Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Character Creation and Discussion (second reincarnation)

[Evangelion Xgouki]

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

Actually, something very very similar happened when the TSAB first encountered the Erusians, though it was the Erusians who started shooting first.

Lol

Originally Posted by LimitedEternal

A distinct possibility. :3

Who knows what other side effects it could have

Originally Posted by LimitedEternal

I see...so Kha is into that kind of thing...

It does appear to be so...

Originally Posted by LimitedEternal

Heh. Toss me the name next rime one of you gets a chance. Although I won't be on much either, beta gets in the way of that. :3

I haven't been on much as I'm rushing to finish a costume for BlizzCon in...3 weeks . I'll be on a lot more after that. Might be on my main the most to prepare him for WotLK: Shamsel. Or my mage Choryujin.

Originally Posted by LimitedEternal

I think the intriguing bit of it involves how cracked you can make it.

Crack makes things more interesting

Originally Posted by LimitedEternal

Zafira has learned Shield Bash(Rank 1).
Yellow doesn't work so well...>.>

Well since they mostly fight mages I think it'd be a great ability to have

Originally Posted by TheShinySword

Finally some OC's to post (granted they're all goofy and not to be taken seriously and Ana's the only one finished >.>) And I blame Kriss and her rpg game for giving me ideas >.>

Intelligence division 502
aka
“The Maid Brigade”

The Maid Brigade is a unit of intelligence agents and bodyguards who are hired by various units and outside sources, or placed in units by TSAB as well... maids, very few people are aware the Maid Brigade members are spies or skilled fighters they think they're just the TSAB's cleaning crew. In other words it's a unit of maids... and a butler.
They're lead by a mysterious woman only known as “Rosie” and never shows her face.

...the hell?

*whacks TSS with a broom*

[Comartemis]

Originally Posted by TheShinySword

Finally some OC's to post (granted they're all goofy and not to be taken seriously and Ana's the only one finished >.>) And I blame Kriss and her rpg game for giving me ideas >.>

Intelligence division 502
aka
“The Maid Brigade”

The Maid Brigade is a unit of intelligence agents and bodyguards who are hired by various units and outside sources, or placed in units by TSAB as well... maids, very few people are aware the Maid Brigade members are spies or skilled fighters they think they're just the TSAB's cleaning crew. In other words it's a unit of maids... and a butler.
They're lead by a mysterious woman only known as “Rosie” and never shows her face.

Spoiler for Ana (Shiny Version):

Ana (Shiny Version)
Codename: The Housewife
Gender: Female
Age: A lady never tells
Occupation: 2nd in command of “Maid Brigade”
Height: “5” ish...
Weight: “Oh my if I told you that I'd have to kill you”
Hair Color: Purple
Eye Color: Blue
Magic Rank: No actual ranking, she'd have to be registered then. But she's rumored to have AA like skill.
Magic Type: Neo-Belkan
Magic Color: Purple
Device: Dyson the Maid's best friend.

Profile:
Coming from a clan of espionage mages Ana decided the best way to utilize her cleaning prowess (embedded in her by her mother who really really wanted Ana to be a normal housewife) and her fighting skills (embedded in her by her father who wanted his little girl to be able to take care of herself and everyone within a ten mile radius) was to become a TSAB agent and got herself hired as a cleaning lady. However when the unit she was cleaning came under attack and she defended the place by completely wiping out the attackers she was moved to the Maid Brigade where she could do the most good.

She became friends with the Aces and co when she was assigned to Riot Force 6 to keep an eye on the powerful unit. She particularly became close to Nanoha and Zafira. Nanoha because Ana helped her detrimentally with Vivio and Zafira because she and him worked together to care for Vivio. Ana was instructed not to keep Vivio from being kidnapped from her higher ups, leading to her decision to continue looking after Riot Force Six's disbanding. Although Nanoha never knows where Ana goes when she isn't working.

Personality:

Ana's the kind of woman who always sounds sweet and kind no matter what she's saying. Regardless if she's asking if you'd like another cookie or telling you she's about to rip you apart she always sounds kind, it's when she doesn't that you know there's some serious shit going down. It's also difficult for people to tell when she's joking. The younger maids call her onee-sama out of admiration and utter fear.

Relationships:

Vivio: The little girl calls Ana onee-sama for lack of a better word and the fact Ana refuses to be called aunt. Vivio admires Ana and it's because of Ana that Vivio's learning to clean her entire house in under an hour. Ana's very protective of her little mistress (especially due to the fact she was unable to help during the Scagletti incident), and Vivio's the only one who suspects Ana's not just a good cleaner and cook.

Nanoha: Nanoha trusts Ana with her little girl though has absolutely no idea what Ana's capable of. They've become good friends though Nanoha wishes Ana wasn't so secretive about her personal life.

Fate + Yuuno: Ana takes the time to make sure both of them know all of the latest happenings with Vivio, the good and bad due to Nanoha sometimes being closed mouth about those things.

Zafira: The Guardian Knight and the Housewife bonded over their shared overprotective attitudes over Vivio. Ana sends Zafira weekly updates where ever he is, even more often than she tells Fate and Yuuno. Whenever Zafira's in town the two go out, it's Zafira's way of saying thank you though it's spurned some odd rumors about the two. Rumors Arf went through a lot of trouble to figure out if they were true.

Barrier Jacket:

Ana actually doesn't use a special barrier jacket, nor does anyone in the maid brigade, she simply reinforces her normal clothes the only exception is if she happens to be caught not wearing an apron then she'll create one.

Fighting Style

She's pretty good with hand to hand combat and great with foul play (Ana is not above knocking out her opponent from behind with a vase or with a few pills in a drink) Ana likes to disable her opponent before they become her opponent and she tries to avoid magical combat when she can, the property damage she causes tends not to be liked much.

Device

Spoiler for image:

Dyson the Maid's best friend (Now with beat and sweep)

Dyson takes form of a small brush when not in use and is often seen being used by Ana for mundane cleaning.

AI: Male.

Dyson's rather even tempered and very polite referring to Ana as mistress. He obeys commands without fail like a good device should (I'm looking at you Falling Soul).

Transformed form: He takes the form of an average, though fancy, looking Vacuum but in reality is definitely anything but. Together they've caused property damage that would make the best of wall breaking mages proud. There seems to be a wormhole in his chamber because he can seemingly suck up anything without getting full.

Spells (more then just those listed but I'm quite lazy and spell making's boring ):

Stealth:
Hide and seek: A spell that tricks the eye into thinking Ana's part of the scenery, of course she's still there and if she's touched the spell with immediately be broken.

Defying Gravity: While Ana can't fly this spell renders her gravity free for a few minutes, of course if used outdoors it's useless due to the fact she'll just float away but indoors it can make for a quick escape or at least a quick hide and she never has to worry about high shelves.

Defense:

Defenser: Ana only has the most basic of shield skills down.

Attack:

Improved Suction: Ana reeves up Dyson, and he proceeds to suck in everything directly in front of him for a feet, considering she's a ground mage it can be quite a lot, this is typically coupled with...

