What the actual flying fuck am I doing, writing this?
I really shouldn't start more than two...
I really shouldn't start more than two...
Song of an Exhausted World [Worm/NieR/Drakengard]
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Chapter 01 - 1: Homecoming
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What the actual flying fuck am I doing, writing this?
I really shouldn't start more than two projects in a row...
Years ago, a dragon and a giant fell onto the ruins of Tokyo in Earth-Bet. Now, a heroine runs through the ashes of their destruction, the giant's disease, looking for meaning to her life...and will find it in the form of a flower.
WARNING: Massive Spoilers for Drakengard/NieR & Worm!
SB Mirror: Song of an Exhausted World [Worm/NieR/Drakengard]
==|Chapter 01 - 1: Homecoming|==
I recall…
A red dragon swooping through the skies of a ruined city, singing against a ashen-white giant…
Legions of animated salt statues, marching through continents, burning all in their way…
Masked men and women running amok, pouring out from the broken birdcage…
Crusaders, wading through seas of salt, tomes flying behind them, symbols surrounding them...
A chorus of broken voices fills the air, singing the tale of this exhausted world…
Winter 2031, Brockton Bay Ruins Combat Theatre
Under a grey sky, the former metropolis of Brockton Bay stood, its streets clogged with blinding-white salt, as a cockroach skittered across one of its roads, feelers tasting the air.
Only a few lights flickered in the dead city - its civilian population, already devastated from an economic crisis decades ago, had faded away almost instantaneously when the Legion arrived seven years ago.
Nothing sapient remained alive in this section of the city - once a housing area for the dockworkers of the place - save for a woman trudging through the mess, clad in a skin-tight protective suit with armor covered over the more vulnerable areas, and a modified gas mask over her face. A patch was stuck on her upper arm - a yellow piper, wielding a sword as he blew his instrument, over a white background. The woman took a breath, and a cloud of mist shot out of one of the mask's inlets.
"Hold on...am I heading the right way?" Suddenly stopping, she began to recount her steps, looking about the ruins, as if trying to remember a set of directions.
"Jeez, it looks so different…" As she complained, a hardcover book with a plain mask and white flowery patterns all over its cover popped into existence.
A sniffing, smug voice came from the book, even as the young woman continued to ponder. "What do you think? The period of time between you actually being in this city and coming back to cleanse it is an extremely long time, Ms. Hebert. Not to mention the foul creatures that have come to call it home now and burnt it into ashes in the progress, obviously it would be -."
A gloved hand flew into the book's 'face', knocking it back a meter before it slowed itself to a stop. "Quiet, Weiss. Let me think."
"What did I say? Kindly have the respect to say my name properly, it's Grimoire Weiss -"
"What did I just say, Weiss? Shut up and let me think!"
Taking the hint, the book stopped talking. Meanwhile the woman continued to focus her efforts elsewhere, placing a hand to her chin of her mask , a nervous look hiding under its protection. Suddenly, a nearby bunch of cockroaches stopped feasting on some scattered rotten remains, before running down the streets in an oddly synchronised pattern.
Both human and floating grimoire remained silent. Suddenly, the woman turned down one of the streets and began to sprint, and the tome followed suit.
"'I can still remember this place, no need for a map' she says as she sprints down the roads like a lost animal, using unsightly creatures to show her the way," the book continued to complain as the both of them rounded several corners. "When we could have this entire district plotted out with my powers in half the time we wasted ear- watch out, Legionnaires!"
Sensing, the book warned his partner in a harsh whisper, and the woman dived into an alleyway with a flourish, shielding herself. Sneaking a peek, she watched as a group of white humanoid creatures with dull red eyes stumbled out of a corner, while guttural moans and growls came out from what remained of their mouths. Meanwhile, their hands held the rusted, broken remains of various weapons, such as guns, spears and the odd piece of kitchen equipment.
"Quite clearly, this unauthorized operation is becoming less and less of a good idea the more we continue. A suggestion - perhaps we should head back." The book spoke in a deadpan tone as he made his grievances known.
"Not now, Weiss. Help me out here!" Hissing, the woman closed her eyes, concentrating. "Prepare a bunch of Lances for my bugs, could you?" At her feet, a few insects crowded around her, before suddenly leaping directly upwards and flying into the sky
The book opened, and its pages began to flip out of its own volition, red coloured runes appearing all around it. "Alright-"
At his confirmation, the woman suddenly rushed out to face the Legion, eliciting a weary sigh from the floating book. "As expected, the usual recklessness…"
As the woman stood facing the monsters, she waited for them to move, both fists clenched. It took them seconds to notice the new entrant, but when they did, they reacted with frightening speed, in contrast to what their shambling gait suggested. Accompanied by an unholy chorus of roars and animalistic screeches, the gun-wielding Legionnaires swung their weapons up, firing with precision far exceeding those of trained soldiers, while the rest rushed towards the soldier, readying their cruel weapons to cut down their target.
The woman swung her arm up and thrust it forward with practised ease, and a glowing red rune appeared right in front of her palm. A red translucent wall erupted around her hand, and bullets bounced off it harmlessly, while the charging monsters slowed to a halt, just avoiding the barrier.
The woman yelled, "Weiss!"
The white book reappeared at her shoulder, its pages flipping one after another. The insects that were hovering over the battlefield encircled the Legion unit, runes popping in and out of existence around them. Suddenly, a ring of twelve spinning red spears appeared around each them, an ominous whirring sound coming from each of them.
With a whoosh, each bug fired its spears one by one. The spears stabbed into the Legionnaires below, knocking and impaling them onto the ground. As each Legionnaire fell, they struggled briefly, before the accursed force holding them together failed, and they dissolved into salt, their remains disappearing into the winds.
However, two other Legionnaires dodged the spears meant for them with cat-like dexterity, and they charged straight at the duo, an inhumane moan coming from their orifices. In response, the woman grabbed at the air behind her, smoke surrounding her hand. A tear in reality formed, and through it, a gleaming sword with a white blade came out, singing as its blade was unsheathed.
In a single moment, the soldier swiped at empty air, her entire body twisting to the side with the motion. The blade sang as it cut through the winter cold, and a line of geysers burst from the ground, shooting vapors of deadly ice. The two charging monsters barely moved before they were consumed by one, and burst into salt as the geyser caught them.
With another wave of the sword, the geysers disappeared, leaving no blemish in the road they erupted from. As clouds of salt floated away, the woman and the book took a moment to observe the blade, marveling at the act of magic it had displayed.
"Huh, it works as advertised." The woman said, her hands slightly shaking with adrenaline.
"And its magic seems to be of a rawer and more powerful form than the ones we use…" The grimoire observed. "Regardless, let's keep moving, if we are to prevent you from getting chewed out by your uncompromising superior…"
Ignoring Weiss's little reprimand, the woman continued to look at the strange weapon. According to her superior, this was one of the weapons that the Dragon and her rider had brought along from that 'other world', but why the higher-ups had chosen to pass ownership to an already experienced Hybrid (especially her in particular) was a mystery…
And why the need for a name like 'Faith'? It left her slightly puzzled.
A loud cough came from the hovering book, reminding the woman of their current objective. Taking the hint, she stowed the blade away, and it disappeared with a wisp of smoke, as she trudged away down the street.
A click, and a long untouched door creaked open, its rusted joints groaning as they were moved for the first time in years. As clouds of salt and snow flew through the door and past her ankles, the long lost daughter strode through the hall, boots scrunching on salt-coated floors, seeing her home after a long departure.
Meanwhile, her partner flew in after her, and with the flash of a rune, the door swung and closed itself. It spun about a few times, swerving from side to side as it observed every detail of the long abandoned house. Turning around to observe the woman, the book caught her placing a hand near her mask.
"I hope you are not that reckless, Miss." The woman's hand froze, and beyond the protective glass of the visor, the tome caught an apologetic look in her eyes.
Sighing, he dropped a few centimeters in his hover, before continuing, "At least let me do the purification ritual first."
