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Sorry for lack of response but I think I dropping out, I've been IRL
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The first one seems to have some potential
I would suggest to stop using fantasy though, maybe martial arts could bring a breath of fresh air.
I would suggest to stop using fantasy though, maybe martial arts could bring a breath of fresh air.
((Collab between @Digmata and @Letter Bee.))
Cristina took her time making her way to the meeting place, she still could not believe her luck or the sequence of events that happened that fateful night.
When she first received that offer, she hadn't really thought much of it. The sender is probably paranoid but he wasn't the only one in her line of work, some had even made measures to keep the communications virtual through the middleman.
Who would have that the paranoid client was an officer at the New Government and he possessed the specific power to progress her three-year search? No one.
Although what she saw, had soured her joy.
Ever since that night, she had dreams of going to her prison and meeting her. What exactly would happen was up in the air.
Basillia had changed and it wasn't her white hair. She had never seen her laugh like that or be mindless during fights. It spits at her image of the kind, cheerful sister who kept her alive at that place.
For now, she pushed those thoughts away, joining the Task Force Obsidian is the clearest way for her to find and meet Basilia.
She had an obligation that entailed it, and one of those was this meeting.
Noel Alonso was 16 going on 17, although he was growing taller thanks to a growth spurt. Nevertheless, the First Lieutenant waved hi to Cristina as she approached, then said, “Freelancer Bernardino; welcome. I am First Lieutenant Noel Alonso, at your service. I trust that all was well with Mr. Malong?”
Honestly, she was pretty, just as pretty as Regil. But she probably doesn’t like him that way and there are Anti-Fraternization laws on the books. So best to put those thoughts out of his head.
He tried to divert his own feelings with a question, “So, umm… Need anything to do? I can take some time off and we can go to an eatery if you want.”
Cristina returned the wave to the lieutenant. She wasn't a social person but she knew that ignoring her seniors won't place her in good graces.
"It wasn't bad."
Ever since that eventful night, she had deferred the old man as her payment to the search. He is also the one who offered her to join the task force in exchange for assistance to her formerly search and now rescue of her sister. She quickly accepted the offer.
"Don't worry about me, I have already eaten." she waved off the man's offer preferring that they go down to business.
"I'm more interested in the purpose of this meeting."
Noel nodded, realizing that as a military man (well, boy), he needed to not beat around the bush. So he decided to be honest, “We need to get acquainted if we are to fight alongside one another. Also, your sister might be imprisoned by the Chinese in the PoW camps south of Jinghong Dam, which the ASEAN Leadership has promised to liberate in a week.”
He sighed and said, “However, thanks to this Task Force recently losing a few important volunteers and a few others contemplating a transfer, it’s going to be hard to coordinate, especially when I don’t know how well you and your powerset can mix with the others’ and mine.”
There was a small pause in Cristina’s voice as she listened to Noel's words.
"It was reasonable," she answered. God knows how many problems could be solved if people decided that they don't work alone and they could use each other's help. It's not like they needed to be friends to work together, you know!
She was glad the military didn't fall to the same fallacies.
"So what do you have in mind?" She asked as she looked around the place.
Noel was up-front, “Tell me about your powers in your own words and what tactics you use with them. Also, show me a few sample uses.”
Cristina was a little disappointed but if he wants a report he will get it.
She summoned her Sinagtala, a pitch-black blade with white spots that resemble the stars.
"First the ability to make a tear." she swung her sword, making a dark stroke that nearly covered her upper body and took some nearby empty cans. "It could absorb anything or anyone but I would need to release them after a while." She then waved the sword upwards releasing the cans before they fall down once again.
A single white orb then appeared at her back, quickly circling her while making some loops to demonstrate her control.
"This is my shooting stars, they can do two things; one is basically a grenade that no one needs here, the other…"
A sudden flash of light suddenly appears from her back, potentially blinding Noel if he wasn't on guard.
"...is a flashbang. I have a third use for my Noble Arm but I don't want to cause panic so you can know it by reading my files."
Her tone was a little teasing in contrast to her earlier professionalism. There was still a part of her that was a teenager after all.
"What about you? I showed mine, time to show yours."
Noel decided that he liked her, as a potential friend, of course, right then and there. Conjuring up his scythe, he spoke, “This is La Luna; a Lunar-themed scythe that not only acts as a weapon but also increases my speed and reflexes while affecting probability to make sure I evade bullets, grenades, and most ranged attacks, but not necessarily explosions, allowing me to get to melee range. Not only that, but I can cloak myself in magical camouflage that stops working at noontime or when confronted with a Sun-themed Noble Arm.”
