TFF: Assault on Yaoi!

Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 9:55PM, At That Same Moment

"Huh," Rijin blinked, and surveyed the situation, "guess they weren't retreating after all."

Yaoibots were pouring out of the woodwork, the Legions had regrouped, and several black-clad Imperial soldiers were now on the scene.

"I don't suppose you'd have anymore of those," asked Vex, gesturing to the crater left by the grenade.

"Nope, that was it. My handlers get nervous when I have more than one," the 'Borg replied. "Alright, we need to move. Don't waste time on pointless kills, they'll just surround and drown you. I'll try and punch a hole through, buy us some time. As soon as you get an out, haul ass to the Hangar."

The horde tightened ranks, and the group tensed...and then there was a flash. Impaled Yaoibots followed.

"Backup works both ways, huh?"

There was a mechanical *THUNK*, and Rijin charged, screaming.

"HAIL CAESAR! WE YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE, SALUTE YOU!"

The battle was joined again.
 

garedelyon

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It was, of course, the most underestimated factor in any situation.

Just how much food girls could eat.

Slowed by the whole reloading-guns-in-pockets trick that she wasnt particularly good at when she could feel m&ms jiggling around in there with her bullets, Lyon had only just made it to the next block when the sound of shattering glass had filled the night, yet again, only this time with a high-pitched squeal of doom added in (just for kicks) and it occurred to her, all of a sudden, that she might have given the fangirls an edge, however brief it was

Who knew what such a potent sugar rush would do to yaoists whod been living on a starvation diet? While, sure, the high wouldnt last for long, they would probably course with more energy than they had felt in weeks for the next while.

Tunnel vision Christ youre a fool sometimes. Scolding herself even as she continued to pick them off one by one, she hoped that blondie (presumably still out cold in Kirbys) had been telling the truth about sugar being reserved exclusively to fuel Yaoi, ensuring that this oh so charming little incident would not repeat itself.

On the bright side though, she registered that, while more and more fangirls were being drawn to the melee from all over the commercial district, so too, were people she had seen at Zarakis, a scant hour earlier swordsmen and magic wielders and people who handled lampposts the way she did tennis rackets (or would have done, if she had ever actually played tennis) and she couldnt keep a grin from flickering across her lips at the tidiness of the exchange the Yaoists might have had the advantage springing them in a pub, but the streets belonged to the TFFA.

Course, all good things must come to an end, and although there had been a lull when the fangirls had retreated, soon enough the familiar click-whirr of Yaoibots reinforcements sent into the district by the Yaoi powers that be, approaching with a sound not unlike metallic cicadas could be heard through the night, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Robots. She preferred the squeals of doom.

Lyon hated robots, for several reasons: It required more concentration to disable a robot with a single shot than it did a fangirl, their vulnerable bits being covered in metal and all, and while she did only slow by a fraction of a second when she squeezed the trigger, it was still irritating.

And, well, they just didnt die as well, unless she caught their fuel tanks, and that left her covered in soot and dust, which was much harder to wash out than regular old human blood and insides.

Lyon got her kicks from killing living, breathing people, not busting up machines, but the fangirls with more of their senses (Motor-neurons my ass.) together were beginning to flee the scene, as more and more good guys turned up for a spot of bloodletting.

Eye for an eye, she supposed. Everyone had loved Zarakis.

Or maybe were just itching for a fight.

Whatever.

Seeing yaoists, rushing down the street and away from the battle, Lyon paused for a moments consideration, slipping a few m&ms into her mouth as she did so. The more that got away, the more hassle it would be for the regular citizens of the city, once they all left. The more that got away, the longer this battle would drag out as those-higher-up continued to receive reports from the fangirls who made it back to whatever pit they had oozed out of, of how they needed help. She turned back to the battle at hand, the road now awash in oil and blood as beams of energy and magical attacks added to the general chaos.

Humans, or machines?

She needed to get to the hangar. She swallowed down the crunchy mouthful of candy and called out, to no one in particular:

Im uh, gonna see you guys later. There are some strays that need to be taken care of anyone wanna come with, or are ya happy hanging here?

There was no reply, but she hadnt really expected any. Fighting did that to you. If anyone heard, that would be good. If no one did, well, like a fair few of the people shed found herself thrown in with, she was used to going it alone.

With a brief lament at the idea that she would have to run some more to get in range of the fangirls running away from the fight, Lyon knocked the toe of her right foot against the ground, shaking her hands out as best she could while holding two guns, and shot one last yaoibot (serendipitously in its fuel cell, making it explode) before leaving the battle shed had such a hand in beginning, jumping those fangirls already beginning to slow back into their usual cabbagey state, sugar burned off, as she methodically made her way out of the commercial district, to where shattered glass from the skyscrapers coated the streets like diamonds and the electricity still ran, where, in peace-times, she rarely ever ventured.

The city centre.
 

Vexarian

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Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 9:57PM

Vex grumbled as he ripped one of the Yaoi-bots in half. These robots weren't any fun, they were too weak and too stupid, not a challenge at all.

Sure the lasers singed like hell, but the wounds healed fast, and it wasn't as if the robots were accurate enough to get more then the occasional lucky shot off him.

Those zombie-girls weren't much better, but they were a bit smarter and stronger on average. And those Yaoist warrior-girls while weak, were at least smart enough to fend for themselves to some degree. But all of those warriors seem to have retreated. Rather unfortunate too, he hadn't even gotten to fight any yet.

Hm... Maybe he'd take that gun-girl up on her offer. There was certainly no fun to be had with this horde of moronic robots and zombies. Tracking sounded like a welcome change of pace.

"I'll come with, these robots are boring!" Vex called out as he ripped the arms off another robot and leapt over the crowds, landing softly then dashing forward.
 

Xaosite

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Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 10:00 PM

High above the ground, on the roof of one of the tallest skyscrapers, there was nothing of note. One moment later, Jacobus was there, standing on the edge, looking down as if he had already been there.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he tsked, "why do they always throw the low grade cannon fodder out first? It is such a cliche." Shaking his head, he reached into his robe, and then pulled out an old fashoned quill pen, and with his other he pulled out a vial of ink.

"I could throw something big at them right now, but I dare say it would be in terrible taste to do that without a proper build up. So I won't. But I'll at least add some variety to the mix, add a bit of zing to the combat." Dipping the tip of the quill into the ink, and held it in front of him. It would be only with very good perception that anyone there would notice that he was not holding it still, but was tracing something in the air with impossibly tiny and perfecly precise movements.

Far below, on the ground, figures began to appear, line by line in quick succession as if drawn in place by the dozens. The still figures faded into color, and began to move. They were humanoid and about the height of an average adult human male, but that is where the similarities ended. They were stick figure thin, with dark reddish brown skin, and were covered in jagged spikes. They had dull eyes a solid red, too large mouths full of rows of jagged, oversized teeth, and oversized claws on their hands and feet.

For a moment they stood in place, chittering at each other, then at the sound of voices off in the far distance reached them. Then, giving the best evil grins they could manage, they scattered in all directions, snarling and yipping.

There were victims out there. The hunt was on.

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"It feels like I've been wandering around for weeks without anything happening!" Xaosite complained to himself, idly kicking a piece of debris as he walked along the deserted road. Seems that his last encounter had scared the other Yaoist troops into not attacking him, staying out of his way to find a better opponent.

Although rather than scare, it would probably be more accurate to say 'annoyed' them into finding an opponent that wouldn't be so, well, annoying.

He sighed. "I wonder if... if... huh. What was that?" He muttered to himself. "It felt really familiar, in a wierd way." Suddenly alert, he became aware of small figures, off in the distance, rushing by a deserted casino. "What are those thorny jerks doing here?"

With a sound of rolling, clattering dice, he vanished from where he was, teleporting to the casino the aforementioned thorny jerks had just rushed by. Looking around, he saw the figures leaping and crawling over the debris as they rushed along, turning the corner into a parking lot, towards a young girl in blue jeans and a red jersey.

They were not a particularly silent group, so the girl they appoached turned around as they came to a halt in a group of a dozen a short distance from her. They jabbered amongst themselves for a moment, then the lead one took a few steps from the group.

Then he slouched down, and with some adjusting, pulled one of his spikes to, well, let's just say to represent something very inappropriate. Then he started to do some pelvic thrusts in her direction.

The young girl in question stared for a moment, eye twitching. Xaosite's jaw dropped a bit. "The hell...? Also, is it getting hotter, or is it just me?"
 

Legacy|iB

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Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 9:58 PM

Legacy had long since understood that his directionally challenged nature was likely the result of him not having any degree of urgency. He was a calm, 'stop-and-smell-the-roses' guy who didn't mind taking the scenic route or taking his time...in contrast to his sister, who, especially when she sets her mind on something, turns into the equivalent of a heat-seeking missile (or a shark to blood, a fat boy to cake, a goalscorer to a puck and an open net...or some other cliched expression that commentators would often say during a play-by-play) and that more chances than naught...she was going to find it and kick its ass.

Therefore, with her drive and impulsive thinking on her feet (or skates), she had at least a statistically higher chance of finding out where she needed to go - which meant that out of the two, Legacy-ko could be relied on to find the shortest or fastest way to a destination. It was already proven earlier in the night when trying to find Zaraki's Bar. It was always so good that Legacy-ko had always gone out of her way to shove it in her brother's face how much better and faster she was.

...which was why Legacy couldn't help but be amused when Legacy-ko stopped yet again, and looked around, scratching the back of her head. She had long since insisted that her sense of direction and tracking abilites were impeccable, and the day they failed was when hell would freeze over - also known as 'when the Toronto Maple Leafs win the Stanley Cup'.

"...you're lost, aren't you?" Legacy asked, equal parts shocked and amused. "I certainly hope hell hasn't frozen over yet, 'cause it's going to be one very depressing summer if it did..."

"Shut up, I'm not lost! And no, the fuckin' Leafs will never win the Cup!" Legacy-ko shot back. "I'm just a bit...y'know...er..."

"Lost?"

As appropriate as it could have been for Legacy-ko to fire something back at her brother, she re-focused herself and tried her hand at doing what Legacy would normally do - think her way out of this...

"Okay, let's see...", she said, turning in the direction they had just came. "Yeah, well we came out from the...northwest! Right, so...we're heading...east, I guess? It's like crossing into another conference, we've gotta go east, and it should be over there. That should be it, right?"

Deep within their shared existence, Legacy facepalmed.

"...I'm not even going to try and understand what the hell you just said or how you managed to get that...but seriously, how did you get lost anyways?"

"WE'RE NOT LOST" Legacy-ko insisted. "Okay, so I don't come here that much and the more obvious routes are blocked off now - give me a fuckin' break. I know exactly where all that fighting is, but these sidewalks don't wanna play along..."

Legacy-ko scoffed, irritated.

"...and I'll admit...I'm bored."

"...you're bored?"

"Okay, come on - you know me. I don't function well when I'm bored, and we've been going down these same old streets for awhile and I haven't had anything to beat the crap out of, and I know for sure there's only going to be a few of those things to fight...and the others are probably taking care of them by now! What's going to happen when we get there and there's nothing left for us to kill?! How fucking stupid do you think we're going to look?"

Legacy sighed. His sister had such simple desires in life, and she was actually worrying about them...

"Well, we've got a big Yaoist invasion going on, so I figure there's always going to be more to fight and..."

Legacy was interrupted by some strange jabbering. Legacy-ko heard it as well. She turned around, only to find she was surrounded by a group of enemies.

"Weird...they're not Yaoists," Legacy said. "Who the hell are they?"

"...well, they're ugly as fuck..." Legacy-ko said, looking across the group. She then shivered, rather repulsed. "...kinda like a sick cross between Mike Recchi and Chris Chelios..."

The apparent leader of the group took a few steps forward. It rearranged a spike and...

"...wait, did it just...?! What the...hell?!" Legacy stammered, but was unable to find his words.

The leader made some sort of sound, as though it was amused...or worse. Some of the others began making the same sounds and gestures. Legacy-ko's eye twitched, as the thought of what these...things...were referring to became clear to her. Her hand gripped tightly around the shaft of her hockey stick. Slowly, the heat surrounding her steadily rose and increased, until...

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME!!!"

Her hockey stick ignited in flames. She then swung it at the offensive leader of the group...hard. It had barely enough time to make a startled sound before the end of the hockey stick had cleaved straight through it and carved up the pavement and kick up a cloud of dust.

The others backed off for a second. The dust faded and settled, revealing the same girl from before...only, she was fully dressed in hockey gear. Her hockey stick was on fire, while a thin aura of fire surrounded her. Her face was twisted in an enraged scowl while a menacing fire burned in her eyes.

This was their 'battle-form' - either Legacy's equipping their hockey gear, but Legacy-ko was taking it a step further by bringing some of her fire demon abilites into the mix.

After all, she was angry...very, very angry. Legacy knew his sister all too well - there were a lot of things that made her angry, but none were as infuriating as when a jerkoff decided to think of her as anything less than a hockey player all because she was a girl. She was a hockey player...not some worthless puck bunny, chasing after the hot and attractive players of the game...

Legacy didn't bother trying to talk her out of this. In fact, he wanted her to do this. She was insulted and offended - it seemed only fitting.

Legacy-ko raised her stick and readied herself.

"Come on, you fuckin' hosers! It's GAME TIME!!"
 
Co-written with Zeni

Night One: Onboard the Cassandra The Great, Imperial Flagship of the Invasion Fleet,

She didn't know how long it has been since they left her there to burn....minutes? hours? days? Every tortuously agonizing moment felt like an eternity as her body was incinerated in the fiery black flames of purified yaoi energy, her vampiric regeneration barely keeping up, all the while keeping her from dying and ending the pain once and for all. The yaoi-fangirl-ification dark-energy generator has lived up to its name...and then some. How ironic that it was built using reverse-engineered Crimson Moon technology.

Any sane person would have lost their mind within minutes in the intense blaze of unadulterated yaoi energy. Zeni didn't, however....partly because her mind was already fractured in three with one part of it already purely insane anyway....and partly because there was one raging, half-insane thought that gave her a purpose and kept her, in her entirety, going....

...it was the thought of her sister....and her (latest) betrayal...

Curse her! CURSE HER!

She didn't know how long ago it was. It had started as a relatively normal day. The twins had decided that a day out in the commercial district was in order upon finishing their term exams.

