Chrono had to resist the urge to rub his temples. “So you’re telling
me that even after we spend days looking for her… you found her by running into her?”
Vita nodded.
“Literally?”
The girl glared “What, you want me to give you a detailed description of how we landed on top of eachother?”
And anger the red-head with a giant hammer? Pass. “No need, just tell me what happened after that.”
“Well that’s the strange thing.” Vita said as she scratched her head. “She just gave up.”
“Gave up?”
“Yeah, she said something about ‘losing the game’ and then just gave up.”
This time Chrono didn’t even bother to suppress the sigh. “Amy, call the captain. And Kevin too.”
The debates, queries and paperwork that followed Vita’s accident took a little while to complete, but
two days later Lindy, Chrono, Amy and Kevin sat down at the table, on the other end was the recently
captured Material-A.
Kevin, for his part, was less surprised this time the call came. With Shana, Lilia and Diana he figured it
was only a matter of time before the fourth girl showed up. Like the others, she was… very much like
Keroko, and yet very different at the same time. Where Keroko’s hair was a fiery red color tied into a
quick ponytail, Material-A’s hair was midnight black and flowing behind her. And where Keroko’s eyes
were sky-blue, hers were piercing scarlet.
“With all these people here, I guess that means my fate has been decided?” the girl asked. Her voice
held no sign of despair, but instead Kevin could hear… curiosity?
“Yes” Chrono answered “but before we proceed, I want to ask you once more, why did you not surrender
when you were defeated?”
Material-A folded her arms and leaned back. “It was a choice between freedom or jail. Given my…
heritage, I probably wouldn’t spend much time behind bars, but being used as a portable missile for
the military to toy with is not exactly my idea of freedom either.”
“And yet you surrendered the moment you were found.” Chrono countered.
“I prefer not to fight useless fights, in my condition back then I would have lost to that knight regardless
of circumstances.”
Kevin didn’t buy it. Those eyes weren’t the eyes of someone who had accepted her punishment. And from
the looks of it, Chrono wasn’t fooled either, nor Lindy, who reached over the table and gently took hold of
Material-A’s hand.
“You shouldn’t tell lies to people” the green haired captain said in a gentle voice as she looked the girl
straight in the eyes.
Material-A held the older woman’s gaze for a few seconds, but eventually wilted and sighed.
“Allright. My plan was to get captured, get send to whatever facility is used to keep people like me, and
then bide my time to either escape or climb the ranking ladder to the point where I have enough
freedom to lead a semi-decent life.”
A single snort came from Chrono’s side of the table. “There are so many flaws in the plan, I don’t even
know where to begin.”
Material-A pulled away from Lindy’s hands and glared at Chrono. “If you’ve got a better idea I’m all ears.”
“Good. Because we do.”
Material-A narrowed her eyes. “I’m listening.”
Amy spoke up this time. “We find someone to adopt you. That way, you can live a peaceful life under the
protection of your guardian.”
Material-A shook her head. “That was plan 4. But who would take in a program created solely for
destruction?”
“We found someone for your sisters…” Amy threw up in defence.
That seemed to bring a big change to Material-A. The girl kept blinking in confusion for a full five seconds,
before she leaned back in her chair and rested her chin on her right hand. While she remained quiet,
Kevin could see in her eyes that she was thinking, running the idea past her other plans.
The girl remained quiet for half a minute before she spoke again. “I… would like to meet this person.”
If there ever was a cue to speak up, this was it. Of course, three sets of eyes quickly shifting towards him
probably ruined the surprise. “I am that person. My name is Kevin, nice to meet you.”
Material-A’s scarlet eyes seemed to flicker all over him as she took a look at him. Her voice was low, as if
she was talking to herself more than others. “No rank, no uniform. Civilian then. No apparent magical or
physical training… that apron… a chef?”
Sharp. “Yes, I’m a civilian chef.”
“My… sisters, how are they doing?”
“They are doing fine; they’re adjusting to their new lives though, so it’s a bit rocky sometimes.”
Material-A fell silent again before speaking. “Mister Kevin, I am Sekai no Messatsu, World Annihilation,
Material-A, whatever you want to call me. Would you be willing to take me in as you did my sisters?”
Kevin nodded. “I can’t promise a life of luxury, and you will have to do some things you might not want to,
such as school, but I can promise you that you will be able to choose the way you want to live your life.
You’ll live with me and your sisters as family, not as tools.”
The girl let out a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes, opening them Kevin could see a
newfound vigour in them. “Then I say yes.”
A clapping of hands brought the attention back to a smiling Lindy. “Then if you’d like to sign here, we
can make it official.”
Kevin looked back at Material-A. “You said I could choose to call you what I liked, right?”
Material-A nodded, a spark of curiosity lightening her eyes.
Kevin thought back on what he had seen of this girl so far, a sharp girl, a planner and a speaker. “Athena.”
“Athena, wisdom and strategy.” Athena grinned, quite pleased with the game.
“Then let’s fill in the documents so we can go home.” Kevin said as he handed her the pen. Athena began
writing with gusto.
Home was waiting.
Ha-ha! See? I produced something. I told you I'd get something eventually. Now it's time to break some backlog.
*while running of, something drops out of Keroko's pockets*
Spoiler for A Quick Snack: Snackery Omake:
While walking home, Kevin reminded himself of something he noted during
the questioning.
"Athena."
"Hmm?"
"Remember when Amy told you about the adopting?"
"Yeah?"
"You told her back then that adopting was your 'plan 4'"
"Uh-huh?"
"What plan was 'getting captured?'"
"34."
Kevin almost stopped dead in his tracks. "34?"
"Yeah, plan 1 through 3 were various forms of suicide rushing the TSAB and going out in a blaze of glory. But then,
I didn't really want to die so I scratched those. Plan 5 and 6 were two ways of trying to pin the blame of someone
else. 5 on a criminal, 6 on a TSAB operative. Plan 6 was an auto-failure, nobody would believe me over one of their
own no matter what story I thought up. Plan 5 would have had a good chance, but I couldn't find a criminal, and it
wouldn't help my being a non-human either. Plan 7-"
"I think I get it." Kevin interrupted. A planner indeed, Kevin wondered what kind of spice this girl's personal mix would
add to his life.
Also, yay naval battles. Maybe I should pick up that old 'Tesla gets a ship' plot again.
You could use the ship Noland came in with: the Belkan Swordship "Damocles." Riddled with Lost-Tech and decidedly illegal weapon systems, it is the last working example of Belka's violent past.
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Well then, I forgot to post this in here, a few days late it may be. Still, better late than forgotten:
It would be absurd to assume that a “family” tethered together by legal documents would live
“happily ever after.” Indeed, even with the newly acquired living space (to which they were all
thankful for) everything was not wonderful, just as Kevin expected it to be. The girls seemed to
have trouble settling in, raising a ruckus and threatening to break down the walls just for minor
things. At least, that’s what Material-L, now Lilia, did whenever something she wanted was
denied (usually a sweet of some sort). Material-D, Diana, was a mouthy sort and complained
about every little thing, from the lack of silk bedsheets to wanting champagne to go with dinner.
Material-S, Shana, was the quietest of all three, the most polite and pragmatic of them, but she
was also the most mysterious. It was difficult to tell what she wanted, often giving that blank,
stoic look to every situation. Fortunately, she was also good at corralling her sisters into behaving.
And how thoughtful Shiro and Momoko were to give him the week off, so as to allow him time
to help the girls adjust. But now, Kevin was wondering if one week was enough.
5:40AM
Habit made the chef an early riser, and despite his body’s desire for more sleep, Kevin crawled
out of bed as the sun peeked over the urban jungle of Uminari City. Brushing teeth, a quick
shower, a struggle to get some clothes on, he was still drowsy when he half-stumbled-half-
walked into the kitchen area. There, he found an increasingly common sight.
“Oh. Shana, you’re up early again.”
“Good morning, Father,” the girl greeted, looking up from the morning newspaper. It was an
unusual habit she picked up, but this way she was learning about current events and society.
Kevin blinked, still unused to that title. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. Lilia continues to sneak into my bed at times, however.”
“Heh. That’s adorable,” Kevin chuckled quietly. “She’s not bothering you, though?”
Shana shook her head. “No, but sometimes she sneaks into Diana’s bed, and she is less than
appreciative of the disturbance.”
“I wonder if she has a cuddling issue…” Perhaps visiting the toy store for a bear or something
similar would be prudent. For that matter, a trip to the clothing store would be a good idea too.
For now, the girls had a few borrowed sets from Nanoha, Fate, and Hayate, but his newfound
daughters would want to establish their own sense of fashion.
“I think we will go shopping today, to buy you three clothes of your own,” Kevin announced,
looking at Shana for approval, “Does that sound good?”
“The others must be awake by now,” she slipped out of her chair. “Please excuse me. They
have… difficulties dressing in the morning.”
“They do?” Kevin looked at Shana with a raised eyebrow. “Why would they have issues?”
“Diana is lazy, and Lilia is a dunce. Neither are capable of doing it themselves,” Shana gave her
adopted father a flat, completely unamused stare, one that invoked a slightly stronger chuckle.
“Alright. Go wake your sisters. I’ll prepare breakfast. Does muesli sound good?”
“I have trust that whatever you make will be good.”
Kevin blinked again, watching his adopted daughter walk off. The girl was difficult to read, but
she seemed to accept him well enough. It was heartwarming, in a way, to have Shana’s trust so
quickly, as well as the title of “father.”
Well, it would do no good to ruin that trust, would it? If there was one thing he could do well, it
was making sure that the girls stayed well-fed.
4:30 PM
“I’m bored.”
“Yes, Lilia. You have said that many times now.”
“But I’m bored!”
“We were just at the department store. Go try on those clothes we bought.”
“But~ I’m~ Bored~!”
“Cease your complaints! I cannot hear myself taking over the world!” Diana screeched, her
patience at its end. The silver-haired girl sat in front of a desktop computer, the gaily colored
screen showing some sort of terrain with various submenus overlaying the land. Upon the fertile-
looking land, tiny men labored to build a town. This “game” was rather entertaining, the potential
for taking over land from opposing cultures rather befitting a king.
There were several footsteps, and Diana felt someone watching her over her shoulder.
“You’re not even out of that peninsula! How are you taking over the world?”
“One does not dominate all of existence in a blink, fool. A kingdom rises from humble roots and
grows into magnificence.”
“…Like a tree?”
A sigh. “Yes, Lilia, like a tree. A great, big, world-conquering tree.”
“That’s a weird tree.”
Indeed.
Diana tolerated her sister’s presence for a while, though her presence gradually bore down on
her. The incessant questions and occasional bad advice about what to build or develop next
didn’t help to sooth her rapidly deteriorating patience either. Finally, the clone tore her eyes
from the screen and glared at Lilia, “Do you have anything else better to do?”
“Nope!” Lilia answered with a smile.
If she could, Diana would have buried her face in her hands, but as it was her base was under
attack by pagans, and that was not cool. “Why don’t you go bother Shana?”
“Kay!” the blue haired girl skipped off to another part of the apartment. Whereas Diana busied
herself with being a 400 BC Alexander, Shana was found in the kitchen, cautiously stirring a pot
of… something.
“Whatcha doing, Shana~?”
“I am preparing soup,” the short-haired one replied in monotone.
“What kind?”
“Father calls it minestrone. He told me to stir it ‘every now and then.’”
“What’s that mean?”
“I do not know. I have decided to stir every fifteen minutes.”
What a serious and hardworking girl.
“No, I mean ‘mee-na-sta-lo-ne,’” the poor girl butchered the foreign word.
“It is ‘minestrone,’” Shana corrected her sister, tapping the spoon a few times on the pot’s edge
before setting it aside. “Father describes it as an Italian soup with seasonal vegetables and a rich broth. It smells good.”
She was there when the soup was just started, a pot of broth and uncooked vegetables. Over
time, Shana bore witness to the gradual transformation from simple, cut up ingredients into a full,
rich soup. The smells, especially, were the most dramatic.
“Is it done yet? I’m hungry!”
“No, not yet. Father said to let it simmer until supper time.”
“Why do you call him ‘father?’ He’s not your real dad.”
“He is our legal guardian, and since he has adopted us, he is our father.”
“But he’s not related to us, right? Not even Diana thinks so!”
“Bow before my army!” came the distant reply. “Bow before Diana the Great! Ohohoho~!”
… Well, at least she was getting megalomania fix.
The two stared at their sister for a moment before returning to each other, Lilia speaking up first,
“See? She doesn’t even accept him yet!”
