Slayers Device Part 4
Part 4
Along the streets of Midchilda death stalked.
It was powerful. It was terrifying.
It also had very large breasts.
Naga the White Serpent was bored out of her gourd as she wandered the streets, dressed in casual clothing which was beyond ODD for the girl. Having traded in her usual battle bikini which was a hand-me-down from her mother (and considering the family line we should all be but blessed that Amelia is completely unaware of this) for a pair of tight fitting slacks, tennis shoes and a purple t-shirt, Naga was in a mood that day.
Meister fühlst du dich gut heute abend? Inquired a pendant at her neck.
“Just a little depressed Panzer,” replied Naga as she turned the corner, hands in her pockets. “It’s been a few months since I arrived here and there’s nothing to DO!”
Kopf hoch mein Herr, ich bin sicher, wir können etwas zu tun finden. Supplied the device helpfully.
Naga nodded as she headed down towards the buffet and to her surprise, found it closed. The owner was hanging a sign on the front and she inquired, “Excuse me, but what’s going on here?”
“Ah got eaten out of business,” replied the owner. “That hurricane of a red head came by along with her stupid blonde friend and before I knew it, they had eaten most of my stock. If it weren’t for the TSAB helping me out and footing extra for the bill, I’ be ruined! As such I’m just waiting for the delivery truck to arrive.”
“A red head? Tell me, is she sort of short, flat chested and with red eyes and hair wearing a sorceress outfit in yellow and red?” inquired Naga, her hopes rising.
“Hmm? Yeah, she a friend of yours?”
Naga couldn’t help it as she brought her hand to her face and laughed. “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! The Gods must be good to me, I Naga the White Serpent! For they brought my eternal rival to Mid-childa, so we could have a one-on-one battle to settle on who is the strongest in the land!”
The man cringed at the tone. “Look, I dunno what you’re planning but I’m sure they can work it all out. Right?”
Naga grinned wolfishly. This would be GOOD.
And hey, it beat being an amnesiac suit of armor any day.
Lina felt a chill crawl up her spine that night as she sat up in bed. “What… was that?”
“What was what Miss Lina?” inquired Amelia from her bed, curled up on her side.
“I just thought… oh never mind, I just had a chill go up my spine,” said Lina. “Well good night!”
And she flopped back to bed.
The TSAB training ground was full of people again who had come out to see the four from the other world in action. They were in a pitched melee, using only devices and for the note, Zelgadis and Gourry were put on opposite teams to make it fair.
“You guys are relentless!” exclaimed Lina as she parried a strike from Zelgadis and followed it up by a flight spell which shot her into the air. “Remind me why I haven’t fought you in years?”
“Because I’m not chasing you down for the Philosopher’s Stone anymore,” pointed out Zelgadis helpfully.
“Ah, that would do. Axe! Load Cartridge!”
Jawoul! The oddly named Axe pumped once and it changed form from its default hammer form to an actual axe.
“You know I never got why it was named Axe,” said Zelgadis thoughtfully.
“Maybe there was competition between it and Graf Eisen?” inquired Amelia.
“Maybe the designers couldn’t decide!” supplied Gourry helpfully. “I mean, you don’t see Signum calling her sword Whippy now do you?”
“That’s not exactly helpful,” remarked Lina, hanging her head.
“Well let’s continue. Load Cartridge!” ordered Zel and Halberd pumped once, followed by the others. His halberd changed form into a chain whip while Amelia’s staff adjusted into a bow and Gourry’s sword changed into a large zweihander.
Suddenly, a icy blast of magic rushed by the pair, narrowly missing Gourry who yelped and dodged. “What was that?” he demanded.
Eizapfen Schießen stated a male voice from the side as more icicles rained down on the pair.
“That technique!” exclaimed Lina.
“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“That laugh!” exclaimed Zelgadis, a chill going up his spine.
“LINA INVERSE!” howled a familiar voice.
“It can’t be! Miss Nama?!” finished Amelia as they all looked up.
Tall. Black haired. Spiked armor. Bikini. Enormous breasts.
Naga the White Serpent threw her head back and laughed as she held a smoking ornate pistol. “I finally found you Lina!”
Guten Morgen. Said the gun politely.
Everyone gaped. And then Lina exploded.
“WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET A DEVICE?! FOR THAT MATTER HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!”
“Wouldn’t you like to know where I got it? I’ll tell you! It was with me when I woke up!” laughed Naga again. “But no matter! Come now Lina, it’s time to settle this once and for all! And with no Dragon Slave, I’ve got the upper hand-and plenty of experience with my friend. Panzer, let’s go!”