The book flashed once, and a few rings full of runes surrounded him. Plopping himself on one of the tables in the hall, he opened himself, and his pages began to flip quickly. As the circles began to spin, a black orb appeared above the book, and the salt around it began to rise. Attracted to the floating void, the salt flowed like water in a river, gracefully pouring into the darkness and disappearing from existence. As the woman watched, salt flowed from all corners of the house, flowing down the stairs, rising from every nook and cranny of the place.
Gradually, the flow of salt dissipated, and when it ended, the book's pages stopped flipping, and the black void disappeared.
Seeing her partner complete his job, the woman grabbed her mask. The light from its silts disappeared, and with a mechanical whirr, detached itself from her face.
Placing her mask on the table, Taylor Hebert took a deep breath in the cold winter air, looking at her old home through her naked eyes. As she looked at every picture hanging on the walls and every piece of furniture scattered around the place, memories slowly came flooding back, reminding her of better, happier days. Stepping over to a drawer, she slowly drew it open, and began rummaging through its contents.
"Really, how long are you going to stare at your family's trinkets?" Weiss chided her again, disapproval heavy in his voice. "Even if you could hold off armies, fighting off a Legion while trying to hold your father's ashes would be a pain."
"...I just need a moment to...to take in this place for...for once last time. After all, the next offensive is going to happen in this area…" Taylor spoke, not in much of a mood to argue as she continued looking through the room.
"I question what sentimental value would looking through a ruined house do. Still, if you insist on taking your time, by all means continue."
Minutes passed in silence as the talking grimoire let his partner try to glean some memories from her old home. Finally, Taylor walked back to the table, grabbing her mask and placing it back in a single moment. "Come on, let's go get Dad's ashes."
Large red hands grabbed at frozen snow, and clawed them away with ferocious abandon, sending soil and dirt flying into the air.
Finally, they reach what they are looking for, and stop. The hands retreat, red material flowing back into the pages of a book, and Grimoire Weiss slams shut.
Taylor, standing at a corner watching the whole process, finally crouches down, observing the contents of the hole. Within it, lies a simple ceramic urn, covered in clear plastic, a picture tucked neatly within its folds.
"Dad." Behind muffled gasps of sorrow, her hands slowly and gently reach out, preparing to grab the remains of her beloved fat-
-when an earth-shattering roar roar splits the skies, announcing the arrival of a new threat. Soldier and Grimoire turned to look at the source of the sudden shout, and gasped in shock.
A gigantic creature stood in the middle of the street - a dragon with the faint beginning of its wings growing out of its back. coated in blindingly-white salt, just shy of three stories tall, its limbs as large as tree trunk. On its menacing head, a pair of crimson red eyes stared downwards, cruelly watching Taylor and Weiss. It opened its mouth once more, exposing an ocean of red-hot magma within, and raised its heads to the heavens, releasing a second beastial roar.
"No way, isn't that...Lung?" Quickly looking through her old memories, the face and figure of one of the city's old villains filled her mind, frighteningly similar to the creature that stood before her.
"It would seem so...he must have stayed behind when the city fell, and probably became part of the Legion in the process...it does beg the question, why didn't the Legion use him to attack other places…?"
"Must have something to do with this purifying operation, I gu-"
A third roar came from the dragon, and without warning, it charged at Taylor, half running, half leaping at the same time. Smashing through a building with reckless abandon, fire shot out of the corrupted dragon's nostrils, as it advanced on its quarry.
"MOVE!" Taylor yelled. The Grimoire opened and its pages began to flap madly, causing several runes to appear over her legs. As the dragon bore down on them, both of them dashed away, magic allowing them to reach superhuman speed. The dragon slammed into the Hebert family home, only for it to burst out of it unscathed, it's face drawn back in a hideous grin.
It stood up, making the gleeful, anticipating screech of a predator, and gave chase.
Confused?
Well, you don't have to worry. All you need to know is that Earth-Bet suddenly had a dragon and a giant appear in the ruins of Tokyo and fight, with the giant losing and its corpse bearing forth both a form of magic and a disease. That's really it, for the moment. More will be revealed in the upcoming chapters...or if you want to ask.
If you are somewhat familiar with the two franchises in this fanfic...just know that I slightly fudged with the timelines of both of them. That's why Taylor looks somewhat young even in 2031.
Anything else, don't be afraid to ask. Just expect weird. A fuckton of weird, for that matter...
I really shouldn't start more than two projects in a row...
==|Song of An Exhausted World|==
Summary:
Years ago, a dragon and a giant fell onto the ruins of Tokyo in Earth-Bet. Now, a heroine runs through the ashes of their destruction, the giant's disease, looking for meaning to her life...and will find it in the form of a flower.
WARNING: Massive Spoilers for Drakengard/NieR & Worm!
SB Mirror: Song of an Exhausted World [Worm/NieR/Drakengard]
==|Chapter 01 - 1: Homecoming|==
I recall…
A red dragon swooping through the skies of a ruined city, singing against a ashen-white giant…
Legions of animated salt statues, marching through continents, burning all in their way…
Masked men and women running amok, pouring out from the broken birdcage…
Crusaders, wading through seas of salt, tomes flying behind them, symbols surrounding them...
A chorus of broken voices fills the air, singing the tale of this exhausted world…
-Final words of Hamelin Organisation Crusader (11th Crusade, North American Subsector)
before succumbing to the final stage of White Chlorination Syndrome,
March 2029
before succumbing to the final stage of White Chlorination Syndrome,
March 2029
Winter 2031, Brockton Bay Ruins Combat Theatre
Under a grey sky, the former metropolis of Brockton Bay stood, its streets clogged with blinding-white salt, as a cockroach skittered across one of its roads, feelers tasting the air.
Only a few lights flickered in the dead city - its civilian population, already devastated from an economic crisis decades ago, had faded away almost instantaneously when the Legion arrived seven years ago.
Nothing sapient remained alive in this section of the city - once a housing area for the dockworkers of the place - save for a woman trudging through the mess, clad in a skin-tight protective suit with armor covered over the more vulnerable areas, and a modified gas mask over her face. A patch was stuck on her upper arm - a yellow piper, wielding a sword as he blew his instrument, over a white background. The woman took a breath, and a cloud of mist shot out of one of the mask's inlets.
"Hold on...am I heading the right way?" Suddenly stopping, she began to recount her steps, looking about the ruins, as if trying to remember a set of directions.
"Jeez, it looks so different…" As she complained, a hardcover book with a plain mask and white flowery patterns all over its cover popped into existence.
A sniffing, smug voice came from the book, even as the young woman continued to ponder. "What do you think? The period of time between you actually being in this city and coming back to cleanse it is an extremely long time, Ms. Hebert. Not to mention the foul creatures that have come to call it home now and burnt it into ashes in the progress, obviously it would be -."
A gloved hand flew into the book's 'face', knocking it back a meter before it slowed itself to a stop. "Quiet, Weiss. Let me think."
"What did I say? Kindly have the respect to say my name properly, it's Grimoire Weiss -"
"What did I just say, Weiss? Shut up and let me think!"
Taking the hint, the book stopped talking. Meanwhile the woman continued to focus her efforts elsewhere, placing a hand to her chin of her mask , a nervous look hiding under its protection. Suddenly, a nearby bunch of cockroaches stopped feasting on some scattered rotten remains, before running down the streets in an oddly synchronised pattern.
Both human and floating grimoire remained silent. Suddenly, the woman turned down one of the streets and began to sprint, and the tome followed suit.
"'I can still remember this place, no need for a map' she says as she sprints down the roads like a lost animal, using unsightly creatures to show her the way," the book continued to complain as the both of them rounded several corners. "When we could have this entire district plotted out with my powers in half the time we wasted ear- watch out, Legionnaires!"
Sensing, the book warned his partner in a harsh whisper, and the woman dived into an alleyway with a flourish, shielding herself. Sneaking a peek, she watched as a group of white humanoid creatures with dull red eyes stumbled out of a corner, while guttural moans and growls came out from what remained of their mouths. Meanwhile, their hands held the rusted, broken remains of various weapons, such as guns, spears and the odd piece of kitchen equipment.
"Quite clearly, this unauthorized operation is becoming less and less of a good idea the more we continue. A suggestion - perhaps we should head back." The book spoke in a deadpan tone as he made his grievances known.
