Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Vesperia, Nor any of it's characters, they are the property of Namco-Bandai.
TALES OF VESPERIA: A BLACK KNIGHT AND A WHITE PRINCESS
Part. 1 Every Day in The Lower Quarter.
"Our world, Terca Lumireis.
No one knows how far its lands and oceans stretch.
For the people are no match for the hordes of monsters that crawl the earth.
Barriers protect the cities in which we live, and we are completely dependent upon them for our survival.
These barriers are generated by the blastia.
Blastia use the primeval power of aer that fills the world to provide us with fire, water, and light.
They have provided us with everything that has made the Empire prosper.
Perhaps one day, we may even forget the threat of the vicious monsters lying in wait, just beyond the barriers.
The blessings of the Blastia will bestow ever more prosperity to the world and peace to its people.
From the imperial capital of Zaphias, bedrock of peace, we pray; May tranquility bless this world."
Estellise Sidos Heurassein, HRH
(Zaphias, Public Quarter, Fountain plaza)
(Standard point of view)
As the people go about their daily business, a person dressed in the robes of an Aspionian scholar approaches the fountain. He prizes the blastia core from its place and puts it on his robes. As he proceeds up the hill with his ill gotten prize the fountain blastia suddenly erupts like a geyser. Torrents of fast flowing water flooding the streets.
(The inn and tavern, Comet, Public Quarter)
A young man with long black hair and dressed in dark clothes sits on the window sill, watching the water erupt from the fountain. What happens next? Well let's let him tell this story for a bit shall we.
(Yuri's point of view)
Well this is new.
First time I saw the fountain do that; blowing it's top like a certain four-eyed maid when she gets angry. Speaking of her it's been a few days since I last saw her down at the docks, feeding the crabs.
Then I heard Ted running up the stairs. Then he came into my room. "Yuri! This is not good!" No kidding, Ted.
"What's with all the yelling, Ted?" I replied.
Ted crawls up onto the window sill. "Look! The aque blastia's broken again!" He pointed in the direction of the geyser of water. "And they just finished fixing it."
"What's the big deal?" I replied. "Just leave it to the mighty Imperial Knights. That's what they're there for."
"Hah, the knights?" Ted replied. "You know they never come to the Lower Quarter."
Well he's right about that, unfortunately. They only reason they ever come down here is to collect those stupid taxes of theirs. And that's about it.
"What about the heroic Flynn?" I asked as I got down off the window sill. I know he'd do something about it.
"I already tried to get Flynn." Ted answered. "They wouldn't even let me see him!"
Is that so?
"Oh, so I'm Flynn's replacement, huh?" I said. Annd if Flynn's not around, It's gonna be up to me. Figures.
"Never mind that. Come On! We're short on people!" Ted said. Looks like I'm gonna have to do some lifting.
Then I heard Anna call out. "Ted! Ted! You get down here! They need your help too!"
"I'll, I'll be there in a sec!" Ted called back. Then he turned to me. "Yuri! Come on already!" And he ran back downstairs.
You know, that's weird. He always comes running whenever there's trouble. And I guess an erupting aque blastia qualifies. This place is gonna become an aquarium if this keeps up. Better go do something about it.
Repede follows Ted down the stairs as I pick up my old sword and jump down to the street from my window.
"Yuri!" Ted yelped as I landed in front of him.
"First the trouble with the knights yesterday." They were questioning me about two missing stockyard johns last seen a few days ago down at the docks. "And now the aque blastia breaks." I said to Repede. "Sigh, why does stuff like this happen every day in the Lower Quarter?"
"woof!" Repede barked back.
"I know, I know. There's no use whining about it." I replied.
"woof!" Repede agreed.
And we headed up towards the fountain Plaza.
(The Fountain Plaza)
As soon as me, Ted and Repede reached the plaza, We saw that there were already folks heaving sandbags into the fountain in order to plug it up.
"WE GOT TO SEAL IT OFF SOMEHOW!" Hanks Sr. yelled above the roar of the gushing aque blastia.
"What's going on?" I asked Ned as he heaved sandbag after sandbag into the fountain. "Any sunken treasure down there, Ned?"
"Yeah, but you're late, Yuri, so I'm not sharing." Ned replied.
