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Re: MR War Arc: NO1SY
« Reply #15 on: August 13, 2020, 07:06:20 PM »
Ah yes... always thought the Hamatora Project creators should have paid me royalties for putting me in their anime! Nah in all seriousness I love Hamatora, great show and Nice has a super cool power and mechanism for activating it.

For the guy in the blue hoodie, I just needed an old resident of the Manga Artists' District. I went onto the the Manga Art Gallery board, picked an OLD thread at random, and kept going until I found a humanoid avatar. I believe this person was "Mancraw". Whoever they are, I hope they don't mind me portraying them as a drunkard in these hard times... Show him some love despite his last appearance being back in 2013!


Top notch descrptions as always. Makes the city real feel solid and stuff. Also it's getting easier imagining your music powers because you reminded me of an anime with the awesome concept.... HAMATORA!


Thank you for the kind words. A goal of this project for me at least was to flesh out some of the less explored worldbuilding details, and to more explicitly build a picture of the desert and the city. Like you said, just making sure that MangaRaiders and the desert feel solid and tangible, as well as lived in and breathing. I think NO1SY has a distinctly useful perspective in this regard as he is coming to MangaRaiders from the outside and able to observe the city on a macroscopic level first from a distance, compared to everyone else who is experiencing the city in a very localised way on the inside. Anyways, hopefully I'm doing it all justice!


About NO1SY's powers
I came to realise that I had to trim down NO1SY's powers again, so that it could be easier to describe and understand for other writers.

So basically NO1SY's body experiences physiological effects based on how music he hears makes him feel. Fast music makes him feel energetic and quick; heavy music makes him feel powerful and intense; soft music makes him feel light and pillowy etc.

I wanted a distinct habit for how he initiates the use of his powers - making adjustments in music terminology (kinda music production/engineering terminology really).

Also I made sure that overuse results in consequences as they are pseudo-physiological effects - Fast music can result in his muscles spasming and siezing; heavy music causes his body to overheat; soft music results in vertigo or dizziness etc.

I can build on all of this quite extensively in theory, but realistically I think NO1SY will only have one more type of effect at this point, and that is that technical music increases his mental faculties temporarily. Then it will just be a case of combining the effects in useful ways to overcome different obstacles.

Thanks again!
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« Reply #16 on: September 14, 2020, 04:25:19 PM »
It only took 2 weeks longer than planned... but lets bring this thing in for a landing shall we!?