He then continued, “Also, when the moon is up in the sky, including at daytime, I can copy one use of a Noble Arm power I’ve seen for how many times I saw it, but it does not work on Sun-themed NAs or various A-ranked powers. It’s debatable if it works in the New Moon, but that’s because I have a conditional A-Rank; to throw people into madness in a city-wide space on the New Moon. Note that Sun-themed Noble Arms can dispel that.”
Cristina nodded at Noel's words, those were probably the most versatile Noble Arms she ever heard. It might even match sister's first Noble Arm.
That power would surely be a huge help for her although there is one thing we need to ask.
"That madness, does it affect everyone? including us?"
Every single of Cristina's power was indiscriminate after all. One act of carelessness is all it would take for collateral damage to set in.
Noel shook his head and said, “Only those I count as my enemies, and I can exempt people from it. So no need to worry.”
Cristina let out a sigh of relief, at least she doesn't need to worry about losing her mind in a friendly fire. It felt unfair but that was life.
She looked at the empty street.
"So is that everything? I was planning to do some training after this conversation after all."
The boy’s response was, “That’s all; unless you want a training partner?”
Cristina smiled at the offer "I do need to shake off my rust. The drones are hardly the threat after all."
The smile was a little unnerving, it sounded like Cristina was excited about the prospect of training with Noel.
Or fighting him to be exact.
Cristina had been instructed to meet up with him and help with the rebuilding, and as Myron began distributing more supplies to his fellow Amerasians - Wasn't Amadeo an Amerasian too, or was he Eurasian? - Noel paused to wait for her; the days of their enforced break were running out, but he could sneak in a chat with her; from glimpses of her alone, she was one of the few girls he might be attracted to. Not that he still didn't hold a torch for Regil, but... Regil seemed to have gone off semi-permanently.
Or permanently, God forbid, Noel thought as he waited...
Cristina took her time making her way to the meeting place, she still could not believe her luck or the sequence of events that happened that fateful night.
When she first received that offer, she hadn't really thought much of it. The sender is probably paranoid but he wasn't the only one in her line of work, some had even made measures to keep the communications virtual through the middleman.
Who would have that the paranoid client was an officer at the New Government and he possessed the specific power to progress her three-year search? No one.
Although what she saw, had soured her joy.
Ever since that night, she had dreams of going to her prison and meeting her. What exactly would happen was up in the air.
Basillia had changed and it wasn't her white hair. She had never seen her laugh like that or be mindless during fights. It spits at her image of the kind, cheerful sister who kept her alive at that place.
For now, she pushed those thoughts away, joining the Task Force Obsidian is the clearest way for her to find and meet Basilia.
She had an obligation that entailed it, and one of those was this meeting.
Noel Alonso was 16 going on 17, although he was growing taller thanks to a growth spurt. Nevertheless, the First Lieutenant waved hi to Cristina as she approached, then said, “Freelancer Bernardino; welcome. I am First Lieutenant Noel Alonso, at your service. I trust that all was well with Mr. Malong?”
Honestly, she was pretty, just as pretty as Regil. But she probably doesn’t like him that way and there are Anti-Fraternization laws on the books. So best to put those thoughts out of his head.
He tried to divert his own feelings with a question, “So, umm… Need anything to do? I can take some time off and we can go to an eatery if you want.”
Cristina returned the wave to the lieutenant. She wasn't a social person but she knew that ignoring her seniors won't place her in good graces.
"It wasn't bad."
Ever since that eventful night, she had deferred the old man as her payment to the search. He is also the one who offered her to join the task force in exchange for assistance to her formerly search and now rescue of her sister. She quickly accepted the offer.
"Don't worry about me, I have already eaten." she waved off the man's offer preferring that they go down to business.
"I'm more interested in the purpose of this meeting."
Noel nodded, realizing that as a military man (well, boy), he needed to not beat around the bush. So he decided to be honest, “We need to get acquainted if we are to fight alongside one another. Also, your sister might be imprisoned by the Chinese in the PoW camps south of Jinghong Dam, which the ASEAN Leadership has promised to liberate in a week.”
He sighed and said, “However, thanks to this Task Force recently losing a few important volunteers and a few others contemplating a transfer, it’s going to be hard to coordinate, especially when I don’t know how well you and your powerset can mix with the others’ and mine.”
There was a small pause in Cristina’s voice as she listened to Noel's words.
"It was reasonable," she answered. God knows how many problems could be solved if people decided that they don't work alone and they could use each other's help. It's not like they needed to be friends to work together, you know!
She was glad the military didn't fall to the same fallacies.
