DSM 5
So basically, we're going with the harem, should be good. Thanks once more to Chrone for basically writing it all for me XD.
Pricilla is a given for now, I've already got that whole thing planned out in my head, several trips to the Painted World with be happening much later, so look forward to that.
Gwyndolin, because I want to. This will be like the one time that I just throw in my own pairing because I can, I'm more orientated towards us all throwing ideas to make something, but I really want to write a few scenes that I at least think will be hilarious. Plus there's Omake's that come with it.
Quelaag, and maybe the Fair Lady (Quelaan, apparently is what the Souls Community calls her according to ENB (Epic Name Bro) So we'll go with that.) I can't decide if I should have some crazy cure go down or leave them somewhat like they are, if I leave them, Lemons will be a no-go since they are cut off just above the hip-bone.
Anastasia of Astora, sorry but no. I just can't really put a character whom I know, from personal experience alone mind you, to only have like 3 lines of dialogue, all of which revolve around how she basically just wants to die, her and Menma will become friends no doubt, but a pairing not so much.
Start
Menma's eyes fluttered once more as he came back into a state of conscious thought, standing up and stretching out several of his joints popped satisfyingly. Sighing contently the mood of the Uzumaki was surprisingly good at the moment, "Met a new person, he seems like a good enough guy. Had a sweet adrenaline rush and then a nap, my day has been good thus far."
Menma paused for a moment.
Day?
As in singular.
Turning around he gazed out to see the sun in almost exactly the same spot as I was before, Menma's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "I can't have slept for exactly 24 hours…Could I? No…Hmm." Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind to dwell upon later Menma shouldered his blade and proceeded through the gate he'd opened. It gave him a direct look up the street to a church of some kind, Menma nodded, knowing this was his goal, he was nearing his first objective.
His sharp eyes spotted a sword and shield wielding hollow guarding the front entrance, no doubt some small kind of courtyard, and the very edge of a catwalk where one, that he could see, crossbowmen sat waiting. Menma hummed softly before intoning the ever familiar name of a Jutsu someone close of blood to him repeatedly used.
"Kage Bushin No Jutsu." Holding two fingers skyward a pair of clones appeared next to Menma, "Distract any possible guards while I make my way towards the chapel. We're getting this little task out of the way." The two clones nodded silently and held their blades at the ready, charging forward into battle.
Menma counted three seconds before shooting off like a cannonball, his legs glowed a dull blow from the flux of chakra surging through them, lightning began to wreath around him, eyes glowing a powerful electric blue, turning into a veritable blur Menma surged through the small yet crowded courtyard/lane in front of him. His clones began tossing everything they could get their hands on towards the Crossbowmen, a spear pierced the shoulder of one, followed up by a short-sword to the head, and the other Hollow looked as its partner became a pincushion only for a shield to decapitate it.
A large boar clad in heavy metal armour, barbed wire-like wreaths decorated its tusks in a menacing manner was the duo's next opponent, C-1 kicked it in the forehead dazing the beast for a millisecond, before it roared angrily, the creatures eyes burned with a red rage, only for it to screech in terror and pain as a greatsword was shoved up its unarmoured ass. C-1 grimaced at the sound as C-2 didn't even bother picking up his blade and merely walked over to the wall and rethinking its existence.
The blur of electricity that was Menma had already passed them and ran through the rapidly dropping gate, the undead whom had attempted to lock them out found a sharp of stone buried into its skull, becoming seemingly boneless it dropped to the ground dead.
Undead Church
Menma held his BKGS in one hand and Oscar in the other, residual electricity was dissipating into the air harmlessly, an Undead donned in knightly looking armour finished with a red tattered cape came charging at the Uzumaki, in its right hand was a thin Straightsword and in its left was a tower shield, Menma paused for a millisecond and examined the shield, it was quite nice looking in all honesty.
An incoming stab made Menma slide to the side, only to back-step from a shield slam, slashing upwards with Oscar the blade found purchase as Menma's blade rose through the rotting armour he stabbed forward and decapitated the Balder Knight. Once more he had to immediately dodge as a Knight with a buckler came out in its right hand was a rapier, Menma inwardly scowled at the sight of the thrusting weapon. He didn't like rapiers.
