Disclaimer: I do not own Fossil Fighters, any of the vivosaurs or characters (Except for Creed), and am simply writing this for my own amusement.
A/N: As the sequel to my previous fic, Dark Horse Gambit, this story will continue building up on the foundation I have already laid down. It shall detail the adventures of novice Fossil Fighter Vestello Leoncor as he competes in the infamous Caliosteo Cup. What sort of troubles will he face? You are welcome to read and find out.
Acknowledgments: Firstly, I would like to thank Devaro Ayanami for his wonderful help as both my Beta and my sounding-board. Secondly, I would like to thank Tempest Bound for encouraging me to post this story now, rather than later. Thirdly, I would like to thank Vathara for all the wonderful stories, which I highly recommend you read, he has posted. Reading them has helped me find ways of expanding my own writing style.
Chapter 3
The BareBones Brigade II
From: Leveche
Subject: Re: Yikes
I can add nothing more to your conclusion about the Zongazonga (Which is a ridiculous name, by the way) and the Slablet except for you to be careful. Old legends involving Vivosaurs have a nasty habit of becoming all-to-real after they've been rediscovered. Just look at what happened with the legends involving the Ignosaurus and Frigisaurus of Vivosaur Island. ((If you don't know the story you could probably find it on the Vivosaur Island website))
You're a Christian and you're a Fossil Fighter? Isn't that something of a conflict of interests/beliefs?
A talking, floating skull? You're right, there is definitely something funny going on ((No connection to the BB Bandits, I checked, their boss is still in prison and the few remaining members are reformed, so the matching initials are just a coincidence. As impossible as it may sound)) and I wonder if it has something to do with the Slablets Professor Scatterly is looking for. But of course, that might just be my paranoia talking. You say his voice sounded familiar? Maybe you've met him somewhere before, perhaps even around the islands themselves. After all, the BB Bandit boss turned out to be the police chief of Vivosaur Island. Go figure.
I can't give you any information, I'm afraid. You'll just have to dig up information on your own, and you will get the opportunity I promise you. Now that they've revealed themselves you won't be able to stop running into them. In fact, you'll soon get sick of running into them around every corner.
I'll say it again: Be Careful! Trust your instincts. They will save your life.
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From: Leveche
Subject: Pressure Part 2: Resolve
Last time I told you about the Vitality aspect of Pressure, now I'll tell you about Resolve and the intricacies that make it up. Now, just as Pressure is an umbrella term to describe a complex series of topics, so too is Resolve, only slightly less so. It goes by several different names, which I will share as I explain.
Now, if you consider your Vitality to be your reserves or just how much power you have available to you, then Resolve is your potential and ability to use it. Lost yet? I'll elaborate.
The first part of your Resolve is, to put it simply, the noun portion. It is simply what it is. It can be called, (by 'it' I mean it specifically) a variety of things: your Stubbornness Level, your Drive, and your Strength-of-Will. I will simply call it the Fortitude. Your Fortitude is your mental and/or emotional strength in facing difficulty, danger, or temptation. The strength and endurance needed to handle a difficult or painful situation. It is the depths of your will, the strength behind the decisions you make and choose to stick to, no matter the consequences. (Hence the term: Stubbornness Level)
Now the second part of you Resolve is the technical 'verb' portion. It is when you put your Fortitude into active use. This part is simply called the Will-to-Attack or Force-of-Will (remember my last message?). Now, typically it's called one's Force-of-Will, but terms of reference may vary. Your FoW is when you act or are about to act on your resolve, taking initiative and striking out with all of your Fortitude, or Strength-of-Will. It can either be used defensively, such as standing your ground—literally or metaphorically—against some kind of opposition, or it can be used offensively—again, literally or metaphorically—against a target, such as when you command your vivosaurs to attack during a Battle. A person can use their FoW to direct their Vitality, making their attacks much more potent while at the same time wasting less energy.
There, now that the general basics have been more-or-less covered, I will move on to explain the Pressure that you've experienced firsthand…
In my next message ^_^
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Trying to brush the lingering sense of static off his arms, Vestello exited the Fighter Station. Unfortunately, it seemed to be a futile endeavor.
Flurries of laughing deep-yellows painted winding spirals in content golden-orange.
