BONUS ROUND 4 - PROMPT FUSION

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"Fusion is just a cheap trick to make weak prompts stronger!" - a quote from Steven Universe, probably

for this bonus round, it's all about combining two ideas. for example "high school AU" + "secret identity" or "soulmate au" + "mafia au"!

to submit a prompt or fill, reply to this post on Dreamwidth!

Fills can be in any format, and you can fill any prompt (even if it's your own or your teammates)!

for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
if you are participating as a vote-only member, use this format:
PROMPT: VOTER

for your fill  post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
if you are participating as a vote-only member, use this format:
FILL: VOTER

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 100 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each

Comments

Fill: Team OCs

[tabby_shieldmaiden]

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 564
CW: Fantasy imperialism told from the pov of a reluctant imperialist

They say that there’s no greater bond than one between a woman and her sword. We are proof of that.

And it wasn’t like this at first. We were initially, simply partners. But oh boy, we were good partners. Everyone talked about us. Crystal and Ida, the golden duo of the school. I was a great sword, and she was a great swordswoman. Some people spread rumours, saying that I could cut through steel, that she and I were from some sort of legendary lineage of weapons and weapon wielders, explaining our talents from a young age. Others preferred shadier theories. That we made a deal with a dark god, and that explained our abilities. Ida already had eyes on her, being our headmaster’s adopted daughter. Her gifts raised her status, and fairly significantly too.

In reality, we just worked hard together. And we knew how to cooperate well. So much so that in no time at all, we were getting sent on top secret missions by our school’s headmaster. Her father. And well, in the beginning this was exciting news. There we were, going out to make a real difference in the world. She in particular was glad because she got to really do something to make her Dad proud. And sometime around that time I asked her out, and needless to say, the character of our relationship had changed from then on. We were happy.

But little did we know just how much it would change.

Initially, we were sent to do simple missions. Exposing crime dens, defeating demons, clearing out minor magical pests. But as our credits grew, so did our responsibilities. We got sent to other countries, defeated what we were told were criminals. We were sent to help oversee the building of new schools. They wanted to teach more people this style of magic, this style of fighting. It was a good way of discipline, they said. A way of teaching children focus and how to direct strength.

And at the time I believed in this project. But somewhere along the way, things started to not add up.

Maybe it was seeing the misery of other children in the schools. Maybe it was seeing teachers lash out at students for fighting with different methods; they were strict about it. They had to be textbook fighting styles. Maybe it was because most of these schools seem shoddily built and run, as if they were banking more on quantity than quality.

And one day, we heard all about what her father had been involved with. Former angel prince, he wanted to rise again. And he needed an army in order to do so. This world he was banished to had plenty of raw material to be turned into soldiers. So why not make them in his image?

And Ida was devastated to hear that. Because who wouldn’t be. And yet… we just never left our post. We couldn’t. In her heart, Ida still loved her father, and I still loved Ida. So we continued on, weapon and welder, fighting down demons and visiting schools.

Maybe if I were less of a coward, I would walk out. And maybe if Ida hadn’t had that bond, she would too. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? There’s no greater bond than between a woman and her sword. And we are proof of that.