MCP-30/Blast to the Past ((For Bits))
Apr 10, 2016 0:43:27 GMT
Post by Gallatin on Apr 10, 2016 0:43:27 GMT
Griever was having a really bad day to say the least. He sighed as he bent down his straw hat and tucked his sword behind his long, white kimono. There was nobody really to blame for it besides himself though. He was a samurai for hire that specialized in body guard work, sometimes delving into the work of assassinry occasionally. If he didn’t work for his money, he couldn’t afford meals; which was precisely the predicament he was in at the moment.
Griever was blowing the remaining money he had drinking his troubles away, occasionally scratching at his scraggly, shadow of a beard. He seemed to fall into that habit often. If he wasn’t scavenging for work, he was finding some excuse for drinking his troubles away. Now however, it seemed like today would be one to change his habits.
A strange looking man in black clothes, the likes of which he had never seen before, walked up to him while he was dousing his stomach in alcoholic fluids. The man was wearing some sort of shining, black metal over his eyes that obscured them and rested on his ears. He also was holding a black box by a handle, which was also chained to his arm. Nevertheless, Griever was cautious about whoever this person was.
Normally, whenever someone bothers him during his drinking time, he would just pull back a part of his kimono and show his sword to scare them off. He did so to this guy, but all he did was just nod at him then pull another weird, metal box from his pocket. “It’s him.” The man said into it before opening the box that was chained to his arm. He pulled out some sort of blue metal box thing, then set it on the Griever’s table before turning around to leave.
In his drunk confusion, Griever responded as rationally as he could. “Heeeeeya, punk. Whatcha thin ya doooin *HICUP*. Dumpin yur trash on my taaaaable.” He screamed at the man as he casually walked off and out of the bar. “Heeeeeeeeeey! I’m TAALKIN TO YOOOUUU. *HICUP*” Any other day, Griever would have gotten up and pounded that guy into a bloody pulp for messing up his drinking time… but now he was just too tired. He leaned back into the chair and drained the rest of his drink before picking the strange object off of the table.
It felt like it was made of some kind of metal, but it definitely wasn’t steel. Maybe copper? Either way, Griever got pretty hopeful when he pocketed it and left the bar. Maybe he could pawn it off for a lot of money! Already feeling pretty good about himself, Griever stumbled off into the night.
When he finally got to the village’s pawn shop, he was disappointed to find it was closed for the night. “Damn. Guess another day of sleeping in the alley.” Griever cursed under his breath. He began walking to his usual spot when a flash of lightning struck the spot where he was walking, almost killing him. “HOLY HELL!?” He yelled before stumbling backwards. Before he knew it, it began pouring like crazy, snapping him out of his drunken trance. He held his hat down as he ran to find some cover from the storm, but found no such place. Even the bar he had just been drinking his troubles away at was closed now.
Griever’s life sucked, and he knew it. He was a damn good Samurai, but with nobody hiring him and him being dirt poor, that didn’t matter. Griever dug the blue metal box from his pocket preparing to throw it to satisfy some of his anger. As he would up to sling it as far as he could, it suddenly began vibrating! Scared out of his mind, Griever dropped the box onto the ground. Drops of rain covered it as it began emitting some sort of bright light in the black of night! “What the hell is this thing…” Griever questioned, cautiously approaching the box. He picked up the strange flashing box, to see what it was doing.
The light formed some sort of beam that was pointing somewhere, no matter which way he faced while holding it. Mesmerized by it, Griever stepped into the soggy dirt road when some sort of child wearing a cloak crashed into him. Catching himself before he fell into the mud, Griever got incredibly angry, pulling the kid off of the ground and holding him up to his face. “Look kid. I’ve had a rough day, and you just pulled shit on the… wrong… guy…”
He paused mid sentence, as the light from his box pointed to the child’s face, illuminating it. It had the features of some sort of young green wolf, except standing like a person. It had flowing green fur except for 2 glowing red circles on its forehead that were touching each other. The thing that Griever focused on more though, was the fact that the wolf-child was crying… “P-please help me… sir… please help me.” It spoke in, true to his first guess, the voice of a child. The wolf-boy shivered as Griever slowly let it down.
