A/N: Well... this is it. This'll be my final chapter on FFN until I can get some personal things settled out. I can only hope that Drake or Sephiroth can fill in for me while I'm gone.... and not kill each other.
I hate long goodbyes... so I'll wait till the end of this chapter!
Disclaimer: So long, farewell, aud viederswhvin, good-bye!
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Dracomon stopped, his feet inches away from stepping into a desert. The abrupt, unnatural change from brown, mountainside grass to a gray and lifeless wasteland was strange enough, without the cave just across the wasteland.
"Though we left it at about five-hundred miles per second, I'm guessing this is where Kimon's temporary base is?" Drake asked, standing closely behind his partner, his hair darkening to a near maroon with the fading light.
"Yeah." The small dragon answered solemnly, turning to face the duelist. His eyes were full of determination. "And I bet he knows we're here."
"True." Drake sighed, sitting down, so he was on eye level with his partner. "This is actually kinda familier, but it's also different. The last time me and my friends stormed a tyrant's stronghold, there were more guards than at my home, which is a LARGE number of defenders, I might add."
"He wants us to make the first move, obviously." The gi-toting one noted. "He's not as cocky as that Mantis guy you keep mentioning."
"Mant." Drake corrected, looking up as a cloud covered the setting sun.
There was an almost tangible silence for a few seconds.
"Look, Drake, I'm sorry about all the crap I've put you guys through." Dracomon said suddenly, also taking a seat. "Once this is over, I'll make sure you guys get back where you belong safely, and-"
"There's no need to apologize!" Drake inturrupted, chuckling slightly." Yeesh, you're starting to sound like me! But..." he hesitated, becoming serious again," what about your NON-world-saving responsibilities?"
Dracomon looked down, thoughts of a cat-like In-training filling his head." Actually, I don't see much difference in the seriousness of EITHER task, but I am willing... VERY willing, to start acting like a father."
Drake would've grinned, if he had the spirit. He joined his friend in examining the ground. "Trust me, I can almost feel what it's like."
{Dracomon, what you said earlier, about thirty days being a Digital year...} The Dragon Duelist's now-green eyes widened.
"Dracomon, exactly how old are you?"
"Around 191, in Digital years." The Rookie answered." Why?"
{191... divided by twelve...} Drake inwardly cursed as he finished the mental math.
"That's around 16, in human years. Next year, next month... we'll be the same age." Drake said, suddenly changing his solid look at a glare, and aiming it towards the cave." There are enough kids in my world, younger even than that, who've made mistakes that led to lifetime consequences. I can't believe Kimon would force-"
"Cut the pity act, I'm fine." Dracomon grumbled. "But on that note, what's the plan? We need to make sure that Flamedramon and I can avoid Invincible, or we'll be controlled!"
"I don't know; I was actually planning to sleep on it." Drake admitted, to the groans of the dragon." But I'm sure we'll find a way. We have to..."
A little ways back, at the actual camp, another battle-oriented topic accompanied dinner.
"No offense, at least to Lara, but I think that those without Crests should stay behind, as a sort of second wave." Kaiba suggested, causing another fire to start, though this one originated from Joey, instead of some twigs on the ground.
"Oh, yeah? And what ABOUT your Crest, huh? Just cuz you have an Ultimate doesn't change the fact that anything with a wooden stake could beat Myotismon!" The blonde duelist shot.
"I'd say that was below the belt, but since said belt's on my head..." Demidevimon trailed off.
Gatomon yawned, stretching widely." Can't this wait until morning? We need to get our rest, anyway."
Lara shifted uncomfortably, causing the cat Digimon to glance worriedly at her." Something wrong?"
"Well, it's just that I'm kind of tired... of all these fights, I mean." the lilac-haired girl replied softly." I mean, I know that it's necessary, but I just wish for ONCE that we didn't have to save the world."
