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Author Topic: The Day Of 1,000 Styles  (Read 64909 times)

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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #765 on: March 27, 2019, 12:56:25 PM »
very nice, very suspenseful :)
this needs a manga. it would be fantastic :P
typical anime bad guy groups (or even good guy groups for that matter) naming conventions usually have one or two who break the mold anyway. Just whatever sounds good works.
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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #766 on: March 27, 2019, 06:09:50 PM »
Don't tempt me suuper haha

And Coryn oh I'll be looking for that chapter. I might've thrown too many curve balls, but now that I think of it DOTs has always been like that.

Hahaha Orf Lanemon. Jeez that does work as a fantasy name

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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #767 on: March 30, 2019, 05:29:37 AM »
well I'm very nearly tempted myself haha
I only read this occasionally so I really need to catch up with how the story even began. That and the rest of the Canon T_T
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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #768 on: March 30, 2019, 09:36:20 AM »
Well conveniently, there is a lovely table of contents in the first post of this topic. Which is fun because it's my post but Lego has been it's primary curator, because mod powers.

Honestly I just need a solid out to bang this thing out. But as it is I have been yet to get that. However, I am looking at getting some regular car maintenance next Saturday, so that will be a prime time to get it done.

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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #770 on: March 31, 2019, 10:46:13 AM »
lovely jubbly!
this should be mandatory listening for new members.
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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #771 on: April 06, 2019, 11:01:21 AM »
Nothing like sitting at the dealership and writing whole chapters in single sittings. Enjoy!

(Edit: They keep the TV's in this waiting room way too loud for writing. I apologise for the many spelling errors and weird sentences. I got some cheaply produced educational television programming blasting into my ears)

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"Okay, here is what's happening..."
        It's what Pub-tan had said, but she quickly realized that being so open with the truth in such a crowded space maybe wasn't the best idea. Instead, she settled back onto her couch, and silently invited Coryn to sit across from her. As they relaxed, a tray with drinks arrived, and both picked a beverage from the tray before the server headed off again. Pub-tan took a sip, and fell into the battle-speak that MR's warriors had perfected over years of practice. "Coryn, it's good to see you again. I feel like I just saw you a few months ago. (I've been here two months).
        Coryn sniffed his drink as he processed the tan's answer. Her sudden change of tone tipped him off to what was going on, so he followed along. "I know how you feel, I feel like it was just yesterday (I literally saw you yesterday). Time sure flies doesn't it? (Time has gone a bit wiggity on us). But what can you do? (I swear it's not my fault this time)."
        Pub-tan nodded. "So what brings you to my humble establishment? (How did you find me?)
        "We were in the neighborhood (It was an accident. I didn't know you were here).
        "Oh? Who's we? Why haven't you introduced us yet? (Who else is here? Where are they?)" Asked Pub.
        Coryn chuckled. "Haha. Oh they're around here somewhere I'm sure. Probably arguing about who has the better hair (Fro and Lego, but I've lost track of them).
        Pub-tan sighed. "That sure does sound like them (Of course they're lost).
        Coryn leaned in. "So what have you been up to since moving in here? (What's happened in the last two months?)"
         "Well, I've been a bit sick, not feeling myself, so I had to take a little while to quarantine myself. But I got a lot of reading done, so it wasn't all a waste. Although to be honest, I still spend a lot of time resting up in private. (I've imprisoned my nega-self in the upstairs apartment. Interrogation has been mostly successful, but she's still holding out on me some).
        This got a laugh out of Coryn. "I apologise, I don't mean to laugh at you, but I bet you're cute when you're sick (good job!). But i have to ask, and not to change the subject, but did you see the girl who brought me here? I want to thank her for this reunion (I followed a weird girl I here. I really need to talk to her).
        Pub relaxed in her seat and nodded over Coryn's left shoulder. The scientist turned casually, and caught sight of the very person he had been looking for. She was standing in the corner of the pub, sipping on a purple drink. Coryn couldn't see the remote, but he could tell she was looking at him. Although she still wore her hood, Coryn picked up on a distinguishing feature that he hadn't noticed until now. Her hood was disturbed in two spots. He didn't understand at first, but the truth soon dawned on Coryn.
         Horns.
        At least, what was left of them.
        "'Nahca', I presume?" Said Coryn.
        Pub-tan nodded. "She's different than the last time you met her (She's not the one you know). She works for me now. We just came into an agreement (Nega-Achan and regular-myself have a cause in common).
        Coryn drained his drink, and set it onto the table. "Can we talk in private? We have a lot to discuss?"
        Pub-tan motioned at her guards and at Nahca, who started making her way over to them. "I think I can arrange something. Follow me."

