- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
... sit on the transformer's shoulder when in 'mecha' form. There, ride.
One Foot - Another Multiverse SI
- Thread starter Ars Poetica
- Start date
- Crossover Fantasy Alt. History
- Location
- The Z-Cave
I've been keeping this quiet for too long, Ars, but I have to say it: Poe and his main cast is like a Light Novels!
Poe is the designated light novel protagonist, Medusa is the 'Main Girl', Lust is the 'Buxom one', Road is for the loli, and Wrath is there to act as a defense that it's not a harem story because there's another guy...who's an older man and can't compete with the MC. The main casts construction is just like a generic light novels.
Seriously, your dice are fucking weird.
Madou Sutegobana
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- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
I was going to say something about Grabbler's shipgirl post, but I figured I'd let Poe speak for himself.
However in addition to what Poe wrote if he channeled power to any Ship Girl as his ride they would change in appearance to horrifying flaming skeletons with scaled down ship wreckage melted and fused to their bones and a miniature ghoulish ghost crew swarming up and down them like parasites.
I understand Super SaiYang to mean Super Saiyan Yang.
However in addition to what Poe wrote if he channeled power to any Ship Girl as his ride they would change in appearance to horrifying flaming skeletons with scaled down ship wreckage melted and fused to their bones and a miniature ghoulish ghost crew swarming up and down them like parasites.
I understand Super SaiYang to mean Super Saiyan Yang.
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Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
How'd he do that? Were your phone plans in his name, and he just cancelled them or something? I was under the impression such a thing couldn't be done without a big bill, in the case of contract plans, and regarding prepaid ones it'd be remarkably easy to fix seeing as it just costs $30-40 for a month.
And yeah, gotta agree with you on that rant you gave. I don't much see the need or desire to ship people in general, let alone Poe - who's already in a relationship with Meds - and harem fics are... weird.
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Such a serious reaction to a joke... We had a funny ASOIAF omake, so why not KanColl one? And I don't really care for shipping, but seriously, Yang would have made a lot of scenes funnier imho, plus she's with a partly flame-type Semblance and with desire for adventures. So I wasn't asking to add her or replace Meds or something, but merely mentioning my opinion of her being a great match. But whatever. It just seems I have an ability to get under your skin without meaning to. It happens )
But not getting Super Saiyang pun? I'm sad. It's even in her theme song - "I burn". I hope at least 'hair-trigger' one got through
P.S.: Now I'm afraid suggesting a visit to 'This Bites!' One Piece SI fic ( Messing with Soundbite should be funny... Or Soundbite messing with Poe. Not sure who wins this.
P.P.S.: oh, and worry about someone's age in this fic is strange. We've got both AU and time-travel! Just select a world where everyone is 25 years old for example. I just want to see Poe's reaction.
But not getting Super Saiyang pun? I'm sad. It's even in her theme song - "I burn". I hope at least 'hair-trigger' one got through
P.S.: Now I'm afraid suggesting a visit to 'This Bites!' One Piece SI fic ( Messing with Soundbite should be funny... Or Soundbite messing with Poe. Not sure who wins this.
P.P.S.: oh, and worry about someone's age in this fic is strange. We've got both AU and time-travel! Just select a world where everyone is 25 years old for example. I just want to see Poe's reaction.
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- Location
- The Z-Cave
Such a serious reaction to a joke... We had a funny ASOIAF omake, so why not KanColl one? And I don't really care for shipping, but seriously, Yang would have made a lot of scenes funnier imho, plus she's with a partly flame-type Semblance and with desire for adventures. So I wasn't asking to add her or replace Meds or something, but merely mentioning my opinion of her being a great match. But whatever. It just seems I have an ability to get under your skin without meaning to. It happens )
But not getting Super Saiyang pun? I'm sad. It's even in her theme song - "I burn". I hope at least 'hair-trigger' one got through
P.S.: Now I'm afraid suggesting a visit to 'This Bites!' One Piece SI fic ( Messing with Soundbite should be funny... Or Soundbite messing with Poe. Not sure who wins this.
P.P.S.: oh, and worry about someone's age in this fic is strange. We've got both AU and time-travel! Just select a world where everyone is 25 years old for example. I just want to see Poe's reaction.
