Post by Daft Punksworth on Jan 16, 2009 18:03:08 GMT -5
Tilly might recognize this. XD But I post it because Shadow Blade sez Bianco is cool. =D (Hero shielding incapable in this fanfic.)
A couple of tidbids in the fic for you to nibble on. Bianco is white, and has a command wolf, hence why I often refer to him as the white wolf. (There's a local coffee shop that sells a white mocha drink they call the "white wolf". I always get it when I go there. XD)
And ZFT - my friend in Australia - often saw signs of "Bianco For Hire!" and it took a while before we found out it was a construction company. XD She often wanted to hire me a Bianco.
And the last part involving Zeke was NOT planned, and I have no idea how to move on from here. Darn you, Bianco.
---
Van looked over his Blade Liger’s extensive damage. “Those were some tough bandits, huh, buddy?” he asked his ever-present friend.
Zeke growled his agreement, surveying the Zoid’s weakened mobility. Now that it didn’t have to, chances were it wouldn’t start up again, not without Zeke’s help, at least.
Irvine sighed, walking up to Van. “I’m not even part of the Guardian Force, I don’t know why I insist on helping you.” He thumbed towards his Saix, which had been completely immobilized. “Look what it cost me.”
Van sighed. “I took damage too, you know.” He glanced around and noticed a small town on the horizon. “Let’s see if they have a mechanic.”
--
White Wolf – Bianco for Hire!
Van read the sign and sighed. “Well,” he turned to Irvine and Zeke, “This is the only mechanic in town. Let’s see what he can do.”
Irvine shrugged, looking even less impressed than Van.
The threesome walked into the shop’s entry room. The room itself wasn’t very large, only big enough to host a display of hand-weapons and some catalogues of Zoids, weapons, and Zoids customs. There was a door leading to the garage area, crowned with a sign that read “NO ENTRANCE”.
There was a father, mother and young boy waiting in the room as well. The father was by the gun case, eyeing the selection, while the mother sat in a chair idly glancing through one of the catalogues. The young boy was situated in a corner, playing with a couple of toy Zoids. The boy looked up and greeted them. “If you want your Zoids fixed, you have to wait, he’s working on Dad’s Godos!” the kid chirped.
His father glanced towards the newcomers momentarily before turning back to the gun case. The mother shot a warning glance at her son, wordlessly instructing him to correct his manners.
Van shrugged. “We’re not going anywhere, I don’t think it’ll hurt us to wait.”
Irvine joined the father at the gun case, the two men seeming to be rather impressed at the variety.
Zeke wandered over to the boy with a rawr, and soon the two of them were playing.
Van’s eyes wandered over the room, taking in what little there was to see. Despite the minimal decorations, something did catch Van’s eye. It was a diorama with two Desert Command Wolves, a Red Horn, a red Redler, a blue guysack and a couple of molgas. He narrowed his eyes. Why was this familiar?
The child looked up from playing with Zeke (who was currently clasping a model in his claw and studying it), noticing Van’s interest in the diorama. He stood, and walked up to the young man. “He says that’s the last time he saw his family together,” he explained softly.
Van turned to the kid, curious. “What happened?”
The kid shrugged. “He never really says. He only said that the family fell apart.”
Van felt a twinge of sympathy for the mechanic.
“Well, he did say that they managed to get another brother, and the mother and father back together, but they lost three brothers. The family fell apart, because the parents had to leave, and he lost touch with the other brother,” the kid further explained.
“Sean, it’s rude to talk about someone else’s history,” his mother stated.
Van studied the diorama again. “Sounds like a big family,” he almost whispered.
The door creaked open, a voice interrupting Van’s thoughts. “I apologize for the delay, Mister Johnson. Now,” the mechanic wiped his hands on a cloth, “The Godos should work alright. If it starts malfunctioning again, contact me.”
The family gathered around the tall, slender young man, the father offering his payment. “Thank you very much.”
The mechanic nodded once, sending a ripple down his white hair. “You’re welcome.”
As the family departed, Zeke started to growl at the mechanic.
Van shifted his gaze to the mechanic.
He was a vaguely familiar figure. His slender form was clothed in casual (and slightly messy) attire. His pristinely white hair fell down to about his waist, a fringe cropped just above pin-line silver eyebrows. Narrow eyes locked gazes with Van, shock flooding them momentarily.
