Disclaimer: The following is a fan-based work of fiction & I do not own BlazBlue (Mori's got that sweet ownership).
RAKOLA
Written by Mugen7
Chapter 1: Jaded; Lazy on Monday
It's a sunny day in the Eighth Hierarchical City. The risen sun burned with a white hot shine as its illuminance empowered the cerulean blue sky with a calming radiance over the city, and maple red and forest green leaves evoked a buoyancy of prosperity and freshness in the city that regained its lost wealth.
While a sunny day it was also a slow day; a Monday; as people commuted in sedated fashion. Leisurely moving through the urbanized streets of the towering and grandiose pyramid-like settlement fervently influenced by traditional and modern East Asian architecture with a European flair, all with an amicable air.
It was an even slower day for one individual in particular.
Found in the residential district of the city was a single traditional modernized Japanese home. Soundly tucked away beneath a duvet the muffled sound of hoarse groaning echoed aloud with a quiet whisper; cracked into short lengths before stringing out into a long croaky tune.
Sprawled out from under the insulator two pairs of slim limbs straightened out as the body shuffled in a slothful manner. Fingers spread apart and toes curled in tightly, and a pair of white tipped pink tails with ruffled fur extended out in full length. Back arching slowly, shoulder blades moved in towards the other whilst the spine popped multiple times from having been set out of alignment overnight due to crooked sleep.
Their sensory function caught up soon enough from lag. The arch of their feet flexed from the sensation of a bitter chill that contacted overly sensitized flesh, causing them to quickly retreat back underneath the crumpled entanglement of the bedspread. A shiver and squirm later the person turned onto their side and curled their body in on itself, taking the fetal position. Thighs rubbed together to generate heat between their legs and forearms and the knuckle bump of their big toes worked together to scrounge up any warmth they could muster.
"Fuaaa!"
A heavy mind leaden with grogginess. Eyelids with pink lashes fluttered halfway open, and golden amber eyes stared into the pitch dark overcast with bleared vision. Only a thin ray of natural light peaked through the small opening at the head of the king-sized futon.
- Sniff.
Sadly for this person; this woman; it was a work day. But she didn't feel like doing anything except lay in bed; the excessive desire to lounge away too strong for her to rebel against. Strong enough so that she chalked it up to an experience of clinomania.
Though strictly speaking, the woman was knackered.
She'd forgotten what it was like to have a normal sleeping pattern. That lack of sense was marginally greater when you were a top officiated scientist whose work kept them out of the sack more and more often over the years, especially when compared to the bite-size employees who worked in the same field.
"Hmph!"
A vast portion of the last day, continued onward from the day before that, was spent knuckling down on unfinished work. It was on a Sunday. You know, Sweet Sunday. A day of rest and gladness and whatnot. As the lord intended for it to be. Well, that Sunday wasn't so sweet. Rather it was sour, annoying, a right genuine piss-take in all measure for the woman.
She sighed, recounting the long hours revising notes and additional findings in her analysis as well as catching up on some further reading of different theoretic cases in order to type up a damn scientific paper on some Magical Theory mumbo jumbo that estimated at somewhere over ten thousand words.
"Urrrrrrrrrrgh." Such a drag. Literally.
Why the pursuit of a profession as a scientist again, the two-tailed woman either did not know or just didn't care to try and remember. She was way too tired to recall shit that far down on memory lane.
Don't misunderstand now, she enjoyed her work and took the utmost pride in it. The success of production depended on the amount of attention paid to the detail, and when it came to her work, excellence could be found in every detail.
"Mm-hmm."
Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time at least.
"Psh!"
But who's even cares, right? That last point-one percent can be a right bitch most of the time. Nevertheless, her work was outstanding.
"Mm."
After the mind-numbing finish-up of a thesis filled with scientific and arcane jargon that'll mind fuck a lesser mind or incompetent schmuck, the two-tailed scientist gravitated over towards her entertainment system for some well anticipated (and much deserved) online gaming. Waiting through all of the previous week to break in a new fighting game that came bursting with technical wizardry and cinematic greatness. After testing the open beta she was sold on the game's explosive fighting system. Solo-based combat may have been her general shtick, but the trio-based style of gameplay had its charm, and this game knocked it out the park so hard.
Thing about her; she loved characters that put an emphasis on grappling the opponent. What they lacked in mobility they more than made up for in high health, defence and resistance, and very generous punishes that dealt some serious damage. So it was a match made in heaven when one of the characters she prioritized in using had the above and suffered none of the drawback of poor mobility. A tank who was all about giving some free hugs, and she simply loved power-bombing the ever-living shit out of other players and raising hell with her prime choice altogether. And that high health regeneration factor was a bonus when it counted.