"Ha hah. Now nice." I chuckled.
"Hey, it's sink or swim in this would." Ned commented. "Looks like that blue blooded mage we hired to fix the blastia left the job half done."
Then Hanks Sr. noticed me and Ned talking. "Glad you could find the time to stop by, Yuri!"
"Take it easy with the water sports, old man." I replied. "You're not getting any younger."
"Oh yeah? Well you're up next." Hanks Sr. replied. "Not afraid of a little water I hope."
"Yikes." Me and my big mouth.
"COME ON NOW! PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT! HEAVE HO! HEAVE!" Hanks Sr. and the others continued to toss in more sandbags.
I decided to pitch in and begin tossing in sandbags. "Old Hanks is really going at it." I said to Ned.
"He feels responsible." Ned replied while tossing in more sandbags. "He's the one who pushed the people to get the money together for the repairs."
"And now he's the one who's all wet." I said. "It's not Hanks' fault that mage did a two bit repair job though."
"That's true." Ned agreed. "He's even parted with his wife's keepsake to help raise the money."
I stopped heaving in sandbags to take a closer look at the Blastia. I wanted to see what kind of a shitty repair job that mage did. That's when I noticed something was missing.
"Hey, Yuri!" Hanks Sr. called out. "If you're not gonna help, stand clear! This is dangerous!"
I approached Hanks Sr. "Hanks, Did you see the blastia core anywhere?" I asked. "You know, that shiny piece in the center."
"Huh? Is it gone?' Hanks Sr. replied.
"Yeah." I answered. "The Blastia won't work with the core missing." And this is definitely not working. "That aristocrat who came to do the repairs was the last person to touch the blastia, right?"
"That's right. A Mr. Mordio." Hanks Sr. answered.
"And he lives in the Royal Quarter?" I asked.
"Yeah, So?" Hanks Sr. replied. "Forget about that, Yuri. Give us a hand here!"
"Sorry Hanks, I just remembered an errand I've gotta run." I replied and headed to the road leading up the hill.
"Hey! Wait just a minute!" Hanks Sr. followed. "You're not seriously thinking of going to Mr. Mordio's place, are ya?"
I turned around to face him. "The Royal Quarter? Me? I wouldn't be caught dead in a place like that. It gives me the creeps." I resumed heading up the hill.
"Damn it, Yuri..." Hanks Sr. grumbled. "Just because you can do a few tricks with that bodhi blastia, you think you're invincible."
(Standard Point of view)
As Yuri and Repede head on towards the Royal Quarter, Hanks Sr. heads back to the erupting fountain. "Here's hoping he doesn't do anything crazy."
"He always seems to cause problems when the Lower Quarter's Involved." Ned replied.
"Even the knights have started keeping an eye on him." Hanks Sr. agreed. "Ever since Eric and Stan disappeared. Not like I'm gonna miss those two."
"Me neither. Well it's just an average day for Yuri." Ned replied. "I'm sure it'll just be fine."
(The shopping Plaza)
(Yuri's point of view)
After a few minutes I made it up to the shopping plaza. Looks like everyone's busy buying stuff, not caring about the outta control fountain down hill, figures. From time to time I run across this young thief. But it looks like she's not around today.
As I went past the Fortune's Market stall, I heard a strange voice. "You there!" He called out. "Are you aware of the serious events going on in the world?"
I just stood there looking confused. Where's that voice coming from?
"Over here! Right Here! I'm the Wonder Reporter!" The Wonder Reporter continued. It sounded like he's calling to me from the Fortune's Market stall, but All I see is a whole lotta wall. "Bringing you the articles about what matters most everyday!"
Is it just me, or does it sound like he's in the wall?
"Do you read the news paper in the morning? Cup of coffee? Donut? Visit your local Tim Horton's? Oh wait, those are on Earth in some region called Canada. Never mind. Where was I? Oh yeah. What? You don't? That just won't do!"
Tim Horton's? Canada? Earth? Okaaayyy.
Well anyway, the Wonder Reporter continued. "What epic thing has transpired today? You'll never believe it! You can read it whenever, wherever, and with no effort at all! Yes it's the Wonder Log! Put It to good use!" The Wonder Log? "And by the way, Let's let the fact that I'm in the wall be our little secret, okay?"
