To Aru ... Fanfiction Discussion Thread

[omega253]

Actually, why not somehow bring Brunhild Eiktobel in? She is also a Saint and a Valkyrie.

Here's what I think. This could be an add-on to your idea, demino.

On a mission, Kanzaki and Touma come across an injured Brunhild and save her. When she wakes up, she decides that she's in their debt......

Either this or she's actually bi for them and wants a threesome.

It seems that I just want some Touma harem antics to occur sooner or later.

This is just a little idea in my head.

[demino_hellsin]

Hmmm they could run into her before the tragedy that took out Brunhild's cabal I suppose? It'd be like the Queen of the Adriatic Sea incident, where Touma just stumbles into the situation.

[omega253]

I suppose that could be used, yes. But the aftermath will be awkward, considering Brunhild's role in the incident.....

[demino_hellsin]

She was the target right? Touma battles the one leading the 4 factions, Kanzaki and Brunhild are in a three way battle with the top mages of the 4 cabals.

[omega253]

Wait, would Touma gain his Precognition earlier due to fighting magicians from an early age? Also, what about his fighting skills? If I recall, Necessarius has some type of fighting style. Touma could probably learn that while he is with them.

If this keeps up, the idea is going to go out of control.

[demino_hellsin]

No. Touma was failed entrance to Necessarius. He did not have the necessary skills to survive in the conditions required by Necessarius. So instead he's like the Jeans shop owner, a civilian collaborator with a specialized set of skills acting as the assistant to necessarius members when requested, with pay ofcourse. Assuming you need to be a member of necessarius to learn the style then he won't.

Touma's precognition has long been present but did not crystallize into something tangible until WWIII. At least that is what I believe, refer to the fight against Kanzaki. Hmm... Maybe I can expand on the precognition. Since ImagineBreaker is the standard of normalcy, Touma becomes far more sensitive to magical or supernatural activity than normal. So basically something that goes beyond precognition. I could probably make him have precognition earlier but not because of battles, instead because he is always around people who use magic. The feeling he gets between normal objects and spiritual items becomes apparent to him. Maybe the improved precognition can allow him to identify and predict the type of spell and the probable scenario? Though I think canon already has it doing that.

Touma's fighting skills will probably be better. If his luck gets him in trouble with japanese delinquents, imagine european muggers likely twice his size approaching him like flies to neon lights.

[omega253]

Ah, thanks for clarifying. Although being around magicians might make Touma change his ' one versus three is impossible' mindset in battle. I'm referring to Touma's tendencies to run away from battles in which he is solo against three or more opponents. At least, before his memory loss....

Oh right. Index. Remember that Index has been with Kanzaki and Stiyl for years. If Touma has been with Kanzaki for a while, then how would meeting Index earlier work out?

Would he still lose his memories when he is fighting John's Pen Index? Or would his experience in fighting magicians help him keep those memories?

If he loses them, then that could be some angst material for the people that are close to him....

[demino_hellsin]

I think meeting index will just be on a "friend of my friend" level of closeness. He'll probably still stop the memory wipe and let Index keep her memories.

Or darker route, Touma only meets her once and Kaori keeps Index' situation secret as part of necessarius orders. On the day Kanzaki and Styl's hearts break, when Index was to run away he would find out after forcing Kanzaki to tell him. They fight, ending up with Touma curbstomped again. Kanzaki and Styl see Index running away from a distance, promising to see her again in a year. They are surprised to see an battered Touma waiting to intercept Index, a resolve in his eyes to make things right, even if he becomes everyone's enemy.

Touma's memory will not be wiped as it means incurring brain damage. Heaven Canceller is probably the only person who can save someone with injuries on that level. Remember that healing spells won't work on Touma so yeah...

[omega253]

Talk about Dead End......

I wonder how Laura Stuart would interact with Touma, though. Would she consider him cannon fodder or someone to use as a secret asset against Aleister, I wonder?

[demino_hellsin]

She doesn't seem to think much of IB. Perhaps she doesn't care or does not grasp the implications behind its existence. Who knows? But she definitely would keep an eye on him. His ability could be labelled as interesting, but no more or less than that. Overall, surveillance but minimal contact.