::Fun battle, funnier aftermath.::
::Oh hush you.:: The bluenette snarked at the air-bone vivosaur, but his words held no venom and so Vicious just kept on laughing. As if my hair wasn't messy enough already.
Still, that information about Black Fossil Rocks Jed Tudor had given him was certainly worth a little static cling.
Even if it meant putting up with jeering vivosaur…
…and yet another layer added at random to fossil rocks he may find.
Yeah. A pained grimace. Not looking forward to that. No sir.
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Amber blinked up at deceptively innocuous stone.
Now how did they manage to get that there, I wonder?
Leaning from one foot to the other, Vestello eyed the miniscule path-edges visible on either side of the boulder. Nowhere near enough to even attempt creeping by. Not with a sheer drop on either side.
A sharp click signaled the pickax snapping back into shape. Bracing his legs and gripping with both hands, Vestello swung up, then brought the instrument down on hard stone.
Bad idea! Oww…
Pickax clattering to the ground, Vestello tried to shake the painful tremors from his limbs. Rubbing his arms, he eyed the unmarred obstacle. Like striking a cast iron bell with a metal hammer.
At least his ears were ringing, to say nothing of his arms. Yikes. He wasn't doing that again in a hurry…
"Hey, Vestello!"
Bright blue surveyed the oversized pebble.
"Yeah, that's a big rock alright." Dirt crunched under shifting feet. "I don't think we can do anything about this."
You know what, I've always wondered what it felt like to be a bell ringer… Pickax again in hand, he brought it up then down again.
The reverse force-of-impact almost sent him sprawling.
Ouch. A grimace.
Raise up pickax, aim, strike-
My, the sky is lovely today…
"I mean…" Todd glanced down at him. "You're good and all, but this thing's on a whole different level."
The more you hint at giving up the harder I want to try.
Hm…maybe that was the ringing in his ears talking…
Picking himself up, Vestello eyed the boulder, braced himself, and struck again. This time without overbalancing.
Is that a nick? I think I nicked it.
Raise up, bring down, repeat-
Yikes! Watch where you swing that! Amber shot a sharp look at sheepish cerulean.
Correcting his stance—at a safer distance from Vestello's position- Todd tried a second time. This time the rebound arched well away from Vestello's present position.
A sudden pulse startled Vestello into mistiming his swing. The pickax passed way to close by his head on the following rebound.
Was that…? No, the mechanical whirring was not coming from his imagination. It was…coming from behind him, actually.
"At this rate, we'll all be old and wrinkled before the boulder is gone."
Amber eyed the miniscule nicks now marring the boulder's surface. Yeah, he's probably right. He glanced back at Rupert and the repaired Di66-R as Todd yelped, his pickax clattering to the ground.
Gold eyes hard, the company heir waved them aside.
"Stand aside, children." A glance at the robot by his shoulder. "Di66-R, please remove this boulder."
"Of course, sir or madam. It would be my pleasure to assist you."
Woah!
Vestello didn't duck quite fast enough to avoid the first wave of flying fragments. Brushing gravel from his hair, he edged out of spray-range.
"Digging program initiated."
Another spray of fractured stone.
"Digging…digging…digging…"
"Holy smokes!" Wide eyed, Todd watched the giant boulder gradually grow smaller. "Look at that thing go!"
Sparks crackled.
Vestello took yet another step back.
"Error." Di66-R bleeped. "File not found."
Uh-oh, here we go again…
Powerful claws spasmed and grew sluggish.
"Sweet caviar!"
Ooh, I need to remember to tell Leveche that one.
"It's running out of power!" Gold grew wide. "And we're so close to completion, too…"
Brace-watch for flailing metal limbs-raise up arms, slam down.
"Be careful, Vestello!"
No kidding.
Metal pinged off hard rock once more.
Sparks and whirs grew silent.
"Does sir or madam wish to assist Di66-R?"
Pausing, Vestello glanced over at the drained machine. The bluenette lowered his pickax and nodded. Now the robot looked astonished and…touched?
"No one has ever assisted Di66-R with digging before." Di66-R leaned back, mid-air. "Now I know why it is that you humans smile."
Amber blinked. Oh?
The machine suddenly spun sharply in a full pirouette. "Energy fully restored! Digging program initiated!"
Yipe! Vestello ducked another sudden rain of gravel.
Smile tugging at his lips, he maneuvered out of spray-range, raised his pickax, and began again.
