Disclaimer: I do not own Guilty Gear. If I did, I'd be practicing how
to dual-wield Fuenken and Furaiken. Unfortunately, it is currently
owned by Arc Systems and Sammy, so I'm out of luck. Please do not sue
me, I have no money.
A Little Bit of Innocence
A waste of good bandwidth by: TheArchimage
Part 1: A Slight Change of Plans
-----------------------------
The voice over the intercom blared, "We are now flying over the
Pacific Ocean, home of many wondrous islands, creatures, and peoples.
As a matter of fact, if the passengers on the left side of the plane
would look directly below them, they will see... their shoelaces. HA!
Made you look! Seriously, if you would direct your attention out the
window, you will see none other than a legendary kraken waving at us
as we pass by. Actually... I take that back, that kraken is too busy
tearing apart that ocean liner to pay us much mind. My mistake!"
Millia's eyebrow twitched slightly. She looked over next to her at
Jam and asked, "Do we have to listen to him?" Faust continued his
particular brand of tour guidance, mostly unheeded by the passengers
except for a few grimacing faces.
Jam sighed as she explained, "Johnny's been trying to shut him up, but
he can't find where he's hiding. We'll just have to wait."
"...That was not my question." Millia gestured up with her eyes, and
Jam's eyes followed. Millia's hair had taken the shape of a pair of
scissors, and was poised to cut the intercom cable.
"Oh," Jam said simply. "Well, I'm not stopping you. Just do it quick
before Johnny catches you hurting his ship..." A moment later a snip
was heard, ending Faust's ranting across the deck. A mighty cheer
went up from the crew of the Mayship, followed by a collective sigh of
relief.
"Looks like I'm not the only one thankful for that. Great job!" If
Millia appreciated the thanks, she didn't let it show. She simply
returned to staring straight ahead, waiting for the ride to be over.
Jam looked around the room at the other people present. Sol was off
in the corner, slouched in the corner with his chin touching his chest
and his hair falling over his eyes. He seemed asleep, but one could
never be sure with the bounty hunter. Nearby the assassin known only
as Venom crouched on the floor, too lost in thought to be bothered
much. The case where he kept his pool cue was within arms reach, even
though Johnny had made it specifically clear that there were to be no
fights on his ship. Others from the "Gear Hunt" were on board the
Mayship in one place or another, but Jam couldn't be bothered to keep
track of them. After all, this was supposed to be a vacation for her,
too.
Still... this wasn't quite the party she thought it would be...
-Two days ago, in China-
This particular street corner was rife with activity. Most of it was
caused by the construction crew that had been hard at work for the
past few weeks, holding up traffic while trying desperately to keep up
with their boss' demands as well as the demands of their borderline-
psychotic client. Speaking of whom...
Jam Kuradoberi stamped her foot in rage, kicking up loose dirt and
sawdust. "What do you MEAN you're not done yet?!"
The foreman eyed her as he rolled up the blueprints. "I mean, we're
not done yet. There was a delay in the shipment of materials, and we
can't finish your building until they come in."
"And when will that be?"
The foreman shrugged. "Dunno. A week, maybe."
Not the answer she was looking for. "A WEEK?! I'm having a private
opening ceremony for my restaurant TOMMORROW!"
"You're just going to have to tell your guests to wait."
"I can't tell these guests to 'wait'. They're busy people. Busy,
picky, and very ARMED! How am I supposed to tell them they came all
this way for nothing without getting killed?!"
The foreman shrugged. "Dunno. Think of something. And get some more
money ready, because we're going to have to charge overtime for this."
With that, he turned away, leaving Jam to fume.
Jam clenched her fists tightly, and a huge red aura appeared around
her. If he thought he was going to get away like that, he was sadly
mistaken. She dashed toward him in the blink of an eye, and he barely
had time to turn around and scream before she was upon him. She
screamed as she began a ferocious series of blows to the gut, chest,
and face, "TEN! SHO! TEN! GA! RUI! GA! ROKU! SO!"
She finished with a flying kick that would have made Bruce Lee
jealous. The foreman landed some twenty feet away, badly beaten and
with swirls instead of eyes. Some of his underlings snickered that he
had been beaten by a girl half his size, but kept their tones muffled
to avoid invoking her wrath. Jam landed from her kick gracefully,
feeling worlds better but still a bit miffed. She huffed once more
before turning back toward her restaurant. Right now, it had a good,
solid foundation, a vague framework, and not much else. There was no
way it would be ready before everyone got here. Her head sank. "So
much for a grand opening..."