Look, Grabbler, you seem new so I'll try to be polite, but you are being extremely tasteless and rude.
First, you are telling Ars what to write. That goes against the basic decency of author and poster, you can speculate and point out problems with characters and plotlines, I've done it in the past, but you never tell a writer to add something into the story because you want it especially since you only seem to want Yang in the story to live out a fantasy through Poe which is very bad and goes against the intent of Poe's character.
Everything you've written here is telling Ars to change all the rules of his worldbuilding so you can have a power fantasy of your liking while breaking all the rules that makes the story work. Not only are you forcing your fantasies onto an authors hard work you want him to ruin his own story to do it all for you.
I don't know where you came from and you're new to Sufficient Velocity but you need to learn the standards of how people treat one another here.
- Location
- Greece
Such a serious reaction to a joke... We had a funny ASOIAF omake, so why not KanColl one? And I don't really care for shipping, but seriously, Yang would have made a lot of scenes funnier imho, plus she's with a partly flame-type Semblance and with desire for adventures. So I wasn't asking to add her or replace Meds or something, but merely mentioning my opinion of her being a great match. But whatever. It just seems I have an ability to get under your skin without meaning to. It happens )
But not getting Super Saiyang pun? I'm sad. It's even in her theme song - "I burn". I hope at least 'hair-trigger' one got through
P.S.: Now I'm afraid suggesting a visit to 'This Bites!' One Piece SI fic ( Messing with Soundbite should be funny... Or Soundbite messing with Poe. Not sure who wins this.
P.P.S.: oh, and worry about someone's age in this fic is strange. We've got both AU and time-travel! Just select a world where everyone is 25 years old for example. I just want to see Poe's reaction.
First, thank you for praising my omake, it feels nice being appreciated every now and then. Second, Ars got upset because you focused more on the lewd aspect of shipgirls, instead of the humorous misadventures. Like for example, in the ASOIAF omake, I focused more on Poe accidentally things like he usually does, with the harem being a side-effect caused by all that. Also, all the characters there were of age (Daenerys was the movie one) and their actions were somewhat IC for them to do, even went the whole "It was all a dream!" sequence to enhance the funny. Now a Kancolle omake could be funny, but instead of lewd underage harem (which will bring the wrath of the Mods upon us all!), try going with the adventures of Interdimensional Flaming Skeleton Man in a world like that, being social awkward when he makes a request ("No, I meant to ride you as a ship so I can use my mystical hell powers to turn you into a flaming skull cruiser that belches hellfire upon it's foes, what else would I be talking about?"), maybe something that will make the people of this thread and Ars crack a smile.
Thirdly, Ars has stated before that he will not make a RWBY world visit due to it's unfinished status, (he will make a Schnee SI, when it's completed though), but he will accept any non-canon omakes about Poe there. Now Yang and Poe due have some similar characteristics, that's true, but I get a sibling vibe out of them, instead of a lover's one. Hell, I made an omake about Yang and Poe bonding over their love of puns and Ars was 100% ok with this. So my advice is this: If you write an omake on this thread, make it funny instead of lewd, it will get you liked instead of banned by mods.
Lastly, a crossover with This Bites and One Foot is a good match, but Poe seems to be busy IRL to make anything out of it, so we will wait until he makes a decision himself. And if your idea was in an AU world where everyone was of age, then mention it in the first place, else everyone will get the wrong idea.
That's all I had to say.
Madou Sutegobana
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- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
Such a serious reaction to a joke... We had a funny ASOIAF omake, so why not KanColl one? And I don't really care for shipping, but seriously, Yang would have made a lot of scenes funnier imho, plus she's with a partly flame-type Semblance and with desire for adventures. So I wasn't asking to add her or replace Meds or something, but merely mentioning my opinion of her being a great match. But whatever. It just seems I have an ability to get under your skin without meaning to. It happens )
But not getting Super Saiyang pun? I'm sad. It's even in her theme song - "I burn". I hope at least 'hair-trigger' one got through
P.S.: Now I'm afraid suggesting a visit to 'This Bites!' One Piece SI fic ( Messing with Soundbite should be funny... Or Soundbite messing with Poe. Not sure who wins this.
