+=+ YuGiOh: The Hyper City - Chapter *10* +=+

[Deucalion]

[spoiler=Introduction]

[align=center]Introduction

 

Once, long ago, the world was beautiful, an awe inspiring marvel. Sapphire seas of white-fleck'd waves, and emerald lands of verdant countries, each with thousands of animals and birds and plants, so much, so much. And people, they strode across the earth, with their cities, and their towns, and their civilisations with them. It couldn't last, though.

 

Those towns and cities grew, bigger, vaster, expanding across the globe, spewing pollution and devastation in their wake. Gone was the clean air and pure skies, to be replaced by hideous smog and dust. Gone were the clear seas and blue oceans, to be replaced with acid water and dangerous chemicals. And gone was the land, eaten up in the formation of...

 

... the Hyper City. A massive city, that covered all the land on the Earth. All of the human race, bound in a prison of glass and steel, their cultures merged into one culture, their languages replaced by one language, their freedom replaced by one dictator, the Sable Patrician.

 

Strange things happened to those who disobeyed his rules. They were usually never found, but those that were... it was a fate you would not wish upon your worst enemy. Nobody ever went against the Sable Patrician. He was the total ruler of the Hyper City, and the gargantuan suburbian areas contained within.

 

Most games are outlawed, for enciting fun and joy within the general populace, but oddly, one was not. This game was known as Duel Monsters. It was a game (some called it a sport) of great daring and ingenuity, that could trace it's lineage back to the Egyptian Pharaohs. It became famous, and important beyond belief to the people of Hyper City. It was their one way of escaping the twisted dystopia.

 

The Sable Patrician was a master of the game.

 

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Those who want their character to be in, see page 2.

 

That's the basic set out for my fanfic, say what you think of the new intro, and enough people like it, I'll start writing.

 

Prologue:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=514773#pid514773

Chapter 1: Something Wicked This Way Comes:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=516213#pid516213

Chapter 2: A Brave New World:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=516602#pid516602

Chapter 3: Heart of Darkness:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=517075#pid517075

Chapter 4: The Calm Before The Storm:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=518315#pid518315

Chapter 5: The First Blood:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=522073#pid522073

Chapter 6: Her Dark Materials:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=523289#pid523289

Chapter 7: The Sands of Time:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=534385#pid534385

Chapter 8: Tempus Fugit:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=539124#pid539124

Chapter 9: My Sword is Singing:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=542047#pid542047

Chapter 10: Cogito, Ergo Sum:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/thread-33632-post-982396.html#pid982396

 

Characters / Deck Lists

Pica Valeth:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=518426#pid518426

Argent:

Corve Corone:

The Sable Patrician:

Gin Korumaru:

http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/showthread.php?tid=33632&pid=534404#pid534404

Ishizu Ishtar:

Ebon Grauner:

The Overseers:

Arkana:

Kishara Grauner:

[Umbra]

Three words.

OH

MY

GOD

 

Me want more chapters of this.

[Deucalion]

The sun set, marking the end of the day. It shone through a dim-lit atmosphere, clouded pink light filtering down to the Hyper City, that dystopian collection of skyscrapers. One jarring sound filled the air with it: the curfew siren. It was time for all the citizens to return to their home. Or else.

 

Pica ran through the city, her heart racing. Now the siren had let out it's dirge-like wail, she had but 10 minutes to retreat to her abode, lest she be caught by the Overseers. The streets were already mostly empty, and she could run through the roads with relative safety.

 

Quickly, she ran down a flight of stairs, turned left through a secluded alley, leaping over the toppled dust-bins, then ran up a flight of grating onto a series of balconies that lay across a series of warehouses, her feet scraping against the rusted metal. She checked her pocket watch breathlessly. 8:03. She had 2 minutes left, and then...

 

She forced herself on, her heart beating faster, and skidded round the corner of the balcony, leaped over a wooden barricade, and then stopped, panting, yet filled with relief. The door to her home was before her, the number 670 emblazoned in copper script across a green door. Quickly, she rattled the handle, waiting for her flatmate to open the door. There was no reply. Anxious, she knocked harder, and swiftly checked her watch again. 8:04.