She felt a tap on her shoulder just then, and whirled around. She
smiled a little at the person who had quickly become a good friend.
"Johnny!"
Johnny was his usual stylish self, dressed in his distinctive black
cloak and matching hat. His katana was absent, although she knew he
could seemingly draw it from thin air if the need arose. Also as
usual, the plucky May was at his side, grinning widely as she waved.
The ten-year old had quite the crush on Johnny, and was usually never
far from him if she could possibly avoid it.
With them this time was the person responsible for her starting
capital, if you could call her a person: Dizzy, the sentient Gear with
a 500,000 World Dollar bounty on her head that Jam had readily accepted.
She wore a large coat that she had tucked her wings and tail into, and
glanced from side to side nervously. Guess she still hadn't become quite
at ease around people. She couldn't really blame her for that, though.
If the stories she heard were true, her experiences with humanity had been...
less than pleasant.
Johnny smiled as he looked past Jam at the restaurant. "I was just
dropping by to see that the bounty was being put to good use... as you
may know, I don't show up anywhere that doesn't live up to my
standards."
Jam shook her head. "It wouldn't be so bad, but the darn construction
crew's incompetent. There's no way the restaurant's going to be
finished in time for the opening party."
Johnny scratched his chin thoughtfully. "That's funny... if I
remember correctly, your invitation just mentioned a party, nothing
about an opening..."
Jam sighed, "That was supposed to be a surprise. It doesn't matter
now, the party's off; we can't have a party if there's no place to
hold it..."
Johnny tipped his hat up as he explained, "Well, I know a little out-
of-the-way place in the Pacific... an island paradise, I guess you
could call it. Ordinarily, I'd keep something like that to myself,
maybe to store loot for later or as a safe haven... but how could I do
that when a cute thing like you needs help?"
Jam shook her head. "An island in the middle of nowhere isn't going
to do me any good. How am I supposed to get everyone there?"
Johnny smirked knowingly. "You know, I DO have a ship I can lend you.
It's been a while since there've been any men on board besides me...
but I'm not going to let a little thing like construction ruin a good
party."
The young cook's jaw dropped. "Johnny... are you serious?"
Johnny gave her a million dollar smirk. "Of course, my dear!
Anything for-"
"AHEM!" May reminded Johnny of her presence by elbowing him in the
thigh. "I'm standing right here you know..."
Johnny scrambled to recover, "I'm just being nice to a friend, May!
Nothing to get upset about!" He never meant to lead the kid on, but
her jealousy fits were dangerous in the extreme. Especially to him.
"Um, as I was saying, it's for the good of the party! I know how
difficult some of these people can be, but I'll help you get through
it all."
"Phew! You're really saving my life here... thanks a bunch!"
Johnny rubbed the back of his head. "Don't mention it! Well, I'll be
by tomorrow to help you make sure everything goes smoothly. And don't
worry, I'll make sure everything goes smoothly." He then leaned close
to her ear. He then whispered, "Just one favor though... could
you..."
May hovered just behind Johnny, eyes glowing red. "Yes, Johnny? What
were you going to ask?"
Johnny's teeth clenched in a false smile, suddenly wishing he'd left
that little basinet in the desert where he found it. "I was just
going to ask if she'd cook some good steak for us sometime. It's been ages
since I've had some, you know..."
"Oh... okay!" May smiled happily as she skipped away.
Johnny scratched his nose as Jam asked, "Johnny... when you said it's
been ages since you had any... you weren't talking about beef, were
you?"
Johnny pursed his lips together. "The kid always gets in the way at
the worst possible times..."
Jam patted Johnny on the back. "There there, pal. It's just a phase.
She'll grow out of it, I'm sure. Well, I've got a whole lot of calls
to make. Otherwise I'll wind up with a huge pile of food in front of
this place that I can't use. See you tomorrow Johnny!"
Johnny waved as Jam left, then looked back towards the ship. May was
explaining the situation to Dizzy, who hung on her every word. Johnny
shook his head as he snickered. "'Just a phase', huh? That's what I
thought three years ago..."
* * * * *
Dizzy had a problem. It wasn't that she was afraid of what was going
to happen to her. Her past few weeks on the Mayship had somewhat
eased her feelings of constant dread, and she was slowly becoming more
accustomed to dealing with people. It wasn't that she was scared of
the party; the way Johnny described it, it sounded sort of fun. The
stuff May said about it, though, was a little confusing; why would
anyone decide to sneak away from something so much fun for something
called a "quickie"? And what on earth was a "jell-o shot"? But that
wasn't really the problem, either.