“The fact that she refers to herself as Diana means she has accepted him,” the short-haired girl
peered into the gently bubbling pot. “Had she not, our situation would be not nearly as peaceful
as it is.”
“You sound like you like him!”
“Gratitude and respect can infer ‘liking,’ if that is what you meant. You too should be thankful; we may have easily have become tenants of the state, rather than citizens.”
“What do you have against him, Lilia? Do you not like him?”
“I just… I don’t know,” the girl’s shoulders sagged, as if she were carrying a heavy weight. “I just don’t want to be left alone… I don’t want to be separated… I heard someone talking about that on the ship, you know? It’s so scary…”
Lilia was shivering.
“Silly girl,” Shana pulled the blue-haired girl into a hug. “Remember what he said? He would not leave us alone. I, for one, trust him on that.”
“…” Lilia was slow to return the hug, but tightly her arms wrapped around her sister. “…I hope so too.”
“FOOLISH BARBARIANS! THIS LAND IS NOW MINE! BOW BEFORE ME!”
6:30 PM
“I’m hungry~!”
“Why must you complain about everything?”
“Because I’m hungry~!”
Click-clack! The front door’s lock unlatched, opening to reveal the sole male of the house.
“I’m back~” Kevin announced as he stepped into his abode, a brown paper bag cradled in one
arm. “I brought dessert~”
He was slightly disappointed that only Shana came to greet him, but that was to be expected.
Diana was a little too engrossed at dominating cavemen, while Lilia was strangely silent. Not
even the mention of dessert had her excited, which was a little disconcerting.
“Welcome home, father,” Shana greeted, earning a smile from the older man. The thoughts about
Lilia were pushed to the side.
“Shana, how’s the soup?” Kevin stepped towards the kitchen, breathing in deeply the room’s
bouquet.
She copied the older man’s actions, “It smells good.”
He set the bag down on the counter, chuckling at the girl’s Spartan response, “How does it
look?”
“It looks good.”
A small white box came out from the brown bag. “Heh, you worked hard on it, didn’t you?”
She nodded, “It will taste good.”
“Fantastic,” Kevin mirrored Shana’s nod and pulled out a crusty loaf of bread, still warm from
the oven. “Get your sisters. We’ll eat dinner now.”
“Yes.”
Meals were usually a quiet and uneventful time of the day. Kevin quickly picked up on the little
quirks that each of his girls had. Lilia was the easiest to figure out: though not picky with her
food, she disliked bitter things and adored sweets. Desserts were a part of a complete meal,
even at breakfast and lunch, and God forbid you deny her cake. On the flipside, restricting
dessert was a good deterrent for misbehaving. She also had a propensity towards poultry,
especially chicken. Fried, roasted, baked, she loved that bird; pot pie night was her favorite.
Shana was almost clinical in her analysis and deconstruction of food, though truth be told meals
were exotic adventures in taste and texture. Every flavor, every sort of cuisine amazed her.
Nary an ingredient did she not question and examine, a trait that Kevin found endearing. Being
born into the world as is, Shana’s experience seemed incomplete, though this likely meant the
same for her sisters. Diana seemed to be the pickiest of the three, but fortunately her tastes
were not excessive. Too hot, too cold, too spicy, there was always something wrong with
whatever food was given to her. Yet, eat she did, grudgingly accepting that what she had was
all that was available. She never seemed completely pleased, but never wholly disappointed
either.
Tonight’s meal, minestrone with fresh bread, made for a surprisingly active conversation. The
girls were happy that they had gone on that shopping trip, secretly eager to try on their new
clothes, especially Lilia. Shana tried a number of ways to change how her soup tasted, be it
dipping the bread in the broth, eating soup then bread, even bread straight. An extra dollop of
extra virgin olive oil, a sprinkle of pepper, her curiosity seemed to have no bounds. Diana
boasted of her exploits, having crushed a number of burgeoning civilizations and merged them
with her own. Apparently the entire east coast of what would be known as North America was
in her control.
What strange daughters he had, but better as girls than warriors.
Dessert, a cake from the Midoriya, was well accepted, and the following clean-up was usually
a team effort (Diana took position as quality inspector). Afterwards, Kevin made an
announcement:
“It took some time and a little work, but we’ve managed to finish your paperwork for Earth,”
the cook announced as he placed a towel down. The girls’ attentions were all drawn to him.
“As such, starting next week, each of you will be transferred to Seishou Elementary School.
You’re going to school.”
The reactions he got were close to what he expected: indifference from Diana and muted
interest from Shana, but Lilia’s was slightly off. Off as in she suddenly transformed into her
Barrier Jacket and summoned her device to her hands. Though her sisters watched in alarm,
Lilia hefted her weapon rather threateningly, causing Kevin to take an unconscious step back.
“You’re just sending us away?!” the girl shrieked, her eyes wide.
“Hey, calm down,” Kevin spoke as calmly as he could. Though outwardly he seemed only
slightly worried, his heart was thundering a mile a minute, and he was struggling to not shake at
all. The girl in front of him appeared only nine-years-old, yet she was the most terrifying thing
the chef had ever seen.
“I am calm!”
“Not while swinging that thing around,” Kevin eyed the axe-like device, something that could
break him in half easily. “Put that away.”
“No! I don’t want to go! You can’t make me!”
A worried Shana took a step towards her sister, “Lilia, please stop this. You are overreacti—”
“You’re not going away forever, Lilia,” the older man had his hands out placatingly as he took
a step towards her. “It’s just during the day, and you’ll be with everyone else—”
“Shut up! You’re not my dad!” she screeched, Vulnificus lashing out viciously. Though she was
a tiny girl, her arms were not even as thick as the older man’s wrists, her strength was still
incredible. For that reason, Kevin found himself scrambling to avoid being struck by the device.
For the most part, he did dodge the bladed axe-head of Vulnificus. However, a small part of
the weapon clipped him in the ribs. He was knocked off his feet, set bodily head over heels into
the wall behind him. Crash! The wall groaned as Kevin bounced off the wood and plaster,
leaving a sizable crater in the wall.
“Nnngh,” he groaned, a sign that he was still alive.
The indifferent Diana, silent earlier, uncharacteristically rushed over to the fallen man, beating the
shocked Shana to their guardian. A quick look-over, then she whipped her head over to give
Lilia a rather scathing glare, one that the girl flinched at, “What were you thinking?! He’s a
human, completely unlike us! What you even thought of what could happen if he were to die?!”
“I-I…”
“You fool! What are you doing raising a hand against—”
“Stop. Don’t yell at her,” Kevin’s voice, though weak, could still be heard.
Diana turned her attention back her guardian, her brow furrowed in indignation and… worry?
“But—”
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” he muttered, shakily pushing himself off the floor, “Ugh, that was tough.
Don’t worry, really. It just hurts a bit.”
A warm viridian glow encompassed the silver-haired girl’s hand, “Sit still, then. I will heal you.”
“No, it’s okay. Let me deal with this,” Kevin said, looking at Diana, “Please.”
A number of emotions were visible on Diana’s face, changing from confusion, to frustration,
then finally at tired acceptance, “If you stop interrupting me, fine. But don’t blame me if you
ache in the morning. Really, rejecting my help after I so graciously offered! You had better
appreciate my generosity, servant!”
“Thank you,” the man smiled and patted Diana’s head, causing a blush to form on her cheeks.
With one final push, Kevin managed to stagger to his feet. His steps were unsteady, though
Shana quickly came to support.
“Father, I am sorry, I could not…” she trailed off, looking pleadingly at Kevin. “Please do not
be too harsh on her.”
“It’s alright. I just want to talk to her,” he patted her on the head as well.
“A-ah…” Lilia, speechless, could only watch as Kevin limped towards her. A limp that she
caused…
When he stood in front of her, he kneeled down so he could close to eye level. Though Kevin
tried to look at her in the eyes, she couldn’t meet his gaze. Material-S, Material-D, they
seemed to side with him instead of her. Was she wrong? Or were they blind? She didn’t know.
What she did was that she harmed someone she shouldn’t have, and everyone was angry at her.
Head bowed, looking away, Lilia was ready for whatever punishment this man would bestow.
But to her surprise, Kevin pulled her into a hug. “You don’t need to fight anymore. Do you
remember what I said when I adopted you? You are not alone, I won’t let you be alone ever
again.”
“S-Shana said the same thing…”
“I did say that I wanted to try and be a family, but if you do not want it, that’s fine too. I just
want what any parent would want: the best for their child. While blood does not bind us, and
our time has been short, I view you all as more than mere children. You are my children,
and my hopes and dreams are yours. I am not a mage, nor am I rich and famous, but I will do
everything in my power to ensure each of you live happily and how you wish.”
Ah. This must be why Material-S, Shana, accepted him so readily, and why Material-D, did
not rebel. He truly meant what he said. And if he had to give his life, he probably would. Is this
what a father is? Could this be what a family is? Fighting and magic was all she knew, and yet…
this was something she desired even more.
“I’m sorry…! I-I didn’t mean to—” her voice was muffled as she pressed her face into Kevin’s
shoulder, her tears soaking into his shirt. Sighing with a smile, Kevin brushed Lilia’s hair with a
gentle hand.
“Shh. It’s alright. Everything is all right.”
7:45 PM
Following a good cry and a cup of hot tea, Lilia finally calmed down. The four of them now sat
at the dinner table, quietly discussing the expectations, responsibilities, and what it meant to be a
“family.” So deep into their conversation they were, that they were all surprised when their
doorbell rang.
“Who could that be?” Kevin wondered out loud as he unlocked the door and opened it.
“Yuuno?”
“Err, good evening, sir,” the blond boy bowed. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”
Kevin shook his head, “No, not really, but what are you doing here? Did Nanoha kick you out
or something?”
“Ahaha, no, nothing like that,” he laughed weakly, scratching the back of his head. “Actually,
Chrono told me to come here. I got slated for a job…”
“Is that so…” the older man had an idea as to the boy’s task. “Well, come on in. Did you eat?
There’s still a lot of minestrone left.”
“Oh, no, but thank you very much for the offer. I ate just before coming here,” Yuuno seemed
almost regretful that he couldn’t have any, though imagine his confusion when he entered and
took notice of the crater in the wall, “Um, what happened here?”
“A misunderstanding and an accident. Don’t worry, it’s been resolved. Anyways, am I correct
to assume that you are the person the Harlaown boy forced to help in the rehab?”
“He didn’t really force me,” (Note, yes, he did. With blackmail.) “But, yes. I am here to help in
rehabilitation.”
“Hmm,” Kevin looked over to his girls, who all gazed back with curiosity. “Well, we were
expecting this. How long is it going to take? Do you have all the materials?”
“Yes! This should only take a couple of hours, tonight. I intend on just an orientation and
introduction of sorts. Then we could establish a regular schedule.”
“Hmm, alright. Let me just tell the girls…”
The sisters seemed rather interested, though portrayed in varying degrees. Kevin almost pitied
the boy, considering Lilia and Shana’s sudden excitement. Sudden, with Shana, due to the fact
that she had an expression different from the usual stoic look. And Diana, well, she seemed to
accept Yuuno as a new slave/servant, so that was close enough. (Why is she always
mentioned last, anyways?)
“Work hard, you three,” he waved the little group off as they marched into the next room,
leaving Kevin in the living room with his tea, his book, and peace. Maybe he’d bring up some
snacks later on.
Ahh, this isn’t too bad after all…
The teacup came up to his lips, a fragrant jasmine oolong, though before he could take a sip, a
thought entered his mind. He had just now allowed a boy into a bedroom with three girls,
unsupervised.
…
…
Ehhh. It was Yuuno, one of the most harmless guys he knew. And if he tried anything, everyone would hit him with enough beamspam to make that ship of theirs look silly.
*observes the exploding heads while scratching his head* Am I... really that bad?
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Originally Posted by Aaron008R
*gnaws on Keroko* Damn your aversion for chatrooms. You're the only core OCT member not there. How's it been, man?
I might join, rarely and occasionally, someday, maybe.
Things have been fine on my end though. Feels strange to be back in college, especially with most kids being five or six years younger then me, but being back in a pattern helped stabilize a lot.
As usual, working on a growing mountain of things with my usual speed. Which makes it a miracle I managed to churn out what I churned out today.
Also, Rita has not been forgotten.
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Originally Posted by Gaunt88
Alright, I finally got around to writing up some character profiles for my current fic. I hope no-one minds me dumping a half-dozen OCs at once
We're used to much worse, believe me.
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Originally Posted by Gaunt88
The Tornado Group
My protagonists. Officially labeled "TSAB Multi-Departmental Taskforce Nine." That doesn't really roll of the tongue, so most poeple refer to them by their callsign/code-name "Tornado." They're not a permanent group, just two units from the Navy and Army cooperating to deal with a particular threat.
