(SirJianTess)
Faust was a terrible doctor. Although that was a relative understatement in the world of medicine. He was one of the most incompetent, lackluster and altogether worthless medical practicioner to ever set foot on the planet. His days were always spent inventing different kinds of tonics and serums he could, one day hope to cure his patients with. Unfortunately, almost all...wait...make that ALL of his creations turned out to be harmful poisons. That didn't help the fact that, not once during his life, had he ever cured a patient...
One day, Faust was piddling around in his disastrous, dark laboratory, pouring potions into potions and watching the explosions that resulted.
"WOW! I thought that was supposed to cure Skin Cancer!"
Suddenly, an ominous presence materialized behind the hunchbacked doctor. With the dexterity and agility of a Quasimodo-esque invalid, he flipped around and faced the intruder.
"Who...?"
The man was clad in a gray cloak that consumed his figure from head to toe. His face was covered in shadow by the massive hood that covered his entire head.
"DR. FAUST!" The man roared in a deep, bass thundering voice.
Faust squirmed and quickly reached for his cane in defense.
"Stay back!"
"DO NOT BE AFRAID."
"Are you the devil?"
"NO."
"Are you an angel?"
"NO."
"Then what are you!?"
"I am the individual who will elevate you to fame and fortune!"
"Uh...?"
The man advanced upon Faust, who stayed his hand. The cloaked figure fumbled around in his pockets.
"YOU ARE DISHHEARTENED BECAUSE YOUR MEDICAL SKILLS ARE USELESS. NOT ONCE HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ABLE TO PROVE YOURSELF A COMPETENT DOCTOR..."
"No..."
"...OR EVEN A PROPER ALCHEMIST!"
He removed a small red vial from the pocket of his cloak.
"THAT'S ALL ABOUT TO CHANGE."
"What's that...?" The demented doctor inquired in fear.
"A STRENGTH TONIC."
He handed the item to Faust.
"CHOOSE WHICH GEAR YOU BELIEVE IS THE STRONGEST, AND THEN GIVE THEM THIS POTION. IT WILL INCREASE HIS INTERNAL STRENGTH BY TEN-FOLD!"
"HIM!? What about a female Gear?"
"FOOL!!!" The cloaked roared. A furious wind swept through the lab, knocking over all of Faust's beakers, designs, and test-tubes!
"NEVER GIVE THIS POTION TO A WOMAN!"
And with that last phrase, the man was gone.
Faust eyed the potion eagerly. Indeed, simple-minded and selfish, he wouldn't pass up on the chance to become one of the sought-after doctors on the planet.
"Oh boy! The strongest Gear...I know who that is!"
Thus, Faust set off on a quest to find Sol Badguy.
Setting out into the mountains, the doctor ran into some very unusual locations. Although he used the countryside road to avoid the cities, the night life was just as rugged out in these abandoned locations.
"Golly! Where's a good place to find some dinner?"
The sparkling lights of a small place in the distance caught his attention. Indeed, in a relatively abandoned part of the small town he was traversing, there was a Chinese restaurant.
"Oh boy!" He ran as fast as his long legs could carry him. Upon entering the facility, he noticed that it was packed beyond comprehension. Most of the patrons were hulking men, and many of them were engaged in fierce bar brawls. One ruffian was at the side arguing with a hairy lad. The man removed a knife from his pocket and struck at his opponent with a fierce disemboweling strike.
Suddenly, a flash of flesh sprang up between the two. Both men were belted by an unseen force. While they collapsed to the ground, a young woman stood over their crippled figures.
"No more fighting, you two! I just had this place cleaned up from the last massacre!"
"It was his fault!" The ruffian with the knife yelled, but the young maiden with long, brown hair ignored his pleadings and kicked the knife out of his hand.
"Stop it! Both of you! Leave my restaurant immediately!"
The two muscle-bound ruffians gathered their stomachs and ran from the vicinity as fast as they could. Faust eagerly watched the woman who had sent them packing. She was a young gal of about 17, with the most finely honed legs he could ever have envisioned. They were fierce and intimidating, yet they were so feminine and delicate. She was cute and enticing beyond belief.
Faust fell in love at first sight...
"HEY JAM! SOME MORE SAKE OVER HERE!"
"Brian! Would you stop holding that fellow in an arm lock?"
"If you give me some Sake..."
"If you don't, I'll send you out myself!"
"You and what army?"
She raised her leg in preparation.
"Try me..."
Suddenly, the whole restaurant was in an uproar. Men from every table jumped up in frustration and began yelling wildly at Jam.
"LET HIM KEEP THE GUY IN AN ARMLOCK!"
"WE WANT TO SEE HIM SQUIRM! I WONDER HOW HE'LL BREAK IT!"
"WE PAY FOR THE FOOD, WE PAY FOR THE SIGHTS TOO, MISSY!"
Jam sighed at the mob turned against her. She could easily deal with 2 or 5 ruffians without any trouble. But...30 heavily armed mobsters with knives...that was a little much.
"I wish I was stronger..." She muttered. Suddenly, she noticed Faust standing near the entrance.
"Did you need a table?" She chimed in a chibi-like manner.
"One please!" Faust responded. Jam set about to clean an area near the kitchen. Faust maneuvered through the roving crowds and made his way to the little table Jam had prepared for him.
"Thanks!"
"I'll be right right back!" She gleefully went to the counter to pick up a menu.
Meanwhile Faust pulled the vial out of his hands and examined its contents.
"Hmm...I can't see any known substances in here..." He muttered “...but that might be because I have a paper bag over my head..."
