Nanoha FanFiction Discussion

[RadiantBeam]

Originally Posted by Nanya01

... Yeah, we went there. XD

I'm not ashamed! XD *runs*

EDIT: Page claim for GOING THERE. xDDD

[Tempy]

...Arisa is still single?

Or maybe getting it on with Suzuka.

If it's the former, I'll take her then. Let her never be called "leftovers."

[SulliMike23]

Originally Posted by Nanya01

...

We just got this done...

In one day...

Wow...

RadiantBeam and I are proud to present...

Day in the Life

Chapter 19

Magical Lyrical Babysitters

... Yeah, we went there. XD

Spoiler for Lyrical Magical Babysitters:

Sighing as she gripped the dimensional phone, she knew that she needed to, she put this off for far, far, far too long...

Pushing the numbers, she waited as it rang a few times for the person on the other side to pick up.

She just hoped that it wouldn't be as bad as she feared.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end spoke up.

"Hello. Arisa, it's me, Nanoha."

"Nanoha?! Where have you been, girl?! The last time I heard news about you, it was that your parents and your sister moved to Midchilda to help you out."

"Ah, yeah... You know that Yuuno-kun got Fate-chan and I pregnant, right?"

"Oh yeah! Now I remember, Kyouya mentioned something about that. Why didn't you call me sooner?! I would have loved to come and help out!"

"We had a lot of help, but thank you, Arisa." Nanoha smiled, her friends in high school really could be counted on to help out a lot.

"Yes, well, that was months ago. So, when are they going to be born? I wanna come and see them. Maybe I can give that punk a few hard hits for getting you pregnant too."

Nanoha sweat-dropped, that sounded like Arisa. "Well, ah..."

"Nanoha? What's wrong? You sound nervous."

"Arisa, if I said that Fate-chan and I had the babies nearly a month ago, would you forgive me?"

A long, long moment of silence. Then.

"WHAT?!!"

Nanoha yelped, yanking the phone away from her ear as Arisa exploded on the other end. "To be fair," she said weakly, "I really was worried about what you'd do to Yuuno-kun if you saw him."

Wincing, Nanoha knew that she should have called sooner, she really had no excuse for not going home, or at least finding someone who could get Arisa and Suzuka to Mid-Childa by the time the babies were born. "I suppose... Arisa, I'm sorry, everything was so new to me that I forgot to tell you." Heck, when she told her parents and Miyuki that she was in a relationship with Yuuno, she had only done so because she and Fate had a couple days off and managed to find a ship that was close enough to Earth that they could relay off of it and warp down to her home world.

"...That's no excuse, Nanoha. Why couldn't you call me? You even brought those students of yours to Earth and spent time during a mission to see me, Suzuka and your family."

"I didn't know back then. Fate-chan and I had a feeling, but it wasn't much to go by. That's why I didn't mention it then." Nanoha sighed. "Arisa-chan.... I'm sorry. A lot of things happened very quickly when I found out, not all of them good. With everything going on, I just... I completely forgot about you and Suzuka-chan. I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, before Arisa sighed heavily. "Why is it so hard to stay mad at you?"

"Because we're friends and you'd hate to be mad at me for so long?" Nanoha said softly, smiling even though Arisa couldn't see it.

"I love you, you silly girl. I guess that's why I can't stay mad at you. But you and Fate-chan better bring those children of yours to Earth so we can see them soon, or I will get upset."

Nanoha laughed softly. "We will. Soon," she promised.

"And bring Yuuno, too."

"Oh?" Nanoha raised a brow.

"Yes! I still have to give him a few hits for getting two of my best friends pregnant, even if they wanted it!"

"Nyahahaha... I'll see what I can do, right now, Fate-chan and I are getting ready for a date with Yuuno-kun."

"Oh? What for?" Arisa sounded very interested.

Nanoha smiled, even though her friend couldn't see it. "Yeah, Yuuno-kun's such a sweet-heart, and Fate-chan and I thought we should do something nice for him tonight."

"Oh really?" Nanoha could almost hear the smirk in Arisa's voice.

"What?"

"That's ALL you're planning to do tonight with those two?"

"Honestly, Nanoha, I would be more surprised if you didn't. But, enough of that. When you get here, you're so going to give me details!"

Nanoha's eyes widened as she blushed. "A...Arisa-chan!"

"Consider this your payment for not inviting me to see the babies born."

"B-but..."

"Don't try to act like you don't have a sex life when you have two lovers and just gave birth! I expect full details, and no skimping!"

Nanoha whimpered as she just imagined Arisa's grinning face. "Can't I just tell you over the phone?"

"Nope! You're telling me when you get here! I want to see you and Fate-chan and I want to see your faces as you blush and stammer through it."

"Arisa-chan!" Nanoha gasped, blushing suddenly.

"One, I'm curious. Two, I want to see those kids you and Fate-chan had. And three, I miss you."

Nanoha sighed. "Oh, fine," she murmured. "But don't you have a sex life of your own?"

There was a long, pregnant pause on the other end of the line.

"Arisa-chan?"

"Um, sorry, Nanoha-chan, I need to do something, I'll call you later, bye." There was a click and Nanoha blinked as she held her phone away from her ear. Why had Arisa been like that?

Nanoha blinked again and looked at the phone with confusion as it hummed in her hand before she shrugged and hung it back up.

"I wonder what that was all about..."

(---)

Cinque blinked as she went over what Genya was telling her and Dieci. "They want us to do what?"

The older man nodded and took a drink of his coffee silently. "Yes. Nanoha and Fate asked me if any of my daughters would like to baby-sit Vivio, Sora, Isamu and Alicia for the night." He pointed at Dieci who shivered slightly. "It might do you some good too, to see that those babies aren't going to blow you up."

"But, dad!" Dieci protested, getting a shake of Genya's head.

"I'm asking you and Cinque both to watch over them."

"And Subaru, Nove, Wendi and Ginga are out right now." Cinque shook her head and looked at Dieci.

"Actually." Genya shifted in his seat to lean forward. "I might be able to use this."

"Huh?" The two looked at him in curiosity.

Genya nodded and smiled softly. "If you two can prove to take care of children, especially Nanoha's and Fate's children, I might be able to help you two get out of protective custody quicker."

"Are you trying to get rid of us?" Dieci asked softly, getting a shake from the older man's head.

"No. But I would like it if you two could have a real chance to live your own lives without needing supervision at all times."

Cinque nodded quietly. "That's a good point," she said. "We can't do much right now... not that I'm complaining, but a little freedom would feel wonderful."

Dieci whimpered. "B-but... her boys... Starlight Breakers.... pink...

Genya smiled. "They're only babies, Dieci. Even if they wanted to blast you, they'd need to wait ten years or so before they can learn."

"Who knows?" Cinque shrugged. "Maybe they'll like you."

"Or they'll blast me."

"Or maybe you'll like them."

"Or get blasted by them."

Genya chuckled softly. "Or you'll like getting blasted by them."

A moment later, he was forced to clean the jelly off of his face that his two wards had thrown at him. "I deserved that." Genya admitted with a chuckle. Still, it was good to see them react like that, it meant that they were closer to being their own people.

Despite herself, Dieci hugged him. "Thanks, Dad," she murmured before stepping back, looking at Cinque.

Cinque raised a brow. "Yes?"

"Let's go." Dieci sighed. "At least death by Starlight Breaker is relatively quick."

Cinque chuckled lightly and got up. "I'll make sure that she'll be okay with watching them."

"At least they can't wander around yet." Genya chuckled softly. "Just wait till they can start walking."

Dieci paled. "What happens when they start walking?" she asked weakly.

Before Genya could reply, Cinque grabbed Dieci by the collar of her shirt and pulled her out the door, kicking it shut behind her on the way out.

Genya started chuckling softly. "Ah, Dieci, good luck." He meant it too.

