the first Toadian Queen & the Hemirt Toadian Final Part:
Lufia and Vivian arrived at the Toadian Kingdom and Vivian looks at it saying " so this is the Toadian Kingdom huh wow talk about impressive." suddenly a male Toadian rushes towards Lufia saying " my Queen your back and who is this you bought with you?" Vivian replies to this saying " Yo I'm Vivian Luue!" the Male Toadian who only stands 4'0" and has green skin with black spots replies to this saying " wait you mean to tell me you a member of the Luue Clan?"
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" that shouldn't be possible!" " that clan was wipe out long ago." Vivian replies to this saying " well I'm the last living member of my clan." " so you got a name handsome?"
the male Toadian replies to this saying " it's Naustua Oilvibar , and I'm her Highness Royal Advisor." Vivian replies to this saying " wow so you like really important huh?" Naustua replies to this saying " yes I'm highly important and please don't talk so close to me."
" your breath reeks, and you smell like you haven't have a bath in ages." Vivian replies to this saying " well I Have been living in a cave and basically wearing the same clothing for years now." Naustua replies to this as his skin turns blue saying " so it is true there was a Toadian living in the lower swamps and it was you." Naustua replies to this saying " Highness surely you don't think this unhygienic savage will be of any help to the kingdom?"
Lufia replies to this saying " yes I do she's going to help us deal with the beast that have been attacking our life stock." Naustua replies to as his skin turns yellow " your Highness we already have train knights to deal with that." Lufia replies to this saying " yes and yet they have fail at every turn." Naustua replies to this saying " so what your trust a outsider to handle it?"
Lufia replies to this saying " yes, yes I am ." Vivian replies to this saying " well I guess I better get to work on deal with this." " oh your better keep your promise your Highness about giving me a spot in the castle to stay at." Naustua as his skin turns yellow saying" wait you offer her a place in the castle ?"
" what the hell were you thinking?" " some one like that can possible stay in the castle ." " she's uncivilized." " my highness I beg you to not go though with that promise."
Lufia replies to this saying " I made a promise and I tend to keep it Naustua." Vivian replies to this saying " well that's good to hear your highness." Vivian then speaks to Naustua saying " hey there handsome maybe you and me will share a room once I complete my task." Naustua who skin is yellow replies to this saying " the thought of sharing room with you makes my skin crawl."
later Vivian gets to work with dealing with the beast that are attacking the Toadian livestock and citizens of the Toadian Kingdom are watching with one of them a female saying " wow I never seen any Toadian move and fight like that before." " she managed to subdue there's terrible beasts." " not if the Kingdom's Elite knights could do that."
Vivian then hears a scream saying " wait that sounds like the highness she must be in trouble." a moment later Vivian appears just to see a savage beast manhandling a bunch of Knights with one of them saying " damn this monster it's a tough one." " we never face a Xolf with such ferocity." " this must be the alpha of that pack that has been attacking our the life stock.
"not even our best efforts can subdued this beast." Vivian replies to this saying " hmm it seems like you all are in a bit of a jam here." " mind if I help out ?" Elite Toadian Knight replies to this saying " hmm what can you outsider do that we the Elite Knights of the Toadian Kingdom can not?"
Vivian replies to this saying " wow so your this Kingdom's elite knights huh , and here I thought you all were just as bunch of clowns." an Elite Knight skin turns red saying " how dare you mock us outsider." " we knights have train in combat to deal with threats like this." Vivian replies to this saying " train huh then I guess this kingdom's style of combat is lousy ."
elite Knight replies to this saying " watch your tongue outsider." Vivian replies to this as the faces the Alpha Xolf saying " see the problem with your all's combat style is that is not flexible enough." " it's too ridge and uses too many unnecessary movements. " " you all also think to much."
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" a true warrior doesn't think they feel." Vivian gets in a stance and Xolf unleash powerful energy beam at Vivian that prowls though a dozen elite knights . however Vivian doesn't move out of the way causing one elite knight to say " is this outsider crazy ?" " she's going to get her self killed if she doesn't move out of the way."
" what in the hell is she thinking?"
Vivian skin turns a bright green indicated confidence and just as the Beam of energy hits Vivian flash of green energy shines over Vivian's body . suddenly the energy beam is set back at Xolf and sends it tumble across the ground. it does enough damage to the Xolf where the Xolf submits in defeat ." elite Knight replies to this saying " what in the hell just happen ?" " how did that outsider reflect that Xolf's attack like that?"