"Not now, Weiss. Help me out here!" Hissing, the woman closed her eyes, concentrating. "Prepare a bunch of Lances for my bugs, could you?" At her feet, a few insects crowded around her, before suddenly leaping directly upwards and flying into the sky
The book opened, and its pages began to flip out of its own volition, red coloured runes appearing all around it. "Alright-"
At his confirmation, the woman suddenly rushed out to face the Legion, eliciting a weary sigh from the floating book. "As expected, the usual recklessness…"
As the woman stood facing the monsters, she waited for them to move, both fists clenched. It took them seconds to notice the new entrant, but when they did, they reacted with frightening speed, in contrast to what their shambling gait suggested. Accompanied by an unholy chorus of roars and animalistic screeches, the gun-wielding Legionnaires swung their weapons up, firing with precision far exceeding those of trained soldiers, while the rest rushed towards the soldier, readying their cruel weapons to cut down their target.
The woman swung her arm up and thrust it forward with practised ease, and a glowing red rune appeared right in front of her palm. A red translucent wall erupted around her hand, and bullets bounced off it harmlessly, while the charging monsters slowed to a halt, just avoiding the barrier.
The woman yelled, "Weiss!"
The white book reappeared at her shoulder, its pages flipping one after another. The insects that were hovering over the battlefield encircled the Legion unit, runes popping in and out of existence around them. Suddenly, a ring of twelve spinning red spears appeared around each them, an ominous whirring sound coming from each of them.
With a whoosh, each bug fired its spears one by one. The spears stabbed into the Legionnaires below, knocking and impaling them onto the ground. As each Legionnaire fell, they struggled briefly, before the accursed force holding them together failed, and they dissolved into salt, their remains disappearing into the winds.
However, two other Legionnaires dodged the spears meant for them with cat-like dexterity, and they charged straight at the duo, an inhumane moan coming from their orifices. In response, the woman grabbed at the air behind her, smoke surrounding her hand. A tear in reality formed, and through it, a gleaming sword with a white blade came out, singing as its blade was unsheathed.
In a single moment, the soldier swiped at empty air, her entire body twisting to the side with the motion. The blade sang as it cut through the winter cold, and a line of geysers burst from the ground, shooting vapors of deadly ice. The two charging monsters barely moved before they were consumed by one, and burst into salt as the geyser caught them.
With another wave of the sword, the geysers disappeared, leaving no blemish in the road they erupted from. As clouds of salt floated away, the woman and the book took a moment to observe the blade, marveling at the act of magic it had displayed.
"Huh, it works as advertised." The woman said, her hands slightly shaking with adrenaline.
"And its magic seems to be of a rawer and more powerful form than the ones we use…" The grimoire observed. "Regardless, let's keep moving, if we are to prevent you from getting chewed out by your uncompromising superior…"
Ignoring Weiss's little reprimand, the woman continued to look at the strange weapon. According to her superior, this was one of the weapons that the Dragon and her rider had brought along from that 'other world', but why the higher-ups had chosen to pass ownership to an already experienced Hybrid (especially her in particular) was a mystery…
And why the need for a name like 'Faith'? It left her slightly puzzled.
A loud cough came from the hovering book, reminding the woman of their current objective. Taking the hint, she stowed the blade away, and it disappeared with a wisp of smoke, as she trudged away down the street.
==|==
A click, and a long untouched door creaked open, its rusted joints groaning as they were moved for the first time in years. As clouds of salt and snow flew through the door and past her ankles, the long lost daughter strode through the hall, boots scrunching on salt-coated floors, seeing her home after a long departure.
Meanwhile, her partner flew in after her, and with the flash of a rune, the door swung and closed itself. It spun about a few times, swerving from side to side as it observed every detail of the long abandoned house. Turning around to observe the woman, the book caught her placing a hand near her mask.
"I hope you are not that reckless, Miss." The woman's hand froze, and beyond the protective glass of the visor, the tome caught an apologetic look in her eyes.
Sighing, he dropped a few centimeters in his hover, before continuing, "At least let me do the purification ritual first."
The book flashed once, and a few rings full of runes surrounded him. Plopping himself on one of the tables in the hall, he opened himself, and his pages began to flip quickly. As the circles began to spin, a black orb appeared above the book, and the salt around it began to rise. Attracted to the floating void, the salt flowed like water in a river, gracefully pouring into the darkness and disappearing from existence. As the woman watched, salt flowed from all corners of the house, flowing down the stairs, rising from every nook and cranny of the place.
Gradually, the flow of salt dissipated, and when it ended, the book's pages stopped flipping, and the black void disappeared.
Seeing her partner complete his job, the woman grabbed her mask. The light from its silts disappeared, and with a mechanical whirr, detached itself from her face.
Placing her mask on the table, Taylor Hebert took a deep breath in the cold winter air, looking at her old home through her naked eyes. As she looked at every picture hanging on the walls and every piece of furniture scattered around the place, memories slowly came flooding back, reminding her of better, happier days. Stepping over to a drawer, she slowly drew it open, and began rummaging through its contents.
"Really, how long are you going to stare at your family's trinkets?" Weiss chided her again, disapproval heavy in his voice. "Even if you could hold off armies, fighting off a Legion while trying to hold your father's ashes would be a pain."
"...I just need a moment to...to take in this place for...for once last time. After all, the next offensive is going to happen in this area…" Taylor spoke, not in much of a mood to argue as she continued looking through the room.
"I question what sentimental value would looking through a ruined house do. Still, if you insist on taking your time, by all means continue."
Minutes passed in silence as the talking grimoire let his partner try to glean some memories from her old home. Finally, Taylor walked back to the table, grabbing her mask and placing it back in a single moment. "Come on, let's go get Dad's ashes."
==|==
Large red hands grabbed at frozen snow, and clawed them away with ferocious abandon, sending soil and dirt flying into the air.
Finally, they reach what they are looking for, and stop. The hands retreat, red material flowing back into the pages of a book, and Grimoire Weiss slams shut.
Taylor, standing at a corner watching the whole process, finally crouches down, observing the contents of the hole. Within it, lies a simple ceramic urn, covered in clear plastic, a picture tucked neatly within its folds.
"Dad." Behind muffled gasps of sorrow, her hands slowly and gently reach out, preparing to grab the remains of her beloved fat-
-when an earth-shattering roar roar splits the skies, announcing the arrival of a new threat. Soldier and Grimoire turned to look at the source of the sudden shout, and gasped in shock.
A gigantic creature stood in the middle of the street - a dragon with the faint beginning of its wings growing out of its back. coated in blindingly-white salt, just shy of three stories tall, its limbs as large as tree trunk. On its menacing head, a pair of crimson red eyes stared downwards, cruelly watching Taylor and Weiss. It opened its mouth once more, exposing an ocean of red-hot magma within, and raised its heads to the heavens, releasing a second beastial roar.
"No way, isn't that...Lung?" Quickly looking through her old memories, the face and figure of one of the city's old villains filled her mind, frighteningly similar to the creature that stood before her.
"It would seem so...he must have stayed behind when the city fell, and probably became part of the Legion in the process...it does beg the question, why didn't the Legion use him to attack other places…?"
"Must have something to do with this purifying operation, I gu-"
A third roar came from the dragon, and without warning, it charged at Taylor, half running, half leaping at the same time. Smashing through a building with reckless abandon, fire shot out of the corrupted dragon's nostrils, as it advanced on its quarry.
"MOVE!" Taylor yelled. The Grimoire opened and its pages began to flap madly, causing several runes to appear over her legs. As the dragon bore down on them, both of them dashed away, magic allowing them to reach superhuman speed. The dragon slammed into the Hebert family home, only for it to burst out of it unscathed, it's face drawn back in a hideous grin.
It stood up, making the gleeful, anticipating screech of a predator, and gave chase.
==|==
Author's Note:
Confused?
Well, you don't have to worry. All you need to know is that Earth-Bet suddenly had a dragon and a giant appear in the ruins of Tokyo and fight, with the giant losing and its corpse bearing forth both a form of magic and a disease. That's really it, for the moment. More will be revealed in the upcoming chapters...or if you want to ask.
