Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Deviant Premium Member mecha r usCanada Recent Activity
Deviant for 8 Years
2 Week Premium Membership:
Given by elibeens
Statistics 34 Deviations 1,673 Comments 4,153 Pageviews

Activity


A very useful place, the World Outside The World was; in the formless aether one could find shining paths between existences, the not-crystals of power itself ... and countless land-drifts, glassy and promising some future existence.

One of those very drifts, resembling a broad, smooth plain of polished obsidian, was currently the focus of far more activity than the World Outside The World normally experienced.  Chuckling to himself, Nightsilver paced out a broad, wide arena -- scratching the lines into the "glass" with claw and antler -- and, with the task completed, shifted to a more humanoid shape just in time for his counterpart to arrive.   By the time the silvery shimmering gate closed behind Telris, he was feeling settled into the new form.

"Ready for our little dance?"

The chuckle in his voice took the edge from the sharp teeth behind his smile.  They made a fair pair, really: she in palest blue and ice-white trimmed with gold, striking against her dusky complexion, and he with night-colours and a blouse thin enough to show the silvery coils that traced across his own dark flesh; the one with pertly curving ears and golden horns, the other sporting great vulpine ears midnight-furred and silver-marked, and softly glowing grey pearl antlers ...

Telris nodded, taking in the makeshift arena with a nod and a little smile of her own.

"Yes, I think I am.  This is an interesting idea, sparring here where we can't do any damage --"

"Or any lasting injury."

The featureless green glow of Nightsilver's eyes met her own blue, and he flicked his tail once.

"So, then, shall we?"

She grinned, encouraged by his ready acquiesence, and drew a shimmering blade from the World Outside's pale light -- in the same swift motion darting forward, weaving, to feint and jab.  Nightsilver lunged backward a pace -- for a moment, blue-black wings, feathers silver-marked with the shadow of the moon, appeared -- howling laughter, and called his own sword, twisted thornlike from lunargent, to his hand to parry her strikes and catch the blade, locked in his weapon's coiling barbs.  They struggled against each other to break the lock, and he was chuckling again.

"First strike is not always a successful one, you realize --"

"Ha!"

The flash caught him unawares.  Dazzled, he dropped the parry and flared wings again, mantling; Telris danced away, and it was her turn to be laughing now.

"Maybe not, but I think I tagged you anyway --!"

"T'cha, fair --"

His turn now, sword almost writhing like a living thing as he closed in, switching grip from hand to hand after each smooth crescent arc whistled through the air, wings held up and wide to snap sideways, box Telris in against the arena's smooth oval that cast false-sparks into the air as the two pressed into the ward Nightsilver had carved into the ground.  Another sword blow, the tip biting Telris's flesh and drawing glimmering motes instead of blood --

-- and in the same moment, a knife of light flew and buried itself into Nightsilver's shoulder.

"Haiiiiuuwwwll"

In an eyeblink Telris was away, swerving and dancing lightly, exchanging blade for bow as she gained ground away from her opponent.  Half-shifted, Nightsilver pulled the knife from his flesh in a mist of light and lifted his head as if scenting the air, ears pricked high, as Telris formed her arrows, nocked the first two, and let the barrage fly.

The bright barbed lances shattered against a mandala of moonlight runethorns, and Nightsilver smiled through his fall of black hair.

"Not this time, I don't think."

"Well, it didn't hurt to try ~"

Then, from a gesture from its master, the mandala split clear in two.  One half re-formed into Nightsilver's gossamer shielding; the other sank into the glassy surface below and sped towards Telris.  And where it went, the ground erupted into razor sharp shards before shattering into obsidian dust.  Telris took to her heels, weaving around the earthfang's path, firing arrows when the opportunity presented itself -- keeping Nightsilver off-balance, unable to go on the offensive.  The thing had to run out of energy eventually.

-- Or collide with the arena's ward and shatter itself.  That was also an option.  Of course the dust had barely settled and Nightsilver was on the move, loping the length of the arena ... away from Telris.  

Really?  What was he doing ...?

"I don't think that's the way out --"

But he paid no mind to Telris' cheerful call, no indeed; but, once he'd raced as far as he could reach -- deflecting arrows as he went, mandala shattering with the last pace gained -- he whirled, and laughed, and fell to all fours in a liquid shifting.  On paws and blurred wings, now, jaws agape, he charged around the arena's edge, covering ground at a fearful speed, ignoring the arrow that buried itself in one wing's leading edge as Telris weighed her options, took that shot, prepared another --

A disc of silver appeared on the ground a pace ahead of Nightsilver; hitting it like an onrushing train, he disappeared from sight -- materializing again scant lengths away from Telris, and not stopping.  His charge took her clear off her feet, bow dissipating from the shock of the blow as she landed --

Her shining blade swung to reach his flanks, but not before strong jaws locked carefully, and warningly, around her throat, his head tilted just enough to keep sharp antler tines from scoring her face.  When he 'spoke', his mental voice was thick with amusement.

~Well.  I think we've come to quite the impasse, here.  A draw, would you say?~

He wasn't causing near enough pressure to cut off her air; Telris answered readily.