P.P.S.: oh, and worry about someone's age in this fic is strange. We've got both AU and time-travel! Just select a world where everyone is 25 years old for example. I just want to see Poe's reaction.
Even changing the age of the characters, it's so out of character for Poe to build a harem that you should really just write your own self-insert into Kan-Colle instead. Heck you can give yourself All the powers you think would make things more interesting.
If writing is not your best skill, don't worry about it! You don't have to post things you write for others to see and if you write enough you will get better at it.
Well, I take quite an offence at your reply. You don't read what I've written and twist it into what you want it to be. Twice. I've been on RRL, FF net, Fiction Press, Stories online and a few other sites for years. Hundreds of reviews and comments and it's first time someone accused me of enforcing my opinion and/or desires on any author. I NEVER tell authors what to do or how to write. I have always mentioned it when I criticized any work in a way that could be taken as such. Which isn't the case here at all. Otherwise at most I give my opinion and/or suggestion on what COULD be nice in MY OPINION. In hope to that MAYBE it will give them a useful idea.
And here there wasn't even any negative reactions from me. If something like "I think it would have been nice to see smth" is seen by you as forcing author or anybody at all to do anything at all... Then I seriously hope you're not an example of "how people treat one another here".
Well, not like I'm demanding anything or not like anyone else could decide it. Plus fanfiction is a slow thing, waiting years here is perfectly normal
I'm quite shocked at the aggressive reaction of people through. I don't remember a single NOT AU world in this story. If people want to make sick assumptions then I can't do anything. Before Poe started to use sheaths as an emergency ride, I wanted to suggest a scene with him borrowing a toy car or a tricycle from some kids (similar to classic ones - such as Vash borrowing a toy pistol to deal with bandits in Trigun), but now I'm afraid it would be seen as "forcing Ars to write a child-robbing scene" or something worse. My imagination is limited in such avenues.
So I'll do everyone a favor and get the hell out of here. Please have a nice day, everyone.
Oh, and great story, Ars. Plus you have quite the dedication to post regularly for years. Please keep up the good work and keep spreading poellution
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Chapter 305
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
This can only end well for everyone involved.
-x-
Notè, France – it was known for very little, used as an on-again, off-again site for old pharmaceutical companies, it had been repurposed to produce mustard gas as the war dragged on. After being bombed by the Germans, it was reclaimed by Allied forces and then abandoned when there was no more reason to stay.
Its relatively common name and low population were just two of the many reasons for me to fly over and take a look. The envelope I held was heavy, weighed down by its contents. It was a letter with a series of numbers and symbols that'd been gnarled and jumbled up into some kind of code.
Focusing too long on it made me go cross-eyed, and I could've sworn I smelled something. Like cooked pork, or like lightning just struck. It was a dirty, musky, ozone kind of smell that made me think of St. Elmo's fire. At the bottom of it was another symbol, three arrows pointing inwards from a circle.
It felt important to me. But outside of that memory, outside of what I was seeing through George's eyes, I gave a dry swallow and tried to commit as much of it to memory as possible. "Don't bother," Road said to me. "I've already read it, and it'll make sense soon enough."
"This is from the SCP Foundation." I remarked, George's lips refusing to move as he sat silently in the cockpit of his plane. "So they tasked him to make a delivery–"
"And nosy George, silly George, he took a peek when he shouldn't have." Road giggled as the weight of something carved from stone fell on my exposed thigh. An arrowhead of a very specific design lay there for only a moment. It was sharp, I could tell from how it reflected any amount of light that touched its edge.
Carefully, I slipped it back into the envelope and refolded the letter. Notè was a few minutes away, and I didn't want to take any risks. It was getting darker – flying for an hour, I'd been able to watch the sun set. Now I could see lengthening shadows cast by trees, taller than giants on their sides, and they looked to all be reaching for the same spot.
There, right in the center, I saw the lanterns and lights that flickered around a road turned into a runway. I leveled the plane out, feeling the wind shake the wings as it rattled and jerked.
I was taken aback by the first bump. Then the second struck, and I was ready for a shaky landing. By the third, the plane was already smoothing out. Rubber squealed against stone as my plane came to a rough stop, though the propeller continued to spin as I clicked off my helmet and started climbing out.
