not me, so—Tsukuyomi, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” “Losing… I don’t think it was… part of my contract. Even with Kurt-kun… I think I was supposed to win. So… I owe Fate-han. A… healed Negi-kun… since Fate-han… wants to fight him so badly… that would make us even.” “You didn’t have to be so rough.” “It… won’t… even bruise. … Senpai? Try… not to die. You’re… cuter… alive.” ------ Over the years, Tsukuyomi had come across many things that she did not like. Most of those could be dealt with quickly and bloodily, but every once in a while, something would come along that required her to be patient. “Do I have to wear the tie?” “It’s part of the uniform,” Setsuna answered curtly, not looking up from putting on her shoes. Tsukuyomi sighed and threw herself down on the nest of blankets on the floor. Her tie fluttered down next to her. She’d been hoping that her cute little senpai would be in a better mood after a night of sleep. “It’s uncomfortable. And it’s not very practical at all—the material’s too slippery to strangle anyone besides the person wearing it. Can’t I have the ribbon instead?” That got her brief eye contact and a glare at least. It might have been intimidating normally, but this morning there were dark circles under Setsuna’s eyes and she was trying to fit her left foot into her right shoe. Oh. That explained a lot. “Aren’t you used to waking up early?” One of Setsuna’s hands slipped and the shoe fell to the floor. “What makes you think that?” “Well, you always woke up before me when you were traveling with the princess. That was back before you and your friends made it to Ostia; after that, it was hard to keep an eye on you. Did things change after that?” If they did, that would be a little strange. The reason Setsuna got up so early was to train, and the need for that shouldn’t have changed. But she was rooming with Konoka-sama then. Maybe— Setsuna broke into Tsukuyomi’s oddly darkening thoughts. “Just how long were you following me around?” She sounded like she was trying very hard not to bring out her sword. Knowing Setsuna’s stubbornness, that probably meant she wasn’t going to lose her temper. That was a shame. Even without being able to participate, Tsukuyomi would have liked to see Yūnagi in action again. It was a beautiful sword after all, and Setsuna’s expression when using it was one of Tsukuyomi’s favorite things in the world to stare at. “It was only a few weeks—and I was ordered to keep an eye the princess, not you.” “So I was just a bonus.” “Exactly!” Setsuna rolled her eyes and picked her shoe back up. “It really was nice to see you with her,” Tsukuyomi continued. “I was worried that I’d be bored following her around all the time, but you made things interesting.” That was resolutely ignored, which Tsukuyomi took to mean that their conversation was over. She rested her head on Setsuna’s pillow and closed her eyes. The pillow was still warm. It was nice. A few days of no killing combined with no ki meant that she was running a little colder than she preferred, so some of Setsuna’s heat was more than welcome. More of it would be nice, but that had been difficult even when she could fight Setsuna on a level playing field. Now, this was probably the most she could get. Tsukuyomi frowned. I didn’t realize Fate-han’s loss would cause me so much trouble. I need to get rid of the Seal soon, so things can go back to the way they were. Quiet footsteps approached the nest. …But I’ll make sure to stay around and play a little bit before I leave. After I escape, it could be a long time before we see each other again. “Tsukuyomi, we have class in a few minutes. You need to finish getting dressed.” “Could you deal with the tie then?” She heard Setsuna sigh and half-expected to be forcibly lifted off the blankets and thrown out the door. Lack of sleep did not make anyone very friendly, and her senpai was not well disposed towards her to begin with. For some reason, that thought hurt a little. Thankfully, Setsuna didn’t give her time to dwell on it. A few seconds of annoyed silence was followed by the oddest sensation of warmth around her neck that made her eyes snap open and her breath quicken. Setsuna was kneeling next to her with her hands very, very close to being wrapped around her neck. Only the tie and Tsukuyomi’s shirt separated her from those hands. And the last time those hands had been this close… Over a week ago. But she could feel it; she could remember the look of pure fury that had her senpai so completely absorbed in their fight—that look that never failed to remind Tsukuyomi how much she wanted— Setsuna blushed when she realized Tsukuyomi was staring at her. “I don’t want to be late. Introducing you is going to be awkward enough without running into class behind everyone else.” “Right,” Setsuna’s suddenly compliant prisoner breathed. She needed her sword. Her knife. Blood. Something to distract her from the sudden burning that was running through her body. She wanted Setsuna. Wanted her so. Very. Badly. And she couldn’t have her. Not the way she wanted. There would be no fight right now, there would be a furious slaughter that Tsukuyomi could only experience once. Once was not enough. It’s just until the Seal breaks it’s just until I can break the Seal it’s just until I figure out how to leave— I can wait if it’s just that long. But I DON’T WANT TO. Pulling away, Setsuna quickly stood up and moved to the door. The sudden blast of cold returned some small amount of restraint to Tsukuyomi’s thoughts, and she was able to prop herself up shakily. Her hands were twitching for her confiscated weapons. She didn’t like it. She didn’t like it at all, but if she wanted to keep herself thinking clearly enough to escape and take Setsuna properly, she’d have to put up with tying her tie herself. Otherwise she could never have the fun she wanted. ------ Tsukuyomi hadn’t talked at all since they left the room. And she wasn’t smiling. Setsuna was doing her best not to be unnerved by the abrupt change in attitude, but considering how inappropriately cheerful the younger girl was most of the time.... To make matters worse, Tsukuyomi kept on looking at her out of the corner of her eye, leaving Setsuna with the uncomfortable feeling that she was missing something. But nothing’s changed. What is there to miss? I woke up almost exactly when she did; she didn’t have time to do anything, and she was talkative enough— “You should get more sleep,” Tsukuyomi blurted out. Setsuna started. “What?” “You should get more sleep,” the blonde repeated. “You’re cuter when you don’t have dark circles under your eyes.” Did—did she really have to say it like that? “Maybe when you stop tossing and turning on your bed all night long I will.” Tsukuyomi tilted her head, her more typical—evil—grin returning to her face. “You could always share it with me. I’m sure I wouldn’t move at all if it meant sleeping with you.” “No.” Never. Not in a thousand years. Sharing a room was bad enough. “You really don’t like those beds, do you?” Tsukuyomi asked, seemingly oblivious to the more obvious reason Setsuna didn’t want to share a sleeping space. “Are they too small for your wings?” “Something like that,” Setsuna answered tersely. She changed her mind. She didn’t care how disturbing it was; she preferred having Tsukuyomi silent and unhappy. At least then she was cooperative and didn’t seem to mold her behavior around the sole purpose of harassing Setsuna. Whether it was due to emerging common sense or lack of interest in Setsuna’s sleeping troubles beyond the desire to make them disappear, Tsukuyomi stopped eying her and changed the subject. “Is Negi-kun a good teacher?” Now there was an interesting question. As fond as Setsuna was of Negi, his leadership skills were more effective outside the classroom than in it. He knew how to prepare them for their exams, but most of his students were either too caught up in how adorable he was to pay attention to his lessons or had more interesting things to think about than English. Setsuna herself was usually in the second category thanks to her extracurricular duties, and since she was supposed to spend so much of her time and energy on Tsukuyomi, that probably wasn’t going to change. If anything, it would get worse. Killing demons was easier than minding the bloodthirsty blonde. “He does as well as can be expected considering the class he has to manage,” she answered honestly. Even Takahata had his difficulties with them—the Baka Rangers probably never would have been formed if their class was capable of staying quiet for a reasonable length of time. Tsukuyomi would fit right in if half the class didn’t know about her involvement with Fate, Setsuna thought wryly. “Hmm. Is Luna-chan going to be there today too?” “Should I be worried that you keep on bringing her up?” Tsukuyomi’s eyes went wide. “What could I possibly do to hurt Luna-chan? She doesn’t have any seals on her and Negi-kun likes her. Attacking her right now wouldn’t help me at all. I’m simply curious about an ex-colleague’s current living situation.” “You never ask about Kotarou-kun.” “Fate-han was a better boss than Chigusa-han,” Tsukuyomi said, “so I care more about his other subordinates. Besides, Kotarou-kun wasn’t around much in the first place. He was a late addition to Chigusa-han’s plan.” Setsuna was about to ask why, if that was true, Tsukuyomi didn’t seem too concerned about Fate’s other subordinates, but before she could, a head poked out one of the doorways they were walking past and yelled at her. “Hey, Setsuna-san! Four-eyes! You’re late!” Setsuna winced. They weren’t that late, but she was willing to bet they would have been on time if not for Tsukuyomi’s dislike of sensible clothing. “Sorry, Asuna-san.” Asuna rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry about it. Just get in here already and show Konoka that the two of you didn’t murder each other in your sleep. She spent almost all day yesterday worrying about how you were handling… her.” Setsuna’s face heated up. “Kono-chan was worried about me?” she murmured. Asuna’s gaze briefly drifted over to Setsuna’s new roommate. Her expression darkened. “Well, can you honestly blame her?” Tsukuyomi coughed softly, drawing Setsuna’s attention away from happier thoughts and her friend. The blonde was running her eyes up and down Asuna’s body, devouring her relaxed stance with a sharp smile that was dangerously similar to the one she wore when threatening Setsuna. “I thought we were late, Princess?” Asuna scowled at Tsukuyomi and waved them in. Negi and the members of the class not currently mobbing Shiori smiled when they saw Setsuna. Including Konoka. Setsuna got precisely three seconds of staring happily into her partner’s eyes before Negi explained to the class that they had another new student joining them, calling Tsukuyomi’s presence to their attention. Half a second before Ayaka’s eyes widened in recognition, Setsuna remembered that the people who had joined Negi in the Magical World were not the only members of the class familiar with Tsukuyomi. “You’re the street performer who dropped a giant cat on me!” Spoiler for Day 2 [part 2]:
Tsukuyomi thought she might understand Setsuna’s reluctant explanation of Negi’s teaching skills a little better now. She had never bothered with traditional schooling, but she didn’t think most classes considered trying to mob new students appropriate.