"You should be used to it by now." Seto remarked blandly." That is, if that whole time-traveling story's true. That would make this you and Red's third heroic stand, wouldn't it?"
"What's 'amatter, Kaiba? Jealous that you're a first-timer at something Drake's a pro at?" Joey asked coyly.
The Signatured Scowl n' Smirk (tm) accompanied Kaiba as he answered." Even dogs have their days. Besides, odds were five-to-one either Hothead or Buckle Boy would end this thing when this stupid adventure started. It's nothing of my concern: I'm just a heavy-hitting backup member."
"In other words: a brawny cheerleader."
For the first time, a loud CRUNCH was made by someone other than a ring-sporting cat or her partner. How Kaiba still retained his Duel Disk was a mystery, but not one that'll be revealed in this or any future story. [AN :3]
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The next morning...
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A pulsing motion... one of great intensity, and yet so soft and so selective that very few could sense it, and yet strong enough to be sensed through the thick barrior surrounding and seperating different dimensions.
In the real world, five-hundred years earlier, the eyes of a man-shaped monster tensed briefly, the feeling suddenly passing over him. The crimson orbs glanced around, but in his palace, surrounded by a violet hue, there was nothing out of place.
A bright blue-haired youth, silent and mysterious, released a nearly unnoticable frown, then continued channeling energy into a dark black gem, steering the viking-esque ship further cross the sea.
A man much like the first, though more and also somehow less human, clenched his hands in a slight, unexplainable anxiety. He too shrugged the sensation off, and finished inputting information of a being similar to himself, though infinantly stronger, into his databanks.
A green-skinned man in a cave of blackish, purple gems smiled in a frightening way as the chill in his spine was felt.
Millenia after the first pulse, this new one caused an invisible, horrible eye to burst open. The arcane light from it illuminated the underground world it dwelt in, and slowly started to grow.
And a final ominousity didn't even feel the change. Even if it had, nothing would be able to stop it. Nothing...
The pulse continued, ignored and unacknowledged by countless possible dimensions, until, close to vanishing entirely, it reached it's final destination.
A warm, wisdom-filled eye, glowing gold amongst endless white, opened to the pulse's flow. The being that owned the eye would have smiled, if it had been able to.
So... it seems I was... wrong.
And so the creature continued it's sleep, untold dreams filling eons.
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"Just so you know, Joey, if you try a battle cry this time, I'll kill you." Drake warned as the group of eight stepped lightly across the rift between brown and grey, leaving their advantageous campsite behind.
"Don't remind me..." Joey groaned, the remembrance of that embarassing bit of randomness making him glad that Kaiba had been absent at the time.
The group was silent, for the most part, as the wasteland slowly shrank, and the cave in the distance grew larger to their sight. Not a single encounter with any sort of defense.
Whic either meant is was a trap, or.....
"What the?" Dracomon gasped, disbelievingly. A Digitamamon was snoozing, visible Zs coming out of the hole in his shell.
... the guards were lazy as hell.
"Constellation Claw." Dracomon boredly used, deleting the useless guard. "Well, to stop this from becoming too cliche, I vote we just Digivolve and blow the place to smithereens."
"Agreed!" Everyone else nodded.
"Life Activate! Dragonic Attack!" "Dracomon warp Digivolve to... ODJNMON!"
"Redemption Activate! Vampire Lord!" "Demidevimon digivolve to.... Myotismon."
The two tall Ultimates replaced their smaller variations, who then nodded at each other.
"If any of you have any cards capable of teleportation or defensive abilities, I suggest you use them. NOW."
Split-seconds after such a card was exclaimed, the two Ultimates raised their arms.
"NIGHTMARE-"
"LADON'S-"
"CLAW!"
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Drake's eyes rolled toward Joey as they materialized just outside of the blast's range. "One word of DBZ, and we're sending you back."
"You're in a good mood today." The gangster-accented one grumbled.
The white and black figures walking out of the dust caught their attentions, but more so their angry expressions.