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Ting ling ting

"Owner!", Touma walks in. His hands are full wtih three brown paper bags, each one filled with very different things as suggested by their sizes. One was clearly defined, small and rectangular, a book. Another was big, rounded at the bottom, groceries, maybe food judging by the bagette sticking out the top. The last one was rather ctinkly, the odd point poking out here and there but still shapeless, tools.

"Ah thanks Touma.", the middle aged man waved from behind the counter. He jabbed a thumb behind him, "Just put it all in the back will you?"

"Aren't you going to help me? This is all your stuff anyway!"

The man behind the counter stared at him. He was facing a computer, rather out of place considering the antiquity of the cash register and his shop in general, even though it sold something as contemporary as jeans. "I'm rather busy."

Touma grumbled, "Oh please, you're just chatting up middle school girls.".

"Saten-chan is a customer! a cus-to-mer! This is work!"

"Whatever.", the young man sighed in exasperation as he struggled around the displayed items with his hands full. He opened the door and stepped inside, leaving behind the world which resembled some form of normalcy. What greeted him was darkness, an odd darkness that did not completely rob you of your sight. There was no light but there was no lack of vision at all. As if it was rightly calculated how dim everything should be. Touma moved about even more carefully than before. Despite officially retiring, once a mage, always a mage. Behind the front of a simple jeans shop owner, the blonde middle aged man at the counter was actually one of the most skilled trackers in Great Britain. Touma had some level of respect for the man, one that was completely lost once women were added into any form of conversation, company or god forbid topic when interacting with the man.

He roughly dropped his burden on the worktable he could not see but knew was there. Rubbing the ache from his arms and shoulders, he wondered wether he should go home to prepare dinner at this time. It seemed his companion was coming back after a long while now.

Ting ling ting

The sound of the front door bell catches the young man's attention. He steps out of the arcane atelier and back into reality. The dimness leaves his eyes but his sight is not impeded by the sudden brightness, proof that the darkness had been unnatural. Standing at the door was a woman in a shirt and jeans, dressed in a way one would call lewd as the shirt was tied off to show a flat stomach and navel, accenting bountiful breasts. The jeans had one whole leg cut off exposing creamy skin of a leg up through the whole thigh and tempting peeks of supple flesh of a round behind. Her ebony hair contrasted starkly with the fairness of her skin giving her an almost glow. But her beautiful features were not what made her notable, it was the two meter long sword holstered around the cowboy belt at her waist. Matching cowboy boots tapped the wooden flooring, announcing an exceptional presence that could only be described as sexy.

The two men however had mixed reactions.

"Still cutting up jeans I see"

"What's up Kanzaki?"

The jeans shop owner and Touma respectively said their greetings at the same time.

Despite the bombshell that had just walked in, the two personally knowing her were not perturbed by how attractive she was.

"What? No greetings for me?"

The sultry voice that slithered around the shop sent shivers up and down the two males' spines. A good shiver. A blonde woman who was poorly dressed for the colder weather of October appeared behind the one known as Kanzaki. The blonde had her hair in ringlets, a simple black tube top or bra that looked like it was having trouble holding back boobs that exceeded even the swordswoman's. The blonde wore a sarong, understandable as the long skirt she wore resembled papers that had gone through an office shredder, showing all of her leg and, if left undisturbed, panties.

"Orianna's here too!?", Touma nearly jumped in surprise.

The blonde with the curls pouted at his reaction, "Not only do you not greet me, you even act like you don't want me here.".

Touma was quick to correct himself, "N-no! Not at all. It's just that..."

"Well?", Orianna leaned forward with interest and a grin. "What is it?"

The young man's eyes narrowed into a flat glare when he got a clean look down the lady's cleavage, "You're doing that on purpose aren't you?"

"Well what if I am?", she challenged.

Touma opened his mouth but the first to speak wasn't him. "Then I will forcibly remove you from his presence.", were Kanzaki's words of cold barely restrained fury.

"You know he likes it. Why take it away?"