They had settled on eating popcorn in the local mall....or rather, Eterna had settled on it and dragged her sister half-screaming for an extra-large bowl of the rancid cardboard-tasting rubbish.

Just as Eterna finished force-feeding Zeni her first bite, it happened.

A violent tremor coursed through the entire building before the roof suddenly gave in under the force of an inconceivably huge explosion.

The conditioned reflexes of that part of her she just could never rid herself of, her Executioner self, immediately thought, 'Command Directive, Protect the Innocent, Punish the Guilty.' Her human side seconded the imperative, 'we've got to protect those people!'.

"Eterna! Blood Fortress Omega, now!" Zeni shouted, offering her hand to her sister...

...which she did not take.

"Eterna! Stop daydreaming! We need to activate the blood fortress, n-" Realization struck her as, in perfect slow-motion, her world grinded to a halt as a haze of darkness fell over her vision and mind. The last thought that went through her dimming mind was '...Eterna....how could you....with popcorn no less....'

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Zeni felt a dull throbbing in her head as she slowly came to. Before she opened her eyes she decided to test her limbs to confirm her suspicions. Arms? Legs? Yep, she was perfectly immobilized by what seemed like metal fetters in what she assumed was a crucified position. Now she could feel safe in the knowledge that she may expect the very worst when she opened her eyes.

'I hate it when I'm right...' She sighed as she opened her eyes blearily to find herself in a cylindrical metal chamber, surrounded by four figures dressed in black.

"Oh, she's awake." a familiar voice noted. Zeni recognized it instantly. It was the voice of her treacherous twin sister. "Please leave us for a moment. I will join you on the bridge momentarily."

"You two go on ahead." Another dark-clad figure said. Yet another familiar voice... "I and Zeni have plenty to catch up on..."

"...GrandMaster....why am I not surprised...?" Zeni sighed wearily as the double-plated blast doors to the chamber shut noiselessly behind the two retreating figures.

"It has been a while, Zeni." The Grandmaster smiled a weary, yet sympathetic smile. "I suppose we owe the fortune of our meeting to the services of your dear sister." She gestured over at Eterna.

"....I have nothing to say to her." Zeni muttered.

"I won't try and justify my actions, sister." Eterna sighed. "I can only apologize. But this attack was not entirely unprovoked. The uneasy peace we've had so far was breached by none other than an anti-yaoi assault from the other side. They've been launching skirmish after skirmish at our holy works.....and I cannot stand by and watch our sisters suffer. An eye for an eye."

"....give me back my sister, Dark!Eterna..." Zeni glared down in reply.

"Think what you will." Eterna shrugged. "The Empress herself has offered to reinstate you and return you to your former position in our ranks. You will, as before, report directly to her and will be given full autonomy in pursuing the interests of the empire."

"Ok." Zeni answered without a moment's hesitation.

".....off course, the Empress isn't that foolish. She knows how cunning and wily you are and has decided to take precautions. You will be granted her merciful grace by virtue of this machine."

"....what machine?"

"You're in it."

"...ah..." Zeni gave the metal chamber a quick scan. Nothing remarkable.

"...Up." Eterna hinted.

Zeni looked up. And she didn't like what she saw...

...it looked like a huge alien ray gun, grossly blown out of proportion. "Let me guess, it's a variation on the yaoification cannon?"

"We know that doesn't work on you." Eterna said. "So we reinforced it with Crimson Moon technology to produce ultra-refined yaoi energy. We call it the Yaoi-Fangirl-Ification machine."

"....I can see your lame naming sense still holds strong, GrandMaster." Zeni remarked, trying to seem calm and collected, though the slight tremor in her voice gave her away. She had only been exposed to near-purified yaoi energy once during the Halloween incident and she barely survived.

"To put into perspective for you, Haruhi only managed to withstand the effects of the ray for 4 seconds on its lowest settings. She is now a proud high-ranking member of the imperial forces." The GrandMaster said. "Just for you, we will let you experience the full potential of this glorious advancement in yaoi-tech. Try not to die within the first second, ok?"

"Good luck, Sis." Eterna nodded encouragingly. "We'll be monitoring your conversion. Once you're 100% converted to our cause you will once again be a proud commander of her imperial majesty's forces."

"Oh, whoopee for me..." Zeni sighed as the two left the chamber and sealed the door behind them.

No amount of preparation could have prepared her for what came next. The jolt was probably enough to reawaken her Crimson Moon ancestors. Her entire mind was drowned in an oblivion of fierce and unadulterated pain...

...which lasted almost an entire week until one day...

...She didn't know how she had managed to do it. There she was, lying on the cold stainless steel floor outside that accursed chamber, wheezing and panting weakly, her burned lungs gasping painfully for fresh air. The chamber's metal doors had sailed straight across what seemed like a huge warehouse-like room containing the machine, straight through what looked like a safety-glass-covered control-room overlooking the entire warehouse.

Thankfully the flying door seemed to have killed whatever fail-safe alarm system they had installed.

She didn't know how she did it. She was literally at her wit's end when it happened. Her bindings became surprisingly loose...and before she knew it she had ripped the crucifix off its base with her arms and tossed it with every ounce of force she had left at the door...which promptly gave way, causing a huge blast of energy from inside the chamber to propel her right out of the chamber and into a roll across the cold steel floor.

She slowly tested her limbs...and found, quite to her dismay, that she couldn't move her lower limbs at all. She could still distinctly sense them, however, and the dull throbbing numbness coursing up through them. Thankfully her upper limbs were very much intact and functioning. She raised one up in front of her face for visual inspection.....and found to her surprise a small, rather pudgy child's hand greeting her, one fit for a five year old.

...So that's how she got loose....her body must have shrunk...

She could faintly recall a fail-safe mechanism installed in her body to deal with extreme damage. It had something to do with reducing her body size to better conserve metabolic output and concentrate resources on recovery...

...Wait, she's been LOLIFIED?!

Great....now how on earth is she supposed to escape with no legs and a shrunken body?

Well, she could rely on her vampiric regen to rectify the situation soon. For now, she had to escape.

Gathering what little physical and mental faculties she had left, she heaved herself onto her front and began to drag her limp body across the freezing cold floor towards the remains of the control room. She could think about solutions when they presented themselves to her. For now she had to make progress with escaping.

After a tedious journey across half the length of the warehouse she finally managed to pull herself up the steps to the control room...which turned out to be more of a research lab. Thankfully it was quite empty. It seems they had decided to just leave everything to the computers. Yippeee for automation.

Her attention was immediately drawn to a very ornate wooden frame bearing a beautiful and elegant black dress uniform, laced in silk and silver lining, edged with the finest velvet and tailored to utter perfection. So they really were intending on making her rejoin their ranks. The nostalgia almost brought her to tears. It was a perfect replica of her old dress uniform from the time she served in the realm of fangirls, far before the time it fell to the yaoist scourge. It had obviously been tailored to fit her exact measurements....or at least, her measurements before she had shrunk.

...which brought her attention back to her current predicament. Her vampiric regen should have fixed the problem by now. Or....was her body that badly toxified and damaged? That it was beyond her vampiric regeneration's repair?

The thought filled her with dark despair. There would be little chance of escape for her....and even if she did manage to escape, what then? She would be of little use to TFF. No place would be safe. And she wouldn't be able to defend herself if circumstances demand it. Was there a life to expect beyond this with her body as it was?

Tears welled up in her eyes. All strength and forbearance left her. There really was nothing left for her. Her last remaining relative had betrayed her. And the world had no need for a crippled Executioner, a weapon without an edge. Was this it? She slumped down onto the cold grated floor as her tears disappeared under the metal grating.

"Hello there? Is there someone there?" She heard a voice. Perhaps it was one of the yaoists? Well, at least they can dump her back in that machine and be done with it. She was already half-wishing she hadn't escaped in the first place.

"You there? You don't look like one of them. Could you please let me out of here?" It was a male voice, quite gentle and flowing, yet strong and confident.

Zeni slowly looked up to come face to face with a young, silver-haired man in a neat crisp suit. He was watching her intently through a pair of smart spectacles, a glitter of hope in his eyes. A forcefield barrier stood between them, keeping him confined to a cell of sorts.

"...very well then." Zeni said before heaving herself painfully towards the panel controlling the cells' forcefields. It was a ways taller than she was, however. But thankfully there were many robotic arms attached to the ceiling, perhaps to aid in experiments. She summoned a small bit of mana around her index finger and spun a 'thread of fate' around one of the robotic arms and, with the dexterity fitting for a puppeteer, manipulated the robotic arm into operating the panel. Thankfully there was no password protection and the forcefield lifted itself without much trouble.

"Thank you very much." The man said with earnest gratefulness as he drew himself to his full height and strode out of the cell. Zeni noted how his head almost brushed the ceiling of the small cell. He was certainly disproportionately tall. "I believe they were planning on making me another one of their yaoi pets. I still shiver at the very thought. For a true gentleman lives only in the service of good ladies." He said, straightening his already crisp tie.

'...he must be some sort of idiot...' Zeni sighed inwardly.

"Well then, shall we begin our escape, kind lady? I assume escape is on your itinerary too?" The man offered. "My name is Justice, by the way."

"...no." Zeni decided after a moment's thought. "I would rather die here. I have...nothing left."

"Nonsense. You still have your life, do you not?" Justice pointed out.

"And what can I do with it? I'm paralyzed from the hips down and I can no longer fight. The one person I hold dear has betrayed me. I'd rather die than survive and be a burden, to be a fragile bit of luggage to be protected by others." Zeni muttered.

"That's not true. You wouldn't be a burden. You just saved me, didn't you?" Justice asked, kneeling before her.

"And I'm happy I was able to help at least one person." Zeni said. "But there's nothing left for me out there. Good luck with escaping."

"Unfortunately I won't be able to escape by myself, kind lady." Justice sighed. "My strength barely matches that of their weakest minions. I would be walking to my death out there. Thus I wish for more of your help."

"....me? Help?" Zeni scoffed. "The best you can do with me is toss me at them and hope I may distract them for a bit."

"No...rather, I will carry you...and you will use your magic to get us out of here. I believe you used magic earlier to move that robotic arm, no?"

"....oh...that...but I don't think my more powerful spells are still usable...but..." A sudden thought struck her. "Wait...If I use my puppet-manipulation skills on you....you'll have all my strength, and then some...."

"May I have your name, kind lady?" Justice asked, offering his hand to her.

"Zeni. My name is Zeni." Zeni smiled as she took the proffered hand as her usual expression of airy confidence once more graced her face.

"Very well then, Lady Zeni. I, Justice, owe you my life and freedom, and thus shall henceforth be thy humble servant."

"I-I don't need you to be my servant. I'll help you escape and..." Zeni began, blushing hotly as Justice scooped her up into his arms.

"No, I insist. Besides....you need a body to continue on fighting and living, right?" Justice winked. "My mistress, I shall be thy body for thy life, thy shield to protect thee from harm, and thy sword to smite down thy foes."

"...." Zeni couldn't help but smile a small smile. "Thank you, Justice....to show you my appreciation, I promise I will do my very best by your side."

"...."

"Before that, can you get me clothed?" Zeni asked.

"Excuse me, m'lady?" Justice raised an eyebrow.

"....in case you haven't noticed, you're holding a naked loli in your arms." Zeni said, matter-of-factly.

"....point well noted, m'lady." Justice nodded.

.........

After about half an hour of watching a dress uniform tumble inside a washing machine at maximum heat settings....

.......

"Perfect!" Zeni declared triumphantly as Justice raised her up to a mirror to allow her to inspect her new garbs. The dress unform had shrunk to a perfect fit in the washing machine and now fitted her snugly like a glove. Why there was a washing machine conveniently placed there was anyone's guess...

"Now....we need a weapon..." Zeni noted. "...but before that...." Zeni looked up at her newfound servant. "...err...could you please not carry me by my shoulders like that?"

"How should I carry you, m'lady?" Justice asked.

....

"Like this." Zeni said, sitting on Justice's left forearm, resting her back against his chest. "Now, inspect those storages over there...I have a feeling there will be conveniently-placed plot-device experimental weapons stored there ready for our use."

"And behind door number 1...." Zeni announced as Justice opened the first door, "...a broomstick..."

A number of succesive doors yielded a yellow scooter, a pair of x-ray goggles, a baseball bat with nails in it, a toy hammer, an over-sized plasma cannon, an 16th century cannonball cannon, a cat, an avalanche of popcorn, before.....

....

"I like this one." A smile slowly widened across Zeni's visage.

"....but...mistress...." Justice began. "...it's...a guitar."

"Correction. It's an electric guitar, my dear Justice." Zeni said. "Pick it up."

"But....how do we fight with a...."

"We're about to find out." Zeni said, pointing out a convenient horde of yaoibots entering the room, presumably for a rather belated inspection. "And off course, as plot device weapons go, the inexperienced user gets to kick plenty of ass on his first try...." She said as she raised both hands. Small orbs of mana gathered around each finger as 'threads of fate' slowly spun out to attach to Justice's limbs. "...let's...RUMBLE!"

KABOOOM....

CRASH....

"...M'lady...?" Justice asked as the two flew in a wide arc across the corridor outside.

"Be quiet for a moment. This is rather complicated." Zeni muttered as she pulled another random thread...this time causing Justice to sommersault in mid-air into landing on his head...

"...M'lady, I believe we should just try and escape...." Justice said, rubbing a bump on his head as he picked up Zeni from where she lay upside-down against the wall.

"Nonsense." Zeni muttered, reactivating her threads of fate. "I know I haven't done this in a while....but I'm sure I'll get a hang of it soon." Zeni said, manipulating Justice into facing the oncoming horde. "Now...URYAAAAAAAAA!" She yelled as Justice launched forwards, guitar raised. With a deft, powerful swing, he managed to land a strike on the frontmost yaoibot's head...

...which barely shuddered under the assault...

A brief silence filled the corridor as both sides watched the shuddering guitar with ernest interest.

"Oh?" Zeni noticed a red chord dangling from the electric guitar. "...what happens when I pull...." She pulled the chord.

A loud, menacing screech came forth from the guitar as a multitude of small, rapidly spinning blades burst forth from within, straight into the yaoibot's metal plating, cutting straight through and eliciting a painful screech of tortured metal. Smoke and steam wafted up as the metal practically melted under the heated blades.