At least most of her classmates already knew her, so she only had to avoid a few people and listen to a pair of twins ask if she had another cat they could drop on the Class Rep, who, as it turned out, was the excitable blonde girl at the front of the room. Tsukuyomi didn’t like her very much. Mundanes were usually boring, and being forced to pay attention to one just in case any revenge plans were being formed was not Tsukuyomi’s idea of fun. Besides, she could barely remember dropping one of her shikigami cats on the girl. She was a little preoccupied with her Senpai leaving their duel to get shot at the time. Tsukuyomi sighed and spun her dull-enough-to-be-harmless pencil (had that really been necessary?) around in her hand. Negi was droning on about something and writing on the blackboard, but she couldn’t bring herself to pay attention. This was boring. The pencil fell through her fingers and Tsukuyomi leaned back in her chair. Looking around, everyone else seemed to be coping a lot better than she was. They were obviously used to this sort of thing. Even the more interesting ones—the ones who caused Fate-han so much trouble—were acting like listening to someone talk about a language was interesting. Wait—no, that wasn’t quite right. A lot of them were just staring at Negi. Tsukuyomi didn’t think there were many actually listening to what he was saying. She had to smile a little when she counted Luna as part of that group. Without those feelings, she probably wouldn’t have been allowed to stay with Setsuna. Speaking of which… Tsukuyomi picked her pencil back up and spun it with a little more force. Dull or not, if she split it in two, the wood could be useful. But that would probably be noticed. There were a lot of people with sharp eyes in this class. Though… the girl next to her was being oddly inattentive. Setsuna kept sneaking glances at Konoka. It was annoying. Maybe their adventure in the Magical World had spoiled her a little, but Tsukuyomi wasn’t used to her Senpai paying so little attention to her. Before, even with Konoka around, there had been no doubt where Setsuna’s focus lay. It’s not like it doesn’t make sense. I suppose I’m not much of a threat anymore, and Setsuna-senpai likes Konoka-sama quite a bit. Otherwise she never would have agreed to— Some things really shouldn’t be thought, Tsukuyomi reminded herself. She looked over at Konoka, still spinning the pencil. The Konoe heiress was very pretty, and that air of power that had made her such a satisfying target all those months ago had only increased. New mages weren’t usually very much fun to play with, but the amount of raw power contained in Konoka had more than made up for that. Everything about that job was fun. Setsuna there to fight, and a powerful mage there to claim. Konoka was starting to return the looks now. Are they close enough that even a tiny separation was enough to make them miss each other? Interesting. And… bothersome. ------ When class ended, Setsuna half-expected Tsukuyomi to jump out of her chair and dash out of the room. The entire time Negi was speaking, the blonde had either been playing with her pencil or scowling at Konoka. Both actions were incredibly distracting, and had done very little to make Setsuna comfortable with having her partner and her charge in the same room. She’d ended up spending an inappropriate amount of time looking over her shoulder to make sure her friend was still alive. Which Konoka noticed. Setsuna’s face went hot. She couldn’t remember a single word Negi said due in no small part to the staring contest Konoka had—continued. Not to say that she was always paying perfect attention during classes, but between Konoka and Tsukuyomi, she’d be very lucky to escape failing. As if she didn’t have enough to worry about. Tsukuyomi’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Senpai, do we get to leave now?” Setsuna started to answer, but before she could, a possessive arm wrapped itself around her, halting all brain function. “You can leave whenever you want, Tsukuyomi-san, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep Set-chan here with me for a while,” Konoka said sweetly. To think she had considered her face red when Konoka was just looking at her. Setsuna looked down, eying the oddly fierce grip her partner had on her and doing everything possible to hide her discomfort from Tsukuyomi. “But isn’t Setsuna-senpai supposed to stay with me at all times?” Tsukuyomi asked innocently. “I thought that was part of the arrangement that’s letting me stay here. If I go on without her I’ll probably have to leave.” “And wouldn’t that just be a shame?” Asuna broke in. Setsuna looked up, face still burning. Konoka didn’t seem to be letting her go. “She’s right, Asuna-san. I’m not supposed to leave her. The headmaster told me that I wasn’t to let her out of my sight.” Wait. “Ah, not that I don’t want to spend time alone with you, Kono-chan,” she hurried to explain. “Er—no, that’s not right; it’s just that—” “For crying out—I can watch her, Setsuna-san,” Asuna said, already in the process of dragging a startled Tsukuyomi out of the room. “You don’t have to worry about her running off to start a massacre.” “It’s nice of you to offer, Princess, but I prefer Setsuna-senpai.” Setsuna valiantly ignored the implications of that statement and tried to relax as Konoka pulled her closer. “…Right. Too bad.” Asuna had Tsukuyomi out of the room so quickly that the door was slammed shut by the time Setsuna was spun around and looking into Konoka’s eyes. Her attention very well caught, Setsuna forgot for a moment that she should be very, very embarrassed to be resting so comfortably in her partner’s arms. For the first time since the end of her fight with Tsukuyomi, she felt something like peace. Kono-chan has really… really pretty eyes. “You look exhausted, Set-chan,” Konoka murmured, cupping Setsuna’s cheeks and rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. “Didn’t you get any sleep?” “I got some,” Setsuna muttered back. “Things are just—taking some getting used to.” She carefully didn’t specify which part of the new sleeping arrangements was bothering her so much. Hopefully Konoka wouldn’t ask; it would be easy enough to say that Tsukuyomi didn’t know how to sleep peacefully, but… it would also be really hard to keep from telling Konoka the whole truth. “I could ask Daddy to watch over Tsukuyomi-san if you’d like.” Setsuna smiled ruefully. “But if Eishun-sama became responsible for Tsukuyomi, the Ouroboros Seal on her would have to be removed. The Kansai Magic Association doesn’t really approve of using it—they consider it too restrictive. Most magical groups do. If Tsukuyomi leaves Mahora, the Seal has to be taken off.” Konoka bit her lip. “Set-chan?” “Yes, Ojou-sama?” The title came out automatically—Konoka looked too serious for Setsuna to think of her as Kono-chan right now. She winced and waited for the reprimand, but it didn’t come. Instead Konoka kept watching her, concern shining through her eyes. “Does the idea of Tsukuyomi-san being somewhere you can’t see her when she has all of her power… does it really bother you that much?” Setsuna tore her gaze away from Konoka and went back to her earlier examination of the floor. “Eishun-sama already has too much to deal with, doesn’t he? Especially with Gödel-san’s trial coming up. So even if the Seal wasn’t an issue, I wouldn’t ask him to take over the responsibility of guarding Tsukuyomi. It wouldn’t be fair.” “Set-chan.” Konoka stepped closer; they were practically breathing the same air now. “Maybe she doesn’t have to be with Daddy, but she doesn’t have to be with you, either. Kaede-san would be happy to take over for you. Grandpa asked you first because he trusts you the most, but you don’t have to watch her. No one will force you to.” Setsuna saw and recognized the look in Konoka’s eyes. Her partner wasn’t any more comfortable with this situation than she was. As long as Tsukuyomi was around to deal with, they wouldn’t be able to spend as much time together as they wanted to. And… Konoka knew more about her history with Tsukuyomi than anyone else. Asuna had only been around to see the beginning of their first duel in the Magical World. Konoka had seen all of the last, and heard more of the words coming out of Tsukuyomi’s mouth than she should have. She had every reason to want Tsukuyomi away from Setsuna. But those same reasons were why Setsuna knew she couldn’t let someone else guard Tsukuyomi. It wasn’t just the idea of the blonde running free with her power that she found disturbing; it was that, if she wasn’t the one watching the girl, there would always be a chance that Tsukuyomi would find her and fight with her again. The memories of being pinned to a roof—of collapsing on a cold stone floor and watching the cracks fill with her blood—they were still too real for Setsuna to risk the slightest chance of Tsukuyomi being able to fight her ever again. “I know I could get out of guarding her if I really wanted to,” Setsuna said slowly, “but… I need to know that she’s not still following me. And the only way for me to know that is if I keep her close.” Konoka sighed and wrapped her arms around Setsuna in a tight hug. Setsuna carefully hugged her back. “I suppose it was a little selfish of me to ask. But I really don’t like this.” “I don’t really like it either,” Setsuna reassured her quickly; she didn’t want Konoka to think she was doing this because she wanted to. It was just something that was necessary if she wanted to walk around without constantly looking over her shoulder. “And it’s not like this will last forever, right?” “Right.” A few years at most. She and Konoka were going to have much more than that together. Konoka pulled away with a small smile on her lips. “Good. Because I don’t sleep as well without you either.” “Wait—what? K-Kono-chan! I didn’t say—” Konoka laughed happily at her partner’s scrambled stuttering, and despite her extreme embarrassment, Setsuna found herself smiling back. That’s right. Forever was reserved for them. Not Tsukuyomi. Spoiler for Notes:
So. Love triangle. Currently looking a little lopsided. Especially since it's a SetsuYomi story.
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2010-06-04, 09:12 | Link #142 |
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Gotta admit that Konoka is very sweet here; she's genuinely concerned for Setsuna, and she wants to be with her, which neither of them can really do right now with Tsukuyomi needing 24/7 guarding. In a way it makes you feel a little sorry for her; she means well, but at the same time she wants to be with Setsuna, and she can't be. I'm interested to see how she and Tsukuyomi would interact. Also, why am I totally behind an Ayaka/Tsukuyomi friendship?
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SetsuYomi??? But....but.....*waves KonoSetsu flag* I must say though, from the way you've written these first two chapters, you would likely be the one to convert me ! Tsukuyomi maintains this barely-restrained-psycho air throughout the chapter, and it keeps her so in character and so interesting that I'm mesmerized . The disconnect between how Tsukuyomi and Konoka see Setsuna's staring is dramatically ironically funny (Tsukuyomi thinks that Setsuna's pining after Konoka, Konoka thinks Setsuna is quasi-flirting/yearning, and Setsuna's terrified that Tsukuyomi would stab Konoka in the back if she's not careful). And just the way you lay out the last bit of Tsukuyomi's perspective is just perfectly eerie and great: Quote:
And oh....a reference to a flashback, I see? Sounds violent and nasty.... Konoka can't sleep well without Setsuna, eh? Does that mean that they've experienced the good slumber that sleeping together gives them?? The last bit is an excellent way to end the chapter, and the comment about them having forever together does a great job of cementing to the reader just how much they love each other (in every way) and how close they are, but could also provide for a powerful contrast in tone later on for us to compare the qualities of a KonoSetsu vs. SetsuYomi relationship . Hmm, curious thought: If Asuna is Anti-magic, and she touches Tsukuyomi, could she possibly break the Ouroboros Seal, whether intentionally or by accident? =O
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2010-06-06, 19:32 | Link #144 |
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I was always under the impression that being Anti-magic meant that Asuna could breech things that normal people couldn't, not break them completely. =O Kind of like how she could get through Eva's force field when she fought Negi, but never completely destroyed it.
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2010-06-08, 22:22 | Link #146 |
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An update on the out of touch observer here, who is generally ignored. Or perhaps whom just has not brought anything good to the table yet. Chapter forty nine is out already, you can read a snippet here, as always, the language here can be harsh, beware...:
Spoiler for Chapter Forty Nine: Young Negi An Applied Approach:
Fate finally gave a half smile, as Negi narrowed his eyes. His fists quietly balled up to show themselves. About him, the air seemed to thicken with magic...not his own, but another's...Fate's. Negi stood his ground however, as the silver haired boy reached out, pulling from the air a grand key. "...So you do want to fight." In the next instant, AtraCrolacri was out, lighting Negi's eyes with its sickly green/purple hue. Yet, Negi could hear, faintly, a rumbling, as the other smiled. He jumped back as Tsukuyomi shot forwards, and Negi jumped off to the side, Eva making a beeline for Fate...even if she could do no true magical damage to him...Negi shot at Fate too, bringing his blade down upon the other's key, which threw sparks as a retort. Το σθμβολαιον διακονετο μοι, βασιλισκ οθρανιονον. Fate threw Negi off easily however, and shot out his foot to catch Eva in the gut, the move was almost too fast to see. Negi gritted his teeth as he landed, seeing that Tsukuyomi hadn't actually been headed for him, but Anya, who escaped by a hair's breadth, if only because Alma jumped in, fire blazing from her hands. Επιγενεντηετο, απολεια κεραθνε ηοσ τιμεισ πτειρει. Ηεκατονκατισ και κηιλιακισ αστραπσατο. His own hands grew dark almost instinctually as the ground beneath them all rumbled all the fiercer, becoming prominent as political figures began to panic. Magica Erebia, always faithful to the vampirc boy, exploded around him. He smiled as he steadied his blade, fists closing tight. Κηιλιαρκοθ Αστραπε! The spell didn't rain down from the heavens, he took it into himself, grinning as he barreled towards Fate. His blade met the other's guard once more, throwing off more spars, yet still, Fate managed to push him off. Negi wasn't fazed as he skidded back however. He ducked under Fate's swing and shot out his own free hand. "Incendia Laques!" κατατρώω ίσως από το διάστημα, O κεραυνός wrap τριγύρω όπλο O πάγοs! Fate spun his key, jumping away from Negi to combat the bars of fire and darkness that had shot around him. His weapon sliced through them all neatly, but the red head wasn't bothered as he broke in to close the distance, calling for magical arrows this time. "Sagitta Magica, Centum et Nonus Novem, Spiritus Obscurans!" ριζώνω έξω my εχθρός , τσεκούρι του εκδίκηση, έκλειψη! Arrows from around him circled his body before shooting out, as the Eclipse Axe formed in his free hand. He brought both of them together, using his blade as the faucet for the power as he swung it out, head on, close distance. Fate smiled, he actually cracked a smile. Deflexio! Ex Somno Exsistat Exundans Undina Inimicum Immergat in Alveum! Vinctus Aquarius! Ropes of water, binding spells, they normally were nothing, but when Negi dodged, one wrapped about his foot, and he found that it anchored him to the ground, disturbingly firm. He pulled free with some difficulty, only to see Fate's Deflexio had handled his axe and weathered his arrows. The boy smiled as he spun his key, and the ground shook all the more fiercely. "Negi Springfield, your power is great, but mine is greater. You are no match for me." No match? He was kidding right? Negi allowed his head to fall as his hands gathered more power about him. If he was no match, he'd just have to make himself match up to the bugger! Already in thunder form, using Magica Erebia, the boy had a few choices, but what he didn't want to lose time. He needed power now. Το σθμβολαιον διακονετο μοι, βασιλισκ οθρανιονον. Why not go for the Dous Complexio then? No. Fate rushed at Negi with a speed never present before, and the boy sidestepped quickly, slashing out his blade to meet the key once more, which began to glow, pulsing with its holder's power, pushing him off to skid away. No. That would give him speed, but not enough strength. Επιγενεντηετο, απολεια κεραθνε ηοσ τιμεισ πτειρει. Damn! Fighting so much, only to find your friggin opponent was still so much stronger! What the friggin hell was Fate anyway? Unless...it was risky, but what if he tried to bring out the thunder form and then add some fire to the mix, or bring fire while fulfilling thunder? Ηεκατονκατισ και κηιλιακισ αστραπσατο... Could he control four spells at once like that? He had been practicing that for ages, but had made little headway in the art before his father had shown his face, and Negi had shifted his focus to his strength. It was worth a try though, no? Τὸ συμβόλαιον συμβόλαιο και υπηρετώ εμένα βασιλιάs του φωτιά! "Κηιλιαρκοθ Αστραπε! έλα, τελείωμα φωτιά , πρώτος φωτιά! έναs φωτιά όλος ότι να είμαι ζωή όχι θάνατος φωτιά! τέλοs του κόσμοs!" Power, it flowed through him, actually overwhelmed him. Committing so much to his body, o flow through his veins and meld with him, it was insane! How could one be both fire and lightning at once? The amount of energy required was phenomenal! Yet, it came to him, and he rushed at Fate, a blink of one's eye as he struck. Once, twice, thrice, his silver haired foe held him off with his Deflexio, or his uncanny speed, and yet, lightning was faster. Faster and faster still. Fate struck out with his key, catching Negi midriff to blast him back and then took to the air upon his own steam, calling up to the heavens to rain down stone spears. "Daemonium continuo valde nebula magica, concidens spiritus detonus!" Pointing his hand upwards, he shot off one of his original spells