Dizaster 9

[The Warden]

This is not yugioh based but it still makes references. This, i hope uou enjoy

 

 

[spoiler=Plot]

The plot of this fic is about a man named Zacaria Armidayle and his adventures with a power called the dizaster 9, this is given in chap 2. His mission is to find annd claim all of the dizasters and beat the main villain, called the supreme king (yes, i didn't have any other ideas). He is joined by his friends and family to do this, prepare for laughs and other random crap.

 

 

[spoiler=Characters]

Full Name: Zacaria Armidayle

Age: 24

Occupation: Deli Worker

Power: Dizaster 9

Bio: He was often called 'Natural Disaster' when he was younger due to an inncesent clumsiness. His ancenstry leads him to being a descendent of the very first user of the Dizasters, Kaze Armidayle.

 

Full Name: Lydia Armstrong

Age: 23

Occupation: Teacher's Assistent

Power: ???

Bio: She and Zac have been friends since they were 3. They fight often but are really good friends, though each secretly wish to be more then that.

 

Full Name: Remi Kengspu

Age: ???

Occupation: Teacher of the Dizasters

Power: ???

Bio: An enigmatic man who haunted Zac for a week to saying yes to his question and eventually roped him into the whole dizaster ordeal.

 

Full Name: Adam Marina

Age: ???

Occupation: ???

Power: ???

Bio ???

 

Full Name: Elle Armidayle

Age: 26

Occupation: Real-Estate Agent

Power: ???

Bio: She is the older sister to Zac. She left the city when she was 20 to pursue her career, which she strangely excels in. Though they see each other often during holidays.

 

Full Name: Supreme King

Age: ???

Occupation: Lord of a Nega universe

Power: Darkness

Bio: Not much s known about this daemon as he prefers to use lackeys as his eyes and ears. The one thing definatly known is that he wants the dizasters and will do anything to get them.

 

 

[spoiler=Episode 1]

Ep 1: The Average Life of the Average Hero

 

‘I never wanted to be a hero, I just fell into the job, how vexing…tch, where are my manners? My name is Zac Armidayle, funny name, I know. What can I say about myself? Well, I’m about 24 years old, I have short black hair; I’m about 5”9 tall, average weight, not to good looking not to bad, I live in an apartment on the 23rd floor of my building etc etc. This is the story of my adventures with the Dizasters, plus my close team mates. They are: my best friend Lydia Armstrong, my teacher Remi Kengspu, my other friend Adam Marina and my sister Elle Armidayle. Let’s see, Lydia has about shoulder length brown hair, a bit shorter at 5”6, she’s also 23 and still available blah blah blah. Maybe I should start from the beginning……’

 

Zac had come home to his apartment from another day at the deli. It paid well but always left him smelling like meat products. He went to take a shower when he suddenly felt a chill sweep over him, the kind of paranoid ‘someone-is-watching-me chill’, but he shrugged it off and enjoyed a nice hot shower. He went to his bedroom to get his clothes. Upon opening the cupboard, a box fell from the top shelf and whacked him on the head. Groaning, he got up to see what had hit him. It was a large box decorated in Christmas style wrapping and was tapped up. Tearing the tap off, he removed the lid and looked in to reveal a small tin and two large stacks of cards. ‘My yugioh cards’ he whispered as he took off the tins lid to reveal six different decks, all tied up in elastic bands. He pulled one out and shuffled through it until he came to a familiar card. ‘I remember you’ he said. ‘Exxod, Master of the Guard. You really did save me a lot of times back when I played this game, but that is just a fleeting memory’ he said.

 

While Zac was taking the first class tour of lala land, his friend Lydia had come waltzing in through the front door. She immediately made her way to Zac’s room only to see her friend in a towel, holding a deck of cards and was talking to himself. She backed away slowly and went and slammed the front door, shouting ‘Zaccy boy! Are you decent?’ Zac took and express ticket out of lala land and immediately put down the cards. He through on his usual long sleeved shirt and pants and went to greet Lydia, who, by this time, was channel surfing. ‘Hey Lyds, I didn’t expect you’ he said. ‘And I didn’t expect you to come in without any pants on’ she said, pointing at a small imprint on his pants. ‘Huh?’ he muttered and looked down only to immediately cover up and scuttle back to his room. After a full 30 seconds he recovered his masculinity. ‘As I said before, I didn’t expect you here; I thought you had a class today?’ ‘Nope’ she said happily. ‘My tae kwon doe class had to be put off because several of the juniors had wet themselves and the instructor/cleaners could not remove the stain or the smell, so it was put off, so I have much of the night free’ she explained. ‘And you thought there would be nothing better then to go see your best friend Zac and coax him into renting out some movies tonight’. ‘Actually, yes Zac, that WAS the plan. Heh, am I getting THAT predictable’ she asked. ‘Yes you are and that is a good plan, since I didn’t have one in any case’. ‘Oh, by the way, when I came in, I didn’t hear you showering so, what were you doing?’ she asked. ‘Oh, I had found my old yugioh cards. Remember how we used to duel a lot when we were younger?’ he asked. ‘Yes I do, I used to trounce you time and again with my vicious Voltanis and my wrathful fairies’. ‘Let’s not get carried away Lyds, my Exxod stopped Voltanis many a time. But in any case, let’s go get those movies.’