If you are somewhat familiar with the two franchises in this fanfic...just know that I slightly fudged with the timelines of both of them. That's why Taylor looks somewhat young even in 2031.
Anything else, don't be afraid to ask. Just expect weird. A fuckton of weird, for that matter...
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- Location
- Net Slum Tartarga
Yep. Kinda confused. Never played Drakengard, but I enjoy the other two franchises enough to give this a shot. Needs more NIER songs tho.
- Location
- Sydney,Australia
business as usual for Taylor then let's see what bullshit she pulls
Shintouyu
A Wandering Soul
I can hear Liam O'Brien voicing Weiss in my head right now.
Also:
Also:
Missing a "go", I think. Or "head", if you prefer.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
- Location
- Bedroom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
More worm, but absolutely amazing drakengard nier more than makes up for my just ambivalent feelings after all these years.
I cannot wait for more.
I cannot wait for more.
- Location
- Void of Observation
Funny enough, that was my trick to getting Weiss's personaility right, hearing all the sentence's I gave him in his stuffy voice
Fixed.
...So Taylor was born after the fall of Tokyo then? It explains why she's a Hybrid if she was born into a world that was saturated with maso. Though that implies that the WCS either didn't force humans to make a pact to become Gestalts and were able to find a cure that cause them to begin integrating the new generation with the latent energy of the Giant's remains and making 'Hybrids' like Taylor - something which is very much capable from a united front of bullshit Tinkers quite honestly - or the Taylor we're seeing right now is a Replicant of the Gestalt 'child' Taylor that agreed to the pact and at some point became a Hybrid of some sort. Which also means that Danny prolly refused to become a Gestalt when it happened. Sad.
The Legion is also supplying its ranks with fallen Parahumans, which makes me wonder just how much more difficult the fight is between them and the remaining humans.
The Legion is also supplying its ranks with fallen Parahumans, which makes me wonder just how much more difficult the fight is between them and the remaining humans.
Of course, since Shard fuckery is still going on and I'm pretty sure Scion is still fucking off and doing nothing since Jack and the S9 are more than likely apart of the Legion now, Taylor still has her bug powers. That work reallly well when Taylor needs extra arms to throw off a barrage of spears.
...Heh, with enough bugs and energy she could reasonably do a good imitation of a storm of blades
All in all, interesting stuff. Also, fuck this is gonna be dark.
- Location
- Void of Observation
Sorry to interrupt that really nice train of thought, but Project Gestalt has not activated yet. In fact, it happens to be still in the implementation/planning stages - tinkertech, and a far faster and better understanding of Maso/Magic has allowed humanity to create a stronger front against the Legion, rather than resorting to desperate measures of the bat.
Also, Hybrids in this sense means 'Magic-Wielding Parahuman' in some way or another. You know, hybrid of two kinds of powers...
Also, Hybrids in this sense means 'Magic-Wielding Parahuman' in some way or another. You know, hybrid of two kinds of powers...
The fighting is a fuck ton more intense, but its also been easier for Humanity - if I may use an analogy, think of it like the Tiberium Wars in C&C. With tinkertech and magic, you get really cool toys (like a proto-YoRHa unit made with Dragon's tinkering and magic, and all sort of magitech devices), but the Legion also has more tricks up its sleeve, as usual...
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...Oh. That has implications. Though if Project Gestalt hasn't activated yet, then where does Weiss fit into all of this? Is he one of Dragon's more advanced Magitech devices or something?
And with that wording, I'm assuming that they're losing ground slowly but surely as more and more fall to the Legion. So shit's still pretty fucked, but to a lesser degree. Neat.
Also, the Hybrid thing could've been anything you know! I just didn't want to jump to the immediate connotations cuz that would've been boring and stuff!
And with that wording, I'm assuming that they're losing ground slowly but surely as more and more fall to the Legion. So shit's still pretty fucked, but to a lesser degree. Neat.
Also, the Hybrid thing could've been anything you know! I just didn't want to jump to the immediate connotations cuz that would've been boring and stuff!
...Now you got me hoping to see 2A. I do hope that Dragon is Unchained though. At this point it would be the epitome of stupidity for Saint to still be trying to go after Dragon.
I somewhat doubt it though, seeing as how a lot of the world seems to have been destroyed and Cauldron most likely chose to cut him out of the picture to utilize Dragon to her fullest potential against a threat potentially greater than Scion in the short term.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
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- Bedroom
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- He/Him
I did half expect the sudden Lung event to have him being more Drakengard type dragon than canon, but then realized oops salt. Maybe in some other universe.
Chapter 01 - 2: Chase through Abandoned Streets
- Location
- Void of Observation
I pledge to protect humanity from the twin threats of parahumans and the Watchers…
Even if the World may collapse around me, and my loved ones may fall,
With my frame of metal and heart of fire...
I will fight to the bitter end…
-AI Dragon, taking her pledge as the first Artificial Intelligence inducted into the Hamelin Organisation,
February 2025
"I told you this was a bad idea, but you wouldn't; now tell me, what do -"
"Oh come on, Weiss! Are you seriously going to pressure me on this issue now?!"
Bickering, Taylor and her floating tome of ever-so-gracious advice dashed through the streets with extreme speed, scattering salt and snow with each footstep, attempting to put as much distance between them and a fearsome white half-dragon. Precariously holding a jar of ashes under an arm, mist hissed out of Taylor's mask as she sprinted as fast as she could with her enhanced strength.
"You have never listened no matter how many times everyone has chided you on the subject, hence the best time for this reprimand would be when you are currently suffering the consequen-"
"Do it at base, Weiss! Or I swear, I wi- shit!"
Without warning, the rush of flapping wings filled the air, and right in front of the duo, the thing that was Lung landed, smashing buildings to dust as he landed. With the uncanny human-esque grin on his mangled transformed face, the former gang leader, reared up, and in his mouth, an ominous red light began to glow. Rings of Celestial runes surrounded his body, and Weiss gave a start.
"That - that thing now has the ability to use magic?! What more horrors does it hold?!"
"That 'thing' was a parahuman, what the hell do you think, Weiss?!! Move!" Snarling with frustration, Taylor dashed and dove for the ground, rolling into the shelter of an alleyway, attempting to run for the next street.
Simultaneously, the imposing dragon raised its head, aimed downwards. Instead of a spread of dragonfire, a red beam shot out of its mouth, cracking the very ground, leaving flames in its wake. The dragon's head turned, and it carved a line of destruction through the street, as buildings fell to the intense heat and deserted storefronts shattered in its wake.
Huffing, both Grimoire and Hybrid had barely escaped the manifestation of the dragon's wrath, and now ran down a different path, hoping to place as much distance between them and the fearsome half-monster.
"Next set of directions, Weiss?" Taylor asked, huffing as her legs started to give away the first signs of strain.
In response, a set of directions in the form of red arrows appeared, superimposing themselves directly on her sight. Following them, she sprinted down another alleyway, reappearing in yet another street. Taking a moment to take a breather, she looked around to regain her bearings, only for a shadow to suddenly fall over her.
"YAAAH!" With no small amount of annoyance in her voice, the soldier dodged away for the umpteenth time, rolling out of her somersault just as Lung smashed onto the ground, this time facing in a different direction.
The dragon turned as quickly as its massive bulk would allow to face his quarry, only to find Taylor pointing a finger at him as two red lances materialised on either side of her, the white book flapping through pages quickly.
"Pick on someone your own size, for once, you piece of shit!" With the curse, the Dark Lances fired before the dragon could react. Spinning, they flew past its bulky arms and pierced its eyes, eliciting a loud pained roar from the creature as twin fountains of blood splashed out from its head. The red liquid splattered all over its body, leaving blemishes on the salt-white skin and scales.
Before the tainted blood touched the ground, an unseen force guided it into several floating streams, each pouring directly onto Weiss's waiting pages. As the book drank its fill, four red circles surrounded the soldier, and four blood-red materialised on all four sides. As Taylor raised her arms, gritting her teeth under the weight of the magic she held, the four arms combined into one massive fist, which slammed into the half-dragon's distracted form at full force.
