To the person claiming I only have surface knowledge of Gargoyles and
Trigun - You must be one of the fanatical fans who whines if someone even
so much as gets wrong which way a certain follicle of hair goes on one of
the characters. If you would WAIT, perhaps you would see I know more than
you think. I've seen every episode of both, minus Out of Time and part of
Flying Ship for Trigun. Oh, and Fanfiction.net has recently been deleting
my usual dividers in sections, so I'm experimenting with new ones.
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Streets of Manhattan, April 15th, mid-day
Vash had been wandering the streets of the city for hours now. He was feeling ill from lack of sleep, but pressed on. He knew he heard that man say Legato, and if Legato was here, he knew that he had to press on. He had been in thought about this as he went though. Wasn't Legato's only motive back at Gunsmoke being commanded to act by Knives, since Vash refused to ally with him? Why would he act on his own in a similar manner? Vash didn't know the answer, and kept moving, hoping to find it. He was unaware of the group following him while in his thoughts....
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Nightstone Unlimited, April 15th, mid-day
Legato himself was in thought at this time. Earlier a police investigation had gone underway, precisely as he predicted, and as planned, Demona and Legato told them the man had been acting odd, and was suggested to go on vacation with pay. All had gone well, and he had time to himself to look over the spell Demona had summoned him to life with, which he had brought in his suitcase to study. She was currently inspecting another section of the corporation, so he felt it safe to use this free time in such a manner.
'Summon to my service, a being that shares my goals, my hatred, and my will. Summon from the void of the dead my servant, my slave, my puppet. Bring me a being capable of my will.' Legato thought to himself, reading from the scroll, while using a book he had also brought to translate.
Legato thought over these words carefully, seeming to have a plan of his own, as he put the scroll and book back into the suitcase.
'Hmmmm...Demona used this spell to bring me from the dead to this world to do her will....wait......the spell never once said I had to obey her...only that it would bring to her a being who shares her feelings, goals, and will....perhaps I can do something more here after all....'
Legato then sat in silence, with a grin on his face.... {Divide}
Streets of Manhattan, April 15th, afternoon
The streets had become a hellish warzone, blazing with bullets and laser fire, screaming was heard in the area as people fled in terror from the scene. A van had cut off Vash, and the side door opened, revealing several goons with guns. Vash was doing all he could to dodge the assault, leaping, diving, and sprinting from cover to cover.
'How long are they going to put innocent lives in danger to capture me? How long must the pain continue?' he asked himself mentally while behind the cover of a trash can.
"MEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!" a black cat with big yellow eyes shrieked as it ran into an alley, chased by a storm of weapon fire.
"Come on out blondie! Our boss would like a few words with you!" one of the thugs shouted.
Vash grimaced. He knew who they were now. They were of the same group that had attacked him in the police station, and in cold blood murdered at least one person in that assault to get to him. They were murderers, and would kill many to get him. Vash grew angry, and dove from cover, aiming his silver handgun at the group, took aim, and pulled the trigger...
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Hamilton Steel Mill - Owned by Cyber Biotics, April 15th, afternoon
The steel mill had been in use for a long time, both for steel foundry, and the creation of robots for Renard, current owner of Cyber Biotics. Today, however, was about to become more eventful as a powerful blast shook the foundation to it's very support beam, and cut power to the smelting room.
"What the hell was that!?!" a worker shouted.
"Whatever the hell it was, I hope it-AUUUUGGGHHH!!!"
The worker's hand flew to his neck, and felt the handle of a dagger in his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head as he fell to the floor, gasping for air, losing blood rapidly, and convulsing. His friend stood there, trembling, turning pale, as he was blasted back towards the edge of the catwalk by an electrical force.
"Who's there!?! Someone help me!!!" he screamed.
He then saw two with a lot of metallic shining areas on their bodies leap onto the catwalk, evil grins on their face.
"Our boss did say casualties were acceptable as long as the manager lived." A female voice said.
