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- she has posted. Reading them has helped me find ways of expanding my own writing style.
Chapter 4
The Missing Fighters II
Subject: Re-re-re-Conflict of Interests?
From: Leveche
Thank you for answering my question. To be honest, I didn't think that you would.
That's an interesting way to look at things and I'll admit that it's how I see vivosaurs and Fossil Fighting as well. For those of us who can truly bond with our vivosaurs you can't help but notice that they are truly innocent when they are first revived. They are children to be taught and guided and-if need be-punished.
The reason I phrased my description in such a crass manner was because it is the nicest things more than one protestor has declared. The rest are not fit to repeat, even over email. Thank you for not taking offense.
If the zealots, as you called them, do not truly represent Christianity, then what is it? I'm afraid I know next to nothing about it. I was raised in a family that believed that money and business success was the be-all-end-all of life. I don't believe I've even seen a bible up close.
If it does not interfere with your progress through the Cup, would you mind shedding some light for me? Not simply for myself, of course. But I have several friends who were greatly wounded by the protesters cruel words and any reassurances I can give them would be greatly appreciated.
/\/\/\/\
"H-hey! BB Brigade commander guy!" Looking far less certain of himself than his words suggested, Todd crept forward like a nervous rabbit. "Sh-show yourself!"
Content to hang back, Vestello watched his friend in fascination.
"We'll show you what happens to guys who kidnap girls and..." A pause. "Treat them really well!"
Sort of ruined it there. Vestello thought, wincing.
"I do believe you are referring to me." Dirt crunched underfoot as a white-clad figure stepped into view.
Vestello blinked, eyeing the notably artistic coat, pants, and boots.
"You have guts to come in here and challenge me—" From behind classy tinted red-rimmed glasses, the young man—though Vestello had some doubts about his gender—looked Todd up and down. "—the most revered of the three BB Brigade commanders."
Now eyeing the man's broad streak of crimson-amidst-black hair, Vestello quirked a brow. 'Most revered'? That's a mighty high opinion of one's self.
A fanned coat tail swished as the man twirled and struck a pose. "Say hello to Cole!"
Dutifully, Vestello waved. When Todd didn't say anything the man smirked and leaned back.
"Yep. Pretty slick, huh? Do you like the glasses? That post-modern look is so right now, don't you think?"
Must…not…laugh… Though this Cole did have a bit of a point.
"Anyway, try not to be jealous of my image if you can."
Jealous? I'd rather admire it. There's no way I could come up with an outfit like that by myself.
"It's thrift-store chic, so I doubt you'd understand."
No kidding.
Todd groaned, realization dawning. "He's a hipster!"
Amber blinked. Is that what it's called?
"Now I understand why the other BB Brigade goons are scared of him."
Cole snorted. "Yeah, so I suppose you want us to stop pampering the ladies, yeah?" Sharp cobalt blue narrowed. "Not gonna happen, bro. We spoil the chicks, and then they stop giving two hoots about the Caliosteo Cup."
O…kay…
"And without ladies to impress, all the males Fighters lose the will to fight!"
Huh. Vestello settled back on his heels. That's actually not a half-bad plan there, though it relies a bit heavily on cliché's.
"Pretty slick, huh?" Cole smiled. "Yeah, I've got a real mind for plans. You don't get this pretty by accident, you know?"
I don't doubt that, not for one moment.
Waving a dismissive black-clad hand, Cole looked away from them. "So why don't you shake a leg and scram, yeah? Otherwise I'll have to feed you to my boneysaurs."
Cole's eyes narrowed again, this time the look was accompanied by a sudden sense of Pressure on Vestello's shoulders, coupled by the sudden need to turn and run away. The bluenette almost stumbled, amber widening.
So that's what Leveche meant.
"B-boneysaurs?" Though not consciously aware of Cole's Fighter's Aura, Todd obviously felt it. His courage seemed to be swiftly abandoning him. He turned wide-eyes to Vestello. "D-did he say boneysaurs, Vestello?"