at the mass of stone preparing to pummel him and his own, hail that defied gravity as it barreled up, striking the stone, blasting it to bits and more as Negi himself kicked up off the ground, through the hail and smoke, to punch Fate dead in the middle. Hands came and grabbed his head, tossing him down, over Negi to receive a knee gut-wise. Again, the boy had managed to lay his hands upon him! Negi still had hold of his head as Fate punched Negi in his own middle. Disdainfully the boy let go of his head, twisting around in the air to axe kick him in the back, casting him from the skies with authority. Negi shot after him, landing into Fate's back barely a split second after he slammed into the quaking ground, and yet, he spun up, tossing Negi off him in the process, slashing out his key viciously to slam into Negi tossing him like so much garbage into the air before slashing his key back down, crashing against the boy's head and crushing him to the ground. Negi landed hard on the ground, yes, but he managed to leap forwards at Fate tackling him while his body coursed with darkness and lightning, even as that very lightning faded. His body coming back into being, once more matter in place of pure energy. Fate recovered quickly, arm barring the other away, yet he landed on his feet, chanting. "Το σθμβολαιον διακονετο μοι, βασιλισκ οθρανιονον. Επιγενεντηετο, απολεια κεραθνε ηοσ τιμεισ πτειρει. Ηεκατονκατισ και κηιλιακισ αστραπσατο. Κηιλιαρκοθ Αστραπε! Igneus Ambitus!" Τὸ συμβόλαιον συμβόλαιο και υπηρετώ εμένα βασιλιάs του φωτιά! έλα, τελείωμα φωτιά , πρώτος φωτιά! έναs φωτιά όλος ότι να είμαι ζωή όχι θάνατος φωτιά! τέλοs του κόσμοs! "Deus of aquilo, temerarius unto mihi vestri vox, orior oriri ortus aequora ut meus order, Malleus Aquilonis! Τό τεῖχος διερξάσθω! Δόρυ Πέτρας! Τό τεῖχος διερξάσθω! Δόρυ Πέτρας! Βασιλισκὲ γαλεώτε μετά κὦκτὼ ποδῶν καί κακοῖν ὀμμάτοιν πνοῆν τοῦἰοῦ τόν χρόνον παραιροῦσαν! Πνοή Πέτρας!" Fate was more powerful. Yet Negi was using end of the world class spells. Lightning and fire meeting solid stone and ice. The crash prompted the shaking ground to quake far more roughly, as Negi saw, out of the corner his eye lent him, the magic circles. Demons, summoned from down below, demons, appearing out of nowhere without them, all of them dancing to the tune Fate beat out with his key. Damn! He's controlling them and fighting me, all at once! That key! The hell does it do in truth? I have to level this field. Now! "Abyssus Laques Captus Cruco, Levitas Crucio, Igne Phasmantis!" Negi reached out, deep with his mind, as he chanted that spell, putting his heart into the attack, striking at Fate with all the pain he could muster, and seeking at the same time to rip his mind through with an attack. Yet, while his aim was true, and his practice and timing impeccable, it was not to be, as another stepped in, whose timing and practice far outweighed his own. Asuna stepped in front of Fate, her hand coming out as if to grab the invisible effort Negi made with his mind, just as his magic was caught, not cancelled, by her touch. "Redirect." Magic cancelation was a great gift, but each gift of royal magic had its road, the path that one traveled in training that gift, like one fire arrow becoming a hundred, or a simple blast becoming Primal Prominence. For Negi, reading one's thoughts and desires branched off into telepathy, and into the use of memories and thoughts as weapons, even means to control another's mind and body...for Asuna, the gift cancellation could become the gift of redirecting the target, or even absorption, similar to Magica Erebia...even, over time, weaken or expand its power, like an amplification field. Now however... Negi, eyes wide, could not prepare for the pain that lanced out at him, doubled by the fact the spell not only made him feel the pain he had been planning on dishing out, but also the equal pain he had to feel. His mind shook from a spear of his own thoughts and memories blasting home, confusing him, throwing his sense of purpose off kilter, dizzying his eyes, yet, it wasn't over, for Asuna...had ridden the barb with her own mind. Negi's conscious was powerful, so much so its defenses were paramount. Yet, it you used his own power against him, and rode the attack you deflected with a little piece of yourself...you could break into his mind...laughably easy, the task became. Asuna frowned, but her grip tightened upon him, as his own pain washed over him. Her focus narrowed, her grip intending to force Negi's own spell to redouble its efforts. The boy actually cried out, pain. "The HELL are you doing to him, b*tch!" So addressed, Asuna looked up and almost instantly, the weapon that was hers, had always been hers, flashed upwards in the form of a card. Tossing it forth, she activated the pactio, formed not with Negi, no...this one was formed with Fate, but the end result was the same, her chosen weapon, long since sealed with her memories, erupted forth, and she held it still hovering a split second after, at Arika's throat. "I suggest you stay out of this...dear sister." Anger and then recognition. Asuna, Asuna Kagurazaka, grown into a young woman, at least for her haphazard race. The blade is what gave the scorned queen pause. Asuna...her half sister. it was one of the deep, dark reasons why she had murdered her father, along with his inability to see the suffering under his rule. At a loss for words, she was silent for nearly a minute. "...Asuna...? W-what are you doing to Negi? Why are you on their side!?" "Duty before kin, law before affection. Such is the royal decree. If one cannot sentence their own family to death, how can they effectively lead a country? They are soft, and must be weeded out. You knew this, once...but that was a long time ago, wasn't it, Arika? Now you have a son, and a beautiful one at that. But...you've lied to him, and so too, has his father, even to you, the man has lied. His lies give this young soul suffering, unimaginable pain. You abandoned him Arika. Your husband left him so the devil could harvest his soul." Asuna bent down low to run a single finger through Negi's hair, letting go of her blade. Yet, it still hovered there, pointed at the neck of her sister. Arika knew better than to try and move. She could only watch as her sister ran a loving, sad finger through the boy's hair as he squirmed under the pain she was in control of. Her eyes looked up at the still queen, and she took Negi's head in her own arms, continuing the calm stroke on his hair. "Poor Negi. Alone always, and yet, no he shall know how truly alone he is. Don't worry, your pain is only eight times greater than what you sent at Fate, although I fear you put your heart into that attack, I had no choice, it was the plan after all. You mind is mine my dear Nephew, your defenses are down. Allow me to show you now, just how far you have been betrayed. Let me show you, Negi Springfield, why I fight on the side I do...who your friends really are.. Memoir pactum, Ad se me alli musarum spiritus lucius, ego dictum, unum socius bellum portam maeve, solvum valde!" Arika had no choice but to watch as Negi's body jerked once before he stilled, a ragged breath drawn once before his body stiffened once more. This time, he truly did scream, and Arika knew now, hearing him scream, why he never allowed such a sound to exit his mouth. The very pain required for him to make such a sound, melded with his youth and all his power, made the howl an unearthly sound that shook her. Shook her, above all the din of war, to the very core. I am eagerly trying to find ways in which to put the idea for chapter fifty in my head into words to be typed out upon virtual paper. I know what I want to happen, but to describe it is going to be difficult. This is the fiftieth, I want to make it memorable...if anyone has any advice on what I can do for my style of writing...
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2010-06-09, 13:18 | Link #147 |
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Not that I know what's going on at the moment, since I haven't read Young Negi, but... Arika is alive? Wow, that's... that's quite something.
Btw, I love that incantation you made for Malleus Aquilonis. Given that there is no official, we should use that one.
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2010-06-09, 21:59 | Link #148 |
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Yes, Arika is alive in mine. Throws a bit of spice in the mix, mother son interaction, especially how they reunited, Negi almost fell off the bridge he had been sitting on to look at the sunset skyline, into the river...ahh, good times. Writing the original tension between the two was interesting, along with the bitterness Negi held against his father for mine.
Thank you, I made a lot of spells actually, and I do claim on my profile anyone can use them if they wish. Officially, I wrote a list somewhere, I have it here...somewhere in this mess called a flash drive...it is, by on means, finished, but it is a working list of about fifty seven spells. I don't have all the spells from the original Negima on there however, I need to put them sooner or later. God of north wind, bold unto me your cry, rise the waters upon my call, Malleus Aquilonis! Ehh, more or less the translator got it correct. I also created a higher arch end of the world fire based spell "Primal Prominence." Ahh! Please disregard the color talk, I had this in a WordPad document where colors were used. Spoiler for Working Spell List (Mind telling me if you are going to use one of my originals?):
Spells List Revision May the Twenty Seventh, Two Thousand and Ten. Version One Created: November, 2009 Version One Salvaged: May, 2010 Version Two Created: May, 2010 Version Two Revision and Expansion: June 2010 (In progress) >>>+---+>~-~<+---+<<< *Spells in Maroon are Shot type spells. Code: XSS *Spells in Green are Blast type spells. Code: XBS *Spells in Olive are Guardian Type spells. Code: XGS *Spells in Navy are Trap Type spells. Code: XTS *Spells in Purple are Weapon Type spells. Code: XWS *Spells in Blue are Rising Type spells. Code: XRS *Spells in Red are Higherarch Type Spells. Code: XHS +See Technical Usage Notes section. Type Code box, #, and the number shown beside spell. Code: X2C ~Spell created for the sole purpose of continuing Young Negi, although the storyline does not specify who created them. ***Spells in Teal are Original Negi Spells. Stars next to them indicate the type by their colors. +--SL--+ Elemental Words: Obscurans / Obscuri - Darkness Lucis / Lucio - Light Ingus / Calefaciens - Fire Terra / Terreteres - Earth Glaciales / Frigerans - Ice Fulgurans / Fulgor - Lightning Aquilonis / Aquila - Water Aeriales / Flans - Wind Numerical Words: Unas / Unum - One Duo / Duos - Two Tria / Trias - Three Quattor / Quattas - Four Novem - Nine Deci - Ten Undecim - Eleven Trignita - Thirty Nonus - Ninety Centum - Hundred Shot Type Spells [XSS] 1. ) Sagitta Magica, ___#___ Spiritus___ELEMENT___! = Magical Arrows. 2. ) Locos Umbrae Regnans Scáthach In Manum Meum Dedo Iaculum Daemonium Cum Spinis ___#___, Iaculatio ___ELEMENT____! = Demonic Spears. 3. ) # Fulgor Concidens Noctem, in Mea Manu Ens Inimicum Edat! Fulguratio Albicans! = White Lightning Shots. 4. ) Veniant Spiritus Glaciales Obscurantes...Cum Obscuratione Flet Tempestas Nivalis! Nivis Tempestas Obscurans! = Dark Blizzard, Mid Level Beam Spell. 5. ) Veniant Spiritus Aeriales Fulgurientes! Cum Fulguratione Flet Tempestas Austrina! Jovis Tempestas Fulguriens! = Jupiter Storm, Mid Level Beam Spell. 6. ) Veniant Spiritus Terreteres Florentes! Cum Flore Somniali Sub Caelo Percurrant Una Tempestas! Veris Tempestas Florens! = Flora's Sea, Mid Level Beam Spell. 7. ) Veniant Spiritus Glaciales! Extentantur Aeri! Tundram et Glaciem, Loci Noctis Albae! Crystallizatio Tellustris! = Frozen Earth. 8. ) Vertatur Tempestas Veris! Nobis Protectionem Aerialem! Flans Paries Venti Vertentis! = Churning Winds. 9. ) ~Crystallus Detonus = Frozen Explosives 10. ) Τό τεῖχος διερξάσθω! Δόρυ Πέτρας = Spear of stone. 11. ) *Aestuo continuo in nox noctis meus flamma incidere per obscurum valde levitas, convenio...ego sum vestri famulatus rip continuo, Abyssus Levitas! = Hell Pyre. 12. ) *Orbis Cum In Manum Meum, Spiritus o Centum meit centum levitas! Detonus Edat! = Buster Ruin 13. ) *Daemonium continuo valde nebula magica, concidens spiritus detonus! = Balstonrand Blast Type Spells [XBS] 1. ) Omne Flammans Flamma Purgatus, Domine Extinctionis et Signum Regenerationis, in Mea Manu Ens Inimicum Edat! Flagrantia Rubicans! = Red Blaze. 2. ) Flet Une Vente! Flans Saltatio Pulverea! = Dancing Dust. 3. ) _ELEMENT OR NULL_ Exarmito! = Disarming Spell. [000] 4. ) Ad Summam Exarmatio! = Complete Disarming Spell. 5. ) +Aer et Aqua, Facti Nebula Illis Somnum Brevem! Nebula Hypnotica! = Sleep Spell. [001] 6. ) +Se Dissolvant Circumstantia Falsa! = Dissolves Illusion. [002] 7. ) ~Permissum mihi animadverto quicumque est hic, ostendo sum verum ut mei oculus. = Spirit Sight. 8. ) ~Effrego! = Break, Blast away. 9 ) *+Reprobo inter mihi , impendo extrarius , praemium versus meus hostilis, ingus! Nova Contego! = Nova Shield. [003] 10. ) *+Perspicuus lux lucis sol solis of nox noctis adveho vultus vestri caecus hostes hostium Splendens Mico! = Blinding Light. [004] 11 ) *+Igneus Ambitus = Burning Circumference. [005] Guardian Type Spells [XGS] 1. ) Deflexio! = Shield. 2. ) # Evocatio Valcyriarum Contubernalia Gladiaro!, Age Capiant!, Contra Pugnent! = Mid level copies. 3. ) Elementa Aeriales, Venti Spriantes Cito Adieuntes Ab Inimicus Meis Me Defendant. Limes Aeriales! = Wind Barrier. 4. ) +___#___Fila Nigra Promissiva, Mihi Limitationem per # of days. Dies! = Spell of sealing. [006] 5. ) Pro unus quisnam est non a socius, socius in bellum tribuo vox of pactum pro # of seconds...NAME...Impiger! = Ally Contract Activation. 6. ) Sim Mae Pars! Per # SECONDS Secundās! GENDER TITLE NAME! = Partner Contract Activation. 7. ) Nympha Somnii, Regina Maeve! Portam Aperiens ad Se Nos Alliciat. = Devine upon one's dreams. 8. ) Mater Musarum, Mnemosyne! Ad Se Me Alliciat. = Let the dreamer draw us to themselves. 9. ) ~Spiritus Phasmantis, Aperiens Portam Maeve! = Devine upon the soul. 10. ) ~Memoir pactum, Ad se me alli musarum spiritus lucius, ego dictum, unum socius bellum portam maeve, solvum valde! = Mass Memory Sharing Spell 11. ) Redimio lemma ut lux lucis, per lux lucis, pro lux lucis. Laqueus lemma in hic pupugiobscurum. Non in phasmatis, non in somes, non in mens, vadum lemma licentiapro totus vicis insquequo Ego dictum, redimio hostes hostium ut is locus. Nunquam ut ingredior solvo. Tantum per permission may hostes hostium vado solvo, tantum per dictum. Servo lemma, vivo in lux lucis. Disco in lux lucis...Infernus Scholacticus! = School Hell. Trap Spells [XTS] 1. ) Confuto! = Halt. 2. ) Ex Somno Exsistat Exurens Salamandra Inimicum Involvat Igne! Captus Flammeus! = Ropes of Fire. 3. ) Ex Somno Exsistat Exundans Undina Inimicum Immergat in Alveum! Vinctus Aquarius! = Ropes of Water. 4. )Hexagramma et Pentagramma, Malos Spiritus Sigillent! Lagena Signatoria! = Sealing Bottle. 5. ) *+A universitas per pacis, per somnium, per vita , vultus inter mihi , adveho in res , Rectus o Decor. = Land of Dreams. [007] 6. ) *+Incendia Laques! = Cage. [008] Weapon Spells [XWS] 1. ) Κενότητος ἀστράπσατω δὲ τεμέτω! Δίος τύκος! = Axe of Lightning. 2. ) ~Deus of aquilo, temerarius unto mihi vestri vox, orior oriri ortus aequora ut meus order, Malleus Aquilonis! = Hammer of the Ice God. 3. ) *Of obscurum quod flamma ... adveho quod vultus mihi a telum et...Haurus...Abyssus mucro! = Sword of Haurus. 4. ) *κατατρώω ίσως από το διάστημα, O κεραυνός wrap τριγύρω όπλο O πάγοs! ριζώνω έξω my εχθρός , τσεκούρι του εκδίκηση, έκλειψη! = Eclipse Axe. Rising Spells [XRS] 1. ) Fragrantia Floris, Meis Amicis Vigorem, Vitalitatem, Auram Salutarem! Refectio. = Refresh and Restore. 2. ) Tui Gratia Jovis Gratia Sit Cura = Cura. Not much else to say. 3. ) *Coutlouce, Ego ingenero vos, cavo profundus in mihi. Vigoratus , Curo , restituo mihi universus. Ego scisco vestrum is, restituo! = Greater Healing Spell. 4. ) *Precor...lux lucis , signum vulnus , conforto vulnero Aceso... Achelois, lavo mihi in vestri lux lucis, succurro meus in meus vicis of postulo , restituo , Amplitudo Rememdium! = Grander Healing Spell. 5. ) *Abyssus Laques Captus Cruco, Levitas Crucio, Igne Phasmantis! = "Sole" Betrayal. [009] Higherarch Spells [XHS] 1. ) Τὸ συμβόλαιον διακονῆτω μοί, ἡ κρυστάλλινη βασίλεια! Ἐπιγενηθήτω, ταἰώνιον ἔρεβος, αἱώνιε κρύσταλλε! Πάσαις ζωαῖς τὸν ἴσον θάνατον, ὃς ἀταραξία! Κοσμικὴ Καταστροφή = End of the World, Eternal Glacier. 2. ) Το σθμβολαιον διακονετο μοι, βασιλισκ οθρανιονον. Επιγενεντηετο, απολεια κεραθνε ηοσ τιμεισ πτειρει. Ηεκατονκατισ και κηιλιακισ αστραπσατο. Κηιλιαρκοθ Αστραπε! = End of the World, Thousand Thunder Bolts. 3. ) *Τὸ συμβόλαιον συμβόλαιο και υπηρετώ εμένα βασιλιάs του φωτιά! έλα, τελείωμα φωτιά , πρώτος φωτιά! έναs φωτιά όλος ότι να είμαι ζωή όχι θάνατος φωτιά! τέλοs του κόσμοs! = End of the World, Primal Prominence. 4. ) Τὸ συμβόλαιον διακονῆτω μοί, ο τύραννε φλογός! Ἐπιγενηθήτω, φλόξ καθάρσεως, ῥομφαία φλογίνη! Ῥευσάντων πῦρ καί θεῖον, ἇ ἐπέφλεγον Σόδομα, ἁμαρτωλούς, εἰς χοῦν θανάτου! Οὐρανία Φλόγωσις! = Red blaze in the sky. 5. ) Βασιλισκὲ γαλεώτε μετά κὦκτὼ ποδῶν καί κακοῖν ὀμμάτοιν πνοῆν τοῦ ἰοῦ τόν χρόνον παραιροῦσαν! Πνοή Πέτρας = Breath of Stone. Technical Usage Notes [X2C] [#000] Does not disarm completely. [#001] Sleep Spell works on multiple targets. Exchange "Illis" with "his" for a single target. [#002] Cannot break overtly elaborate or protected illusions. [#003] Power and effective distance is proportionate to the power and effort placed into the spell. Base Distance: .5 Meter radius. [#004] Blinding Light does not affect any allies. [#005] Burning Circuference's power increases by Negi's power, another mage may find this spell advancing in power without thier own power doing so. [#006] The spell of sealing is used to bind ones own power, but by replacing "Mihi" with "Vos" it can be used as a weapon. [#007] Land of Dreams creates an illsion dependant upon the desire of the caster. Detail and strength dependant upon mage's power and effort. [#008] Very dependant upon the user's will. Great focus is required to cast and control this spell, very adaptable. [#009] Pain inflicted upon opponent is also directly felt by the caster. What pain you dish, you must be able to take as well.
