Wanted to contribute something to the Break Room folder of The Flea Protection Committee, so I decided to draw La Nouche having tea with her fellow FPC member Mahina, though she’s opting to actually drink tea than gorging herself with the snacks that comes with the tea
Went to the garden tour when finally time. So this is Franc’s birth
place. Report says Raoul created him, but I believe Franc was created by
the professor, because report says Raoul and Emile found Franc in this
garden, and yet explosion happened in the lab. My conclusion plausible.
Professor
chatting about plants. All very complicated. Professor use too big
words. The group all just walking around looking, don’t think they are
even paying attention.
My scarf is pulled. Look down to see
Charles the albino monkey. He looks like he recognize me. I see his tail
point to a direction and he is pulling my scarf. How does he know me? I
only just met him.
Followed Charles anyway. He leads me to a big
brush of bushes. I go look in. I find a blanket and a doll. Doll is
made of different parts of soft toy parts sewed together to make a body.
Realize Charles led me to Franc’s ‘bedroom’. Confirms my theory of
Franc’s creation more.
In a way, it suits Franc. Franc is misfit.
Doll is misfit. They are one and same. Charles want me to give doll to
Franc, it seems. How does he know me? Does he smell Franc on me?
Group is leaving now. Must follow them. And must return doll to Franc. He must miss it very much.
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Third assignment from
The Flea Protection Committee
: COMPLETE
Again,
La Nouche couldn’t speak, so she has problems constructing sentences in
her report. La Nouche is more towards a firm believer that Franc was
created by the professor and not by Raoul
Day 1
Found L'oiseau Rare, where Franc was last seen. Nice design, quiet place but many patrons.
Day 2
Surveyed
the area. Dim lighting. Adequate settings. Stage sturdy and sound. A
few VIP boxes for important people. A box for the band. Everything in
its place. Good.
Day 3
Returned to survey the room of the
star, Lucille. Lock easy to pick. Standard French-style dressing room
for standard singers. Heard Lucille is one of a kind. Will find out soon
enough. For now, found obscure place to hide in to watch Franc closely
Day 4
Meets
Franc with Lucille trying out new disguises. She give him a funny
bull-horn wig and laughed at how he look. Franc noticed me. Not sure
whether he recognize me or not, but he didn’t alert Lucille to see me.
It was a close call
Day 5
Watch Franc’s first day performing.
Surprising that Franc can sing. Heard reports say he couldn’t even talk.
No matter. He sounds beautiful, and patrons seemed impressed by his
performance
Day 6
Listened in to Franc getting to know the
band more and practicing their new songs for the next performance. Band
doesn’t seem bothered by him not talking. Heard Lucille telling them
Franc is a foreigner who doesn’t speak French. Perhaps that explains it
Day 7
Meet
face to face with Franc when he is feeding strays. He recognizes me.
Smiles at me, like saying thanks. I nodded back at him. We sit together
playing with strays in silence. He leans against me. I lean back. We
enjoy each other’s silence in comfort
Day 8
Franc has gotten
popular, and harder to get reservation at table to observe him. Have to
be away for the next week, so will submit these findings by tonight
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Second assignment from
The Flea Protection Committee
: COMPLETE
La
Nouche hasn’t spoken in a very, very long while, so she has trouble
putting words together in her report, but at least her pictures did her
justice
The flea sat huddled at the quiet streets of Paris, having spent
another day avoiding the public in general. He sighed in relief as he
finally managed to take a breather and sat on the cold floors of the
alleyway.
News of a monster terrorizing the neighbourhood
circulated everywhere and the police led by this really nasty-looking
human–he couldn’t remember his name, only that he had a very weird
shape of a face and a rather odd moustache–were prowling the streets in
search of the monster to be lynched.
It didn’t take a genius for him to know the monster they were talking about was him.
It
wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. He didn’t mean to scare the old
female human, or the other younger female human either. He was just
trying to satisfy his curiosity looking into the window to see what that
flickering little orange lights were when she screamed, scaring him
away. And when he tried to help the younger female human from being
beaten by a burly-looking male, she also started screaming and hitting
at him for him to let her go.
And now her fear has turned into every Parisian’s fear.
As
he sighed and tried to figure out what to do next, a hand holding a
piece of brown crusty dough appeared before his eyes. He looked up to
see a young female bowed right beside him. he let out a tiny screech and
backed away, but was surprised that the female human did not even
flinch.
As he studied her warily, he noticed that she was wearing
a long billowing coat and a scarf wrapped around her neck just like
his, only with a different colour. She had what humans call shoes and
gloves, and the back of the hood that connected to her coat was torn to
let loose her head of brown fur. Part of that fur was covering her eyes,
and her solemn lips did not make a sound as she continued to keep her
hand with the dough outstretched, jerking a little as if to tell him to
take it.
The flea, seeing that she was not making any sudden
moves, tentatively took the dough and nibbled at it. He technically
wasn’t supposed to eat human food, but back at the green house with the
professor, he had been trained to accept it into his digestive system,
so long as he had a steady diet of raw meat. The female human did not
move, and did not say a word, but continued to stand there and watch him
eat.
Slowly, the female human reached over and caressed the
flea’s cheek. The flea chirped a whimper as he flinched at her touch,
but she didn’t pull back. She continued to caress his cheek, tracing her
finger along his jawbone, his mandibles, his other side of his face,
the bridge of his nose until finally resting her hand on his head.
Throughout the entire time, she never said a single word.
Finally,
the female human stroke his head and patted it gently before walking
away, her coat and scarf billowing at the wind. Without turning around,
she raised her hand to wave at him before disappearing as mysteriously
as she came into the night.
She had not said anything to him, but
somehow, deep down inside, the flea knew that there were people like
her watching over him.
And for once, he felt safe.
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First assignment from The Flea Protection Committee: COMPLETE
I
wanted to write this in Franc’s perspective instead, for fun, and this
was La Nouche’s way of telling him, without changing the course of his
life through her experience as a universe traveller, that he has someone
(namely the FPC) watching over him.
For the record, La Nouche cannot talk. To know why,
go back to my previous posts
While La Nouche was still on the run, she stumbled upon A Monster in Paris universe and came across The Flea Protection Committee, a sorta AMIP fan group dedicated to monitoring and keeping the wellbeing of the lovable Franceour, and of course, she’d love to lend a hand
Here’s a bit of a history for one of the recurring characters that will appear from time to time in the Before YAOI High arc.
This,
if you guys don’t remember, is Casadia the Witch Keeper, or in layman’s
term, almost like a sort of law-keeper of the Protection of Fan-Girls Society.