A nod. [V-I-V-O-S-A-U-R – Big. Black all-over bone-armor-attached]
Cole, Vestello noted, was observing them with look of quiet intrigue.
"Is that like a skeleton vivosaur? Like a dinosaur g-g-ghost?"
Pausing, Vestello considered it, then nodded, and immediately regretted his honesty.
Moaning, Todd clutched his stomach. Vestello smacked his face.
"Why did I eat those oysters I found in the swimming pool?"
Now Cole looked both incredulous and rather entertained, settling back to enjoy the show.
A hiccup. "I'm gonna be sick, Vestello!"
Uh-huh, suuure.
"This guy's all yours!"
Gee, thanks Todd. Expression dry, the bluenette watched his friend hobble away before turning to Cole.
"Does he do that often?"
A sigh, then a nod, coupled with a 'continuously' hand motion.
"Yikes, maybe he should see a doctor about that stomach."
Vestello shrugged.
Then Cole suddenly seemed to remember his status as a BB Brigade commander and puffed up a bit. "Still here? You're not just trying to steal my style, are you?"
Brows furrowing as the sense of Pressure increased, Vestello leveled his gauntlet at the hipster.
"Listen—" Cole sounded almost bored. "—I've got a yacht-rock concert to get to, so lemme just make this quick…" Dino medals flashed. "Feast your eyes on my beautiful boneysaurs!"
Both Fighters launched their medals.
Vicious and Savage took point, with Regal taking up a flanking position near Vicious.
Team in place, Vestello observed Cole's team and suppressed a wince.
If that one taking point isn't derived from a T-Rex… Not a pleasant thought at all. What, with T-Rex being the strongest known attack-type vivosaur.
Standing almost shoulder-to-shoulder with the B-Rex was an orinthopod boneysaur identical to the ones the goon on Mt. Krakanak had used. Taking up the rear stood, or flopped as the case was, a plesiosaur-like vivosaur.
Alright, he has Fire, Water, and Wind. I have Wind, Earth, and Water. Let's see which of us will be more successful…
"B-Lambeo: Boney Chomp on that Tricera!"
A rattle of old bones and a bugling war-cry resounded off of acoustic walls as the boneysaur lunged passed Vicious and Savage
Vestello threw out a hand. ::Savage, catch it with Raja Fang.::
Stone roared in an avalanche of bloody red-blacks. The cryo-colored princely lizard threw himself sideways, monstrous head whipping to the side.
Pearly white fangs sunk into writhing black. The b-lambeo howled, thrashing in the vice-like grip.
::Regal: Tricera Combo!::
"B-Plesio: Boney Blur!"
Water surged.
::Wind Blast!::
Gales screamed into a wind tunnel of jagged blacks and blood-reds.
Raging turquoise met—then overwhelmed-surging blue. Grey-and-white feathers flashed as Vicious followed up with a shoulder-ram into the base of the b-plesio's neck at the same time as Regal struck the restrained b-lambeo.
Both boneysaurs crashed into the floor, stunned but relatively unhurt.
A relieved breath escaped Vestello. I'm keeping focus so far…
"B-Lamb Combo!"
Vestello pulled his fist close. ::Savage, catch it again!::
For a second time gleaming ivory fangs caught, sank-into, writhing black- why was Cole smirking?
"Boney Roar!"
Oh shoot! I forgot about—
A deafening roar and a wave of searing heat crashed into them.
/\/\/\
Ow… Amber blinked up at the cavern ceiling. Someone get the number of that bus?
Everything felt like lead, he couldn't move.
Tired…
The ceiling was beginning to spin—
A tornado of angry reds wound into disgusted burgundy.
::Get up! Now!::
Tremors of sharp warning reds cut through pained grays.
::Don't let him beat you! On your feet, now!::
Rolling angry reds twisted with an upward current of aggressive red-blacks.