With each blow, namely those from Di66-R, the boulder shrank in size. It got smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a pile of gravel in the path.
Satisfied, Vestello leaned back on his heels—
Paused. Then almost smacked his face.
Darn it! Why didn't I ask Savage to deal with it? Oh well, hindsight was twenty-twenty as they say—was that Savage laughing in the back of his mind?
"You did it, Vestello!" Todd clapped the bluenette's shoulder, grinning.
"Excellent job, Di66-R." Rupert looked up at the dusty machine. "You have made me very proud." Gold met amber. "Whoever put the boulder here must still be in the area."
Vestello blinked. Well, that's probably true. A nod.
"I'm going to look for them." Another glance at the purple automaton. "Let's go, Di66-R." He turned, and started down the path.
"I will obey, sir or madam." Di66-R hovered on after him.
"Well—"
Vestello glanced at Todd.
"—I guess people can get back to digging at Mt. Krakanak, huh?"
A nod.
"Still—" Todd stared down at his boots. "I think we should go back to Cranial City until they catch whoever did this."
A snort, blue hair waving as Vestello shook his head.
"Oh, come on! You want to help Rupert catch the boulder-rolling culprits?"
The sound of clapping filled the air.
"B-but…" Blue eyes grew wide as Todd's face whitened. "What if it's the BareBones Brigade?"
A dark brow quirked.
"Not that I'm scared of them! I just… Well… Um…"
Here it comes…
"Ooooh! My stomach!" The picture of misery, Todd clutched his middle. "It huuuurts! I shouldn't have eaten mayonnaise that had been left in the sun…"
Vestello grimaced. Great, now he's making me feel sick.
Todd wobbled over to the side of the path. "Sorry, Vestello. Go on without me."
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Spotting a familiar head of silver peering around an obscuring stalagmite, Vestello approached-
Oops. He winced at the sudden open space between him and the other boy, suddenly feeling a tad bit sheepish .
From several feet away, startled gold landed on the bluenette's still-extended hand. The hand Vestello had just used to tap the company heir's shoulder.
"It's Vestello."Hackles settling, the silver-haired teen patted a gloved hand across his chest. "Be still my heart."
[Sorry.]
Composure restored, Rupert waved off the nonverbal apology. "Well—" He glanced back around the stalagmite. "—from the looks of things, our hooligan friends rolled the boulder down from up here." He gestured yonder. "I've spotted a few unpleasant types skulking about, and I've little doubt they're with the BareBones Brigade."
Curious, Vestello followed Rupert's line of sight-
Paused, blinked, and then looked again. No, his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, they were really dressed like that.
"Are you ready for battle, Vestello?"
A smile, and Vestello nodded.
Satisfied, Rupert returned the gesture. "Right. Let's go, then."
Shoulder-to-shoulder they approached the Gothic-bone-suit-clad men. The villains did not notice their approach.
"We're gonna show those Fighters what the BareBones Brigade is all about!" The first sounded all too smug.
The second laughed. "Yeah! There's no way they're getting past our awesome boulder!"
"Actually—" The two men started at Rupert's voice. "—we've reduced your little boulder to pebbles."
"Wh-what?" The first stumbled back. "No way! How'd you break our beautiful boulder?"
"Yeah, well… it doesn't matter, rich boy!" The second growled, stepping forward. "Our boneysaurs are gonna make you pay!"
Puzzled amber met equally puzzled gold.
"Boneysaurs?" A snort. "Oh come now, that's just absurd." Rupert rested one hand against the opposite forearm, bringing it to bear.
Hey, he has a gauntlet too!
Vestello could hear the second villain grinding his teeth.
"Shut up! It is not! BareBones Brigade members get special skeletal vivosaurs called boneysaurs!" His mouth, the only bit of visible skin, twisted into a snarling grin. "They're horrifying nightmares straight from our boss, Don Boneyard!"
Well, Boneyard is a talking skeleton…but, these Boneysaurs are probably oddly colored vivosaurs…
Emboldened, the first stepped forward. "And now we're gonna grind your bones to make our bread!" A poor attempt at evil laughter followed.
"Think you can handle that one, Vestello?" Rupert gestured to the evil giant wannabe.
A nod.
Dino Medals flashed.
"Here they come!"
Vestello launched his vivosaurs.
