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Unequally Rational And Emotional Thread; It's Negima with Everything Else Added!
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Topic Started: Apr 15 2012, 06:40 PM (11,704 Views)
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OverMaster
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Sep 29 2012, 06:27 PM
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Falling off the Nest.
I have always considered myself a rational and educated man. I scorn and scoff at the pretenses of the supernatural often flaunted by charlatans and scoundrels. Often, such people has tried to take advantage of me. Hah! Of me! Of course, they never have succeeded. Not even my own mother could fool me.
So why I have come this far just because of some nonsense babbled about at times, while drunk or in her deathbed? Perhaps I just have some time and money to kill, not to mention boredom. After all, events at home have been rather prosper but also shallow as of late, with not only two of my major rivals missing for months now, but now also the abominable nocturnal meddler unseen or unheard for more than a week. My business has been succeeding splendidly, and I figure I can wing myself a quick trip to the old homeland.
My family lost almost all our money and prestige before I regained them with the sweat of my forehead. For generations, they were the top of the flock of British aristocracy, until foolish decisions ruined them. One of them, no doubt, was my aunt's decision to marry a simpleton in poverty named Springfield. They had two sons, from what I have gathered, one Seoman and one Nagi. Good-for-nothing hooligans both of them, without even known professions to their name. My father didn't fare much better, and bad business moves made him lose most of his belongings. My parents moved to America, where I was born to peck my way to the top of my world. All by myself. That was before my cousins were even born, so we never even met, thankfully.
The guide shows me the ruins of my aunt's old home, destroyed more than five years ago in what has officially been labeled a terrorist massacre. The local rumor mill, he tells me, still whispers of demons razing the village, and the neighboring towns still fear. Poor bumpkins. The only demon I have ever met is all too human. Although that, unfortunately, doesn't make him any easier to vanquish.
I supervise the old, wrecked pathetic remains with analytical eyes. Polishing my monocle, I run the calculations in my head, then ask my expert, "How much, would you say?"
He says the exact amount I had estimated, so I nod slowly and smile. "I am willing to buy, then."
"That might pose a problem, Sir," the guide tells me. "After the disaster, the only two surviving members of the family were sent to a boarding school in Wales. They graduated recently, but one of them is only a child, and as for the other, well..."
My expert takes over, "We already made a background search, Sir. It was difficult, tracking her after she recently left her Welsh home, but we managed to learn she had travelled to Japan. Probably to follow her cousin, who had made the same trip several months ago."
"Oh?" I say. "Two naive, sheltered, no doubt traumatized, English youngsters in a strange country, all alone to fend off by themselves? Undoubtably, they must be undergoing great turmoil, and perhaps dire needs as well. I'd like to help them. Mr. Anderson, please locate Miss Springfield and extend my generous buying offer to her. After all, I doubt she will ever be coming back here."
"Yes, as you say, Sir."
I waddle away from the old home, fairly satisfied. Anything for the family! Hah!
If my mother's insane ramblings were right and there is, indeed, something valuable buried deep under the house, like my father told her before his untimely pneumonia death, the poor chicks will be plucked, but those are lessons best learned while you are young. If not, well, I figure this dump can make for a good smuggling stop, at least. Like anyone would ever check here.
I make myself comfortable on the limo's back seat and clap softly. "To the hotel, will you, Lark?"
The young woman at the driving wheel smiles as she's been taught. "On the double, Mr. Cobblepot."
England is such a beautiful place, I tell myself, looking out the window. Maybe better suited for someone like me than Gotham.
Oh, who am I kidding?
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Oct 1 2012, 07:41 PM
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Oboy. Whee.
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Extra Content- Kyubey's Amazing Guidebook on Past, Present and Future Witches, Part 1.
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Madeline, the Witch of the Stove.
It is difficult to imagine what would drive sweet and kind Yotsuba Satsuki-san to accept a Contract to become a Magical Girl and fight monsters, isn't it? And it's even more difficult to imagine waht would later drive her into enough despair to become a Witch. It was, no doubt, a very serious and dramatic incident if it could push her over that limit.
