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| Topic Started: Oct 5 2005, 02:16 AM (795 Views) | |
| Solo | Oct 5 2005, 02:16 AM Post #1 |
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Prologue: Wanderer’s Tale Many were the years I spent wandering in the northern lands, a deserted, barren shadow of its former glory. Long ago in ancient history, it was the base of a powerful demon kingdom, one that tore itself apart in ferocious civil war. Now, nothing remains except dead land, abandoned by the demons, avoided by man. Ever since I joined the Brotherhood of Tyasuh Py’ha to protect the boarders of my country, I have felt a strange calling to the north, some vague force beckoning to me, drawing me into the Ryedt Plains. I applied for a transfer from my post in the south, and spent a decade traveling the many leagues between the Gelidas Mountains on the northern boundaries of the Plains, to the Starmirror Lake in on the southern boarder, from the Morior Forest in the west to the edges of demon territory in the east. Every time I turned my back on the cursed, ruined land, I felt something call out to me, back to the crumbling cities built my demon hands, back to the poisoned woods and dead lakes scattered about the domain. As I neared my eleventh year in the Ryedt Plains, I happened upon one of the devastate cities of the Old Empire. I made my way to one of the few buildings with roof intact, and set up camp in one of the interior rooms. Why I chose to sleep in that place I do not know; there were safer, sturdier buildings to be found elsewhere. However, I felt a certain attraction to the place. Something told me it would be beneficial to me if I slept there. I do not know how long I slept, but the sky was still dark when I awoke. Voices outside my door whispered and hissed. My guard ward was emitting a steady flow of heat, a sign that dark forces were near. Choosing to forgo the safety of my defenses, I crept nearer to the door, the better to eavesdrop on the other side. The language I could not understand, though it was evil and wicked, full of malice and cruelty. As I listened, the door shook and shattered as one of the Others charged in. Man high, it was an incoherent shape of black energy. I quickly drew my pistol from its holster, and planted several sure shots in its center. The shape moaned as if it were in pain, before vanishing. No longer safe, I cleared my room and moved onto the next, in a hurry to secure my surroundings and move out. Immediately opposite my room, I came face to face with an enormous rift in the wall; how I could have missed it, I cannot guess. I felt evil, corruption, and danger in there, yet there was something more. I had to find out what it was that attracted me so; if I left this mystery behind me, I could never forgive myself. I packed up the few possessions that I had with me and readied myself for whatever I might come across in the shadows. Picking up my rifle, I aimed the barrel at the heart of the rift, and cautiously made my way over. And like a fool, I went in. |
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| Tyroki | Oct 5 2005, 03:06 AM Post #2 |
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... That was nearly mesmerising... A few mistakes here and there, but holy crap @_@; I'll be gladly awaiting another installment, hoping very much that there will be another.Keep it going Solo, and excellent work! *Waits impatiently for the next one* |
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| mango | Oct 5 2005, 07:32 AM Post #3 |
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pretty damn nice |
 Special Thanks to False Hope for making this GIF | |
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| Solo | Oct 5 2005, 11:16 PM Post #4 |
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Chapter one: Initiate “Goddamit, Casull, wake up!” Zhang Miao hit her partner Fredric Allan Casull on the head with the latest issue of “Small Arms Review”, bringing him back to consciousness immediately. “W-we are in Japan?” He asked, trying and failing to stifle a large yawn. “We touched down five minutes ago.” Zhang gestured to the almost empty cabin. “You gonna move your ass so I can get out or what? We gotta job to do here, ya’ know.” “Rock Splitting Sword!” Motoko Aoyama channeled every ounce of power she possessed into her sword’s blade, completely obliterating the large boulder in front of her. Panting, she drew her kendo outfit closer to her body, guarding against the cold Hinata winter. “I am pleased to see that your skills have improved greatly since out last encounter,” noted Tsuruko pleasantly, stepping into the training area. “I wish I could congratulate you more, but time is of the essence. We face... there are dark times ahead of us.” “Sister, what do you mean? What has gone wrong in the few weeks since I have seen you last?” Motoko asked, sheathing her sword and leaning against the remaining boulder in the arena. Tsuroko frowned. “I have received disturbing... reports from certain.... sources of mine. As you have no doubt notices, there has been an unusual amount of strange occurrences this week. I have good reason to suspect that demons are involved in many, if not all, of them.” “And if they are, we shall have to find and stop them, I assume?” Motoko raised here eyebrow, knowing what the answer would be. “So be it. When do we leave?” |