The barrel pumped twice, loading two cartridges and the robotic sounding voice spoke again. Kanoneform.
The weapon reshaped itself, parts changing and expending until Naga was holding a massive shoulder-mounted gattling cannon. “As they say on Non-Admininstered Planet 97: Say hello to my little friend!”
“… oh man,” groaned Zelgadis moments before Naga opened fire.
It was a miserable battle, one for the history books.
The simple training battle had turned into an all out fire-fest, and although the damage was kept to the training grounds, the frustration Lina had that she couldn’t resort to Plan A, aka Dragon Slave, was tangible.
Despite her boasts and it being four against one, Naga had demonstrated that she was indeed very skilled with Panzer, and her famous eye-drawing armor that Lina remembered her cutting herself on all the time had been retooled into her barrier jacket.
Naga was fast, strong, and skilled, but finally they had managed to pin her down and disarm her.
Now with Naga pouting and in binds, Hayate was facepalming. “Just how long have you been here Miss Naga?”
“About a half a year now,” replied Naga. “I got sucked into this world by Panzer and haven’t left. Although I was debating on returning back home later, I never got around to doing so!”
“So that’s why you never sought us out after the incident with the Hellmaster’s Jar!” exclaimed Amelia, putting two and two together. And now that she was looking at “Namu” in the eye, she realized without a doubt that this was her big sister. She was holding onto that revelation for later, as Lina was laying on the couch nursing a bump where Naga had demonstrated that shoulder-mounted gattling guns CAN be used to pistol whip someone.
“Got it in one,” replied Naga. “I managed to make a place for myself after sharing a couple of spells, just healing stuff mostly. I’ve got an apartment on fourth.”
“What I want to know is how did you manage to find Panzer in the first place?” inquired Zelgadis. “The four of us found ours in a ruin.”
“And to date, there has only been record of four prototype devices from the ancient Belkan era,” remarked Hayate, folding her hands in thought as well. “Who gave you this?”
Naga shrugged. “When I woke up, I found myself holding onto it. I figured it was one of the things that I pilfered from Rezo’s lab before touching the jar. He introduced himself as Panzer, and had been keeping an eye on me while I slept, making sure my body didn’t decay.”
“Decay?” yelped Amelia and Gourry looked a little sick. “Were you buried?!”
“No, no, just stuck in a box of oranges for some reason,” said Naga dismissively. “Look, I like it here. Even if there isn’t any Mazoku on this part of the staff, none that’s active, I wouldn’t mind staying and studying a little more.”
“Huh, who’d have thought you like studying,” remarked Lina from her prone position, shifting the ice pack.
“Hmph! I’ll have you know I’m a very good student,” sniffed Naga. “You don’t get to become a powerful sorceress by carrying around a little cheat sheet.”
Somewhere, Nagi Springfield sneezed.
“That reminds me: what part of the staff are we on?” inquired Zelgadis curiously.
“Death Fog’s,” replied Naga instantly. “This world has a history of what we like to call the Fog of War, and both Mazoku and Shinzoku are dormant, at least according to history.”
“You seem sure of it,” said Hayate. “Even if this is a staff world, what else do you know about it?”
“I did my research. I just KNOW.” Said Naga resolutely. “Black Magic, at least the normal types from our world doesn’t work, so I know that we can’t be on Ruby-Eye’s. And if we were in Darkstar’s world we wouldn’t be alive to tell the tale.” Getting looks from her friends, she smirked. “What, do you think I didn’t listen to Amelia telling me all that stuff when I was a soul in a suit of armor?”
“Amelia you told Naga everything?” exclaimed Zelgadis.
“But Namu, I mean, Naga and I were bonding!” whined Amelia.
“That only leaves Chaotic Blue and Death Fog. I’m almost a hundred percent sure that this is Death Fog’s world.” Finished Naga. “I spent a lot of time in that library of theirs and I figure that it should work out in the end.”
“Well, as long as the local Mazoku or Shinzoku don’t pop in and say hello, we shouldn’t have a problem.” Said Lina.
“Naga? Are you out here?” inquired Amelia as she approached the girl who was back in her regular clothing. Panzer could be seen sticking out of her pocket.
“Yeah I’m here,” replied Naga, turning to look at Amelia. Her expression softened into a smile. “Been a long time little sister.”
“Too long,” replied Amelia, moving to stand by her sister on the balcony. “Daddy worries a lot about you. We don’t hear much other than the monthly letter. And when those stopped coming…”
“Hey, squirt,” said Naga, putting her hand on Amelia’s head and ruffling her hair. “I get into trouble all the time, and I always pull through. But what I encounter is so much tamer than what you guys have done.”