"It appears we WERE decieved, after all." Myotismon said, his stoic face faltering a bit.
"Kimon and his forces evacuated this place.... probably just a while after we escaped." Odjmon growled. "We would've sensed any deleted data if the explosion had caught someone."
"So... the whole pre-major-battle crap we had was worthless? Great. Just great." Kaiba sighed. "What do we do now, 'leader'?"
It was plain to see that Drake was more than slightly surprised that their enemy turned out to be different from the normal variation of supremely ego'ed characters we all know and despise, so, grinning in a sheepish way, he responded," umm, we.... find the others and ask Yugi to lead?"
Those reading this probably wish it was a real cartoon, if only to see a Myotismon facefault.
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The scene was tense, to say the least. The two fighters stood in the center of a hive-shaped building, crowds of Digimon filling the seats, all gazing at them, and their trainers.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAND let the king tell ya'll what's happened, uh-huh-huh!" Etemon yelled into his mike. "In this little corner here, we got Hyve and Kunemon, and on the opposite end, we got Yugi and Renamon! These two teams have made it up to the Finals of the Beetleland Championship!"
The golden-furred fox, narrowed her eyes at the electric worm as the cheering/buzzing subsided. Likewise, insectoid eyes viewed her a hundred times over.
"In order to keep the damages to a minimal, THIS time-" the monkey paused, glaring through his shades at a twitching Kurisarimon," them there trainers have to keep their cards and selves outta this scuffle! Uh huh huh!"
{Remember, Renamon-} Yami's voice suddenly whispered in her mind, {this battle is for the crests! If we lose, we may never find our friends!}
{We won't lose.} Her dulcet mental tones echoed back. { I'll make sure of that.}
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A/N: Yep. That's it.
Before the going away/election party, I have a few final things to sort out here on FFN.
First of all, I'm sorry my chapters are short, and often end at inopurtune times. Second, I would like to state how great it's been to actually get this far, and have so many supporters.
Basically, IRL, I have nothing to brag about. My writing and critic skills are probably the only things I have that most others I know don't, and, looking back, I feel ashamed at the way I've viewed some stories when my early work is so similar.
This fic might not be updated for awhile, since the holidays are up, 9 week tests approaching, and lack of inspiration. *chuckles* I've planned THIS part of the Dragon Duelist Saga since before I planned Fellowship, and now I'm stuck in it, with a Writer's Block the size of Imperialdramon and several planned plot devices unexplainable in the BC fic.
Expect the Rose fic to be updated, and the Pokemon one as well. Also, I have quite a few other things planned, several fic ideas 'to dig my own grave', as Gema pointed out. *smiles* But they'll be useful, in the fact that with each battle scene, I'll gain more experience and be able to fully convey the power of this fic's finale.
So, "Alpha's" signing off. Let me tally the votes for the replacement, and switch back to my Author Self.
Alpha: Got it. Drake has 4 votes, and Sephiroth has 4 votes.
All: ............................................................................
Both: *sigh in relief*
Alpha: *sighs in frustration* How did I know it would come to this?
Sephiroth: *eyes widen* Didn't you say that a TONBERRY would take over your fics if we tied?
Alpha: Well, yeah, but.....
Drake: *shrugs* I saw it, and it didn't look to dangerous. *all FF fans sigh in remembrance of their first encounters*
Alpha: .............. Drake, you need to play more video games. Alright, I suppose I have to rely on my back-up plan....
Sephiroth: You grab a random person and inject a copy of your mind into them?
Alpha: No....... that was a joke, Sephiroth.
Sephiroth: I failed to notice. Whatever you're going to do, it's most likely going to be completely cliche, stupid, and expectab-
Alpha: I'll use these. *lifts Fusion Earrings, stolen from some Supreme Kai*
Drake & Sephiroth: *glance at each other, then at the madly grinning Alpha* NO.