"...." Justice and Zeni looked at one another, just as the yaoibots looked at its stricken comrade before looking up at the one responsible....

"RETREAT! RETREAT!" The yaoibots chirped in unison as they drunkenly whizzed back up the corridor in the opposite direction.

"...."

One yaoibot came nervously back, sweeped up the remnants of its stricken comrade, before rushing off once more.

"...that was easy..." Zeni smiled. "We make a good team, Justice."

"Indeed, M'lady." Justice smiled encouragingly back as the chainsaw blades slid back into the recesses of the guitar.

A menacing shadow suddenly loomed over the victorious duo.

"...don't turn around..." Zeni hissed. "If we turn around, it'll attack us. If we don't, it might go away..."

"....what if it doesnt' go away, m'lady?" Justice hissed back.

The two sighed before looking around....only to find a huge plague carrier yaoibot towering over them, with the army of yaoibots that retreated earlier clustering around behind it.

"....run..." Zeni breathed.

And the two ran...

A few minutes of haphazard running later....

An explosion on one side of the ship spat out two incandescent figures into the darkness of the upper atmosphere...

"Why'd you have to run into the knights' changing room?!" Zeni shouted over the roar of the explosion.

"...b-but...m'lady...you were controlling my body..." Justice protested weakly as the two entered free fall. The wind whistled past their ears, whipping repeatedly at their clothes as they plummeted earthwards towards the light-webbed cityscape below.

"Behind us...." Zeni muttered, climbing onto Justice's back and hanging on tightly onto his neck as an entire platoon of winged warrior yaoi fangirls and their yaoibot minions flew down in pursuit. "They're firing at us!" Zeni shouted, pulling the chord on the electric guitar once more. This time, a blaze of light enveloped the body of the guitar, forming what looked like a scythe. "COME ON!" Zeni roared. With surgical precision, Justice's arms raised the guitar up and deflected the oncoming bullets.

"They're coming!" dozens of warriors charged down towards them, discarding their rifles in favour of blades of various description. Zeni and Justice only barely managed to deflect each charge, being entirely incapable of evasion in their weightless state of free fall. The warriors circled around after each charge, systematically timing their attacks to allow no time for respite for the desperate duo.

"No...MORE!" Zeni declared, tired of the incessant barrage, pulling on the electric guitar's chord once more. A set of letters dashed across a convenient analogue display on the guitar's body.

"What does it say?!" Justice shouted over the roar of the wind around them.

"LOVE-Sign....MASTER....SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!" Zeni roared as little flecks of light gathered around the tip of the guitar.....before a disproportionately huge beam of light exploded out into the dark sky, subsequently lighting it up with the fireballs of many fiery explosions as Justice dragged the beam in a horizontal streak across their oncoming targets.

"Well done, M'lady!" Justice shouted over the dull roar of the explosions above.

"Wait! What's that!" Zeni shouted as a shadow came plummeting down towards them.

"It's that robot from earlier, m'lady!" Justice shouted back as the charred remains of the plague-carrier yaoibot came down towards them. "....there are words dashing across its chest display..." He noted.

"Let's see...." Zeni said as she began reading the words. "...Self-destruct activated...if you can read this you are....too close..." Zeni finished. "Oh, that's nice of them, giving us a warning like that...."

....and the sky lit up with one more, rather brilliant, fireball. The two small specks of dust that it spat out were rather insignificant in comparison and almost passed unnoticed....


Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 10:00 PM
"Come on, you fuckin' hosers! It's GAME TIME!!" a demonic enraged hockey-nut in red roared at a horde of 'sharp'-looking individuals. And then, rather abruptly, she made a deft swing with her stick...and almost instantly a burning, melting puck was shuddering in the brickwork an inch away from Xaosite's head.

"....whoah, there, friend." Xaosite smiled. "I personally believe in fortune in chance meetings so you may feel at ease."

"That's lousy reasoning there...'friend'." Legacy-ko replied without lowering her hockey stick. "Sneaking up on me like that will only lead you to a slow, painful, and definitely embarrassing death."

"...don't I know you? Hmm...you seem to remind me of an old friend..." Xaosite began. But before he could continue....

Another explosion in a nearby street heralded the arrival of yet another party of retreating yaoists. Unfortunately, the aforementioned 'thorny jerks' were sitting right in the middle of their retreat route. The meeting of the two groups wasn't a pretty one.

"Ouch...ok, there WASN'T much fortune in THAT chance meeting...." Xaosite winced in sympathy, watching as the yaoist zombies impaled themselves on the nasty-looking thorns.

"Oh, how convenient...." Vex observed, spinning yet another lamppost he had obtained on the way across his shoulders before planting one side of it firmly into the asphalt.

"This is not all too sporting, is it?" Serena muttered as her armoured boots kicked up sparks as she screeched to a halt in her pursuit. "What fun is there in slashing that pathetic lot up?"

".....well...just BECAUSE they are a pathetic lot, perhaps? And besides, slashing is fun, no matter what you slash..." Vex shrugged.

"Let's just clean this up and get on with it." Lyon said, reloading and cocking her handguns. "We still have a ways to go, don't we?"

"...perhaps we won't have to. My sensors are picking up two incoming heat sources, one heading straight for....ah, I would advise all present to step back a little..." Rijin said, taking 10 huge cyborg strides backwards.

Everyone present, including Xaosite and Legacy-ko, promptly heeded the warning and took many generous steps backwards.

And sure enough, a timely flaming fireball came blazing down straight towards the center of the mass of yaoists....

...and what happened next could easily be described in terms of blast radius. Thorns and meaty bits flew out in every conceivable direction, smashing through the surrounding buildings.

"....That couldn't have been nice..." Legacy commented from the comfort of the recesses of their shared body as Legacy-ko wiped slime off her eyes and mouth.

"Don't make me come in there and slap you...." Legacy-ko muttered as she spat goo out of her teeth.

"Are we there yet?" Xaosite asked from behind the shelter of Legacy-ko's broad hockey suit.

"You creep! How dare you stay dry at my expense!" Legacy-ko yelled at a rapidly retreating Xaosite.

"More importantly...what was that? Another attack?" Serena asked.

"Doubt it. That one had no purpose and was too poorly aimed." Ray said, pointing out the smoking crater left behind by the explosion that had blown the remaining yaoists into oblivion. "It looks more like the weather forecast was off....it's raining lolis..."

"Hey, lookee what we have here....it's another yaoist...and a high-ranking one at the looks of it..." Vex smiled rather gleefully at the sight of the lightly-singed dress-uniform-clad figure in the middle of the crater.

"Oh really? There's a high price on those heads." Rijin observed. "I saw...or rather, detected her first so she's mine."

"What shall we do with her?" Lyon asked, gesturing at the unconscious figure with her glock.

"Well, they didn't say they want the yaoist commanders in ONE piece, so first we can..." Vex began.

"HOLD IT!" A figure, armed with a guitar, shouted from atop a nearby tall pile of rubble. "How dare you attempt to harm a poor defenseless unarmed young lady?! Even if she were not my mistress I'd still fight to protect her! But as she IS my mistress, you shall all know PAIN!"

"....is he an idiot?" Serena asked aside to Ray.

".....let's ask him, shall we?" Ray replied.
 

Llamakid

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Night One: 10:22

Still deep in Yaoi Space, at the Space Station Yaoi 1


"Why does it feel like it has taken weeks just to get over here?" the yaoist mercenary Llama wondered. "I mean hell, its only taken about an hour to walk he-
Before he could finish her thought, the voice of the "supervisor" rocked him into the real world

"Despite the fact that we have almost no idea who you are, what you're motivation is, or even your gender, we have decided to let you fight for our side in the war" Stated the Supervisor.

"But" she continued "Since you refuse to give us any real information, we will only give you a minor role, with no real support."
"I guess not even they are that naive" mused the merc. "That is fine, I only need information. You already know on whom. And a ship." The voicebox replied.

"Yes, the information you requested was not hard to learn, but the only ship you shall receive from us is this"



"I'm surprised it isn't pink"

"Not even we can afford to paint everything pink. All the information is on that ship. Now go, and fight for the almighty Yaoi!"

"Whatever"
With that, the mercenary know only as Llama starts his campaign against the TFF Forces.
 
Warning: DBZ-ing imminent, with reasonable justification...

Night One: A Ventilation Shaft, Onboard the Cassandra The Great, Imperial Flagship of the Invasion Fleet, 10.42 PM

The smell of cats was unbelievably strong up in the ventilation shaft above Lady Catherine's room. Eterna had no choice but to breath through the sleeves of her dress uniform and try to bear the heat and stench emanating from below as she craned her ears for the slightest sound from below.

...below being Lady Catherine's Room, the Empress' most loyal Knight, 1st Knight of the Fist of Yaoi.

"...M'lady, this is Captain Arnette, reporting!" Eterna heard a voice come from the door below.

"Yes, Captain, please, come in and have a seat. Spot of tea?" Catherine's voice wafted up through a grill in the ventilation shaft.

"Thank you very much, M'lady, but please accept my humblest apologies for declining your gracious offer. I don't think myself worthy." Arnette replied, rather nervously. Obviously she wasn't quite used to having such prominent figures onboard her ship. Secondly, she wasn't quite used to so many cats. She shivered as two curled and slinked around her ankles comfortably.

"Come now, we are all servants of the empire, why can't we have tea like the comrades we are?" Catherine smiled a disarming smile.

"I must return to my post, M'lady, but I will dare not decline such a gracious offer in the future." The Captain replied. Her eyes twitched as she saw a kitten relieve itself in a corner of the room. 'In my ship...MY ship!' she cried inwardly.

"Then if you're not here for tea....then what occasion brings you here?" Catherine asked, raising an inquisitve eyebrow.

"kitten..." She mumbled, before snapping out and standing to attention once mroe, "...M'lady, we have a report on the situation on the ground. Lady Issildra's 21st unit has just been wiped out while attempting to invade the mercenary meeting." Arnette reported.

"That's just like Issildra...to treat her poor troops like cannon fodder and sacrificing them needlessly..." Catherine sighed. "I don't often speak ill of my comrades in arms....but unfortunately I cannot condone Issildra's methods. That aside, Captain...I sense something bothering you. Any concerns you would like to share?"

"...permission to speak freely, M'lady?"

"Permission granted, Arnette, by all means, speak your mind. I may call you Arnette, yes?"

"As you wish, M'lady. I wish to know why we're holding this position in high orbit when we have the means and opportunity to take our enemies and consolidate our victory all in one go."

If she had a heart, Eterna was sure it would have leapt with excitement.

"You doubt your commander?" Catherine asked, turning to face the captain fully and subject her to a look of pleasant curiosity....one that hit the captain like a slap on the face.

"Ma'am, my duty is to my crew and the interests of the empire." The captain rallied. "If I have reason to doubt our current efforts are delaying the empire's impending victory then I must express it."

"....before we continue, have you placed sentries to watch that vampire?" Catherine asked.

A small smile crept across Eterna's features.

"Yes, M'lady, to your exact orders. Her two aides are loyal to me and are continously reporting her exact position and activities to me on a minute to minute basis. In fact, she is currently gorging herself on popcorn in the mess room." Arnette reported

"...that popcorn-loving twat...." Lady Catherine muttered under her breath.

Eterna couldn't help but stiffle a giggle. Ah, the unlimited wonders of being a vampire. Somehow, it amazed her how ignorant many were of vampire lore. Shadow clones were perhaps one of the more obscure vampiric abilities....but it should still be relatively well-known...

"...In case you haven't noticed, there are a range of new faces amongst the higher ranks...all of whom were ex-TFFers." Catherine continued.

"You doubt their loyalty?" Arnette asked.

"Very much so." Catherine replied bluntly. "After all, that so-called yaoi-fangirl-ification machine was built by that ex-Crimson Moon Executioner...and to be honest, despite my full belief in her Supreme Majesty the Empress' great wisdom, I feel the need to question her and her excellency the GrandMaster's decision to allow that double-traitor back into the fold. We are letting possible double-agents onboard our flagship in positions of high authority based only on her machine's assurance that they are 100% converted to our cause. First it's bad for morale...second it's bad for our plans. Not to mention her sister somehow managed to escape what was supposed to be a completely secure chamber..."

"Is that why you chose to keep your plans a secret, M'lady?"

"....This is your ship, captain...so I suppose you have the right to know. The Empress wishes to acquire the power of crack fics, the source of which is the land of TFF itself. Said powers have been found to be channelled straight through certain TFFers....the ones that are currently rallying to defeat us. The odds of winnning are in their favour while they are on their homeground, close to the source of crack fic energy. Now....if we draw them away from their home...."

"....they will be considerably weaker..."

"Your ship will be deciding factor, Captain. As soon as they arrive in High Orbit we will draw them away from TFF....and defeat them on equal grounds."

"Yes. That is, off course, only half the plan. The other half is to use the Crimson Moon."

"The Crimson Moon?"

"Yes."

"But....then we would have to recover Lady Zeni...." Arnette said. "The Crimson Moon requires a pair to activate, yes?"

"yes. But we already have a pair. We have two Judge Class Crimson Moon weapons on our side...." Catherine said, before she was interrupted by the PA.

"Captain, we have multiple ships on radar!" A female voice announced urgently over the PA as a live holographic video feed of the ship's First Mate from the bridge appeared before the two.

"Why now...?" Eterna groaned inwardly before rushing off noiselessly down the ventilation shaft.

"Their allegiance?" Arnette asked her First Mate on the bridge.

"They are the rapid reaction advance forces from Rokudaime, Fukufics, and FictionPress! They claim to be here on a relief mission....but they've opened up all weapon bays!"

"...M'lady?" The captain turned towards her commander for orders.

A small smile spread across the 1st Knight's lips. "....send out the vampire."

"M'lady?"The Captain asked, puzzled.

"I believe this would be a good time to test her allegiance. Have her lead a defense wing to intercept them." Catherine continued.

"....No need for the defense wing, M'lady." Eterna suddenly popped up on the screen, pushing aside the First Mate. "I will sally forth on my own."

"....you're mad!" The captain breathed.

"No....that would be quite interesting...to see the full strength of an all-powerful Crimson Moon Executioner..." Catherine said.

"Oh please, M'lady, you are much too generous with your flattery." Eterna laughed off the patronizing comment.