He's really in the wall!?
"I know right, My teleporter blastia's not working right today. Don't worry about it." He replied. "Well then, farewell!" And he vanished in a puff of smoke.
"Huh?" Next thing I know this tablet with the words 'Wonder Log" appeared in my hands.
...Wonder Log…
A notepad of articles brought to you by the Wonder Press. Trace your footsteps!
Something tells me this might be useful. So I decided to hold on to it for the time being. Right now I've got other things to worry about. Me and Repede continue on up the hill. Shouldn't be too long before we reach the…
(Royal/Noble Quarter)
As soon as saw the castle, me and Repede left the path and, using the bushes for cover and made our way towards the gate leading to the Royal Quarter
Which, no surprise, had a couple of guards posted. We were close enough to overhear their conversation.
"Hey, you hear about the blastia in the Lower Quarter?" The right guard asked.
"Yes, I heard something about it breaking and them collecting money to fix it." The left guard answered.
"That's right. I hear that lot went so far as to sell their treasures to save up the money."
"Treasures, sir?"
"Worthless junk, nothing more." the right guard scoffed. "They wouldn't have gotten more than one gald for them."
"Not even one gald? I can't imagine what sort of treasures those would have to be. I'd have to have a look myself."
"I'm telling you. Nothing but junk! Heh heh."
Junk? Really?
"listen to those guys!" I said to Repede. "Poor hanks. Can't really argue with them about the junk think thing though." Still, can't really let 'em get away with saying that and, besides, they happen to be in the way.
So I picked up a couple of good sized rocks, just big enough to knock those two out, even though they're wearing helmets. And I tossed the first one at the right guard.
The rock bounced his helmet as he…
"ACK!" fell on his ass.
"What the? WHO'S THERE?" The left guard shouted trying to find who knocked out his buddy. Another well place rock and...
"OOF!" Lights out for you.
Now that the gateway's cleared, me and Repede just walked up to the two unconscious nitwits. "If you can't understand the value of 'junk', you're worth less than junk yourself." I scolded the unconscious guards, not like they're gonna hear me.
"Repede, can you find the trail?' I asked.
Repede began sniffing for clues as I looked down the main street on the Royal Quarter. I noticed that there were cores missing from some of the streetlamps.
So they've been taking blastia cores from here too. Looks like somebody's got some sticky fingers. That's the Royal Quarter for you. A few blastia cores go missing, and no one makes a fuss. When one is enough to throw the Lower Quarter into chaos. If they've got cores to spare, they could stand to give us some!
Yeah, I wish.
Just then, Repede began pointing at one of the houses "Found it!" I fist pumped. Repede's definitely earned himself a steak. When I can afford to buy one.
"Looks like the nobles are living the sweet life as usual." I said as I approached Repede.
"woof?"
"The Lower Quarter's right down there, and they still don't give a damn. It's not their loss so what do they care? You know they should act, you know, Noble." Like Flynn, Julia and Hatchette. "Not just dress nice and hide in their mansions."
"whine." Yeah I know how you feel, Repede.
We approached this mansion that Repede was pointing at earlier. As we passed through the gateway, I noticed a coach with a horse hooked up to it parked out front in the driveway. We soon approached the front door.
"So this is where he lives." I checked the door…
It's locked. "It doesn't seem like there's anyone around.." I comment. Damn it. I just kick the door. Not going in that way.
Hmmm. "I wonder if there's any other way in?" I ask Repede. I looked around the west side of the mansion. That's when. "Oh, is it open?" I noticed this open window. "Can I get in this way?" One way to find out. I push up on the window and it slides up. Me and Repede climb through and into what I think is the foyer.
"I know Mordio's hiding in here somewhere." I begin checking the foyer. The door leading further in to the mansion was locked. "Not here." I checked another door…
Also locked. "Nope. Not here either." I headed up the stairs to check the two doors up there. "It wont open. What to do?"
Just then I heard the door downstairs unlock and open. I look down and I see this guy dressed in an orange and white robe carrying a large bag over his shoulder going towards the front door. "That must be."
He put the bag down and reached in and pulled out. The aque blastia core!
"Found him!" We jumped down to the main floor. Repede quickly cut the little bastard off. "You are Mordio, Right?" I accuse the trembling thief.
