It's me again... yet another update is done, this time for Hikaru and Doppleganger. If anyone has any ideas for the list of Doppleganger's antics, I'm open.
Screw it I’m so going to do it now… behold yee Multi-verse and despair!
Spoiler for The General:
Name: Jack O’Neil
Other names/alias: Walking Disaster Area Age: 55
Birthday: October 20
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 170
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Was brown, now well on it’s way to grey. Origin: 85th Administered world
Mage Rank: S-
Magic Type: Mid-Childa
Magic Color: Blue
Element Preference: Fire
Affiliation: TSAB
Position/rank in TSAB: Air Force General, charged with overseeing various special operations and mercenary forces.
History:
A career military man O’Neil began his career as a trooper in his teens and hasn’t left the service since. Now with around 40 years of experience under his belt he’s one of the bureaus most respected and senior active members, and still a giant pain in the ass to his superiors. Never very respectful of authority and likewise never letting his own now rather large authority go to his head he’s loved by his men and hated to vaguely tolerated by most other officers at this level. His position as a senior commander of the Special Operations and Private Contractor Command is as much to get him away from anything “important” as it an acknowledgement of his considerable skill in both areas.
He spent most of his early and middle years in the TSAB in exploration and Lost Logia cases. It was during these years various misadventures he earned his now famous reputation for being both insanely unlucky and lucky all at once. On the one hand he was constantly being taken prisoner, becoming afflicted by bizarre aliments and circumstances involving Lost Logia, and getting caught up in huge life threatening battles. On the other hand though he always lived through them and basiclly solved the problem for the best in the end. (usually with a fair amount of pyrotechnics involved.)
This propensity for getting results was enough to keep him climbing the ranks despite his behavioral issues, and a few years ago he was finally promoted to general and mostly retired from field work, much to relief of most of the staff in his former department. (That didn’t last long though as his hand picked successor proved nearly as bad…)
Having him bumming around the HQ simply would not do though and so he was quickly hustled off to a fairly remote Special Operations and Private Contractor Command that was damn across the planet from GFHQ. It had a reputation for being unruly and impossible to control and had been through a dozen commanders in as many years with half taking demotions or retiring early to escape and the other half being fired for various disasters they failed to prevent. It was assumed he’d quickly follow, he didn’t. He rather liked the atmosphere of the place and the guys working their rather liked him and thus he once more did the seemingly impossible and brought the place under control… relatively speaking.
His personal history is more muddled and uneven he was married, but after his son was killed in accident (for which he feels he was largely to blame) his marriage effectively fell apart and he’s been divorced for over a decade now. He went through a period of depression and near suicidal tendencies following this, but has since accepted the loss and moved on and is now very close to his former self. Even so despite a few on and off again flings here and there he’s not really engaged a serious relationship since, despite the fact he’s technically had two more children in the meantime. (One conceived while standard on a low tech planet, he offered to take the women with him when he was rescued but she declined. The other is acutally technically a teenage clone of him… long story that)
Beyond his vast propensity for sarcasm and total disregard for most authority O’Neil’s family has always had a strong martial bent and this too shows through in him. He’s considerably more… aggressive in his solutions to many problems then the average TSAB officer. He often has an almost wild west like “dead or alive, but preferably dead” attitude toward particularly heinous or hated criminals. He dose have a strong moral code, of a sort, though and he’s not afraid to talk down to people he sees as backwards or misguided. Given the above it’s not much surprise diplomacy is not his strong suit and that he hold a mild distain for it under many circumstances, his occasional heated arguments with his close friend Daniel on the subject have become somewhat legendary.
Science is another of his weak points as though far from stupid and sporting a college education it simply doesn’t interest him much. Unless it has applications in causing property damage in the near future in which case he’ll tend to listen somewhat more carefully and class that particular device or experiment as “cool”. Otherwise he tends to zone out during any long winded explanation and ascribe any scientific phenomenon to complex to be bothered to understand to various applications of magnets, no matter whether such an explanation makes any kind of sense.
He can be serious when the situation demands it though and you can only push so far before he comes down on you like a sack of bricks. Also don't make him angry you won't like him when he's angry.
Device details are in process but the name is selected…
Homer.
And yes as implied here the rest of SG-1 also exists...
I think I know which general agreed to make Rogue Squadron official now.
I see that Garmis doing all the work here... Has he been taking hints from Mach Calibur?
And I heard "Meatbag". Does Garm know Artherion as well?
Well Sigurd is basically controlling the movement of the suit as well as fighting, Albert is only a mechanic, not a fighter. If he had piloted the suit himself, Albert will be nothing more then a hamburger...
Anyways to continue on with the story...
"Target is still mission operative! Evasion manuvers!" And Albert boosted back attempting to escape...apparently he was not ready to face something like an A class mage...
"Unknown mage, Idenfitify yourself or prepare to be disposed with full force..." Apparently despite being attacked by an S class Barrier Jacket and nearly gotten fried by the Barrier Jacket's Counter Attack, he is still trying to establish contact...but for what reason..."Sigurd, halt attack command and hail channel to Unknown Barrier Jacket, this is Albert McClaren to Unknown Barrier Jacket, I am a civillian over."
"Civillian? You mean, you have no knowledge of commanding a Device?"
"Negative, Call Sign?"
"Raven-1, Civillian Albert, what provoked you to attack my Barrier Armor?"
"Garm Powersuit ID you as an hostile suit and began his assault...any problems?"
"Garm...that is one of TSAB's scapped projects, but how could a civilian be able to...Negative, follow me to the designated Nav Point and once you reached contact, report to me..."
"Affirmative, McClaren out."
The Garm then activated its verniers and followed Raven-1 to a giant warship...on the way...
"Hey, Master."
"Yes, Sigurd?"
"So why are we following the Mage? me and the TSAB dont have a fond history really..."
"Why not?"
"Um..."
"Civillian, are you plotting something?"
"Negative, I am following you."
With that, the Garm soon landed on the fabled Asura...
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Old McDonald had a farm...Eyey Eyey O...And on his farm he had a Khzithak...Eyey Eyey O...With a ARHHFAHHAAAAAAAAARRRGIIIAAA HELP AAAUUU HELP! IT'S GNAWING OFF MY...
I think I know which general agreed to make Rogue Squadron official now.
Spoiler for Rouge Squadrons Official Formation:
“A squadron full of highly dangerous misfits that basiclly flies around trashing stuff we don’t like… sweet.” O’Neil announced simply after skimming the proposal a random aide had brought him. He then quickly produced a large stamp that said simply “Okay” and slammed it down on top of the folder.
“Err that’s it? No interviews, no extensive review of the proposal, just ‘Okay’!? “ The junior officer asked slightly befuddled by the senior mans behavior.
“I got a good feeling about these kids.” O’Neil replied simply as if that answered everything.
“But…”
“You’re new so here’s some advice, don’t bother trying to reason with him it’s hopeless.” Daniel advised while blowing out a knowing sigh.
The officer nodded dumbly sweating slightly. Butis it really okay to run things like this…
Indeed. Most of the time I do it while doing other stuff... multi-tasking maybe. I usually get most ideas while listening to music, too.
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An alternate timeline in which Neltharion takes over Keroko.
BTW do you have any background about Neltharion? As to...where is he now, how to tap his power, or...is he even still alive? He's a Dragon God, right?
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Originally Posted by Kha
I thought only magic is allowed to transcend dimensions... The amount of energy to do that is way beyond scientific means, such that either you find a more efficient way to do it, or use a different energy source.
I was specifically talking about Trunk's Time Machine, actually, so its not that I'm saying that a machine can actually do that. Also, if such amount of energy is required for timeskipping, then a machine should be more suited than a human to be able to do it, as a human cant possibly have such an enormous energy capacity. As such, I do believe that a machine is needed for time traveling, at least.
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Before Rakael, DaiStahlMut was a prototype that used a simple, low power Gundam type cockpit transformed from Nagato's armor. BOOOOORING.
Unfortunately, there's only so much a prototype can do. Enter Rakael, one of the several Ancient Belka weapons leftover when the Cradle fell out of the sky. Stahlpreios is out there... Somewhere...
This reminds me, apparently all the Numbers will stay alive by the end of StrikerS. What are you going to do about Cindy and the others?
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Nope they were Tohkiha.
Why the name change anyway?
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This is where my contradiction begins. The Word of the Naaru is such that as long as one is "Ordered", ie strict moral code, religious, pious or what not, no matter the exact details of the religion, as long as it is a code to be followed, it counts as following in their Name. So be it Christian, muslim, Jew, Buddhist, Hindi, Taoist... Bushido... Erm... I only know this much... It's very hard to capture in words as saying its one thing excludes another... The general idea is "Be Ordered" for pass rate, "Be Good" for excelling. Only the "Be Saintly" is reserved for the really blessed or determined few; and then some are born divine.
Spoiler for Be Warned - Moderate Blasphemy to Terran religions:
That is what makes Naaruism seem unequal; the Clerics and the more numerous Saints (whatever religion they end up with; Jesus for one is an example of a famous Cleric according to this interpretation, while Lao Zi, or Buddha before he attained enlightenment were Saints) are almost assured divinity because they are made to be such, to spread their word. You could say the entire Terran religion is the Naaru all-you-can-eat buffet, whichever one ultimate leads to the Naaru's work.
That's why Kha may be Holy Belka, but he's still works for the Naaru. Likewise, for the Clerics before him, they never always appeared in one religion, but sprung up everywhere; there were even times when the Clerics were women; one gave birth to the Midchilda Paladins.
For it was the Naaru that showed the way, but Man who had interpreted their teachings and tried to make sense out of it that created all the variations we know.
Yeah, I tried that hard to make all religion one...
Please forgive me for any transgressions... I don't like to discuss the finer points of "naaruism" (the proper term is just "The Light") as it will cause friction for other people's beliefs and my own crack theories which are so full of loopholes... It's only meant to cater to my facination of the divine and provide a common baseline for all the Clerics I create, and hopefully include as many beliefs as possible. Even druidism and shamanism count, which clearly contradicts Christian faith.
Sometimes, the contradictions are just too many for me to do anything, and I pray that all this is just my human limitation...
hell I sound like I believe in all this crack! I do but... then again...
Spoiler for Warning - Religious stuff:
Actually, my line of thought about Terran religions is almost the same. There is but a single God, a single entity; however, the different religions call Him or Her differently, and for some reason insist in making each of them different from one another.
There is this little story about a King, sorry, I dont recall the exact details, that tried to construct the biggest and tallest pyramid ever, one that could reach the heavens. As he was about to reach beyond the clouds, God invented "languages" so that the workers could not communicate with one another, successfully breaking the entire project apart. Thus there are different cultures and languages, and also so many conflicts between nations.
Obviously I dont believe in such story, however the idea is very interesting. The reason why there are so many religions (and languages) is to divide humans and not allow them to unite against God (or against something else). And think about it... if there was a single language and a single religion on Earth, right now we would be traveling through space and colonizing other planets instead of wasting time and resources to wage war against each other.
This is one of the main reasons why I dont like including religion into fantasy settings--because it is, with all due respect, stupid, in my opinion. I do believe in God, just not in those who say their religion is THE ONE, while at the same time demeaning the other religions... and I could even go as far as to say, with all due respect again, every single religion is the same... (Religion was the source of most conflicts in the past, after all )
Anyway, that out of the way, I do respect your ideas. I just want to ask, though, for my ideas and yours to coexist, would you allow me to say that the Naaru are not the ABSOLUTE divine beings? That is, that there are OTHER beings, think Divine Gods, that are on the same level as the Naaru?
Its not that this last part about Divine Gods is important anyway--I wont be stepping into divine territory like you are. However, I MAY need to introduce individuals with Light (or Divine) Linker Cores--that is, LCs that naturally produce Divine Energy, as opposed to Dark Linker Cores.
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It was a fantasy gone overboard...
Its very interesting and I like it, though, so dont stop.
Now, let's see what we've got for references with Gauntlets, eh?
Spoiler for Aratana Bakusou!! Part G:
Both hands of the brothers glowed with aura as they took stances.
Sonic/Magnum: Mode 2 Transition complete...
Retsugou: Seimonjiryuu Zenei Gousoku Ken...
Goukon: Seimonjiryuu Hishou Bakuretsu Ken...
R/G: IKE!
Sonic: VANGUARD SONIC GAUNTLET!
Magnum: VICTORY MAGNUM KNUCKLE!
G: Saishou wa guu!
R: Saseruka! Kono bakayarou!
Both lashed out with their right hands as the aura seemed to extend and clash, Goukon's Fist against Retsugou's Palm. The palm overpowered the fist and reached Goukon with a slap, knocking him for a few tumbles before he skidded to a stop on his feet.
R: Ima wa atari desu ne? (That was a hit, yes?)
G: Ichi tai ichi da. Shoubu wa mada da! (It's 1 and 1 now. But it ain't set yet!)
Goukon briefly clasped his hands together as he focused magic energy between them. Retsugou reacted in kind and began to spiral energy around his own hands.
Goukon: Shinryuu Hazan Hou!
Magnum: DIVINE DRAGON MOUNTAIN BUSTER!
Retsugou: Koryuu Rasen Ken!
Sonic: TIGER STYLE SPIRAL FIST!
Goukon unleashed a fully powered buster beam from his now open hands while Retsugou launched off one aura drill to counter and followed up with his other aura drill still on his arm. The buster beam struggled against the drill point as Retsugou caught up with the Aura drill, slamming the second one into the first and unleashing a single powerful aura drill that tore through the buster beam. However, the drill was knocked aside as Goukon charged at Retsugou with gauntlets fully charged. Retsugou responded in kind, energizing his gauntlets for an all out slugfest.
*On the sidelines*
Subaru: Hiougi...Suzaku no Mai...(Hidden ultimate technique...Dance of the Phoenix)
Ginga: Honki sugiru...(They're too serious...)