"Because I don't like it.", Kanzaki brings up her Shichiten Shichitou.

"Well I guess that's too bad.", Orianna pulled out her flash cards. "I was hoping to double up with you."

"Guys.", Touma stepped forward, but soemthing pulled him back. "Owner?".

"Sit down kid. This is one hell of a cat fight that's gonna happen."

Touma gave the man a flat glare. "If they notice you holding that digi-cam then it'd be one hell of a beating that's gonna happen."

[Triple_R]

About a couple months ago, I became heavily interested in Railgun S. Since then, I've gone back and watched all of the original Railgun.

There's a fanfic idea I've been bouncing around in my head since then, that would crossover Railgun (and possibly Index) with Madoka Magica. I finally decided to give it a shot earlier this evening. I've never wrote a Railgun or Index fanfic before, so my first order of business is trying to capture Mikoto's voice. I'd love to know from Raildex fans if they think I've managed to do so or not.

To sort of bring the two anime shows closer together for the cross-over, and to explore characters in a bit of a different way, I'm made a major character from PMMM the cousin of a major character from Raildex. I'll let you the reader find out which characters I'm talking about.

Needless to say, if you read this fanfic without having watched Madoka Magica, it will spoil you quite a bit on it. The fanfic begins with an actual scene from PMMM.

Anyway, I now give to you A Certain Magical Railgun. I'm posting this here instead of at the Madoka Magica subforum because I'm particularly interested in getting reviews from Raildex fans.

Spoiler for A Certain Magical Railgun:

A Certain Magical Railgun

Kaname Madoka was sweating bullets while secretly wishing that some magical bullet could resolve her current predicament. The wish was secret because next to her was an odd little being that specialized in granting wishes. Given his presence, Madoka had to be careful what she wished for, though she still wished that her friend Sayaka would similarly be careful.

Sayaka was currently embroiled in fiercely frenzied flashy combat with another Puella Magi, one with red hair and a sharp tongue. But while her tongue could cut deeply, it was rather the cuts of her spear that worried Madoka the most right now.

“Sayaka-chan!” cried Madoka, as she watched Sayaka getting dominated by the girl with fiery hair and temperament.

“Madoka, it’s too dangerous to get closer!” exclaimed Kyubey, perched on Madoka’s shoulders while the two closely followed the scene of bodacious battle before them.

Madoka had little choice but to follow Kyubey’s warning as both were held behind a barrier of reddish diamonds linked together like a chain-link fence.

Sayaka’s opponent then caused her spear to turn into a weapon resembling a chain. She swiftly stretched the chain around Sayaka, and then tightened it, enabling her to send Sayaka crashing hard against the hard metallic wall! Sayaka quickly collapsed to all fours, overwhelmed by the attack.

Her opponent then carefully recollected her chained weapon, transforming it back into a spear.

“If you’re so dumb that you don’t get it when I tell you…” Sayaka’s opponent began in mocking threat, “and you don’t get it when I beat you down… I’ll just have to kill you!”

And this was it, the key moment of battle. Sayaka’s opponent raced at her with a fearsomely elongated spear, her murderous intention made clear by her actions as well as her words. Sayaka leaped to her feet, and began to pull back her sword, realizing in the heat of the moment that her life was truly on the line. Thankfully for her, though, she was not the only one who realized that.

Suddenly, and seemingly out of nowhere, Sayaka’s opponent was lit up like a tesla coil. Her opponent screamed from the great voltage sent coursing through her body. And then her opponent collapsed to the ground, slight burns on her body, and smoke rising from it.

Sayaka was stunned at the sight. Madoka was temporarily horrified, but soon breathed a sigh of relief.

“I have had enough of people threatening my family.” spoke the voice of Sayaka’s rescuer at this hour.

That rescuer had on a basic black and white baseball cap, a matching black shirt with three golden hearts on the chest, and jean shorts.

“Mikoto!” Sayaka exclaimed, startled at the sudden appearance of her cousin.

Mikoto Misaka, the Ace of Tokiwadai, walked casually towards Sayaka, but while cautiously looking over her fallen foe.