        Lego had seen better days. Better days that didn't involve getting into fights with his evil clone.
        Ah well. At least he was loosing to a worthy opponent.
        Ogel was in the air above him. White-gold flames wrapped his body, and great burning horns we're protruding from his forehead. When Lego had died before, he had made great use of his angel-metal halo. The raider did not know what had transpired in Ogel's life, but he surmised he had proved similarly adept at escaping death.
        "I suppose this is it for you you crappy copy!"
        Lego's voice was craggy, but he wasn't going to go out without one last dig. "Look who's talking, you bastard..."
        Ogel swung, Lego braced himself, the firery attack filled his vision. It was all over.
        And then suddenly it wasn't.
        The attack still landed, but Lego was jerked away as something wrapped around his body. They felt like tentacles. Cold, metallic, undulating. As uncomfortable as they were, Lego could not doubt they had saved his live. But for now he was blinded by the light of the explosion. Yet he could still hear, and the voices were familiar to him.
        "Ogel you damn fool! Our orders were to capture them! Not to kill! What do you think the General would have done to you if he died?!"
        "Piss off Nyroc! If he died it would just mean he wasn't a real copy of me at all!"
        "Oh get over yourself. Check your communicator. We have new orders."
        Lego's eyes were readjusting now. Sure enough, Ogel and Nyroc were there. Sure enough, he was wrapped in metal tentacles. What he hadn't expected was for those tentacles to be connected to Nyroc's right arm. In fact, the more he looked at it, they were his right arm. It split into over a dozen individual tentacles at his elbow, which then wrapped around Lego's body and limbs. He wasn't sure where all of the material was coming from, but all the same, Lego found himself completely trapped. Even if he were free, he suspected he wouldn't be able to affect an escape.
        Might as well go along for the ride. After all, it might be useful to have a man on the inside.
        The nega-mods shot off towards MR Tower without another word. Lego had no choice but to accompany them, so resigned himself to praying he wasn't headed for immediate execution.

        From his control room at the top of the tower, the Bethuw'el had watched the fighting. He wasn't pleased with his moderators' conduct, or their inability to capture all of the intruders, but that could wait. He had other things to attend to first. There was an interrogation to conduct. And the General always enjoyed conducting them in person.
        His subordinates would expect nothing less from their General. After all, he was Ahtisah Adnarre, the Bethuw'el of MangaRaiders, and he would not show weakness to anyone.

« Last Edit: April 06, 2019, 11:03:39 AM by Coryn »

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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #772 on: April 07, 2019, 05:45:39 PM »
Dude that bar-speak is inspired stuff Coryn hahaha! And dammit I got captured. Help me out Fro!


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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #773 on: April 08, 2019, 05:00:27 PM »
absolutely brilliant battle speak XD
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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #774 on: April 08, 2019, 05:48:00 PM »
Thanks guys! It seemed reasonable that the upper eshelons would have some form of code talk by this point. We get wrapped up in too much trouble.

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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #775 on: May 27, 2020, 11:32:40 PM »
Just when you thought this was over...

After sitting on a incomplete version of this for a whole year now, I figured it was only right to finally finish it. Why a year you ask? Because writer's block ain't nothing to play around with. It will destroy your motivation to write if you let it.

Really happy to get this done though. This might be what i need to get back into the swing of things. Still got some other projects I want to complete. *cough* War Arc *Cough Cough*

Also, these Nega names are actually really good. Like, all of them are. Its crazy.