Before either me or Repede can do anything else, 'Mordio' throws down a smoke bomb, completely obscuring our vision. When the smoke clears, He was completely gone. And he left Repede holding the bag, iterally.
"Good boy." I pat Repede on the head. Make that two steaks.
I open up the bag but. "What the!? The blastia core is gone!" Oh great, that little bastard still has it. "Let's go and get that core back! And give that mage a whooping while we're at it!" I said.
"woof!" Repede agreed. He doesn't like being played the sap either.
But no sooner did we step outside.
We run into Tweedle A (Adecor) and Tweedle B (Boccos), A pair of nitwits assigned to the Schwann Brigade(How does the old man ever put up with those two?).
"Yuri. So it is you that is you cause of all this commotion." Tweedle A accused.
"I know he's poor, but breaking into an aristocrat's house." Tweedle B shakes his head. "My my, how the mighty have fallen!"
"Sigh, Just what I needed, Tweedle A and Tweedle B." I snarkedly replied.
"I say! Don't call me that!/ Just what is a Tweedle anyway!?" The both replied at the same time.
"Go ask Alice." I answered.
While this was going on, that little creep in the robe boarded the coach and was about to leave. I started to go and block his escape but.
Tweedle A and Tweedle B blocked my path. "There's no hope of escape!" Tweedle B declared, pointing his spear at me. "We got you surrounded!"
And the coach pulls away, taking that little creep. And the blastia core with it! DAMMIT!
"Does it look like I'm trying to escape?" I said. "See, it's stuff like that that keeps you from getting promoted." Or I don't know the old man.
"YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!" Tweedle B angrily accused.
"I SAY! YOU TAKE THAT BACK, YOU RUFFIAN!" Tweedle A demanded.
They both point their weapons at me, Tweedle a with his sword and Tweedle B with his spear. Looks like they want to fight.
Fine. "Enough beating around the bush, I guess." I readied my sword. I decided to keep it in the scabbard, I wanted to knock some sense into 'em, not kill' em. Let the old man do that.
"Stand back, Adecor!" Tweedle B ordered. "I'll handle this in the name of the Imperial Knights!"
"I say, l I'll shall be the one to defend the good name of the Imperial Knights!" Tweedle A objected. "Peons, I say, should stand back!"
"You're the peon!" Tweedle B argued.
"No no, I say, I am your superior." Tweedle A argued back.
By the way, those two idiots happen to be the same rank, both in the knights, and in their social status.
Anyway where were we?
"I appreciate the sentiment, guys, but let's cut the catfight and get on with it!" I interrupted. The sooner I pot those two on their butts, the sooner I can get back to getting that blastia core. "Hey let's go! You ready?" I asked.
The two numskulls continue to bicker like an old married couple. "I AM YOUR SUPERIOR!" Tweedle B insisted.
"NAY, BOCCUS! YOU ARE, I SAY, CLEARLY MY SUBORDINATE!" Tweedle A insisted back.
I guess I gotta whack these guys a little. And that's what I did. I swatted those two a few times with my scabbarded sword.
"Owwww!" Tweedle B moaned.
"There, how that make you feel?" I said as stepped back.
"How dare you!" Tweedle B replied. "Hitting someone in the middle of an argument is hardly proper manners!"
"Didn't you two hear me when I said 'You ready?' Or were you not listening?" I said.
"Damn it!" Tweedle A snarled.
"Oh brother." I shook my head. And started to walk away.
"Argh! You! Stop right there!" Tweedle B ordered, pointing his spear.
"Does it look like I'm running?" I replied.
"YOU! BE QUIET!" Tweedle B yelled back. Then he charged at me. "LEEEEEROY JEEENKINS1" Oops time for a little defense.
Tweedle B tried to tackle me, but I blocked him with my sword, causing him to land on his butt. "I don't believe this! He...He blocked my attack!"
Then Tweedle A came at me. "I say, SONIC THRUST!"
Didn't anyone tell' em it's probably not a good to call out your attacks? Makes it much easier to either dodge or, in my case, parry.
"Woah." I parried his arte. "Come on, gimme a break."