CHAPTER 6: VANTAGE
Vantage

"Sigh…"
   The expressed dejection was long and audible as NO1SY watched yet another building crumble. The degradation was eating further and further into the city. It was an indication that the place was in decline. During times of growth, MangaRaiders would manifest new structures on the fringes, while the towers in the inner city would be built just a bit taller, for every new resident that joined and new idea they brought. But there was another side to this dynamism. With the occupation by 4Kids and their efforts to pillage and raze MangaRaiders, they had managed to put a stop to this endless expansion. They had succeeded in both driving out a lot of those who had once called the city their home, forcing them into hiding or submission, as well as warning off anyone new who might have once considered moving into the community.
   It was a lazy late afternoon in MangaRaiders. NO1SY leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the railing of the abandoned guard tower that he now claimed as his vantage point, overlooking the fields of devastation. He hummed a bluesy melody and tapped along lightly on his thigh. The Lost Chorus had long since moved on from this outer strata of the districts, consolidating their resources into maintaining their iron grasp on what remained of the inner regions of the city. His stomach rumbled angrily. Not even bloody rats caused trouble out here anymore.
   Life in MangaRaiders had gone from bright and exciting polyrhythm with flourishes of madness and beauty, to a dull and sluggish thump, barely keeping time. NO1SY had to resist the urge to sit himself in that pocket. It would be too easy to give in to inaction. Already the days were blurring into one another. Scout, scavenge, eat, sleep, repeat. It had been nearly a month and he needed something to shake things up soon.
   "Luckily it’s about time for my daily dose of motivation!" He remarked to himself with a long, satisfying stretch before tapping the headphones slung around his neck. Switching to loud-speaker mode, they fuzzed to life and the familiar, deadpan, weirdly haughty voice of 3.0 slowly cut through the static.
  “Bsssshhhhhh…. -nother drab day under the oppressive, warty thumb of martial occupation. Well, you think that’s bad? Try having an antenna as your only appendage! Ba dum tish!” NO1SY never understood these kinds of comments, but he never thought much of it. 3.0 was… idiosyncratic, to put it lightly. “However, dear listeners, do not fear, for the gears of resistance turn ever faster. When they reach terminal velocity, the results will be SPECTACULAR! The rug will be swept from beneath their superfluously polished boots. The illusion of order shall be so undeniably shaken that…”
   The ramblings would continue in this vein for a while, as they had for the few weeks he had been here. Strong words. Fighting words. Unnecessarily eccentric words… NO1SY almost couldn’t help but believe them. But as per usual, the stark surrounding view slapped the hope right out of his head. He had been unable to catch wind of this “resistance” that 3.0 promised was out there. There had been no indications of a militia group. No explosions anywhere of note. There was no rioting in the streets. Not even a damned flier with a corny slogan. During an afternoon of scouting NO1SY stumbled upon a burnt out crater in a more industrialised region of the city’s General District. But his optimism was shot down when exploration of available information sources told that the cause was nothing more than an unfortunately catastrophic gas leak that happened back in the spring. And so, NO1SY just leaned back and let the familiar ramblings wash over him, reminiscing about a time when he sat across the table from the peculiar MR Radio host and struggled to choke down his laughter.
   “... I wonder where she is now, that dear satellite. We had a beautiful summer fling before she launched past the stratosphere. Mind you, she was quite crass; a quarter second delay would probably do her some good to think about her words before she says them...” There was nothing quite like a 3.0 tangent. “... Anyways, top secret surveillance satellite or not, be aware, dear listeners, that someone is watching. Waiting. And when they return: Heads. Will. Roll… BA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Get it!? Get it guys!? Hey! Where are you going!? That was a good one!...
Here’s three hours of silence as performed by the miserable remnants of the mime infestation of XX15…”  NO1SY was left with an eyebrow raised and more than a few questions, but who would he ask them to if not brick dust on the wind.
   After a few ponderous moments NO1SY swung his legs off the railings and stood from his chair. He unwound the knots in his back and shoulders, mentally preparing himself to face the next of his evening excursions into the inner city. They were beginning to wear on him though. Sneaking through miles of broken streets, avoiding the watchful eyes of the sentries, was tough enough. Having to hide in the shadows of alleys from faces he recognised was near heartbreaking.
   But they all wore the looks of the destitute and defeated. Most were now subject to forced labour positions in either asset redistribution or data mining. Some 4Kids had other plans for. Last week, NO1SY had slipped into a side door leading to the kitchens of a speakeasy-style bar to loot for food. Through the windowed pass, he watched in horror as THE Manimal stood on stage strumming a gaudy guitar that wasn’t plugged in, tears streaming down his face, while being forced to sing the 4Kids One Piece opening rap song over and over again for a crowd of smirking off-duty soldiers.
   “... L-A-D-Y, Nami’s not shy…” NO1SY had cringed at every unironic letter. Now he was beginning to think that no one had escaped this vapid hell.
   He was about to turn towards the ladder down, when a peculiar sound played on the dry and stagnant breeze. It was a sound he hadn’t heard for quite some time, and it warmed NO1SY to his core as it grew more distinct the closer it came.
   It was a casual conversation.
   "’Ello ‘ello…?" NO1SY could barely contain his anticipation. Keeping low and out of sight, NO1SY gazed down upon the two figures who steadily clambered their ways through the broken labyrinth below. He had to strain to hear make out the words.