When a matchmaker breaks the rules, he will come to clean
things up, and sometimes, even eliminate the witch if need be, depending
on the severity of the crime. He had been around since the dawn of the
Society, so he has a bit of a old-timey style of talking, trying to
slowly get used to talking in a modern fashion.
When he was
alive, he was nothing more than a common thief struggling to survive
until one day, somewhere in his mid-20’s, he was struck by a carriage
and his wounds were near-fatal. At his death bed, he was approached by
one of the high witches in the Society and told that if he wished to
live beyond his mortal limitation, he was to sign a magic blood contract
with them and serve them for all eternity, or at least as long as the
fangirl realm still exists. Fearing death, he agreed and was stripped of
his mortal solid form and reborn into his Hexxus-ish liquid body,
serving his duty as a Witch Keeper.
When La Nouche was born, he
was there to provide magical assistance so as La Nouche’s “mom” would
not die from childbirth (as the mpreg method employed by the Society was
still in experimental stage). The moment he laid eyes on La Nouche who
took her first breath of air, he was instantly heads over heels with
her. Her father, knowing his feelings for his daughter, entrusted
Casadia with the Autumn ring, a ring that was in his family heirloom for
generations and only handed to the man worthy to take their child’s
hand in marriage.
Unfortunately, after La Nouche’s parents died
as collateral damage by the flame wars raid of the anti-yaoi and anti-yuri
community, Casadia was immediately put to good use to set things right
and pick up the pieces and pull the Society back together. His loyalty
towards the FPGS blinded him from the pain the loss of La Nouche’s
parents had caused her, and he viewed her immediately as a traitor and
troublemaker when La Nouche broke the rules of the Society time and time
again.
When La Nouche went AWOL again, the events in which La
Promesa released him from his liquid body and begged for his help opened
his eyes as he realized that the Autumn ring he thought was lost
during the raid was apparently kept hidden from him in order for him to
forget about his promise to La Nouche’s father to protect her with his
life and forget his intentions to take La Nouche as his wife, and that
the Society had betrayed his trust and loyalty and had been prosecuting
La Nouche all these years. He severed all ties with the FPGS and
became a fugitive just like La Nouche, wandering around the world,
hoping that one day, he would find her and present her the ring and
fulfill his promise…
Another La Nouche installment. Told you it wasn't really the end
So in a nutshell, she basically created a clone/doppelganger of herself who shares the same lifeline as hers, which means if the clone dies, she dies as well
I thought Cassadia deserved some love, coz he’s my second most fav character in the La Nouche-verse series.
I took reference from a sketch done by Tifa the Strange and drew this.
Below is what the panels say:
1. Casadia turns around when he
hears the door of his domain slide open. He wonders whether or not he
would be sent again to retrieve any long, lost Matchmaking Witches that
may have stray away from their path.
2. Disappointed, he saw that
it was La Promesa, the Outcast. The broken Matchmaking Witch, the one
that did not make it into the field and was scrapped as a useless droid
to cater the needs of official Matchmaking Witches and the Amnesty
3.
"What do you want, Outcast? It is not your business being here. Do you
not know you are forbidden in these ranks?" Though he asked that, he was
still surprised as to how the Outcast was able to enter his domain
because it was only accessible and to the knowledge of the Amnesty
4.
Before he could react, La Promesa suddenly had a wave of a hand and
Casadia's body exploded, splitting his liquid body everywhere
5. After what felt like forever, the law-enforcer came to, and the first thing he noticed was that he was now in solid form
6.
Casadia looked down to see a sort of glowing emblem that resembled two
blue roses glowing on his chest. It was the Old Magic, the one thing
that can remotely make him feel the way he used to be. How long has it
been since the last time he was solid? He couldn't even remember!
7.
Before he could ask the what-s, why-s and how-s, La Promesa lunged
forward to hug him tight. It sent almost a warm feeling in his heart to
be able to even physically feel that hug, as he had not been able to
feel this way in a long time
8. Casadia was shocked when La
Promesa held up the Autumn Ring. It was the Ring that was given to him
by a man he once knew, a man who had promised him his daughter that he
had fell in love with the day she was born, a man who entrusted his
daughter's life to him but he had failed because of his "loyalty"
towards the Amnesty that created him. The Ring that made him La Nouche's
betrothed
9. "How did you...?" He wanted to ask before he was
frozen in shock when he saw La Promesa bleeding from the head,
struggling with her begging eyes to pass him the Ring and a picture she
held onto dear. He knew immediately who she really was.
10.
Casadia watched helplessly as the Outcast exploded her brains out in
front of him. She was rendered mute after being turned to a droid, but
words need not to be said to know what was done to her, and what the
Amnesty had turned her into...A Secret-Keeper
11. Casadia looked
down at the horizon, his old cape he had fashioned out of the design of
the Red Riding Hood universe draped across his being, contemplating
about what had just happened
12. He looked at the picture that
was passed to him. It seems that at one point, La Nouche and La Promesa
used to be close, close enough for her to keep this picture till the
end. He always knew La Nouche always had a heart of gold and would treat
everyone right, even after the Amnesty cut her so deeply
13.
Casadia held the ring in front of his eyes, staring at it sadly. La
Promesa, the Outcast, the Secret-Keeper, sworn to the death to hide the
Autumn Ring from him. He thought it was lost during the attack from the
Anti-Yaoi and Anti-Yuri Brigades that killed the man and his beloved,
the parents of La Nouche, but it seems that the Amnesty had been keeping
this ring from him to prevent him from knowing his true destiny with La
Nouche, and to tie him down to his so-called duties to the cause and
blinded him from the pain they had caused his beloved
14. "If
this is how they repay loyalty, I shall not want," Casadia resolved as
he leapt from where he sat into the time-space continuum, from that very
moment severing his ties with the Amnesty as La Nouche did
"La Nouche, wait for me, I'm coming for you..."
More details about Casadia will be explained in later posts
Another installment of La Nouche~! Will be a little dark and angsty, so prepare some tissues.
We know this is not the end. Not entirely anyways
P/S: It's my first drawing Spawn, btw
I just felt like drawing a bit of angst for La Nouche, who had suffered through the sins of PFGS who ruined her life since the day she lost her parents
Nouche stumbled on a brick and almost fell face first onto the rubble if
it weren’t for her good reflexes. Quickly she gained composure and
walked on. She cursed inwardly. This place has really gone to the dogs,
or in this case, the prawns. She wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the
fact that she needed money.
And she needed it bad, because she was starving her head off.