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     Part of what always got Fro in trouble was his mouth.
     The guy could never help firing off a sly remark or two. After all, trash talk had been an integral part of Fro's entire life. Fro was raised in the streets and in the streets you had no choice but to learn how to talk that talk. Sometimes talking tough scared people off of you. Sometimes it got you decked in the jaw. And sometimes, when you factor in a Nega version of one's self from an alternate universe, trash talk got a hair tendril slammed against your skull.
     And let's not forget said Nega self's dangerous assault crew...
     The 4kids specialized assault unit had been stalking Fro's runaway trail. Fro couldn't outright see them at first, but he could feel their presence. They had taken to the alleyways and the rooftops. A mirage of shapes of and shadows phased in and out of broad daylight. Nega Fro (Who will from here on be referred to as Orf for consistency's sake) didn't just train his students to be killer fighters. He trained them to be assassins. The cool ninja kind at that.
     Fro was kinda jealous that he didn't think of that first.
     Fro didn't have an exact destination in mind when he jetted out of harm's way. He just needed to get away to catch a breather. Unfortunately, Sitrof (Fortis) and his M14 Carbine had other plans. Just when Fro thought he made it to the Artist district, bullets stormed down in front of him, forcing a swift U-turn. More rounds came, this time from Fro's right. The Coach hair zipped to a building on his left, and ninja ran along its surface.
     And that's when the rpg came...
     "Wait what?!"
     The searing hiss of a rocket being launched sounded off, and by the time Fro realized it was coming the building he landed on was blown  to bits. Fire erupted, smoke followed suit, and clumps of building architecture crashed onto the ground below. Just before the impact Fro flashed step to safety below, but not without company. A few feet ahead of him was Sitrof with his trusted gladius sword in one hand, and in the other, a large, triangular, golden shield with glowing red cracks that formed a veiny x shape on it's base. While this version of the skeleton had a bit more flesh than his normal counterpart, there was one constant between the two: Their eyes. Through those eye holes bright blue flames burned, and Fro couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. Even if they belonged to a nega phony, they were cool nonetheless.
     Sitrof pointed his blade at the coach and spoke. “I’m a bit surprised, clone of the captain. Wouldn’t expect you to be much of a runner. I had figured you would’ve stood your ground and fought back by now.”
     Fro eyebrows twitched. “What the hell did you just call me?!”
     “Ah my apologies for the obvious insult, but before our unit was sent out to capture you the Captain made it imperative that we refer to you as his shadow clone.”
     Fro grinded his teeth aggressively. “Yo that son of a bitch is so lucky he’s--” Fro cut himself off. He almost admitted that his Nega self was ten times stronger than him, with that being the reason he wouldn’t be able to make Orf eat his words. But Fro was a man of pride. He would never allow those kinds of words slip his tongue even if they were true. He shook off the insult and returned to the matter at hand. “I’m only running cause it makes sense to run. I may have my pride as a fighter, but I have a brain too y’know.”
     “A good point. I cannot argue with that.”
     “Also Fortis…”
     “It’s Sitrof…”
     “Whatever, I don’t care. When did you start employing missile launchers into your arsenal of weaponry?”
     The nega skeleton seemed visibly perplexed despite not having any fleshy facial features. “Missiles? I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
     Fro pointed at the pile of architectural rubble that was formerly a building. “The rpg that blew up that building over there. That wasn’t yours?”
     Sitrof shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
     It was at that moment Fro began to realize the amount of trouble he got himself into. “Then who the hell-”
     Before he could finish, the sound of machinery whirling and buzzing from behind threw him off base. He turned slightly, not even wanting to confirm his suspicions, but they were confirmed nonetheless. A giant mech, half the size of MR’s central tower stood before him. It’s design was a sleek blue with a bulky frame. It’s arms were turrets armed with heavy artillery. Fro could only guess that Racokue (Eukocar) was the one piloting the mech because standing on each of it’s shoulders were Ailif (Filia) and PartneerG (GreenTrap), each armed with their very own Rpg.
     Fro threw up his arms in a fit. “How the hell did you guys sneak behind me with that giant ass robot?!”
     “A cloaking device.”  replied Racokue. His voice was projected through the robot’s internal megaspeakers. “It completely covers this robot in an invisible veil that muffles it movements for a limited amount of time.”
     “Yeah okay that makes sense. Let me guess, Nega Coryn made that for yall?”
     “Coryn? You mean Nyroc?”
     Fro sighed heavily. Whatever homie.”
     “Hey Faker,” yelled PartneerG. “How about you stand still and make blowing you up a lot easier for us?!”
     “Is killing the Captain's shadow clone okay?” asked Ailif. Despite being a nega raider she still retained some of her innocence. “Didn’t the Captain order us not to touch him?”
     “Ah who cares what he wants. Just shut up and get ready to make that phony explode!”
     Fro had been in tough some situations before, but this one definitely took the cake. He was out gunned, out-matched, outnumbered and out of options. It made him wonder. “Why am I even here? How did I even get caught up  in all of this?” The thoughts were racing through his mind, and so were the missiles. Dozens of them were coming at him at once and they came fast. Death was approaching, and by the time Fro realized it, he realized something else,
     “This is all Coryn’s fault.”
     KABLOOM! Upon the missiles’ impact the deafening explosion roared across the surrounding area. Asphalt was lifted up and flung. A pillar of smoke rose. Fro was surely dead. No amount of hair magic could save him from a point blank blast. The members of the specialized assault unit all stood and waited with anticipation for the smoke to clear, and when it did they were greeted with nothing more than an empty crater.
     “Hey Racokue,” shouted PartneerG. “Did you kill him?”
     “I’m not getting any life readings so I’m certai-”
     “He’s still alive…” said Sitrof, as stared at the empty crater.
     “What?!” PartneerG was flabbergasted. “And what makes you so sure of that Skullface?”
     As if it was instinct, Sitrof turned his sights to the far alleyway on his right. The embers in his eye sockets burned even brighter, a signal of a drawn conclusion. “Someone else was here…”


