So Arashi's basically half Patriot, half Batman.Originally Posted by Five_X
So Arashi's basically half Patriot, half Batman.
wait what
Unfortunately, that might be most of what you'll see of her. Unless the BLDF heads north or southward, we won't be seeing much of the North or South of BL anytime soon.
Yea... Up till two weeks ago I still thought it's = possessive. I've learned the difference now but dang it habits die hard.
Thought process:
Alright... lets see... whats a gigantic city I can use here... New York? nah... to cliche... Oh, I know! ME3 had an uber-city composed of Seattle and Vancouver. That's huge! Hmm... Well I suppose I should throw in an east coast city so it's not too North West Coast centric. Eh, whatever. No one will care anyways.
Continuation of mine previous snippets :3
Anyone that would like a cameo or would like to make an appearance do plz gimme a PM and we can work something out.
Hope ye guys like readin' it.
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Santo sprinted down the nigh endless staircase of the MSLD fluff tower, for once damming his many contributions which had caused the tower to be the most prominent among the thread’s structures.
He had to get to the floor and check up on the left flank. If even fraggle was down, then the attack must have been fierce indeed. Not only that, but MSLD’s left flank protected the link to Fate/Night Sky. If MSLD were to fall, FNS was their last ditch defense. They could not afford to let it fall to enemy hands.
It could be that not even the uprising of the lurkers would be enough to plug that hole in their defenses; they’d need all the backup they could get. And while Santo considered himself an adequate sniper, he much preferred the thick of the fighting.
Blast his Tank tendencies.
Santo finally reached the bottom floor and sprinted to the Daneel building. The structure was relatively new, but the size and complexity of its content ensured that it was held dearly by the denizens of MSLD, giving it a place in the heart of the massive structure. This also made it the best nexus from which to reach any part of the thread.
“U mad?” Sibilated a strange voice before Santo’s feet were knocked out from under him, sending him tumbling to the floor.
Without bothering to stand, Santo aimed the barrel of the M1911 in the Troll’s direction and repeatedly pulled the trigger, sending the seven .45 APC full metal jacket rounds into the walls and ceiling. A few of the bullets ricocheting around the hall, but the troll was nowhere to be seen.
Without warning the lights of the room went out. The whispered laughs and perceived insults echoed around the area, causing Santo to scramble to pull out and light a flare. Instead of lighting up the entire hallway as it was supposed to, the green-tinted light created a solid ten foot circle around the mercenary, the unnatural shadow created by the troll consuming all else.
“U mad?” Whispered the creature behind Santo, causing him to turn and fire two shots into the wall behind him. The light of muzzle flashes quickly consumed by the black curtain the troll had set up.
“U missed st00p1d!1!1!OnE~!” Came the creatures mocking voice from somewhere down the hall.
“Godsdamn it! Come into the light coward! I don’t have the time to deal with the likes of you!” Screamed Santo as he reloaded. In his confusion, haste, and fury, having forgotten the number one rule when dealing with the disgusting entities.
Don’t feed the troll.
A knife composed of hurtful nonsensical declarations hurled itself out of the unnatural darkness and ricocheted off Santo’s backplate, causing him to stumble forward a step. Two more came out of the darkness in front of him, embedding themselves into the belly of his armor and knocking the breath out of him while a third came out of the darkness to his right and cut the barrel of his pistol in two. Santo’s feet tangled in the flare, sending him to the floor where he sat with his back against the wall.
“U mad? U Mad? U mAD? U MAD!?”
Santo materialized a machine pistol, a Glock 19 settling into his grip. He then swept it in front of him in an arc, emptying the thirty-three 9mm full metal jacket rounds in a space of two seconds. His reckless firing was rewarded by the troll momentarily shutting its mouth and emitting a pained whimper before its maddened whispers resumed.
Santo dipped his hand into his hollow point pocket and fished out a reload, he would repeat the process till the thing permanently shut up. At least, that was the plan.