The twisted parahuman roared, but held its ground through the first punch. In response, the gigantic red hand retreated, before swinging up and back downwards in a vicious uppercut, a sickening crunch resounding through the battlefield as it collided. Unprepared for it, the dragon lost its guard, and this time it went flying, somersaulting through the air-
-Until it started to flap its wings, and corrected itself midflight. Landing upon yet another group of buildings the right way up, it looked downwards for a few moments, fire and smoke shooting out of its nostrils with each snort, before staring at Taylor again. The Dark Lances that stabbed into its eyes a few moments earlier were gone, replaced by a fully functional pair of crimson red circles, full of raging madness.
Taylor huffed with annoyance, and raised her left hand again. This time, no runes or symbols appeared around her arm, but a silent call emanated from the soldier. As the call moved, it washed over insects of varying kinds, and slowly, a small swarm of insects gathered around her, like a shroud.
As her foe saw her preparing, it made an earth-shaking roar, before charging at her, its massive feet sending shockwaves through the ground as it ran.
"You do know that it's a little too early to start using the limited amounts of insects in this area, do you?" Weiss commented dryly.
"I don't plan on swarming him to death, Weiss. Prepare Dark Lances."
"And how many do you need, hmm? I doubt even thirty could make a mark on that beast." The book replied in its usual, sardonically dry manner.
"Make that as many ae you can." A black void appeared at her shoulders, and Taylor withdrew Faith, the blade gleaming in the winter light as it came out. "If this works...you will get the magic you need."
"Betting so much on a single outcome…"
As the book spoke, Taylor snapped her fingers. From her swarm, eight arthropods shot out, their wings burning out as they flapped faster than they could ever hope to achieve normally. Targeting the dragon, they aimed for its legs, as a set of runes flashing in an unstable manner appeared around them.
Swarming the dragon's knees, a white light came from each insect, and with a bang, all of them detonated at once, creating eight simultaneous explosions that cut off the dragon's knees. A hideous screech came from the creature's mouth, as it lost control and crashed onto the ground, plowing through the snow and salt and revealing the road underneath.
The dragon did not slow down even as it fell, and its massive bulk continued to move at a painful speed, causing Taylor to deftly sidestep to the left. As the monster slid past her, she raised Faith, and swung in downwards, the air filling with the sound of the katana's raw magic discharging.
On the dragon's back, the skin cracked, before bursting into a large, messy geyser of blood, with the creature's oversized entrails spilling out. A ghastly wail came from the dragon as its body was racked by pain, and it clawed at the snow desperately in an attempt to heal itself. Behind the mask, Taylor grimaced at the awful sight, but instead of looking away forced herself to continue looking at her foe and focus. Meanwhile, the massive blast of blood flowed in a parabola as it was gathered by Weiss, the white book jittering about at the sheer amount of magic running through his pages.
"Arrrggghh...ARRRGGGHHH!" As Taylor's insects took to the air, spreading all over the sky above the fallen dragon, Weiss groaned, and wave after wave of runes filled the air, their insectoid bearers themselves shaking under the strain. Before long, flower after flower of Dark Lances bloomed, blotting out the very sun itself, before pointing down at the creature below them.
Raising Faith above her head, Taylor swung the weapon down, and a rain of Lances fell upon the dragon. As hundreds of lances burrowed into its body and nailed it tightly onto the ground, the creature shook, flame spewing out of its mouth in pain. The sheer amount of spears driven into the creature was so much, that it took half minute for the entire payload to be delivered.
As every last spear was firmly stuck in the dragon, Taylor looked down at the dragon, dispersing her insect swarm with a single thought. Watching her prey lie vulnerable, a strange thought came to her; she hesitated to run, her eyes darting between the creature and her blade, unsure if she should take another attack, and attempt to finish it off.
"What do you think you are doing?" Weiss hissed from beside her. "You are certainly not going to finish it off by yourself, and both Hamelin and the Legion would have already heard this fight from miles away!"
"I…" Taylor continued to look at the dragon, Faith clutched tightly in her hands, unsure.
"You. Are. Not. Going. To. Be. Killing. That. Thing. Now." Emphasising each word, Weiss moved closer to Taylor with each syllable, causing the latter to take a few steps back. "Regardless of how you feel or how much you want to use this incident to validate your existence, killing that thing will be a waste of time. Let's get back as soon as possible, before we get into further trouble or your life gets extinguished, hmm?"
Getting the hint, the soldier quickly stowed Faith away, and began to run - until a shriek filled the world, and light began to glow.
Shocked, Taylor and Weiss looked up. An array of celestial runes lit up the grey sky, under it, the Dark Lances holding down Lung's body disappeared in a flash, and the many severe wounds suffered by the parahuman disappeared at an alarming fast rate. Taylor looked around in shock, before spotting a Legionnaire, holding a misshapen stave created out of scrap, presiding the entire ceremony, dull red eyes watching the whole process.
With its wounds gone, the dragon slowly began to stand up. Meanwhile, all around Taylor and Weiss, Legionnaires poured in from all sides, slowly creating a cordon around the duo.
"It appears your endless dawdling has allowed the enemy to reform themselves and regain the advantage over us - again." Weiss chided his partner, although more resigned than irritated.
"Not so fast." Taylor replied. Swiftly, she withdrew Faith and in a single stroke cleaved upwards. The ground split, and geysers burst from the ground, blasting Legionnaires into salt and opening a hole in the encirclement. Wasting no time, Taylor dashed through the hole, Weiss following as runes flashed around the both of them.
As they dashed away, the sound of an enraged roar filled the air, signalling the dragon's return. Arrays of circles filled the streets at every corner, and with another roar, each circle exploded, sending a blast that sent buildings crumbling, forcing Taylor and Weiss to dodge falling debris a few times. Meanwhile, the soft rumbling of hundreds of feet hitting the ground filled the air as Legionnaires began to fill the streets, attempting to take out the duo.
"Anywhere else, Weiss?!" Taylor yelled, as she sidestepped to avoid yet another swarm of Legionnaires.
"I would suggest taking to the rooftops, but you are inadequately equipped for such a task and it would just make it easier for the enemy to sho-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Weiss was suddenly cut off by the screaming of jet engines, as a strange flying wing aircraft descended from the skies, swooping over the battlefield. As it spun around to make a pass, a series of ordnance bays slung underneath its wings opened, and a horde of missiles sprayed out. Landing among the massed Legion, a line of explosions ran along the street, scattering salt to the winds.
Taylor looked up, a gobsmacked look on her face. Meanwhile, the jet spun around a few times before suddenly transforming mid-flight - wings and engines detached themselves from the body and began to shift, while the entire chassis turned inside out, and pylons extended out from its underbelly. In a matter of seconds, the machine now looked like a piece of mecha, with an exposed empty cockpit inside and its shoulders bristling with weaponry. It hovered for a moment before boosting to Taylor's position, and landing right in front of her.
As the cockpit opened out of its volition, the inner armor plates and control systems extending to make way for the Hybrid, a familiar voice came from a certain loudspeaker on the mecha.
"Taylor," The Artificial Intelligence Dragon sounded more resigned than usual, as a camera on the mech surveyed Taylor's features. "Didn't Colin tell you not to gather your father's ashes?"
Even if the World may collapse around me, and my loved ones may fall,
With my frame of metal and heart of fire...
I will fight to the bitter end…
-AI Dragon, taking her pledge as the first Artificial Intelligence inducted into the Hamelin Organisation,
February 2025
==|Chapter 01 - 2: Chase through Abandoned Streets|==
"I told you this was a bad idea, but you wouldn't; now tell me, what do -"
"Oh come on, Weiss! Are you seriously going to pressure me on this issue now?!"
Bickering, Taylor and her floating tome of ever-so-gracious advice dashed through the streets with extreme speed, scattering salt and snow with each footstep, attempting to put as much distance between them and a fearsome white half-dragon. Precariously holding a jar of ashes under an arm, mist hissed out of Taylor's mask as she sprinted as fast as she could with her enhanced strength.
"You have never listened no matter how many times everyone has chided you on the subject, hence the best time for this reprimand would be when you are currently suffering the consequen-"
"Do it at base, Weiss! Or I swear, I wi- shit!"