::Do not let him keep you down!::
A blink, then—
::Triple Threat. Aeros Special.::
Pushing up on his elbows, Vestello watched with bleary eyes as an airborne Regal road a horizontal tornado of turquoise wind right into the B-Rex's chest. The duel attack sent the tyrant toppling over with a resounding crash. It lay there, moaning, before its form dissipated and its dino medal was left in its place.
"B-Lamb Combo!"
Regal was too off center to respond as the barrage of shadow and bones engulfed him. The sight of his dino medal smashing into the dirt was like a sucker punch to the gut for Vestello. And also the one pebble to set off an avalanche of anger.
Suddenly the weight on his limbs vanished—did Cole just stumble?—as he threw his arm out. ::Raja Rage!::
Earth shattered in a wave of jagged blood-reds.
::You'll pay for that!::
The b-lambeo didn't have a prayer, and a moment later its dino medal joined the b-rex's.
"B-Boney Blur!"
Vestello slammed his fist down. ::Aeros Alert!::
A hurricane's roar usurped an explosion of malicious reds and jagged-blacks.
Vicious's tail blurred and slammed brutally into the b-plesio's frail neck as it surged undead vivosaur shrieked and its form dissolved.
"What?" Cole stumbled. "N-no! This isn't happening!" Dirt marred white fabric as the hipster's legs buckled, sending him to his knees.
Shoulders slouched, breathing heavy, Vestello called back his vivosaurs, then stepped forward to retrieve Regal's dino medal.
"How could I be beaten by someone so terminally unhip?" Shakily, he pushed himself back up, blue eyes watery. "This is worse than the time that guy sold me off-brand shoes!"
Great, now I feel like a bully. Vestello winced as the crying bi-colored haired man ran passed, sobbing loudly.
Familiar laughter sounded.
"Way to go, Vestello!"
Yeah, way—ooh, spinning…
Fortunately Todd was more than willing to hold the bluenette up when his equilibrium failed.
"That hipster just ran off bawling his little eyes out, and the rest of the BB Brigade took off after him!" That was definitely a grin in the blonde's voice. "I think the girls will leave once they realize no one's going to pamper them anymore."
And he was right.
Still leaning against Todd for support, Vestello watched as one-by-one the girls left the cave, complaining as they went.
"Thank you, Vestello." The blue-eyed pinkette walked up, smiling. "Thank you, Todd. Now I can keep going in the Cup, digadig."
"Aw, you don't need to thank us!"
Vestello was pretty sure that Todd was trying to smother a blush.
"We were happy to help." A pause. "Oh! Hey, wait. We also found that bowl you were looking for."
Huh, I was wondering where that went…
Todd held up the still fruit-laden 'bowl', displaying it for the pinkette to see. Relieved, the girl took it.
"Th-thank you, diga. This is what I was looking for. But—" She looked like she was trying not to laugh. "—this isn't a bowl."
"Um, so what is it?"
"This is a mask, digadig. It goes like this."
Fruit went flying as the girl tossed the mask with surprising skill. It landed right on her face.
"What!"
Thankfully feathered talons caught Vestello before he could topple over as Todd suddenly fell back.
::Thank you, Halcyon… Wait, how did you…?::
The half-bird trilled softly, but otherwise didn't answer his unfinished question. Though there seemed to be a sense of smug blue-greens and yellows coming from his link.
"Y-you! You were Pauleen the whole time—Stop laughing Vestello! Wait…you knew?"
The blonde's expression was so affronted that Vestello almost collapsed from snickering so hard. Fortunately, Halcyon was more than strong enough to hold him up when his knees decided to buckle.
Pauleen struck a pose, her original haughty attitude fully restored with the mask's return.
"I sure was! The one and only Pauleen!" Hand planted on one hip, she canted her head. "So what the heck took you two so long, huh? And what's with the vivosaur—never mind." A huff. "When a beautiful girl is in distress, you drop everything and come running to help her!"
Todd, Vestello was amused to note, couldn't seem to decide whether to be shocked or offended.
