Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Character Creation and Discussion

[Kagerou]

Originally Posted by Melodius Trueheart

Oi!
It also explains how Rein can suddenly use physical shots against Agito; but does this mean that mages can create matter in small quantities/transmute mana into matter?

Oh jeeze mana-to-matter conversion theory anymore?

In all seriousness, though, we know mana-to-matter is possible, but the magic shots in MSLN look nothing like matter (except Swallow Flier, IIRC).

[Keroko]

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

Don't know who Mamet is, and Mahoro's only bonus is that she's got access to equipment.

And ANYONE can look cool while using guns.

Hmm, concidering Mamet is one of my 'doodleboard' OC's, this should be on-topic...

Mamet is an android from the manga Junk Force, unfortunately pictures of her are rare due to the low popularity of the manga (it's really quite a coincidence I stumbled on the only three volumes) but here is one of the rare pictures of her, Mamet is the green haired child.



The most amusing part that wanted me to initially OC-fy her was her 'parent program' in order to blend in to earth society, Mamet would latch on to the first person she sees after activation or resets as a 'mommy' or 'daddy' Much amusement in the manga was to be had when that happened.

When in combat, Mamet powers up her bio/reactor to full and enters combat mode, becoming an -I'm asuming its silver haired, but then its hard to tell with black-and-white manga- version with the general immense power and speed.

Originally Posted by Liingo

Perhaps.... We're never given an indication to what rank Chrono was to start with (or were we?). It's not to say that his promotion(s) wasn't fast but he could have been a captain already during A's. 10 years or so to get to Admiral would still be fast if following the rank lists, but believable under the TSAB scheme of promotions.

If Chrono was a captain at 9 years old, then Mandy's rise to power would be even more believable.

Originally Posted by Liingo

Agreed that it's about one of the only things that they're consistent about, but Nanoha had been working on and off for them for a good 4-5 years prior to entering OCS (assuming she goes after she graduates from HS) which would have been a factor in the brains of the people who decide the ranks/etc. The only reason why Hayate is 2 ranks above them is that from the manga/anime we see that she's wanted to go up the ranks unlike Nanoha/Fate who are less concerned with the promotions. Magical ability would have made a difference most likely, but there's no reason IMO that if N/F had wanted to go up the ranks that they couldn't have been Majors(That's the rank below Lt-Col. correct?).

Nanoha was promoted after StikerS, actually. She simply turned it down.

Originally Posted by Liingo

Guess she has a lot of skeletons in her closet then... Not someone who you'd want to pick a fight with.....

Skeletons are probably the nicest things you'd encounter in her closet... She doesn't regret a single one of them, though.

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

Aha, I see.... and so Keroko resembles Alistina, correct? That would explain that line in your sig: "You remind me of someone I used to call onee-chan..." I'd always wondered about that. Thanks for clearing it up!

I really should write that part down.

Originally Posted by LimitedEternal

Okay okay, no overboard hotblood from me. Wouldn't want us to get canned from it.

Now, these suits of yours, on the other hand...you had me at "Tau battlesuits." Definitely want to see those intergrated/crossed over/whatever the term we use.

And all Ibis-chan love gets two thus up from me.

I still remember the space-moerines, which had a lot of Tau elements.

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

SO.... How's things without me?

Anyway, I've finally started on another fic, this time, a full-blown story, not just a one-shot. And for the fruits of my labor, all I have to show is just one lousy preview.

This is, however, just a sample of the first chapter... To be exact, just a sample of the first HALF of the first chapter. Because it is still in the experimental phase, and therefore is still Susceptible to changes. In fact, I'm almost certain to be adding more details later on.

(Apparently after all this time, I've still have yet to kick the nasty habit of over-writing... >.>)

Oh btw, I still have not come up with a title yet, so I'll just call it, "A story without a Name"...

...For now.

For most parts of this chapter, you can call it Graham-centric, so Nighty had better take this chance to correct me before I keep this mindset of young Graham.

Oh, one last thing, it's mdnight here, I'm too tired to catch all the typos... But I'm pretty sureAaron and/or Kha would do it for me...

"A Preview without a Name"

Spoiler:

Lainsworth City.

One of the major metropolises found in the 9th Administrated World under the control of the Time-Space Administration Bureau.

With only a few minutes till 3 am, the roads and streets in this city are barren and lifeless. By now, most of the city’s inhabitants were already asleep. Tonight however, a lone car could be seen cruising down the empty highway that connects one end of the city to the other.

"Oh? I see… Well then, patch me through to your Captain please." Graham requested to the soldier in the communication screen cheerfully.

"Y-Yes sir! Of course sir, r-right away...!"

The young corporal ran off in a frantic hurry from the screen to fetch his superior. Gil could hear the poor girl crashing into people and objects from the background.

Graham chuckled softly; it never ceases to amuse him whenever that happens.

He blames it on his daughters’ antics that have been rubbing off on him recently.

It wasn’t long before the communication screen was replaced by another older and bigger build individual. A quick glance at his uniform tells Graham that this was just the man he needed to talk to.

“This is Captain Garran of the Lainsworth Civil Protection department.” The man frowned at Graham’s blue and white uniform.

“Greetings, I am-“

“I know who you are…” The Captain waved him off lazily. “Commodore Graham of the 12th Independent Fleet… the infamous Ace of the Navy.”

“’Infamous’ you say…” Graham laughed sheepishly.

“So… What brings such a prestigious person as yourself to our beautiful city during this time of the night?”

“Business, of course.” Graham answered.

“Navy people don’t sleep?” Garran raised his brow.

“Only when the officers aren’t around.” Graham winked.

“I… See…” The man cleared his throat. “You were saying…?”

“Oh yes, I require your help Captain, regarding a situation happening within your city…”

Garran’s face looks as if he’s contemplating a chess game in front of him.

“Would that be a problem, Captain?” Graham asked politely.

“Depends, but I’ll hear out your request first.”

Graham cut it short. “Very well then, I want you to fill me in on the specs of your current operation.”

“Certainly, which?”

“The Lenkin harbor firearms trade bust.” Graham answered. “The one currently in progress…”

The Captain of the Civil Protection Unit was caught off-guard by this.

Captain Garran asked. “How did you…?”

Graham grinned slightly. “A kitten told me… “

The man in the screen gave him a look that is a mix between annoyance and disgust.

“Excuse me, sir ?“

Graham changed the subject. “That doesn’t matter now Captain. The important thing now is that I need to know what measures you have taken to deal with the situation-”

“With all due respect sir, I don’t see why the Navy needs to butt their heads into this-“

Graham countered. “Captain, I never said I was here on behalf of the Navy did I?”

“Regardless Commodore, you still do not have any jurisdiction to meddle into the affairs of the Ground division.”

Graham was beginning to lose patients with this man. But knowing the bad blood already existing between their two divisions, temper would not solve anything. Graham took a deep breath to calm himself and start all over again.

“Captain Garran, I believe you’re getting the wrong impression that I am trying to undermine your authority in this matter. Let me assure you that my only concern is for the safety of your men, as well as the citizens of this city.”

“You have my word if everything checks out; I would not interfere with your operation. So please, just help me to do my job Captain and we can all go home to sleep a little early.”

After considering his words, the Civil Protection Captain decides to cooperate.

“As you already know, the Administration Bureau had placed a ban on all Conventional Weaponry, while majority of the administrative worlds have complied with this law in exchange for magic-base weapons, there are still a number of individuals who refuses to lay down arms, and several criminal organizations which operates the black market for the sale of these illegal firearms.”

“For a long time now we have suspected a group of extremely dangerous individuals using the warehouses along the side of the river to house their goods. However, we weren’t exactly sure which of the three harbors the smugglers were using. It wasn’t until a while ago that we received confirmation that a cargo full of stolen weapons is to be brought to Lenkin harbor, and that a deal is to be made with another group.”

“From what our officer at the scene has reported, we’re looking at about ten to fifteen heavily armed criminals carrying rifles and sub-machine guns of various sorts. We have already informed the Citadel Peacekeepers’ special weapons and tactics unit about them, and they had just arrived on the scene.”

Garran looked at his watch.

“If all goes well, everything should be wrapped up by 3 o’clock.”

Silence.

Graham looked at him, as if expecting more.

“Yes?” The Captain asked.

Graham blinked, “That’s it?”

Captain Garran lets out an exasperated sigh, “Look Commodore, this is practically a standard bust that civil protection carries out on a regular basis. We have already cornered off the streets, and place a 6 blocks magic field around the area of the building. There are no civilians in detected in the field, and the Citadel Peacekeepers have the entrances covered-“

Graham asked. “What did you tell them?”

“Excuse me?” The Captain blinked.

“What did you tell the Peacekeeper Unit?”

The man rolled his eyes.

“Exactly what I’ve just told you; that the warehouse is being used by smugglers to store illegal weapons and that a deal is about to be made at this very moment. They are armed with large caliber rifles and other semi-automatic weapons-“

Graham stared. “That’s it? That’s all you told them?”

“That’s all there IS to tell them.”

Graham asked. “What about the report that the Naval Investigators sent you?”
The Captain gave him a questioning look. “Report?”

Graham frowned. “You did receive a report from Naval Intelligence regarding the other party, the one making the deal right?”

“Well yes but… I didn’t… Think that…”

Graham sighed and quickly brings up another communication screen, “I’m sure you didn’t- Lotto, come in!”