Wind blew as the sun set the rest of the way, and Notè was dark. Not a single building had its lights on. Not a single person was visible. I knew not to check my radio – these kinds of operations demanded some level of silence on the ground, but since nobody answered when I called in earlier… it didn't matter.
Letter in hand, I readied my gun and slid in a full stripper clip. It clicked; I flicked the safety with my gloved thumb and started walking.
The sound of flapping wings like thunder made me spin on my heel to watch dancing shadows fly over my plane and off into the sky. Crows, cawing loudly, left feathers behind as they soared. But others stood perched upon the rooftops, some with their claws wrapped around wires that stretched between the houses and towards the center of the town.
Wind blew through, cold enough I could see my breath as I sighed and walked towards the factory in the middle of Notè. The birds were watching me. And Road's face carved itself into every wall, her image warping the bricks and planks so she could walk with me and laugh.
She looked rotten.
George covered his mouth and nose, the smell of raw sewage and rotting flesh overwhelming his senses. He coughed and hacked, wrapping his mouth tighter with his uniform's scarf. A warm, steaming haze leaked from the gaps in the door to the factory, and it only took a gentle push to look inside.
Nothing, save for a crate of pills that had tumbled onto its side and spilled its contents. The symbol of some kind of sun emblazoned on its side was a bright enough shade of red and yellow that it practically glowed.
A click, the sound of scratches and pops as a phonograph operated. There, down a distant hallway, I could see the shadow of a man gesticulating as though he were a composer. But there was no orchestra to be heard, only a single piano. "Well?" He crowed, "Come along now, mister pilot. I've not got all night, and it would hardly do for our meal to get so cold."
My hand tightened around the handle of my gun as something wet touched my boot. I looked down and followed the trail of blood as far as my eyes would let me. Deep, deep into the dark, I could barely see the whitened eyes of a man hollowed out below the throat. His mouth was opening and closing.
Kill me, he whispered.
Soon, I resolved. But first, I would see this composer in the black. First, I would draw my pistol and fill him with more holes than a bad novel in a hailstorm. First, I would watch as George made the worst mistake of his limited life and hopelessly scream at him to stop.
Then the madness could begin.
-x-
A set of cards were held in front of me by a small hand as I read their numbers one by one. I tilted my head to Cana, "Take the one furthest to the left, toss that in, and ask for a card."
The other guildmembers in my room looked at me with various degrees of amusement. Our dealer just sighed, "You don't need to tell her to ask for a card, Poe. It's how the game is played."
"Sure I do," I replied. I'd have shrugged, but being able to move my neck a little didn't mean the rest of me was ready to go. "We're a team. On that note," I gestured to our growing pile of chips, "Put in two of the red ones. We're upping our bet."
"Yessir, Mister Poe!" Cana sounded positively chipper as she followed my instructions, "And that'll be one card, please!"
"Alright, alright…"
This was how my time was spent – card games, telling tall tales, and otherwise just trying to socialize from one spot. Meds had an easier time of it all. The moment she was sure I could take care of myself, or that the guild members could be trusted, she started testing her range as she wandered around the building.
Here and there, I'd get little flashes in the back of my head. I'd know where the bathroom was, or where the kitchen was. Little details of the building's rooms came to me one piece at a time as Meds found her way around. If I concentrated hard enough, I bet I could've seen or heard a little more than just the subconscious stuff.
But that would be intruding, and I wasn't sure it was two-way yet. I'd ask Meds about it the next time she came in. Maybe she'd bring hot chocolate this time?
The days were passing slower and slower to me, dragging along as I healed bit by bit. Today, in addition to my neck, I got some of the feeling back in my toes. Maybe that was a sign I'd be able to walk again very soon. Or, alternatively, it was a sign that being under the covers and immobile for this long as driving me up the wall.
Both seemed plausible.
"Eh?" I heard the reaction before I even saw the cards get put down. "The hell – that's the third full house in a row!" Cries of disbelief increased in volume as they started shouting between each other. They'd have accused me of cheating, but that was kind of impossible.
On the other hand, Cana was being very careful with the extra deck of cards she had in her side pocket.
I liked her. She was subtle. At, what, six years old? Yeah, if this was what she was like at around six years old, then it was hardly a wonder that she'd grow into being one of the more reasonable members of the guild.