"Then let's have a little fun, shall we sister?" a male voice replied.
The man then screamed as the two grabbed him, and came into better light, both with brown hair and white skin, and golden metal parts, grabbed him, then tossed him over the side of the catwalk, screaming as he plummeted towards the vat of molten steel below....
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Streets of Manhattan, April 15th, afternoon
Vash's hopes sank as he heard a shallow and empty click. He was then fired upon by the thugs, and he screamed as he scrambled for cover in an alley. The thugs were shouting as he quickly opened his gun, and checked. All of the bullet casings were ejected, meaning they were empty.
"What!?! Oh no!!" He yelped as he frantically checked the pockets of his coat.
Nothing. Vash had used up all of the ammunition for his handgun, and couldn't afford more, though it wasn't as though he could waltz to a gun shop to buy more right now anyway. True, he did have his machine gun arm, but he preferred not to use that. He did also have his Angel Arm, but if he fired THAT, he would vaporize the entire city...
"Only one choice..."
He then decided to try to bluff them into running with the Angel Arm, hoping they would run so he didn't have to fire it. He didn't like the idea at all, but he had no choice. He then came out of the alley, ready to use his plan, only to be greeted with a pistol close to his face.
"Are you going to keep running around all day or will you come with us?" the thug with the gun asked.
Vash glanced around. The thugs had gotten tired of him dodging and had come to get him. He was surrounded, all of them aiming at him. He couldn't use the Angel Arm now without being shot at in the head to stop him. No he had no choice. He threw the gun up a slight ways, and caught it, holding it by the barrel for one of the thugs to take. He had to surrender.
"Good choice blondie..." one said before hammering him in the back of the head with their weapon.
Vash's head felt like it was going to rip open, the pain was so intense. His eyes went wide as he fell to the ground, and slipped out of consciousness...
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Hamilton Steel Mill, April 15th, Afternoon
"Send the defense robots out to stop those psychos!"
"Affirmative!"
In an office within the foundry, the order was given to release the defense robots, given by Cyber Biotics, to defend the foundry should attack occur. The robots, 8 foot high monoliths of destruction, came into the main smelting room to confront the threat. They began to search the area.
"There's no sign of the intruders." a guard reported to his boss.
"What? They left?"
They were shortly proven wrong as a blue-haired man in a red suit, carrying a massive sword, ran at one of the robots, and swung the sword, ripping the robot in half. The other robots turned to aim at the man, but two were taken out of commission by electrical blasts, while several more succumbed to assault rifle fire, buzz-saw blades, rockets, tendrils, and a hail of thrown knives. One was left, and it was brought down by a metallic figure slamming it's knee into the robot's head, tearing it off.
"I was correct. This place shall be quite useful in assisting our plans..." A tall figure with a flowing cloak of sorts said, in the darkness of the smelting room.
The figure then signaled to a figure carrying a large box of sorts, who aimed part of the box at a door and fired a rocket. The rocket hit hard, and another powerful blast shook the foundry, as the group went through the now clear entrance. Inside was the manager of the foundry, a timid little man with thinning hair, who was cowering in a corner, while the guard he was speaking with was now a bloody pulp on the wall opposite the former door. The group all entered, and we then see Legato enter. He is now dressed in blue jeans, with a hole at the left knee, a white T- shirt, black fingerless gloves, a metal skull arm band on the upper left part of his arm, and a white trench coat with remained open. He stepped towards the man, and looked down at him.
"Mr. Tobias Hamilton I believe. You are the proprietor of this place, are you not?" Legato asked him.
The man was too frightened to answer.
"Perhaps you need motivation to cooperate. My Gung-Ho Guns will be more than happy to oblige."
Then the group stepped into the light, revealing all of them, and most of them to be dangerous enemies of the gargoyles.
"Dracon the Blade."
