Traingham
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Post by Traingham on Mar 23, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -5
You would be guessing correctly, Dashe. Sera and Trigger committing questionable acts in the dark at this point of the story would certainly be odd. There's been no build up to that sort of event taking place yet, and given the light and comedic tone I'm trying to maintain, I believe that fully exploring a scene of that nature would do more to detract from the story rather than contribute to it in any way.
Besides, the mother unit Trigger should be wary of is Yuna.
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Aiyumi
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Post by Aiyumi on Mar 23, 2015 20:46:10 GMT -5
Sera doesn't let go of that coffee cup no matter what, eh? I agree with Yuna that black would suit him! Back when I could play the game, I remember causing a lot of property damage to Kattelox by destroying their vending machines just so Mega Man's armor would become black, then I'd make sure to keep it that way until the end of the game and watch all the cutscenes with him in black armor. From this quote, I'll just assume that Sera came too much near him and he made her dizzy by shouting in her ear or something.
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Post by Traingham on Mar 23, 2015 21:53:29 GMT -5
I've never pushed Megaman far enough for his armor to become completely black, but that's because I hadn't realized that it was an actual game mechanic until I'd come across board members discussing it in threads waaaay back when I was a lurker. During my playthroughs of both games I just did every good deed I could and unintentionally turned his armor into a light shade of blue. (Thought the game was glitching on me.)
Still, I always kind of harbored a fascination over why Sera wore white and Yuna wore black. The yin and yang symbolism is the most obvious thing that comes to mind, and I've even gone so far as to try to draw parallels between the two sisters and sky father/earth mother, but in the end I suppose it could have just been a simple design choice.
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Post by Aiyumi on Mar 23, 2015 22:23:34 GMT -5
At first I found it strange that Sera wore white and Yuna wore black. My impression was that the colors should have been reversed since white is usually associated with peace and good things while black is often associated with bad things, Yuna being an ally and Sera being the main antagonist of the game. But maybe it was done like this on purpose to be different from what most people are expecting. Or it could have to do with the designers trying to confuse us and make us think Yuna was bad, with her attacking the Sulphur-Bottom and acting all mysterious.
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Post by Traingham on Apr 2, 2015 10:13:53 GMT -5
006- Definition
There, it happened again and this time Yuna knew with absolute certainty what was going on and why it was affecting her so much. Honestly, for the second generation female humanoids the subject of what reploids considered attractive in one another was hotly debated, because there was really nothing else that interesting for them on Elysium–sexually anyway. Yuna and Sera were made by the second generation, and spent almost all of their waking hours among the second generation; by definition they weren't even considered reploids or related to them in any way (at least that's what council member Albert absolutely insisted on) so reploid exposure was minimal–more so for Sera than Yuna because of...reasons.
"It's those...bulges." Yuna whispered to her ever present shadow, Gatz. She pointed to one of Trigger's visible biceps, now flexing because Rebecca was seemingly incapable of maintaining the delicate balance of her body under the influence of gravity in his presence, which placed him in the consistent position of helping her up. The council member was always ever so grateful for his assistance, falling against him for a moment as she reacquainted herself with the floor beneath her feet—every single time. Yuna had yet to ascertain just why visions of Rebecca falling down a flight of stairs always correlated with these moments, but every time they did come to mind it made a little more sense.
Ignore that. That was unnecessarily dark.
"What of those bulges, mistress Yuna?" Gatz inquired.
Yuna looked to her attendant with an order of, "Flex your arm." At which he did as she ordered, producing not so much as a noticeable lump. This, however, was natural, because in a contest of strength Gatz (and by extension, Geetz) could not be rivaled regardless of his physical form. The servitor was, after all, capable of transforming himself into a dragon, and at the end of the day muscles were nothing more than aesthetic when compared to the capabilities of flight and fire breathing. Game, set, and match.
Yuna did not appear to care about those facts. "Sera, you clever girl." The mother unit leaned forward from her perch on a balcony overlooking Trigger and Rebecca as they interacted obliviously before her watching eyes. "Why is that uniform so distracting now?" Was it always so skin tight?
"Yuna." Came Sera's flat voice from behind.
Yuna did not bother to turn around. "Yes, Sera?"