Jam returned quickly and slipped him a menu. She turned to attend some other patrons, but then paused. After their nightly drinking that had commenced about the same time, many of the ruffians had to go to the bathroom. The line to the toilet extended all throughout the restaurant, and formed a blockade around Faust's table. Jam was trapped by the wall of bulging, macho mass. And, being a young woman of extreme likeness, she didn't dare push through them.
"Oh brother..." She sighed and sat down at the table with Faust.
"I'm glad you brought something to drink..." she muttered, and unconsciously snatched the vial out of the doctor's hand and poured some of the tonic into her mouth. Faust, too stunned by the action, waited a few seconds before screaming...
"WAIT!"
Jam paused. All of a sudden she felt very strange. Her stomach was bubbling with sensation of power.
"What was that stuff..." She retched in disgust and stood up. Her head immediately hit the ceiling.
"What? Didn't I just get this repaired...?” Cutting herself short, she looked around and noticed that...everything had drastically decreased in size. The ruffians that had towered over her moments ago now only came up to her knees.
"WOW!" She jumped in surprise, banging her head again, and causing the whole restaurant to shake in response. The mobsters in line for the bathroom turned around and noticed their waitress towering over them like a Titaness.
"WHOA!" They exclaimed. She stared down at their frightened little expressions and smiled.
"Time to take out the trash..."
In a few minutes, the restaurant was in an uproar. Men were being thrown into the street like useless dolls. Others were running out of there as fast as they could for fear of getting a beating by the massive hostess. In the midst of confusion, Faust decided it would be best for him to leave too. He grabbed the vial (which miraculously enough, still had 2/3rd's of its liquid intact), and headed out through the rummage out the front door.
"Guess I'll have to starve tonight..." He muttered in frustration. More ruffians were sent flying over his head as he assumed the pathway out of town again. An enormous feminine leg kicked out a final scoundrel into the street, and then Jam turned back to the restaurant again. From the window, she saw Faust leaving, and she waved a large hand to send him off.
"Thank you sir! Please come again!"
Turning back to the decimated remains of her restaurant, Jam realized that the turned tables, broken bottles, and destruction present were not the worst of her troubles. She could barely fit into the kitchen without her massive figure bumping over every single utility in sight.
"Oh dear! How can I make any dinner for my next set of customers!?"
She tore out of the restaurant and hastily pursued Faust down the road.
"Doctor! Please come back!"
But Faust was already long gone...Whatever mechanic he employed to travel several miles in a matter of two minutes, we may never know. According to all logical standards, such an act is technically impossible. In fact, nothing like that should ever happen. In fact...
Well, let's just say that Faust wasn't around when Giant Jam came running after him. He had already transitioned into the hills.
But Faust
was already long gone...Whatever mechanic he employed to travel several miles in
a matter of two minutes, we may never know. According to all logical standards,
such an act is technically impossible. In fact, nothing like that should ever
happen. In fact...
Well, let's just say that Faust wasn't around when Giant Jam came running after
him.
Up into the valleytops, Faust relentlessly trudged, holding his cane like a
walking stick.
"I got a little bit distracted back there. As a professional doctor, I cannot
allow my personal needs to interfere with my revolutionary, global research!"
Walking for several more yards, the great doctor eventually began to trudge more
slowly.
"No! The man who gave me this potion...said I had to give it to the strongest
Gear...Can't allow my vitality to fail..."
The stamina of his pole-like legs eventually plummeted. He collapsed out of
hunger and desperation upon the nearest rock.
"Confound it! Sol Badguy; where are you!?"
His eyes scanning the dark sky above, Faust's neck twisted and turned; desperate
to find that spark of salvation and destiny that he might have just missed.
Suddenly, a streak of light flashed across the sky, and the illumination brought
an instant glance of a red hue up on the hill.
"SOL BADGUY!" The good doctor screeched.
He jumped up with the utmost rapidity and dashed to his target as quickly as
possible.
"I've found him! My mission to become the world's greatest doctor is complete!"
But it was not to be.
Upon arriving at the location where he saw the red hue, Faust chanced upon a
female Gear, her form leaning against a rock, playing a soft, mellow tune with
the most outrageously embroidered guitar Faust had ever seen. Her clothes were
red, and at a distance she had resembled Sol Badguy. However, her hair was of a
dark raven blackness, and it was bundled up beneath what looked like a witch
hat. The rest of her attire was of a provocative nature--a beautiful, wild
starlet with a halloween costume.
"Blast!" Faust stomped his foot in indignation.
"Lonely night?" The lady inquired in a slow, seductive tone. Faust, being
ignorant to the sensual nature of her addresses, mindlessly described the
details of all the frustration that the last few hours had brought him. The
young woman seemed to take pity on him. Her eyelashes shined with a hypnotic
fierceness and lustre.
"Oh, poor disorganized soul..."
She rose from her sitting position, and started to slowly approach him in a
sensual manner. She was about five feet tall, putting her at equal height with
the deformed, crouching doctor. Her glistening red short skirt shimmered and
held his attention. The skin that flashed through her tight coverings was
intoxicating even to the mess of a man that was Faust.
"...You've been too sheltered from the world. It's time..."
A gloved hand gently massaged against his hunched back. As she drew closer to
his paper bag, Faust could see that there was a dimple on her beautiful
photogenic face.
"...To release you from this burden."
The hand that massaged him quickly slid into his pocket and removed the vial.
Faust broke out of his hypnosis and went into a frenzy.
"Err...wait!!"
"Uh uh," she said huskily, holding out the vial teasingly in front of him.