Teana: Saishuu ougi wo dasenai de yokatta...(At least they didn't unleash the Final Technique...)
A flash of light drew their attention once more as another mode shift occured.
Subaru: Sanshiki no senpuu kei made dashiteru nante...(Even the whirlwind types of the type-3s are released...)
Teana: Aitsura itai dore hodou no adorinarin wo atsumattanda...(Just how much adrenaline did they build up...)
Lotsa references here...
1 x Hunter x Hunter
2 x Aquarion
5 x SRW(4 different units)
@Aaron: BTW, you need to dig further back into the backlog for Mabiko/Maouko part 2.
“A squadron full of highly dangerous misfits that basiclly flies around trashing stuff we don’t like… sweet.” O’Neil announced simply after skimming the proposal a random aide had brought him. He then quickly produced a large stamp that said simply “Okay” and slammed it down on top of the folder.
“Err that’s it? No interviews, no extensive review of the proposal, just ‘Okay’!? “ The junior officer asked slightly befuddled by the senior mans behavior.
“I got a good feeling about these kids.” O’Neil replied simply as if that answered everything.
“But…”
“You’re new so here’s some advice, don’t bother trying to reason with him it’s hopeless.” Daniel advised while blowing out a knowing sigh.
The officer nodded dumbly sweating slightly. Butis it really okay to run things like this…
Keroko: Pay up, I told you this was going to be easy.
Wes: *grumbles as he flicks over a coin* Cheater.
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Originally Posted by Erio
Indeed. Most of the time I do it while doing other stuff... multi-tasking maybe. I usually get most ideas while listening to music, too.
*nods* music helps too.
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Originally Posted by Erio
BTW do you have any background about Neltharion? As to...where is he now, how to tap his power, or...is he even still alive? He's a Dragon God, right?
Technically Neltharion is not a god, but sort of like the second in command. Created by the gods themselves to watch over Azeroth, just like the other four Aspects. however, during his corruption, he came to view himself as one.
Is he stil alive? Yes, canon suggests so, but he is hidden. I made him travel between worlds, which was how he landed on the 97th. Tapping into an Aspect's power is a magic type I made up. Wes, for example, is also an Aspect mage of the Red Aspect Alextrasza.
I fainted! I did not get sick! And there is no such saying! And Uguu~!
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Originally Posted by Keroko
... A rap band?
I'd prefer the martial art.
<shrugs>
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Originally Posted by LoweGear
...The Taint is spreading...
YES to more Mel/Arcas NO to Writers Block
Currently trying to crush Writer's Block like Terminator in a steel press (1st movie ref).
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Originally Posted by LoweGear
Well timeline-wise, this part takes place before the Zubaida Arc, so this'll be her first time having the AI's out with their own bodies. She's been a mother to her "children" before, but now with physical bodies that maternal instinct's gonna snowball, as seen in the Zubaida Arc
At least Glock knows that to expect when their children truly are human...
It's one big happy family, with Kay-mama, Glock-papa, Rei-oneechan, Shinji-kun, and Asuka-imouto.
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Originally Posted by Aaron008R
@Reiji: Reiji, Reiji, Reiji... Don't you see? I'm just playing with some lightly suggestive words! My mind is the same as ever, it's just that I know how to think on different sides of the spectrum. To me, those words and descriptions are just harmlessly cute and are only minimally suggestive. But look at you people going gaga over such. Goes to show I'm much more pure-minded than anyone else here-*mauled by the rest of the males in the OC thread with bloody vengeance*
Lightly suggestive words? Maybe if one was a GIRL...
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Originally Posted by Kha
Nonsense! Signum's armor just gives her better support.
*rolls under Schlagenfurm*
Trying removing the ferropolymer mantleguards under the her chest armor, and you'll see pretty much the same.
*jumps over Sturmfalke*
Hence you see why Shamal's assets are much more visible; they're CLOTH!
*ARX-8 >>>> Creator-san*
<bleeds from...well, you know>
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Originally Posted by Aaron008R
Thanks. I just got too professional for a bit... And about Apalis, a thirty minute break in between maximum loads should provide for enough cooldown...
Eheh... Sorry... But I included the FFnet writers only... which reminds me...
Saint X: Expected to be good in an epic HAXX sense. With lotsa insights from Kyla.
And of course...
Reiji: Expected to b good in a romance movie sense
Personally, I wanted to do it myself... but I don't do CCXOC pairings. PLUS, I may be reasonably good in the platonic affection department... But I'm currently no good in rabu-rabu scenarios.
And after reading about the NXY development in AlternateS, I know that Hayate is in good hands.
MAKE IT GOOD, SAINT X!!!
Re: Apalis - Understood.
Re: - First you stole one of my LegendS scenarios, then you stole the descriptions I was going to use - now when I do it, everyone'll think I copied you!
Re: Writers- UGUUUUUUUUUUUU- <breaks off> YAY! Arigato Yuuichi-kun Aaron! <holds out bag> Want some taiyaki?
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Originally Posted by Keroko
Makes you wonder what would happen if Chrono ever managed to gethis hands on Quattro's IS.
Fate: *In the showers* "Chrono, are you there?"
Chrono: ".... Nope."
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Originally Posted by LoweGear
More like...
Fate: *in the showers peeking out* Onii-chan, are you there?
*sees drops of blood appearing on floor leading outwards*
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Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen
Actually...
Fate:*in the showers peeking out* Onii-chan, are you there?
Chrono: Actually, it's Yuuno here...
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Originally Posted by LoweGear
*Watches as Fate Zeus Zambers Yuuno*
Chrono: *Gendou Pose*
JUST AS PLANNED
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Originally Posted by Kha
Kha der Kleriker used Planeswalk. He teleports to beside the invisible Chrono.
Chrono:(thinks) Huh? What's he doing here? Does he intend to attack my dear sister? Looks like I got an excuse to be here; at least he can't see me. Kha: (telepathy, eye aglow with Geass symbol) Well you look like a Christmas tree to me, Oni-chan. Chrono: (telepathy) W-well... Er...
Fate: (wrapped in towel, Zamber at hand)... Kha. What. Are. You. Doing? Kha: Ma-matte! This does not look like what it seems...! See! Look! Chrono is right here!
Casts Dispell, but he notices that the bathroom window was open.
Fate: ...Kha...? Kha:(HALLAOUN!!!)
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Perils of living with the family.
Technically, you wouldn't need Silver Curtain, or any such thing - just Boomer and his defensive spell Sniper Cover.
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Originally Posted by LoweGear
Spoiler for Scrying:
*In a dark room, Creator-san watches a Glowing Scrying ball*
???: *female voice* Anata, dame... aaaaah... ?????: *male voice* Don't worry Mai, I'll be gentle.
Creator-san: So this is their future...
*hears noises*
Oh ****...
*hastily hides ball as Smith walks in*
Smith: Have you seen Mai around? I swear I heard her somewhere around here...
Creator-san: Mai? No, I haven't seen her around, haven't seen her at all
Smith: Ohkay, thanks for the he-
*sudden female yelp from Scrying ball as it glows*
???: Aaaah, chotto matte... aaah... ?????: I'll take good care of you...
Smith: Is that my voice?!
Creator-san: No it's not, it's...
*chainsaw revs*
Creator-san/Smith: *turns to see Mai*
Mai: ... kono...
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*Several bloody moments later*
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Mai: *in her room, lying in bed*
... Hatsudou.
*Scrying ball glows*
???: Aaaaaah, motto anata...
This spawned from discussions with a certain young Page...
Erio...
And I'd give my arm to have that crystal ball.
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Originally Posted by Tk3997
Spoiler for The General:
Name: Jack O’Neil
Other names/alias: Walking Disaster Area Age: 55
Birthday: October 20
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 170
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Was brown, now well on it’s way to grey. Origin: 85th Administered world
Mage Rank: S-
Magic Type: Mid-Childa
Magic Color: Blue
Element Preference: Fire
Affiliation: TSAB
Position/rank in TSAB: Air Force General, charged with overseeing various special operations and mercenary forces.
History:
A career military man O’Neil began his career as a trooper in his teens and hasn’t left the service since. Now with around 40 years of experience under his belt he’s one of the bureaus most respected and senior active members, and still a giant pain in the ass to his superiors. Never very respectful of authority and likewise never letting his own now rather large authority go to his head he’s loved by his men and hated to vaguely tolerated by most other officers at this level. His position as a senior commander of the Special Operations and Private Contractor Command is as much to get him away from anything “important” as it an acknowledgement of his considerable skill in both areas.
He spent most of his early and middle years in the TSAB in exploration and Lost Logia cases. It was during these years various misadventures he earned his now famous reputation for being both insanely unlucky and lucky all at once. On the one hand he was constantly being taken prisoner, becoming afflicted by bizarre aliments and circumstances involving Lost Logia, and getting caught up in huge life threatening battles. On the other hand though he always lived through them and basiclly solved the problem for the best in the end. (usually with a fair amount of pyrotechnics involved.)
This propensity for getting results was enough to keep him climbing the ranks despite his behavioral issues, and a few years ago he was finally promoted to general and mostly retired from field work, much to relief of most of the staff in his former department. (That didn’t last long though as his hand picked successor proved nearly as bad…)
Having him bumming around the HQ simply would not do though and so he was quickly hustled off to a fairly remote Special Operations and Private Contractor Command that was damn across the planet from GFHQ. It had a reputation for being unruly and impossible to control and had been through a dozen commanders in as many years with half taking demotions or retiring early to escape and the other half being fired for various disasters they failed to prevent. It was assumed he’d quickly follow, he didn’t. He rather liked the atmosphere of the place and the guys working their rather liked him and thus he once more did the seemingly impossible and brought the place under control… relatively speaking.
His personal history is more muddled and uneven he was married, but after his son was killed in accident (for which he feels he was largely to blame) his marriage effectively fell apart and he’s been divorced for over a decade now. He went through a period of depression and near suicidal tendencies following this, but has since accepted the loss and moved on and is now very close to his former self. Even so despite a few on and off again flings here and there he’s not really engaged a serious relationship since, despite the fact he’s technically had two more children in the meantime. (One conceived while standard on a low tech planet, he offered to take the women with him when he was rescued but she declined. The other is acutally technically a teenage clone of him… long story that)
Beyond his vast propensity for sarcasm and total disregard for most authority O’Neil’s family has always had a strong martial bent and this too shows through in him. He’s considerably more… aggressive in his solutions to many problems then the average TSAB officer. He often has an almost wild west like “dead or alive, but preferably dead” attitude toward particularly heinous or hated criminals. He dose have a strong moral code, of a sort, though and he’s not afraid to talk down to people he sees as backwards or misguided. Given the above it’s not much surprise diplomacy is not his strong suit and that he hold a mild distain for it under many circumstances, his occasional heated arguments with his close friend Daniel on the subject have become somewhat legendary.
Science is another of his weak points as though far from stupid and sporting a college education it simply doesn’t interest him much. Unless it has applications in causing property damage in the near future in which case he’ll tend to listen somewhat more carefully and class that particular device or experiment as “cool”. Otherwise he tends to zone out during any long winded explanation and ascribe any scientific phenomenon to complex to be bothered to understand to various applications of magnets, no matter whether such an explanation makes any kind of sense.
He can be serious when the situation demands it though and you can only push so far before he comes down on you like a sack of bricks. Also don't make him angry you won't like him when he's angry.
Device details are in process but the name is selected…
Homer.
And yes as implied here the rest of SG-1 also exists...
Applications of magnets... <laughs>
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Originally Posted by Tk3997
Spoiler for Rouge Squadrons Official Formation:
“A squadron full of highly dangerous misfits that basiclly flies around trashing stuff we don’t like… sweet.” O’Neil announced simply after skimming the proposal a random aide had brought him. He then quickly produced a large stamp that said simply “Okay” and slammed it down on top of the folder.
“Err that’s it? No interviews, no extensive review of the proposal, just ‘Okay’!? “ The junior officer asked slightly befuddled by the senior mans behavior.
“I got a good feeling about these kids.” O’Neil replied simply as if that answered everything.
“But…”
“You’re new so here’s some advice, don’t bother trying to reason with him it’s hopeless.” Daniel advised while blowing out a knowing sigh.
The officer nodded dumbly sweating slightly. Butis it really okay to run things like this…
We are all in for some serious trouble, O'Neil.
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Originally Posted by Keroko
Keroko: Pay up, I told you this was going to be easy.
Wes: *grumbles as he flicks over a coin* Cheater.
Cheater... or highly intuitive chooser?
NEW MATERIAL!!!!
Nothing as of yet - my short is still suffering from Writer's Block.
Last edited by Reiji Tabibito; 2007-09-06 at 17:18.
All right!!! The story I am going to be placing here wont have a diary portion since the events take place in the course of around two days. This is a major event portion where some secrets will be revealed, and what Celesti does to Minea in the lab will be shown. Enjoy!
Spoiler for Minea's Diaries:
[Constance]
Four months had passed since Constance had arrived at the facility. Accidents during training sessions had gone down considerably due to her help with Alexandria. The investigation into the disappearances and a connection to Professor Celesti have hit dead end after dead end with red flares going up pointing at Admiral Secrin and no one else.
Two months ago, after infiltrating the Admiral’s Forest Home, Malakai found an underground passage connected to the rustic home’s chimney, and broke into a portion of the Admiral’s Database. A file was found with profiles of all but 2 of the missing officers and mages. Under the word status in each profile was either the word “Liquidate” or “Product”. The meaning behind these words is still unknown. The whereabouts of the missing individuals is still a mystery, but, the investigation was forced on hold.