Savage took point, Halcyon took the side nearest Vestello, with his newest vivosaur taking the opposite side.
A black-with-red vivosaur called a machai, derived from the machairodus—meaning "knife tooth"—it was very different from the rest of Vestello's team because it wasn't dinosaur based at all! With a head-and-body length of almost three meters, the machai greatly resembled the fearsome saber-toothed cats of the ice-age period.
Vestello called him Stark, because, for a fire-type vivosaur, he seemed to lack the wild and untamed nature that even the relatively-mellow Halcyon possessed. It would be interesting to see how he did in the fight.
Swinging up onto Halcyon's strong back, Vestello took his first look towards the enemy's team—
Holy cats!
-and almost fell off the half-bird vivosaur out of sheer shock.
They really are bones!
Though their figures seemed derived from ornithopod vivosaurs that was where any resemblance ended. They had no hide, no muscle, only an indistinct blackness seemed to be all that was holding the bones aloft. In fact, the bones themselves seemed to be little more than armor, resting atop the writhing substance.
"Boney Chomp!"
::Savage, mo—::
A dark, backwards glare cut off the command.
A slanted rumble of aggressive reds blended with shifting, thoughtful blues.
::Wait and see, then strike!::
Sufficiently chastised, Vestello settled down again as the walking graveyard lunged towards the immobile princely lizard.
The deafening crash of bones didn't even push Savage back three yards.
I see. Bones though they may be, they don't seem to be any different than a regular vivosaur.
Stone shifted, stirring up mocking burgundy and violet.
::Wind attribute!::
::Really?:: That would explain the lack of any semblance of injury on Savage's part. ::Have at it then, but leave the other two for me to play with.::
Suddenly he wondered if it was wise granting Savage free reign. The resulting mental explosion of malicious reds and blacks seemed to hint that it was not.
Oh well.
::Halcyon: Lagia Claw. Stark: Machai Fang.::
Both fire vivosaurs rushed forward.
"B-1: turn that raja into rubble! B-2, B-3: B-lamb Combo!"
Bone and shadows acted with surprising speed.
Talons digging into dirt, Halcyon evaded the first jab and leapt onto the second. Hissing, he darted up towards the pair of pinkish glowing orbs that acted as eyes. Sickle-claw gleaming, the half-bird kicked out hard across the boneysaur's face and then pushed off, twisting mid-air to land lightly back on the ground.
That did next to nothing. The boneysaur didn't even look fazed by the blow, and it kept on coming.
"B-2: B-lamb Combo again!"
Effortlessly Halcyon evaded again—
"Your tail!"
Oh shoot…
If felt like getting broadsided by a stone pillar, but at least Vestello managed to stay on Halcyon this time. Not that it helped much.
Flames of alert red-oranges spluttered amidst a starburst of muddy brown-reds and growing grays.
Stunned, Halcyon lay where he had fallen.
"B-lamb combo again! Finish them!"
From partially pinned beneath the dazed half-bird, wide amber watched heavy bone ram forward.
::Halcyon: move!::
Only a descending spiral of confused muddy-browns and pained grays answered him.
The shadow fell. A non-saurian roar split the air.
Blazing red-oranges surged from vigilant deep-orange.
::Fall!::
A screechy bugle sounded as the boneysaur fell sideways, razor keen sabers drilling into the blackness of its neck. Snarling claws tore at inky shadows a moment more before powerful muscles launched their owner away from the fallen enemy.
::Stark?::
Heat bled calmer blue-grays across banking reds and oranges. Dark eyes scanned the bluenette's form, seemingly indifferent but with a faint hint of concern in their depths.
::Thank you.::
The feline chuffed.
Embers crackled with scolding navy-blues.
::No more riding.::
The mental tone was so flat that it left no room for argument.
Halcyon stirred. Crooning, he pulled up, freeing Vestello's leg. He turned a red eye to his Fighter.
Cinders blazed alert oranges over receding grays.
::He's right, no riding. Too hindering for attack.::
::Message received.:: Vestello stood.
Wait, if Stark had come to help him, then what had happened to the boneysaur he had been fighting—Oh… It seemed Savage had finished the first one and was all-too-eagerly picking up the slack and dealing with the second—third?—boneysaur.
Speaking of which…
Amber glanced at rising shadows and bone.