Mostly because everyone whom he'd met to have used one was a complete prick for some inexplicable reason, that and the weapons were just so incredibly breakable. The Knight charged onward and thrust his blade forward, Menma let Oscar fly, throwing the blade straight up, the Knight's gaze followed the sword as Menma's free left hand was shrouded in electricity, laying his palm flat Menma impaled the rotting Knight on his outstretched hand, "Chidori." He mumbled quietly, the Jutsu faded as Oscar fell into Menma's waiting hand.
One more Balder Knight remained, he was seemingly content to stand where he was, Menma held his arms out, sheathing Oscar and sealing BKGS he brought his hands back together in a slow, fluid motion.
Taking a breath in through his nose Menma's fingers wove through several signs before he announced, "Katon: Gokakyu No Jutsu!" A great white fireball shot from his lips as his fingers ended on the Tiger sign. Menma noticed something though, as his orb of fiery death flew towards its target, his flame was much hotter, much stronger, than it was before.
'Why is that?' He pondered quietly in his mind, as his throat was still warm, his fingers tingling and his lungs hot from expelling such a flame, did it have something to do with the fact that Fire was so prominent in this land? The First Flame, where the lord gained their Souls, Fire became an integral part of this world, Menma's eyes narrowed as a memory entered his mind.
Pyromancy.
The art of controlling fire, with a Pyromancy Flame one could create great storms of fire, orbs of death, in some cases make themselves near impervious to damage, Pyromancy was a very flexible art as it could be made by almost anyone whom had the imagination to do it.
Menma had yet to acquire a Pyromancy Flame, the art interested him beyond measure, but then he was captured and thrown into the lowest level of the Asylum.
Did the mere presence of the First Flame in this world augment his fire power to such an extent as to superheat his flames? If that was the case than that was a great boon to him, if it was something else than he'd have to investigate further.
Menma's arms wreathed in flames as he flooded his body with Fire Chakra, looking at the white flames he smirked with pure malice, chuckling he blew a pair of flaming streams from his nostrils, charging forward he passed the smoking corpse of his fallen foe, passing through the smoke he was greeted to the sight of a much larger black armoured knight, a flanged mace in one hand in a large tower-shield in the other, it was more akin to a decorated slab of metal than a shield but the being still held it with ease, "Come on! Let's do this!" Roared the Uzumaki running low he led a flaming path towards his target, the Knight turned and held his shield firm, Menma grinned hoped, the second he landed he darted into the air, summersaulting behind his target the fire-induced Uzumaki slammed both of his fists into the back of the large knights, the black clad wall of armour was thrown across the room from sheer force, great red hot spots burnt into its back, giving an unholy howl of pain it gathered itself up.
A sh-ping! Noise sounded Menma's eyes rose and a blue jet of energy shot towards him, a Spirit Arrow, rolling forward the attack passed over his head and just barely missed him, "Katon: Housenka No Jutsu!" Seven great orbs of white hot death shot towards the Channeler, a trident in his hands being his only means of defence, each orb exploded upon impact sending a great dome of flames through the room, little did Menma know the room just past the room with the Channeler was filled with explosive barrels, all of which exploded sending a great ripple through the church, dust was kicked up and floors collapsed, falling upon the downed black knight, Menma stood to his full height, his robe rapidly burning up, from the continuous exposure to his flames, leaving him in a sleeveless skin-tight black turtleneck, his sheath remaining only due to the heavy leather belt strapped across his chest. Menma's red orbs seemed to pulse as the flames licked at his arms, they died away as he breathed out, calming himself down.
Brushing his hands off on his tattered ANBU trousers he turned around to the altar behind him, a glowing white and black orb of light floated above a corpse, approaching the orb Menma touched it, it tickled against his skin, even though he wore gloves, starring at it was like starring at static after only a short time, cupping his hands under it and lifting the soul up, he tilted his head a little as it began to fall apart and join his Sign. The orange circle on his palm shone brightly through the black leather covering his hand, as it seemingly devoured the soul.
Speaking of souls, a large wave hit him, turning once more the streams of blue, grey and white surrounded him before flowing into his hand, smirking he approached the rubble that now littered the room, two yellow orbs floated just above the debris, crushing one Menma found himself in possession of a black shard, 'titanite.' He thought, having seen pieces of the black mineral several times over his short time traveling around in this world.