Reverse: Ana reverses the flow causing Dyson to become essentially a cannon firing anything from pebbles to cars at her opponent.

Attachment 1: Ana unhooks the tube and attaches her first attachment, it gives her better aim when she uses Reverse.

Attachment 2: Ana attaches a slender opening to the tube and uses it to create a magical blade that can be used in hand to hand combat.

Beat and Sweep: Ana's biggest attack Dyson starts to suck up everything within range and pounds it into rubble the rubble is the shot back out at the unfortunate opponent.

Trivia:

- If there's gossip going around Ana knows about it. She's the local gossip rag “The Lyrical Times”'s anonymous source most of the time. She also knows almost all the embarrassing secrets TSAB officers wouldn't want to come out, but she's very closed mouthed when she knows it could hurt someone.

Spoiler for Emma Gale:

Emma Gale
Codename: Rampage
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Occupation: Maid in the Maid Brigade
Height: “5'2”
Weight: “I-I *blush* how could you even ask that.”
Hair color: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Mage Rank: Around B+ (actual rank unrecorded)
Magic Type: Neo Belkan
Magic Color: Violet with orange spots (you can laugh now)
Device: Swiffer the Maid's partner

Appearance: Emma is an average girl, a bit on the short side with no overtly noticeable features. She has shoulder length brown hair that she keeps tied up for practical purposes, her brown eyes are rather soft. She keeps great attention to her appearance but unfortunately has a tenancy to really like cookies.

Emma's very fond of skirts mostly due to the fact her brother freaks out when she wears them and anything that bothers him makes Emma very happy. When she's not in her maid uniform she likes to wear big poffy skirts her secret dream is to get to wear a giant hoop skirt.

Profile:

Emma was born the second of two children to the Gale family. She lived a happy ordinary life except for one thing, her overly protective older brother Lex Gale. Older than her by four years, Lex took 'it's the big brother's job to look after the little sister' a bit too far and decided to protect her from every single little thing that might injure her. This only succeeded in driving Emma up the wall. She understands it's her brother's way of saying I love you but if he could just love her a bit less she'd be happier.

In an act of rebellion Emma joined the TSAB hoping to prove to Lex she could take care of herself, unfortunately this only caused Lex to drop his job as a sailor and join her in basic training. To her horror Lex turned out to be much stronger than her and once again tried to protect her. (It didn't help that he realized he had a new threat to face down, boys. He once suggested she should marry him to keep the boys away only to get severely beat up.) So as soon as Emma was ready to join a unit she opted for the one unit she thought he'd never join, The Maid Brigade. Of course nothing could stop him from being near his little sister and he joined too becoming the only butler. Emma continues to attempt to break free of his grip but cannot seem to find a boy who isn't terrified of her brother.

Personality:

Emma's a very , she's thoughtful and intelligent though she's known to use that intelligence to manipulate people when it's needed. Of course her soft exterior is hiding by her vengeful interior, Emma holds grudges, forever. The only person she's ever violent to though is her brother. Some people claim you've never seen a woman's rage until you see how the Gale siblings go at it. Emma doesn't particularly like being a maid (calling men master drives her crazy) but she's stuck in the brigade until she can get a transfer sorted out,

Relationships:

Yuuno: Emma, a big fan of books, hangs out at the infinite library a bit. When she met Yuuno she saw a fellow book lover and the two became friends through that. Emma sees Yuuno as the Big Brother she wishes she had instead of the one she does have. (Who only doesn't stalk her when she's at the library because she convinced him Yuuno's gay) Emma is also an advocate for the Just Confess You Moron club and joins in many of Yuuno's friends in trying to get Yuuno to tell Nanoha his feelings.

Arf: Also met at the library, Arf often listens when Emma rants about her brother.

Ana: As her sempai Emma looks up to Ana a lot and often goes to her for advice.

Jason *see Jason's profile*: Although upon their first meeting Emma mistook him for a girl and a jerky one at that, the two have become good friends and Emma's developed something of a crush on him (A crush she has to keep very very hidden for fear of a certain brother come stomping through.)

Lex: Despite what she says Emma is glad to have her brother around she just wishes he wasn't always around.

More relationships but I'm too lazy to type them all up >.>

Device:

Swiffer the Maid's partner

Spoiler for Image:

Normally appearing in duster form.

AI: Female

Swiffer enjoys criticizing everything about Emma, successfully annoying Emma more than Lex. She believes Emma is not yet maid material and occasionally won't transform.

Spells:

TBA

Spoiler for Jason Beaumont:

Jason-Gregor-Samual-Auguste-Samson-Mathew d'Éon de Beaumont (or Jason Beaumont)
Codename: Jennifer
Gender: Male (though there is a betting pool going around at the moment)
Occupation: A maid in the Maid Brigade
Age: 20
Height: “5'6”
Weight: “That's not really important is it?”
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Magic Rank: A
Magic Color: Dark purplish pink
Magic Type: Belkan
Device: Chevalier the gender confused broom

Appearance: When in normal clothes he actually doesn't look very feminine at all, though his hair is long he keeps it tied back all the time and when he's off duty for a while he lets a small goatee grow in. He's a skinny guy but he's been called handsome before though he's been called cute more.

When he's in drag he's undetectable from a normal girl, several girls have commented that he's prettier than them to which he shrugs.

Profile:

Growing up with three older sisters who seemed to think Jason had been born to be their play thing caused Jason to find it completely normal to dress like a girl. Not only normal but mundane. When he joined the TSAB he was drafted into The Maid Brigade due to his disguise skill, he's only a partial member and often does work for other, off the books, units. When he crossdresses it does it because it's his job not because he enjoys it.

Jason often has to avoid his “sister's” many male suitors who are blissfully unaware that Jennifer doesn't exist.

Personality:

Many mistake his sleepy indifference with dislike. He's rather straight forward but his intentions are normally good. He admits he's better with people when in drag.

Relationships:

Hayate: After working with Hayate on a mission Hayate often requests help from Jason, if only because she enjoys dressing him up.

Wolkenritter: All of the Wolkenritter are under the impression that Jason is really Jennifer which once almost led to Jason ending up in a bath with all of the Wolkenritter women. Luckily, or unluckily depending on your POV, they were interrupted and Jason's secret remained secret.

Emma: Originally they didn't get along well, he thought her to be a violent harpy and she thought him to be a violent bitchy woman. When they were teamed up together and Emma learned the truth and he realized first impressions can be wrong they became friends and allies against the more ridiculous people in the world.

More relationships TBA

Device:

Chevalier the gender confused broom

TBA

Spells:

TBA

Spoiler for Lex Gale:

Lex Gale
Codename: Butler
Gender: Male
Occupation: Butler for The Maid Brigade
Age: 21
Height: “5'10”
Weight: “A healthy one”
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Brown
Magic Rank: AA
Magic Color: Gray
Magic Type: Belkan
Device: Goddat the fishing rod

Appearance:

When he's not working the long haired blond dresses very casually and allows a scraggly beard to grow out. He's never seen without a hook in his ear like a piercing (that's his device).