The heavy blow to the side of Santo’s head that concussed him showed him the flaws in his plan. The ugly little creature fell upon him in a frenzy, Santo barely managing to bring his arms up to protect his head and neck from the troll’s frenzied strikes.
The numerous slashes of the troll’s knife began to rip through his armored sleeves, their heavy impacts rattling against the bones of his forearms. In desperation, Santo locked his hands around the troll’s knife hand, locking the arm in place. In return, the troll clamped its offhand around Santo’s neck and proceeded to squeeze.
As the world began to darken little by little, Santo’s arms began to lose strength. The knife drawing closer and closer to Santo’s neck, one painful inch at a time, until its trembling tip rested a hairsbreadth away from Santo’s skin.
Santo struggled, trying to get the troll off him, but it was too little too late. He would die, no matter what he did.
“U maaaaaaaad?” Said the troll, smugness dripping from its tone not unlike the drool that cascaded from its mouth.
With his impending end at the forefront of his mind, Santo concentrated on materializing explosives. If he was going to die, then this godsdamned troll would fall to hell with him.
The lack of oxygen and the strain of holding off the troll’s entire body weight took its toll. Santo’s arms folded under the weight, he closed his eyes by reflex in anticipation of the cold agony the knife would bring.
When no agony came and the hand choking him was lifted, Santo did the sensible thing and started coughing; his body unsure if it should cough his lungs out or fill them with air. He opened his eyes to take a peek at his attacker.
The troll was leaning forward with all its weight, futilely trying to drive the knife forward even as serrated onyx colored tendrils dug cruelly into its flesh where they had wrapped around its wrists.
Its ever grinning lips parted intent on delivering one last hurtful word before its demise. “U…mad?”
A clawed hand closed over its head, its razor-sharp talons sinking effortlessly into the flesh of its face, eliciting a pained cry from it. A moment later an enormous jaw filled with serrated fangs broke through the unnatural black the troll had summoned and settled on its shoulder.
“I’ll show you mad.” The completely lucid words originated from a throat that was never meant to produce human speech. With a wet snap, the creature sank its fangs into the troll’s shoulder. The surprisingly loud crunch of breaking bone eliciting an agonized mewl to erupt from the troll.
The troll’s wide eyes, shining with fear, met Santo’s dark auburn orbs in a silent plea of mercy, begging for a quick death.
Santo flipped him the bird.
The troll was dragged to the shadows a moment later, wet crunching sounds accompanied by its agonized wails echoing in the hallway. Those quickly changed to a wet gurgle, and even that was suddenly cut off by the sickening sound of meat being cut.
The unnatural dark lifted a moment later, Santo was treated to a sight that would make the stomachs of most turn. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all covered in the trolls foul blood. Bits of flesh slid slowly down the wall while several of its organs plopped wetly to the floor, falling from the ceiling where they had been thrown during the feeding frenzy.
From the center of the destruction, a tall figure rose, the dark chitinous plates of its armor shifting fluidly around its body, never settling into any one pattern. It swung its arms to rid them of a copious amount of blood, and stalked to Santo, its heavy steps echoing through the hallway.
With a wet crack the thing's maw closed, a featureless black mask settling over its face and hiding its features from sight and leaving only a pair of crimson red eyes visible. It then tilted its head not unlike a bird, an amused twinkle settling into its eyes. “Santo you’re losing your touch. Never thought I would have seen the day when you would fail to deal with a troll.” Said YeOfLittleFaith as he sank to his haunches in front of the recovering mercenary.
Santo coughed some more before responding in a raspy voice. “Yeah yeah laugh it up Faith. Make yourself useful and lend me a hand would ya? I need to check up on fraggle.” Said Santo as he held his hand out to his bloodied friend.
YeOfLittleFaith took his friends hand and pulled him to his feet. Settling Santo’s arm across his shoulders, he began to walk to the Daneel building. With Faith’s help Santo was able to stumble forward, sweeping the Glock around as best he could in case of an ambush.