Her problem lay primarily with her guardians, Necro and Undine.
Normally, they took the form of the black and white wings,
respectively, on her back, but could assume a more human-like form if
they felt the need to defend Dizzy. Without their cooperation, she
could very easily see the party turning into a disaster; most of the
guests had been their opponents recently, and suddenly seeing them all
in the same place would make the two go absolutely ballistic unless
she warned them first.
Dizzy had started as she tried to several times before; by locking
herself alone in her room aboard the Mayship, calmly explaining the
situation, and asking for their cooperation. And this conversation
was quickly heading in the same direction her earlier attempts had
gone.
Specifically, nowhere.
[This is absolutely ridiculous,] Necro grumbled. [Tell me, why must
we play nice with these humans, when just a short while ago they were
trying to tear us to shreds?]
~Because,~ Undine reasoned. ~Dizzy wants to see the world outside the
grove, and the people that live there. And if we are to avoid being
hunted, we have to be more reserved, and NOT just flatten everything
that looks at her funny.~
[Bah! You don't understand anything. Whether we play nice or not,
people are going to come after her eventually. Besides, that does not
rationalize dealing with such obviously dangerous people!]
"Um..."
~They came after her because they feared what she might do. Now that
they know she means no harm, they have no reason to fight her. Not
unless a certain hothead GIVES them a reason...~ She looked at her
fellow guardian disdainfully, as one might glare at a dog that growls
too much.
[Don't go getting all high and mighty on me, princess. You've started
at least as many fights as I have.]
~I started ONE. And that was because that shadow guy was giving me
the creeps.~
"Could you..."
Necro crossed his arms disapprovingly. [You're forgetting about all
the times you took a swing at Johnny.]
~He won't stop staring at my chest! Besides, you should be the LAST
person to talk about unprovoked attacks! After all, back when we
lived in the village, I wasn't the one that almost destroyed a whole
block trying to kill a poor, defenseless...~
[THAT DAMN CAT BIT ME! He was not defenseless!]
"Please, stop!" Dizzy yelled out. Necro and Undine both looked toward
her, then toward each other. Dizzy took a deep breath as she tried
explaining, "Listen... this is important to me. I just want to get
along with everyone... so, please, try to be lenient."
After a long pause, Necro finally sighed loudly. [Fine, fine. You
win... but if any of them even BREATHE on you wrong, I'll beat them
all within an inch of their miserable, worthless lives.] He then
morphed back into wing form to mope silently.
Undine patted Dizzy on the shoulder. ~There there, that's just how he
shows he cares. I'm sure nothing bad is going to happen... regardless
of how tactless CERTAIN people can be.~
[I heard that, woman!], Necro bellowed quickly without reverting to
human form. Undine stuck her tongue out at the black wing and
silently pledged to ignore him for the rest of the day.
~Anyway, I'll be sure to be on my best behavior... but I won't
hesitate to come out if things don't go smoothly. I don't want you
getting hurt.~
Dizzy nodded, smiling with relief. "Thank you Undine. And you too,
Necro, thank you."
~You're welcome!~
[Yeah, yeah.]
With that, Undine, too, reverted back into a white wing. Necro and
Undine could be dangerously protective, but they were willing to bend
a little for Dizzy's sake. With that done, she had only to enjoy
herself.
Tomorrow... it would all begin tomorrow...
---------------------------------------------
Notes: I don't expect a huge, grand plot to come out of this... I just
want to have some fun with all the characters interacting with each
other. Nothing wrong with that, right?
I plan to include both some character development parts and some
other parts that are meant solely for humor. Of course, I do
have some pretty nifty action sequences planned for later...
Well, a few notes:
The kraken: The world of Guilty Gear has all kinds of things from
fantasy running about... dragons flying the skies, magic weapons, etc.
Why not a titanic sea beast, as well? And if there aren't any krakens
in the Guilty Gear world... well, Faust is a bit nuts anyway.
Undine and Necro: In case you can't tell, I borrowed some of the
characterization of these two from Kaiser Ryouga's fic. If you
haven't read it yet, DO SO. Now. After, of course, leaving a review!
Next chapter: The whole gang meets up! Tempers flare! Sparks fly!