The only thing Van could recognize was the bold purple stripe that bridged his nose, reaching from ear to ear. The mark of the Arcabaleno Gang.
The shock was soon replaced with a sneer. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Van stared in shock at the mechanic. “Aren’t you…” he hesitated.
Irvine finished Van’s thought (though perhaps with a different end than Van wanted), “The mechanic?”
The young man raised an eyebrow. “What, he won’t share his organoid with you?”
Irvine seemed stunned at first, until recognition dawned in his eyes. “It’s you! His organoid has nothing to do with this, we ne—“
The young man shook his head. “You have an organoid. Deal with it yourselves,” he said sharply, turning to head back into the garage area.
Van bristled, “Hey! Listen, you—“
The mechanic slammed the door.
Van scowled, storming up to the door and throwing it open, barging in. “Our zoids are badly damaged! We need a mechanic!”
“The sign says ‘no entrance’,” the mechanic snapped from next to his Desert Command Wolf. “As for a mechanic, why ask me? Go back to your precious army!” The mechanic busied himself with the obviously old, extensive damage to the Command Wolf.
Van scowled. “I don’t know exactly who you think you are—“
The mechanic stood abruptly and approached Van. “Well, let me [ienlighten you,” he snapped. “I’m Bianco from the former Arcabaleno Gang. The gang which you disbanded!” Bianco stood in front of Van menacingly, glaring down at him.
Van stared at the angry man. “Wha–, I didn’t—“
“Last time I saw you,” Bianco pushed a firm finger on Van’s chest, shoving him toward the open door, “the Gang was still together! You broke us up!” He shoved Van harshly into the entry room.
“But, I—“ Van attempted to defend himself.
Bianco grabbed the door. “I refuse to help the person that destroyed the only family I ever had!” With that, he slammed the door so hard, one of the models in the diorama fell over.
Irvine scowled and approached the door, pounding on it, “Hey! We need your help, don’t walk out on us!” He waited for a response. Upon hearing none, he bellowed, “HEY! Come back here!”
Van scowled at Irvine. “Cut it out. We can’t trust him.” He looked at the fallen Desert Command Wolf model. “Let’s find a place to stay. Maybe someone has a way we can reach Herman.”
The two left. Zeke hesitated. After a moment, he walked up to the diorama, gently righting the fallen model. He then followed Van and Irvine out of the shop.
---
In the garage, Bianco stood, back facing the door, his body quivering with suppressed rage. After all these years, when he was finally adjusting to a new life, a living memory had to come back and taunt him. He clenched his fists tighter. The anger had festered for five years now, carefully bottled up inside him. It finally broke out. Bianco grabbed a nearby cart of tools and flung it to the ground, the tools clattering across the concrete floor.
---
Once in the hotel where they would be staying, Irvine flopped on the bed, stretching out and scowling. “I can’t believe that guy. He wouldn’t fix our Zoids, and now we’re stuck here for who knows how long.” He tucked his hands under his head and shot Van a miffed look, “They’d better not be charging us for this.”
Van didn’t respond. He’d been ignoring Irvine’s rant since they left the White Wolf. He couldn’t shake the memory of the pale young man from his mind. He was doing all in his power to remember the Arcabaleno gang. He remembered his first encounter with them easily. It was the time he found Zeke and Fiona. He glanced at his organoid.
Zeke was curled up in a corner, seeming to sleep, or perhaps he was simply trying to ignore Irvine as well.
Van sighed. He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, as if it could relinquish answers.
“Van,” Irvine stated, and not for the first time. “VAN!”
Van sat up, slightly startled at Irvine’s harsh words. “What is it?”
Irvine scowled. “How long have you been ignoring me? I was trying to say we should find a way to contact Herman.”
“Oh, right,” Van grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”
Zeke raised his head to look at the two humans. He growled a question.
Van grinned at Zeke, feigning happiness. “Let’s go talk to the receptionist. I’m sure they wouldn’t like it if we used the phone here for long distance. Zeke, stay here so they won’t give this room to someone else.”
Zeke rawred his consent.
---
“Oh, you may use long distance here,” the receptionist smiled, then sheepishly added, “But we’ll have to put five gallos on your tab for doing so.”
Irvine sighed. “So we do have to pay?”