Spoiler for Mariel LaMonde:
Name: Mariel LaMonde Gender: Female Unit: Naval Investigative Division Rank: Enforcer Age: 31 Appearance: Straight blonde hair, shoulder-length with long bangs. Sharp features, blue eyes. Mage Rank: AAA (limited down to A+) Magic: Mid-childan, white. Device:Veritas, a staff-type Intelligent Device.
-Voice: Female, speaks English.
-Combat mode: Silver halberd.
-Standby mode: Pearl set in a silver pendant. Barrier Jacket:
-Charcoal-grey enforcer’s jacket and skirt, lined and trimmed with dark blue.
-Dark blue cloak.
Bio:
Mariel LaMonde has been involved with the TSAB for almost all of her life. Her father was a naval technician, while her mother captained a dimensional patrol-boat. Born on board the TSAB’s inter-dimensional headquarters space-station in 0046, Mariel spent her formative years surrounded by Navy clerks, technicians, investigators and enforcers. It came of no surprise to her family when she enlisted for mage training in the Navy at the age of 13.
Her first posting was as a clerk on board the starship Pinnacle. Mariel quickly rose through the ranks, leading the Pinnacle’s forward squad after just four years. Her dedication, natural leadership skills and aptitude for investigative work led to her being offered a position in the Naval Investigative Division at age 18.
Mariel became a fully fledged investigator at age 20 and an enforcer at 24. Now an 18-year veteran and one of the NID’s premier aces, she answers directly to deputy director Commodore David Hark. A serious woman with a reputation for being a tenacious detective, Mariel is a major workaholic - once she starts a case she is reluctant to let it go, even when it seems like it is going nowhere. She devotes 100 percent of her attention to the task at hand, which makes her seem cold and strict to those who don’t know her well.
Combat:
Mariel is a gunner-type aerial mage with an impressive power level and a high degree of durability. However, she lacks the speed and agility of a true dogfighter. As such she eschews close combat and high-speed pursuit in favour of heavy-hitting mid-range fire support, specialising in guided multi-shot attacks. Her intelligent device Veritas is optimised for multi-projectile targeting assistance.
Notable Spells:
- Dart Lightening: Mainstay multi-shot ranged attack. Generates up to 8 dart-like magical projectiles that can be guided to their target by the shooter.
-Thunder Salvo: Bombardment spell that forgoes a degree of target-tracking ability for increased range, projectile speed and impact. Fires 3 high-explosive bolts, most effective against entrenched or slow armoured targets.
-Storm Shaft: Mariel’s signature technique. A single large bolt that splits into dozens of guided projectiles, this attack pushes both Mariel and Veritas’ targeting abilities to capacity. It is most often launched in an arcing trajectory and used as an air-burst.
So she's a workaholic like Nanoha... but without the warm personality.
I pity the poor guy who gets send to make her get some rest.
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Spoiler for Alistair Farland:
Name: Alistair Farland Gender: Male Unit: Naval Investigative Division Rank: Investigator Age: 26 Appearance: Curly brown hair, brown eyes. Tall, lanky build. Mage Rank: A Magic: Mid-childan, blue. Device:Faulkner, a boost-type Storage Device.
-Voice: Male, speaks English.
-Combat mode: Grey metal gauntlets with a blue crystal core on the back of each hand.
-Standby mode: Silver signet ring. Barrier jacket:
-Long charcoal-grey and sky-blue trench coat.
-Shoulders, arms and hands are armoured in silver-grey plate.
Bio:
The Farland clan is a powerful family dating back to the time of the ancient Belkan Empire. Originally a tribe of powerful summoners, the modern Farland dynasty is more renowned for its contribution to the starship industry. However, an aptitude for the rare skill still seems to run in the family with several summoners being born each generation.
It is traditional for summoners in the Farland clan to enlist in the TSAB navy at the age of 13. This was fortunate for Alistair, who at the time had no particular interest in joining the family business. What began as a convenient escape from an unappetizing job became a career – Al found himself enjoying the buzz of investigative work and the camaraderie of his fellow clerks.
After 3 successful years serving aboard a dimensional cruiser, Al applied to join the NID and was accepted in 0068. As a cadet investigator, Alistair was partnered with a junior tech officer, Brianna Weyland, and the pair was assigned to an experienced Enforcer – Mariel LaMonde, the one of division’s up-and-coming aces. The trio worked well together, and have operated as an investigative squad ever since.
Charismatic and intelligent, Alistair exhibits a boyish confidence and enthusiasm for his work. More laid back and personable than his superior officer, he offsets and complements Mariel’s more formal style.
Combat:
While Alistair has limited combat abilities on his own, his summoned allies are more than capable in battle. While Alistair is not flight capable, he is proficient at movement magic as a natural secondary ability of his summoning spells. He has also been trained in boost magic.
Notable Summons:
-Ritzel, Krallen and Auger: Alistair’s most common summon consists of a trio of blue, grey and black hawks. These birds are able transmit their sensory data back to Alistair’s device, making them ideal airborne scouts and lookouts. They were the first creatures Al learned to summon, and have distinct personalities – Ritzel is patient and stoic, Auger is friendly and inquisitive, while Krallen is short-tempered and suspicious of strangers.
-Valdemar: A heavily armoured knight-like figure, Valdemar stands nearly 8 feet tall and is clad head-to-toe in ornate silver plate mail. His face is covered by his helmet’s visor, which resembles a stylised falcon’s head. In battle, Valdemar is a consummate soldier armed an enormous broadsword, and moves with a speed that belies his size. He is believed to have served every Farland summoner since before the Warring Ages.
-Greifus: This summon takes the form of a griffon, over 14 feet long from beak to tail with white fur and blue-grey feathers. Greifus is armed only with his razor-sharp beak and talons, and is strong enough to carry several humans – or even Valdemar himself – on his back during flight.
Summoners. We don't have many of those around, good to se more of them. Though being a Dragon Age player, Alistair conjures a rather strong mental image of his appearance.
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Spoiler for Alexis Danze:
Name: Alexis Danze Gender: Female Unit: Air Force, 62nd Squadron (Seconded to the NID) Rank: Private Age: 20 Appearance: Grey-brown hair in a ponytail, with a long fringe over one eye. Eyes are brown. Mage Rank: B+ Magic: Neo-Belkan, red Device: Edge Warden, a sword-type Armed Device.
-Voice: Female, speaks Belkan.
-Combat mode: Straight double-edged sword. Cartridge system installed as a pistol-style magazine in the hilt.
-Standby mode: A silver and red metal card. Barrier Jacket:
-Black short-sleeved under-shirt.
-Grey high-collared vest with white and red panels, black leather bandolier.
-Red and grey tail-cloak.
-Black cargo pants, black boots, red knee pads and gloves.
Bio:
Alexis hails from Vilklund, one of a group of semi-administrated worlds on the edge of the TSAB’s influence. Born in 0057 in the capital city of the planet’s southern continent, Alexis applied for mage training at the age of 12 and enrolled as a cadet in the local police.
In 0071 the Salitar-Vilklund war, and the atrocity that ended it, rendered Vilklund uninhabitable. The subsequent TSAB evacuation and rehousing operation was chaotic. Alexis’s father and older sister became separated from the rest of the family, who were resettled on Mid-Childa. Like many of the surviving Vilkish youth, an angry and demoralised Alexis fell in with one of the numerous gangs forming in the Vilkish refugee areas.
However, her run with the gangs was brief, as 5 months later she applied to continue her mage training. It is likely that the reappearance of Alexis’s sister Silvia at this time was a major factor in her decision to leave the gang. After a 6 month probationary period she was allowed to join the air-force at the relatively late age of 17.
Alexis is currently completing the air-force’s advanced aerial combat training course. Very conscious of her status as a refugee and former criminal, she pushes herself hard in her training and studies and maintains an image of stern professionalism. Underneath this she is known for her dry sense of humour, as well as her somewhat ruthless attitude when dealing with enemies and lawbreakers.
Combat:
Alexis is a superb aerial mage specialising in air-to-air close combat and high-speed interception. Her baseline flight speed and agility are very high, the trade-off coming in the form of her relatively low durability. As a consequence of this, Alexis favours hit-and-run tactics during dogfights – breaking through enemy defences with hard-hitting attacks and disengaging should the target survive to reply.
Notable Spells:
-Blitzenschritt: Drastically boosts Alexis’s speed, allowing a split-second of near-instantaneous movement.
-Schlagend Feuer: A close-combat technique that pumps mana into Durandana’s blade, coating it in a red glow. A single strike accompanied by a focused concussive blast that deals huge damage.
-Verfolger: Long-range attack designed to intercept airborne mages. Generates two projectiles that track their target at high speed.
You know, I realize that there's a lot of young blood in the TSAB, but I wouldn't describe someone joining the Air Force at 17 to be relatively late.
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Spoiler for Guin Gaile:
Name: Guin Gaile Gender: Female Unit: Army, 155th Battalion. Rank: Corporal. Age: 19 Appearance: Very short dark green hair, grey eyes. Elfin features, with a shorter than average build. Mage Rank: B+ Magic: Mid-childan, turquoise. Device:Leister, a staff-type intelligent device.
-Voice: Male, speaks English, very gruff/raspy.
-Combat mode: Black and silver trident with disk-shaped core.
-Standby mode: Black metal brooch with a disk of turquoise stone. Barrier jacket:
-Green short-sleeved storm-coat and skirt with black trim.
-Black gloves, boots, and stockings, black military-style beret.
Bio:
Guin was born in 0058 to civilian archaeologist Jillian and magitech researcher Tamisch Gaile. Raised on the road, her early years were spent travelling between various universities, museums and dig sites. Even at an early age she developed the keen interest in magitechnology that would serve her throughout her career.
The Gailes were among the unfortunate thousands trapped on the planet Privas when a group of lost-logia-armed warlords seized power in 0065. While both her mother and father were killed by the warlords’ followers, Guin survived long enough to be rescued by two soldiers from the TSAB’s counter-attack.
Guin spent the next 5 years in the care of a TSAB orphanage and foster family on Mid-Childa, and when she turned 13 she elected to join the Bureau’s ground forces. Aptitude tests revealed a natural proficiency for shield magic which, coupled wither her familiarity with magitechnology, enabled her to specialise and excel as a combat engineer. Her latest posting is with the Army’s 155th brigade - a newly formed unit commanded by Colonel Malcolm Brodie, an old friend.
Guin is currently a member of the 155th Brigade’s forward team. Friendly, softly-spoken and somewhat shy, she is fiercely loyal to her friends and colleagues in the 155th, who she views as her extended family.
Combat:
Guin is a combat engineer specialising in shields and barriers. She is capable of casting shield spells of great strength and size, and her offensive spells are geared towards dealing maximum damage to enemy shields, barriers and field magic. She is also proficient at both reinforcing and demolishing physical structures, and repairing magitechnological devices. However, she is not as fast or strong as dedicated combat mages, and apart from her repertoire of anti-barrier spells she knows few combat techniques.
Guin’s intelligent device Leister is an oddity, constructed from a mixture of top-of-the-line military systems surrounding an ancient non-standard AI core. This core was originally part of the intelligent device Poseidon, which belonged to Guin’s father. Guin salvaged Poseidon’s remains after Tamisch Gaile was killed and later used the components when building her own device.
Notable Spells:
-Blast Pulsar: Guin’s primary ranged attack. Fires a cone-shaped pulse of energy specifically designed to erode shields and barrier spells. Adapted from Captain Brodie’s much more indiscriminate and manna-intensive Flash Pulsar technique.
-Fission Blade: An anti-barrier melee attack that extends leister’s three blades.
-Citadel Star: Wide-area shield spell. Can be cast in a domed shape or as a flat wall.
Ahh, the tank of the party, and with a nice set of bunker-buster spells too.
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Spoiler for Lancie Makoll:
Name: Lancie Makoll Gender: Female Unit: Army, 155th Battalion Rank: Private Age: 18 Appearance: shoulder-length dark brown hair, brown eyes, dark skin. Mage Rank: B Magic: Neo-Belkan, yellow-orange. Device: Spectre, a rifle-type Armed Device.
-Voice: Male, speaks English, very deep.
-Combat mode: Scoped bolt-action sniper rifle with bronze-coloured furniture.
-Dormant mode: Bronze bracelet. Barrier Jacket:
-Long green coat with lots of pockets and a deep hood.
-Black fingerless gloves, boots.