And the guests get a little surprise...
to dual-wield Fuenken and Furaiken. Unfortunately, it is currently
owned by Arc Systems and Sammy, so I'm out of luck. Please do not sue
me, I have no money.
A Little Bit of Innocence
A waste of good bandwidth by: TheArchimage
Part 1: A Slight Change of Plans
-----------------------------
The voice over the intercom blared, "We are now flying over the
Pacific Ocean, home of many wondrous islands, creatures, and peoples.
As a matter of fact, if the passengers on the left side of the plane
would look directly below them, they will see... their shoelaces. HA!
Made you look! Seriously, if you would direct your attention out the
window, you will see none other than a legendary kraken waving at us
as we pass by. Actually... I take that back, that kraken is too busy
tearing apart that ocean liner to pay us much mind. My mistake!"
Millia's eyebrow twitched slightly. She looked over next to her at
Jam and asked, "Do we have to listen to him?" Faust continued his
particular brand of tour guidance, mostly unheeded by the passengers
except for a few grimacing faces.
Jam sighed as she explained, "Johnny's been trying to shut him up, but
he can't find where he's hiding. We'll just have to wait."
"...That was not my question." Millia gestured up with her eyes, and
Jam's eyes followed. Millia's hair had taken the shape of a pair of
scissors, and was poised to cut the intercom cable.
"Oh," Jam said simply. "Well, I'm not stopping you. Just do it quick
before Johnny catches you hurting his ship..." A moment later a snip
was heard, ending Faust's ranting across the deck. A mighty cheer
went up from the crew of the Mayship, followed by a collective sigh of
relief.
"Looks like I'm not the only one thankful for that. Great job!" If
Millia appreciated the thanks, she didn't let it show. She simply
returned to staring straight ahead, waiting for the ride to be over.
Jam looked around the room at the other people present. Sol was off
in the corner, slouched in the corner with his chin touching his chest
and his hair falling over his eyes. He seemed asleep, but one could
never be sure with the bounty hunter. Nearby the assassin known only
as Venom crouched on the floor, too lost in thought to be bothered
much. The case where he kept his pool cue was within arms reach, even
though Johnny had made it specifically clear that there were to be no
fights on his ship. Others from the "Gear Hunt" were on board the
Mayship in one place or another, but Jam couldn't be bothered to keep
track of them. After all, this was supposed to be a vacation for her,
too.
Still... this wasn't quite the party she thought it would be...
-Two days ago, in China-
This particular street corner was rife with activity. Most of it was
caused by the construction crew that had been hard at work for the
past few weeks, holding up traffic while trying desperately to keep up
with their boss' demands as well as the demands of their borderline-
psychotic client. Speaking of whom...
Jam Kuradoberi stamped her foot in rage, kicking up loose dirt and
sawdust. "What do you MEAN you're not done yet?!"
The foreman eyed her as he rolled up the blueprints. "I mean, we're
not done yet. There was a delay in the shipment of materials, and we
can't finish your building until they come in."
"And when will that be?"
The foreman shrugged. "Dunno. A week, maybe."
Not the answer she was looking for. "A WEEK?! I'm having a private
opening ceremony for my restaurant TOMMORROW!"
"You're just going to have to tell your guests to wait."
"I can't tell these guests to 'wait'. They're busy people. Busy,
picky, and very ARMED! How am I supposed to tell them they came all
this way for nothing without getting killed?!"
The foreman shrugged. "Dunno. Think of something. And get some more
money ready, because we're going to have to charge overtime for this."
With that, he turned away, leaving Jam to fume.
Jam clenched her fists tightly, and a huge red aura appeared around
her. If he thought he was going to get away like that, he was sadly
mistaken. She dashed toward him in the blink of an eye, and he barely
had time to turn around and scream before she was upon him. She
screamed as she began a ferocious series of blows to the gut, chest,
and face, "TEN! SHO! TEN! GA! RUI! GA! ROKU! SO!"
She finished with a flying kick that would have made Bruce Lee
jealous. The foreman landed some twenty feet away, badly beaten and
with swirls instead of eyes. Some of his underlings snickered that he
had been beaten by a girl half his size, but kept their tones muffled
to avoid invoking her wrath. Jam landed from her kick gracefully,
feeling worlds better but still a bit miffed. She huffed once more
before turning back toward her restaurant. Right now, it had a good,
solid foundation, a vague framework, and not much else. There was no
way it would be ready before everyone got here. Her head sank. "So
much for a grand opening..."
