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2-A mass crossover group project; Every girl in 2-A except Chao gets trapped in another world pre-Negi, then comes back. Chaos ensues.
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Topic Started: Sep 28 2013, 03:36 PM (4,246 Views)
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Jan 21 2014, 02:27 PM
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Just to throw in a curveball, Asakura in Ace Combat, on a 'whatever happen to mobius 1/Garuda 1/Wardog/etc' mission, giving her the equally contrasting view of the glorious battles in the air and the hell that is on the ground, and question herself if journalism is all that cranked up to be....
.......it will take a far more capable writer than me to pull this off.
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Jan 21 2014, 03:43 PM
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I think then, for the more interesting take, I'll send Chizuru into Castlevania. Watch Drac and his minions underestimate her at her own peril!
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Jan 27 2014, 07:06 PM
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Honestly disappointed OM snagged Haruna so I can't write Corruption of Champions AU Haruna, but holy crap, SMT Nodoka? Digimon World Chisame? I'm unfortunately not terribly content with my character knowledge of most of the class, but I just want to say I approve of this 100% (except for the lack of CoC!Haruna. A big opportunity was missed there.)
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Jan 28 2014, 08:57 AM
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Your approval warms my heart. Of which I am very appreciative, because BALLS is it cold outside.
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Let's Play Parasite Eve?
I read Chunin Exam Day, so y'all don't have to.
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May 14 2014, 02:37 PM
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First bit for Fuuka in Naruto.
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Fuuka
A squad returning from a routine mission came upon the pink-haired girl by sheer chance as she wandered lost, scared, and woefully ill-equipped for survival in the forest. The girl's trail proved impossible to trace, and her testimony was nonsensical, speaking of places none had heard of and wonders none could credit, so the squad brought her back to their village for wiser and better-paid heads to determine what was to be done. Those heads determined that she must have been traumatized into retreat into a fantasy world, likely by the death of whoever would otherwise claim her. It would, perhaps, have been most prudent of the village to cast her out or simply kill her, and indeed the village had certain cultural aspirations to dry-eyed ruthlessness. However, the fact of the matter was that the people of the village, called hidden despite the steady stream of customers, were not particularly different in temperament and character than those of any other town and lived up to an ideal of ruthlessness no better than they would have to an ideal of saintly compassion.
And so it was that Narutaki Fuuka became a citizen of Konohagakure.
As with the orphans before her, she was granted a vacant apartment to live in and a modest stipend to live on, and was enrolled in the shinobi academy. She adapted well to the new curriculum, aided by memories of Kaede's scraps of teachings when it came to the more esoteric subjects of chakra and combat. History, geography, politics, and similar matters were always a weak point, however. Her first lesson on the nations of the world saw her, not half an hour in, raise a sweaty hand and stammeringly ask to be excused for a restroom break from which she would not return until the next day.
Such minor hiccups aside, she did well for herself. She spent her days training and playing and studying and chatting like any other child of the hidden leaf. If she spent nights clutched to a clone transformed into a shape still very much like hers, trying not to squeeze so tight that it would vanish and leave her with nothing but empty air to muffle her sobs, well, the hidden leaf was no stranger to eccentricities among its children.
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Jun 17 2014, 02:09 AM
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In the fullness of time, Fuuka passed the academy's final exam and earned her leaf-emblem headband. Then came the news that there was yet a final final exam to be passed. A dark-haired jonin named Kanmon Joumae took her and two of her classmates, Nohara Ichi and Tanaka Taro, to the base of a waterfall Fuuka hadn't realized the village possessed. There the three newly anointed genin had weights clasped around their wrists and ankles and instructed to follow their teacher up the downward torrent to the top of the cliff.
Ichi looked up and up the length of the relentlessly flowing water and down to the weights manacled about his limbs. “Perhaps,” he said, “it will be easier than it looks.”
It was not.