“I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes.” Mikoto stated, “But Madoka really was telling me the truth when she called me. There are magical girls in this city!”

“But I guess even magic is nothing compared to a Level 5 Esper…” said Sayaka wryly with a slight grin, before turning her attentions to Madoka.

“Madoka, you never told me that you called…” Sayaka began in protestation.

“I had to do something, Sayaka!” Madoka exclaimed in reply, “I was worried about you.”

“Besides, it was a good thing she did call me!” Mikoto exclaimed, while walking over the fallen Puella Magi, and leaning towards Sayaka with a worried look on her face, “That was one nasty fight you ended up in. If I had been any later arriving…”

“Thanks for the rescue.” Sayaka interjected in a subdued tone, before raising her voice in alarm, “But this discussion will have to wait. There’s a familiar we have to stop!”

“You have to deal with me first!” thundered a certain Puella Magi, rising back to her feet.

The redheaded girl took a swift swing of her chained-link spear at Mikoto, only to have it suddenly stop as Mikoto held out her arm and wrist.

“…W-what?!” exclaimed the redheaded girl in shock.

“Your weapon may be magical, but it’s still made of metal, right?” Mikoto replied, while tilting her head sideways and backwards at the redheaded girl, “And if it’s made of metal, it means I can manipulate it with my electromagnetism!”

Mikoto then took control of the redheaded girl’s weapon, and used it against her! This time it was the redheaded girl that would get flung hard against the side of the wall. She landed hard on her butt, wincing in pain while gritting her teeth.

“Now get out of here!” Mikoto shouted at her, “There might not be any Anti-Skill in this city, but I’m sure there’s some law enforcement. And I’ll…”

“Heh.” chuckled the redheaded girl, “Law enforcement. That’s a laugh! You Academy City brats think you’re some hot stuff in your high-tech city of total law and order, but you won’t last long outside of it!”

“Oh, so do you want to try taking me on some more then?” Mikoto asked the redheaded girl, while raising an eyebrow and grinning maliciously.

The redheaded girl came to her feet, and made intense eye contact with Mikoto, who was standing directly in front of Sayaka. Madoka and Kyubey were off to the side.

After chowing down on a piece of pocky, the redheaded girl tilted her head to the side, deciding that discretion was the better course of action this day.

“You’re tougher than that blue-haired newbie you’re protecting, I’ll give you that.” she said to Mikoto, “But I won’t go so easy on you the next time we meet.”

And with that, the redheaded girl raced off, leaving Madoka and Mikoto sighing breaths of relief. Sayaka, however, had a look of sober reflection on her face.

“Now” said Mikoto, as she turned to face her cousin, “What’s this about a familiar?”

Sayaka quickly answered Mikoto’s question, including a brief explanation about witches and familiars. Mikoto was slightly skeptical of it all, but she decided that she wanted to see more for herself. So she followed behind Sayaka and Madoka as they tracked down the escaped familiar. Mikoto would normally have went into this sort of situation with guns a-blazing, but right now she was curious to see what her cousin could do as a magical girl.



“Nice job, Sayaka.” Mikoto admitted, after Sayaka quickly dispatched the familiar in a fashion similar to how she defeated the TV-Witch that had threatened Madoka.

“It seems like you can even fly now!” Mikoto exclaimed, as Sayaka ran towards her with a big, proud smile on her face.

“Well, I don’t know how long I could stay in the air like that.” Sayaka admitted, while rubbing the back of her head, “But I can leap pretty high, and manage to sort of hover for a bit.”

“I guess it is sort of how I can use my magnetic abilities to slow or quicken my descent when I’m in the air.” Mikoto replied.

“Those abilities of yours could be greatly augmented if you became a magical girl!” Kyubey exclaimed to Mikoto.

“I-I-It can speak!” Mikoto stuttered in shock while backing away and throwing up her arms defensively.

“Oh, right, we forgot to explain that Kyubey isn’t just some stuffed toy, ha ha ha!” Sayaka stated with some nervous laughter.