Lufia looks at this saying " you stop it without even lying a single finger and you sent it's own attack back at it." " how the world did you do that?" Vivian replies to this saying " I used my trump card it's call Kamzkoto Maskuito Lazikui Gazikao ( Rebound Flash Boost Counter ) ." " it reverse attacks and sends to back at more than twice their original power."
one hit by it's own attack amplified this Xolf submit knowing it was clearly outmatch know that It was clearly out match." " well I took care of you kingdom's problem so now for your promise of finding me a place in the castle to stay."Naustua who is with the Lufia replies to this saying " yes your combat skills are impressive and graceful for someone who is so uncivilized." " however some one like you doesn't belong in the castle." " we don't need you stink up the place."
Lufia replies to this saying " that's enough Naustua a promise is a promise !" " I can't go back on my word." " Vivian Luue I will grant you a place in my castle." " you can stay in Naustua quarters."
Vivian replies to this saying " hey looks like you and I are going to be roommates handsome." Naustua skin turns yellow at hearing this saying " wait why does she have to share a room with me ?" " please your highness don't go though with this." " I don't want to share my room with someone who is so unhygienic."
" Lufia replies to this saying " I made up my mind Naustua , Vivian will be staying with you." Vivian replies to this saying " come in give me chance who knows this met be the start of a relationship." Naustua replies to this as his skin turns blue " me being in a relationship with someone like you is highly unlikely." after single handily protected the Toadian livestock from Savages.
Vivian became the Kingdom's combat instruct and thought the entire Kingdom her combat style." she also become a royal servant despite Naustua objections. over time Naustua would fall for Vivian and start a relationship with her. the two would eventually have children. as for the nasty Xolves that had been decimated The Toadian Kingdom's livestock.
they would become domestic leading to the Vog . this ends the tale of how the First Toadian Queen Lufia met The Hermit Toadian Vivian Luue.
Hello Darkness, Your Old Friend, Part 3
Drip. Drip. Drip. The lonely sound ripples through the dim cavern, quiet enough keep baby spiders asleep but just enough to get Zaofan to open one eye, and then, against resistance, both eyes.
Groggy and finding his wingspan stretched, he looks to both wrists and his ankles, chained by thick tentacles and a foot off the ground, connected to an impenetrable by smooth wall. He can feel the wall writhe and pulsate against his back. Once he realizes it is a mass of flesh, he can't help but gag a little. He looks further ahead, and the drops and puddle are made of blood, dropping from the ceiling of rock.
He looks to his left, and sees that he is not alone. A bearded figure is likewise captured but unconscious. "Toh Magoh!"
Both the Demon Shogun and the Crimson Cloak enter the stage from out of the darkness. The Cloak speaks. "Hm, he's awake as expected. His senses are acute indeed."
Zaofan struggles against the tentacles, but finds their grip consistently tough. "Shingen! What is this place? What do you want from me?"
The armored general mimics, "'Why are you here? Where am I? Who is he?' Not one captive ever asks, 'How are you? How was your day?' Frankly, that stings a little."
Zaofan quits struggling against the tentacles, but he feels a cut within the side of his mouth, with his tongue. "Flippant now, are you? I've never known you to be the joking type. But you want me for a reason. At least give me that much."
"Oh, indeed," the Demon Shogun responds. "We're here because we want to know a few things about you. But, I suppose context is key. You are right, I owe you this much, from one killer to another."
"Killer...?"
The Shogun nods, and continues. "You, Zaofan. You left us. And what did you see? The true work of the Hokuto Shinken? It's understandable if we were not your flavor. But then you fled to the Neo Crane School, and found more of the same, albeit of a lesser pedigree thanks to this poseur Toh Magoh. Really, though, what are the odds that you'd go from one school of assassins to another, if not for your inherent bloodlust? Though, I don't know why you'd ever join a pacifist like Eskramoto and the Turtle School. That's not a great place for killers. The Snake School, though. Ho ho ho, now THERE's a story."
"Why do you keep saying things like I'm a killer--"
The Shogun continues his train of thought, increasing the volume of his first few words and only returning to normal once Zaofan stops talking. "My friend MY FRIEND... and I, we sense magnificent amounts of blood magic and blood energy in your aura. On you. Within you. That is important."
Zaofan's mind races back and forth, his eyes pointed to the ground, moving left and right to process. "Blood magic... blood magic... where have I heard that before...?"
The Shogun tilts his head to the right in curiosity. "You don't know what blood magic is? I find that hard to believe, but your voice rings of genuine truth. Sorceror, perhaps you'd like to introduce yourself."