(---)

Dieci squirmed as Cinque basically dragged her towards the Scrya-Takamachi-Testarossa home. "Hey, Cinque, you can let go now."

"No."

"But--"

"Nope. I know you, Dieci. You'll run the minute I let go."

Dieci deflated at that. "I can't help it," she pleaded. "They scare me."

Cinque shook her head. "Dieci, please, they can't hurt you. They can't do anything more than gurgle, cry eat, drink, and mess their pants."

"I'm sorry, but... Their mother blew me up, okay? Blaster 1 Excellion Buster... I still have nightmares about it!" Dieci whimpered as Cinque continued to drag her down the street.

"That's why you need this."

"Huh?"

"You need to get over this. You've recovered, but not enough. Be around the kids, relax, have fun with them. They won't do anything to you, Dieci, not yet at least."

"Not, yet?" Dieci whimpered as Cinque stopped dragging her as they stopped right in front of Nanoha's home. "What do you mean?"

"Wait until they decide to spit up all over your clothes." Cinque smiled softly as Vivio opened the door.

"Ah, Dieci! Cinque!" Vivio grinned at them. "You're early. Nanoha-mama and Fate-mama are still getting ready."

"Yes, I apologize for that." Cinque chuckled and pulled Dieci to her side. "I had to come early, or Dieci would have tried to hide under the bed where I couldn't reach her."

Vivio blinked, looking at Dieci curiously. "You can fit under the bed?"

"If I try hard enough," Dieci grumbled.

Vivio giggled at her. "We should try it sometime then." She led Dieci to her siblings' room, getting a gulp from the taller girl as she walked Dieci right up to Isamu's crib.

"Ah..." Dieci seemed to pale and sweat as Vivio grinned at her. She didn't notice that, all she noticed was the wide-awake devil-spawn grinning at her. She expected, any moment, that the baby would open its mouth and blast her with a pink beam or something.

Isamu looked up at her curiously for several minutes, his blue-green eyes flickering, before he squealed and kicked, reaching up for Dieci, making grabby motions with his hands.

It took all of Dieci's willpower not to jump. "What's that mean?"

"Means he wants to be held." From the doorway, Yuuno chuckled. "Isamu is very loud when he wants something."

Taking a breath so she wouldn't tremble, Dieci reached in and gently pulled the baby out slowly, as if she were afraid Nanoha would appear, glowing pink and blasting her for touching her kid.

After all, it happened once already.

Even if Dieci was scared out of her mind, Isamu knew how to do this right. He giggled and curled closer to Dieci, grinning up at her as his eyes sparkled, his tiny hands gripping her shirt.

Vivio started giggling as Isamu gurgled happily. "He likes you, Dieci!"

"Ah..." Dieci started to smile as she rubbed her finger up and down the baby's back. "He... Is pretty cute."

Yuuno laughed.

"He's shaping up to be a womanizer." Nanoha glided to her male lover's side. "He watches Yuuno-kun and learns."

"How many times do I have to tell you and Fate I've never been a womanizer or a flirt during my high school years?"

Nanoha giggled as she hugged Yuuno. Turning, Dieci got a good look at Yuuno, who was dressed in green dress clothes and Nanoha, who was dressed in an orange dress, some make-up on her face, her hair done up in such a way that Dieci found herself blushing softly at the smile she was getting.

"Nanoha-Mama! Yuuno-Papa! You two look good!" Vivio's eyes sparkled as she looked at them. "Is Fate-mama done yet?"

"Fate-chan had to help me." Nanoha chuckled nervously. "I'm not good with make-up or dressing up."

Isamu gurgled and got Dieci's attention again, making her blink as he reached up and played with her hair; not tugging it, but running his tiny fingers through it, feeling it. He giggled softly.

"Flirt," Nanoha murmured. "Better watch out, Vivio, he'll go after your friends when he's old enough."

"Nah uh!" Vivio stuck her tongue out, her eyes widening as Fate walked in, in a yellow dress, her hair rolled up above her head, rolling down her back as she had a touch of make-up on her face. "Wow! Fate-mama!" Yuuno and Nanoha turned to the blushing woman and smiled brightly at her.

"Wow, Fate-chan, you look prettier than me." Nanoha gushed as she gripped Fate's shoulders, smiling happily.

Fate chuckled, then looked at Yuuno. "What? No comment?"

"I'm resisting the urge to say anything." Yuuno's lips twitched. "If I do, Nanoha might claim I really was a flirt in high school."

"Nanoha-mama says Papa is just really shy," Vivio whispered to Dieci and Cinque.

Cinque nodded and smiled lightly at them. "You three, go on your date. Vivio and Dieci will help me make sure your babies are taken care of."

The three nodded and after making sure that the two and Vivio could get in contact with them at any time, plus emergency numbers to Shamal, Lindy and Momoko if needed, the trio finally set out for their dinner date.

"So, Dieci..." Cinque smirked. "You going to hold him all night?"

Dieci blinked, before looking down. Honestly, she'd gotten so accustomed to holding Isamu that she'd completely forgotten about him. He was so quiet.

And asleep too, by the look of it.

"Wow! Even Nanoha-mama has to sing to Isamu to get him to sleep." Vivio's eyes sparkled softly. "He likes you, Dieci." Then again, her brothers and sister seemed to like everyone who looked at them.

Cinque chuckled softly. "And you were worried about a pink explosion."

"You never know," Dieci muttered, but somehow she doubted any pink explosion would hit her anytime soon, at least from Isamu.

(---)

"Do you think that Dieci and Cinque will do okay?" Fate asked her lovers as she squeezed Yuuno's hand tightly while Nanoha walked on the other side of Yuuno, resting her head on his shoulder as they walked into the restaurant.

Nanoha nodded softly, smiling. "Yes. I'm sure that they'll be alright."

"I'm surprised that you trust them so easily." Yuuno commented, getting a shake of Nanoha's head.

"Not that I trust them easily, but I'm willing to give them another chance. I've got some devices at home recording everything, just in case. And mom promised to check in on them over the night."

Fate chuckled. "No pulling the stops with your kids, huh?"

Nanoha smirked. "Nope."

Yuuno shook his head as the three were led to a corner table. "I think they're good kids. I'm sure that our children will be safe." Still, he had called Vita up to check in on his children at times, just to be safe.

He believed in second chances too, but they were newborns, and he was just a little worried as a new father.

(--)

Dieci watched curiously as Isamu snuggled against her, yawning slightly. "You always said he was so lively," she said to Vivio.

Vivio giggled. "He gets sleepy at night. Sora gets more active, and Alicia pretty much stays the same. It's just how they are."

Cinque nodded and slipped off to check on the other two babies.

"Um, Vivio..." Dieci knelt down to look the little girl in the eyes. "How come you can forgive me so easily? After what I and Quattro did to you, I've always wondered why you can just forgive me for hurting you."

Vivio shrugged. "You didn't want to hurt me. I remember. You kept asking Quattro about it when she was setting up the tests."

"Yeah, but..."

"You regretted hurting me." Vivio grinned. "It's easy to forgive someone who feels regret."

Dieci smiled, tearing up and hugging Vivio softly. "Thank you. I wish we hadn't met that way."

"Me too." Vivio said as she hugged the brown-haired cyborg gently, both of them making sure not to harm Isamu. "But, I'm glad we met. Because you and all your sisters are really, really cool."

"Thank you," Dieci murmured, then blinked when Isamu snuggled even closer.

Vivio giggled. "See? Even Isamu likes you, and he's just a baby."

Dieci smiled softly and stood up gently. "What does your parents do at night?"

Vivio shrugged. "Talk, go to bed, try to get Sora or Alicia to go to sleep..."

"Busy?"

Vivio nodded as Dieci blinked. "It's hard on Nanoha-mama some days. She just wants to sleep in but she doesn't because Sora or Isamu wants her attention..." She pouted slightly.

"Vivio, are you okay?"

