Coming Out Of Her Cage And She's Doing Just Fine
Small Nerd
Meganekko
- Location
- Out There
- Pronouns
- She/Her
What time is it? Where am I?
Dark, dark, dark, that's what this place is. Quiet too. Well, it would be if someone didn't keep yammering at me. This lady whose head I'm stuck to is crazy. I'd be too if I got revived out of nowhere. No, wait, I was revived out of nowhere too. That's the trouble with this state I'm in, I can't keep track of time properly. And I've got an awful itch I can't scratch, right where our heads are joined. It's driving me crazy. I guess I'm the right partner for this "Fukua" woman after all. Just a pair of crazy people, heads squished together but still not truly united in any way that matters. It'd be poetic if I wasn't living it. Oh, a noise. Shrill, but that's all I can say. And the darkness is lightening. Maybe we're being let out of our prison?
Metal, metal everywhere, and a few people standing over us. Fukua fell on a floor, I suppose. She fell forward, though, so I can see them. A couple of women, a man, and a mountain of muscle. They all seem surprised to see me and my "partner." Maybe they're breaking us out. I should probably thank them, Fukua's yapping was getting to me, and she's actually shut up for once because of these people.
"Thanks for letting us out," I say. "My friend here was getting antsy. It's lucky I don't have ears or she'd have talked them off a long time ago."
"You're... welcome?" The man says. He seems nervous. Which is fair, we must make a pretty bad sight.
"What are your names?" One of the women asks, one with red hair and a face that screams "Do what I say or you'll regret it."
"I'm Fukua," the lady in question says as she stands up, finally remembering how to speak. "And the Parasite on my head is Shamone. Who are you?"
"I am Princess Parasoul of the Canopy Kingdom," the redhead says. "These three are part of my... retinue, the Black Egrets. We have been investigating the man who summoned your spirits from the afterlife for unrelated crimes and learned about you. Do you wish to be returned to rest? If not, I will do whatever is in my power to help the two of you make lives for yourselves in the current day."
"Current day?" Fukua asks. "How long have we been dead?"
Parasoul pauses. I can't see her face now, but I imagine she looks unhappy about what she's got to say.
"We don't know for certain," she says. "But it seems to have been several centuries since the two of you died. Possibly even millennia. I'm honestly surprised we can understand each other."
"What?" Fukua says. Or I do. Maybe both of us. Centuries after our death? That- How- What do we do? All either of us knows now is... each other.
Huh.
"As I said before, if the two of you wish to continue living, I will do whatever I can to help you both get adjusted to this time," Parasoul tells us. "And as the princess of one of the most powerful countries in the world, 'what I can do' is very broad."
"And the fact that both of us were famous warriors in our time has nothing to do with your generosity, I'm sure," I say. Whatever this new age is like, the people in it probably haven't changed much from the ones I knew before. Royalty loves having pet warriors, the stronger the better.
"I would be lying if I said that wasn't a factor," Parasoul admits. "But I do also think it's only right that I offer my aid to you. The man who revived you was supposed to be working for my government. I failed to make sure he wouldn't commit an outrage like necromancy of the unwilling, so I need to make amends."
Well, that's interesting. A royal project that had the resources to revive two spirits and smush them together? There can't be many problems they'd do that for. As a matter of fact, the only thing I could think of that would demand the resources for necromancy and decide to revive a pair of warriors with complementary skills would be...
"You need someone to fight the Skullgirl," Fukua says. Quick on the uptake, she is. That's my partner!
"We always do," Parasoul says. "But we're not so desperate that we need to stoop to necromancy. If you want to return to your rest, we'll do that for you."
"Well, I can't speak for my other half," I say. "But I'm not opposed to going up against a new Skullgirl. Though seeing as how I'm a Parasite, I know that'd be tricky without a host. If Fukua wants to go back to the big sleep, I'll go too. I won't keep her from it."
"Thanks, Shamone," Fukua says. "But I think I'll stay alive for now. I haven't felt this good in a long time. If we have to fight a Skullgirl, well, I think the two of us can manage."
"All right, then, partner," I say. "Let's see what the new times are like, and then..."
Fukua and I speak as one.
"Let's go hunting."
A/N: Fukua and Shamone don't have very defined personalities, at least nothing that can be taken entirely seriously. I'm doing my best to give them personalities that fit what we can see of them in-game, but half of Fukua's stuff is a rip-off of what Filia's got, and Shamone doesn't even have any lines except for stuff recycled from Samson, so I'm very much winging it. Also, if any of you all have ideas for how Fukua and Shamone could look in this quest (since Brain Drain doesn't have any reason to clone Filia specifically), feel free to offer them. I've deliberately left their appearance vague (aside from Shamone being on Fukua's head) because I don't have any firm ideas for it myself. And don't worry about when you might run into them, they need a while to catch up with the modern age first.