"OOOOOOOOOOH! I SAY, HOW YOU DARE YOU BLOCK MY ARTE!" Tweedle A scolded, body all stiff and trembling with anger. Kinda reminds me of Julia saying the same thing during our first sparring match way back in our training days.
"Man, you need to calm down." I replied. "You're acting like a certain maid."
"I SAY, AM NOT!" Tweedle A yelled back, jumping up and down. "DO I LOOK LIKE I WEAR GLASSES!? OOOOOOOOOOH!"
"Hey, if you can use strike artes here, then I can too!" And without another word, I struck him with an azure edge arte, knocking him on his butt.
"Let's try that again." I warned as Tweedle A got back up. "This next one's gonna hurt!"
The two of 'em charged at m and we fought. Long story short, I knocked both of 'em on their butts.
"Aw, you're not giving up already, are you?" I asked as they just lay there.
Tweedle A&B quickly got back on their feet. "I I say, Imperial Knights never give up!" Tweedle A declared.
"You have yet to see our true power!" Tweedle B threatened.
"This next time's for real, guys." I warned.
"That's my line, I say!" Tweedle A&B replied. At the same time, of course.
And so we fought some more. Those two fought harder this time, gave me one helluva workout. Before long we were all breathing heavily from exhaustion our weapons scraping the cobblestones.
"Guess I underestimated you guys." I panted. Oh man, I'm really out of practice. If either Drake or Julia saw me like that, I'd never hear the end of it.
Then I noticed some more knights approaching. Oh you have gotta be kidding me! It's the Cumore Brigade. And leading then was none other than that foppish kinky bi-sexual bastard himself, Alexander von Cumore. Or, just Cumore, or, as a certain female thief I run into from time to tine would call him, Cum-More.
"Looks like I won't be catching up with that coach anytime soon." I comment as Cumore's knights surround me, swords drawn.
"How typical of the Schwann Brigade." Cumore said to Tweedle A&B in his usual condescending 'I'm better than you' accent. "They can't even capture a single lowlife."
"C-Captain Cumore! I say, Our apologies for our unsightly display." Tweedle A apologize as he and Tweedle B saluted.
"I'm afraid the Imperial Knights have no use for you lowborn gentry scum." Cumore sneered. "If it were up to me Only the peerage would be allowed to join, Like in the Royal Guard or my lovely brigade."
"Uhh Please don't let sir Schwann know about this, sir." Tweedle B pleaded.
"I can't believe our taxes go to paying these guys." I shook my head. Then we say Repede, bag in mouth, run off back down the hill. "There he is." I toss my sword on the ground in surrender.
"I say, that tops it all! Abandoned by his faithful pooch!" Tweedle A boasted.
"Gah ha ha ha ha!" Tweedle B added.
"Well well, you've had a busy day, haven't you, Mr. Lowell?" Cumore commented. "I'm rather busy myself, but I suppose I could afford to play with you for a little while."
Why do I not like the sound of that.
"Gentlemen!" He addresses his knights.
"It's rats like you that make Flynn's job so difficult." I said.
"Flynn?" Cumore replied. "A little suffering is just what that upstart lieutenant needs. Along with that accursed roadie. OOOOOOOOOOH! How dare they, they."
"Lemme guess; Electrocuted you last winter?" I finished.
"Personally I think is serves you right after you did to me and Flynn last fall." Namely poisoning me and convincing Flynn to take me to that glitter blooded gay rapist quack. If Julia and Sodia hadn't showed up *shudder*.
"How dare you bring up that, That incident! OOOOOOOOOOH!" Cumore snapped back. "Gentlemen, when you finished with him, throw him in the prison as usual. Ten days or so oughta teach him a lesson for breaking and entering. And an additional twenty days for bringing up the microphone incident."
Then his knights beat me to a pulp, and drag me off to the castle prison.
End Part 1
Author's Notes:
Welcome to my novelization of Tales Of Vesperia.
The album will basically the recently released Definitive Edition of the game.
As it will be following the prequels I typed earlier, expect quite a few references to them, and my OCs will be appearing, so yes, this will be an AU version.
Next chapter, Yuri breaks out of jail, ran into a maid wearing glasses, and a pink haired princess being chases by knights…
And a slightly crazy assassin who thinks Yuri's Flynn in a black wig.