Vivio nodded. "Uh huh. Cuz Nanoha-mama always asks me to help her and always thanks me for helping her."

Dieci smiled. "You like helping with your brothers and sister, huh?"

"Uh huh." Vivio nodded. "They make a lot of noise, but they're fun to play with." Her pout returned. "Though Nanoha-mama keeps teasing, saying Isamu will start flirting with my friends when I'm not looking..."

Dieci chuckled and blinked as Cinque walked into the room, two baby carriers with her, one holding Alicia and the other one Sora. "Cinque?" She blinked as the shorter cyborg pulled out some bottles and formula.

"We're going to need to feed them sooner or later... How does your mother do it, Vivio?"

"Both Nanoha-mama and Fate-mama breast feed."

The two cyborgs looked at her silently.

"What?" Vivio blinked in confusion.

"We can't feed them that way." Cinque muttered softly. "Know how to make this?"

Vivio shook her head. "No..."

Vivio thought about it for a moment.

"Well... when it's just me and Papa, he makes them a bottle... since he says that breastfeeding is a girl thing, and I'm still too young to do it."

At that, Cinque and Dieci both blushed.

Suddenly Vivio's eyes widened and she pointed at Dieci. "Maybe you can do it!"

"Ah... No, I can't..." Dieci sweat-dropped as Cinque looked torn between laughing and falling over.

"Why not?" Vivio pouted at her.

"Uh, because I can't... Cinque, help please." Dieci looked at her older sister pleadingly.

"Why can't you?"

Dieci looked at Cinque, but the woman just smirked.

"B-because, my body isn't built that way... the Doctor created me to be a certain age, and when he did that it threw off some of my more... normal... body functions..."

Cinque was snickering.

"Plus, I, uh... don't know how to."

That did it. Cinque started roaring with laughter.

Vivio blinked at her. "Don't know how to?"

"No, uh... No, I don't know..." Heck, she wasn't really certain how everything worked anyway. She knew some of the basics, but that was about it.

Cinque started laughing harder, she was glad that she put the babies down before Dieci started talking, otherwise they would have been dropped to the ground, which was no good.

Vivio scratched her head. "Huh... Nanoha-mama and Fate-mama just open their shirts up and put the babies up to their chests."

Dieci coughed. "Yes, well... I can't do that."

Twitching feebly, Cinque swallowed her laughter. Oh, but her ribs ached, and her poor lungs.... "Why don't we just give them a bottle?" she choked out. "If Yuuno's done it, I'm sure they won't even notice the difference."

Vivio nodded as the babies started squirming and crying softly. "I think they're getting hungry."

Cinque nodded and went to the kitchen, Vivio following her.

"Hey, what about me?" Dieci asked as Cinque turned back and smiled at her.

"Just make sure that they don't try to eat you." She laughed as Dieci paled heavily.

Dieci swallowed hard.

"... They won't eat me... They aren't big enough yet... I think...."

Plus they didn't have teeth yet, so the worst they could do would be to gum her fingers off.

Idly, she wondered and put the tip of her finger in Alicia's mouth, the girl seemingly trying to suck something out of her finger.

It was tickling her softly, getting a small giggle out of the brown-haired girl.

At Dieci's giggle Alicia paused, looking at the older girl curiously. She released Dieci's finger and grabbed onto it with her hands, giggling as she played with it gently, and seemed delighted when Dieci let out a soft laugh.

"Well, aren't you just a regular charmer?" Dieci murmured as Alicia giggled again. "You put your brothers to shame."

It was a good thing that they couldn't understand what she was saying, otherwise the boys would be very jealous.

In the kitchen, Vivio smiled happily. "They sound happy."

Cinque nodded, though she really wished that she knew what she was doing with the formula. "This stuff is messy."

Vivio nodded, both of them were covered in powder and liquids as they tried to make some formula for the infants. "Yuuno-papa has an easy time with this."

It wasn't so much that it was hard; it was actually quite easy. It was just extremely messy, mainly because of their inexperience. Vivio had helped Yuuno make a bottle from time to time, but he'd done most of the hard work.

Eventually they got three bottles made and out to the babies, feeding them and getting them to stop crying softly.

"Keep their heads up." Vivio said, remembering Yuuno's words. "They don't have good neck muscles yet."

"Okay," Cinque and Dieci said dutifully, holding the babies carefully in their arms as the little ones latched onto the bottles, sucking hungrily. Their cries faded away and they stopped squirming, even going so far as to lean back against their respective babysitter as they fed.

After they were fed, the babies started squirming more, causing the three to blink before Vivio's eyes widened. "Oh! They need to be burped!"

"Burped?" Cinque and Dieci asked her as Vivio put Alicia on her shoulder and patted her sister's back gently.

Vivio nodded. "Yeah, because once they eat they have a lot of gas building up inside them and they have to let it out," she explained.

"Oh," Dieci murmured, while Cinque nodded.

"Well, that's what Nanoha-mama and Fate-mama say all the time after feeding them, anyway. It helps them feel better."

Cinque and Dieci started patting Sora and Isamu's back softly, all three babies burping softly, before spitting up slightly, and messing up the clothes of all three girls.

"...so that's why Nanoha-mama always has a towel." Vivio pouted softly.

Dieci nodded before grimacing slightly as something came to her senses. "I think this one needs a diaper change."

Vivio blinked. "Uh... I don't know how to."

Dieci paled at that. "You don't?"

"No... Nanoha-mama or Fate-mama do it, or Papa when they're too busy."

Cinque sweat-dropped, heavily as the two looked at her. "I never changed any diapers before."

"One of us has to do it." Dieci said as the three babies started squirming and crying.

"Uh... I know where the clean diapers are!" Vivio said as she put Alicia back down into her carrier and ran to get new diapers.

Cinque looked at Dieci as the taller girl whimpered. "...We should change them in the bathroom."

"Why?"

"Tile floors, easier to clean up."

"You think it'll be that bad?" Dieci asked weakly.

"No."

Dieci sighed with relief.

"I know it'll be that bad."

Dieci grimaced, she didn't want to think about it.

(---)

Dieci was right, she didn't want to think about it. She was in the bathroom, cleaning up the room, being very thankful for paper towels and disposable diapers as she threw the last of the mess into the garbage bag, got up, and left the house, throwing it into the garbage can outside in the alley way. "Disgusting." She shuddered, went back to the house and started washing her hands and arms, scrubbing hard. She looked at Vivio, who was slightly pale, her eyes wide. "Your parents do this all the time?" Seeing her nod, Dieci shook her head. "I suddenly have more respect for any parent with babies."

"Amen," Cinque said reverently. She'd never been particularly religious, but that whole experience deserved a prayer of thanks for survival.

Vivio blinked.

"It isn't that bad, usually..."

"I have never seen a mess that horrible and smelly before." Dieci whimpered. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do that ever again.

Vivio yawned softly.

"Go to bed." Cinque ordered her.

"But, I need to take a bath, and I always bathe with Nanoha-mama or Fate-mama..."

Sighing, Cinque grabbed Vivio's hand and led her to the baths. "Will you be okay, Dieci?"

The taller girl nodded. "Yeah, just don't fall asleep."

"I won't, I won't. Keep an eye on the kids, all right?"

Dieci smiled. "Yes, mother."

Cinque chuckled.

(---)

Hours later, Nanoha, Fate and Yuuno found themselves at home, laughing softly as they walked into the house. "Shhh..." Fate smiled as they slipped their shoes off.

The other two nodded and looked into the living room, smiling as they saw Dieci and Cinque there, sleeping on the couch as they sat up, leaning on each other with Vivio on their laps, sleeping soundly, Alicia, Isamu and Sora in their carriers around the floor, half-empty bottles of water on the table.

Nanoha smiled softly. "You know, I think we made a good decision."

lol Poor Deici and Cinque. Still, it was a funny and cute chapter.