She felt a tap on her shoulder just then, and whirled around. She
smiled a little at the person who had quickly become a good friend.
"Johnny!"
Johnny was his usual stylish self, dressed in his distinctive black
cloak and matching hat. His katana was absent, although she knew he
could seemingly draw it from thin air if the need arose. Also as
usual, the plucky May was at his side, grinning widely as she waved.
The ten-year old had quite the crush on Johnny, and was usually never
far from him if she could possibly avoid it.
With them this time was the person responsible for her starting
capital, if you could call her a person: Dizzy, the sentient Gear with
a 500,000 World Dollar bounty on her head that Jam had readily accepted.
She wore a large coat that she had tucked her wings and tail into, and
glanced from side to side nervously. Guess she still hadn't become quite
at ease around people. She couldn't really blame her for that, though.
If the stories she heard were true, her experiences with humanity had been...
less than pleasant.
Johnny smiled as he looked past Jam at the restaurant. "I was just
dropping by to see that the bounty was being put to good use... as you
may know, I don't show up anywhere that doesn't live up to my
standards."
Jam shook her head. "It wouldn't be so bad, but the darn construction
crew's incompetent. There's no way the restaurant's going to be
finished in time for the opening party."
Johnny scratched his chin thoughtfully. "That's funny... if I
remember correctly, your invitation just mentioned a party, nothing
about an opening..."
Jam sighed, "That was supposed to be a surprise. It doesn't matter
now, the party's off; we can't have a party if there's no place to
hold it..."
Johnny tipped his hat up as he explained, "Well, I know a little out-
of-the-way place in the Pacific... an island paradise, I guess you
could call it. Ordinarily, I'd keep something like that to myself,
maybe to store loot for later or as a safe haven... but how could I do
that when a cute thing like you needs help?"
Jam shook her head. "An island in the middle of nowhere isn't going
to do me any good. How am I supposed to get everyone there?"
Johnny smirked knowingly. "You know, I DO have a ship I can lend you.
It's been a while since there've been any men on board besides me...
but I'm not going to let a little thing like construction ruin a good
party."
The young cook's jaw dropped. "Johnny... are you serious?"
Johnny gave her a million dollar smirk. "Of course, my dear!
Anything for-"
"AHEM!" May reminded Johnny of her presence by elbowing him in the
thigh. "I'm standing right here you know..."
Johnny scrambled to recover, "I'm just being nice to a friend, May!
Nothing to get upset about!" He never meant to lead the kid on, but
her jealousy fits were dangerous in the extreme. Especially to him.
"Um, as I was saying, it's for the good of the party! I know how
difficult some of these people can be, but I'll help you get through
it all."
"Phew! You're really saving my life here... thanks a bunch!"
Johnny rubbed the back of his head. "Don't mention it! Well, I'll be
by tomorrow to help you make sure everything goes smoothly. And don't
worry, I'll make sure everything goes smoothly." He then leaned close
to her ear. He then whispered, "Just one favor though... could
you..."
May hovered just behind Johnny, eyes glowing red. "Yes, Johnny? What
were you going to ask?"
Johnny's teeth clenched in a false smile, suddenly wishing he'd left
that little basinet in the desert where he found it. "I was just
going to ask if she'd cook some good steak for us sometime. It's been ages
since I've had some, you know..."
"Oh... okay!" May smiled happily as she skipped away.
Johnny scratched his nose as Jam asked, "Johnny... when you said it's
been ages since you had any... you weren't talking about beef, were
you?"
Johnny pursed his lips together. "The kid always gets in the way at
the worst possible times..."
Jam patted Johnny on the back. "There there, pal. It's just a phase.
She'll grow out of it, I'm sure. Well, I've got a whole lot of calls
to make. Otherwise I'll wind up with a huge pile of food in front of
this place that I can't use. See you tomorrow Johnny!"
Johnny waved as Jam left, then looked back towards the ship. May was
explaining the situation to Dizzy, who hung on her every word. Johnny
shook his head as he snickered. "'Just a phase', huh? That's what I
thought three years ago..."
* * * * *
Dizzy had a problem. It wasn't that she was afraid of what was going
to happen to her. Her past few weeks on the Mayship had somewhat
eased her feelings of constant dread, and she was slowly becoming more
accustomed to dealing with people. It wasn't that she was scared of
the party; the way Johnny described it, it sounded sort of fun. The
stuff May said about it, though, was a little confusing; why would
anyone decide to sneak away from something so much fun for something
called a "quickie"? And what on earth was a "jell-o shot"? But that
wasn't really the problem, either.