"Finders keepers."
She examined the contents slowly.
"So bag boy, you say this potion will increase any gear's power by ten fold?"
"Give me that back!" Faust was in desperation to snatch it from the witch,
however her dexterity and lithe hands far exceeded his hulky, disabled form.
"Too bad..." she cooed as she played keep-away with the good doctor. Then with
one sudden thrust, I-No immediately began to chug down the contents. That
momentary action gave Faust an opportunity to catch her off guard and he charged
forward and slapped the vial out of her hands. But alas! Only a third of the
potion was left! Meanwhile, I-No was becoming absorbed in the surge of energy
that ran through her veins.
"I am the most powerful Gear in the world! Now, Sol Badguy and all those other
scoundrels will have to suck up and accept my victory in every tournament!”
As I-no completed her empowering speech, she stretched her limbs…and looked around her.
“Huh?”
Everything was positively smaller in size.
“Wait a minute? Is this a side effect? I didn’t exactly want this…”
She lifted up her (now) massive boot and brought it smashing down into the earth, causing a big crater in the top of the mountain.
“Ha ha ha! Maybe this isn’t so bad after all!”
Faust was appalled at what he had let pass.
“The man in black’s going to kill me.”
But he didn’t get anymore time to speculate as the 20 foot I-No kneeled down right next to him and cooed his situation.
“Oh poor, small boy…Thanks a lot for the jolt! I like it!”
She grabbed her petit guitar between her fingers and suddenly, it boosted in size to match hers. Throughout the whole valley, the giantess’ loud heavy metal notes could be heard miles and miles away. Faust had to cover his ears.
“Too much!”
I-No laughed sadistically at his unfortunate dilemma. Just then, Faust noticed the ground rumble a little bit more.
“What the…?”
He flipped around and lay eyes upon Giant Jam dashing up the hillside.
“Hey, Mr. Doctor! I need you to reverse the thing you did to me!”
The massive I-No did not take too likely to the intervention of the strange new intruder.
“Damn fool! You apparently gave the potion to a young girl!”
She stomped over to confront Jam. The Chinese waitress stopped dead in her massive footsteps. I-No simply stood in front of her like a 20 foot roadblock, hoping that she would be intimidated by her newfound power.
“Well…” I-No smirked, sizing up Jam for size. Of course they were the same size!
Jam gulped. She was not ditsy enough as to forgotten the Gear confrontation with I-No a few years before. I-No was a massively powerful alien opponent who had almost defeated everyone in the Guilty Gear tournament…except for Sol Badguy. Unfortunately Jam was not exactly in the mood for fighting.
“I really would appreciate it if you would let me pass...Ms. Giant I-No.”
I-No’s eyes flared with pride.
“Why? Little girl; are you afraid of being bested by the most powerful Gear on the planet?”
I-No stomped her foot and caused an earthquake to illustrate to Jam what she meant.
“I’m not afraid of anything!” Jam fiercely retorted, and she stomped her foot. Jam’s legs, being more developed caused a more ferocious concussion than I-No’s footstep. The witchy Gear growled.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to take it down to the arena!”
“Let’s do it right here big girl!” Jam’s display of power had made her spirits rise.
“You don’t know what you’re dealing with here!” I-No quickly pounded a chord on her guitar and sent Jam flying, butt-first, into a nearby forest. The effect was like an eclipse and a meteor all at once. The forest was quickly reduced to timber.
Jam looked at all the damage she had caused and cursed I-No for this provocation. She jumped up, readied her legs and went into a huge, long flying kick at I-No. I-No quickly dodged out of the way and tripped her with her guitar. This time, Jam came awfully close to landing on Faust. The resourceful doctor jumped out of the way just in time.
Jam’s rear end had created another crater in the ground. Frustrated at being manipulated by I-No’s deceptions, Jam raised her leg in preparation for a massive flurry of kicks.
Suddenly a streak of fire came scorching through the sky. The spectacle caught the attention of both combatants. Faust, on the contrary, jumped up in joy upon seeing the flare. He knew who it was!
“GUN VIPER!!!” A voice screeched throughout the sky. The air caught on fire, the very space surrounding hills was a throbbing mass of heat waves. The reverberations were enormous. Jam and I-No jumped out of the way as the speeding fireball blasted right between them. Faust looked up and then sprinted as fast as he could out of there, because the fireball was coming right for his position!
“AAAAHH!!” Faust ducked behind the tree just in time before the flaming ember crashed into ground, creating a huge fiery explosion. From the center of the scorched, black crater, there emerged a figure…tall, dark, scarlet, with the wackiest spiky hairdo a rocker could ever conceive. Faust gazed at him with earnest eyes.
“It’s…it’s…SOL BADGUY!”
Sol flexed his arms and stretched. The crash-landing had been an tiring experience for him. He had come to the hills because he had sensed the presence of another demonic spirit lurking around the area.
The elite gear yawned and then unsheathed his massive, rectangular sword and aimed it’s point in the direction of I-No.
“You again! No more mind tricks this time; let’s have a fair, straightforward fight.” Sol roughly growled.
I-No stared down indifferently at her diminuitive opponent and just shrugged her shoulders.
“I told you to turn off your visual tricks, ya’ crazy witch!” Sol roared.
I-No just flexed her massive hips, and then emitted a fierce giggle. Sol was a bit dismayed.
“Huh?”
“Oh…it seems that the greatest Gear in the world is a just a bit too tiny to tango with me!”
She came stomping over to where Sol was standing. Sol could feel the ground tremble under his feet. It was a little bit too real for him.
