Guilty Gear fic (at last!)
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rallamajoopTook me a while longer to get this up that I was expecting, because I’ve actually (gasp!) been being a good girl and working on that giant FMA/TRC crossover of mine instead of getting distracted by side projects. And I really don’t know whether this is what I had people expecting after I made that original post...
Anyway, as promised, this is based in the alternate universe from the Side Red/Side Black drama CDs, probably won’t make a lot of sense if you’re not familiar with them (mp3s and translations for which are up online, on the off chance there’s still anyone out there I haven’t linked to those yet). But if anyone is curious but can’t be bothered going through all those tracks, have a brief summary:
(Since these probably count as spoilers, highlight to read)During the war, Ky is killed trying to single-handedly fight off a major gear attack. Sol takes over command of the Holy Order (Ky’s dying request), and eventually defeats Justice much like in the regular timeline. However, events in this world have changed enough that Dizzy, rather than being brought up by humans, is raised by Justice herself and eventually takes over the gear army after her mother’s death. Ten years after Sol takes over the Order, the war is still going. And the odds aren’t looking all that good for mankind.
I-no is also involved in there somewhere, but I wouldn’t want to spoil everything for you =P.
Title: Game Over
Rating: PG
Word count: 685
Notes: Contains some implied Sol/Ky. Also Angst. No, that capitalisation was not accidental.
Even in death, Ky just won’t give him a break. He has a habit of showing up during the few hours Sol gets on maybe a weekly basis for some proper sleep; always looking unfairly healthy and clean, so close to glowing with all that holy righteousness that it would make anyone sick. Sol pretends to be asleep or pretends Ky’s not there, but even though ‘sleep’ these days usually means he falls flat on his face on the first comfortable surface he sees and doesn’t move an inch until someone wakes him up to deal with yet another goddamn gear attack, this strategy never works. It’s like pretending you can’t feel the sun shining into your face.
The conversation goes something like this.
“Sol,” Ky’s voice will say, no footsteps leading up, no more warning than that. Sol does not look up – will spend the whole conversation speaking into whatever he’s using as pillow when can get away with it, but Ky will only repeat his name if he doesn’t respond.
“Shut up,” he grumbles. “Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?”
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” says Ky, polite nonsense.
Sol growls, “What are you doing here? If you’ve come back for your army, you can have it. Might be a bit worse for wear than it used to be.”
Ky tells him, “It isn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad?” Even muffled by the pillow Sol sounds incredulous. “Haven’t you seen how fast we’re sending troops after you?”
“It’s been like that from the beginning,” Ky says, too gently. “It’s war. There’ll always be casualties. On both sides.”
“Cut the crap,” Sol snarls. “We’re losing and you know it.” And that’s top of the list of things even he might not acknowledge in waking hours, but in this company, what’s the use of pretence?
“You haven’t lost,” Ky says. “You defeated Justice.”
Sol doesn’t want reminding, he’s never picked up Ky’s taste for heroics. “Bitch left us a hell of a going away present.”
But the damn kid won’t let even that discourage him. “Dizzy isn’t undefeatable either. You haven’t done badly.”
“Like hell.” It drives him even more insane that Ky keeps his temper so easily now. “If you were alive, you’d have argued with every order I ever gave.”
“You can’t dwell on what could have been, Sol,” says Ky, and if Sol had been in the mood to care, that might have been as close as he ever got in these meetings to sounding regretful. “All you can do is keep moving forward.”
Sol hasn’t been convinced for a long time there is anywhere forward for them to go – this war’s gone on over a hundred years already, and the only reason it won’t last another hundred is there’ll be no-one left to fight it. A glorious death in battle isn’t his style. Leading an army in defence of mankind isn’t his style either, but he knows who to blame that one on. “Bastard,” he grumbles, and it might be a good thing his face is somewhere Ky can’t see it. “Knew you went and died just to make me do your job for you.”
“It’ll be alright, Sol. Have faith.” The weight of a hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “Everything you’ve achieved hasn’t been in vain. And even…”
It’s nearly always right at this point that someone comes bursting in with news of some new disaster which absolutely can’t be dealt with without the commander’s input, and Sol gets reminded anew that real sleep or a night without restless ghosts to bother you are luxuries for people who haven’t had the fate of the world deposited on their shoulders. Even after that, he can count on spending the rest of at least the next twenty four hours with the nagging urge to get a certain teenaged Frenchman somewhere private and strip him out of his clothes, which was frustrating enough even back when it was just a really bad idea and not a metaphysically impossibility to boot.
He never gets anything useful done on those days.
As always with first attempts at fic in new fandoms, any feedback much appreciated.
I’ve also got some longer fic in the works – longer meaning it’s somewhere near the 9000 word mark, tending more towards the gen end of the spectrum though featuring the same characters (and already forcing me to invent reasonably convincing military strategy for use against giant, sentient bioweapons. o_o Wikipedia is not able to give me much help on this.) It'll probably be my next big project after I’ve finished Catalyst at this rate. And it would benefit a lot from having someone to beta it for me, if anyone feels up to the job. =D
Anyway, as promised, this is based in the alternate universe from the Side Red/Side Black drama CDs, probably won’t make a lot of sense if you’re not familiar with them (mp3s and translations for which are up online, on the off chance there’s still anyone out there I haven’t linked to those yet). But if anyone is curious but can’t be bothered going through all those tracks, have a brief summary:
(Since these probably count as spoilers, highlight to read)During the war, Ky is killed trying to single-handedly fight off a major gear attack. Sol takes over command of the Holy Order (Ky’s dying request), and eventually defeats Justice much like in the regular timeline. However, events in this world have changed enough that Dizzy, rather than being brought up by humans, is raised by Justice herself and eventually takes over the gear army after her mother’s death. Ten years after Sol takes over the Order, the war is still going. And the odds aren’t looking all that good for mankind.
I-no is also involved in there somewhere, but I wouldn’t want to spoil everything for you =P.
Title: Game Over
Rating: PG
Word count: 685
Notes: Contains some implied Sol/Ky. Also Angst. No, that capitalisation was not accidental.
Even in death, Ky just won’t give him a break. He has a habit of showing up during the few hours Sol gets on maybe a weekly basis for some proper sleep; always looking unfairly healthy and clean, so close to glowing with all that holy righteousness that it would make anyone sick. Sol pretends to be asleep or pretends Ky’s not there, but even though ‘sleep’ these days usually means he falls flat on his face on the first comfortable surface he sees and doesn’t move an inch until someone wakes him up to deal with yet another goddamn gear attack, this strategy never works. It’s like pretending you can’t feel the sun shining into your face.
The conversation goes something like this.
“Sol,” Ky’s voice will say, no footsteps leading up, no more warning than that. Sol does not look up – will spend the whole conversation speaking into whatever he’s using as pillow when can get away with it, but Ky will only repeat his name if he doesn’t respond.
“Shut up,” he grumbles. “Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?”
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” says Ky, polite nonsense.
Sol growls, “What are you doing here? If you’ve come back for your army, you can have it. Might be a bit worse for wear than it used to be.”
Ky tells him, “It isn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad?” Even muffled by the pillow Sol sounds incredulous. “Haven’t you seen how fast we’re sending troops after you?”
“It’s been like that from the beginning,” Ky says, too gently. “It’s war. There’ll always be casualties. On both sides.”
“Cut the crap,” Sol snarls. “We’re losing and you know it.” And that’s top of the list of things even he might not acknowledge in waking hours, but in this company, what’s the use of pretence?
“You haven’t lost,” Ky says. “You defeated Justice.”
Sol doesn’t want reminding, he’s never picked up Ky’s taste for heroics. “Bitch left us a hell of a going away present.”
But the damn kid won’t let even that discourage him. “Dizzy isn’t undefeatable either. You haven’t done badly.”
“Like hell.” It drives him even more insane that Ky keeps his temper so easily now. “If you were alive, you’d have argued with every order I ever gave.”
“You can’t dwell on what could have been, Sol,” says Ky, and if Sol had been in the mood to care, that might have been as close as he ever got in these meetings to sounding regretful. “All you can do is keep moving forward.”
Sol hasn’t been convinced for a long time there is anywhere forward for them to go – this war’s gone on over a hundred years already, and the only reason it won’t last another hundred is there’ll be no-one left to fight it. A glorious death in battle isn’t his style. Leading an army in defence of mankind isn’t his style either, but he knows who to blame that one on. “Bastard,” he grumbles, and it might be a good thing his face is somewhere Ky can’t see it. “Knew you went and died just to make me do your job for you.”
“It’ll be alright, Sol. Have faith.” The weight of a hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “Everything you’ve achieved hasn’t been in vain. And even…”
It’s nearly always right at this point that someone comes bursting in with news of some new disaster which absolutely can’t be dealt with without the commander’s input, and Sol gets reminded anew that real sleep or a night without restless ghosts to bother you are luxuries for people who haven’t had the fate of the world deposited on their shoulders. Even after that, he can count on spending the rest of at least the next twenty four hours with the nagging urge to get a certain teenaged Frenchman somewhere private and strip him out of his clothes, which was frustrating enough even back when it was just a really bad idea and not a metaphysically impossibility to boot.
He never gets anything useful done on those days.
As always with first attempts at fic in new fandoms, any feedback much appreciated.
I’ve also got some longer fic in the works – longer meaning it’s somewhere near the 9000 word mark, tending more towards the gen end of the spectrum though featuring the same characters (and already forcing me to invent reasonably convincing military strategy for use against giant, sentient bioweapons. o_o Wikipedia is not able to give me much help on this.) It'll probably be my next big project after I’ve finished Catalyst at this rate. And it would benefit a lot from having someone to beta it for me, if anyone feels up to the job. =D
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Date: 2007-06-08 10:19 am (UTC)(I really need to improve my knowledge of GG before I do any fic-writing. ^^;;)
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Date: 2007-06-08 01:09 pm (UTC)(If it's any help, I can also direct you to the manga, summaries for the novels and complete scripts for the second two games (XX#Reload's the only one I've actually gotten to play much of). There's a partial script for the first one floating around somewhere online too...
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Hi everyone, my name is Rallamajoop, and I'm addicted to a fighting game. ^^;;; )
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Date: 2007-06-09 03:59 am (UTC)At least you're not a squeeing fangirl who goes to arcades for the express purpose of watching the GG video sequences. *looks shifty*
OMG, I have found a kindred spirit! =D
Date: 2007-06-09 04:21 am (UTC)<.< Well of course not.
That's what youtube is for!And it's not like I've spent that many hours at the online multiradical-kanji lookup trying to translate the manga despite my rather laughable command of Japanese >.>
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Date: 2007-06-08 11:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-08 01:53 pm (UTC)Re: PS: ^___^
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Date: 2007-06-08 02:00 pm (UTC)OT ps. I am seeing you (and your sister) tomorrow night, yes? (And I hope her interview went okay!)
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Date: 2007-06-08 02:15 pm (UTC)Yes! And she got the job! ^___^
Now we just have to convince them she's worth more than bare minimum wage, dammit!Hm... speaking of betaing and tomorrow night, are you still likely to have the chance to read through the next part this weekend? What with other commitments we've got on and all, I mean.
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Date: 2007-06-08 02:38 pm (UTC)OH HELL YES!! :D:D
I can give it my best shot. Send it over :)
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Date: 2007-06-08 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-17 11:30 am (UTC)Umm.. since my brain is currently messed up with finals and graduation, I'm sorry for the lack of smart comment, but well... *handing you cyber cookies*
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Date: 2007-06-17 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-19 09:58 pm (UTC)You've got a good idea going there, but I won't lie, it needs work. There were a few spelling and grammatical errors...personally I don't think present-tense was the best choice...but overall, you got your point across.
This piece sets a very nice mood, you've certainly thought things out. I'd like to see more.
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Date: 2007-06-20 07:33 am (UTC)It was always meant to be a mood focused kind of piece, so I'm glad that aspect came through well. And I'm definitely planning to get more fic written for this fandom just as soon as I get the chance.
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Date: 2007-06-20 12:08 pm (UTC)I don't suppose you've read any of my SolxKy fics, have you? There are two (albeit old) ones up at fanfiction.net (username= Raging Tofu) and I'm in the middle of posting a new multi-part piece on my LJ...
As for pointing out the errors and such, I wouldn't mind doing it, it just can't be done at the moment (I'm in the middle of my college finals). When I do get some time, I will look it over again and let you know.
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Date: 2007-06-21 04:53 am (UTC)I have read some of your fics, btw. Left a comment (http://community.livejournal.com/solxky/8943.html?thread=34799#t34799) on one even. =P