The receptionist seemed slightly miffed that he thought they were staying for free, but masked it fairly well. “Well, yes. However, you can wait until your companion comes. I’m certain the Guardian Force will reimburse you.”
Van sighed at Irvine. “Excuse my friend, he’s a bit of a tightwad.”
Irvine glared at Van.
Van continued. “Is there any other place that will allow us to call long distance?”
The receptionist shook her head. “This is a small town, we don’t have many choices.”
Irvine muttered something about choices and mechanics.
Van nodded at the receptionist. “Alright, thank you.”
The two humans walked away, turning to head back up to their room. On their way up the stairs, they heard a sharp thump, and Zeke’s roar.
Van and Irvine exchanged glances before they darted up the stairs. The lights flickered briefly as they made their way to the door. For Van, the door couldn’t open fast enough.
The hotel room was a disaster. The table had been overturned, and a lamp was knocked over. As their eyes followed the trail of carnage, they saw the open window with torn curtains.
Zeke was no where to be found.
Van ran to the window, thrusting his head out to look for any signs of his organoid and friend. “Zeke!!” he shouted, listening for a response.
“ZEKE!!!!”
---
Van glumly dialed the number for the Guardian Force headquarters. He listened to the droning ring sound, until someone picked up. “Oh, Michelle? Is Herman there?” he asked.
Irvine was standing by the window, attempting to find any clues.
“He’s not? Oh, sure, I’ll talk to Karl.”
Irvine caught something out of the corner of his eye. A silver thread was trapped in the wood of the window frame.
“Karl, we have an issue. No, we’re fine… Our Zoids got totaled and the mechanic won’t help us, so we need someone to come here to pick us up.”
Irvine picked up the thread and eyed it carefully.
“There’s another problem. Someone’s kidnapped Zeke.”
Irvine glanced around on the street below. The mechanic’s shop caught his eye. The silver strand wasn’t a thread.
“How quickly can they come?” Van asked.
“Hey, Van,” Irvine stated, walking up to him and showing the silver strand.
Van stared at the thread. A long pause hovered, interrupted only by Karl’s attempts to lure Van back to the phone. “Bianco,” he scowled. “Karl, send someone as fast as you can. Until then, Irvine and I have to hunt a wolf.” He hung up the phone.
A couple of tidbids in the fic for you to nibble on. Bianco is white, and has a command wolf, hence why I often refer to him as the white wolf. (There's a local coffee shop that sells a white mocha drink they call the "white wolf". I always get it when I go there. XD)
And ZFT - my friend in Australia - often saw signs of "Bianco For Hire!" and it took a while before we found out it was a construction company. XD She often wanted to hire me a Bianco.
And the last part involving Zeke was NOT planned, and I have no idea how to move on from here. Darn you, Bianco.
---
Van looked over his Blade Liger’s extensive damage. “Those were some tough bandits, huh, buddy?” he asked his ever-present friend.
Zeke growled his agreement, surveying the Zoid’s weakened mobility. Now that it didn’t have to, chances were it wouldn’t start up again, not without Zeke’s help, at least.
Irvine sighed, walking up to Van. “I’m not even part of the Guardian Force, I don’t know why I insist on helping you.” He thumbed towards his Saix, which had been completely immobilized. “Look what it cost me.”
Van sighed. “I took damage too, you know.” He glanced around and noticed a small town on the horizon. “Let’s see if they have a mechanic.”
--
White Wolf – Bianco for Hire!
Van read the sign and sighed. “Well,” he turned to Irvine and Zeke, “This is the only mechanic in town. Let’s see what he can do.”
Irvine shrugged, looking even less impressed than Van.
The threesome walked into the shop’s entry room. The room itself wasn’t very large, only big enough to host a display of hand-weapons and some catalogues of Zoids, weapons, and Zoids customs. There was a door leading to the garage area, crowned with a sign that read “NO ENTRANCE”.
There was a father, mother and young boy waiting in the room as well. The father was by the gun case, eyeing the selection, while the mother sat in a chair idly glancing through one of the catalogues. The young boy was situated in a corner, playing with a couple of toy Zoids. The boy looked up and greeted them. “If you want your Zoids fixed, you have to wait, he’s working on Dad’s Godos!” the kid chirped.
His father glanced towards the newcomers momentarily before turning back to the gun case. The mother shot a warning glance at her son, wordlessly instructing him to correct his manners.
Van shrugged. “We’re not going anywhere, I don’t think it’ll hurt us to wait.”
Irvine joined the father at the gun case, the two men seeming to be rather impressed at the variety.
Zeke wandered over to the boy with a rawr, and soon the two of them were playing.
Van’s eyes wandered over the room, taking in what little there was to see. Despite the minimal decorations, something did catch Van’s eye. It was a diorama with two Desert Command Wolves, a Red Horn, a red Redler, a blue guysack and a couple of molgas. He narrowed his eyes. Why was this familiar?
The child looked up from playing with Zeke (who was currently clasping a model in his claw and studying it), noticing Van’s interest in the diorama. He stood, and walked up to the young man. “He says that’s the last time he saw his family together,” he explained softly.
Van turned to the kid, curious. “What happened?”
The kid shrugged. “He never really says. He only said that the family fell apart.”
Van felt a twinge of sympathy for the mechanic.
“Well, he did say that they managed to get another brother, and the mother and father back together, but they lost three brothers. The family fell apart, because the parents had to leave, and he lost touch with the other brother,” the kid further explained.
“Sean, it’s rude to talk about someone else’s history,” his mother stated.
Van studied the diorama again. “Sounds like a big family,” he almost whispered.
The door creaked open, a voice interrupting Van’s thoughts. “I apologize for the delay, Mister Johnson. Now,” the mechanic wiped his hands on a cloth, “The Godos should work alright. If it starts malfunctioning again, contact me.”
The family gathered around the tall, slender young man, the father offering his payment. “Thank you very much.”
The mechanic nodded once, sending a ripple down his white hair. “You’re welcome.”
As the family departed, Zeke started to growl at the mechanic.
Van shifted his gaze to the mechanic.
He was a vaguely familiar figure. His slender form was clothed in casual (and slightly messy) attire. His pristinely white hair fell down to about his waist, a fringe cropped just above pin-line silver eyebrows. Narrow eyes locked gazes with Van, shock flooding them momentarily.
The only thing Van could recognize was the bold purple stripe that bridged his nose, reaching from ear to ear. The mark of the Arcabaleno Gang.
The shock was soon replaced with a sneer. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Van stared in shock at the mechanic. “Aren’t you…” he hesitated.
Irvine finished Van’s thought (though perhaps with a different end than Van wanted), “The mechanic?”
The young man raised an eyebrow. “What, he won’t share his organoid with you?”
Irvine seemed stunned at first, until recognition dawned in his eyes. “It’s you! His organoid has nothing to do with this, we ne—“
The young man shook his head. “You have an organoid. Deal with it yourselves,” he said sharply, turning to head back into the garage area.
Van bristled, “Hey! Listen, you—“
The mechanic slammed the door.
Van scowled, storming up to the door and throwing it open, barging in. “Our zoids are badly damaged! We need a mechanic!”
“The sign says ‘no entrance’,” the mechanic snapped from next to his Desert Command Wolf. “As for a mechanic, why ask me? Go back to your precious army!” The mechanic busied himself with the obviously old, extensive damage to the Command Wolf.
Van scowled. “I don’t know exactly who you think you are—“
The mechanic stood abruptly and approached Van. “Well, let me [ienlighten you,” he snapped. “I’m Bianco from the former Arcabaleno Gang. The gang which you disbanded!” Bianco stood in front of Van menacingly, glaring down at him.
Van stared at the angry man. “Wha–, I didn’t—“
“Last time I saw you,” Bianco pushed a firm finger on Van’s chest, shoving him toward the open door, “the Gang was still together! You broke us up!” He shoved Van harshly into the entry room.
“But, I—“ Van attempted to defend himself.
Bianco grabbed the door. “I refuse to help the person that destroyed the only family I ever had!” With that, he slammed the door so hard, one of the models in the diorama fell over.
Irvine scowled and approached the door, pounding on it, “Hey! We need your help, don’t walk out on us!” He waited for a response. Upon hearing none, he bellowed, “HEY! Come back here!”
Van scowled at Irvine. “Cut it out. We can’t trust him.” He looked at the fallen Desert Command Wolf model. “Let’s find a place to stay. Maybe someone has a way we can reach Herman.”
The two left. Zeke hesitated. After a moment, he walked up to the diorama, gently righting the fallen model. He then followed Van and Irvine out of the shop.
---
In the garage, Bianco stood, back facing the door, his body quivering with suppressed rage. After all these years, when he was finally adjusting to a new life, a living memory had to come back and taunt him. He clenched his fists tighter. The anger had festered for five years now, carefully bottled up inside him. It finally broke out. Bianco grabbed a nearby cart of tools and flung it to the ground, the tools clattering across the concrete floor.
---
Once in the hotel where they would be staying, Irvine flopped on the bed, stretching out and scowling. “I can’t believe that guy. He wouldn’t fix our Zoids, and now we’re stuck here for who knows how long.” He tucked his hands under his head and shot Van a miffed look, “They’d better not be charging us for this.”
Van didn’t respond. He’d been ignoring Irvine’s rant since they left the White Wolf. He couldn’t shake the memory of the pale young man from his mind. He was doing all in his power to remember the Arcabaleno gang. He remembered his first encounter with them easily. It was the time he found Zeke and Fiona. He glanced at his organoid.
Zeke was curled up in a corner, seeming to sleep, or perhaps he was simply trying to ignore Irvine as well.
Van sighed. He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, as if it could relinquish answers.
“Van,” Irvine stated, and not for the first time. “VAN!”
Van sat up, slightly startled at Irvine’s harsh words. “What is it?”
Irvine scowled. “How long have you been ignoring me? I was trying to say we should find a way to contact Herman.”
“Oh, right,” Van grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”
Zeke raised his head to look at the two humans. He growled a question.
Van grinned at Zeke, feigning happiness. “Let’s go talk to the receptionist. I’m sure they wouldn’t like it if we used the phone here for long distance. Zeke, stay here so they won’t give this room to someone else.”
Zeke rawred his consent.
---
“Oh, you may use long distance here,” the receptionist smiled, then sheepishly added, “But we’ll have to put five gallos on your tab for doing so.”
Irvine sighed. “So we do have to pay?”
The receptionist seemed slightly miffed that he thought they were staying for free, but masked it fairly well. “Well, yes. However, you can wait until your companion comes. I’m certain the Guardian Force will reimburse you.”
Van sighed at Irvine. “Excuse my friend, he’s a bit of a tightwad.”
Irvine glared at Van.
Van continued. “Is there any other place that will allow us to call long distance?”
The receptionist shook her head. “This is a small town, we don’t have many choices.”
Irvine muttered something about choices and mechanics.
Van nodded at the receptionist. “Alright, thank you.”
The two humans walked away, turning to head back up to their room. On their way up the stairs, they heard a sharp thump, and Zeke’s roar.
Van and Irvine exchanged glances before they darted up the stairs. The lights flickered briefly as they made their way to the door. For Van, the door couldn’t open fast enough.
The hotel room was a disaster. The table had been overturned, and a lamp was knocked over. As their eyes followed the trail of carnage, they saw the open window with torn curtains.
Zeke was no where to be found.
Van ran to the window, thrusting his head out to look for any signs of his organoid and friend. “Zeke!!” he shouted, listening for a response.
“ZEKE!!!!”
---
Van glumly dialed the number for the Guardian Force headquarters. He listened to the droning ring sound, until someone picked up. “Oh, Michelle? Is Herman there?” he asked.
Irvine was standing by the window, attempting to find any clues.
“He’s not? Oh, sure, I’ll talk to Karl.”
Irvine caught something out of the corner of his eye. A silver thread was trapped in the wood of the window frame.
“Karl, we have an issue. No, we’re fine… Our Zoids got totaled and the mechanic won’t help us, so we need someone to come here to pick us up.”
Irvine picked up the thread and eyed it carefully.
“There’s another problem. Someone’s kidnapped Zeke.”
Irvine glanced around on the street below. The mechanic’s shop caught his eye. The silver strand wasn’t a thread.
“How quickly can they come?” Van asked.
“Hey, Van,” Irvine stated, walking up to him and showing the silver strand.
Van stared at the thread. A long pause hovered, interrupted only by Karl’s attempts to lure Van back to the phone. “Bianco,” he scowled. “Karl, send someone as fast as you can. Until then, Irvine and I have to hunt a wolf.” He hung up the phone.