   "I’m just saying, if you really think about it… damned rubble… Byleth is the true Mom of the Blue Lions. Who needs Mercedes!?" Of course Devola had found a way to play the latest JRPG during a martial occupation!
   "That is quite the picture…" came Echo’s response as she squeezed through a collapsed doorway. Even as high up as he was, NO1SY could tell that she was half rolling her eyes, and half actually considering compositions. "Ouch!" A splinter of jagged wood from the doorframe sliced through Echo’s arm as she passed. Blood splattered onto the dirt, and they stopped while Devola rummaged through his large backpack to find a bandage. "I liked this hoodie…" Echo mourned over her torn sleeve.
   "I don’t know how you’ve managed all of this physical activity in a long-sleeve sweater anyway!" Devola retorted as he wrapped her arm.
   War had not been kind to them. Their hair was long and unkempt and their clothes were scuffed and stained. They were also packing. Both were decked in (presumably scavenged) combat vests, bandoleers and ammo belts, assault rifles, and they each hauled a long sledgehammer. If NO1SY didn’t know them he would have assumed two hobos had mistaken a military depot for a jewelry store. Devola lugged the pack back onto his shoulders and put a hand to his stomach.
   "I am so bored of boiled beans…" complained Devola, "I would kill for a pizza… ya’ know, I bet Kite’s the kinda person to stash canned pizza…"
   "There is no way that’s a thing…" They took the last few steps towards the shell of a large building complex. It was a rarity in that it still structurally resembled a building, only one that was punched with as many holes as swiss cheese.
   "It better be… this is the fifteenth wall we are hitting today and I’m hungry as heck!” They disappeared through the doorway into the no-doubt nightmare of interior design that most of MangaRaiders’ buildings ascribed to.
   NO1SY was beaming.
   Nearly three years of solitude, months and months of searching and worry, now weeks of despair, finally over. There were Raiders who had escaped. He had found friends.
   Why had he hidden? He should’ve got their attention. Shouted out a greeting. Damn he was out of practice with socialising… I’ve gotta catch up to them, he thought, ignoring the mild butterflies in his stomach and pushing himself up from prone. No sooner had NO1SY clambered to his feet, than he froze once more.
   "Oh darn it…" he muttered under his breath, although it felt… wrong. A patrol of eight heavily armed soldiers, clad in black that stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the broken concrete, stalked through the streets. They were one-hundred feet off from the collapsed doorway, which was now highlighted with a fresh pool of blood, and heading towards it. Even with the veritable maze of rubble, there was no way that a well trained patrol would miss something so obvious. The Raiders hadn’t exactly been quiet either. He hadn’t seen a proper patrol out here in weeks. This was more likely a hunt.
   NO1SY peered over at the complex that his friends had entered. He wanted badly to join them, to see the looks on their faces as he waltzed in for a reunion after so long. Maybe they were part of the resistance that 3.0 kept yammering on about.
   NO1SY allowed his shoulders to slump for all of a second, before he turned in the direction of the soldiers.
   "I was never so overtly rebellious anyways…" Already in motion, he slipped on his headphones and gave them a tap. He felt the breeze catch him as he soared to the next closest intact rooftop. His boots barely tapped the ground before he bounded off again, this time skimming lightly along the side of a barely standing wall. He deftly leapt to-and-fro above the eroding jungle, until he was almost right on top of the troops. With one final weightless spring, NO1SY leapt high into the air. He tapped his headphones once more. "Shuffle"
   Mass surged within him to match the heft of the jackhammer beat, sending NO1SY careening back down to the ground. His blow cracked a small crater into the street, sending an eruption of dust into the air, throwing one soldier into a wall and leaving two others flattened beneath him. Seems a little weak...? Regardless, that got the rest’s attention. Their rifle barrels snapped towards him in a typical “shoot now, ask questions later” kind of greeting. But the progressive song structure and provocative concept had already taken effect.
   NO1SY felt the purity of focus, like crystal clear water. He felt fluid, and changeable like the sea. Tiny details flowed easily through his mind. The group had spread into a semicircle formation before him, with an average of a six foot, eight inches radius. The assailant to his far left was readying a full second and a quarter faster than the rest of his team. The wall behind him was ready to topple. NO1SY was already tucking into a roll towards him. Launching out of the tumble with a bat of his palm, he knocked the muzzle to the side and heard the shot crack off over his shoulder. Someone grunted behind him. As the music transitioned into a thumbing breakdown, NO1SY swung his fists powerfully to the beat, sending the gunman flying into the precarious wall. In a split second, an avalanche of bricks buried another man and sent the next closest stumbling for cover. Before the dust had even settled, NO1SY had kicked a slab from the pile into the guy’s jaw with such force that the brick itself burst on impact.
   NO1SY was already riding the speed of tremolo picking across the diameter of the battlefield. Bullets zipped past him and sparked at the concrete at his feet. But he was too fast. NO1SY leapt into a jumping roundhouse kick, which caught the soldier in the side of the helmet and sent him down to eat dirt.
   "Oooooooh that hurt..." he complained, bending down to rub his bruised shin. He was next to the body that had taken the bullet. There’s no blood? What is going on? Before he could ponder further, a groan to his right alerted him to a soldier (the one who was knocked away from the crater) coming to. The man clumsily pushed himself up the wall and fumbled to bring his gun up. Without hesitation, NO1SY whipped his handgun from his leg holster and…
   A BANG! echoed across the empty district sky...