“Mou,” moaned Amelia, letting her sister ruffle her hair like she did so long ago when they were living together. “I just worry! For about a year or more you never wrote, and then you sent one letter six months ago with a line of “I’m on a journey and I don’t know when I’ll be back”. That worried us. Daddy almost sent out soldiers to drag you home!”
“Dad couldn’t do that. Protective he might be but he knows I need my space,” said Naga. She sighed. “Look sis, I know you’re going to ask me to come home with you. I’ll try to, but I won’t guarantee that I’ll stay. I’m learning magic here that I never got a chance to learn. I’m getting close to being able to teleport myself now.”
Amelia blinked. “Really? I didn’t know you were studying here.”
“Something’s got to keep me busy,” replied Naga. “Don’t look so down, I’ll come home with you guys. But I’ll be on the first transport back here soon.”
“There’s something else, isn’t there?” inquired Amelia softly. “You don’t want to return for a big reason.”
Naga nodded, sighing. “I’m… thinking of retiring from the sorceress thing, the adventuring type at least. I had a good run with Lina, and I relived the glory days. But sis, I’m almost twenty four now. I need to learn how to do…” she shivered. “Domestic stuff. Eew.”
Amelia nodded. She wasn’t very domestic either, but she knew her older sister loathed doing that stuff. “You know, Miss Hayate’s talking about establishing contact with our world. We could try that. You could be our voice here.”
“Me? A diplomat? Panzer and I would shoot someone if we had to do that,” chuckled Naga. “I’ve always been a woman of action.”
Amelia smiled at that. “We’ll find a way around it.”
“True.” Naga patted her sister’s head again. “Good to see you again little sis.”
“Hey Zel, I need you toguhurk,” exclaimed Lina, her usual remarks dying on the lips as Zelgadis looked up, naked as a jaybird and with a magic circle at his feet. What was really important about this was that he was pink-skinned with soft violet hair. And Gourry was looking at his body from behind going, “I think you need to be softer here,” and poking at his back.
“…”
“…”
Mechanically Lina turned around, shut the door and decided she needed a cold shower.
Inside, Zelgadis looked over his shoulder at Gourry. “What was that all about?”
“I dunno,” said Gourry. “Hey Zel, you missed a spot.”
“Where?”
“Left cheek.”
Along the streets of Midchilda death stalked.
It was powerful. It was terrifying.
It also had very large breasts.
Naga the White Serpent was bored out of her gourd as she wandered the streets, dressed in casual clothing which was beyond ODD for the girl. Having traded in her usual battle bikini which was a hand-me-down from her mother (and considering the family line we should all be but blessed that Amelia is completely unaware of this) for a pair of tight fitting slacks, tennis shoes and a purple t-shirt, Naga was in a mood that day.
Meister fühlst du dich gut heute abend? Inquired a pendant at her neck.
“Just a little depressed Panzer,” replied Naga as she turned the corner, hands in her pockets. “It’s been a few months since I arrived here and there’s nothing to DO!”
Kopf hoch mein Herr, ich bin sicher, wir können etwas zu tun finden. Supplied the device helpfully.
Naga nodded as she headed down towards the buffet and to her surprise, found it closed. The owner was hanging a sign on the front and she inquired, “Excuse me, but what’s going on here?”
“Ah got eaten out of business,” replied the owner. “That hurricane of a red head came by along with her stupid blonde friend and before I knew it, they had eaten most of my stock. If it weren’t for the TSAB helping me out and footing extra for the bill, I’ be ruined! As such I’m just waiting for the delivery truck to arrive.”
“A red head? Tell me, is she sort of short, flat chested and with red eyes and hair wearing a sorceress outfit in yellow and red?” inquired Naga, her hopes rising.
“Hmm? Yeah, she a friend of yours?”
Naga couldn’t help it as she brought her hand to her face and laughed. “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! The Gods must be good to me, I Naga the White Serpent! For they brought my eternal rival to Mid-childa, so we could have a one-on-one battle to settle on who is the strongest in the land!”
The man cringed at the tone. “Look, I dunno what you’re planning but I’m sure they can work it all out. Right?”
Naga grinned wolfishly. This would be GOOD.
And hey, it beat being an amnesiac suit of armor any day.
Lina felt a chill crawl up her spine that night as she sat up in bed. “What… was that?”
“What was what Miss Lina?” inquired Amelia from her bed, curled up on her side.
“I just thought… oh never mind, I just had a chill go up my spine,” said Lina. “Well good night!”
And she flopped back to bed.