 

The rental shop was only a couple blocks from where they lived. Whilst walking Zac felt the same chill from before, he turned around and caught sight of what appeared to be a robe hem, but he dismissed it as his imagination. They got the store and went, with Lydia immediately running to the anime movies whilst Zac wandered over to the comedy section. Lydia raced back to him holding up a movie. ‘Lookie Zac, they finally got in ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ after the first one got stolen, we are SO getting this’ she said and dived back into the shelves. Zac continued to shuffle through movies he’d already seen or got. After browsing he got a couple of movies and went to watch the trailers playing on the above screen TVs littered around the store. He was watching the trailer for another crappy romance when the image began to flicker and change, resulting in the face of a man in mid 30’s with long silver hair. ‘Zac, Zac Armidayle. What would you say if all you had to say was yes to unlock a great and unique destiny, all you need is yes’ it buzzed. Zac considered this and chiefly said ‘No’. The screen faded and Lydia came holding a bunch of movies. They paid for them and left, but Zac still had that man’s face and message stuck in his head…

 

‘That was basically how I first met Remi. Although I answered ‘no’ the first time round, he was very persistent, which you have to admire…usually.’

 

After that first encounter, the man seemed to be appearing everywhere, always with the same question. Zac was in his car to go shopping when the man appeared in the side window. ‘Please?’ he asked. ‘No’ Zac answered and he whined the window down. Later, when he was showering the man appeared in the glass. ‘Please’ was the same question. Zac screamed ‘NO!’ and sprayed the glass with water whilst he covered up. This went on for about a week and Zac’s patience was cracking, until one night, when he trying to enjoy a movie, the man appeared in the TV for the final time. ‘Please?’ he asked. ‘YES FINE! I’LL DO IT!’ he shouted at the screen. The man smiled and said ‘good, I can finally come out now’. And with that, he pulled himself out of the TV and stood 6”3 feet tall. He was wearing a long flowing robe with long sleeves. His hair reached to his shoulders. ‘Prepare yourself Zacaria Armidayle, for the destiny of the Dizaster 9...’

 

[spoiler=Episode 2]

Ep2: Dizaster 1-Fire Fox

 

*Please note that this ep contains ideologicaly sensitive material

 

Zac was completely stunned by what this man had said, but cringed when he heard his full name. ‘The…..Dizaster, 9?’ he asked uncertainly. ‘Yes’ the man answered. ‘They are an incredibly powerful elemental force consisting of: Fire, Ice, Light, Dark, Water, Lightning, Wind and Earth’. Zac took this in when he realized something. ‘Wait, that’s only eight, what about the ninth one?’ The man was not surprised at this question. ‘Not much is actually known about the ninth disaster, only that it is there.’ This man’s sudden appearance had troubled Zac, but hearing about the disasters seemed to calm him. ‘But why me? What makes me different to other people?’ he asked. ‘The man sat down on the couch and motioned Zac to sit. ‘You, are descended from the original user and master of the Dizasters. I was naught but an apprentice to him. I was there so long ago when he had lost to the Supreme King. That foul creature was losing when he did a cowardly thing and held my master’s love hostage, he was then struck down. With the last of his power, he scattered all but one of the dizasters to all points of existence. He left me the first dizaster to give to his descendent in hopes of having he or she locate the disasters, master them and defeat the Supreme King. You, Zacaria Armidayle, are descended from that original knight, Kaze Armidayle.’ Zac was absorbing tremendous information and wanted more. ‘Who, or what is the Supreme King?’ he asked. The man’s face turned grim at this question. ‘He is a powerful daemon king of a nega universe. He uses deceit, trickery and betrayal to get what he wants. And all he wants is one thing, and that is power. He already knows that you are the descendent, he will do all he can to claim the dizasters, obviously we must not let him, if he gets all of them, it’s all over. So we must work quickly to reclaim the dizasters and defeat him.’ Another truckload of info fell onto Zac, but something clicked. ‘Well, that’s all well and good, not to mention cliché, but…who are you?’ The man paused for a minute and said ‘My name is Remi Kengspu. Once apprentice to Kaze Armidayle, knight of dizaster; now teacher to Zacaria Armidayle.’ ‘So, Remi, what exactly IS the first dizaster?’ he asked. He simply smiled pulled a small rectangular case from within his sleeve, it had a band of symbols running around the center. ‘Within this case lies the first dizaster, if you truly are the heir, the seal will dispel and you will claim the dizaster, if not…I’ll not mention’ he instructed. Zac reached out a quivering hand to the case, where there was a bright flash and a click. The seal was gone. Zac took the case from Remi and opened it, inside was plush padding and a card. It was about 4 inches high and 3 inches wide. It had a flaming red border and in the center was a picture of a fox curled into the ouroboros shape, its tail was flaming. The back of the card was a deep brown colour. Underneath was a small white oval, with the Roman numeral ‘I’ in it. Zac admired the craftsmanship of the image. ‘Ummmm, how DO I use it?’ he asked. Remi simply stated ‘raise it and call it by it’s name, you should be able to guess it’. Zac shrugged and shouted ‘DIZASTER 1-FIRE FOX!’