Another screen appeared beside the first, judging from the noise and the background scenery, its the back of a transport plane. Standing in front of it is a little girl with silver hair to the length of her shoulder, probably no more that 10 years old.

And she has a pair of cat-ears twitching around on top of her head.

“Yes sir!”

Graham gave his command. “Greenlights for ‘Nightingale’! I repeat; you have the greenlights for ‘Nightingale’!”

The little cat-girl grinned mischievously.

“Yes sir! Understood sir!”

From her body movements on screen, it seems as if she just kicked something out the door of the plane.

“The little bird is out of the cage!” Lotto confirmed.

“Good work” Graham nodded as he shuts down the screen.

“Hey! What’s going on there?!”

Graham turned his attention back to the man. “Captain, what is the stasis of the Peacekeeper Unit?”

“Hold it! I’m not saying anything until you tell me what the hell you are planning! Sir!” the Captain demanded.

“Have they entered the building yet?!”

Garran clenched his jaws. “That is of no con-“

“Captain. I’m ORDERING you, to tell me-!”

BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!

Without warning, an incredible explosion shock the highway where Graham was driving on, the force vibrated the entire vehicle for a few short seconds. The car screeched to a halt as Graham got out to see where the source of the shockwave had come from.

Off in the distance on the other side of the river, a blaze had spread from the location of the storage facilities. The bright inferno begins to rage across to the other structures nearby, slowing consuming them in the process. The towering black smoke risen high above the fires, its shape resembles some terrifying, monstrous creature…

Wait a minute, Graham realized. That IS a monster.

With one flap from its huge wings, the entire column of smoke was blasted away.

“What’s that again?! Coming in Sergeant! Come in!” The Captain yelled at another communication screen, most likely to one of his subordinates on the field.
In the background, dozens of frantic operators wrestle with their consoles in an attempt to establish the situation.

“I want a visual of the scene…!” An operator replied something which made him roared. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S AN INTERFRENCE?!”

“Damnit! Stop screaming and give me a damn report!”

“Captain Garran! Order the men outside the field to evacuate as far away from there as possible!” Graham commanded. “And call the Lieutenant-Colonel in charge of Riot Force 3! I have a feeling you’re going to need all the muscles you can get…”

“What about the ones inside?! And the Peacekeepers?! They’re still trapped in there!!”

“No Captain, I’m afraid your men are already dead.” Graham said grimly.

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Meriva look down upon the carnage before him.

The thick and black smoke spawning from the surrounding fire threatens to engulf him completely in their dark presence. Twisted metal, shattered concrete, as well as crimson blood pools painted a complete picture of the devastation.

All of which, he was responsible for.

The special weapons and tactics unit of the citadel peacekeepers caught them off-guard when they stormed the warehouse where he and his fellow comrades were about to secure the cargo of guns and ammunition to their buyers. Many of the smugglers were bind and restrained before they could even draw their weapons. But those who weren’t soon began open firing on the peacekeepers.

However, the fight was completely one-sided battle as the peacekeepers overwhelmed them with their superior numbers, and magic-base weapons. One by one the smugglers were cut down by a wall of accurate magic bolts and missiles.

Meriva was sent here by the elders of his clan to aid the men and their operation here, and had only arrived two hours ago from the dimensional transport station. Exhausted from his journey, the men allowed him to sleep in the docks till he was feeling better.

He had always liked the smell of the water ever since he was a child back in his home world. For as long as he could remember, the people of his tribe have called him a ‘chosen’. He and his entire family were respected for the divine powers he possesses. Because of this, he was never burden with the task of manual labor unlike most of his fellow comrades. In return, his job was to use his powers to protect them from harm.

He had one job to do, and he failed it.

By the time he got back to the building, almost all of them were either killed or being dragged off in chains.

He choked. Darkness was swallowing him up from within; bring fore emotions that were struggling to explode. Just then from the corner of his eyes, he saw a young man no older than himself, reaching out to him.

Before his brain could fully comprehend, his legs was already carrying him half-way across the room. Meriva could hear the peacekeepers yelling at him as he ran, he knew what he was doing is stupid; he should have just ran away.
But he didn’t care.

Rushing to the side of that man despite not knowing his name, he got down and tried to save his life. But instead, all he got was a gift, and a dying message.
It was exactly like the scene of a novel he once read. The man apologized for failing his duty and asked for his forgiveness. Meriva too finds himself playing a part of the story as he apologized for letting them down.

Three peacekeepers had surrounded them, screaming for him to lie down on the ground.

With his last ounce of strength, the man without a name whispered into Meriva’s ears…

“The… Manifest…”

“I will deliver it myself.” Meriva assured him.

The man thanked him, and forever remains silent.

Meriva stood up quietly, and begin to utter a chant. A yellow square appeared beneath his feet, rotating slowing.

This caught many of the peacekeepers off-guard, as most of them had never seen a square-shaped magic insignia before in their life. The one who knew what it was, quickly yelled at the others to stop him.

But they were too late.

A shockwave was sent throughout the room, knocking back the men around him. From the summoning square below him, rises a huge creature. It has the body of a tiger, except it was yellow with black stripes, and had a large pair of wings, also with the same color. It has a pair of massive bull horns on its head, and giant saber-tooth fangs sticks out of his mouth. It stares down the terrified men with its big, blue and empty eyes.

“Kyuki, spare no one.” Meriva commanded the beast coldly.

The entire thing was within two minutes, after which the beast took off into the sky.

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“Meriva, what’s the situation?”

“Our base of operations was raided by the Citadel Peacekeepers, they must’ve have gotten wind of our activities in this city…”

“…The others?”

“Dead or arrested.”

“And the Manifest?”

Meriva reached into his bag and pulled out a clear, prism-shaped crystal.

“I grabbed it before I left.”

The man on the screen let out an audible sigh of relief.

“That’s good news, the weapon cargo may be expendable, but we can’t afford to lose the Manifest…”

“I know that Rekord…”

The man noticed his eyes looked distant.

“Is… Something else the matter?”

“Nothing, it’s just late…”

“Fine, but just remember; you’re not out of the woods yet.” Rekord warned him. “The rest of us will be coming in from the northwest to escort you and the Manifest out of the city.”

“Very well, I’ll meet you across the end of the North-side Bridge in about a minute…”

“Take care now Meriva, we have suffered enough losses for one night, we cannot lose the Manifest, as well as another Chosen…”

“I understand… I’ll see you on the other side.”

“As with you… And hurry, it won’t be long before the Bureau’s Air Force scrambles their Interceptors…”

The screen disappears.

Looking to his far right, Meriva could see a large skyscraper with a large digital clock on its side, indicating the time to be nearly 3 am. He could see his destination up head, the end of the large bridge connecting the two parts of the city together. Tightening his hold over the Manifest, Meriva urge his summon to fly towards it, whispering the words that were spoken to him from long ago.

We are the chosen ones of the Vauxhall Clan, masters of great holy beasts…

2:59:57

With these magnificent and powerful creatures on our side…

02:59:58

There is no one that could stand in our way…

02:59:59

A brilliant flash of light from below caught his attention.

03:00:00

“Time’s up.”

BOOM!

A blue magic beam was fired from the ground, which streamed through the air, slicing a clean opening across the side of Kyuki’s right wing, sending the beast spiraling towards the ground in agony. A bone-crutching, thunderous crash shook the entire bridge when the monster smashed into it, waking up the other half of the city’s occupants in the process.

From the highway across the other side of the city, Graham puts down the binoculars.

“Well,” He blinked. “That’s gotta hurt…”

The man turns back to his communication screen.

“It’s alright Captain, everything’s under control now… You can call off the Air Force.”

“Commodore Graham,” Garran glared at him. “My men on the field are reporting that something shot down that monster… That same monster which took out an entire peacekeeper unit!”

“So it would seem…” Graham remembered something. “Oh, and by the way Captain…”

“Huh?”

“It’s Admiral Graham.”

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What was that…?

Meriva fight to open his eyes; the rough texture he felt on his cheek and hands tells him that he’s currently on the road.

What just happen…?

He could hear his summoned grunting in pain and felt it trying to get back on its feet. Judging from sound, he guessed that he couldn’t have fallen too far away.

Kyuki… In pain? T-That’s not possible!

Meriva struggled onto his feet, and limped slowly towards his summoned.

We are the champions of the Vauxhall, the chosen ones…

He silently spoke to the wounded animal.

It is us who are the monsters…

He walked closer.

Great beings who have power beyond mortal humans…

Meriva reached out to his beast.

Nothing can be stronger than a monster…

“Right, Kyuki?” He asked the beast.

The unexpected reply came in the form of a cold, mechanical voice.

“Cartridge load; Break Impulse.”

A solid ‘boom!’ was heard coming from the other side of the monster, and a large hole instantaneously appeared through the center of the creature’s body, splashing blood all over Meriva.

…Right?

From the belly of the beast emerged a dark figure. He wore a black barrier jacket with silver chains and lining covering the sides of the coat. A mantle attached to the jacket covers a portion of his neck and chin. A small poach strapped to a double layer leather belt hangs to his left side. In his right hand held a long, whitish-blue spear with an unusual triangle-like head. The staff was emitting steam from its sides, showing that it had just very recently been used.

But the one feature that caught his attention above all else, is the white mask that he was wearing. Meriva was reminded of the messenger of death in the stories that his parents told him when he was young.

Causally walking through the tunnel which he had carved out from the beast, the dark figure flipped open the upper portion of his device like a double barrel shotgun and removed two cartridges, replacing them with two new ones from his poach.