Alpha: Come on, guys! I's only your Author's Note selves! Your game selves will still be seperate, and miles away from each other! Plus, I already have the perfect name-
Sephiroth: I'd rather have a Tonberry typing me into despair than to fuse with this Gary Stu!
*a long, deep silence*
Drake: *enraged* I'LL KILL YOU!
Earrings: *Suddenly appear on them*
Drake: ?
Sephiroth: ?!
Bright, flashy, fusion light: *happens*
-ENTERING FIC MODE-
Where the two had once stood, a strange hybrid of their images was seen through the cloud of dust. The piercing green eyes of them both was unchanged, but short, white, spiked hair replaced the norm, the tip of each strand a bright red.
The fusion wore a long duster-like jacket that went from black to red, shade by shade, as it loomed up to his face. His black jeans under the cloak worked to conceal the shape of the black sheath, containing a blade slightly more than half his height.
-EXITING FIC MODE-
Alpha: ......... Success.
Fusion: So it would seem. Now, as cliche as this sounds, who am I?
Alpha: Let's see..... I had several ideas-Drakiroth, Sephirake,- but I think that the One-Winged Dragon would be good.
Fusion: ..... The abbreviation for that sounds like 'odd'. No.
Alpha: *scowls* Jenova Dragon?
Fusion: JD..... sounds like a girl's name.
Alpha: *sighs again* Then WHAT?
Fusion: Personally, I think that the fusion of my blades need recognition. The Masamune, and The Dragon Blade (which you haven't yet introduced)
Alpha: *groans* Ryumasa?
Fusion: *grins* I like it. Ryumasa, the Ryuhaitou. (Ryumasa, the Dragon Carrying a Sword.)
Alpha: Good. *turns to the readers* Well, there you have it. I'm off to UU's secret base. *Instant Transmissions*
Ryumasa: *also faces... you* So... should I tell him Sephiroth informed the Penguins where UU's base is?
"Traveler, take this to heart: It is always darkest before the dawn." -Harald Hoerwick, from .hack//OUTBREAK (part 3).
I hate long goodbyes... so I'll wait till the end of this chapter!
Disclaimer: So long, farewell, aud viederswhvin, good-bye!
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Dracomon stopped, his feet inches away from stepping into a desert. The abrupt, unnatural change from brown, mountainside grass to a gray and lifeless wasteland was strange enough, without the cave just across the wasteland.
"Though we left it at about five-hundred miles per second, I'm guessing this is where Kimon's temporary base is?" Drake asked, standing closely behind his partner, his hair darkening to a near maroon with the fading light.
"Yeah." The small dragon answered solemnly, turning to face the duelist. His eyes were full of determination. "And I bet he knows we're here."
"True." Drake sighed, sitting down, so he was on eye level with his partner. "This is actually kinda familier, but it's also different. The last time me and my friends stormed a tyrant's stronghold, there were more guards than at my home, which is a LARGE number of defenders, I might add."
"He wants us to make the first move, obviously." The gi-toting one noted. "He's not as cocky as that Mantis guy you keep mentioning."
"Mant." Drake corrected, looking up as a cloud covered the setting sun.
There was an almost tangible silence for a few seconds.
"Look, Drake, I'm sorry about all the crap I've put you guys through." Dracomon said suddenly, also taking a seat. "Once this is over, I'll make sure you guys get back where you belong safely, and-"
"There's no need to apologize!" Drake inturrupted, chuckling slightly." Yeesh, you're starting to sound like me! But..." he hesitated, becoming serious again," what about your NON-world-saving responsibilities?"
Dracomon looked down, thoughts of a cat-like In-training filling his head." Actually, I don't see much difference in the seriousness of EITHER task, but I am willing... VERY willing, to start acting like a father."
Drake would've grinned, if he had the spirit. He joined his friend in examining the ground. "Trust me, I can almost feel what it's like."
