I've never heard of that problem. Do you have any idea what is messing with your Wiimote ? Is it limited to just Okami or something that mess with other games ?
Constellations (Worm/Okami)
- Thread starter UnwelcomeStorm
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Chapter 12
UnwelcomeStorm
BARK! BARK! BARK!
- Location
- United States
Chapter 12
Oni Lee was silent. This was not unusual. What was unusual was the tone of his silence, expressed in the slight movements of his fingers, in the less than perfect rhythm of his breath. Sitting on the opposite edge of the car's backseat, Oni Lee sat as a person would: imperfect and alive, and aware that he waited in close quarters with a dragon. It was... interesting. And for the moment, irrelevant.
Lung breathed out smoke, and watched it slip away through the open crack of the car's window. "Lee. Tell me again what powers this cape brings to bear."
Oni Lee answered, as he had before. "I do not know."
"And why do you not know?"
"I have never witnessed her acting as a parahuman does." The same answer, each time Lung asked. The same uncharacteristic evasion, from one who never lied or hid truth from him. This cape had crawled under his subordinate's skin somehow, and Lung would know the details. Just as he would know what designs this cape had upon his territory. Planting trees and renovating buildings— a more obvious message would be difficult to create. She was putting down roots, establishing a hold, and she had chosen a poor place to do it. All that remained was to know what exactly drove her.
If she was merely ignorant, then she would be subsumed or driven out. If she was a scavenger, come to chew at his demesne, then she would not be given the option of walking away.
They pressed on in silence, the driver, the dragon, and the demon.
Lung had never been to this shrine, but when the car pulled to a stop across the street from it, he had to admit it looked similar to the few that he had visited in the past. The sun was starting to peek from behind the clouds, and it illuminated the red torii fiercely. Lung stepped out of the car and rolled his bare shoulders, then began to walk. Oni Lee, no matter his hesitations, followed. Lung passed through the gate; to meet the cape at their chosen place was an insult to him, but one he could return by simply disregarding. He walked through as if he was the owner, and her 'territory' meant nothing to him. Her seat of power, less than nothing. The cape was at the end of the path, sitting on the ground before the shrine, and as she heard his footsteps she rose to her feet. She'd been reading a book, and she placed it carefully on the steps before she turned around. Lung squinted in his mask— a book of fables. Useless.
The cape took a few steps forward to meet him. A slip of a girl, she was dressed in a poor approximation of a miko's garb, and even with the long skirts and sleeves, Lung could see her trembling. Perhaps she was not entirely stupid. She stopped within arm's length of him, took a breath, and lifted her chin to look him in the eyes. "Hello."
"You do not welcome me?"
"I'm not entirely sure you're welcome here," she said. "This isn't a place for violence." Lung rumbled, deep in his chest. He could appreciate some spine, before he broke it.
"And yet you welcome yourself into my territory, without my leave. This was a mistake."
The cape had no refusal. Instead, she had a proposal. "Lung. May I ask you a few questions, and have you answer them?"
"You are in a poor position to demand anything from me."
"I will give you answers in return. I'll answer what you ask, honestly. Just do the same."
A Thinker, then, or perhaps a Master? That would go a ways towards explaining Oni Lee's behavior as of late. She shook visibly— perhaps this was her gambit, or perhaps she was stalling for time. He could afford to find out. "Agreed, until I tire of you. I ask— who are you?"
"My name is Taylor." ...hm. Not 'I am Taylor', but 'my name is Taylor.' The former would be a mask, a taken identity, but the latter rang more true.
"Um. My turn... what are you?"
"I am Lung," he said, and knew his voice was deepened by his mask, turning his answer from mere words to a thing intoned. "I am the dragon. Why have you come here, intruded upon my territory?"
"I saw the shrine was all busted up. It looked sad, so I did some work to fix it. Then I stuck around, because it would be sad if the shrine was neglected again." The girl took a breath, trying to inhale courage. "My question. Lung, what waterfall did you climb?"
"What?"
She repeated the question. He knew the legend, of course— a carp that climbs the waterfall and passes through the Dragon Gate becomes a dragon itself. It was a tale of hardship and effort, leading to great success and reward. Perhaps this was part of her game, but it was insulting that she should have to ask.