[Nanya01]

I should be in bed but...

The Omake Special is up on FF.Net.

[Nijiru]

@Nanya: Cute, and one typo I can see.

Cinque shook her head. "Dieci, please, they can't hurt you. They can't do anything more than gurgle, cry eat, drink, and mess their pants."

You're missing a comma or a 'm' there, your call.

[TheShinySword]

Originally Posted by Nanya01

...

We just got this done...

In one day...

Wow...

RadiantBeam and I are proud to present...

Day in the Life

Chapter 19

Magical Lyrical Babysitters

Royalties. I wants them.

[Nanya01]

Originally Posted by TheShinySword

Royalties. I wants them.

Ah ah ah! *Waggles finger* I cut it off before it got to Zafira!

@Nijiru: Yeah, missed the comma there.

[Nita]

Uhm.. Hi, newbie here xD

I've been following this thread for a while and I suppose it was time for me to show up or something.

So hello everyone and nice to meet you (:

And oh yeah, forgive my bad english ^^UU

[Rising Dragon]

Originally Posted by Liitha

Uhm.. Hi, newbie here xD

I've been following this thread for a while and I suppose it was time for me to show up or something.

So hello everyone and nice to meet you (:

And oh yeah, forgive my bad english ^^UU

It always amuses me how non-native English speakers always apologize for their bad English, even though they usually got it down pat while the native English speakers tend to destroy it on the 'net.

[GlancingReverse]

I know. When someone uses pretty good English, sometimes they apologize for it, yet when someone uses somewhat bad English, they never apologize.

[Nita]

Originally Posted by Rising Dragon

It always amuses me how non-native English speakers always apologize for their bad English, even though they usually got it down pat while the native English speakers tend to destroy it on the 'net.

Well, I think its because sometimes ppl tends to apologize before the "mistake" is made. You never know where said mistake is until someone tells you xD

[RadiantBeam]

Hi there, Liitha. Welcome to the thread. Hope you have fun here. ^^ Your English is very good.

[TheShinySword]

Originally Posted by RadiantBeam

You're English is very good.

The irony kills me.


And welcome to the board Liitha, hope you have fun

[RadiantBeam]

Originally Posted by TheShinySword

The irony kills me.

Thank God for edit buttons.

[GlancingReverse]

Someone mind explaining to me or do I have to wonder and stay curious for the rest of my life?

[Satashi]

Originally Posted by Liitha

Uhm.. Hi, newbie here xD

I've been following this thread for a while and I suppose it was time for me to show up or something.

So hello everyone and nice to meet you (:

And oh yeah, forgive my bad english ^^UU

Welcome! Lots of useful links under my signature :3 If you have any questions feel free to ask me ^_^

Originally Posted by GlancingReverse

I know. When someone uses pretty good English, sometimes they apologize for it, yet when someone uses somewhat bad English, they never apologize.

I always say "Nobody notices good grammar, but everyone notices bad grammar"

[XenahortCharybdis]

Originally Posted by Liitha

Uhm.. Hi, newbie here xD

I've been following this thread for a while and I suppose it was time for me to show up or something.

So hello everyone and nice to meet you (:

And oh yeah, forgive my bad english ^^UU

Nice to meet you too, and just so you know - We've seen way worse. As I see it, your english is all green and good to go.

Originally Posted by Satashi

I always say "Nobody notices good grammar, but everyone notices bad grammar"

That may or may not prove invalid in the next two decades or so, given the Rise of Netspeak, which is probably the single most effective and endemic corruption of the likes of pidgin ever.



And anyway...the main meat of random posto.

Random crack, inspiring by a certain pair of people.

Spoiler for Lolicon Source Text:

Originally Posted by XenahortCharybdis

In Light of all the Lights posted thus far, I have decided we need a little DARKNESS around here.

Thus, I have decided to push forward the posting of my OC by a few days.

Not so much a new one, but a reworking of an ancient idea to better crack less brains.

So...

presenting...

Spoiler for OC - Arcadia Souran, the Twilight Dancer, Remixed and Rematched:

Arcadia Souran
Callsign – Twilight Dancer
Age: ??
Height: 170cm
Weight: 47kg
Hair: Grey-black, usually held in place by 3 gold clips.
Eyes: Blue

Status: Unknown
Military Rank: Major
Mage Rank: AAA ~ ???
Threat Ranking: Alternating wildly between ‘Benign’ and ‘Bakemono (NB: monster)’

Spoiler for VERY Brief History:

A (Very) Brief History:

MC?? – Arcadia is born.

MC52 – becomes a member of the graduating Officer’s class of ’52.

MC53 – becomes commander of Enforcer Unit Origen Epsilon (E.U.O.E), nicknamed ‘The Black Mavericks’

MC54-55?? – Arcadia disappears off the map following an unknown incident; quite possibly a mission. This is definitely, though, not the end.

Spoiler for Social Traits:

Social/Character Traits:

Verbal Nail Gun: She has an uncanny ability to cut to the core of what people are trying to say, no matter how superfluous and convoluted it may get. (On the other hand, her ability at self-expression is so bad that it would take another Arkady to understand what she wants to bring across beyond the realms of the bare necessities and battle tactics.)

A Selective Lack of Awareness: When absorbed in doing something of a more mundane and slice-of-life nature than stomping the hell out of people, such as reading a book, or watching the hubbub of the day go by on some bench somewhere, Arkady becomes oblivious to her environment, and as a result may become so still that birds have been known to settle on her head and shoulders.

I Feel Like A Walking Anachronism… Sorely unaware of cultural, economic, political, military and fashion developments due to being nearly two decades behind the times, and finds modern societal trends such as co-opting work relationships, consumerism and cosplay to be utterly befuddling. This renders her somewhat susceptible to various actions of that order, as they either fly under her radar or way over her head.

Worthy Rival Radar Overdrive: In the presence of anyone above mage levels of AA+, her killing intent naturally increases, seemingly without any observable change in behaviour or expression for that matter. It doesn’t boil over, of course – that can wait till they get into the sparring arena. This trait is very much reduced when she is physically unwell for more than obvious reasons, and fluctuates depending on her existing relationship with the person.

Closet Lolicon: Has an inexplicable attachment to girls with looks, height and chest sizes that transcend age, puberty and characterization. Reactions upon sighting include picking said person up, scrutinizing them to corroborate the observable facts, and once a semi-working to working relationship is settled upon, petting, all with a relatively passive look on her face. Special: Physical Presence while doing aforementioned actions is capable of subduing almost any loli, no matter how dangerous she normally is. Well, almost.

Shutter Eye: Arcadia has photographic memory/eidetic memory – she forgets nothing she sees, including but not exclusive to, spells, actions, locations, words and maybe even What You Did Last Summer.

Passive Impassivity: Possesses a small range of facial expressions, ranging from Vaguely Unconcerned to Abject Apathy. Rare expressions include Pleasantly Perplexed, Pretty in Pink and Sinful, Indulgent Rage.

Half-Split Personality: Professionalism taken to unhealthy extremes results in clinical finishes and brutal efficiency seemingly impossible with her normal behavior set. Either that, or she’s definitely well trained. Maybe both.

Looks Like An Emo Goth: With her looks, look, outlook and her wearing her Barrier Jacket in public, who could think otherwise?

Would Make A Bad Housewife: Poor homemaking skills all-around – she has a lot to learn from certain people…But what the hell do you expect from someone who’s spent half her life in temporary holding areas anyway?

Rating: It’s…I don’t know. Overall, Arcadia is sparingly equipped to deal with life in society outside of battle, for reasons she cannot explain. Or cannot remember. Or both. That makes a great number of things that for which she can’t do either.