The other was a rusted and broken sword hilt, Menma sweat-dropped at the sight, "I guess you can't always get something useful." He murmured throwing the useless broken blade over his shoulder and sealing the Titanite Shard into his bicep, an intricate blood seal popped up for a moment as it was used before fading away like it was never there.
A small leap later and he was atop the debris pile, another one and he was near the remnants of the room, and walking through the door to the next room and climbing up a ladder, seeing a brilliant golden Summon Sign, a small smile grew on his face, placing his hand over the sign and announcing 'Summon' a golden circle opened up on the ground, standing back Menma saw as his friend emerged from the golden 'worm hole'.
Holding up his arms to 'Praise the Sun' Solaire remained coated in a golden glow, "Why hello there my friend. It is good to see you once more." Greeted Solaire, offering his arm, Menma shook the man's hand in a strong roman-like grip, both patting each-other on the shoulder.
"I see you have shed your cloak of black, though I have never seen such attire before. Your boots are unique indeed." Commented Solaire, Menma rose a brow before realising that those of this world had begun using laced boots for every-day uses, such as his combat boots.
"Yeah well, I accidentally set my robe on fire so there's that. The fact that I wasn't burnt made me realise just how frail it was, the thing was gone in a few seconds." Replied Menma unsealing his BKGS, "So what are we about to face?"
"Ahh, the Bell Gargoyles of the Parish, we shall face two, one with an axe-like tail that you must avoid lest you wish to acquire several deep and fast bleeding wounds, the other lacks any tail but spits fire like a dragon." Menma hummed lightly and nodded to his companion.
"They are incredibly weak to electricity though, so should you perhaps have any Gold Pine resin, or the Sun-gifted power of the Sunlight Blade miracle, you should be more than fine." It was easy to tell Solaire was smiling behind his helm, whether it be due to enjoying a good fight or just the fact that he could help a friend in need.
Whilst Menma wasn't exactly 'in need' of combat assistance he did however severely desire social interaction, "Let's go kick some ass." Menma grinned and hefted his blade over his shoulder, walking through the fog-wall with a chuckling Solaire of Astora behind him.
Belltower Gargoyles.
As Menma and Solaire walked towards the centre of the roof one of the stone Gargoyle's came to life, it roared loudly falling from its perch and holding out its halberd threateningly, Menma smirked and nodded to Solaire, the man held up his arm, cocking it back a long spear of lightning gathered within his palm, Menma darted forward weaving around the halberd stab and delivering a powerful kick to the creatures small shield, shattering it. With it guard broken and the creature itself flinching away in great surprise it roared in pain as a powerful bolt of lightning struck its chest, creating a large fracture right down the middle of its stone torso.
Roaring once more it released a torrent of flame at its black haired attacker, a second roar was heard and Solaire was forced to roll away as a mirrored attack attempted to end him in a fiery death. "Solaire, you got that one?" Shouted Menma, blocking the halberd with one hand and ripping it from its wielders.
"Indeed friend, the power of jolly cooperation shall lead us to victory!" Shouted Solaire fervently, Menma felt a laugh bubble up in his chest as the man tore his Sunlight Straightsword from its sheath and proceeded to run his hand over it, the blade lit up in a powerful wreath of golden lightning.
"Heh, golden lightning hmm. I prefer blue myself." Mumbled Menma as he threw the halberd behind him and gripped his blade with two hands, blue lightning shrouded it as he proceeded to slash directly downwards, before pulling back rapidly to execute two diagonal slashes, the first from the creatures right shoulder to its left him and then vice versa, before finally stepping back and lunging forward with a wide sweep, right through its stomach, the creature roared in unfathomable pain as it exploded into a shower of black and white flecks, its collected souls dumping into Menma's sign, a pair of siamese humanities along with a Homeward Bone fell onto the floor Menma quickly gathered them up and sealed the two items before looking up to see Solaire ram his blade up through his enemies jaw, right through the head.
"Never again shall you spit flames, foul creature!" Announced the Warrior Of Sunlight with great pride and joy, Menma couldn't stop the swelling feeling in his chest as he and the man highfived and gave out mighty victory roars.
"FUCK YEAH! THAT WAS AWESOME!" Shouted the Uzumaki, this whole adventure was only just getting started, he couldn't wait to see what was around the corner.
End
R&R
Raxychaz!