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| Dyehard | Oct 6 2005, 01:25 AM Post #5 |
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Ah yes. Take witness Tyroki. This is one of the best fanfic writers alive. Looking good man. Can't wait to hear about my hero ^^ |
 
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| Tyroki | Oct 6 2005, 01:53 AM Post #6 |
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Damn... As much as I love Love Hina, and I do a HELL of alot... That prologue looked as though it could have become one hell of a story in itself, and perhaps even book material O.o; Keep going with this fanfic, as I will read it no matter what (It's reallly good ^0^) but... If I may make a suggestion Solo... Take that prologue of yours, and turn it into a story of it's own, as that seriously was a mean start-up worthy of becoming a different story all together @_@; I mean... That style of writing is no doubt novel worthy O.o; I envy your talent. |
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| Solo | Oct 6 2005, 06:15 AM Post #7 |
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yes, ph33r m4 l33t skillz! Chapter 2: Moving out “They drowned last night?” Casull asked one of the bystanders on the beachfront in his own unique brand English. “Yes, three college students swimming last night, not come back. They gear found in water this morning, police divers look for them.” The bystander sighed before continuing in his accented English. “Sad. I think they Tokyo U Students. Wasted talent.” Zhang Miao nodded as she sipped her coke. “Come on, let’s get a closer look. A burst of demonic energy was reported here last night. This could be it.” Closely observing the recovery efforts from he beach were Motoko and Tsuroko Aoyama, who had also received notice of unusual activity surrounding the deaths. As they were discussing the various situations in which demons might choose to manifest themselves, a great outcry came from one of the police boats conducting the search. A diver had just emerged from the water, gesturing hysterically at something below him. One of the sailors tossed him a line, and he dove back under. A few moments later, he re-appeared, and the police boat started hauling up something from beneath the water. Motoko gasped as she saw what the police dragged up, and even Tsuroko lost her calm demeanor. Tied to the other end of the rope was the body of a dead diver, one of those that had participated in the search. His mask was torn off his face, dangling about his neck. Clutching onto him were the long dead bodies of three young men, their expressions horrifying and chilling with death. The same thought went through the mind of everyone present: “How could dead men drown a diver?” |
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| Tyroki | Oct 6 2005, 01:27 PM Post #8 |
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>.> Even I can answer that... >.> The living dead. A short burst of demonic energy could cause such a thing to happy. ^-^ Yay for being a geek. Well done Solo, I demand more I tell you! Moore! >.> In other words... *Grins* Can ya' keep it flowing? I'm enjoyin' the read. |
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| hinarei | Oct 6 2005, 07:52 PM Post #9 |
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hmm... intriguing. Reckon this could be a great short story. Keep it goin'! I'm wondering what inspired you to write this one, Solo? |
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*Su waits til Tama has children before she eats her* "I'm not evil, I'm just hungry!" Kaolla Suu, ah wish ye were whisky, ah would drink ye dry!  Thanks Ariel!! 
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| Solo | Oct 6 2005, 10:23 PM Post #10 |
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I just felt like creating a kickass, unconventional character, semi-inspired by Iori Yagami. |
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| mango | Oct 7 2005, 08:10 AM Post #11 |
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yagami totally pwns ^^ i am with you on this one, solo |
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| hinarei | Oct 7 2005, 08:20 PM Post #12 |
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good idea Solo... great inspiration there. Good luck with it 
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*Su waits til Tama has children before she eats her* "I'm not evil, I'm just hungry!" Kaolla Suu, ah wish ye were whisky, ah would drink ye dry! Thanks Ariel!!