"Will you need a mobile suit at least? An exoskeleton, perhaps?" The captain asked. As much as she didn't like the vampire, if anything were to happen to her out there it'd be on her, the ship's captain's, head. She didn't know how to even begin explaining to her Supreme Majesty why her entire crew stayed back and let her valued commander sally forth alone....and get killed. "Please, at the very least, take my..."

"I have no need for anything, Captain. Your concern alone is a boon to my confidence." Eterna nodded with an expression of ernest gratitude. "Now, please do watch as I fire off the opening salvo of this war's first proper battle..."

"May the Yaoiryoku be with you, Lady Eterna." Catherine gave a nod of encouragement.

"Revel in the Supreme Light." Eterna replied, saluting, before the holographic screen went blank.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Night One: Hangar Bay, Onboard the Cassandra The Great, Imperial Flagship of the Invasion Fleet, 10.55 PM

"Lady Eterna, did you...?" the First Mate began as she accompanied Eterna down the noisy hangar bay. Her whisper was completely drowned by the roar of engines and general hubbub of activity.

"I'm not sure yet, Olivia, but I have a feeling it's not Catherine." Eterna muttered under her breath. "It certainly isn't Issildra...it's not her style."

"...what then?" the First mate, Olivia, asked.

"I'll have to go higher up towards the top of the Fist of Yaoi to find more..." Eterna said. "...in the mean time, I'll continue to keep an eye on Catherine..."

"What of the captain?" Olivia asked.

"Arnette is a close friend. I think she is trustworthy." Eterna replied. "I will tell her in due time once I've ascertained her intentions...I'm sure she knows with whom her allegiance lies."

"...do you think her Supreme Majesty was right in being suspicious...?" Olivia asked.

"Ssst...no more. Remember, Olivia, trust no one." Eterna hissed as a group of scout pilots walked past the two.

"May the Yaoiryoku be with you, Lady Eterna." Olivia whispered, raising a palm to her chest in salute.

"And you too, Olivia. Revel in the Supreme Light." Eterna replied, mirroring her gesture before unravelling a pair of dark leathery vampire wings and taking off into the air lock.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Night One: Onboard the FFS Dauntless, Acting Flagship of the Coalition Relief Fleet, 11.02 PM

"This is the coalition relief fleet, bringing relief supplies to our ally, the planet of TFF. I repeat, this is a..." The captain repeated over and over again over the com-link.

"Sir, isn't this...a little cowardly?" The First Mate asked aside to the captain.

"We are outclassed and outgunned here, sailor." The captain said gravely, turning off the com-link for a brief moment. "Our only chance is to distract them while we launch a surprise attack from behind using our marine infiltrator frigates. Once we capture their flagship and lead ships their fleet will be in chaos and we'll liberate the high orbit."

"Very good, sir...." The First Mate replied, sighing a little.

"Cunning is the better part of valour, sailor." the captain could only say.

"Sir! Our Marine Infiltrator Frigates have just been destroyed!" the situation operator reported urgently.

"What?! How?!" The captain demanded in disbelief.

"...and whatever just destroyed them is heading this way now at an insane speed!"

"How many?!" The Captain roared.

"....one...."

"What?!" The captain and first mate demanded simultaneously.

"It's...just one..." The situation operator repeated, his face contorted into an expression of utter incredulity.

"The Mary Sue has been hit! She's...she's gone!" Another operator shouted.

"The Yuricon! It's...it's been thrown into the Angst! They have both gone critical...we've lost them!" Another operator cried.

"The Action/Adventure is asking for support! It's going down fast!"

"We've lost the AU!"

"Sir! Orders?!" The First Mate shouted to the captain. "Sir?!"

".....it can't be...." The captain mumbled uncertainly to himself. "...No...wai..."

"...Wai..." A sweet little voice replied beside him.

The captain could feel his stiff neck creaking as he slowly turned to face the source of the voice...

...to come face to face with a young girl in a neat, crisp black dress uniform, standing calmly next to him...

"...Sorry, I'm afraid you'll have to go to sleep for a while...." The girl said.

...and then it all went dark...
 

Ray

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Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 10:03 PM

"It looks more like the weather forecast was off....it's raining lolis..."

Complete with their own custom bodyguards, it seemed to Ray, as a man holding an electric guitar popped out of the rubble, hoisting the stunned little girl into his arms and quickly beginning to ramble.

"Stand back, you knaves, or I swear you won't be coming out unharmed?"

"Knaves?" someone muttered along the back.

"Well, are we going to get on fighting this bastard or what?" Vex asked as he walked forward, a wicked grin forming on his face. Behind him, a loud CLACK! could be heard as Rijin reloaded a missile in seeming agreement.

The grey-haired man, however, continued his rambling, oblivious of his impending doom. Even Ray, who'd at lenght studied yaoist responses to different situations, was starting to feel dumbfounded.

"Is... is he an idiot?" Serena asked, turning to her master in confusion.

Ray eyed everyone's semi-raised weapons. Smirking, he turned towards his apprentice.

"Let's ask him, shall we? Preferably before he gets blown to bits."

Calmly ignoring the bantering behind him, Ray stepped forward, trained eyes shifting from the man to the stunned loli and back to the man again, trying to determine the bigger threat. Though the girl was wearing the uniform, her aura was almost completely suppressed by exhaustion, and what little Ray could feel didn't seem corrupted. The man, however, was outright hostile. Maybe...

"Oi. Dispensing with the pleasantries, is falling from the sk-"

"Stand BACK, I said! BACK!" the man yelled, and without warning swung his fingers through the strings of his guitar, producing an extremely loud, ear-splitting shriek that made everyone around flinch.

But that was it. The guitar did nothing. Behind Ray, having seen the perfect excuse, Rijin raised his cannon.

"What! Oh, m'lady, I forgot you're not awake to- hmph! HHMPH!"

BOOM!

The man said nothing else, tumbling to the ground as a flurry of doujin pages bound his hands, feet, and covered his mouth. Overhead, missing him by a milimeter, went one of Rijin's missiles, which promptly impacted against a concrete wall in a ball of fire. As the man fell, the unconscious loli slipped from his now useless arms. Ray rushed to catch her, but held her none-too-gently, pressing a doujin page to the girl's forehead the instance he'd gotten a hold of her.

The page glowed a bright blue, but didn't appear to react otherwise. Then, suddenly, it flashed a bright white, the light bathing the girl until the mana link fell and the materialized page dissipated.

"Vampire..." he muttered, loosening his grip a bit, "vampire, but no yaoist, it looks like. No corruption save some remaining external taint..."

"Oi, Paladin! Why'd you do that for! They were mine!"

Ray turned around, the girl still in his arms. Smiling, he faced the gigantic cyborg looming over him with all the ease of somebody about to drink his morning tea.

"Unlike you, my aesthetically challenged friend, I don't particularly revel in the wanton murder of innocents."

"Innocents my ass!" Legacy-ko exclaimed, "That girl couldn't look more like a Yaoist if she dyed her hair pink and went around reading Fruits Basket hentai!"

There was silence.

"Alright, maybe she could, but the point is-"

"She's not corrupted," Ray cut in, "and neither is the other guy, it would seem. I just checked, and I'd like to think my experience weighs a bit more than your opinion in this matter."

"Why you..."

"Actually, I'm inclined to agree with him," Vex said, "but then again... can't I at least have a slice or two at the guy?"

"HMPH! HMPGGHH!" the man responded, struggling against his bonds.

"I don't think he'd like that," Serena muttered, "and besides, what are we still doing here? At the rate we're moving, the shuttle might as well leave without us."

"Exactly," Ray agreed, "so let's move. Carry the loli, Serena."

"Wait, what!?" his apprentice protested as Ray shoved the loli into her arms.

"Dibs on grabbing that guitar, bitches!" Legacy-ko exclaimed, grabbing the instrument to furious, if muffled, protests by the bound man, "We'll still need someone to carry that other idiot, though."

At this, everybody turned to the one guy who'd remained suspiciously quiet during the whole encounter.

Xaosite flinched.
 
NB: I'll take advantage of this post to gather everyone back together and make a shoot for the hangar. Hope you don't mind.

*Flashback*

A few years ago, in another world, Christmas Eve...

A large flock of shadows dashed across the face of what could only be an abyss, devoid of light or warmth...

There was an almost palpable heavy silence amongst the group.

"Will we meet again?" One finally broke the silence.

"We will, Sidhe-chan, at the end of the road." A female voice replied.

Nobody needed a translation of what Zeni just said. They all knew the mission was a suicidal one at best....a futile one at worst....

"Look, not that I'm being unrealistic, but when I play, I play to win." Another figure in a black cloak said.

"We will win, Legacy, that much I can promise you." Another cloak-clad figure replied.

"Yes, listen to our God of Dice, the great Xaosite-sama!" Konoka Konoe's voice rang out cheerfully through the desolate abyss. Almost instantly, it was drowned out by the overwhelming gloom.

Silence reigned once more.

"Hey, when we get back, let's have a huge bbq!" Mick suggested in an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere.

"Hey, my little brother's showing some brains for once!" Nobuo, rather surprisingly, slapped his little brother on the back jovially.

"Yeah, I'll hunt us a huge boar" Sousuke declared.

"And drinks are on me!" David offered generously.

"...I suppose I'm in charge of supplying various....other meat?" Nikolaus mused.

"Leave the grilling to me." Unknown offered.

"And I'll cook!" Mihoshi offered.

"NO!" The rest of the group roared in perfect unison.

An awkward, rather embarassed silence fell before a giggle broke out from their midst....it was Zephy.

...this was followed by Kirakishou and Barusuishou, before their big brother, Epsilon, joined in the laughter, before the rest of the group broke into a chorus of cheerful laughter.

"Hey, guys....try not to die, ok?" Vex suddenly said.

"What's wrong, mercenary? Growing a heart?" Ray suddenly chuckled.

"...No." Vex said. "You're all strong, so I want to defeat you all myself."

"...wow, that's a lot, coming from the heartless mercenary." Parker said. "I suddenly feel as if we can actually win this."

"What nonsense! Off course we're winning this!" LL laughed. "By the power of crackfics, I say it shall be so!"

"Hear hear!" David slapped the butt of his rifle to a chorus of ascent from the others.

Their cheers and laughter died away almost completely as they cleared the crest of the hill they were running up...

...before them, under a circling storm, was the Ark....

...And above it, glowing a menacing red, was the Crimson moon...surrounded by the twisted realm of the Yaoist Trollz...

"I know we've had this talk time and time again before..." the one member of their group who had been silent all the way, suddenly spoke, "...but this time it's serious. There will be no honour this time. We aren't heroes...and won't be. At best we will be erased from history...at worst we will be used as scapegoats and go down in history as renegades. So if you believe you can make more of your life, leave. Nobody here will blame you if you do."

"What are you talking about, Master Chief?" Legacy suddenly laughed, slapping the huge Spartan on his shoulder-guard. "I'm the bearer of the Index...we won't have a chance in hell without me."

"There are battles here I would never miss out on fighting...even if it costs me my life." Vex said, a rather insane smile spreading across his features.

"I have a score to settle with those Yaoist Trollz. That is all." Ray muttered.

"I don't care about history. We Executioners are already the black sheep of history...now at the very least I wish to wipe out the last remains of our infernal legacy..." Zeni said, looking up at the Crimson Moon...HER Crimson Moon.

"More corpses for me." Nikolaus shrugged.

"Seconded." Parker nodded in agreement.

"Aura is in there...." Epsilon murmured, single-mindedly, almost oblivious to what Master Chief had said.

"...Mama..." Zephy murmured. "Mama's in there..."

"Up to it, brother?" Nobuo cast a smirk in Mick's direction.

"...hell yeah." Mick muttered back. "This time, I will protect Sidhe."

"Yeah, you do that....I have to concentrate on bringing them down..." Nobuo said darkly, mostly to himself.

"I like playing these odds....it means more to win when we do." Xaosite smiled.

"Besides, this is what crackfics are written for." LL said. "A last cookie, anyone?" He asked, offering the others a tray of cookies.

"Cookies!" Eterna cried excitedly.

"This is my Hunt." Saosuke said flatly. "And nobody will turn me away from it."

"This is what Deadmen die for." Unknown smiled a knowing smile.

"For King, For Country, for Barney Calhoun, and for Crowbars!" David roared, ramming extra rounds into his Lee Enfield.

"This is where we part." Zeni said, looking over the whole group. "We'll meet again at the end. ...Try not to die...I may have a use for you..."

And without another word the group parted ways into the darkness.

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Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 10:15 PM

"...Eterna..." Zeni mumbled dreamily.

"Is she talking in her sleep?" Lyon asked as the group rushed down yet another empty street. The evacuation effort had been completed days ago, leaving nothing but the empty concrete shells of what was once the proud city of TFFA. Their steps echoed rather ominously off the cold dead walls, as if inviting more to attack.

"Yeah. I just wish she'd stop drooling in her sleep too...." Serena muttered. "I just polished this armour too...."

"Hrmmph!" Said the bundle slung over Xaosite's two giant floating D20s.

"I think the idiot wants to say something." Vex observed.

"Let him speak. In fact, let's MAKE him talk." Rijin suggested from behind.

Ray shrugged before roughly ripping off the doujin page stuck over the man's mouth, eliciting a cry of pain from the man.

"Let her be! She hasn't slept in a week inside that infernal torture chamber!" The man shouted, while trying to numb the pain from the loss of his weak moustache.

"...torture chamber?" Ray asked, raising an eyebrow. "So she's already been interrogated by our side?"

"SO! You ARE Yaoist scum!" The man roared. "I would die before I let you have your way with M'lady!"

"...yaoist?" Vex raised an eyebrow at the remark. But before he could continue, the sky scraper next to them exploded outwards, spitting out a number of smoking figures and a huge mettalic frame of something only vaguely humanoid.

One small figure managed to spin around in mid-air, upright herself, and murmur 'love sign...magiccannon' (Author's note: I assume this is based on Touhou's Marisa Kirisame). A huge beam of blazing bluish white light emanated from her cupped hands, straight into the smoke and dust....which exploded once more, coughing out even more smoke and dust.