“So…a single troll taking down the mighty Santo eh?” Said Faith jovially.
“Don’t get so high and mighty; it caught me by surprise is all.” Answered Santo glumly.
“But still, Santo the fluff writer and tear jerker, guardian of ‘For The Story Of Another’ and wingman to the Old_Iron himself…falling into the clutches of a troll. Gotta tell ya buddy, never thought I’d see the day. Always thought it’d be you pulling my ass outta the fire.”
“Fight ain’t over yet now is it?”
Faith smirked behind his mask. “Just sayin, how far the mighty have fallen and all of that.”
Santo remained quiet for a few moments. “Hey Faith, remember that time I told ya you could pick the next Kaleido Shirou ‘verse I crossed with?”
“Yeah?” Answered YeOfLittleFaith with some trepidation in his voice.
“Consider that right revoked.”
“WHAT!?”
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Accompanied by a silently weeping YeOfLittleFaith, Santo finally limped to the left flank of the MSLD defense, their feet making squelching sounds as they stepped on puddles of blood.
He’d seen more orderly whirlwinds.
Countless bodies stacked five deep were scattered on the floor, twenty or thirty fanbois to every forumite that fell on the defense of the link connecting to Fate/Night Sky. A good many of the fanbois were riddled by bullet holes, others were felled by bayonets, magic, hammers, or swords.
Most of them had been bled dry, cut to pieces by many razor-sharp pages, each inscribed with a different snippet. Santo knelt and touched one of the pages, the image of Mami doing what she could to please a rejuvenated Archer flashing into Santo’s mind. Fraggle’s work.
The fury of the lurkers’ assault had pushed the abominations back and scattered their forces, buying the defenders time as they sought to regroup. Countless lurkers streamed into the complex, rebuilding the destroyed defenses with great enthusiasm if a rather severe lack of skill, throwing bodies outside, treating the many wounded, digging the bodies of the MSLD defenders out of the numerous piles of dead. Working besides the forumites and the gamma platoon of the BLDF.
“What could have made the lurkers attack with such fury?” Wondered Santo out loud not expecting an answer, the lurkers had already compromised much of their prized anonymity in order to come to the thread’s defense.
“The enemy ambushed Daneel Rush before he could get here with the latest ‘Bro’s day’ snippet.” Said a gravelly and deep voice behind Santo and Faith, making the both of them jump and whirl around. “I could not let that transgression go unpunished, and so gave direction to the wrath of the lurkers.”
Standing before the bloodied duo was the transparent image of a young Kirei Kotomine, his priestly robes pressed to perfection. The normally expressionless look of the character was broken as Flere821 smiled in grim satisfaction.
“They learned the mistake of ambushing a snippet writer before he could post his work.” Continued Flere, “Worry not, he is fine. We took him to the triage to treat his injuries. Now, how fares the rest of the thread Santo? News has been sparse.”
Santo shook his head. “Not sure. But I imagine much like what happened here. The lurkers attacking gave us a reprieve that was sorely needed. Riven is likely re-organizing the resistance as we speak. Have you seen fraggle?”
Flere’s smile disappeared, he nodded and turned, motioning for Santo to follow him. At Santo’s urging, Faith left him to his devices and proceeded to help rebuilding the defenses.
Flere guided Santo to a separate alcove and opened the door. Without prompt Santo stepped inside, his fears realized.
Fraggle lay inside, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. An enormous tome so large as to need several strong men to lift it from the floor, let alone move it, resting beside the cot in which fraggle had been placed to rest.
Santo quickly kneeled beside the long haired figure. “Milord, are you well?” Asked Santo with worry heavy in his voice.
Fraggles’s crimson orbs opened and settle upon Santo’s brown eyes. Then, using Irisviel’s face, gave him a wide and extremely creepy smirk.