   NO1SY stood there looking completely bewildered by what had just transpired. Then, when it all clicked, he quickly bubbled into anger. He had spent too long just going through the motions while under the weight of 4Kids’ oppressive hold on the city.
   "Oh no no no! No one gets to censor me without my bloody permission!" He fired off his gun again. Then again. And again and again and again and again. Each violent CRACK wrestled the gaping, gory hole in the soldier’s chest further into focus, which itself was a scope to the viscous, bloody, boney soup that splattered the concrete behind. "Much better."
   A little red light blinked on the side of the soldier’s helmet, right above a small lense. They had seen him. More would come. Echo and Devola were probably still nearby. Guess I’m the distraction... He could already feel his body protesting the upcoming afternoon of very big cat and very tiny mouse. NO1SY sneered at the camera.
   And he gave his viewers a huge middle finger.




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Re: MR War Arc: NO1SY
« Reply #17 on: September 14, 2020, 05:45:15 PM »
And it has landed! Congrats on wrapping this chapter up! I look forward to the epilogue when you're ready for me! It's always a pleasure to help a fellow writer out.

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« Reply #18 on: September 14, 2020, 06:51:10 PM »
I meant to say a huge thank you to you Coryn throughout this whole project! Would not have been nearly as good to write or put out there without your input.

I look forward to rounding this out with the epilogue and then to working with everyone on the next stages of MR War Arc!

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« Reply #19 on: September 14, 2020, 08:17:55 PM »
True, lol.

All told though. Even though the project is behind schedule, it's been a really rewarding experience to collaborate on this side story of yours. If only all our collaboration projects over the years had gone as smooth.

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« Reply #20 on: September 15, 2020, 05:07:18 AM »
Yeah... would have been so much more productive on the story front!

Well... here's hoping that there are many more successful collaborations to come!


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« Reply #21 on: September 29, 2020, 05:00:53 PM »
So, to truly move things on for the next stages of War Arc, I send this project off with an Epilogue.

EPILOGUE: DISTRACTION
Distraction

The drone buzzed like an angry hornet as it scanned the alleyway. Darkened by a cloudy late-summer night, NO1SY sunk low and kept as still as he could in the pile of bin bags that sat next to an overflowing dumpster. It smelled… ripe.
   Before long, the whine of the propellers grew distant as the drone moved on to rejoin the swarm over the city streets. NO1SY burst from the garbage pile with a gasp.
   "Echo, Devola, you best be bloody thankful…" he shuddered as he removed a newspaper page from his neck. It was soggy with bin juice. "I think I’m gonna throw up."
   Hundreds of boots marching on asphalt beat a far-off drumroll through the streets, but for now NO1SY was in the clear. And good thing too; he was exhausted from the chase, and he felt the beginnings of a particularly nasty headache coming on. He had kept a constant playlist of tech and prog going, giving him the mental edge he needed to stay ahead of his pursuers, not to mention to make up for his terrible sense of direction. Now, it was all catching up to him. Frankly his whole body felt out of whack.
   But he had one last task for the night and this is exactly where he had wanted to do it.
   He reached into his combat pack, and retrieved a can of spray paint. He had looted it from an untouched cache of artist’s supplies during an excursion to the district. It hadn’t been particularly well hidden, but who really cared about paint and pens when you were at war?
   Without even the moon watching, NO1SY set to work spraying the alley wall.
   He was, to say the least, out of practice when it came to artistic endeavors. But he managed better than cave scrawls. That said, the individual whose attention NO1SY was trying to catch didn’t have the most discerning of tastes… so he decided not to spend too much extra time fussing over the details.
When he stepped back to shine a light on his work he was greeted with a passable, bright pink image. A chibi nekomimi stared at him with big doe-eyes and perky cat ears.
   "I think that’s moe enough!"
   The large chest was a bit tacked on though… didn’t really sensually whisper “lewd” as much as it just giggled it like a prepubescent teen. But, again, it would do. They weren’t for the cultural enrichment for the art-seeking public, just a trail of breadcrumbs for an old friend of… eccentric appetites. Quickly, NO1SY added the next morsel: a speech bubble containing an “A”. This was the eighth cat-girl he had tagged a wall with.
   With that, the most exciting day since NO1SY had returned to MangaRaiders was over. A long, unflattering yawn took hold of him, evidence that he was spent. He turned to leave the alley and begin his meandering walk back to his base, when, all of a sudden, he received a slap to the face and everything went white.