"What?! More yaoists?!" Lea shouted, as he skidded to a halt across the asphalt, narrowly avoiding getting crushed by the huge red mecha that crashed into the street next to him, scraping up sparks from the ground. "If you want some too then you'll have to come and get it!" He raised his flaming chakrams at Ray's approaching party.

"Whoah, hey, you should at least remember the faces of your comrades!" Xaosite said.

"....huh? Comrades?"

"I remember those people." Locke muttered, picking himself up from where he landed on the street. "Don't kill them. They may come in useful later. Besides, we have more important things to take care of..."

"Yeah, can't go forgetting THAT big guy..." RC muttered as his mecha slowly got to its feet to face the oncoming menace.

The huge metallic form of a giant yaoibot materialized from within the smoke and dust. It towered impressively over them, its giant yaoi cannon akimbo. "TARGET IDENTIFIED. PREPARE TO FIRE..."

"Tch...My magicannon barely scratched it..." Marisa muttered.

"It's bounded by anti-magic runes...." Mick observed. "Us mages are quite useless against this thing..."

Light slowly gathered within the recesses of the cannon as it slowly levelled its barrel at the group.

"....hey, we're sort of massed together here....shouldn't we be...uh...scrambling...like ants in a flood?" Xaosite asked.

A small light blinked on the shoulder of Zeni's dress uniform. Just as suddenly, the yaoibot's cannon's light died away. "FRIENDLY IDENTIFIED. IDENTIFYING...IDENTIFYING....IDENTITY CONFIRMED AS LADY ZENI...RANK CONFIRMED...PRIORITY ALTERED - AWAIT COMMANDS..." A robotic voice chirped.

"Uhhh....where am I...?" Zeni mumbled as she finally came to. "Uhhh...."

"She IS a Yaoist! I say kill her before she gives that Yaoibot any orders!" Rijin said.

"No! Wait! Killing her may cause the yaoibot to continue its attack!" Lea pointed out.

"....Zeni?" Unknown raised an eyebrow. "Or...Zeni's little sister, perhaps? But I'd know those green eyes and silver hair anywhere!"

"You're right...that IS Zeni..." David nodded in agreement. "She's anything BUT a yaoist!"

"...isn't she a little too LOLI to be Zeni...?" Xaosite asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...isn't she a little too LOLI to be a yaoist?" Locke raised an even bigger eyebrow.

"...I wouldn't put anything past the yaoists..." Ray muttered darkly.

"Well, her uniform speaks for itself, doesn't it?" RC pointed out.

*Darn it! I have to go and mind some business. Feel free to continue that or whatever. Sorry for the crap quality of the post, didn't get time to polish it.*
 

Epsilon

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Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 10:16 PM

"Would you stop referring to my lady as a LOLI?!"

Xaosite merely grinned at the other man's outburst. "Unfortunately, the dice aren't in your favour for that outcome."

"So what do we do with that big guy over there?" asked Serena as she kept a weary eye on the giant Yaoibot who continued to stand by.

"I say we nuke it while its defenses are down. It's probably transmitting its surveillance data to the other units. If we idle here for too long, we'll get caught," suggested Locke.

"Just get a control panel open and I'll roast its circuits." Small flames danced around Lea's hands in anticipation.

"C-could someone tell me what's going on?" Unknown had to resist the urge to glomp Zeni at the cute way she asked that question.

"It's a long story and we'll be happy to fill you in once we figure out what to do with-" Ray was interrupted as the group heard a large THUD behind the massive Yaoibot.

"The hell is that?!" screeched Rijin as the group saw the silhouette of a gigantic metal claw attached to a right arm pierce the Yaoibot's side armour easily.

"Another Yaoibot that's come to finish us off?" Marisa began charging up energy for another Magicannon attack, even though it had no luck blasting the previous enemy.

"No... just a rather disgruntled super virus who will be requiring a strong cup of coffee very, very soon." That was Gigabyte's only response as his viral code started attacking the enemy robot's internal computer.
 

Rooster455

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Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 10:16 PM

Luckily all the exposions had kept tracking his 'allies' relatively easy but they had also attracted a freaking giant yaoibot. Ricky had ducked into a building when people had started firing energy beams from their hands.

Ricky could only sigh when the robots had shown up. Why is it that there are ALWAYS giant robots. Frak, I miss Corporal Gant and her rocket launchers.

Sticking his head out of the door, 'Rooster' checked the rest of the street for hostiles, before making his decision. The TFFers seemed to be having a difficulty telling friend from foe so staying in the building and popping out to say hello didn't sound like a very healthy idea.

Best let them see me first. He thought as he swept the street one more time before breaking cover and jogging towards the group down the road.
 

Marisa

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Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 10:16 PM

Marisa stood silently at the outer fringes of the group, pouting slightly. If she only knew the thing had runes beforehand, she could have overloaded her magic several times over to break the protection. Sure, she would have fainted and her special reserve completely drained, but it would have been worth it.

The large thing that suddenly appeared startled her a bit, but it seemed friendly, so no big deal.

Marisa stared at the new addition to their group. From what the others were saying, they knew this girl, and that she wasn't a yaoist despite being dressed like one, or being recognized by the robot as one.

She was rather cute, really.

Marisa sighed, and turned around, her eyes trying to find any more threats. A blonde man was approaching them, who didn't seem to be hostile, but she opened the pathways of her magical power just in case. The others also began to take note of the man.
 
Night One, TFFA City, Commercial District, 10:25 PM

A lone figure stood silhoutted against the pale moonlight atop the half-decimated building the yaoibot had walked through.

"You won't escape me THAT easily...." Arianna muttered through gritted teeth as she watched the last of the TFFers disappear through a huge hole in the street the yaoibot had been commanded to make.

She flipped out a pocket communicator, dialed up a link, and said, "They've entered the sewers....pursue them!"

Night One, TFFA City, Deep Sewers under Commercial District, 10:35 PM

"...Hmmm....all right...the situation is THAT serious..." Zeni nodded in understanding, rocking back and forth to the motion of her seat. "A lot has happened in the last one week...and I'm surprised TFF was so slow to react. We reacted so much faster in previous disasters...and even preempted some." The sound of metallic footsteps and water splashes echoed all around the stone walls, resonating deep within the ancient stonework as they proceeded deeper into the darkness. The giant yaoibot Epsilon had tamed was now serving as their make-shift method of transport.

"We suspect the involvement of yaoist elements within the government." Ray explained.

"Hmmm..." Zeni mused. "Plausible. Very plausible." She commented...sounding a lot more calm than she really was. In truth, she and her sister had been working for the Department of Internal Affairs as counter-agents against Yaoi threats, having been prominent members of the fangirl realm before. She was fearing the worst...that her sister was the mole...

"....anyway...do you mind?" Zeni asked, as a missile launcher barrel bumped into the back of her head for the umpteenth time. "I'm not going to run away or stab you in the back. My legs are paralyzed for goodness sake! I can no more stab you than kick you in the groin!"

"Prisoners have no rights." Rijin replied coldly.

"Yes, by the treaty of Geneva." Marisa pointed out from behind a book.

"That doesn't matter as Zeni is NOT a prisoner." Unknown argued. "She's a comrade-in-arms."

"I see a Yaoist, nothing more, nothing less." Lea said.

"Ummph!" Justice shouted through his new gag. "MPPH! Mppphhhhh!"

"Can someone knock that clown out?" Vex asked. "He's getting on my nerves. Somebody do it before I silence him...for good..."

"He's my servant and he's just concerned for me." Zeni said. "Don't worry, Justice, it's only a matter of wearing the wrong thing at the wrong time. Just a little misunderstanding."

"I told you, I sense little to no corruption in her." Ray pointed out. Though even he doubted himself a little. He sensed something...it was weak, yet it was there, no doubt about it....the darkness of yaoi....but it was too weak to mean anything. It could just be the uniform for all he knew. But....he wasn't sure...

"...this stinks. Whose idea was this, anyway?" Ricky, the newest member of the group, muttered.

"Vex's, I think." Serena said.

"No, I'm sure it was Ray's." Vex said.

"No, off course not, I'm not one for hiding and sneaking. It was Lyon's idea." Ray protested.

"...me? Suggest going through a stinky and dingy sewer? Uh uh...nope, you've got the wrong girl." Lyon said. "I'm sure it was Marisa.

They all turned to Marisa only to see the top of her head shake from behind the safety of her open book and a finger pointing out at RC.

"Me?! Off course not! The water and damp can't be good for my mecha's paintjob! It has to be that hockey nut!" RC protested.

"....Don't look at me. It's people like him who like to make these sort of gambles." Legacyko said, pointing at Xaosite.

"....I think it was Zeni." Xaosite said bluntly.

Everyone's eyes turned towards Zeni.

"...so? It was a good idea." Zeni shrugged. She knew that the best way to get people to do things was to make them think it was their idea....and that was what she did. "We're safe, we're making a bee-line for the hangars....AND we're high and dry atop this robot!" She argued.

"Yes, a huge upgrade from the last time you had us travel through the sewers." Xaosite nodded with approval.

"...the last TWO times..." Unknown pointed out. "The first time we almost got eaten by a giant worm...thing...." He shuddered inwardly at the memory.

"The second time we were ambushed by frog...things...." Xaosite murmured....before shuddering inwardly alongside Unknown.

"Well, we should be safe this time." Zeni said. "The city had the sewers cleaned out last....uhh....uh oh...." Zeni's voice faltered.

"....lemme guess....zombies...in a sewer....right?" Legacyko sighed. "I hate it when I'm right...."

"...Epsilon? How fast does this thing go?" Zeni whispered aside to Epsilon.

"...how much faster do you want it to go?" Epsilon asked.

"...faster...MUCH faster...." Zeni whispered urgently. "As fast as it can go!"

An ear-piercing shriek resonated through the sewers. A frantic flurry of splashes echoed down the tunnel as something...lots of somethings....approached...FAST...on BOTH sides.

"....not again...." Xaosite and Unknown muttered to themselves.
 

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TFF Academy City, Street Leading to the Military Tower, some time near 10 PM (Yes, it's earlier. The scene will end after the current time stamp though.)

It was with a groan that Watashiwa greeted the sight of the military tower, finally, finally coming into view. He had been walking for some time now, always being careful to keep out of the way of the Yaoibots, the Yaoists leading them and the mad citizens of Academy City fighting them. Not to say that he was a coward. If it had been up to him, he would have been in the middle of combat, proving that the shortest distance between two points was a straight line through the horde.

Unfortunately, his "passenger" hurt his chances of getting out any high risk situation unharmed.

Speaking of which...

Ahead of him, he finally saw an abandoned building that would suit his purposes. Jogging forward gently, so as not to disturb her, he reached his goal and swung his burden onto the stairs. Finally he could rest.

He dropped down onto the stairs, rubbing his sore shoulders. "This is entirely your fault," he accused.

The Yaoist girl slept on.
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Some time earlier...

Watashiwa came to his senses when he heard the scream "FIRE IN THE HOLE"!

At the same time, a small metallic sphere flew from somewhere outside of his vision, landing not a foot from where he lay crouched.

"OH SHI-" was all he could manage before the grenade went off, taking most of his head with it.

And again it happened. The moment of Watashiwa's death, latent psionic energies spread from his rapidly dying body, and the universe moved. This time, the grenade bounced the other way, destroying small mob of Yaoibots, and convincing a number of TFFers who had answered the call that perhaps it was time to leave.

A few of them wondered about the kid who had been killed in the blast. A few of those spent a minute to check for his body. These were surprised to find the boy alive but unconscious--and to their disappointment, without any money in his pockets.

Watashiwa woke up some time later. He had a headache and he felt exhausted, but it was impossible to miss the small scale war going on around him. He risked a glance over the table to confirm his suspicions. He ducted back under as he was fired at by a half dozen robots, but he'd already seen what he needed to see.

Zaraki's was a ruin. The furniture was little more than kindling, every wall had at least two holes in it (not counting broken windows) and the bottles of alcohol that had lined the bar were now either broken, being used as ammunition, or stolen.

And to make matters worse, the building was slowly being emptied of defenders. There seemed no end to the Yaoibot swarm, which came in a slow but steady stream.

Time to use the Saotome Secret Technique, Watashiwa thought. IÆm outta this place.

Before Watashiwa could make good his escape, his eyes fell across another prone form. Recognizing the witch (and ignoring phantom pains from his chest from a stab wound that he knew he had never taken) he decided to ignore her. His decision lasted exactly as long as it took to remember that her sister witches had promised that she would be killed.

IÆm too nice for my own good, he snarled in his thoughts, crawling to her side, and carefully slipping an arm around her, and pulling her up. Thus burdened, he snuck out through a door that a Yaoibot had oh-so-thoughtfully made for him by bursting through a wall. So IÆm going to need to get through the city, which is probably infested with Yaoibots, which means IÆm going to have to stay out of sight. And the best way to do that is to stick to the backstreets. Which, at the best of times belong to people who prefer ripping people apart to speaking. Out loud, Watashiwa only said ôHow troublesome.ö
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But here he stood, whole and unharmed, with the goal in sight and the girl still asleep. As far as he was concerned, the last was a good thingùif she had awoken it might have been necessary to subdue her. She was a Yaoist after all, and there was no telling what she might attempt to do.

Deciding he had rested enough, he pushed himself back to his feat, and again lifted the girl up. Before he could finish his trek, something caught his attention. Some long dormant instinct of his was suddenly up and screaming, ôDanger, Will Robinson!ö

Slowly, so as not to give indication that he had sensed whoever was out there, he scanned the area while continuing to move forward. Nothing seemed out of place, and even his psionic senses felt nothing as he gently searched around himself. ôAh, screw it,ö he announced. ôHey, you! I donÆt know how youÆve hidden yourself, but the gigÆs up! Come out now or IÆll blast every hiding spot within a hundred feet!ö

And nothing answered his call. The moment Watashiwa decided he had overreacted, and let down his guard, something burst from within his own shadow. His shock at the sudden assault, as well as the weight of his passenger, saved him from an untimely end. The creature sailed upward for another ten feet after its unsuccessful attack, then twisted in mid-air, finally landing behind him. Under the dim light, his attackers outline was inhuman, but when moments later it stepped under a streetlight, he looked like an overly pretty Black man.