“It’s through Kyubey that Sayaka became a magical girl.” Madoka explained to Mikoto, “In return for agreeing to contract as a magical girl with him, Kyubey will grant any one wish.”

“Any wish…” Mikoto said to herself, “I wonder what I would wish for?”

“I can’t imagine that there’s anything you would need to wish for, Mikoto!” Sayaka said cheerfully.

But Mikoto was lost in thought at the moment. She blushed a bit while imagining herself at a grand wedding reception, marrying a certain bishounen hero, and driving away in a gorgeous white limousine. Mikoto’s mind soon wandered from that thought, though, given who she imagined would bless the marriage. Then as she looked at Kyubey…

“Hey, you’re kind of cute!” Mikoto said, as she picked up Kyubey by his ears and looked at his beady red eyes, “In fact, if you were colored green…”

“A gekota?” Sayaka asked teasingly, while raising one eyebrow and grinning, “Aren’t you a bit old for that sort of toy? Plus, Kyubey looks much more like a cat than a frog.”

“GEKOTAS AREN’T FROGS!” Mikoto exclaimed in turn, promptly dropping Kyubey as she turned about to face Sayaka.

“And as for acting my age…” Mikoto said with a teasing tone and a saucy grin of her own, “At least I’m not dressed like a children’s cartoon character…”

“H-Hey now, what’s that supposed to mean, huh?!” Sayaka asked in turn, “Magical girls should look the part, don’t you think?”

“Still, how can you go around in a skirt that short?” Mikoto asked, “I mean, with just underwear underneath?”

“Guys tend to like it better that way.” Sayaka answered with a blush and a grin, before playfully raising an eyebrow, “Given how Miss Shorts-Under-Skirts has yet to have a boyfriend…”

“H-Hey, it’s not like you have a boyfriend either!” Mikoto replied, “… Well, at least I don’t think so. We both know who you like.”

“…No, I haven’t confessed to him.” Sayaka replied, suddenly becoming strangely somber, “But that doesn’t really matter. What matters is that he can play beautiful music again!”

“Is that what you wished for?” Mikoto asked, after a tense pause.

“…Yes.” Sayaka replied after a tense pause, “And it’s a wish I’ll never regret.”

Mikoto was simultaneously impressed by her cousin’s wish, but also worried that she might end up regretting it in spite of what she just said. But Mikoto couldn’t think of a good way to convey that worry, so she just stood there silent for another tense pause.

Thankfully for the two cousins, Madoka was able to read the mood and came up with a timely suggestion.

“Why don’t we all go get some ice cream now?” Madoka suggested to Mikoto, “Besides we should really show you around Mitakihara Town! This is your first time here in over a year, after all!”

Mikoto and Sayaka both agreed to Madoka’s suggestion. The three enjoyed casually hanging out together while eating ice cream and visiting various shops in Mitakihara Town’s commercial districts. After a tense fight with a Puella Magi, dispatching a familiar, and delving into some touchy subjects, the three were relieved to just relax the rest of the day away.

Mikoto would be welcomed into the home of her Aunt and Uncle at the Miki household. There a guest bed was set up next to Sayaka’s, as Sayaka’s bedroom was certainly large enough to make room for it. The two cousins would reminisce about old times and enjoy a mostly lighthearted conversation.

Little did they know the problems that might soon converge on Mitakihara Town…


Back in Academy City…

In a darkened room, a video plays of a politician giving a speech. That politician is Tomomi Shizuki, a former resident of Academy City.

“I began my run for office a week ago, and since then I have grown even more firm in my desire to represent the good people of this city. I believe it is the upmost important to bring greater harmony between the laws and policies that govern Japan with the laws and politics that govern Academy City.” he states, “Too many problems have been caused in that city. Problems that have spilled over into the whole of Japan, including our own Mitakihara Town. Mitakihara Town has recently been affected by many mysterious and disturbing happenings. My own daughter was very recently caught up in some mass hallucination which I have little doubt was caused by some Esper that slipped out of Academy City. Clearly Academy City needs greater guidance from the Diet to run itself properly! This needs to be done simply to protect our families and our property!”