“Oh sh…”
He leaped out of the way just as I-No’s foot came smashing into the place where he had been standing. She looked down to where he had landed and then cooed.
“Oh...you’re such poor, little thing…” She raised her foot again. “I’m so sorry that the tables have turned.”
Sol backflipped just in time, and lay down a pool of fire for I-No’s foot to land into. She smiled as the flames tickled her nigh-invulnerable feet.
Meanwhile, Jam had taken the momentary distraction to survey the area. She found Faust cowering under a tree.
“Mr. Doctor!” She called. Her booming voice caught Faust’s attention and he looked up at her. Before she had been just a girl, but now her hips were so…BIG. She was a massive sight to behold. Her frame stretched up into the tallest trees, and her long, flowing bundles of hair almost made her look like a tree.
“Mr. Doctor!” She called down to him again. Faust prostrated himself at her feet in utter dismay.
“I’m sorry about what I did to you!” He cried. “I don’t know how to reverse it! Please let me go…I’m a worthless and incompetent fraud…I’m not worth beating up.”
Jam frowned a bit at his humility. At this size, she was not very tolerant of weak men.
Faust was a terrible doctor. Although that was a relative understatement in the world of medicine. He was one of the most incompetent, lackluster and altogether worthless medical practicioner to ever set foot on the planet. His days were always spent inventing different kinds of tonics and serums he could, one day hope to cure his patients with. Unfortunately, almost all...wait...make that ALL of his creations turned out to be harmful poisons. That didn't help the fact that, not once during his life, had he ever cured a patient...
One day, Faust was piddling around in his disastrous, dark laboratory, pouring potions into potions and watching the explosions that resulted.
"WOW! I thought that was supposed to cure Skin Cancer!"
Suddenly, an ominous presence materialized behind the hunchbacked doctor. With the dexterity and agility of a Quasimodo-esque invalid, he flipped around and faced the intruder.
"Who...?"
The man was clad in a gray cloak that consumed his figure from head to toe. His face was covered in shadow by the massive hood that covered his entire head.
"DR. FAUST!" The man roared in a deep, bass thundering voice.
Faust squirmed and quickly reached for his cane in defense.
"Stay back!"
"DO NOT BE AFRAID."
"Are you the devil?"
"NO."
"Are you an angel?"
"NO."
"Then what are you!?"
"I am the individual who will elevate you to fame and fortune!"
"Uh...?"
The man advanced upon Faust, who stayed his hand. The cloaked figure fumbled around in his pockets.
"YOU ARE DISHHEARTENED BECAUSE YOUR MEDICAL SKILLS ARE USELESS. NOT ONCE HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ABLE TO PROVE YOURSELF A COMPETENT DOCTOR..."
"No..."
"...OR EVEN A PROPER ALCHEMIST!"
He removed a small red vial from the pocket of his cloak.
"THAT'S ALL ABOUT TO CHANGE."
"What's that...?" The demented doctor inquired in fear.
"A STRENGTH TONIC."
He handed the item to Faust.
"CHOOSE WHICH GEAR YOU BELIEVE IS THE STRONGEST, AND THEN GIVE THEM THIS POTION. IT WILL INCREASE HIS INTERNAL STRENGTH BY TEN-FOLD!"
"HIM!? What about a female Gear?"
"FOOL!!!" The cloaked roared. A furious wind swept through the lab, knocking over all of Faust's beakers, designs, and test-tubes!
"NEVER GIVE THIS POTION TO A WOMAN!"
And with that last phrase, the man was gone.
Faust eyed the potion eagerly. Indeed, simple-minded and selfish, he wouldn't pass up on the chance to become one of the sought-after doctors on the planet.
"Oh boy! The strongest Gear...I know who that is!"
Thus, Faust set off on a quest to find Sol Badguy.
Setting out into the mountains, the doctor ran into some very unusual locations. Although he used the countryside road to avoid the cities, the night life was just as rugged out in these abandoned locations.
"Golly! Where's a good place to find some dinner?"
The sparkling lights of a small place in the distance caught his attention. Indeed, in a relatively abandoned part of the small town he was traversing, there was a Chinese restaurant.
"Oh boy!" He ran as fast as his long legs could carry him. Upon entering the facility, he noticed that it was packed beyond comprehension. Most of the patrons were hulking men, and many of them were engaged in fierce bar brawls. One ruffian was at the side arguing with a hairy lad. The man removed a knife from his pocket and struck at his opponent with a fierce disemboweling strike.
Suddenly, a flash of flesh sprang up between the two. Both men were belted by an unseen force. While they collapsed to the ground, a young woman stood over their crippled figures.
"No more fighting, you two! I just had this place cleaned up from the last massacre!"
"It was his fault!" The ruffian with the knife yelled, but the young maiden with long, brown hair ignored his pleadings and kicked the knife out of his hand.
"Stop it! Both of you! Leave my restaurant immediately!"
The two muscle-bound ruffians gathered their stomachs and ran from the vicinity as fast as they could. Faust eagerly watched the woman who had sent them packing. She was a young gal of about 17, with the most finely honed legs he could ever have envisioned. They were fierce and intimidating, yet they were so feminine and delicate. She was cute and enticing beyond belief.
Faust fell in love at first sight...
"HEY JAM! SOME MORE SAKE OVER HERE!"
"Brian! Would you stop holding that fellow in an arm lock?"
"If you give me some Sake..."
"If you don't, I'll send you out myself!"
"You and what army?"
She raised her leg in preparation.
"Try me..."