On the job he dresses sharply always in a suit he wouldn't be caught dead in otherwise. He takes good care of his appearance then, making sure to shave and keep his hair in a neat little pony tail.

Profile: TBA

Personality:

He's a very easy going, laid back guy. He's pretty nice, if not a little slow, but very good natured and innocent. He never has a single bad thought... unless he thinks that someone's threatening (or flirting with) his sister. Then he becomes a fearsome warrior surprising everyone who knows him and embarrassing his sister.


Everything else TBA...

Of course there are many more maids but not all can be listed.
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If anyone remembers Ana the housewife's last name I would be very thankful and yes yes I am on some maid crack

Such a unit demands a port of Hayate Ayasaki! SEND IN THE COMBAT BUTLERS!

[TheShinySword]

Originally Posted by Comartemis

...Combat butlers? Where's Hayate?

In his own show

[Sheba]

Walter C. Dornez is superior anyway.

[Kha]

Joke OCs, but at least its new content...

[Evangelion Xgouki]

Originally Posted by Sheba

Walter C. Dornez is superior anyway.

Ah, the Angel of Death himself. Walter is an awesome character . Now thoughts of a Nanoha/Hellsing crossover are floating in my head

Alucard vs. Fate...oh my

[Comartemis]

Jesus Eva, aren't you having enough fun slaughtering the Aces with your Evangelion crossover without tossing Alucard into the mix as well?

[Evangelion Xgouki]

Originally Posted by Comartemis

Jesus Eva, aren't you having enough fun slaughtering the Aces with your Evangelion crossover without tossing Alucard into the mix as well?

Hey now, I'm not slaughtering any of them .

...or am I?

*RUNZ*

[Tempy]

So over in FFT, Nikki the Kitty posted a challenge to write a fic based on this song:

Spoiler for Ghost Love Score:

So I did.

Enjoy~

Spoiler for Final Act:

In a single moment, the song of war came to an abrupt end. Shouts and screams were silenced, leaving only the quiet halls with the resounding noise of greaves clanking with every step. The blood of the innocent and the guilty stained the black and red armor of the marching knight, steadfast and purposeful in his steps. The aching creak of ancient ironclad doors echoed through the grand halls, announcing the fallen Knight’s entrance to the sole occupant. Massive and wondrous, the hallowed throne room of the Cradle held a coldness that came with the absence of others. Once this place was warm and bustled with life, but now…

And there, she sat upon her throne. Adorned in brilliant silver armor and azure garments, the Sankt Kaiser was ever the invincible king of Belka. Her holy sword was by her side, sheathed in resplendent gold and blue; she had waited so long for this moment…

“You’ve come at last…” she said, mismatched eyes gazing stoically upon the intruder. Every part of her was schooled emotions – not even her eyes betrayed the feelings she had now. “Have you nothing to say, Traitor Knight?”

Although no words passed from the Knight, save for the soft scraping of metal as he drew his sword. Warped and jagged from corruption, the once flawless blade was a mess of eroded runes with chips and pockets along its edge. Countless souls had fallen to this sword of tragedy, a once holy weapon stained black with sin.

“I see. Then… there is nothing more to concern us with,” the king nodded and rose from her seat, bringing her armament up to bear. In the same deliberate slowness as her foe, she drew the sword with a hiss of metal. Bringing the hilt up to her face, she closed her eyes in silent salute before finally pointing the blade’s tip at the Knight. “Come at me with all your might, Reiniger!”

He roared in maddening defiance, cursed black blade splitting the air as he charged the throne. Gold and silk was split in twain as Tyrfing bit into the marble pedestal underneath. Above soared the Sankt Kaiser, whose own blade sang as sought blood. Yet it was only air that she drew, the black form of her opponent blur as he leapt to the side. Just as quickly, he met her upon her landing, sword flashing.

Dark and light collided furiously, sparks arcing with every great clash of blades and wills.

The Sankt Kaiser was the better swordswoman – that was without doubt. Fluid grace and masterful techniques repelled the Knight’s onslaught and allowed her to counterattack... With the smallest of movements, she would parry an otherwise lethal blow and deflect even the mightiest of blows. Every attack, every thrust and slash, she could see with experienced clarity. Though her opponent was indeed skilled and frighteningly powerful, his fury weakening his guard, and in those openings, the king struck.

Vermilion eyes blazed furiously within that black helm, an immortal glare that never turned away. In contrast to the holy king, Noland fought with a wild ferocity and overwhelming strength that far eclipsed the king’s ability. Deep within that lost mind clouded with insanity, years of battle guided his mad fury. The Sankt Kaiser may have be able to take advantage of his rough and unrefined stance, but she could do little to block his strikes. With every blow, her legs weakened and her arms strained to resist.

Tirelessly, they fought with both reckless abandon and focused might, the entire throne room their battlefield. Tirelessly, they traded blows that would kill a lesser man, and they moved with bloody elegance superhuman. Tirelessly, they danced that endless waltz.

A jagged chain snaked out from the flank, wrapping around the Sankt Kaiser’s offhand wrist and pulling taut. Her left side now open, the Knight slammed an armored foot into her side and kicked her sprawling to the ground. She rolled quickly, however, as red bolts of energy peppered the spot where she just was.

Charging him once more, the young king brought her sword low as if to strike from below. Her opponent responded in kind, dropping his stance to guard.

“Fool!” she mocked, using the Knight’s knee as a step to leap high into the air, returning with her sword slashing downwards. Edge scraped warped steel as it left a gash in Noland’s plate armor, though in moments it was sealed back up. Already he counterattacked, his free arm sweeping low and grasping the king’s ankle and lifting her bodily into the air. Blazing red eyes glared balefully at the upside-down woman.

“Worthless king,” he spat in distorted and warped voice, throwing her to the side like unwanted garbage. The wall she impacted in crumbled inwards from the sheer force of the throw, bits of it falling off as the king bounced off. Staggering to her feet, she raised her sword high, a Belkan spell triangle springing up by her feet.

“Is that your best, Reiniger?!” the Sankt Kaiser roared as her sword glowed brightly. Slashing downwards, a pillar of heavenly light exploded on top of the black knight, scorching white flames searing his flesh.

His reply was another guttural roar, greater in wrath than ever before. The very air around him crackled with mysterious energy as he bounded towards his foe, Tyrfing arcing through the air. The moments theirs blades met, the world around the exploded in a fiery burst of furious power! Scorching winds and magical fire erupted forth in a great tempest around the black knight, a grand destructive Holocaust of rage and madness.

Caught in the epicenter, the holy king of Belka could do nothing but be set ablaze by this manifestation of the Knight’s fury. Never before had her body been hurt so badly, her flesh scorched – did the Armor of the Sankt Kaiser do nothing against this?! She could think no further as a gauntlet fist crashed into her jaw, stars dancing in her eyes and the world around her briefly losing color. The disorientation became worse still as the pommel of Noland’s sword slammed into her shoulders, knocking away her strength to stand. Falling to her knees, the great Belkan king knew in that instant, she had lost.