She
fingered the disposable camera she was given to by one of the frat
boys. She was told to take some pictures of the prawns behaving in any
way that was unacceptable so that they can post it up in their blogs and
further spread their propaganda of urging the government to get rid of
these prawns once and for all. She was not one to take sides. She was
going to do this for the food money. Nothing else. Whatever those frat
boys want to do with the pictures was up to them. They could send it to
the president or to the head of MNU themselves if they want to. It was
none of her concern.
All she wanted was enough cash to feed her to get by.
She
snapped her first picture of the prawns fighting over a motorcycle
tire. The tire tore with their superhuman strength and both of them ran
away with their half, although she saw that one of the half was more
than the other. She had heard of them enjoying eating tires like humans
would with marshmallows, but she didn’t think she would see one up close
and personal.
She was confident no one could see her. Her small
stature and nimble limbs despite her being a 15-year-old teenager served
her well in moving around unnoticed. It worked pretty well when she
skulked around in restaurants and cafes to grab a morsel. This shouldn’t
be too hard.
She was on a roll. She took more pictures of the
prawns, like them peeing on some else’s shack, betting on their version
of chicken fights, arguing with the locals over food, grabbing any
random stray dogs or cats that wandered into the district and chowing
them down like they were the pick of the day and much more. Maybe after
this was all over, she could ask the frat boys to let her have a copy
set for keepsakes.
“What do we have here?”
Nouche
froze as she heard the clicking and monotone growls behind her. She
turned around warily to see a huge prawn glowering at her. Its
exoskeleton was painted in orange, and it was wearing a very torn-up
trench-coat, and, as all prawns did, the back of its head was labeled
with the familiar white brand of MNU.
“What are you doing here?” the prawn rumbled as it reached over to thread its claws through her almond locks. “Don’t you know it’s not safe here for small females like you?”
“G…Get away from me, prawn!” Nouche shouted as she picked up a random rock and threw it at its face. “Don’t touch me!”
“You will learn your place, little female!”
So
saying, it lunged forward towards her. Nouche let out a scream and made
a run for it, its claws barely nicking her. Her scream attracted the
other prawns, and soon it was an all-out predatory chase. Before she
knew it, there were about 5 prawns chasing after her, eager for blood.
She knew she had made the biggest mistake of her life whenever she was
faced with a prawn: attacking it. She shouldn’t have thrown the rock at
it. To do so was no different than behaving like MNU pointing guns at
them and showing hostility to them. Of course, for those big boys,
they’ve got the guns to protect themselves, but for her who was an
unarmed teenage civilian, attacking a prawn was suicide.
Suddenly
something leapt over her head and landed behind her. She turned around,
tripping as she went, to see that it was another prawn, with body
features slightly bigger than the others. It was not painted like the
most of the prawns, but it wore a sort of clothing all the same. It had
earth-coloured exoskeleton and yellow eyes, and wore a red vest fastened
with duct tape in place and a pair of yellow torn pants that looked
more like it was wrapped in strips around its pelvic and thighs rather
than worn properly. It let out something that sounded like a mixed
between a high-pitched shriek and a hiss, making the other prawns back
away a little.
“Get away from her! You know the rules! No harming the women and children!”
“She attacked first!” the orange prawn hissed. “She should be taught a lesson!”
“And
bring the MNU over to investigate us? We have enough troubles from them
as it is! Now go, before you stir up anymore chaos!”
The
orange prawn and its companions hissed at him in contempt before
leaving. Making sure that they were out of sight, the prawn that rescued
her turned around and held out a claw at her, offering to help her up.
“Are you alright?”
Nouche responded by kicking sand at its feet before high-tailing out of District 9.
–:–
Nouche
and the big prawn stared at each other for a moment at the dumpster
heap. She could tell from the surprised look in its eyes that it had not
expected her to return. She didn’t even expect she would either, but
she had to.
She owed him a favour.
“Here.”
The
prawn widened its eyes delightfully at the sight of the can she held out
to it. The delicacy of all delicacies and she was there, holding it out
to it at its face like it was the most invaluable thing in the world.
It looked at the can and back up at her again, not sure whether there
was a catch behind accepting this.
“C'mon, you want it or not?
It’s Friskies, for Christ’s sake,” Nouche grumbled as she opened the can
to let it smell the contents within. “I know you prawns love this
particular brand. I haven’t got all day.”
With that, the prawn
quickly snatched the can from her hand and poured the whole cat food
into its mouth, gobbling up the whole lot. Nouche grimaced. How could
they like cat food so much? It’s just a bunch of manufactured raw meat
that smells like it had been kept in a larder for three weeks. She heard
rumours from the locals of the prawns describing cat food as bitter,
salty and “oh, so good”, but to see one up close eating it like it was
caviar was just so…bizarre.
“Have you got anymore?” the prawn asked.
“Nope,” Nouche shook her head. “I could only get one. It’s not easy shoplifting from a supermarket nowadays, you know.”
“You…You stole this…for me?”
“Yeah, well, it’s not like I’m the richest lady in the world. I mean, look at me.”
“Why? Why would you do this for me?”
“Coz…”
Nouche hesitated for a while before blushing and looked away, “Coz you
saved me from those other prawns. I’m not good at keeping people in
debt, therefore we owe each other nothing now.”
The prawn stared at her in silence for a while before nodding.
“Thank you, young female.”
“Yeah, whatever. Don’t mention it.”
They
both exchanged looks for a while, not sure what else to say. Finally,
Nouche had enough of this staring contest. She got up, patted her pants
off the grime from the dumpster heap and waved wordlessly at the prawn
before turning her back at him and walked down the heap towards the
slightly torn fence that got her into District 9
–:–
Nouche
knocked at the door of the rundown shack. It wasn’t exactly any better
than the other shacks, but at least it looked bigger and more or less
livable. She could hear a bit of clattering before footsteps slowly
approached the door. She took a step back just in case the door opened
the other way.
“Who is it?” she heard the familiar voice
of the big prawn. It was deeper, richer and more mature than all the
other prawns around, and it sounded almost sophisticated, in a prawn-ish
sort of way. She cleared her throat and made a clattering sound from
the plastic bag she was carrying.
“I got more cat food for you.”
The
door opened almost immediately, revealing the prawn in his usual attire
of red vest with duct tape and yellow pants strips. She could’ve sworn
those eyes were smiling as it approached her in an almost gleeful way.
“It’s
not much, but I managed to swipe these from some of those local guys
who were selling meat to your other prawn friends, and some of them I
swiped them from supermarkets and convenient stores. I know how much you
like Friskies.”
She handed the plastic bag to the prawn, in
which it took it from her almost immediately. It wanted to shove one
whole can into its mouth and chomp it down but she stopped him.