Suddenly, the whole restaurant was in an uproar. Men from every table jumped up in frustration and began yelling wildly at Jam.
"LET HIM KEEP THE GUY IN AN ARMLOCK!"
"WE WANT TO SEE HIM SQUIRM! I WONDER HOW HE'LL BREAK IT!"
"WE PAY FOR THE FOOD, WE PAY FOR THE SIGHTS TOO, MISSY!"
Jam sighed at the mob turned against her. She could easily deal with 2 or 5 ruffians without any trouble. But...30 heavily armed mobsters with knives...that was a little much.
"I wish I was stronger..." She muttered. Suddenly, she noticed Faust standing near the entrance.
"Did you need a table?" She chimed in a chibi-like manner.
"One please!" Faust responded. Jam set about to clean an area near the kitchen. Faust maneuvered through the roving crowds and made his way to the little table Jam had prepared for him.
"Thanks!"
"I'll be right right back!" She gleefully went to the counter to pick up a menu.
Meanwhile Faust pulled the vial out of his hands and examined its contents.
"Hmm...I can't see any known substances in here..." He muttered “...but that might be because I have a paper bag over my head..."
Jam returned quickly and slipped him a menu. She turned to attend some other patrons, but then paused. After their nightly drinking that had commenced about the same time, many of the ruffians had to go to the bathroom. The line to the toilet extended all throughout the restaurant, and formed a blockade around Faust's table. Jam was trapped by the wall of bulging, macho mass. And, being a young woman of extreme likeness, she didn't dare push through them.
"Oh brother..." She sighed and sat down at the table with Faust.
"I'm glad you brought something to drink..." she muttered, and unconsciously snatched the vial out of the doctor's hand and poured some of the tonic into her mouth. Faust, too stunned by the action, waited a few seconds before screaming...
"WAIT!"
Jam paused. All of a sudden she felt very strange. Her stomach was bubbling with sensation of power.
"What was that stuff..." She retched in disgust and stood up. Her head immediately hit the ceiling.
"What? Didn't I just get this repaired...?” Cutting herself short, she looked around and noticed that...everything had drastically decreased in size. The ruffians that had towered over her moments ago now only came up to her knees.
"WOW!" She jumped in surprise, banging her head again, and causing the whole restaurant to shake in response. The mobsters in line for the bathroom turned around and noticed their waitress towering over them like a Titaness.
"WHOA!" They exclaimed. She stared down at their frightened little expressions and smiled.
"Time to take out the trash..."
In a few minutes, the restaurant was in an uproar. Men were being thrown into the street like useless dolls. Others were running out of there as fast as they could for fear of getting a beating by the massive hostess. In the midst of confusion, Faust decided it would be best for him to leave too. He grabbed the vial (which miraculously enough, still had 2/3rd's of its liquid intact), and headed out through the rummage out the front door.
"Guess I'll have to starve tonight..." He muttered in frustration. More ruffians were sent flying over his head as he assumed the pathway out of town again. An enormous feminine leg kicked out a final scoundrel into the street, and then Jam turned back to the restaurant again. From the window, she saw Faust leaving, and she waved a large hand to send him off.
"Thank you sir! Please come again!"
Turning back to the decimated remains of her restaurant, Jam realized that the turned tables, broken bottles, and destruction present were not the worst of her troubles. She could barely fit into the kitchen without her massive figure bumping over every single utility in sight.
"Oh dear! How can I make any dinner for my next set of customers!?"
She tore out of the restaurant and hastily pursued Faust down the road.
"Doctor! Please come back!"
But Faust was already long gone...Whatever mechanic he employed to travel several miles in a matter of two minutes, we may never know. According to all logical standards, such an act is technically impossible. In fact, nothing like that should ever happen. In fact...
Well, let's just say that Faust wasn't around when Giant Jam came running after him. He had already transitioned into the hills.
But Faust was already long
gone...Whatever mechanic he employed to travel several miles in a matter of two
minutes, we may never know. According to all logical standards, such an act is
technically impossible. In fact, nothing like that should ever happen. In
fact...
Well, let's just say that Faust wasn't around when Giant Jam came running after
him.
Up into the valleytops, Faust relentlessly trudged, holding his cane like a
walking stick.
"I got a little bit distracted back there. As a professional doctor, I cannot
allow my personal needs to interfere with my revolutionary, global research!"
Walking for several more yards, the great doctor eventually began to trudge more
slowly.
"No! The man who gave me this potion...said I had to give it to the strongest
Gear...Can't allow my vitality to fail..."
The stamina of his pole-like legs eventually plummeted. He collapsed out of
hunger and desperation upon the nearest rock.
"Confound it! Sol Badguy; where are you!?"
His eyes scanning the dark sky above, Faust's neck twisted and turned; desperate
to find that spark of salvation and destiny that he might have just missed.
Suddenly, a streak of light flashed across the sky, and the illumination brought
an instant glance of a red hue up on the hill.
"SOL BADGUY!" The good doctor screeched.
He jumped up with the utmost rapidity and dashed to his target as quickly as
possible.
"I've found him! My mission to become the world's greatest doctor is complete!"
But it was not to be.
Upon arriving at the location where he saw the red hue, Faust chanced upon a
female Gear, her form leaning against a rock, playing a soft, mellow tune with
the most outrageously embroidered guitar Faust had ever seen. Her clothes were
red, and at a distance she had resembled Sol Badguy. However, her hair was of a
dark raven blackness, and it was bundled up beneath what looked like a witch
hat. The rest of her attire was of a provocative nature--a beautiful, wild
starlet with a halloween costume.