ôAww, you found me!ö the attacker whined. ôCome on bro, canÆt you get with da game?ö

Watashiwa realized several things in rapid succession. Firstly, the person looking across at him was probably a Yaoist of some sort. Secondly, the man was powerfulùpowerful or skilled enough to hide his presence even from his near-perfect psionic senses. Thirdly, if it came down to a fight, he was probably in trouble. Judging by his initial appearance, the opponent was a Shadow mage of some sort. Running away would be equally futileùall the Shadowman needed to do was drop into another shadow and leap out in front of him. And lastlyà the enemy was naked.

And had a hard-on.

ôIÆm fucked, arenÆt I?ö

He could hear the lustful/sadistic glee in his enemyÆs voice.

ôThatÆs the idea, bro.ö
 

Ray

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Night One, TFFA City, Deep Sewers under Commercial District, 10:37 PM

"I sense something up ahead... there's at least a hundred in every direction!" Serena said, gritting her teeth and drawing her blade.

"I knew it!" Legacy-ko yelled, "She led us into a trap!"

"Why, you..." Unknown muttered darkly, "I'm telling you Zeni's innocent!"

"Never mind that!" Vex cut in, "I want to know what we're up against so I can kill it better, not bicker about whose to blame."

"Damn straight," Lea agreed, chakrams lighting up.

Ray turned to Zeni.

"Explain," he told the girl. The loli sighed in response, shaking her head in tiredness.

"The city's placed over a massive leyline," she began, "now, combine that with near-constant use of magic by at least two thirds of the population at almost any given moment. No matter what you try, eventually you can't help but get a lot of unstable raw mana flowing down into unpopulated areas, affecting the things down there. Regular cleanups and mana gathering help, but every once in a while the magic gets ahead of them and things in the sewer come to life. Things like... like..."

"Get to the point!" Vex snapped as the screeching sound of their incoming enemies grew louder, closer.

"...MUD ZOMBIES!" Zeni yelled, pointing a small finger forward as hoardes of vaguely humanoid creatures, covered in mud and sludge and packing rows of threatening claws and fangs, appeared from every corner and began to surround the Plague Carrier.

"Hot damn..." Xaosite whispered, "that's not a hundred in every direction, it's more like a hundred for every one of us!"

Beside him, Ray sighed, tiredly running a hand through his hair.

"A hopeless battle against epically impossible odds," he muttered, "now, I'd say that merits a-"

"FUCK YEAH!" two voices screamed in unison, drowning Ray's out.

Everyone stared in awe. Legacy-ko had her hockey stick drawn and pointed up in the air, that much was normal, but behind her...

"...Serena?"

"What's everyone looking at me for?" the blonde asked, breaking the dramatic pose she had struck.

Silence followed.

"Hmph!" the girl turned up her nose, color starting to tinge her cheeks.

"Or that, too..." Ray muttered with a smile.

Behind him, Lea shrugged.

"Hey, they're pretty much right," he said, "I've been looking for a decent fight all day long."

"Uh... people?" Xaosite cut in, "I don't know if anybody else's noticed, but the zombies are climbing up to us!"

He was right. While the clueless group had been bantering away, the zombies had surrounded the Plague Carrier, and, using their claws for leverage, where trying to climb up its armored legs.

"I'll be..." Epsilon whispered with a raised eyebrow, "Activate combat AI!"

"HOSTILE CONTACT DETECTED," the robot replied, "INITIATING ATTACK DIRECTIVES... CANNONS CHARGING..."

"They're coming up to us, huh? Well, I say we come down to them!" Ray yelled, jumping down just as the robot, drawing its massive arms back, began to fire upon the zombies, laser beams scorching everything in its range.

"Don't try to get ahead of me!" Vex yelled, following the fangirl hunter down.

"Pft, as if you bitches could beat my kill count!" Lea said, throwing down a massive fireball and scorching a pack of zombies at range before he, too, followed the rest of the party to fight the zombies on the ground.

Behind him, though, a loli wasn't so excited.

"Wait a second, people!" Zeni, who'd long been placed by Serena on top of the Plague Carrier's head and now had nobody to carry her, yelled, "What about me? What about Justice!? Hey!"

"HMPHM!" her servarnt agreed.

A cruel laugh rang out as Rijin, the only one still atop the robot's head at that moment, began running towards the edge.

"I told you prisoners had no rights, and that includes the one to be a protected liability!"

Without another word, he moved forward, his massive frame leaping down into the fray, leaving the loli and her servant alone.

"Oh crap," Zeni muttered, "oh crap..."

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Meanwhile, on the shallow waters at the Plague Carrier's feet, the battle raged. Like a hurricane, Ray leapt through the battlefield, holy blades eliminating the beasts one by one. It was, however, fruitless - whenever one zombie died, another took its place.

"Damn it!" the paladin yelled, and with a snap of his fingers a massive torrent of doujin pages swept through the air, purifying at least two dozen zombies at once. Almost immediately, however, more zombies surrounded him, only to be incinerated by a smirking Lea.

"That makes almost a hundred!"

Despite these small victories all over the battle, nothing seemed to be enough, as horde upon horde of zombies continued to replace their fallen comrades, all of them trying to either eat the TFFers or destroy the massive Plague Carrier that was backing the group up. Indeed, as the battle progressed the robot began to lurch heavily forward, dragged down by all the zombies attached to its legs, its cannons barely able to aim anymore.

"Look at it!" Xaosite yelled, "We need to clear the legs if we want that thing to last!"

"What for!?" Legacy-ko asked between blows of her hockey stick, "So we can keep away from the mud like a bunch of pansies whenever we're on the move? Bleh, it's not like we really need it anyways!"

"Why, you... Zeni's on top of there, woman! We need to-"

BOOM!

There was a huge explosion and most of the lower half of the Plague Carrier's were blown clean off along with the zombies holding on to them, leaving only a charred metallic skeleton behind.

One that was quickly collapsing.

"Zombies cleared!" yelled Lea, then flinched, finally noticing the damage, "Oh crap, I think I overdid it... FUCK!"

The robot began to fall, its massive legs lurching down as its frame collapsed.

Then things got even worse, as on top of its head, Zeni, along with her still bound servant (guitar included), began to slide down, her crippled body unable to hang on to anything as the robot almost-

"Ah! JUSTICE!"

Then, they were both falling, unable to save themselves as Justice's arms and legs were still held together by the magical seals of Ray's doujin pages. The ground drew ominously close...

Then, suddenly, Ray was there, a hand stretched out, white magic crackling around his arms.

"Blessed light, release!"

The moment he uttered those words, the bounds holding Justice disintegrated, and the man quickly righted himself in midair, grabbing a hold of Zeni and his guitar as he fell, his android strength easily bearing the impact once he landed.

Behind them, the Plague Carrier collapsed fully, crushing dozens of zombies underneath.

"Are you alright, m'lady!?" Justice looked down at Zeni, concerned.

"I'm... I'm fine, Justice, thank you."

"Ray, there's too many of them around!" Serena's voice rang out, "Permission to use my blade's Noble Phantasm!"

"Denied!" the paladin yelled, "you could end up collapsing the entirety of the sewers!"


"Looks like we're going to need to get outta here," Zeni muttered, as her strands of Fate attached to Justice's arms that held the guitar, "hey, does this thing have a teleport?"

"We might just have to wing it, m'lady," the man answered, "These... TFFers... won't be able to keep this up forever."

"Acutally, I'd bet against that," Zeni replied, "but fighting here still won't be much use. Now, let's get moving. Alright everybody, cover your ears!"

"Wait a second, what are you two fu-"

Legacy-ko never finished that question, as at that moment, the guitar screeched.
 

Ray

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Night One, TFFA City, Central Plaza, 10:44 PM

There was a bright flash of light and the feeling of rushing wind that always accompanied teleportation, and then, suddenly, as if awakening from a strange sleep, Ray could finally open his eyes. Something felt... wrong. On several counts.

"Is this... the City Center?" he muttered, "that girl..."

"Way to go, Zeni!" Xaosite exclaimed, pumping up a fist, "You got us all out!"

"Sorry to rain on your parade, but that's not quite true," Ray cut in, finally regaining his bearings "She didn't get us all out. That teleportation spell went unstable along the way. Look around. Where's Lea, Vex, and Nanashi?"

"Dammmit," Zeni cursed, as she too noticed that those three were nowhere to be seen, "I..."

"There's no need to worry, I think," Unknown muttered, "they should be able to take care of themselves."

Ray nodded.

"True. In the meantime, the building in front of us is the military tower. We should..."

BOOM!
 

~NGD OMEGA~

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Earlier in the slums, 9:35 PM

"What's the matter? All you're doing is dodging. Given up already?!" The black clad female yelled.

Lea's eyebrow twitched in response. Honestly some people didn't understand the subtle manipulation required for runic magic. Then again, it was mostly a lost art, but still, that was no excuse.

"Despite that, you still can't hit me." The hothead yelled back. He immediately had to phase to another location again as the possesed sword extended towards him in response. "Missed again!" He shouted gleefully from another location.

The still extended blade whipped around as the yaoist twisted the sword around her, the blacked lenghtened edge cutting the buildings around Lea in half before he could react as it headed straight for him. Immediately the damaged structures crumbled, throwing up a massive amount of debris into the air.

The sounds of the buildings falling echoed into the air as the black clad Yaoist tried to confirm whether or not that attack had worked from a safe distance. The man had proven himself tricky before, so there was no telling with him. However her suspicions were confirmed when his voice echoed out from the massive pile of rubble.

"That should have been enough time..."

Slowly his form became visible above the debris, as he calmly stood upon the fallen buildings, looking none the worse for wear. A dark grin lit up on his face. "Now let's turn up the heat."

In a rapid throw, one of his chakram immediately arced towards her, suddenly set ablaze the moment it left his hands. Quickly reacting, the Yaoist brought her blade up, the black mass instantly extending at the projectile, effortlessly knocking it aside as the blade itself set its sights on the wielder. Lea gave another fierce grin as he flashed again, and at the same instant the chakram wheel hit the ground off to the side.

Instantaneously the ground beneath the girl suddenly lit up with ancient writing stemming from the grounded blade, and a split second later the entire area exploded in a massive pillar of flames. Unable to move away in time, the girl was subjected to the horrid heat of the magically fueled fires. Just as her screams started echoing around the area, the ground beneath the girl suddenly cracked as the second charkam sprung forth and rammed harshly into her chest.

Quickly noticing something off, Lea didn't take the initiative from the rather easy opening and held back. Despite both attacks the girl hadn't budged at all, and he'd noticed some odd resistence from his connection with the blade, both before and after it had connected. Confused, he allowed the flames to slowly die down as he summoned his weapons to his side again. The girl's skin was badly burnt, in area's almost completely torn away, revealing the same disgusting black mass he'd seen earlier underneath which somehow remained unharmed. Her chest was also horridly torn appart from the blow from the blade, yet the weapon had neither managed to peirce through the mass, nor make her move from the spot at all.

"I see..." Lea said darkly. "That stuff must make you pretty heavy then."

No wait, that couldn't be right either...

"You seem to have an easy time dodging one of my blades..." The short yaoist said darkly. Slowly her damaged body turned to face him, the gaping wound in her chest suddenly throw into full view, clearly showing the moving black mass of oversized bug parts among other disgusting pieces inside.

"How about if I multiply that number a bit."

In an instant, the mass spread out from every wound in her body, each disgusting limb arcing straight for him.

It was a simple enough matter to teleport away from the barrage with that warning, but still, something lingered in the back of Lea's mind. If she was heavy enough that neither the pillar of flames nor the blade strike could budge her, the ground underneath her would crack from the simple task of walking, let alone running around after him. Alarmed, Lea tried to recall over all her movements throughout the battle, coming to the sudden realization that she hadn't removed herself more than a few feet from the ground the entire battle.

"So you've realized it then..." The girls voice called out to him, as she slowly turned her head towards his new perch above her. The horrible black limbs now sprouted from pretty much every limb of her body out of her various wounds, but none moreso than the huge amount sprouting right out of the gaping hole in her chest. It was sickening to look at. However none of that was on his mind as Lea finally put the peices together.

"Shit." Lea said just as he prepared to move again.

The ground underneath him cracked all around him, and several spikes of the same black mass that made up the entirety of the girl's body shot as his head. There was a quick flash of movement as his blood spilt into the night air.

"You're caught in my web."

The hat Lea treasured above all else hit the ground with a small tap.

~*~

The Yaoist's glare peirced through the sudden debris damage. "So, even in that close range you were able to avoid it, for the most part."

"I had a good teacher." Lea's grin had vanished, and the cut on his forhead now trickled blood down over his eye. He winced as his own breath caused another wound on his side to throb terribly. Slowly, trying not to aggravate it too badly just yet he reached down and picked up the fallen hat, carefully placing it back on his head. "You almost hit my hat."

"I'm sure you have far larger concerns than that."

The black mass of roots underground spiked out at him once again, but this time Lea had enough of an opening to teleport away in another burst of smoke and fire. This time he shifted on top of a building, a good distance away from what could only be described as a root network of the black mass her body produced which she'd set up before the battle even began. However, none of that mattered at the moment.

"No." Lea responded finally. He tipped the hat further down his head as a dark look shone in his eyes. "I don't. But in a few minutes, you're going to have a lot to worry about yourself."
 

Ray

Well-Known Member
EVENT 3: Lady Issildra

OST: Disturbed - "Decadence"


Night One, TFFA City, Central Plaza, 10:46 PM

All the TFFers jumped back, narrowly avoiding the blast of magic. When the smoke cleared, they saw a tall, imposing redheaded woman, clad in the deepest black, standing between them and the Military Tower. Beside her, a younger, white-haired fangirl stood on strangely shaky legs. Still, despite her apparent fear, her uniform indicated that she was clearly the woman's lieutenant.

All around them, Yaoibots readied their guns, but there were suspiciously no fangirls to be seen.

"Gentlemen," the woman said, smiling, "I must congratulate you for getting this far. I'll admit, with Lady Genocide's troops soon to be here, I probably won't be able to stop you from getting off the planet now, especially not now that the rest of my warriors have been teleported back to the mothership..."

She shook her head sardonically.

"Still, I do think it'd be quite... unsportsmanlike... to leave without a farewell fight, a preview, I might say, of me, just barely enough that you'll know to run away in fear the next time you see me, because when you do, I promise you I will be completely serious."