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2010-06-10, 07:39 | Link #150 |
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Perfectly fine by me. I have no problem helping other with thier stories by making spell work easier...Keep in mind though, that I am still updating the thing, I am not, by far, done with this. By the end, I hope to have, at the very least, a hundred spells, my goal is somewhere in the higher hundreds though.
(Kinda insane, but I'm crazy like that.) Hey, at least it cements my knowledge of Latin further into my head.
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2010-06-13, 12:38 | Link #151 |
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Seeing no one else seem to bother, I'll keep going with the Negi vs. Aris fight.
Spoiler for Negi vs. Aris pt 3:
“Alicia-chan...” Asuna inquired of the little blond girl. “Why are you on our side? Since he's your dad, shouldn't you be helping Oyaji?”
“...I know he's my father, Asuna-san.” Alicia started off, with confidence now to speak. “But I have my own reasons for doing battle against him alongside you. Mainly because he's lost his way as a leader, and I don't want him to fall down too far.” “Ah got a piece of me mind ta give tha' rot'en basterd as well...” Her axe, Lochaber spoke as well. “Plus, Ah think tha' mah Liegfch also has taken a shine ta ye, ye little red-hedded runt.” The axe's words got Alicia sent panicking slightly and blushing like Nodoka used to do. “I say, mah Liegfch tends to tell me tales that she can't sleep properly wifout thinkin' of ye evry niht and make pretty draving's of ye from time ta time and-” He was interrupted by Alicia's great left armor hand grabbed his head and held it tight. “...Ah guess this be me time to shut up, ain't it?” Lochaber said in the end, his voice muffled because of the great hand. “...Negi, you know how to handle them.” Asuna said quietly, lowering her greatsword. Negi just sighed. “...Alright.... Alicia-san, you and I can spend some time together some other day, but not now. I hope you'll understand.” “Yes.” Alicia answered him briefly before the sound of rock scraping against one another reached their ears. “...Oof. Ow.” Aris said as he crawled out of the big hole, now really roughed up. “That really smart....” He stopped moving when he saw the whole group of kids in front of him. A few brief seconds of staring at each other, the Spartan finally sighed. “...I guess I'll need to use a few things now...” “Huh?” Asuna was confused at what Aris had said just then. “I'm not willing to face off against these kinds of odds without some form of items to have for myself. I may be immortal and all, but I can't rush into something without weapons and armor, can I?” He said as he drew out several cards of a particular form they recognized. “What the-?!” Kotarou exclaimed, seeing the cards. “Those are-” Asuna continued, whilst Negi seemed to almost shiver in dread at the number the Spartan had pulled out. “Fear not. These are not Pactio cards.” Aris stated for them whilst plucking a few out of the great amount he had in his hand. “I simply had transferred the artifacts I intend to use into cards, allowing greater mobility and access to them. Don't worry, I won't use all of them, just the ones I need for this moment.” The first card he drew summoned a form of plate armor onto him. What was most notable, was its direct similarity to a Hoplite suit of armor. There were few outer weak spots that could be grabbed by an exterior hand. The breastplate had no such weakness, being a massively thick cuirass of seemingly silver like metal, but undoubtedly stronger. The shoulder pads was like two bowls covering his shoulders, and the arms were covered by chain-mail of the same metal. A bracer was put on each forearm, with the left one seeming more gold-copper colored like than the right one which was made the same like the rest of the armor. The battle skirt as it seemed to be, consisted of two metal plates on his sides of the hips that molded to them down the thighs. The front and back had studded leather, the leather set into small sections with rivets to connect them. They covered most of his thighs as well, apart from the hips. His legs had plating there as well to, with chain-mail underneath. Finally, he drew another card and summoned forth a helmet that reminded them of the ancient Greek battle helmets, at least the Chalcidian ones. It retained its nose guards and fixed cheek pieces. It finally had a transverse horsehair crest on the top, making them recall that he was still an officer and still in charge of this operation. “...Oh, boy. This is gonna hurt like I don't know what.” Kotarou said as the Spartan put on his helmet, and as he finished, some black aura covered his entire face, and revealed a pair of glowing white eyes instead. “That's not good.” “Oh, I almost forgot my best party piece.” Aris said, stretching out his right arm, to have a certain glow to it. A second later, he was swinging his arm concentrated, with an apparent whip of metal in hand, deliberately missing Negi's group, and then immediately stopping, returning the hand to his side. “...I did say that I had myself one of those swords too, didn't I?” The Spartan inquired as the whip molded its liquid metal into the Silver Sword he had for himself. “Figures. Seems almost fitting that you would bring that along.” Asuna said, reassuring her stance. Alicia let go of Lochaber with her right hand, to have the great mask that comes with the suit emerge from the back of her armor, caught it with the right hand and asserted it on to the suit, covering her own face. “Now then... Shall we?” Aris asked as he took his stance with his silver blade, it changing into a kind of greatsword for his usage. Spoiler for Notes:
-- Me, I find Lochaber... to be awesome. Not only as a Device (Nanoha series for that matter), but also because of his speech. I wanted him to be a whole lot different from other devices that speak, so I went ahead and gave him two different things: A heavy Scottish Highlander accent, and access to some of, okay, all of Earth's more unpleasant words. He is able to curse and swear, and if you think lightly of the accent, try speaking it, and you'll se my point.
--Aris is built as a man who has seen a lot of things, if not everything. Therefore, along with a large amount of theoretical knowledge of magic, he has a vast deposit of artifacts. The armor and the helmet could be seen as a reflection to his past as a Spartan warrior in his roots. The Sword, long story, you need to read from chapter 4, skip from 8 till 10, and keep reading from there about the blade. -- The materials used, (so far, unnamed) were Adamantium for the main armor and Orichalcum for that left bracer. To me, Orichalcum is... basically crap. Its origins mean "gold copper", therefore it is soft metal, not one for weapon smithing, at all. It is Not a suitable alloy for usage in the practical field. However, to keep some readers happy, and I know for a fact that there is at least 1 Kingdom Hearts player out there, I decided to give Orichalcum a small chance: It has magic energy of its own. It is however, unrefined and raw, making it dangerous to work with if you don't know what you're doing. The upside to it, is that once you know how to handle it, and have a spot of luck, you can refine that magic energy to do whatever you want for the metal to react to. That's it for now. Hoe you don't mind the large amount of notes.
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It's good. I myself have thought about using weapons in cards, it's a technique I first saw employed, in a way, upon a Castlevania's battle system, circle of the moon. It's a nice concept to add some more..."colorful"aspects to the mix too. Speaking of colorful aspects, my own fiftieth chapter is out, and this time....let's just say I'm not sure, but I know it's a powerful punch in the face, whether or not it's good or a flop...