At last…

The Sankt Kaiser closed her eyes and bowed her head, accepting her defeat. “Please… set me free from these shackles of fate. Take me; cure me; kill me! Redeem me into childhood. Show me myself with out a shell…”

Without another word, the fallen Knight raised his blackened sword over his head, readying to bring the blade through the Saint’s neck. But as mere seconds passed, no finishing stroke came. Hesitation? Indecision? The pause was both tense and agonizingly quiet. Suddenly, holy and tainted swords came forth.

The blades struck each other once again, though now, a great crack formed in the blackened body of Noland’s weapon. With a sound that echoed the screams and cries of the hundreds it had slain, the sword of tragedy, Tyrfing, was shattered. In that moment, the Sankt Kaiser’s holy blade pierced the obsidian and crimson carapace, biting deeply into exhausted flesh. The platina tip of the king’s blade rammed straight through the fallen knight’s chest, stabbing straight out from his back.

From numbed fingers fell the ruined mass of shards and broken metal, a slow, shuddering breath escaping the daemonic helm. As the king withdrew her sword, the knight could no longer stand, dropping to his knees as his strength pooled out of him. His fall was seized, however, as the Sankt Kaiser threw away her weapon and captured him with her arms. Crimson stained her silver armor, yet she paid no mind. Instead, she gently removed the knight’s helmet, almost gasping at her old friend’s true face.

How terrifyingly different he seemed now. Haggard and ghoul-like, Noland looked decades older than his true age, his skin a dead white and his long onyx hair lifeless. His eyes remained clenched shut, however. No longer did he have the will to fight, that lunatic fury stifled into a mere cinder.

“How I wish I could see you, my Lady, without this fiery rage blinding me,” he smiled tiredly, facing her despite his closed eyes.

“Why did you not strike me down? Why did you hesitate?” she whispered to him, her emotions rushing back in that moment. Red and green orbs glistened with barely suppressed sorrow – so difficult it was now, to remain calm.

“What man is there, of any worth or merit, that does not love his king?” Noland wheezed, his voice returned to smooth and dark baritone.

A soft gasp escaped the king’s lips, and her eyes widened in both surprise and shock.

“I was angry… angry because I did not understand. Now I do… and because I understand, nothing else matters now. …I have no regrets.”

“…”

“This is how it should be,” he sighed, a gentle smile crossing over his face. “Dying in the bosom of my king… like a just and loyal knight…”

“Noland…”

“My fall… will be for you…” the Knight sighed again before at last speaking nevermore.

Silently, the king dipped her head so as to press her cheek against his forehead. Now… now she would let herself cry. For the longest time, guilt had crushed her spirit and tore at her will. Her selfishness was responsible for this tragedy, and yet, the very man she had betrayed and cast to the very depths of despair returned not only to free her, but also forgive her.

She was not worthy to have such a faithful Knight…

“You… you were the one to cut me,” The Sankt Kaiser murmured, feeling the world around her fading away. It was getting a little cold, so she pulled the two of them closer together. “So I will bleed forever…”

Here and now, nothing else mattered. Only these two, these wounded souls, existed amidst the ruined marble and shattered stone. While the world burned around them, they slept a wonderful, peaceful sleep.

In their dreams, in hell and in paradise, they would meet again.

[Kha]

If Noland's eyes didn't burn a fiery red but a bone-chilling cold, it could've been Mage Knight Jaina Proudmoore versus Arthas the Lich King...... T_T



EDIT: The Sankt Kaiser wants YOU join the "Keroko for Megami" campaign! We need to get our local Ace into the leading magazine of love, girls and fanservice! Submit something, anything, that fits into the Nanohaverse franchise, and I'll try to get it translated.

This is the time for Cadia to stand together! Viva la Revolution! ZEIG CADIA!!!

[AdmiralTigerclaw]

The following Character will be making a Cameo Appearance in MSLN test dummies. However, she will not be doing anything of signifcant importance except creep Daedalus out something fierce.

Spoiler for Guess Who?:

Megumi Tenrai


(Megumi prepares to use the 'Light of Regulus')

AGE: 10,000
CLASS: Goddess (Class IV Supernatural Life Form.)
AFFILLIATION: Divine Order of the Valkyrie Elite (D.O.V.E.)
Estimated Nanohaverse Mage Rank: X? -- Undeterminable (Oh shit oh shit! Put it back!)

Theme Song: http://www.sheezyart.com/view/1886501/

Battle Music: http://www.sheezyart.com/view/1861654/

Scheduled for a guest appearance in MSLN Test Dummies, Megumi Tenrai is a wandering warrior goddess with a dual personality.

Megumi, at first glance, appears docile, a little slow, perhaps even a bit ditzy. She is a very sweet natured young lady (relatively speaking) with a soft spot for small cute plushie items such as stuffed bears. Her personality is so frightfully disarming that most people dismiss her in any kind of violent situation. Despite appearances however, she’s incredibly competent.
Megumi has been known to project a certain attitude of seeming clairvoyance in her ability to read people like an open book, seeing through their carefully built facades and emotional masks to understand the individual and motives beneath those masks. This nature has allowed her to appear at points of conflict across the cosmos and act as ambassador of peace without seeming to do so. In fact, nearly all don’t realize she was negotiating for them until well after she’s left. The honest, soft spoken way in which she communicates with people makes the options she presents come across as simple solutions that make each side wonder why they didn’t think of it.

“Megumi? Fight? That would be news to me…”
- Clawson Zantis, Demon (Catlike Species), Order of Felis Omegus

We present you with the image of sweet, docile Megumi, sitting down, waiting for a cup of tea. The maid comes in, trips over something, and spills the entire plate, losing the tea all over the floor. After apologizing profusely and cleaning the mess, the maid looks up and finds Megumi, drinking calmly out of one of the teacups that had supposedly fallen to the floor. The fact is, that cup never made it half way to the ground, it was caught. It was caught without spilling a drop, without anyone noticing, by the seemingly harmless young lady sipping out of it. This is but a subtle sign of Megumi’s true nature.

Spoiler for Seal of the Divine Order of the Valkyrie Elite:

Megumi is a Valkyrie. Class number two hundred and sixty four of the ancient training of the Divine Order of Valkyrie Elite, and the record holder for the coveted title of Lance Master, and by that title, keeper of Regulus. According to the evaluations of the Divine Order of Valkyrie Elite and the elder council of the Coalition of Ancient Times (COAT), Megumi is the single most skilled individual in the known universe.

And for good reason.