Bio:
Lancie was born on the forest world of Hailva. Still only sparsely urbanised, most of the planet’s main land masses are covered by ancient coniferous forests and extensive mountain ranges. While Lancie was born in one of the planet’s larger settlements, much of her childhood was spent in the surrounding wilderness during family camping trips, school excursions, or while exploring solo. Lancie’s mother worked as a park ranger in one of Hailva’s many nature reserves, and she endeavoured to pass on her knowledge of fieldcraft and respect for nature to her daughter.
In 0073, a coordinated group of poachers and smugglers began to operate across Hailva and the surrounding worlds. The Hailvan government contacted the TSAB for assistance, and began a recruitment drive to bolster their own park ranger’s ranks. Lancie volunteered for service and received basic training in gunnery magic at the age of 14.
Lancie participated in several major operations during the next 6 months. She caught the eye of a TSAB Army captain when she and her volunteer squad located and pinned down a den of smugglers long enough for backup to arrive in force. The captain offered to personally advocate for her if she wished to join the Bureau once campaign was finished. Lancie accepted, and signed up with the Army in 0074.
Lancie graduated from basic training with top grades in marksmanship and recon, and is currently serving with the newly formed 155th battalion. Passionate, outspoken and dedicated, she hopes to eventually join one of the TSAB Wildlife Preservation Corp’s elite wilderness units.
Combat:
Lancie is a scout and long-ranged gunner. Her linker core is not rated for high magical output (a common trait among Hailvans) resulting in low attack power and low defence. To compensate for this she has trained in marksmanship and stealth, allowing her to avoid enemy attention and deliver her magic where it counts, and by using a Neo-Belkan cartridge system in her armed device Spectre to temporarily boost her attack power.
Notable Spells:
-Star Cannon: A precision bombardment spell with a long range and high stopping power. Also has a less accurate rapid-fire mode.
-Bayonet: A close-combat spell. An energy blade appears on the underside of Spectre’s barrel. Usually an emergency hold-out spell only.
-Phantom Field: Provides Lancie with partial invisibility for a limited period of time. Consumes mana at a high rate, and collapses once another spell is cast.
-Arc Booster: A blast of mana propels the user into the air and softens her landing. Developed by Lancie and her training officer to compensate for her lack of flight, used to quickly reach elevated sniping positions or escape from danger.
*tilts head* Interesting... Ghost influences?
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AU? Alternate timeline? Crack? Who knows... It had to be done.
Spoiler for 3 Sisters and a Dinner:
In the grand hall clad with a distinct color of red, and where various grotesque ornaments hung from the walls, a large table was lined up with several plates. Three chairs stood alone at each side, except for the fourth, where the spot had been left empty.
From a door at the end of the hall a girl with white hair bulging from her shoulders emerged, carrying yet another silver plate with a lid that was hiding the plate’s contents. From her shoulder and in front of her stomach was a white apron, splattered with peculiar red stains.
She put the plate down on the table, nodded in satisfaction and called out; “Valahia! Teara! Dinner is done!”
She removed her apron and hung it over her chair which she pulled out. She sat down, dragged it close to the table and opened the first of the big plates surrounding her.
Chatter outside the main door told her that her sisters had arrived. The first to enter was Valahia, almost dancing into the hall. As her older sister, Valahia too had white hair, but instead of being straight it curled at the end. For the occasion she wore a red dress with a golden necklace around her neck, which jumped around as she moved. She was a very energetic girl, compared to her two older sister. Some would go as far as call her eccentric or hyperactive. Her clothing of choice would be a clue.
Teara entered a second later, wearing normal jeans and a black hoodie. Of the three sister, she was probably the laid-back one, to the brink of being extremely awkward. Though, in this family, normal wasn’t the norm in the first place.
“I was delighted when he gave me that, ya know!” Valahia said, continuing their conversation. “I couldn’t wait to stab it into his gut and turn it around, feeling his flesh get stuck on its sharp edge... Then that damn bus had to get into his way. Aww, I wanted to stab him~”
“Valahia, for the sake of us all, stop trying to murder people in the middle of the day!” Teara rubbed her temples and sat down on the chair to the right of her older sister. “Sis, talk some sense into her...”
“Sense, sense, sense. It’s the only thing you go on about!” Valahia said and slumped down on the other chair. Her glasses slid down to the tip of her nose and she pushed them up again with a finger. “Wallachia, where is Kronia?”
“She’s at school. For infiltration purposes.” Wallachia poured up some soup on her plate.
“Ah~ Infiltration, eh?” Valahia licked her lips. “So we might get some schoolboys home for dinner some day... Can’t wait!”
“You and your boys,” Teara mumbled and put meat between two slices of bread.
“Just because you can’t stop staring at that girlfriend of yours... Or feeling her up for that matter.”
A blush attacked Teara’s cheeks and she bit down hard on the bread, keeping quiet.
“Spare the teasing, Valahia. Eat,” Wallachia said and sipped a spoonful of the red liquid.
“Yes, yes~” Valahia picked up her spoon and took a sip herself. “Mmm... This is really good. Tastes somewhat... different than last time.”
“I added a few bits and pieces.” Only a thin smile was on Wallachia’s face and she didn’t say anything else.
“Oho~ Secretive, eh? Let me guess...” Valahia took another spoonful and let it slosh around in her mouth. “Quite fresh... Tastes similar to the marinade on friday’s steak... Ah!”
“Young. Tender,” Teara mumbled and munched on the meat on her bread. “Quite bloody too.”
Valahia almost had a childish smile on her face now. “I know it now~ Though I’m surprised you managed to add it without any of us noticing...”
“I have my ways.” Wallachia broke apart a piece of bread and dipped it in her soup. “I’m the oldest of you after all. I should know these things.”
Valahia snorted. “Tch. Stupid Sis... You need to show us how to do that.”
“If you want to take care of dinner everyday, be my guest,“ Wallachia said and grinned. She chomped down on her bread.
“Ugh...”
“Anyway,” Teara said, eyeing her meat, “where did you get it from? It feels a bit salty...”
“Down at the docks. A seaman I think. He was quite nice when he chatted me up in the bar, though he was very clingy. I took him out for the ‘usual’ and then brought him back.” Wallachia furrowed her eyebrows. “He wasn’t very meaty now that I think about it, but he had that special aroma.”
“Ah. Well, I think it’s delicious. It has the perfect integrity and it’s bloody enough.” Teara took another bite as she said it.
“And this... Virgin, is it not?” Valahia asked, running the spoon in circles in her soup.
“Yup. I picked one up at the board school. Sixteen-ish I think. She was actually harder to get than the other guy. She actually managed to run away from me, the damn athlete. Had to take her out from a distance.”
“Oh~? Sis, are you slacking with your training?”
“No, I’m not. How could I when I got to take care of you two? And don’t get me started on Kronia...”
Valahia chuckled. “My lovely niece~”
“This is?” Teara held up something akin to a bun with a very smooth surface, but with a fleshy appearance.
“The athlete's breasts, with some exotic spices. Quite delicious if I may say so myself.”
Teara took a bite and nodded in agreement. “A bit thick, but good. I like it.”
The clirring of silverware and voices involved in conversations continued through the evening. The three sisters ate and enjoyed the meal to their hearts’ content as the sun outside began to set, painting the sky in a light orange.
In her mind, Wallachia smiled contentedly at the dessert waiting in the kitchen. To think she would have such luck to find two victims that fit her standards so well.
What a grand dessert it would be...
Spoiler for Character ID:
Teara von Abram: The middle sister. Exceptionally laid-back, but bright and alert when she wants to. She rarely teases her sisters or her niece, but instead tend to be the target of it instead, especially when it comes to her girlfriend, Tanya, whom she often brings home.
Her magical aptitude is generally strong, but because of her persona she has rarely used it in combat.
Known Spells Vampire Desire: Attraction spell. Works on both males and females.
Manipulative Darkness: In combination with Vampire Desire, this basically creates a slave under Teara’s control with little effort. Can also be used solo.
Hidden Spells (Existence known by Wallachia) Mind within Thought: While not an exact mind-reading spell, Teara can deduct from specific thoughts what her target feels and what it is going to do. She can hence decide what to do based on it. It is not sealed by Wallachia.
Valahia von Abram: The youngest of the three sisters. Hyperactive and a menace to some, she’s still a loved member of the von Abram family. She loves to tease Teara about various things and looks up to Wallachia, albeit with some teasing involved. She’s also very fond of Kronia, her niece AKA Wallachia’s daughter. She also wears glasses due to a birth defect.
Her magic capability is destructive, to say the least. Hence, Wallachia has placed a controllable seal inside her (what or how is unknown) that denies her the true power of her magic. If it was to be set free, she’d become exceptionally violent and reign chaos. Or so she says. She might just be joking around.
Known Spells Dark Lies: This spell puts the victim under the illusion that everything Valahia says is true. While this is similar to Teara’s Manipulative Darkness, it doesn’t create a complete slave. It’s less obvious, yet still powerful if applied correctly.
Shadow Runner: Utilizing shadows, she becomes invisible to human sight if she activates this spell.
Hidden Spells (Existence known by Wallachia) Soul of Blood: Unleashes an extreme thirst for blood, driving her into a frenzy. Sealed for the time being.
That's... creepy and yet surprisingly delicious at the same time. You really want to up the creep factor for these girls, don't you?
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Originally Posted by Tempy
You could use the ship Noland came in with: the Belkan Swordship "Damocles." Riddled with Lost-Tech and decidedly illegal weapon systems, it is the last working example of Belka's violent past.
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Well then, I forgot to post this in here, a few days late it may be. Still, better late than forgotten:
It would be absurd to assume that a “family” tethered together by legal documents would live
“happily ever after.” Indeed, even with the newly acquired living space (to which they were all
thankful for) everything was not wonderful, just as Kevin expected it to be. The girls seemed to
have trouble settling in, raising a ruckus and threatening to break down the walls just for minor
things. At least, that’s what Material-L, now Lilia, did whenever something she wanted was
denied (usually a sweet of some sort). Material-D, Diana, was a mouthy sort and complained
about every little thing, from the lack of silk bedsheets to wanting champagne to go with dinner.
Material-S, Shana, was the quietest of all three, the most polite and pragmatic of them, but she
was also the most mysterious. It was difficult to tell what she wanted, often giving that blank,
stoic look to every situation. Fortunately, she was also good at corralling her sisters into behaving.
And how thoughtful Shiro and Momoko were to give him the week off, so as to allow him time
to help the girls adjust. But now, Kevin was wondering if one week was enough.
5:40AM
Habit made the chef an early riser, and despite his body’s desire for more sleep, Kevin crawled
out of bed as the sun peeked over the urban jungle of Uminari City. Brushing teeth, a quick
shower, a struggle to get some clothes on, he was still drowsy when he half-stumbled-half-
walked into the kitchen area. There, he found an increasingly common sight.
“Oh. Shana, you’re up early again.”
“Good morning, Father,” the girl greeted, looking up from the morning newspaper. It was an
unusual habit she picked up, but this way she was learning about current events and society.
Kevin blinked, still unused to that title. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. Lilia continues to sneak into my bed at times, however.”
“Heh. That’s adorable,” Kevin chuckled quietly. “She’s not bothering you, though?”
Shana shook her head. “No, but sometimes she sneaks into Diana’s bed, and she is less than
appreciative of the disturbance.”
“I wonder if she has a cuddling issue…” Perhaps visiting the toy store for a bear or something
similar would be prudent. For that matter, a trip to the clothing store would be a good idea too.
For now, the girls had a few borrowed sets from Nanoha, Fate, and Hayate, but his newfound
daughters would want to establish their own sense of fashion.
“I think we will go shopping today, to buy you three clothes of your own,” Kevin announced,
looking at Shana for approval, “Does that sound good?”
“The others must be awake by now,” she slipped out of her chair. “Please excuse me. They
have… difficulties dressing in the morning.”
“They do?” Kevin looked at Shana with a raised eyebrow. “Why would they have issues?”
“Diana is lazy, and Lilia is a dunce. Neither are capable of doing it themselves,” Shana gave her
adopted father a flat, completely unamused stare, one that invoked a slightly stronger chuckle.
“Alright. Go wake your sisters. I’ll prepare breakfast. Does muesli sound good?”
“I have trust that whatever you make will be good.”
Kevin blinked again, watching his adopted daughter walk off. The girl was difficult to read, but
she seemed to accept him well enough. It was heartwarming, in a way, to have Shana’s trust so
quickly, as well as the title of “father.”
Well, it would do no good to ruin that trust, would it? If there was one thing he could do well, it
was making sure that the girls stayed well-fed.
4:30 PM
“I’m bored.”
“Yes, Lilia. You have said that many times now.”
