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kinkfestTitle: Wake (Up)
Author/Artist: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, UST.
Word count: 769
Summary: Digital Devil Saga: Bat/Junkyard!Roland; knife play, "I'd go to hell before I betrayed my Leader."
A/N: Thanks to [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for betareading! This is a Fic + Fanart combo.
“This is quite the poor move. I thought you were smarter than this,” Roald announced with a voice that spoke of old rivalries, wondering if he should pick up his shotgun. He decided against it, waited, reached for the dagger he kept at his side pocket. This would be a matter of tactics, and if he knew anything about the behavior of those like Bat, it was that bragging was important too. Blades carried other connotations.
His visitor observed him, then gave him a well-studied shrug.
“Hey, I come in peace.” Bat said, adding ironic dramatism to his gesture with a knife in each hand. “News travel quickly, I guess.”
They did indeed, and half of the Wolves’ power resided in their ability to scavenge information before any other tribe. They had been the first to know the reasons for the demise of the Maribel and Solids tribes. Nobody in the base received the news with surprise: Bat had been a traitor even before the Light struck them all, shaping and changing them. He had left the Wolves for the Maribel a long time ago, not long after they had conquered this territory. Always of a tactical mind, Bat had deemed Manipura worthier of his services. The Wolves had assumed him to be the deserter any large tribe like theirs would have some day by default, and didn’t take action against him or the Maribel on account.
“Well, are you going to keep me at the entrance? An old comrade like me?”
“Yes,” Roald answered dryly, but knowing Bat wouldn’t relent that easily. Wording was important. “State your business quickly, before I eliminate you.”
“I’m here to make a deal with Lupa, not his underdog,” Bat taunted. Roald narrowed his eyes, tightened the grip on his dagger before he reminded himself to remain calm. Bat knew him, knew what to say to provoke him, and he should know better than to pay attention.
“Denied. You’re a threat to every leader you approach.” Roald replied with feigned calm, taking two, three steps towards Bat while holding his dagger in a nonchalantly offensive position. Just bluffing. He wasn’t a knife-fighter, or at least, not a knife-fighter compared with the other man’s skill.
“Then I guess I’ll give Nirvana to the Brutes instead. Varin is stronger than all of you, after all.” Bat said, reckoning he wouldn’t get anything out of this save perhaps a meal. His nostrils flared, and his expression changed to one of bloodlust. He played with one knife, made a display of putting the other away, slowly, and licked his lips. “I’d pay to see Lupa’s dead body. Perhaps I will get to taste him, too.”
Roald gritted his teeth, lunged towards Bat. And Bat was waiting.
“I ate Jinana! ” He boasted, dodging Roald’s attack, making a sharp thrust with his own knife that barely missed the other man. Roald grabbed his wrist, twisted it to force him to drop the blade, and Bat let it go, gripping his other knife in his free hand and jabbing Roald in the face with an elbow. “I ate that fat bastard Mick!”
The jab knocked Roald against the wall, nearly rendering him dizzy. It was the wall surrounding the Wolves’ base, he noted dully, somewhat pleased to have kept Bat outside after all before his attention switched to concentrating on dodging the slashes Bat was managing despite the narrow space between them.
“I bet Lupa’s blood will be tastier,” Bat finished, pinning Roald against the wall with one arm and keeping him in place. There was a surprising strength in his arms, his fingers; he had to be enjoying this, or he would have stabbed Roald already. Changed into his demon, brought the fight to the next level.
“You’re scum.” Roald wheezed, struggling to press the tip of his own knife to Bat’s throat, stubbornly staying human. “I’d never betray my leader.”
“Everyone betrays. That’s the way of this world,” the other spat back and smirked, leaning closer so the threatening blade almost touched his skin. He bit his tongue, hissed when the tip pressed close enough to draw a drop or two of blood. “Who knows, perhaps you already have.”
Something similar to pain spread through Roald’s chest and settled in the pit of his stomach when the image of a Lupa-lookalike, bloodied and dead, flashed through his mind. Roald growled, anger and fear rising, and he managed a kick that connected with Bat’s knees with enough strength that the armor offered no real protection.
Bat forced a smirk, admiring the new color of Roald’s eyes, and fled.
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P.S.: I used "Roald" as Roland's Junkyard name, since I remembered that -as people reincarnated into AIs- they usually don't have the same name as their human counterparts.
P.S.2: The fanart took OVER 9000 hours and now I can't feel my right arm OwOb I'm a total n00b to digital coloring (I mean it, really D: D: D:), so any suggestions are welcome.
P.S.3: ...Why it's always so hard to think of a title? D:
Author/Artist: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, UST.
Word count: 769
Summary: Digital Devil Saga: Bat/Junkyard!Roland; knife play, "I'd go to hell before I betrayed my Leader."
A/N: Thanks to [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for betareading! This is a Fic + Fanart combo.
“This is quite the poor move. I thought you were smarter than this,” Roald announced with a voice that spoke of old rivalries, wondering if he should pick up his shotgun. He decided against it, waited, reached for the dagger he kept at his side pocket. This would be a matter of tactics, and if he knew anything about the behavior of those like Bat, it was that bragging was important too. Blades carried other connotations.
His visitor observed him, then gave him a well-studied shrug.