“What… W-what are you?” Griever asked the kid while setting it down, the hood of the kid’s clothes pulled down to reveal it also had spiked, wolf ears also. The child opened its mouth as if to answer before a howling pierced through the night, along the road. The child jumped as it scrambled to hide behind Griever’s legs.
It started crying even harder now, Griever still confused on what to do, as it clung on harder to his legs. “Please don’t let them take me!” The child-wolf cried out. Griever looked towards where the child was pointing, where 2 creatures emerged from the night.
One was some sort of orange reptile creature that was also standing like a human. It had blue stripes along its back and tail, along with a brown head covering that covered its head and horns while also showing its piercing, animal eyes. The other creature looked like some sort of demon. It was a freakishly tall humanoid, monster; with wings, horns, and eyes like that of a devil. It’s skin was blacker than the darkness it emitted and its’ glare was only put off more than its evil, spiked grin.
The devil creature was the first to speak, in a very fitting and demonic voice. “Give Chronamon to us human.” It spoke, while flashing its claws. “Then we will leave you unharmed human.” Contrary to what they were saying though, Griever felt that these creatures probably wouldn’t keep their part of the bargain even if he did give them the now freaking out, and crying child-wolf-thing.
Griever pushed up his straw hat, and smirked at the creatures. It wasn’t every day that someone decided to challenge him to a fight. In the blink of a second, he drew his sword from behind his soaking kimono and held it at ready to fight the creatures. “Look. You all look like reasonable freaks of nature, so I’ll cut YOU a deal.” He said, while cautiously holding his sword in front of him, completely still. “If you leave now, then I won’t kill yo-“
Before he could finish, the reptile monster opened its mouth, a giant ball of fire spewing from it and firing directly at Griever. He kicked the boy to the side as he dove out of the way of the fire breath the orange reptile fired at him. “I guess that’s a no then.” Griever thought to himself as he rolled onto his feet from his dive before rushing at the creature. It fired another ball of fire at Griever, but he dodged out of the way and continued his charge before completely closing the distance between them and driving his sword directly into the beast’s chest….
Griever’s eyes widened in shock as his previously thought unbreakable sword did just that… break… As the blade snapped completely in half upon contact with the beast, it swung around to slap him with its tail. Griever felt one of his ribs crack as he was smashed into the wall of one of the buildings, nearly breaking it down. “Gack!” He spit out blood as his eyesight wavered. The monster roared with laughter as it began firing fireballs at every other house, burning down the village while it ironically flooded with rain. The child Griever had been trying to protect ran over to him and crouched beside him as Griever slowly felt his consciousness waver…
“No… please don’t die sir… please…” The tears of the child they had called “Chronamon” fell onto Griever’s hand which held his sword… For some reason though, his eyesight cleared. He felt his strength come back as a light shined from his pocket. He reached in and pulled out the glowing box from before… it flew out of his hand and onto his broken sword, where it merged with it and turned it into a new one with a glowing blue blade that illuminated the night.
Not questioning his luck, Griever gripped his new sword as he stood up. The kid called Chronamon wiped away his tears and wore a grin before grabbing onto Griever’s arms…
“What… what are you doing?” He asked before Chronamon closed his green, furry eyes. The world around them froze, it was completely silent, and the rain drops stopped falling, but hung in midair. Everything was bathed in some sort of purple tint. Griever couldn’t tell what was even happening. When Chronamon opened its eyes, they were shining purple with a light that pierced the darkness.
“Quick, sir! Now’s the time to strike while they can’t move!” He shouted at Griever before pushing him forward with incredible strength. Griever caught himself as he broke into a sprint, bending low before preparing his blade to use on the orange beast. The new, glowing sword felt so light in his grip, yet still firm enough to maneuver easily.
The purple tint around him faded as he heard Chronamon collapse behind him. “HAHAHAH-Wait… What the He-“ The orange beast yelled out as Griever was an inch away from him. It was too late though. Griever drove his sword forwards as he ran directly by the reptilian monster, still continuing on as he attempted to strike the Devil man also. The surprised Demon caught his new blade In between his giant claws, to which Griever’s battle instincts took over. Once his blade was trapped, Griever switched to a backwards grip and drove the sword farther into a downward slash, cutting the Devil Creature’s hand clean off in the process.
“GAAAAH!!! YOU PITIFUL WORM! HOW DARE YOU HURT ME!” The creature screamed into the night as his detached hand burst into some sort of symbols and disappeared into the air. Behind Griever, the orange reptile did not even utter a word, as it slowly turned its head downward. Before he could speak, the creature’s expression became completely blank and its eye dilated as the entire top half of its torso slowly slid off of its lower half on a downward line. It briefly hit the wet dirt before both halves burst into symbols and disappeared also. The Devil creature clutched its stump hand as it spread its wings and hovered above the ground, a look on its face as if it wanted nothing more than to rip Griever to shreds. “You fool. GACK! I’ll make sure you and Chronamon are deleted! I will return with hundreds of forces and you shall never sleep again!!!” He flew into the sky as it seemingly ripped open. The Devil man flew through the rip before it closed just as quickly.
Griever knelt onto the ground as his rib began hurting again, the flames around him slowly being extinguished by the fierce rain storm. Chronamon ran up to him and helped him up to a standing position. “Heh. Thanks kid…” He said, before sheathing his sword.
“No, it is I who should be thanking you sir…” Chronamon said, his eyes beaming as he looked at the sword Griever had acquired. “It seems also that you are my partner, sir. I don’t mean to be rude, and I know it’s sudden… but would it be okay if I stayed with you sir!?” He asked the question, a fierce look in his eyes.
Griever smirked to himself, before ruffling the child-thing’s head. “Heh. You’ve got guts kid, I’ll give ya that.” He said, before dusting off his Kimono and pulling down his hat. “I don't know anything about any partners, but sure, I guess. I haven’t gotten any work recently, so I can be your body guard for a while. Hey, ya better pay though.” Griever chuckled before hoisting the child onto his shoulders and walking away from the still faintly smoking village. “My name’s Griever by the way…. “
“Griever Gallatin Monado.”
Griever was blowing the remaining money he had drinking his troubles away, occasionally scratching at his scraggly, shadow of a beard. He seemed to fall into that habit often. If he wasn’t scavenging for work, he was finding some excuse for drinking his troubles away. Now however, it seemed like today would be one to change his habits.
A strange looking man in black clothes, the likes of which he had never seen before, walked up to him while he was dousing his stomach in alcoholic fluids. The man was wearing some sort of shining, black metal over his eyes that obscured them and rested on his ears. He also was holding a black box by a handle, which was also chained to his arm. Nevertheless, Griever was cautious about whoever this person was.
Normally, whenever someone bothers him during his drinking time, he would just pull back a part of his kimono and show his sword to scare them off. He did so to this guy, but all he did was just nod at him then pull another weird, metal box from his pocket. “It’s him.” The man said into it before opening the box that was chained to his arm. He pulled out some sort of blue metal box thing, then set it on the Griever’s table before turning around to leave.
In his drunk confusion, Griever responded as rationally as he could. “Heeeeeya, punk. Whatcha thin ya doooin *HICUP*. Dumpin yur trash on my taaaaable.” He screamed at the man as he casually walked off and out of the bar. “Heeeeeeeeeey! I’m TAALKIN TO YOOOUUU. *HICUP*” Any other day, Griever would have gotten up and pounded that guy into a bloody pulp for messing up his drinking time… but now he was just too tired. He leaned back into the chair and drained the rest of his drink before picking the strange object off of the table.
It felt like it was made of some kind of metal, but it definitely wasn’t steel. Maybe copper? Either way, Griever got pretty hopeful when he pocketed it and left the bar. Maybe he could pawn it off for a lot of money! Already feeling pretty good about himself, Griever stumbled off into the night.