And it was only when he walked out of that tunnel did the Summoner realized that this dark figure was only a kid, probably no older than 14.

As Meriva struggles to make sense of this, a frightening thought came to him; that perhaps he was wrong all along.

And that the world has beings far more terrifying than any monster.

“WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?!”

The boy looked at him.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not a monster.”

“Then what are you?!” He shouted, trying to hide his fear.

The boy flipped up his device and locked its head into place.

“I’m just a bird.”

*snore...snore....snore....*

*Asleep at laptop*

"A little kitten told me."

That line did it for me. Seeing Graham centric pieces apearing make me want to tweak Mandy's age a bit to mess around with Graham. Might as well, as several people commented on her really rapid rise through ranks.

Originally Posted by Erio

So basically, the original idea of magical attacks partially composed of lightning elemental (or as you say it, magical attacks with lightning property) does remain... sounds good to me.

Now, would you also say that Signum's Fire attacks work the same way?

Pretty much.

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

That is a very interesting theory. I had forgotten about that aspect of Slayer's magic. Now that you mention it, it does kinda fit except didn't Astral magic not affect physical constructs (i.e. buildings) when used? Why must this magic be so complicated

Cover your ears and pretend it didn't happen.

*ahem* I know, but if we use Reinforce's Starlight Breaker in A's as reference (hellooo other side of the fence) then the comparison should fit.

Originally Posted by Melodius Trueheart

Oi!

I might have completely misinterpreted half the canon, but it seemed to go without saying to me that Ancient Belka and Al Hazared were the same, or at least Al Hazared was Belkan in nature.

Wasn't, for example, the Book of Darkness referred to as a Lost Logia, as was the Cradle itself? (of course, I assumed that the term "Lost Logia" denotes Alhazaredan origin - that may be my error)

Yes the Cradle was Al Hazardian in origin, but you will note that even the Ancient Belka concidered it a Lost Logia, meaning that the Cradle predated even Ancient Belka. Plus, when Jail constantly refers to Al Hazarhed in correlation with Project F or himself, he does not in the least refer to Ancient Belka.

Al Hazarhed seems to be one of those pinacles of technollogy, an ancient civilization that vanished through means even the TSAB doesn't fully know. The Belkans still exist to this day, even though their empire is gone, so canon does not really support Ancient Belka and Al Hazarhed being the same.

Originally Posted by Melodius Trueheart

It also explains how Rein can suddenly use physical shots against Agito; but does this mean that mages can create matter in small quantities/transmute mana into matter?

That's currently one of the hot topics of debate in the tech thread, but I think it can. Just look at Barrier Jackets and Devices.

[Kha]

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

SO.... How's things without me?

Anyway, I've finally started on another fic, this time, a full-blown story, not just a one-shot. And for the fruits of my labor, all I have to show is just one lousy preview.

This is, however, just a sample of the first chapter... To be exact, just a sample of the first HALF of the first chapter. Because it is still in the experimental phase, and therefore is still Susceptible to changes. In fact, I'm almost certain to be adding more details later on.

(Apparently after all this time, I've still have yet to kick the nasty habit of over-writing... >.>)

Oh btw, I still have not come up with a title yet, so I'll just call it, "A story without a Name"...

...For now.

For most parts of this chapter, you can call it Graham-centric, so Nighty had better take this chance to correct me before I keep this mindset of young Graham.

Oh, one last thing, it's mdnight here, I'm too tired to catch all the typos... But I'm pretty sureAaron and/or Kha would do it for me...

"A Preview without a Name"

Spoiler:

Lainsworth City.

One of the major metropolises found in the 9th Administrated World under the control of the Time-Space Administration Bureau.

With only a few minutes till 3 am, the roads and streets in this city are barren and lifeless. By now, most of the city’s inhabitants were already asleep. Tonight however, a lone car could be seen cruising down the empty highway that connects one end of the city to the other.

"Oh? I see… Well then, patch me through to your Captain please." Graham requested to the soldier in the communication screen cheerfully.

"Y-Yes sir! Of course sir, r-right away...!"

The young corporal ran off in a frantic hurry from the screen to fetch his superior. Gil could hear the poor girl crashing into people and objects from the background.

Graham chuckled softly; it never ceases to amuse him whenever that happens.

He blames it on his daughters’ antics that have been rubbing off on him recently.

It wasn’t long before the communication screen was replaced by another older and bigger build individual. A quick glance at his uniform tells Graham that this was just the man he needed to talk to.

“This is Captain Garran of the Lainsworth Civil Protection department.” The man frowned at Graham’s blue and white uniform.

“Greetings, I am-“

“I know who you are…” The Captain waved him off lazily. “Commodore Graham of the 12th Independent Fleet… the infamous Ace of the Navy.”

“’Infamous’ you say…” Graham laughed sheepishly.

“So… What brings such a prestigious person as yourself to our beautiful city during this time of the night?”

“Business, of course.” Graham answered.

“Navy people don’t sleep?” Garran raised his brow.

“Only when the officers aren’t around.” Graham winked.

“I… See…” The man cleared his throat. “You were saying…?”

“Oh yes, I require your help Captain, regarding a situation happening within your city…”

Garran’s face looks as if he’s contemplating a chess game in front of him.

“Would that be a problem, Captain?” Graham asked politely.

“Depends, but I’ll hear out your request first.”

Graham cut it short. “Very well then, I want you to fill me in on the specs of your current operation.”

“Certainly, which?”

“The Lenkin harbor firearms trade bust.” Graham answered. “The one currently in progress…”

The Captain of the Civil Protection Unit was caught off-guard by this.

Captain Garran asked. “How did you…?”

Graham grinned slightly. “A kitten told me… “

The man in the screen gave him a look that is a mix between annoyance and disgust.

“Excuse me, sir ?“

Graham changed the subject. “That doesn’t matter now Captain. The important thing now is that I need to know what measures you have taken to deal with the situation-”

“With all due respect sir, I don’t see why the Navy needs to butt their heads into this-“

Graham countered. “Captain, I never said I was here on behalf of the Navy did I?”

“Regardless Commodore, you still do not have any jurisdiction to meddle into the affairs of the Ground division.”

Graham was beginning to lose patients with this man. But knowing the bad blood already existing between their two divisions, temper would not solve anything. Graham took a deep breath to calm himself and start all over again.

“Captain Garran, I believe you’re getting the wrong impression that I am trying to undermine your authority in this matter. Let me assure you that my only concern is for the safety of your men, as well as the citizens of this city.”

“You have my word if everything checks out; I would not interfere with your operation. So please, just help me to do my job Captain and we can all go home to sleep a little early.”

After considering his words, the Civil Protection Captain decides to cooperate.

“As you already know, the Administration Bureau had placed a ban on all Conventional Weaponry, while majority of the administrative worlds have complied with this law in exchange for magic-base weapons, there are still a number of individuals who refuses to lay down arms, and several criminal organizations which operates the black market for the sale of these illegal firearms.”

“For a long time now we have suspected a group of extremely dangerous individuals using the warehouses along the side of the river to house their goods. However, we weren’t exactly sure which of the three harbors the smugglers were using. It wasn’t until a while ago that we received confirmation that a cargo full of stolen weapons is to be brought to Lenkin harbor, and that a deal is to be made with another group.”

“From what our officer at the scene has reported, we’re looking at about ten to fifteen heavily armed criminals carrying rifles and sub-machine guns of various sorts. We have already informed the Citadel Peacekeepers’ special weapons and tactics unit about them, and they had just arrived on the scene.”

Garran looked at his watch.

“If all goes well, everything should be wrapped up by 3 o’clock.”

Silence.

Graham looked at him, as if expecting more.

“Yes?” The Captain asked.

Graham blinked, “That’s it?”

Captain Garran lets out an exasperated sigh, “Look Commodore, this is practically a standard bust that civil protection carries out on a regular basis. We have already cornered off the streets, and place a 6 blocks magic field around the area of the building. There are no civilians in detected in the field, and the Citadel Peacekeepers have the entrances covered-“

Graham asked. “What did you tell them?”

“Excuse me?” The Captain blinked.

“What did you tell the Peacekeeper Unit?”

The man rolled his eyes.

“Exactly what I’ve just told you; that the warehouse is being used by smugglers to store illegal weapons and that a deal is about to be made at this very moment. They are armed with large caliber rifles and other semi-automatic weapons-“

Graham stared. “That’s it? That’s all you told them?”

“That’s all there IS to tell them.”

Graham asked. “What about the report that the Naval Investigators sent you?”
The Captain gave him a questioning look. “Report?”

Graham frowned. “You did receive a report from Naval Intelligence regarding the other party, the one making the deal right?”

“Well yes but… I didn’t… Think that…”

Graham sighed and quickly brings up another communication screen, “I’m sure you didn’t- Lotto, come in!”

Another screen appeared beside the first, judging from the noise and the background scenery, its the back of a transport plane. Standing in front of it is a little girl with silver hair to the length of her shoulder, probably no more that 10 years old.

And she has a pair of cat-ears twitching around on top of her head.

“Yes sir!”

Graham gave his command. “Greenlights for ‘Nightingale’! I repeat; you have the greenlights for ‘Nightingale’!”

The little cat-girl grinned mischievously.

“Yes sir! Understood sir!”

From her body movements on screen, it seems as if she just kicked something out the door of the plane.

“The little bird is out of the cage!” Lotto confirmed.