The TSAB training ground was full of people again who had come out to see the four from the other world in action. They were in a pitched melee, using only devices and for the note, Zelgadis and Gourry were put on opposite teams to make it fair.
“You guys are relentless!” exclaimed Lina as she parried a strike from Zelgadis and followed it up by a flight spell which shot her into the air. “Remind me why I haven’t fought you in years?”
“Because I’m not chasing you down for the Philosopher’s Stone anymore,” pointed out Zelgadis helpfully.
“Ah, that would do. Axe! Load Cartridge!”
Jawoul! The oddly named Axe pumped once and it changed form from its default hammer form to an actual axe.
“You know I never got why it was named Axe,” said Zelgadis thoughtfully.
“Maybe there was competition between it and Graf Eisen?” inquired Amelia.
“Maybe the designers couldn’t decide!” supplied Gourry helpfully. “I mean, you don’t see Signum calling her sword Whippy now do you?”
“That’s not exactly helpful,” remarked Lina, hanging her head.
“Well let’s continue. Load Cartridge!” ordered Zel and Halberd pumped once, followed by the others. His halberd changed form into a chain whip while Amelia’s staff adjusted into a bow and Gourry’s sword changed into a large zweihander.
Suddenly, a icy blast of magic rushed by the pair, narrowly missing Gourry who yelped and dodged. “What was that?” he demanded.
Eizapfen Schießen stated a male voice from the side as more icicles rained down on the pair.
“That technique!” exclaimed Lina.
“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“That laugh!” exclaimed Zelgadis, a chill going up his spine.
“LINA INVERSE!” howled a familiar voice.
“It can’t be! Miss Nama?!” finished Amelia as they all looked up.
Tall. Black haired. Spiked armor. Bikini. Enormous breasts.
Naga the White Serpent threw her head back and laughed as she held a smoking ornate pistol. “I finally found you Lina!”
Guten Morgen. Said the gun politely.
Everyone gaped. And then Lina exploded.
“WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET A DEVICE?! FOR THAT MATTER HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!”
“Wouldn’t you like to know where I got it? I’ll tell you! It was with me when I woke up!” laughed Naga again. “But no matter! Come now Lina, it’s time to settle this once and for all! And with no Dragon Slave, I’ve got the upper hand-and plenty of experience with my friend. Panzer, let’s go!”
The barrel pumped twice, loading two cartridges and the robotic sounding voice spoke again. Kanoneform.
The weapon reshaped itself, parts changing and expending until Naga was holding a massive shoulder-mounted gattling cannon. “As they say on Non-Admininstered Planet 97: Say hello to my little friend!”
“… oh man,” groaned Zelgadis moments before Naga opened fire.
It was a miserable battle, one for the history books.
The simple training battle had turned into an all out fire-fest, and although the damage was kept to the training grounds, the frustration Lina had that she couldn’t resort to Plan A, aka Dragon Slave, was tangible.
Despite her boasts and it being four against one, Naga had demonstrated that she was indeed very skilled with Panzer, and her famous eye-drawing armor that Lina remembered her cutting herself on all the time had been retooled into her barrier jacket.
Naga was fast, strong, and skilled, but finally they had managed to pin her down and disarm her.
Now with Naga pouting and in binds, Hayate was facepalming. “Just how long have you been here Miss Naga?”
“About a half a year now,” replied Naga. “I got sucked into this world by Panzer and haven’t left. Although I was debating on returning back home later, I never got around to doing so!”
“So that’s why you never sought us out after the incident with the Hellmaster’s Jar!” exclaimed Amelia, putting two and two together. And now that she was looking at “Namu” in the eye, she realized without a doubt that this was her big sister. She was holding onto that revelation for later, as Lina was laying on the couch nursing a bump where Naga had demonstrated that shoulder-mounted gattling guns CAN be used to pistol whip someone.
“Got it in one,” replied Naga. “I managed to make a place for myself after sharing a couple of spells, just healing stuff mostly. I’ve got an apartment on fourth.”
“What I want to know is how did you manage to find Panzer in the first place?” inquired Zelgadis. “The four of us found ours in a ruin.”
“And to date, there has only been record of four prototype devices from the ancient Belkan era,” remarked Hayate, folding her hands in thought as well. “Who gave you this?”
Naga shrugged. “When I woke up, I found myself holding onto it. I figured it was one of the things that I pilfered from Rezo’s lab before touching the jar. He introduced himself as Panzer, and had been keeping an eye on me while I slept, making sure my body didn’t decay.”
“Decay?” yelped Amelia and Gourry looked a little sick. “Were you buried?!”