"Blast!" Faust stomped his foot in indignation.
"Lonely night?" The lady inquired in a slow, seductive tone. Faust, being
ignorant to the sensual nature of her addresses, mindlessly described the
details of all the frustration that the last few hours had brought him. The
young woman seemed to take pity on him. Her eyelashes shined with a hypnotic
fierceness and lustre.
"Oh, poor disorganized soul..."
She rose from her sitting position, and started to slowly approach him in a
sensual manner. She was about five feet tall, putting her at equal height with
the deformed, crouching doctor. Her glistening red short skirt shimmered and
held his attention. The skin that flashed through her tight coverings was
intoxicating even to the mess of a man that was Faust.
"...You've been too sheltered from the world. It's time..."
A gloved hand gently massaged against his hunched back. As she drew closer to
his paper bag, Faust could see that there was a dimple on her beautiful
photogenic face.
"...To release you from this burden."
The hand that massaged him quickly slid into his pocket and removed the vial.
Faust broke out of his hypnosis and went into a frenzy.
"Err...wait!!"
"Uh uh," she said huskily, holding out the vial teasingly in front of him.
"Finders keepers."
She examined the contents slowly.
"So bag boy, you say this potion will increase any gear's power by ten fold?"
"Give me that back!" Faust was in desperation to snatch it from the witch,
however her dexterity and lithe hands far exceeded his hulky, disabled form.
"Too bad..." she cooed as she played keep-away with the good doctor. Then with
one sudden thrust, I-No immediately began to chug down the contents. That
momentary action gave Faust an opportunity to catch her off guard and he charged
forward and slapped the vial out of her hands. But alas! Only a third of the
potion was left! Meanwhile, I-No was becoming absorbed in the surge of energy
that ran through her veins.
"I am the most powerful Gear in the world! Now, Sol Badguy and all those other
scoundrels will have to suck up and accept my victory in every tournament!”
As I-no completed her empowering speech, she stretched her limbs…and looked around her.
“Huh?”
Everything was positively smaller in size.
“Wait a minute? Is this a side effect? I didn’t exactly want this…”
She lifted up her (now) massive boot and brought it smashing down into the earth, causing a big crater in the top of the mountain.
“Ha ha ha! Maybe this isn’t so bad after all!”
Faust was appalled at what he had let pass.
“The man in black’s going to kill me.”
But he didn’t get anymore time to speculate as the 20 foot I-No kneeled down right next to him and cooed his situation.
“Oh poor, small boy…Thanks a lot for the jolt! I like it!”
She grabbed her petit guitar between her fingers and suddenly, it boosted in size to match hers. Throughout the whole valley, the giantess’ loud heavy metal notes could be heard miles and miles away. Faust had to cover his ears.
“Too much!”
I-No laughed sadistically at his unfortunate dilemma. Just then, Faust noticed the ground rumble a little bit more.
“What the…?”
He flipped around and lay eyes upon Giant Jam dashing up the hillside.
“Hey, Mr. Doctor! I need you to reverse the thing you did to me!”
The massive I-No did not take too likely to the intervention of the strange new intruder.
“Damn fool! You apparently gave the potion to a young girl!”
She stomped over to confront Jam. The Chinese waitress stopped dead in her massive footsteps. I-No simply stood in front of her like a 20 foot roadblock, hoping that she would be intimidated by her newfound power.
“Well…” I-No smirked, sizing up Jam for size. Of course they were the same size!
Jam gulped. She was not ditsy enough as to forgotten the Gear confrontation with I-No a few years before. I-No was a massively powerful alien opponent who had almost defeated everyone in the Guilty Gear tournament…except for Sol Badguy. Unfortunately Jam was not exactly in the mood for fighting.
“I really would appreciate it if you would let me pass...Ms. Giant I-No.”
I-No’s eyes flared with pride.
“Why? Little girl; are you afraid of being bested by the most powerful Gear on the planet?”
I-No stomped her foot and caused an earthquake to illustrate to Jam what she meant.
“I’m not afraid of anything!” Jam fiercely retorted, and she stomped her foot. Jam’s legs, being more developed caused a more ferocious concussion than I-No’s footstep. The witchy Gear growled.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to take it down to the arena!”
“Let’s do it right here big girl!” Jam’s display of power had made her spirits rise.
“You don’t know what you’re dealing with here!” I-No quickly pounded a chord on her guitar and sent Jam flying, butt-first, into a nearby forest. The effect was like an eclipse and a meteor all at once. The forest was quickly reduced to timber.
Jam looked at all the damage she had caused and cursed I-No for this provocation. She jumped up, readied her legs and went into a huge, long flying kick at I-No. I-No quickly dodged out of the way and tripped her with her guitar. This time, Jam came awfully close to landing on Faust. The resourceful doctor jumped out of the way just in time.
Jam’s rear end had created another crater in the ground. Frustrated at being manipulated by I-No’s deceptions, Jam raised her leg in preparation for a massive flurry of kicks.
Suddenly a streak of fire came scorching through the sky. The spectacle caught the attention of both combatants. Faust, on the contrary, jumped up in joy upon seeing the flare. He knew who it was!
“GUN VIPER!!!” A voice screeched throughout the sky. The air caught on fire, the very space surrounding hills was a throbbing mass of heat waves. The reverberations were enormous. Jam and I-No jumped out of the way as the speeding fireball blasted right between them. Faust looked up and then sprinted as fast as he could out of there, because the fireball was coming right for his position!