     When Fro opened his eyes he expected to be greeted with the dreamy sight of heaven’s pearly white gates. What he was introduced to instead, however, was the sight of a muscular figure standing over him. The lean muscled ginger shot a smirk at Fro, a smirk that made him feel slightly uncomfortable. He had no way of telling that the woman (possibly man?) before him dressed in nothing more than a tight black vest, skin tight shorts, boots and a navy style hat with a strange eye symbol emblazoned on the front of it was a friend or foe. With so many nega raiders running about his trust levels were beginning to deteriorate.
     The ginger could sense Fro’s uneasiness, and decided that offering him a hand to stand would be a nice first step to build trust. “Looks like I just saved your life there huh buddy?”
     Fro was a bit hesitant at first, but ultimately gave in as he was getting tired of laying on his back. “ I was good even before you stepped in.”
     “Sure you were.” the woman said as she pulled him up to his feet. She watched Fro dust himself for a second before turning around. She raised her arm and mysteriously it began to glow with a purple aura engulfing it. She waved her hand with very precise motions and soon enough the hand waves produced a portal. She turned back around to see Fro looking at her confused, but she ignored his expression. “Alright get in. We ain’t got much time.”
     “So we're just gonna skip the intros and get straight into the plot huh?”
     “Sit around and chat too much and we’re gonna find ourselves dealing with Orf and his gonnies again.”
     “True, but it would be nice to get your name at least.”
     The woman sighed. “Still haven’t figured it out huh? Didn’t know you could be this slow.” The woman removed the hat from her head, allowing the bangs of her short hair to droop freely over her face. “Take a guess, but say it backwards.”
     After seeing the woman’s hair in its entire glory, Fro quickly realized there was only one raider with such a unique color. “Aulham?”
     “Yup. Now get in before I drag you in myself.”

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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #776 on: May 28, 2020, 05:17:26 AM »
Always a treat to see a bounce back, especially when it's from a bro!

And those nega names do indeed sound ridiculously cool haha.


And indeed... It's always Coryn's fault

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Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« Reply #777 on: May 29, 2020, 10:55:42 AM »
Nice to see you back in action Fro! Writers block sucks something fierce, but it doesn't appear to have hurt your skills! Glad to see it! And he'll yeah do you've got War Arc to help finish! Take responsibility for our child!  :read: :tongue:

Also, for the both of you: This one ain't actually my fault! As y'all will recall, the remote got stolen by a shadowy figure. And who wrote that in? *Checks notes* None other than Fro himself!

In conclusion: It's Fro's fault.
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