Regardless of that, Madeline was a Witch that manifested herself in the fifth observed iteration. Having lost sight of why she used to cook, Satsuki-san became obsessed only with the cooking itself, maybe to cope. She absorbed everything and everyone around her inside of her barrier and cooked them alive in her pot. She always smiled while she did so, and even though she never spoke, she always had kind and tender sounds of comfort for her guests as she cooked them and served them to her familiars. They ate everything she served them, like good children.
Madeline was defeated when Kaname Madoka and her sidekick, shy Akemi Homura, entered the Witch's barrier, and Madeline was felled by the arrows from Madoka's bow. No one in Class 3-A other than Chao-san ever learned the truth about what happened to Satsuki-san, but without her warmth and support for everyone, the class lost a lot of stability, leading to the formation of a shaky Ala Alba ultimately resulting in disaster. Writing that timeline off as an unmitigated disaster, Chao-san made a time jump to alter the continuity.
I have not been able to establish a Contract with Satsuki-san ever since, because the conditions behind her accepting were very specific and difficult to achieve.
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Oct 2 2012, 04:10 AM
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Oboy. Whee.
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the chap should be ready tomorrow or the day after.
... Not to be rude with something you aren't even in the obligation to supply, but that was the 28th...
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Shadow Crystal Mage
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Oct 2 2012, 05:09 AM
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OVERLORD OF ALL CRACK!
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Yeah, sorry. I was conscripted against my will to work in the province yesterday, and today was a busy day. Tomorrow, I promise. Actually working on it right now.
EDIT: okay, it's done. You should be able to get it through that link. Some scenes might need to be moved though, I'm not sure about the order. Oh, and my profile is pretty brief.
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OverMaster
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Oct 2 2012, 08:58 AM
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Oboy. Whee.
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Cool, sorry for the annoyance. I'll check it out now, make the final arrangements and additions tonight (I think you missed the Mundus Magicus segments and the two parts of the Averrunci fight, but no big deal), and hopefully post it then.
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Oct 2 2012, 09:32 AM
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Kyoto closure.
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Professor Nitta sighed while he and Shizuna made the rounds along the train car, checking on the students and teacher of Class 3-A. He rubbed a spot on his aching back with a hand and shook his head, looking over the students in their seats.
Kaede slept with Fuuka and Fumika napping on her lap, their heads comfortably stuck right under the tall girl's breasts. Nagase ocassionally muttered something troubled and awkward about frogs, but other than that, she was as calm as ever.
Shiina and Hakase were supported on each other, much like Lingshen and Yotsuba. Tatsumiya was sleeping with her arms folded and a tissue folded over her eyes, and next to her, tiny Zs escaped from Rainyday's head. Literally.
Karakuri did not sleep, but she was in standby repose mode, with her eyes closed for a better appearance of humanity. Evangeline was on her lap, with her head cupped under a protective hand of the gynoid.
Yukihiro made strange sounds while pursing her lips, ocassionally mumbling "Nggg snssss..." and pursing her lips. Kagurazaka, who for some reason had sat next to her, kept punching her aside even while sleeping. Across them, Konoe slept supported on an antsily resting Sakurazaki, whose eyebrows twitched at random.
Saotome and Ku Fei slept quietly together, as did Miyazaki and Ayase. Akashi supported the weight of her resting body on Ookuchi's, while Sasaki was cuddling against Izumi. Asakura and Kasuga slept by themselves, with the latter hugging a trip bag and calling it, "K-k-nee chwaaaaan..."
"The invincible Class 3-A, finally felled by exhaustion," Nitta mused, hands behind his back. "They must be getting old, since last year they returned wrecking havoc all the way."
Shizuna nodded.
"Hey, I'm still awake," Kugimiya Madoka said from where she was struggling with a crossword puzzle, but as usual, nobody paid her attention. Kakizaki slept with her head on the dark haired cheerleader's shoulder.
Shizuna chuckled, pointing in the direction of Negi, who slept snuggled against Hasegawa, who kept him under an arm while Tsunetsuki napped sitting at her feet. "Even their teacher isn't so above it all, it seems."
Nitta shook his head again. "I keep thinking he's still too young for this. Poor boy..."