“But I’m bored!”
“We were just at the department store. Go try on those clothes we bought.”
“But~ I’m~ Bored~!”
“Cease your complaints! I cannot hear myself taking over the world!” Diana screeched, her
patience at its end. The silver-haired girl sat in front of a desktop computer, the gaily colored
screen showing some sort of terrain with various submenus overlaying the land. Upon the fertile-
looking land, tiny men labored to build a town. This “game” was rather entertaining, the potential
for taking over land from opposing cultures rather befitting a king.
There were several footsteps, and Diana felt someone watching her over her shoulder.
“You’re not even out of that peninsula! How are you taking over the world?”
“One does not dominate all of existence in a blink, fool. A kingdom rises from humble roots and
grows into magnificence.”
“…Like a tree?”
A sigh. “Yes, Lilia, like a tree. A great, big, world-conquering tree.”
“That’s a weird tree.”
Indeed.
Diana tolerated her sister’s presence for a while, though her presence gradually bore down on
her. The incessant questions and occasional bad advice about what to build or develop next
didn’t help to sooth her rapidly deteriorating patience either. Finally, the clone tore her eyes
from the screen and glared at Lilia, “Do you have anything else better to do?”
“Nope!” Lilia answered with a smile.
If she could, Diana would have buried her face in her hands, but as it was her base was under
attack by pagans, and that was not cool. “Why don’t you go bother Shana?”
“Kay!” the blue haired girl skipped off to another part of the apartment. Whereas Diana busied
herself with being a 400 BC Alexander, Shana was found in the kitchen, cautiously stirring a pot
of… something.
“Whatcha doing, Shana~?”
“I am preparing soup,” the short-haired one replied in monotone.
“What kind?”
“Father calls it minestrone. He told me to stir it ‘every now and then.’”
“What’s that mean?”
“I do not know. I have decided to stir every fifteen minutes.”
What a serious and hardworking girl.
“No, I mean ‘mee-na-sta-lo-ne,’” the poor girl butchered the foreign word.
“It is ‘minestrone,’” Shana corrected her sister, tapping the spoon a few times on the pot’s edge
before setting it aside. “Father describes it as an Italian soup with seasonal vegetables and a rich broth. It smells good.”
She was there when the soup was just started, a pot of broth and uncooked vegetables. Over
time, Shana bore witness to the gradual transformation from simple, cut up ingredients into a full,
rich soup. The smells, especially, were the most dramatic.
“Is it done yet? I’m hungry!”
“No, not yet. Father said to let it simmer until supper time.”
“Why do you call him ‘father?’ He’s not your real dad.”
“He is our legal guardian, and since he has adopted us, he is our father.”
“But he’s not related to us, right? Not even Diana thinks so!”
“Bow before my army!” came the distant reply. “Bow before Diana the Great! Ohohoho~!”
… Well, at least she was getting megalomania fix.
The two stared at their sister for a moment before returning to each other, Lilia speaking up first,
“See? She doesn’t even accept him yet!”
“The fact that she refers to herself as Diana means she has accepted him,” the short-haired girl
peered into the gently bubbling pot. “Had she not, our situation would be not nearly as peaceful
as it is.”
“You sound like you like him!”
“Gratitude and respect can infer ‘liking,’ if that is what you meant. You too should be thankful; we may have easily have become tenants of the state, rather than citizens.”
“What do you have against him, Lilia? Do you not like him?”
“I just… I don’t know,” the girl’s shoulders sagged, as if she were carrying a heavy weight. “I just don’t want to be left alone… I don’t want to be separated… I heard someone talking about that on the ship, you know? It’s so scary…”
Lilia was shivering.
“Silly girl,” Shana pulled the blue-haired girl into a hug. “Remember what he said? He would not leave us alone. I, for one, trust him on that.”
“…” Lilia was slow to return the hug, but tightly her arms wrapped around her sister. “…I hope so too.”
“FOOLISH BARBARIANS! THIS LAND IS NOW MINE! BOW BEFORE ME!”
6:30 PM
“I’m hungry~!”
“Why must you complain about everything?”
“Because I’m hungry~!”
Click-clack! The front door’s lock unlatched, opening to reveal the sole male of the house.
“I’m back~” Kevin announced as he stepped into his abode, a brown paper bag cradled in one
arm. “I brought dessert~”
He was slightly disappointed that only Shana came to greet him, but that was to be expected.
Diana was a little too engrossed at dominating cavemen, while Lilia was strangely silent. Not
even the mention of dessert had her excited, which was a little disconcerting.
“Welcome home, father,” Shana greeted, earning a smile from the older man. The thoughts about
Lilia were pushed to the side.
“Shana, how’s the soup?” Kevin stepped towards the kitchen, breathing in deeply the room’s
bouquet.
She copied the older man’s actions, “It smells good.”
He set the bag down on the counter, chuckling at the girl’s Spartan response, “How does it
look?”
“It looks good.”
A small white box came out from the brown bag. “Heh, you worked hard on it, didn’t you?”
She nodded, “It will taste good.”
“Fantastic,” Kevin mirrored Shana’s nod and pulled out a crusty loaf of bread, still warm from
the oven. “Get your sisters. We’ll eat dinner now.”
“Yes.”
Meals were usually a quiet and uneventful time of the day. Kevin quickly picked up on the little
quirks that each of his girls had. Lilia was the easiest to figure out: though not picky with her
food, she disliked bitter things and adored sweets. Desserts were a part of a complete meal,
even at breakfast and lunch, and God forbid you deny her cake. On the flipside, restricting
dessert was a good deterrent for misbehaving. She also had a propensity towards poultry,
especially chicken. Fried, roasted, baked, she loved that bird; pot pie night was her favorite.
Shana was almost clinical in her analysis and deconstruction of food, though truth be told meals
were exotic adventures in taste and texture. Every flavor, every sort of cuisine amazed her.
Nary an ingredient did she not question and examine, a trait that Kevin found endearing. Being
born into the world as is, Shana’s experience seemed incomplete, though this likely meant the
same for her sisters. Diana seemed to be the pickiest of the three, but fortunately her tastes
were not excessive. Too hot, too cold, too spicy, there was always something wrong with
whatever food was given to her. Yet, eat she did, grudgingly accepting that what she had was
all that was available. She never seemed completely pleased, but never wholly disappointed
either.
Tonight’s meal, minestrone with fresh bread, made for a surprisingly active conversation. The
girls were happy that they had gone on that shopping trip, secretly eager to try on their new
clothes, especially Lilia. Shana tried a number of ways to change how her soup tasted, be it
dipping the bread in the broth, eating soup then bread, even bread straight. An extra dollop of
extra virgin olive oil, a sprinkle of pepper, her curiosity seemed to have no bounds. Diana
boasted of her exploits, having crushed a number of burgeoning civilizations and merged them
with her own. Apparently the entire east coast of what would be known as North America was
in her control.
What strange daughters he had, but better as girls than warriors.
Dessert, a cake from the Midoriya, was well accepted, and the following clean-up was usually
a team effort (Diana took position as quality inspector). Afterwards, Kevin made an
announcement:
“It took some time and a little work, but we’ve managed to finish your paperwork for Earth,”
the cook announced as he placed a towel down. The girls’ attentions were all drawn to him.
“As such, starting next week, each of you will be transferred to Seishou Elementary School.
You’re going to school.”
The reactions he got were close to what he expected: indifference from Diana and muted
interest from Shana, but Lilia’s was slightly off. Off as in she suddenly transformed into her
Barrier Jacket and summoned her device to her hands. Though her sisters watched in alarm,
Lilia hefted her weapon rather threateningly, causing Kevin to take an unconscious step back.
“You’re just sending us away?!” the girl shrieked, her eyes wide.
“Hey, calm down,” Kevin spoke as calmly as he could. Though outwardly he seemed only
slightly worried, his heart was thundering a mile a minute, and he was struggling to not shake at
all. The girl in front of him appeared only nine-years-old, yet she was the most terrifying thing
the chef had ever seen.
“I am calm!”
“Not while swinging that thing around,” Kevin eyed the axe-like device, something that could
break him in half easily. “Put that away.”
“No! I don’t want to go! You can’t make me!”
A worried Shana took a step towards her sister, “Lilia, please stop this. You are overreacti—”
“You’re not going away forever, Lilia,” the older man had his hands out placatingly as he took
a step towards her. “It’s just during the day, and you’ll be with everyone else—”
“Shut up! You’re not my dad!” she screeched, Vulnificus lashing out viciously. Though she was
a tiny girl, her arms were not even as thick as the older man’s wrists, her strength was still
incredible. For that reason, Kevin found himself scrambling to avoid being struck by the device.
For the most part, he did dodge the bladed axe-head of Vulnificus. However, a small part of
the weapon clipped him in the ribs. He was knocked off his feet, set bodily head over heels into
the wall behind him. Crash! The wall groaned as Kevin bounced off the wood and plaster,
leaving a sizable crater in the wall.
“Nnngh,” he groaned, a sign that he was still alive.
The indifferent Diana, silent earlier, uncharacteristically rushed over to the fallen man, beating the
shocked Shana to their guardian. A quick look-over, then she whipped her head over to give
Lilia a rather scathing glare, one that the girl flinched at, “What were you thinking?! He’s a
human, completely unlike us! What you even thought of what could happen if he were to die?!”
“I-I…”
“You fool! What are you doing raising a hand against—”
“Stop. Don’t yell at her,” Kevin’s voice, though weak, could still be heard.
Diana turned her attention back her guardian, her brow furrowed in indignation and… worry?
“But—”
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” he muttered, shakily pushing himself off the floor, “Ugh, that was tough.
Don’t worry, really. It just hurts a bit.”
A warm viridian glow encompassed the silver-haired girl’s hand, “Sit still, then. I will heal you.”
“No, it’s okay. Let me deal with this,” Kevin said, looking at Diana, “Please.”
A number of emotions were visible on Diana’s face, changing from confusion, to frustration,
then finally at tired acceptance, “If you stop interrupting me, fine. But don’t blame me if you
ache in the morning. Really, rejecting my help after I so graciously offered! You had better
appreciate my generosity, servant!”
“Thank you,” the man smiled and patted Diana’s head, causing a blush to form on her cheeks.
With one final push, Kevin managed to stagger to his feet. His steps were unsteady, though
Shana quickly came to support.
“Father, I am sorry, I could not…” she trailed off, looking pleadingly at Kevin. “Please do not
be too harsh on her.”
“It’s alright. I just want to talk to her,” he patted her on the head as well.
“A-ah…” Lilia, speechless, could only watch as Kevin limped towards her. A limp that she
caused…
When he stood in front of her, he kneeled down so he could close to eye level. Though Kevin
tried to look at her in the eyes, she couldn’t meet his gaze. Material-S, Material-D, they
seemed to side with him instead of her. Was she wrong? Or were they blind? She didn’t know.
What she did was that she harmed someone she shouldn’t have, and everyone was angry at her.
Head bowed, looking away, Lilia was ready for whatever punishment this man would bestow.
But to her surprise, Kevin pulled her into a hug. “You don’t need to fight anymore. Do you
remember what I said when I adopted you? You are not alone, I won’t let you be alone ever
again.”
“S-Shana said the same thing…”
“I did say that I wanted to try and be a family, but if you do not want it, that’s fine too. I just
want what any parent would want: the best for their child. While blood does not bind us, and
our time has been short, I view you all as more than mere children. You are my children,
and my hopes and dreams are yours. I am not a mage, nor am I rich and famous, but I will do
everything in my power to ensure each of you live happily and how you wish.”
Ah. This must be why Material-S, Shana, accepted him so readily, and why Material-D, did
not rebel. He truly meant what he said. And if he had to give his life, he probably would. Is this
what a father is? Could this be what a family is? Fighting and magic was all she knew, and yet…
this was something she desired even more.
“I’m sorry…! I-I didn’t mean to—” her voice was muffled as she pressed her face into Kevin’s
shoulder, her tears soaking into his shirt. Sighing with a smile, Kevin brushed Lilia’s hair with a
gentle hand.
“Shh. It’s alright. Everything is all right.”
7:45 PM
Following a good cry and a cup of hot tea, Lilia finally calmed down. The four of them now sat
at the dinner table, quietly discussing the expectations, responsibilities, and what it meant to be a
“family.” So deep into their conversation they were, that they were all surprised when their
doorbell rang.
“Who could that be?” Kevin wondered out loud as he unlocked the door and opened it.
“Yuuno?”
“Err, good evening, sir,” the blond boy bowed. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”
Kevin shook his head, “No, not really, but what are you doing here? Did Nanoha kick you out
or something?”