“Good work” Graham nodded as he shuts down the screen.

“Hey! What’s going on there?!”

Graham turned his attention back to the man. “Captain, what is the stasis of the Peacekeeper Unit?”

“Hold it! I’m not saying anything until you tell me what the hell you are planning! Sir!” the Captain demanded.

“Have they entered the building yet?!”

Garran clenched his jaws. “That is of no con-“

“Captain. I’m ORDERING you, to tell me-!”

BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!

Without warning, an incredible explosion shock the highway where Graham was driving on, the force vibrated the entire vehicle for a few short seconds. The car screeched to a halt as Graham got out to see where the source of the shockwave had come from.

Off in the distance on the other side of the river, a blaze had spread from the location of the storage facilities. The bright inferno begins to rage across to the other structures nearby, slowing consuming them in the process. The towering black smoke risen high above the fires, its shape resembles some terrifying, monstrous creature…

Wait a minute, Graham realized. That IS a monster.

With one flap from its huge wings, the entire column of smoke was blasted away.

“What’s that again?! Coming in Sergeant! Come in!” The Captain yelled at another communication screen, most likely to one of his subordinates on the field.
In the background, dozens of frantic operators wrestle with their consoles in an attempt to establish the situation.

“I want a visual of the scene…!” An operator replied something which made him roared. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S AN INTERFRENCE?!”

“Damnit! Stop screaming and give me a damn report!”

“Captain Garran! Order the men outside the field to evacuate as far away from there as possible!” Graham commanded. “And call the Lieutenant-Colonel in charge of Riot Force 3! I have a feeling you’re going to need all the muscles you can get…”

“What about the ones inside?! And the Peacekeepers?! They’re still trapped in there!!”

“No Captain, I’m afraid your men are already dead.” Graham said grimly.

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Meriva look down upon the carnage before him.

The thick and black smoke spawning from the surrounding fire threatens to engulf him completely in their dark presence. Twisted metal, shattered concrete, as well as crimson blood pools painted a complete picture of the devastation.

All of which, he was responsible for.

The special weapons and tactics unit of the citadel peacekeepers caught them off-guard when they stormed the warehouse where he and his fellow comrades were about to secure the cargo of guns and ammunition to their buyers. Many of the smugglers were bind and restrained before they could even draw their weapons. But those who weren’t soon began open firing on the peacekeepers.

However, the fight was completely one-sided battle as the peacekeepers overwhelmed them with their superior numbers, and magic-base weapons. One by one the smugglers were cut down by a wall of accurate magic bolts and missiles.

Meriva was sent here by the elders of his clan to aid the men and their operation here, and had only arrived two hours ago from the dimensional transport station. Exhausted from his journey, the men allowed him to sleep in the docks till he was feeling better.

He had always liked the smell of the water ever since he was a child back in his home world. For as long as he could remember, the people of his tribe have called him a ‘chosen’. He and his entire family were respected for the divine powers he possesses. Because of this, he was never burden with the task of manual labor unlike most of his fellow comrades. In return, his job was to use his powers to protect them from harm.

He had one job to do, and he failed it.

By the time he got back to the building, almost all of them were either killed or being dragged off in chains.

He choked. Darkness was swallowing him up from within; bring fore emotions that were struggling to explode. Just then from the corner of his eyes, he saw a young man no older than himself, reaching out to him.

Before his brain could fully comprehend, his legs was already carrying him half-way across the room. Meriva could hear the peacekeepers yelling at him as he ran, he knew what he was doing is stupid; he should have just ran away.
But he didn’t care.

Rushing to the side of that man despite not knowing his name, he got down and tried to save his life. But instead, all he got was a gift, and a dying message.
It was exactly like the scene of a novel he once read. The man apologized for failing his duty and asked for his forgiveness. Meriva too finds himself playing a part of the story as he apologized for letting them down.

Three peacekeepers had surrounded them, screaming for him to lie down on the ground.

With his last ounce of strength, the man without a name whispered into Meriva’s ears…

“The… Manifest…”

“I will deliver it myself.” Meriva assured him.

The man thanked him, and forever remains silent.

Meriva stood up quietly, and begin to utter a chant. A yellow square appeared beneath his feet, rotating slowing.

This caught many of the peacekeepers off-guard, as most of them had never seen a square-shaped magic insignia before in their life. The one who knew what it was, quickly yelled at the others to stop him.

But they were too late.

A shockwave was sent throughout the room, knocking back the men around him. From the summoning square below him, rises a huge creature. It has the body of a tiger, except it was yellow with black stripes, and had a large pair of wings, also with the same color. It has a pair of massive bull horns on its head, and giant saber-tooth fangs sticks out of his mouth. It stares down the terrified men with its big, blue and empty eyes.

“Kyuki, spare no one.” Meriva commanded the beast coldly.

The entire thing was within two minutes, after which the beast took off into the sky.

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“Meriva, what’s the situation?”

“Our base of operations was raided by the Citadel Peacekeepers, they must’ve have gotten wind of our activities in this city…”

“…The others?”

“Dead or arrested.”

“And the Manifest?”

Meriva reached into his bag and pulled out a clear, prism-shaped crystal.

“I grabbed it before I left.”

The man on the screen let out an audible sigh of relief.

“That’s good news, the weapon cargo may be expendable, but we can’t afford to lose the Manifest…”

“I know that Rekord…”

The man noticed his eyes looked distant.

“Is… Something else the matter?”

“Nothing, it’s just late…”

“Fine, but just remember; you’re not out of the woods yet.” Rekord warned him. “The rest of us will be coming in from the northwest to escort you and the Manifest out of the city.”

“Very well, I’ll meet you across the end of the North-side Bridge in about a minute…”

“Take care now Meriva, we have suffered enough losses for one night, we cannot lose the Manifest, as well as another Chosen…”

“I understand… I’ll see you on the other side.”

“As with you… And hurry, it won’t be long before the Bureau’s Air Force scrambles their Interceptors…”

The screen disappears.

Looking to his far right, Meriva could see a large skyscraper with a large digital clock on its side, indicating the time to be nearly 3 am. He could see his destination up head, the end of the large bridge connecting the two parts of the city together. Tightening his hold over the Manifest, Meriva urge his summon to fly towards it, whispering the words that were spoken to him from long ago.

We are the chosen ones of the Vauxhall Clan, masters of great holy beasts…

2:59:57

With these magnificent and powerful creatures on our side…

02:59:58

There is no one that could stand in our way…

02:59:59

A brilliant flash of light from below caught his attention.

03:00:00

“Time’s up.”

BOOM!

A blue magic beam was fired from the ground, which streamed through the air, slicing a clean opening across the side of Kyuki’s right wing, sending the beast spiraling towards the ground in agony. A bone-crutching, thunderous crash shook the entire bridge when the monster smashed into it, waking up the other half of the city’s occupants in the process.

From the highway across the other side of the city, Graham puts down the binoculars.

“Well,” He blinked. “That’s gotta hurt…”

The man turns back to his communication screen.

“It’s alright Captain, everything’s under control now… You can call off the Air Force.”

“Commodore Graham,” Garran glared at him. “My men on the field are reporting that something shot down that monster… That same monster which took out an entire peacekeeper unit!”

“So it would seem…” Graham remembered something. “Oh, and by the way Captain…”

“Huh?”

“It’s Admiral Graham.”

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What was that…?

Meriva fight to open his eyes; the rough texture he felt on his cheek and hands tells him that he’s currently on the road.

What just happen…?

He could hear his summoned grunting in pain and felt it trying to get back on its feet. Judging from sound, he guessed that he couldn’t have fallen too far away.

Kyuki… In pain? T-That’s not possible!

Meriva struggled onto his feet, and limped slowly towards his summoned.

We are the champions of the Vauxhall, the chosen ones…

He silently spoke to the wounded animal.

It is us who are the monsters…

He walked closer.

Great beings who have power beyond mortal humans…

Meriva reached out to his beast.

Nothing can be stronger than a monster…

“Right, Kyuki?” He asked the beast.

The unexpected reply came in the form of a cold, mechanical voice.

“Cartridge load; Break Impulse.”

A solid ‘boom!’ was heard coming from the other side of the monster, and a large hole instantaneously appeared through the center of the creature’s body, splashing blood all over Meriva.

…Right?

From the belly of the beast emerged a dark figure. He wore a black barrier jacket with silver chains and lining covering the sides of the coat. A mantle attached to the jacket covers a portion of his neck and chin. A small poach strapped to a double layer leather belt hangs to his left side. In his right hand held a long, whitish-blue spear with an unusual triangle-like head. The staff was emitting steam from its sides, showing that it had just very recently been used.

But the one feature that caught his attention above all else, is the white mask that he was wearing. Meriva was reminded of the messenger of death in the stories that his parents told him when he was young.

Causally walking through the tunnel which he had carved out from the beast, the dark figure flipped open the upper portion of his device like a double barrel shotgun and removed two cartridges, replacing them with two new ones from his poach.

And it was only when he walked out of that tunnel did the Summoner realized that this dark figure was only a kid, probably no older than 14.

As Meriva struggles to make sense of this, a frightening thought came to him; that perhaps he was wrong all along.

And that the world has beings far more terrifying than any monster.

“WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?!”

The boy looked at him.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not a monster.”

“Then what are you?!” He shouted, trying to hide his fear.

The boy flipped up his device and locked its head into place.

“I’m just a bird.”