Spoiler for Combat Traits:

Combat Traits:

God, She’s Fast…! Arkady should never be expected to stand still. After all, a close range styled fighter without the usual shields and Panzergeist would be pretty much dead if they so much as drop their pace for an instant. Aiding her in this is her control of movement enhancement: she can shift the nature of the boosts by supplying the more refined and Resonance-capable Aether to a specific body part, allowing it to temporarily exceed by far the likes of Sonic Move and Flash Step in speed using the additional burst provided by the resulting Mana Resonance. A combination of such modifications allows her to pull off a string of attacks at a nigh unstoppable pace, to the point where standing within two meters of her is practically suicide even for skilled fighters.

Eyes From Hell: One stare from her is quite sufficient to give her opponents a rough idea of what’s she’s capable of, and if she only stares at you, she’s probably dropping a really big hint. Failure to comply will result promptly in a live demonstration, and another stare at whoever’s left. The advised course of action following this point is unclear, although shitting one’s pants, running screaming or half-assedly trying to draw and shoot at her have been proven to be non-negotiable bad ends.

Is Not Amused By Your Bullshit: Toying with her is not a good career extension option – full seriousness upon commencement of combat is strongly recommended should one desire survival. Preferring herself to cut straight to the chase, she frowns upon time-wasting, flashy attacks, or ‘that-wasn’t-my-true-form’ boasts: either way, she will kill you as many times as is necessary for you to shut the hell up. Abjectly brutal efficiency of said ignominious deaths can and will be enhanced by the aforementioned stupidities.

Has Seen It All: Being stuck in desperate corners, facing disproportionately skewed odds, slogging through blood and guts, and unspeakable whatnot else has made overpowered opponents, and formidable presences as dated as the reason why the chicken crossed the road.

Idiots Die First: As an adept tactician and strategist, Arkady has a keen sense of where exactly the points of weakness are in an enemy formation or strategy. Any obvious weakness or letting up in combat, or a stupid move, will almost certainly result in a mauling if you’re lucky, and a one way trip to the afterlife if you’re not.

Ruthless Serial Curbstomper: Do not expect any mercy when you’re on the ground half dead following her rampage; do not expect to survive the next few nanoseconds following your hitting the deck either – chances are she’ll step on your head –hard– while you’re down, or use you as a springboard to reach her next opponent: both mean that you’re probably going to need a cosmetic facial makeover, preferably based on your latest ID photo, before they can bear looking at you in the morgue, much less embalm you.

So What If That Was Low? As a member of the Black Mavs, her combat credo is practically devoid of any rules. That means examples of dirty fighting and sneak attacks, from the brilliant to the ridiculous (but all effective nonetheless), are all well and sundry for usage – so everything from low-blows to throwing hot sand in her opponent’s eyes (with the temperature upped some by a little magic) is a valid manoeuvre. So God Help Your Balls.

Rating: “…B-B-Bakemon-KEHK!!” On the battlefield, Arcadia is a completely different person from the mild-mannered, absent minded, air-headed if somewhat detached and icy NEET that she is in real life. She practically lives, eats and breathes ‘war’, far more so than anyone Nanoha and Co have met before, to the point where it is hard to say if she morphs into a brutal machine of death on the battlefield, or if she simply retreats into a safety zone outside of it. The only two ways to prevent a bloodbath in a battle she is involved in are probably to give her a fairly specific set of orders with various conditions to limit direct combat engagements – or simply to give her the opponent’s Ace to eat alive. That’ll do fine for afternoon tea. Maybe.

This duality of character is quite easily the primary reason for her complete loss as to what to do with even the fleeting peace that she enjoys at the Yagami residence…

…Hell if I know how they’re going to deal with her.

…Oh shit. Did I just say Yagami Residence?



YOU GUYS HEARD NOTHING!

*runs*

Spoiler for Unique Skill:

*snip*

Spoiler for Miscellanous Spells:

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Spoiler for Melee Combat Spells:

*snip*

Spoiler for Special Spells:

*snip*

Maybe if I can, I'll draw a picture and place it when I eventually update this thing again.

Anyway, it's way past bedtime here...

...Xena, out.

Shiny's response.

Originally Posted by TheShinySword

Hmm hmm hmm hmm *reading reading*
...

Closet Lolicon: Has an inexplicable attachment to girls with looks, height and chest sizes that transcend age, puberty and characterization. Reactions upon sighting include picking said person up, scrutinizing them to corroborate the observable facts, and once a semi-working to working relationship is settled upon, petting, all with a relatively passive look on her face.

.... *looks over Kaon, checks height and chest* hm.... Good luck *cheery creator skips off to leave creation to the lolicons*

You read too much and too deeply...

...Hence this is all your fault, Shiny, and then Tempest's.

So take responsibility for this, my first crack:

Spoiler for Lolicon Chronicle - Part I: That Girl, She's Dangerous!:

Part I: That Girl, She's Dangerous!

It was a day when all seemed well and sundry with the world. The sun was not too glaring, the winds not too strong, the weather neither scorchingly hot nor bitterly cold nor overly humid, and the newspapers not too sensational. In fact, for a certain Noland Reninger, it was almost too uneventful, but pleasantly so such that he'd allowed himself to start -naively, he knew, but still it gnawed- hoping somewhere that such a tranquil peace might remain.

Knowing where he stood, and where he was, of course, he shouldn't have dared to try, as a scream ripping through the air (and his fantasy), and the rapid thundering of feet on the ground were presently to prove. He sighed and stood up, preparing for the worst-

"NOLAAAAAAANDDDD!!!!!"

Thunk. He suddenly found an extra weight on his head: a large hat, fopping through the air, came to rest on his crown, albeit at a rather awkward angle.

"...Vita. What is this?"

Her reply: unceremoniously seizing one of the folds of his coat, and proceeding to dive for cover underneath it, like a soldier fleeing the shell-hell of no man's land for the trenches, glancing out like a frightened rabbit, and then, confident that whatever she'd been fleeing from was not going to rain on her parade again any time soon, reached out to retrieve her hat. And finding that she hadn't qite grown enough to achieve that yet when Noland was standing up straight.

Sensing her distress (not like it wasn't evident already), he handed her the oversized, which she accepted, surprisingly taciturn. "...Now, now. What's going on here-"

"Shu-shut-up! It's nothing! Just...let me...stay here for a while, 'aight?" Vita pouted. That expression, coupled with the fact that her face was now very nearly as red as the rest of her, made it hard for the already baffled Knight to refuse. Still, some clarifications were in order, perhaps: this was far too unusual to be discounted as a mere whim on her part.

"Whatever might you want to do that for-"

"I JUST WANT TO! None of your business!" Following the outburst, the Iron Knight, likely feeling rather embarrassed and altogether discomfited with herself, seemed to moderate her stance a little. "...A-Anyway, it's just for a while! So..."

"Alright." Noland held up a hand, as though attempting to restore order to her cacophony by doing just that. "I understand. Have a seat-"

He cut himself off, as two shadowy movements at the corner of his eye caught his attention, and two cries rang in his ears."NOLAAAN!"

He recognized them immediately, of course, but only that. That and the fact that they completely ignored him following an impressively long-ranged double submarine dive under his coat as well; launching instantaneously, full-steam into their own private little conversation. He sighed - it was something he still had yet to get used to, their ability to act as though they were the only two people in the world ever so frivolously...

"Aah, thank goodness!" Vivio's heavy breathing and heaving chest told him what they'd been doing before: running scared, no doubt. But from whom...or what?

"Yeah, what the hell." Syn concurred, as she swiped a line of pespiration off her forehead. "That was just...crazy."

"...Did we lose her?"

"I...I dunno."

"Y-You'd better have! If she appears ag-gain..."

"Don't even talk about it. Save your energy for then." That was rare. Someone had actually insinuated herself into the folds of his jacket without being noticed. There were only a select few who could accomplish that, even when his guard wasn't up. And to be small enough to fit into his coat in the first place...

"W-What the hell?!"

"KYAAAA--!!!! Where'd y-you come from, Kaon-chan?!"

"Damn, don't scare us like that!"