"I am the dragon of Kyushu. I drove off Leviathan, alone against the monster."
"That made your name," she interjected, "But it did not make you. Lung, what waterfall did you climb?" What made him? He was Lung! He was— Inside his mask, his eyes widened.
No. She could not...
Lung was the Dragon of Kyushu, a name to be feared and obeyed. But what had made Lung?
Lung had been made by Kenta, face-down in his death at the hands of the woman in the suit. A birth through defeat, not triumph. Through resentment, not elation. That was what the cape was driving towards, hard eyes masked by a quivering frame. She seized his bare moment of weakness, and pounced upon it.
"You can't answer me, and that is why you have no claim here. This shrine does not belong to you, it belongs to the people of this city. And this city does not belong to you, because you do not belong to it. You take, but never give." The sunlight was strong now, glaring off her simple shirt and tresses, circling in her glasses to make them twin bright orbs that managed to reflect his mask. Lung stared back at himself.
The back of Lung's hand met the girl's cheek with a resounding crack, the force enough to send her skinny body tumbling to the grass, where she lay still save for her breaths. Beside him, Oni Lee flinched.
"This insult... will not be borne." Lung seethed. "Lee. Dispose of her. Let everyone know that such trespass shall not go unnoticed."
"I think..." Oni Lee said, his voice suddenly very quiet inside his mask, "That it has been noticed." He was not looking to Lung. His mask was tilted up; Lung followed his gaze.
The moody clouds that had covered the city since morning had been swept aside— but only in a single circle, perhaps only a few miles wide, directly above the ABB territory. The rest of the city was covered still, faint shadows of rain raising mist over the skyscrapers downtown. But above the shrine, the blue vault of the heavens stared down like the eye of an angry god. A single spark, high above, was all the warning Lung received.
Lightning crashed down, a single bolt from a cloudless sky. It struck Lung's metal mask with a burst of light and sound, crackled its electric teeth over his spine and down his limbs, and tossed him from the cobblestone path. Not a single blade of grass was singed. Lung rolled to a stop, heart stuttering and pounding as if by overdose. The bright flash of plasma had blinded him, his ears were numbed by ringing, and for a moment he was face down in his death.
The moment passed. Bright spots danced in his vision, and he still could not hear, but he felt Oni Lee's hands at his neck to feel his pulse, then at his arms to lift him up.
He allowed it.
Oni Lee was silent. This was not unusual. What was unusual was the tone of his silence, expressed in the slight movements of his fingers, in the less than perfect rhythm of his breath. Sitting on the opposite edge of the car's backseat, Oni Lee sat as a person would: imperfect and alive, and aware that he waited in close quarters with a dragon. It was... interesting. And for the moment, irrelevant.
Lung breathed out smoke, and watched it slip away through the open crack of the car's window. "Lee. Tell me again what powers this cape brings to bear."
Oni Lee answered, as he had before. "I do not know."
"And why do you not know?"
"I have never witnessed her acting as a parahuman does." The same answer, each time Lung asked. The same uncharacteristic evasion, from one who never lied or hid truth from him. This cape had crawled under his subordinate's skin somehow, and Lung would know the details. Just as he would know what designs this cape had upon his territory. Planting trees and renovating buildings— a more obvious message would be difficult to create. She was putting down roots, establishing a hold, and she had chosen a poor place to do it. All that remained was to know what exactly drove her.
If she was merely ignorant, then she would be subsumed or driven out. If she was a scavenger, come to chew at his demesne, then she would not be given the option of walking away.
They pressed on in silence, the driver, the dragon, and the demon.
Lung had never been to this shrine, but when the car pulled to a stop across the street from it, he had to admit it looked similar to the few that he had visited in the past. The sun was starting to peek from behind the clouds, and it illuminated the red torii fiercely. Lung stepped out of the car and rolled his bare shoulders, then began to walk. Oni Lee, no matter his hesitations, followed. Lung passed through the gate; to meet the cape at their chosen place was an insult to him, but one he could return by simply disregarding. He walked through as if he was the owner, and her 'territory' meant nothing to him. Her seat of power, less than nothing. The cape was at the end of the path, sitting on the ground before the shrine, and as she heard his footsteps she rose to her feet. She'd been reading a book, and she placed it carefully on the steps before she turned around. Lung squinted in his mask— a book of fables. Useless.
