Locking Swords
Locking Swords
Blade clashes in Bushido Blade 2 are more interesting visually than the first game. The character who is winning actually pushes the loser around in a far more obvious way.
POV: You've locked blades with the leader of the enemy clan on a castle roof.
POV: You've locked blades with a shrine maiden on competition grounds.
POV: You're just gals being pals when she just lets you win.
The motion of actually flinging the loser is something I'm sad the sequel lost, but the clarity of who is winning is more important.
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WLC 6.A: The Real "Disarm Traps" Spell
Ling looks upon the runic circle and scans the area. As she expected, the big trap is filled with various smaller traps, some more cleverly hidden than others.
"Bl'ell," says Ling, "Only one way to deal with this."
Ling conjures a herd of false deer. She directs the biologically accurate meat puppets to charge through the field while she hides a magic shield-tree. The traps and curses detonate with explosions of various flavors of energy. Flaming chunks of meat fly into the air.
When the cacophony ends, Ling peers out onto a wizardly warzone. Stone and ice statues stand over struggling half-sunken beasts, all coated in viscera amid the burnt field and corrosive pools. Several deer suffer from various disfigurations: extra limbs and openings (like Ling's own spell "Unwanted Orifices"), inside out (Sir Kenra's "Bodily Inversion"), and a torrent of diseases - both natural and magical.
"Guess I have a fan," mutters Ling.
A: You created that spell? Wouldn't have expected you to craft such a horrifying transfiguration. L: It only lasts a few seconds. J: Enough time to cause mental damage, sensory discordance, and intense physical pain. L: Yeah, that's how suddenly gaining and losing fully functioning body parts works.
The meat and deer dissipate, causing the crumbling of the now hollow statues. Holes remain where they had been trapped.
Ling still keeps her attention focused for more hazards as she approaches the broken windmill, carefully stepping around the lingering hazards.
Mikado Fan Art
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
WLC 2.6-1: Flashback Within a Flashback
"Is this the way into the Underdank?" asks a tall, lanky knight in shining armor. Her voice is a shrill whisper, but upbeat. The green spiral symbol on her shield marks her as a follower of Freegh, the Goddess of Life.
Bobbobo the guard's eyes shift back into focus. At a glance, he may have mistaken her for a tallgoblin, but her large hooked nose and long skinny neck weren't like anyone he'd seen before. Her legs are more cat than goblin, too. Perhaps that is why he hadn't heard her approach. These thoughts occupy his mind for barely a second before he discards them. "Yes," he says, back to business, "Reason for leaving?"
M: She has a striking figure. She's as beautiful as she is kind. But she has a nasty habit of sneaking off, vanishing into darkness.
"I've been tasked with locating the Shadow Queen," says the knight, pumping her fist, "This is the closest entrance to her fortress... I think."
"Time to return, knight?" asks Bobbobo.
"I... hadn't thought about... that?" The knight turns around. "Do I need to know that?"
"No."
YL: Wait, I may have seen your mate.
M: You saw her? You met Kirono?
K: I thhink I did, too. Jusst briefly.
YL: Last week, yeah? Kee-RAW-naw? Cute name.
Before Kirono can speak, a bell rings out from within the dome behind the guard. He claps the fingers of his right hand against its palm, then slaps the dome. The magic barrier become translucent revealing the entrance to the Underdank. "Welcome back, Ling." He does not turn to face the gecko climbing out of the hole.
"G'day, Bob," says Ling, who looks up to the knight, "And ya too, sheila. Love to chat, but I've work to do." She races into the nearby building.
Kirono bends her neck ninety degrees and peers into the hole. She whistles. "That's... not the angle I was expecting."
"Four hundred metres straight down," recites Bobbobo, "The Township of Rankedge 'olds no responsibility for your safety. It is advised not to enter the Underdank." He eyes Kirono without turning his head. "Especially alone."
"I'll be fine," says Kirono, proudly, "I'm a wayang, I was born down there."
"Be careful down there," says Bobbobo.
Seeing the guards apathy, Kirono hesitates. "Maaaaaybe I should tell someone where I'm going first," she says, "Where's the... post office?"
M: I received a letter from her five days ago and- Oh, the ground. Thank you, both of you.
YL: No worries, mate.
K: Now, where shhould we sstart looking, dear?
Mikado Endings
I mentioned earlier that the original Bushido Blade has a secret tenth fight. Beating that gives the second (actually canon) ending.
Here are the two endings for Mikado. Her Japanese VA in both games was Michiyo Yanagisawa.
WLC 6.F: One Last Shot
The lycan, Ioana, stands in her nightgown wearing a simple jacket, Ling's wig in hand. "What is going on down here?"
"Oi, my hair." Ling holds up her hands in front of her, inviting Ioana to throw it her way. "Thanks for that."
"Deputy, where are the others?" asks the sheriff, "Also, my knife?"
"I'm the only one, sir," says Tanglepork, saluting, "And it's in the pond, sir."
