"You think I'll let you keep her in this hovel?" asks Jevoi, her eyes scanning the broken shelves and piles of refuse in the corners.
"As much as ya'd think I'd let ya take her to your fortress," says Ling.
"I'm willing to let YOU in," Jevoi's voice rises as small flames sparkle around her briefly, "I have a lab and a library."
"And I do not care."
Jevoi pauses. Her face slipping back into a smug malevolence. "There's also a pair of half-orc-"
"No."
"-Vrow twin-"
"NO."
"-Princess assassins-"
"n-n-no."
"-and their girlfriends are just dying to meet you."
The old lizard hissed and rasped. "Ya- ya- ya can't get me that easy." Ling pulls her hat down over her face.
"What else do you want?" Jevoi swings her arm into air. "Why would you rather live in trash?"
"This trash," seethes Ling, removing her hat, "Was your home. I spent half my life in this house and ya spent most of yours." She hops to her feet. "I built it. My life's work was done here." The room itself begins to shake. "Work ya destroyed."
Jevoi's eyes track Dalini, scurrying toward the back door. "Let's stay calm, Mum," she says, "We can still fix this. It's not too late. You don't know how many of your old friends are working for me now."
"Like who?" Ling scoffs, "Melandria? You think she's good for a brain?"
"She kept your old notes," says Jevoi, gesturing over to the glowing pod, "But there's so many others."
"Fine," says Ling, sitting down as the room stops shaking, "But first I need to tell ya 'bout how I met her."
"Why?" asks Jevoi.
"Story time!" shouts Dalini, racing back toward the fire.
"She's the first one to fund this," says Ling, "And we promised Dalini a yarn. So, sit down."
Jevoi summons an elaborate cushioned black throne to sit on; Dalini lies on the floor. "Oh, no," says the Empress, "Don't sit on the floor." She summons a matching stool which her daughter throws herself onto.
"Righto," says Ling, puffing up the fire, "Here's how I met the Shadow Queen."
The chamber for Vanessa is as white as the rest of the shrine, but with a splash of color upon the pulpit coming through the stained glass window depicting the goddess' most common appearance: six winged eyes encircling a larger one, all wreathed in golden flame and squished as if concealed by unseen eyelids. A stack of prayer mats are tucked in the corner by the door. The altar stands less than a meter in front of the pulpit; it's supports resemble a bed frame decorated with engravings of the goddess' eyes with inset jewels for their pupils.
As Maraja approaches the altar, Ling slips up to the pulpit and stares into the window. Maraja and Kalyani begin praying and the eyes of glass give a brief twinkle.
L: Weren't really listening to what they were saying. It didn't look like it was working anyway, so, after ten minutes or so, I joined in as respectfully as I could.
"Oi, ya heavenly b*****d!" yells Ling, "Your girls need your help. Get down here!"
Kalyani gasps in shock.
"Hold your tongue," says Maraja, "You can't act like that here."
L: Though, my wizardly ways were less than appreciated.
Ling pounds on palms onto the pulpit persistently. "Ya dumb b***c," she yells again, "We came to see you."
L: And maybe the drink had its say too.
The blessed women grab Ling and attempt to pull her from the room. She clings on, yelling at the window.
"Thhiss behaviour iss unaccceptable," says Kalyani, "You are more likely to incur divine wrathh thhan aid."
L: But it worked.
A bright light fills the room as the goddess Vanessa emerges from the glass, her eyes and wings shimmering and a weaving of colors spirals behind her.
L: I'll never forget what we first said to each other. I told her, "Your radiance is blinding."
"Hey, ya glowing c**t," shouts Ling, desperately covering her unblinking eyes with her hands, "The room's white as snow, ya drongo!"
L: I doubt any mortal's said anything like that to her.
J: You expect to believe she knew you already? L: Why wouldn't she? Of course, the Love Goddess'd heard of me. J: And you're proud of that? D: What are you talking about?
"Are ya going to help her or not?" asks Ling, her voice as flat as someone investigated by a blind elephant.
"I heard ya," says the wizard, "Ya can deal with me after ya help your champion rescue her girlfriend." She licks her eyes and resumes staring into the largest of Vanessa's.
Maraja resists correcting this statement, too afraid to speak in the presence of an angry god.
L: Angry's overselling it; irate, maybe?
L: It's an odd question, right? Took me a second to get it. Why wouldn't she just strike me down without being there?
"Ah, I see," says Ling, "This is a trial, right? Gods love trials. Ya already said ya knew me."
L: So we did a trial and I passed. D: What was the trial? L: Oh, uh, it was just some questions to prove... that I understood- understood... the concept of love. J: ... L: Shut up, Jevoi. That trial took several hours. Several long, glo- I mean, long, tedious hours.
Her original design was more priestly, but was toned down for looking too much like a sentai villain. The outfit on the right is an early draft of her story mode outfit. The note on the right talks about how scary she looks with her hair down, but I don't see it.
She's only depicted playing the flute in the intro of the second game, but I'm glad that concept was there from this early on.
Just a close-up of her pretty face, yeah?
While I'm certain these are all official, I have taken them from FightersGeneration.com. They have some weird ideas about when this game takes place, though. It's in Nineties Japan, not ancient Japan. The Parking Garage stage with the audible car peel out should be a clear indicator.
While all the other demons and angels chose to work with humans, Satan said, "I'm getting a dog."
Pekomaru and Satan from Daemon Bride
Ling quickly throws on her robe and wizard hat. "Get your stuff, kid," she says, "We're going out."
Jevoi grumbles, but pulls a pink tunic out of the dresser which it was hanging out of.
"You're bringing her?" asks Melandria, "Into the Underdank?"