Several abortive ascensions each, the tired trio glared balefully at their gushing nemesis, pondering the possibility of a less fruitless angle of attack. “Well,” said Taro, “if it were easy it wouldn't be a very effective test.”
“I think,” said Fuuka, “we've been going about this all wrong.” Naturally, this got the full attention of her teammates. “Look, we agree that this test is obviously stupid, right?”
“Difficult, difficult is the word I would personally use,” said Taro. “Especially when the person who assigned it is within earshot.”
“No, seriously. Stupid,” said Fuuka. “We are being handicapped by these weights and told to take the path of most resistance. How often in our ninja careers are we going to try and do something the hardest way possible? No, I'm telling you, this is some beneath-the-beneath hidden test thing. We're supposed to realize it's stupid and find an easier way up the cliff.”
This was accepted as sound logic, and likely would have been even it hadn't so perfectly coincided with their weary unspoken agreement that anything would be better than trying to climb up that accursed waterfall again. At the summit, the three proudly met their jonin teacher and were rewarded with a lecture on the subject of a ninja's refusal to ever give up on a task and a failing grade for their lack of determination.
“No,” said Fuuka. “I do not accept this.”
“Excuse me,” said the jonin, in a tone with more of threat in it than query.
“I was actually listening to that speech about determination, and have taken it to heart. So I'm determined to refuse to give up on proving my worthiness to be your student.”
Fuuka was delivered back to the academy firmly hogtied. A week later she concluded that Kanmon really had failed them permanently.
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Jun 29 2014, 01:19 AM
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And here's the last bit for Fuuka. - Quote:
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Poor luck with potential instructors aside, Fuuka and her teammates continued to advance their careers as ninjas. Taro developed his swordsmanship, Ichi mastered the art of scrying with a crystal ball, and Fuuka nurtured her abilities with wind chakra and thrown knives. They completed the extra instruction at the Academy, were assigned a Chunin cell leader for their missions, and had started completing C-rank missions by the time Uzumaki Naruto returned. This was very exciting news for the population of Konoha that was named neither Fuuka nor Narutaki. Certainly, the sole exception had heard the name before, and that of his master. Remarkable feats by one like Uzumaki were even more popular as a subject of gossip among Konoha's foot soldiers than were the exploits of those clans gifted with unique abilities. After all, they would never learn a secret technique, but what was there to stop them, like Uzumaki, from impressing a legendary master like Jiraiya (whose name Fuuka clearly found amusing for no reason she would admit) enough to become his pupil? Well, a nine-tailed demon fox to command in a battle against the current Kazekage, if one listened to the rumors. But it was fun to dream.
To Fuuka, however, anything the boy with the whisker marks might have done was simply one wonder among others in this land that had apparently invented teleportation before the automobile. Though she could call up the winds and change her face and summon doppelgangers, the greater powers her friends spoke of still held a sense of unreality. What did they have to do with her, who considered combat against a handful of bandits with crude polearms and rusty swords an eventful day indeed?
Then Pain came.
Fuuka and her teammates fought against his invasion, of course. Konoha was their home. With Ichi's scrying as their guide, Fuuka and Taro attempted to ambush the bald invader, striking suddenly with knife and sword. Neither had any appreciable effect on the Asura Path, which responded by crushing Taro's skull with one hand and shooting a missile at Fuuka with the other. Her second-to-last thought was a sense of betrayal that this world without gunpowder even had missiles. Her last was fear for Ichi.
She learned later, after Konoha's dead had been rendered otherwise, that the monster hadn't bothered to hunt for Ichi after all. Instead he had been crushed by a man-made meteor, like much of the village, including her apartment building. She broke down into tears when she saw the wreckage, feeling more homesick for Japan and Mahora than she had in a long, long time.
Reconstruction commenced without delay, although Fuuka wasn't the only one in the village who never seemed quite the same after the invasion. Death can do that to a person. Still, she managed to settle back into a comfortable routine until war arrived.