The cape took a few steps forward to meet him. A slip of a girl, she was dressed in a poor approximation of a miko's garb, and even with the long skirts and sleeves, Lung could see her trembling. Perhaps she was not entirely stupid. She stopped within arm's length of him, took a breath, and lifted her chin to look him in the eyes. "Hello."
"You do not welcome me?"
"I'm not entirely sure you're welcome here," she said. "This isn't a place for violence." Lung rumbled, deep in his chest. He could appreciate some spine, before he broke it.
"And yet you welcome yourself into my territory, without my leave. This was a mistake."
The cape had no refusal. Instead, she had a proposal. "Lung. May I ask you a few questions, and have you answer them?"
"You are in a poor position to demand anything from me."
"I will give you answers in return. I'll answer what you ask, honestly. Just do the same."
A Thinker, then, or perhaps a Master? That would go a ways towards explaining Oni Lee's behavior as of late. She shook visibly— perhaps this was her gambit, or perhaps she was stalling for time. He could afford to find out. "Agreed, until I tire of you. I ask— who are you?"
"My name is Taylor." ...hm. Not 'I am Taylor', but 'my name is Taylor.' The former would be a mask, a taken identity, but the latter rang more true.
"Um. My turn... what are you?"
"I am Lung," he said, and knew his voice was deepened by his mask, turning his answer from mere words to a thing intoned. "I am the dragon. Why have you come here, intruded upon my territory?"
"I saw the shrine was all busted up. It looked sad, so I did some work to fix it. Then I stuck around, because it would be sad if the shrine was neglected again." The girl took a breath, trying to inhale courage. "My question. Lung, what waterfall did you climb?"
"What?"
She repeated the question. He knew the legend, of course— a carp that climbs the waterfall and passes through the Dragon Gate becomes a dragon itself. It was a tale of hardship and effort, leading to great success and reward. Perhaps this was part of her game, but it was insulting that she should have to ask.
"I am the dragon of Kyushu. I drove off Leviathan, alone against the monster."
"That made your name," she interjected, "But it did not make you. Lung, what waterfall did you climb?" What made him? He was Lung! He was— Inside his mask, his eyes widened.
No. She could not...
Lung was the Dragon of Kyushu, a name to be feared and obeyed. But what had made Lung?
Lung had been made by Kenta, face-down in his death at the hands of the woman in the suit. A birth through defeat, not triumph. Through resentment, not elation. That was what the cape was driving towards, hard eyes masked by a quivering frame. She seized his bare moment of weakness, and pounced upon it.
"You can't answer me, and that is why you have no claim here. This shrine does not belong to you, it belongs to the people of this city. And this city does not belong to you, because you do not belong to it. You take, but never give." The sunlight was strong now, glaring off her simple shirt and tresses, circling in her glasses to make them twin bright orbs that managed to reflect his mask. Lung stared back at himself.
The back of Lung's hand met the girl's cheek with a resounding crack, the force enough to send her skinny body tumbling to the grass, where she lay still save for her breaths. Beside him, Oni Lee flinched.
"This insult... will not be borne." Lung seethed. "Lee. Dispose of her. Let everyone know that such trespass shall not go unnoticed."
"I think..." Oni Lee said, his voice suddenly very quiet inside his mask, "That it has been noticed." He was not looking to Lung. His mask was tilted up; Lung followed his gaze.
The moody clouds that had covered the city since morning had been swept aside— but only in a single circle, perhaps only a few miles wide, directly above the ABB territory. The rest of the city was covered still, faint shadows of rain raising mist over the skyscrapers downtown. But above the shrine, the blue vault of the heavens stared down like the eye of an angry god. A single spark, high above, was all the warning Lung received.
Lightning crashed down, a single bolt from a cloudless sky. It struck Lung's metal mask with a burst of light and sound, crackled its electric teeth over his spine and down his limbs, and tossed him from the cobblestone path. Not a single blade of grass was singed. Lung rolled to a stop, heart stuttering and pounding as if by overdose. The bright flash of plasma had blinded him, his ears were numbed by ringing, and for a moment he was face down in his death.
The moment passed. Bright spots danced in his vision, and he still could not hear, but he felt Oni Lee's hands at his neck to feel his pulse, then at his arms to lift him up.
He allowed it.
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OH! Thunderbolts and lightning, Lung! Gekigami, have you lent your aid? But seriously, the karma in this. Dragons should be wary of higher powers. Ammy is derp, yes, but she knows when to be serious.
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- Location
- Postcard from the Root
I was wondering how a possible conflict would go between Lung and Ammy. Some authors like longer, epic fights, but I found Ammy's brief divine wrath no less sweet or potent narratively.
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
I wonder how Taylor knew to ask that?
Basically, she came in, killed all of his friends, and pressed his face into a pile of cocaine, forcing him to overdose. IIRC.
Angurvddel
I am Large. I contain Multitudes
Less 'like' the eye of an angry god and more actually is the eye of an angry god.
Also. That's gonna be pretty noticible.
Also. That's gonna be pretty noticible.
Assembler
Rocking the life
He walked in on a conversation between Contessa and Doctor Mother. He triggered while overdosing on the drugs she shoved his face into.
Edit: Imp'd
The Stormbringer
Worm Fanfic & Crack Connoisseur
- Location
- Spaaaaace~!
Lung, Lung, Lung... you should really respect the gods, if nothing else.
- Location
- Malaysia
After Leviathan and Kyushu, I guess he stopped believing. At least before, he had at least respect the shrines due to his culture. Levi most definitely destroyed that.
A divine intervention for a bitch slap. Seems pretty fair when Lung smacked Ammy's miko/waifu. Could have been worse in terms of payment. But Ammy is a nice derp goddess.
The Fourth Monado
S U B A R A S H I I
- Location
- Away
Heh.
Dark Mage
Sanity is really overrated...
- Location
- Out of My Mind
Wow.
That has to be the fastest I have seen Lung taken out in a confrontation with Taylor.
. . . and Taylor isn't even a cape in this story! (Taylor overpowered please nerf!
)
Now for the fallout from this event. Actually I'm still waiting for Taylor's reaction from the last update.
That has to be the fastest I have seen Lung taken out in a confrontation with Taylor.
. . . and Taylor isn't even a cape in this story! (Taylor overpowered please nerf!
)Now for the fallout from this event. Actually I'm still waiting for Taylor's reaction from the last update.
Taylor's gonna be 'OW!' for a while. She did get slapped/backhanded by Lung. Even when he's not ramped up he's gonna hit like a brick.Wow.
That has to be the fastest I have seen Lung taken out in a confrontation with Taylor.
. . . and Taylor isn't even a cape in this story! (Taylor overpowered please nerf!
Now for the fallout from this event. Actually I'm still waiting for Taylor's reaction from the last update.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Taylor: -sees sunshine's fur standing on all ends and sighs- You didn't really think that one through did you, come here. -pulls out a brush and waits for sunshine patiantly-
Ammy: -happily walks up and lays on Taylor's lap waiting to be pampered- Just as planned.
Sorry, couldn't help but imagine Ammy's fur being all puffed out because of the electricity.
Ammy: -happily walks up and lays on Taylor's lap waiting to be pampered- Just as planned.
Sorry, couldn't help but imagine Ammy's fur being all puffed out because of the electricity.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
Perhaps. Perhaps not. Aside from Taylor and Oni Lee, how many people have noticed the freaking huge white dire wolf running around the city? And how many people just see a girl and her cute little dog?
Vox De Harlequin
Consequences are for other people
- Location
- Hyalean Theoric World
Hmm...
So would that count as a spike effect, or as a counter?
This is important. For reasons.
So would that count as a spike effect, or as a counter?
This is important. For reasons.
Lung was met with unwelcome storm.
It was super effective!
It was super effective!