“Ahaha, no, nothing like that,” he laughed weakly, scratching the back of his head. “Actually,
Chrono told me to come here. I got slated for a job…”
“Is that so…” the older man had an idea as to the boy’s task. “Well, come on in. Did you eat?
There’s still a lot of minestrone left.”
“Oh, no, but thank you very much for the offer. I ate just before coming here,” Yuuno seemed
almost regretful that he couldn’t have any, though imagine his confusion when he entered and
took notice of the crater in the wall, “Um, what happened here?”
“A misunderstanding and an accident. Don’t worry, it’s been resolved. Anyways, am I correct
to assume that you are the person the Harlaown boy forced to help in the rehab?”
“He didn’t really force me,” (Note, yes, he did. With blackmail.) “But, yes. I am here to help in
rehabilitation.”
“Hmm,” Kevin looked over to his girls, who all gazed back with curiosity. “Well, we were
expecting this. How long is it going to take? Do you have all the materials?”
“Yes! This should only take a couple of hours, tonight. I intend on just an orientation and
introduction of sorts. Then we could establish a regular schedule.”
“Hmm, alright. Let me just tell the girls…”
The sisters seemed rather interested, though portrayed in varying degrees. Kevin almost pitied
the boy, considering Lilia and Shana’s sudden excitement. Sudden, with Shana, due to the fact
that she had an expression different from the usual stoic look. And Diana, well, she seemed to
accept Yuuno as a new slave/servant, so that was close enough. (Why is she always
mentioned last, anyways?)
“Work hard, you three,” he waved the little group off as they marched into the next room,
leaving Kevin in the living room with his tea, his book, and peace. Maybe he’d bring up some
snacks later on.
Ahh, this isn’t too bad after all…
The teacup came up to his lips, a fragrant jasmine oolong, though before he could take a sip, a
thought entered his mind. He had just now allowed a boy into a bedroom with three girls,
unsupervised.
…
…
Ehhh. It was Yuuno, one of the most harmless guys he knew. And if he tried anything, everyone would hit him with enough beamspam to make that ship of theirs look silly.
Heh. Lilia's bed behavior is adorable. It reminds me of my sister when we were kids, she'd always crawl in my bed too, and with my bed being placed against the wall, she'd always squeeze in between me and the wall, believing I'd keep her safe from whatever she was scared off.
It's cute when I look back to it, though at the time I was more annoyed at it.
And dammit my love for Diana is growing! Cute evil overlords conquering the world. Makes me wonder what will happen when the first day of school hits... taking over the class is only the beginning.
*observes the exploding heads while scratching his head* Am I... really that bad?
Not as bad as some people.
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I might join, rarely and occasionally, someday, maybe.
Things have been fine on my end though. Feels strange to be back in college, especially with most kids being five or six years younger then me, but being back in a pattern helped stabilize a lot.
As usual, working on a growing mountain of things with my usual speed. Which makes it a miracle I managed to churn out what I churned out today.
Also, Rita has not been forgotten.
Join! And behold the chaos that is OCC and FFC!
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Heh. Lilia's bed behavior is adorable. It reminds me of my sister when we were kids, she'd always crawl in my bed too, and with my bed being placed against the wall, she'd always squeeze in between me and the wall, believing I'd keep her safe from whatever she was scared off.
It's cute when I look back to it, though at the time I was more annoyed at it.
And dammit my love for Diana is growing! Cute evil overlords conquering the world. Makes me wonder what will happen when the first day of school hits... taking over the class is only the beginning.
What game was she playing anyway?
Medaka Box what
She's playing Civilization 4, and really, to take over that much space is not that hard. It's dealing with the damn Aztecs and cutting off their northern expansion that's a pain.
You could use the ship Noland came in with: the Belkan Swordship "Damocles." Riddled with Lost-Tech and decidedly illegal weapon systems, it is the last working example of Belka's violent past.
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Well then, I forgot to post this in here, a few days late it may be. Still, better late than forgotten:
It would be absurd to assume that a “family” tethered together by legal documents would live
“happily ever after.” Indeed, even with the newly acquired living space (to which they were all
thankful for) everything was not wonderful, just as Kevin expected it to be. The girls seemed to
have trouble settling in, raising a ruckus and threatening to break down the walls just for minor
things. At least, that’s what Material-L, now Lilia, did whenever something she wanted was
denied (usually a sweet of some sort). Material-D, Diana, was a mouthy sort and complained
about every little thing, from the lack of silk bedsheets to wanting champagne to go with dinner.
Material-S, Shana, was the quietest of all three, the most polite and pragmatic of them, but she
was also the most mysterious. It was difficult to tell what she wanted, often giving that blank,
stoic look to every situation. Fortunately, she was also good at corralling her sisters into behaving.
And how thoughtful Shiro and Momoko were to give him the week off, so as to allow him time
to help the girls adjust. But now, Kevin was wondering if one week was enough.
5:40AM
Habit made the chef an early riser, and despite his body’s desire for more sleep, Kevin crawled
out of bed as the sun peeked over the urban jungle of Uminari City. Brushing teeth, a quick
shower, a struggle to get some clothes on, he was still drowsy when he half-stumbled-half-
walked into the kitchen area. There, he found an increasingly common sight.
“Oh. Shana, you’re up early again.”
“Good morning, Father,” the girl greeted, looking up from the morning newspaper. It was an
unusual habit she picked up, but this way she was learning about current events and society.
Kevin blinked, still unused to that title. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. Lilia continues to sneak into my bed at times, however.”
“Heh. That’s adorable,” Kevin chuckled quietly. “She’s not bothering you, though?”
Shana shook her head. “No, but sometimes she sneaks into Diana’s bed, and she is less than
appreciative of the disturbance.”
“I wonder if she has a cuddling issue…” Perhaps visiting the toy store for a bear or something
similar would be prudent. For that matter, a trip to the clothing store would be a good idea too.
For now, the girls had a few borrowed sets from Nanoha, Fate, and Hayate, but his newfound
daughters would want to establish their own sense of fashion.
“I think we will go shopping today, to buy you three clothes of your own,” Kevin announced,
looking at Shana for approval, “Does that sound good?”
“The others must be awake by now,” she slipped out of her chair. “Please excuse me. They
have… difficulties dressing in the morning.”
“They do?” Kevin looked at Shana with a raised eyebrow. “Why would they have issues?”
“Diana is lazy, and Lilia is a dunce. Neither are capable of doing it themselves,” Shana gave her
adopted father a flat, completely unamused stare, one that invoked a slightly stronger chuckle.
“Alright. Go wake your sisters. I’ll prepare breakfast. Does muesli sound good?”
“I have trust that whatever you make will be good.”
Kevin blinked again, watching his adopted daughter walk off. The girl was difficult to read, but
she seemed to accept him well enough. It was heartwarming, in a way, to have Shana’s trust so
quickly, as well as the title of “father.”
Well, it would do no good to ruin that trust, would it? If there was one thing he could do well, it
was making sure that the girls stayed well-fed.
4:30 PM
“I’m bored.”
“Yes, Lilia. You have said that many times now.”
“But I’m bored!”
“We were just at the department store. Go try on those clothes we bought.”
“But~ I’m~ Bored~!”
“Cease your complaints! I cannot hear myself taking over the world!” Diana screeched, her
patience at its end. The silver-haired girl sat in front of a desktop computer, the gaily colored
screen showing some sort of terrain with various submenus overlaying the land. Upon the fertile-
looking land, tiny men labored to build a town. This “game” was rather entertaining, the potential
for taking over land from opposing cultures rather befitting a king.
There were several footsteps, and Diana felt someone watching her over her shoulder.
“You’re not even out of that peninsula! How are you taking over the world?”
“One does not dominate all of existence in a blink, fool. A kingdom rises from humble roots and
grows into magnificence.”
“…Like a tree?”
A sigh. “Yes, Lilia, like a tree. A great, big, world-conquering tree.”
“That’s a weird tree.”
Indeed.
Diana tolerated her sister’s presence for a while, though her presence gradually bore down on
her. The incessant questions and occasional bad advice about what to build or develop next
didn’t help to sooth her rapidly deteriorating patience either. Finally, the clone tore her eyes
from the screen and glared at Lilia, “Do you have anything else better to do?”
“Nope!” Lilia answered with a smile.
If she could, Diana would have buried her face in her hands, but as it was her base was under
attack by pagans, and that was not cool. “Why don’t you go bother Shana?”
“Kay!” the blue haired girl skipped off to another part of the apartment. Whereas Diana busied
herself with being a 400 BC Alexander, Shana was found in the kitchen, cautiously stirring a pot
of… something.
“Whatcha doing, Shana~?”
“I am preparing soup,” the short-haired one replied in monotone.
“What kind?”
“Father calls it minestrone. He told me to stir it ‘every now and then.’”
“What’s that mean?”
“I do not know. I have decided to stir every fifteen minutes.”
What a serious and hardworking girl.
“No, I mean ‘mee-na-sta-lo-ne,’” the poor girl butchered the foreign word.
“It is ‘minestrone,’” Shana corrected her sister, tapping the spoon a few times on the pot’s edge
before setting it aside. “Father describes it as an Italian soup with seasonal vegetables and a rich broth. It smells good.”
She was there when the soup was just started, a pot of broth and uncooked vegetables. Over
time, Shana bore witness to the gradual transformation from simple, cut up ingredients into a full,
rich soup. The smells, especially, were the most dramatic.
“Is it done yet? I’m hungry!”
“No, not yet. Father said to let it simmer until supper time.”
“Why do you call him ‘father?’ He’s not your real dad.”
“He is our legal guardian, and since he has adopted us, he is our father.”
“But he’s not related to us, right? Not even Diana thinks so!”
“Bow before my army!” came the distant reply. “Bow before Diana the Great! Ohohoho~!”
… Well, at least she was getting megalomania fix.
The two stared at their sister for a moment before returning to each other, Lilia speaking up first,
“See? She doesn’t even accept him yet!”
“The fact that she refers to herself as Diana means she has accepted him,” the short-haired girl
peered into the gently bubbling pot. “Had she not, our situation would be not nearly as peaceful
as it is.”
“You sound like you like him!”
“Gratitude and respect can infer ‘liking,’ if that is what you meant. You too should be thankful; we may have easily have become tenants of the state, rather than citizens.”
“What do you have against him, Lilia? Do you not like him?”
“I just… I don’t know,” the girl’s shoulders sagged, as if she were carrying a heavy weight. “I just don’t want to be left alone… I don’t want to be separated… I heard someone talking about that on the ship, you know? It’s so scary…”
Lilia was shivering.
“Silly girl,” Shana pulled the blue-haired girl into a hug. “Remember what he said? He would not leave us alone. I, for one, trust him on that.”
“…” Lilia was slow to return the hug, but tightly her arms wrapped around her sister. “…I hope so too.”
“FOOLISH BARBARIANS! THIS LAND IS NOW MINE! BOW BEFORE ME!”
6:30 PM
“I’m hungry~!”
“Why must you complain about everything?”
“Because I’m hungry~!”
Click-clack! The front door’s lock unlatched, opening to reveal the sole male of the house.
“I’m back~” Kevin announced as he stepped into his abode, a brown paper bag cradled in one
arm. “I brought dessert~”
He was slightly disappointed that only Shana came to greet him, but that was to be expected.
Diana was a little too engrossed at dominating cavemen, while Lilia was strangely silent. Not
even the mention of dessert had her excited, which was a little disconcerting.
“Welcome home, father,” Shana greeted, earning a smile from the older man. The thoughts about
Lilia were pushed to the side.
“Shana, how’s the soup?” Kevin stepped towards the kitchen, breathing in deeply the room’s
bouquet.
She copied the older man’s actions, “It smells good.”
He set the bag down on the counter, chuckling at the girl’s Spartan response, “How does it
look?”
“It looks good.”
A small white box came out from the brown bag. “Heh, you worked hard on it, didn’t you?”
She nodded, “It will taste good.”
“Fantastic,” Kevin mirrored Shana’s nod and pulled out a crusty loaf of bread, still warm from
the oven. “Get your sisters. We’ll eat dinner now.”
“Yes.”
Meals were usually a quiet and uneventful time of the day. Kevin quickly picked up on the little
quirks that each of his girls had. Lilia was the easiest to figure out: though not picky with her
food, she disliked bitter things and adored sweets. Desserts were a part of a complete meal,
even at breakfast and lunch, and God forbid you deny her cake. On the flipside, restricting
dessert was a good deterrent for misbehaving. She also had a propensity towards poultry,
especially chicken. Fried, roasted, baked, she loved that bird; pot pie night was her favorite.