A high pitched tone rang out from an alarm clock. Moon light shinned the final rays of the night across the bedroom floor illuminating the dresser, a large mirror, and a sleeping boarder collie at the foot of the bed. Constance had moved into her condominium three months and three weeks ago with the delight of getting out of her step sibling’s home. Constance’s hand reached from beneath white sheets pushing the shutoff button on the antique Earth Alarm clock her mother had given her as a gift. She sat up with her elbows resting behind her aiding her in this endeavor to find three furry faces rubbing against her face; her three cats were greeting her good morning.
Constance kept a regular schedule for every morning. She went to bed the night before at 8:30 and woke at 4:30. Upon waking, she went into her kitchen taking the cat’s three dishes, and the dog’s dish then filling each with the appropriate wet and dry food mixed together. As her four pets ate together, she cleaned litter boxes, dog boxes, and readied her sweat suite for her morning jog. A five mile job follows her morning duties with her boarder collie running besides her; she’s home by 5:00.
From 5:00 to 5:30 Constance prepares her meal of plain, grain cereal, a glass of orange juice, and half a slice of grape fruit. Then, it’s on to shower, dress for her day at work or for errands, then it’s out the door by 6:00 AM. On a normal morning this would be her schedule. But, yesterday was a day that changed everything just over night. Yesterday, the TSAB Ground Forces headquarters was attacked.
On this morning, her breakfast was the cereal and her juice. She still went for her jog and fed her pets, so not much of her daily schedule was changed. While she quickly devoured the full bowl of plain wheat chips, Malakai’s face appeared in front of her on a holographic screen. “Constance, always good to see you in the morning.” His grinning face shinned at her. Dark rings lay beneath his eyes in colors of violet and black to his dark brown skin. “Prepared for your survey mission today?”
Constance pushed aside the empty bowl from her way; her arms then crossing beneath her bosom pushing up her modest breasts. Her visions narrowed on the image of her partner. “I am not looking forward to being out in the middle of a thick forest with someone who laughs when a ten year old mage loses an arm.” Her chest rose when she breathed inwards, then relaxed back down as she sighed. “But, for now it’s my duty to protect this facility. Now, enough about what I have to do; any word on the Admiral’s movements yet? Or anything else in his database?”
Malakai would be seen fidgeting on the other end of the screen. Papers were pulled up to look at, his eyes glancing at the printed text then back to her. “On the Admiral? Nothing yet. I did, however, finally crack into a portion of Celesti’s Database. It contained a rather extensive log or diary written by Minea her self.”
Delicate fingers brushed up to bring back her hair from her forehead. She was growing tired of his obsession with helping Minea. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help the girl her self, but their priorities laid with the missing persons more then a case of child abuse. “If the diaries have any information for us, then you can read them. But, you know as well as I do, that our objective is the case on hand, not her. Understood?”
The young man felt tension rise through out his body when Constance read him the riot act. Although she couldn’t see it, the papers that were once seen were being shredded by his strong hands. He could print up more copies, but at the moment tearing the fragile paper was the only thing keeping his temper in check. “Don’t worry, Constance, I know what our duty is. I won’t stop looking into a way to help her though.”
She now stood from the table taking the empty bowl with her to set down into the sink. Malakai’s holographic screen went from visual to voice only when Constance began to strip from her sleepwear and proceed to the bathing room. “I know you won’t stop. We’ve worked together too long not to know each other on some points. I’ll contact you the moment we touch ground after our investigation.”
“I understand. Just be careful out there. Don’t want to have to report any bad news to the Commander. See you when you get back.” The communication screen cut off right as Constance entered the shower.
Only ten minutes passed, and she was ready to go to the facility to prepare for the mission. Her dress uniform caressing her body the way it snuggly fit her. Shapely caves, smooth and supple, could still be seen where the dress skirt ended just beneath her knees. She blew a kiss to each of her roommates (the 3 cats and dog) then came rushing towards the door. Moments before she had reached the sliding, metal entrance, a communications screen popped up with her older step sister’s frantic face staring at Constance.
“Constance!! You have to help me!” The older woman squealed loudly gripping both her hands against the collar of her disheveled blouse. Vanissa’s hair was a mess having not been combed or washed yet in the morning. “Minea isn’t at home! And she wouldn’t be coming to work yet! I know it’s too early to be calling her to make sure she’s coming but I had a bad dream last night!”
Constance growled at the sight of her sibling. “The only thing you have to worry about is putting food out for my pets, and cleaning their boxes. It’s too damn early to worry about Minea. She’s probably asleep or has your number blocked for when she wants to sleep.” Constance’s words stabbed at Vanissa’s heart making the older sibling gasp for air. Constance rushed past the holographic screen in time for the door to slide open making her escape.
“Constance! Listen to me please! I’m sure she’s in trouble! Constance!” Vanissa shouted after Constance the screen turning in time to watch her sprinting out the door. “I’m serious…”
[Minea]
It was early morning that Minea’s mother woke her up and swept her from the home to the laboratory at the facility. She wasn’t given even a chance to change from her long t-shirt and short shorts, or prepare for the day. Pushed into a dark windowed car driven by one of the lab’s scientists, Minea’s mother sat in the back with her daughter.
“Do not ask any questions, Minea.” Celesti told her daughter. Her face was as cold as it always appeared. White lab coat, business slacks and jacket in brown tones, her hair bundled into a bun behind her, and her eyes hidden behind half spectacles, she was dressed as she normally appeared. “A friend of our dear family has informed me of some information this night about the logia inside of you, my dear child. We are going to go and test this information. When we reach the lab, just do what you are told, do not ask any questions, and be a good girl.” Celesti turned her head to face Minea; her eyes sparkling with a chaotic evil, lips curling into a twisted smile. “Mother loves you.”
Minea reached down pulling her legs to be hugged against her chest. Wide eyes watched her mother, and cat ears twitched each time she finished speaking a sentence. When Celesti smiled, Minea felt a chill race up and down her spine. It was the first time she ever smiled at her, but it held not the love or warmth that she hoped it would have. She closed her eyes then grabbed her tail with her hands rubbing the tip against her cheek. She whispered a small hope to her self that the days would pass quickly.
Ten minutes went by before the arrival at the front door of the laboratory. The large building always appeared like a dark behemoth beast to Minea whenever she approached the place at night. Two towering buildings hovering above the entrance appeared as horns, the back of the structure, raised half the height of the two towers gave the distinction of a helmet, and the smooth, round half oval shaped power generators to the north and south of the building. Again, the cat girl shivered at the demonic sight.
Minea was shuffled quietly into the large structure. The reception area, dark and shadowed, still gave a silhouette of what it appeared as in the day light. A small area with a simple half round desk in the front and security cameras hanging up behind it, two sets of double doors on the right and left five feet from the desk, and the TSAB Air Force Symbol hanging above near the ceiling could still barely be made out.
The left double doors Minea was taken to by two scientists who waited inside for Celesti and Minea. Down a long flight of stairs into the underground heart of the laboratory, Minea was given a small medical room and told to change her clothing into the proper wear. The ivory colored door slid closed behind the trembling girl as she held the clothes she was given against her. Scared eyes glanced around the plain, white walled room. A single bed with plain bed sheets, a monitoring station used to check vital signs, and a two way mirror on the right wall. She had been in these kinds of rooms many times and she always felt the same thing; dread.
The clothing given to her consisted of a plain pair of panties, white, a plain hospital gown, white, and a special wrist band. Removing her sleep wear, Minea dressed accordingly knowing she was being watched by someone on the other side of the mirror. It made no difference; no harm ever came to her from some pervert while she was here anyhow. When Minea finished preparing her clothing, the hole in the back of the panties her tail could push through, the scientists returned with an IV bag, and an IV needle. Minea went to the bed laying down flat against the firm, cushioned mattress. The two scientists came to either side of Minea; one to sooth her with a pet to her ears, the other pushing the needle of the IV into her arm. The girl closed her eyes when the fluid in the IV bag slid down the tube and flowed into her blood stream. The gentle caress of slumber taking her over.
And what might the names of those under his command be? "Cameron Mitchell"? "Daniel Jackson"? "Samantha Carter"?
On a side note...
9000th POST, PEOPLE! YEAH!
[/End random outburst.]
ONWARDS, MY BRETHREN! TO THE 10K BARRIER!
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Originally Posted by LoweGear
More Snippet Time
Continuing from the last short piece, this time taking a rather unusual tack in telling this story. The title of the piece should explain why:
Spoiler for I.M.:
What am I doing?
This new body of mine. It’s supposed to give me new sensations, a way to feel the outside world with my own tactition. Yet I cannot feel anything, my skin anesthetized of all feeling, devoid of sensation.
Shinji, what are you doing?
What am I doing here?
Why am I walking down this trail alone?
To catch up to someone I’ve lost?
With each step I take, I draw a step nearer to her. With each step the doubt only grows, one question by difficult question at a time.
And to know the answers to those questions all too well… it is the most painful difficult part of it all.
Since the first day we met…
She was another handle, another username, floating around in the vast network of the WorldNet. A lone soul, whose cries went unheeded by the incessant river of information, carrying the desires of millions of other souls pursuing their own wants, dreams and pleasures.
She thought she could find company within the anonymity of that vast ocean. That somehow, she could swim within the schools of other people’s desires and wills, and find comfort in their number. But she could not swim with the other fish, faster, stronger, and more sociable. They could not accept someone who could not fit in, who could not conform.
Whatever optimism she might have held, were but grains of sand in the face of waves of indifference and selfishness. She thought she could find company… but the WorldNet wanted to prove her wrong.
And I nearly contributed to that cause.
I was taught to be wary of my way in the vast ocean. Surely, she had friends. Surely, she just couldn’t fit in with a certain groups. Surely, somehow, she can find kindred souls to which she can share her passions with, whose company she desired, and her company returned in kind.
But I could never stop wondering. Why this certain soul intrigued me so. And as the days and the months rolled past, she still lingered in the background. Unchanging. Unmoving, Unaccepted. No matter how hard she tried. None would reciprocate. None desired her company.
Such a sad, vulnerable soul lost in the Worldnet.
I could not bear to watch her battered by the waves of solitude any longer.
---
SeCoNdChIlD: Hi there! I’m Shinji, it’s nice to meet you! What’s yours?
*beep*
Koutetsu_no_Mana: Just call me Mana.
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: It’s such a nice name Mana. The energy that drives magic!
*beep*
Koutetsu_no_Mana: It is. What about it?
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: Magic makes the world go round you see! And Mana drives magic! So you make the world go round!
…
*beep*
Koutetsu_no_Mana: You’re weird. There’s no such thing as magic.
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: There isn’t? Are you sure about that?
*beep*
Koutetsu_no_Mana: Of course there isn’t! It’s a indisputable scientific fact.
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: Then why does Mana exist?
*beep*
Koutetsu_no_Mana: Your so called Mana does not exist! Such an energy is impossible to attain with the laws of physics! It is a fictional energy that cannot exist by any scientific means!
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: Then why do you exist? You’re Mana aren’t you?
*beep*
Koutetsu_no_Mana: What are you stupid or something?
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: Yes I am stupid. I don’t understand. All evidence says that Mana exists, because I’m talking to her right now, trying to prove that she doesn’t exist. If Mana doesn’t exist, then why is she speaking with me right now?
…
…
*beep*
Koutetsu_no_Mana: There is no Mana stupid.
…
Koutetsu_no_Mana: Because you’re talking to Matsuri. Therefore, Mana doesn’t exist.
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: Oh, I understand now. I apologize for my mistake Matsuri.
…
…
*beep*
Matsuri: You’re truly weird you know.
SeCoNdChIlD: No I’m not. It’s not weird to want to be friends with you. Empirical evidence says so.
…
…
SeCoNdChIlD: Matsuri?
*beep*
Matsuri: It’s impossible.
…
*beep*
Matsuri: But I agree, it’s well within possibility.
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: And the chances of success improves as more opportunities are presented, like rolling a dice.
*beep*
Matsuri: No it doesn’t. Probability doesn’t work like that! Your probability average does not change no matter how many times you roll the dice! You’re no more lucky throwing the dice a thousand times than you do a hundred!
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: That may be so, but it never hurts to try doesn’t it?
…
*beep*
Matsuri: Yes, it doesn’t.
...
Matsuri: You're strange, you know that?
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: I know I am. I'm unique.
*beep*
Matsuri: That's not quite what I meant.
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: But to be strange is to be unique amongst the norm is it not? To be different.
*beep*
Matsuri: I guess.
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: That makes 2 - 1 in favor of me.
*beep*
Matsuri: 2 -1 one of what?!
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: Arguments. You beat me with your Mana argument, and I beat you in Probability and Philosophy.
*beep*
Matsuri: !?!?!?!
...
Matsuri: That's just unfair you know.
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: Would you like to even the score?
*beep*
Matsuri: Is that a challenge? Give me a second and I'll give you an argument you can't counter!
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: I'd very much like that!
...
SeCoNdChIlD: But I need to get going now, I still have work to do.
*beep*
Matsuri: ok
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: We'll settle this once I see you again. Can I do that?
…
…
*beep*
Matsuri: Of course you can. I’m not letting you on-up me again.
*beep*
SeCoNdChIlD: That’s awesome! Looking forward to the challenge!
*beep*
Matsuri: Shinji is it?
*beep*
SeCoNDChIlD: Yes?
*beep*
Matsuri: You're stupid. And Wierd. And Strange. But I want to thank you. Thanks for talking with me.
…
Matsuri: BTW, I really had fun today. I must have been a bother.
…
*beep*
Shinji: Not at all. I had fun too. And I'd very much like to see you again.
...
*beep*
Matsuri: I'm very glad to hear that. Thank you.
…
Shinji: It was nothing. I’ll see you again soon Matsuri.
*beep*
Matsuri: And the same to you Shinji.
*beep*
Shinji: And think up of a good argument next time!
*beep*
Matsuri: You bet I will stupid! :P
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From the first day we met, she never believed in magic. And from that point on I knew that she could not possibly accept me as I am. A mere construct... a phantasm of magic.
