Oh! Uh, hi there, I'm Sio/Shio Ogura (sorry my English isn't great), the e-gene holder of Oda Nobunaga and the primary shooter for DOGOO's Second Platoon!
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Chrollo watched in morbid fascination when the umber haired girl stood from a missile-like pod entrance that protruded sternly from the ground. It might be a vehicle just what he had thought—a very peculiar one and obviously a product of high technology. However, her monologue cut him from inspecting the pod mentally and averted his attention to the girl who apparently talking to someone who’s name was ‘Galileo’. Galileo for a name? He chuckled upon the thought of a enthusiastic parents who seemed to be fond of Galileo Galilei. He’s a great man, Chrollo read lot about him from the books he pilfered.
And then she finally adjusted her attention to him by calling him a ‘weirdo’ with a static sound halting his assessment towards the equally puzzling girl. The obsidian optics narrowed mildly with a hint of mischievousness, his lips quirked into a perpetual smirk while watching the girl descend from the pod. "Oh? Who am I?" Chrollo asked, feigning innocently. "—Let’s just say I am only but mere passerby who happens to be entangled with this slithery and creeping mess."
Thus his gaze shifted away from the girl„sensing that something was coming forth and fished a couple of ballpoint pens from his coat. And throw it adroitly to each one of the wriggling trio of creepies and hitting their foreheads with perfect accuracy. “—as for weapons. It seems you are right, unconventional weapons don’t work for them.” he added, answering the her earlier question while pointing at the three EIO’s writhing on the ground with Chrollo’s nen-imbued pen jutting like a sore thumb in their foreheads.
He definitely missed his nen and those pens comes in handy—good thing that the nen he injected on his weapons with didn’t disappear after the Judgement Chain fiasco. The girl however, was different kind of rare. He watched how she shoots those incoming mines with decent precision using her unbelievably huge weapon, as he chose to admire it silently.
With his current disposition, he can’t discern whether she’s from conjuration or emission type.. or was it nen for the first place?..yet the thoughts of having that kind of weapon for himself..was somehow..tempting and enthralling.
"You sure knows how to use that enormous weapon of yours.." he commented despite the girl’s seemingly lack of keenness because her attention was landlocked with the approaching enemies.
"Okay, one question miss. What is DOGOO?” yet his interest was deeply piqued after listening to the girl spout about those abomination with sheer vehemence despite crashing the wrong party where he’s not invited.
"Hn. Cheeky, aren’t we?" Of course he would just be some ‘random passerby’ who just so happened to be able to shoot pens like bullets. Effective or not, ordinary people didn’t just walk around disaster zones without even the slightest hint of panic. Unless they were either a) very capable or b) insane. This man didn’t strike her as outright crazy…but something told Sio to reign herself in for now.
"…You haven’t heard of us? Heh, guess we need to work on that…" Cautiously she lowered the gun, before it evaporated back into an AU ball. "DOGOO—that’s Defense Organization aGainst Outer Objects. Do you believe in aliens, mister? ‘Cause now would be a good time to start realizing that life exists more than just on our happy little planet, and sadly, they aren’t all just wanting to make a phone call home like E.T. No, these ‘Evolutionary Invasion Objects’, EIOs, their only goal is to evolve rapidly until they can wipe us out and take this planet for themselves. That’s what we’re fighting against—to wipe them out before they can do the same to us.”
Funny that given all the media coverage they’d received ever since the Taiwan incident, there would be people who didn’t know about DOGOO and the EIOs…but the sniper supposed there were always exceptions. “My gun is an AU weapon—Anti-Ultimate weapon—the only thing that’s effective against those bastards. And to utilize them fully, we must channel a soul from the past into these AU balls,” she tossed the grey sphere casually before catching it, “and those whose genetic material contains the DNA of a particular person, an ‘e-gene holder’, will be able to unleash its full potential as a weapon unique to each holder.” It glowed for a bit before she brought out her machine gun, her very pride and joy.
"In my case, you may think of me as the reincarnation of Oda Nobunaga; and with his soul, I manifest a gun. My name is Nobunagun, the shooter of DOGOO’s Second Platoon. But as for you? Wanna humor me on just what some dude in a black trench coat who can fling pens like nobody’s business is doing in an evacuation zone?"
//Also who the hell keeps tagging irrelevant posts into the ‘nobunagun’ pool? Clearly, you don’t know how to use Tumblr correctly.
//Hello! So, I’ve overhauled some things here and there, as well as cleaned up dead/inactive threads, etc. The biggest change however, is that there is now a new section specifically for fanfiction, ‘Fictional Pursuits’. This way, the Sortie section is now just for threads and tags so it won’t be too cluttered.
I tried to organize it in a manner that makes it easy to browse and see the each story at a glance, so to speak; it’s divided into chaptered and one-shots, and every single chapter/post has its own individual link directly on the page so you no longer have to wade through the search results page. All the previous tags are still intact though, so if you prefer that method of searching have no fear, they will still work. Any NSFW entries are also labeled so you will know before clicking.
My only gripe is that because the ‘to the beginning’ group of stories weren’t planned out in a typical sense with just normal chapters (like careless breath was), but rather, each arc (pre-coma, post-coma) kind of has its own timeline/drabbles, and furthermore I really got into pairing each one with a music track, it’s not as easy to figure out by just looking over it quickly but I hope it’s readable, at least. If I figure out a better organizing system I may re-haul it again.
Any fanart, extras, etc. that correspond with each story will still show up by simply searching the same tag.
Now you have everything in one handy-dandy section! Think you might’ve missed something? Need to catch up but don’t know where you left off? Just wanna browse some Nobunagun fanfiction? It’s all there!
All links should be working…if something isn’t right, drop me a note and I’ll fix it.
The briefest hesitation would have resulted to a different and bloodier outcome if he have a plodding reflex of a normal person. Like how remembering an easy question that has the hardest answer with exception of faith to lure the variables of radical notions into kinetic energy—into motion—and into executing the action itself.
Thus, seeing the macabre happening before his very eyes was too outlandish for his palate. With all the gore, amputated limbs and cadavers scattered everywhere similar to what a trash would be. The ululating cries of panic and turmoil was deafening his ear drum while the stampeding people running, stumbling and stepping on each others to save their own ass from the unlikely extraterrestrial attack was lacking of finesse to his own standard.
It was flummoxing, despite seeing a similar scenario every time he orchestrated a heist likewise how he’d done for the havoc he wreaked for Uvo’s requiem. Therefore, to where and when the attack happens, he had no brief idea. This insect legged vertebrae started crawling from the ocean while the skies turned into an abstract canvass of sanguine and bluish with the strips of flaxen neon lights impaling the grounds with its treacherous streak.
Neither way, he stopped thinking the outcome and fumbled for his Benz knife and couples of make-shift weapons to depend himself from these ghastly creatures. He managed to clobber eight of the slithering creeps to oblivion and pulverized another shy dozens using only what meager strength he has for his current nen-blockage. Until a shooting cannonade from the skies landed not so far from him and almost hit him with its outspreading impact. But the spider leader dodged gracefully before the magnitude hit him fully and shook his head in disbelief. “People..”
An umber haired girl clad in scanty black dress emerges from the tip of the of the missile-like vehicle from the skies. Complete with her oversized rifle adorned with labyrinthine of crated contraptions around the trigger and the stock.
"I guess I’m gatecrashing the party."
"Miss Nobunagun, please hold off for a bit—I think we’ve still got a few stragglers~su," The radio crackled to life just a tad too late, as only now did the sniper realize her shot had only been narrowly dodged by a person whom…
…Didn’t seem to be exactly in danger, now that she took a closer look.
"Copy that, Galileo. Though, I think I know who you’re talking about…" A man, quite tall and oddly dressed in a black trench coat with some sort of fur trim. Sure, it was kind of chilly here in Tokyo Bay, but to require fur? And that movement…surely, no ordinary human could move like that, let alone muster the strength to kill those creatures.
"Hey, you there, the weirdo with that symbol on your forehead." She hopped down from the drop pod, though she didn’t sheath her gun. He didn’t strike her as a holder—from experience, most didn’t know anything about their e-genes until they were told. Not to mention, the weapons he wielded seemed to be little different from regular knives.
"…Who are you? Conventional weapons can’t harm EIOs…and yet you just took out a dozen." Cautiously she approached him, gun not aiming at him directly, but still, if he turned out to be a threat…
"In any case, if you’re not involved with DOGOO, you should get out; these creatures aren’t something to be trifled with." Aiming behind her, she took out a charging landmine without even looking back. Still, maybe he could potentially be an ally? God knows they were short enough on holders as is.
"Though, you picked one hell of a wrong party to crash, mister."