The Crimson Cloak hovers around the Shogun and straight to Zaofan. "Hm, if I must. I am Shinku no Manto. My home, if you can call it that, is a realm known as the Makai. Your usual hellish domain covered in fire and brimstone and demons that defy the laws of your mortal physics. But I must say, this planet is a sore spot for me. When I visited it many, many moons ago, I liked what I saw; easily frightened humans, superstitions, fear of the unknown, dread of darkness. But then in my travels, I encountered one of your -- blasphemous -- Guardians. The Guardian had the means to undo all my hellish Makai powers. Can you believe that? So, SO annoying. I was defeated in battle, and trapped in a container. Not my finest hour by any means. And then, a few years ago, my bottle was cracked open and destroyed."
The Shogun interjects, "...during one of those rampages by your old friend Simon Battersea. The former champion. Imagine that."
Zaofan's jaw drops. "Battersea...? You knew Battersea?!"
"Hah, no, no. We assassins all had an understanding not to approach that monster, lest we incur his wrath. We kept to ourselves. He did whatever he wanted. Everyone got a piece of the pie. We had a fine arrangement. But I digress. Shinku, continue."
The apparition nods, and goes on. "That Battersea. Such an impressive specimen. In my weakened, non-corporeal form, I found that I could only kill small animals. We Makai, we gain energy present in the blood of fighters and warriors."
"Vampires?" the chef asks. "We have vampires?!"
Shinku looks annoyed. "Feh, nothing so ... plebian or simple. No, those who see battle harness a certain energy within their own blood. An energy of victory and triumph. But when blood is spilled, some of that power transfers over to the victor. Or the survivor, if you will. 'Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger,' I believe you humans like to say. And, there is a certain truth in that. Whether it is described as experience, or knowledge, or what have you, the truth is, your own blood becomes richer and more concentrated. Especially with the more you fight, but much more so with the blood you've spilled. Killing harmless people does nothing. But killing a storied warrior? Oh, prepare to feast. And that power can transfer from killer to killer to killer. And so, it took me quite some time to gather enough blood of simple animals to regain the strength to go after human blood energy."
The Shogun cuts in again. "And that is where Battersea comes in. In his trails of destruction, of all the villages and towns and lives he destroyed, Shinku here would pick up the residual pieces. Battersea killed countless humans, but many of them were fighters of their own accord. Humans in general do not have the ability to draw in this blood energy as efficiently as a Makai, and so -- well, you know what it's like to have a feeding frenzy, traveling chef."
Zaofan squints his eyes in interrogation. "But that doesn't explain how you two met. Or how you got to be so powerful, Shingen."
"That's 'Master' Shingen to you, boy," the general responds. "Just like in the old days. Show some respect."
Zaofan maintains his silents, and looks him dead in the eyes in defiance.
"Oh, there you go. Fine. I took a party of my own pupils to scout after Battersea during one of his rampages. To monitor him and to see how we could take him down. Nature abhors a vacuum, you know, and we would have taken over Turtle Island if we could. Instead, we found a spirit. Shinku No Manto right here. He quickly killed my pupils -- they were acceptable losses, really -- but rather than do battle, I noticed that he absorbed their blood energy. Through magic. Shinku No Manto was attracted to the amount of blood on our hands. We had agreed to a partnership where, in exchange for the blood that my school and I would spill to strengthen Shinku and restore his body, I would be given incredible powers, so that I may bring the Hokuto Shinken to true interdimensional, intergalactic greatness. With myself at the top, of course. My school, my rules. How could I ever say no to that?"
The general paces back and forth through the room. "We set our sights for Battersea. It was only natural, of course. It would be a way to test my powers, and the blood on Battersea's hands would have hastened Shinku's progress towards his goal. Or, moreso, perhaps we could form an alliance with Battersea and eliminate all fighters, starting with his tournament participants, gaining their powers in the process. Did you know he wiped out the Turtle School? All that power would have been delicious."
The general then spins, his cape flapping behind him, as he struts directly to Zaofan. "But no. You and your friends made sure that that would not happen. I had nearly forgotten about you completely, but no, you had to go on international TV and make a fool of yourself. You and your friends had to enter that tournament. You and your friends defeated an army of of the world's best martial artists. You and friends had to kill Battersea. His power was so great that every hit your friends inflicted on him, it gave them a portion of that blood energy, when really it all should have been ours."
Shingen turns back to the Crimson Cloak. "Since then, we've been watching you. We've seen you grow exponentially. But our vigilance is imperfect. There is no way you could have ever gotten to be so strong as to fight Battersea himself, when the entire Turtle School could not. When you abandoned the Hokuto Shinken, you were a mere whelp. And now, here you are, cavorting with Guardians and aliens and space monkeys and magicians. It's impossible."
Zaofan tries to compute all this information in his head, about how far his past has gone, of how it plays into his present. "Oh, yeah. No killing here. I just do push ups, sit ups, and PLENty of juice."
Hello Darkness, Your Old Friend, Part 4
Shingen tilts his head to the left. "The bravado on you. The false wit masquerading as courage. Do you think you're the first to try that on me? It was quaint years ago, but not anymore. Come now. No, some time ago, we felt a massive surge in the concentration of blood magic on that flying palace of yours. One instant, nothing of any concern. The next instant, and there, the largest concentration we had ever felt, anywhere. Even Shinku hasn't felt anything like that since his arrival on Earth."
The Crimson Cloak then floats back to Zaofan. "My goal was to gather enough energy to return back to Makai. Over there, I am just your average sorceror, just trying to get by on the pains and cries of the damned. But wherever you went, you didn't just kill, you killed legions. You bathed in blood energy. Where ever you went, it was a paradise, a utopia of dread and despair. In Makai, I would just be your typical worker. In wherever it is you went, we could be gods. Our powers would increase at an unthinkable rate. Forget Makai! We want to go there, to your realm!"
Zaofan's mind races back and forth to try to put the pieces together. They're powerful, but not all-knowing. Running on their own assumptions. Giving him too much credit. What is this about? Ah hah!
[i]Blood magic...! The Blood universe! OF COURSE! When we went to that alternate Earth, the one with the cairns! We had to fight off the armies of the dead! We all beat back thousands of them, each! And each one of those skeletons and zombies and giants were soldiers, genuine fighters in their own right! The blood magic they accumulated must have been astronomical! So much of their blood was spilled that we were all covered in blood and guts! We were washed away! And I still can't get the stench out of some of those clothes![/i]
Zaofan finally responds, "No, you got it all wrong! I haven't killed legions! My power doesn't come from blood energy! My friends and I, we were all whisked away to another realm, but we don't know how we got there! We only escaped thanks the blood magic of my friends! But I have no way of getting back there! I don't even remember how we got there in the first place!"
The Crimson Cloak conjures up a viewing screen, replaying images from their fight with Auroc and Anula. "Threshlings. Namekians. Guardians. Gods. You've walked an exciting path, I must say. Someone with your experience would surely know. But you...! We don't just want access to that other world. We want you to join us. Your power, too, would grow at a fantastic rate. You would quickly become more powerful than your contemporaries. The amount of blood you've spilled, well, I can say it takes one to know one."
The Shogun adds, "You know Toh Magoh. You are friends with genocidal maniacs. You have spilled the blood of thousands from other worlds. And you started as my pupil. Not my prized pupil, mind you, but it's never too late. You and I are cut from the same cloth. That's why I prefer you, someone I know, over your friends, even if they are more powerful. Let's face it here. You'll always be in their shadows. As powerful as you yourself are, you are only just a human."
"Yeeeah, tempting, but no." After all, Zaofan still had a flower to catch. "Besides, we only visited that world. We didn't stay there for very long! And we came back so that we could help our two friends!" Ever the humanitarian, Zaofan keeps in mind Wilheim and the Princess.
The Cloak whispers to Shingen. "Five minutes, sir."
Shingen nods, but goes back to Zaofan. "Ah, so there are two natives of that dimension on the floating palace, eh?"
"No, that's not what I said!"
The Crimson Cloak leans over as if to whisper to Shingen, but very consciously keeps his voice audible enough for Zaofan to hear. "Perhaps they know of the way back. And even better, they must be saturated with that blood energy much more than Zaofan ever had, if they lived their whole lives there!"
Zaofan, this time, struggles mightily against the tentacles, but the more he pulls, the tighter the grip, "No! NuuuuhOOOO!"
"Hm. Perhaps now is not the time for the hunt," says the Demon Shogun. "But I would certainly like to meet them. If only your accursed palace didn't travel so much. We can wait. I am patient. My friend here, the Crimson Cloak, finds you oh so fascinating. I tell you, I love it when my old friends meet my new friends. Hah."
The Demon Lord turns dramatically as his cape falls to the floor, walking away from Zaofan and towards the door. "Rest well. When we next find the palace, maybe you can introduce me to your friends, dear boy."
The door slams shut. The Crimson Cloak turns his attention back to Zaofan. And then he smiles.
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"Let's play."