Shana was almost clinical in her analysis and deconstruction of food, though truth be told meals
were exotic adventures in taste and texture. Every flavor, every sort of cuisine amazed her.
Nary an ingredient did she not question and examine, a trait that Kevin found endearing. Being
born into the world as is, Shana’s experience seemed incomplete, though this likely meant the
same for her sisters. Diana seemed to be the pickiest of the three, but fortunately her tastes
were not excessive. Too hot, too cold, too spicy, there was always something wrong with
whatever food was given to her. Yet, eat she did, grudgingly accepting that what she had was
all that was available. She never seemed completely pleased, but never wholly disappointed
either.
Tonight’s meal, minestrone with fresh bread, made for a surprisingly active conversation. The
girls were happy that they had gone on that shopping trip, secretly eager to try on their new
clothes, especially Lilia. Shana tried a number of ways to change how her soup tasted, be it
dipping the bread in the broth, eating soup then bread, even bread straight. An extra dollop of
extra virgin olive oil, a sprinkle of pepper, her curiosity seemed to have no bounds. Diana
boasted of her exploits, having crushed a number of burgeoning civilizations and merged them
with her own. Apparently the entire east coast of what would be known as North America was
in her control.
What strange daughters he had, but better as girls than warriors.
Dessert, a cake from the Midoriya, was well accepted, and the following clean-up was usually
a team effort (Diana took position as quality inspector). Afterwards, Kevin made an
announcement:
“It took some time and a little work, but we’ve managed to finish your paperwork for Earth,”
the cook announced as he placed a towel down. The girls’ attentions were all drawn to him.
“As such, starting next week, each of you will be transferred to Seishou Elementary School.
You’re going to school.”
The reactions he got were close to what he expected: indifference from Diana and muted
interest from Shana, but Lilia’s was slightly off. Off as in she suddenly transformed into her
Barrier Jacket and summoned her device to her hands. Though her sisters watched in alarm,
Lilia hefted her weapon rather threateningly, causing Kevin to take an unconscious step back.
“You’re just sending us away?!” the girl shrieked, her eyes wide.
“Hey, calm down,” Kevin spoke as calmly as he could. Though outwardly he seemed only
slightly worried, his heart was thundering a mile a minute, and he was struggling to not shake at
all. The girl in front of him appeared only nine-years-old, yet she was the most terrifying thing
the chef had ever seen.
“I am calm!”
“Not while swinging that thing around,” Kevin eyed the axe-like device, something that could
break him in half easily. “Put that away.”
“No! I don’t want to go! You can’t make me!”
A worried Shana took a step towards her sister, “Lilia, please stop this. You are overreacti—”
“You’re not going away forever, Lilia,” the older man had his hands out placatingly as he took
a step towards her. “It’s just during the day, and you’ll be with everyone else—”
“Shut up! You’re not my dad!” she screeched, Vulnificus lashing out viciously. Though she was
a tiny girl, her arms were not even as thick as the older man’s wrists, her strength was still
incredible. For that reason, Kevin found himself scrambling to avoid being struck by the device.
For the most part, he did dodge the bladed axe-head of Vulnificus. However, a small part of
the weapon clipped him in the ribs. He was knocked off his feet, set bodily head over heels into
the wall behind him. Crash! The wall groaned as Kevin bounced off the wood and plaster,
leaving a sizable crater in the wall.
“Nnngh,” he groaned, a sign that he was still alive.
The indifferent Diana, silent earlier, uncharacteristically rushed over to the fallen man, beating the
shocked Shana to their guardian. A quick look-over, then she whipped her head over to give
Lilia a rather scathing glare, one that the girl flinched at, “What were you thinking?! He’s a
human, completely unlike us! What you even thought of what could happen if he were to die?!”
“I-I…”
“You fool! What are you doing raising a hand against—”
“Stop. Don’t yell at her,” Kevin’s voice, though weak, could still be heard.
Diana turned her attention back her guardian, her brow furrowed in indignation and… worry?
“But—”
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” he muttered, shakily pushing himself off the floor, “Ugh, that was tough.
Don’t worry, really. It just hurts a bit.”
A warm viridian glow encompassed the silver-haired girl’s hand, “Sit still, then. I will heal you.”
“No, it’s okay. Let me deal with this,” Kevin said, looking at Diana, “Please.”
A number of emotions were visible on Diana’s face, changing from confusion, to frustration,
then finally at tired acceptance, “If you stop interrupting me, fine. But don’t blame me if you
ache in the morning. Really, rejecting my help after I so graciously offered! You had better
appreciate my generosity, servant!”
“Thank you,” the man smiled and patted Diana’s head, causing a blush to form on her cheeks.
With one final push, Kevin managed to stagger to his feet. His steps were unsteady, though
Shana quickly came to support.
“Father, I am sorry, I could not…” she trailed off, looking pleadingly at Kevin. “Please do not
be too harsh on her.”
“It’s alright. I just want to talk to her,” he patted her on the head as well.
“A-ah…” Lilia, speechless, could only watch as Kevin limped towards her. A limp that she
caused…
When he stood in front of her, he kneeled down so he could close to eye level. Though Kevin
tried to look at her in the eyes, she couldn’t meet his gaze. Material-S, Material-D, they
seemed to side with him instead of her. Was she wrong? Or were they blind? She didn’t know.
What she did was that she harmed someone she shouldn’t have, and everyone was angry at her.
Head bowed, looking away, Lilia was ready for whatever punishment this man would bestow.
But to her surprise, Kevin pulled her into a hug. “You don’t need to fight anymore. Do you
remember what I said when I adopted you? You are not alone, I won’t let you be alone ever
again.”
“S-Shana said the same thing…”
“I did say that I wanted to try and be a family, but if you do not want it, that’s fine too. I just
want what any parent would want: the best for their child. While blood does not bind us, and
our time has been short, I view you all as more than mere children. You are my children,
and my hopes and dreams are yours. I am not a mage, nor am I rich and famous, but I will do
everything in my power to ensure each of you live happily and how you wish.”
Ah. This must be why Material-S, Shana, accepted him so readily, and why Material-D, did
not rebel. He truly meant what he said. And if he had to give his life, he probably would. Is this
what a father is? Could this be what a family is? Fighting and magic was all she knew, and yet…
this was something she desired even more.
“I’m sorry…! I-I didn’t mean to—” her voice was muffled as she pressed her face into Kevin’s
shoulder, her tears soaking into his shirt. Sighing with a smile, Kevin brushed Lilia’s hair with a
gentle hand.
“Shh. It’s alright. Everything is all right.”
7:45 PM
Following a good cry and a cup of hot tea, Lilia finally calmed down. The four of them now sat
at the dinner table, quietly discussing the expectations, responsibilities, and what it meant to be a
“family.” So deep into their conversation they were, that they were all surprised when their
doorbell rang.
“Who could that be?” Kevin wondered out loud as he unlocked the door and opened it.
“Yuuno?”
“Err, good evening, sir,” the blond boy bowed. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”
Kevin shook his head, “No, not really, but what are you doing here? Did Nanoha kick you out
or something?”
“Ahaha, no, nothing like that,” he laughed weakly, scratching the back of his head. “Actually,
Chrono told me to come here. I got slated for a job…”
“Is that so…” the older man had an idea as to the boy’s task. “Well, come on in. Did you eat?
There’s still a lot of minestrone left.”
“Oh, no, but thank you very much for the offer. I ate just before coming here,” Yuuno seemed
almost regretful that he couldn’t have any, though imagine his confusion when he entered and
took notice of the crater in the wall, “Um, what happened here?”
“A misunderstanding and an accident. Don’t worry, it’s been resolved. Anyways, am I correct
to assume that you are the person the Harlaown boy forced to help in the rehab?”
“He didn’t really force me,” (Note, yes, he did. With blackmail.) “But, yes. I am here to help in
rehabilitation.”
“Hmm,” Kevin looked over to his girls, who all gazed back with curiosity. “Well, we were
expecting this. How long is it going to take? Do you have all the materials?”
“Yes! This should only take a couple of hours, tonight. I intend on just an orientation and
introduction of sorts. Then we could establish a regular schedule.”
“Hmm, alright. Let me just tell the girls…”
The sisters seemed rather interested, though portrayed in varying degrees. Kevin almost pitied
the boy, considering Lilia and Shana’s sudden excitement. Sudden, with Shana, due to the fact
that she had an expression different from the usual stoic look. And Diana, well, she seemed to
accept Yuuno as a new slave/servant, so that was close enough. (Why is she always
mentioned last, anyways?)
“Work hard, you three,” he waved the little group off as they marched into the next room,
leaving Kevin in the living room with his tea, his book, and peace. Maybe he’d bring up some
snacks later on.
Ahh, this isn’t too bad after all…
The teacup came up to his lips, a fragrant jasmine oolong, though before he could take a sip, a
thought entered his mind. He had just now allowed a boy into a bedroom with three girls,
unsupervised.
…
…
Ehhh. It was Yuuno, one of the most harmless guys he knew. And if he tried anything, everyone would hit him with enough beamspam to make that ship of theirs look silly.
Lilia: Gee Diana, whatcha gonna do tonight? Diana: The same thing I do every night, Lilia... Try to take over the world!
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Kill the Darkfic.
Burn the Angst.
Purge the Bad End.
So she's a workaholic like Nanoha... but without the warm personality.
I pity the poor guy who gets send to make her get some rest.
That's how Commodore Hark punishes interns he doesn't like Or he just sends Al or Brianna (the team's Genki Girl), who are immune to her glares.
Mariel's nice enough once you get to know her. She'll move hell and high water to protect her team, and doesn't care about TSAB politics (As the villians and the Admiralty, respectively, find out early on).
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Summoners. We don't have many of those around, good to se more of them. Though being a Dragon Age player, Alistair conjures a rather strong mental image of his appearance.
Never got around to playing that one. *google image search* Ah, I see
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You know, I realize that there's a lot of young blood in the TSAB, but I wouldn't describe someone joining the Air Force at 17 to be relatively late.
Well, I had a fanfic fresh in my mind when I was first working out ages and timelines (I think it was Synaesthetic's "False Light").
She mentions/speculates/whatever that the TSAB recruits mages at an early age so that they are thoroughly indoctrinated with the whole "serve and protect" thing by the time they reach soldier-of-mass-destruction level. That made sense to me, so I kinda incorperated it into my personal canon which is why most of my characters were recruited at 13-14.
Speaking of inspirations, I had just discovered the Ace Combat games when I added Alexis to the cast. Her tail-cloak is supposed to look like a fighter's tail when she's flying, and her Verfolger spell is meant to resemble a plane launching a pair of missiles
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Ahh, the tank of the party, and with a nice set of bunker-buster spells too.
Yep, although if she ever gets cornered alone by an attack mage her only stratagy will probably be "hold up inside a barrier and pray for help".
I'm not good enough picking voices to do the whole cast, but Leister's voice actor has always been Tamuera Morrison. http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0607325/
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*tilts head* Interesting... Ghost influences?
Do you mean the guy from MW2? I've never played it either. Lancie came about because I like weak-but-skilled characters like Vice and wanted to give one of them a bit of the limelight
Her thermoptic camo spell was just an interesting idea I had to make her more survivable when the magical wave motion guns start firing.
To add on to all that has been said: take a leaf from Starship Operators? I've always complained how naval warfare is lacking in Nanoha.
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Also, yay naval battles. Maybe I should pick up that old 'Tesla gets a ship' plot again.
Depends on how you want to take it while I certainly like that show and appreciate it’s hard science approach I actually wouldn't take the TSAB that direction as I don't think it fits. One of my own quotes on this matter pretty much sums up my own feelings as I happen to be a pretty big fan of a good old fashion slugging match between burly battleships (with some twists added here and there to promote tactics and let skill of the combatants of factor in of course). Which in my own crossover stuff is basically how I made the TSAB work.
Spoiler for My own TSAB space combat crap:
Well first off having decided they'll never be a chance for decent naval combat in a canon setting I shifted it all to a massive crossover I'm working on. (in it Alien Space Bats duplicate in whole or in part various sci-fi nations and put them a new composite galaxy). The TSAB in this setting is a shown as a fairly classic "pew pew" space opera power toward the upper-middle of the power curve. They fly around in reasonably large and well defended slowish ships and blast away energy weapons of various sorts in fairly close range battles. Despite these weapons being nominally "magic" they basically just act like everyone else zap guns, but with different technobabble explanations.
This acutally works reasonably well at first contact since no one has defenses tailored to stop this so there weapons are fairly effective, but it doesn't last as people quickly learn of AMF as a potential total counter to their weaponry and start researching it rather quickly. Except now it's not just one crazy guy in his evil basement, but a large coalition of interstellar powers which needless to say advances it rather significantly with increasingly disastrous results for the TSAB as this tech spreads.
Anyway not to totally spoil, but since it would probably take me years to get there, if I ever do, in this crossover it all culminates in the final battle of Strikers acutally being a full blown invasion of Mid by an expansionist coalition accompanied by an huge fleet of ships to cover the reactivation of the Cradle and hopefully knock out the TSAB totally (they'd been neutral, but leaning against them up to this point). Given the massive deployment of AMF coupled with legions of heavily armed ground troops far more lethal then drones landing on the planet it becomes a massive cluster fuck needless to say. At least until the opposing alliance enters the battle and it becomes an even bigger cluster fuck with the TSAB caught in the middle.
It ends in the TSAB/Alliance winning, but with most of the capital being blown to shit, orbital debris raining down on the planet for the next few months, and Jail escaping with the coalition forces. At that point the TSAB is forced into the wider war and must begin rearming rapidly to compete in it. They keep fairly close to there original scheme of large well defended energy boats, but adapt with different weapons and broadened more generalized defenses. This all later ends in lulz when the original TSAB is encountered later having been totally unaware of what happened to it's counterpart in the other universe.
Wow that got way off topic of just talking about how I portrayed the TSAB in space combat.
Location: In the Netherrealm, thinking who to betray next...
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Lol, great minds think alike, I've already called dips on demon and angel names, putting a twist on things to seem less mystical. For example, I already have 'demon' being a form of nanomachines that possesses people to use their linked cores.
As for angels... I would have to blame to aru and supernatural for implant that idea into my head...
There will be some "angels" referense here as well, but the demons are old creation of mine for the Nanoha universe, conciderating if someone here still remember Nanoha Rise of Techno-Union & Vatican Knights. >_>
Yet, some of the magic things here will not have a "logic" explanation at all, like magic in fairy tales, magic is special for just being magic and it doesn't needs any cientific explanation of how it works.
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It doesn't have to be like that, my point is that by making the redshirts just that bit more competent, it would make the main cast less overpowered.
Oh, they will be competent, yet at more human ways, there's a diference of actions that can be taken between someone who can fly and cast super-devastating energy beams and someone who knows that not taking cover in the middle of heavy fire can result in a quick death.
Speaking of this projetc, the renders of the OCs from here and Nanoha's cast new outfits are coming alredy.
I was hoping to just do 3 MateriaL DemandS shorts, but gosh Athena... what kind of plan would she have of Khayuung anyway?!
*shrug* Dunno, what use would Khayuung serve her?
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Join! And behold the chaos that is OCC and FFC!
You mean the chaos that used to be here...
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Medaka Box what
She's playing Civilization 4, and really, to take over that much space is not that hard. It's dealing with the damn Aztecs and cutting off their northern expansion that's a pain.
Medaka box?
Civilizations, huh... you know, come to think of it I never played a Civilizations game before. Maybe I should pick one up...
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Lilia: Gee Diana, whatcha gonna do tonight? Diana: The same thing I do every night, Lilia... Try to take over the world!
*smacks head* Dammit! Why didn't I think of that!
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Well, I had a fanfic fresh in my mind when I was first working out ages and timelines (I think it was Synaesthetic's "False Light").
She mentions/speculates/whatever that the TSAB recruits mages at an early age so that they are thoroughly indoctrinated with the whole "serve and protect" thing by the time they reach soldier-of-mass-destruction level. That made sense to me, so I kinda incorperated it into my personal canon which is why most of my characters were recruited at 13-14.
Well, if you're working with it from that point... ah, what the hell, it's too minor a nitpick to raise much fuss about.
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Do you mean the guy from MW2? I've never played it either. Lancie came about because I like weak-but-skilled characters like Vice and wanted to give one of them a bit of the limelight
Her thermoptic camo spell was just an interesting idea I had to make her more survivable when the magical wave motion guns start firing.
No, no, I meant the Starcraft Ghosts. What with the long range, limited stealth and high-yield bombardement spell, the Starcraft Ghosts immediately sprung to mind. If that's unintentional, all the more credit to you.
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Depends on how you want to take it while I certainly like that show and appreciate it’s hard science approach I actually wouldn't take the TSAB that direction as I don't think it fits. One of my own quotes on this matter pretty much sums up my own feelings as I happen to be a pretty big fan of a good old fashion slugging match between burly battleships (with some twists added here and there to promote tactics and let skill of the combatants of factor in of course). Which in my own crossover stuff is basically how I made the TSAB work.
Spoiler for My own TSAB space combat crap:
Well first off having decided they'll never be a chance for decent naval combat in a canon setting I shifted it all to a massive crossover I'm working on. (in it Alien Space Bats duplicate in whole or in part various sci-fi nations and put them a new composite galaxy). The TSAB in this setting is a shown as a fairly classic "pew pew" space opera power toward the upper-middle of the power curve. They fly around in reasonably large and well defended slowish ships and blast away energy weapons of various sorts in fairly close range battles. Despite these weapons being nominally "magic" they basically just act like everyone else zap guns, but with different technobabble explanations.
This acutally works reasonably well at first contact since no one has defenses tailored to stop this so there weapons are fairly effective, but it doesn't last as people quickly learn of AMF as a potential total counter to their weaponry and start researching it rather quickly. Except now it's not just one crazy guy in his evil basement, but a large coalition of interstellar powers which needless to say advances it rather significantly with increasingly disastrous results for the TSAB as this tech spreads.
Anyway not to totally spoil, but since it would probably take me years to get there, if I ever do, in this crossover it all culminates in the final battle of Strikers acutally being a full blown invasion of Mid by an expansionist coalition accompanied by an huge fleet of ships to cover the reactivation of the Cradle and hopefully knock out the TSAB totally (they'd been neutral, but leaning against them up to this point). Given the massive deployment of AMF coupled with legions of heavily armed ground troops far more lethal then drones landing on the planet it becomes a massive cluster fuck needless to say. At least until the opposing alliance enters the battle and it becomes an even bigger cluster fuck with the TSAB caught in the middle.
It ends in the TSAB/Alliance winning, but with most of the capital being blown to shit, orbital debris raining down on the planet for the next few months, and Jail escaping with the coalition forces. At that point the TSAB is forced into the wider war and must begin rearming rapidly to compete in it. They keep fairly close to there original scheme of large well defended energy boats, but adapt with different weapons and broadened more generalized defenses. This all later ends in lulz when the original TSAB is encountered later having been totally unaware of what happened to it's counterpart in the other universe.
Wow that got way off topic of just talking about how I portrayed the TSAB in space combat.
Ehh, my TSAB space combat isn't that spectacular. It mostly replaces the usual weaponry with magical cannons, but treats everything else like normal.
Location: Formerly Iwakawa base and Chaldea. Now Teyvat, the Astral Express & the Outpost
Age: 44
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You mean the chaos that used to be here...
Lowe spamming links from /m/, Space showing the lastest proof of human stupidity, the whole room stopping to think as it fails to compute Kha's lastest crack, Funyan being so bipolar you wonder if he doesn't have Tourette Syndrome, the whole FFC room going WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN like how Ran goes CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN, Aaron going @_________________________________________________ _________@, Esta being set as an eroge hero by fellow IRCers, Phean trying to convert us to the Moriya's Faith, myself reporting the crackpot dreams I got (often related to Gensokyo), etc... It's an ordinary irc room with its lively and dead hours.
Let's see... Mr Zhao is a non-magic warrior specializing in mage-hunting. He fights with the Yongchun-style of Sinaen martial arts. He's from Sina, is a year younger than the Aces and is best buds with a transforming librarian. Like his Mars-Sarian mother, he is an ex-vigilante, a good cook and one hell of an improvisor. Plus he moves next door to the sisters in Uminari while under rehab.
She may find something useful, but frankly I don't know what. With his links to the Altean underworld, he might've bought Athena the free life she wanted. Not sure if that's what she still wants after moving in with her sisters.
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You mean the chaos that used to be here...
I think the chaos is even worse since there aren't mods to worry about, save Sbro threatening to ban me and Funya wanting to kick me some times.
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*smacks head* Dammit! Why didn't I think of that!
Because while Diana works as the Brain, no one is close enough to be the uke to Brain's seme.
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Ehh, my TSAB space combat isn't that spectacular. It mostly replaces the usual weaponry with magical cannons, but treats everything else like normal.
For me, there is some but not a lot of ship combat. The multiverse is either at peace or in some sort of a truce. The Navy is tasked mostly for humanitarian, investigative or scientific missions. In my world view, Bureau ships are slow and steady, twin-axial tanks that employ mainly salvos of wave motion torpedoes from long range, pulverizing targets before they get close. They are kind of like the Caldari but with the option to carry a capital weapon like the Arc (which I described as a "relatively" localized nuke) and Devicer Arrays (magic cannon turrets).
The Saint Church is a close ally and have some ships of their own, which are triangular and slow star destroyers crammed with capacitors and cooling arrays to vent off all the heat produced from their energy weapons (think Amarr or mini-Cradles). Many of the ships' designs, even the ships themselves at times, are centuries old, dating back into the era of the Empire. Hence their designs have all be tested in actual war, and very often the small Saint Navy is employed with Bureau escort fleets along demilitarized zones to assist with TSAB border control.
I proposed that civilian designs exist, and those originate from a region called the Corporate Sector of Altea. As the name suggests, its a large economic zone comprising of enterprising peoples who assisted the Bureau in gaining control of Ordered Space, and counts dimensional superclusters like Afrika, Orussia, Sina and the Centroasiatics. Their ships come in all shapes and sizes, mostly ruled by culture, sometimes even look as though they have been put together from a scrapheap ().
After the Jail Incident, a short, 4-year civil war broke out in Altea, spliting the region into 2 factions, the loyalist CSA and the Gadget drone separatists that also sponsored Jail enough to make him so bold to attempt a coup'd'tat. The sudden conflict made the TSAB look weak, and their old enemies made a few 'gestures'. This forced the Saint and Bureau Navies to be tied up at the borders, while defence of the CSA fell to the loyalists and PMCs, plus whatever the Bureau could spare.
So from 0075 to 0079 is the setting of my space battles, but we employed a mix of themes. Heineko dreamed up blazing space adventures for the TSS Decade while I focused on the heroes made up the ground war. Some times there were arcs, but mostly it jumps from ship to soldier to homeworld to corporate to a totally original character and back again. I also have other themes like how the major powers of Ordered Space are playing proxy chess with Altea as a game board.
Too bad this conflict is too damn big for me to write and only lives in the conversations between the three of us.
Civilizations, huh... you know, come to think of it I never played a Civilizations game before. Maybe I should pick one up...
Indeed, Medaka Box. In which one girl proves to her school just how abnormally amazing she is by taking over the entire student council by herself. Then, the shenanigans.
The Civ games are alright, if you like long and drawn out games. It took me a solid week of gameplay just to get out of BC and into AD.
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Lowe spamming links from /m/, Space showing the lastest proof of human stupidity, the whole room stopping to think as it fails to compute Kha's lastest crack, Funyan being so bipolar you wonder if he doesn't have Tourette Syndrome, the whole FFC room going WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN like how Ran goes CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN, Aaron going @_________________________________________________ _________@, Esta being set as an eroge hero by fellow IRCers, Phean trying to convert us to the Moriya's Faith, myself reporting the crackpot dreams I got (often related to Gensokyo), etc... It's an ordinary irc room with its lively and dead hours.
You forgot RAAAAAGE and hug fests.
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Let's see... Mr Zhao is a non-magic warrior specializing in mage-hunting. He fights with the Yongchun-style of Sinaen martial arts. He's from Sina, is a year younger than the Aces and is best buds with a transforming librarian. Like his Mars-Sarian mother, he is an ex-vigilante, a good cook and one hell of an improvisor. Plus he moves next door to the sisters in Uminari while under rehab.
She may find something useful, but frankly I don't know what. With his links to the Altean underworld, he might've bought Athena the free life she wanted. Not sure if that's what she still wants after moving in with her sisters.
Seems kinda OP for an EIGHT YEAR OLD CHILD. Kinda suspicious, too. Pretty sure not want.
Seems kinda OP for an EIGHT YEAR OLD CHILD. Kinda suspicious, too.
Should've been clearer. Zhao's 14/15 when he moves in around A's epilogue, making him a very old child-soldier. That's the time frame where I set for MateriaL DemAndS, so its more like "how are the Materials now?" kinda setting.
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Or he just sends Al or Brianna (the team's Genki Girl), who are immune to her glares.