Megumi’s idea of a mild warm up involves a medium sized military division complete with heavy armor and air power, eight seconds, and its complete decimation. This is possible because of her martial prowess, her training, and her inherent magic level as a goddess.
Megumi surpassed the masters of the Valkyrie training in skill, which combines over fifty forms of complementary close combat arts of both the armed, unarmed, and magical styles taken from across the cosmos and combined into a single all encompassing art form to create an all purpose style with all the specialties and quirks of a particular style. Megumi’s strongest points are Spearmanship, and open handed striking combat.
Her training, along side the Valkyrie combat, included instruction by renowned strategic military master, General Sun Tzu. General Tzu was one of the greatest strategic commanders of the Galactic War, second to Admiral Shilva in raw strategic ability. (Tzu’s historical records in China are but a mere record of a Vacation he took a few thousand years ago. General Tzu is currently retired, and spends his time as a Ramen Vendor in southern Tokyo. He enjoys spending his time providing friendly advice to people who have no idea as to his exploits and the friendly atmosphere of the location.)

As a goddess, a class four supernatural entity with access to upper levels of magical manipulation influence, Megumi can be said to be powerful. This is true, a being doesn’t earn the classification as a god/goddess by being weak. Megumi’s influence is on galactic scale of energy. Only when using the most powerful of magics does she have to start considering any kind of power budgeting. However, raw power alone does not make a warrior. As a magic user, the vast levels of control needed for most spells are a must. Megumi’s Valkyrie Enforced focus provides that control.
It is however, with some regret that she does not have a very wide range of magical skills, choosing instead to focus on a moderate range of decisively powerful combat oriented skills. To make up for it, she also utilizes the tools granted to her as the Lance Master of the Divine Order of Valkyrie Elite.

Spoiler for Utilities 1: Marks of the Flesh.:

(Mark of Binds, Magnified for detail view)

Megumi is equipped with the legendary branding technique known as the Marks of the Flesh. Magic branding that instantly grants a set power for easy use.

Mark of Binds:
The strongest temporal dilation spell ever written, the mark activates the spell known as Wave of Binds when Megumi clenches the fist which has the mark on the back. This instantly places her in a personal temporal field with a temporal ratio of One Thousand over One. Making it a proverbial Time Freeze to her opponents. (She gets a little over sixteen minutes of activity to our one second.) This is however, an energy intensive spell, and it is Megumi’s raw power allows her to spam it and abuse the time dialation, resulting in a near unstoppable session of Temporal Blitzing… The effect disrupts with direct contact with another magic user… resulting in the sudden appearance of Megumi as she delivers a strike.

Mark of Nothing:
Clenching of the opposite hand which contains this mark activates a spell known as Wave of Nothing. This spell allows for Megumi to render herself incorporeal, which some would call, out of phase, allowing objects and/or attacks to pass through her, or for her to selectively pass through objects.


 Wave of Nothing Bound

Combining the magics of the two marks above produces this effect. A powerful technique that allows Megumi to seemingly teleport-spam through solid objects, rip through reinforced armor like confetti, and smash targets in less time than it takes to blink.


Mark of Arms: CALL TO ARMS
Mark of Arms is synchronized with a matching mark on the weapon of Megumi’s choice, in this case, Regulus. Branded to the inside of her palm, Megumi activates this spell by holding her hand to the side and opening it like she’s going to catch something. The marked item (Regulus) teleports itself instantly into he grasp no matter what the location is in the galaxy.

Mark of Guard: RAISE THE GUARD
Mark of Guard is synchronized with a matching mark on whatever Armor Megumi may use, in this case, the armor Sentinel. Megumi touches this mark (located just above the tailbone on her flesh along her spine.) with two fingers to activate the spell and summon her armor to her body, no matter what the location. (The mark will know the touch even through clothing.)

Spoiler for Utilities 2: Legendary Gear:

Relic Weapon: Legendary Spear of Light, Regulus.

The Legendary Relic Weapon named Regulus is one of only a handful of Relics created during the Galactic War. This particular weapon is a hand crafted magic spear, complete with indestructibility enchantments. The handle of the spear is a disjointed -shape almost like a barred spiral, connected at the middle to form two distinct areas of grip. The material is a polished ancient substance who’s chemical composition is forgotten, but has a finish like that of polished wood surfacing. The blade itself is a flattened spearhead with edges ideal for slicing when Megumi isn’t using a piercing attack. At the base of the blade, on what is considered the rear edge, there is a spike that can be used for ‘pick-axe’ like attacks, or for grabbing and holding objects. The blade is made from a metallic compound who’s exact chemical composition is unknown, only that even without enchantment its stronger than tungsten-carbide, and can magically raise its temperature to ten thousand degrees without softening. Combined with the near monomolecular edge, Regulus can cut through even Starship grade armor given time.


Enchanted Armor: Perceptive Guardian, Sentinel

The exquisite defensive armor known as Sentinel is one of the few sets of armor surviving from the Galactic war, and an example of some of the finest magical craftsmanship ever made. The armor is form fitting, loose fitting, and light. It’s made of a material that remains soft until struck, but instantly hardens to strength greater than most starship grade armors. Combined with the magical enchanting, it is capable of withstanding contact nuclear detonations in the megaton range. It provides full body coverage as a one solid piece from head to toe, and does not need to be maintained. As a side effect of being one solid piece, it does not clatter or clank… allowing Megumi to travel fully protected, silently. The only open spot in this armor is the head, with no Sentinel helmet having survived the Galactic War. However, it’s protection is still unmatched by the best power armors modern technology can create.

Spoiler for Common Abilities:

Light of Regulus
Aside from indestructible qualities, and incredible cutting power of the blade. Regulus can direct a one-foot wide beam of coherent heat and light equal to twenty-five thousand degrees from the point of its blade. The beam can be used to burn or cut through armored targets like a hot knife through butter. Megumi has been known to use this attack to slice starships in half. To use, Megumi grips Regulus with both hands, and speaks the key-phrase “Burn”. Releasing one hand cuts the beam off.

Nova
Just because Megumi may have thrown the spear and is no longer holding it, does not mean that it is any less dangerous. By speaking the key-phrase ‘engulf’ while touching the mark of arms in the palm of her hand. The spear instantly heats the air around it to fifteen thousand degrees, producing a violent blast that instantly catches anything it touches on fire, and destroys those hapless individuals who may have been in the room. If Megumi is holding Regulus, she cannot touch the Mark of Arms, so it is impossible to accidentally Nova the air while she’s holding the weapon.

True Gate of Ra
As keeper of Regulus, and the Lance Master of the Valkyries, Megumi has been taught the single most powerful spell in the Divine Order’s arsenal, the True Gate of Ra. A combination of self writing magical air script to create a Gate Circle, and mentally controlled aiming combined with a medium length activation incantation, the True Gate of Ra is a frightening spell that links the gate with the heart of a galaxy. When the gate opens, the energized and pressurized contents on the other side find a hole for which gravity does not effect, and spills through, coming through this side as a magically focused fusion beam of unfathomable power. Depending on the aiming of the user, the True Gate of Ra can be anywhere from two meters wide, to twenty-five kilometers across. The high-density energy beam is a significant threat even to capital starships at long ranges. This is why it is risky to Challenge Megumi with anything less than an entire fleet.