{Dracomon, what you said earlier, about thirty days being a Digital year...} The Dragon Duelist's now-green eyes widened.
"Dracomon, exactly how old are you?"
"Around 191, in Digital years." The Rookie answered." Why?"
{191... divided by twelve...} Drake inwardly cursed as he finished the mental math.
"That's around 16, in human years. Next year, next month... we'll be the same age." Drake said, suddenly changing his solid look at a glare, and aiming it towards the cave." There are enough kids in my world, younger even than that, who've made mistakes that led to lifetime consequences. I can't believe Kimon would force-"
"Cut the pity act, I'm fine." Dracomon grumbled. "But on that note, what's the plan? We need to make sure that Flamedramon and I can avoid Invincible, or we'll be controlled!"
"I don't know; I was actually planning to sleep on it." Drake admitted, to the groans of the dragon." But I'm sure we'll find a way. We have to..."
A little ways back, at the actual camp, another battle-oriented topic accompanied dinner.
"No offense, at least to Lara, but I think that those without Crests should stay behind, as a sort of second wave." Kaiba suggested, causing another fire to start, though this one originated from Joey, instead of some twigs on the ground.
"Oh, yeah? And what ABOUT your Crest, huh? Just cuz you have an Ultimate doesn't change the fact that anything with a wooden stake could beat Myotismon!" The blonde duelist shot.
"I'd say that was below the belt, but since said belt's on my head..." Demidevimon trailed off.
Gatomon yawned, stretching widely." Can't this wait until morning? We need to get our rest, anyway."
Lara shifted uncomfortably, causing the cat Digimon to glance worriedly at her." Something wrong?"
"Well, it's just that I'm kind of tired... of all these fights, I mean." the lilac-haired girl replied softly." I mean, I know that it's necessary, but I just wish for ONCE that we didn't have to save the world."
"You should be used to it by now." Seto remarked blandly." That is, if that whole time-traveling story's true. That would make this you and Red's third heroic stand, wouldn't it?"
"What's 'amatter, Kaiba? Jealous that you're a first-timer at something Drake's a pro at?" Joey asked coyly.
The Signatured Scowl n' Smirk (tm) accompanied Kaiba as he answered." Even dogs have their days. Besides, odds were five-to-one either Hothead or Buckle Boy would end this thing when this stupid adventure started. It's nothing of my concern: I'm just a heavy-hitting backup member."
"In other words: a brawny cheerleader."
For the first time, a loud CRUNCH was made by someone other than a ring-sporting cat or her partner. How Kaiba still retained his Duel Disk was a mystery, but not one that'll be revealed in this or any future story. [AN :3]
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The next morning...
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A pulsing motion... one of great intensity, and yet so soft and so selective that very few could sense it, and yet strong enough to be sensed through the thick barrior surrounding and seperating different dimensions.
In the real world, five-hundred years earlier, the eyes of a man-shaped monster tensed briefly, the feeling suddenly passing over him. The crimson orbs glanced around, but in his palace, surrounded by a violet hue, there was nothing out of place.
A bright blue-haired youth, silent and mysterious, released a nearly unnoticable frown, then continued channeling energy into a dark black gem, steering the viking-esque ship further cross the sea.
A man much like the first, though more and also somehow less human, clenched his hands in a slight, unexplainable anxiety. He too shrugged the sensation off, and finished inputting information of a being similar to himself, though infinantly stronger, into his databanks.
A green-skinned man in a cave of blackish, purple gems smiled in a frightening way as the chill in his spine was felt.
Millenia after the first pulse, this new one caused an invisible, horrible eye to burst open. The arcane light from it illuminated the underground world it dwelt in, and slowly started to grow.
And a final ominousity didn't even feel the change. Even if it had, nothing would be able to stop it. Nothing...
The pulse continued, ignored and unacknowledged by countless possible dimensions, until, close to vanishing entirely, it reached it's final destination.