"Fu fu fu."
Her next choice was a character with a unique gimmick that let them steal the opposing character's abilities which beefed up their own specials, and all-round, synergized well each other. The character had a collection of ranged assaults that made them versatile. They had speed, they had reach, their combo potential was great for pressure, and they had an incredibly fast special that ended with an explosive finish (like every other playable character, of course). And the icing on the cake? This character loved confectioneries like yours truly.
"Mm~."
The third pick varied in all honesty, since she would rotate between three characters specifically. One was a destruction enthusiast that was good at keeping the opposition in the air which made for good mix ups, and could conjure six spheres that could readily be deployed aggressively in a multitude of ways; the other was a multi utility pick that had long reach that out-ranged most of the roster's normal commands, had an unblock-able special, and was overall a well balanced character with some of the best combo potential; and the final slot was a trickster who was just fun to play with – great for pressure, a lot of specials that made them unpredictable and good at performing fakes, not to mention blasting the other players with rapid firing projectiles was glo-ri-ous!
"Fu fu fu fu fu."
So to surmise (and be somewhat specific) her two main picks were a robotic giant and a bubblegum scientist, and her third slot varied between a godly cat with a snooze fetish, a seven foot tall bug man, and a dynamite kid with a flair for dramatics. All in all...
"Purrrrrrrr-fect."
It came to be a late night and early morn of online matches that bolstered the woman's win streak. She was undefeated with her line-up; her gameplay like her theories. On point.
"Ha!"
Unfortunately her larking took its eventual sour turn. Did the undefeated become defeated? Oh no-no-no no. Let it be clear that she was undisputed. Okay, sure, she'll concede that she did in fact have a few close calls early on.
"Pft."
However clutch time made for an intoxicating wave of relief when pulling off a win. There were indeed top tier players, but the sourness did not come from them. Oh no...
In lieu of fighting to the bitter end (even if the poor souls didn't have a ghost of a chance at winning) these damn fuckers, decided to be encumbered in the good old, yet still alive and kicking case of Rage Quitting.
"Grrrrrrr."
Bunch of salty bastard and bitchy button mashers who can't handle going toe-to-toe with someone who knows how to play the game. Jeez, it was one helluva nuisance, one after the other she'll tell ya.
- Incoherent cursing.
They thought they were suffering? They thought they were annoyed and erect with rage? Ha! Wrong! The only thing those losers had going for them was how strong their pull-out game was.
Did they even have a clue on how many hours she spent breaking down this game? How many hours she spent to git gud with her chosen team? How many players she had to crush and annihilate to make it to the top!? No! Of course not! They don't even know her struggle and determination to be the very best, like no one ever was.
"Inconsiderate jerks."
Alas... Sooner rather than even later, she had dropped out of the lobby and, well, crashed. Hard in fact. Spending the entirety of the past week pulling all-nighters and having to listen to a load of bullshit from the committee about this and that, working on the paper and topping it all off with hours of competitive gaming, the two-tailed woman zeroed out like a behemoth who'd been tranquillized with a knockout dart to the rear. Not to mention her overconsumption of silver vine to constantly boost her cognitive performance had a detrimental effect on her in the end. She would not be touching those lollipops anytime soon; guaranteed.
"Urrrgh."
Since there was no chance of getting out of bed, she counted this as an extended weekend. Heck, the woman might take the Tuesday off also. Make it a Terrific Tuesday, or a Taco Tuesday even. So long as it wasn't a terrible one; the last was bad enough. Besides, they'd still be making money should she choose to stay in all throughout the week. Those overweening ingrates at the agency can stand to not have her around for a day or two (even more in fact). She was overdue for a vacation anyway.
"Mm."
Right now however, she just wanted nothing more than to sleep some more; extremely tired after the week she had. But falling asleep proved difficult when she couldn't stop thinking.
"Hmmm."
Eyelids heavy, thoughts heavier.
It's really hard to drift off when your brain won't shut up.
"Hmmmmm!"
Seriously. This Slow Monday was becoming a moody one, and if she didn't get more sleep her already mercurial temperament would end up becoming worse.
Mugen7: I'm unsure of how far this collection will go for if I'm perfectly honest. I set myself with a target of three chapters (three; such a nice and small odd number) anything more than that is unclear. I mean, I could easily say "I've got a ton of ideas that I'm WAITING to craft into chapters" ... But then I'd be lying if I actually did say that (Only got like... one, or two).
Anyways, Imma leave it at that for the time being. L8r.
P.S. BlazBlue Alternative: Dark War anyone? Thoughts on what little we have so far?