Shizuna smiled with amusement. "They are very close, aren't they? Were they a little older, I'd worry for sure they've become a couple."
"A couple? Don't be nonsensical, Minamoto-sensei," the older man chided her. "They're becoming like siblings. That's all, and it's pretty obvious from how they act around each other."
Shizuna shook her head to herself. Men, always so oblivious...
Oh, well. It wasn't her business anyway, one way or another.
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rikalous
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Oct 2 2012, 01:35 PM
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It is difficult to imagine what would drive sweet and kind Yotsuba Satsuki-san to accept a Contract to become a Magical Girl and fight monsters, isn't it? And it's even more difficult to imagine waht would later drive her into enough despair to become a Witch. It was, no doubt, a very serious and dramatic incident if it could push her over that limit.
You raging tease, that's going to remain a Noodle Incident, isn't it.
^Little does she know that Chisame is Negi's relative from the Magic World.
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Let's Watch Nanoha Wits, magic, and hardboiled monologues. My other claims to fame.
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Oct 2 2012, 07:40 PM
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Oboy. Whee.
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New chapter is up:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6228161/45/Une...l-and-Emotional
Thanks again for the help, SCM.
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Oct 2 2012, 08:19 PM
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One last chap to go, then I'm back to just editing and joke additions…
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Oct 3 2012, 04:00 AM
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Of course. 2814 Nanoha needs some daddy loving back.
That sounded wrong...
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Oct 3 2012, 05:54 AM
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Fate would blast me, yes.
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Oct 4 2012, 09:53 AM
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"If I may be allowed to speak now," Ala Alba's Karakuri respectfully raised a hand, "During all of these events I haven't had a chance to announce it, but I also met a being who seemed to fill the basic conditions of a Servant at Mahora. He even claimed being a Servant."
Both Chaos blinked notably. "May we have visuals, Chachamaru-chan?" Other-Chao asked, already pulling a tiny device shaped like a pendrive out. Karakuri nodded, turning around and pulling her hair aside, allowing her co-creator access to her neck. Other-Chao jammed the tiny unit there, and it immediately displayed a holographic projection of Chachamaru's databanks for everyone to see, visible as a wide collection of computer folders. Everyone noticed how there were several of them with Negi's name on them, all of them adorned with diminutive locks, and frowns abounded.
A miniature pointer went to a folder labeled as ?????, and clicked on it. Then it clicked on a reduced picture and expanded on it. The image began moving in slow mo, showing a darkly wisecracking, very strange man in a yellow zoot suit, with a hat and colorful tie. He seemed to be bald and with no eyebrows, his whole head grotesquely green, his eyes bulging, a huge Joker-esque grin plastered across his mouth. "This is him," Karakuri blandly said.
Asakura, Chisame, Nodoka and Haruna all cringed in varied degrees of distress, while the Batman's scowl deepened. A lot. "So, I take it you have an idea who is this...?" Other-Chao asked. "Enlighten me, please. It's not often I get to play this kind of role reversal."
"Ten years ago, in Edge City, USA, a mysterious vigilante of sorts known only as 'Bighead' appeared, bedeviling the underworld and bringing criminals to justice while completely humbling them," Asakura began narrating. "He was virtually invulnerable. Bullets didn't even slow down. Cutting him by half only set him back while he literally pulled himself together, although some say these were only exaggerations..."
"They weren't," Skuld said.
"Ah. Anyway," Kazumi continued, "The police, being naturally distrustful of vigilantes, set out to stop Bighead, but he made fools of them at every turn. They couldn't anything to stop him. But the worst part was, as months went on, Bighead became more violent, reckless and brutal. He began slaughtering criminals in sadistic ways not too unlike the Joker's MO. Even worse, he also started attacking citizens for random minor transgressions, or even imagined ones. The mob, rumors say, hired a metahuman mystery hitman known only as Mr. Walter to stop him. Think of Solomon Grundy as a killer for hire. He was one of the only three people to ever face Bighead more than once and survive, along a criminal scientist named Dr. Pretorius and Edge City top cop Mitch Kellaway, who had been chasing Bighead since the start of his career."