Loud cheers from the gathered crowd are heard as Tomomi Shizuki makes these criticisms of Academy City. Then the video is turned off.

“He’s leading in the polls…” comes the husky voice of a well-dressed man sitting in a shaded part of his office, “By a huge margin. His popularity throughout Japan is skyrocketing as he plays on the jealousies and resentments that so many in Japan feel towards this city. He may even one day become Prime Minister. This is unacceptable. I trust you know what this means?”

“You want him taken out?” asks a well-endowed auburn-haired woman.

“As quietly as possible.” answers the man, lighting up a cigarette, “Make it look like an accident if you can.”

“You know our price” replies the woman.

“I’ll give you 50 percent upfront and 50 percent upon confirmation that he’s dead.” states the man.

“Then we have a deal” states Mugino Shizuri.

And with that, ITEM was set to take a little trip to Mitakihara Town…


To Be Continued…

[allfictions]

Originally Posted by demino_hellsin

snip

Funding this hard.

Money at my screen!!!

[omega253]

Originally Posted by demino_hellsin

she doesn't seem to think much of ib. Perhaps she doesn't care or does not grasp the implications behind its existence. Who knows? But she definitely would keep an eye on him. His ability could be labelled as interesting, but no more or less than that. Overall, surveillance but minimal contact.



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ting ling ting

"owner!", touma walks in. His hands are full wtih three brown paper bags, each one filled with very different things as suggested by their sizes. One was clearly defined, small and rectangular, a book. Another was big, rounded at the bottom, groceries, maybe food judging by the bagette sticking out the top. The last one was rather ctinkly, the odd point poking out here and there but still shapeless, tools.

"ah thanks touma.", the middle aged man waved from behind the counter. He jabbed a thumb behind him, "just put it all in the back will you?"

"aren't you going to help me? This is all your stuff anyway!"

the man behind the counter stared at him. He was facing a computer, rather out of place considering the antiquity of the cash register and his shop in general, even though it sold something as contemporary as jeans. "i'm rather busy."

touma grumbled, "oh please, you're just chatting up middle school girls.".

"saten-chan is a customer! A cus-to-mer! This is work!"

"whatever.", the young man sighed in exasperation as he struggled around the displayed items with his hands full. He opened the door and stepped inside, leaving behind the world which resembled some form of normalcy. What greeted him was darkness, an odd darkness that did not completely rob you of your sight. There was no light but there was no lack of vision at all. As if it was rightly calculated how dim everything should be. Touma moved about even more carefully than before. Despite officially retiring, once a mage, always a mage. Behind the front of a simple jeans shop owner, the blonde middle aged man at the counter was actually one of the most skilled trackers in great britain. Touma had some level of respect for the man, one that was completely lost once women were added into any form of conversation, company or god forbid topic when interacting with the man.

He roughly dropped his burden on the worktable he could not see but knew was there. Rubbing the ache from his arms and shoulders, he wondered wether he should go home to prepare dinner at this time. It seemed his companion was coming back after a long while now.

Ting ling ting

the sound of the front door bell catches the young man's attention. He steps out of the arcane atelier and back into reality. The dimness leaves his eyes but his sight is not impeded by the sudden brightness, proof that the darkness had been unnatural. Standing at the door was a woman in a shirt and jeans, dressed in a way one would call lewd as the shirt was tied off to show a flat stomach and navel, accenting bountiful breasts. The jeans had one whole leg cut off exposing creamy skin of a leg up through the whole thigh and tempting peeks of supple flesh of a round behind. Her ebony hair contrasted starkly with the fairness of her skin giving her an almost glow. But her beautiful features were not what made her notable, it was the two meter long sword holstered around the cowboy belt at her waist. Matching cowboy boots tapped the wooden flooring, announcing an exceptional presence that could only be described as sexy.

The two men however had mixed reactions.

"still cutting up jeans i see"

"what's up kanzaki?"

the jeans shop owner and touma respectively said their greetings at the same time.

Despite the bombshell that had just walked in, the two personally knowing her were not perturbed by how attractive she was.