"Then why didn't you grab it?"
"The fair lady will only give it to its owner: you."
"A man's got to do everything around here."
"Shove it, mate," says Ling, adjusting her wig, "First is the witches. We con-"
"Oh, new guests!" shouts Zingiber, twitching with excitement, Gudrun right behind her.
"Which one do ya want, Doctor?" asks Gudrun, "Ya've earned it."
"The bl'ell are ya spouting now?" yells Ling.
"Wait, who's what?" sputters Tanglepork.
"Deputy, get the men," says Honeycrisp, his nostrils flaring, "I'll handle this brainjacking b***h."
"Ya took control of him?" asks Gudrun.
"Are you throwing us under the cart?" asks Zingiber.
"Officer," whispers Ioana to Tanglepork without looking away from the witches, "I think we need to get out of here."
"What are ya trying to pull, Gudrun?" Ling adjusts her cloak.
"Porky." "Deputy." "Officer." "Gnome." "Little thing." The voices blended together, contradictory commands overlapping pulling the gnome's attention apart in a dizzying cacophony.
BANG
"Oh," says Ioana, stumbling forward, "Why?"
Tanglepork's gunhand trembles as she stares into the hole in the back of Ioana's head. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Yes," growls Ioana, turning to face her attacker, her face contorting savagely, "I do."
"Why did you do that, idiot?" barks Honeycrisp, "You really trying to kill an eldritch witch with a gun?"
"Bl'ell, everyone wait," says Ling, "I talked to your boss, witches. The kids are alive; we can work this out."
All attention turns to the doctor.
"Why would you trust it?" asks Honeycrisp, "The thing's helping these-"
"It said... something that meant it was talking to the kids," says Ling, nervously, "Or, at least, knew them."
"Is this about the brat you're selling drugs to?"
"I'm not selling drugs."
"Right," says Honeycrisp, "Giving drugs to."
"Not the time, Sheriff."
J: Why didn't you ever just use that surgery spell you crafted on her? L: Because she didn't want it? J: ...Valid.
Zingiber interrupts. "Oh, if they're still alive, we can kill them ourselves!"
"The screaming was nice," says Gudrun, fondly, "We can make a whole choir this time."
"Hate to waste that meat," mutters Ioana.
"What is wrong with ya?" yells Ling, "I'm trying to get ya c**ts out of this!"
"If you think I'm letting these c**ts go," yells Honeycrisp, "You'd best be ready to share a grave with 'em!"
"Ugh, so glad my son doesn't talk like this," mutters Gudrun as the doctor and the sheriff resume cussing each other out. She turns to her elven cohort. "Ioana's got the gnome, I'll take Captain Bulls***e, and-"
"Dr. Ling will feed me my own a**e," says Zingiber with a chipper enthusiasm more appropriate for boarding a carnival ride.
"Or ya could try winning," says Gudrun, exasperated.
"Love the confidence, and I will try," says Zingiber, "But she's going to destroy me, just like she did earlier."
The deputy is unfortunately not forgotten in this mess. The lycan looms over her. What they have to say transcends language, visible by a glance: Ioana expresses an intent to eat and Tanglepork expresses a need to change her pants.
And thus, the fight begins.
WLC 5.C: Doom Service
As the sheriff and the naked gex stare down, Gank slips into the floor and rises outside. She knocks loudly on the door. "Ma'am, are you okay?" she yells, "You're using an excessive amount of water." The words flow with an odd twang, an errant emphasis, splashing their river.
Tanglepork and Jevoi keep eyes locked. The sheriff then motions with her eyes for Jevoi to answer and fades from sight, her gun still trained on the gex.
D: She could do that?
J: Gnomes are tricky, like short, chaotic elves.
L: They sure are.
J: Mind out of the gutter, Mum.
Jevoi slips back to the shower and quickly turns it off, then loudly rushes to the door. She opens it just a crack and leans to look through. "Sorry," she says to the tentacled cabin boy that she's surprised to see, "I didn't mean to offend, but it's been so long for me. It's so nice and warm."
"Not a problem, Ma'am," says the disguised Gank, "But we do have a sauna and a pool, if that is to your liking."
"I might- might look into that," says Jevoi, "Good-bye."
"By the way," says Gank the cabin boy, preventing the door from closing, "Captain found a bag last night. Might it be yours?"
Jevoi groans slightly in confusion and looks back at the mess Tanglepork made.
"Black leather, likely bigger on the inside?" asks cabin-Gank, "Would you have been on the deck last night?"
"That might be mine..." answers Jevoi slowly, "I'll-"
"It's been placed in the storage vault," interrupts cabin-Gank, "Feel free to retrieve it when it would suit you. Just ask the clerk on staff to assist you." The cabin boy bows and and exits stage left, fading into the floor to return to Jevoi.
"Well, isn't that nice of them, " says the invisible gnome, "You stay here; I'll get that for you."
L: Good thinking, Gank.
G: Thank ya, thank ya. I try my best to keep my house alive.