She, Taro, and Ichi were placed in separate divisions, reflecting their disparate abilities. It was with great relief that Fuuka discovered that evening that both her closest friends had survived to be reunited with her until they were deployed once again come morning. “So let me see if I've got this straight,” she said once the pleasantries had been dealt with. “We're fighting this war. On one side, there's the combined military might of the five strongest countries in the world and also of the Land of Iron, which the other five groups have a standing policy not to piss off. On the other side, there's ten guys. And the outcome of this conflict is very much up in the air. Does anyone else see some incongruity here?”
“I don't actually think it's exactly ten at this point,” mused Ichi. “I mean, they have members die, new blood recruited.”
“These ten-ish guys are very tough!” said Taro. “This is the group that nearly destroyed Konoha, after all.”
“Nearly, nothing,” said Fuuka. “They did destroy Konoha. Two people, even if there were like half a dozen bodies running around, killed off most of the village. We're only alive because one of them took pity on us and decided he didn't want to kill us after all. The blond guy did his magic diplomacy, sure, but we're here because the man who killed us chose to take it back. And now there's five or six or something more like him, and one of them's raising unkillable zombie versions of the best fighters in history with all their power intact. Do you see where I'm going with this?”
The expressions of blank incomprehension she was met with indicated otherwise. Ichi slowly raised a hand and asked, “What's a zombie?”
“A walking corpse thing.”
“Ah. Then no, I don't see where you're going with this.”
Fuuka sighed. “Why are we here? On this battlefield, why are we here?”
“To...fight for our village,” said Taro, in the voice of one trying to figure out where the trick is in the question. “To fight for all the villages. Heck, the world.”
“And how exactly are we supposed to do that? You saw what happened the last time we tried to fight something like the other side, and that guy was at least possible to kill by stabbing him a bunch, I'm pretty sure. The best we can possibly do is serve as a momentary distraction. Face it, we're out of our league. We shouldn't be here.”
Taro frowned. “This sounds almost like a lead-up to you saying we should desert.”
“Then let me rephrase. I think we should desert. Go find some flyspeck town that'd rather pay us to do scut work and odd jobs than travel all the way to a quote-hidden-unquote village. Or if that doesn't work out, we can just live off the land. Travel the world beholden to nobody, hunting cure forest animals for our supper. Doesn't that sound better than throwing ourselves into a meatgrinder in hopes that our corpses will slow down the machine a tiiiiiny bit?”
Taro looked very calm. Unnaturally calm, in fact. The calm of someone who was expending great effort to remain so. When he spoke, it was quiet and very controlled. “Konoha took you in. Konoha found you wandering lost and helpless in the wilderness and gave you a home and the skills you'd use to survive if you abandoned it. What the hell is your problem?”
Ichi, on the other hand, looked like someone who'd just had their sweet-natured puppy bite off their fingers. “How could you say that, Fuuka? You're better than this.”
“What do you want from me?” demanded Fuuka. “Do I have to die for Konoha? Would that wash away the debt? OH FUCKING WAIT.” She stopped, swallowed, and continued at a more reasonable volume. “I've already died for Konoha against monsters like this. We all have. It. Didn't. Do. Anything. I think one pointless, futile, stupid death is plenty for one person, don't you? Come on. Let's go. Let's leave this place and survive, dammit. I'd be telling everyone if I thought they would listen, I'd be telling people from other villages and maybe samurai I don't know how good they are. But you two, I thought you I could convince.”
Ichi smiled dryly, wiping his eyes. “Remember the last time you had what you were sure was a really great idea and we listened to you?”
“Yeah, we kicked the crap out of that big, smelly guy with the two axes. That stupid jonin test was a long time ago shut up.”
“Fuuka,” said Taro, who'd dropped the calm mask and just looked miserable. He stopped speaking for a moment, then tried again. “Fuuka, I'm not like you. I have family in the village. Everyone I've ever cared about, except you if you go through with this, lives in Konoha. I can't just go running off. I can't.”
