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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

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Also, reading up on posts and writing one.

EDIT: Posted! Thanks Buns and Michi for your help! 8D

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Reading posts and deciding if this is a cycle or should I wait

I'm really terrible at guessing if this amount of posts make up a cycle. I think if all of you post then that is a cycle? @ u @

@Anon I FREAKING LOVE LESLEY

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Thaum: Coliseum
"I think I just fell for you." Lucien not knowing what to do next struck a silly pose.

Robin blinked twice before an amused smile slowly spread across her features. Well, this was new. After having been treated to “ey baby are you from outer space because your ass is outta this world" negs, somebody actually had the gall to say something (equally cheesy but) less infuriating. She beamed at the summoner after glancing at her friend, instantly making the connection that Lucien was one of the new guys Lute was supposed to tour around; Robin made the split-second decision to tuck a loose curl behind her ear and then waggle her fingers playfully at Lucien. “Good luck getting back on your feet, darling,” She replied mischievously as their group was ushered away by Jeff. She held back a laugh before turning around and heading back to her seat, which had remained empty seeing that she stuck one of her daggers upright on it; a clear challenge to anyone who wanted to steal the space.

Lute listened on carefully as Jeff explained the finer details of the competition. So magic was out, no big deal- “EXCUSE ME!? ‘No big deal’, he says. Oi mister, if I hadn’t been around half of your life, you wouldn’t be alive to see this day! So respect me!” Delilah took his thoughts as though they were barbs dipped in poison and gave the poor man a headache. Although truth be told, he couldn’t fully concentrate what with their team having a half-assed name ("The Blobfish Avengers. Watch out, they’re dangerous,” Delilah accurately joked), and the moniker itself was given by the dude who ordered the poor Ms./Mr. Blobfish for lunch. What a travesty!

He walked over to where the equipment was stored with Aria in tow, and exchanged his jacket for the (eek, smelly!) slightly damp armor, immediately wishing he didn’t as soon as his nose came in contact with the underarm seam. Lute wasn’t sure his mano y mano skills were good enough for him to be entering in this bloodbath, but hey, it was a team effort and maybe he wasn’t going to weigh the others down.

“You know, we could always quit and just eat lunch. I can cook your favorite dish,” The virtuoso told Aria, sweeping his head to the opposite side when he felt the chest armor droop. Wait, it was padded, wasn’t it? Lute twirled to the side only to see cotton balls oozing out of a burst seam on the right side of his waist. He can’t change anymore since there weren’t any more outfits his size, and if he used a clothing size that was bigger he’d take longer to readjust it to his form. Just great. Lute blew his cheeks out in disdain, tried to block out the smell of blood, sweat and body odor, then glanced at Jeff.

Why did the gladiator keep looking at him like he was expecting something? No, worse; like Jeff was comparing Lute with someone else. Someone more badass.

In any case, the lot of them was ushered inside cage number 3. Lute took their entrance seriously, his eyes raking the other nearby cages to see the other teams. Everyone seemed to be burly, and he was just glad they had Moira on their side.

Delilah instantly had his attention pinned to the snarls reverberating from the adjacent cage. He couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but… Lute clapped his hands repeatedly, closing his eyes and building a mental image of the thing(s) in the darkness, which was actually pretty hard since the noises they were making kept messing up his effort. Like a pulse, the sound he created washed over their form, showing him straight, muscled legs, open jaws, upright ears-

“Oh, wolves,” Lute declared. “A pack of them.”
Just if anybody wanted to know.

The gates facing each respective team swung open and indeed, a pack of wolves sprung out, baring their teeth and snapping at the humans.

“Aria, I think lunch is out. Maybe dinner. With my sister? Hopefully we don’t get eaten first,” The virtuoso swung the sword he had chosen and braced.

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Not that drabble horror again. D8

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Yey! I'm glad you got that moment, Pach! 8DDD Heaven knows that only happened to me once, back in the horrible years of Alice spin-offs and Dragon's Dogma fanfiction.

Bad news, Mom moved Happy Laptop Day to May 3. *hysterical sobbing* She saw how excited I was and decided to kill it. Now I know whom I got my evilness from. ; - ;

How is the day? I thought my mom was at home so I cooked food but apparently she wasn't there, so I ran off to the comp shop to wait for our water delivery. Hot hot hot summer here. 8D It's like the heat is pressing itself against your face (in a "SENPAI FECKIN' NOTICE ME DAMN IT" way) when you go out your house.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

I'm guessing Pach needs sleep? D8 Get some sleep, bro bro.