“No, no, just stuck in a box of oranges for some reason,” said Naga dismissively. “Look, I like it here. Even if there isn’t any Mazoku on this part of the staff, none that’s active, I wouldn’t mind staying and studying a little more.”
“Huh, who’d have thought you like studying,” remarked Lina from her prone position, shifting the ice pack.
“Hmph! I’ll have you know I’m a very good student,” sniffed Naga. “You don’t get to become a powerful sorceress by carrying around a little cheat sheet.”
Somewhere, Nagi Springfield sneezed.
“That reminds me: what part of the staff are we on?” inquired Zelgadis curiously.
“Death Fog’s,” replied Naga instantly. “This world has a history of what we like to call the Fog of War, and both Mazoku and Shinzoku are dormant, at least according to history.”
“You seem sure of it,” said Hayate. “Even if this is a staff world, what else do you know about it?”
“I did my research. I just KNOW.” Said Naga resolutely. “Black Magic, at least the normal types from our world doesn’t work, so I know that we can’t be on Ruby-Eye’s. And if we were in Darkstar’s world we wouldn’t be alive to tell the tale.” Getting looks from her friends, she smirked. “What, do you think I didn’t listen to Amelia telling me all that stuff when I was a soul in a suit of armor?”
“Amelia you told Naga everything?” exclaimed Zelgadis.
“But Namu, I mean, Naga and I were bonding!” whined Amelia.
“That only leaves Chaotic Blue and Death Fog. I’m almost a hundred percent sure that this is Death Fog’s world.” Finished Naga. “I spent a lot of time in that library of theirs and I figure that it should work out in the end.”
“Well, as long as the local Mazoku or Shinzoku don’t pop in and say hello, we shouldn’t have a problem.” Said Lina.
“Naga? Are you out here?” inquired Amelia as she approached the girl who was back in her regular clothing. Panzer could be seen sticking out of her pocket.
“Yeah I’m here,” replied Naga, turning to look at Amelia. Her expression softened into a smile. “Been a long time little sister.”
“Too long,” replied Amelia, moving to stand by her sister on the balcony. “Daddy worries a lot about you. We don’t hear much other than the monthly letter. And when those stopped coming…”
“Hey, squirt,” said Naga, putting her hand on Amelia’s head and ruffling her hair. “I get into trouble all the time, and I always pull through. But what I encounter is so much tamer than what you guys have done.”
“Mou,” moaned Amelia, letting her sister ruffle her hair like she did so long ago when they were living together. “I just worry! For about a year or more you never wrote, and then you sent one letter six months ago with a line of “I’m on a journey and I don’t know when I’ll be back”. That worried us. Daddy almost sent out soldiers to drag you home!”
“Dad couldn’t do that. Protective he might be but he knows I need my space,” said Naga. She sighed. “Look sis, I know you’re going to ask me to come home with you. I’ll try to, but I won’t guarantee that I’ll stay. I’m learning magic here that I never got a chance to learn. I’m getting close to being able to teleport myself now.”
Amelia blinked. “Really? I didn’t know you were studying here.”
“Something’s got to keep me busy,” replied Naga. “Don’t look so down, I’ll come home with you guys. But I’ll be on the first transport back here soon.”
“There’s something else, isn’t there?” inquired Amelia softly. “You don’t want to return for a big reason.”
Naga nodded, sighing. “I’m… thinking of retiring from the sorceress thing, the adventuring type at least. I had a good run with Lina, and I relived the glory days. But sis, I’m almost twenty four now. I need to learn how to do…” she shivered. “Domestic stuff. Eew.”
Amelia nodded. She wasn’t very domestic either, but she knew her older sister loathed doing that stuff. “You know, Miss Hayate’s talking about establishing contact with our world. We could try that. You could be our voice here.”
“Me? A diplomat? Panzer and I would shoot someone if we had to do that,” chuckled Naga. “I’ve always been a woman of action.”
Amelia smiled at that. “We’ll find a way around it.”
“True.” Naga patted her sister’s head again. “Good to see you again little sis.”
“Hey Zel, I need you toguhurk,” exclaimed Lina, her usual remarks dying on the lips as Zelgadis looked up, naked as a jaybird and with a magic circle at his feet. What was really important about this was that he was pink-skinned with soft violet hair. And Gourry was looking at his body from behind going, “I think you need to be softer here,” and poking at his back.
“…”
“…”
Mechanically Lina turned around, shut the door and decided she needed a cold shower.
Inside, Zelgadis looked over his shoulder at Gourry. “What was that all about?”
“I dunno,” said Gourry. “Hey Zel, you missed a spot.”
“Where?”
“Left cheek.”