"You have duties to attend to. Why must you waste your time spying on my servant?"
"Because The Master is down there with him." Yuna replied, finding her sister leaning beside her on the balcony rail not a moment later. The Master had dropped a folder on the floor as he was passing Trigger and Rebecca, and could not be bothered to kneel and pick it up himself. Trigger, courteous as always, kneeled to pick it off the floor for him and—
"Mistress Yuna, your mouth." Gatz alerted her.
Yuna wiped the drool from her lower lip and groaned. "Those bulges on his stomach. They're so...strangely mesmerizing. What do you think, Sera?"
"Trigger would survive a fall from the stairs." Sera answered cryptically, spying from her perch on the balcony overlooking Trigger and The Master as they interacted obliviously before her watching eyes. "Curses."
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Post by Dashe on Apr 2, 2015 19:33:35 GMT -5
Hah, Yuna's drooling. I'm surprised it didn't drip on anyone's head from up there.
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Post by Traingham on Jan 31, 2016 17:36:21 GMT -5
007- Two legs
Hlodovic Kilian did not stand out as a warrior in his village, and it was of a popular opinion that he would meet a dull, quiet end on his deathbed with nothing left behind for the coming generations to remember him by. He was painfully aware of this fact, especially on this day when the village elder decided to pair him up with Olivia Bethild for the hunt–the fiercest female warrior of the village and his long time crush since childhood. None of the other young men were ever particularly worried whenever Hlovodic happened to get paired up with one of the especially attractive women for the hunts because they knew he didn't have it in him to leave a lasting positive impression, so while they did see him and Olivia off at the main archway with words of encouragement they didn't truly mean it. It was simply a matter of courtesy—in the coming hundred years they would start telling people to break their legs...for some reason.
Predictably misfortune did meet Hlovodic on the hunt, for while he did his best to keep his composure around Olivia in an effort to project just the sort of demeanor that would catch her eye—if even for a moment—partway through the walk of the woods his right foot fell through a patch of loose soil and he was sent tumbling into a blueberry bramble patch. The berries were extremely ripe on this day, so Hlovodic's coat of leather armor, his helmet, his breeches and his gauntlets were covered in a blue dye so thick that it refused to come off regardless of how hard he wiped at himself.
Olivia had a laugh at his expense, however, her kindness would not allow her to deny the blueberry warrior a helping hand—and in the moment that he grasped her outstretched hand and she found herself pitching forward, she regretted it. The blueberry duo set out from the crushed bramble patch, reduced to a spiny blueberry smoothie from all of the writhing that ensued in their effort to untangle themselves and climb out of the depression, and after taking in the sight of one another they laughed.
"You two may want to turn back. An abhorrent reaver is in the immediate vicinity."
Now it wasn't that Hlovodic and Olivia did not understand the words that were spoken to them as that would have been impossible–Juno made sure to calibrate his speech patterns so that when he spoke their language it was done so with the proper intonation and dialect. No, what gave the two warriors pause was that the person that addressed them was not shackled to the earth by gravity like they were; his (Her? Might it have been a her?) arms were also not attached at the shoulders like theirs were, and the person was clad in a bulky coat of armor that made them appear quite intimidating.
Actually, it might have just been the hands–so large that this individual could have crushed both of their heads if they so pleased, and almost as if to volunteer for a demonstration of the raw savage power of those hands a large mechanical wolf came barreling toward them through the trees, made a lunge for the mysterious purple haired golem and promptly had its head caught in the palm of one of those hands. The hand closed, the reaverbot died, Juno turned to face them with the usual smile and the two warriors cried out.
You might be interested to know that what transpired immediately after this short sequence of events would be recorded in history—the original tablet depicting the event could be found at the main library on Kattelox island. That aside, this isn't the story of how Hlovodic and Olivia became know as the golem hunters at their village, or how they had been wed to each other and went on to lead future hunters toward becoming the first unofficial hunters of abhorrent reaverbots on Terra.
This is the story of how Juno made the brave step of requesting a pair of legs from Mistress Sera so that he could walk among the carbons without being thought of as a monster, and how hundreds of years into the future a young hero in blue digging armor would question why there was a spare body in the wall...because seriously...
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