Without warning, the rush of flapping wings filled the air, and right in front of the duo, the thing that was Lung landed, smashing buildings to dust as he landed. With the uncanny human-esque grin on his mangled transformed face, the former gang leader, reared up, and in his mouth, an ominous red light began to glow. Rings of Celestial runes surrounded his body, and Weiss gave a start.
"That - that thing now has the ability to use magic?! What more horrors does it hold?!"
"That 'thing' was a parahuman, what the hell do you think, Weiss?!! Move!" Snarling with frustration, Taylor dashed and dove for the ground, rolling into the shelter of an alleyway, attempting to run for the next street.
Simultaneously, the imposing dragon raised its head, aimed downwards. Instead of a spread of dragonfire, a red beam shot out of its mouth, cracking the very ground, leaving flames in its wake. The dragon's head turned, and it carved a line of destruction through the street, as buildings fell to the intense heat and deserted storefronts shattered in its wake.
Huffing, both Grimoire and Hybrid had barely escaped the manifestation of the dragon's wrath, and now ran down a different path, hoping to place as much distance between them and the fearsome half-monster.
"Next set of directions, Weiss?" Taylor asked, huffing as her legs started to give away the first signs of strain.
In response, a set of directions in the form of red arrows appeared, superimposing themselves directly on her sight. Following them, she sprinted down another alleyway, reappearing in yet another street. Taking a moment to take a breather, she looked around to regain her bearings, only for a shadow to suddenly fall over her.
"YAAAH!" With no small amount of annoyance in her voice, the soldier dodged away for the umpteenth time, rolling out of her somersault just as Lung smashed onto the ground, this time facing in a different direction.
The dragon turned as quickly as its massive bulk would allow to face his quarry, only to find Taylor pointing a finger at him as two red lances materialised on either side of her, the white book flapping through pages quickly.
"Pick on someone your own size, for once, you piece of shit!" With the curse, the Dark Lances fired before the dragon could react. Spinning, they flew past its bulky arms and pierced its eyes, eliciting a loud pained roar from the creature as twin fountains of blood splashed out from its head. The red liquid splattered all over its body, leaving blemishes on the salt-white skin and scales.
Before the tainted blood touched the ground, an unseen force guided it into several floating streams, each pouring directly onto Weiss's waiting pages. As the book drank its fill, four red circles surrounded the soldier, and four blood-red materialised on all four sides. As Taylor raised her arms, gritting her teeth under the weight of the magic she held, the four arms combined into one massive fist, which slammed into the half-dragon's distracted form at full force.
The twisted parahuman roared, but held its ground through the first punch. In response, the gigantic red hand retreated, before swinging up and back downwards in a vicious uppercut, a sickening crunch resounding through the battlefield as it collided. Unprepared for it, the dragon lost its guard, and this time it went flying, somersaulting through the air-
-Until it started to flap its wings, and corrected itself midflight. Landing upon yet another group of buildings the right way up, it looked downwards for a few moments, fire and smoke shooting out of its nostrils with each snort, before staring at Taylor again. The Dark Lances that stabbed into its eyes a few moments earlier were gone, replaced by a fully functional pair of crimson red circles, full of raging madness.
Taylor huffed with annoyance, and raised her left hand again. This time, no runes or symbols appeared around her arm, but a silent call emanated from the soldier. As the call moved, it washed over insects of varying kinds, and slowly, a small swarm of insects gathered around her, like a shroud.
As her foe saw her preparing, it made an earth-shaking roar, before charging at her, its massive feet sending shockwaves through the ground as it ran.
"You do know that it's a little too early to start using the limited amounts of insects in this area, do you?" Weiss commented dryly.
"I don't plan on swarming him to death, Weiss. Prepare Dark Lances."
"And how many do you need, hmm? I doubt even thirty could make a mark on that beast." The book replied in its usual, sardonically dry manner.
"Make that as many ae you can." A black void appeared at her shoulders, and Taylor withdrew Faith, the blade gleaming in the winter light as it came out. "If this works...you will get the magic you need."
"Betting so much on a single outcome…"
As the book spoke, Taylor snapped her fingers. From her swarm, eight arthropods shot out, their wings burning out as they flapped faster than they could ever hope to achieve normally. Targeting the dragon, they aimed for its legs, as a set of runes flashing in an unstable manner appeared around them.
Swarming the dragon's knees, a white light came from each insect, and with a bang, all of them detonated at once, creating eight simultaneous explosions that cut off the dragon's knees. A hideous screech came from the creature's mouth, as it lost control and crashed onto the ground, plowing through the snow and salt and revealing the road underneath.
The dragon did not slow down even as it fell, and its massive bulk continued to move at a painful speed, causing Taylor to deftly sidestep to the left. As the monster slid past her, she raised Faith, and swung in downwards, the air filling with the sound of the katana's raw magic discharging.
On the dragon's back, the skin cracked, before bursting into a large, messy geyser of blood, with the creature's oversized entrails spilling out. A ghastly wail came from the dragon as its body was racked by pain, and it clawed at the snow desperately in an attempt to heal itself. Behind the mask, Taylor grimaced at the awful sight, but instead of looking away forced herself to continue looking at her foe and focus. Meanwhile, the massive blast of blood flowed in a parabola as it was gathered by Weiss, the white book jittering about at the sheer amount of magic running through his pages.
"Arrrggghh...ARRRGGGHHH!" As Taylor's insects took to the air, spreading all over the sky above the fallen dragon, Weiss groaned, and wave after wave of runes filled the air, their insectoid bearers themselves shaking under the strain. Before long, flower after flower of Dark Lances bloomed, blotting out the very sun itself, before pointing down at the creature below them.
Raising Faith above her head, Taylor swung the weapon down, and a rain of Lances fell upon the dragon. As hundreds of lances burrowed into its body and nailed it tightly onto the ground, the creature shook, flame spewing out of its mouth in pain. The sheer amount of spears driven into the creature was so much, that it took half minute for the entire payload to be delivered.
As every last spear was firmly stuck in the dragon, Taylor looked down at the dragon, dispersing her insect swarm with a single thought. Watching her prey lie vulnerable, a strange thought came to her; she hesitated to run, her eyes darting between the creature and her blade, unsure if she should take another attack, and attempt to finish it off.
"What do you think you are doing?" Weiss hissed from beside her. "You are certainly not going to finish it off by yourself, and both Hamelin and the Legion would have already heard this fight from miles away!"
"I…" Taylor continued to look at the dragon, Faith clutched tightly in her hands, unsure.
"You. Are. Not. Going. To. Be. Killing. That. Thing. Now." Emphasising each word, Weiss moved closer to Taylor with each syllable, causing the latter to take a few steps back. "Regardless of how you feel or how much you want to use this incident to validate your existence, killing that thing will be a waste of time. Let's get back as soon as possible, before we get into further trouble or your life gets extinguished, hmm?"
Getting the hint, the soldier quickly stowed Faith away, and began to run - until a shriek filled the world, and light began to glow.
Shocked, Taylor and Weiss looked up. An array of celestial runes lit up the grey sky, under it, the Dark Lances holding down Lung's body disappeared in a flash, and the many severe wounds suffered by the parahuman disappeared at an alarming fast rate. Taylor looked around in shock, before spotting a Legionnaire, holding a misshapen stave created out of scrap, presiding the entire ceremony, dull red eyes watching the whole process.
With its wounds gone, the dragon slowly began to stand up. Meanwhile, all around Taylor and Weiss, Legionnaires poured in from all sides, slowly creating a cordon around the duo.
"It appears your endless dawdling has allowed the enemy to reform themselves and regain the advantage over us - again." Weiss chided his partner, although more resigned than irritated.
"Not so fast." Taylor replied. Swiftly, she withdrew Faith and in a single stroke cleaved upwards. The ground split, and geysers burst from the ground, blasting Legionnaires into salt and opening a hole in the encirclement. Wasting no time, Taylor dashed through the hole, Weiss following as runes flashed around the both of them.
As they dashed away, the sound of an enraged roar filled the air, signalling the dragon's return. Arrays of circles filled the streets at every corner, and with another roar, each circle exploded, sending a blast that sent buildings crumbling, forcing Taylor and Weiss to dodge falling debris a few times. Meanwhile, the soft rumbling of hundreds of feet hitting the ground filled the air as Legionnaires began to fill the streets, attempting to take out the duo.