But… I told her I’d see her again. I did not want to see her alone in that vast ocean again. And that I truly did.
And in truth I knew it would come to this someday.
But all I could feel now is pain...
I think I really need a name for this Arc...
Let me see...... Secret Soul?
However, I thought it was Koutetsu no Beowulf
*Revolver Bunker >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> USB500*
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Originally Posted by Dream_Traveller
@USB:
Yes, good sir...Nove has indeed passed in that scenario. It -is- an alternative take, but...it's a reminder not to get in V's way when he's angered to the point shown in that segment.
To answer your question about Thursday, him, Lady Tuesday and Count Saturday are still "missing"- trying to find good pictures to describe them hasn't given any results yet.
And, to whoever said V was foolhardy for attempting to face Keroko/Neltharion...he just likes a challenge.
V might not know what he's getting himself into, yes...but it'll be fun to watch.
1: Holy cr**
2: as for Thursday...
Spoiler for reference?:
*runs from Dann*
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Quote:
Originally Posted by LoweGear
More like...
Fate: *in the showers peeking out* Onii-chan, are you there?
*sees drops of blood appearing on floor leading outwards*
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Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen
Actually...
Fate:*in the showers peeking out* Onii-chan, are you there?
Chrono: Actually, it's Yuuno here...
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Originally Posted by LoweGear
*Watches as Fate Zeus Zambers Yuuno*
Chrono: *Gendou Pose*
JUST AS PLANNED
Quote:
Originally Posted by Kha
Kha der Kleriker used Planeswalk. He teleports to beside the invisible Chrono.
Chrono:(thinks) Huh? What's he doing here? Does he intend to attack my dear sister? Looks like I got an excuse to be here; at least he can't see me. Kha: (telepathy, eye aglow with Geass symbol) Well you look like a Christmas tree to me, Oni-chan. Chrono: (telepathy) W-well... Er...
Fate: (wrapped in towel, Zamber at hand)... Kha. What. Are. You. Doing? Kha: Ma-matte! This does not look like what it seems...! See! Look! Chrono is right here!
Casts Dispell, but he notices that the bathroom window was open.
Fate: ...Kha...? Kha:(HALLAOUN!!!)
~~~~~~
Perils of living with the family.
*somewhere, out there*
Hikki: you know, it's not exactly a good thing to peek upon your significant one, even though you and that person are living under one roof as a family. Alexandra: what does that supposed to mean? Hikki: *FGSFDS* don't ever take the opportunity however attempting it is, because you'll never know how the person will act. Alexandra: had you ever been in the situation before? Hikki: I learned it.... the hard way.
So, even our Gale Whistler was caught in the act, though it was a case of pure accident.
@ LoweGear: I love the Scrying snippet. Expecting more.
On related note: the next chapter of Magical Girl Lyrical Cinderella will reveal more surprises, such as:
Signum Loveless?
cameo of The Real Men Who Always Bring Sunset, Mountains and Cliffs Into Space
Trees flashed by the window, the train rushed down the tracks heading away from the city. Inside, Guy looked out at the world as it flashed by. Why was he on this train anyway, it’s not like he really cared about the things they taught at school. He looked up at the clouds above; they floated lazily through the sky, reds and yellows fading together in the morning light. What he wouldn’t give to be up there, the whole world splayed out below him, no deadlines or schedules to meet, free to spend his time as he liked. Guy was lost in his own thoughts when a voice broke his concentration.
“The next stop is City Outskirts, again, the next stop is City Outskirts, please stand clear of the exits.”
The train jerked and slowly came to a stop. Guy stood up. Screw it, why was he on this train, it wasn’t going anywhere he wanted to be. The doors opened and he walked out onto the platform.
The sights and sounds of nature surrounded him. He’d been riding this train to school for 10 years and he’d never gotten off at this stop.
“Guess I’ll take a walk and clear my head a bit”
As he moved along the path, taking in the colors around him, he felt his mood lift. It really did feel good to be free from the world for once. He took a turn onto a smaller path that led deeper into the woods. He smiled as he walked, why had he never done this before? It was the best he’d felt in a long time, his mind wandered, carefree, it was good to listen to his instincts for once and do what he wanted.
“Ah, hello there, I was wondering how long it would take you to get here.”
Guy jerked to halt, it was that voice again, from his dream that morning. But he wasn’t asleep, why was he suddenly hearing voices.
“H-hello,” uncertainty filled his voice, “is there someone there?”
Maybe he was just hearing things, he had had weirder dreams before, and they never tried to interrupt his life.
“Hmph! Didn’t I tell you not to call me a dream, or did you really forget? I’ve been waiting here all morning, it’s about time you got here.”
“What do you mean waiting, where are you, how’d you know I would come here?”
“I’m down here silly, I led you here, but you sure love daydreaming, so it took me a while to get your attention.”
Guy looked down at his feet and jerked back. On the ground was a small black orb, it glinted in the light and spoke.
“Good morning Meister, now that we’ve finally met, we can get started.”
“What do you mean get started-“
As he spoke the orb began to glow a deep violet and the color seemed to drain around its edges. It floated up until it was at eye level. He was already so taken aback that a talking orb that could float barely registered as out of the ordinary.
“Integrating Systems_
Successful
Releasing Seal_”
Guy’s vision turned to searing white and his head throbbed.
“Initiating Unison Protocols_
System: Set Up”
Sight returned to his eyes, he was on his hands and knees, pebbles digging into his legs. He stood up. In front of him floated an alien object, two separate halves made of a metal he had never seen before orbited the black core, which was now glowing in a triangular field covered in unknown writing.
“I’ve got a lot to tell you, Meister. We must get started at once. You wanted to be up in the sky earlier, why don’t we go there to talk?”
Guy looked up, too shocked to respond. The clouds were rushing down to meet him.
EH?! Entropy found him and not the other way round?! That's a neat surprise.
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Originally Posted by Tk3997
Screw it I’m so going to do it now… behold yee Multi-verse and despair!
Spoiler for The General:
Name: Jack O’Neil
Other names/alias: Walking Disaster Area Age: 55
Birthday: October 20
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 170
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Was brown, now well on it’s way to grey. Origin: 85th Administered world
Mage Rank: S-
Magic Type: Mid-Childa
Magic Color: Blue
Element Preference: Fire
Affiliation: TSAB
Position/rank in TSAB: Air Force General, charged with overseeing various special operations and mercenary forces.
History:
A career military man O’Neil began his career as a trooper in his teens and hasn’t left the service since. Now with around 40 years of experience under his belt he’s one of the bureaus most respected and senior active members, and still a giant pain in the ass to his superiors. Never very respectful of authority and likewise never letting his own now rather large authority go to his head he’s loved by his men and hated to vaguely tolerated by most other officers at this level. His position as a senior commander of the Special Operations and Private Contractor Command is as much to get him away from anything “important” as it an acknowledgement of his considerable skill in both areas.
He spent most of his early and middle years in the TSAB in exploration and Lost Logia cases. It was during these years various misadventures he earned his now famous reputation for being both insanely unlucky and lucky all at once. On the one hand he was constantly being taken prisoner, becoming afflicted by bizarre aliments and circumstances involving Lost Logia, and getting caught up in huge life threatening battles. On the other hand though he always lived through them and basiclly solved the problem for the best in the end. (usually with a fair amount of pyrotechnics involved.)
This propensity for getting results was enough to keep him climbing the ranks despite his behavioral issues, and a few years ago he was finally promoted to general and mostly retired from field work, much to relief of most of the staff in his former department. (That didn’t last long though as his hand picked successor proved nearly as bad…)
Having him bumming around the HQ simply would not do though and so he was quickly hustled off to a fairly remote Special Operations and Private Contractor Command that was damn across the planet from GFHQ. It had a reputation for being unruly and impossible to control and had been through a dozen commanders in as many years with half taking demotions or retiring early to escape and the other half being fired for various disasters they failed to prevent. It was assumed he’d quickly follow, he didn’t. He rather liked the atmosphere of the place and the guys working their rather liked him and thus he once more did the seemingly impossible and brought the place under control… relatively speaking.
His personal history is more muddled and uneven he was married, but after his son was killed in accident (for which he feels he was largely to blame) his marriage effectively fell apart and he’s been divorced for over a decade now. He went through a period of depression and near suicidal tendencies following this, but has since accepted the loss and moved on and is now very close to his former self. Even so despite a few on and off again flings here and there he’s not really engaged a serious relationship since, despite the fact he’s technically had two more children in the meantime. (One conceived while standard on a low tech planet, he offered to take the women with him when he was rescued but she declined. The other is acutally technically a teenage clone of him… long story that)
Beyond his vast propensity for sarcasm and total disregard for most authority O’Neil’s family has always had a strong martial bent and this too shows through in him. He’s considerably more… aggressive in his solutions to many problems then the average TSAB officer. He often has an almost wild west like “dead or alive, but preferably dead” attitude toward particularly heinous or hated criminals. He dose have a strong moral code, of a sort, though and he’s not afraid to talk down to people he sees as backwards or misguided. Given the above it’s not much surprise diplomacy is not his strong suit and that he hold a mild distain for it under many circumstances, his occasional heated arguments with his close friend Daniel on the subject have become somewhat legendary.
Science is another of his weak points as though far from stupid and sporting a college education it simply doesn’t interest him much. Unless it has applications in causing property damage in the near future in which case he’ll tend to listen somewhat more carefully and class that particular device or experiment as “cool”. Otherwise he tends to zone out during any long winded explanation and ascribe any scientific phenomenon to complex to be bothered to understand to various applications of magnets, no matter whether such an explanation makes any kind of sense.
He can be serious when the situation demands it though and you can only push so far before he comes down on you like a sack of bricks. Also don't make him angry you won't like him when he's angry.
Device details are in process but the name is selected…
Homer.
And yes as implied here the rest of SG-1 also exists...
The Rogue's squad's backer eh?
*changes fanon*
Even if you're not serious about using him, I am serious about him. Like the Rogues, there's so many crack Dreikeiten missions and gear-spending only a commander like him would order and approve.
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Originally Posted by Wibbles
It's me again... yet another update is done, this time for Hikaru and Doppleganger. If anyone has any ideas for the list of Doppleganger's antics, I'm open.
I see it. Get drunk?
Quote:
Originally Posted by asaqe
Well Sigurd is basically controlling the movement of the suit as well as fighting, Albert is only a mechanic, not a fighter. If he had piloted the suit himself, Albert will be nothing more then a hamburger...
Anyways to continue on with the story...
"Target is still mission operative! Evasion manuvers!" And Albert boosted back attempting to escape...apparently he was not ready to face something like an A class mage...
"Unknown mage, Idenfitify yourself or prepare to be disposed with full force..." Apparently despite being attacked by an S class Barrier Jacket and nearly gotten fried by the Barrier Jacket's Counter Attack, he is still trying to establish contact...but for what reason..."Sigurd, halt attack command and hail channel to Unknown Barrier Jacket, this is Albert McClaren to Unknown Barrier Jacket, I am a civillian over."
"Civillian? You mean, you have no knowledge of commanding a Device?"
"Negative, Call Sign?"
"Raven-1, Civillian Albert, what provoked you to attack my Barrier Armor?"
"Garm Powersuit ID you as an hostile suit and began his assault...any problems?"
"Garm...that is one of TSAB's scapped projects, but how could a civilian be able to...Negative, follow me to the designated Nav Point and once you reached contact, report to me..."
"Affirmative, McClaren out."
The Garm then activated its verniers and followed Raven-1 to a giant warship...on the way...
"Hey, Master."
"Yes, Sigurd?"
"So why are we following the Mage? me and the TSAB dont have a fond history really..."
"Why not?"
"Um..."
"Civillian, are you plotting something?"
"Negative, I am following you."
With that, the Garm soon landed on the fabled Asura...
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Originally Posted by Tk3997
Spoiler for Rouge Squadrons Official Formation:
“A squadron full of highly dangerous misfits that basiclly flies around trashing stuff we don’t like… sweet.” O’Neil announced simply after skimming the proposal a random aide had brought him. He then quickly produced a large stamp that said simply “Okay” and slammed it down on top of the folder.
“Err that’s it? No interviews, no extensive review of the proposal, just ‘Okay’!? “ The junior officer asked slightly befuddled by the senior mans behavior.
“I got a good feeling about these kids.” O’Neil replied simply as if that answered everything.
“But…”
“You’re new so here’s some advice, don’t bother trying to reason with him it’s hopeless.” Daniel advised while blowing out a knowing sigh.
The officer nodded dumbly sweating slightly. Butis it really okay to run things like this…
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Originally Posted by Erio
@Dream_Traveller Congrats on 9000 GET-O!!
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Originally Posted by Erio
I was specifically talking about Trunk's Time Machine, actually, so its not that I'm saying that a machine can actually do that. Also, if such amount of energy is required for timeskipping, then a machine should be more suited than a human to be able to do it, as a human cant possibly have such an enormous energy capacity. As such, I do believe that a machine is needed for time traveling, at least.
I'd say both, but essentially, it's the person's perspective that affects the machine's FOR, since for me, magitech systems use a bit of the mage's mana for control, and that links the machines POV to the mages.
That said, nothing in canon can remotely timetravel, so no need to worry about this.
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Originally Posted by Erio
This reminds me, apparently all the Numbers will stay alive by the end of StrikerS. What are you going to do about Cindy and the others?
Er... Thinking... But... The Stahlritter are being reshuffled. Might just be Erio+Saber+Alaeith since the Numbers would be too weird.
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Why the name change anyway?
It's always been Tohkiha, unless I made a mental leap somewhere.
If its for why they are all different:
Sophia - Join the Convent as a full staff member required one to take on Alexei's name as her own, hence dropping her Tohkiha family name. Also, she hated her father, and couldn't care less that he died in the first Holy Belka Grail War.