Gank watches the less-invisible-then-she-thinks gnome leave. When the door closes, she thinks, 'No trick, she actually bought it.'
Jevoi returns to the shower to get dressed. Still under her piled clothes is the bag. And still in the bag are bottles. And still in those bottles is dust. "I need to get this to Loom," she says to no one really, "Then the sheriff is her problem."
Story Mode (English)
In Bushido Blade 2's Story Mode, the starting six characters (including Mikado) have different outfits than they use in the rest of the game.
I know how to switch it back, though. I said I was a dirty little hacker.
This video is every scene she's in. Video is my own; made it a while back. Her English VA is Wendee Lee, who also voices Jo.
The first part of the video is her role in other characters' stories. First as an enemy, then as a friend. The second part of the video is her own story route. The Narukagami crew only have one ending each in this game, while the Shainto have a choice at the end of theirs.
WLC 5.8: How I Met Your (Other) Mother
"How are we on your list?" ask Luminița, "We fell from-" She looks up to the completely normal ceiling. She sputters in confusion.
Lurentooz smiles, as best as a cluster of tendrils posing can be considered to be. "Let me show you to your rooms."
In spite of being a trans-dimensional vessel, the Love Craft looks very much like an extravagant sea vessel. The fancy wood is clearly of alien origin, but still distinctly wood. The other main material is mysterious; it is as a hard white liquid, but neither earthen nor organic. Most of the vessel's exterior is made of this unnatural substance.
The trio has little chance to protest as they are led to their cabins and advised as to the hot mingling spots.
J: As tired as I was, I was not climbing into a strange bed in a strange world.
Feeling peckish, Jevoi makes her way to the dining hall. A veritable menagerie of beings sit at dozens of white-clothed tables. Merry feasting and conversations fill the room. The banter is incomprehensible to the gex for it largely is in languages she cannot speak.
Alone with her thoughts, a marilith in a sleeveless green dress sits picking at a piece of meat. Jevoi takes care not to stare as she crosses the room to the bar.
The bartender, a floating multieyed spherical creature, greets her with a smile. His ID labels him Yyzax.
"What can I getcha?" he asks, his central eye staying focused on her, while his eye stalks continue to observe the room.
In spite of (or perhaps, because of) her mother, Jevoi struggles to answer the question. "Something ...buggy?" she spits out.
As Yyzax mixes a drink with his eye beams, he says, "Saw you eyeing that lonely lady."
"Yeah?" says Jevoi defensively, "Is there a problem?"
"Nah," says Yyzax, sliding a cockroach cocktail to Jevoi, "Just saying what I'm seeing." His smile says a lot.
Jevoi takes the drink and then takes a drink. Its meat gives her a slight buzzing feeling. She looks at the demon again, a titanic woman. She's going to do it. She's going to talk to her. Just as soon as she can remember how.
WLC 6.4: They're on a Path in the Woods
Adjusting the tie on her red hood, a young lycan, barely a gnome tall, looks down the trail into the woods. The birds are singing, bugs are buzzing, and sun shining through the canopy. She picks up her picnic basket.
"Do you really have to follow me?" she asks the dark-hooded figure behind her, "It's just my bunica's house; I go every week."
The masked figure nods. "It's not safe to go alone," she says.
"You're shorter than me," says the lycan, "I'll have to protect you if anything is actually out here."
"Not the poi~ent~," sings the masked figure.
"Don't do that." The lycan skips along the path and her shadow drags behind.
"Just keep your eyes open for any queer sights."
"Like a pond that wasn't there last week?"
"Right~io~," sings the shadow, "Wait, is that it?"
The two stop and cautiously approach the waterfront through the grass. Because of their tall boots, the two feel safe from ticks and other bugs.
The shadow skips a stone across the pond. "Seems like real water to me," she says, "But where's it from?"
"Oh, you two, right there," says a sweet voice from the lake, yet unimpeded by the water itself "You wouldn't have happened to drop a sword in here recently?"
"No?"
"Are you sure?" asks the voice, sounding closer to the girls, "There are a few down here; one is iron, one is steel, one is silver, and one is gold."
"Not ours, sorry," says the lycan.
"But the silver could be useful," says the shadow, "Can we borrow it? Just for today?"
A light shines from the lake as an elf-like woman emerges. Her skin shimmering silver, her hair gold. The water flowing around her as a shawl, barely concealing her dignity. She stares down at the children. She attempts to smile warmly to them, but it just creeps them out.
"Greetings, honest travelers," she says, extending out an open palm, "You may call me Argentalms Aurocor. May I have your names?"
"I'm using it," says the lycan, stepping back, "Sorry."
"Mine was a gift," says the shadow, stepping forward.
Ms. Aurocor rolls her beautiful pearlescent eyes. "Then what may I call you, travelers?"
"You can call us Loomy and Bacon," says the lycan, "It's nice to meet you, I guess."
"Really nice to meet you," says the shadow presumably called Bacon.
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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