...In any case, no one seemed to be sharing his sense of calm: Vita was already pretty jumpy, and the sudden appearance of another person in between herself and Vivio understandably became a bigger shock to both of them than it otherwise would have been. Syn was the furthest from the new addition, but she seemed perturbed enough nonetheless.

"Sorry. Anyway. Reninger." Despite standing at an unimpressive 4-feet-nine, Kaon Jin looked oddly imposing for being the commonly-dwarfed party as she crawled out from under him and stood somewhat aloof, arms akimbo and stance unwavering. Only a slight flush on her cheeks, and the irregularity of her breath gave the lie to her usual unflappability, and shed some light upon the common nature of their threat and plight. "You're protecting us from her."

"...What?" 'She'. 'Her'. It was all too vague, too fast. "A moment please - Who is this person you all speak of? I'm afraid I won't be mounting a very appropriate defense unless I am told who the enemy is-"

"SHE'S A MONSTER!"

"...What? That wasn't particularly specific-"

Syn was first, leaping to fill in the blanks in his head. "She has long flowing black hair, like in the movies!"

"She's huge!"

"And she has freaking glowing eyes!"

"And she wears black, too. Not many people do that apart from Enforcers, and then again not all black." Kaon, mercifully, had the last say, bringing the rather noisy, disorganized and short-lived inquisition to an acceptably quiet close. It hadn't revealed much, but at least he was getting the idea. "That's all you need to know, right?"

Under any other circumstances, he would have told them that distinct facial features (preferably unobscured by mysterious light sources imagined or otherwise), a more preciese estimation of height and a little less screaming would have done them all a lot more good, both in terms of tactical advantage and secrecy, but the situation appeared to dictate otherwise - a niggling feeling at the back of his mind, a flash of instinct, told him that they were no longer alone.

It seemed he was going to be saved the time of thinking after all; the girls' expressions said as much, too, their rather superfluous gasps aside.

He turned slowly. And then stared.

What the hell was this?

A black ensemble. Long flowing hair of jet mixed with a mottle of greys, like a raven's wing. Fairly average for a woman not wearing any height enhancing footwear. A pair of blue eyes that burned as though with smouldering fire within. A face as pristine as porcelain china, and quite possibly as pale - and despite that, and what he was told, an aura of a complete airhead. She looked, in a word, lost: far from being a stalker, she looked as one stumbling into garish light from utter darkness, or perhaps more pertinently, like a child ambling about in some secret garden.

Most oddly, she seemed to have completely missed his presence, despite the fact that normally, a large man with four girls smuggled away in a billowing greatcoat would stick out like a sore thumb, to say the least.

"Talk about juxtaposition, eh?" Kaon rasped hoarsely from her new location at his lower left flank.

"Indeed, confusingly so. Kaon...enlighten me: what kind of monster is this, exactly?"

Staggered breath, the immortal next to him seemingly considering the veracity and appropriateness of her next statement. "...It's a LOLICON."

An awkward silence followed that, as the position of the Knight's eyebrows settled into a unique position of positional contrast. This was getting less and less comfortable by his standards. "...That...explains a lot-"

The youngest member of the Takamachi family frowned, befuddled by the colloqualism. "Wait. What's a lolicon?"

Another silence, as three pairs of incredulous eyes fell on Vivio.

"Well, it's a person who likes-"

Noland found himself stumbling over words, his mind a little too addled to to intercept that one. Only the intervention of the summoner, her thoughts much sharper and considerably less confused, prevented the other heterochromatic from shooting her mouth right off to what would surely be disastrous effects. "Not for the young, Syn. Actually, I correct myself: it's a miracle she doesn't already know."

"What d'you mean by that?!"

"Shuttup, you lot." Vita growled. "That girl's slow, but she ain't blind by a long shot-"

"Ah." The effect that the "monster"'s first congruous statement since her entry had was shockingly stupendous: in a flash, all conversation had ceased, and all heads had ducked back into the relative safety of his coat's interior. There were a few muffled cries of annoyance as they bumped and jostled each other in their haste, but nothing his gratituously long outer layer and the distance could not handle. Still, he did not quite see the point of their overly hasty retreat: it was a leaky cover at best, and the presence of 4 all-too-visible bulges in its topography of contours rendered whatever scant visual protection against an observing eye that it could originally provide to near-nothing. It was almost amusing, but they'd been noticed, and that was no cause for good humor.

He cleared his throat. There was only one thing to do. "Excuse me, miss, but these ladies here are currently my charge. As such, I would appreciate it if you would...Miss-"

[Code Zero Point Five: Guardian Crasher is Active.]

[O.P.F.O.R. Threat Level: Amazing-]

-Her presence, abruptedly, without warning, disappeared off the radar. "...?"

For an instant, every nerve in his body screamed their warning klaxons, painting his body on red alert. He hunkered down, prepared for surprises, and was unpleasantly surprised indeed to suddenly find his senses flooded up to their extremities by its reemergence mere inches from of his face. She was fast, and her aura by far larger for now having taken on that sense of purpose that it had hitherto lacked. A hint of a smile played across her face as she spoke, shattering the former spell of innocuous inscrutability with one far less evidently benign. "Knight...I've decided: We duel. Whoever wins, keeps them. But if you're busy, it's a no-contest: I keep them."

Her conditions for truce completed, she stepped back. "I'll pay if anything goes kaput. Reply soon, now."

Kaon just frowned as Noland turned, tacitly seeking counsel. "She's kind to pay damages...But you know who'll be paying if she wins, Reninger."

"True, though I feel that this situation is just not appropria..."

"You're the only one here who can do it, and she's challenging you anyway...This is your fight as much as it's our's: who's with me on that one?"

The Knight then found himself the bemused recipient of 5 diverse looks: a sharp, angry glare, two imploring looks and one fleeting glance of nebulous expression and intent; all different, but all of which polled one and the same. No referendum this was at any rate.

"Well, four votes to one...I think we have a majority."

Oh, hell, Noland sighed inwardly as he turned from the totalitarianism of the 'majority' to face the lady in black again. That was fast, and unexpectedly sore for a loss - but what was he to do anyway, refuse? It was futile from the beginning anyway, he knew. Right from the moment they chose him as their shield, this fate at least was already cast in stone. "A...all right. I accept your challenge." "So, when do we begin?"

"Well..." For a moment, that lost-child look returned again, as she considered the question. But only for a moment.

"...Introductions first...You're 'Nolan'. I'm 'Arkady'. And so-"

"-We start now." And then she was in first gear, screaming in at an amazingly tight angle following a pivot and a leap to his side, her outstretched right arm bearing down on his neck. Easy, almost, too easy: a block with his left arm, then snapping his wrist around to pull her down by the shoulder, the ominous pop sound serving as assurance that his force had been sufficient to dislocate it. He sprang forward, a hand reaching out for her face and the resulting pin-down-

-was she smirking?

"Too hasty to get on top, Knight." Her body arched backwards, and her legs disappeared from view; a bad sign. Twisting rapidly to his right as they both prepared to hit the deck, he winced as the edge of her boot bit mercilessly into his back in a bare-miss graze that ran cleanly down the curve of his sternum, missing the critical points by bare milimeters, even as Noland's own blow whistled past the side of her face, drawing blood as a two armored fingers caught her cheek squarely even as she flicked it out of the way. Wrenching herself free from his now loosened grasp, Arcadia hardly missed a beat as she rushed forward, breaking the sprint with a turn, and a faint blur of a kick - that went right right over his head, the momentum giving way to a second, straight needle kick. He could only raise his arms against the impact, praying they delivered.

They did so. Barely.

Snapping to his feet, he was greeted by the sight of her knocking her arm back into place, still wearing her impassive look. Someone similarly impervious to pain she was, perhaps. "Round one...ended."

[Initial OPFOR Rating Confirmed.]

"Indeed." She was good, no doubt about it...