"It'll be fine," says Ling, "We're with ya." Out of the corner of her eye, she spies Jevoi picking up a knife from the counter. "Ya don't need that."
Jevoi mutters to herself and puts it back. Ling and Melandria reenter the main room and the group stand in a circle.
L: Is it really a circle with three people? J: Fine, we stood in a triangle.
Melandria's dark aura swallows the geckos and the group are shunted through the earth. In a manner of seconds, the group arrives in the parlor of Melandria's castle.
The trio stand in the teleportation circle in the center of the room. The walls display banners of Melandria's silhouette in various poses. A few black leather benches set along opposing walls with grand doors on the other pair.
A Vrow sorceress is waiting for the group. Her left arm is incorporeal and her left eye is a spark in a dark void. Her attire is immediately recognizable to Ling, nostalgic even.
"Oighrig," says Melandria, "Has it returned?"
"Thankfully not, Your Darkness," says Oighrig with a bow, "Ah, great wizard Ling, thank you for coming."
As Ling talks with Oighrig, Melandria turns her attention to the upset little gecko. "Are you alright? That wasn't scary was it."
"Are you another wizard?" asks Jevoi, bluntly.
"Not exactly," says Melandria, "I'm a sorceress."
"What's the differ-"
L: Wizards study magic; sorceresses are given it free. J: Sorceresses create magic; wizards copy it. L: Ya stole your power; ya didn't create s***e. J: Language, Mum!
"Well, if ya've already killed it," yells Ling, "Then why the house call?"
"Because it keeps coming back," says Oighrig, "And we still don't know what it even is." She contorts her phantom limb into a hydra. "It's a massive-"
Suddenly the earth quakes, the tower vibrates from the force outside.
"Good timing," says Ling, as she charges out the door and kicks it open. The stench of death is immediate and overwhelming.
"That is unnecessary, Ling," says Melandria, racing behind her with Oighrig and Jevoi on her rear.
The women look out to the writhing mass of worms pouring into the cave crushing the ravaged farmland. Each worm large enough to swallow a person whole. The infestation blocks out the crystal "stars" in the ceiling.
"How in f'ell!?" yells Ling, "Is that a b****y warsworn!?"
"Giant worm!" yells Jevoi, ecstatic.
Was not expecting someone to draw a creature close to my heart as a heart.
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Mr. Gamma ready to rock this world.
Mario Kart World Waluigi 🌹💜
"Quick, while she's not looking, try to kill me," says Ling.
"I'd love to," says Angustias, "Is this a game to you?"
"Not like your a threat to me." Ling shakes her head.
"What is that supposed to mean?" snarls Angustias.
"She won't kill me. Ya can't."
"Why did you stop running?" Angustias slides toward Ling.
Ling ignores her and sits on the bed. She pulls out her magic orb and flicks it. "I've been trying to save this world again, but ya idiots chasing me making that a helluva pain."
Angustias towers over Ling. "Then why not just walk in. We both know you could have."
Ling continues flicking the orb, scrolling the images on it. "Would either of ya have just let me in? If it weren't her idea?"
Angustias rages, unable to find words.
"Keep hissing, snake." Ling's eyes stay on the images in her orb, scrolling onward.
For a moment, Angustias' hand twitches, as if she intends to conjure her weapons once more, but she relents, glancing back to the bathroom door. "You will not drive my daughter from me."
"Yeah, I know how much that sucks," says Ling. Subtle laughter comes out of the other room, by pure coincidence.
"You're responsible for that yourself, gex," says Angustias, slithering away and positioning herself toward the door.
"No s***e, demon," says Ling, "Don't worry, ya'll have gobs of chances to f**k it up yourself."
"Do you not fear death?" asks Angustias, folding her arms.
"Hard to fear it," Ling continues scrolling though pictures, "When I know ex-act-ly where I'm going." She raises a hand and wiggles her claws. "Viva~ Los Vicios!" She laughs. "So, my daughter's trophy wife's not breaking my legs anytime soon."
Angustias grabs her own face. "What is taking them so long? IS SHE SEWING HER A DRESS?"
I don't feel comfortable posting other people's fan art, especially without their permission, and most of it is obviously from Japan. So, I'm linking to the other sites. If any of the artists want me to remove these, I will.
This second link is actually three pictures of increasing realism. The artist also has a few Bushido Blade comics, including the next link.
This artist's blog includes a cute chibi Mikado (in which she is identified by another role her voice actress performed "Currypanman"): http://okirakustudio2.web.fc2.com/analogue/a_022.htm
The also did a cute valentine's picture of the four ladies: http://okirakujuraku.blog97.fc2.com/blog-entry-2353.html
In the original game, victory poses are tied to the character's weapon. Here's Mikado striking each pose in each of the Vs stages.
Rapier on Yahiro Road
Katana in the windy Yagura Point
Broadsword in the Cherry Blossom Grove
Naginata in the Underground Grotto
Longsword at Executioner's Cove
Nodachi in the Meikyokan Dojo
Saber near Dozaemon Moat
Sledgehammer in the Bamboo Thicket
Rapier on Yahiro Road
Katana in the windy Yagura Point
Broadsword in the Cherry Blossom Grove
Naginata in the Underground Grotto
Longsword at Executioner's Cove
Nodachi in the Meikyokan Dojo
Saber near Dozaemon Moat
Sledgehammer in the Bamboo Thicket
Mimikyu looks like a little gift bag.
Ghost Type Pokemon Trainer Dizzy and Her Ace Mimikyu!
for a colab ^_^
Old enough to remember the NES. Pathfinder 2E DM. Fascinated by folklore, religion, mythology, and occultism. World's biggest Bushido Blade 2 fan. Really liking what's happening with indie animation lately.
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