“AAAAHH!!” Faust ducked behind the tree just in time before the flaming ember crashed into ground, creating a huge fiery explosion. From the center of the scorched, black crater, there emerged a figure…tall, dark, scarlet, with the wackiest spiky hairdo a rocker could ever conceive. Faust gazed at him with earnest eyes.
“It’s…it’s…SOL BADGUY!”
Sol flexed his arms and stretched. The crash-landing had been an tiring experience for him. He had come to the hills because he had sensed the presence of another demonic spirit lurking around the area.
The elite gear yawned and then unsheathed his massive, rectangular sword and aimed it’s point in the direction of I-No.
“You again! No more mind tricks this time; let’s have a fair, straightforward fight.” Sol roughly growled.
I-No stared down indifferently at her diminuitive opponent and just shrugged her shoulders.
“I told you to turn off your visual tricks, ya’ crazy witch!” Sol roared.
I-No just flexed her massive hips, and then emitted a fierce giggle. Sol was a bit dismayed.
“Huh?”
“Oh…it seems that the greatest Gear in the world is a just a bit too tiny to tango with me!”
She came stomping over to where Sol was standing. Sol could feel the ground tremble under his feet. It was a little bit too real for him.
“Oh sh…”
He leaped out of the way just as I-No’s foot came smashing into the place where he had been standing. She looked down to where he had landed and then cooed.
“Oh...you’re such poor, little thing…” She raised her foot again. “I’m so sorry that the tables have turned.”
Sol backflipped just in time, and lay down a pool of fire for I-No’s foot to land into. She smiled as the flames tickled her nigh-invulnerable feet.
Meanwhile, Jam had taken the momentary distraction to survey the area. She found Faust cowering under a tree.
“Mr. Doctor!” She called. Her booming voice caught Faust’s attention and he looked up at her. Before she had been just a girl, but now her hips were so…BIG. She was a massive sight to behold. Her frame stretched up into the tallest trees, and her long, flowing bundles of hair almost made her look like a tree.
“Mr. Doctor!” She called down to him again. Faust prostrated himself at her feet in utter dismay.
“I’m sorry about what I did to you!” He cried. “I don’t know how to reverse it! Please let me go…I’m a worthless and incompetent fraud…I’m not worth beating up.”
Jam frowned a bit at his humility. At this size, she was not very tolerant of weak men.
“MR. DOCTOR! You should be ashamed of yourself, hiding away like a frightened little puppy! Please do something…for Sol Badguy and me!”
Jam noted that the battle between Sol and I-No was not going well. I-No had the mighty Gear cornered into a small grove of trees—she was blocking the only entrance. Sol was trying to burn an escape route, but unfortunately he had no time to direct his fire with I-No consistently trying to stomp on him. He had to keep focusing on evasion.
Staring at the tact and skill employed by the fiery Gear, Faust was suddenly filled with an immediate sense of purpose! He recalled his mission from the dark figure and realized that it still had a chance of being fulfilled!
The vial lay on the ground a few feet away from where Faust had been hiding. A third of it still contained the potion; nestled carefully at the bottom of the cylinder. Faust extended his stick-like arm and snatched it off the ground. With the dexterity of a grasshopper, the eccentric doctor dashed from his hiding place and sprinted towards the position where Sol was trapped in an unfortunate dilemma.
“Sol…the strongest Gear…HERE I COME!!”
His cry resounded throughout the forest and caught Sol’s eardrum. Within the blink of an eye, Sol rebounded, dashed, and did all kinds of crazy acrobatics to avoid I-No’s attacks and make it towards the source of that voice. I-No was furious that her intimidation wasn’t working.
“Sol…YOU WILL COWER BEFORE ME!”
But Sol had stopped listening to her boastings. He literally flew upon the wave of his own flames, scorching the ground beneath him. Faust ran by his vicinity just in time. The doctor hurled the vial as far as he could!
“Sol! Drink it!”
The all-powerful Gear swept it up in his fiery hand and gulped the vial down in no time. He felt a surge of energy bursting through him. The intensity of his flames nearly quadrupled and blasted the surroundings around him! But…since the potion was given to a male Gear; it had it’s proper effect—it intensified his internal POWER as opposed to external FORM.
Sol was a geyser of flame! A literal volcano parked right in the middle of an old hillside forest. Fire trickled out of his eyes; his fingertips glowed red, and his sword seemed to be turning the earth around it into lava. I-No was a little bit set back by this change. Jam was frightened. Faust was proud,
“GUN FLAME!!” Sol Badguy roared at the top of his lungs, and like an blazing phoenix, he flew off into the night sky—his wings of fire burning the air around him. He soared higher and higher until he was nothing more like a flaming comet…
…And then he was gone.
Faust’s shoulders came crashing down. He grabbed his head in dismay.
“What!? No!! WHERE DID HE GO!?”
I-No smirked at this little change of events.
“Apparently he’s so absorbed in his new powers that he let the exhilaration get a hold of him. He’ll be back in a few days.”
Her enormous dark eyes turned toward Faust.
“As for you…doctor.”
Faust gulped. Before he could react, she scooped him up in her massive hand.
“You got anymore of that potion on you?” She asked, her eyes scanning him seductively. Faust furiously shook his head in despair.
“It’s all gone…all gone…that was what it was intended for…” He mumbled.
“WHAT!?” I-No shook him furiously.
“Leave him alone!” Giant Jam came running up to I-No’s position. She steadied herself into a fighting stance.
“This man has been through such trouble today! You have no right to bully him even further!”