It seemed their own opponent had recovered its wits. Recovered, and was blazing mad if the increased luminescence of its eyes were any clue. A state almost mirrored by its Fighter.
"B-Lamb combo again!"
::Alright. Stark: Machai Twist, get it off balance. Halcyon: Lagia Claw, aim for the black areas where weak points would be on a regular vivosaur. ::
Fires roared to life across the mental links as, first Stark, then Halcyon, moved.
A roar, and Stark leapt, sabers connecting with the nose of the boneysaur. The knife fang bit down, twisted, and somehow managed to send the bone-based vivosaur's entire upper body up in a backwards arc. Just what Halcyon was waiting for.
With a hawk's cry, he leapt, fangs and claws bared.
Sickle-shaped talons found and dug into the boneysaur's vulnerable throat as easily as if it were just a plain vivosaur.
A pained, grating bugle shook the stones as the ornithropod thrashed and shook, trying to dislodge its attacker. In doing so, it forgot about the second danger.
With a roar, Stark leapt again, joining Halcyon in his attack to the inky-black throat. Saber fangs sunk deep, deeper than the sickle claws, and twisted.
Black dispersed like mist, bones broke apart, and a dino medal hit the ground.
"Noooo! We lost!"
Apparently Rupert was done with his battle as well.
"They're completely unfazed by the horror of our boneysaurs!" Vestello's opponent backed away.
"Don't think you're hot stuff for beating up on a couple of lackeys!"
Well, at least they're not afraid to admit as much…
"Our boss, Don Boneyard, is the meanest dude around. He'll turn your bones to jelly!"
"Yeah!" Vestello's opponent seemed to be regaining some of his courage. "And Don Boneyard has three commanders that are almost as strong as he is! They'll beat you so bad, your own mom won't recognize you!"
Your threats and sense of humor are both lacking. Vestello grimaced.
"You're cruisin' for a bruisin' now, chumps! Just remember that you asked for it!"
Amber blinked. They're fast. A half hearted over-shoulder glance followed the duo's retreat. Dang, they're already around the bend.
"Those two are full of tough talk considering we just pummeled them into submission." Rupert rejoined Vestello. "I must admit—" Gold flickered the direction of the fleeing flunkies. "—the BareBones Brigade does manage to inspire a certain kind of awe."
A shrug. Must be the uniforms, those sharp visors are pretty nifty. Not quite as intimidating as the boneysaurs themselves, but decent. Better than purple spandex, in any case.
"Heeey!"
And again he arrives once everything's settled. Vestello turned towards Todd.
"Are you guys okay?" Dust kicked up as Todd slid to a halt. "Did the BareBones Brigade show up?"
"Yes, but it was nothing we weren't able to handle." An absent hand brushed silver strands out of gold eyes. "They've run home to mummy now."
"Man, I miss all the fun stuff!"
Lips quirking, Vestello pat his friend's shoulder.
"If it wasn't for this dumb stomach, I coulda helped you stomp 'em!"
"Er, Vestello?" Rupert looked a bit uncertain. "Though this pains me some to admit, that fight was not altogether easy. I'm not sure I could have handled them without your assistance." A small bow. "I owe you my thanks yet again." A pause. "So then, thank you."
"Rupert!" Wide-eyed, Todd stepped forward. "You just acted humble!" The back of his hand went up to the silver-haired teen's forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"
Growling, Rupert smacked the hand away. "And why would you find it amusing that I offer thanks for a job well done?"
Laughing, Todd stepped back palms raised in surrender. "It's just a joke, Rupert!"
Yes, albeit a poor one-
A sudden ring paused them all.
Gold blinked, then widened as Rupert pulled a cellphone from his pocket.
"Hello, Father. What do you need?"
"Oh, wow!" Todd's tone could, apparently, be lowered to quieter levels. "Rupert's dad is the CEO of FossilDig, Inc! They don't come much bigger than that!"
Despite himself, Vestello leaned forward.
"Di66-R's field-test results?" A minute hesitation, gold flickering in their direction. "I'm sorry to say that it suffers some fundamental design flaws from a consumer standpoint. Some problems could be overcome with extensive redesigns, but I fear most Fighters will still have little interest." Another pause. "However, I believe it shows great promise as an emergency-assistance robot."
Here he stopped, listening to whatever his father was saying.
"Yes, Father. …I understand, Father. …Yes, of course I will win the Cup."