 

"Argent, open the door!" she yelled, her strident voice cutting through the wail of the siren.

Finally, the door opened, and she fell through the doorway, exhausted. Her flatmate, Argent, helped her inside, an anxious look on his face.

 

Their flat was quite small. It was listed as a Class F3 Building, a minor blip compared to the gargantuan pieces of architecture that adorned the rest of the city. It was the lucky they had it all though; Argent wasn't from the Green district where the flat was located, and therefore had no rights to housing, and Pica had little money, and a low-paid job as a waitress at a local restaurant. It was only because Pica's uncle, the rich executive of a card-producing company, partly funded by the Patrician, was willing to pay for them that they weren't beggars living on the streets, or worse, slaves. Life in the Hyper City was tough.

 

Argent carefully mixed her a cup of kisch, a synthetic tea imitation (tea could only be afforded by the extremely rich. As the Hyper City covered the world, there were very few plantations of any sort, and they had to be grown in special greenhouses, as the pollutant heavy atmosphere prevented most plants from getting enough light to grow properly), and sat her down on the sofa in the sitting room.

 

His brown hair was scattered untidily, but his green eyes sparkled, and his cheery, if worried face, calmed Pica somewhat. Argent was a reliable friend. She had met him working for her uncle as slave and Duel Monsters card-artist, but when there had been an accident at the factory where he worked (some suspected sabotage), he had been forced out of the Green section by debts. Pica's uncle had then stepped in, introduced her to Argent, and suggested they share a flat, which he would pay for. He also freed Argent, as a sign of gratitude, as Argent was one of the best artists in the business. Pica could remember meeting him. He had been wearing the brown shirt, and beige shorts that marked him as a card-artist, and which he was wearing now. He had been but 14 then.

 

Pica took the kisch, and drank it noisily, before relaxing, and slumping into the comfy contours of the sofa. Argent sat in the small armchair next to it.

 

"You were out dangerously late. What took you so long?" he said, anxiously.

 

"I was watching a Duel Masters tournament, at the Amphitheatre, but the transport service broke down. I had to make my way by foot."

 

"Those shoddy, unreliable levi-trains. The Patrician should do something about it."

 

Pica flinched. Most people were somewhat wary about talk concerning the Patrician, and the saying walls have ears seemed particularly appropriate at times.

 

Argent quickly shifted the conversation, seeing her discomfort.

 

"So, how did the tournament go?"

 

"It was amazing. The skill with which they played... it was fantastic. Deinos de Aggelos was dueling Bern Stevens."

 

Pica went into a long and detailed discussion of the tournament, lingering over both the high points and the low points, savouring the experience in her mind. It was one of the few things the denizens of Hyper City had to look forward to in life. Argent listened intently. He would have gone, but his work was nearing a critical stage. Corve, Pica's uncle, needed a new batch of 121 cards, 21 of which he had been assigned to make. Argent considered his work an art form, and spent long hours working out each part of his creations.

 

"Just think..." said Pica. "Soon, I'll be 18, and eligible to enter tournaments. I can't wait."

 

"Think you'll have a chance?" said Argent. Personally, he considered her a fairly mediocre player, but she had improved under his tutelage. At his current age of 16, he was an amazing player, no doubt helped by his job as artist, but even when he was 18, in one and half years time, he would be banned from tournaments, this time because of his job.

 

Pica laughed.

 

"Not really, but it would be nice. Just three months more."

 

"Well, hold onto that dream." said Argent.

 

Perhaps because of his brief life as a slave, Argent was the far more mature of the two, even though he was younger by slightly under a year. While his slave-life had been fairly pampered compared to some slaves (he was treated with relative security by Corve, who valued his artistry), he had endured a rough life, which he didn't like to talk about.

 

Argent got up, and headed back to the small workshop at the back of the flat, to continue with his "magnus opus", as he liked to call his latest project. He called back to Pica:

 

"You should go to sleep after that. Remember, the restaurant will open early tomorrow, to celebrate Round 3 of the tournaments."

 

"Awww..." Pica groaned. "Oh well, maybe someone can tell me what happens. It will be Deinos de Aggelos vs. Ken Azeroth, which sounds like an awesome match..."