Seems like such a big number, fifty. For this one, I toss in more than a smidgen of angst...and I was originally quite proud of it, but, alas, I say originally. I'm not so sure if it's good now, when I see it. Well, just one part of it plays in my head as stupid. The others are firm and strong, I think. As always, harsh language is apparent in this fiction. Odd that I myself don't use the words I constantly type in speech. This is an actual chapter I'm putting here, if it'll fit that is...I removed all formatting from it just in case. (I have removed all formating as a way to save character space.) Part One Spoiler:
Warmth. Playing across his face, flickering light, a shivering candle flame held captive; his eyes. He was...underground, deep in the caves used for a library. In front of him, a man dusted off the dirt from a door, barely recognizable from the walls around, the scholar's eyes grinned, knowing. The lantern was passed, elder hands, gnarled with time and power succumbing to younger, clear ones. "This is the truth, Negi... I will hide none of it from you." "…Won't you? I hardly know who you are anymore, Asuna." "The one you knew was an illusion, a girl made an orphan to be watched and pitied. Did you really think you knew who I was?" Pain stabbed through him, lancing his heart in a passing blow, making him draw breath, quickly, painfully. He looked up to see Asuna, standing tall above him, a regal figure to his bowing submission. He pushed himself up off the ground, realizing he was, as a spirit, naked, something quickly remedied… not by him, but by a wave of Asuna's hand. "You are someone important, that much I knew already, no one could be as dense as you were without being impressively retarded. Your memories were sealed, that I guessed. Your power was the reason, I thought. Magic Cancellation is a royal magic however, so I assume, following logic that you and I are related, unless you come from another line, which I somehow doubt..." "...Always Negi, you are the sharp one. You make my task so much easier this way, you do. I...am actually not to much the junior of your mother... She and I are sisters, half sisters, but still sisters... My age does not show quite like hers...being a half breed has its advantages I suppose..." It had been hazy. Through the pain, the boy had been unaware of that fact. Yet, as he looked up into those brilliant eyes, his pain receded; fell from him, giving birth to strength. The boy, lantern in hand, looked so much like himself...it only took a moment for his muddled mind to place him as his father...and yet, he looked so...different. He held his lantern up higher for the scholar in front of him to see. He was mumbling something under his breath, throwing odd gestures about, magic flicking from him here and there. Nagi stepped closer upon being bidden to do so. Large spectacles graced his eyes, sitting complacently upon the bridge of his sharp nose. Befit of his youth, a few sparse freckles graced his face here and there, mainly near his nose, where he tended to rub quite a bit. Thin, lanky some might say. Gripped tight in his other hand, the one free from the lantern, a star wand was held captive, dull… The star wand was more than a training wheel for the practicing mage. These wands were created with a large gem set upon its top for an actual, practical purpose. They allowed a mage to easily gather magic from their surroundings, allowed them to let it out easily too, due to the purity and size of the gem, but... They also were indicators. They were made to siphon magic from the air, and thus, in the hands of a mage, it would feed off their aura, showing those around how powerful the mage that held it was… Negi had always noticed how his star wand would glow brightly under his touch, but under the hands of magical students his age...they were dead, save for spell work. "See him, in all of his glory, Negi. He is thirteen now, nearing fourteen. Was it not at fifteen that he stepped onto the field of battle, a rookie wonder?" To see his father hold that wand, clearly a teenager and well into his power...to see it so dull...was disturbing. The scholar in front of Nagi gripped a large staff, one Negi instantly recognized, for it was the same as the one his father held now. The man spun it eagerly, making it glow faintly in the dark. Negi watched Nagi's eyes as the locked upon the arc it swung. "Here we are boy, the deepest of libraries we have, finally rediscovered after being hidden for so long. The last time I saw this door...I wasn't even half your age! Ha ha! You surprised me with your sudden passion to follow me in my search to rediscover this place, you never were very scholarly, Nagi...but I suppose your dedication is justified." The boy's lantern lowered, darkening his visage. Perhaps his arms were tired, for this place was deep inside the catacombs housed by their library, but Negi doubted this severely. Most only went into the first of the chambers, down here, in the deepest hallways, the natural cave was thought to be still un-used. Yet Nagi had found something, something that lit a fire in his eyes. A want, a need…for excitement, for power. "I came with you, didn't I, sir?" His home was far from the upsurge, the obvious tension of war...and, even if, push came to shove... many of his village would raise the banner of the king under Ostia. Yet, it didn't seem like any of the action would get here. The only thing that exited Nagi, the only thing that he was good at, seemed to be battle. That same excitement, that same battle lust, ran through his genes to his son. "That you did, that you did. We've done a lot of studying, and taken quite a few wrong turns, seen a few odd sights too for that matter, this cave seems to have plenty of secrets…but today is our day. This is it." The man laughed, his eyes warm upon Nagi's visage. He spun his staff for more of an affectionate fondling than anything else, bracing against the swollen door. Nagi wasn't quick enough to offer his help, for the man was powerful, if aged. Finding his strength not enough, his staff shot out as he leapt back. "Effrego!" The blast shook dust from the ceiling of the tunnel they were in, but the door was blasted back to crash off in the distance, slamming up against a wall with authority. The man stepped through, Nagi not far behind him. Eagerly, the man spun his staff again, calling up a sphere of light to float upwards and towards the center of the room. Upon the bidding of the other, Nagi set down the lantern upon the floor as his partner ran his hands over long abandoned shelves. It was the boy's eyes that roamed however, for one specific book, even as the mind drifted back… "Gah! Shit, her boyfriend is here! Run!" "...and what, leave the wicked little witch, no way! Sagitta Magica, Trias Spiritus-" The boy gagged as a fist shot into his gut, sending him skidding as Nagi spun around, planting his boot right into the boy's face, knocking him down. Another grabbed him to drag him up as Nagi held up both of his fists, attached to arms, slender… but far from weak. The two turned and bolted, leaving a third to scamper the other way. Nagi grit his teeth. "Come back and fight me, yah whelps!" He sighed, lowering his fists slowly. Looking back, he saw the girl they had been victimizing, whom had been fending them off with magic, believing her to be the one who had ratted them out on stealing another child's lunch. She tilted her head to look at him as he stood all the straighter. She smiled, but her smile had a laugh behind it. Ahh, he was a fist person, Nagi was it? "You okay…? I can go beat them up if you lik-" "Don't. You try Nagi, I'll give you that A bit too hard though..." "Damn straight! Besides, it was Flora who ratted them, not you, Clarie." She knew that already. He didn't need to tell her, she had been covering for the shy girl. Dense as hell, that's what Nagi was. He came up, about to ask her an obvious question, an attempt to try and wheedle her in to a walk maybe, or something else… Nagi was quite a charmer, but he didn't have the power or brains to back it up, only his fists… before he could squeak, she held up her hand, shaking her head again. "Nagi, you're nice and all, but you're just…too brash. Your magic is proof of that. I wish you'd take that skill in fist fighting and boost your magic a bit. Besides, I know you've got your eyes on Laura, not me, I'm not a step ladder…" Nagi was a free spirit. He was brash, and, regardless of his appearance, he loved a good fight, and while he could be a bit dense outside of it, inside, he was quite the tactician. Still, he had little to no power to his name, an unimportant boy in a non-descript town. A magical school drop-out had no future here in the magical world...at least, such was told to him... Until now. Forbidden things...secrets, they had always intrigued him. Nagi was never much of a study, but when it came to the quick, he could pull himself together for something interesting, something..."forbidden". He had come to this town for that very reason, and had spent nearly four years, quietly waiting…for that very reason. Historically, in the grand magical school of London, there were only two years in which a student had not been found, once entering the Forbidden Libraries...in truth, there were three. One year, there had been two to enter, and only one was found. Nagi Springfield. Yes, he had entered the library, but only once…and like Negi, he had found something, but what he had found, unlike his son, ignited not a passion to learn, but simply a stirring of a hunger already there. For power. A lust for strength. Within ViaVox was his answer, he need only find the book, documented, under the meticulous care of some long gone scholar, of being in this very library, this one town he had spent years turning upside down, looking everywhere…everywhere but here. "It is always the weak that succumb most easily to the darkness, Negi. The scorned…and the weak. Some however, don't have a choice. Like you. This is the very moment Negi, when your father chose your destiny, so that he could run free into a battlefield he knew nothing about...ViaVox is an ancient, dark text. I am sure you have read of it." "ViaVox...its name means "The way of power" doesn't it? Said to have been written by a demon, it documents many of the dark spells used to gain strength, in grim detail. It mainly deals with, according to the books I have read, demonic pacts..." Smart boy, as always, the quick study. She wondered just how much of the famed library, now burned to the ground, resided in his head. How much could be retrieved from him, what could be rebuilt, and even gained, from his influence? She gave him a small smile. He was a library in himself, and yet…yet, yet, yet… This was of no consequence, and Asuna taking him by the hand, lead him through the memory, following Nagi and his elder as they worked in double time, the hours flying by in mere minutes, until time ground to a halt as Nagi lifted a book from deep in the heart of the room, quickly ducking under to avoid any kind of trap...but there was none. A demonic book, dedicated to under worldly pacts for strength was an entrapment enough, after all. A quick glance around told Nagi that there was no one in sight, Suallice, his elderly friend, was in another row...he was free, and he had found it. All of his common sense, which was not much, admittedly, told him to put the book in his pocket, read it later, smuggle it out somehow...but no. Temptation was too great as he pulled his wand from his sleeves. The book fell open when he dropped it out of clumsiness, opening to a random page, particularly upon magical amplification. Nagi bent down, carefully picking the book up to read upon his deficiency. Negi tossed his eyes to the sky, aghast. "Are you trying to tell me my father gave up his immortal soul or something to gain magical power? If so, I don't really care, you know? So cliché... I fail to see what this has to do with me...mademoiselle." Asuna said nothing, just bade him to continue to watch, so he turned back to the image, mildly bored, to see Nagi twirling his wand, pulling upon what little he had to commit himself to chanting a spell for summoning up something or other, probably calling up a damn contractor. This was boring. There was nothing to be learned here, he turned his back to his father, and was about to tell Asuna that, unless she had something interesting to show him, she was wasting his time ...However, he suddenly found the vision had shifted, and he was once more looking at his father reading from a book. He raised an eyebrow to his current captor, not amused. She controlled his surroundings at the moment, so it was best he pay attention. That's what her eyes told him. He already knew what was going to happen though. The fool was going to summon a demon and cut a deal. What did this have to do with him? Ahh, but it was not to be. For at that moment, soft, padded footsteps prompted Nagi to quicken his pace, stupidly trying to finish the spell instead of stuff the book away. Suallice came down the row just as Nagi finished the spell, calling forth from the ether, for only him to see, a dark contractor…he froze at the sight of Suallice, but the man locked eyes with the book in his hands, chuckling darkly before coming up, taking it from him. "Ahh, I don't think you want to read that one, Nagi my boy. Dark magic seems to come from it. For the life of me, I can't read the title though. Must be in full Latin text...it's old, I'll tell you that much…" He looked about at the shelves, all of which were in disarray, thanks to Nagi's searching. He gave a half smile, commenting on Nagi's trademark haphazard way of going through something…he had come to help, but it seemed that Nagi had this section already, hmm? Book still in hand, he walked off, leaving Nagi with an invisible horned friend to deal with. He called back just as he was about to leave, asking him if he had found Mermoristan Bolcor, the book he was supposed to be looking for. Of course, Nagi had not even been really searching for it, but he was certain it was not in this row, as he had looked through it to find ViaVox, and if he had found the other, he would have, of course, put it aside…right? "Oh nice, so now I get to watch my father make a deal to get some power and sell his soul in exchange…I still don't know what the hell this has to do with me." Negi couldn't hear what they were saying as they began to go back and forth, it looked to be, at first, a normal offering, a smooth vendor talking his customer into buying his wares…but it soon became heated, Nagi tossing his head about. The boy looked to Asuna, but, grim faced, she offered no means of getting a better hold on what they were saying. However, Nagi smiled, and his voice was clear. "Ahh, So wait. What's the catch to all of this? There's got to be one…What, I go to hell or something when I die?" Laughing, silently laughing so the sound only bellowed in Nagi's own ears, his companion looked Nagi up and down. No, no. This man's soul was no kind of prize to take. He wanted power, innocently, as innocently as the sprite of death pinned for it, in the deep of the night. He was a free flying spirit, his soul was simple, and there were enough simple minded fools he had made contracts with. No, he needed something else. Contractors existed outside of mainstream time, a kind of limbo scale that burst forwards at great speeds, but lagged behind too. These were masters of deception, winding around the tempted being and drawing them deep into darkness. The demonic being snaked out his arm, catching Nagi on the wrist to pull back the robes. His bracelet, set with a brilliant and clear gem in silver, glinted in the darkness. Smiling, he fondled it before answering Nagi. "Each time you kill one of your enemies, you shall tint this stone a deeper and deeper color. Depending on how and who you caused the death, the color of the taint will change. Each soul sent into the darkness grants you a measure of their power. Your first shall grant you all of theirs however. I will take from you my prize, the luck of one you will soon know. Cursed they shall be, as long as you stay as long as the bond be. I have nothing to gain from taking what you have." Scotch free huh? Still didn't seem right, but hey. He didn't come all this way for nothing. Let's do it, yeah? He nodded his head once, an affirmative, but just as they were about to begin, Asuna stepped forth, pushing the vision away with a sweep of her arm. Her eyes closed, morose her face, when Negi cared to look. Slowly, she shook her head. Spoiler for Part Two:
"That day, his gem stained pink. Suallice had come at the last second to see the magical circle, and tried to stop Nagi. He was too late however, and Nagi was too fast. He took a book from the shelves and knocked him out cold, but not before he had stabbed out his star wand in panic. It had stabbed through the old man, making all of his pent up magic fall back upon him. The book ViaVox was burnt in the process, and those catacombs, with all the fire and smoke, collapsed not long after Nagi escaped…