Actually, that was being unfair, wasn't it? So far, it seemed the biggest change in this world compared to what I knew of canon was just how personable these people were. What little I knew of them suggested a boisterous, loud, and at times violent group of half-cocked, madcap magicians.
Instead… here they sat in relative peace. Though they bickered, they didn't come to blows.
Dare I tempt fate by suggesting that they were being courteous to me?
…Fuck it. Yeah. They were actually pretty goddamn polite.
As the card games came and went and as the guild members entered and exited, the door hung open freely as Meds dropped in. She was glowing, brimming with happiness and visible excitement as she sat herself down across from me. She tapped her bare feet in barely-contained excitement.
"Well?" she asked with a wry expression, "Aren't you going to ask me how my day was?"
I raised an eyebrow at her. "You wouldn't be this happy if you had a shitty day, Meds. Did you find something interesting?"
She shuddered, her face becoming flush. "Oh, Ars, you have no idea~" I watched her swoon, "I asked Makarov about how magic operates around here. Do you know what he told me?" I opened my mouth to answer her, but words were already rushing out of her mouth. "Most magic, he said, has been categorized, but the process hasn't been streamlined!"
"…Interesting…?"
Meds shook her head, a small smile on her face. "It's a little much to grasp, I know, but this is incredibly important! Ars, the magic of this world is based on the soul, powered by emotion, and guided by mental intent. That means, as a mental and spiritual art, it has more in common with what we've already seen!"
"Oh, you mean like what Iratus was doing? Sorceries, Miracles, Quincy abilities?"
"Yes and no. Those abilities were designed to strike first at the soul and then at the physical world. The magic here isn't designed to target souls – not truly. It's meant to affect the physical world first and foremost! In short, it has more in common with alchemy but operates completely differently…!" She took a deep breath.
"But this is all speculation, Meds." I pointed out, "Until we actually see mages in action, we won't know any of this stuff for certain."
"Well said, Ars. And that brings me to my next point… how am I outside of you?" She gestured to herself, "I can physically interact with the world, even though I was previously a spiritual construct in a mental world. Am I operating by the rules of this world by being here, or are there pre-existing qualities that allow me to exist here and now?"
"Six of one, half dozen of the other… given the fact that you only manifested after my fight with Terumi, he probably did something. Or, maybe I unlocked a power I didn't have before. This wouldn't be the first time it's happened."
"There's more to this than that, I know it. I do. I just," she paused and fell into silence as she thought. "…Perhaps there is a way to understand what is happening here. You can't really go anywhere right now, but I can. So far, I haven't felt any strain from moving about the premises… I would like to test how far I can go away from you before needing to come back. And, if possible, I'd like to have some form of long range communication with you."
"And I can guess why. But what if you end up in a fight? We don't know how you're outside the House of the Rising Sun, and I can't really do anything at the moment – if you're hurt–"
Meds' expression became flat. "Ars, I've lived centuries avoiding Death itself. I've laughed in the faces of nightmares and brought low the powers of gods. Your list of feats may be impressive, but don't assume I can't take care of myself without you around."
I blushed. "W-what?!" I sputtered, "I-I didn't mean to imply – I mean, you're a badass, really, and I… uh… um…"
She burst out laughing.
"…You're terrible," I pouted.
"I know. Now, are you ready for some experimentation?"
"…Uh…"
"That's a yes."
-x-
One Foot on the Platform
OR: One foot on the Train
End-305
-x-
Notè, France – it was known for very little, used as an on-again, off-again site for old pharmaceutical companies, it had been repurposed to produce mustard gas as the war dragged on. After being bombed by the Germans, it was reclaimed by Allied forces and then abandoned when there was no more reason to stay.
Its relatively common name and low population were just two of the many reasons for me to fly over and take a look. The envelope I held was heavy, weighed down by its contents. It was a letter with a series of numbers and symbols that'd been gnarled and jumbled up into some kind of code.
Focusing too long on it made me go cross-eyed, and I could've sworn I smelled something. Like cooked pork, or like lightning just struck. It was a dirty, musky, ozone kind of smell that made me think of St. Elmo's fire. At the bottom of it was another symbol, three arrows pointing inwards from a circle.
It felt important to me. But outside of that memory, outside of what I was seeing through George's eyes, I gave a dry swallow and tried to commit as much of it to memory as possible. "Don't bother," Road said to me. "I've already read it, and it'll make sense soon enough."
"This is from the SCP Foundation." I remarked, George's lips refusing to move as he sat silently in the cockpit of his plane. "So they tasked him to make a delivery–"
"And nosy George, silly George, he took a peek when he shouldn't have." Road giggled as the weight of something carved from stone fell on my exposed thigh. An arrowhead of a very specific design lay there for only a moment. It was sharp, I could tell from how it reflected any amount of light that touched its edge.
Carefully, I slipped it back into the envelope and refolded the letter. Notè was a few minutes away, and I didn't want to take any risks. It was getting darker – flying for an hour, I'd been able to watch the sun set. Now I could see lengthening shadows cast by trees, taller than giants on their sides, and they looked to all be reaching for the same spot.
There, right in the center, I saw the lanterns and lights that flickered around a road turned into a runway. I leveled the plane out, feeling the wind shake the wings as it rattled and jerked.
I was taken aback by the first bump. Then the second struck, and I was ready for a shaky landing. By the third, the plane was already smoothing out. Rubber squealed against stone as my plane came to a rough stop, though the propeller continued to spin as I clicked off my helmet and started climbing out.
Wind blew as the sun set the rest of the way, and Notè was dark. Not a single building had its lights on. Not a single person was visible. I knew not to check my radio – these kinds of operations demanded some level of silence on the ground, but since nobody answered when I called in earlier… it didn't matter.
Letter in hand, I readied my gun and slid in a full stripper clip. It clicked; I flicked the safety with my gloved thumb and started walking.
The sound of flapping wings like thunder made me spin on my heel to watch dancing shadows fly over my plane and off into the sky. Crows, cawing loudly, left feathers behind as they soared. But others stood perched upon the rooftops, some with their claws wrapped around wires that stretched between the houses and towards the center of the town.
Wind blew through, cold enough I could see my breath as I sighed and walked towards the factory in the middle of Notè. The birds were watching me. And Road's face carved itself into every wall, her image warping the bricks and planks so she could walk with me and laugh.
She looked rotten.
George covered his mouth and nose, the smell of raw sewage and rotting flesh overwhelming his senses. He coughed and hacked, wrapping his mouth tighter with his uniform's scarf. A warm, steaming haze leaked from the gaps in the door to the factory, and it only took a gentle push to look inside.
Nothing, save for a crate of pills that had tumbled onto its side and spilled its contents. The symbol of some kind of sun emblazoned on its side was a bright enough shade of red and yellow that it practically glowed.
A click, the sound of scratches and pops as a phonograph operated. There, down a distant hallway, I could see the shadow of a man gesticulating as though he were a composer. But there was no orchestra to be heard, only a single piano. "Well?" He crowed, "Come along now, mister pilot. I've not got all night, and it would hardly do for our meal to get so cold."
My hand tightened around the handle of my gun as something wet touched my boot. I looked down and followed the trail of blood as far as my eyes would let me. Deep, deep into the dark, I could barely see the whitened eyes of a man hollowed out below the throat. His mouth was opening and closing.
Kill me, he whispered.
Soon, I resolved. But first, I would see this composer in the black. First, I would draw my pistol and fill him with more holes than a bad novel in a hailstorm. First, I would watch as George made the worst mistake of his limited life and hopelessly scream at him to stop.
Then the madness could begin.
-x-
A set of cards were held in front of me by a small hand as I read their numbers one by one. I tilted my head to Cana, "Take the one furthest to the left, toss that in, and ask for a card."
The other guildmembers in my room looked at me with various degrees of amusement. Our dealer just sighed, "You don't need to tell her to ask for a card, Poe. It's how the game is played."
"Sure I do," I replied. I'd have shrugged, but being able to move my neck a little didn't mean the rest of me was ready to go. "We're a team. On that note," I gestured to our growing pile of chips, "Put in two of the red ones. We're upping our bet."
"Yessir, Mister Poe!" Cana sounded positively chipper as she followed my instructions, "And that'll be one card, please!"