When he finally got to the village’s pawn shop, he was disappointed to find it was closed for the night. “Damn. Guess another day of sleeping in the alley.” Griever cursed under his breath. He began walking to his usual spot when a flash of lightning struck the spot where he was walking, almost killing him. “HOLY HELL!?” He yelled before stumbling backwards. Before he knew it, it began pouring like crazy, snapping him out of his drunken trance. He held his hat down as he ran to find some cover from the storm, but found no such place. Even the bar he had just been drinking his troubles away at was closed now.
Griever’s life sucked, and he knew it. He was a damn good Samurai, but with nobody hiring him and him being dirt poor, that didn’t matter. Griever dug the blue metal box from his pocket preparing to throw it to satisfy some of his anger. As he would up to sling it as far as he could, it suddenly began vibrating! Scared out of his mind, Griever dropped the box onto the ground. Drops of rain covered it as it began emitting some sort of bright light in the black of night! “What the hell is this thing…” Griever questioned, cautiously approaching the box. He picked up the strange flashing box, to see what it was doing.
The light formed some sort of beam that was pointing somewhere, no matter which way he faced while holding it. Mesmerized by it, Griever stepped into the soggy dirt road when some sort of child wearing a cloak crashed into him. Catching himself before he fell into the mud, Griever got incredibly angry, pulling the kid off of the ground and holding him up to his face. “Look kid. I’ve had a rough day, and you just pulled shit on the… wrong… guy…”
He paused mid sentence, as the light from his box pointed to the child’s face, illuminating it. It had the features of some sort of young green wolf, except standing like a person. It had flowing green fur except for 2 glowing red circles on its forehead that were touching each other. The thing that Griever focused on more though, was the fact that the wolf-child was crying… “P-please help me… sir… please help me.” It spoke in, true to his first guess, the voice of a child. The wolf-boy shivered as Griever slowly let it down.
“What… W-what are you?” Griever asked the kid while setting it down, the hood of the kid’s clothes pulled down to reveal it also had spiked, wolf ears also. The child opened its mouth as if to answer before a howling pierced through the night, along the road. The child jumped as it scrambled to hide behind Griever’s legs.
It started crying even harder now, Griever still confused on what to do, as it clung on harder to his legs. “Please don’t let them take me!” The child-wolf cried out. Griever looked towards where the child was pointing, where 2 creatures emerged from the night.
One was some sort of orange reptile creature that was also standing like a human. It had blue stripes along its back and tail, along with a brown head covering that covered its head and horns while also showing its piercing, animal eyes. The other creature looked like some sort of demon. It was a freakishly tall humanoid, monster; with wings, horns, and eyes like that of a devil. It’s skin was blacker than the darkness it emitted and its’ glare was only put off more than its evil, spiked grin.
The devil creature was the first to speak, in a very fitting and demonic voice. “Give Chronamon to us human.” It spoke, while flashing its claws. “Then we will leave you unharmed human.” Contrary to what they were saying though, Griever felt that these creatures probably wouldn’t keep their part of the bargain even if he did give them the now freaking out, and crying child-wolf-thing.
Griever pushed up his straw hat, and smirked at the creatures. It wasn’t every day that someone decided to challenge him to a fight. In the blink of a second, he drew his sword from behind his soaking kimono and held it at ready to fight the creatures. “Look. You all look like reasonable freaks of nature, so I’ll cut YOU a deal.” He said, while cautiously holding his sword in front of him, completely still. “If you leave now, then I won’t kill yo-“
Before he could finish, the reptile monster opened its mouth, a giant ball of fire spewing from it and firing directly at Griever. He kicked the boy to the side as he dove out of the way of the fire breath the orange reptile fired at him. “I guess that’s a no then.” Griever thought to himself as he rolled onto his feet from his dive before rushing at the creature. It fired another ball of fire at Griever, but he dodged out of the way and continued his charge before completely closing the distance between them and driving his sword directly into the beast’s chest….
