Rated: PG-13
Language: English
Categories: Humour/Adventure
Title: RoChronicles
Summary: Everything fell apart when a dark cloud descended over Rune-Midgard. Will Shujiri, Zira & co be able to stop the evil Satan Morroc and pick up the pieces or are they doomed to fail? More importantly, can they remember who they were along the way? m/m, m/f
Author's Note: The third and final part of the Commotion in Comodo chapter, where we see how things worked out for everyone. I'm lazy today, so the theme for this is the patcher song for ScytheRO (which if I'm not mistaken the list just calls it ScythePatcher lol. xD) It might seem like Jackel reminds you a bit of Shujiri for his love of picking a fight, but unlike Shujiri, he has no problem hurting things; he kind of enjoys the sport of it, although he wouldn't harm another human being for anything when it came down to it. Think of him as a stereotypical western gun slingin' badass. That's pretty much him in a nut shell. A FURTHER NOTE: If you go to the chapter directly following this one, you see a tiny omake done just for the sake of boredom and my personal amusement at the suffering of Sahari/my online daughter, Riley. I just felt like being mean.
RoChronicles
Chapter Nine: Commotion in Comodo (Part 3)
"Double Strafing!"
"Soul Breaker!"
"Magnus Exorcismus!"
"Merry Chris'mas, varmints; eat lead! YEEE-HOO!"
Dmitri, Lana, and Sahari turned to stare at Jackel in silence, not quite believing their ears that the man was enjoying himself so thoroughly in such a risky situation.
Lana gave a sigh and returned to her task of casting Angelus on herself and the others. She had traveled with him for a few days, yes, but even she couldn't get over how eagerly he jumped at every opportunity that arose to whip out his guns. And for the love of Freya, did he ever have a very extensive collection of every kind one could imagine. Revolvers, gatling guns, shotguns, pistols...If he'd had a stock pile of each of them, he could have run his own little specialty shop!
"He doesn't have a soul, does he?" Dmitri whispered to her as he cast Preserve again, and then sent a fresh wave of arrows into the chest of a Medusa that went down almost immediately.
Sahari gave him a gentle smack to the back of the head, following this action with a lecturing tone to the word 'shame,' while Lana snorted softly. "I'd like to hope so."
Sahari lunged toward one of the monsters nearest to her. When she was almost close enough to it to strike out at it with her katars, a sharp thud to the stomach forced all the air from her lungs and sent her flying away from it. The creature's arm, somehow suddenly as firm as the stone on which it sat, extended at its next target as the Assassin Cross impacted with Lana. The two ladies sailed through the air a ways until they landed at the shore, just inches from the waves that lapped up onto the sandy beach under the beautiful night time sky.
With the women separated from the Stalker and Gunslinger, and temporarily helpless until they could regain their wits about them, a few of the Medusas broke away from the group and moved toward the momentarily motionless girls, intent on finishing them off.
Dmitri's eyes widened, finally finding the ability to move returning to him after the unexpected turn of events. Rushing toward them, he thrust his arms down toward the ground, his bow laying forgotten where he had stood. "Storm Gust!"
As the words fell from his mouth, the Medusas provided him with another surprise. Easily, they maneuvered out of the way of the blizzard's wrath and continued on their path to the girls.
A startled, strangled cry from behind him made the Stalker turn his light eyes back in the direction he'd left Jackel.
The man dangled in the air, held by the throat from behind by a Medusa that had snuck up on him, his guns on the ground beneath him uselessly.
With his bow too far out of reach for the current emergency, himself half way between the girls and the Gunslinger respectively, Dmitri made a quick decision to cast Storm Gust over him again, hoping it would destroy the thing grasping his neck and leave the blonde himself untouched.
Thankfully, the action paid off; Jackel was freed from the monster's clutches, falling to the beach with a soft thump, gasping for air. His right hand flew to his throat as he nodded a shaky thank you at his party member. A moment later that same hand was motioning back to Lana and Sahari as he stood back to his feet, grabbing his guns as he went.
Dmitri didn't need to be reminded, much less told twice; he left the Gunslinger to his own devices again and dashed closer to the fallen females, again casting Storm Gust (which was rapidly becoming his favourite stolen skill at this rate,) then casting it again directly over his daughter figure and Lana to be on the safe side.
The Medusas shrank away from the storms but were too slow, caught in the climatic embodiment of the rage of their caster.