[Status - Most Certainly Proceeding.]

"Round two now?"

...and pretty crazy too.

"You go, Nolan!!!"

"Kick her ass, damn it, what's takin' you?"

"Like I said; just win this and we all go home."

Not like his motley crew of makeshift cheerleaders were any better, of course.

Noland grinned, bitterly.

"Well...I don't seem to have a choice, do I?"

Spoiler for Notes:

OPFOR: OPposing FORce - a military simulation term. The ratings and advised courses of action are, of course, not real, and not something you should be trying at home.

Oh well, welcome, Noland, to the loli-doghouse: You'll survive as long as you can zenryoku zenkai being stuck between a rock and a hard place on a day-to-day basis, so good luck.

[AdmiralTigerclaw]

Crash's rampage heats up!
Gray is impotent...
And Nanoha's bad at phone conversations... or radio conversations...

Spoiler for C-C-COME ON!:

(Remember this is still playing.)

Subaru smacked into the ground lightly, her head still spinning from the blows she had taken. That was certainly new. Where Crash had managed to pull a combo from was anyone’s guess, but he wouldn’t catch her off guard a second time.

Speaking of the test pilot, Crash slammed into the ground a few dozen meters away, cracking the pavement as he did so. The cyborg sprang into action, charging him down. After what she’d experienced in this fight so far, she knew Crash wasn’t exactly a close combat hotshot. Keeping him pressed would keep him occupied until Vita and the others could help her nail him.

Dodging a snap barrage of his high speed magic bullets (When did he start shooting that fast?), Subaru closed in to anchor him with a nice punch.

The butt of the MFR came around and inside almost immediately, smacking her fist to the outside.

Fast!

Subaru ducked back just enough to avoid his backhand as he let go with one hand to swing at her, placing the MFR over his shoulder. Subaru went for the momentary opening, and took another swing.

Slapped to the outside again, countered with a right hook. Subaru ducked the swing and stepped into what equated to a vicious uppercut. Somehow, Crash managed to lean back enough to avoid the blow before stepping back to maintain a correct fighting stance. Then he followed up with a string of jabs and punches Subaru was forced to defend against by slapping away in a reverse fashion to what he’d just done. Subaru upped the pace by trying to counter with a basic guard-break style, arresting momentum and driving a suitable offensive, before the same guard-breaking move was reversed on her.
It then struck her that not only was Crash actually fighting at this point, but fighting with her in close combat rather effectively without relying on his armor. In which case that meant-

Inattentiveness is the enemy of battle, and in losing her focus, Subaru missed the telegraphed motion as Crash reversed into a spin that started as a hook, and elbow checked her in the side of the head. Subaru lost her balance, spinning to the side with the momentum of the strike. Staggering to stay on her feat, she realized through the blinking lights of her vision that she was wide open, and that never ended well.

She was right.


Erio was closing fast, and saw what Subaru could not. Just after Crash caught Subaru, he pretty much unwound onto his right leg. The pilot refused to stop and give Subaru any time to collect herself. No sooner did her come to a halt then did his arms start wrapping the opposite direction. Pushing off his heavily planted foot, he brought it up, and around.

The kick was awkward for the angle it was started at, but it conserved the momentum of Crash’s offensive none-the-less. Crash performed a complete three-sixty revolution and managed to clip Subaru in the side. The cyborg was taken off her feet and tumbled out of reach.

Erio charged in intending to take some pressure of Subaru. He knew he could take Crash long enough for Vita to help.

But still, Crash continued to surprise. He recovered from his kick and immediately grabbed the MFR from his shoulder with one hand, spun, and aimed the rifle directly at Erio.
The boy dodged instantly upon seeing the barrel leveling on him, even as three thermal rounds barely missed hitting him in the face. His direct attack halted, he landed and took up a guard stance. Good thing he trained with Signum a lot. Erio immediately threw up a barrier as a mix of thermal Shriek, and Percussion rounds pegged him. He’d never get close to Crash and managed to fight him on even terms at this rate.

Still, it gave Subaru the time she needed to get to her feet. If the girl was anything, it was tenacious and durable. She rushed Crash while his back was turned, intent on tackling him from behind to pay him back for that punch.

It was almost like he heard her thoughts as the MFR suddenly swung up and around, the pilot gripping the barrel with his free hand and switching his grip like a trained professional. His head snapped around and the next move as he stepped into it was obvious, and also unavoidable.

‘KABLAM!’

It was just like when Vita got a blow in because you let your guard down. Like every bone in your body, even the ones made of titanium, were going to snap, and no matter what you did, you couldn’t help but scream in pain, even if you had no air in your lungs. That was the feeling as Crash axe-handled her with the butt of the MFR, hitting hard enough to instantly drop her into the asphalt and crack it from the impact force of her own body.

Man, this was going to be sore tomorrow…


Erio jumped into motion, the moment the barrel was off him, but kept the results of Subaru’s charge in mind. He jabbed with Strada, aiming to catch Crash flatfooted, but to no avail. The pilot continued to seem to read the moves before they occurred, and was airborne, jumping actually, backwards, and upside down.

Erio pulled Strada in, and Crash landed and struck with the MFR again, seemingly intent on smashing the boy’s face. Rolling Strada around, Erio did the best he could to get back into a correct stance but was forced to make his way there incrementally by fighting with Strada like a quarter staff. This close in, he could hear a distinct high whining sound coming from Crash’s armor.

“He’s full driving!” he snapped, jumping clear of the pilot.
He immediately grimaced, exchanging close combat with the armor for well-aimed rifle bolts. There was no true safe distance fighting the armor, that much was certain.


Subaru looked up from the asphalt where she was laying and grimaced. Full Driving? No wonder she got smacked down. Pushing herself up, there was a twinge of pain in her left shoulder where the last blow had landed. Her arm was stiff, and didn’t want to move. Reaching with her other arm, she grabbed it tenderly and noted a lump where it shouldn’t be. Getting one’s shoulder dislocated definitely ranked a blow up there with Vita’s best. With a quick pull, there was a satisfying pop, and the pain subsided, motion returning to her arm.
This was definitely going to be sore.


Subaru’s sudden motion when she popped her shoulder into place caught Crash’s attention. The pilot came around quickly on the more or less prone cyborg and immediately fired. Subaru only had enough time to watch him spin to realize she really needed to put up a barrier. It worked, but only just. Amid the surprise of such a hasty shot when she was already down, an armored fist made quick work of shattering the defensive measure and grabbed her by the hand she’d held up. Crash threw her like a rag doll, directly at Erio.

“What the-“

The young knight himself was in no position to avoid it, and was forced to catch Subaru, landing firmly on his rear and dropping Strada in the process.

“What’s the matter with you!” Subaru began, looking at Crash. “You don’t attack someone when they-“

‘RATATAT!’

They both heard the sound and saw three red magic cartridge shells clatter on the ground, Crash aiming the MFR directly at the both of them, an obvious charging buster. Erio managed to voice his opinion.
“YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT?!”


“ARE YOU INSANE?!” Vita screamed as she charged in. “CEASE FIRE!”

Crash flowed into the new attack from Vita as if it were his intent all along, a blue-white buster ripping forth at her as if to spite the comments she’d just made. It reminded her strikingly of the time when she’d almost had Nanoha blow her to kingdom come!

‘BOOM!’

“Go go GO!” Erio shouted at Subaru as he Recovered Strada. Vita grimaced as she bounced off a building, the barrier she threw up blocked the brunt of the beam, but had thrown her anyway.

“I think he’s lost it!” Subaru shouted, as they dodged several MFR shots.

“He lost it earlier!” Vita snarled. “This is totally bat-shit insane!”

“We need to stop the exercise,” Erio yelped as a percussion-round nipped by. “Something’s clearly wrong!”

“I got this babe!” a new voice suddenly chimed in. Someone quite quick on their feet blurred past, landing lightly behind Crash.