“What you thought that a few fanbois would be enough to break past me? I just got a little tired is all.” Said fraggle jovially even as she attempted to catch her breath.
Santo sighed in relief, then returned fraggle's smirk. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright. Can’t have you dying on me before I get to read Redheads now can I?” With a nod he began to stand, there was still much work to be done.
“Wait Santo.” Said fraggle placing a delicate hand on the mercenaries shoulder, her tone unusually grim. “We will not survive another breach, the lurkers pushed them back only because of the element of surprise. We no longer have that luxury. You cannot allow them to breach the defenses again, not until Old_Iron has found the snippet he needs.”
Santo’s ears perked at that. “Did he tell you what he planned to do?” He asked in an even voice.
Fraggle nodded, “He made me promise not to give you the details. What I can tell you is that it’s extremely dangerous, he will not return alive.”
Santo’s hands tightened into fists, his knuckles popping with the strength of his grip. “Godsdammit. Then I need to stop him!”
Fraggle’s response was to shake her head. “You mustn’t, if you do that then we all die in vain,” fraggle raised her trembling hand, a rust glow flowing from it. “It's dangerous to go alone...take this.”
Santo once more knelt beside his lord and took her hand. A searing hot energy flowing into his arm, yet leaving him undamaged. The snippet that flowed into him bringing joyous tears to his eyes, leaving him thunderstruck. “T-This is!”
Fraggle nodded. “The Redheads lemon. It is unfinished, so it will not grant you the strength it could have. But desperate times require sacrifices be made. Hold that lemon within you Santo, you will know the time to expend it.” Fraggles exhausted eyes began to close against her will, the darkness she had been fighting off closing upon her consciousness. “Now go! Protect the thread! Buy Old_Iron the time he needs to fulfill his duty.” Fraggles order ended in a whisper as she fell to unconsciousness.
Santo stood and saluted his lord. “So shall it be.” Before leaving he materialized claymores and trapped every entrance to the room. If the thread fell, fraggle would not be undefended.
“Flere! I’ll go to the main command area, see how things are!” Called Santo even as he ran, Flere’s affirmative reaching his ears moments later.
Santo holstered the Glock 19 and materialized something with greater punch. A Mark Vc Godwyn Pattern Bolter settling into his grip, eliciting a happy gasp from the mercenary. It was not often he got so lucky when materializing a weapon.
He would normally be forced to abandon such a weapon, the Astartes Pattern Bolter would rip his arm out of his socket unless he went through the trouble of materializing Power Armour. An extremely exhausting task. Even then, his power armour was tailored to a normal human, while it would prevent the weapon from dislocating his shoulder, the recoil would still ensure he could only use it as an AA weapon.
However, the Mark Vc Bolter had been made for mostly unaugmented humans. He could handle it well enough as it was, if he materialized his power armor, then it would be just perfect.
Santo forced himself to stop gushing and pressed on to the command post.
“Santo, can you hear me?” Whispered ILurkNoMoar’s voice over Santo’s comm.
“I read ya buddy. Wassap?” Answered Santo without breaking his stride.
“The enemy is trying something…but…I am unsure what. They are trying to keep it hushed but I can get a pretty good view of it from where I’m at. Can you come to the Vivio building?”
Santo paused, he very much wanted to find out how the rest of the thread was fairing. But he was a mercenary and snippeter, not a logistics expert, running a little reconnaissance would not hurt.
“Alright I’m on my way, see you in five.”
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“See right there?” Pointed ILurkNoMoar.
Santo nodded and panned his scope around until he found what ILurk wanted him to see. When he did he gasped. There were…things…chanting around an enormous magic circle that housed upwards of forty trolls within it.
“No…no no no. Nononono.” Whispered Santo with horrified recognition in his voice.
ILurk was worried, not much could affect the mercenary, much less elicit such a response from him. “Why? What is it?”
Santo ignored his friends question as he frantically brought up his coms. “Can anyone read me? I don’t care what’s going on or how busy you are! Patch me to Riven or Lethum! For Fucks sake I don’t care who just get me an artillery strike on the marked position!