On top of these spells, Megumi, as a Goddess, has naturally reinforced physical durability and phenomenal strength, allowing her to easily rip the turrets off tanks and take heavy artillery fire directly before she even uses defensive abilities like her armor or any shielding magics. Magumi may or may not utilize any number of spells not noted here. However, outside of a combat state of mind, Megumi’s dominant personality seems to lack focus to correctly pull off the average spell, explosive hilarity may result. Use caution.

[Kazuya Shiranami]

Originally Posted by Tempest Dynasty

So over in FFT, Nikki the Kitty posted a challenge to write a fic based on this song:

Spoiler for Ghost Love Score:

So I did.

Enjoy~

Spoiler for Final Act:

In a single moment, the song of war came to an abrupt end. Shouts and screams were silenced, leaving only the quiet halls with the resounding noise of greaves clanking with every step. The blood of the innocent and the guilty stained the black and red armor of the marching knight, steadfast and purposeful in his steps. The aching creak of ancient ironclad doors echoed through the grand halls, announcing the fallen Knight’s entrance to the sole occupant. Massive and wondrous, the hallowed throne room of the Cradle held a coldness that came with the absence of others. Once this place was warm and bustled with life, but now…

And there, she sat upon her throne. Adorned in brilliant silver armor and azure garments, the Sankt Kaiser was ever the invincible king of Belka. Her holy sword was by her side, sheathed in resplendent gold and blue; she had waited so long for this moment…

“You’ve come at last…” she said, mismatched eyes gazing stoically upon the intruder. Every part of her was schooled emotions – not even her eyes betrayed the feelings she had now. “Have you nothing to say, Traitor Knight?”

Although no words passed from the Knight, save for the soft scraping of metal as he drew his sword. Warped and jagged from corruption, the once flawless blade was a mess of eroded runes with chips and pockets along its edge. Countless souls had fallen to this sword of tragedy, a once holy weapon stained black with sin.

“I see. Then… there is nothing more to concern us with,” the king nodded and rose from her seat, bringing her armament up to bear. In the same deliberate slowness as her foe, she drew the sword with a hiss of metal. Bringing the hilt up to her face, she closed her eyes in silent salute before finally pointing the blade’s tip at the Knight. “Come at me with all your might, Reiniger!”

He roared in maddening defiance, cursed black blade splitting the air as he charged the throne. Gold and silk was split in twain as Tyrfing bit into the marble pedestal underneath. Above soared the Sankt Kaiser, whose own blade sang as sought blood. Yet it was only air that she drew, the black form of her opponent blur as he leapt to the side. Just as quickly, he met her upon her landing, sword flashing.

Dark and light collided furiously, sparks arcing with every great clash of blades and wills.

The Sankt Kaiser was the better swordswoman – that was without doubt. Fluid grace and masterful techniques repelled the Knight’s onslaught and allowed her to counterattack... With the smallest of movements, she would parry an otherwise lethal blow and deflect even the mightiest of blows. Every attack, every thrust and slash, she could see with experienced clarity. Though her opponent was indeed skilled and frighteningly powerful, his fury weakening his guard, and in those openings, the king struck.

Vermilion eyes blazed furiously within that black helm, an immortal glare that never turned away. In contrast to the holy king, Noland fought with a wild ferocity and overwhelming strength that far eclipsed the king’s ability. Deep within that lost mind clouded with insanity, years of battle guided his mad fury. The Sankt Kaiser may have be able to take advantage of his rough and unrefined stance, but she could do little to block his strikes. With every blow, her legs weakened and her arms strained to resist.

Tirelessly, they fought with both reckless abandon and focused might, the entire throne room their battlefield. Tirelessly, they traded blows that would kill a lesser man, and they moved with bloody elegance superhuman. Tirelessly, they danced that endless waltz.

A jagged chain snaked out from the flank, wrapping around the Sankt Kaiser’s offhand wrist and pulling taut. Her left side now open, the Knight slammed an armored foot into her side and kicked her sprawling to the ground. She rolled quickly, however, as red bolts of energy peppered the spot where she just was.

Charging him once more, the young king brought her sword low as if to strike from below. Her opponent responded in kind, dropping his stance to guard.

“Fool!” she mocked, using the Knight’s knee as a step to leap high into the air, returning with her sword slashing downwards. Edge scraped warped steel as it left a gash in Noland’s plate armor, though in moments it was sealed back up. Already he counterattacked, his free arm sweeping low and grasping the king’s ankle and lifting her bodily into the air. Blazing red eyes glared balefully at the upside-down woman.

“Worthless king,” he spat in distorted and warped voice, throwing her to the side like unwanted garbage. The wall she impacted in crumbled inwards from the sheer force of the throw, bits of it falling off as the king bounced off. Staggering to her feet, she raised her sword high, a Belkan spell triangle springing up by her feet.

“Is that your best, Reiniger?!” the Sankt Kaiser roared as her sword glowed brightly. Slashing downwards, a pillar of heavenly light exploded on top of the black knight, scorching white flames searing his flesh.

His reply was another guttural roar, greater in wrath than ever before. The very air around him crackled with mysterious energy as he bounded towards his foe, Tyrfing arcing through the air. The moments theirs blades met, the world around the exploded in a fiery burst of furious power! Scorching winds and magical fire erupted forth in a great tempest around the black knight, a grand destructive Holocaust of rage and madness.

Caught in the epicenter, the holy king of Belka could do nothing but be set ablaze by this manifestation of the Knight’s fury. Never before had her body been hurt so badly, her flesh scorched – did the Armor of the Sankt Kaiser do nothing against this?! She could think no further as a gauntlet fist crashed into her jaw, stars dancing in her eyes and the world around her briefly losing color. The disorientation became worse still as the pommel of Noland’s sword slammed into her shoulders, knocking away her strength to stand. Falling to her knees, the great Belkan king knew in that instant, she had lost.

At last…

The Sankt Kaiser closed her eyes and bowed her head, accepting her defeat. “Please… set me free from these shackles of fate. Take me; cure me; kill me! Redeem me into childhood. Show me myself with out a shell…”

Without another word, the fallen Knight raised his blackened sword over his head, readying to bring the blade through the Saint’s neck. But as mere seconds passed, no finishing stroke came. Hesitation? Indecision? The pause was both tense and agonizingly quiet. Suddenly, holy and tainted swords came forth.

The blades struck each other once again, though now, a great crack formed in the blackened body of Noland’s weapon. With a sound that echoed the screams and cries of the hundreds it had slain, the sword of tragedy, Tyrfing, was shattered. In that moment, the Sankt Kaiser’s holy blade pierced the obsidian and crimson carapace, biting deeply into exhausted flesh. The platina tip of the king’s blade rammed straight through the fallen knight’s chest, stabbing straight out from his back.