"Fear, woman?" Ray answered, stepping forward, "I've killed enough of your kin to know that fear is a meaningless weapon once its true face has been revealed. And believe me, fangirl, most of us here have seen the true, pathetic side of your Empire."

Issildra cocked her head.

"Is that your opinion, then, Fanfiction Paladin? Oh, yes, I do know of you, and..."

She stopped. Suddenly, her stare was no longer fixed on Ray, but behind him.

"Zenithos. Ariana, leave now!"

Her aide nodded, and suddenly faded away into the shadows, leaving only Issildra there, glaring at Zeni so hard one would almost think the girl would literally whither away under her sight.

"You... you know her, m'lady?" Justice asked.

"Ah, Izzy-chan..." the loli muttered nervously, "long time no see, eh?"

The woman harrumphed, shrugging nonchalantly.

"I don't know how you got away, Minister," she said, voice acerbic as her eyes narrowed dangerously, "but obviously Catherine was a fool to put trust in that useless machine of hers. I'll make it a point to kill you right now, before I leave."

"I don't think so, fangirl," Ray cut in walking forwards, placing himself between Issildra and Zeni and her servant, "really, is fighting a cripple and her underpowered bodyguard what you call a fair duel? I'm afraid I can't let you follow such a disreputable course of action. From now until I kill you, I will be your opponent."

As if to drive the point forward, his wave-bladed longswords appeared in his hands in a bright flash of light.

"Huh," Issildra replied, her upper lip twisting in a sneer, "so you say. I'll deal with all you three if I have to. As for the rest of your party... Yaoibots, kill them all!"
 

twin blade

Well-Known Member
Night One, TFFA City, Building Overlooking Central Plaza, 10:48 PM

"Yaoibots, kill them all!" TB heard while rushing up the stairs. He looked outside the window, and saw Yaoibots starting to attack a group. TB grabbed his cards, only to pause.

"What the... is that Zeni?" He wondered. That doesn't make sense. The guys at the bar told me she vanished! TB shook off those thoughts, deciding to ask her. TB started to channel his mana into a card.

"Good thing small spells don't need an incantation. I always sucked at remembering those, too." A card started to glow, and then TB tossed it out the window.

The card then promptly exploded, and started to rain fireballs onto the plaza. The TFFers below took it as a sign to start attacking.

TB saw a fangirl start laughing. "O, foolish civilian, is that all you can do?" She asked before vanishing. TB blinked, and then heard a voice whispering in his ear, "Know your place." A bright light enveloped him, and TB was blasted out the window and onto the plaza.
 

Watashiwa

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Staff member
TFFA, Near the Military Tower, 10:11 PM

OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT I'M SERIOUSLY GOING TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!! was the only thing on Watashiwa's mind. He was freaking out.

A perfectly normal reaction, when a shape shifting high-level Shadowmancer (who's human form is naked) is chasing you with intent to <s>rape</s> convert you, and is very obviously toying with you.

Ahead of him was a brightly lit plaza--his new goal. The plan was to escape to a brightly lit area, then blast the SOB with lightning until he rolled over and died.

The enemy at last caught on. Several pillars of shadow matter erupted out of the ground before him, in an attempt to block his way. Watashiwa gathered an electric charge and with contemptuous ease blasted a whole in the barrier.

Arriving at the plaza, he turned to face the darkness. "Aha! Now it's time for a counter--" he managed to get out, before his long-disused primal senses blasted a warning at him. He whirled around.

"Ya know, I really, really wanna know how ya' doing that."

The Shadowman was behind him.

And apparently had multiplied. Where there had once been one now stood four naked men seemingly made of darkness (they seemed that way, because they really were shadow).

"Oh you've GOT to be kidding me." Watashiwa sighed. "Alright look. Here are your options. Get out of my way or die horribly."

The Shadowmen looked at him, then glanced at one another. One of them spoke. "Now listen bro, I don't think you understand what--" Thunder crashed and when the eyes of those present cleared nothing remained of the speaker but a scorch mark where he had stood.

Electricity crackled and buzzed. Watashiwa smiled predatorily. "Anyone else?"

In response, he felt more than saw more shadows drag themselves up from the ground. He thought for a moment, and decided that discretion really was the greater part of valor, and took off running. The military tower was a ten minute run from his current position. He was overburdened with a girl who had tried to kill him (and who he'd ended up kissing). Really, there was only one word that summed up the situation.

"GODDAMMIT!!!"
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Never let it be said that mysterious mentor characters have it easy. While Lea was playing with the poor, outclassed witch who had yet to realize exactly how doomed she was, and while Watashiwa was breaking speed records on his way to the military tower/hangar, Nanashi was engaged in a fight for his life.

To put it simply, he had the worst possible opponent. His limited precognition (supplemented by his supernatural ability to read people) had always allowed him to stay a step ahead of his enemies. But the carefully assembled combat programs he'd amassed were all designed for use against humans.

The Yaoist he fought wasn't quite human (even by the Yaoi empire's famously deviant standards). And the giant bugs she had summoned early in their fight were obviously not human.

In short, he was getting his ass beat by a girl.

Lea would never let him live this down.

With a snarl of frustration, he he punched the streetlamp next to him. It broke, but before it fell he grabbed it and leaped into the the air. At the apex of his leap he swung the pole up, and used it to crush the remaining giant beetle.

He landed not far from it's corpse, and turned to face the summoner, who hadn't taken more than a single step since their encounter had begun for real.

"Ready to fight seriously now?" Nanashi asked, hiding how much that move had taken out of him. Damn. I don't have anything near the psychic potential to be pulling stunts like that anymore. That took too much out of me; if I'm going to take this bitch down I'm going to need to hope that she's hurt by the feedback from the summon creatures deaths way more than she's letting on.

Nanashi was in trouble, and he knew it. He hurt all over, not critically, but enough to worry about his nanobots needing time to self-replicate.

And then there had been the presence. Someone had broken into his mind--no, that implied a struggle. Someone had waltzed into his mind, so easily and slyly that he'd only realized that he/she had been there when the presence had slipped away.

And that was a very bad thing. Who knew what the psychic assailant had been after? And who knew what he might have found out?

As much as Nanashi hated the thought, he might find it necessary to mistake some people for the woman Lea was hunting so desperately for. If he hadn't known better, he might have thought Lea was in love, given his "friends" obsession with her.

Best to save that for another time. His enemy was moving. Towards him.

And she was completely unharmed.

I'm dead.
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I am SO dead, thought Watashiwa. He was within a block of the military tower now, but the Shadowmen had only continued to multiply. There were about twenty of them now, all identical, alien and worse--not the original. Nanashi had been grabbed by one for just a second, and had managed then to see the mana link connected to it and the others. All of them were golems of some sort.

The real one was nearby though--and that was worrisome. Any man (or woman) who could create and control that many golems at once was someone to be very, very afraid of.

He rounded the last corner. His goal was within sight.

And then he was surrounded. In the late night, it was impossible to really tell how many of the Shadowmen there were. He tried to count them, but the black of their outlines blended together, and merged with the natural Shadows of the area.

A voice spoke. "Not bad. You gave a good run. Especially carrying that girl. It was sooooo romantic, I couldn't bare to let it end." A heavy sigh. "But I cannot bare the thought of my mistresses displeasure, so I'm afraid the have to come with me."

Watashiwa said nothing.

"Oh, come on, bro~! Think of the times we could have together! The two of us naked as the day we were born, floating together forever, for the mistress... what do you say?"

Watashiwa finally found the speaker. As he'd guessed, the original had been close by. His psychic senses told him that the Shadowman he was facing, though indistinguishable from the others, was the original--whereas all the others had but a single line running from them, this man had several dozen.

He was still naked though. Mentally, Watashiwa sighed.

Evidently his long silence was unnerving the man (or he was just impatient--or both). He asked again, "What do you say?"

Watashi stopped trying to analyze the situation. There was only one thing he could do.

He held out both arms, palms facing down.

"Telekinetic MAX Blast!!!"

The resulting explosion hurled him upwards, created a crater fifty feet wide and blasted every shadow from every form below.
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It had been years now, ever since that day that Vex had discovered her, and rescued her. She remembered waking for the first time set into a comfortable bed, in an unfamiliar apartment. Although at the time, everything was unfamiliar to her.

If he had not saved her... Elidea quickly suppressed that thought once more. She was designed as a weapon of espionage and assassination.

Although it had taken so long to win her freedom and her peace from them, she had always been grateful to Vex, and happy to be with him.

She hadn't seen much of the universe thus far, but she had always been curious about what lay beyond her home planet. Although this new planet was rather full of strife at the moment, she still found it very interesting, she hoped she'd be able to look around after Vex returned.

Elidea was so absorbed with her recollections, and her book, that she managed to completely ignore the screams, explosions and general sounds of battle raging outside the city. Such sounds were common enough on 'Twitch' that she never really payed much attention, she didn't recognize Vex's voice either, so she found no reason to pay attention.

She dimly registered the explosion from outside as something to be aware of, but the windows exploding inwards still took her by surprise, and she jerked back in mid air.

She blinked. A hunched figure sat on the ground near her, surrounded by shards of glass, she heard a yelp as the figure, (male, but rather young, judging by his voice), managed to cut himself on the lose glass shards. Given the size of the windows it was rather amazing that the boy had managed to jump in without getting cut. She absently pushed the shards of glass away from him, although he didn't seem to notice.

The boy, or rather young man, finally had the sense to take note of his environment. His gaze immediately fell on her, and he lost whatever number of points he had gained for his modicum of good sense. Gaping like a fish out of water, had he never seen a woman before?

Elidea blinked in surprise as she finally noticed what was happening in this man's mind, or rather that she didn't notice. Normally her telepathy was so powerful she couldn't control it at this close range, but for some reason wasn't absently reading his surface thoughts.

Strange...

However, he didn't seem to be a threat, and it wasn't any of her business, so she turned back to her book.
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Watashiwa wasn't sure what to think. He had just broken through a window in front of an incredibly gorgeous girl who had looked at him once, for a moment she looked shocked, but that passed quickly and she proceeded to ignore him in favor of reading.

On the one hand, he was irritated that his audience had nothing to say about his performance--he knew from experience how dangerous diving through glass windows could be (he thought he'd broken some kind of record though. He'd made a perfect window breaking-landing while moving close to 100 miles per hour and carrying a girl).

On the other hand, the girl had good taste in literature. The bibliophile in him approved wholeheartedly at ignoring the world at large in favor of reading.

Absently, he reclaimed his unconscious (still! Would the damn woman wake up already!?!) burden and prepared to leave.

Opening the hallway door, he noticed a draft from the broken windows. While the girl had been anything but polite to him, it would be on his head when/if she caught a cold and her parents blamed him for it.

He stretched a hand palm up towards the floor, and made a quick "Up!" gesture with his fingers. Every shard of glass on the floor leapt into the air. A shooing motion saw the glass flying towards the window frames. Once the glass was mostly smooth Watashiwa superheated the glass with electricity.

It was a clumsy job, it would keep the room from freezing. His duty to his own skin done, he hefted the witch and again soldiered on.

He paid no attention to the golden eyes that stared at his back.
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Elidea was rather good at changing her opinion about people. It was no wonder that this boy had so little regard for his own safety, he was like her or any number of psychics she could name; his powers relieved him of the need to be on constant alert. Anything threatening enough to her well being would after all, quickly find it's wrath impotent.

While Elidea had heard of Murphy's Law, she had rarely witnessed it in practice. Just as she got over the shock of finding someone with powers similar to her own so far from home, the windows once again exploded inwards.

This time however, the walls came with them.

Elidea didn't bother moving, any all all debris that came close to her stopped abruptly in mid air, then fell harmlessly to the ground three feet away from her.

She examined the newest arrival with a cool eye. He was a tall, naked man who seemed oddly colored, parts of him were a natural dark brown, whereas other portions were covered in inky shadow.

Aside from the obvious nakedness, his most striking feature was his head. It was obviously completely inhuman, like a collection of nightmarish beasts, from it's horrifically distended canines to it's mismatched eyes to it's sick, diseased looking facial skin.

The creature turned to look at her. "WhErE iS ThAt BAsTard!?!" It snarled, it's mismatched teeth giving it's words odd intonations.

"TelL mE GiRL!!!" it screamed, spraying saliva towards Elidea, which she immediately stopped before it could hit her. Elidea felt her anger growing. This hideous looking monster was being extremely rude, and from a cursory glance a it's thoughts (using the term loosely), monster would describe it quite readily.

Still...

"ANSWer MEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee!!!" the beast roared. And here it made it's mistake. Up came a clawed hand and the book was shredded.

Elidea looked down at her now ruined book. Slowly she raised her head to look at the creature. The Shadowman felt an uneasy, and downright dreadful feeling taking hold of it. If he had still retained enough of his humanity to truly understand the situation, it might have recognized the monkey's eternal reaction to the tiger that it had just provoked.

"I don't like you," the girl quietly whispered, her eyes turning silver. Shards of broken glass raised off the floor.

The beast's screams were heard by the group that was even now fighting to the death right outside the tower.

Watashiwa burst in after it was over, to find broken windows, broken walls, a torn book, and not a trace of glass.

Or blood.
 

Xaosite

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Night One, TFFA City, Central Plaza, 10:49 PM

Xaosite snorted, a signal of his disdain as a small squad of the assembled yaoibots broke off to target him individually. As a sigle unit, each one raised it's weapon, preparing to fire at him. His only visible act of self defence was to raise his right hand and snap his fingers. If they had possessed the imagination for it, the yaibots would have sneered and laughed as they opened fire.

Unseen by all others, however, was that when Xaosite had snapped his fingers, that was the focus he had chosen to express his divine power. His eyes could see the fluctuations of the infinite tiny variations that give rise to chaos, reresented as the roll of the dice. His powers changed those rolls so that they all came up as ones. As critical failures.

To everyone else, the bots were about to execute him like a firing squad, and then, as one, their weapons all exploded. The critical failures of the weapons erupted in small explosions, which chain reacted with each each other and the yaoibots themselves, so that in short order, there was a line of small smoking craters where Xaosite's opponents used to be.

"I'm insulted. Did they honstly think I would let a group of goons even have a chance against me?" Xaosite commented to himself. He turned to watch the other battles, keeping an eye out. He couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was coming...

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"OhnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoOHNO!" a quivering warrior fangirl cried aloud to herself as she wrapped her hands around her knees and sat on the ground around the corner, out of sight from where the main battle was taking place.

"What seems to be troubling you, dear lady?" Asked Jacobus, looming over her.

"EEP~!" she squealed before covering her mouth. Looking up, she saw Jacobus standing there, as small squad of the zombielike yaoist forces behind him, waiting for orders. "Where... where did you come from... sir?" She whispered out, hesitatingly. She wasn't quite sure what official position Jacobus seemed to hold, just that he was higher on the ladder than she was.

"Oh, I just popped in to see if could lend a helping hand. You look like you could use one."

"I... I don't know, sir. I mean, this is my big chance! I could go out there, prove myself, get a big promotion, become a big hero! But I know I can't, those maniacs would destroy me before I even had a chance to tell them my name!"

"Oh, my dear, worry not! I can solve your problem easily enough!" With that, he pulled out a quill pen, and with impossibly fast and precise movments, drew into place a very nasty sword, which floated in the air in front of her. It was the sort of sword that looked impossible for one to actually forge, much less actually wield in combat, and practically screamed out that it had a dozen of the worst kinds of curses you could imagine on it.

"Is that for me? But I'm not really good with swords! Besides, it looks kind of dangerous to use." She wondered out loud, gazing fearfully at the sword.

"This is the first part of my gift. The second is this." He reached out with his left hand and placed his palm on her head. For a moment, nothing happened, and then there was the slightest surge of dark energy as she jerked in place. The sword floated down into her hands, which gripped it tightly. She stood up, and Jacobus took a step back. "You need not ever worry about the effects of the blade. Or anything else, for that matter."

"Kill..." she droned, her eyes blank, unseeing of any particulars, only that there was someone in front of her. She raised the sword, preparing to strike Jacobus, who simply twirled a finger, spinning the maddened fangirl in place so she faced the battle now. The yaoibots behind her began to snarl, feeding off of the dark powers of the blade. Jacobus smiled in that far too wide and unnatural way of his, before vanishing as if he had never been there.

The crazed warrior fangirl and the frenzying fangirl squad charged off towards the battle, seeing nothing but targets to kill.
 
Night One, TFFA City, Central Plaza, 10:46 PM

"Way to go, m'lady!" Justice shouted in approval, watching as several dozen yaoibots blew each other up to smithereens in a small-scale civil war on one side of the plaza.

"Be wary, Justice." Zeni whispered aside to her servant as she reattached her threads of fate to another company of yaoibots. "As much as possible I'd like to avoid fighting that woman over there." She said, nodding over at Issildra, who was entrenched in a duel of epic proportions with Ray.

"M'lady, you know her?" Justice asked as yet another lot of yaoibots ripped each other to shreds before them.

"Unfortunately, yes. As impossible as it is for her to kill me as long as I have my vampiric regen, as I am now I am no match for her. She will either capture me or mutilate me to a point where regeneration would be difficult at best. So for now we should cut a path to the military tower, hope she forgets about us, and keep out of...."

"Don't even think you can escape me, ZENI!" A cry dripping with ice-cold chainsaw-diamond-serrated-edged hatred came from behind. "Once I'm done with this little roach, you're NEXT!"

"All right...rephrase that..." Zeni muttered, sighing. "Let's hope Ray is strong enough to keep her occupied while we try and get through this..."

"ZENI-SEMPAI! I'VE ALWAYS W-WANTED THIS OP...OPPOR...OPPY...OPIUM.......err...CHANCE! CHANCE TO SHOW YOU HOW GRE...GROI...STRO....STRAWBE....P-POWER-F-FUL I HAVE B-BECOME!" a crazed, high-pitched, rather shaky voice assailed them from above.

Zeni could only facepalm. "...what happened to the usual narrative causality? When a disadvantaged character tries to plan an escape, she doesn't find THIS many obstacles!" She looked up to lock-gazes with the manic glare of a girl she recognized to be an ex-junior. "...Arianna..."

"That's right! And because I am NAMED, that means you can't de...defa....defefe....take me down that e-e-easily, Sempai!" Her speech was a little slurred and unnatural. In fact, it seemed as if it took her a conscious effort to remain upright, let alone maintain coherent speech. Her body swayed dangerously to and thro above the lamppost she stood on, the huge diabolical blade in her drunken hands flailing menacingly in the lamp's sodium glow. "A-And...I am a-a-an actual ch...chara...Carribea...carribou....member of t-the cast thist time! I am s-sig...signifi...sin...sinful....AGH! Important! I am i-important this t-time! N-not an-another r-red shirt! N-not another n-n-nameless he...hen...hench...bench....errr...goon! That's right!"

".....what is she saying, m'lady?" Justice asked.

".....she's breaking the fourth wall...." Zeni sighed, expecting the thunder to come down at any moment. She counted under her breath "3...2...1..." ...but it didn't come, the usual divine retribution for attempts at breaking said wall. "AGH! What's happened to narrative causality?!" She groaned up at the sky.

"P-prepare to be-become H-His...histo...h.... GEOGRAPHY!" Arianna roared as she leapt high up into the air, blade raised overhead.

"Justice!" Zeni shouted, pulling on her threads of fate.

"On it, M'lady!" Justice replied, raising his guitar to meet the oncoming blade. A huge bluish white energy blade shot out of the guitar just in time to repel the cold, cruel steel. Sparks burst into the cold air as pure crackfic energy met cold lifeless yaoist steel.

Their blades met again and again in a flurry of strikes and parries before the two sides jumped backwards and fired off a volleys of magical arrows at each other.

....at that exact moment, Watashiwa chose to burst out of the window of a nearby building. His eyes widened for a mere millisecond upon finding himself running straight into a crossfire...and just managed to slide as he landed, his unconscious charge still in hand, clearing the explosive meeting of the magical spells by a hair's breadth.

He didn't have much time to rest, however, as the huge monster truck that had been chasing him through a set of buildings emerged right there and then. "C'mon! You've run out of windows to leap through!" The yaoi fangirl at the wheel jeered at him.

"....Fay...?" Zeni couldn't help but raise her eyebrow at yet another familiar face.

"...Zeni-sempai?" Fay hit the breaks, causing the monster truck to lurch to a standstill, allowing Watashiwa breathing space as he made his way across the battle-strewn plaza.

"...I thought...huh? Are you leading this operation, Zeni-sempai?" Fay asked, confused at the sight of Zeni in a commander uniform.

"Y-yes! Now, let me use that truck!" Zeni ordered.

"B-by all means, Zeni-sempai!" The girl stammered, leaping off and handing Zeni the keys.

...

Fay and Arianna watched as the monster truck roared off across the plaza, kneading all yaoibots and zombies in its way into the ground as it made its way towards the tower...

"That's Zeni-sempai, all right! She has no reservations whatsoever about trampling allies!" Fay nodded with approval.

"....aaah...uhhhh...." Arianna groaned as she swayed to and thro listlessly. "umm...what....what should I be...doing?"

"....Maybe you two could go and take down some TFFers for us?" A voice suggested from behind.

"A-Ah! Jacobus-sama!" Fay leapt a full feet off the ground as she recognized the voice of her superior. "Y-yes, right away, sir! Now, where did that window-smashing guy go...?"

"Ahh...uhh....?" Arianna mumbled, giving Jacobus a questioning look.

"....that way, Arianna." Jacobus said, pointing at two young girls, one who was blowing away her enemies right left and center with a pair of glocks, and another whose face was hidden behind a book and was casually blowing away entire columns of enemies with some sort of magical light cannon.

And Arianna lurched drunkenly away towards another fray.

Jacobus couldn't help but sigh as he watched the Monster Truck do another lap around the plaza, crunching out another layer of yaoists into the already multi-layered ground. 'Just let them get into high orbit' he thought to himself. '...then we'll show them....'

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Meanwhile....on the other side of the plaza...

Elidea wasn't happy. Ripping apart that pathetic worthless being subatomic particle by subatomic particle wasn't enough to sate her upset feelings at having lost her book. She floated aimlessly through yet another wall into the outside world, idly looking for something to amuse herself....before happening upon a boy flying straight out of a wall before her and into the plaza.

Behind the boy was a girl in a black uniform...leading another horde of those hideous beings, quite obviously of the same type that mangled her book.

...she didn't know whose side they were on...she wasn't even aware there were sides to begin with....she just knew there was the side with her and her poor late book and there was THEM.....

Twin Blade could only stare, wide-eyed, as he tried to stand up and dust himself as his former enemies became just that...'former'...
 

Rooster455

Well-Known Member
Night One, Central Plaza, TFFA City, 10:46 PM

Ricky had been slightly disoriented by the teleportation to the Plaza but was now even more confused. It seemed that a number of the TFFers knew each other, and even some of the Yaoists, but he was clueless. So as the imposing redhead traded words with some of the TFFers Ricky scanned the horde of Yaoibots.

Smirking at how close they were bunched up, Ricky reached for a grenade round off his belt. Slowly, so as not to draw attention to himself, he loaded the round into his rifle's underslung grenade launcher and flipped a special sight up.

Within a few seconds of him completing his task the Yaoist leader cried, "...Yaoibots, kill them all!"

Ricky whipped his rifle up before the machines could bring up their various weapons and fired. The grenade barely even arched as it hit a Yaoibot and exploded.

Not even checking how much damage he caused, Ricky dropped to a crouch and shoved another round into the grenade launched. By now the Yaoibots had opened fire and Rooster noted how was severly lacking he was in the 'cover' department.

His eyes traversed around him and spotted an abandoned car almost fifty feet away, surrounded by Yaoibots. Ricky trained his rifle on the robots and opened fire with a hail of bullets that tore through the metal skin and tore off artificial limbs.

Yaoibots dropped from the hail of bullets before being obliterated by the follow-up grenade that knocked even more robots down with its shockwave. By the time they could regain their feet, Ricky was already amongst them, single shots from his rifle punching holes in their heads.

Ducking behind the car, Ricky reloaded his gun before popping up and letting fly with an extended burst of automatic fire that killed many of the Yaoibots that had tried to make a move on his new position.

But two made it through.

"Shit!" Ricky cried as one of the metal monsters jumped over the car in an attempt to give him a 'haircut' with its very large sword. He ducked under the whistling blade and ejected the spent clip of his gun.

He had to abandon that effort, however, when the other Yaoibot appeared around the corner of the car and leveled its laser cannon at him.

"Double shit!!" He yelled as he dove out of the way of the blast. Just as he completed his roll, he knew that the other Yaoibot was to his right and was almost in range for another swipe at him.

Instead of thinking, Rooster just let experience take over and let himself act.

Adjusting his grip in his gun, Rooster deflected the incoming slash with it and then brought the metal stock of his rifle into side of the overextended robot. He regripped the rifle and spun around, bringing the it to his shoulder. Pulling the foreward trigger, Rooster blasted the laser wielding robot before it could get off another shot.

Satisfied that one of the threats was gone Rooster turned his attention back to the other Yaoibot. It tried to take another swing at him, but recieved three pistol rounds to the head courtesy of Ricky's sidearm, who could then run back to the car and relative safety.

Rooster quickly reloaded his rifle and started using single shots to take out any approaching Yaoibots.

But not a few seconds later, crazed fangirls started pouring out of somewhere and began attacking everything in sight. Then a freaking monster truck burst out of a building, stopped, then proceeded to trample everything in sight.

Ricky could only think, How did I get myself into this kind of situation, before opening fire again.
 
Night One, Central Plaza, TFFA City, 10:46 PM


"Now this," the over-large cyborg rumbled, "this...THIS IS A FIGHT! YAH--HA!"

It was beautiful, in a sort of macabre fashion, and Yggdrasil and his handlers at Agency HQ were catching it all in real-time holographic glory: Yaoibots ripped to shreds under the blistering automatic fire of his pistol, burning wreckage of the city, the cries of the combatants, the copper-lightning tang of built-up magic, and glorious slaughter as far as his mechanical eyes could see.

As the waves of opponents crashed into him, he stood like a rock, letting them come close, and another of his internal tricks, a plasma thrower replaced his left arm.

Just as they closed, the Yaoibots realized too late what the new appendage was.

"BURN!" the machine-man screamed, letting the huge gout of super hot gas fly. Their thin armor melted instantly into slag under the intense heat, just as more were cut down to his right with his pistol.

Seeing one of the TFF fighters pinned by the new meat wave, he advanced toward Rooster, gleefully smashing in fangirl skulls with cybernetic pistol whippings. More than a few of the enemy managed to attach themselves to the marching hulk, which he tossed of with contempt.

Taking a seat on the swiss-chessed car body, he glared at the covering rifleman. "Oh come on," he gowled, "their not THAT toug-"

Rijin was cut of mid sentence by several large-caliber shells slamming into his torso and face, followed by a few laser blasts from the Yaoibots for good measure. He toppled over to Rooster's side of the car, faintly smoking.

"Oh shit!" the soldier cried, trying to roll him over to assess them damage.

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"Can we even use him? His infection rate has reached critical, most of his organs are shot, not to mention the extensive neurological damage. If we take him off life support now, he'll die. He's a write off sir," the Voice said.

Black figured hovered around him, like crows scouting carrion.

"And yet, he still remain conscious, and fairly lucid. The infection has attacked his mind, but something inside him simply refuses to die..." the Other trailed off.

There was a strange feeling, like a sleeping limb, but all over.

"Fit him with a full conversion. Save what you can, replace the rest...and get the FENRIR prototype in there. We don't have much time. He is like hot iron, and now is the time to make him into a blade," the Other finished.

"A blade, sir?" the Voice asked.

"Of course, Reinmann. One cannot cut out a cancer without a proper scalpel, no?"


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Rijin's vision came back almost instantly, but the sounds were muted, like they were coming through on a bad air-band. He raised his head, revealing an armored face and body where his flesh once was.

WHERE?

He shook his head. The internal diagnostics were going crazy...

The fangirls were still approaching.

PREY!

The words came unbidden to his now-burned away lips, like an old prayer long since burned into memory as he reached into his coat and withdrew a series of components that fit onto his pistol with an ominous CA-CHICK.

A fully assembled assault cannon rested in his hands as red filled his vision.

"For I am the King, and shall long may I REIGN!"

He opened fire, killing everything in his path, to get to his target, his prey.

Issildra.
 
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