Todd twitched, Vestello was certain of it.
"Good-bye, Father." A click and gloved hands slipped the mobile back into a pocket.
"Hold on, Rupert!"
Ooh boy, explosion imminent.
"You just said you could launch the robot so long as you made a redesign. Was that a lie?"
Um…fizzle?
Rupert frowned. "I never lie." Was the crisp proclamation. "I do believe that Di66-R's technical problems can be overcome given enough time. However, there is a larger issue at play, which is that I do not think anyone will purchase the device."
A brief glance at Vestello.
"You have shown me that Fighters like to dig as much as battle. They seem to find it…fun."
Amber and cerulean blinked in tandem. Then Vestello smiled, nodding.
"That's right!" Todd grinned. "You get it now!"
We might just rub off on you yet-Hey!
Grin still in place, Todd dragged his friend along behind him. "Come on, Vestello, let's get back to Cranial City. We can come back here and dig to our heart's content later, all right?"
A sigh. Relaxing his arm, Vestello just let his friend yank him along. Glancing back, he sent Rupert a resigned grin, waving farewell before being yanked around the stalagmite.
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What's his rush? Did I miss an announcement or something? Stumbling up stone steps, the bluenette only kept his balance through Todd's grip on his arm.
"Hey, look!" Oblivious to the yelp behind him, Todd released his grip and pointed up. "The Mammoth Vision is coming around again! Man, I hope it's not Don Boneyard yelling at everyone again—why are you on the ground?"
With a chagrined smile, Vestello picked himself up again.
Rotors humming away, the flying screen positioned itself before flickering on.
"Howdy, fellow Caliosteo Cup Fighters." Joe Wildwest grinned at them. "Now, y'all may already know this, but…" A glance away. "It seems we're being hassled by a band'a thieves called the BareBones Brigade."
Never would of guessed.
"They're tellin' us we gotta cancel the Caliosteo Cup and vamoose outta this park once and for all." A snort. "Well, horsefeathers to that! This here Cup is my dream, and I know it's shared by y'all."
Grimacing, Vestello covered his ears as everyone roared their agreement.
"So if they want me to cancel it—" Joe went on. "—they're just gonna have to saddle up and make me! The Caliosteo Cup will never surrender!" A gloved fist beat the air. "We'll beat them varmints, or my name ain't Joe Wildwest!"
"Yeah! You tell 'em, Joe!" An onlooker shouted.
"Yeah!" Todd jumped in place. "Get 'em! Saddle up!"
Grinning, Vestello pumped the air as the cheers grew deafening. Fortunately, they settled down as the screen flew away once more.
Something at Vestello's collar beeped.
The Paleopager blipped on. "The Caliosteo Cup Round 3 matches will now begin. See the message board in front of the Fossil Center to find out which brackets you will be competing in, and who your opponent will be. Please get ready, then check in at Cranial City's Fossil Stadium."
The pager blipped off.
"I'll be waiting at the Fossil Stadium, Vestello." Grinning, Todd patted his shoulder. "I'm counting on you! Make sure you're prepared for anything before the battle!" And then he was gone again.
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Nell –vs—Vestello Leoncor
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"Ah! You have at least one dark fossil rock with you." Felic bleeped. "A dark fossil rock is much harder than a regular fossil rock." That was definitely a gleam of sympathy in those glowing optics. "The dark surface layer has to be removed by a hammer before you can drill. It is also impervious to X-rays." A pause. "On the plus side, dark fossil rocks often contain rare fossils."
Eyeing the ominous black-shelled fossil, Vestello debated the merits of just donating it on principle.
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Subject: The Caper of Mt. Krakanak!
From: Harmattan
Okay, so I went to Mt. Krakanak to see what was going on and there was this giant boulder planted right in the center of the path. It was a hard one, so I couldn't really break through it. Hitting it was like trying to slam a pickax into one of those giant cast iron bells in old cathedrals. Fortunately Rupert Faro-remember I mentioned him in an earlier e-mail?—came by and used a prototype robot, called Di66-R, to help turn it to gravel.
Then he and I went to see if we could find the culprits. We found them of course, at the top of the mountain, a couple of BareBone Brigade lackeys. They actually looked pretty neat, wearing black body suits with bone-styled armor laid on top. Anyway, Rupert and I challenged them to a Battle and did we get the shock of our lives.