“Hey,
hey, hey, easy there, tiger. I didn’t go through all that trouble
getting cat food for you so that you can swallow it all in one gulp.
Leave some room for the rest, OK?”
It considered for a while
before taking the can out of its mouth and handed it to her. She took it
from it, wiped its drool off on its vest before opening the can and
returned it to it again.
“There. Take it easy. Savour the food.
Eat it one by one and let the taste linger in your mouth. You’ll enjoy
it more, trust me.”
The prawn looked at her skeptically before
doing as she advised. It fished out one claw-ful of cat food and put it
in its mouth, chewing it slowly. Sure enough, its eyes were ecstatic at
the taste and she could swear she heard the prawn letting out trills of
pleasure as it sat down and continued to eat. At least now, instead of
gobbling it up in seconds, it took the prawn roughly 10 minutes to
finish the cat food and was aiming for seconds.
“How can you guys
eat this stuff?” Nouche asked, grimacing as she sat opposite the prawn.
“This stuff is for cats, you know that, right?”
“Then you humans must treat felines very well here.”
“Well, those who can afford it, yeah, they do. But for people like me, we can barely feed ourselves, let alone a cat.”
The
prawn finished his second can and Nouche thought it was going for
thirds, but surprisingly, it picked up the plastic bag of cat food and
took it inside its shack. She heard shuffling about, like it was trying
to put away something before coming out again and sat at the same spot
opposite her.
“I’m saving those for later. I’m taking your advice on savouring things.”
“Good, at least someone’s paying attention.”
“Why do you help me so? Why risk yourself to the authorities just to get me those?”
Nouche had been asking herself the same question as well.
“I dunno,” she shrugged. “I guess…I guess I just wanted to see you, is all.”
“Why? I thought you hate our kind.”
“I thought that as well, but…I guess I thought wrong.”
They sat facing each other in comfortable silence for about 15 minutes or so before the prawn finally spoke.
“What is your name?”
“Huh?”
Nouche broke out of her reverie before replying, “Oh, uh, my name’s
Nouche. It means ‘Night’ in Spanish. Don’t ask me why I have that name.
It’s been part of me forever.”
“I cannot pronounce your name, unfortunately, but is it OK if I call you Night?”
“Same difference,” Nouche shrugged. “What’s your name?”
“It’s something you cannot pronounce either,” the prawn said sadly, “but MNU gave me a human name.”
She
looked as it scrawled with its claws its name on the dirt. It wasn’t in
the best of writings, but it still amazed her that it can write in
human language.
“Christopher Johnson? That’s your name they gave
you? Christopher Johnson? I would expect that name for an Englishman or
something, but for you?”
“I don’t like it either, but this is the only way you humans can identify with me.”
She
could tell from the tone of his-no longer an 'it’, since she knew he
had a name-voice that he really didn’t like being given a human name.
She could more or less relate to that. Being forced to live in a place
so foreign to your kind is bad enough. To adopt a name that wasn’t even
yours to begin with was just literally stripping you off your own
identity.
“I guess I could learn to like it…if you would, Christopher.”
Christopher
looked at her in mild surprise, but then his eyes softened into a
prawn-like smile, making her feel surprisingly comfortable.
This was the first prawn friend she had ever made in District 9.
–:–
Nouche
sat on a flat tire, watching as Christopher went about the dumpster
heap all crouched and bent, looking through the pile of scraps and metal
as if searching for something important.
“What exactly is it are
you looking for, Christopher?” she asked, the question nagging at her
mind since she first saw him do that.
“Just things,” Christopher replied, picking up a mangled up cassette tape and shook his head, throwing it away.
“I doubt someone who comes to the dumpster heap everyday would be looking for 'just things’.”
Christopher
ignored her. He continued to look around the area, picking things up
and examining them before shaking his head and throwing them aside.
Nouche noticed that he was looking for things of metallic nature, or
anything that looked like some sort of electronic gadget or gizmos. Her
eyes scanned around the heap and caught sight of something that didn’t
look like any regular household or electrical appliance anyone had ever
seen. She got off the tire and walked towards it, bending down to pick
it up. She saw that it looked slightly opaque in shape, yet a little
longish and slim in size, like it was something you would put inside a
battery case. She smirked and picked up a scrunched up chocolate wrapper
and threw it at Christopher’s head.
“Hey, Christopher,” she giggled as she caught the prawn’s attention. “Looking for this?”
“How did you…?” Christopher was genuinely surprised at her beginner’s luck. “Give it to me!”
“Not until you tell me what you are going to do with it.”
“This does not concern you, Night. Give it to me!”
“No.”
Christopher
let out an angered hiss and jumped up at her, making her fall back to
the ground and knocking the wind out of her. He pinned her arms down and
almost sat on her, his face very close to hers as he made a sound that
was like a mixture of a growl and a series of clicking, seemingly
demanding to be given the item that she found. Time seemed to stand
still for a moment as their eyes met, yellow against crystal blue, none
of them making a move as they stared at each other with mixed emotions.
Christopher didn’t even try to take the gadget from Nouche’s hand, which
was just inches away from his claw that pinned down her arm. They just
stayed there, staring at each other as if they had just met for the
first time.
“You’re planning to leave, aren’t you?”
Christopher was brought back from his reverie, but he didn’t reply her question.
“This gadget here,” Nouche gripped tight at the thing she found, “is your key to going home…isn’t it?”
“Don’t ask what does not concern you, Night.”
Christopher
finally reached over and snatched the gadget from her hand. Nouche
could feel the tentacles on his mouth brushing against her face and back
again as he leaned forward and back to take it from her. He finally got
onto his feet and stashed the gadget under his armpit, but he didn’t
leave with it immediately. He just stood there, watching as Nouche
herself tried to get back on her feet.
“What are you going to do with that thing?” Nouche asked as she pat herself off the dirt and grime.
“I cannot tell you,” Christopher replied, looking away slightly.
“Why not?”
“Because…”
“Because…?” Nouche probed, moving a little closer to him.
“Because I still…don’t trust you.”
Nouche frowned at that remark.
“Is it because I’m human? That’s why you don’t trust me?”
Christopher didn’t reply, but she could tell from his eyes that he had confirmed her questions.
“Fine, be that way, you stupid prawn! And I thought you were my friend!”
She turned around and stomped away, vowing never again to return to District 9.
–:–
Nouche
crept into the shack as quietly as she could. She took off her torn up
shoes and held onto them as she walked barefoot along the dusty floor,
being careful not to step on anything that might cause her to have a
bloody Tetanus shot that she couldn’t afford.