"He had managed to grab Suallice's staff however, as you might notice…This demon also did, indeed, take the "luck" of one Nagi would soon "know"… he took your luck, Negi. In essence, the spell's price was that Nagi's first born would be cursed. The reason you are a catalyst… is because of this. Nagi left that burning underground library with Suallice's power flowing through him, and his staff… and while the man was old and weakening, he was still a powerful mage, perhaps near that of a lower Magister Magi even…" Negi had locked focus with Asuna upon the mention of him being a catalyst, yet, putting the blame upon his father's actions here seemed steep, almost unreal. This could not all be real, couldn't it? Most likely it was a stint cooked up by Fate and herself to trap him; turn him against his father, against trying to save this world…and while he didn't mind much, the turning against his father part, he knew what he had come here to do; however, Asuna was not done with her story. "Nagi attacked the war his way, traveling and ambushing lone sentries. Do you know why this war started in the first place Negi? Lack of communication. If The Mage of the Beginning had been able to explain himself properly…there wouldn't have been any war." "Oh, so you're saying he would have been able to talk people out of trying to stop him from destroying the world? I take back what I said earlier about hardly knowing you; you're still as dense as ever. You think people want some dude destroying their world and remaking it how he wants, and killing them to bring them back into the new one just like that? You think that if he explained himself, they'd just tell him it was a smashing idea and give him free reign?" She shook her head again, he didn't understand, not that she was surprised, he was misinformed. She put her hands together, letting them slowly expand out, showing him a globe, the surface of Mars. Not as seen from space, but as seen with the magical world super imposed upon it. It expanded until she practically disappeared behind it; however, the growth was slow, hard to notice, as she walked around to him, speaking. "The Mage of the Beginning knew more than you think Negi. This world…is dying. Look with your eyes, and you'll see it too. This illusion is old, and handling far more people than it was made too, for longer than it should have. It's crumbling to bits Negi, right before our very eyes…look! Do you think this is the paradise our ancestors thought up; do you really believe this is what they made for us? The Mage of the Beginning wanted to take this world and heal it, at first, but the damage, over time, and magical strain was too great. You want to see? Here, look at my home, look at my birth world, the spell that holds it together!" In front of them both, as Negi felt his pain once more increase, the world disappeared, replaced with the dead surface of mars, rotating slowly. Yet, this is not what Negi was focusing on. He saw…the spell work. The rows and rows, the columns, the strings, words, stringing out, not in Latin, no not even in Greek. Negi recognized the guttural, strong language of Norse. His eyes were wide. There was too much information, for once, there was too much information for him to absorb at once. An entire world, described in full, mountains, lakes, deserts, gravity, periods of rain, and periods of dry, varying temperatures, all as it should be. He took a few steps back, his knees collapsed under him when struck with the hammer that was his own spell's might. It was torn… everywhere. Ripped apart, with age if not contradiction. Landscapes had changed, resources taken, some areas were so sparse of the vibrant strings, reminding Negi of cloth. Tendrils flying free. "I have no idea however, how the world is now Negi. The war that was waged between the Mage and his forces against Ostia, and the magical concentration, especially in that final battle, when the very world almost lost all of its power, transferring it into one place…that even further damaged this delicate, grand spell, as you might imagine…this is the image I gained from The Mage of the Beginning, Negi... Negi looked up at her. It was…worse than this? Now, in front of him, the puzzle pieces fell into place, and no more could he deny that, at least in this, she was telling the truth. It fit, everywhere, and no matter how hard Negi looked for a loop hole, he knew she was right…and, once he admitted that, he realized that…just like when he had researched his father…he had already known it, only never paid it any mind. It was like knowing that if you times any number by two, you will get an even answer. You never think about things like that, it's obvious after all, but once you do hear it you realize it's obvious…you always knew that, but did you ever really think of it like that? You double the number, doi, but it's even too, right? Obviously...just never gave it thought, I don't have to, so why bother? …This is the true reason my mind was butchered the way it was. I knew too much, so much, I could play a grand part against the mage, but I hated to do it, because I knew he was right…I could have stopped them, but instead, I played a part in destroying our world…and, unlike the others, who celebrated thwarting an "evil" mage…I cried. I had just single handedly destroyed our world. Never again would there be a human who could learn the code, gain the key and have the power needed to do this. I can't even blame your father for that one. It was me Negi, me who played a main role, in Arika's plans, to control that magic, to push it back, redirect it unto itself." Swallowing, Negi looked up. Hooked up to a generator. An entire city, an entire nation, losing it's magic to keep Asuna juiced, to give her the mental force and the physical push to hold off the magic with an entire fleet's energy to back her up, and Nagi. The whole country fighting one man with the power and the key to destroying the world, for a good cause. In life, there really is no "pure" good guy, no "instant hero", and many times…those hailed as heroes are really the villains. "People who wanted the war to take place would shoot down messengers from either party, and while Nagi was unaware, he ambushed and destroyed the most of them, believing the war inevitable anyway...in essence, even if I can't blame him for my bane, I can't absolve him of responsibility for the prelude to it." "Are you saying that, in trying to gain power, he was instrumental in starting this fool war?" "It's no excuse to say he did not mean to, but yes. Nagi started this war. He destroyed the most, and most important, of the messengers. They were also the weakest, as, due to the sensitive information they carried, could only be limited in numbers to prevent sell outs, and were sparsely armed as not to alarm the other party…but... that is not all…there's another thing I have to lay upon you…do you know who your father is? Is it Nagi, or ...Nagi?" "...Is this a trick question? I don't like trick questions. Like my computer asking me for the answer to the square root of negative one, knowing full well that it cannot comprehend the result. The hell do you mean is it Nagi or Nagi? They are both the same..." "Actually, they are not, Negi, for one of those "Nagis" is only a perfect, down to the DNA, copy of the other. Whom do you know Negi, that can become another person? Anybody, you may answer, anybody with an illusion pill or the will too. Yet, there is only one person who can become another so precisely, so perfectly, they can copy that person and their memories, and even their states, at the very moment of documentation, down the very DNA." "…I don't know any…one…like…that… ... ...oh... my... fuc-" "I see… Nagi wasn't well liked by his opponents, Negi, in fact, many demons cursed his name. Nagi thought he was brilliant in one thing however... He killed the contractor whom he made the deal of power with. He thought he had gathered enough, after a few months of fun, to go back and try and kill off the deal before the demon could extract his price... However, while this cut off Nagi's incredible growth of power, it could not stop, obviously, the price tag. Someone still needed to pay…Nagi laughed in the contractor's face that day he killed him, paying no mind to him as he cursed his name, his family tree, and vowed the man would never have children if he had anything to say about it…and he did…I'm not sure if you are aware, but Nagi and Arika tried several times to sire a child, and failed…until Nagi thought up a brilliant plan…" The boy said nothing. Even as he opened his mouth, no sound came out. It was impossible, after all, impossible, what she was suggesting. Impossible...he was impossible. This wasn't real anyway, right? No, no, he didn't want to hear this. This was the fundamentals of his existence, uncharted territory for a child. He shouldn't know exactly what went on "in the hotel room" so to speak, as long as he knew who is parents were…but that was the point, wasn't it? He didn't know... "Not yet Negi. You see, Nagi didn't have a pactio with Alberio yet…That story requires some more time to tell, and more sin to be seen spilt. No child should know exactly how they were sired, it's extremely rare that their parents tell them everything…but I shall tell you it. Witness the brash man you know, carefully planning out a ploy that would have put Shakespeare to shame..." As the world around him shivered and shifted into another time and place, pain lanced through Negi again, sending him to the ground once more, hissing, and strangling his pain. Asuna shifted her mouth about, apologetic. She could not hold back the pain forever, not while keeping his body and mind under control. Her power and concentration were only so much, and Negi's struggles to escape were great...she allowed the memories to flow, dredging up her power to swallow the darkness whole once more… A bar this time, and inside it, the past… "Come on Nagi, cheer up. Arika is just a strong woman. Don't doubt your manhood...she's just too much of a woman for you!" "Alberio, shut the hell up. You're not helping me." "Glad to be of service!" "No shit. Seriously man, be quiet. I'm trying to read." Now, this was indeed a new sight, and Alberio wasn't sure if he approved of it or not. Nagi reading a book, a magical textbook to add irony to the whole thing. He wasn't sure what kind of text it was though, just that it seemed to have lots of magical circles in it. Partner in crime, if more subtle and calm minded than Nagi, Alberio rose a glass of red wine to the bartender as it was passed to him, depositing his coin upon the table to be scooped up deftly by meaty hands. Nagi had yet to take anything to drink himself, and this slightly worried the other. The only time Nagi didn't drink while in a bar was when he was seriously bogged down. "Well, well! You find some kind of Magical Viagra in that book? Not that your performance is off par Nagi...not that I would know...it might be though...hey, hey, I have a wine glass here! Seriously though...what are you trying to do, cast a protection spell on your semen? I mean come on. They have pills for this kind of thing you know; mundanes manage it all the time." "Ha ha...Not my case, I need this, now. My case is magical." "Oh, so someone spelled your dick to be infertile? Hey, hey! I said I had wine here!" Nagi turned back to his book, quietly fuming at the pure nerve Al could occasionally pull. The other lowered his glass back to the table slowly, taking it from its protective position in the air. Nagi's grunt upon the other lifting the glass again to his lips clearly claimed, without words, that if Al cared so much about his wine... he wouldn't jibe him anymore. "I am a man Al. Don't push me, I'm already at my wit's end. If I can't give my wife what she wants, something we men are practically made to do, what the hell can I do? It's not about pride Al, it's about her." Of course, there were other small reasons that came with this admittance. Nagi hadn't cared for a child before, and if you had asked him even two years earlier, he would have looked at you as if you came from Betelgeuse. Still, now he thought it probably wouldn't be all that bad, as long as the brat wasn't all "cry-e" like. Yet, Arika was a queen, and Ostia was steadily falling without its royal line. Sure, she was supposed to be dead, but she wasn't, right? Then there was the fact that Arika wanted a kid, not for royal reasons, just to have one, yah know? He swore it was a phase these women went through, and they somehow infected otherwise sensible men, making both their lives miserable in the end, ehh? That was the other thing, he caught the disease, or more like something in him nagged him about it. He needed to have at least a firstborn, for some insane reason, like fulfilling some kind of debt. If only he knew what kind of debt it was, he might have veered off course, but, like Nagi was, he had forgotten all about it. He'd find out soon enough though, but Negi turned away once more, eyes closed to pain, only it was a different kind of pain than the one lancing through his body. It was one he thought he had gotten rid of, used up, burnt out. The pain of his heart, a tortured soul. Asuna shifted the vision again, but Negi closed his eyes, trying to beat it out. Even that didn't stop her… "I...don't need to see any more of this. These…lies. You can't know all of this! Your memories…they were sealed before any of this even happened!" That one truth he held dear to him, it was his tool to use against her, and once he had found it, he employed it, harshly, his eyes snapping open to see the lies. Yet what he saw was only pity, and truth. The power in her eyes, it burned him, singed his pride, beat him back and down into the darkness. He fought, of course, he fought. The other would not be denied however as she rose her voice, shooting him down. "Sealed? The only way they could seal my memories is if I would let them Negi. I am a magic canceller. I did not let them, and even if I did, once I started to practice magic under you, the seal would have been broken… They did something to me, something far more efficient, more binding. You know computers, do you not, Negi? Tell me then, what is a partition?" "…No. That would require…" "Require what, Negi? Nothing. No magic, no nothing, just a simple wall of will. A simple unconscious wall. Why do you think Alberio was locked away in Library Island, so close to the world tree? Why is it that my dorm is the one in a building nearest to the tree? Why was Takahata one of my supervisors and teachers for so long? Nothing is a coincidence here, my dear nephew. Alberio was the secret keeper, the guard to the safe. Through him, these memories became mine, locked away in a convenient part of my mind, that I could not access. Alberio put them there, without permission I may add. He just couldn't handle them alone Negi…" "No." "Alberio was called out by Nagi, on a mission he knew there would be an ambush, Nagi let them get captured, made it impossible to get out without giving Alberio a pactio. Always a military tactician, Nagi was. Later, he wheedled Alberio, and believe me; it took a lot to bring Alberio to such a task. Arika is a beautiful woman, but…Alberio wasn't one to bed another's wife. He didn't have to though, just transform into Nagi at a crucial point…" "…No…no…this doesn't make any damn sense! Besides, there was no kind of time!" "It does. Al was in the room, invisible Negi. It was the first time that Nagi managed to successfully cast a spell on Arika too I might add. Distracted I suppose…" "Do you KNOW how stupid this sounds to me? How farfetched? I am not going to believe that Alberio hid in the room my father and mother did their business in, waited for Nagi to spell Arika, transformed and f*ck*ng stuffed a shaft where it didn't belong! I don't care what the hell you say here, I ain't buying this crap!" "Oh, but you must Negi. What would you do if you have the power and the skill, and knew your friend, your best friend, had been suffering on this point for so long? If you knew nothing else but his suffering, it you knew he had been cursed somewhere along the line, if you knew Negi, if you looked, through Alberio's eyes? What would you do Negi?" "I would sure as hell not do what you're suggesting!" "Of course not Negi, it's all nonsense anyway, isn't it? You're a smart boy. Alberio is a clever man, but he had nothing on your intelligence. You figure it out for yourself. I gave you an alternative to the truth there then." It was said quietly. Yet the force behind it made the pain redouble, he winced, gritting his teeth, dealing with this pain was wearing him down, breaking his logic, destroying his ability to fight off this nonsense, and yet, those eyes burned still brighter, stronger, more justified with every word. He shook his head, looking away from her eyes, yet there was no escape from her, she was in front of him once more. She was laughing now, in her eyes…making fun of him. "I am Nagi's son, no matter how much I despise the dude-" "Genetically, yes…you are. Actually? No, as twisted as that may seem. You have his eyes, his body, perhaps some of his brash heroism, but you are not his…should I show you now how your mother abandoned you? How her own hate for your existence drove her from home, using the excuse of looking for Nagi?" No, he didn't want to see. Yet, that didn't matter, did it? His face twisted with all the more pain. She couldn't keep this up for much longer, his face, his pain, was killing her, not literally of course, she felt nothing doing this to him physically, but it tore her heart. Yet, he had to know. He must know the depth of character that his family held, the