"Anywhere else, Weiss?!" Taylor yelled, as she sidestepped to avoid yet another swarm of Legionnaires.
"I would suggest taking to the rooftops, but you are inadequately equipped for such a task and it would just make it easier for the enemy to sho-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Weiss was suddenly cut off by the screaming of jet engines, as a strange flying wing aircraft descended from the skies, swooping over the battlefield. As it spun around to make a pass, a series of ordnance bays slung underneath its wings opened, and a horde of missiles sprayed out. Landing among the massed Legion, a line of explosions ran along the street, scattering salt to the winds.
Taylor looked up, a gobsmacked look on her face. Meanwhile, the jet spun around a few times before suddenly transforming mid-flight - wings and engines detached themselves from the body and began to shift, while the entire chassis turned inside out, and pylons extended out from its underbelly. In a matter of seconds, the machine now looked like a piece of mecha, with an exposed empty cockpit inside and its shoulders bristling with weaponry. It hovered for a moment before boosting to Taylor's position, and landing right in front of her.
As the cockpit opened out of its volition, the inner armor plates and control systems extending to make way for the Hybrid, a familiar voice came from a certain loudspeaker on the mecha.
"Taylor," The Artificial Intelligence Dragon sounded more resigned than usual, as a camera on the mech surveyed Taylor's features. "Didn't Colin tell you not to gather your father's ashes?"
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- I'm not sure
Really liking this! I remember the old Drakengard games on PS2. Also, do you plan to threadmark the chaptersin the future?
Dybbukpossesed
Falling Somewhere
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- California
I really recommend the one by The Dark Id! NIER
Also plaese tell me that Caim shows up in this! He was just so psychotically fun with how he could only communicate in bloodshed and face kicking!
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K, just for you:
He is. Also Angelus got the humanified treatment. They currently travel the world on the behalf of Hamelin
Huh. So the Hamelin Organization still exists then. Neat. Also, does that mean that Angelus is wandering around looking similar to her humanoid form, but more feminine?
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Whoops.
Sorry for the delay in chapters, got a fuckton of stuff to handle over the weekend. I promise the next will be up in the next couple of days.
Sorry for the delay in chapters, got a fuckton of stuff to handle over the weekend. I promise the next will be up in the next couple of days.
Chapter 01 - 3: Escape through the Skies
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- Void of Observation
Blarrgh. Couldn't muster the energy to advance the plot line, have an additional fight scene.
"A Primer On Hybrids:
Hybrids are young parahumans that have grown up in the wake of the 6-12 Incident. With the spread of maso particles across the world, many children born in this period were attuned to magic and thus gained a higher proficiency in its use.
In the Hamelin Organisation, this children are taken in between the ages of 12-17, immediately after their triggers, and are given vigorous training in the use of both magic and their parahuman powers, before being cleared for service after 3-5 years of such.
They, alongside many others, are one of the pillars of the Hamelin military forces, and are counted among the defenders of humanity."
Taylor looked at the mech, her mouth agape, mind trying to find an answer to satisfy Dragon. Meanwhile, Weiss spun about, looking out at the blasted cityscape - the storm of salt from the AI's bombardment had yet to fade, but already another group of Legionnaires had appeared, beginning to raise weapons.
Red walls sprung up around the group at his command, and a violent cacophony began as bullets of varying caliber began to repeatedly bounce off them. Getting the hint, Dragon quickly said, "Nevermind, let's settle this later. Get in."
Grabbing the two bars placed just outside of the cockpit, Taylor pulled herself into the mech in one swift motion, twisting about before she landed on the seat. Weiss himself flew upwards, before flying into an armored compartment just above the cockpit.
The both of them secured, the mech began to take off, legs tucking under its body and tail extending as it turned back into its 'aircraft' mode, leaving the Legionnaires below to fire their weapons impotently at the escaping craft.
Inside, as the cockpit shifted to accommodate its new shape,Taylor grabbed the control handles, reorienting herself. Symbols and rings appeared around her head as the onboard magic processes began to connect her mind directly to the systems, and her own practised reflexes took over as Dragon began to transfer control. "This is..." she began to ask.
"The Prototype Ho-229 Flight Unit that I was making, yes." Dragon replied. "Except it isn't a prototype any more - Command just authorised it for mass production, and you got the first. The authorization just came in while you were sneaking about in Brockton Bay."
"Heh." Taylor turned about the flying craft, following a preset route back to the Hamelin base. "Congratulations, I gu- Whoa!"
A gigantic red shape swooped into the views of her cameras, directly blocking her way. With a fierce thug on the controls, the aircraft pitched sharply upwards, entering a roll as its engines screeched with the effort.
Reversing course, the Flight Unit turned back into its mech form, and Taylor stared at Lung with irritation, seething at its ridiculous stamina. The Legion-claimed parahuman now hovered before the Hybrid, its pair of gossamer wings beating heavily just behind now large enough to grant it full flight. In fact, its entire body had changed - its torso, originally a massive gigantic bulk with small scales only covering parts of it, had changed into the sleek, slender, fully armored form of a mythological drake. All that was a left of its old form was the remnant of its earlier defeat - the circular scars that conspicuously poked through the rare chink in its armor.
"Exactly how many tricks does this creature have?" Weiss exclaimed from his seat. Only silence was his answer.
For what seemed like an eternity, the both of them stared at each other - with both predatory and determined eyes - before the drake snapped its head forward and released a fireball, ending the stalemate.
Snapping back into Aircraft mode, the Flight Unit rolled to the side before boosting past the creature, ducking a little to avoid its scything tail. But even as shot away, afterburners as hot as the flames they narrowly dodged, the dragon chased, its new-found form giving it the agility it needed to keep up with the Hamelin operative.
"Dragon!" Taylor yelled into her microphone. "Any help?"
"My older suits are on site, but they will take time to prepare and warm up." The AI replied cooly.
"Don't we have a parahuman that can stand up against a dragon of some sort? At the very least, don't we have any AA support at hand?!" Taylor yelled, annoyed.
"As far as this expedition is concerned, you are that parahuman. I'm your AA support - you seem to have forgotten that we were the scouting force. Did you miss a meeting or two?" Dragon queried, nonchalantly poking fun at the Hybrid's expense.
"Grrrr." With nothing left to say, Taylor returned to her attempt to get back to base, seething.
A chase in the skies began as the mech and dragon danced around each other dangerously, and a pattern between the dueling parties emerged, with the Flight Unit evading the drake and attempting to return to safe ground, only to be suddenly intercepted.
"Weiss, any ideas?"
"Perhaps. I have a reading of maso particles surrounding the dragon's wings meant to keep it afloat. I could fire a spell that would disrupt it and knock that damnable dragon out of the sky. However, that miserable cretin will simply not stay still..."
Hearing her partner's comments, Taylor gripped the control handles with determination, a plan forming in her mind. "Leave that part to me," she said, as the aircraft swerved to circle around the dragon again.
Evading another fireball for the thirty-sixth time, Taylor saw an opening, and suddenly dived towards a street, narrowly dodging the swinging arm of the dragon. With a blast of its twin thrusters, the Flight Unit shot towards the ground, before pulling up, skimming the road dangerously as it entered the miniscule space in between buildings. A set of legionnaires attempted to stand their ground, only for a barrage of pellets fly out of two apertures on the Flight Unit, turning them into clouds of ash that scattered in the Flight Unit's wake.
Just behind Taylor, the drake swooped into the street, maneuvering its wings skillfully that they skimmed the tops of buildings as its body hung underneath. Aiming its mouth at the Flight Unit, the drake opened its mouth, and a glow appeared from its throat as the fearsome creature prepared to fire another wave of fiery death.
But before the dragon could do so, the Flight Unit's thrusters stopped firing, and the entire craft went flying back, flipping over the drake as it transformed back into its humanoid form. Within the craft, Taylor grunted with the strain of trying to attempt such a complicated maneuver, as her mind attempted to translate thousands of thoughts into orders.