Wooohooo I'm going to get a new laptop this weekend! After years of agony! Okay maybe months. How is everyone? ;>

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

The kingdom of Sol was a beautiful place, and most said that its architecture was modelled after the sun. It was obvious, really; Sol’s structures, from the lower district to the noble sector, all had the emblem of the sun somewhere, be it on the roof or as a manhole cover. The peach-colored cobblestones shone elegantly, giving the streets a dreamy color when sunlight struck the stones, and the light pastel colors worked in wonders with the lemony facades all other houses had. However, war had struck this city of paradise, and now there was ruin festering on the breached side of the city.

The lower district was the first to fall- the dragons have attacked it with so much force and intensity that the outer wall had caved, and now the creatures were marching in as they pleased. The vanguard was trying their best to hold them off, but…

“Team C-3, to the left, occupy Seventh Ray Street!” Somebody screeched and a troop of guards ran towards that avenue, their metal armor clanking loudly and blending in with the screams of the other soldiers from Team C-2 who had encountered a fire-breathing dragon.

“This could be worse,” A tall, lanky soldier cheerfully exclaimed as he patted down the flames coursing down a female soldier’s back. Thankfully they had doused their clothes with water, so none of them were burnt too badly. The dragon was still snapping at the other members of their team, though, so they had to go back to the fight to help their comrades. “Oh shut up, Mons. What’s worse that this!?” The girl screeched, pushed the dude away, then charged at the beast with her sword drawn. “For Sol!”

“Well, it could be an acid-spitting dragon! I heard they have lots of those!” The soldier named Mons called after his teammate before rushing in to help.

“Can you just shut up and help your companions!?” Songbird hollered and threw a piece of dirty gauze at the retreating soldier before turning his attention back to the wounded fighter he was treating. The other guides were helping much as they could, but frankly the three of them (Serenade, Dissonance and him, of course) weren’t good in war stuff, so they were basically just flying around helping in minor stuff. Songbird wished he could do more.

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Meanwhile, waiting by the city gates…

Avian Rider was assigned along with the famed bounty hunter Victoria Sieghart to wait for the humans, and though he was a tolerant man, the current flow of events was wearing his long thread of patience thin. “Where are they?” He asked silently, his calm violet eyes scanning the horizon for a sign of an approaching cat bus. He was tall and had a sinewy build, and there were several blades strapped to his back. If one had to guess, his weapon of choice were the double daggers, although there was something special about the sets he was carrying.

“… I don’t know and I don’t care. They won’t help much anyway; hauling them along is a waste of time. Here we are, two of the best fighters in the kingdom, loitering for a bunch of crying babies who’ll run crying to Delirium at their first bruise,” The fiery-haired lady replied dryly, her smoky gray eyes narrowing in disdain for Her Highness Delirium’s lack of concern for the chaos which has befallen Sol. Like her companion, she had a wiry body and had obviously been through her fair share of battles. She was wearing a belt with leather pouches angling by the side and a deadly-looking whip hung from her slim hips.

Avian smiled at her then gazed back at the distance. “Calm down, Vicky. Once we’re done with them we can fight on the front lines again,” He commented cheerfully before taking notice of a flock of birds rising up from the border forest. “That’s odd, betelgeese don’t migrate until next season. I wonder why they’re flying away?” He muttered and crossed his arms over his chest, a confused expression on his face as he mulled about the preternatural occurrence.

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Posted! 8D

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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Thaum: Streets

“Oi, today ain’t the best day to go beating stuff up. And last time I checked, you’re not an expert in that department. You basically get yo ass whooped like, daily! Oi, oi!” Delilah’s protests were shoved aside when Lute was suddenly greeted by a nearby man. He noticed that this guy had sparks literally jumping off of his skin earlier, and wow that was cool! He wished he could do that too. Lute eagerly grasped Syed’s hand and gave him a firm handshake in return, then his gaze jumped from the friendly stranger to the woman he was with. Oh my.

Delilah whistled appreciatively. “Damn son, she can like, snap your neck with a hand!” The familiar crowed cheerfully and Lute shuddered. That was probably not the best thing he could’ve used to describe Moira, but hey, Dellie beat him to the punch so what could he do? She did exude a formidable air. Like she could snap his neck with a hand.