Griever’s eyes widened in shock as his previously thought unbreakable sword did just that… break… As the blade snapped completely in half upon contact with the beast, it swung around to slap him with its tail. Griever felt one of his ribs crack as he was smashed into the wall of one of the buildings, nearly breaking it down. “Gack!” He spit out blood as his eyesight wavered. The monster roared with laughter as it began firing fireballs at every other house, burning down the village while it ironically flooded with rain. The child Griever had been trying to protect ran over to him and crouched beside him as Griever slowly felt his consciousness waver…
“No… please don’t die sir… please…” The tears of the child they had called “Chronamon” fell onto Griever’s hand which held his sword… For some reason though, his eyesight cleared. He felt his strength come back as a light shined from his pocket. He reached in and pulled out the glowing box from before… it flew out of his hand and onto his broken sword, where it merged with it and turned it into a new one with a glowing blue blade that illuminated the night.
Not questioning his luck, Griever gripped his new sword as he stood up. The kid called Chronamon wiped away his tears and wore a grin before grabbing onto Griever’s arms…
“What… what are you doing?” He asked before Chronamon closed his green, furry eyes. The world around them froze, it was completely silent, and the rain drops stopped falling, but hung in midair. Everything was bathed in some sort of purple tint. Griever couldn’t tell what was even happening. When Chronamon opened its eyes, they were shining purple with a light that pierced the darkness.
“Quick, sir! Now’s the time to strike while they can’t move!” He shouted at Griever before pushing him forward with incredible strength. Griever caught himself as he broke into a sprint, bending low before preparing his blade to use on the orange beast. The new, glowing sword felt so light in his grip, yet still firm enough to maneuver easily.
The purple tint around him faded as he heard Chronamon collapse behind him. “HAHAHAH-Wait… What the He-“ The orange beast yelled out as Griever was an inch away from him. It was too late though. Griever drove his sword forwards as he ran directly by the reptilian monster, still continuing on as he attempted to strike the Devil man also. The surprised Demon caught his new blade In between his giant claws, to which Griever’s battle instincts took over. Once his blade was trapped, Griever switched to a backwards grip and drove the sword farther into a downward slash, cutting the Devil Creature’s hand clean off in the process.
“GAAAAH!!! YOU PITIFUL WORM! HOW DARE YOU HURT ME!” The creature screamed into the night as his detached hand burst into some sort of symbols and disappeared into the air. Behind Griever, the orange reptile did not even utter a word, as it slowly turned its head downward. Before he could speak, the creature’s expression became completely blank and its eye dilated as the entire top half of its torso slowly slid off of its lower half on a downward line. It briefly hit the wet dirt before both halves burst into symbols and disappeared also. The Devil creature clutched its stump hand as it spread its wings and hovered above the ground, a look on its face as if it wanted nothing more than to rip Griever to shreds. “You fool. GACK! I’ll make sure you and Chronamon are deleted! I will return with hundreds of forces and you shall never sleep again!!!” He flew into the sky as it seemingly ripped open. The Devil man flew through the rip before it closed just as quickly.
Griever knelt onto the ground as his rib began hurting again, the flames around him slowly being extinguished by the fierce rain storm. Chronamon ran up to him and helped him up to a standing position. “Heh. Thanks kid…” He said, before sheathing his sword.
“No, it is I who should be thanking you sir…” Chronamon said, his eyes beaming as he looked at the sword Griever had acquired. “It seems also that you are my partner, sir. I don’t mean to be rude, and I know it’s sudden… but would it be okay if I stayed with you sir!?” He asked the question, a fierce look in his eyes.
Griever smirked to himself, before ruffling the child-thing’s head. “Heh. You’ve got guts kid, I’ll give ya that.” He said, before dusting off his Kimono and pulling down his hat. “I don't know anything about any partners, but sure, I guess. I haven’t gotten any work recently, so I can be your body guard for a while. Hey, ya better pay though.” Griever chuckled before hoisting the child onto his shoulders and walking away from the still faintly smoking village. “My name’s Griever by the way…. “
“Griever Gallatin Monado.”