When they fell to the ground and vanished, obliterated by the angry snow storms and their howling winds, Dmitri dashed toward the girls. A relieved smile dawned over his lips as he noticed them beginning to stir, and he knelt down beside them.
"What hit me?" groaned Sahari, moving to rest her forehead gently against the fluffy neck piece on Dmitri's outfit. She still felt a bit dazed, but at least she was alive; it could have been much worse, she reasoned with herself, nuzzling her face into the softness. She was just barely aware of the movement of Lana beside her and Dmitri's reassuring hug as he checked to see that they were both more or less unharmed by their experience.
"An airship?" ventured Lana in a soft tone, feeling as if the world were a merry-go-round in the process of slowing down to stop after an unusually long, violent ride.
After a few more seconds passed, she realized their distance from the shore had been drastically shortened. What exactly had happened? But more worryingly, where was Jackel? The only ones she could directly account for were herself, Sahari, and Dmitri.
The light green-haired male stood to his feet as though reading her questioning thoughts and turned toward Jackel, who was again surrounded by a large number of Medusas. Though they were all that remained now, the sheer number didn't seem to amount to favourable odds for the currently solo gunman.
Even as the three began to run in his direction to help out, it seemed he was not without a surprise or two of his own.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he checked to see that both of his revolvers were full of bullets and a smirk graced his lips. Then, before a word could be uttered by his compatriots, his arms flew out to the sides and he let out a long, loud, gleeful laugh that earned him a funny look from the humans and a bewildered one from a few monsters. And, as his fingers rapidly pulled the twin triggers to unleash a hail of bullets at every last monster surrounding him in a show of his favourite skill, his voice rang out so that it carried across the span of the beach.
"Desperado! Why don't you come to yer senses? You been out ridin' fences fer so long now. Ooh yer a hard one, but I know you got yer reasons; these things that're pleasin' you c'n hurt you somehow~!"
When the sound of his verse mingling with the firing of his guns died off into silence, not a single monster remained standing. Each one had fallen to the ground under the onslaught and vanished, dead before they even landed.
"That was terrible!" Lana chided the man as she and the others approached him, eyes still wide at the show he'd put on. "You killed them all without even blinking an eye and it-"
"Was the most awesome thing I've ever seen!" Sahari squealed, running to him and hugging him tightly before moving back again, bouncing in place excitedly. She turned her face quickly to stare up at Dmitri, eyes wide. "Can we keep him? I mean, gawd, did you see that? Bang, bang, down they went! And you looked so-"
"-So friggin' awesome!" Dmitri interrupted, joining the dark-haired girl's awe-struck praise.
Lana sighed, shaking her head; inwardly, she had to admit, she was just as guilty of feeling a twinge of amazement and impression at the sight they'd witnessed as the other two were. That didn't mean she had to let it be known, though; she prided herself on being the good conscience of those around her and wasn't about to stop now.
"Well," Jackel spoke up at last, putting a stop to the babbling of the Assassin Cross and Stalker, although he still wore a smug smile on his lips like a child fishing for comments on their crayon drawing, "That's the end'a them things."
Lana thought in silence for a moment, then turned to face Jackel, her gaze inquiring. "What do we do now, then?"
"You two could always stay here for a while." offered Dmitri helpfully, smiling.
"Nah; this whole mess reminds me'a somethin' I gotta do in Amatsu. Dunno why er what, but 's gotta be important. Somethin' 'bout a group'a trees. So, I'd might 's well head that a-way 'n check into it." Jackel said with a small shrug.
"Can we go too?" asked Sahari, staring up at him with a pleading expression. "We don't have any reason to hang around here anyway, so no one would notice it if we left."
"She's right; we could probably go." Dmitri admitted in agreement, looking to Jackel as well. "If you don't mind, that is."
"Of course not!" grinned the High Priestess. "We could always use company; it's more fun traveling in groups."
"And safer." Dmitri added.
Sahari smacked him on the back of the head, staring at him. "Coward."
"I am not; it's just safer to travel in larger numbers these days. You don't get attacked as often if you do, and even if you do get attacked, it's easier to fend whatever it is off."
"So let's git a move on!" Jackel coaxed, his guns already in their holsters as he turned his back to the town to head out.
Without a word of questioning, Lana, Sahari, and Dmitri trailed along after him. Soon enough, a lively discussion was going between the four traveling companions.
To Be Continued...