“Ichi? Come on, help me out here.”
Ichi scratched the back of his head, staring awkwardly at the floor. “Well, I mean, I'm in surveillance, right? Not exactly in the thick of the action, and I'm the most likely to see an attack coming anyway. Besides, if you take off, someone has to look after this meathead.” Taro lightly punched him in the shoulder, as a formality.
There was a moment of silence and stillness, before Fuuka broke it with a loud sniff and a sudden hug. “Stay alive, okay? And I would also appreciate it if you didn't send anyone after me, but mostly stay alive.”
Ichi gave a lifeless chuckle as he and Taro returned the hug. “Us stay alive? You're the missing-nin now. They're gonna send the best straight for you.”
“A weakling like me? I'm somewhere around Smelly Axe Guy on the priorities list.” A pause, another sniff. “I'm gonna miss you both so much.”
After that, there is little to tell. Taro and Ichi distracted a sentry long enough to let her sneak out past the perimeter. She was found by Chao not long before the Eternal Tsukuyomi began, and took the time to leave a message explaining matters as best she understood them before being taken back to her original world. Her friends may well have lived to discover it. Stranger things have happened. So that ended up being about the size of the other two segments put together. Which I guess isn't that surprising, since the whole idea grew out of wanting to do a fodder's eye view of the war like that. And then I remembered the Pain arc, and what that must have been like to the "Fuck you" fodder ninja of the village.
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Aug 1 2014, 07:21 PM
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This was a long time coming.
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Ayase Yue considered herself a fairly well adjusted, logical and intelligent individual, all things considered. Apathetic in many things, and with an odd obsession for strangely tasting juices, but as well adjusted as any member of 2-A could possibly be. Even if the days she spent thinking of becoming a magical detective to fund her higher studies were becoming more and more frequent, she also liked to think she was very well grounded in reality.
Which was why she was most... affected, when she found herself in a different one. This, she knew nigh-instantly. She had never felt the oppressive cold of night much like she was right now, lost in an infinitely wide plain, although she could see distant walls that cut it, she could also see that the plains continued far into the horizon. It was... confusing. The night was dark, almost supernaturally so, and it was beginning to annoy her to have to focus her eyes so hard to try and discern where she found herself.
She began to walk, wondering if this was a dream. It was almost certainly a nightmare, because she doubted any nice dreams would involve a landscape like this. Perhaps she was paying a metaphorical visit to the land of the dead, to speak with her Grandfather, and this is how her mind chose to interprete the land of the dead? It was a possibility. But then, why was she alone, feeling cold and oh so very, very afraid, if this was a dream? Why was she even questioning it, if it was a dream?
It had to be.
Nothing else made sense.
All of this was, of course, forgotten when she came across the first grisly scene of the night, that of a rotted cadaver. In and of itself, that would've been revolting enough.
But it was walking. Towards her. Shambling, rather, moaning and looking deranged, its lower jaw hanging limply, its left arm pointed towards her, the other as limp as the jaw. Its steps were slow. Its movements were jerky, as if it was a puppet with too many of its strings cut to properly move anymore.
It was then and only then that Yue truly understood the gravity of her situation. She was lost. She was alone. On potentially hostile territory. And she was already starting to feel the effects of fatigue after wandering around for a while.
This did not look good. At all.
Deciding that listening to her fight of flight instinct was only the smart thing to do, Yue turned tail and ran as far as her two feet could carry her.
Unfortunately, all her running did was attract the attention of even more creatures that seemed to plague this dark land. The other zombies that rose from ditches in the ground were no problem. They were all slow and, while frightening to behold, not all that dangerous as she could outpace them at a walking speed. The problem were the skeletons that sometimes accompanied them, unburdened by their rotting, decayed flesh. The skeletons were fast, and each and every single one of them clutched a weapon in its bony fingers. Some even had shields, and yet others had bows and arrows.