   NO1SY ripped away the piece of paper that clung across his grimace. These random attacks by parchment were beginning to wear thin. There wasn’t even any wind, how did it blow into his face!?
   A piercing ringing nearly gave NO1SY a heart attack. Behind him stood a bright red telephone box stood in the alleyway, where it definitely had not been before. He flinched everytime the phone blared out, disturbing the quiet of the night.
   "Bizarre…" he grumbled, cautiously opening the door to the booth and lifting the telephone to his ear. The call had connected, but there was silence on the other end of the line. Under the orange light of the telephone box, NO1SY could see that there was something written on the page. Wedging the phone between his shoulder and ear, he un-scrunched the paper.
   "Sentai 006…? … Ready to… batto?" NO1SY read aloud, confused.
   "Confirmed."
   Before he could question further, the line cut off and a bright light sputtered into existence around him. The alley and the phonebox began to flicker away awkwardly. He felt a nauseating sensation of being ripped and stretched through space, in a manner more akin to being dragged across gravel than floating through the void. In that moment, NO1SY felt something stir deep within, and he felt a wave of curiosity that was not his well up and probe the aether before disappearing down once more.
   Next, he noticed two things. One, some goofy sounding music plodded along in the background, sounding like it was coming out of some low-fi speakers. Two, he was naked. He immediately tried to cover up but, without warning, his arms were yanked one up and one down, as if by a clumsy puppet master. He felt compelled to complete a circle with them, then pull his hands into his centre and form a hand-sign that he might have recognised from Naruto back in the day…? He felt his body being clad and then, like a cat coughing up a furball, NO1SY was spat back out on to solid ground.
   But he was no longer in the alley. And a holographic display in his… NO1SY reached up to feel around his head… helmet!? indicated that he was no longer alone. He scrambled into a readied stance, with one armoured hand balled in a fist and the other next to his ear. I hope this thing comes with built in headphones…
   He seemed to be in a warehouse, which, unlike the majority that he had visited in the city so far, was being fairly well used and not just one sneeze from collapse. Rows of stacked crates cast long shadows in the already dark interior. Still, through his display NO1SY could quite clearly see the two pairs of legs, in what appeared to be ninja slacks and sandals, sticking out of the dark with a figure standing over them. The person was clad in green armour and a red scarf that dangled behind their right shoulder. It seemed that they knew he was there.
   Slowly, they removed their helmet. Long, orange hair spilled out.
   "You chose the worst possible time for a visit…" the figure said. They sounded both exasperated and intrigued, and they purred every “r”. But, the voice did have an edge of the familiar, "I thought you were long dead." With what could have been a relieved sigh, they turned and emerged triumphantly from the shadows. Their fluffy ears sprung up tall. Their face of fur was green. Their eyes, full of hardship and hope. NO1SY struggled for words.
   Then he stumbled into the ones he wanted.
   "Who the f*ck are you!?"


   "YOU B*STARD!"





Thank you for reading everybody! I'll see you for some distractions!
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Re: MR War Arc: NO1SY
« Reply #22 on: October 11, 2020, 07:22:39 PM »
Glad to see you finished up NO1SY! I am quite ready to move on myself! Just have to wrap up my PE, then I'll finally have the free time again to work on the things I want to (War Arc first among them). Oh, to have evenings to myself again...  :-\

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« Reply #23 on: October 12, 2020, 07:36:26 AM »
There totally needs to be a fight scene where the sentai are fighting mooks or something haha. And dude props! You've jumped in on the canon train pretty reliably mesays. Cool that it's wrapped up and stuff, and really enjoyed reading your writing after a while.

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« Reply #24 on: October 12, 2020, 08:25:53 AM »
Thanks for the comments guys :heart:

I was really happy with how this project came out, and I hope to carry that forward into the next stages of MR Canon. It was a really fun way to get back into writing on the forum.

Life is very busy for me right now... but I hope to get started on a Sentai story or two in the near future.

Now Lego it’s your turn to properly wrap up War Arc: Lego!

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« Reply #25 on: October 12, 2020, 01:54:51 PM »
@Lego: PE as in Professional Engineering Exam. Think of it as like passing the bar for a lawyer. It's a big test I have to pass in order to be what the law considers to be a capital P, capital E, Professional Engineer. As I am now, I am legally an Intern Engineer, since I have passed the FE (Fundamentals of Engineering) exam back in college.

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