She stepped on
something that felt like fabric. She looked down and saw that it was an
old piece of cloth that looked like it used to be one of those leather
camping tent scouts use during outings. It was slightly strewn aside,
revealing a huge trapdoor underneath. She was tempted to open it, to see
what was down there, to see what secrets Christopher was hiding.
So she did.
The
trapdoor hissed as she opened it, almost like it was under airtight
lock. As she slid it open, she could see that there were stairs leading
down to it. It was almost exciting just to see it. She felt almost like
Nancy Drew cracking a case no other, not even the police, can.
Cautiously, she turned around and started moving her way downwards, her
heart thumped in anticipation at what she would find down there.
That
was when she felt a tight grip at her ankle and being pulled down
harshly onto the concrete floor. She let out a yell, feeling as if her
bones had been broken by the hard fall. Before she could get up to see
if anything was really fractured, she was harshly turned around onto her
back and a foot rammed onto her middle, making her choke in her breath.
“Night?!”
“Chr…Christopher?! What the hell…get your foot off me, prawn!!”
Christopher
quickly lifted his foot of Nouche’s middle, putting down the huge
spanner he was holding to his side. Nouche saw that as she coughed and
got back up on her feet.
“Were you going to hit me with that?!”
“I…I thought you were MNU.”
“That’ll
be the day,” Nouche rolled her eyes, then looked around the place that
had a rather eerily glow of blue around it. “Wh…What is this place?”
“It’s nothing,” Christopher huffed as he turned his back at her, picking back the spanner and started tightening some screws on the side.
“You call this nothing?? This looks like a bloody spaceship to me! Were you hiding this under here all along?!”
“You’ve seen too much. Go back to wherever you came from.”
“No
friggin’ way! Not after I’ve seen all this! I was right, wasn’t I? You
are planning to leave this place, aren’t you? That’s what the dumpster
heap hunt is all about: you want to look for spare parts to fix your
ship so that you can just go home and dump all the other prawns here for
us to clean up, is that what this is all about?!”
Christopher
continued to work in silence for a while, ignoring Nouche’s glare that
felt like she was shooting invisible darts onto his back to make him
look at her. Finally, he let out a sigh and turned around to face her.
“Why did you come here? I thought you had gone for good.”
Nouche
felt like the cat got her tongue for a moment there before scratching a
non-existent itch on her shoulder, a blush rushing across her face.
“I just…wanted to see you again…I dunno why but…I just keep having the urge to…Even though I made up my mind not to, I still…”
Christopher walked up to her and knelt at her eye-level.
“Can I trust you with this then?”
“Well…it’s not like I’ve got anybody to tell…”
“We’ll talk over cat food.”
Nouche laughed as she waited for Christopher to come back down with two cans of cat food, Friskies brand, of course.
This was the first and only secret she had ever kept in District 9.
–:–
Nouche
sat in the spaceship, helping Christopher to pass him his tools as he
fixed his ship. Christopher had told her everything and even revealed
her his friend, a prawn painted in yellow, who had also been helping him
out to look for alien spare parts to gather the fuel to power this
underground ship. Initially the friend-Thomas Tyrone was his name-did
not trust her and had vehemently urged Christopher to take her out and
throw her to Obesandjo, the famous Nigerian warlord of the district, but
Christopher defended her, proving to him that she had not brought any
MNU personnel or the army troops guarding outside the district to raid
their place. She and Thomas soon made a sort of grudging friendship, in
which they were more or less civilized to each other, and every day,
Nouche would come in to help them look for alien spare parts to gather
their much needed fuel and witnessed how they extracted it into their
little alien canister.
Although today, something was a quite different.
“Where is Thomas? I haven’t seen him all day,” Nouche asked.
Christopher didn’t reply as he clicked onto a virtual keyboard on the screen to detect any faults of the spaceship.
“Well,
aren’t you articulate today?” Nouche sneered sarcastically. When
Christopher didn’t reply her again, she picked up a screw and threw it
at his head. It always worked to get his attention, although his way of
showing it varies.
“Why do you insist on throwing things at my head?”
“Because you’re a knucklehead?”
“Just go home. Go back to wherever you came from and leave me alone to my thoughts.”
“Fine!”
Nouche snapped as she stood up abruptly. “Just so you know, I don’t
have a home to go to and wherever I came from is in the streets, so
yeah, thanks a lot!”
She was about to stomp off and climb up the stairs out of the trapdoor when she felt a claw holding her back.
“You mean…you’re homeless?”
“Yeah,” Nouche replied, jerking his claw away from her and not looking at him. “Is that a crime?”
“But…why? I thought…”
“You
thought only you prawns live in the slums?” Nouche turned to face him.
“You think you’re the only one who has to scrounge for food and sleep in
the cold, in the rain or in the heat? You think you’re the only one who
has to starve for days at end and have to beg, borrow and steal your
way for a living? Well, think again, prawn, coz you’re not the only
sorry ass around this neighbourhood!”
Nouche huffed as she leaned
against the wall, slumping to the floor and laid her head on her knees.
Christopher looked at her awkwardly for a minute or two before kneeling
beside her, putting a claw on her shoulder.
“Don’t cry, Night.”
“I’m not crying, so bugger off.”
“Why are you on the streets? Why do you not have a house with a family?”
“Long
story,” Nouche replied. “But the gist of it was that I didn’t want to
be married to someone I’ve never met. My parents were not ones to
believe in marrying someone you truly love, so I took whatever I had and
ran off. I avoided them long enough to forget about me and I’ve been
living in the streets ever since. You’d think that being not exactly a
native here, you would follow your own set of culture and your own set
of rules, but no~! You had to have a family who wanted to fit in so much
that they are willing to adopt this country’s culture of arranged
marriages, like we’re still in the friggin’ '30s!”
“You humans have strange customs,” Christopher sounded like he was chuckling, in which Nouche rolled her eyes.
“Tell me about it.”
They sat again side by side in comfortable silence before Christopher finally broke the ice.
“I told my friend not to come.”
“You…You did?” Nouche looked up at him, surprised. “Why?”
“When…When was the last time you had your menstruation cycle?”
“You don’t ask a girl that, you ass!” Nouche almost screamed as she punched Christopher on the shoulder.
“Sorry, but…it’s just that…”
“Why do you ask anyway?”
“Well…it’s just…your…your pheromones…”
“My what?”
“Your scent. You are in human heat. If I hadn’t told my friend not to come, he would've…attacked you.”
“O…Oh,” Nouche blushed as she scooted a little further away from Christopher. “Is…that why you didn’t talk to me all day?”
Christopher nodded, “I was afraid if I talked to you I might…lose control of myself.”