Dark, dark, dark, that's what this place is. Quiet too. Well, it would be if someone didn't keep yammering at me. This lady whose head I'm stuck to is crazy. I'd be too if I got revived out of nowhere. No, wait, I was revived out of nowhere too. That's the trouble with this state I'm in, I can't keep track of time properly. And I've got an awful itch I can't scratch, right where our heads are joined. It's driving me crazy. I guess I'm the right partner for this "Fukua" woman after all. Just a pair of crazy people, heads squished together but still not truly united in any way that matters. It'd be poetic if I wasn't living it. Oh, a noise. Shrill, but that's all I can say. And the darkness is lightening. Maybe we're being let out of our prison?
Metal, metal everywhere, and a few people standing over us. Fukua fell on a floor, I suppose. She fell forward, though, so I can see them. A couple of women, a man, and a mountain of muscle. They all seem surprised to see me and my "partner." Maybe they're breaking us out. I should probably thank them, Fukua's yapping was getting to me, and she's actually shut up for once because of these people.
"Thanks for letting us out," I say. "My friend here was getting antsy. It's lucky I don't have ears or she'd have talked them off a long time ago."
"You're... welcome?" The man says. He seems nervous. Which is fair, we must make a pretty bad sight.
"What are your names?" One of the women asks, one with red hair and a face that screams "Do what I say or you'll regret it."
"I'm Fukua," the lady in question says as she stands up, finally remembering how to speak. "And the Parasite on my head is Shamone. Who are you?"
"I am Princess Parasoul of the Canopy Kingdom," the redhead says. "These three are part of my... retinue, the Black Egrets. We have been investigating the man who summoned your spirits from the afterlife for unrelated crimes and learned about you. Do you wish to be returned to rest? If not, I will do whatever is in my power to help the two of you make lives for yourselves in the current day."
"Current day?" Fukua asks. "How long have we been dead?"
Parasoul pauses. I can't see her face now, but I imagine she looks unhappy about what she's got to say.
"We don't know for certain," she says. "But it seems to have been several centuries since the two of you died. Possibly even millennia. I'm honestly surprised we can understand each other."
"What?" Fukua says. Or I do. Maybe both of us. Centuries after our death? That- How- What do we do? All either of us knows now is... each other.
Huh.
"As I said before, if the two of you wish to continue living, I will do whatever I can to help you both get adjusted to this time," Parasoul tells us. "And as the princess of one of the most powerful countries in the world, 'what I can do' is very broad."
"And the fact that both of us were famous warriors in our time has nothing to do with your generosity, I'm sure," I say. Whatever this new age is like, the people in it probably haven't changed much from the ones I knew before. Royalty loves having pet warriors, the stronger the better.
"I would be lying if I said that wasn't a factor," Parasoul admits. "But I do also think it's only right that I offer my aid to you. The man who revived you was supposed to be working for my government. I failed to make sure he wouldn't commit an outrage like necromancy of the unwilling, so I need to make amends."
Well, that's interesting. A royal project that had the resources to revive two spirits and smush them together? There can't be many problems they'd do that for. As a matter of fact, the only thing I could think of that would demand the resources for necromancy and decide to revive a pair of warriors with complementary skills would be...
"You need someone to fight the Skullgirl," Fukua says. Quick on the uptake, she is. That's my partner!
"We always do," Parasoul says. "But we're not so desperate that we need to stoop to necromancy. If you want to return to your rest, we'll do that for you."
"Well, I can't speak for my other half," I say. "But I'm not opposed to going up against a new Skullgirl. Though seeing as how I'm a Parasite, I know that'd be tricky without a host. If Fukua wants to go back to the big sleep, I'll go too. I won't keep her from it."
"Thanks, Shamone," Fukua says. "But I think I'll stay alive for now. I haven't felt this good in a long time. If we have to fight a Skullgirl, well, I think the two of us can manage."
"All right, then, partner," I say. "Let's see what the new times are like, and then..."
Fukua and I speak as one.
"Let's go hunting."
A/N: Fukua and Shamone don't have very defined personalities, at least nothing that can be taken entirely seriously. I'm doing my best to give them personalities that fit what we can see of them in-game, but half of Fukua's stuff is a rip-off of what Filia's got, and Shamone doesn't even have any lines except for stuff recycled from Samson, so I'm very much winging it. Also, if any of you all have ideas for how Fukua and Shamone could look in this quest (since Brain Drain doesn't have any reason to clone Filia specifically), feel free to offer them. I've deliberately left their appearance vague (aside from Shamone being on Fukua's head) because I don't have any firm ideas for it myself. And don't worry about when you might run into them, they need a while to catch up with the modern age first.