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| Solo | Oct 7 2005, 10:12 PM Post #13 |
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Chapter 3 Casull was not in a good mood. Zhang Miao had just sprayed a mouthful of Coke on his back as she watched the recovery of the four bodies. He was now wet, sticky, and needed a new shirt. On the positive side, the bodies were just zombies, so all he would have to do later would be to use his Shadow Fire and burn them into ashes. A routine procedure; done properly, it would only take 3 minutes. The implications of this, though, were more troublesome. Zombies had not made a major appearance in the Japanese Islands for a hundred years, yet three of them had been created less than 12 hours ago. It seemed the demons were going to make a bid for power again. All for the better for him; it had been too long since he had tasted demon’s blood. Sometimes he felt like laughing at himself for his “bloodlust”. He had applied for a non-combat assignment to get away from the fighting, closest he could get to a vacation, and yet, just one month into his break, he was yearning for battle again. “What am I going to do with myself,” he silently mused. |
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| Solo | Oct 9 2005, 06:41 AM Post #14 |
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Chapter 4: We Got Movement The mortician was understandably nervous about having to perform the autopsies of the drowned students. Although not a superstitious man by nature, and more than used to working around dead bodies, knowing that the three corpses before him had somehow killed a police diver did not make him enthusiastic about the task. As he debated whether or not to keep a shotgun handy in case the corpses became too lively for his tastes, the back of his head met with the cold steel butt of a 1911 pistol. Casull holstered his handgun and dragged the mortician into a corner of the room while Zhang stood guard at the entrance. Hurriedly, Casull drew the three bodies together and thrust his palm forward at them. Breathing heavily, he conjured up a small ball of black fire in front of his and, and prepared to incinerate the bodies with it. Before he could release it, he felt a strong aura of ki right behind him, and turned around to see two women break into the room and engage Zhang in combat. Casull’s eyes widened as he noticed both of them held swords. Forgetting that Zhang was an accomplished martial artist, Casull’s instincts took over as he planted himself squarely in front of the women, and catch her sword’s blade with the palms of his hands. Sliding his right hand down the blade, he concentrated all his strength into his arms and pushed in opposite directions with his hands, shattering the blade into two. As both his hands crossed his chest, Casull jumped up and landed a flying kick directly in the pit of his opponent’s stomach, knocking her back towards the other assailant. Motoko saw her sister come flying back towards her in a flurry of motion, and tried her best to dodge. She was knocked off balance by her sister’s body, but regained control as she charged forwards. Her training had covered extensively how to dispatch both humans and demons with the greatest speed. Motoko wasn’t sure what had prevented her sister from cutting down the man in front of her, but it should have been easy to overcome an unarmed opponent. Casull was a strong believer in the philosophy of “A strong offense is the best defense”. Not waiting for the second woman to come any closer, he dashed forward and launched a vicious low kick aimed at Motoko’s knee. As his right shin made contact with Motoko’s outer knee, her leg collapsed and she fell backwards onto the ground. As she fell, Casull noticed that her head was facing straight up, and instinctively brought his right fist hammering down on Motoko’s forehead, sending her pummeling headfirst into the floor. Leaping back, he raised his head and did a scan of the area, in case someone else should attack. To his left, he noticed Zhang rushing towards the first woman, not to attack, but to help her up. Puzzled, he heard Zhang hastily utter what sounded like an apology. Not understanding Japanese, Casull hung back, ready to re-engage if necessary. The woman and Zhang seemed to reach an understanding, as he saw them relax. Zhang motioned for Casull to come forward, as she walked over to help the second assailant off the ground. “What happened?” Casull asked, in his usual laconic fashion. Zhang grinned sheepishly as she lifted her charge to her feet. “Casull, these are the Aoyama sisters, some of the last demon hunters in Japan. We tried to get in contact with them before the mission started, but couldn’t reach them.” “Charmed to meet you two. I apologies for our, ahem, unusual introduction. I hope I didn’t leave a bad first impression?” Casull bowed slightly towards the elder Aoyama. “Not at all,” Tsuroko bowed and replied with an unusually accurate grasp of the English system of pronunciation. “It has been a long time since I’ve met a warrior with skills as formidable as yours.” “It was mostly luck. I was exhausted after the second bout.” Casull shrugged. “I’d love to hear more of your self deprecating stories, but this young lady here really needs to get some medical attention,” Zhang huffed, dragging Motoko towards the door. “Might I suggest you dispose of the zombies now? We can talk later. |
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| Tyroki | Oct 10 2005, 05:36 AM Post #15 |
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O.O That was excellent! A very interesting chapter ^-^ Poor Motoko though >.> It was as though she was naught but a ragdoll... She hasn't been writing instead of training again has she? ^-^ But for her Sister to lose also? >.> Well... Can't say it hasn't happened before, but that was easy @_@ That guy must be excellent >.> Thou must continue thy fanfic, for I shalt read it! ^0^ Continue sir Story teller, for it be thy destiny. |
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