Lute (accidentally) let out a (manly) squeak when Syed was pulled off his feet for no apparent reason. Was he hurt? “Gosh, you’re stupid. Just tell the lady she gon reach the kindergarten if she keeps walkin’ that a-way,” Delilah muttered and pointed at Moira, who was still walking off to the wrong direction. Once again, the familiar and her remarks were ignored when the virtuoso listened in on the conversation between the brawler woman and Syed, also blissfully aware of the innuendos which could’ve made Robin giggle in glee. Instead Lute refocused on plotting an alternative route towards the Coliseum, replacing plans at a rapidfire pace since the lot of them kept veering off the wrong direction.

He was roused from his thoughts when Syed asked him about his music, the tall man’s inquiry immediately followed by one from a really pretty lady who was a part of their ragtag tourist team.

It was fine to be questioned by a person, but two at once was already overwhelming for Lute, especially since one of them was a stunning woman. Lute turned pink (again) and Delilah hit her face with her palms repeatedly. “Y-yeah, that’s how- I mean, yes that was, uh, me. No, actually it wasn’t me, it was Delilah. She does that by herself, but we work as a team most of the time,” He wrung his hands helplessly then added, “We can make any sort of sound so long as there’s another sound to draw it from. Er, that doesn’t make sense, does it? Just think that uh, well… How do I say this…”

The time Lute spent mulling over the proper way to express himself was long enough for their group to have reached the town square (by some sort of miracle). His attention was once again immediately stolen by mention the grand prize, and the enthusiasm he suddenly possessed was not deterred by Jeff’s odd gaze. Also were Moira and Jeff a thing? But they just met!

“It’s called ‘flirting’, you tool,” Delilah harped.

Anyway. FIVE SACKS OF POTATOES. That’s half a month per sack, which means they would have food for two months and a half! Heck yeah!

“Sign me up!”

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Thaum: Coliseum

Lute stared at Aria in concern when she professed her intention to join. “Well, I’m not saying I doubt your abilities but Aria! Are you sure!?” He reverted back to his mother hen persona, fussing about her scarf, her hair, her skin- Well basically everything that might get bruised. After some beseeching, Lute realized that he wouldn’t be able to sway her decision, so he just sighed sulkily. “Okay then, let’s go think of a team name! Do you have any ideas? Anyone?” He turned towards Amy and Selan, giving the former a shy and surprised smile since he didn’t know she was there, then glanced over at the guy who had the blobfish cooked. Lucien.



Amidst the various warriors trudging along in their heavy armor, a young woman dressed in a navy high waist skirt with a half-open white blouse approached the group, and her lovely face was noticeable in the sea of helmets and scarred noses.

“Lute? What are you doing here?” Robin was nervous, but she had too many years of experience to show that she was. Her gaze raked the group that her friend was with, and her blue-grey eyes slowly widened. “Are you entering the competition?” She asked, half-incredulous.

“Robin! Hi there! Oh yep, yeaaaah I’m joining! I mean, just look! You get five sacks of potatoes if you win! Five sacks! Wow, right!?” The virtuoso turned to face the black-haired lass and enthusiastically gestured in the air.

Robin smiled and tilted her head to the side. “This year’s competition is a group fight. You do know that, yes? I assume you do because you’ve got yourself a pretty sturdy gang right here,” She purred before placing her hands on her hips and leaning forward. “Thing is, sweetie, do you know the rules?”

Lute’s bewildered expression told her he did not (know there were rules).

The bewitching minx laughed warmly and then shook her head. “Typical. All right, listen well. Today, you’re going to fight with your team in one of those cages,” Robin pointed at the railing, and if any wanted to look below, the stadium was completely crisscrossed in metal and bars. Mini cages for respective teams. “All the other teams have their cages too, so they won’t bother you. I guess the only thing you’ve got to worry about is the time limit. You have to defeat as many as you can within a certain time, you know, so wham bam, thank you ma’am them, got that?”

“Wham bam, thank you ma’am. Got it!” Lute nodded nervously and already a bead of sweat was trailing down his nose. He suddenly remembered that he was going to introduce Aria to his lady friend, so he said, “By the way, Robby, this is Ar-“

Lute’s voice was drowned by triumphant hoots and cheers as a gigantic TV was lowered from the ceiling of the coliseum.

“And that screen is where the audience sees who’s a wimp or not,” Robin sighed. The cameramen choose awful moments to zoom in at times. “So, just feel free to sit down if you’re not going to join. Free seats tend to run out very fast in this place,” She smiled again before tucking her hands behind her back.

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Hey guys, I'm posting today. Sorry for the delay ; - ;