"So what do you have in mind?" She asked as she looked around the place.
Noel was up-front, “Tell me about your powers in your own words and what tactics you use with them. Also, show me a few sample uses.”
Cristina was a little disappointed but if he wants a report he will get it.
She summoned her Sinagtala, a pitch-black blade with white spots that resemble the stars.
"First the ability to make a tear." she swung her sword, making a dark stroke that nearly covered her upper body and took some nearby empty cans. "It could absorb anything or anyone but I would need to release them after a while." She then waved the sword upwards releasing the cans before they fall down once again.
A single white orb then appeared at her back, quickly circling her while making some loops to demonstrate her control.
"This is my shooting stars, they can do two things; one is basically a grenade that no one needs here, the other…"
A sudden flash of light suddenly appears from her back, potentially blinding Noel if he wasn't on guard.
"...is a flashbang. I have a third use for my Noble Arm but I don't want to cause panic so you can know it by reading my files."
Her tone was a little teasing in contrast to her earlier professionalism. There was still a part of her that was a teenager after all.
"What about you? I showed mine, time to show yours."
Noel decided that he liked her, as a potential friend, of course, right then and there. Conjuring up his scythe, he spoke, “This is La Luna; a Lunar-themed scythe that not only acts as a weapon but also increases my speed and reflexes while affecting probability to make sure I evade bullets, grenades, and most ranged attacks, but not necessarily explosions, allowing me to get to melee range. Not only that, but I can cloak myself in magical camouflage that stops working at noontime or when confronted with a Sun-themed Noble Arm.”
He then continued, “Also, when the moon is up in the sky, including at daytime, I can copy one use of a Noble Arm power I’ve seen for how many times I saw it, but it does not work on Sun-themed NAs or various A-ranked powers. It’s debatable if it works in the New Moon, but that’s because I have a conditional A-Rank; to throw people into madness in a city-wide space on the New Moon. Note that Sun-themed Noble Arms can dispel that.”
Cristina nodded at Noel's words, those were probably the most versatile Noble Arms she ever heard. It might even match sister's first Noble Arm.
That power would surely be a huge help for her although there is one thing we need to ask.
"That madness, does it affect everyone? including us?"
Every single of Cristina's power was indiscriminate after all. One act of carelessness is all it would take for collateral damage to set in.
Noel shook his head and said, “Only those I count as my enemies, and I can exempt people from it. So no need to worry.”
Cristina let out a sigh of relief, at least she doesn't need to worry about losing her mind in a friendly fire. It felt unfair but that was life.
She looked at the empty street.
"So is that everything? I was planning to do some training after this conversation after all."
The boy’s response was, “That’s all; unless you want a training partner?”
Cristina smiled at the offer "I do need to shake off my rust. The drones are hardly the threat after all."
The smile was a little unnerving, it sounded like Cristina was excited about the prospect of training with Noel.
Or fighting him to be exact.
I think we should start making a discord of sorts.
Also @TheNoCoKid about the image?
Also @TheNoCoKid about the image?
The clock's ticking was the only sound that could be heard across the room. The room was quite cold but the sole occupant of the room was not bothered.
Assignments done, his reports had already been written and printed, his part for their group assignment...
...he still needs to wait for everyone else's parts but it would be trivially easy once they came.
And with every single schoolwork that requires immediate attention out of the way he could finally go back to his hobbies.
Namely card games, but unfortunately not on motorcycles or virtual reality.
Closing the tabs on his laptop, he quickly opened an application on his computer.
[Dominion Master Online]
[Friend Chat- You are now conversing with EndlessWest]
Pierrotee: You ready?
EndlessWest: Oh, you’re finally online. Ranked is boring now. All Dominions nothing else.
Pierrotee: You’re playing Dominion as well.
EndlessWest: Doesn’t matter, you’re like the only person not going to play it. Worst Meta Ever.
Pierrotee: I’m pretty sure the meta was not that lopsided.
Endless West: You’re the only established player bringing something else. Evrybody else is meta slave.
Pierrotee: cept CapCrown
Endless West: He is a given, praise the meme
Pierrotee: So ready play?
Endless: Yes, already sent decklist and sideboard
It took a minute but he also sent his decklist and sideboard.
He played a few games for a while. He won more games than he lost which is something that worked but didn’t expect.
EndlessWest: Your sideboarding and cold reading was bs, you’re is also very aggressive.
Pierrotee: Need to, can’t let you get a room to breath.
EndlessWest: Need to update my sideboard, can’t let you win easily after all
Pierrotee: easfdtefaweE
EndessWest: Are you alright?