Again, a long silence ensued before Nouche slowly inched her hand closer to Christopher until it touched his elbow.
“I'm…OK if you…lost control…”
Christopher turned to her in surprise, only to see Nouche blushing like she just had chili for dinner.
“Are you…sure about it?”
“I know it sounds sick and wrong, but…if it is you…I guess I'm…OK with it.”
“You know that if you let this happen, there is no turning back,”
Christopher said as he crawled closer towards her. She could hear soft
trills coming out of his throat and his eyes were looking at her in a
gentle manner, as if giving her a chance to have second thoughts. She
stood her ground, allowing him to push her down gently to the cold
concrete floor.
“Yes, Christopher, I know.”
That night, she had lost her virginity to a prawn in District 9.
–:–
Nouche
stared wide-eyed in disbelief at both Christopher and Thomas as they
told her the news. She knew the chance of it happening was possible, but
she didn’t think it would actually happen in one shot. She was having
the tell-tale signs but she didn’t want to believe it until the two
prawns had the answer screaming at her face.
She was pregnant.
“How could you be so foolish to have done it with a human? Have you completely lost your mind?!” Thomas scolded Christopher, shoving him harshly. Christopher retaliated.
“It was in the heat of the moment! She was in heat, and she accepted my advances!”
“Is that why you shunned me that time? Because you wanted to get down and dirty with a filthy human?!”
“She is not filthy! Don’t you dare say something like that to my mate!”
“Your mate?! Since when was she your mate?!”
“Since…”
“Hey,
hey, hey, HEY!!” Nouche shouted as she threw cat food cans at both
their heads to stop them bickering. “Will you please stop talking as if
I’m not here?!”
“Sorry, Night,” Christopher held her close. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Is
it possible for an abortion?” Nouche asked, although she hated that
term. She had always found people stupid and cruel to kill an unborn
child, but now that she was in their shoes, she didn’t think that
thought actually crossed her mind. She felt very hypocritical right now.
“You are with egg, and that means you will have foreign body fluids within your womb than a regular human pregnancy,” Thomas replied. “It’s
not exactly a fetus you can simply remove, female. You let them remove
the egg from you and they will recognize it straight away it is not a
human child. They will give you a one-way ticket to MNU, that’s for
sure.”
“But…But don’t you guys have, like, alien machinery to help me get rid of it?”
“We abhor the thought of killing little ones,” Christopher replied with a hint of contempt. “They are the continuation of our genes, our bloodline, our legacy. We will not terminate our own flesh and blood.”
“Then why aren’t you stopping me?”
“Because
as joyous as this occasion may be to me, you are the one carrying the
child and I am a little fearful of the outcome. I don’t want anything
bad to happen to you, Night, especially with this uncertain pregnancy of
yours. If you really wish to be rid of it, I will support you through
this.”
Nouche sat down, her hand unconsciously placed onto
her middle. This was serious. She was carrying a prawn’s egg. She had to
get rid of it. But if she did, what if Thomas was right? What if the
doctors scanned her and find out that it wasn’t a human child, but a
prawn child? She would probably end up being taken away into MNU and
kept in a holding cell and being experimented on until the day she gives
birth. They would probably take the child away and arrest Christopher,
and that would make the prawns’ reputation even worse than it already
was. And maybe they would either make her go through it again or have
her killed to silence her.
But if she kept the child, what if it
goes wrong? What if something rubs off and makes her worse for wear?
What if she gets killed in the gestation process, like all those creepy
alien movies do where people who get impregnated by aliens met a
gruesome end? Even if she survived the gestation process, how would she
even get it out? She had stolen a peek once at the breeding shack where
they kept all the prawn eggs-and it stank like hell-and she had seen the
size of the eggs. When they did it that fateful night, she had
witnessed the size of Christopher’s well endowed member, but that could
not compare to the eggs which looked like they were probably descended
from dinosaur eggs. How was she ever going to get it out through her
human-sized…Nouche shook her head slightly at the thought of it.
“Well, female?” Thomas looked at her questioningly. “What is your decision?”
Nouche
turned to Christopher. She could tell that he didn’t want her to abort
it, but still respected her decision and cared for her wellbeing in this
matter, and looked almost resigned to whatever choice Nouche decided to
make on what to do with the child she was carrying.
Maybe…Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, it is Christopher’s child…
“Night?” Christopher’s voice brought her back to reality. His voice was all she needed.
That day, she decided the rest of her life in District 9.
–:–
Nouche grimaced as she looked into the can of cat food Christopher offered her. Christopher nudged the can and patted her head.
“Go on,” Christopher encouraged. “You need to satisfy your craving, and the child needs to eat.”
Nouche
thought back of the 5 months she had stayed in this hut while she was
pregnant with Christopher’s little prawn. She was urged not to stray out
of the shack for fear of people, especially the MNU and the warlord
gang, seeing her in that condition. Whenever the MNU helicopter passed
by, she was told to stay inside. Whenever the army troops were about the
area, she was told to hide in the spaceship and stay out of sight.
Whenever her clothes got too tight, Christopher would search through the
dumpster or raided the trash to find anything that could be patched
together into a maternity dress for her. Whenever she was hungry or
craved for something, which was quite often, Christopher would steal
food for her by skulking around at night at restaurant and café kitchens
or their trash for anything still edible. Whenever she felt the cramps
on her belly as she felt it grow, Christopher would hold her close and
trilled at her ear, rocking her to and fro to ease her discomfort. And
now, when she suddenly had a craving for cat food, Christopher spent his
last human dollars to buy a dozen of them, even though he could’ve
spent that on feeding himself.
“I still don’t get how you can eat
this,” Nouche said as she fished out a piece of cat food from the can,
looking at it incredulously.
“Trust me, you might like it. C'mon, our child awaits your feeding.”
Nouche
closed her eyes tight and stuffed the piece into her mouth. As she
chewed it, she could really taste the bitter saltiness of the
manufactured raw meat, but somehow, surprisingly even to her, it
actually tasted kind of good. In fact, the more she ate, the more
delicious it tasted. Soon she was gobbling down the whole lot and asking
for seconds, in which Christopher laughed in his own prawn-ish way and
gave it to her.
“Now who is the one not savouring their food?”
“Shut
up,” Nouche scolded, but laughed at the same time as she ate slower
this time. She felt Christopher’s huge claws on her belly and could hear
him trill lovingly.
“Soon our little child will be born. He will be as beautiful as you are.”
“From
what I learnt back in school about biology, it’s mostly likely to look
like you. How do you know it is a he? It could be a she, you know.”
“Technically we are all hermaphrodites, but our anatomy are leaning more towards male. Why do you think we still can procreate?”
