[fanfiction] Str_ng me
Tue, 09/24/2013 - 16:52
A bit of realism. Action. Adventure. Dark. Who knows.
Summary:
Cradle is alive. And Strand is an old Vanguard unconcerned with the oddity. They've been on Cradle for too long without any real answers and he's just one who's lost interest. However, when the Clockworks dungeons start to be predictable, he finds himself questioning the why and the how.
Table of Contents
Prologue: Post-rank Champion
Chapter 1: The Heating Grounds
Prologue: Post-rank Champion.
I... should stop holding onto my sword so tightly.
Jil whispers, "Hey, you made it!"
"Yeah."
Jil whispers, "Congrats on getting there! You're one of us!"
"Thanks."
### whispers, "One of us."
"What?"
Jil whispers, "A Vanguard! We'll open the core!"
He's too excited. More excited than me. "The core. Right." Even in this dark depth, I can see redness emanating from below. It doesn't seem all that special. But this is what HQ wants to see. I'm just riding in front.
Nine months later. There hasn't been any progress on the core at all. Vanguards and battle sprites are more plentiful than the energy we have left. I believe... that we're never getting off Cradle.
### whispers, "#####"
...All right. One more round of fsc.
Wed, 09/25/2013 - 16:10
#2
Derp. :3
Seems like a nice start, Mr. Pillows. (XD) Lot's 'o mystery. Seems like a promising story.
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Fri, 10/11/2013 - 17:41
#3
The Heating Grounds
This is the next chapter. Imagine about six months have passed. Tell me what you think.
Chapter One: The Heating Grounds
Massive resonance after massive resonance throughout the ground. The icy smash truly shows no mercy... on its wielder.
I can't tell if my entire arm is numb from the vibration or how haphazardly chilly it gets in the hottest depth of Cradle.
There's a low growling sound from behind me. Instinctively, I slapped the source with my blade as fast as I could.
The amazing Triglav. Hah. Its dps is no match for the Volt's. Kind of a shame really. Still, the frozen tears of this blade is a sight to behold.
...
Sigh.
Leave me some room to breathe.
"GRAGHHH!!"
A cold blast from this thing to a fire slag must feel like a faceplant into an arctic ocean, falling from ten thousand feet in the air. Strand peers out a random window. Like the chasm he saw on the top of Cradle, this too seemed like an abyss.
##### (Stop being a wimp)
I'm bored of this place.
##### (Spill some more crowns)
I don't need another weapon.
##### (Find a party)
...One more run then.
##### (Yesss...)
If it wasn't danger, it was the strange satisfaction of being that ocean that engulfed these zombies. If it wasn't greed, it was still the unsatisfaction with what he had now. And if danger or crowns weren't the answer, it was just hope. Hope that he'll find an answer after all of the accumlated flames break him. It's stupid logic. But Strand was the kind of guy who had to slowly adapt to change. Anything too new he'll come to hate.
Like that oddity in the coliseum. He lost to him. Humilatingly.
Jin-The-Terror, an aggressive gunman, wasn't really too odd. But there he was, still standing after two teammates went and gone.
##### (Take him. He's weak)
Strand is a swordsman. The aggressive striker. The soloer in these random matches. Often the reckless capper too, with a death streak that matches it. He has his Voltedge, his Divine Avenger, and a good set of penta-hearts. A fully equipped striker.
Though they were both strikers, a swordie and a gunner plays two entirely different tactics. The solo swordie chases and the gunner runs. So how did it feel #####?
...
How did it feel to be taunted by a Sentenza. To swing at the dust. To be so intently focused on weapons for one second and be so lazily glaring at the coliseum's ceiling.
...
This isn't why he grips so tightly onto his swords at all. The trust he puts into that thing. The feel of damage. It's progress to him. It's dependence for him. It's power. To fight everyone else and the world he's living in.
##### (Quit thinking so much)
I'm done for the day.
"Up for another fsc?"
... (Stop it)
"Sure."
##### (It's past twelve you know)
... (Stop)
She's good at this though. This'll be quick.
Sat, 10/12/2013 - 07:37
#4
Derp. :3
I like the way this is going.
Keep it up!
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