"what? No greetings for me?"

the sultry voice that slithered around the shop sent shivers up and down the two males' spines. A good shiver. A blonde woman who was poorly dressed for the colder weather of october appeared behind the one known as kanzaki. The blonde had her hair in ringlets, a simple black tube top or bra that looked like it was having trouble holding back boobs that exceeded even the swordswoman's. The blonde wore a sarong, understandable as the long skirt she wore resembled papers that had gone through an office shredder, showing all of her leg and, if left undisturbed, panties.

"orianna's here too!?", touma nearly jumped in surprise.

The blonde with the curls pouted at his reaction, "not only do you not greet me, you even act like you don't want me here.".

Touma was quick to correct himself, "n-no! Not at all. It's just that..."

"well?", orianna leaned forward with interest and a grin. "what is it?"

the young man's eyes narrowed into a flat glare when he got a clean look down the lady's cleavage, "you're doing that on purpose aren't you?"

"well what if i am?", she challenged.

Touma opened his mouth but the first to speak wasn't him. "then i will forcibly remove you from his presence.", were kanzaki's words of cold barely restrained fury.

"you know he likes it. Why take it away?"

"because i don't like it.", kanzaki brings up her shichiten shichitou.

"well i guess that's too bad.", orianna pulled out her flash cards. "i was hoping to double up with you."

"guys.", touma stepped forward, but soemthing pulled him back. "owner?".

"sit down kid. This is one hell of a cat fight that's gonna happen."

touma gave the man a flat glare. "if they notice you holding that digi-cam then it'd be one hell of a beating that's gonna happen."

continue this! I know how comrade ferret felt when i proposed the catgirl!kanzaki idea!

Keep writing iiiiiittttttttt!

[demino_hellsin]

Glad you both liked the snippet. This is just a sample of how daily life for them would be. I haven't even added the tourist guide lady in the mix yet. jeans shop owner acts as the Tsuchimikado of this group. Though Tsuchimikado also interacts with Kanzaki but on a completely separate basis.

Still not sure if this is something worth pursuing. The words and events flowed perfectly though which is something I'm happy about. Typing it felt natural too.

[omega253]

Then keep typing it!

I want to see more of these interactions. I can only imagine what happens when Tsuhimikado brings up the Fallen Angel Ero Maid Outfit.

Fifty bucks says that Tsuchimikado goads Kanzaki into wearing it for Touma. Oriana also asks for one of the outfits so that she can make Touma feel hot and bothered.

[demino_hellsin]

well between crippled Touma and London Touma, which is more interesting?

Well that scenario isn't far fetched, you'd be wrong about the second part though.

[omega253]

Hmm, then would Oriana just wear the outfit for the hell of it?

I'm conflicted between both of the Touma scenarios......

Here's my opinion:

Write a snippet for each one. Then decide to work on whichever one of the scenarios that felt more natural to write.

[demino_hellsin]

Oh she would. But it doesn't quite work the way one would assume

having alread y done as much, I would have to say London Touma... but that's being unfair as I haven't written free style for crippled Touma yet. It was sort of a forced start

I did free form scripting for crippled Touma, but as ferret pointed out, I'm rather inept in writing Mugino as of yet.

[omega253]

Well, it's your call, buddy.

I just got an idea for Hellsing x To Aru crossover.

Touma's in London for some more magic business that he got needlessly involved in. He meets Alucard. Upon somehow shaking his hand, Alucard explodes due to being a vampire and making contact with the Imagine Breaker.

After reforming, he requests that Touma try it again. He explodes again. And again. And again.

Meanwhile, the people in-the-know who are watching this by-play between Touma and Alucard are freaking out at how easily Touma is making freakin' Dracula explode into blood and guts. Touma himself is growing increasingly traumatized at how he is inadvertently causing this.

Integra is interested and thinks about making an alliance with Aleister to have the support of Kamijou's Imagine Breaker

I still haven't completely thought this out.

[demino_hellsin]

Suppose London Touma does feel more exciting... underhyped hot magicside girls ftw!

I imagine Alucard would just vanish