As Legato says each name of his Gung-Ho Guns, we focus our view on them. Tony Dracon is present in the group, dressed as normal. However, he has several swords with him. A katana on his side, a massive sword which he is holding with one hand and resting on his shoulder, a broadsword on his other side, and several daggers and knives in his cloak, which he is showing to Tobias by using his free hand to hold open his jacket to show him.
"Wolf the Fierce."
Next we see Wolf of the Pack, still a mutate werewolf, and in his same attire, but now has a shining battle axe on his side. He growls at Tobias, claws extended.
"Jackal and Hyena, the Devil Twins."
We then see Jackal and Hyena, the brother and sister pair from The Pack, both with arms crossed, looking at Tobias, giving him evil sneers.
"Fang the Nightmare."
Then we see Fang, the mountain lion mutate from the underground, sparking energy in his left hand, assault rifle on his right shoulder.
"Cold Steel the Heartless."
Then we see the evil part of the three personalities that had inhabited Cold Stone at one point, who now possessed a completely machine body, coupled with nano-machines to mend damages to it, and able to form tendrils.
"Jack the Loner."
We then see a new person, with brown hair, green eyes, lightly tanned skin, and currently wearing a modified mercenary outfit, which has light armor on the legs, arms, and torso. He has several ammunition pouches on his outfit, and several weapon being carried on his person. He has his arms crossed, leaning on a wall, glancing at Tobias.
"And last, Dead eye the Undertaker."
Another new person to us, with pale skin, dark sunglasses, waist length black hair, a black suit with a white shirt under the black jacket, and a black top hat. He is carrying a coffin which is his size, with a strap from end to end lengthwise, which he uses to carry the coffin over one shoulder. He has a twisted grin on his face.
"Now then, will you talk, or will you die?" Legato asks.
"I-I-I-I-I-I'm Tobias..." the man finally said.
"Good, we found him." Dracon commented.
"Well then..."
Legato then reached into his coat, and took out a paper.
"You will sign over ownership of this place to us, or we will force you to. Either way, you are no longer proprietor of this foundry as of now..."
{Divide}
What happened to Vash? What does Legato want with the foundry? Why has he gathered together a new Gung-Ho Guns? Answers, waiting in the darkness of the future, questions, lying in the ruins of the past. Do these answers solve the riddle of the questions, or do they only create more?
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Streets of Manhattan, April 15th, mid-day
Vash had been wandering the streets of the city for hours now. He was feeling ill from lack of sleep, but pressed on. He knew he heard that man say Legato, and if Legato was here, he knew that he had to press on. He had been in thought about this as he went though. Wasn't Legato's only motive back at Gunsmoke being commanded to act by Knives, since Vash refused to ally with him? Why would he act on his own in a similar manner? Vash didn't know the answer, and kept moving, hoping to find it. He was unaware of the group following him while in his thoughts....
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Nightstone Unlimited, April 15th, mid-day
Legato himself was in thought at this time. Earlier a police investigation had gone underway, precisely as he predicted, and as planned, Demona and Legato told them the man had been acting odd, and was suggested to go on vacation with pay. All had gone well, and he had time to himself to look over the spell Demona had summoned him to life with, which he had brought in his suitcase to study. She was currently inspecting another section of the corporation, so he felt it safe to use this free time in such a manner.
'Summon to my service, a being that shares my goals, my hatred, and my will. Summon from the void of the dead my servant, my slave, my puppet. Bring me a being capable of my will.' Legato thought to himself, reading from the scroll, while using a book he had also brought to translate.
Legato thought over these words carefully, seeming to have a plan of his own, as he put the scroll and book back into the suitcase.
'Hmmmm...Demona used this spell to bring me from the dead to this world to do her will....wait......the spell never once said I had to obey her...only that it would bring to her a being who shares her feelings, goals, and will....perhaps I can do something more here after all....'
Legato then sat in silence, with a grin on his face.... {Divide}
Streets of Manhattan, April 15th, afternoon
The streets had become a hellish warzone, blazing with bullets and laser fire, screaming was heard in the area as people fled in terror from the scene. A van had cut off Vash, and the side door opened, revealing several goons with guns. Vash was doing all he could to dodge the assault, leaping, diving, and sprinting from cover to cover.