"Alright, alright…"
This was how my time was spent – card games, telling tall tales, and otherwise just trying to socialize from one spot. Meds had an easier time of it all. The moment she was sure I could take care of myself, or that the guild members could be trusted, she started testing her range as she wandered around the building.
Here and there, I'd get little flashes in the back of my head. I'd know where the bathroom was, or where the kitchen was. Little details of the building's rooms came to me one piece at a time as Meds found her way around. If I concentrated hard enough, I bet I could've seen or heard a little more than just the subconscious stuff.
But that would be intruding, and I wasn't sure it was two-way yet. I'd ask Meds about it the next time she came in. Maybe she'd bring hot chocolate this time?
The days were passing slower and slower to me, dragging along as I healed bit by bit. Today, in addition to my neck, I got some of the feeling back in my toes. Maybe that was a sign I'd be able to walk again very soon. Or, alternatively, it was a sign that being under the covers and immobile for this long as driving me up the wall.
Both seemed plausible.
"Eh?" I heard the reaction before I even saw the cards get put down. "The hell – that's the third full house in a row!" Cries of disbelief increased in volume as they started shouting between each other. They'd have accused me of cheating, but that was kind of impossible.
On the other hand, Cana was being very careful with the extra deck of cards she had in her side pocket.
I liked her. She was subtle. At, what, six years old? Yeah, if this was what she was like at around six years old, then it was hardly a wonder that she'd grow into being one of the more reasonable members of the guild.
Actually, that was being unfair, wasn't it? So far, it seemed the biggest change in this world compared to what I knew of canon was just how personable these people were. What little I knew of them suggested a boisterous, loud, and at times violent group of half-cocked, madcap magicians.
Instead… here they sat in relative peace. Though they bickered, they didn't come to blows.
Dare I tempt fate by suggesting that they were being courteous to me?
…Fuck it. Yeah. They were actually pretty goddamn polite.
As the card games came and went and as the guild members entered and exited, the door hung open freely as Meds dropped in. She was glowing, brimming with happiness and visible excitement as she sat herself down across from me. She tapped her bare feet in barely-contained excitement.
"Well?" she asked with a wry expression, "Aren't you going to ask me how my day was?"
I raised an eyebrow at her. "You wouldn't be this happy if you had a shitty day, Meds. Did you find something interesting?"
She shuddered, her face becoming flush. "Oh, Ars, you have no idea~" I watched her swoon, "I asked Makarov about how magic operates around here. Do you know what he told me?" I opened my mouth to answer her, but words were already rushing out of her mouth. "Most magic, he said, has been categorized, but the process hasn't been streamlined!"
"…Interesting…?"
Meds shook her head, a small smile on her face. "It's a little much to grasp, I know, but this is incredibly important! Ars, the magic of this world is based on the soul, powered by emotion, and guided by mental intent. That means, as a mental and spiritual art, it has more in common with what we've already seen!"
"Oh, you mean like what Iratus was doing? Sorceries, Miracles, Quincy abilities?"
"Yes and no. Those abilities were designed to strike first at the soul and then at the physical world. The magic here isn't designed to target souls – not truly. It's meant to affect the physical world first and foremost! In short, it has more in common with alchemy but operates completely differently…!" She took a deep breath.
"But this is all speculation, Meds." I pointed out, "Until we actually see mages in action, we won't know any of this stuff for certain."
"Well said, Ars. And that brings me to my next point… how am I outside of you?" She gestured to herself, "I can physically interact with the world, even though I was previously a spiritual construct in a mental world. Am I operating by the rules of this world by being here, or are there pre-existing qualities that allow me to exist here and now?"
"Six of one, half dozen of the other… given the fact that you only manifested after my fight with Terumi, he probably did something. Or, maybe I unlocked a power I didn't have before. This wouldn't be the first time it's happened."
"There's more to this than that, I know it. I do. I just," she paused and fell into silence as she thought. "…Perhaps there is a way to understand what is happening here. You can't really go anywhere right now, but I can. So far, I haven't felt any strain from moving about the premises… I would like to test how far I can go away from you before needing to come back. And, if possible, I'd like to have some form of long range communication with you."