“Hey, I come in peace.” Bat said, adding ironic dramatism to his gesture with a knife in each hand. “News travel quickly, I guess.”
They did indeed, and half of the Wolves’ power resided in their ability to scavenge information before any other tribe. They had been the first to know the reasons for the demise of the Maribel and Solids tribes. Nobody in the base received the news with surprise: Bat had been a traitor even before the Light struck them all, shaping and changing them. He had left the Wolves for the Maribel a long time ago, not long after they had conquered this territory. Always of a tactical mind, Bat had deemed Manipura worthier of his services. The Wolves had assumed him to be the deserter any large tribe like theirs would have some day by default, and didn’t take action against him or the Maribel on account.
“Well, are you going to keep me at the entrance? An old comrade like me?”
“Yes,” Roald answered dryly, but knowing Bat wouldn’t relent that easily. Wording was important. “State your business quickly, before I eliminate you.”
“I’m here to make a deal with Lupa, not his underdog,” Bat taunted. Roald narrowed his eyes, tightened the grip on his dagger before he reminded himself to remain calm. Bat knew him, knew what to say to provoke him, and he should know better than to pay attention.
“Denied. You’re a threat to every leader you approach.” Roald replied with feigned calm, taking two, three steps towards Bat while holding his dagger in a nonchalantly offensive position. Just bluffing. He wasn’t a knife-fighter, or at least, not a knife-fighter compared with the other man’s skill.
“Then I guess I’ll give Nirvana to the Brutes instead. Varin is stronger than all of you, after all.” Bat said, reckoning he wouldn’t get anything out of this save perhaps a meal. His nostrils flared, and his expression changed to one of bloodlust. He played with one knife, made a display of putting the other away, slowly, and licked his lips. “I’d pay to see Lupa’s dead body. Perhaps I will get to taste him, too.”
Roald gritted his teeth, lunged towards Bat. And Bat was waiting.
“I ate Jinana! ” He boasted, dodging Roald’s attack, making a sharp thrust with his own knife that barely missed the other man. Roald grabbed his wrist, twisted it to force him to drop the blade, and Bat let it go, gripping his other knife in his free hand and jabbing Roald in the face with an elbow. “I ate that fat bastard Mick!”
The jab knocked Roald against the wall, nearly rendering him dizzy. It was the wall surrounding the Wolves’ base, he noted dully, somewhat pleased to have kept Bat outside after all before his attention switched to concentrating on dodging the slashes Bat was managing despite the narrow space between them.
“I bet Lupa’s blood will be tastier,” Bat finished, pinning Roald against the wall with one arm and keeping him in place. There was a surprising strength in his arms, his fingers; he had to be enjoying this, or he would have stabbed Roald already. Changed into his demon, brought the fight to the next level.
“You’re scum.” Roald wheezed, struggling to press the tip of his own knife to Bat’s throat, stubbornly staying human. “I’d never betray my leader.”
“Everyone betrays. That’s the way of this world,” the other spat back and smirked, leaning closer so the threatening blade almost touched his skin. He bit his tongue, hissed when the tip pressed close enough to draw a drop or two of blood. “Who knows, perhaps you already have.”
Something similar to pain spread through Roald’s chest and settled in the pit of his stomach when the image of a Lupa-lookalike, bloodied and dead, flashed through his mind. Roald growled, anger and fear rising, and he managed a kick that connected with Bat’s knees with enough strength that the armor offered no real protection.
Bat forced a smirk, admiring the new color of Roald’s eyes, and fled.
P.S.: I used "Roald" as Roland's Junkyard name, since I remembered that -as people reincarnated into AIs- they usually don't have the same name as their human counterparts.
P.S.2: The fanart took OVER 9000 hours and now I can't feel my right arm OwOb I'm a total n00b to digital coloring (I mean it, really D: D: D:), so any suggestions are welcome.
P.S.3: ...Why it's always so hard to think of a title? D:
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Date: 2008-06-08 05:10 am (UTC)Good work dear ^^ AI!Roland, now that's an intriguing AU... :D
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Date: 2008-06-09 06:11 am (UTC)Thank you! :D :D :D I think AI!Roland would be a mix of Heat and Gale's roles (Tactician/Diplomat -not that Heat was too good at being a diplomat, but he did the talking XD).
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Date: 2008-06-09 06:35 pm (UTC)Sounds plausible ^^ (teehee!)
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Date: 2008-06-08 02:06 pm (UTC)I like his awakening. But wouldn't Roland's presence in the Junkyard mean that he had died in reality? I wonder how that would change things in the second half...
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Date: 2008-06-09 06:32 am (UTC)Thank you! I wonder too... it makes for an interesting AU for sure!
I'm half tempted to believe that -ironically- Lokapala would have been worse without Roland and his passive strategies.no subject
Date: 2008-06-08 02:44 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! That was hot- the idea that Bat used to be one of them very interesting~ and Bat's taunting... XD
Thoroughly enjoyable.
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Date: 2008-06-09 06:36 am (UTC)once I figured out how to write a knife fight XDThank you, really :D :D :DI enjoy the idea of Bat being like that... He is a tactic mastermind after all, and every guerrilla group should consider spies and traitors as a fact when it comes to strategy.