 

*Cue Anime Transformation*

 

Zac stood in darkness, card held high until it exploded into flames, covering his torso. As each bit of fire covered him, each part of clothing touched transformed into tan leather armour. Each hand became long claws with glowing magma veins at the wrists. His feet also became clawed. His hair became longer and also turned orange, ending in a white tip. To finish it off, a cap shaped like a foxes head fell and landed on his head, the eyes glew red. He does some flaming punches and kicks, ending with a battle pose in front of a flaming ‘I’.

 

*End Cue*

 

Zac stood, amazed at his new outfit. ‘This…this is incredible, I feel stronger then ever’ he states, but then notices his arms and legs. ‘But, why am I so, so….lanky?’ he asked. ‘Well, the original creator of the dizasters wanted the form to be much like the animal it is based on. The fox generally means speed and fluid movement, which is what you have. Now, let’s go test your control over it.’ With that, they both jump out onto the balcony.

 

Zac had been leaping freely from building to building whilst Remi flew, looking for trouble and danger. ‘Remi?’ Zac asked. ‘Do any of the dizasters have wings? I’m sure the wing one will, any others?’ ‘I’m not sure, probably 2 more, but that isn’t important right now, we’re looking for crime so kee- Nevermind, I found something, a mugging in an alleyway about 2 blocks from here, come on.’ They continue until they land near the alley, peering in, they spot a group of 10 thugs harassing a girl, they’re all ringed around her. ‘Okay Zac, this is your chance, I’ll be watching, show them what you’re made of.’ Remi climbs up to a nearby roof. ‘Only 20 bucks girly, what a rip, well boys, I guess we can have our way with her instead’ the boss said. Zac walks in and boldly says ‘are you SURE you wanna do that?’. The group turns to Zac with anger/confusion. ‘What do you want? You leather wearin’ furry’ the boss said. Zac was a little insulted by that remark, he had nothing against furries, he liked what they did but wasn’t one of them. ‘You really shouldn’t be doing this. I mean mugging is bad, but rape? That is wrong and very cliché on SOOO many levels’. One of the group members breaks away and rushes at Zac with an iron bar. ‘How DARE you talk to boss ‘Arry like that, I’m gonna break you’ he shouts but gets caught short as Zac rushed in and swings a kick at the guys gut, and then rakes the guys face with his claws, leaving 4 deep wounds, they bled slowly. The group rush in around Zac. ‘You’re gonna pay for hurtin one of MY boys furry, now we’re gonna break you’ the boss growled. They all rush in but Zac was quicker. He pounced the nearest thug, crashing them all into the human domino effect. Zac chuckled at this. ‘Ohh’ he moaned. ‘I thought you guys were serious, guess I was wrong’ he mocked. One of the thugs got up and got an iron bar, which he swung blindly at Zac, who caught it in his claws. They struggled with the bar, trying to ram each other, when Zac suddenly realized ‘Oh crap, Remi didn’t tell me how to use my powers, guess I’ll have to wing it’. ‘Flaming Hands’ Zac shouted, which resulted in the latter. The bar heated up quickly and they guy let go, which gave Zac the chance to whack the guy with it, launching the assailant into the wall, he then flopped onto the ground. The rest of the group had gotten up, all of them noticed the flaming hands and bar. They all ran for mercy, except the leader who was fuming. ‘HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME AND MY BOYS!’ he screamed, lunging into combat with Zac.