*snore...snore....snore....*

*Asleep at laptop*

Originally Posted by Tormenk

Graham-centric it is but Clyde steals the show with his entrance. Lotte kicking out the little bird called Nightingale too. Need MOAR.

WoW, this place has really slowed today...

I quoted Tormenk for what I wanted to say. And yeah Nighty's a hot favorite here, first appearing as a quirky Intelligent Device that can be docked into a Prinny, and now getting kicked by Lotte.

Originally Posted by Erio

Ah, I didnt know that the Cinque-gen Numbers were actually different... I thought this was part of your ideas.

And somehow you managed to get all this crack to work.

~~~~~~

And you got that right about my sponsors - they support Scaglietti for their personal reasons. Soon I'll be introducing all the ideas I have been planning these past few months. Lets see if they can fit the massive Rebuilt of StrikerS you're planning.

1. It sorta came to me that they were different in a way, especially with those doubting portrayals in the anime and more in the manga, and then that old idea of Kia the Ifurita came back and smacked me on the head to make it more sensible.

2. They should! By the time I get to those parts, I should have enough to work on...

...as long as I stop playing Disgaea and MapleStory with the tsundere...

Originally Posted by Kagerou

Oh jeeze mana-to-matter conversion theory anymore?

In all seriousness, though, we know mana-to-matter is possible, but the magic shots in MSLN look nothing like matter (except Swallow Flier, IIRC).

To be honest, I've always used the evidence of 1 event in canon to justify my crack. And Swallow Fliegen was the evidential basis of the fully mastered version of Kha's Rare Skill, Tracing, and we know how that is all about mana-to-matter.

Also, the way devices grow and form as they are unsealed is well-managed mana-to-matter transmutation IMO.

Just my $0.02.

EDIT: Oh, Keroko has pointed you in the write direction.

[FieryAeon]

Urgh...more backlog. Don't mind if I skip them. Too many things on my mind lately and work is taking a lot more of my time than I thought. Plus it seems to sap any desire to do anything strenuous like reading a wall of text when your eyes has had to stare at a CRT monitor for hours.

Still looks like there are a lot of new stuff to read, maybe I should just comment on those.

[Chaos2Frozen]

Originally Posted by USB500

besides, small chest = closer to heart

Bigger chest = Greater love.

Originally Posted by LoweGear

You didn't know who she is?

SACRILEGE!!!! BURN HIM AT THE STAKE!!!

To be honest, I have not idea as well.

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

Zomg! Gar Graham! And who's the kid? Interesting, interesting...

I guess this takes place quite a while before StrikerS....

It looks interesting, that's for sure. It'd be interesting to see how this pans out.

30 years before StrikerS.

Graham should be about 26, if following Nighty's profile.

Originally Posted by Tormenk

Graham-centric it is but Clyde steals the show with his entrance. Lotte kicking out the little bird called Nightingale too. Need MOAR.

I had planned more, but somehow I overshot my own word limit to 3000+

Will piece together the two part soon... I'll only post it on FF.net after completing a few chapters...

Oh, and 'Nightingale' is just the codeword for that day

Originally Posted by Tormenk

Pretty quiet here lately but can't be helped. I'm continuing lurker status until I finish some of my own stories, in particular that one piece C2F was so looking forward to until I killed his appetite. Fair to say it's been shaping up nicely with the few moments I can spare to work on it.

Well more next time.

I have been reduce to lurking statsis because of that purpose as well

(Oh btw, if you haven't check out the CG image thread, I believe there are some new images... Well, new to me anyway )

Originally Posted by Keroko

If Chrono was a captain at 9 years old, then Mandy's rise to power would be even more believable.

Firstly, he was 14

Secondly, all we were told was that he's an Enforcer, and second-in-command of the ship, but nothing on his rank.

My guess? He's a Commander... Like Shepherd .

Originally Posted by Keroko

"A little kitten told me."

That line did it for me. Seeing Graham centric pieces apearing make me want to tweak Mandy's age a bit to mess around with Graham. Might as well, as several people commented on her really rapid rise through ranks.

I wanted to keep Graham at Captain level But Nighty had stress that he was Admiral at that age many times so I can't do anything about that

And I will be using these animal words to represent my characters throughout the story I've gotten nicknames for most of them, except Graham He eludes me

Originally Posted by Kha

WoW, this place has really slowed today...

I quoted Tormenk for what I wanted to say. And yeah Nighty's a hot favorite here, first appearing as a quirky Intelligent Device that can be docked into a Prinny, and now getting kicked by Lotte.

Whats a Prinny ?

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P.S -

@Tormenk

Images like this,

Spoiler:

P.P.S -

So, three week into the winter season, how's is the season doing for you guys? My personal favorite has got to be 'True Tears' In terms of... Oh I don't know, everything?

P.P.P.S -

I've recently created a new thread in the manga section so now I'm shamelessly advertising for myself. Please check it out, the title of the book is "Pandora Hearts"...

Don't make me send killer bunnies after you...

[Keroko]

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Firstly, he was 14

Secondly, all we were told was that he's an Enforcer, and second-in-command of the ship, but nothing on his rank.

My guess? He's a Commander... Like Shepherd .

I know that. I was just commenting to Liingo how a 9-year-old captain Chrono did little to refute Mandy's quick rise to power. However, since I'm tempted to tweak her age now, that should matter little. :3

And Shepperd comparison is goood (even though Tesla stole the Normandy )

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

And I will be using these animal words to represent my characters throughout the story I've gotten nicknames for most of them, except Graham He eludes me

Yeah, its too soon to even call him 'old guy'

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Whats a Prinny ?

Homocidal zombie penguins. Often used as servants in the underworld.

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

I've recently created a new thread in the manga section so now I'm shamelessly advertising for myself. Please check it out, the title of the book is "Pandora Hearts"...

Don't make me send killer bunnies after you...

Thin out the tails and color the eyes, and you have Nanoha. Color the hair yellow, and you have Fate. Coincidence?

[Chaos2Frozen]

Originally Posted by Keroko

I know that. I was just commenting to Liingo how a 9-year-old captain Chrono did little to refute Mandy's quick rise to power. However, since I'm tempted to tweak her age now, that should matter little. :3

And Shepperd comparison is goood (even though Tesla stole the Normandy )

Chrono should get himself a Carrier ship then...

In my mind, the TSAB has those.

Originally Posted by Keroko

Homocidal zombie penguins. Often used as servants in the underworld.

Those penguin things from Disgaea?

Originally Posted by Keroko

Thin out the tails and color the eyes, and you have Nanoha. Color the hair yellow, and you have Fate. Coincidence?

Actually, no

In the Drama CD for Pandora Hearts, Alice (That girl) is voiced by Tamura Yukari


P.S - Look carefully, not a tail

[Wild Goose]

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Actually, no

In the Drama CD for Pandora Hearts, Alice (That girl) is voiced by Tamura Yukari


P.S - Look carefully, not a tail

I think Keroko was referring to the ponytails.... <.<

[dkellis]

Confirmation the second time:

Other than Verossa Acous is a member and he is sometimes addressed as "Inspector", we know absolutely nothing about the Intelligence division(s) of the TSAB, right?

[Reiji Tabibito]

Originally Posted by Kagerou

Oh jeeze mana-to-matter conversion theory anymore?

In all seriousness, though, we know mana-to-matter is possible, but the magic shots in MSLN look nothing like matter (except Swallow Flier, IIRC).

Didn't we go over this, like, THIRTY TIMES ALREADY?!

Originally Posted by Keroko

Hmm, concidering Mamet is one of my 'doodleboard' OC's, this should be on-topic...

Mamet is an android from the manga Junk Force, unfortunately pictures of her are rare due to the low popularity of the manga (it's really quite a coincidence I stumbled on the only three volumes) but here is one of the rare pictures of her, Mamet is the green haired child.



The most amusing part that wanted me to initially OC-fy her was her 'parent program' in order to blend in to earth society, Mamet would latch on to the first person she sees after activation or resets as a 'mommy' or 'daddy Much amusement in the manga was to be had when that happened.

Let me guess... "Mommy" or "Daddy" was somewhere in the neighborhood of 15-19 years old?

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Bigger chest = Greater love.

YES!!!


GIVE THIS MAN A CIGAR!!!

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Spoiler:

Well...Lulu IS pretty popular...

Still - I have trouble seeing Pizza Butt like that...

Milly? Kinda, but not really.

Karen? No.

Shirley? HELL NO!

But PIZZA BUTT? Yeah.

And Nunally just gives the whole thing a HUGE dash of creepy!

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

P.P.S -

So, three week into the winter season, how's is the season doing for you guys? My personal favorite has got to be 'True Tears' In terms of... Oh I don't know, everything?

Too early to say yet, but for new winter series, I'm loving H2O.

[Wild Goose]

Originally Posted by dkellis

Confirmation the second time:

Other than Verossa Acous is a member and he is sometimes addressed as "Inspector", we know absolutely nothing about the Intelligence division(s) of the TSAB, right?

What we do know is practically nothing.

Acous seems to divide his intelligence gathering into several aspects. Nanoha mentions how he was unable to find evidence of an internal coup in episode 16, which suggests that among his duties is monitoring/intelligence gathering of the Ground Forces. He also appears to be involved in traditional intelligence gathering, going out and chasing leads. Acous also appears to do analysis and STA (surveillance and target aquisition), given how he was poking around the back of beyond for Jail's hideout.

All in all, we have generalities, but no specifics. It's quite likely that a lot of his stuff is classified.

EDIT: Also, I am planning something that will shake up the TSAB to its core.... and make Reguis howl in anger and madness, and all the Armed Bureau Mages wonder WTF is happening.

They will be Few. They will be Proud. And they will kick unholy ass most righteously.

[dkellis]

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

What we do know is practically nothing.