A day later, the community will learn of Pierrotee’s unusual death from a truck that was somehow sent to the second floor of his residence.
As a form of tribute, various players would play a variation of his deck at the tournament he was supposed to play. Many would fall in the group stage, not used to circumventing the deck's drawbacks. But those who played wiselty and boldly found themselves to be unstoppable against others.
With the winner EndlessWest, dedicated his win to him.
But the story of the man who died wasn’t over.
Beyond the physical world, he opened his eyes. Name was forgotten but the man was still there.
Assignments done, his reports had already been written and printed, his part for their group assignment...
...he still needs to wait for everyone else's parts but it would be trivially easy once they came.
And with every single schoolwork that requires immediate attention out of the way he could finally go back to his hobbies.
Namely card games, but unfortunately not on motorcycles or virtual reality.
Closing the tabs on his laptop, he quickly opened an application on his computer.
[Dominion Master Online]
[Friend Chat- You are now conversing with EndlessWest]
Pierrotee: You ready?
EndlessWest: Oh, you’re finally online. Ranked is boring now. All Dominions nothing else.
Pierrotee: You’re playing Dominion as well.
EndlessWest: Doesn’t matter, you’re like the only person not going to play it. Worst Meta Ever.
Pierrotee: I’m pretty sure the meta was not that lopsided.
Endless West: You’re the only established player bringing something else. Evrybody else is meta slave.
Pierrotee: cept CapCrown
Endless West: He is a given, praise the meme
Pierrotee: So ready play?
Endless: Yes, already sent decklist and sideboard
It took a minute but he also sent his decklist and sideboard.
He played a few games for a while. He won more games than he lost which is something that worked but didn’t expect.
EndlessWest: Your sideboarding and cold reading was bs, you’re is also very aggressive.
Pierrotee: Need to, can’t let you get a room to breath.
EndlessWest: Need to update my sideboard, can’t let you win easily after all
Pierrotee: easfdtefaweE
EndessWest: Are you alright?
A day later, the community will learn of Pierrotee’s unusual death from a truck that was somehow sent to the second floor of his residence.
As a form of tribute, various players would play a variation of his deck at the tournament he was supposed to play. Many would fall in the group stage, not used to circumventing the deck's drawbacks. But those who played wiselty and boldly found themselves to be unstoppable against others.
With the winner EndlessWest, dedicated his win to him.
But the story of the man who died wasn’t over.
Beyond the physical world, he opened his eyes. Name was forgotten but the man was still there.
Balibago, Angeles City, Philippines - 10/18/2022, 20:56 UTC+8
Cristina's hunch was soon proven correct as she finally hears the motors of another drone. Admittedly she won't hear it if she was joining everybody else at stopping the attack but she knew what she was searching for this entire time. Just a little turn and right there!
Another drone was flying in the guise of the night sky, silently recording everything that had taken place.
She cut it in half before bringing the pieces back to the rooftop. If everything was accounted for, the military should have the remains of the machine at their custody by the end of this mess.
There was still that familiar buzz from the drones motors, it was weaker and yet at the same time clearer.
One left.
She continued moving around the rooftops finally finding the last of the drones. She was still disappointed that they couldn't fight back.
She might as well toy with it as a finale.
She jumped at the drone, blocking the camera with her face sporting a confident grin as they slowly descended. Soon a ring of Shooting Stars surrounded them before closing in as she somersaults to the ground
Behind her an eye catching explosion erupted, everyone around the area should be looking at her direction right now, it doesn’t matter, it's not like her entire life story was hidden to anyone willing to spare a few moments and connections.
"Mission Complete."
What now?
Cristina's hunch was soon proven correct as she finally hears the motors of another drone. Admittedly she won't hear it if she was joining everybody else at stopping the attack but she knew what she was searching for this entire time. Just a little turn and right there!
Another drone was flying in the guise of the night sky, silently recording everything that had taken place.
She cut it in half before bringing the pieces back to the rooftop. If everything was accounted for, the military should have the remains of the machine at their custody by the end of this mess.
There was still that familiar buzz from the drones motors, it was weaker and yet at the same time clearer.
One left.
She continued moving around the rooftops finally finding the last of the drones. She was still disappointed that they couldn't fight back.
She might as well toy with it as a finale.
She jumped at the drone, blocking the camera with her face sporting a confident grin as they slowly descended. Soon a ring of Shooting Stars surrounded them before closing in as she somersaults to the ground
Behind her an eye catching explosion erupted, everyone around the area should be looking at her direction right now, it doesn’t matter, it's not like her entire life story was hidden to anyone willing to spare a few moments and connections.
"Mission Complete."
What now?
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