 

On a nearby roof top is a mysterious man in a tuxedo. It is elegantly pressed with a corsage and a hanky in the pocket. He is wearing a large cape and an elegant ballroom mask covering the top half of his face. A top hat rests on the top of his head, which is of cropped brown hair. He is closely watching the battle between Zac and what he calls ‘the garden variety thug’. ‘So, the boy is still an amateur, but amateurs can still be dangerous, the king himself has learned that’ he thought, pulling from his pocket and extendable blow pipe and a dart filled with a dark purple liquid thickly glopping about. He jumps to the roof top closest to them, taking am with his blow pipe…

 

Zac was still fighting with the thug boss. He is enjoying it as the guys attack are slow yet powerful. He gets clipped twice when they both hear a billowing sound, they look up to see a tuxedoed man aim a blow pipe at them. He inhales and immediately shots a purple dart at the thug. Zac jumps away as the man is struck. Zac backs away as he notices the liquid drain into the guy’s arm, which is slowly turning purple. Zac was horrified at what happened next. The thug began to scream as the veins in his arms slowly expand. The thug’s body was growing quickly as was his muscles all over his body. They looked like thickening logs and made Zac feel very small/self-conscious. The left arm slowly split out and turn into flailing tentacles. The clothes slowly began to tear, leaving him almost nude, except for a small rag covering the crotch. A huge roid gut extended out from behind the abs, which were up to being an eight pack. The look was completed with horns popping out at his temples and tusks jutting out from the bottom jaw. Zac was very close to being violently sick and he dove behind a dumpster.

 

Remi was nearby window shopping when he heard the screaming. ‘What in the? I hope that’s not Zac’ he thought as he ran to the alleyway. When he got there, he saw the thug expanding out as well and then he ran to the nearby dumpster to be violently ill. He dove behind it as Zac did. ‘Zac’ Remi whispered. ‘What the hell happened?’ ‘Well, I was fighting this guy and easily beating him when I heard a strange noise. I look up to see a guy in a tuxedo lob a dart at the guy I’m fighting. What is behind us is the result’ Zac whispered, pointing at the horror, who was flexing. ‘Crap, I didn’t expect the King to be so desperate as to use daemon steroids on a human, now listen, that man was a high alchemist for the Supreme King, I’ll go deal with him. Now, before I forget, you don’t have a set power pool, you use whatever comes to mind, as long as you use a word close to or involving fire. Also, to summon your weapon, call it by what you want to call it, holding out your hand. It’s a blade if I remember correctly, good luck’ he said hastily, flying onto the roof top. Zac heard about half of what Remi has said, but definitely heard the bit about the powers and sword. With courage, he gets out from behind the dumpster and looks up, to see Remi looked in aerial combat with the alchemist, he turns to see the daemon was still admiring its new form. ‘Vain bastard’ he muttered. Zac holds his hand out and shouts ‘COME FORTH, THE ARDENT BLADE!’ a bright shining reveals into his hand a medium length sword. It has a red and yellow flame pattern on the hilt and a deep orange blade. There are rubies set into the hilt and shining red runes in the blade. The creature noticed the flash and lumbered towards Zac, obviously impeded by its new form. Zac simply mutters ‘let’s dance’ and rushes into combat. The creature rushes in with its tentacles, which were parried by Zac, who began slashing them one by one before the creature reacted. It roared loudly as the stumps slowly bled, but they melted and molded into another claw. They exchange constant blows, mainly from Zac, who kept trying out new powers such as ‘Fireball, Bunsen Kick, Flaming Eye-Poppers’ until it finally catches him off guard and knocks Zac into a wall. It laughs roughly as it opens it’s mouth and begins to charge energy in its mouth. Zac groans and gets up to be greeted with this sight. ‘I.Will. Not.Be. Killed. By some cliché daemon ray!’ he shouts, launching into the air, he kicks off from the wall and in slow motion he points two fingers at the creature and screams ‘BEHOLD! THE IMMOLATOR! BURNING GLORY!’, putting all the energy he could into. He is overwhelmed with burning energy coating him in a sphere of fire, it slowly condenses to the two fingers. ‘HYAAAA!’ he shouts, loosing a jet of deep-blue fire at the creature’s mouth. It begins to eat the fire whilst still charging, the roid gut slowly begins to expand until the creature stops. Zac lands and does a victory pose as the monster collapses behind him and explodes.

 

Whilst this had been happening, Remi had found and challenged the alchemist to aerial combat. They exchanged constant blows, although Remi was the better with his saber verses the man’s staff. They both hear shouting and turn to see Zac finishing the monster off. The man gasped as his creation slowly exploded and noticing that many news people were convening on the alley. He quickly flies away and vanishes. Remi lands near Zac. ‘Congrats kid, you defeated your very first patchwork daemon’ he congratulates but notices Zac had wandered over near a trash can where the girl he had saved had fainted. He turns to see bright lights at the mouth of the alley, where press people ran in. Zac immediately leaped away onto a nearby roof top. He latter met up with Remi as they made their way back to his apartments balcony. They exchanged congratulatory remarks as Zac turned the light on in his living room to reveal Lydia sitting on the recliner, glaring at them. ‘Oh sheet’ Zac muttered.