"Well, well! Looks like you're the big heroes once more!" Terry ran up. "A few kidnapped girls just wandered back into town and told us their story. I can't believe you two ran off the BB Brigade all on your own! You must be some kind of Fighters." The man seemed torn between the impulse to clap their shoulders and shaking them until their teeth rattled.
Pauleen scoffed. "The BareBones Brigade is no match for a beautiful teen idol like me!" A twirl and a curtsey. "Mss Pauleen is on the scene!"
And it's Todd versus Pauleen, part three.
"Um, yeah, except you didn't do anything."
Todd's opening salvo…
"Did you say something?"
…Ooh, and Pauleen completely brushes off Todd's jab.
"Uh, yeah."
Rats, spectator interference.
"Well, thanks anyway. Now we can get the Cup under way without any further delay. Keep an eye on your Paleopagers! We'll have Round 4 info coming soon." A wave. "Thanks again, guys. Keep up the good work, okay?" He turned away, paused, then glanced back. "Oh, and Vestello? You might want to eat some Vital Bars after a Battle like that. You can get some at the receptionist's desk."
"Well—" Pauleen snorted after Terry was gone. "—unlike some people, I don't have any time to waste. I need to go find fossil rocks ASAP. You should do the same, Vestello. Er…after you rest a bit, of course. Thumping the BB Brigade means nothing if you don't back it up in the Cup."
True enough. A shrug, then a nod.
"Seeee ya!"
A blur of pink, and then she was gone.
"Man," Todd stared after her. "Pauleen is so weird! It's like she's a different person once that mask is on."
That certainly seems true. That mask seems almost as strange as Joanie's dog…
The paleopagers beeped to life.
"The Round 4 matches will now begin. Please 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."
"You better get your act together, Vestello." Todd's expression was all seriousness. "I know you can win, but it won't happen unless you find more fossil rocks before Round 4!" With that, he turned tail and took off towards the cave exit.
Vestello sighed, feeling even more burned out now that the adrenaline from his Fight had worn off. He glanced up at Halcyon.
::Mind carrying me back to town?::
Ashes crackled with amused yellow-greens.
::So long as there's no Battle's involved.::
/\/\/\
Lucinda –vs- Vestello Leoncor
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Humming, Vestello chewed absently on a vital bar.
I wonder why I'm always amongst the last ones chosen to fight…
Reaching over, he took a long sip of his drink.
Maybe it has something to do with how I was one of the last people to sign in for the Cup?
It didn't really matter, to be honest. Just a passing thought that crossed his mind as he ate his lunch. The vital bars really were just the thing he had needed to recover from his fight with Cole—he still felt like a bit of a bully for making the bi-haired commander cry—and went along quite well with his burger.
Since I have time, maybe I should go back to Ribular Island for a while, look for the fourth set of fossils for my main team…
Standing up, Vestello threw away his garbage and headed towards the helicopter pad.
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Curious flecks of pale orange broke up a solid background of bored pale blues.
Amber met the shining gold of his second revived vivosaur. It had taken forever, and resulted in more stress than any previous fossil cleaning, but to see the metallic serpent awake and aware made it more than worth it.
Pink tongue tasting the air, the tophis leaned closer to the glass, its gaze never leaving Vestello.
Questioning oranges swirled with anticipatory yellow-oranges.
::Well?::
Though the sixteen-plus meter snake seemed relaxed, even a bit sleepy eyed if one squinted, Vestello could feel the strength lurking beneath the surface that could possibly rival the destructive passion of a T-Rex.
::Soon, Vehemence. You'll get to stretch your muscles very soon.::
Perhaps those hypnotic yellow orbs narrowed just a fraction.
A sharp streak of aggressive bloody-orange dashed, then vanished from the bored expanse of pale blues.
::Good.::
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With the main focus of the Cup moving from Ribular Island to Cranial Island so went the masses of hopeful Fossil Fighters. So Yarmilla was understandably surprised when a familiar mane of blue hair passed through the door's threshold. She would have thought he'd be dealing with her counterpart on Cranial Island by this time.