For what seemed like forever, the mech hovered above the dragon, in the pose of a pole vaulter. In a flash, eight crimson circles appeared around the mech, and eight blackened lances, ringed with far more runes than their red counterparts, came out of them, pointing downwards at the dragon's wings.
With a rush, all eight fired, stabbing at equidistant points along the dragon's wings. For a few moments, nothing happened save the pained screech of the creature, until a sprawling network of runes appeared all along the pair of wings, glowed with the light of a burning sun, before shattering, shooting shards of broken runic patterns and spells as the sound of shattering glass echoed through the sky, drowning out all other noises in the abandoned city.
Like a puppet with its strings cut, the drake dropped back to earth, its tail and wings flailing madly in the air. Despite falling only a small distance, its great bulk smashed the buildings below it like matchsticks, rubble tumbling everywhere as the creature rolled over the abandoned ruins.
Not waiting to see whatever happened next, Taylor turned the Flight Unit around, boosting straight for safety as she left the indignant shrieks of the dragon behind.
"Nice work, Weiss," She huffed.
"As expected." The book replied in his usual tone. "Now, all we have to do is face the music."
Taylor felt a stone spontaneously appear in her stomach, and she gulped. "God, Defiant is going to make mincemeat out of me."
"A Primer On Hybrids:
Hybrids are young parahumans that have grown up in the wake of the 6-12 Incident. With the spread of maso particles across the world, many children born in this period were attuned to magic and thus gained a higher proficiency in its use.
In the Hamelin Organisation, this children are taken in between the ages of 12-17, immediately after their triggers, and are given vigorous training in the use of both magic and their parahuman powers, before being cleared for service after 3-5 years of such.
They, alongside many others, are one of the pillars of the Hamelin military forces, and are counted among the defenders of humanity."
-Hamelin Organisation propaganda pamphlet, distributed in Fortified Cities within the North American Zone
==|Chapter 01 - 3: Escape through the Skies|==
Taylor looked at the mech, her mouth agape, mind trying to find an answer to satisfy Dragon. Meanwhile, Weiss spun about, looking out at the blasted cityscape - the storm of salt from the AI's bombardment had yet to fade, but already another group of Legionnaires had appeared, beginning to raise weapons.
Red walls sprung up around the group at his command, and a violent cacophony began as bullets of varying caliber began to repeatedly bounce off them. Getting the hint, Dragon quickly said, "Nevermind, let's settle this later. Get in."
Grabbing the two bars placed just outside of the cockpit, Taylor pulled herself into the mech in one swift motion, twisting about before she landed on the seat. Weiss himself flew upwards, before flying into an armored compartment just above the cockpit.
The both of them secured, the mech began to take off, legs tucking under its body and tail extending as it turned back into its 'aircraft' mode, leaving the Legionnaires below to fire their weapons impotently at the escaping craft.
Inside, as the cockpit shifted to accommodate its new shape,Taylor grabbed the control handles, reorienting herself. Symbols and rings appeared around her head as the onboard magic processes began to connect her mind directly to the systems, and her own practised reflexes took over as Dragon began to transfer control. "This is..." she began to ask.
"The Prototype Ho-229 Flight Unit that I was making, yes." Dragon replied. "Except it isn't a prototype any more - Command just authorised it for mass production, and you got the first. The authorization just came in while you were sneaking about in Brockton Bay."
"Heh." Taylor turned about the flying craft, following a preset route back to the Hamelin base. "Congratulations, I gu- Whoa!"
A gigantic red shape swooped into the views of her cameras, directly blocking her way. With a fierce thug on the controls, the aircraft pitched sharply upwards, entering a roll as its engines screeched with the effort.
Reversing course, the Flight Unit turned back into its mech form, and Taylor stared at Lung with irritation, seething at its ridiculous stamina. The Legion-claimed parahuman now hovered before the Hybrid, its pair of gossamer wings beating heavily just behind now large enough to grant it full flight. In fact, its entire body had changed - its torso, originally a massive gigantic bulk with small scales only covering parts of it, had changed into the sleek, slender, fully armored form of a mythological drake. All that was a left of its old form was the remnant of its earlier defeat - the circular scars that conspicuously poked through the rare chink in its armor.
"Exactly how many tricks does this creature have?" Weiss exclaimed from his seat. Only silence was his answer.
For what seemed like an eternity, the both of them stared at each other - with both predatory and determined eyes - before the drake snapped its head forward and released a fireball, ending the stalemate.
Snapping back into Aircraft mode, the Flight Unit rolled to the side before boosting past the creature, ducking a little to avoid its scything tail. But even as shot away, afterburners as hot as the flames they narrowly dodged, the dragon chased, its new-found form giving it the agility it needed to keep up with the Hamelin operative.
"Dragon!" Taylor yelled into her microphone. "Any help?"
"My older suits are on site, but they will take time to prepare and warm up." The AI replied cooly.
"Don't we have a parahuman that can stand up against a dragon of some sort? At the very least, don't we have any AA support at hand?!" Taylor yelled, annoyed.
"As far as this expedition is concerned, you are that parahuman. I'm your AA support - you seem to have forgotten that we were the scouting force. Did you miss a meeting or two?" Dragon queried, nonchalantly poking fun at the Hybrid's expense.
"Grrrr." With nothing left to say, Taylor returned to her attempt to get back to base, seething.
A chase in the skies began as the mech and dragon danced around each other dangerously, and a pattern between the dueling parties emerged, with the Flight Unit evading the drake and attempting to return to safe ground, only to be suddenly intercepted.
"Weiss, any ideas?"
"Perhaps. I have a reading of maso particles surrounding the dragon's wings meant to keep it afloat. I could fire a spell that would disrupt it and knock that damnable dragon out of the sky. However, that miserable cretin will simply not stay still..."
Hearing her partner's comments, Taylor gripped the control handles with determination, a plan forming in her mind. "Leave that part to me," she said, as the aircraft swerved to circle around the dragon again.
Evading another fireball for the thirty-sixth time, Taylor saw an opening, and suddenly dived towards a street, narrowly dodging the swinging arm of the dragon. With a blast of its twin thrusters, the Flight Unit shot towards the ground, before pulling up, skimming the road dangerously as it entered the miniscule space in between buildings. A set of legionnaires attempted to stand their ground, only for a barrage of pellets fly out of two apertures on the Flight Unit, turning them into clouds of ash that scattered in the Flight Unit's wake.
Just behind Taylor, the drake swooped into the street, maneuvering its wings skillfully that they skimmed the tops of buildings as its body hung underneath. Aiming its mouth at the Flight Unit, the drake opened its mouth, and a glow appeared from its throat as the fearsome creature prepared to fire another wave of fiery death.
But before the dragon could do so, the Flight Unit's thrusters stopped firing, and the entire craft went flying back, flipping over the drake as it transformed back into its humanoid form. Within the craft, Taylor grunted with the strain of trying to attempt such a complicated maneuver, as her mind attempted to translate thousands of thoughts into orders.
For what seemed like forever, the mech hovered above the dragon, in the pose of a pole vaulter. In a flash, eight crimson circles appeared around the mech, and eight blackened lances, ringed with far more runes than their red counterparts, came out of them, pointing downwards at the dragon's wings.
With a rush, all eight fired, stabbing at equidistant points along the dragon's wings. For a few moments, nothing happened save the pained screech of the creature, until a sprawling network of runes appeared all along the pair of wings, glowed with the light of a burning sun, before shattering, shooting shards of broken runic patterns and spells as the sound of shattering glass echoed through the sky, drowning out all other noises in the abandoned city.
Like a puppet with its strings cut, the drake dropped back to earth, its tail and wings flailing madly in the air. Despite falling only a small distance, its great bulk smashed the buildings below it like matchsticks, rubble tumbling everywhere as the creature rolled over the abandoned ruins.
Not waiting to see whatever happened next, Taylor turned the Flight Unit around, boosting straight for safety as she left the indignant shrieks of the dragon behind.
"Nice work, Weiss," She huffed.
"As expected." The book replied in his usual tone. "Now, all we have to do is face the music."
Taylor felt a stone spontaneously appear in her stomach, and she gulped. "God, Defiant is going to make mincemeat out of me."
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