See, they used what they called 'boneysaurs' instead of regular 'vivosaurs'. They were like inky-black silhouettes with bone armor laid on top ((kind of like the Brigade's grunt uniforms, actually)) . Wish I had thought of taking a picture of one, but unfortunately…
Anyway, Rupert and I beat them and they fled. But before they fled they warned us that Don Boneyard was a lot stronger than they were ((they even admitted, proudly even, to being only a couple lackeys)) and that he had three commanders almost as powerful as he is coordinating the subordinates.
That's all I have at the moment. I'm heading for my third match now.
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Reviews are always appreciated. They let me know my story is not simply collecting virtual dust. And by reviews I mean something a bit more than 'awesome story' or the like. Tell me what you enjoyed, and even what you did not (though please refrain from going on a tangent).
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To DunaN2 (Guest): Ah, that explains why I couldn't find any character profiles on Google. Your story sounds interesting so far, I'm curious to see how well you wrote it out. ((You're a Christian? Neat! You'll like some of the later chapters then.))
I don't mind if you use my code. Admittedly it's more of a guideline for me since I don't always adhere to it perfectly. It goes something like this:
Colors
Muddy browns and brown-reds—Confusion, disorientation, turmoil
Yellows, Oranges, and Bright Greens—Joy, happiness
Muted/pale yellows, pinks, and adobe brown—Contentment, Drowsiness
Grays, washed out colors—Fatigue, Hollow feeling, Burned out, Pain/Injury
Blues, Greens, and Yellows—Satisfaction, smugness
Pale Orange—Question, inquiry
Dark reds and jagged blacks—Hatred, fury, ill intent, frenzy
Gray, Dark Blue, Dark Violet—Sorrow, regret, mourning
Mauve, Gray, Gray-blue—Resignation, surrender, Brow-beaten
Sky-blue, Gray-blue—Disapproval
Dark Blue—Grief
Burgundy and violet—Disdain, loathing, disgust
Patterns
Starburst – Expression of strong, sudden emotions
Maelstrom – Extreme emotions, like with extreme fury, extreme loathing, or confliction emotions (mental discord)
Blending – Two non-cooperative emotions ((though not conflicting)) such as being torn between annoyance and amusement
Wave – A single, one-track emotion, nothing else in mind except for that
Jagged Streaks – Flashing emotions, abrupt and searing, but short lived. Like being surprised or startled, or a flash of anger.
Descending Spiral – A drop from positive emotions into negative ones. Colors blend and warp together to make a muddy brown.
Ascending Spiral – A raising of spirits or moral, uplifting. Changing from muddy brown to bright colors, or someone going from sleep to anger
Swirling Splashes—Mood swings, rapid shifting of emotions, like from anger to sorrow to joy, etc
Flecked pattern—A solid emotion with quick flashes of deeper emotion. Such as amusement with hints of mischief when one is pulling a prank, or submissiveness with traces of anger or frustration
And then , as you've probably noticed, the different elemental Vivosaurs give off a different feeling depending on which alignment they happen to be. That goes something like:
Fire—Smoldering ashes, Spark, Ember, Flame, Inferno/Warmth, Heat, Scorching
Roar, crackle, blaze, dancing, spiral, flurry, blast
Wind—Whisper, Breeze, Gust, Gale, Tornado, Hurricane/Wind tunnel
Roar, swirl, screaming, buffeting, tickling, dancing, tempest, reel, whir, flurry , blast, turbulence,
Water—Standing wave, Trickle, Rip-current, Flash-Flood, Tsunami/Whirlpool/Upwelling, a swelling of water, rise in water level/Down welling, the receding of water, decreasing of water level/Rogue Wave ((unexpected))
Wall, gush, splash, surge, rolling/spilling, plunging/dumping, swell, ripple, waves, reel, upsurge, stream
Earth—Tremor, Rumble, Landslide, Earthquake, Avalanche, Ground Rupture/Crumbling
Solid, shifting, loose, soft, crumbling, bash, crack, stab
I hope that helps you ^_^. Feel free to ask questions if needed and I'll help you if I can.
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Sneak Peak:
Subject: Pressure Part 3: Fighter's Aura
From: Leveche
Now, after much delay, I shall finally answer your original question. What that feeling you got from Joe Wildwest and Rupert Faro and myself is.