“Good point,” Nouche chuckled as she remembered not seeing any female prawns around. “So…when will the kid be born?”
“Our
gestation period is about 5 and a half months, which is 3 and a half
months less than you humans. But I’m not sure which side of the
gestation you are leaning more to.”
“So it could mean either any day now or 3 and a half months later.”
“Yes.”
As
Nouche finished her cat food, she leaned against Christopher and traced
her finger along his exoskeleton, while Christopher stroke her almond
hair, letting her hear his calming trills escaping his throat.
“Once you have the spaceship fixed…will you take me with you? To your home planet?”
“Yes, of course. I will take you and our child far away from here. And together, we will spend the rest of our lives together.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Nouche smiled, knowing that she was truly loved in District 9.
–:–
Nouche
breathed long and hard, tears flowing freely out of her crystal blue
eyes as she held onto Christopher’s waist for support. She was told that
giving birth in a kneeling position was the best way due to gravity,
but she wasn’t told how painful it still would be.
“Oow~!! Fuck,
fuck, FUCK~!!!” Nouche screamed as she tightened her hold on
Christopher, leaning her head against his chest as she felt another
contraction hitting her.
“I’m here, Night. I’m right here, don’t worry,”
Christopher coaxed as he tried to adjust the rags on Nouche’s knees to
prevent her from chafing them on the cold concrete floor.
“IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS TO ME! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!”
“Hush, hush, Night. They will hear you. Please, Night, you don’t hate me. You can do this.”
Nouche
sobbed as she pushed down as hard as she could along with the
contractions. She could feel the egg coming down, but she had no time to
worry about how it was going to come out. All she knew was to obey her
motherly instincts to push it out.
“You’re doing good, Night. You’re doing very good.”
Nouche
gripped harder as she pushed down with all her might. The egg was
slowly inching its way out of her and it stung her a little. Before the
birth pangs began, Christopher had used a blade to cut her a little to
help ease the birth once it started. She was cursing and swearing at him
at first, but now as she felt the egg starting to emerge bit by bit
between her legs, she felt almost relieved that Christopher did that.
“It’s coming out nicely, Night. Keep going.”
Nouche
shook her head, tossing it from side to side as she tried for the
umpteenth time to push the egg out. She felt Christopher’s claws wiping
her tears and sweat away, and the tentacles on his mouth brushing her
forehead, his way of giving her a kiss.
“You can do it, Night. I’m right here.”
Nouche
could feel more of the egg coming down, and it was excruciating. She
let loose scream after scream as she continued to bear down.
“Just a little bit more, Night. It’s OK. You’re almost there.”
Suddenly
Nouche felt as if her body was burning up, like there were invisible
flames burning from within herself. She fell forward and started
vomiting black stuff, more of them coming out of her nose and ears. Her
whole body slumped against Christopher, convulsing and foaming more
black stuff out of her mouth as if she was having an epileptic seizure.
“Night? Night! Stay with me, Night! Stay with me!”
Christopher
lay Nouche down and pressed her belly to help her push the egg out. It
wasn’t easy, what with her twitching in heavy spasms and black stuff
coming out from her every facial orifice, including her eyes that made
her look like she was crying black tears, but after a little maneuvering
and pressing, the egg finally slid out of her along with the black
birth fluid mixed with her blood. As soon as the egg was out, her body
twisted and convulsed even worse, and she was bleeding profusely between
her legs, black mixed with crimson red, staining the whole floor she
was lying on with it.
“Night! Night, please stay with me! Night!”
After
what felt like forever, she finally slowed down to a stop, but
Christopher could tell from her shallow breathing that she was not going
to last long.
“Wh…What's…ha…happening…to…to me…?” Nouche asked,
her voice barely a whisper as it gurgled through the black stuff she was
vomiting out.
“I…I don’t know,” Christopher replied in a choked voice. “I don’t understand…It’s like your body is rejecting itself…”
“C…Can I see him…? Can I…see our baby…?”
Christopher,
with his long body, reached over to carry the egg and put it in
Nouche’s arms. She instinctively cradled it like a mother would to a
newborn. Christopher supported her and lay her head on his lap as he
looked at the egg as well. It was a size smaller than the regular prawn
eggs they kept in the breeding shack, but it still looked like the most
beautiful thing in the world.
“Oh…how I wish…I could see him hatch…” Nouche lamented, coughing more black stuff and staining Christopher’s lap.
“I don’t understand this, you were fine throughout your gestation, why…? Why is this happening…?”
“I…I guess…it shouldn't…come as a surprise…I…kinda expected that…”
“Please…” Christopher pleaded as he held her close. “Please don’t leave me…We were going to leave this planet together…Please don’t go without me…”
“There,
there…” Nouche replied as she put a trembling hand on Christopher’s
face, caressing it as tenderly as her strength would allow it. “It’s
OK…It’s OK…”
“Please…This is not fair…”
“Oliver…”
“What?” Christopher looked into her crystal blue eyes, which was fading fast.
“Oliver…”
Nouche repeated, her voice-and her breathing-getting fainter and
fainter. “When…he is…hatched…I want you…to name him…Oliver…like…like my
favourite…children’s book character…”
“Hush, Night. Don’t talk. Just rest. I’m sure once you rest, your body will realign itself and you’ll be all better…”
“Promise me, Christopher…Promise me…you’ll take our son…out of this place…”
“I promise, Night. I promise. Now, please rest…”
“I…love you…Chris…”
That night, as the rain drummed and wind howled at Christopher’s shack, Nouche died within the bowels of District 9.
–:–
Christopher
laid flowers on the headstone of Nouche’s grave, cradling his son
Oliver in his other arm. He knelt down to allow Oliver to imitate him,
putting more flowers onto the headstone.
There was no proper
burial for Nouche, not the way the humans usually do, anyway. She was
taken out of District 9 as far as he could get to one of the many
cemeteries of Johannesburg and, with his powerful arms and claws, and a
little help from Thomas, he dug a hole big and deep enough to fit Nouche
in. Of course, he made sure that she was buried somewhere away from the
other graves where no one would see. He had carefully laid her into the
hole, dressing her up nicely with clean clothes he stole from someone’s
laundry and placed a can of cat food in her arms, symbolizing the item
that started their relationship. After burying her and sang the Ancient
Song of the Past, he and Thomas quickly left before they were
discovered.
The next time he returned, he had with him a small
headstone he had carved using his tools. It was written in prawn
language, but in human language, it would be read as NIGHT, LOVING MATE
AND MOTHER. Again, he had to sneak out of District 9 in the dead of the
night to embed this headstone at the head of the grave. There, he wept
for the first time in many years since he and his kind landed in this
planet, pouring his heart and soul over her grave before reluctantly
leaving at the break of dawn.