Hayate - Was given to Yagami Kamiya (SP? ) as Tokiomi (their father) felt that twins would introduce competition. However, Yagami Zoken got mad at his plans being ruined and forcibly activated the YnS on her, killing Hayate's foster parents and binding it to her. Zoken is later revealed to be one of the oldests persons ever, and was the cause of the various forced activations of the YnS prior to Hayate. (Rough wording, pending cleanup)
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Originally Posted by Erio
Spoiler for Warning - Religious stuff:
Actually, my line of thought about Terran religions is almost the same. There is but a single God, a single entity; however, the different religions call Him or Her differently, and for some reason insist in making each of them different from one another.
There is this little story about a King, sorry, I dont recall the exact details, that tried to construct the biggest and tallest pyramid ever, one that could reach the heavens. As he was about to reach beyond the clouds, God invented "languages" so that the workers could not communicate with one another, successfully breaking the entire project apart. Thus there are different cultures and languages, and also so many conflicts between nations.
Obviously I dont believe in such story, however the idea is very interesting. The reason why there are so many religions (and languages) is to divide humans and not allow them to unite against God (or against something else). And think about it... if there was a single language and a single religion on Earth, right now we would be traveling through space and colonizing other planets instead of wasting time and resources to wage war against each other.
This is one of the main reasons why I dont like including religion into fantasy settings--because it is, with all due respect, stupid, in my opinion. I do believe in God, just not in those who say their religion is THE ONE, while at the same time demeaning the other religions... and I could even go as far as to say, with all due respect again, every single religion is the same... (Religion was the source of most conflicts in the past, after all )
Anyway, that out of the way, I do respect your ideas. I just want to ask, though, for my ideas and yours to coexist, would you allow me to say that the Naaru are not the ABSOLUTE divine beings? That is, that there are OTHER beings, think Divine Gods, that are on the same level as the Naaru?
Its not that this last part about Divine Gods is important anyway--I wont be stepping into divine territory like you are. However, I MAY need to introduce individuals with Light (or Divine) Linker Cores--that is, LCs that naturally produce Divine Energy, as opposed to Dark Linker Cores.
Yeah... I basically tried to make everything link back to 1 source. And that story was from the Bible, I'm not too sure of the exact phrasing, but a lame interpretation was that a perfect Anti-Spiral plot, while the more serious one would be that the Naaru interrupted because that tower would pierce the Warp and thus wipe out the human race. As for the multiple cultures thing, my parents told me before that that part does not exist in the Bible. I haven't read that part for myself so...
It's perfectly fine; Naaru exist outside everything, so there could be related Light beings for the Nanohaverse.
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Originally Posted by KBTKaiser
Now, let's see what we've got for references with Gauntlets, eh?
Spoiler for Aratana Bakusou!! Part G:
Both hands of the brothers glowed with aura as they took stances.
Sonic/Magnum: Mode 2 Transition complete...
Retsugou: Seimonjiryuu Zenei Gousoku Ken...
Goukon: Seimonjiryuu Hishou Bakuretsu Ken...
R/G: IKE!
Sonic: VANGUARD SONIC GAUNTLET!
Magnum: VICTORY MAGNUM KNUCKLE!
G: Saishou wa guu!
R: Saseruka! Kono bakayarou!
Both lashed out with their right hands as the aura seemed to extend and clash, Goukon's Fist against Retsugou's Palm. The palm overpowered the fist and reached Goukon with a slap, knocking him for a few tumbles before he skidded to a stop on his feet.
R: Ima wa atari desu ne? (That was a hit, yes?)
G: Ichi tai ichi da. Shoubu wa mada da! (It's 1 and 1 now. But it ain't set yet!)
Goukon briefly clasped his hands together as he focused magic energy between them. Retsugou reacted in kind and began to spiral energy around his own hands.
Goukon: Shinryuu Hazan Hou!
Magnum: DIVINE DRAGON MOUNTAIN BUSTER!
Retsugou: Koryuu Rasen Ken!
Sonic: TIGER STYLE SPIRAL FIST!
Goukon unleashed a fully powered buster beam from his now open hands while Retsugou launched off one aura drill to counter and followed up with his other aura drill still on his arm. The buster beam struggled against the drill point as Retsugou caught up with the Aura drill, slamming the second one into the first and unleashing a single powerful aura drill that tore through the buster beam. However, the drill was knocked aside as Goukon charged at Retsugou with gauntlets fully charged. Retsugou responded in kind, energizing his gauntlets for an all out slugfest.
*On the sidelines*
Subaru: Hiougi...Suzaku no Mai...(Hidden ultimate technique...Dance of the Phoenix)
Ginga: Honki sugiru...(They're too serious...)
Teana: Saishuu ougi wo dasenai de yokatta...(At least they didn't unleash the Final Technique...)
A flash of light drew their attention once more as another mode shift occured.
Subaru: Sanshiki no senpuu kei made dashiteru nante...(Even the whirlwind types of the type-3s are released...)
Teana: Aitsura itai dore hodou no adorinarin wo atsumattanda...(Just how much adrenaline did they build up...)
Lotsa references here...
1 x Hunter x Hunter
2 x Aquarion
5 x SRW(4 different units)
@Aaron: BTW, you need to dig further back into the backlog for Mabiko/Maouko part 2.
Artei: You can say that again, Tea. Just how much slugging do they have to go.
More Lyrical Cinderella stuff, hm? I've always been a fan of that, good sir, and the next chapter sound appealing. A question, though....
Will we get more Erio/Nove/Cinque goodness?
And, before I eventually post the rest of my alternate V-goes-nutso piece, I took an odd dive into another experiment I had.
Spoiler for A Waltz, A Waltz, A Ghostly Waltz...:
The well-dressed masked man came to a halt at the entrance of the spacious laboratory.
He was hefting some object under his arm- an aging gramophone, it was revealed, as the figure shuffled into the dim light procured by the room, and by the screens that the only other character in the room was examining. This turned out to be Quattro.
He took a few steps forward, advancing, the working Number unaware of his presence. He only made himself known when he raised his free hand to his mouth and coughed, lightly, calling attention to himself. Quattro was not startled, quite the opposite, as she turned her head to face the man shrouded in darkness and smiled, coyly. "V-san," she mused, whimsically, "a surprise it is for you to be down here."
The man smirked amusedly behind his porcelain exterior. "Likewise", he replied, smoothly. "I shouldn't bother questioning why you're out here still, though...you always are the most diligent of the Doctor's servants."
A soft chuckle escaped from Quattro's lips. "That I might be...demo, V-san..." She eyed him almost suspiciously, despite the grin that she wore. "What brings you here?"
"Me?" He laughed, briefly, in a merry fashion. "I'm here for a special occasion, my dear."
Quattro looked at him bemusedly. "And what might that be?", she inquired. V paced on for a handful more of steps, and Quattro noticed the machine he was cradling under his left arm, the light shining off of its funnel. What V stated back to her confused her further.
"A dance, my lady."
Quattro, in spite of her currently befuddled state of mind, couldn't help but scoff. "You practice something as trivial as that?"
V jolted backwards, as if he was struck. "Trivial?" His tone held a degree of disbelief. "Heavens, no! Dancing is a marvelous art...and, since the hour of our grand masterpiece's activation is close at hand..."
He set the gramophone down gently on the floor, and commenced moving the needle over to the disc that was placed on it. Having done so, he wound up the handle at its side, and spoke to Quattro, still crouched: "Don't you think it would be a fitting celebration?"
Quattro sighed and shook her head in what V thought was amused worry. "Your eccentricities are catching up with you..."
"They might," V uttered, "but come now!"
Quattro said nothing, and was met with V tittering comically. Not a moment later she found herself being spun round, to her surprise, and found V beside her, his right arm wrapped around her waist. He whispered, jovially, to the startled Number: "For a revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!"
With a single deft motion, he unraveled himself from the Number and grasped her right hand, lightly. Unknowingly, she followed the same motion as V did, outstretching her left arm as she swung back before the masked one pulled her close. She couldn't restrain a soft, sharp, inward gasp, and her eyes still bore a look of confusion.
"I know what you're thinking, my dear- 'What am I doing?' You're giving in to your inner soul, and that...that is indeed a splendid thing." V's words echoed for a short while, and it was when the silence fell that Quattro heard the music.
It was a waltz- dark, sombre, yet still melodious. The gray-clothed man let out a content sigh.
"Valse Triste", he said, identifying the now-playing melody. "Composed by Jean Sibelius. A waltz that has shown itself to be a favorite of mine."
He started moving again to the rhythm of the solemn tune, Quattro, to her own mild shock, following suit. Indeed, V had to advise her in the form of whispers every now and again, but she followed well for a first timer. One-step, two-step, followed by another, the pair moving in a diagonal manner. One, two, three, one, two, three.
The two waltzed for a while, the intervals being made up of V rather funnily departing briefly from his movement with the Number and bending down to the old device to wind it up once more, then proceeding as if no obstruction had ever shown itself.
The masked man was rather pleased with Quattro, despite her holding an animosity for the musical arts- indeed, the advice he had lent her seemed to stick in her mind. The form of waltz that V was using was simple, yes, but it wasn't long before she started to match him.
V spoke appraisingly. "You know the basics...and yet you dismiss music as being mundane?" He laughed, heartily. "That simply comes from having never tried it."
The masked man felt the girl's hands wrap around his neck. "Despite that..." she replied, a sly grin on her face, "I learned from a decent scholar."
V chuckled yet again, cheerily. "Well then," he mused, "will you be willing to hold sway with me over the night for a while longer? In celebration...of our new age, yes?"
Quattro complied, and the pair continued their three-in-four time waltz to the sombre, macabre-like composition that the gramophone kept playing, crisply, after being wound, the duo performing their dance of silent madness, and of unspoken jubilation.
Right, now...
Looking back, I think this is messy, somewhat. Plus, this is entirely random. It is Dark VxQuattro material, yes, but...it's kinda random. Again, I worry that I haven't portrayed Quattro correctly, and I'm in severe doubts about the end of the piece, which I feel is rather oddly constructed...I suppose saying "I'm tired", which I am, isn't a valid excuse.
But, I'll leave you all to judge this. Please do tell me what I have done wrong, and I shall seek to rectify it.
Last edited by Dream_Traveller; 2007-09-07 at 20:43.
More Lyrical Cinderella stuff, hm? I've always been a fan of that, good sir, and the next chapter sound appealing. A question, though....
Will we get more Erio/Nove/Cinque goodness?
of course there will be more of the trio
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Originally Posted by Dream_Traveller
Spoiler for A Waltz, A Waltz, A Ghostly Waltz...:
The well-dressed masked man came to a halt at the entrance of the spacious laboratory.
He was hefting some object under his arm- an aging gramophone, it was revealed, as the figure shuffled into the dim light procured by the room, and by the screens that the only other character in the room was examining. This turned out to be Quattro.
He took a few steps forward, advancing, the working Number unaware of his presence. He only made himself known when he raised his free hand to his mouth and coughed, lightly, calling attention to himself. Quattro was not startled, quite the opposite, as she turned her head to face the man shrouded in darkness and smiled, coyly. "V-san," she mused, whimsically, "a surprise it is for you to be down here."
The man smirked amusedly behind his porcelain exterior. "Likewise", he replied, smoothly. "I shouldn't bother questioning why you're out here still, though...you always are the most diligent of the Doctor's servants."
A soft chuckle escaped from Quattro's lips. "That I might be...demo, V-san..." She eyed him almost suspiciously, despite the grin that she wore. "What brings you here?"
"Me?" He laughed, briefly, in a merry fashion. "I'm here for a special occasion, my dear."
Quattro looked at him bemusedly. "And what might that be?", she inquired. V paced on for a handful more of steps, and Quattro noticed the machine he was cradling under his left arm, the light shining off of its funnel. What V stated back to her confused her further.
"A dance, my lady."
Quattro, in spite of her currently befuddled state of mind, couldn't help but scoff. "You practice something as trivial as that?"
V jolted backwards, as if he was struck. "Trivial?" His tone held a degree of disbelief. "Heavens, no! Dancing is a marvelous art...and, since the hour of our grand masterpiece's activation is close at hand..."
He set the gramophone down gently on the floor, and commenced moving the needle over to the disc that was placed on it. Having done so, he wound up the handle at its side, and spoke to Quattro, still crouched: "Don't you think it would be a fitting celebration?"
Quattro sighed and shook her head in what V thought was amused worry. "Your eccentricities are catching up with you..."
"They might," V uttered, "but come now!"
Quattro said nothing, and was met with V tittering comically. Not a moment later she found herself being spun round, to her surprise, and found V beside her, his right arm wrapped around her wait. He whispered, jovially, to the startled Number: "For a revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!"
With a single deft motion, he unraveled himself from the Number and grasped her right hand, lightly. Unknowingly, she followed the same motion as V did, outstretching her left arm as she swung back before the masked one pulled her close. She couldn't restraint a soft, sharp, inward gasp, and her eyes still bore a look of confusion.
"I know what you're thinking, my dear- 'What am I doing?' You're giving in to your inner soul, and that...that is indeed a splendid thing." V's words echoed for a short while, and it was when the silence fell that Quattro heard the music.
It was a waltz- dark, sombre, yet still melodious. The gray-clothed man let out a content sigh.
"Valse Triste", he said, identifying the now-playing melody. "Composed by Jean Sibelius. A waltz that has shown itself to be a favorite of mine."
He started moving again to the rhythm of the solemn tune, Quattro, to her own mild shock, following suit. Indeed, V had to advise her in the form of whispers every now and again, but she followed well for a first timer. One-step, two-step, followed by another, the pair moving in a diagonal manner. One, two, three, one, two, three.
The two waltzed for a while, the intervals being made up of V rather funnily departing briefly from his movement with the Number and bending down to the old device to wind it up once more, then proceeding as if no obstruction had ever shown itself.