Acous seems to divide his intelligence gathering into several aspects. Nanoha mentions how he was unable to find evidence of an internal coup in episode 16, which suggests that among his duties is monitoring/intelligence gathering of the Ground Forces. He also appears to be involved in traditional intelligence gathering, going out and chasing leads. Acous also appears to do analysis and STA (surveillance and target aquisition), given how he was poking around the back of beyond for Jail's hideout.

All in all, we have generalities, but no specifics. It's quite likely that a lot of his stuff is classified.

Regius's secretary, whose name I always forget, mentioned once to Regius that they were being investigated by someone with a "bothersome ability". I'm guessing that they mean Acous, and I think Acous mentioned investigating Regius in specific or Ground Forces in general, but obviously I can't be certain.

Acous also approached Uno in Scaglietti's base with that glowing hand, saying "let me look inside your mind" or something to that effect. I'm assuming that his ability, other than the dogs, is to somehow read other people's minds.

It's just that no matter how pimp Acous is, I doubt he constitutes the entire Intelligence division, taking on such varied and important tasks. Have these people not heard of delegation?

[Wild Goose]

Originally Posted by dkellis

Regius's secretary, whose name I always forget, mentioned once to Regius that they were being investigated by someone with a "bothersome ability". I'm guessing that they mean Acous, and I think Acous mentioned investigating Regius in specific or Ground Forces in general, but obviously I can't be certain.

Acous also approached Uno in Scaglietti's base with that glowing hand, saying "let me look inside your mind" or something to that effect. I'm assuming that his ability, other than the dogs, is to somehow read other people's minds.

It's just that no matter how pimp Acous is, I doubt he constitutes the entire Intelligence division, taking on such varied and important tasks. Have these people not heard of delegation?

Nope. Or more to the point, 7arcs knows that the Japs don't understand what it is to delegate and work as a proper fireteam.

It could just simply be that all these things Acous is doing are really stuff that other intelligence officers would do (hell, CIA case officers train to hold pretty much the same skillset) and 7arcs decided, "Hey, he's pimp. he can do all this!"

In real life, case officers do end up doing lot of stuff that Acous does alone (usually when the CIA station is them alone. Which should not apply here. Unless Acous is doing an off the record investigation.)

[LoweGear]

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

SO.... How's things without me?

Who are you again?

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Anyway, I've finally started on another fic, this time, a full-blown story, not just a one-shot. And for the fruits of my labor, all I have to show is just one lousy preview.

This is, however, just a sample of the first chapter... To be exact, just a sample of the first HALF of the first chapter. Because it is still in the experimental phase, and therefore is still Susceptible to changes. In fact, I'm almost certain to be adding more details later on.

(Apparently after all this time, I've still have yet to kick the nasty habit of over-writing... >.>)

Oh btw, I still have not come up with a title yet, so I'll just call it, "A story without a Name"...

...For now.

For most parts of this chapter, you can call it Graham-centric, so Nighty had better take this chance to correct me before I keep this mindset of young Graham.

Oh, one last thing, it's mdnight here, I'm too tired to catch all the typos... But I'm pretty sureAaron and/or Kha would do it for me...

"A Preview without a Name"

Spoiler:

Lainsworth City.

One of the major metropolises found in the 9th Administrated World under the control of the Time-Space Administration Bureau.

With only a few minutes till 3 am, the roads and streets in this city are barren and lifeless. By now, most of the city’s inhabitants were already asleep. Tonight however, a lone car could be seen cruising down the empty highway that connects one end of the city to the other.

"Oh? I see… Well then, patch me through to your Captain please." Graham requested to the soldier in the communication screen cheerfully.

"Y-Yes sir! Of course sir, r-right away...!"

The young corporal ran off in a frantic hurry from the screen to fetch his superior. Gil could hear the poor girl crashing into people and objects from the background.

Graham chuckled softly; it never ceases to amuse him whenever that happens.

He blames it on his daughters’ antics that have been rubbing off on him recently.

It wasn’t long before the communication screen was replaced by another older and bigger build individual. A quick glance at his uniform tells Graham that this was just the man he needed to talk to.

“This is Captain Garran of the Lainsworth Civil Protection department.” The man frowned at Graham’s blue and white uniform.

“Greetings, I am-“

“I know who you are…” The Captain waved him off lazily. “Commodore Graham of the 12th Independent Fleet… the infamous Ace of the Navy.”

“’Infamous’ you say…” Graham laughed sheepishly.

“So… What brings such a prestigious person as yourself to our beautiful city during this time of the night?”

“Business, of course.” Graham answered.

“Navy people don’t sleep?” Garran raised his brow.

“Only when the officers aren’t around.” Graham winked.

“I… See…” The man cleared his throat. “You were saying…?”

“Oh yes, I require your help Captain, regarding a situation happening within your city…”

Garran’s face looks as if he’s contemplating a chess game in front of him.

“Would that be a problem, Captain?” Graham asked politely.

“Depends, but I’ll hear out your request first.”

Graham cut it short. “Very well then, I want you to fill me in on the specs of your current operation.”

“Certainly, which?”

“The Lenkin harbor firearms trade bust.” Graham answered. “The one currently in progress…”

The Captain of the Civil Protection Unit was caught off-guard by this.

Captain Garran asked. “How did you…?”

Graham grinned slightly. “A kitten told me… “

The man in the screen gave him a look that is a mix between annoyance and disgust.

“Excuse me, sir ?“

Graham changed the subject. “That doesn’t matter now Captain. The important thing now is that I need to know what measures you have taken to deal with the situation-”

“With all due respect sir, I don’t see why the Navy needs to butt their heads into this-“

Graham countered. “Captain, I never said I was here on behalf of the Navy did I?”

“Regardless Commodore, you still do not have any jurisdiction to meddle into the affairs of the Ground division.”

Graham was beginning to lose patients with this man. But knowing the bad blood already existing between their two divisions, temper would not solve anything. Graham took a deep breath to calm himself and start all over again.

“Captain Garran, I believe you’re getting the wrong impression that I am trying to undermine your authority in this matter. Let me assure you that my only concern is for the safety of your men, as well as the citizens of this city.”

“You have my word if everything checks out; I would not interfere with your operation. So please, just help me to do my job Captain and we can all go home to sleep a little early.”

After considering his words, the Civil Protection Captain decides to cooperate.

“As you already know, the Administration Bureau had placed a ban on all Conventional Weaponry, while majority of the administrative worlds have complied with this law in exchange for magic-base weapons, there are still a number of individuals who refuses to lay down arms, and several criminal organizations which operates the black market for the sale of these illegal firearms.”

“For a long time now we have suspected a group of extremely dangerous individuals using the warehouses along the side of the river to house their goods. However, we weren’t exactly sure which of the three harbors the smugglers were using. It wasn’t until a while ago that we received confirmation that a cargo full of stolen weapons is to be brought to Lenkin harbor, and that a deal is to be made with another group.”

“From what our officer at the scene has reported, we’re looking at about ten to fifteen heavily armed criminals carrying rifles and sub-machine guns of various sorts. We have already informed the Citadel Peacekeepers’ special weapons and tactics unit about them, and they had just arrived on the scene.”

Garran looked at his watch.

“If all goes well, everything should be wrapped up by 3 o’clock.”

Silence.

Graham looked at him, as if expecting more.

“Yes?” The Captain asked.

Graham blinked, “That’s it?”

Captain Garran lets out an exasperated sigh, “Look Commodore, this is practically a standard bust that civil protection carries out on a regular basis. We have already cornered off the streets, and place a 6 blocks magic field around the area of the building. There are no civilians in detected in the field, and the Citadel Peacekeepers have the entrances covered-“

Graham asked. “What did you tell them?”

“Excuse me?” The Captain blinked.

“What did you tell the Peacekeeper Unit?”

The man rolled his eyes.

“Exactly what I’ve just told you; that the warehouse is being used by smugglers to store illegal weapons and that a deal is about to be made at this very moment. They are armed with large caliber rifles and other semi-automatic weapons-“

Graham stared. “That’s it? That’s all you told them?”

“That’s all there IS to tell them.”

Graham asked. “What about the report that the Naval Investigators sent you?”
The Captain gave him a questioning look. “Report?”

Graham frowned. “You did receive a report from Naval Intelligence regarding the other party, the one making the deal right?”

“Well yes but… I didn’t… Think that…”

Graham sighed and quickly brings up another communication screen, “I’m sure you didn’t- Lotto, come in!”

Another screen appeared beside the first, judging from the noise and the background scenery, its the back of a transport plane. Standing in front of it is a little girl with silver hair to the length of her shoulder, probably no more that 10 years old.

And she has a pair of cat-ears twitching around on top of her head.

“Yes sir!”

Graham gave his command. “Greenlights for ‘Nightingale’! I repeat; you have the greenlights for ‘Nightingale’!”

The little cat-girl grinned mischievously.

“Yes sir! Understood sir!”

From her body movements on screen, it seems as if she just kicked something out the door of the plane.

“The little bird is out of the cage!” Lotto confirmed.

“Good work” Graham nodded as he shuts down the screen.

“Hey! What’s going on there?!”

Graham turned his attention back to the man. “Captain, what is the stasis of the Peacekeeper Unit?”

“Hold it! I’m not saying anything until you tell me what the hell you are planning! Sir!” the Captain demanded.

“Have they entered the building yet?!”

Garran clenched his jaws. “That is of no con-“

“Captain. I’m ORDERING you, to tell me-!”

BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!