'How long are they going to put innocent lives in danger to capture me? How long must the pain continue?' he asked himself mentally while behind the cover of a trash can.
"MEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!" a black cat with big yellow eyes shrieked as it ran into an alley, chased by a storm of weapon fire.
"Come on out blondie! Our boss would like a few words with you!" one of the thugs shouted.
Vash grimaced. He knew who they were now. They were of the same group that had attacked him in the police station, and in cold blood murdered at least one person in that assault to get to him. They were murderers, and would kill many to get him. Vash grew angry, and dove from cover, aiming his silver handgun at the group, took aim, and pulled the trigger...
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Hamilton Steel Mill - Owned by Cyber Biotics, April 15th, afternoon
The steel mill had been in use for a long time, both for steel foundry, and the creation of robots for Renard, current owner of Cyber Biotics. Today, however, was about to become more eventful as a powerful blast shook the foundation to it's very support beam, and cut power to the smelting room.
"What the hell was that!?!" a worker shouted.
"Whatever the hell it was, I hope it-AUUUUGGGHHH!!!"
The worker's hand flew to his neck, and felt the handle of a dagger in his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head as he fell to the floor, gasping for air, losing blood rapidly, and convulsing. His friend stood there, trembling, turning pale, as he was blasted back towards the edge of the catwalk by an electrical force.
"Who's there!?! Someone help me!!!" he screamed.
He then saw two with a lot of metallic shining areas on their bodies leap onto the catwalk, evil grins on their face.
"Our boss did say casualties were acceptable as long as the manager lived." A female voice said.
"Then let's have a little fun, shall we sister?" a male voice replied.
The man then screamed as the two grabbed him, and came into better light, both with brown hair and white skin, and golden metal parts, grabbed him, then tossed him over the side of the catwalk, screaming as he plummeted towards the vat of molten steel below....
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Streets of Manhattan, April 15th, afternoon
Vash's hopes sank as he heard a shallow and empty click. He was then fired upon by the thugs, and he screamed as he scrambled for cover in an alley. The thugs were shouting as he quickly opened his gun, and checked. All of the bullet casings were ejected, meaning they were empty.
"What!?! Oh no!!" He yelped as he frantically checked the pockets of his coat.
Nothing. Vash had used up all of the ammunition for his handgun, and couldn't afford more, though it wasn't as though he could waltz to a gun shop to buy more right now anyway. True, he did have his machine gun arm, but he preferred not to use that. He did also have his Angel Arm, but if he fired THAT, he would vaporize the entire city...
"Only one choice..."
He then decided to try to bluff them into running with the Angel Arm, hoping they would run so he didn't have to fire it. He didn't like the idea at all, but he had no choice. He then came out of the alley, ready to use his plan, only to be greeted with a pistol close to his face.
"Are you going to keep running around all day or will you come with us?" the thug with the gun asked.
Vash glanced around. The thugs had gotten tired of him dodging and had come to get him. He was surrounded, all of them aiming at him. He couldn't use the Angel Arm now without being shot at in the head to stop him. No he had no choice. He threw the gun up a slight ways, and caught it, holding it by the barrel for one of the thugs to take. He had to surrender.
"Good choice blondie..." one said before hammering him in the back of the head with their weapon.
Vash's head felt like it was going to rip open, the pain was so intense. His eyes went wide as he fell to the ground, and slipped out of consciousness...
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Hamilton Steel Mill, April 15th, Afternoon
"Send the defense robots out to stop those psychos!"
"Affirmative!"
In an office within the foundry, the order was given to release the defense robots, given by Cyber Biotics, to defend the foundry should attack occur. The robots, 8 foot high monoliths of destruction, came into the main smelting room to confront the threat. They began to search the area.
"There's no sign of the intruders." a guard reported to his boss.