consequences of their actions, his remorse. The damnation that they must face for it all, reasons so flimsy, nothing but petals scattered near and far…the memories, to cleanse his soul, prove his worth and finally put this to rest… "No…I said no God damn it!" Deep in the depths of night they went, as, in front of them, a village materialize, one that struck Negi hard once more, that infernal hell hole, whose burnt remains haunted him far more harshly than he ever should have let them. A single cottage, its light glowing softly from the windows, peaceful as the snow quietly fell. However, nothing moved. "No...don't show me this...god damn you, anything but this!" Negi looked to Asuna, but she shook her head. He must do this. This one, he had to see for himself. It burned in her mind, harsh and powerful, so much so, the detail so strong, that it could be offered like this. She indicated him forth softly, a simply lift of her head, eyes momentarily closed. Negi shook his head, swallowing to keep from biting his tongue. He couldn't do this. That door seemed to speak his entire history. He wasn't pushed, but he felt his foot move forward anyway, of its own accord. He reached out his hand for the door's knob, instinctively, but he passed through the door. Of course, a memory, he had no substance here. He saw a typical home, cozy, none too small, but cozy nonetheless. Walking by the entrance, he entered a living room in disarray...no, he was wrong. It was organized chaos. Messy to the stranger, but to the familiar, everything was within reach. It had the feel of a home haphazardly broken in, but broken in anyway. A strain, a kind of strangled cry, made Negi whip his head around. A woman, bent over a crib, reached down, scooping a bundle out to hold it in her arms. She looked so much like his foster sister, but she was older perhaps her mother... Negi watched, and felt something inside him burst, in a way. The expression on her face was one of pain. Her hand was bleeding... Negi's ears picked up upon the crying of a woman. He already knew what he was going to see, even as he began to walk towards the sound. Morbid curiosity. He passed by a fridge. Upon it was a list with daily tasks, many of which were dedicated to his, Negi's, care. This list had been crossed out recently, and a new task written in: I HATE THIS. NAGI YOU B*ST*RD! Negi walked by it, ignoring the message. Even as his eyes failed to leave the ugly writing, written right over his name. His mind called up an excuse, Post Partum depression, he told himself. A common medical condition. Nothing of his concern. If this was what Asuna meant, she was simply ignorant of the medical knowledge...still, something inside him laughed at his excuse. I...I have accepted my mother, this is nothing worth importance to me... Once more his hand reached out to push a door open, but he met air as he passed through to the bathroom. A knife, a simple filet knife, lay in the sink, stained red. This was perhaps the reason the woman holding him had been bleeding. "F*cking thing. Damn it and damn it's crying!" It's just a hormonal stage, I should walk out now and leave this behind, it's nothing of my concern. "Damn her and her sentiments too, don't get in my way next time, b*otch...If I want to take it out of this world, I brought it in, so I have a right!" ...You tried to kill me? ...Not that I'm surprised at the attempt, as it is possible...yes, this has nothing...but it's my life, it has everything to do with me...no! This is old, forbidden pasts; I have nothing to do with this! No matter how much he told himself he should turn away, his feet stayed anchored to the ground. Arika looked up, allowing Negi to see bloodshot eyes, and a face that had seen better care in grander days. Nothing but depression, his mind told him, but what was left of his heart...it quaked at the sight. A crazed smile, almost, graced her features. "You said we'd stay together, one family, Nagi. Now where are you? Off to lay another woman? Or have you just abandoned me to the shame and the burden this...thing gives me? I hate it. It reminds me to much of you, If I could, Id' break it over your head, kill you both, I would, if your beer buddy Al didn't keep getting in my way…and then your b*tch of a sister…" "I don't need to see anymore of this." He said it simply, but his fists were clenched, his voice clear, clearer than ever before. The vision faded, leaving only Asuna standing with hands clasped in front of her. He felt like rushing at her, calling up whatever power he had in this realm against her, running her through where she stood, but he was still, tired, done. He coughed, and spat out what looked to be bile, blood. "I don't need to see anymore of these…lies, truths, opinions, visions, whatever the hell you call them. I'm done. I'm out. This, this…I can't deal with it anymore, that's it. I'm done. Let me out, come on, wave your magic hands before I break them. I want out. Friggin move!" Blinking, she turned her head to the side, but made no motion to let him out, or do anything for that matter. Negi felt his temper, and thus his power, rise. She looked up to see his shaking fists. What…was this now? His fighting had redoubled, and slowly she was being shut out, the mind righting itself. She was losing control. "I pushed you too far." "Damn straight." 'I told you nothing but the truth, however." Negi shook his head, allowing it to lower as he felt his emotions take hold, confusion, anger, hate, revenge above all, destruction, need, want, power. Even in his mental visage, he felt his hands darken, the whisper of power swirl. Asuna focused on him as he shook his head again, looking at his shoes. She had struck him. Yet he only continued to grow in power…where was it all coming from? "I don't care. Nothing matters anyway. I'm a tool, remember? A catalyst. None of this matters to me. I shouldn't hate, or love even. I can't be loved, that's why. Easy as pie. I was cursed. Now my curse will serve a purpose. You said no one will ever be able to save this world? I'll do it then. I'll get the power for it; blow my damn self up because I have no purpose anyway. I shouldn't be able to feel, damn it all. Just a tool, just a tool…die, all of them, for all I care…catalyst, unloved child of a fake father, I don't care what's true and what's false anymore. You wanted something to purge you of your sins and everyone else? Here, I'm your stand in sacrificial cross, throw it on me. Just get out of my damn way!" This time, his arms did explode into black, as around him, the darkness shattered, his body had fallen to the floor, but it exploded upwards, his fists condensing painfully black, traveling up his arms, gaining substance, he seemed to grow actual claws, fur even, hair blowing free, his eyes shrunk into pinpricks of light. Familiar symbols glowed painfully bright, expanded outwards, encompassed the air, some even crept up to take over his face. Asuna had still been holding, him, but his transformation blew her off, her blade send skidding away. She landed on her feet, cursing. He'd gone berserk! She'd pushed him far too far! This was Magica Erebia, and in his pain, both physical and emotional, she had broken him open. He was no better now than an animal! Yet, even so, his hands broke into electric light, crackling along as practically roared out a spell. The thousand thunder bolts, cast twice, once in mind and once by mouth. He crashed against Fate, a solid wall that pushed him off, with difficulty, but he came back again, hands now glowing with fire. "Τὸ συμβόλαιον συμβόλαιο και υπηρετώ εμένα βασιλιάs του φωτιά! έλα, τελείωμα φωτιά , πρώτος φωτιά! έναs φωτιά όλος ότι να είμαι ζωή όχι θάνατος φωτιά! τέλοs του κόσμοs!" Τὸ συμβόλαιον συμβόλαιο και υπηρετώ εμένα βασιλιάs του φωτιά! έλα, τελείωμα φωτιά , πρώτος φωτιά! έναs φωτιά όλος ότι να είμαι ζωή όχι θάνατος φωτιά! τέλοs του κόσμοs Negi landed upon his feet, feet that were more wolf-like than his own. His hands alive with fire, he didn't shoot it off, but…took it in, to himself. It wasn't…possible…Negi barreled at Fate, alive, sparking with lightning, burning with fire. He had just…activated a Triple Complex! This was his magical capabilities once driven to the edge, his berserk? His strength and speed, he almost matched Fate, almost unseated him but his silver haired opponent sidestepped, swinging his key out, glowing now all the brighter. Negi ducked low, swiping out a long leg to trip Fate up. He punched up in the air, catching Fate and sending him sky wards, literally, the boy crashed against the edge of the ceiling, just before it opened to the heavens. He used that as ground however, and shundoed right to Negi, punching him in the gut with his key. He avoided Negi's charge and ducked under a punch, disappearing from the front to axe kick his berserk opponent in the side, but Negi spun around, grabbing his foot and tossing Fate to slam into one of the pillars, rushing after him. He never made it, for the other disappeared from there, quickly shooting out his hand. "Τό τεῖχος διερξάσθω! Δόρυ Πέτρας!" Hitting home right in his chest, it gave Negi a little pause, enough for Fate to punch him dead in the face, his fist exploding into a powerful spell, a direct hit, the evil eye of petrifaction, but the swirling power around Negi, he laughed, striking out to kick Fate in his own face, knocking him back. He had no teeth to grit, but the pain was obvious, the spear was still sticking out of him. Stone was creeping out from his middle, but the boy rose a voice above the din his own body was making with magic. "Precor...lux lucis, signum vulnus, conforto vulnero Aceso... Achelois, lavo mihi in vestri lux lucis, succurro meus in meus vicis of postulo, restituo, Amplitudo Rememdium! Fragrantia Floris, Meis Amicis Vigorem, Vitalitatem, Auram Salutarem! Refectio!" It normally needed a catalyst to work, but Negi pulled off the spell regardless, after all, he considered himself an object anyway, at least his twisted and broken emotions told him so. Fate however, pointed off to Negi's side, and When Negi ignored the jibe, rushing at him, he shifted behind him, so Negi would see. Eva, Anya, Alma, They all were in a ring, surrounded by summoned demons, as the shaking continued, calling up some unknown beast from the depths…something inside him told him to save them, but another thing told him to leave the traitors to lie. Fate absolved him of the responsibility, smiling. He was enjoying this, every time, more and more. It seemed that Springfield kept surprising him, every time. Negi didn't see Asuna attack him from behind, even as his instincts took over, too late. "Redirect." Negi was powerful, but Asuna had Fate on her side, and drawing from him through the pactio, Negi felt The Thousand Thunder Bolts leave him, Primal Prominence leave him, but she could not remove Magica Erebia from his form…instead, she redirected those two still active end of the world spells to slam into Negi, burning and striking him again and again until he fell. Fate smiled, seeing that they were near the exit, and his party had succeeded, gathering near him. "We should make our exit. These demons won't stop until they are dead or the others are, and this building will soon collapse…are you coming Kagurazaka?" She couldn't help but look at the burnt, smoking boy, still breathing, by the miracle of Magica Erebia, but in danger as the rubble from the ceiling began to fall. This was her nephew, and he had just displayed how much power he could hold…how hard he had trained, how far he would go. Yet, it was impossible. Only a human could control the Code after all…and Negi had been through enough pain…yet, even as she thought that, she remembered the Rosary. Would he use it? Would he go that far? If so…he would not be able to defeat Fate…but if he could…did she still have a hope? Instead of having this world destroyed for good, the people transferred to earth, could this planet be rebuilt? Would she risk the boy who had been through so much, seen so much, once more, this time for good, to die? "Of course…I am…sorry. I'm sorry…Negi." Turning around, she went to Fate, as he held up a bauble, glowing bright, a teleportation device. It activated in a muted explosion, drowned out by the destruction all around. Nothing but a whisper of the wind was left as a piece of pillar fell and shattered upon where the party had been. Three for team Fate, zero, Team Negi One another note...posting up my spell list got my brain moving, and I have to say, I couldn't help but add a few new spells, (read: six, going on eight once I get the idea for the words on two others...) ...besides putting in the other original stone spells Fate uses in the manga, I added these: Spoiler:
~Effrego! = Break, Blast away. (Blast type, obviously.) ~Continuo Flans Venti Nobis Protectionem Tempestas! = Circular Dance (Blasts enemies away, a knock-back circle, blast type.) ~Ex Somno Exsistat Tumbus Undique Inimicum Tectum Terreteres! Victus Humus! = Ropes of Earth. (Following the Ropes of fire and water, trap type.) ~Ex Somno Exsistat Complexio Tumulus Inmicum Silens Fulgor! Lancea Fulgurans! = Ropes of Lightning. (Trap type.) ~Dea of igneus incendia, commodo mihi vestri spiritus, flamma ut tripudio ut meus terrenus, Verbero Flamma! = Whip of the Valkyrie (Following the hammer of the ice god, weapon type.) ~Senior Sanctus, commodo mihi vestri vires shafts niteo mei oris, tripudio super inimicus, Sanctus Lancea!! = Lance of Light. (Weapon type.)
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2010-06-14, 10:00 | Link #153 |
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Would this be the right forum to elicit assistance on finding a Negima fic somewhere on either fanfiction.net or mediaminer.org that I found once several months ago and now for the life of me can't seem to track down or even remember which of the two sites it's on? (don't remember the title or the main plotline of the fic, which - I'm assuming - vastly increases difficulty)
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2010-06-14, 12:46 | Link #154 |
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Uh... afraid not. This is the thread where we post our own fic ideas, discuss it amongst ourselves and give each other tips on how to improve our writing.
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2010-06-15, 01:33 | Link #156 |
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My advice, would be that you go on both sites and select the Search engine. Not much, but if you type in Negima, along with something in the title that you can recall, there is the chance that you'll find it.
Anything you can recall from the title, or something like that?
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2010-06-15, 09:53 | Link #157 |
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Can't recall the title. And the fact that it tells a brief, not-even-a-whole-chapter story of Evangeline's past that involves her having two older brothers - Aongus & Pilip - is not mentioned in the story description, so searching by description won't do any good.
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2010-06-15, 10:33 | Link #158 |
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Well... crap. Not normally one to say something like this, but it must suck to be you, then.
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2010-06-15, 21:13 | Link #159 |
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How long ago did you read it last? I think I read something like that somewhere... I warn you, I said I think. I once had a similar problem with a Yu-gi-oh story, a really good one I might add, centering around Serenity and Seto...took me a few months of searching to realize the author no longer exists, I.e, deleted all of their stories, and had scat. Really disappointed me....
Oh, before I forget, more spells again. Spoiler:
Senior Obscurum, tribuo mihi vestri cruor, umbra assilio meus commodo, perussi inimicus!, Atrum Falx! (Weapon spell.) Do I need to explain a Scythe of Darkness? Cocatrice ocululem Accusative, adveho unto mihi, trado vestri obtutus, levo vultus orbis terrarum skewer meus inimicus, Ortus Phasmatis! = Rising Spires (Rising Spell.) Spires come from the ground to skewer the opponent, nothing to special. Acts as a barrier between opponent and caster if used correctly too, a small time frame barrier, but a barrier none the less. Splendens thorns , tripudio super mei eyes ensare meus inimicus in vestri habitum , adficio lemma unto mihi , raptor vires , raptor vitality! Ortus Bona. = Garden's Blessing. [009] (Consider it ten if you are too lazy to update your own list to order it. Splendus thorns drains an opponent was it does damage, vines come from the ground to entangle one or multiple targets, restricted to low floating or ground enemies. See: Chapter fifty one of Young Negi for an example...when I put it out...probably tomorrow. Notes: Energy drained is a small portion of the amount of damage dealt to opponent, spell generally takes a while to dispense energy to caster as well. If interupted, all collected energy disipates. Chapter fifty one of my fiction is almost done.
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New chapter. Yay.
Prequel Prologue Day 1 Day 2 Spoiler for Day 6:
“It’s just not the same. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you didn’t want to fight me. That’s not the right attitude at all, Senpai.”