Without warning, an incredible explosion shock the highway where Graham was driving on, the force vibrated the entire vehicle for a few short seconds. The car screeched to a halt as Graham got out to see where the source of the shockwave had come from.

Off in the distance on the other side of the river, a blaze had spread from the location of the storage facilities. The bright inferno begins to rage across to the other structures nearby, slowing consuming them in the process. The towering black smoke risen high above the fires, its shape resembles some terrifying, monstrous creature…

Wait a minute, Graham realized. That IS a monster.

With one flap from its huge wings, the entire column of smoke was blasted away.

“What’s that again?! Coming in Sergeant! Come in!” The Captain yelled at another communication screen, most likely to one of his subordinates on the field.
In the background, dozens of frantic operators wrestle with their consoles in an attempt to establish the situation.

“I want a visual of the scene…!” An operator replied something which made him roared. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S AN INTERFRENCE?!”

“Damnit! Stop screaming and give me a damn report!”

“Captain Garran! Order the men outside the field to evacuate as far away from there as possible!” Graham commanded. “And call the Lieutenant-Colonel in charge of Riot Force 3! I have a feeling you’re going to need all the muscles you can get…”

“What about the ones inside?! And the Peacekeepers?! They’re still trapped in there!!”

“No Captain, I’m afraid your men are already dead.” Graham said grimly.

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Meriva look down upon the carnage before him.

The thick and black smoke spawning from the surrounding fire threatens to engulf him completely in their dark presence. Twisted metal, shattered concrete, as well as crimson blood pools painted a complete picture of the devastation.

All of which, he was responsible for.

The special weapons and tactics unit of the citadel peacekeepers caught them off-guard when they stormed the warehouse where he and his fellow comrades were about to secure the cargo of guns and ammunition to their buyers. Many of the smugglers were bind and restrained before they could even draw their weapons. But those who weren’t soon began open firing on the peacekeepers.

However, the fight was completely one-sided battle as the peacekeepers overwhelmed them with their superior numbers, and magic-base weapons. One by one the smugglers were cut down by a wall of accurate magic bolts and missiles.

Meriva was sent here by the elders of his clan to aid the men and their operation here, and had only arrived two hours ago from the dimensional transport station. Exhausted from his journey, the men allowed him to sleep in the docks till he was feeling better.

He had always liked the smell of the water ever since he was a child back in his home world. For as long as he could remember, the people of his tribe have called him a ‘chosen’. He and his entire family were respected for the divine powers he possesses. Because of this, he was never burden with the task of manual labor unlike most of his fellow comrades. In return, his job was to use his powers to protect them from harm.

He had one job to do, and he failed it.

By the time he got back to the building, almost all of them were either killed or being dragged off in chains.

He choked. Darkness was swallowing him up from within; bring fore emotions that were struggling to explode. Just then from the corner of his eyes, he saw a young man no older than himself, reaching out to him.

Before his brain could fully comprehend, his legs was already carrying him half-way across the room. Meriva could hear the peacekeepers yelling at him as he ran, he knew what he was doing is stupid; he should have just ran away.
But he didn’t care.

Rushing to the side of that man despite not knowing his name, he got down and tried to save his life. But instead, all he got was a gift, and a dying message.
It was exactly like the scene of a novel he once read. The man apologized for failing his duty and asked for his forgiveness. Meriva too finds himself playing a part of the story as he apologized for letting them down.

Three peacekeepers had surrounded them, screaming for him to lie down on the ground.

With his last ounce of strength, the man without a name whispered into Meriva’s ears…

“The… Manifest…”

“I will deliver it myself.” Meriva assured him.

The man thanked him, and forever remains silent.

Meriva stood up quietly, and begin to utter a chant. A yellow square appeared beneath his feet, rotating slowing.

This caught many of the peacekeepers off-guard, as most of them had never seen a square-shaped magic insignia before in their life. The one who knew what it was, quickly yelled at the others to stop him.

But they were too late.

A shockwave was sent throughout the room, knocking back the men around him. From the summoning square below him, rises a huge creature. It has the body of a tiger, except it was yellow with black stripes, and had a large pair of wings, also with the same color. It has a pair of massive bull horns on its head, and giant saber-tooth fangs sticks out of his mouth. It stares down the terrified men with its big, blue and empty eyes.

“Kyuki, spare no one.” Meriva commanded the beast coldly.

The entire thing was within two minutes, after which the beast took off into the sky.

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“Meriva, what’s the situation?”

“Our base of operations was raided by the Citadel Peacekeepers, they must’ve have gotten wind of our activities in this city…”

“…The others?”

“Dead or arrested.”

“And the Manifest?”

Meriva reached into his bag and pulled out a clear, prism-shaped crystal.

“I grabbed it before I left.”

The man on the screen let out an audible sigh of relief.

“That’s good news, the weapon cargo may be expendable, but we can’t afford to lose the Manifest…”

“I know that Rekord…”

The man noticed his eyes looked distant.

“Is… Something else the matter?”

“Nothing, it’s just late…”

“Fine, but just remember; you’re not out of the woods yet.” Rekord warned him. “The rest of us will be coming in from the northwest to escort you and the Manifest out of the city.”

“Very well, I’ll meet you across the end of the North-side Bridge in about a minute…”

“Take care now Meriva, we have suffered enough losses for one night, we cannot lose the Manifest, as well as another Chosen…”

“I understand… I’ll see you on the other side.”

“As with you… And hurry, it won’t be long before the Bureau’s Air Force scrambles their Interceptors…”

The screen disappears.

Looking to his far right, Meriva could see a large skyscraper with a large digital clock on its side, indicating the time to be nearly 3 am. He could see his destination up head, the end of the large bridge connecting the two parts of the city together. Tightening his hold over the Manifest, Meriva urge his summon to fly towards it, whispering the words that were spoken to him from long ago.

We are the chosen ones of the Vauxhall Clan, masters of great holy beasts…

2:59:57

With these magnificent and powerful creatures on our side…

02:59:58

There is no one that could stand in our way…

02:59:59

A brilliant flash of light from below caught his attention.

03:00:00

“Time’s up.”

BOOM!

A blue magic beam was fired from the ground, which streamed through the air, slicing a clean opening across the side of Kyuki’s right wing, sending the beast spiraling towards the ground in agony. A bone-crutching, thunderous crash shook the entire bridge when the monster smashed into it, waking up the other half of the city’s occupants in the process.

From the highway across the other side of the city, Graham puts down the binoculars.

“Well,” He blinked. “That’s gotta hurt…”

The man turns back to his communication screen.

“It’s alright Captain, everything’s under control now… You can call off the Air Force.”

“Commodore Graham,” Garran glared at him. “My men on the field are reporting that something shot down that monster… That same monster which took out an entire peacekeeper unit!”

“So it would seem…” Graham remembered something. “Oh, and by the way Captain…”

“Huh?”

“It’s Admiral Graham.”

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What was that…?

Meriva fight to open his eyes; the rough texture he felt on his cheek and hands tells him that he’s currently on the road.

What just happen…?

He could hear his summoned grunting in pain and felt it trying to get back on its feet. Judging from sound, he guessed that he couldn’t have fallen too far away.

Kyuki… In pain? T-That’s not possible!

Meriva struggled onto his feet, and limped slowly towards his summoned.

We are the champions of the Vauxhall, the chosen ones…

He silently spoke to the wounded animal.

It is us who are the monsters…

He walked closer.

Great beings who have power beyond mortal humans…

Meriva reached out to his beast.

Nothing can be stronger than a monster…

“Right, Kyuki?” He asked the beast.

The unexpected reply came in the form of a cold, mechanical voice.

“Cartridge load; Break Impulse.”

A solid ‘boom!’ was heard coming from the other side of the monster, and a large hole instantaneously appeared through the center of the creature’s body, splashing blood all over Meriva.

…Right?

From the belly of the beast emerged a dark figure. He wore a black barrier jacket with silver chains and lining covering the sides of the coat. A mantle attached to the jacket covers a portion of his neck and chin. A small poach strapped to a double layer leather belt hangs to his left side. In his right hand held a long, whitish-blue spear with an unusual triangle-like head. The staff was emitting steam from its sides, showing that it had just very recently been used.

But the one feature that caught his attention above all else, is the white mask that he was wearing. Meriva was reminded of the messenger of death in the stories that his parents told him when he was young.

Causally walking through the tunnel which he had carved out from the beast, the dark figure flipped open the upper portion of his device like a double barrel shotgun and removed two cartridges, replacing them with two new ones from his poach.

And it was only when he walked out of that tunnel did the Summoner realized that this dark figure was only a kid, probably no older than 14.

As Meriva struggles to make sense of this, a frightening thought came to him; that perhaps he was wrong all along.

And that the world has beings far more terrifying than any monster.

“WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?!”

The boy looked at him.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not a monster.”

“Then what are you?!” He shouted, trying to hide his fear.

The boy flipped up his device and locked its head into place.

“I’m just a bird.”

*snore...snore....snore....*

*Asleep at laptop*

Yep, that's Graham and Clyde for you... the awesome Com- erh Admiral and the bluebird showing off what they're made off

Powerful Clyde is quite powerful though

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

How about some Subaru SKILL instead?

And another SKILL just cause it's so GAR