"And I can guess why. But what if you end up in a fight? We don't know how you're outside the House of the Rising Sun, and I can't really do anything at the moment – if you're hurt–"
Meds' expression became flat. "Ars, I've lived centuries avoiding Death itself. I've laughed in the faces of nightmares and brought low the powers of gods. Your list of feats may be impressive, but don't assume I can't take care of myself without you around."
I blushed. "W-what?!" I sputtered, "I-I didn't mean to imply – I mean, you're a badass, really, and I… uh… um…"
She burst out laughing.
"…You're terrible," I pouted.
"I know. Now, are you ready for some experimentation?"
"…Uh…"
"That's a yes."
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One Foot on the Platform
OR: One foot on the Train
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will408914
(slouching towards bethlehem)
- Location
- California
I'm so, so sorry.
- Location
- The Z-Cave
So how'd the Foundation get to what I suspect is the D.Grey Man world?
Is that Meah Walker?...Did he posses Allen?
It's amazing by having Fairy tail act like human beings makes them not utterly hateable. I wonder if that will end id Ezra shows up?
Archmage Medusa. Ho be the heroine!
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
- Location
- Australia
BRILLIANT as usual
well worth the wait
...are there Condoms in Earthland?
because, if she has a body now.....
well...
well worth the wait
.....hopefully they lock the doors first...
...are there Condoms in Earthland?
because, if she has a body now.....
well...
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
You're assuming Poe is still traveling mostly through spaces and less through times.
It's become the opposite as the worlds have merged.
- Location
- The Z-Cave
Okay, I've been confused about that. Originally there were fifteen worlds but thanks to Poe and James' other agents these worlds have begun to merge together and as a side effect each 'old world' has become a time period in the 'new world' through the fusion, so Jojo Grey Man is now Fiore's equivalent to the nineteenth century or something?
...Oh, God. Don't become Kingdom Hearts.
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
It's impossible for this to become Kingdom Hearts, because I never had the patience to play it.
- Location
- Hunting in the Void
Glad to see you back and okay Ars. Great chapter too. Always great to see good old character interactions. And a great way for explaining how things are working, coming from the mind of Medusa. Believable as usual.
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- .
A shame, because I would love to see Poe reject the bullshit of Kingdom Hearts on principle alone.
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Mirror Exit
Eternal Secondary
- Location
- NY
So it's probably not Medusa just operating by Fairy Tail rules, because at this point, the rules of each 'world' are more or less the same, right?
Hye
Reader of The Long Words
- Location
- In the middle of a story
Let's hope not. That doesn't make an interesting story
Damn, i really can't remember which universe we were in
Aah, Mustard gas. A noble cause. As everyone knows Mustard goes well with Hotdogs
Damn, I can almost remember which story we're in. Almost. I know magic was involved
Hellsing...? No... That doesn't really feel right...
But then again...
Oh right. Fairy Tail
Heh, i had completely forgotten that Yes please, Ars. More of this. I like it. Bring me moar!
Man, I loved this chapter, though the first half was a bit confusing. I'm not sure if I just didn't pay enough attention to it, to fully grasp what i was reading, so I'll re-read it in a bit.
Edit: Aah, it makes a lot more sense now.
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Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
Fellow readers, Ars needs your aid. And us beta too, as it's a tad too big for us to take on ourselves. He wants to know if he's left any plot points unsolved thus far, to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything, so can anyone name a few? To be clear, he's after a complete list of every plot thread he's yet to resolve.
All I can think of is what the 'package' Poe's delivering is, alongside the details regarding Poe's world shifting.
All I can think of is what the 'package' Poe's delivering is, alongside the details regarding Poe's world shifting.
Mirror Exit
Eternal Secondary
- Location
- NY
He's supposed to hit up the past of BlazBlue eventually, right? Don't know if that's what you're looking for but that's what I have on short notice.
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
Ars has kinda left unresolved plots on almost every world he's been to so far, excepting Full Metal Alchemist and the one that got destroyed, due to leaving in the middle of the stories and sometimes with plot relevant items in his possession.
Easier to list the plots he has resolved. Father stopped on FMA and his rival destroyed on the world after the one that was destroyed.
Easier to list the plots he has resolved. Father stopped on FMA and his rival destroyed on the world after the one that was destroyed.