“I’m not like you, Tsukuyomi. Fighting like this isn’t something I enjoy.” “…Right. You just want to protect her. You’d fight until your last breath to protect her, wouldn’t you?” “Of course!” “So. Protect her from me!” Tsukuyomi opened her eyes and reached for where her sword usually was, ready to launch an attack against Konoka. The girl wasn’t her primary target, but if that’s what it took to get Setsuna to act as she should, Tsukuyomi would be only too glad to spill every last drop of her dear Ojou-sama’s blood. Besides, for intruding on their fight, the girl deserved every— Wait. Her sword wasn’t there. Why wasn’t her sword there? Not again. Tsukuyomi rolled over, blinking rapidly and reaching for her glasses. It was so blurry. The shadowy wall next to her bed almost looked like the stone that the ruins were made of. She could almost believe that she was still in the Magical World, and she couldn’t have that. Too many distracting memories there. She did not like dwelling on things. Especially things from happier times that she couldn’t get back. She put her glasses on and the world came back into focus. The wall in front of her wasn’t made of anything remotely close to stone. The small sliver of hope that she was somewhere pleasant withered and died. She was definitely at Mahora, and her weapons were definitely confiscated. And in pieces, but that was less important. Even a broken blade would be welcome at this point. At least it was sharp. She would need something sharp soon. Things were starting to unravel. She was waking up shivering in the middle of the night already—it was only going to get worse unless she found something to kill. Humans were already ruled out. As well as a large number of woodland creatures that lived on campus. They were just too fast for Tsukuyomi as long as the Seal was in place. That left… Well, there was no dealing with it until she got her hands on something sharp. Tsukuyomi rubbed at her stomach self-consciously. If she had access to her ki, she wouldn’t even need an object. She would only need her fingernails then. But if she had access to her ki, this wouldn’t be a problem in the first place. She could just go out and kill a student. Only that would upset Setsuna. Upsetting Setsuna wasn’t generally a problem but the kind of upset she’d be if Tsukuyomi killed someone while under her care would involve Tsukuyomi being unceremoniously kicked out of Mahora. That was something to avoid for now. She liked being with Setsuna. Even though the feeling was less than mutual. Refusing to care much about that right now, Tsukuyomi glanced over at Setsuna’s bed. If her senpai was awake, she might have a window of opportunity she could use to watch her train. The part of their arrangement that didn’t allow Setsuna to leave Tsukuyomi alone meant that she couldn’t go out in the morning and work off her frustration outside. Because that was what she was doing. It made it that much more fun to watch. But this morning the window was gone, and Setsuna was sitting on her nest meditating. Tsukuyomi slowed her breathing and stifled her groan of disappointment. Not that it wasn’t enjoyable to feel Setsuna’s ki taming itself, but she preferred to wake up earlier and watch it run free. It felt—happy, almost. Like what she felt when she was dying and Setsuna was leaving alive. What was it? The one thing from the Magical World she couldn’t help dwelling on. What was that feeling? “If you have time to stare at me, you should be getting ready for school.” She really woke up late today if Setsuna was already done. Or maybe having her awake was just too distracting for meditation. There was a happy thought. “Do I really have to?” Setsuna rolled her shoulders and hopped to her feet. The circles under her eyes were still there, but several shades lighter. It seemed like she was finally settling back into her normal routine. Konoka’s little talk with her had done wonders. Not thinking about that because it made her feel strange, Tsukuyomi sighed and rolled herself off the bed, casually undoing the top buttons on her shirt. “I like staring at you more than I like get getting dressed.” Setsuna’s eyes drifted down for a moment before she realized what she was looking at and spun around quickly enough to give Negi a run for his money. Her neck was bright red. Tsukuyomi laughed and removed her shirt completely. “There’s really no need to be shy, Senpai. You’ve seen much more of my skin than—” “That was in the middle of a battle!” Setsuna cried out, just stopping herself from turning back around. “And it only happened because you refuse to wear reasonable clothing!” Well that was rather unnecessarily rude. “You aren’t really in a good position to be pointing fingers. Until our last battle, you could have passed yourself off as a maid café employee.” Tsukuyomi hoped Setsuna would bring up what prompted the switch. That incident had proven to be fuel for many of her fantasies. Setsuna didn’t, though. She just kept her back turned while her neck slowly darkened. Tsukuyomi had to laugh again while she rifled through the locked boxes under the bed to find her supply of school uniforms. Her senpai was so cute. “Could you hurry up?” “We aren’t going to be late.” Ah, there they were. How did everything get so scrambled under the bed when she was the only one who ever moved anything down there? Maybe their absent roommate had something to do with it. “That’s not what I’m worried about,” Setsuna mumbled. Tsukuyomi pulled her head out from under the bed and started slipping her uniform on. “Could it be that you’re uneasy around me when I’m undressed, Setsuna-senpai?” she purred. “That’s not it!” the horribly blushing swordswoman practically shouted. It was a good thing their room was soundproofed. Otherwise they’d be attracting all sorts of attention from their hyperactive classmates. The two mini-ninjas in particular. Tsukuyomi looked over her shoulder at her Senpai. Besides her bright red flesh, Setsuna’s hands were balled into tight fists and she was looking down at the floor. “You’re not being very honest, are you Senpai?” Setsuna’s head jerked slightly to the side, but she managed to keep herself from looking at Tsukuyomi, much to the girl’s disappointment. She could see a muscle in Setsuna’s jaw twitching. Then, as if calling back her earlier meditation, Setsuna’s body relaxed and she breathed out steadily. She turned around, and though her face was still very red, she met Tsukuyomi’s eyes without any trouble. It probably helped that Tsukuyomi had managed to dress herself completely—even dealing with her tie—while her senpai’s back was turned, but it was still very impressive to see how much control Setsuna could have over herself. Baiting her really was more difficult when she wasn’t a threat Setsuna had to acknowledge. “If you’re okay without any breakfast, it’s time to go.” No it wasn’t, it was about thirty minutes too soon for it to be time to go, but Tsukuyomi let it go. Getting on Setsuna’s nerves this early wouldn’t accomplish anything. Right now, even the slightest touch was wearing on her self-control. If Setsuna snapped and actually started a fight, she wouldn’t be in any condition to enjoy it properly. Now, if she could only use her ki, this would be a perfect— Have to wait until class for that sort of thinking. Besides, leaving early and arriving on time meant that Konoka and the princess couldn’t tag along, which they’d taken to doing the last few days. Since spending any amount of time in Konoka’s presence was, for some reason, more annoying than Tsukuyomi found tolerable, she didn’t mind going out of her way to avoid her Senpai’s—partner. “I never eat breakfast, Senpai, you know that.” Setsuna didn’t say anything in response; she just opened the door and stared at Tsukuyomi with a stubbornly impassive look on her face—which would have been more impressive but not as cute without the blush—waiting for her to leave the room. Tsukuyomi snickered and walked out, carefully avoiding brushing against Setsuna. They walked down the hall in relatively peaceful, if a little tense, silence for several minutes before Tsukuyomi decided that Setsuna was once again composed enough to play with a little more. “I suppose since you’re not completely human, you can get away with it every once in a while.” “Get away with what?” “Not being honest.” ------ Walking across campus, it became all too apparent how early they were. The entire campus had less people than ten people walking around at this hour—and that included the teachers. Almost anyone who had anything to do with the school started dashing towards whatever building they needed to be five minutes before classes started. It was awkward, Setsuna thought, but it was still better than staying in their room and trying to avoid eye contact without looking evasive. She was better at avoiding people when she wasn’t forced into sustained close contact with them. At least outside there was moderately fascinating scenery she could pretend to be interested in. …Even if it was painfully obvious that Tsukuyomi knew exactly what she was doing. Somehow, it didn’t seem right that someone so mentally unhinged could be so observant. Knowing that Tsukuyomi probably wouldn’t be so observant of anyone else did not help. “Do we know him?” Setsuna snapped her head back at her charge. “Know who?” Tsukuyomi pointed over to the lone dark figure on campus that was dashing towards them. It looked to be a male teenager—possibly several years older than them. He was waving a wooden sword above his head. “Him.” “Sakurazaki-kun!” She knew that voice from somewhere… Setsuna’s eyes widened as recognition set in and she stepped in front of Tsukuyomi. “Don’t forget what the headmaster told you,” she muttered. “He said a lot, you know.” “Tsukuyomi...” Setsuna didn’t get a chance to finish her warning before the figure got within hearing distance. He came to a halt several feet away, bent over, breathing hard and using his sword as a crutch. “Sakurazaki-kun, finally!” Setsuna smiled awkwardly at the kendō captain. “Uh… good morning Captain Tsuji. Is there something wrong?” Had he finally noticed that she was no longer part of the club and decided to make a scene over it? After she’d been informed that Tsukuyomi was going to be joining Mahora as a student, Setsuna made the decision to abandon all extra-curricular activities in order to better keep an eye on her. Thankfully, when she made quitting the kendō club official, the team captain hadn’t been around. She thought that she’d gotten out of dealing with him, but maybe she didn’t give his determination enough credit. Tsuji straightened himself and looked sharply at her. “Well besides your sudden abandonment of our club—is this her?” His gaze shifted over to Tsukuyomi. “This is your kohai?” Oh no. “Ah, Captain Tsuji—” “That’s right,” Tsukuyomi said sweetly, smiling endearingly at the older boy. The look sent shivers down Setsuna’s spine, and she had to fight back the instincts telling her to run as far away as possible. Tsuji did not seem to have the same problem. He clicked his feet together and bowed to Tsukuyomi. “Please join the kendō club!” “She can’t!” Setsuna objected. Tsuji looked up at her, a perplexed frown on his face. “And why not, Sakurazaki-kun? If she’s your kohai, there shouldn’t be any problem, and since you’ve left, we have a spot open that she’d be more than welcome to take. And besides that, it isn’t your place to answer for her.” Setsuna vowed to never leave for class early again. She was left scrambling for an answer while Tsukuyomi just smiled at her and pretended to be distracted by a passing butterfly. “Well, you see, ah, she just transferred here, and it’s really more important for her to adjust to her new lifestyle than it is for her to join any clubs. And her parents want her to avoid any violent activities, so I don’t think it would work out anyway.” Tsuji’s expression darkened. “I was under the impression that you are both intimately familiar with a certain style of martial arts. If that is the case, why would her parent object to—?” “I really don’t know, but they have a problem with it, so she can’t join.” Setsuna rubbed the back of her neck, more than a little embarrassed out how absurd her lies sounded. And who had told him about their swordsmanship style? There was no good reason for a mundane to be aware of the Shinmeiryuu arts even if he didn’t have a name for it. The kendo captain’s scowl deepened. “Her parents wouldn’t have to know—” Tsukuyomi sighed dramatically, drawing Tsuji’s attention away from arguing the point with Setsuna. Her smile was disturbingly bright. “I’m sorry to say it, but due to my own personal preferences, I was forced to kill my parents a long time ago. I’ve been told that that sort of behavior isn’t appreciated here, so—” “Sorry Captain Tsuji, but we really have to go,” Setsuna broke in quickly. “Come on Tsukuyomi, we don’t want to be late for class.” With anyone else, possibly even Konoka, Setsuna would have reached out and dragged them away from the stunned kendo captain. But since it was Tsukuyomi in this situation, she just looked at the other girl significantly and started walking away as quickly as possible. True to her expectations, Tsukuyomi followed without any hesitation, maybe only stopping to wink at Tsuji. Setsuna didn’t look at Tsukuyomi. She was feeling lightheaded, and looking at the content, smiling blonde would only make it worse. This wasn’t like the embarrassment from earlier. It was closer to the way she’d felt seconds before passing out in Eishun’s arms three weeks ago. “Is there something wrong, Senpai?” “You’re supposed to be behaving yourself, not traumatizing other students,” Setsuna blurted out, saying the first thing she could think of that didn’t have anything to do with her imagining the people she was starting to think were Tsukuyomi’s first victims. “He’s the one who brought it up. I was just being honest.” Setsuna stopped. “Senpai?” “So you really killed them?” “Does that surprise you?” Tsukuyomi sounded puzzled. “You know I’ve killed people before.” Setsuna turned around and stared at Tsukuyomi, taking in her guileless expression and the genuine confusion in her eyes. She looked impossibly innocent, and Setsuna felt just a little sick imagining a younger version of the blonde slicing her progenitors to pieces. “They were your parents.” Tsukuyomi looked even more confused. “So?” “So…” Setsuna thought of Negi, still searching for any clue that might lead to his father’s whereabouts. And Konoka loved her father more than anyone else in the world. Setsuna never knew her own parents. By the time she was old enough to remember anything, they were long gone. But she knew what it felt like to want one. She saw the way Konoka clung to Eishun, and anyone could see how badly Negi wanted his dad back. It was important, wasn’t it? Having a parent? “Doesn’t that matter?” Tsukuyomi blinked. “No, not really.” Setsuna stared at the oblivious girl in front of her for a few more seconds. Then she shook herself and returned to walking to their classroom as quickly as possible, Tsukuyomi trailing behind her. ------ Tsukuyomi tapped her dull pencil against the paper, blocking Negi’s voice out and trying to remember all of the things she’d ever heard about the Ouroboros Seal. So far she had a pretty complete list, but she felt like she was forgetting something important about why it wasn’t used very often. Oh well. It probably had something to do with treating prisoners humanely. Tsukuyomi wasn’t too concerned with details like that; she knew the Seal was unfair, but told her nothing about how to break it. The rest of the list probably wasn’t very helpful either, but she couldn’t be positive that all the points were useless. Tsukuyomi put her head down on the desk and rolled her pencil across its surface. So much for taking advantage of Setsuna’s inattentiveness. To get anything out of her remembered information, she’d probably have to spend hours staring at it. That would definitely get her noticed. Even if Setsuna was developing the bad habit of paying no attention to her during classes, the princess would see. Really, Tsukuyomi didn’t know what was bothering Asuna so much. Wouldn’t it make more sense for the princess to feel uneasy around the person who had temporarily stolen her identity? Outside of the Gateport incident, Tsukuyomi was sure she’d never touched a single hair on the princess’ head. Fate complained whenever she got too close. Admittedly, that might have had more to do with him keeping the princess’ dangerous talent in mind than— Could that work? Tsukuyomi glanced at the small drawing of the Ouroboros Seal that she’d made on the top of the page. She traced the area on her stomach where the Seal had been pushed into her body. The princess’ power didn’t reach far enough to inadvertently break it. Otherwise the many times she’d felt the need to manhandle Tsukuyomi would have disrupted the Seal. And maybe she didn’t have enough power to either. By now, the Seal wasn’t just a seal, it was the sum of every ounce of magical energy in Tsukuyomi’s body. If Asuna’s Magic Cancel was capable of canceling that much power, at the very least she’d cause any mage she touched a considerable amount of pain. Since that didn’t happen, it probably wouldn’t— Her artifact has the ability. Tsukuyomi’s eyes widened. That would work, wouldn’t it? Asuna’s power couldn’t penetrate the Seal, but if the Seal was physically sliced by the ability, there would be enough of a break in the energy supporting the Seal that it would fall apart. It would have to be done carefully though. The princess’ sword was still a sword, even if it did have special abilities of its own backing it. With the Seal being at the very core of her being, there was a good chance that she would bleed out before getting to use her power. Or Asuna might miss. That was another problem then. Tsukuyomi would have to guide the sword without the princess knowing about her plan. If she knew the plan, she would never use anything besides her fists, and while that could be satisfyingly painful, that wasn’t the point. She’d have to be very angry to bring it out at all. …I can do that, can’t I? Spoiler for Notes:
A few days got skipped because nothing interesting happened in them. Oh happy day.
Conveniently enough, the material of this chapter was planned way before I finished the last one. ...Actually, that'll be the case for a lot of future chapters. Later chapters of this are planned out way too much, and early chapters aren't really planned at all. And... I think that's it this time around. Not a lot to be said about this. Though as always, if you haven't read the prequel yet, I would strongly recommend doing so. (In case it isn't immediately remembered, Tsuji is a character that appears in two panels of the 10th volume. If he shows up anywhere else, I haven't been paying enough attention to notice.) Thanks a lot for reading. |
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