From numbed fingers fell the ruined mass of shards and broken metal, a slow, shuddering breath escaping the daemonic helm. As the king withdrew her sword, the knight could no longer stand, dropping to his knees as his strength pooled out of him. His fall was seized, however, as the Sankt Kaiser threw away her weapon and captured him with her arms. Crimson stained her silver armor, yet she paid no mind. Instead, she gently removed the knight’s helmet, almost gasping at her old friend’s true face.

How terrifyingly different he seemed now. Haggard and ghoul-like, Noland looked decades older than his true age, his skin a dead white and his long onyx hair lifeless. His eyes remained clenched shut, however. No longer did he have the will to fight, that lunatic fury stifled into a mere cinder.

“How I wish I could see you, my Lady, without this fiery rage blinding me,” he smiled tiredly, facing her despite his closed eyes.

“Why did you not strike me down? Why did you hesitate?” she whispered to him, her emotions rushing back in that moment. Red and green orbs glistened with barely suppressed sorrow – so difficult it was now, to remain calm.

“What man is there, of any worth or merit, that does not love his king?” Noland wheezed, his voice returned to smooth and dark baritone.

A soft gasp escaped the king’s lips, and her eyes widened in both surprise and shock.

“I was angry… angry because I did not understand. Now I do… and because I understand, nothing else matters now. …I have no regrets.”

“…”

“This is how it should be,” he sighed, a gentle smile crossing over his face. “Dying in the bosom of my king… like a just and loyal knight…”

“Noland…”

“My fall… will be for you…” the Knight sighed again before at last speaking nevermore.

Silently, the king dipped her head so as to press her cheek against his forehead. Now… now she would let herself cry. For the longest time, guilt had crushed her spirit and tore at her will. Her selfishness was responsible for this tragedy, and yet, the very man she had betrayed and cast to the very depths of despair returned not only to free her, but also forgive her.

She was not worthy to have such a faithful Knight…

“You… you were the one to cut me,” The Sankt Kaiser murmured, feeling the world around her fading away. It was getting a little cold, so she pulled the two of them closer together. “So I will bleed forever…”

Here and now, nothing else mattered. Only these two, these wounded souls, existed amidst the ruined marble and shattered stone. While the world burned around them, they slept a wonderful, peaceful sleep.

In their dreams, in hell and in paradise, they would meet again.

i like a lot your final act it was so touching n_n

[LoweGear]

If anyone asks, blame Aaron, who asked me to do this on his behalf.

Hence...

Spoiler for Young! Aurion:

>.>

<.<

*RUNS*

[Sheba]

Originally Posted by LoweGear

If anyone asks, blame Aaron, who asked me to do this on his behalf.

Hence...


>.>

<.<

*RUNS*

I would have never made the connection.

[Kha]

Originally Posted by LoweGear

If anyone asks, blame Aaron, who asked me to do this on his behalf.

Hence...

Spoiler for Young! Aurion:

>.>

<.<

*RUNS*

It's official; Aurion, Touareg and Kia are the 2nd Generation Bhalkad Meisters... >.>

...which by logical extension makes Kha = Feldt at some point in his life... <.<

[Sheba]

Kha, you need to compile your khrack somewhere. I lost track of whatever continuity you cooked or are cooking.

[Kha]

Same timeline, but extending backwards.

Anyway this has been called off. Carym was the original person, until Setsunaurion appeared and I had to cook something up about it.

[Tempy]

Originally Posted by Sheba

Kha, you need to compile your khrack somewhere. I lost track of whatever continuity you cooked or are cooking.

You're still trying to keep up? I gave up trying to figure it out a long time ago, after the, what, sixth incarnation and forty-billionth Kha = [insert major character or high level position in the past, present, future, alternate dimension, another universe, God].

Nowadays whenever Kha goes on a khrack spree and further turns Kha into GODLIKE ENTITY I just say "Okay, Kha." or "That's nice, Kha."

[LimitedEternal]

Kha intentionally makes his Khrack as confusing and hard-to-follow as possible.

That way, when the thought police finally come after him, he's hoping they'll get thrown off by the lack of a clear trail. :3

[Sheba]

Over 34k words? And I expected less.

You can find the first chapter here btw.

Spoiler for The Journeyers - Chapter 2 - part 1:

It was two weeks since the Namshub had left Midchilda. Fate was parking her car in the underground car park that was near of the TSAB's offices. She left her car with her suitcase under her arm and walked to the elevator. Getting a few reports from her suitcase, she started skimming through them while the elevator started its slow ascension. As she was reading from the mentioned files, the Intelligence department had reported moves from the Confederate navy. It did not sit well with the Enforcer Testarossa, Hayate's departure may have not gone unnoticed, so a move from the enemy was a possibility that one should not rule out. This was when the familiar voice of Teana echoed in her mind:

"Fate."

"Yes?" Fate mentally answered.

"The officer Dornier just reported that a confederate spy had been captured yesterday." Teana said.

"If he was captured yesterday, why did not we get contacted earlier?" Fate answered, already suspecting the response.

"Let's say that the Intelligence guys had tried their... Special methods of interrogation." Teana answered as if she was bothered by how low and dirty intelligence agents can get.

"I'll be right here. Over." Fate finished the communication.

"Over." Teana cut off the communication in turn.

When Fate reached the interrogation room of the Intelligence Department, Teana was waiting for her, with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand. As shown by the eyeshades under her eyes, Diana had not slept through the night. Her hands held a tight grip on the large panel in front of her, just below the one-way mirror, as if she was struggling to not collapse from her lack of sleep. She looked fed up with the prisoner who was sitting in the room that was on the other side of the one-way mirror. Fate knew that the prisoner could not see the female trio behind that mirror. She took her time to study him. His body build was frail. His hair was brown and bowl-cut, he had wide but sleep deprived brown eyes. His sleepless night had left a five'o clock shadow on his face.

The one in charge of his interrogation was a dark blue-haired pretty boy, with a pair of slanted eyes that gave him a near fox-like expression on his face. He was wearing the uniform of the Intelligence Department and looked tired as well. Behind the prisoner, there was a rookie security guard, Wesley Spoon. His role was to hold down the prisoner, should he attempt anything against the agents in charge of his interrogation.

"As you can see, Benji Cabana and I have worked this guy the whole night. We have alternated between the roles of the good cop and the bad cop." Diana said.

"Have you brutalized him in any way?" Fate asked.

"Enforcer Testarossa. I was the good cop. Benji would not let me fall that low, even if I had the serious urge to shove my heel in the face of that guy." Diana tiredly rubbed her eyes.

Fate looked at the prisoner more closely. About six of his fingers were in a bad shape, she shivered at the thought of what he had gone through. She looked at the agent Benji, and saw a blade flashing out of his sleeve. Benji contemplated the knife while rolling it between his fingers as if it was a pen.

"Shall we have to play the dentist" So he said with a menacing but amused tone.

"Officer Dornier," Fate uttered. "This is not how we should be doing it!"

"Officer Testarossa, you are too tender." Diana uttered. "He is our enemy. Think about what our agents are going through when they are captured too."