Haruna nodded. "Then, one day, he just... disappeared. No one knows what happened to him, although most suppose he just died, but what could kill a creature like him, who knows. Very very bizarre, yep."
"You two seem awfully knowledgeable on the subject," Misa said.
"Well," Asakura replied, "Peggy Grant, the reporter who wrote the most extensive book on the Bighead case yet, is kind of one of my models in the investigative career. Many have accused her of making yellow journalism, but I think she's just one of those persons who won't stop for anything to get a good scoop..."
"Not even things like ethics, right?" Misa inquired.
"I liked her book," Haruna mused. "Not a very polished prose, but you could feel her emotion for the case."
"You never did anything to solve the case?" Kagurazaka asked Batman.
"Back then, I still was finishing my training at the other side of the world," the Bat said. "When I returned to America, this 'Bighead' already had vanished. But I still did an intensive research of my own on him. See this?" he pointed at where the green of Bighead's face became flesh colored on his neck, Chacahamaru helping with a closeup. "I think this is a signal of the origin of his powers. He derivated them from some sort of mask."
"Uncle Loki's mask, to be exact," Skuld yawned. "Uncle is the God of Mischief, so sometimes he just drops lethal artifacts in the human world, like cursed monkey paws and the like, on Midgard to have some laughs. We keep telling him to stop it, but you think he ever listens...?"
"Exactly how much power are we talking about here?" Asuna asked.
"Well, let's see... Enough power to materialize objects out of nowhere, control minds, survive an atomic explosion at ground zero, chop himself into steaks while laughing, reform himself from being reduced to a severed head..." Skuld recounted. "And that was before becoming a Heroic Spirit, which always grants you a large skills and stats boost. If you ever have to face him, he only has one weakness. You must separate him from the mask, which I suppose is working as some sort of Noble Phantasm permanently attached to him. If you do that, he should lose his divine powers and be reduced to a frail state. Good luck getting that close, though. I imagine he will be the Servant to defeat in this Grail War."
"He mentioned belonging to the Trickster class," Karakuri added.
Konoka frowned. "Whoever controls such an awful character must be a very nasty person," she mused, unusually disgusted.
Skuld gave her a short enigmatic glare before saying, "Well, while most Servants and Masters do share common traits that draw them to each other, that doesn't mean they always see the world the same way. For what it counts, the Bighead guy started like a mortal with good intentions, but Loki's power would drive anyone insane. Even Uncle Loki. The Trickster's owner, most likely, is someone who started this with the purpose to do good, but could end up being devoured by the nature of his actions..." she said, as if warning.
That last sentence had been said in such a strangely ominous tone that for a moment no one seemed to be willing to even ask on it, until, of course, Makie went on a tangent, with a yawn and a rub of her eyes.
"What's that Noble Phantasm thing you spoke of, Sku-chan, Kuro-chan?"
You can take it from here, SCM.
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Oct 4 2012, 11:56 AM
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I like the new type of info on these witches. The exposition is also getting very interesting.
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Oct 4 2012, 04:14 PM
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- Oct 3 2012, 10:54 AM
Fate would blast me, yes.
Don't lie to me, we both know you'd like that.
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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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Oct 5 2012, 06:50 PM
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Oboy. Whee.
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More URAE-2814.
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After finishing with the Fourth Grail lineup, Kuro made a pause on her narration to smirk at Skuld. "Now, I trust our little divine highness could confirm if this Servant lineup also was in effect in this universe or not?"
After lifting her nose slightly, Skuld pulled a cellphone shaped device out of her breast pocket and held it high. After pressing a button sequence on it, it displayed a 3-D image of a very strange man in black robes, with a hood down, showing his freakishly pale face, long blueish-black hair, and bugging eyes. His posture and expression conveyed a stark sensation of malice and perversity. "Actually," Skuld said, "the same basic chain of events seems to have happened in this world as well, although with a few differences. The Fourth War Caster, in this world, wasn't the young woman you described, but this man. Gilles de Rais, the French noble and warrior turned follower of the black magic, who inspired the bloody legend of Bluebeard. Once a fair and gallant gentleman, the death of his comrade in arms Jeanne D'Arc twisted his mind and pushed him to study the dark arts. He massacred dozens of innocents, especially women and children, in his malevolent experiments for further power. The Church and the king had him executed, but his spirit was brought back to this world by a Japanese serial killer who saw fit to take part in the War as a sick game."