 

Wearily, she stood up, and went to bed, dreading the labours of the next day.

[Umbra]

The Umbra OMG-meter has gone haywire, just so you know. This is, by far, one of the best fan-fics on this site. I've read books that could equal this.

[Deucalion]

Thanks. That means a lot.

 

BTW, I'm building Pica's deck currently, but I'm having trouble finding specific cards. Obviously, some will be fan-made, but I do want a few real cards. However, it is really hard to narrow them down. Isthere a card search function, that lets you say, search for all monsters that are Dark Attributed Winged Beasts? Or Water Atributed Aquas? Otherwise it would be quite hard for me finding the right card.

[Umbra]

Thanks. That means a lot.

 

BTW' date=' I'm building Pica's deck currently, but I'm having trouble finding specific cards. Obviously, some will be fan-made, but I do want a few real cards. However, it is really hard to narrow them down. Isthere a card search function, that lets you say, search for all monsters that are Dark Attributed Winged Beasts? Or Water Atributed Aquas? Otherwise it would be quite hard for me finding the right card.

[/quote']

 

One or the other should be able to find on the Wikia. You'll have to look up categories, and search for either DARK or Winged Beasts for an example.

 

EDIT: It's easier to find normal decktypes, like Zombies or Six Samurai, for example. Easier to make asw. But if you already have a theme, you should stick to that.

[Deucalion]

Takes too long. Searching for level 4 Light Attributed Fairy monsters is a pain.

 

EDIT: I've taken out Deity cards for numerous reasons:

 

a) They added nothing to the storyline, and were overcomplicating things.

b) There were some loopholes with their Summoning restrictions. (Notably Level A Ocean)

c) I want to just leave the game as it is. I like the current Yu-Gi-Oh rules, and after all, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

[Deucalion]

Chapter 1: Something Wicked This Way Comes

 

Corve Corone was a worried man. He paced the long, dark corridors of his 178th floor penthouse apartment, waiting for his important visitor. He had dismissed his aides, and all was quiet. All he could do now was wait. The clock ticking away monotonously in the background told him it was close to midnight.

 

He glanced around the walls, which were furnished with many a rare and valuable artifact; such as stone tablets from Ancient Egypt, SlowBomb Shells from the American War, a dolphin skeleton of that long-extinct species. It failed to cheer him. All the wealth in the world couldn't do that now.

 

What had happened? Where was he? Anxious thoughts scuttled through Corve's mind, like flies over a corpse.

 

"Corve."

 

Corve jumped, whirling around, terrified. A figure stepped out of the shadows. It was covered in a black robe, and a hood that concealed all of the face. On one hand, there was a thick black glove. On the other, the tanned, sun-bleached skin of a strong and sturdy hand was revealed. There was a ruby-inlaid ring on the middle finger.

 

"Why so nervous, Corve?"

 

"My liege?" stammered Corve.

 

The figure's voice, or rather his voice, for it was unmistakeably male, was deep and sonorous, the vocal equivalent of a strong gravy. It soothed Corve somewhat, with its almost hypnotic effect, and then the sense of nameless fear arose in Corve.

 

"Yes, Corve. I am your liege. And now... how goes our artist?"

 

"The production of the cards go well. Bl-"

 

"Good, very good." The figure turned, and stared out of a window framed by two magnificent red curtains, staring at the complex web of buildings that composed just a miniscule part of the Hyper City.

 

"I see the money I have paid you has been put to good use."

 

"Ye-yes, my liege."

 

Corve was terrified. How had he gotten here? None of the burglar systems had gone off, no doors had opened, the elevator hadn't been used, the windows were shut, and he'd checked earlier that no-one was in the building.

 

"Never mind how I got here, Corve." The figure stated. "Now, I have a task for you."

 

Corve was afraid he'd scream if he opened his mouth to answer, so he nodded hurriedly.

 

"I want certain people... found."

 

Corve hated to think what would happen to the people he wanted finding.

 

"And the best way to do it is, a Duel Monsters tournament. You will host it. Offer a rare and powerful card, and the title of world champion. I will arrange a 1 billion gethn prize as well. Do this, and finish the cards I ordered, and you will be well rewarded."