All the same, she smiled at the teenager. "Hello again, Vestello."
The blunette returned the smile, but looked quite worn out.
The other island must really be putting the pressure on him…
"Do you have things you wished to sell? Or are you here to buy?"
Sturdy material shifted around as the boy pulled his tablet and a familiar pouch out of his backpack. Gripping the pouch from the bottom, he upended it on the countertop.
Yarmilla blinked at the assortment of gems which spilled out. Noting the large percentage of diamonds she did the math in her head.
"Looks like you may have enough here for an upgrade or two." And if that wasn't a colossal diamond in that pile then she would eat her next paycheck.
The amber-eyed boy considered it, then typed something on his tablet before holding it up for her to see.
[IS THE MONEY FROM SELLING GEMS USABLE ONLY ON THE ISLANDS? OR CAN I USE IT FOR OTHER THINGS?]
A little taken aback, Yarmilla nodded. "Um, you can use the money for anything you want. Most people tend to use it for rare fossils or equipment upgrades, though."
Vestello looked a little relieved. He typed something else on the tablet.
[COULD I HAVE THE GOLD CONVERTED TO CASH AND TRANSFERRED TO AN OUTSIDE BANK ACCOUNT?]
"Well, yes. I have the equipment to do that right here if you want to do that."
A grateful nod was her response. So Yarmilla set up the somewhat dusty machines. They were so rarely used that sometimes she wondered why she bothered keeping them. But it was a Guild requirement, for those exceedingly rare occurrences.
"Do you wish to transfer all of it?"
Vestello shook his head. [I WANT ONE THIRD OF THE PROFITS FROM THESE GEMS SENT TO THIS ACCOUNT:]
The directions were followed by an account number, which Yarmilla remembered just long enough to make sure the transaction went through. From there it was easy to transfer the listed funds and it was completed quickly.
"Did you wish to do anything else?" She asked once the machines were put away again and the gems were dealt with.
Another nod and Vestello held out the tablet again with his requests, and estimated costs, listed in neat rows. Among them was the final Fossil Chip upgrade.
Double checking the math and finding it correct, Yarmilla set to work.
"So…" She began as she equipped the upgrades. "What did you do with the money you transferred, if you don't mind my asking."
[IT'S TO HELP SUPPORT MY PARENTS. IT COST QUITE A BIT FOR THEM TO GET ME ENTERED IN THE CUP, SO I'M TRYING TO PAY THEM BACK. DIG SITES ARE THE ONLY PLACE WHERE YOU CAN FIND SO MANY HIGH QUALITY GEMS. ^_^]
The response made Yarmilla pause. Almost hesitantly she asked: "Do you have financial problems?"
A shrug. [WE HAVE WHAT WE NEED. BUT A LITTLE BIT OF EXTRA WRIGGLE ROOM IS ALWAYS NICE.]
Somewhat perturbed, Yarmilla handed back the teenager's equipment.
The bluenette bowed, grinned, and then ran out the door, mood light.
How can he be so happy if his family has money troubles?
/\/\/\
She seemed upset. Vestello mused, jogging towards the helicopter pad. I wonder why? It's not like it's really all that important.
/\/\/\
"Yooo hooo!"
Vestello glanced up at a familiar magenta-haired woman.
"I think we're battling each other!"
A quick glance around revealed no one else standing near the stadium door.
"Hey!" The woman, obviously Lucinda, pointed at the bluenette. "You're the Fighter who drove off the BB Brigade, right?"
A nod.
Lucinda's face grew stormy. "They were really terrible people. They promised me juice and never brought it to me."
He would not groan. Not in front of her in any case. If she calls that terrible…ugh. Maybe her priorities are skewed. Yeah, that's probably it.
"Oh, and they kidnapped me and made me forget about the Cup." It was spoken as an afterthought, like a poorly done attempt to save face. "There was that, too…
Definitely skewed priorities.
"The next match is Lucinda vs. Vestello. Combatants should enter the stadium immediately."
"If I win, you have to buy me some juice. All right?"
Hoo boy…
/\/\/\
One, two…three.
First time I've met a Fighter that uses three of the same type of vivosaurs. Amber took in individual cream, blue, and green hides. Probably have silver fossils equipped.
In front of him, Savage shifted.
Loose earth rumbled, stirring up thoughtful yellow-greens.
::Wind aligned, but so big and heavy that they'll lack the maneuverability.::
With at least ten feet to even Vehemence's great length, the trio of sauropods were known as camara. They were derived from the dinosaur camarasaurus, meaning 'chambered lizard', named so due to the air sacks located throughout the vertebrae and linking to its lungs. Perhaps those chambers also made it lighter?
Above him a trill sounded.
Whispering streaks of teasing oranges sang through impatient red-violets.
::Open targets, many weak points.::
Amber flickered up towards the hovering nycto. ::Take note of the weak points but don't act yet.::
A scoff of disapproving grey-blue streaks.
::Not Fire, not stupid.::
::Merely a reminder, Guile.::
"Camara Stomp!"
The green-skinned camara lumbered forward, reared up—
::Cobra Twist!::
Metallic silver streaked forward and the camara let out a bugle as it was suddenly bound in powerful coils. Caught off balance, it teetered sideways, all multi-tons of its massive bulk crashing into the sand.
"Camara Buster!"
::Incoming!::
Bone and hide cracked together. Vestello swayed at the sudden starbursts of rolling browns and reds as the blue camara withdrew its tail.
Ow…
::Raja Whirl!::
Earth roared in a storm of stone and sand.
Yikes…Amber blinked owlishly at the sky. That packed quite a wallop.
Vestello could feel tremors Savage's smug thrums sent through the sand. It was hard not to, being buried up to his neck as he was.
::Guile: Nycto Whirlwind, find one of those weak points you mentioned. Savage: Raja Fang.::
Out of his immediate line of sight, Vestello felt the tug of a demanding wind current and, at the same time, heard the crunch of bone-against bone followed by the tell-tale ringing of a dino medal bouncing off the hard stone barrier surrounding the arena.
Alright, one—maybe two—down, but I won't know for sure unless I get out of—hey!
Beneath him, Vehemence let out a hissing laugh as sand fell from them both like receding water. Twisting up and around the giant serpent set the dusty bluenette upright on top of the sand.
::Thank you, Vehemence—::
"Camara Stomp!"
A shadow fell over them.
Oh sh-!
::Tophis Hiss!::
Purple light flashed, connected with a creamy underbelly, and dispersed as a dino medal arched up and came down some distance away.
I can't believe that actually worked… Tophis Hiss was a notoriously low-success attack, in fact, in most cases it would miss the target all together.
"Camera Stomp again!"
Amber slid sideways. One left.
::Nycto Whirlwind, then use Snake Bite, Vehemence.::
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Subject: On a Roll
From: Harmattan
Made it passed the 4th Round. I think I'm getting better at Fossil Fighting. None of my vivosaurs were hurt because of my negligence, at least. It's hard to keep track of everything going on at once, especially when you're at risk of being swamped by stray attacks. I got buried up to my neck in sand! ((Vehemence, my new Tophis, got me out, but it was still annoying)) In situations like that I can't watch anything at all! How am I supposed to direct my vivosaurs when I can't see?
I ran into the BB Brigade again. This time they were going around kidnapping female Fighters and, get this, pampering them. Apparently this was a part of another plot to stop the Cup. By taking all the girls and pampering them so much they would forget about the Cup, the guys of the island would lose the will to compete because there would be no girls to show off for. It makes sense, in an odd, cliché sort of way.
This time I fought one of the commanders. A 'hipster' named Cole. I finally get what you meant about a Fighter's Aura. He didn't want to fight at first and tried to scare us off, I actually had the urge to just turn and run ((Todd did turn and run)) before I recognized it for what it was. Then he knocked out one of my vivosaurs and I just got so angry that he actually stumbled as a result, even though we were on opposite ends of the cavern!