A warm, wisdom-filled eye, glowing gold amongst endless white, opened to the pulse's flow. The being that owned the eye would have smiled, if it had been able to.
So... it seems I was... wrong.
And so the creature continued it's sleep, untold dreams filling eons.
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"Just so you know, Joey, if you try a battle cry this time, I'll kill you." Drake warned as the group of eight stepped lightly across the rift between brown and grey, leaving their advantageous campsite behind.
"Don't remind me..." Joey groaned, the remembrance of that embarassing bit of randomness making him glad that Kaiba had been absent at the time.
The group was silent, for the most part, as the wasteland slowly shrank, and the cave in the distance grew larger to their sight. Not a single encounter with any sort of defense.
Whic either meant is was a trap, or.....
"What the?" Dracomon gasped, disbelievingly. A Digitamamon was snoozing, visible Zs coming out of the hole in his shell.
... the guards were lazy as hell.
"Constellation Claw." Dracomon boredly used, deleting the useless guard. "Well, to stop this from becoming too cliche, I vote we just Digivolve and blow the place to smithereens."
"Agreed!" Everyone else nodded.
"Life Activate! Dragonic Attack!" "Dracomon warp Digivolve to... ODJNMON!"
"Redemption Activate! Vampire Lord!" "Demidevimon digivolve to.... Myotismon."
The two tall Ultimates replaced their smaller variations, who then nodded at each other.
"If any of you have any cards capable of teleportation or defensive abilities, I suggest you use them. NOW."
Split-seconds after such a card was exclaimed, the two Ultimates raised their arms.
"NIGHTMARE-"
"LADON'S-"
"CLAW!"
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Drake's eyes rolled toward Joey as they materialized just outside of the blast's range. "One word of DBZ, and we're sending you back."
"You're in a good mood today." The gangster-accented one grumbled.
The white and black figures walking out of the dust caught their attentions, but more so their angry expressions.
"It appears we WERE decieved, after all." Myotismon said, his stoic face faltering a bit.
"Kimon and his forces evacuated this place.... probably just a while after we escaped." Odjmon growled. "We would've sensed any deleted data if the explosion had caught someone."
"So... the whole pre-major-battle crap we had was worthless? Great. Just great." Kaiba sighed. "What do we do now, 'leader'?"
It was plain to see that Drake was more than slightly surprised that their enemy turned out to be different from the normal variation of supremely ego'ed characters we all know and despise, so, grinning in a sheepish way, he responded," umm, we.... find the others and ask Yugi to lead?"
Those reading this probably wish it was a real cartoon, if only to see a Myotismon facefault.
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The scene was tense, to say the least. The two fighters stood in the center of a hive-shaped building, crowds of Digimon filling the seats, all gazing at them, and their trainers.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAND let the king tell ya'll what's happened, uh-huh-huh!" Etemon yelled into his mike. "In this little corner here, we got Hyve and Kunemon, and on the opposite end, we got Yugi and Renamon! These two teams have made it up to the Finals of the Beetleland Championship!"
The golden-furred fox, narrowed her eyes at the electric worm as the cheering/buzzing subsided. Likewise, insectoid eyes viewed her a hundred times over.
"In order to keep the damages to a minimal, THIS time-" the monkey paused, glaring through his shades at a twitching Kurisarimon," them there trainers have to keep their cards and selves outta this scuffle! Uh huh huh!"
{Remember, Renamon-} Yami's voice suddenly whispered in her mind, {this battle is for the crests! If we lose, we may never find our friends!}
{We won't lose.} Her dulcet mental tones echoed back. { I'll make sure of that.}
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A/N: Yep. That's it.
Before the going away/election party, I have a few final things to sort out here on FFN.
First of all, I'm sorry my chapters are short, and often end at inopurtune times. Second, I would like to state how great it's been to actually get this far, and have so many supporters.
Basically, IRL, I have nothing to brag about. My writing and critic skills are probably the only things I have that most others I know don't, and, looking back, I feel ashamed at the way I've viewed some stories when my early work is so similar.
This fic might not be updated for awhile, since the holidays are up, 9 week tests approaching, and lack of inspiration. *chuckles* I've planned THIS part of the Dragon Duelist Saga since before I planned Fellowship, and now I'm stuck in it, with a Writer's Block the size of Imperialdramon and several planned plot devices unexplainable in the BC fic.
Expect the Rose fic to be updated, and the Pokemon one as well. Also, I have quite a few other things planned, several fic ideas 'to dig my own grave', as Gema pointed out. *smiles* But they'll be useful, in the fact that with each battle scene, I'll gain more experience and be able to fully convey the power of this fic's finale.
So, "Alpha's" signing off. Let me tally the votes for the replacement, and switch back to my Author Self.
Alpha: Got it. Drake has 4 votes, and Sephiroth has 4 votes.
All: ............................................................................
Both: *sigh in relief*
Alpha: *sighs in frustration* How did I know it would come to this?
Sephiroth: *eyes widen* Didn't you say that a TONBERRY would take over your fics if we tied?
Alpha: Well, yeah, but.....
Drake: *shrugs* I saw it, and it didn't look to dangerous. *all FF fans sigh in remembrance of their first encounters*
Alpha: .............. Drake, you need to play more video games. Alright, I suppose I have to rely on my back-up plan....
Sephiroth: You grab a random person and inject a copy of your mind into them?
Alpha: No....... that was a joke, Sephiroth.
Sephiroth: I failed to notice. Whatever you're going to do, it's most likely going to be completely cliche, stupid, and expectab-
Alpha: I'll use these. *lifts Fusion Earrings, stolen from some Supreme Kai*
Drake & Sephiroth: *glance at each other, then at the madly grinning Alpha* NO.
Alpha: Come on, guys! I's only your Author's Note selves! Your game selves will still be seperate, and miles away from each other! Plus, I already have the perfect name-
Sephiroth: I'd rather have a Tonberry typing me into despair than to fuse with this Gary Stu!
*a long, deep silence*
Drake: *enraged* I'LL KILL YOU!
Earrings: *Suddenly appear on them*
Drake: ?
Sephiroth: ?!
Bright, flashy, fusion light: *happens*
-ENTERING FIC MODE-
Where the two had once stood, a strange hybrid of their images was seen through the cloud of dust. The piercing green eyes of them both was unchanged, but short, white, spiked hair replaced the norm, the tip of each strand a bright red.
The fusion wore a long duster-like jacket that went from black to red, shade by shade, as it loomed up to his face. His black jeans under the cloak worked to conceal the shape of the black sheath, containing a blade slightly more than half his height.
-EXITING FIC MODE-
Alpha: ......... Success.
Fusion: So it would seem. Now, as cliche as this sounds, who am I?
Alpha: Let's see..... I had several ideas-Drakiroth, Sephirake,- but I think that the One-Winged Dragon would be good.
Fusion: ..... The abbreviation for that sounds like 'odd'. No.
Alpha: *scowls* Jenova Dragon?
Fusion: JD..... sounds like a girl's name.
Alpha: *sighs again* Then WHAT?
Fusion: Personally, I think that the fusion of my blades need recognition. The Masamune, and The Dragon Blade (which you haven't yet introduced)
Alpha: *groans* Ryumasa?
Fusion: *grins* I like it. Ryumasa, the Ryuhaitou. (Ryumasa, the Dragon Carrying a Sword.)
Alpha: Good. *turns to the readers* Well, there you have it. I'm off to UU's secret base. *Instant Transmissions*
Ryumasa: *also faces... you* So... should I tell him Sephiroth informed the Penguins where UU's base is?
"Traveler, take this to heart: It is always darkest before the dawn." -Harald Hoerwick, from .hack//OUTBREAK (part 3).