 

Corve nodded again. 1 billion gethn was a lot of money, and that was a considerable understatement in itself.

 

"Do not finish, and you won't ever be seen again. Or at least, not as a whole person." The figure said this with absolute certainty, and an ominous undertone.

 

Corve collapsed to the floor.

 

"What a fool... he thinks that he can make profit and wealth out of one such as I. Well, soon there will be no wealth for anyone. Ever. And I will be absolute ruler. More so than ever before."

 

The Sable Patrician turned, and stepped into the darkest shadows of the room. And then, he was gone.

[Victory]

a drak winged beast is whiptail crow

[The_Last_One]

awesome

[Luna Diviner]

This rocks, everything is great.

This one of the best fan-fics I've read.

*Now I command thee to read my fan-fic*

[Deucalion]

Chapter 2: A Brave New World

 

The alarm monitem rang violently, with a persistent beep beep beep. It jerked Pica from her sleep suddenly, ripping her from strange dreams of a blue-coated solider riding atop a mighty dragon. Pica fumbled around for the off button on the top of the monitem, and switched it off. She lay in bed for a few more brief seconds, before groaning, and rolling out onto the floor.

 

"Well, time to get up." She rubbed her eyes, stood up, and showered rapidly, and once she'd finished washing, quickly dressed, hunting through her clothing draws for various bits of lingerie, scrabbled around in a back drawer for sock, and then got into the short black skirt and crimson-red top that comprised of her waitress uniform.

 

She quickly checked herself in the small cracked mirror in her room. Her long white hair coiled back smoothly from her head, and her purple eyes stared back at into hers from the disjointed reflection in the mirror. She was told that she resembled her mother more than her father. Pica couldn't really remember either of her parents. They had been arrested by the Overseers when she had been three. She hadn't seen either of them again. She was still terrified of the Overseers now, those creepy police units dressed in formless black armour, who obeyed only the Patrician.

 

Satisfied she was looking acceptable for work, she traipsed out of her room dozily, into the small kitchen, which had a work surface, three cupboards, and cooking monitem. Argent was already down there, drinking some kisch. Pica always wondered how he could function so early in the morning. She was practically a zombie an earlier than eight, and before six, like now, she could barely stay awake. Still, that was her job, although it wasn't normally this bad. the restaurant was just opening early for the next, and final round of the tournament.

 

"Good luck at work." said Argent absent-mindedly. He was playing with a sketch pencil, rolling it between his fingers, a sure sign that he wanted to return to his art. He also held a small park of cards between his hand. On top, Pica could see a card she recognised as Kuriboh.

 

Pica grabbed some synflakes, the synthetic breakfast food with a perfect balance of vitamins (which didn't hide the fact it tasted completely bland), and began to spoon it into her mouth hurriedly.

 

"Scho, how doesh your projshect go?" she asked, through a mouthful of food.

 

"It's going quite well." replied Agent animatedly. "Twenty cards are finished, and just one to go, and one of the finished ones is- well, I can't tell you about it, because of my confidentiality agreement, but it's good."

 

"Uncle doeshn't pay you enuff, you know.."

 

"I was a Corve's slave. He freed me. I'm technically in his debt. He doesn't have to pay me. Most sixteen year old slaves face far worse things than I." Argent's face darkened slightly, but he didn't seem to resent the fact."

 

"Mm." replied Pica, swallowing the last of the synflakes. "I suppose. Now, I'm off to work." she hugged him briefly, and then set out the door. Argent waved, and then finished his kisch, and returned to his workshop.

 

Pica set out on her way to work, along the balcony, down the steps, and along Noire Street. She wondered if her parents would be proud of her. She had got a job, and a flat, and was managing in life. There were so many things she wanted to do in life, though. Become a famous duelist, find -that- boy, got a high paid and respectable job, and she wasn't that close to any of those. She was too young for tournaments, Argent was the only boy she knew well and he was more like a brother than anything else, and she worked as a waitress. Not really a well-paid job.

 

Turning over those thoughts in her mind, she paced the way to work, among the bustling streets. There were merchants and salesmen, beggars and a few chemids, people mutated by the chemicals from the unfiltered water supplies available to the poor. however, there was no-one rich, or even slightly wealthy, walking, though. They all flew above, in levi-trains and levi-cars. Only the poorest of the poor, or those too young for a levi-car license, walked.

 

Finally, she walked up the steps of the building to the restaurant where she worked, a 26 floor cooking complex that catered for the middle-class who did not wish to dine in the squalor of most of the Green district cafes. She reached to open the door, and then stopped in shock. There was a huge notice with bright letters emblazoned across it on the door.

 

The owner and chairman of the Thin Duck restaurant has been arrested on suspicion of starting a "chess" club, and playing illegal games. As such, the restaurant has been closed indefinitely, on order of Overseer No 1382. All employees are under suspicion of assisting a criminal, and will be arrested shortly. Thank you for your co-operation.

 

She was out of a job. This couldn't be happening. And she was going to be arrested. Pica stumbled backwards, and almost fell down the stairs. What was... why had... but? Her life had been turned around in less than a minute. She had to hide. Who could help her? Uncle Corve? No! The Patrician paid him, he would have to hand her in for fear of reprisal. Argent? But how could he help? She had to leave from here anyway, in case there were still Overseers hanging about.

 

She walked away slowly, trying not to attract attention to herself, and then, as soon as she was sure she was out of sight from building, ran as fast as she could, back to her flat.

[Deucalion]

Chapter 3: Heart of Darkness

 

Corve switched on the com monitem. The screen flickered briefly, then a hologram image of the Sable Patrician appeared, still garbed in the impressive and omnious black robe. Corve cleared his throat, waiting for the Sable Patrician to notice, and quickly drained a cup of proper, natural coffee to steady his nerves.

 

The Patrician turned, and became aware of him.

 

"Ah, yes. How goes the tournament preparation, Corone?"

 

Corve was more confident than before. It was daylight, his office was brightly lit, and he was a long way away from the Patrician. Which was, he decided, the best place to be.

 

"Very well, my liege. Advertisements have been put up in the Green, Blue, Red, Yellow, and White districts."

 

The Patrician smiled. There had been many Patricians before him, each trying to unite the Hyper City, and one of the acheivements of his predessors that he considered the greatest was the district system. The parts of Hyper City that spanned North America were known as the Green district, those that went across Asia as the Yellow District, those over Europe the Blue District, those throughout Oceania the Red district, and across Africa the White district. Antartica had submerged underwater due to global warming long ago, and South America was the only place on Earth where the Hyper City had not yet spread.

 

One of the Patricians, in an attempt to stop rivalry between the various continents of the Hyper City, had renamed them as colours, to take away all pride in nationality. The Sable Patrician admired that. Divide and conquer. He himself had no need of such petty tactics, though. He had far more power than any other ruler in the Earth's history.

 

"And what do they say?"

 

"They have all the specifications you asked for, my liege. They tell of a tournament that anyone 18 or over can enter, with a prize of 1 billion gethn, the world champion title, and a rare and powerful card. To enter, you must already have a dueling title, or you must be sponsored by a major company. Those that get through the preliminary round are invited to the Black District, for the tournament itself."

 

The Black District, compared to the others, was minute, and yet it was the most powerful distrcit of all. The Black District was the residence of the Sable Patrician, and his servants. It lay in the middle of the Green district. The Sable Patrician was going to hold the tournament on his own premises. This also gave him the oppotunity to inspect the entrants more closely.

 

The one he was looking for would be naturally skillful, and recognisable to people with certain... means and ways.

 

"Very good. Now, put me down for the entrants list."

 

"My liege?" Corve almost choked on his coffee.

 

"Yes. I wish to participate. I am the World Champion currently, am I not?"

 

"Yes, my liege." Corve nodded in humble acceptance.

 

"What about our other project?"

 

"The two cards you requested are finished. I got the message from my top artist today."

 

"Excellent. Where does this artist live?" The Patrician's voice was hard to disobey. It swept you off your feet, chocolatey and sultry.

 

"670 Copper, Noire Street, Area 51, Green District." Corve said, without thinking.

 

"Thank you. I do hope you aren't to dependant on this artist. My Overseers will be arriving for him shortly."

 

"My liege! My niece lives with him! Please, take care!" Corve managed to blurt out. He didn't particularly care for Pica, but he didn't want anybody killed, or worse, if he could avoid it.

 

"I'm sorry, Corve. You know what the Overseers are like as well as I do." The Patrician's voice didn't sound sorry at all. It sounded malicious and gleeful.

 

The hologram switched off. Corve slumped onto his desk, mentally exhausted. The Sable Patrician was mad. What was so special about two cards? Why had they had to have been tailor-made? Why was he entering the competition? And why, did that man chill Corve to the very bone?

 

He pitied his niece, but he could do nothing more for her now.

 

***

 

The Sable Patrician was still, deathly still, but his body was surrounded by a luminous blue glow, that lit the dark room in which he stood. In front of him, a five pointed star emblem was drawn in the floor. It too glowed in the dark.

 

"Voco Seth, Rex Terreri. Imperio Te Venire. Voco Seth, Rex Terreri. Imperio Te Venire. Voco Seth, Rex Terreri. Imperio Te Venire. Voco Seth, Rex Terreri. Imperio Te Venire."

 

He kept repeating the strange melodic rythym, and in the darkness, in the centre of the star, something began to stir.

[Deucalion]

Chapter 4: The Calm Before The Storm

 

"Calm down." said Argent, his voice almost unnaturally steady, neither wavering nor breaking down.

 

"WHAT!" Pica screamed at him. "If they find me, I'll DIE! You've heard the stories about the Overseers! I have to get away!"

 

"So, if everyone who meets them dies, where do the stories start?" Argent replied mildly. "And I think I know how you can escape, anyway."

 

"But the Overseers can get anywhere! No matter how far you go! They can't be killed, and you can't get away! They are in every district across the world! And I'm going to die... I'm actually going to die..." Pica stared at Argent, then broke out into hysterical tears. She just wanted to run, run and be safe.

 

"I have a-"

 

"What do you care anyway! If I die, you'll have the flat all to yourself! You'll be Uncle's little pet!" Pica shouted at him. She didn't really mean it, but she couldn't think straight now. The Overseers, in their formless black armour, those creepy visors, they were coming, and she was going to die, she was going to DIE-

 

Argent lost his patience, for the first time since Pica had met him, and slapped her across the face. Hard. Then, he looked her straight in the eye. She tried to look away, but he wouldn't let her.

 

"Don't ever say that again. I will find a way to help you, if you stop the hysterics and listen." He stated with diamond hard resolution. "In fact, I think I already have."

 

Pica looked at him. His face was set determinedly. He didn't look his sixteen years, he looked older and far more resolute than any sixteen year old could.

 

"Where is the one place the Overseers do not go."

 

"They are everywhere..." Pica whispered, a wall of despair rising within her once more.

 

"Not true. What about the Black District?"

 

"Well how am I supposed to get there? It's where the Patrician is! He's the one who ordered my arrest, you fool!"

 

"Yes, but he doesn't know you, does he? He doesn't know what you look like, does he? And the Overseers wouldn't patrol the Black District, would they? Only the Sable Patrician and his aides live there."

 

"But how would I get in, you idiot! It would be suicidal trying!"

 

Argent manged to keep his voice level. Although he wasn't showing it, he was very worried. Pica was the only friend he had. He was afraid for her. But he could do very little, if his idea worked.

 

"Look at this."

 

He went into the kitchen, and then returned to the sitting room with a tournament poster in his hand.

 

"How does that help?" said Pica, interested despite the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to break her.

 

"Take a look... here."

 

He underlined part of the Duel Monsters tournament poster.

 

... all competitors who get past the preliminaries are invited to the Black District for the main tournament itself, courtesy of his nobleness the Sable Patrician...

 

Pica read ahead.

 

"But it says you need to have a title at Duel Monsters already-"

 

"-Or be sponsored by a major company. I'm sure your Uncle would oblige." said Argent smoothly.

 

"And 18 or older."

 

"Everybody lies now and then."

 

"But I'm not that good! As soon as I lose, I'll get kicked out, and.. and..." Pica almost started crying again, but the look on Argent's face prevented her.

 

"...and that is why you will win. 1 billion gethn could certainly buy a trip to South America, and even the Overseers can't find you there. And to help you win, I will teach you. Now, come. I have one day to teach you I'll I know."

 

He lead her upstairs, and opened the door to his workshop. Pica was amazed. She had never been in Argent's workshop before. He'd strictly forbidden her, and she'd obeyed, despite the fact he was shorter and younger than her. It had been the way he'd said it, she re-called.

 

It was an amazing sight. 21 cards were laid on the desk in the centre of the small room., each with vivid colours, the red and yellow of the stars on the monster cards, the deep green-blue of the Spell Cards, the violent pink of the Trap Cards, the pale white of the Synchro Monsters...

 

...and all of the card featured here had been drawn by Argent, with his pencil, paints and canvas. She was slightly in awe.

 

"I could build an awesome deck out of all these..."

 

"Only you can't." said Argent regretfully. "They are all registered to your Uncle's business. I have to send them to him today, and they are extremely important. However..."

 

He opened a drawer, and took out one card, face-down.

 

"I've been working on this in my spare time. We can add it to your deck."

 

He flipped it face up.

 

[spoiler=Light and Darkness Dragon][Light and Darkness Dragon]

 

[Level 8] [ATK: 2800] [DEF: 2400] [Light] [Dragon]

 

[Effect: This card cannot be Special Summoned. While this card is face-up on the field, its Attribute is also treated as DARK. When a Spell or Trap Card is activated, or the effect of an Effect Monster is activated, that activation is negated and this card loses 500 ATK and DEF. When this card is destroyed and sent to the Graveyard, select 1 monster in your Graveyard. Then destroy all cards you control, and Special Summon that monster.]

 

 

"It's amazing..." said Pica, in a hushed tone.

 

"Thanks." Argent smiled. "And, Pica, fetch your cards, and I'll build two Decks out of them." He grinned.

 

"It's time to Duel."

[Junk Raver]

May i ask, why you felt the need to use

 

' <0> ' in the thread title?

 

I used them as its a symbol that relates to the entire plot of my Fan-Fic, not as a gimic...

[Deucalion]

Actually, that was co-incidence. I didn't notice until yesterday you had it too. I just wanted a header that would attract peoples attention, as my fanfic was getting little traffic, and originally I used <?> <?>, which Umbra will probably have seen, but that didn't look right, and seemd a bit much, so I tried <0> <0> without even seeing yours. Yours is < 0 > < 0 > anyway, and mine has no spaces, but I can change it if you want.

 

Also, if you are going to come into my fan-fic in an off-topic way, please may you at least read and rate my fan fic?

[Junk Raver]

Actually Mine is the one which has spaces, as you can tell by looking, even at my sig of which has had that symbol for weeks.

 

Sorry for my remarks, just it seemed like you were doing an attempt to copy a titles idea, perhaps because you want your thread to become more popular after its lack of replys.

 

Nevertheless, i have no time currently to read it, but i do plan on doing so later today, along with the countless amount of others.

[Deucalion]

Ah, see? I don't even know what way round they are. I'll change it anyway.

 

And I doubt changing my title would do much for the popularity. I'm new, so people don't now me, so they see my fanfic and think "He's probably just written Yuji usd t13337777!!! crd of God Dragunz", and don't come in, which I is why I respect people like Umbra who come in and take a look.

 

Where as you are a well known and respected mod, so people flock to your thread. Still, your fan fic is very good, and it deserves it's popularity.

[Junk Raver]

Btw, at first glance i like your Fan-Fic, it contains rich detail which is always a must for perfection ^_^

[Umbra]

Plot's building up nicely. There's only one fact that seems strange to me. Argent's a card artist, and seems like he knows quite a lot about the game. But in the last sentence, he tells Pica that he'll build two decks. He doesn't have a deck of his own? (This applies for Pica aswell)

[Deucalion]

Pica has a sort of deck. Consider her an amateur. She has a rough collection of cards which don't really have any binding theme (all but two are Fairies, but that's just because she likes them. She doesn't support them to any great extent, and doesn't have Sanctuary in the Sky), and she just builds a Deck quickly withou really thinking too much. Hence why Argent considers her mediocre.

 

Argent would never be allowed to join tournaments, so he never bothered building a deck. He just likes to play the game occasionally, and knows it very well (on account of having created quite a few cards). He's very skilled, but doesn't get the chance to play that often.

 

And now, time for some Duel Choreography...

[Deucalion]

Here is a rough look at Pica's Deck:

 

[spoiler=Pica's Deck]

[spoiler=Monsters]

Herald of Purple Light

Herald of Green Light

Herald of Orange Light*

 

Banisher of the Radiance x2

 

Bountiful Artemis x2

 

Voltanis the Adjudicator

Layard the Liberator

Mavet the Executioner*

 

Light and Darkness Dragon

 

Wretched Ghost of the Attic

 

Majestic Mech Senku

Majestic Mech Goryu

Majestic Mech Ohka

 

Royal Knight x2

 

Harvest Angel of Wisdom x2

 

Synthetic Cherubim*

 

All monsters grouped together belong to specific sets. All monsters marked with "*" are fan fic only.

 

[spoiler=Fan Fic Cards]

 

[Herald of Orange Light]

[Light][Fairy][ATK/DEF: 300/500][Level 2]

[Effect: You can send this card and 1 other Fairy-Type monster from your hand to the Graveyard to negate the activation of an opponent's Effect Monster and send that monster to the Graveyard. This effect can be activated during either player's turn.]

 

See, this one above is now really, really, damn creepy. Because this card was made after I made it up. And, both cards are exactly the same, except the real one is a Tuner and mine isn't. Apart from that, they are identical. Seeing as they are identical, I'll use the real one from now on - it doesn't make much difference.

 

But still.

 

Damn creepy coincidence.

 

[Mavet the Executioner]

[Dark][Fairy][ATK/DEF: 2200/2600][Level 6]

[Effect: Treat this Monster's Attribute as both Light and Dark. This card's ATK is increased by 300 for every Fairy on the field. You may discard one Counter Trap card from your hand to destroy one Monster on the field. If you do so, this card may not attack this turn.]

 

[synthetic Cherubim]

[Light][Fairy][ATK/DEF: 1500/1200][Level 4]

[This holy cherubim was created to serve the Seraphim Lords Voltanis, Layard, and Mavet.]

 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Traps]

Black Horn of Heaven x2

Horn of Heaven x2

Synthetic Seraphim

Miraculous Descent

Trap Jammer

Magic Jammer

 

 

[spoiler=Spells]

Change of Heart

Monster Reborn

Pot of Greed

Graceful Charity

United We Stand

Card Destruction

Swords of Revealing Light

Celestial Transformation

Silver Bow and Arrow

Polymerization

The Court of Angels*

Ceremonial Majesty*

 

All spells marked with "*" are fan fic only.

 

[spoiler=Fan Fic Spells]

 

[The Court of Angels]

[Field Spell]

[Each a time a Counter Trap card is activated, negate it's effects and destroy, then place one "Synthetic Counter" on this card. You may remove three "Synthetic Counters" from this card to Special Summon "Layard the Liberator", or "Mavet the Executioner" from your Deck, Hand, or Graveyard.]

 

[Ceremonial Majesty]

[Equip Spell]

[Equip this to one "Majestic Mech" on your side of the field, and increase its ATK by 500. If the "Majestic Mech" to which this card is equipped would be sent to the Graveyard by the result of its own effect, you may discard one card from your Hand to keep it on the field.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Done.

[baritone_rob05]

Wow, this is very well written! I can't wait for more to come out! This makes mine look like a piece junk. Could you read mine and give me a few pointers?

[Deucalion]

Ok, I need a character for Pica to face in the pre-liminary round, now that her deck is finished. I need a basic bio, consisting of:

 

Name:

Gender:

Personality:

Deck: (Traditional Format)

Bio:

[baritone_rob05]

Name: Gin kuromaru

Gender: male

Personality: polite, shy, Pessimistic

Deck: Warrior

Bio: He has been dueling for years, but he is not well known. His shy personality and negative outlook keeps him from being close to the top.