This painted an ever more frightening picture. These creatures... they weren't just beasts. They were intelligent enough to properly use weapons. They were intelligent enough to be dangerous.
Yue tried to run harder, but her legs burned and her lungs were aching, or maybe it was the other way around... or even both. She could do nothing but try to push herself forwards, her eyes darting around, looking for refuge or help in some form. It didn't come.
If anything, the situation only got worse as she ran. More skeletons and zombies joined the chase, and even worse were the red midgets, roughly reaching her chest. They looked like stereotypical red devils, and acted like it, carrying torches and smaller weapons, such as crude clubs and other weaponry that they could wield with their small hands. It was only when her adrenaline could carry her no longer that Yue finally tripped, her exhaustion and terror taking away fine motor control. She turned around and looked at the incoming horde and screwed her eyes tightly shut, wishing that she could awaken from this nightmare.
PS: Fear not, she ain't dead yet, folks. Continued Survival in the Diablo World depends almost solely on having a competent meatshield, after all, even if it has no meat... Yue just has to find one that works for her...
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Yes I am. I said I would, and I hate going back on my word. IANCE, you pustulating whoreson, I am going to find you when this is over. They will make a torture porn movie about your death, and they will have to tone it down to maintain suspension of disbelief.
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There there. Go do evil things in the name of the government to feel better.
There Be Whales Here
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Aug 1 2014, 09:14 PM
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All of this was, of course, forgotten when she came across the first grizzly scene of the night, that of a rotted cadaver. Grisly. Unless the cadaver is a bear, the word you're looking for is "grisly." /eyetwitching Grammar Nazi
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Aug 1 2014, 10:51 PM
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Everything's Worse With Bears.
Hm... Druids can become werebears... tempting, tempting...
Thankz yeh.
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Yes I am. I said I would, and I hate going back on my word. IANCE, you pustulating whoreson, I am going to find you when this is over. They will make a torture porn movie about your death, and they will have to tone it down to maintain suspension of disbelief.
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There there. Go do evil things in the name of the government to feel better.
There Be Whales Here
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Aug 2 2014, 02:02 PM
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Oboy. Whee.
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http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Film/Grizzly
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What is the point anymore?
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Aug 2 2014, 02:37 PM
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Also, IANCE, the Witch Doctor in Diablo 3 can summon Zombie Bears, so there's more support
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There's a point where it tips there's a point where it breaks there's a point where it bends and a point we just can’t take anymore
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Aug 2 2014, 09:19 PM
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To me it's not a real sequel to Diablo II, though. I mean, after the Worldstone went Boom, Sanctuary should've either been completely fucked because the angels would've blown it right the fuck up or the humans should've started to become Nephalem and kicked both demon and angel ass like crazy. Inarius is disappoint.
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Yes I am. I said I would, and I hate going back on my word. IANCE, you pustulating whoreson, I am going to find you when this is over. They will make a torture porn movie about your death, and they will have to tone it down to maintain suspension of disbelief.
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There there. Go do evil things in the name of the government to feel better.
There Be Whales Here
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Aug 3 2014, 01:35 PM
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IANCE: have you checked out Path of Exile? It's very much in the vein of Diablo II, it has interesting class and skill systems, and it's free.
Tbh, I think most of the playerbase is people who liked Diablo II and felt III went the wrong direction.
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Aug 4 2014, 10:08 AM
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To be fair, I think Whimsyshire was a step in the right direction in self parody. Blizzard is notoriously bad at noticing when they take a right step and continuing down that path, though.
I might check it out.
Median XL does extend Diablo II's life, though. If you liked DII, I recommend checking out that mod.
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Yes I am. I said I would, and I hate going back on my word. IANCE, you pustulating whoreson, I am going to find you when this is over. They will make a torture porn movie about your death, and they will have to tone it down to maintain suspension of disbelief.
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There there. Go do evil things in the name of the government to feel better.
There Be Whales Here
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