Her problem lay primarily with her guardians, Necro and Undine.
Normally, they took the form of the black and white wings,
respectively, on her back, but could assume a more human-like form if
they felt the need to defend Dizzy. Without their cooperation, she
could very easily see the party turning into a disaster; most of the
guests had been their opponents recently, and suddenly seeing them all
in the same place would make the two go absolutely ballistic unless
she warned them first.
Dizzy had started as she tried to several times before; by locking
herself alone in her room aboard the Mayship, calmly explaining the
situation, and asking for their cooperation. And this conversation
was quickly heading in the same direction her earlier attempts had
gone.
Specifically, nowhere.
[This is absolutely ridiculous,] Necro grumbled. [Tell me, why must
we play nice with these humans, when just a short while ago they were
trying to tear us to shreds?]
~Because,~ Undine reasoned. ~Dizzy wants to see the world outside the
grove, and the people that live there. And if we are to avoid being
hunted, we have to be more reserved, and NOT just flatten everything
that looks at her funny.~
[Bah! You don't understand anything. Whether we play nice or not,
people are going to come after her eventually. Besides, that does not
rationalize dealing with such obviously dangerous people!]
"Um..."
~They came after her because they feared what she might do. Now that
they know she means no harm, they have no reason to fight her. Not
unless a certain hothead GIVES them a reason...~ She looked at her
fellow guardian disdainfully, as one might glare at a dog that growls
too much.
[Don't go getting all high and mighty on me, princess. You've started
at least as many fights as I have.]
~I started ONE. And that was because that shadow guy was giving me
the creeps.~
"Could you..."
Necro crossed his arms disapprovingly. [You're forgetting about all
the times you took a swing at Johnny.]
~He won't stop staring at my chest! Besides, you should be the LAST
person to talk about unprovoked attacks! After all, back when we
lived in the village, I wasn't the one that almost destroyed a whole
block trying to kill a poor, defenseless...~
[THAT DAMN CAT BIT ME! He was not defenseless!]
"Please, stop!" Dizzy yelled out. Necro and Undine both looked toward
her, then toward each other. Dizzy took a deep breath as she tried
explaining, "Listen... this is important to me. I just want to get
along with everyone... so, please, try to be lenient."
After a long pause, Necro finally sighed loudly. [Fine, fine. You
win... but if any of them even BREATHE on you wrong, I'll beat them
all within an inch of their miserable, worthless lives.] He then
morphed back into wing form to mope silently.
Undine patted Dizzy on the shoulder. ~There there, that's just how he
shows he cares. I'm sure nothing bad is going to happen... regardless
of how tactless CERTAIN people can be.~
[I heard that, woman!], Necro bellowed quickly without reverting to
human form. Undine stuck her tongue out at the black wing and
silently pledged to ignore him for the rest of the day.
~Anyway, I'll be sure to be on my best behavior... but I won't
hesitate to come out if things don't go smoothly. I don't want you
getting hurt.~
Dizzy nodded, smiling with relief. "Thank you Undine. And you too,
Necro, thank you."
~You're welcome!~
[Yeah, yeah.]
With that, Undine, too, reverted back into a white wing. Necro and
Undine could be dangerously protective, but they were willing to bend
a little for Dizzy's sake. With that done, she had only to enjoy
herself.
Tomorrow... it would all begin tomorrow...
---------------------------------------------
Notes: I don't expect a huge, grand plot to come out of this... I just
want to have some fun with all the characters interacting with each
other. Nothing wrong with that, right?
I plan to include both some character development parts and some
other parts that are meant solely for humor. Of course, I do
have some pretty nifty action sequences planned for later...
Well, a few notes:
The kraken: The world of Guilty Gear has all kinds of things from
fantasy running about... dragons flying the skies, magic weapons, etc.
Why not a titanic sea beast, as well? And if there aren't any krakens
in the Guilty Gear world... well, Faust is a bit nuts anyway.
Undine and Necro: In case you can't tell, I borrowed some of the
characterization of these two from Kaiser Ryouga's fic. If you
haven't read it yet, DO SO. Now. After, of course, leaving a review!
Next chapter: The whole gang meets up! Tempers flare! Sparks fly!
And the guests get a little surprise...