Originally Posted by Evangelion Xgouki

Gah...Riders in the OC and I just started to watch Kamen Rider Kabuto and Den-O, too . Not to mention random Kamen Rider Ryuki Youtube clips. That would probably explain where THIS came from...

Spoiler for Riders:

Under the orange glow of the setting sun, people mingled about the end of their day of work. For some work was just about to begin for the evening shift. People talked and mingled about here and there, carrying on their normal routines in spite of the mysterious disappearances that had started to make the news. It was but a small abnormality in the larger world, our world. To them on the other hand, it was normal. It was survival.

IT, like the others of its kind, watched the humans mingle about, completely oblivious to its presence. IT didn't mind, as there was no way they could notice it anyway. They were its prey, its food.

From the clean glass plane IT watched and waited. There were too many around that would cause a commotion should it feast now. IT would wait until it could grab one without being noticed so as not to scare the food away from the hunting grounds.

The creature's patience would soon be rewarded as the crowds thinned as the bus departed from the now empty stop. A lone salary man made his way to the stop, oblivious to the danger around him. Yes, now was the time to strike. IT would soon have a well deserved meal. From the glass IT carefully reached out into our world towards the man. IT licked its lips in anticipation of the meal it was about to catch...

WHAM

IT stumbled back from the glass in its world as pain coursed through its stomach. Something had hit it. Hard. But that was impossible! Prey couldn't see IT when it reached into the prey's world. There was no way...

WHAM

Another blow sends the creature rolling across the floor, breaking its thoughts. IT stands quickly and steels itself to face its attacker. A quick scan of the area locates a lone figure standing where IT once stood by the glass. The attacker wore a white blouse and black skirt. Long hair was tied neatly into an off-centered ponytail.

A HUMAN?! Prey in its world?! Impossible! The only prey that came here were to be eaten. None could come under their own abilities. Unless...the rumors. IT had heard of rumors being passed amongst its kind.

The female held a black container in her hand. It looked like it was open at one end with a simple red orb set on one of the sides. She also wore...a belt? Why hadn't IT noticed noticed the large, silver belt before? The rumors! No! They couldn't be true!

She stared back into its inhuman eyes and said one word.

"Henshin."

With a quick arm movement, the black container slammed into the odd looking belt with a click...and glowed. IT had to cover its eyes from the light that emitted from the prey for a brief moment. Lowering its arms, IT took a step back. Gone was the female prey that had attacked it. Instead stood the things from the rumors. A creature of humanoid form covered in white armor. Blue stripes highlighted the armor sections on the body with blue gauntlets on the arms. Red, orval gems decorated the shoulders and boots. A white mask with large, blue almost bug-like orbs for eyes completed the outfit. An all too familiar belt was wrapped around its waist.

There was no doubt in its mind now. This was the thing from the rumors, the things that sought to destroy IT and its kind. The beings known to them only as Riders.

Riders have been in OC before, especially in KBTKaiser's Kabuto Crossover works... but a TRUE Rider?

MOAR PLEASE

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

BTW, got a concept for a character...part of another RAF Squad - info to be up...sometime.

Here's a pic...and a hint.

Spoiler for Call Me...:

Snake Pleskin?

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

P.S -

@Tormenk

Images like this,

Spoiler:

C.C.

Damn, really making the wait for CG2 very painful

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Don't make me send killer bunnies after you...

Killer Bunnies are easily dealt with using Holy Hand Grenades

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

NAISU

[dkellis]

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

Nope. Or more to the point, 7arcs knows that the Japs don't understand what it is to delegate and work as a proper fireteam.

It could just simply be that all these things Acous is doing are really stuff that other intelligence officers would do (hell, CIA case officers train to hold pretty much the same skillset) and 7arcs decided, "Hey, he's pimp. he can do all this!"

In real life, case officers do end up doing lot of stuff that Acous does alone (usually when the CIA station is them alone. Which should not apply here. Unless Acous is doing an off the record investigation.)

Pretty much what I meant: I understand that Acous can investigate Ground Forces OR check out Jail's hideout OR lead an assault on the brain centre OR do situation analysis OR maybe a couple of the above at the same time. But all of them?

I admit to not knowing much about how the CIA (or other Intelligence services) works, so Acous may indeed be Business As Usual. It just seems a bit unwise to have all that intel (including domestic concerns) inside one head, when the body attached to that head keeps going deep into enemy territory.

[Kagerou]

Originally Posted by Keroko

I know that. I was just commenting to Liingo how a 9-year-old captain Chrono did little to refute Mandy's quick rise to power. However, since I'm tempted to tweak her age now, that should matter little. :3

Speaking of Mandy, I need to know what rank she is circa MC0066. I'm kinda hijacking her (if you don't mind) and implying that she has a favor the OFM owes her >.>

Originally Posted by Keroko

Homocidal zombie penguins. Often used as servants in the underworld.

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Those penguin things from Disgaea?

Right on, d00d.

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

Didn't we go over this, like, THIRTY TIMES ALREADY?!

Yes. We have. -_-

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

What we do know is practically nothing.

Acous seems to divide his intelligence gathering into several aspects. Nanoha mentions how he was unable to find evidence of an internal coup in episode 16, which suggests that among his duties is monitoring/intelligence gathering of the Ground Forces. He also appears to be involved in traditional intelligence gathering, going out and chasing leads. Acous also appears to do analysis and STA (surveillance and target aquisition), given how he was poking around the back of beyond for Jail's hideout.

All in all, we have generalities, but no specifics. It's quite likely that a lot of his stuff is classified.

EDIT: Also, I am planning something that will shake up the TSAB to its core.... and make Reguis howl in anger and madness, and all the Armed Bureau Mages wonder WTF is happening.

They will be Few. They will be Proud. And they will kick unholy ass most righteously.

*facepalm*

At any rate, I'm guessing that, if you want a model of sorts to run off of, use the modern CIA, or if you want fictional, use ONI from the Halo series.

[Chaos2Frozen]

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

YES!!!


GIVE THIS MAN A CIGAR!!!

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

Well...Lulu IS pretty popular...

Still - I have trouble seeing Pizza Butt like that...

Milly? Kinda, but not really.

Karen? No.

Shirley? HELL NO!

But PIZZA BUTT? Yeah.

And Nunally just gives the whole thing a HUGE dash of creepy!

Nonsense, they're all great like that

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

Too early to say yet, but for new winter series, I'm loving H2O.

I like that too, but True Tears gives me a great sense of enjoyment

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Who are you again?

I am the monument to all your sins...

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

Yep, that's Graham and Clyde for you... the awesome Com- erh Admiral and the bluebird showing off what they're made off

Powerful Clyde is quite powerful though

I'll slowly reveal his tricks one by one

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

C.C.

Damn, really making the wait for CG2 very painful

Wish list for CG2, Lelouch keeps his Harem-lead title

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

NAISU

There's more from that came from

[Keroko]

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Those penguin things from Disgaea?

The very same.

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

Let me guess... "Mommy" or "Daddy" was somewhere in the neighborhood of 15-19 years old?

I'll have to double check Louize, but I'm pretty sure Liza was 16... or 17. I'll double check Liza too when I get home.

Originally Posted by Kagerou

Speaking of Mandy, I need to know what rank she is circa MC0066. I'm kinda hijacking her (if you don't mind) and implying that she has a favor the OFM owes her >.>

I'm going to be tweaking her age somewhere in the 40ish soon (long live the law of conservation of beauty), but in 66 she should be an admiral already.

[Kha]

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

Whats a Prinny ?

A cute, little, bouncy penguin-like demon with the personality of a Haro from the Netherworld of Disgaea.

*runs*

Originally Posted by Chaos2Frozen

I've recently created a new thread in the manga section so now I'm shamelessly advertising for myself. Please check it out, the title of the book is "Pandora Hearts"...

Don't make me send killer bunnies after you...

Adding on to Keroko, dye the hair black and you get dere-Tohsaka/Sophia.

Originally Posted by dkellis

Confirmation the second time:

Other than Verossa Acous is a member and he is sometimes addressed as "Inspector", we know absolutely nothing about the Intelligence division(s) of the TSAB, right?

Yeap, unless you want to consider An Hero's contributions to fleshing out the TSAB Intelligence Dept in Outer-Cadia.

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

They will be Few. They will be Proud. And they will kick unholy ass most righteously.

And they sound like my gray metal heroes.

Will keep an eye out for your take though.

EDIT: Just as we were getting comfortable with the crack fort each of us may be building, from DestinyS to Rebuilt, Tsuzuki may really have decided to strike Forth.

"Every body now. On 2. 1, 2..."

"H0LY 5HYT"

Looks like its time to organize another round of hop-skotch. I'd say Tsuzuki'd do something similar to whatever I had planned for the MageWarrior series and screw it up like StrikerS.

BUT let's see if der Kleriker continues to prove why "I Am Legend" in surviving the next onslaught.

Otherwise, that MTV of Jay Chou's "Wo Bu Pei" is gonna come in handy for "The Breakup of Tessalgar Square"...

[Chaos2Frozen]

Originally Posted by Kha

*runs*
Adding on to Keroko, dye the hair black and you get dere-Tohsaka/Sophia.

I get it already

But Keroko's got it right though, seeing as how her natural hair and eyes color are brown and purple respectively...

Like... this!

Spoiler:

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