Teana looked at the clenched fist of Diana, trying to read in the woman's thoughts. She may be feeling worried about her men, right? She then looked at her friend who looked about as concerned as her.

"Diana." Fate said "You are tired, let Teana and me take your place."

Diana looked at Fate and moved her glance to the other room. She pressed and held the white button on her panel and spoke to the intercom.

"Benji. That's enough for now, the Enforcers Testarossa and Lanster are going to take our place." She then let her finger go off the white button.

"I guess a rest is always welcome." Diana said while looking at Fate with her tired eyes.

Teana was resting her mug on the panel, just a few centimeters away from Diana. Fate laid her hand on Teana's shoulder, trying to reassure the redhead. They had done it before, if should be okay.

"Are we going to play the good cop and bad cop too?" Teana asked.

"Not exactly" Fate replied.

The prisoner could not think straight. Lack of sleep, the pressure of the interrogation process from the both intelligence agents and the pain of his twisted fingers had taken its toll on his ability to reason. He felt a faint relief when that fox-faced man left the room. A few seconds passed before the door of the room opened and let two women enter. His mind was floating in a fog, his thought was slowed down. All he could do was to notice the hair color of the two women, red and blonde. The blonde woman moved her lips and her words painfully echoed in his school. He could only connect words like "Agent Fate Testarossa" or "Your reason to be here". The room looked as though it was spinning. Now he tried to gather the shards of his near broken mind. The blonde lady moved her lips again. Her words became clearer, yet still painful in his head. He tried to look into the burgundy eyes of the woman.

"We know... Yagami." He said.

"What do you exactly know?!" Fate insisted.

The prisoner rubbed his tired eyes with his palms. His tongue had gotten a little fat but he tried to elaborate on his answer as much as his current state of mind allowed him.

"Warned... Navy... Knows." He said one more time.

Fate and Teana were starting to draw their conclusions from what the prisoner had said.

The man gathered a few more thoughts. This time, these thoughts dated from the time when he was getting released of the formation center of the Hugin agency, the Confederate secret police. He was not exactly good looking or quick-witted, but he was good at not being noticed. Moreover, he was one of the few who had chosen to be surgically implemented a mechanism that would terminally him. The majority of the agents would choose the poison pill, but very few choose the more spectacular option. It was a choice offered to the newly formed agents, to ensure they have an exit when they were captured with no hope to escape. In his case, this allowed him to harm potential targets and it was triggered by a string of unique key words, pronounced with a particular voice tone and range, it was the only way to literally "light the fuse". He needed to focus his thought on the four words that would trigger the mechanism. While his thought process had become clearer, it only made the pain stronger and less bearable. But he needed his mental resource to seize the opportunity that was offered to him on a silver plate.

"Tell me more about what you actually know, and who are your contacts." Fate demanded.

Teana took a more careful look at the prisoner. His mouth gapped, his tongue moved a bit. Then she had this feeling, this little intuition that something was not going right.

The captured spy focused his efforts on the four trigger words. He knew that if he manages to take the both enforcers with him, it would be a heavy blow to the TSAB's morale.

"Your efforts will be worthless..." Now, he was here. "You. Will. Lose. Anyway."

He then cackled like a mad man who had lost it.

Teana knew it. Her intuition as an Enforcer would never deceive her. Fate widened her eyes and thought:

"Why does he speak in that unusual voice range?" Her memories then raced to her years on Earth. It was more than enough for her to witness the Earth people's madness. "Yes, now I remember. When people are desperate and manipulated, or fanaticized, they eventually come to this!"

"Bardiche!"

"Cross Mirage!"

It was a like reflex, the both women's voices shouted in unison.

As though they were one single device, the both had cast a shield around their owner. Just when a powerful explosive mechanism inside the prisoner had gone off. Teana's mind then fell in the darkness. Her last thought was for the poor rookie who had not expected it.

Fate woke up after what appeared like an eternity. She was out of the interrogation. There were doctors and forensic agents all over the place. The head of the High Council had come in person to the scene. His warm hand was laid on Fate's shoulder, his lips were moving, but Fate could not hear what he was saying. She turned her head sideways and saw Benji being carried away from the scene. Teana looked fine, as was Diana.

"Can you hear me Agent Testarossa? Miss Testarossa?" It was Nigel's voice that snapped her back to her sense as she recovered her hearing.

"I can hear you now." She said.

"Temporarily losing your hearing is not an unusual occurrence for the victims of explosions. Well, for those who were lucky enough to survive." He then looked behind him, where the entrance to the interrogation room should be.

"How have we failed to detect any kind of explosives on him? Diana had reported they did all kind of scans!" Fate said.

"Doctor Tsuzuki have his theory on the matter. He have stated it could be related to the nanomachinery. This is where we failed, we have not devised any method of scanning for the nanomachines yet. Who knows what kind of evil the Confederate have done with this science?" Nigel replied.

He looked to Teana and Diana's direction.

"Your friend is looking fine, the agent Dornier was lucky too. As for the agent Cabana, he got several shards of the mirrors on his back from trying to shield Dornier from the explosion." He commented.

Fate then thought of the rookie security guard.

"Where is Spoon?" Fate enquired.

"There are no spoon." Nigel answered.

An awkward silence ensued. Quickly cut by Nigel.

"Excuse me, it is that grim humor from my soldier years that have gotten back to me."

Fate and Nigel stood up. Followed by Teana and Diana. They then walked away together to a calmer place.

"What did he do before his capture?" Nigel asked.

"He was a mere janitor." Diana answered.

"Had we gotten something from him?" Nigel asked a bit more.

"He knows about the Colonel Yagami's departure and he warned the Confederate Navy" Fate answered.

"I think that the Confederate Navy will move beyond the TSAB's territory. Just between the frontier and the Colonel's final destination. To capture her." Teana added.

"I almost reached the same conclusion." Nigel commented. "It is good to have all of you in our ranks."

"It may be not unlikely that they will capture Yagami as a mean to force us to the negotiation table." Diana said.

"True." Nigel replied. "By the way, what had leaded the captured agent to his explosion?"

"Command words that triggered a mechanism implemented in his body." Teana answered.

"If Tsuzuki was right, we would have to find a way to disable the nanomachines or the captured agents." Fate added.

"Binding and gagging them would be a start." Diana concluded. "That's until the doctors Tsuzuki and Shari find a way to deactivate the nanomachines."

"As for Spoon, the task to tell the bad news to his poor mother is up to me. I'll have to dissuade her to make it public, we are not at war yet and we don't need to worry the Cranagan citizens." Nigel said. "As for Hayate and the Conquistadores group..."

"I trust their navigator" Fate said. "She have shown in the past that she is careful and gifted in navigating in a hostile territory, undetected."

"And we are not even sure that our message can reach them." Teana said. She looked at Fate who gestured with a movement of her head.

"However, it would not cost much to try, anyway." Teana added.

The quatuor then went to the offices of the TSAB Navy.