The masked man was rather pleased with Quattro, despite her holding an animosity for the musical arts- indeed, the advice he had lent her seemed to stick in her mind. The form of waltz that V was using was simple, yes, but it wasn't long before she started to match him.
V spoke appraisingly. "You know the basics...and yet you dismiss music as being mundane?" He laughed, heartily. "That simply comes from having never tried it."
The masked man felt the girl's hands wrap around his neck. "Despite that..." she replied, a sly grin on her face, "I learned from a decent scholar."
V chuckled yet again, cheerily. "Well then," he mused, "will you be willing to hold sway with me over the night for a while longer? In celebration...of our new age, yes?"
Quattro complied, and the pair continued their three-in-four time waltz to the sombre, macabre-like composition that the gramophone kept playing, crisply, after being wound, the duo performing their dance of silent madness, and of unspoken jubilation.
It's official.
V is pimping on every Number he can get.
Don't mind me.
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Originally Posted by Arrow
@USB - For all your fairytale Nanoha fics, why is poor Chrono always the villain? =P
@Satty: Indeed, a long bio...and, as said, a nice new magic system. Detailed, I must say...since it's long, I'll keep this brief (I hope you don't mind), but it is indeed good. On a side-note, unless I've been an idiot and missed him/her, where is Thunder 1? I only recall seeing Thunder 2 onwards, minus 4.
Yeah, I made him before you came here. He's in my section of the OC list, Nobuyuki Takahashi.
Edit: SearcherS part 8 preview, and it explains Sion's regen ability.
Spoiler for SearcherS part 8-preview:
“Tired, huh? Then you’ve gotten weaker.” Sion said suddenly, getting up slowly.
“What in the hell?” Satoshi yelled to him, shocked that he could apparently survive that blow. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Brother…” Sion said calmly while he was getting up. A smile showed on his face when he got his footing back, and his eyes were yellow now; they were dark gray when Satoshi first saw him. “Hell has no reservations for me.”
“You’re impossible to believe….” Satoshi replied, wavering in his voice. “Am I?”
“S.P.A.D.E.S., activate.” His wound suddenly healed back, and it looked like nothing had happened.
“My God….” Satoshi could only say in his mind as Sion looked at him, laughing for a bit before talking again.
“You have it, brother; just that the TSAB that you work for like a dog took it away from you.”
“What do you mean?” Satoshi replied, confused. “I don’t understand...what is S.P.A.D.E.S.? How did I get it?”
“We are brothers born in secrecy and bloodshed. We had power beyond any mage with this when they put it into us. The TSAB has weakened you by not letting you have it again, scared of what you were!”
@Wibbles: I see the updates. And I like what I see! Major update for Katsu/Satsu and interesting details with Dopp... Seriously... Get drunk?!?!
@Satty: JEDI KNIGHT!!! A much more unique profile with a new system. Good work! And S.P.A.D.E.S.? Boosted human?!
@Dream_Traveller: That dance was really fun to imagine. I like the part about the mention of dance of madness. It really fits! CONGRATS ON THE 9K GET! THE OC THREAD IS OVER 9000~!!!!
@AImost Pure: Nice scenario. Constance's habits and pets were finely detailed. And poor Minea...
@Reiji:
Re: Stealing: Sorry. But that scenario was already in the works for a long time now.
Re: Perversion: Either you're a pervert or your a girl? Isn't that a little narrow? What happened to the sadistic person who likes making people dance at the palm of his hands?
Re: Taiyaki: <backs away> N-no thanks...
@KBT: Nicely deadly scenario! I only got a handful of the references... But man... Those adrenaline boosts are really dangerous!
Re: Mabiko/Maouko: Sorry, I forgot to comment. I liked it, anyway. AI no kokoro. Just like some shows we see. It never gets old! Approved!
@Tk3997: I like what I see. I LIKE WHAT I SEE! Finally! An extremely likable and cynical General! My OC's would like surely O'Neil!
@Tals: Nice. I'm a little confused by how Entropy seems to lead Guy to her. But anyway, This is certainly interesting! BTW, is that on Earth or Mid-Childa?
@Chaos: Ahhh... THOSE songs! I see now! I've seen those before. (I actually posted the FateXChrono one in the music thread a while back) Lucky Erio.
Oh yes… wtf indeed… There is only one person whom she'll feel such desires for though...
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I didn't expect the taunt to be directed at me...
Anyway, I can continue on experimenting and see how the people react.
As you can see, I tend to add several of those light undertones in my scenarios, right?
I love playing with the characters using Aurion's mind games there.
I manipulate certain braiwaves of how they think to give them false impressions so many times.
At this point you’ll be twisting people’s brains into and melting them into goo if you post more… sensual descriptions
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Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen
Lol, kk
Spoiler for Caro is true to her heart...:
Title: "True to my heart" Origin: H-game, "Nursery Rhymes" Artist: Saori Sakura
Translation
True to my heart
I want to feel you closer than anyone else
Close to my love
Closing my eyes
Someday my dream will come true
So I keep cherishing my precious feelings
Heart-beatings when attracted to each other
And overflowing love
You are the person who has taught me such feelings
When I was shedding tears
You stayed by my side
Since that day, our love has started to shine
Sweet my heart
We’ve finally met
Without hesitation, I changed my life
Dreaming Lovers
We’ll never let our smiles go
I love you this much
True to my Heart
Your lips are so dazzling
My eyes are yearning
Close to my love
Leaning on your shoulder
I’m sure you fell the same way
Let me feel your heart with a gentle kiss
True to my heart! True to my heart ~!
True to my heart! True to my heart ~!
I want to kiss you softly, so you realize my pressuring feelings
My love stains the night with a deep scarlet
The moonlight illuminates your face
You turn around with that mysterious look
It will repeat for many nights
Until our feelings are exchanged
I have a burning desire to hold you close and kiss you on the neck
Our emotions will sweetly tremble forever.
Someday i'll surely be able tell you, these feelings which faintly glitter
My love stains the night with a deep scarlet...
NAISU!!!
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Originally Posted by Erio
I can relate to that as well, though I dont go as far as create religions or the theory of alternate universes. You could say that my way of daydreaming is similar to Keroko's, where he includes Keroko-chan in different anime settings. However, what I do most is take stuff from different animes and worlds and integrate them somehow.
I guess the great OC minds do think alike, since we’re all doing the same thing here in OC
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Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen
Chrono: "His will..."
Jeno: "... To live..."
Clyde: "...Is strong"
He is the Great King Yuunodas afterall
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Originally Posted by Dream_Traveller
And, too add something else, here's a little snippet from the follow up of Bloody Masquerade, "Scarlet Berceuse".
Spoiler for "Scarlet Berceuse"- A Snippet:
"Shall we begin in earnest, then...my adversaries?"
Neither Number moved at first, but, after a period of dark stillness, Tre stepped forward. V was jolted out of his reverie and turned his head back to her, having previously been examining the crater in which Nove had once been.
"Ah!", he exclaimed, in an eerie sense of joyfulness. "I was wondering if another opponent would step up to the plate. Well done...Tre."
The Number didn't reply directly to V's outburst, and she tightened her first into a ball, her eyes shadowed. "You...killed her..."
Much to her barely concealed disgust and shock, the masked murderer merely nodded in apprehension of her statement. "Yes. That I did", he retorted, placidly.
Moments after V rounded off his words, a purple IS circle constructed itself around the enraged Number's clenched right fist, and wings formed of energy jutted outwards from behind her legs and elbows. V stood still, as if in anticipation of the events that were to unfold.
He still didn't flinch even after hearing the cry of tyrannic vehemence from Tre as, in one swift motion, she lifted herself only feet above the ground and rushed towards him.
You...you killed her...DIE!"
The black-garmented man raised a hand, casually, and a shield, that, too, in the form of an IS circle, was conjured up. Tre's fist connected with the barrier, the sheer ferocity of the strike causing V's feet to dig into the ground. He was still standing upright, and his defense withheld.
"Of course," he uttered, "revenge makes us all stronger..." Channeling more power into his shield, despite being forced back further, he lifted his head up at the purple-haired attacker, ignoring the cries out outrage Tre was emitting in her blood lust.
"And who knows?", he said, questioningly. "Perhaps you can finally finish me, like I did her...but at what cost-"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a glinting, that of steel, noticing the knives whistling through the air in his direction only just in time. Using Fawkes' handle, he sent Tre backwards by ramming her away from him, then wheeled to his right, erecting another shield before the projectiles slammed into it and exploded upon collision with it.
V, unusually, sounded rather surprised as the smokescreen faded. "That was a close shave there..." His eyes looked ahead of him, and he saw Cinque, the girl bearing more knives in hand, wiping away the tears from her sole eye, her look of sadness replaced by one of unbridled fury and menacing anger.
V brushed himself down as he stood up again, unsteadily. "Well, well", he mused. "Two on one, is it?" No reply answered him.
Very well.
Sandwiched in between the two opposing cyborgs, V waited, spear at the ready. He chose to bide his time, to see who would cast the die fist. But he could not help barring a single thought that came across his mind.
Will that really matter?
Pretty long snippet...
As you can see, it's the lead up to the main event, obviously- and, for all viewers, expect Cinque to, as expected, be more than just a tad riled...
Riled? More like berserk and hungry for blood V being nonchalant about killing Nove was spine-chilling though
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Originally Posted by Kha
This is where my contradiction begins. The Word of the Naaru is such that as long as one is "Ordered", ie strict moral code, religious, pious or what not, no matter the exact details of the religion, as long as it is a code to be followed, it counts as following in their Name. So be it Christian, muslim, Jew, Buddhist, Hindi, Taoist... Bushido... Erm... I only know this much... It's very hard to capture in words as saying its one thing excludes another... The general idea is "Be Ordered" for pass rate, "Be Good" for excelling. Only the "Be Saintly" is reserved for the really blessed or determined few; and then some are born divine.
Spoiler for Be Warned - Moderate Blasphemy to Terran religions:
That is what makes Naaruism seem unequal; the Clerics and the more numerous Saints (whatever religion they end up with; Jesus for one is an example of a famous Cleric according to this interpretation, while Lao Zi, or Buddha before he attained enlightenment were Saints) are almost assured divinity because they are made to be such, to spread their word. You could say the entire Terran religion is the Naaru all-you-can-eat buffet, whichever one ultimate leads to the Naaru's work.
That's why Kha may be Holy Belka, but he's still works for the Naaru. Likewise, for the Clerics before him, they never always appeared in one religion, but sprung up everywhere; there were even times when the Clerics were women; one gave birth to the Midchilda Paladins.
For it was the Naaru that showed the way, but Man who had interpreted their teachings and tried to make sense out of it that created all the variations we know.
Yeah, I tried that hard to make all religion one...
Please forgive me for any transgressions... I don't like to discuss the finer points of "naaruism" (the proper term is just "The Light") as it will cause friction for other people's beliefs and my own crack theories which are so full of loopholes... It's only meant to cater to my facination of the divine and provide a common baseline for all the Clerics I create, and hopefully include as many beliefs as possible. Even druidism and shamanism count, which clearly contradicts Christian faith.
Sometimes, the contradictions are just too many for me to do anything, and I pray that all this is just my human limitation...
Aaah any theory that allows all religions to co-exist under one banner is fine by me Religion is supposed to bring order and hope to people afterall, not bring about close-mindedness, Inquisitions, Holy Wars, Crusades and Jihads Although I must say, out of all the things you’re creating for the OC, this is by far the most ambitious, and also the riskiest concept you’re making here.
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Originally Posted by Tals
A drill seems like a cool use for barriers, but I'll leave that to you, I've got enough ideas to play with, I'm not gonna hog them all
You have yet to watch Gurren Lagann then
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Spoiler for Introductions: 2:
Trees flashed by the window, the train rushed down the tracks heading away from the city. Inside, Guy looked out at the world as it flashed by. Why was he on this train anyway, it’s not like he really cared about the things they taught at school. He looked up at the clouds above; they floated lazily through the sky, reds and yellows fading together in the morning light. What he wouldn’t give to be up there, the whole world splayed out below him, no deadlines or schedules to meet, free to spend his time as he liked. Guy was lost in his own thoughts when a voice broke his concentration.
“The next stop is City Outskirts, again, the next stop is City Outskirts, please stand clear of the exits.”
The train jerked and slowly came to a stop. Guy stood up. Screw it, why was he on this train, it wasn’t going anywhere he wanted to be. The doors opened and he walked out onto the platform.
The sights and sounds of nature surrounded him. He’d been riding this train to school for 10 years and he’d never gotten off at this stop.
“Guess I’ll take a walk and clear my head a bit”
As he moved along the path, taking in the colors around him, he felt his mood lift. It really did feel good to be free from the world for once. He took a turn onto a smaller path that led deeper into the woods. He smiled as he walked, why had he never done this before? It was the best he’d felt in a long time, his mind wandered, carefree, it was good to listen to his instincts for once and do what he wanted.
“Ah, hello there, I was wondering how long it would take you to get here.”
Guy jerked to halt, it was that voice again, from his dream that morning. But he wasn’t asleep, why was he suddenly hearing voices.
“H-hello,” uncertainty filled his voice, “is there someone there?”
Maybe he was just hearing things, he had had weirder dreams before, and they never tried to interrupt his life.
“Hmph! Didn’t I tell you not to call me a dream, or did you really forget? I’ve been waiting here all morning, it’s about time you got here.”
“What do you mean waiting, where are you, how’d you know I would come here?”
“I’m down here silly, I led you here, but you sure love daydreaming, so it took me a while to get your attention.”
Guy looked down at his feet and jerked back. On the ground was a small black orb, it glinted in the light and spoke.
“Good morning Meister, now that we’ve finally met, we can get started.”