"Okay," Kuro scowled. "Bonus points for dramatic exposition. Continue."
Skuld glared at her before going on. "They captured several children across Fuyuki City in a scheme to set a trap for Saber, whom Caster wrongly believed was Jeanne brought back to life. However, Saber fought her way through the legion of monsters Caster had unleashed upon the city and was able to slay him. Shortly after, Caster's Master was shot and killed by the Magus Killer, Emiya Kiritsugu."
Kuro smiled faintly. "It's good to see no matter the world, Daddy could take care of business. However, from what I saw of the local Shirou-niichan..."
"Yes. The Emiya Kiritsugu who lived in this world has long departed it. Sorry," Skuld said before pressing more keys, now showing a curious looking antropomorphic figure in baggy pants and a green shirt, holding a wide round shiny shield in a way that obscured most of his face. However, a pair of long, dog-like black ears could be seen poking from behind the shield. "Additionally, this was Servant Shield, another participant in that War you apparently lacked. Not that it matters much, since he was the second Servant to fall after Assassin. Shields are excellent at defense, but rarely remarkable at offense compared to Sabers or Lancers. Although the current Shield," the image changed to a shadowy, blurry picture of a tall blond woman holding a sword for a moment, "is a notable exception to that rule."
Kagurazaka and Erebus seemed oddly rattled at seeing that image. Skuld smiled at them. "Something wrong?"
Twilight Red asked warily, "That Shield woman... wouldn't she happen to be...?"
Skuld closed her eyes. "Probably. Although I have no idea who are you talking about."
Chisame grumbled. "You're being misleading and obscure on purpose, aren't you?"
"If anything, I'm saying too much," Skuld sighed, showing everyone another picture, this time one of a thin and dashing young man with short orange hair. "Fourth War Vigilante, also known in life as Robin Hood, or rather, one of the men who took the Robin Hood identity through Prince John Lackland's rule. One of them was a fox-man, back when those beings still roamed this world. True story." She placed a kiss on her own fingers to make her point. "This other 'Robin Hood' was an expert archer, but since an Archer already had been summoned, he fell into the Vigilante class. Vigilantes are expert trackers and patrollers, but tend to fall short in direct physical confrontations. However, they can be almost as good as Assassins in covert missions. Unfortunately for this one, his Master disagreed with his methods, calling them underhanded, and forced him to fight in a direct way that had him killed rather messily by Berserker."
"Tsk," Kuro shook her head. "And there was another extra Servant, you said...?"
"Yes," Skuld said. Now she was displaying the image of a buxom, smiling young woman in tall black boots, a red longcoat, and tight pants, holding a gun in each hand. Her hair was long, of a dark pink tone, and her cleavage was as wide as her roguish smile. Kuro, Haruna and the Chamos all looked on with visible interest. "Servant Stealer, who might have been a Rider if Iskander had not shown up before. In life, she was Sir Francis Drake..."
"But Sir Francis Drake was a man!" Negi protested.
Skuld waved a finger. "That's the history you have been told. Drake was a liar and libertine, a free spirit in an age where women weren't allowed into most positions of power, much less over hardened criminals and seamen. She and those who used her crew's services would spread the news she was, indeed, a man, and she often crossdressed during raids to preserve that impression amongst the survivors. Like most Stealers, she was a Servant specialized in treachery and dirty fighting, and yet she also had a twisted honor code of sorts. She fell to Rider, and her Master perished shortly afterwards at the hands of... ah, but that would be saying too much," she sighed. "As Gods, we aren't usually allowed to speak ill of the church."
"That wasn't amusing," Misora frowned.
"It wasn't intended to be," Skuld shrugged. "Now, Kuro-san," she turned her device off, "I think you were about to tell us about your Fifth War? Now that should be interesting..."
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