"What? They left?"
They were shortly proven wrong as a blue-haired man in a red suit, carrying a massive sword, ran at one of the robots, and swung the sword, ripping the robot in half. The other robots turned to aim at the man, but two were taken out of commission by electrical blasts, while several more succumbed to assault rifle fire, buzz-saw blades, rockets, tendrils, and a hail of thrown knives. One was left, and it was brought down by a metallic figure slamming it's knee into the robot's head, tearing it off.
"I was correct. This place shall be quite useful in assisting our plans..." A tall figure with a flowing cloak of sorts said, in the darkness of the smelting room.
The figure then signaled to a figure carrying a large box of sorts, who aimed part of the box at a door and fired a rocket. The rocket hit hard, and another powerful blast shook the foundry, as the group went through the now clear entrance. Inside was the manager of the foundry, a timid little man with thinning hair, who was cowering in a corner, while the guard he was speaking with was now a bloody pulp on the wall opposite the former door. The group all entered, and we then see Legato enter. He is now dressed in blue jeans, with a hole at the left knee, a white T- shirt, black fingerless gloves, a metal skull arm band on the upper left part of his arm, and a white trench coat with remained open. He stepped towards the man, and looked down at him.
"Mr. Tobias Hamilton I believe. You are the proprietor of this place, are you not?" Legato asked him.
The man was too frightened to answer.
"Perhaps you need motivation to cooperate. My Gung-Ho Guns will be more than happy to oblige."
Then the group stepped into the light, revealing all of them, and most of them to be dangerous enemies of the gargoyles.
"Dracon the Blade."
As Legato says each name of his Gung-Ho Guns, we focus our view on them. Tony Dracon is present in the group, dressed as normal. However, he has several swords with him. A katana on his side, a massive sword which he is holding with one hand and resting on his shoulder, a broadsword on his other side, and several daggers and knives in his cloak, which he is showing to Tobias by using his free hand to hold open his jacket to show him.
"Wolf the Fierce."
Next we see Wolf of the Pack, still a mutate werewolf, and in his same attire, but now has a shining battle axe on his side. He growls at Tobias, claws extended.
"Jackal and Hyena, the Devil Twins."
We then see Jackal and Hyena, the brother and sister pair from The Pack, both with arms crossed, looking at Tobias, giving him evil sneers.
"Fang the Nightmare."
Then we see Fang, the mountain lion mutate from the underground, sparking energy in his left hand, assault rifle on his right shoulder.
"Cold Steel the Heartless."
Then we see the evil part of the three personalities that had inhabited Cold Stone at one point, who now possessed a completely machine body, coupled with nano-machines to mend damages to it, and able to form tendrils.
"Jack the Loner."
We then see a new person, with brown hair, green eyes, lightly tanned skin, and currently wearing a modified mercenary outfit, which has light armor on the legs, arms, and torso. He has several ammunition pouches on his outfit, and several weapon being carried on his person. He has his arms crossed, leaning on a wall, glancing at Tobias.
"And last, Dead eye the Undertaker."
Another new person to us, with pale skin, dark sunglasses, waist length black hair, a black suit with a white shirt under the black jacket, and a black top hat. He is carrying a coffin which is his size, with a strap from end to end lengthwise, which he uses to carry the coffin over one shoulder. He has a twisted grin on his face.
"Now then, will you talk, or will you die?" Legato asks.
"I-I-I-I-I-I'm Tobias..." the man finally said.
"Good, we found him." Dracon commented.
"Well then..."
Legato then reached into his coat, and took out a paper.
"You will sign over ownership of this place to us, or we will force you to. Either way, you are no longer proprietor of this foundry as of now..."
{Divide}
What happened to Vash? What does Legato want with the foundry? Why has he gathered together a new Gung-Ho Guns? Answers, waiting in the darkness of the future, questions, lying in the ruins of the past. Do these answers solve the riddle of the questions, or do they only create more?
