11-29-2015, 09:35 AM
Ballad had awoken in strange places before, but this place was the strangest by far.
Every other memory was a blur up until that point. A dragon and a humanoid had collided into him and his... friend? Had they passed each other in the hallways of the infirmary at some point? He didn't know.
Ballad quickly reverted his mind back to the present, his vision no longer overwhelmed by lights. He felt... different, for some reason. He let out a soft groan, his voice somewhat feminine as he brought his gloved left hand up to his face, wiping it down. He rubbed the brim of his sweaty nose when the melodic sound of his voice struck his ears, causing him to pause. Ballad slid his hand down to his mouth, conveniently covered by a red scarf, and cupped it in surprise as his glowing yellow eyes bulged out of their sockets.
"What in the fu- WHAT'S WITH MY VOICE?!" Ballad shouted, his girly voice bouncing around the auditorium as the instruments played a loud, sudden fortissimo followed by a rapid series of notes from violins. Ballad looked down towards his chest as the dramatic music continued to play, seeing breasts poking out of his coat and a... blue and white uniform? Ballad let out an exasperated groan, though it wasn't because he now had the breasts of a teenage girl. He didn't pay attention to the fact that his eyebrows could move as he gripped his newly-formed breasts in a curious fashion. They were rather-
Stop touching my boobs, you friggin' pervert.
Ballad yelped, dumbstruck with surprise as he raised his... sword? The sword was a rapier, roughly three feet long, and had a large compartment near the hilt that looked like a revolving cylinder for guns. It also had a trigger close to the drum, with a barrel alongside the sword connected to it. Ballad momentarily gazed in shock at his new weapon before another voice that sounded exactly like his new one, only more monotone and saddened, rushed through his mind.
Sorry.. it's just.. I'm surprised too. Can you, like, talk in private too or?
What are you- WHAT?! In case you didn't notice, I'm a fucking WOMAN now. I have a dress! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!
Ask the other guys, I dunno..
"What other guys?" Ballad said to himself as he whirled around, seeing an... intimidating creature rise up from the ground. Ballad's face grew visibly concerned as the thing separated its wings, drawing a massive musical intro from the instruments around the ballroom. Ballad squeaked, stupidly pointing his weapon at the demonic-looking dragon man.
The being adjusted its head to stare at the woman, its face expressionless as it looked down towards the knife and gun-blade in its hands. It smirked sadistically as it said "You'll be a good test." before lifting its wings upwards, earning a battle prelude from the orchestra before charging at the green woman at an unbelievable speed.
Ballad had no time to think before his fingers instinctively pressed down on the trigger, shooting a bullet towards the abomination. The bullet lodged itself into the attacker's left wing, earning a grunt of pain from him as he tackled the gunsmith lady. The two fighters pummeled each other as they rolled into a large clarinet that was easily as tall as the room itself; it was spouting out sensational notes to start off the new entertainment. Ballad hit his head against the instrument as his back landed firmly against the "wall". His eyes grew blurry, though he could easily see the knife as it sank into his stomach.
We've already lost.
"SHUT UP!" Ballad raged, anger and pain contorting his visage as he kicked the man square in the stomach, sending him flying backwards and onto its stomach. The thing growled as it desperately tried to get itself back off of the ground.
Ballad smiled, hastily standing up, dragging his right hand against the clarinet with his rifle still in his left hand. His stomach wound was hardly bleeding, as if the knife was little more than a blunt toy. Ballad stared at the warrior, seizing the opportunity by aiming his rifle at the reptilian's head.
A thought encroached inside his brain like a parasite. He fought with it mentally, sweat increasing on his face and his smile turning into a glare. His knuckles underneath his gloves became white, strained to the limit as his hands shook.
Then, before he could realize what he was doing, he was off, moving behind the clarinet pillar, and away from the battle in general. Something kept him ending the whole thing before it could begin, but mercy was good right? Right?!
Oh god, what did you do to me??
Every other memory was a blur up until that point. A dragon and a humanoid had collided into him and his... friend? Had they passed each other in the hallways of the infirmary at some point? He didn't know.
Ballad quickly reverted his mind back to the present, his vision no longer overwhelmed by lights. He felt... different, for some reason. He let out a soft groan, his voice somewhat feminine as he brought his gloved left hand up to his face, wiping it down. He rubbed the brim of his sweaty nose when the melodic sound of his voice struck his ears, causing him to pause. Ballad slid his hand down to his mouth, conveniently covered by a red scarf, and cupped it in surprise as his glowing yellow eyes bulged out of their sockets.
"What in the fu- WHAT'S WITH MY VOICE?!" Ballad shouted, his girly voice bouncing around the auditorium as the instruments played a loud, sudden fortissimo followed by a rapid series of notes from violins. Ballad looked down towards his chest as the dramatic music continued to play, seeing breasts poking out of his coat and a... blue and white uniform? Ballad let out an exasperated groan, though it wasn't because he now had the breasts of a teenage girl. He didn't pay attention to the fact that his eyebrows could move as he gripped his newly-formed breasts in a curious fashion. They were rather-
Stop touching my boobs, you friggin' pervert.
Ballad yelped, dumbstruck with surprise as he raised his... sword? The sword was a rapier, roughly three feet long, and had a large compartment near the hilt that looked like a revolving cylinder for guns. It also had a trigger close to the drum, with a barrel alongside the sword connected to it. Ballad momentarily gazed in shock at his new weapon before another voice that sounded exactly like his new one, only more monotone and saddened, rushed through his mind.
Sorry.. it's just.. I'm surprised too. Can you, like, talk in private too or?
What are you- WHAT?! In case you didn't notice, I'm a fucking WOMAN now. I have a dress! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!
Ask the other guys, I dunno..
"What other guys?" Ballad said to himself as he whirled around, seeing an... intimidating creature rise up from the ground. Ballad's face grew visibly concerned as the thing separated its wings, drawing a massive musical intro from the instruments around the ballroom. Ballad squeaked, stupidly pointing his weapon at the demonic-looking dragon man.
The being adjusted its head to stare at the woman, its face expressionless as it looked down towards the knife and gun-blade in its hands. It smirked sadistically as it said "You'll be a good test." before lifting its wings upwards, earning a battle prelude from the orchestra before charging at the green woman at an unbelievable speed.
Ballad had no time to think before his fingers instinctively pressed down on the trigger, shooting a bullet towards the abomination. The bullet lodged itself into the attacker's left wing, earning a grunt of pain from him as he tackled the gunsmith lady. The two fighters pummeled each other as they rolled into a large clarinet that was easily as tall as the room itself; it was spouting out sensational notes to start off the new entertainment. Ballad hit his head against the instrument as his back landed firmly against the "wall". His eyes grew blurry, though he could easily see the knife as it sank into his stomach.
We've already lost.
"SHUT UP!" Ballad raged, anger and pain contorting his visage as he kicked the man square in the stomach, sending him flying backwards and onto its stomach. The thing growled as it desperately tried to get itself back off of the ground.
Ballad smiled, hastily standing up, dragging his right hand against the clarinet with his rifle still in his left hand. His stomach wound was hardly bleeding, as if the knife was little more than a blunt toy. Ballad stared at the warrior, seizing the opportunity by aiming his rifle at the reptilian's head.
A thought encroached inside his brain like a parasite. He fought with it mentally, sweat increasing on his face and his smile turning into a glare. His knuckles underneath his gloves became white, strained to the limit as his hands shook.
Then, before he could realize what he was doing, he was off, moving behind the clarinet pillar, and away from the battle in general. Something kept him ending the whole thing before it could begin, but mercy was good right? Right?!
Oh god, what did you do to me??
Quote:First post done!
Word Count: 796
Moves used: Dragonblade (Dagger) - Victor/Axorn
Myrtemaster Gun - Weiss/Ballad
Powers used:
Burst Movement - Victor/Axorn
Slightly revised from the draft. I wanted to be extra careful in how it was presented
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