You were definitely right: Fighter's Aura is something that must be experienced in order to really understand what it is.
Is it cowardly of me to be a bit nervous? If Cole was so strong I needed to lose my temper in order to win, how strong is Don Boneyard?
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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): She does seem to prefer avoiding the topic all together, doesn't she? And in regards to your question… Since the events of Dark Horse Gambit several years have passed, of course Creed's challenged him again. Probably even more than once considering he's one of the few people who can match her in a fight.
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Ah, that'll explain the story you've come up with so far. Well, have a fun birthday when it finally decides to come around. It'll be nice to communicate with you properly. You know, you probably could make an account now and not have to suffer a guilty conscience. It's not like you're two-to-three, or more, years under the limit, just a couple months. I doubt the overseers of the site would care.
When I say 'fun' I can mean it a variety of different ways, including sarcasm 'I'm saying fun but I'm implying it's actually the opposite'. Sounds like you have quite the pride roaming about your house. (The antics of cats-at-play are always a treat to observe, yes?)
How'd the teeth-pulling go? You feeling alright?
((Not to be rude or anything but could you keep the number of 'life update' reviews to a minimum until you have an account? It's a little irksome trying to format a decent end-chapter response with so many topics to address. Not to mention the length this particular response has gained. I try to keep these things relatively short.))
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Now, in regards to Dunal and what you've told me about her…
Well, the first thing that comes to mind involves other potential names. Offhand I'm thinking of Baroness or Nyx, both plays off of 'Baronyx' which is in the Spinosaurus family but is smaller. I could probably come up with more if you'd like.
Exactly how fast do your version of Dinaurians grow up? Three years old seems to be pushing it and making her equal in strength to Dynal would be cruel, simply because she's so young and has a whole lot of growing and maturing to do before she can properly handle such strength. And why would her egg have been exposed to radiation? Why would her DNA have been manipulated? The Dinaurians don't be the sort to do that to each other, especially not such a risky procedure on their Kingdom's soon-to-be heir. Even their Battle-Armor forms are holographic projections made real rather than actual physical changes. And their people are few enough as it is, why would they do such a thing when they need to focus on re-building their numbers? The whole situation simply makes no sense to me.
Here's what I'd suggest: She's young, and as Dynal's child she will grow to be very powerful, and is perhaps quite powerful for her age. Maybe enough to match the average Dinaurian. But keep in mind that her body is not developed yet, she has neither the stamina or durability to pull off what you suggested. Her claws are probably still soft and she doesn't have much muscle mass because she's so young. Involving her eidetic memory… she can memorize vast amounts of information and is very book smart, but she is naïve and inexperienced to how the world itself works outside of books, or whatever it is Dinaurians use. She wouldn't understand people, how they don't always follow logic, heck, sometimes they are the complete bane of logic. And, also, despite having all that knowledge, knowing how to use it practically would cause her trouble. Example, it's one thing to know that you can make fire from Flint and Steel, but another to actually do it because of all the variables involved (wind, fuel, even how hard you strike the two together).
And that's all I'll put down right now because I don't want to overwhelm you. Does what I'm saying make sense? If not, I could try to explain again.
(Oh, it sounds like she's a Fire-Type Vivosaur, I can give you a bunch of ideas making use of that if you'd like)
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Sneak Peak:
Cocking his head, Vestello recognized the proffered gift as a Wonderous Fossil Rock. He accepted the gift with a smile, blush still warming his cheeks.
"That's a wondrous fossil rock that can actually power up a vivosaur." Terry explained, unaware that Vestello was already familiar with the topic. "Also, I come bearing a special message for you two."
The man grinned with perhaps a trace of mischief in his eyes as he leaned closer to the pair.
"It seems word of your heroic exploits against the BB Brigade has reached the highest levels." He shared, tone lowering to almost conspiratory levels. " Joe Wildwest himself wants to speak with you!"