“What do you mean get started-“
As he spoke the orb began to glow a deep violet and the color seemed to drain around its edges. It floated up until it was at eye level. He was already so taken aback that a talking orb that could float barely registered as out of the ordinary.
“Integrating Systems_
Successful
Releasing Seal_”
Guy’s vision turned to searing white and his head throbbed.
“Initiating Unison Protocols_
System: Set Up”
Sight returned to his eyes, he was on his hands and knees, pebbles digging into his legs. He stood up. In front of him floated an alien object, two separate halves made of a metal he had never seen before orbited the black core, which was now glowing in a triangular field covered in unknown writing.
“I’ve got a lot to tell you, Meister. We must get started at once. You wanted to be up in the sky earlier, why don’t we go there to talk?”
Guy looked up, too shocked to respond. The clouds were rushing down to meet him.
Ara… a device that chooses its master, and does everything to get his attention. Entropy is one strange device
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Screw it I’m so going to do it now… behold yee Multi-verse and despair!
Spoiler for The General:
Name: Jack O’Neil
Other names/alias: Walking Disaster Area Age: 55
Birthday: October 20
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 170
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Was brown, now well on it’s way to grey. Origin: 85th Administered world
Mage Rank: S-
Magic Type: Mid-Childa
Magic Color: Blue
Element Preference: Fire
Affiliation: TSAB
Position/rank in TSAB: Air Force General, charged with overseeing various special operations and mercenary forces.
History:
A career military man O’Neil began his career as a trooper in his teens and hasn’t left the service since. Now with around 40 years of experience under his belt he’s one of the bureaus most respected and senior active members, and still a giant pain in the ass to his superiors. Never very respectful of authority and likewise never letting his own now rather large authority go to his head he’s loved by his men and hated to vaguely tolerated by most other officers at this level. His position as a senior commander of the Special Operations and Private Contractor Command is as much to get him away from anything “important” as it an acknowledgement of his considerable skill in both areas.
He spent most of his early and middle years in the TSAB in exploration and Lost Logia cases. It was during these years various misadventures he earned his now famous reputation for being both insanely unlucky and lucky all at once. On the one hand he was constantly being taken prisoner, becoming afflicted by bizarre aliments and circumstances involving Lost Logia, and getting caught up in huge life threatening battles. On the other hand though he always lived through them and basiclly solved the problem for the best in the end. (usually with a fair amount of pyrotechnics involved.)
This propensity for getting results was enough to keep him climbing the ranks despite his behavioral issues, and a few years ago he was finally promoted to general and mostly retired from field work, much to relief of most of the staff in his former department. (That didn’t last long though as his hand picked successor proved nearly as bad…)
Having him bumming around the HQ simply would not do though and so he was quickly hustled off to a fairly remote Special Operations and Private Contractor Command that was damn across the planet from GFHQ. It had a reputation for being unruly and impossible to control and had been through a dozen commanders in as many years with half taking demotions or retiring early to escape and the other half being fired for various disasters they failed to prevent. It was assumed he’d quickly follow, he didn’t. He rather liked the atmosphere of the place and the guys working their rather liked him and thus he once more did the seemingly impossible and brought the place under control… relatively speaking.
His personal history is more muddled and uneven he was married, but after his son was killed in accident (for which he feels he was largely to blame) his marriage effectively fell apart and he’s been divorced for over a decade now. He went through a period of depression and near suicidal tendencies following this, but has since accepted the loss and moved on and is now very close to his former self. Even so despite a few on and off again flings here and there he’s not really engaged a serious relationship since, despite the fact he’s technically had two more children in the meantime. (One conceived while standard on a low tech planet, he offered to take the women with him when he was rescued but she declined. The other is acutally technically a teenage clone of him… long story that)
Beyond his vast propensity for sarcasm and total disregard for most authority O’Neil’s family has always had a strong martial bent and this too shows through in him. He’s considerably more… aggressive in his solutions to many problems then the average TSAB officer. He often has an almost wild west like “dead or alive, but preferably dead” attitude toward particularly heinous or hated criminals. He dose have a strong moral code, of a sort, though and he’s not afraid to talk down to people he sees as backwards or misguided. Given the above it’s not much surprise diplomacy is not his strong suit and that he hold a mild distain for it under many circumstances, his occasional heated arguments with his close friend Daniel on the subject have become somewhat legendary.
Science is another of his weak points as though far from stupid and sporting a college education it simply doesn’t interest him much. Unless it has applications in causing property damage in the near future in which case he’ll tend to listen somewhat more carefully and class that particular device or experiment as “cool”. Otherwise he tends to zone out during any long winded explanation and ascribe any scientific phenomenon to complex to be bothered to understand to various applications of magnets, no matter whether such an explanation makes any kind of sense.
He can be serious when the situation demands it though and you can only push so far before he comes down on you like a sack of bricks. Also don't make him angry you won't like him when he's angry.
Device details are in process but the name is selected…
Homer.
And yes as implied here the rest of SG-1 also exists...
[Protoss Carrier]O' Niel has arrived!!!![/Protoss Carrier]
MADE OF ABSOLUTE WIN AND PURE GOLD
"You dare mock me?"
"Yes, I dare mock you!"
"... I think he's in his room."
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Originally Posted by Tk3997
Spoiler for Rouge Squadrons Official Formation:
“A squadron full of highly dangerous misfits that basiclly flies around trashing stuff we don’t like… sweet.” O’Neil announced simply after skimming the proposal a random aide had brought him. He then quickly produced a large stamp that said simply “Okay” and slammed it down on top of the folder.
“Err that’s it? No interviews, no extensive review of the proposal, just ‘Okay’!? “ The junior officer asked slightly befuddled by the senior mans behavior.
“I got a good feeling about these kids.” O’Neil replied simply as if that answered everything.
“But…”
“You’re new so here’s some advice, don’t bother trying to reason with him it’s hopeless.” Daniel advised while blowing out a knowing sigh.
The officer nodded dumbly sweating slightly. Butis it really okay to run things like this…
Truly, only someone like him can authorize such a group! HE'S DA MAN!!!!
All O Niel needs now is...
Creator-san: Oh ****... the machinations... it's possessing my will!!!!
*Oh no... somebody stop me!!!!!*
Spoiler for OH S***:
*runs*
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Originally Posted by KBTKaiser
Now, let's see what we've got for references with Gauntlets, eh?
Spoiler for Aratana Bakusou!! Part G:
Both hands of the brothers glowed with aura as they took stances.
Sonic/Magnum: Mode 2 Transition complete...
Retsugou: Seimonjiryuu Zenei Gousoku Ken...
Goukon: Seimonjiryuu Hishou Bakuretsu Ken...
R/G: IKE!
Sonic: VANGUARD SONIC GAUNTLET!
Magnum: VICTORY MAGNUM KNUCKLE!
G: Saishou wa guu!
R: Saseruka! Kono bakayarou!
Both lashed out with their right hands as the aura seemed to extend and clash, Goukon's Fist against Retsugou's Palm. The palm overpowered the fist and reached Goukon with a slap, knocking him for a few tumbles before he skidded to a stop on his feet.
R: Ima wa atari desu ne? (That was a hit, yes?)
G: Ichi tai ichi da. Shoubu wa mada da! (It's 1 and 1 now. But it ain't set yet!)
Goukon briefly clasped his hands together as he focused magic energy between them. Retsugou reacted in kind and began to spiral energy around his own hands.
Goukon: Shinryuu Hazan Hou!
Magnum: DIVINE DRAGON MOUNTAIN BUSTER!
Retsugou: Koryuu Rasen Ken!
Sonic: TIGER STYLE SPIRAL FIST!
Goukon unleashed a fully powered buster beam from his now open hands while Retsugou launched off one aura drill to counter and followed up with his other aura drill still on his arm. The buster beam struggled against the drill point as Retsugou caught up with the Aura drill, slamming the second one into the first and unleashing a single powerful aura drill that tore through the buster beam. However, the drill was knocked aside as Goukon charged at Retsugou with gauntlets fully charged. Retsugou responded in kind, energizing his gauntlets for an all out slugfest.
*On the sidelines*
Subaru: Hiougi...Suzaku no Mai...(Hidden ultimate technique...Dance of the Phoenix)
Ginga: Honki sugiru...(They're too serious...)
Teana: Saishuu ougi wo dasenai de yokatta...(At least they didn't unleash the Final Technique...)
A flash of light drew their attention once more as another mode shift occured.
Subaru: Sanshiki no senpuu kei made dashiteru nante...(Even the whirlwind types of the type-3s are released...)
Teana: Aitsura itai dore hodou no adorinarin wo atsumattanda...(Just how much adrenaline did they build up...)
Lotsa references here...
1 x Hunter x Hunter
2 x Aquarion
5 x SRW(4 different units)
@Aaron: BTW, you need to dig further back into the backlog for Mabiko/Maouko part 2.
DRILLS?!?! What else can these brothers unleash?!
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"This thread... it can't be... the posts...."
"What?! What's with this thread!?"
*crushes scouter* "IT'S OVER 9000!!"
Congrats to Dream_Traveller for 9K GET!!!!
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Originally Posted by Keroko
Keroko: Pay up, I told you this was going to be easy.
Wes: *grumbles as he flicks over a coin* Cheater.
All we need now is a Keroko/O Niell scene
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Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito
Currently trying to crush Writer's Block like Terminator in a steel press (1st movie ref).
Might have better luck with a steamroller
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Originally Posted by Reiji_Tabibito
It's one big happy family, with Kay-mama, Glock-papa, Rei-oneechan, Shinji-kun, and Asuka-imouto.
Not sure about big, and not sure happy ( *Logic Bomb >>> Creator-san* ), but at least I can say they are a family
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All right!!! The story I am going to be placing here wont have a diary portion since the events take place in the course of around two days. This is a major event portion where some secrets will be revealed, and what Celesti does to Minea in the lab will be shown. Enjoy!
Spoiler for Minea's Diaries:
[Constance]
Four months had passed since Constance had arrived at the facility. Accidents during training sessions had gone down considerably due to her help with Alexandria. The investigation into the disappearances and a connection to Professor Celesti have hit dead end after dead end with red flares going up pointing at Admiral Secrin and no one else.
Two months ago, after infiltrating the Admiral’s Forest Home, Malakai found an underground passage connected to the rustic home’s chimney, and broke into a portion of the Admiral’s Database. A file was found with profiles of all but 2 of the missing officers and mages. Under the word status in each profile was either the word “Liquidate” or “Product”. The meaning behind these words is still unknown. The whereabouts of the missing individuals is still a mystery, but, the investigation was forced on hold.
A high pitched tone rang out from an alarm clock. Moon light shinned the final rays of the night across the bedroom floor illuminating the dresser, a large mirror, and a sleeping boarder collie at the foot of the bed. Constance had moved into her condominium three months and three weeks ago with the delight of getting out of her step sibling’s home. Constance’s hand reached from beneath white sheets pushing the shutoff button on the antique Earth Alarm clock her mother had given her as a gift. She sat up with her elbows resting behind her aiding her in this endeavor to find three furry faces rubbing against her face; her three cats were greeting her good morning.
Constance kept a regular schedule for every morning. She went to bed the night before at 8:30 and woke at 4:30. Upon waking, she went into her kitchen taking the cat’s three dishes, and the dog’s dish then filling each with the appropriate wet and dry food mixed together. As her four pets ate together, she cleaned litter boxes, dog boxes, and readied her sweat suite for her morning jog. A five mile job follows her morning duties with her boarder collie running besides her; she’s home by 5:00.
From 5:00 to 5:30 Constance prepares her meal of plain, grain cereal, a glass of orange juice, and half a slice of grape fruit. Then, it’s on to shower, dress for her day at work or for errands, then it’s out the door by 6:00 AM. On a normal morning this would be her schedule. But, yesterday was a day that changed everything just over night. Yesterday, the TSAB Ground Forces headquarters was attacked.
On this morning, her breakfast was the cereal and her juice. She still went for her jog and fed her pets, so not much of her daily schedule was changed. While she quickly devoured the full bowl of plain wheat chips, Malakai’s face appeared in front of her on a holographic screen. “Constance, always good to see you in the morning.” His grinning face shinned at her. Dark rings lay beneath his eyes in colors of violet and black to his dark brown skin. “Prepared for your survey mission today?”
Constance pushed aside the empty bowl from her way; her arms then crossing beneath her bosom pushing up her modest breasts. Her visions narrowed on the image of her partner. “I am not looking forward to being out in the middle of a thick forest with someone who laughs when a ten year old mage loses an arm.” Her chest rose when she breathed inwards, then relaxed back down as she sighed. “But, for now it’s my duty to protect this facility. Now, enough about what I have to do; any word on the Admiral’s movements yet? Or anything else in his database?”
Malakai would be seen fidgeting on the other end of the screen. Papers were pulled up to look at, his eyes glancing at the printed text then back to her. “On the Admiral? Nothing yet. I did, however, finally crack into a portion of Celesti’s Database. It contained a rather extensive log or diary written by Minea her self.”
Delicate fingers brushed up to bring back her hair from her forehead. She was growing tired of his obsession with helping Minea. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help the girl her self, but their priorities laid with the missing persons more then a case of child abuse. “If the diaries have any information for us, then you can read them. But, you know as well as I do, that our objective is the case on hand, not her. Understood?”
The young man felt tension rise through out his body when Constance read him the riot act. Although she couldn’t see it, the papers that were once seen were being shredded by his strong hands. He could print up more copies, but at the moment tearing the fragile paper was the only thing keeping his temper in check. “Don’t worry, Constance, I know what our duty is. I won’t stop looking into a way to help her though.”
She now stood from the table taking the empty bowl with her to set down into the sink. Malakai’s holographic screen went from visual to voice only when Constance began to strip from her sleepwear and proceed to the bathing room. “I know you won’t stop. We’ve worked together too long not to know each other on some points. I’ll contact you the moment we touch ground after our investigation.”