Christopher refused to use the
breeding shack like everyone else. Throughout the incubation and
hatching period, he had grounded all his work to a halt to tend solely
on the egg. He never left it out of his sight unless he needed more
cattle to feed the egg or whenever he went to work to earn enough human
dollars to pay for the cattle for his son. After weeks of dedicated
tender loving care, his son soon hatched out of the egg, squealing as he
took in his first breath. He looked exactly like Christopher, but he
had a darker shade of his mother’s eyes, a perfect memento of his mate
that he loved so much. And when his son was registered into MNU, he
insisted on giving his son the name Oliver instead of letting the MNU
personnel assign him one, just as Nouche requested.
“Was Mother really human?” Oliver asked as he cuddled against his father, in which Christopher patted his head.
“Yes, little one. As much as you are of our kind, you are also part of them. Remember that.”
“Are we bringing Mother along to our home planet when we leave here, Father?”
“I will try if I can, but in truth, she belongs to her people. But I did promise her that I will take you away with me.”
“When will we go home, Father?”
“Patience, son. Soon we will be. Soon.”
After
planting a kiss on the headstone, Christopher held his son Oliver
close, making sure that no one was around before making their way back
into District 9.
***************************
This comic sequence is inspired by one of the scenes from Rivalry by The-Blackcat
As I mentioned before, because La Nouche is in her original form, the world around is incompatible, thus the black and white, and if anyone from that universe sees her, they’ll see her as black and white as well, which would look kinda odd.
The reason why Supernova is in colour now is because his physiology is half of La Nouche’s world, and if he gets in contact with her or anything from her world, he would automatically become compatible with them.
It took a while, but I guess instincts made little Nova recognize his mother even though she was in her original form
The following comic sequence is inspired by Cabbage Patch by The-Blackcat
Yeah, Jet Headstrong doesn’t like La Nouche/Soundwave apparently, and Toolbox has some self-image issues.
Don’t ask me how they were able to procreate! They’re mutants! Use your imagination! LOL
In the final page, because La Nouche has
reverted to her original self, her physique is not compatible with this
universe, thus to her eyes, the world looks black and white, and vice
versa for anyone in this universe to see her
Now I feel like crying…
This drawing was inspired by Ferngully and also a scene from Iron Gibbet’s comic Requiem Mask.
Somehow the PFGS has found where she was through her crime of breaking the Ultimate Rule.
Casadia is almost like a sort of law-keeper of the PFGS,
in which when a matchmaker breaks the rules, he will come to clean
things up, and in this case, his services applies. He had been around
since the dawn of the PFGS, thus his almost classical way of talking.
The “Outer Limits” he mentioned means the outside world, the reality
I guess it’s understandable if you think in her shoes:
You are a matchmaker. You go into different worlds to match-make people. You’re supposed to do your job and disappear as if you never existed. Then you go fall in love with someone, a main character in fact, and decide you want to be with them. Then you have a kid with them. Suddenly you find out your child and your relationship with that someone is going to disrupt the flow of the original universe in which the reality has created. Almost like the same theory of time-travel and the butterfly effect.
What will she do about it?
LOL~! XD I just can’t help laughing when I drew this.
Poor Buzzsaw Girl. She will be traumatized for life
Ah… Love…
Don’t ask me why of all people she chose Toolbox. She’s got odd tastes of men
Valentine's Day was happening in Dynatron City and La Nouche is feeling
the loneliness because her life has always been matchmaking people and
no time for herself (plus her heartbreak a long time ago with Tack when
she was in the "The Thief and The Cobbler" universe).
Until Toolbox broke the ice.
I guess you don't have to be a stuck up to be a genius
From what I learnt from the short-lived Marvel comics of DoDC, Toolbox
(who is my personal fav char out of the team) is a genius and always
liked to tinker with experiments and stuff.
La Nouche/Soundwave
has figured out an equation that took him forever to get it in an
instant. And somehow his heart was smitten by her smarts
Don’t ask me what the equations are. I don’t even know. I just bloody write them for no reason
Here's La Nouche as her Defenders of Dynatron City alter ego Soundwave, with the power to manipulate sound using her voice.
She's
not pairing anyone in this universe, due to the fact that in the real
world, no one remembers this universe and thus being listed in the
Fangirl Amnesty as "Extinct", but she is here to run away and hide out
from the Amnesty who had forsaken and killed her parents, hoping that
this time, they can't find her for good.
Yes. I drew The Defenders of Dynatron City. Yes, not my best work, but still.
If no one remembers Defenders of Dynatron City, go here to read about it. It was my ultimate fav, and I was hoping for it to be a series, but it ended up as a one-shot deal because no one seems to know quality cartoon when they see one.
Anywho, in this case, despite being forgotten as a one-shot, Dynatron City still have a life of its own and The Defenders continue to fight crime regardless of the outside world not knowing their existence were unnecessary anymore, and it served a good world for La Nouche to escape from.
Despite the fact that La Nouche has returned to serving the PFGS, she still continues to find ways to run away and disappear from them because of her still long-running grudge against them for being the cause of killing her parents.
As she walked along the road back in the real world after satisfying another fangirl pairing, she saw a poster in a deserted area that displayed a very long, very forgotten one-shot world.
Since it was listed as “Extinct” by the PFGS database, she thought, “Why not?”
La Nouche, who had fallen in love with Tack while hiding in The Thief
and The Cobbler universe from the PFGS, had not seen Tack for
a long while and wondered where had he been, not knowing the adventures
he had been through.
When King Nod made the announcement of his
daughter Princess Yum Yum’s marriage, she was of course curious like
all other citizens to find out who the groom was. When she found out
that the groom was her love, she was heartbroken, and came to the
realization that her love had been one-sided all along.
Stripping herself off her disguise, she ran away tearfully from the universe, never looking back ever again…
This is based on The Thief and The Cobbler universe where La Nouche,
while in hiding away from the PFGS, landed in that universe
(in the timeline where Tack had not met Princess Yum Yum or the thief)
to take a break and posed as a seamstress with a shop just beside
Tack’s, and both of them became fast friends, and for La Nouche,
something more
I hope I did a good job of drawing Tack…in my own way, that is ^^;;
Aaiiee~! Tack is like the cutest char ever~!!
After reading journals from ZADR Club and PK and CAPQ La Nouche decided to join in the ZADR Crusade war against the Anti-ZADR group.
Basically based this journal here years ago
This is La Nouche’s details for the war:
Name: La Nouche