“…No this can’t wait and it’s not an option! Obliterate the entire block before it’s too late!
“For fucks sake there is no time! They’re going-”
Santo’s frantic screams were interrupted by a titanic roar, a declaration of their impending demise. “GATTAI!”
As the far away ritual reached its climax, the forty or so three story tall trolls merged. Their forms melting and reforming, weaving into one single great entity. Bones, each wider and stronger than steel beams, crafted themselves into an enormous skeleton. Cords of muscle and fatty tissue wound themselves together, forming great limbs that housed massive strength. Grey tinted skin enclosing the massive organs.
Far from the gates to the MSLD thread, a titan stood, the hundred foot tall troll holding a cudgel almost as tall as it itself was. It gave a roar that shook the ground bellow Santo’s feet even though he stood many blocks away.
Its frenzied scream a declaration of their demise. “U MAAAAADDDD U BIIIiiIi1TCH!!11ONE~!”
“to combine.” Finished Santo with despair filling his voice.
I'm surprised I'm not in there Santo.
Knowing my history as a bad troll and all
Santooooooo~
SO AWESOME!
I loved the way you wrote my character! Thanks alot for giving me a spotlight in this snip! ALSO!
Holy.
Crap.
The rest of it. This snip. This snip this snip this snip. Allow me to resume my thoughts on it as coherently as possible.
Yes.
YES.
The injokes, the references to the stories and drabbles and ideas! So very awesome. The lurkers emerging cause Daneel was attacked while writing, fraggle trusting your character with the overwhelming power of Redheads, damn, I was grinning like a fool during most of this.
And a freakin' giant troll? Weeeeeeeeeell, shit.
Very nice, I keep thinking the trolls look like the trolls from Berserk though, is this true? And a giant troll, shits about to go down.
What exactly is my roll and rank in these snips BTW?
Humm...well PM me with a few character details and I'll see what I can do mate :3
Glad you liked it :3
As far as the trolls from Berserk, the more brutish ones, yes.
Others can look like a particularly ugly orc, or any other iteration. The best trolls are the ones that hide in the populous unseen after all.
As far as your roll and rank.
...ex lurker, recon-man, and snippeter? :3
Will try to have more of ya on the next one.
Awesome and look forward to it.
I'd still like to know your commentary on those templates I gave you.
Precisely.
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster;
And treat those two impostors just the same,
-Ruyard Kipling, "If"
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"From a dusky world with an ever-setting sun, a limitless rain of Ryougi Shiki streaked down from gargantuan gears set in the sky." Fate: Over 9000, my best Crack yet.
Hmm... Intriguing. I see you've done well with my enemy designs :P
I do wonder how you'll kill that troll though. Without reinforcements fromNot-yet-appearedand his artillery support, and without a line of reinforcements to provide armor, you're gonna be in for a fun time. Hope you remembered to stock up on AT. :P
Very nice, thanks for the cameo(I seem to only come in two modes recently, lurk or liking a good snip/chapter)
Though I must say there's quite a bit of irony - Kiritsugu, Kirei, and AM!Iri avatars working together
'Fae is Foul' - My SAO/ZnT Crossover fanfic (SB Thread) (FFN Link)
Santo, your awesome.
Enough said.
Teasing the Penguin God!
Don't worry.
I'm a spacebattler.
And if anything, I have learned to do at least one thing very, very well.
Santo quickly kneeled beside the long haired figure. “Milord, are you well?” Asked Santo with worry heavy in his voice.
Fraggles’s crimson orbs opened and settle upon Santo’s brown eyes. Then, using Irisviel’s face, gave him a wide and extremely creepy smirk.
hehehe, included a visual aid :P
Illya is best servant
What the fuck.
...Uh...
fraggle is up to mind rape again.
Fun, fun ~
Didn't need that in the morning.
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