Vita resisted the urge to stare incredulously when she realized who it was. Was he insane?


Gray smirked as he placed a hand on Crash’s shoulder.
“Watch how a master ninja handles this,” he winked. “HEY! Take it easy!”
Crash lowered the MFR to glance at the newcomer…
“It’s just practice man, chill out.”

Crash let go of the MFR and raised his arm back, a fist balled.

“Oh…” Gray began, his eyes getting big.

‘WHAM!’

“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiii-“ he wailed, as he got put through the wall of a nearby building. Vita winced, but suppressed a satisfied smirk at the sound of several loud crashes and the distinct chord of snapping metal that could only be a structural support beam.


“I’m okay!”


Part of the building collapsed, this time Vita winced.

“I’m still okay!” Came a muffled response.





‘RATATAT!’

Vita returned her attention to Crash, the MFR was up, another buster charging, aimed at Subaru, who was gawking at Gray’s stupidity.

“IDIOT!” Vita shouted! “Don’t stand still!”

Subaru’s head came about and saw the charge, and she immediately dove to the side as the beam tore through her former position, ripping a hole in another building like paper. Erio saw his opening and charged in once more, if only to distract Crash from Subaru long enough to…

Distract him from Subaru?

Vita charged over to the Cyborg girl as fast as she could as Erio began to lose ground against the armor, and grabbed her, yanking the both of them down behind a parked car.

“What did you do to him!?” she snarled, making no attempt to control her irritation. Subaru looked shocked.

“What?!”

“He’s after YOU!” Vita shook the taller girl by the shoulders. “Tell me what happened right before he started this!”

“I- I don’t know!” Subaru responded, afraid Vita was going to be angry with her. “I was trying to break his barrier with my IS to get a good blow when he made this funny sound, and the next thing I know I’m on the receiving end of more combo moves than a fighting game! That’s all I swear!”


Vita swore under her breath. There had to be more to it than just freaking out over combat. The guy could handle six to one odds against Combat Cyborgs but loses it against just one? There had to… Be.

“No…” Vita breathed. “There’s no way.”

“What?” Subaru asked, Vita’s sudden mood swing was confusing to watch.

“Remember your Combat Psychology course?” The Knight asked.

“Yeah,” Subaru replied. “Why?”

“I think I just figured it out,” the Knight grimaced. “And it’s both our faults!”




“Vita to Nanoha!” the voice crackled.

‘BOOM!’

Nanoha dove below the blow as it swooped by Signum. When Lynn said that Nanoha was still the target, she made sure to live up to her word. For every attack she threw at Signum, there was a follow up planned for her.
Signum made no excuses, and seemed to enjoy the pressure of trying to cover Nanoha and press the fight against the Shock Enforcement Specialist. Levantine cracked like a whip in snake form as she tried to snare the silver haired mage. Yet Lynn evaded and kept her battle axe moving, resulting in a snap that shattered a length of one-hundred feet right off a building. It was no surprise that despite landing a few glancing blows, neither had yielded an opening for a decisive hit. As Nanoha watched, Signum was taking it like a practice fight with Fate, albeit more brutal. Lynn was fast like Fate, but relied on fewer tricks and more raw close combat skill.

“NANOHA!”


Over the sound of ripping concrete, it was hard to catch Vita’s words, but Nanoha responded as she zoomed through debris raining down as dust and gravel.

“Go ahead!”


“It’s crazy over here!” Vita snapped. “Crash has-“

‘BOOM!’

Nanoha barely evaded that Impact attack by planting Raising Heart into the wall and leveraging off it. Signum shot in between her and Lynn and threw her Scabbard into the mix.

“-and he’s fighting like some kind of crazed demon!”

“Good!” Nanoha smiled, dropping away from the two combatants. “I knew he had it in him.”

“WHAT?!” Vita’s voice crackled back. “I don’t think you understand! He’s completely lost-“

‘Clang!’

Signum managed to leverage Waldron out of Lynn’s grasp. Nanoha absent-mindedly batted the Axe back up to them as it came twirling down. Lynn rebounded off the wall of the building and grabbed it.

“-going through cartridges like water-“

Batting the Axe back proved to be a silly move as Lynn came ripping down at her, her hand flashing as another Mjolnir Impact flared up. Nanoha was forced to Flash Move away from the Axe as the sidewalk below her received the attack, exploding into a tower of concrete debris and dust.

“-at risk!” Vita finished.


“Mou…” Nanoha mulled for a brief moment as Signum hit where Lynn had landed with a projectile attack. “Just keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t overdo it with those Cartridges… We don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I’M NOT CONCERNED ABOUT HIM GETTING HURT!” Vita snapped back.

“That’s not very Professional of you Vita,” Nanoha chided, then zipped skyward as Lynn erupted from the dust cloud. “I know you better than that too… You can handle it.”

“But-“

“Can’t talk anymore,” Nanoha cut her off. “If I let myself be distracted anymore, Captain Bardou’s going catch me.”

“WAIT- NANOHA!”

[LINE CLOSED]


Nanoha broke left just in time to avoid the Blur of Lynn as she ripped by. Signum shot across from another angle, Levantine expelling a cartridge as they did so.

Two things I'm doing here. One, is that throughout all of this, Crash is not to stop moving. The other is that since his brain is currently out to lunch, there IS no Crash's Perspective.

As a musical timing note... The first 'KINGDOM COME!' in the song is puposefully alligned with the moment Vita uses the same words in the paragraph.
The 'c-c-COME ON!' that follows up there would be about the moment Gray takes it in the face. (3:02 and 3:16 respectively)

Vita's conversation with Subaru and the 'Phone Conversation' with Nanoha should occure in the soft interlude in there but end with time to spare in it at 4:10.

I plan to have this scene pick up the pace even more from here until Auto-Crazy-Crash is going all out against the forwards, a dragon, three Shock Enforcers, and Vita... (That's nine on one) By that time they're just hoping to 'bury him in bodies'...

And then I end the chapter... anticlimacticly.

[Keroko]

Ahh... not paying good attention to an obviously panicking Vita, I know you have your own problems to worry about but that's not very profesional trainer behavior, Nanoha.

In other news, I'm still looking for a good moment in Vivid to introduce it (maybe next chapter will give an opening?), but after slaving away behind the computer in the bits of free time I had the past few weeks, I really wanted to get this outa here. I already posted this in OC, but since I know there are people here that have more than a slight interest in Syn, here you go.

Spurred by Vivio's teasing and petting, I present to thee: Vivid Syn, now in teenage form.

Spoiler for imagery:

It's a good thing ten year olds aren't that worried about chest sizes yet. Vivio still has (and will probably always have) her beat in that regard.

Her device, Belkan of course, is a device created by Syn herself (although with the help and resources of the more experienced Shari and Aurion). Helskor specializes in enhancing her leg strength. This makes Syn quite fast, while maintaining a solid defense. On the downside, she has little in the way of ranged attacks beyond standard Belkan ones (which, really, don't have that much range either), and zero flight capability, though she managed to partially circumvent that last weakness by taking a leaf out of her teacher's book and partially mimicking Nove's Airliner, creating small platforms in mid-air for her to stand on and kick off, giving her limited aerial capabilities.

I kept the name Helskor, because where it was a cool name for her former bow, it is now an even more appropriate name here. In Norse mythology helskór ("hel-shoes") were put on the dead so that they could go to Valhalla.

[Satashi]

Originally Posted by Keroko

Spoiler for imagery:

So she also have a teenage mode?

*looks at pic*

mmm.... so easy to continue her flat-chested jokes. I like the idea of her boots and speed as well.

I was actually thinking of re-writing Vivid, like how my 6th Division re-wrote StrikerS. If I do (After I finish redemption *halo), mind if I throw in Syn from the start of the re-make?

Spoiler for Oldschool'd Teenage!Syn: