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EDIT : I've noticed the half of my comment here hasn't been posted. Perhaps some parts has been erased by me by mistake... so here's the complete text.
It's very important because the disclaim for *TotenVeloren didn't show, and this is fucking embarrassing lol. 8D

Thank you, you all for nice comments, I answer slowly soweeee
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I hate my fucking internet connection 8) couldn’t post it earlier...

WIP => [link] .The lineart looks better, I've screwed the colo ;__;
So. It was 1 o'clock am. Bored. I needed some action to wake me uuup, and explosion, and a fight, and blood, stuff flying everywhere, dust, speed, death and rage and YAAAAAAAAAY XDDD *TotenVeloren 's story came naturally to my mind u_u..........

First time of my WHOLE life I spend 5 hours just for doodling. I hate Nexo now XDD I was struggling with myself during inking mode. 2 hours. Quite unheard of XD Usually I sketche, ink and color a drawing in 1h. Duh.
I was happy with the vilain Authorozen's look 8D.
This is during the coloring mode I've noticed that I forgot Kishû's cog, on her left annular... I added it on this version.
I now I have to post her story and a pic of her and Riku, but I wanted to glean much informations about "Chronicles of the Syne". I'm afraid to srew it by misunderstanding the story.

Why am I writing so small ??.... MWAHAHAAAARGL
Too much excited tonight, apologizzz As a reward I die now.

Characters and story belong to *TotenVeloren . We share Kish' and Riku 8D

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But still...

"Please Traumy, come on and see it !"
"I've got other priorities than checkin' your thingummy and you know that.", he said, puffing at his cigarette.
"This isn't checking, I want you to have a look on my lastest work.", she replied calmly.
"Sounds exactly the same to me !", he breathed out the smoke looking to the ceiling. Kishû insisted :
"Sorry but the only difference is that it won't take one minute, I swear ! As a reward I'll help you doing your Creation Cultivation homework."
"Wh... who said I needed your help ?!", he exclaimed, quite irritated.
"It seems... that you're on it for hours."
"Of course I'm not !!"
"Oh, come down with me, pleeeaaaase !" she begged with bright eyes, grasping his sleeve and shaking it softly.
"U...uh yay, anyway, ok, let's go, now gimme a fucking break !", he sighed.

The young girl smiled in return and before they could go out of the living-room, Nexotic came loudly spewing insults to Riku, charging down behind him like a crazy trying to scratch him.

"Mistress, Mistress !!! He said you and I are ugly !!!"
"The both of you must stop fooling around disturbing my Creator !!!"
"PUS MOUTH, PUS MOUTH !!! I don't give a damn of your idiot master, I'm gonna kill you !"
"NO, I WILL FIRST !"
"Nexo, cease that before you... stomp the coffee table, too late. Sheesh, I wish it were my Creation Cultivation homework instead..."
"Riku, don’t break anything ! I thought Nexotic and you were friends !"

After five minutes of ludicrous fight, the Mechanas suddenly realized that Traumer and Kishû had to go in Dr. Traumata's lab for some reason. Therefore they decided to follow them, Nexotic bubbling that his beloved Creator was spending much time with that stupid girl than himself, so totally unfair, and Riku claiming that she could not leave her owner all alone with those retarded bastards.
What a damnation for Traumer ! He lit another nicotine shaft.

Since Kishû's arrival, Traumer's life had become, even more than usual, a complicated mathematic.
Addition of troubles.
Division of the room in the house.
Multiplication of attention towards that household.
Result led to a subtraction of freedom.

Consequently his favorite routines were frustrated.

Not that she was a damn nuisance, but still, being his father's assistant forced him to focus on one more person. She tried to bother him not and be fully independant, but she had so much to learn. Tiberius was useless because he was in the same case.
She would never ask him any questions if not necessary, but still... but still...
Well, he felt like he had to keep an eye on her. Otherwise his father would be mad.
Anyway...

She turned on the light and they went down the stairs. She was almost running, pretty excited. She led them until the deepest part of the laboratory, where Dr.Traumata is used to bring to life some odd creatures.
She lifted a cloth up from what seems to be a cage.
Into, there was a strange floating being, smaller than a child, that looked frail and miserable. Traumer thought it was “angel” type, the most common one. More of that, according to Kishû’s level it was certainly the only living being she would be able to create actually.

“I’ve finished him this morning, thanks to your dad’s pieces of advice, but your help has been very useful too !”, She could not contain herself anymore. She suddenly turned, with a serious expression on her face. “I had to put him there because he bit your dad...”. Then she said with a joyful tone “But I’m sure he grows up well and soon we can be friends !”, she smiled happily. “I should give him a name !”

Poor girl. Traumer puffed at his cigarette again, in order to prevent himself to tell her it was too weak and, no matter what she would do, it was certainly going to die in one or two weeks.

Riku knew it, too. Well, somehow she could not know it but being a Mechana (with more of that demon blood through her veins) she could feel it. Perhaps that is the reason why she wanted them to applause.

But still, he knew that she did her best.

As a result he did not want to act like somebody who did not give a fuck, or tell Kishû something mean, neither a fake stupid kind sentence. So he could only reply :
“That’s great.”

She seemed a bit surprised, though, blushing imperceptibly. Nervously she fiddled with her hair, that is when he realized she still... yes, still had the cog on her ring finger !

“What the fuck you haven’t taken it off already !”
“Uh ? Ah, the ring you offered me ? But it looks so pretty !”
“This ain’t fucking not a ring !!!... geez, you’re so hopeless. Well Kish’, let’s go back in the house, now we’ve got serious business to deal with that bloody Creation Cultivation homework... hey, where d’you go ?”

She was watching carefully the blind in the back of the dark room. She put her hand in front of her mouth, as if she was thinking.

“Traumer... is there other parts in the lab ?”

From where he was standing, he could not see what she was staring. He softly leave the guardrail of the stairs he wanted to climb up, worried.

“Why.”
"Perhaps I’m dreaming. Or I surely can’t see well, but there’s a silhouette...”

It sounded terribly familiar.

“Kish’... come back here.”
“No, I'm gonna check !”

When she got closer to the metallic window, Nexotic suddenly made a start and Riku a sort of recoil. He whispered, glancing at Traumer :

“Creator...”
“GO NEXO !!!”, he ordered, with a touch of panic in his voice, running towards the teenager.

And suddenly, the heartrending shout.

“MISTRESS !!!”

The blaze hurled her through the room with glass snatches, papers flying everywhere, broken material and crushed flasks, walls violently shaking because of the bricks falling appart ; a real chaos sinking slow down into dust melted with smoke and day light, illuminating the floor covered with experimentations, loathsome liquids in alteration when they are mixed altogether, needles etc... in another situation and without the dreadful noise, it could have been so beautiful.
But it is not.

“Kishû, are you alright ?!”, asked Traumer, helping her to stand up. The blow made her fell near him and thanksfully he could catch the girl before she got more hurts. She had light cuts on her right hand she used to protect her face. However she got hurt on the cheek.
“WATCH OUT !”, he yelled, while the two Mechanas rushed over the intruder with rage.

Through the mess and apocalyptic state of the moment, he recognized an Authorozen.
Honestly, he could not have guessed so easily... but the Parasite yes. And that eerie red light in their eye...

“Fucking hell, I bet this motherfucker was hiding here for a while !!! Watta chicken ! Hey, you...”

Kishû tried to move forward, still stunned and quite unwell. Traumer pulled her back.

“Where do you think you’re going, silly ?!”
“Riku is fighting.”
“Oh fuck, stay back !!”, she tried to free her shoulders but he would not let her go. “Won’t you listen to me ?!”
“We’re Scientists, aren’t we ? We create Mechas, so we must fight with them ! Otherwise it’d be unfair !”
“Are you brainless or whatelse ?! Did you plan to kill yourself !!!”
“What a stupid comment, Traumer. We must live or survive. Personally I have no time to die !!! There are too much things I have to accomplish before dying !!”
“Eh...”
“RIKU, PUT IT DOWN !!!”

He stared her wide-eyed. This is the first time ever he had seen her acting this way. She was not anymore the sweet and playful schoolmate he used to know. Perhaps that was the real Kishû somehow. Or simply the other one was ‘sleeping’ somewhere else.
But indeed he had no time to wonder.

The only thoughts coming in his mind were...

Raw.
War.

But still...
Still.

There are not much things he could do in his place.

Still... peace exists.

“Let’s kick its bloody Doctor’s ass, Kish’.”
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I should have put it in fanfictions my writing sucks, truly, badly, deeply @__@ I DIE NOW

Description
EDIT : I've noticed the half of my comment here hasn't been posted. Perhaps some parts has been erased by me by mistake... so here's the complete text.
It's very important because the disclaim for *TotenVeloren didn't show, and this is fucking embarrassing lol. 8D

Thank you, you all for nice comments, I answer slowly soweeee
-------------------------------------------------------------------------

I hate my fucking internet connection 8) couldn’t post it earlier...

WIP => [link] .The lineart looks better, I've screwed the colo ;__;
So. It was 1 o'clock am. Bored. I needed some action to wake me uuup, and explosion, and a fight, and blood, stuff flying everywhere, dust, speed, death and rage and YAAAAAAAAAY XDDD *TotenVeloren 's story came naturally to my mind u_u..........

First time of my WHOLE life I spend 5 hours just for doodling. I hate Nexo now XDD I was struggling with myself during inking mode. 2 hours. Quite unheard of XD Usually I sketche, ink and color a drawing in 1h. Duh.
I was happy with the vilain Authorozen's look 8D.
This is during the coloring mode I've noticed that I forgot Kishû's cog, on her left annular... I added it on this version.
I now I have to post her story and a pic of her and Riku, but I wanted to glean much informations about "Chronicles of the Syne". I'm afraid to srew it by misunderstanding the story.

Why am I writing so small ??.... MWAHAHAAAARGL
Too much excited tonight, apologizzz As a reward I die now.

Characters and story belong to *TotenVeloren . We share Kish' and Riku 8D

------------------------------------------------------------------------

But still...

"Please Traumy, come on and see it !"
"I've got other priorities than checkin' your thingummy and you know that.", he said, puffing at his cigarette.
"This isn't checking, I want you to have a look on my lastest work.", she replied calmly.
"Sounds exactly the same to me !", he breathed out the smoke looking to the ceiling. Kishû insisted :
"Sorry but the only difference is that it won't take one minute, I swear ! As a reward I'll help you doing your Creation Cultivation homework."
"Wh... who said I needed your help ?!", he exclaimed, quite irritated.
"It seems... that you're on it for hours."
"Of course I'm not !!"
"Oh, come down with me, pleeeaaaase !" she begged with bright eyes, grasping his sleeve and shaking it softly.
"U...uh yay, anyway, ok, let's go, now gimme a fucking break !", he sighed.

The young girl smiled in return and before they could go out of the living-room, Nexotic came loudly spewing insults to Riku, charging down behind him like a crazy trying to scratch him.

"Mistress, Mistress !!! He said you and I are ugly !!!"
"The both of you must stop fooling around disturbing my Creator !!!"
"PUS MOUTH, PUS MOUTH !!! I don't give a damn of your idiot master, I'm gonna kill you !"
"NO, I WILL FIRST !"
"Nexo, cease that before you... stomp the coffee table, too late. Sheesh, I wish it were my Creation Cultivation homework instead..."
"Riku, don’t break anything ! I thought Nexotic and you were friends !"

After five minutes of ludicrous fight, the Mechanas suddenly realized that Traumer and Kishû had to go in Dr. Traumata's lab for some reason. Therefore they decided to follow them, Nexotic bubbling that his beloved Creator was spending much time with that stupid girl than himself, so totally unfair, and Riku claiming that she could not leave her owner all alone with those retarded bastards.
What a damnation for Traumer ! He lit another nicotine shaft.

Since Kishû's arrival, Traumer's life had become, even more than usual, a complicated mathematic.
Addition of troubles.
Division of the room in the house.
Multiplication of attention towards that household.
Result led to a subtraction of freedom.

Consequently his favorite routines were frustrated.

Not that she was a damn nuisance, but still, being his father's assistant forced him to focus on one more person. She tried to bother him not and be fully independant, but she had so much to learn. Tiberius was useless because he was in the same case.
She would never ask him any questions if not necessary, but still... but still...
Well, he felt like he had to keep an eye on her. Otherwise his father would be mad.
Anyway...

She turned on the light and they went down the stairs. She was almost running, pretty excited. She led them until the deepest part of the laboratory, where Dr.Traumata is used to bring to life some odd creatures.
She lifted a cloth up from what seems to be a cage.
Into, there was a strange floating being, smaller than a child, that looked frail and miserable. Traumer thought it was “angel” type, the most common one. More of that, according to Kishû’s level it was certainly the only living being she would be able to create actually.

“I’ve finished him this morning, thanks to your dad’s pieces of advice, but your help has been very useful too !”, She could not contain herself anymore. She suddenly turned, with a serious expression on her face. “I had to put him there because he bit your dad...”. Then she said with a joyful tone “But I’m sure he grows up well and soon we can be friends !”, she smiled happily. “I should give him a name !”

Poor girl. Traumer puffed at his cigarette again, in order to prevent himself to tell her it was too weak and, no matter what she would do, it was certainly going to die in one or two weeks.

Riku knew it, too. Well, somehow she could not know it but being a Mechana (with more of that demon blood through her veins) she could feel it. Perhaps that is the reason why she wanted them to applause.

But still, he knew that she did her best.

As a result he did not want to act like somebody who did not give a fuck, or tell Kishû something mean, neither a fake stupid kind sentence. So he could only reply :
“That’s great.”

She seemed a bit surprised, though, blushing imperceptibly. Nervously she fiddled with her hair, that is when he realized she still... yes, still had the cog on her ring finger !

“What the fuck you haven’t taken it off already !”
“Uh ? Ah, the ring you offered me ? But it looks so pretty !”
“This ain’t fucking not a ring !!!... geez, you’re so hopeless. Well Kish’, let’s go back in the house, now we’ve got serious business to deal with that bloody Creation Cultivation homework... hey, where d’you go ?”

She was watching carefully the blind in the back of the dark room. She put her hand in front of her mouth, as if she was thinking.

“Traumer... is there other parts in the lab ?”

From where he was standing, he could not see what she was staring. He softly leave the guardrail of the stairs he wanted to climb up, worried.

“Why.”
"Perhaps I’m dreaming. Or I surely can’t see well, but there’s a silhouette...”

It sounded terribly familiar.

“Kish’... come back here.”
“No, I'm gonna check !”

When she got closer to the metallic window, Nexotic suddenly made a start and Riku a sort of recoil. He whispered, glancing at Traumer :

“Creator...”
“GO NEXO !!!”, he ordered, with a touch of panic in his voice, running towards the teenager.

And suddenly, the heartrending shout.

“MISTRESS !!!”

The blaze hurled her through the room with glass snatches, papers flying everywhere, broken material and crushed flasks, walls violently shaking because of the bricks falling appart ; a real chaos sinking slow down into dust melted with smoke and day light, illuminating the floor covered with experimentations, loathsome liquids in alteration when they are mixed altogether, needles etc... in another situation and without the dreadful noise, it could have been so beautiful.
But it is not.

“Kishû, are you alright ?!”, asked Traumer, helping her to stand up. The blow made her fell near him and thanksfully he could catch the girl before she got more hurts. She had light cuts on her right hand she used to protect her face. However she got hurt on the cheek.
“WATCH OUT !”, he yelled, while the two Mechanas rushed over the intruder with rage.

Through the mess and apocalyptic state of the moment, he recognized an Authorozen.
Honestly, he could not have guessed so easily... but the Parasite yes. And that eerie red light in their eye...

“Fucking hell, I bet this motherfucker was hiding here for a while !!! Watta chicken ! Hey, you...”

Kishû tried to move forward, still stunned and quite unwell. Traumer pulled her back.

“Where do you think you’re going, silly ?!”
“Riku is fighting.”
“Oh fuck, stay back !!”, she tried to free her shoulders but he would not let her go. “Won’t you listen to me ?!”
“We’re Scientists, aren’t we ? We create Mechas, so we must fight with them ! Otherwise it’d be unfair !”
“Are you brainless or whatelse ?! Did you plan to kill yourself !!!”
“What a stupid comment, Traumer. We must live or survive. Personally I have no time to die !!! There are too much things I have to accomplish before dying !!”
“Eh...”
“RIKU, PUT IT DOWN !!!”

He stared her wide-eyed. This is the first time ever he had seen her acting this way. She was not anymore the sweet and playful schoolmate he used to know. Perhaps that was the real Kishû somehow. Or simply the other one was ‘sleeping’ somewhere else.
But indeed he had no time to wonder.

The only thoughts coming in his mind were...

Raw.
War.

But still...
Still.

There are not much things he could do in his place.

Still... peace exists.

“Let’s kick its bloody Doctor’s ass, Kish’.”
----------------------------------------------------------------------

I should have put it in fanfictions my writing sucks, truly, badly, deeply @__@ I DIE NOW