"Yeah, I think so.  Thanks for the lessons, it's been fun."

~And to you on both counts.  You're as unpredictable as moonwings, I swear.  Good choice of style.~

Jawlock released, he sat back on his haunches; she dismissed her blade and sat up slowly.  Yes, a good show of lessons all around ...
Taking Measure
My entry of an OC/OC bit of sparring for :iconmegiinkdragon:'s writing and art contest :3

Her Telris can be seen here: Eodati: Telris by MegiInkdragon

Nightsilver's forms can be found here:
ic.pics.livejournal.com/taicha…
ic.pics.livejournal.com/taicha…
Loading...
New Year's Salute


"But what --"

For the last twenty minutes and more Enker had followed at Punk's heels like a spiky golden-blue -- and very annoying -- yappy dog.  For those same last twenty minutes and more Punk had stubbornly ignored him, making the trip back and forth from the storage basement to the highest tower of Wily's newest Skull Fortress (without teleporting, even) dragging what were obviously explosives of some kind.  Just what kind, Enker had no idea -- which was why he was trying to drag the information out of his fellow Killer.

Really, it was beginning to reach embarrassing levels of failure.  The last thing Enker needed was to finally lose his calm; the only thing that could possibly be worse than that would be to be spotted by any other Robot Master.  Or Forte.  Forte definitely topped his list of Do Not Want Now Or Ever Really --

"Okay fine, it's gonna ruin the surprise but whatever.  You're gonna need to know anyway."

Punk's outburst coincided with his stopping midway up the catwalk stairs.  Unprepared, Enker plowed into the broad red expanse of Punk's back and -- staggering -- barely caught himself before tumbling over backwards.

"... This had best have a good explanation, Punk ..."

"Oh yeah.  Oh yeah.  See, me and Ballade were watching the newsfeeds for Master Wily --"

Oh no.

Enker felt the cold clutch of doom creep along his circuits, Punk's obvious gleefulness be damned.  Blissfully ignoring his 'brother's' silence, Punk resumed his stairway climb and kept chattering.

"-- anyway, we were watching the newsfeeds and most of it was more boring holiday stuff, human stuff, you know the kind.  Don't care about that 'kiss-mass' thing.  But there's something else they do, stuff when the year's over."

"... New Year's Eve, yes.  What about it?"

By now Punk was nearly vibrating with glee.

"New Years is when they blow stuff up.  Now that's something I can get behind!  And I thought Ballade was going to short out with happy, let me tell you.  So --"

Now Enker felt a headache coming on, the sort normally produced only by overcharging or provoking Quick.

"... So that's what the explosives are for, I assume.  Punk, you do realize that they use a specific kind of explosive, don't you?  And said explosives are launched into the sky?"

By now the two had reached the rooftop hatch; Punk shoved it open bodily -- revealing well-trampled snow, many footprints, and a brilliant stair-filled sky -- and climbed out.  Enker followed close behind, despite himself.  As Punk set down the crate Ballade swing into view, grinning like a maniac.

"Don't worry about that, Enker.  We got a plan."


-*-


That 'plan' (much to Enker's despair) turned out to involve sitting around on the rooftop and ripping the insides out of a bewildering, dizzying variety of explosives, flares, dazzlers, and incendiaries, a task that he dreaded every moment of but certainly kept Ballade and Punk highly entertained.  The occasional accident wasn't fazing them, either -- Ballade, especially, seemed to take every charge that blew up in his face as a part of the festivities.  

As he gingerly tweaked the powdery core from yet another charge, Enker fully expected to hear the sound of Master Wily's displeasure come blasting over their comm channel.  But, oddly, it never happened.  Perhaps the Master was distracted with some other nefariously brilliant scheme?

"Aww, Enker, lighten up some.  This's supposed to be a fun night."

"I'm sorry, Ballade, if the idea of causing mass destruction to myself, to you, and-or to the top of this tower is not exactly appealing to me right at the moment."

He squinted at Ballade suspiciously.

"Especially as, may I point out, neither one of you have bothered to explain to me yet just what you plan to do with these things once we've finished with ... whatever is it you have us dismantling them for."

Ballade's only answer was another grin.  He shrugged, whistling (whistling!  where did he pick up that habit, from the prototype?!), and dropped a few more dazzlers into his own lap to get pulled apart.  

That was the last straw.  Enker climbed to his feet, brushed the snow off his plating and swung towards the hatch.  Oh yes, that was enough of this foolishness.  Punk dropped his own flare into the snow and surged up after him.

"Hey, Enker --"

"I am not putting up with this, Punk."

"Hey, don't be like that.  Ballade's just being Ballade.  Look, this's what we're gonna do -- once we're finished ripping the things open, we're patching them back together with all the flare gel and the incendiaries but not the actual ammo, see?  Like the sparkly explosions the humans set off.  He just wanted to surprise you with it, that's all.

"Come on, dude, we're not actually going to blow up the top of the Fortress or something."

"... Alright, fine.  That sounds fair enough.  Though you could have just said as much to begin with."  

It was only after the new bright and sparkly but not lethal (they assumed) cores were spliced together that it occurred to Enker he hadn't found out how the blasted things were going to be launched.

Then he saw Ballade.  And his pile of hollowed-out Cracker shells.  And his manic smile.

Oh, no.  Ohhhh no ...


-*-


Five seconds after midnight --

*CHOOMCHOOMCHOOM* -- another volley of fireworks and flares rocketed skyward to the sound of Ballade's howls of laughter, exploding high above the Fortress in splashes of violet and red and orange.  Punk pounded Ballade on the back.

"Looking good, dude!  Give us another --!"

Ballade was only too happy to oblige, funneling the explosives into his launchers with blinding speed.  
On the ground below,  a handful of Robot Masters -- and Doctor Wily, even! -- were milling around in the snow, staring up at the spectacle.  And, despite himself, as he stood there watching his brothers' antics, Enker had to admit that the mad plan had actually worked.

Well.  Happy New Year, indeed.
Robot Rumpus 2014: New Year's Salute
For :iconmegaphantaze: for this year's Robot Rumpus ~  Hope you enjoy! :3


Loading...

Robot Rumpus 2014!

Journal Entry: Mon Oct 20, 2014, 6:06 PM


Aww yeah, it's that time of year again!  :D  Greetings, folks and whomever I've been matched with! :3


Feel free to mix and match characters from the lists below, if the muse strikes, and no worries about numbers -- I just want to give a decent selection to choose from *grins*  I'm also cool with reinterpretations, 'what would such-and-such look like designed in another series style', and similar; whatever floats yer boat so long as the characters are still themselves.  :3




Classic:

Blues
Terra
Ballade
Sunstar
R-Shadow (I know, lol)
Crash Man
Pharaoh Man
Quick Man


X:

Zero
Zero Nightmare
X
iX (return of the I know, lol ~)
Alia
Gate
Signas
Commander Yammark
Blizzard Wolfang


Zero:

Zero
Elpis
Harpuia
Phantom
Copy-X
cyberelf-X


.EXE:

Forte.EXE
Blues.EXE
Serenade.EXE

  • Listening to: MGR: R OST
  • Reading: In Search of Lost Frogs
  • Playing: Azure Striker Gunvolt
  • Eating: food?

It's that time again ...

Journal Entry: Wed Aug 6, 2014, 11:11 AM


Once I get home from work this evening, I'm being picked up by the scruff and hauled off to another province for three-four days to attend a wedding.  (yay.)

I'm banking on not having net access worth the effort, so I'll likely fall off the map for a bit; see you all when I crawl home again --

  • Listening to: The Megas
  • Reading: Transformers: Eugenesis
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: food?

Robot Rumpus 2014!

Journal Entry: Mon Oct 20, 2014, 6:06 PM


Aww yeah, it's that time of year again!  :D  Greetings, folks and whomever I've been matched with! :3


Feel free to mix and match characters from the lists below, if the muse strikes, and no worries about numbers -- I just want to give a decent selection to choose from *grins*  I'm also cool with reinterpretations, 'what would such-and-such look like designed in another series style', and similar; whatever floats yer boat so long as the characters are still themselves.  :3




Classic:

Blues
Terra
Ballade
Sunstar
R-Shadow (I know, lol)
Crash Man
Pharaoh Man
Quick Man


X:

Zero
Zero Nightmare
X
iX (return of the I know, lol ~)
Alia
Gate
Signas
Commander Yammark
Blizzard Wolfang


Zero:

Zero
Elpis
Harpuia
Phantom
Copy-X
cyberelf-X


.EXE:

Forte.EXE
Blues.EXE
Serenade.EXE

  • Listening to: MGR: R OST
  • Reading: In Search of Lost Frogs
  • Playing: Azure Striker Gunvolt
  • Eating: food?

Journal History

deviantID

taichara's Profile Picture
taichara
mecha r us
Canada
Not much to say, really:

Ebil hamster (hiiii bunneh), mecha fanatic, lover of robots and odd critters, roleplayer, world builder, writer and general eccentric.

I've written a novel, King of Bones, which is currently available on Amazon and in other online stores. Go me! :D;;

I may~ be a tad obsessed with robots, which begs the question of why I was writing fantasy that didn't have any. ;3 This terrible oversight has, mind you, since been corrected ~
Interests

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconwaystone:
Waystone Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the favourite! ^^
Reply
:iconsketchyrae:
SketchyRae Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2014
Your commission is ready but it'll be posted tomorrow. OvO
Reply
:icontaichara:
taichara Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2014
Awesome :3
Reply
:iconsketchyrae:
SketchyRae Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2014
[PC| taichara ] by SketchyRae :icontuzkidanceplz:
Reply
:iconkissing:
Kissing Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
<3
Reply
:icontaichara:
taichara Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2014
X3  <3
Reply
:icondekokatana:
Dekokatana Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2014
Thanks for the Watch!
Reply
:icontaichara:
taichara Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2014
Welcome :3
Reply
:iconvenvatio:
VenvaTio Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thank you so much for the watch :la:
Reply
:icontaichara:
taichara Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2014
Welcome :3
Reply
Add a Comment: