Chibistaryuu
The Harbinger of Chaos.
Hello! I just wanted to drop some sort of Prologue Scene of a Precure Fanseries/ Magical Girl Series So here!
A shadow loomed over the digital field, as the lighting of the red hues from the now corrupt part of the server with Most of the islands been destroyed and fragmented. Standing atop a severed building was a Malkansan; its Bipedal beast-like robotic body glittering wings spread out poised to flight, claws clenching and ready to attack, Its red eyes casting an eerie glow. Its presence casts a dark shadow upon the vibrant virtual landscape.
TIt then spotted a trio of Netnavis, resembling chibi-fied animals imitating real-life roles, as it quickly dive-bombed and roared as it descended in front of them, screaming in terror as their joyous expressions morphed into ones of dread and disarray as the ambient atmosphere sparkled with corrupted digital energy. The corrupt entity, with its robotic limbs and blazing red eyes, dropped its head toward its targets. With an ominous roar, the Malkansan released torrents of corrupted code, but before it reached the Netnavis, two Cures descended in front of them; the rainbow-clad Cure with the characteristics of a unicorn twirled and gracefully wielded her giant paintbrush, while the second Cure with the characteristics of a golden-toned feline, dressed as a DJ, positioned themselves side by side, prepared to defend the virtual realm against the looming threat. She pointed her paintbrush at the monster.
" Let us preserve the Beauty of EDEN and rid it of this corruption, Cure Jam!"
Striking a pose with a holographic DJ set in hand, the blonde now known as Cure Jam nodded in agreement. "Sure thing, Curation! Let's crank up the beat and teach this Malkansan what's what!"
All three of the Netnavis looked at their saviors in awe as Curation assumed a combative stance. "Evacuate this area, it is not safe to be here! Immediately!"
Without a moment's hesitation, the Netnavis were off and fleeing from the battle that was about to erupt. As the Malkansan lunged forward, its mechanical limbs striking with precision, its claws slashing down to crush the girls. Both girls leapt out of the way as the mechanical beast unleashed a blast of corrupting energy. Curation blocked the attacks as she used her brush to paint a shield of rainbow energy, while Cure Jam orchestrated a symphony of musical notes to counter the corrupting onslaught. Each note exploded with explosive power, beating back the giant beast.
"HAAAAA!!!!!"
Curation slammed down her artistic brush, slamming it to the ground in a rainbow of shockwaves that created malfunctions and distortions in its tainted form. The mechanical creature strained to maintain its form, its glowing red eyes shimmering as the pure power disrupted its malicious code, as it struggled to maintain itself. The duo was about to approach it and finish it off, but they froze when upon hearing this:
"MALKANSAN!!!!!"
The echoes of the Malkansan's roar lingered, the virtual ground trembled, and a swarm of corrupted entities emerged from the digital horizon, answering the call, and the blonde's eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the gravity of the moment. Robotic forms, twisted forms of the once Netnavis, formed a legion of Malkansans, bent on carrying on the assault.
Cure Jam rotated her Record disk, preparing for battle. "Oh, I suppose we'll just have to bring our A-game, Curation!"
Cure Curation's artistic paintbrush shone brightly as it spun in her hands. "All that's right, let's do this, Jam!"
Their red eyes glowing with malice, the Malkansan reinforcements descended upon the Pretty Cures. Creating a musical barrier that absorbed the corrupted attacks, Cure Jam orchestrated a defensive rhythm. Meanwhile, Cure Curation infused her paintbrush with an array of dynamic colors, firing bursts of energy that countered the approaching Malkansans, driving them back with conciliatory force, even as Jam responded with loud sonic waves that disoriented a number of them.
The struggle played out as a digital dance, with both cures seamlessly combining forces to ward off the merciless attacks. Each strike of DJing and sweep of the paintbrush created an explosion and cleansing across every square inch of the battlefield.
Realizing that they needed to synchronize their abilities to an even higher level, the two girls exchanged determined glances as there were more Malkansans then they could handle.
"Pretty Cure!"
In a moment of oneness, the musical notes of Cure Jam merged with the vibrant energy of Cure Curation, as the Paintbrush glowed with beauty, producing an intricate pattern of dynamic colors. The duo's synergy intensified as the watches on their wrists illuminated brightly. They floated above the virtual floor, intertwining their energies. A brilliant sphere of united musical and artistic brilliance was formed between them, vibrating with an ethereal glow. Both Cure Jam and Cure Curation raised their hands.
"Melodic Curation!"
Both Cures struck the energy sphere in their own way, as it erupted into a dazzling burst of energy that surged forward, enveloping the Malkansans in a harmonic symphony of light. The Corrupted entities flinched, their robot-like forms glitching and distorting beneath the sheer power of the girls' combined charge.
"G-Game Over"
As Melodical Couration purified the corrupted code and restored the Malkansans to their original Netnavi form, the virtual cityscape vibrated with the force of the attack.
Once the radiant energy had died down, Cure Jam and Cure Curation descended back to the virtual ground, their powers exhausted, yet triumphant. "Whew, that's a big battle, felt like a raid for a moment there." Jam snickered jokingly. Curation grinned with a nod of her head. "I guess, so, well, at least we managed to clear this area of the Malkansans, there's still a lot more to go and not a lot of cures left, which is bad," Curation responded, a little worried since she had a nagging feeling about it.
"Well, I would have to say that you will be part of those missing cures then, as The Balance of Harmony will crumble and you will all fail," A monotonous voice spoke, both girls looked around for the voice, frightened and on edge by the sound, both girls raised their weapons.
"W-who are you? Show yourself!" Jam demanded, somewhat nervous and afraid, with a bad sense.
In the digital shadows, a mysterious and formidable figure emerged from the corrupted pixels, seemingly defying the very essence of the virtual world. Wrapped in an aura of dark energy, she stepped forward. Her thigh-length magenta hair flowed gracefully, with the right side of her bangs dipped in a rich crimson hue. Tied into a large ponytail, the vibrant strands cascaded down her back, held together by a light blue band that contrasted with the intensity of her hair.
The mysterious person's attire was a red and black crop top with short sleeves adorning her upper body with a magenta and red skirt, held up by suspenders attached to a black belt, that swayed with each step. Black stockings, embellished with a magenta ribbon on her right knee, seamlessly transitioned into grey and red combat boots that left echoes of her steps. Her hands were adorned with black and magenta pink fingerless gloves, and her wrists were covered by spiky gauntlets. A magenta cloak billowed behind her, adorned with a gold clasp.
As an avatar within the digital realm, she bore two pairs of horns adorned her head, the first pair strikingly red while the second pair gleamed in pure white. A magenta draconic tail, with tufts of crimson fur at the end, trailed behind her gracefully as it swayed side-to-side. Her eyes, veiled by a pink visor, concealed any emotions or intentions. The pallor of her abnormally pale skin was as if she were a specter that traversed the digital realm with unfathomable purpose.
“Who am I? I’m just the Bounty Hunter.”
Cure Jam and Cure Curation exchanged uneasy glances, slightly intimidated by the ominous figure, having heard of a bounty hunter hunting the Precure. "We won't let you stop us from protecting EDEN and the balance between the digital and real worlds!" Cure Jam declared defiantly. "Yeah! What she said! We heard of you Hunting other Precure and we'll stop you!" Curation said getting defensive. The Bounty hunter looked not amused as she gave a small sigh, But non the less she wanted to see on how they fare.
“I thought you were going with the easy way…. Huh? Well, The hard way it is.” The Bounty hunter said, cracking her knuckles. "So Keep up."
However, before they could react, the Bounty Hunter's cloak billowed, and in an instant, they found themselves under a sudden attack. The mysterious hunter moved with incredible speed, targeting both with precise strikes with her fists leaving them momentarily disoriented.
Cure Jam and Cure Curation, caught off guard, tried to defend themselves, but the Bounty Hunter's relentless assault forced them into a defensive position as she then trips one of them with a sweep of her foot, and the other with a swift punch to the gut.
In a swift and unexpected movement, she raised herself over the exhausted cures and grabbed watches worn by both. With her bare hand, she crushed them as they watched in shock as the watches shattered, felt a sudden surge of vulnerability, as they were forced to their civilian form, To make matters worse, the shattered Watches left the Cures separated from their Netnavi partners, Both girls soon found themselves overpowered by this Bounty Hunter.
“No... our D-Cure Watch!” Cure Curation exclaimed in shock.
The Bounty Hunter, unmoved by the Cures' distress, continued in her monotonous voice. "Your precious balance is fragile, just like your futile attempts to protect it.” The digital air crackled with tension as the Pretty Cures struggled to regain their footing, their vulnerability laid bare, as they scrambled backward in fear powerless to defeat someone like her. “There’s no use running away now. “
The Bounty Hunter, her avatar radiating an aura of calculated superiority, approached the disoriented Cures with an eerie calmness, as the two cures continued to stumble and scramble back in fear. Snapping her fingers, she conjured a mysterious disk-like item, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with ominous energy. With a gesture, the Bounty Hunter unleashed powerful tendrils of darkness that enveloped both girls as they screamed, struggling to break free as it rendered them incapacitated, as they were absorbed into the disks.
“20,346 down…. “ she counted As the disk hummed with an otherworldly glow, the Bounty Hunter raised it high above her head inspecting it, seeing the two cures frozen their poses struck in their internal poses to break free. With a decisive gesture, the Bounty Hunter summoned a virtual portal, its swirling energy a gateway to the unknown. “ Plenty more to go.” She banished the disk into the portal with a small sigh, as it closed automatically.
Appearing by her side floated her Netnavi companion, a magenta chibi dragon-like creature draped in a grey hoodie with the hood down, his golden eyes staring at his partner. “Seems like you’ve been busy, Volta.” He said. Volta nods in affirmation. “Yeah, There’s still more Precure to capture.” She raised herself.
“So what’s the status report?”
“your recent bounty has been successfully captured and confined to the virtual realm.”
Volta's monotone response echoed through the virtual space. "Efficiency is paramount. They posed a threat to Lazarus’s plans.” She said as she raised herself ready to leave off towards her next bounty in mind to capture another cure.
The dragon-like Netnavi continued, "However, four Netnavis managed to escape the area, They are currently en route to the real world." Volta halted as she glanced at her companion, as silence was palpable for a moment. “They escaped huh? Well, then I sha-”
“You won’t be going to the real world any time soon. I’d sent others heading to the real world to capture the targets."
A small rectangular holographic screen appeared at the side of her vision, and a figure displayed within the screen was shrouded in darkness, Volta's golden eyes narrowed behind her visor as she faced the screen, slightly irritated at someone interrupting her job. "Explain yourself, Lazarus. No one interferes with my targets." She demanded.
The figure remained shrouded, his voice maintaining an air of authority, as he sounded slightly malicious. "There are others that are on the move to capture them. It is in your best interest to let them handle the capture in the real world. Your focus should remain on the Pretty Cures within EDEN."
“No one dictates my actions, Lazarus, I’ll go get them," Volta argued back. "This is not a suggestion, Volta. You have to hunt down the Pretty Cure and capture them, We don’t want any loose ends in EDEN? Do We?”The mysterious figure's tone grew firmer, causing Volta to flinch a little at the tone. For a moment there was intense staring at the small screen as her eyes narrowed a bit more, she wanted to hunt down the escaped netnavis, But it was her word against his and she couldn’t disobey him exactly. So with a reluctant sigh, She answered:
“Yes, sir.”
"Good. Do not let anything distract you from your purpose."The mysterious figure said as he was satisfied with Volta's compliance, nodded approvingly. “Keep me posted on your Hunts, Volta. Do. Not. Fail. Me.” He also said hinting at the seriousness in his tone, and the screen disappeared. Volta sighed as she cracked her knuckles getting ready.
“Guess it’s back to work.”
( Tell me what you guys think, And Any advice you all have!)
A shadow loomed over the digital field, as the lighting of the red hues from the now corrupt part of the server with Most of the islands been destroyed and fragmented. Standing atop a severed building was a Malkansan; its Bipedal beast-like robotic body glittering wings spread out poised to flight, claws clenching and ready to attack, Its red eyes casting an eerie glow. Its presence casts a dark shadow upon the vibrant virtual landscape.
TIt then spotted a trio of Netnavis, resembling chibi-fied animals imitating real-life roles, as it quickly dive-bombed and roared as it descended in front of them, screaming in terror as their joyous expressions morphed into ones of dread and disarray as the ambient atmosphere sparkled with corrupted digital energy. The corrupt entity, with its robotic limbs and blazing red eyes, dropped its head toward its targets. With an ominous roar, the Malkansan released torrents of corrupted code, but before it reached the Netnavis, two Cures descended in front of them; the rainbow-clad Cure with the characteristics of a unicorn twirled and gracefully wielded her giant paintbrush, while the second Cure with the characteristics of a golden-toned feline, dressed as a DJ, positioned themselves side by side, prepared to defend the virtual realm against the looming threat. She pointed her paintbrush at the monster.
" Let us preserve the Beauty of EDEN and rid it of this corruption, Cure Jam!"
Striking a pose with a holographic DJ set in hand, the blonde now known as Cure Jam nodded in agreement. "Sure thing, Curation! Let's crank up the beat and teach this Malkansan what's what!"
All three of the Netnavis looked at their saviors in awe as Curation assumed a combative stance. "Evacuate this area, it is not safe to be here! Immediately!"
Without a moment's hesitation, the Netnavis were off and fleeing from the battle that was about to erupt. As the Malkansan lunged forward, its mechanical limbs striking with precision, its claws slashing down to crush the girls. Both girls leapt out of the way as the mechanical beast unleashed a blast of corrupting energy. Curation blocked the attacks as she used her brush to paint a shield of rainbow energy, while Cure Jam orchestrated a symphony of musical notes to counter the corrupting onslaught. Each note exploded with explosive power, beating back the giant beast.
"HAAAAA!!!!!"
Curation slammed down her artistic brush, slamming it to the ground in a rainbow of shockwaves that created malfunctions and distortions in its tainted form. The mechanical creature strained to maintain its form, its glowing red eyes shimmering as the pure power disrupted its malicious code, as it struggled to maintain itself. The duo was about to approach it and finish it off, but they froze when upon hearing this:
"MALKANSAN!!!!!"
The echoes of the Malkansan's roar lingered, the virtual ground trembled, and a swarm of corrupted entities emerged from the digital horizon, answering the call, and the blonde's eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the gravity of the moment. Robotic forms, twisted forms of the once Netnavis, formed a legion of Malkansans, bent on carrying on the assault.
Cure Jam rotated her Record disk, preparing for battle. "Oh, I suppose we'll just have to bring our A-game, Curation!"
Cure Curation's artistic paintbrush shone brightly as it spun in her hands. "All that's right, let's do this, Jam!"
Their red eyes glowing with malice, the Malkansan reinforcements descended upon the Pretty Cures. Creating a musical barrier that absorbed the corrupted attacks, Cure Jam orchestrated a defensive rhythm. Meanwhile, Cure Curation infused her paintbrush with an array of dynamic colors, firing bursts of energy that countered the approaching Malkansans, driving them back with conciliatory force, even as Jam responded with loud sonic waves that disoriented a number of them.
The struggle played out as a digital dance, with both cures seamlessly combining forces to ward off the merciless attacks. Each strike of DJing and sweep of the paintbrush created an explosion and cleansing across every square inch of the battlefield.
Realizing that they needed to synchronize their abilities to an even higher level, the two girls exchanged determined glances as there were more Malkansans then they could handle.
"Pretty Cure!"
In a moment of oneness, the musical notes of Cure Jam merged with the vibrant energy of Cure Curation, as the Paintbrush glowed with beauty, producing an intricate pattern of dynamic colors. The duo's synergy intensified as the watches on their wrists illuminated brightly. They floated above the virtual floor, intertwining their energies. A brilliant sphere of united musical and artistic brilliance was formed between them, vibrating with an ethereal glow. Both Cure Jam and Cure Curation raised their hands.
"Melodic Curation!"
Both Cures struck the energy sphere in their own way, as it erupted into a dazzling burst of energy that surged forward, enveloping the Malkansans in a harmonic symphony of light. The Corrupted entities flinched, their robot-like forms glitching and distorting beneath the sheer power of the girls' combined charge.
"G-Game Over"
As Melodical Couration purified the corrupted code and restored the Malkansans to their original Netnavi form, the virtual cityscape vibrated with the force of the attack.
Once the radiant energy had died down, Cure Jam and Cure Curation descended back to the virtual ground, their powers exhausted, yet triumphant. "Whew, that's a big battle, felt like a raid for a moment there." Jam snickered jokingly. Curation grinned with a nod of her head. "I guess, so, well, at least we managed to clear this area of the Malkansans, there's still a lot more to go and not a lot of cures left, which is bad," Curation responded, a little worried since she had a nagging feeling about it.
"Well, I would have to say that you will be part of those missing cures then, as The Balance of Harmony will crumble and you will all fail," A monotonous voice spoke, both girls looked around for the voice, frightened and on edge by the sound, both girls raised their weapons.
"W-who are you? Show yourself!" Jam demanded, somewhat nervous and afraid, with a bad sense.
In the digital shadows, a mysterious and formidable figure emerged from the corrupted pixels, seemingly defying the very essence of the virtual world. Wrapped in an aura of dark energy, she stepped forward. Her thigh-length magenta hair flowed gracefully, with the right side of her bangs dipped in a rich crimson hue. Tied into a large ponytail, the vibrant strands cascaded down her back, held together by a light blue band that contrasted with the intensity of her hair.
The mysterious person's attire was a red and black crop top with short sleeves adorning her upper body with a magenta and red skirt, held up by suspenders attached to a black belt, that swayed with each step. Black stockings, embellished with a magenta ribbon on her right knee, seamlessly transitioned into grey and red combat boots that left echoes of her steps. Her hands were adorned with black and magenta pink fingerless gloves, and her wrists were covered by spiky gauntlets. A magenta cloak billowed behind her, adorned with a gold clasp.
As an avatar within the digital realm, she bore two pairs of horns adorned her head, the first pair strikingly red while the second pair gleamed in pure white. A magenta draconic tail, with tufts of crimson fur at the end, trailed behind her gracefully as it swayed side-to-side. Her eyes, veiled by a pink visor, concealed any emotions or intentions. The pallor of her abnormally pale skin was as if she were a specter that traversed the digital realm with unfathomable purpose.
“Who am I? I’m just the Bounty Hunter.”
Cure Jam and Cure Curation exchanged uneasy glances, slightly intimidated by the ominous figure, having heard of a bounty hunter hunting the Precure. "We won't let you stop us from protecting EDEN and the balance between the digital and real worlds!" Cure Jam declared defiantly. "Yeah! What she said! We heard of you Hunting other Precure and we'll stop you!" Curation said getting defensive. The Bounty hunter looked not amused as she gave a small sigh, But non the less she wanted to see on how they fare.
“I thought you were going with the easy way…. Huh? Well, The hard way it is.” The Bounty hunter said, cracking her knuckles. "So Keep up."
However, before they could react, the Bounty Hunter's cloak billowed, and in an instant, they found themselves under a sudden attack. The mysterious hunter moved with incredible speed, targeting both with precise strikes with her fists leaving them momentarily disoriented.
Cure Jam and Cure Curation, caught off guard, tried to defend themselves, but the Bounty Hunter's relentless assault forced them into a defensive position as she then trips one of them with a sweep of her foot, and the other with a swift punch to the gut.
In a swift and unexpected movement, she raised herself over the exhausted cures and grabbed watches worn by both. With her bare hand, she crushed them as they watched in shock as the watches shattered, felt a sudden surge of vulnerability, as they were forced to their civilian form, To make matters worse, the shattered Watches left the Cures separated from their Netnavi partners, Both girls soon found themselves overpowered by this Bounty Hunter.
“No... our D-Cure Watch!” Cure Curation exclaimed in shock.
The Bounty Hunter, unmoved by the Cures' distress, continued in her monotonous voice. "Your precious balance is fragile, just like your futile attempts to protect it.” The digital air crackled with tension as the Pretty Cures struggled to regain their footing, their vulnerability laid bare, as they scrambled backward in fear powerless to defeat someone like her. “There’s no use running away now. “
The Bounty Hunter, her avatar radiating an aura of calculated superiority, approached the disoriented Cures with an eerie calmness, as the two cures continued to stumble and scramble back in fear. Snapping her fingers, she conjured a mysterious disk-like item, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with ominous energy. With a gesture, the Bounty Hunter unleashed powerful tendrils of darkness that enveloped both girls as they screamed, struggling to break free as it rendered them incapacitated, as they were absorbed into the disks.
“20,346 down…. “ she counted As the disk hummed with an otherworldly glow, the Bounty Hunter raised it high above her head inspecting it, seeing the two cures frozen their poses struck in their internal poses to break free. With a decisive gesture, the Bounty Hunter summoned a virtual portal, its swirling energy a gateway to the unknown. “ Plenty more to go.” She banished the disk into the portal with a small sigh, as it closed automatically.
Appearing by her side floated her Netnavi companion, a magenta chibi dragon-like creature draped in a grey hoodie with the hood down, his golden eyes staring at his partner. “Seems like you’ve been busy, Volta.” He said. Volta nods in affirmation. “Yeah, There’s still more Precure to capture.” She raised herself.
“So what’s the status report?”
“your recent bounty has been successfully captured and confined to the virtual realm.”
Volta's monotone response echoed through the virtual space. "Efficiency is paramount. They posed a threat to Lazarus’s plans.” She said as she raised herself ready to leave off towards her next bounty in mind to capture another cure.
The dragon-like Netnavi continued, "However, four Netnavis managed to escape the area, They are currently en route to the real world." Volta halted as she glanced at her companion, as silence was palpable for a moment. “They escaped huh? Well, then I sha-”
“You won’t be going to the real world any time soon. I’d sent others heading to the real world to capture the targets."
A small rectangular holographic screen appeared at the side of her vision, and a figure displayed within the screen was shrouded in darkness, Volta's golden eyes narrowed behind her visor as she faced the screen, slightly irritated at someone interrupting her job. "Explain yourself, Lazarus. No one interferes with my targets." She demanded.
The figure remained shrouded, his voice maintaining an air of authority, as he sounded slightly malicious. "There are others that are on the move to capture them. It is in your best interest to let them handle the capture in the real world. Your focus should remain on the Pretty Cures within EDEN."
“No one dictates my actions, Lazarus, I’ll go get them," Volta argued back. "This is not a suggestion, Volta. You have to hunt down the Pretty Cure and capture them, We don’t want any loose ends in EDEN? Do We?”The mysterious figure's tone grew firmer, causing Volta to flinch a little at the tone. For a moment there was intense staring at the small screen as her eyes narrowed a bit more, she wanted to hunt down the escaped netnavis, But it was her word against his and she couldn’t disobey him exactly. So with a reluctant sigh, She answered:
“Yes, sir.”
"Good. Do not let anything distract you from your purpose."The mysterious figure said as he was satisfied with Volta's compliance, nodded approvingly. “Keep me posted on your Hunts, Volta. Do. Not. Fail. Me.” He also said hinting at the seriousness in his tone, and the screen disappeared. Volta sighed as she cracked her knuckles getting ready.
“Guess it’s back to work.”
( Tell me what you guys think, And Any advice you all have!)
