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Raindrops and a half-eaten riceball | Who the hell is Mitchi?!
The incoherent ramblings of a Tzimisce trapped by a Tremere in a Toreador's body. Or maybe i'm just a Malkavian. My bad.
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Crappy RO fanfic: Choices

Posted 10-19-2008 at 09:35 PM by Mitchi
Updated 10-19-2008 at 09:42 PM by Mitchi
((Okay, part two of the writing project. Ragnarok Online this time.))



"Aian, guard Felice. Shinta, stay back and get ready for my signal. Akira, try to get him from the back!"

The young, unshakable voice rang through the air, calling out orders to those she battled with. Kicking up the dust slightly, she ran towards the foul beast that was now their victim, a hunter that had become the prey. This demon was about to witness the holy force of this diminutive looking acolyte and those that were more than willing to lay down their lives for hers.

It all began a few days before, when the small archer village just north of Payon had been viciously ransacked by a horde of undead that had seeped from the confines of the nearby cave. Despite the best efforts by the Pronteran church to hold back the tide of monsters, a few priests simply barricading the affected area with wards and spells had not been nearly enough. Those that had perished and those who had been left behind were now amongst the ranks of the undead army, trying in vain to escape and infect the rest of Midgard.

Despite the fact that she had long been an outcast, the Pronteran church had no problem with enlisting the help of Kiro and her little guild of misfits. It had become well known that she was allied with some of the most powerful warriors in all of Midgard, from High
ranking Assassins to High Mages of Geffen, and even some of the Royal knights. But what was more surprising was that this so called "rebel," this girl who had survived the horrors of living in Glast Heim for nearly a year, was nothing more than a child.

Within an hour of her being summoned, the young, pale haired acolyte had arrived with a group of eight, with only two of them even looking like they could withstand the challenge. Yet, under the direction of this girl -- a mere child at 17 -- the weaker zombies were cleared away in a matter of a couple of hours. Even some of the more formidable monsters were taken down before they could realize what was happening.

But now, as they faced the creature that was controlling the massive wave of undead, Kirono would need all the leadership skills she could get.

As soon as the word was given, the half naked fox demon was surrounded and pummeled with attack after attack, an unrelenting staccato of blows from all directions. A frost driver here, a shield thrown there, and the sharp blood thirsty katars of a well trained assassin cross. But it was not as though the demon, Moonlight Flower, as she was called by the natives, was without her fair share of warriors and tactics. A high pitch shriek was released, and while the majority of the invading party of humans cowered and tried to muffle the sound, the fox demon had taken the opportunity to cripple them. While disoriented, most of Kiro's compatriots could not make a move to protect their most powerful resource -- The lone High Wizard, safe from the fight, chanting and meditating in an attempt to unleash powerful ancient magic upon this demon.

It happened in a flash. A claw was at his throat and a staff was through his chest. For just one moment, time seemed to stand still, as the wizard's life force began to fade.

And this was where Moonlight flower had made her mistake.

To a demon, nothing is more precious than power. But to a human, nothing is more precious than family.

The assassin and the acolyte's eyes practically glowed from the rage. Everyone else, even Moonlight's minions, took a step back. They knew that this fight was going to end.

They were not going to hold back any more.


"I'm sorry, but there's nothing that can be done."

"Nothing at all??"

"Resurrection magic is very powerful and very dangerous, Kiro."

The battle had ended, and all of Kirono's teammates had survived, except one. And now, there was the subject of how to deal with that.

Pronteran priests were trained to be excellent healers, but the skill of being able to return the sould to a body was something that very few posessed. And even those who had this knowledge rarely would use it.

The priest sighed and looked at the young acolyte. IT amazed him to no end how she could hide her tears and emotions, after all, she just lost someone she loved. But while he would have loved more than anything to bring the wizard back, there was one problem.

He couldn't.

"Kiro, according to legend, Moonlight Flower's bell and it's attached staff have the power to sever all ties between body and soul.

There's no two ways about it...Shinta is gone."

The girl's downcast look nearly broke his heart. He wanted to find some way to comfort her, but all he could do was stand there like a common idiot. A godsend arrived in the form of the snowy haired assassin that Kiro was good friends with. Perhaps he could not only break this awkward silence, but maybe he could help the grieving girl.

"So what's the verdict, is a resurrection allowed?"

"That's what I was just telling her...even if it was, it's not possible."

Akira glared at the priest, sending chills down his back.

"You mean to tell me my brother can't be brought back?"

"I'm afraid so...his spirit was severed..."

The assassin, normally calm and collected, lost his cool, resulting in the wall having a mess of cracks and crumbling rock at the site where his fist had been a split second earlier. He knew all too well that once the soul was completely severed from the body by a supernatural means, nothing could bring them back. After all, it was a feat he had to perform rather often, in order to ensure that those he sent to the grave stayed there.

" don't know of any weird rituals or whatnot that could help?"

The priest shifted uncomfortably. He didn't want to mention it, because he knew that Kiro would jump at the chance to perform said ritual. But he couldn't hide his knowledge, it just wasn't right.

"There is one thing...a human sacrifice."

Akira raised an eyebrow questioningly at the brown haired priest, while Kiro narrowed her eyes at him. It couldn't be something so simple as a take-this-life-for-that-one exchange.

"There's a catch can't be just anyone. It has to be someone with a deep emotional attachment going both ways...a lover, a older brother."

"I'll do it."

Green eyes met blue for one moment, a silent exchange of anger and protest flitting between the acolyte and the assassin. Their synced response was certainly predictable.

"What? No!"

Again with the simultaneous reply.

"Kiro, look, I'm not letting you do this."

"You don't get a say in it, it's not your place to choose who lives and dies."

"It is if it's my life."

Akira ran his fingers though his hair, obviously exasperated at this young girl.

"You can't do it. If I do, Shinta will beat the crap out of me for letting his girlfriend die."

"And likewise, if I let you, he'll hate me forever for allowing his brother to get killed!"

The priest rolled his eyes. Yes, this was a serious matter, but these were two of the most stubborn people he had ever met.

"Look you two, this is going nowhere. Even if you do stop bickering and decide to give up your life, the other person has to perform the ritual. And this is looking like that just won't happen."

Both of them knew that he was right, and that this little exchange was going nowhere faster than a Poring in a hurry to gobble up litter.

"In any case, the ritual can only be performed at night, so you'll have to wait some time. And even then, there's a chance that he won't come back at all, and the sacrifice will have died for nothing. There's also the chance he'll return as the undead."

A gloomy air had once again taken hold upon the three, and nothing could lift it now.

"Meet me at the chapel down the way at an hour before midnight. We'll decide things then."


Okay, It's too long for me to have it in one entry. I'm gonna have to post the second part separately.

Part two can be found here.

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