“I understand. Just be careful out there. Don’t want to have to report any bad news to the Commander. See you when you get back.” The communication screen cut off right as Constance entered the shower.
Only ten minutes passed, and she was ready to go to the facility to prepare for the mission. Her dress uniform caressing her body the way it snuggly fit her. Shapely caves, smooth and supple, could still be seen where the dress skirt ended just beneath her knees. She blew a kiss to each of her roommates (the 3 cats and dog) then came rushing towards the door. Moments before she had reached the sliding, metal entrance, a communications screen popped up with her older step sister’s frantic face staring at Constance.
“Constance!! You have to help me!” The older woman squealed loudly gripping both her hands against the collar of her disheveled blouse. Vanissa’s hair was a mess having not been combed or washed yet in the morning. “Minea isn’t at home! And she wouldn’t be coming to work yet! I know it’s too early to be calling her to make sure she’s coming but I had a bad dream last night!”
Constance growled at the sight of her sibling. “The only thing you have to worry about is putting food out for my pets, and cleaning their boxes. It’s too damn early to worry about Minea. She’s probably asleep or has your number blocked for when she wants to sleep.” Constance’s words stabbed at Vanissa’s heart making the older sibling gasp for air. Constance rushed past the holographic screen in time for the door to slide open making her escape.
“Constance! Listen to me please! I’m sure she’s in trouble! Constance!” Vanissa shouted after Constance the screen turning in time to watch her sprinting out the door. “I’m serious…”
[Minea]
It was early morning that Minea’s mother woke her up and swept her from the home to the laboratory at the facility. She wasn’t given even a chance to change from her long t-shirt and short shorts, or prepare for the day. Pushed into a dark windowed car driven by one of the lab’s scientists, Minea’s mother sat in the back with her daughter.
“Do not ask any questions, Minea.” Celesti told her daughter. Her face was as cold as it always appeared. White lab coat, business slacks and jacket in brown tones, her hair bundled into a bun behind her, and her eyes hidden behind half spectacles, she was dressed as she normally appeared. “A friend of our dear family has informed me of some information this night about the logia inside of you, my dear child. We are going to go and test this information. When we reach the lab, just do what you are told, do not ask any questions, and be a good girl.” Celesti turned her head to face Minea; her eyes sparkling with a chaotic evil, lips curling into a twisted smile. “Mother loves you.”
Minea reached down pulling her legs to be hugged against her chest. Wide eyes watched her mother, and cat ears twitched each time she finished speaking a sentence. When Celesti smiled, Minea felt a chill race up and down her spine. It was the first time she ever smiled at her, but it held not the love or warmth that she hoped it would have. She closed her eyes then grabbed her tail with her hands rubbing the tip against her cheek. She whispered a small hope to her self that the days would pass quickly.
Ten minutes went by before the arrival at the front door of the laboratory. The large building always appeared like a dark behemoth beast to Minea whenever she approached the place at night. Two towering buildings hovering above the entrance appeared as horns, the back of the structure, raised half the height of the two towers gave the distinction of a helmet, and the smooth, round half oval shaped power generators to the north and south of the building. Again, the cat girl shivered at the demonic sight.
Minea was shuffled quietly into the large structure. The reception area, dark and shadowed, still gave a silhouette of what it appeared as in the day light. A small area with a simple half round desk in the front and security cameras hanging up behind it, two sets of double doors on the right and left five feet from the desk, and the TSAB Air Force Symbol hanging above near the ceiling could still barely be made out.
The left double doors Minea was taken to by two scientists who waited inside for Celesti and Minea. Down a long flight of stairs into the underground heart of the laboratory, Minea was given a small medical room and told to change her clothing into the proper wear. The ivory colored door slid closed behind the trembling girl as she held the clothes she was given against her. Scared eyes glanced around the plain, white walled room. A single bed with plain bed sheets, a monitoring station used to check vital signs, and a two way mirror on the right wall. She had been in these kinds of rooms many times and she always felt the same thing; dread.
The clothing given to her consisted of a plain pair of panties, white, a plain hospital gown, white, and a special wrist band. Removing her sleep wear, Minea dressed accordingly knowing she was being watched by someone on the other side of the mirror. It made no difference; no harm ever came to her from some pervert while she was here anyhow. When Minea finished preparing her clothing, the hole in the back of the panties her tail could push through, the scientists returned with an IV bag, and an IV needle. Minea went to the bed laying down flat against the firm, cushioned mattress. The two scientists came to either side of Minea; one to sooth her with a pet to her ears, the other pushing the needle of the IV into her arm. The girl closed her eyes when the fluid in the IV bag slid down the tube and flowed into her blood stream. The gentle caress of slumber taking her over.
I thought you were gonna suggest a different morning routine for Constance 9-13... only for her to do the same routine. Nonchalant Indifference much? Wonder what Constance will think once she reads Minea's Diaries sometime...
Although what's gonna happen to Minea now?!
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Originally Posted by USB500
ONWARDS, MY BRETHREN! TO THE 10K BARRIER!
TOPPA!!!!!!!
THIS DRILL IS THE DRILL THAT PIERCES THE HEAVENS!!!!!!
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Originally Posted by USB500
Let me see...... Secret Soul?
However, I thought it was Koutetsu no Beowulf
*Revolver Bunker >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> USB500*
Actually, the "Koutetsu_no_Mana" is a reference to "Koutetsu no Girlfriend", ie. "Girlfriend of Steel", the title of an Eva game, which features the character Mana Kirishima, who is my external inspiration for Matsuri.
Here's an image of Mana, along with the Eva pilots for those curious:
Spoiler for Image:
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Originally Posted by USB500
1: Holy cr**
2: as for Thursday...
Spoiler for reference?:
*runs from Dann*
Van The Nice Guy for Thursday!!!!!
*Dann >>> LoweGear*
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Originally Posted by USB500
*somewhere, out there*
Hikki: you know, it's not exactly a good thing to peek upon your significant one, even though you and that person are living under one roof as a family. Alexandra: what does that supposed to mean? Hikki: *FGSFDS* don't ever take the opportunity however attempting it is, because you'll never know how the person will act. Alexandra: had you ever been in the situation before? Hikki: I learned it.... the hard way.
So, even our Gale Whistler was caught in the act, though it was a case of pure accident.
... And yet it's okay to play hooky and make out with your device?
*runs*
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Originally Posted by USB500
On related note: the next chapter of Magical Girl Lyrical Cinderella will reveal more surprises, such as:
Signum Loveless?
cameo of The Real Men Who Always Bring Sunset, Mountains and Cliffs Into Space
more of Hayate and Hayate
more of Hinagiku
more of Isumi getting lost again
the painful truth of Cinderella Haraoun
Fate & Arf doing Tatsumaki Zankantou
*Plays Trombe*
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Originally Posted by Dream_Traveller
And, before I eventually post the rest of my alternate V-goes-nutso piece, I took an odd dive into another experiment I had.
Spoiler for A Waltz, A Waltz, A Ghostly Waltz...:
The well-dressed masked man came to a halt at the entrance of the spacious laboratory.
He was hefting some object under his arm- an aging gramophone, it was revealed, as the figure shuffled into the dim light procured by the room, and by the screens that the only other character in the room was examining. This turned out to be Quattro.
He took a few steps forward, advancing, the working Number unaware of his presence. He only made himself known when he raised his free hand to his mouth and coughed, lightly, calling attention to himself. Quattro was not startled, quite the opposite, as she turned her head to face the man shrouded in darkness and smiled, coyly. "V-san," she mused, whimsically, "a surprise it is for you to be down here."
The man smirked amusedly behind his porcelain exterior. "Likewise", he replied, smoothly. "I shouldn't bother questioning why you're out here still, though...you always are the most diligent of the Doctor's servants."
A soft chuckle escaped from Quattro's lips. "That I might be...demo, V-san..." She eyed him almost suspiciously, despite the grin that she wore. "What brings you here?"
"Me?" He laughed, briefly, in a merry fashion. "I'm here for a special occasion, my dear."
Quattro looked at him bemusedly. "And what might that be?", she inquired. V paced on for a handful more of steps, and Quattro noticed the machine he was cradling under his left arm, the light shining off of its funnel. What V stated back to her confused her further.
"A dance, my lady."
Quattro, in spite of her currently befuddled state of mind, couldn't help but scoff. "You practice something as trivial as that?"
V jolted backwards, as if he was struck. "Trivial?" His tone held a degree of disbelief. "Heavens, no! Dancing is a marvelous art...and, since the hour of our grand masterpiece's activation is close at hand..."
He set the gramophone down gently on the floor, and commenced moving the needle over to the disc that was placed on it. Having done so, he wound up the handle at its side, and spoke to Quattro, still crouched: "Don't you think it would be a fitting celebration?"
Quattro sighed and shook her head in what V thought was amused worry. "Your eccentricities are catching up with you..."
"They might," V uttered, "but come now!"
Quattro said nothing, and was met with V tittering comically. Not a moment later she found herself being spun round, to her surprise, and found V beside her, his right arm wrapped around her wait. He whispered, jovially, to the startled Number: "For a revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!"
With a single deft motion, he unraveled himself from the Number and grasped her right hand, lightly. Unknowingly, she followed the same motion as V did, outstretching her left arm as she swung back before the masked one pulled her close. She couldn't restraint a soft, sharp, inward gasp, and her eyes still bore a look of confusion.
"I know what you're thinking, my dear- 'What am I doing?' You're giving in to your inner soul, and that...that is indeed a splendid thing." V's words echoed for a short while, and it was when the silence fell that Quattro heard the music.
It was a waltz- dark, sombre, yet still melodious. The gray-clothed man let out a content sigh.
"Valse Triste", he said, identifying the now-playing melody. "Composed by Jean Sibelius. A waltz that has shown itself to be a favorite of mine."
He started moving again to the rhythm of the solemn tune, Quattro, to her own mild shock, following suit. Indeed, V had to advise her in the form of whispers every now and again, but she followed well for a first timer. One-step, two-step, followed by another, the pair moving in a diagonal manner. One, two, three, one, two, three.
The two waltzed for a while, the intervals being made up of V rather funnily departing briefly from his movement with the Number and bending down to the old device to wind it up once more, then proceeding as if no obstruction had ever shown itself.
The masked man was rather pleased with Quattro, despite her holding an animosity for the musical arts- indeed, the advice he had lent her seemed to stick in her mind. The form of waltz that V was using was simple, yes, but it wasn't long before she started to match him.
V spoke appraisingly. "You know the basics...and yet you dismiss music as being mundane?" He laughed, heartily. "That simply comes from having never tried it."
The masked man felt the girl's hands wrap around his neck. "Despite that..." she replied, a sly grin on her face, "I learned from a decent scholar."
V chuckled yet again, cheerily. "Well then," he mused, "will you be willing to hold sway with me over the night for a while longer? In celebration...of our new age, yes?"
Quattro complied, and the pair continued their three-in-four time waltz to the sombre, macabre-like composition that the gramophone kept playing, crisply, after being wound, the duo performing their dance of silent madness, and of unspoken jubilation.
Right, now...
Looking back, I think this is messy, somewhat. Plus, this is entirely random. It is Dark VxQuattro material, yes, but...it's kinda random. Again, I worry that I haven't portrayed Quattro correctly, and I'm in severe doubts about the end of the piece, which I feel is rather oddly constructed...I suppose saying "I'm tired", which I am, isn't a valid excuse.
But, I'll leave you all to judge this. Please do tell me what I have done wrong, and I shall seek to rectify it.
Ah the dance, scene approved And you make V and Quattro so cute together
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Against all the evil that hell can conjure, all wickedness that mankind can produce... We will send unto them, only you.
Yuunodas: MID-CHILDANS??!!!! Mid-Childan Elite Guards: RAWR! RAWR! RAWR!! Someone: this is madness! Yuunodas: madness? THIS IS PARTY!!!!*kicks someone into well*
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Spoiler for OH S***:
*runs*
Aniki's comrade?!!!!
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Might have better luck with a steamroller
ZA WARUDO! WRYYYYYYY!!!!!!
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TOPPA!!!!!!!
THIS DRILL IS THE DRILL THAT PIERCES THE HEAVENS!!!!!!
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Actually, the "Koutetsu_no_Mana" is a reference to "Koutetsu no Girlfriend", ie. "Girlfriend of Steel", the title of an Eva game, which features the character Mana Kirishima, who is my external inspiration for Matsuri.
Here's an image of Mana, along with the Eva pilots for those curious:
Spoiler for Image:
Ah, that Mana. Phew.
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... And yet it's okay to play hooky and make out with your device?
*runs*
Looks like you stated the obvious.
Spoiler for possible onsen episode?:
Hayate: ara, for some Unison Device, you, Widuri-chan, are quite well-developed. Widuri: wh--- what are you trying to do? *backs* Hayate: of course. Performing full physical contact inspection! DORYAA!!!! Widuri: Hayate-sama, dame! Hikki-sama, help~~~ Hayate: aw, Widuri-chan only wants her rabu-rabu Master to do this to her. now let me do it on his behalf. Widuri: Hayate-sama! ! Not there! Hayate: *cackles deviously* oh-ho, looks like Widuri-chan is quite a sensitive one. Let me do it just right. Widuri: Hayate-sama.... dame! AH!
*just across the bamboo fence, eavesdroppers bleed their nose*
too much NSFW, I guess?
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*Plays Trombe*
Captain, this thread is currently Trombe'd by Fairy Dancing. Awaiting your next order.
2007-09-06, 13:04
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I usually get most ideas while listening to music, too. 
- First you stole one of my LegendS scenarios, then you stole the descriptions I was going to use - now when I do it, everyone'll think I copied you!
I learned it.... the hard way.
I'm a little confused by how Entropy seems to lead Guy to her. But anyway, This is certainly interesting!
*backs*