I-No sneered. “If you want this useless quack so much, then take him!” She tossed Faust over to Jam. Jam caught him on the tip of her knee. He sank into that smooth cushion of skin, now tenaciously clinging onto the leg for dear life.
Jam considered the context of the odd situation that she had put herself into. Since Faust was obviously incapable of developing a cure, there was a very real possibility that she would be stuck at this size for a time to come. With this in mind, the only resolve she had left was to stop the evil Gear I-No before she caused any more trouble.
Out of pity, she picked up the petit doctor and lowered him to the ground.
“Mr. Doctor…you should get out of here. Things are gonna get ugly.”
She glared at I-No defiantly. I-No smirked wryly at her composure.
“After you…little one.”
As Jam steadied herself, she felt a strange tingling in her stomach. To her horror, she realized that the trees were slowly starting to descend around her.
“Oh no…”
Indeed, she had boosted up another few feet or so. Apparently, the potion had not finished running its course yet…she was still growing. I-No, upon seeing this unusual metamorphosis, became flushed with anger.
“Insolent pet! You must have taken more of the dose!”
“No…”
But before she could react, I-No disappeared in a flash of light. Jam jumped in stupefaction…the witch had reappeared behind her! Despite her slightly increased height, Jam was knocked off guard and slammed to the ground. I-No grabbed her massive guitar and rode it like a broomstick.
“There’s no reason to mess around here anymore…there are many more tournaments to win! Sol can’t escape me for long!”
Laughing maniacally, she was about to warp away when another enormous flash of light materialized in front of her.
“Huh?”
From the center, a tiny figure floated out of the portal and hovered in the air. It was a strange individual cloaked in a black hood and robe. I-No landed to the ground and was about to turn away from the mysterious figure yelled “STOP!” in a voice that was so loud, it made the forest tremble.
“Master…” I-No faced the being in the air and smirked wryly. The strange figure hovered down to the ground and floated to the location where Faust had been cowering in.
“Oh no…”
“INSOLENT MEDICAL BUFFOON! DID I NOT STRICTLY INFORM YOU NEVER TO DIVULGE THIS FORMULA TO A FEMALE GEAR?”
Faust grasped his head with both hands.
“I know! I know! Jiminy Crickets…I should never have taken that shortcut…”
“SINCE YOU HAVE SO VEHEMENTLY IGNORED MY COMMANDS, YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED IN EVERLASTING DAMNATION!”
“What…!?”
“IT MATTERS NOT WHETHER YOU WERE SATISFIED WITH THE RESULTS OF MY OFFER OR NOT…YOUR SOUL IS STILL MINE!”
And Faust was banished to Hell…where he witnessed the most horrifying torment mankind could ever comprehend. There were torture chambers with mithril spikes plunging into the spines of ruined souls; masochistic Gears pulling out their hair in anguish; cannibalistic soldiers feeding off the feces of their beaten foes; dogs without fur…every horror that Faust had ever read about lay there before him in terrible palpability. He was doomed for eternity; the penalty for his arrogance and ignorance was this inhumane fate, boiling in the ever-furious flames of this wretched realm forever and ever...
….
…Or at least until the robed man deemed worthy.
Almost as quickly as he dipped into the fiery abyss, he was pulled out. The robed prophet was shaking his head in frustration.
“GIVE ME A BREAK! EVEN IN HELL, YOU ARE WORTHLESS! YOU WOULD BE A TERRIBLE SCULPTURE AMONG MY MUSEUM OF THE DAMNED…A PATHETIC IGNORAMUS WEARING A PAPER BAG OVER HIS HEAD SPENDING ETERNITY WITH SOME OF THE MOST MALEVOLENT CUTHROATS, RAPISTS, GLUTTONS, etc. EH…THAT IDEA IS MORE HORRIFYING THAN ANY OF THE TORTURES I HAVE PLANNED DOWN THERE.”
The robed figure rose at finger at him.
“YOU…MY DEAR DR. FAUST…ARE FREE TO GO…JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE.”
Faust was so relieved over this turn of events. He felt like he could kiss the robed fellow. But…he didn’t. Suddenly, his mind was brought back to the current state of affairs.
“What about the girls?”
“OH…” The robed figure threw open his robe and a strange green dust exploded into the air around them. I-No became startled when it touched her.
“Ow…it’s…”
“SHRINKING YOU…” The hooded figure finished for her. I-No grumbled and lay her chin on her palm, a little disappointed. The hooded figure prepared to vanish.
“SO LONG, DOCTOR…”
“But wait! The girls haven’t reverted back to their normal sizes yet!”
The robed figure shook his fist at him.
“IGNORAMUS! THEY ARE SHRINKING!”
“They are?”
“YES…ONE INCH AN HOUR. NOW BEGONE!”
And in a flash, he was gone…leaving Faust with the still giant females at his side. Jam awoke, noticed that there was green dust (“Oh pretty!”) but jumped up and faced I-No before she could let herself be caught off guard again.
“Are you ready to rock, little one?” I-No’s eyes flashed menacingly up at Jam (who was still slightly taller than her).
“Ready when you are, sister.”
The two titanesses clashed, their massive forms causing most of the forest to come crashing down around them. In the middle of safe clearing, Faust crouched somberly shaking his head.
“This is going to be a long night…”
While traveling with the rest of his Holy Knight order through the forest one night, Ky Kiske swore he saw two enormous female forms fighting in the distance. He was astonished by the sight, until one of the combatants kicked her leg up so high, it allowed Ky to see a flash of her underskirt. He flushed red with embarrassment, and commanded his cadre to continue trudging forward toward their destination…
END