#noir stuff

Hi guys! Just a little update. I am still very much active and pretty much constantly sitting on my PC, working on stuff as you can see in the upper pictures! ^-^ I'm just...utterly awful at this whole self-promo thing that's so essential for freelance artists.

I'm doing my best to manage Patreon and multiple commissions at the same time while trying to learn, improve and adapt new drawing techniques to grow so I will eventually be able to draw and publish my own comics.

Revenge for DecoGryphon (AF) of their super badass lead character for a "pseudo-late-1930's magical dimension" story!

"Kill the leaders for me, mon cher. Kill Von."

He had constructed the plan from the ground up, devising this for months. Everyone would be relocated an hour after his departure and how Mabel was supposed to never know. They were to disappear to Neo Paris and join their branch of the Rebellion. If it was drastic; talk to Magdala about rooming and the Rebellion.

Everything led up to this moment and no one would stop him.

He glided over to the HQ, striking the big target first; Von. He snuck into the base, slitting a guard's throat and damn, he smelled like a pigsty. He took an eyeball and his prints and some DNA, just to be sure.

He finally got in and crept through the shadows, assassinating a few guards with his metal claw and slinking through the darkness. He got to the main duct and his body moved towards... towards the Main Ballroom? No, this can't be right.

It took him a moment but it occurred to him; Glitch! The little bastard had fucking hacked his software! He fell in a duct to the middle of the room. There they were, leaders all in all.

There was Zelia, his tutor, frowning at him and clutching her dagger so hard that it must've bled. Then, the recently promoted and star general Eryn Wakely, glaring at him and ready to slit his throat. Last but not least, the mistress of the AI, Glitch.

He felt the restraints loosen and his hand immediately turned into a claw. None of them made a sound and then, Zelia stepped forward. She looked like one of those old nuns, except like she was clothed in darkness and horrors.

"Tsk, tsk. You are a disappointment, Noir," She muttered, "And I thought you were going to be an astounding agent of our Lady. Guess I wasn't right at all. General, finish him."

She unsheathed her sword and smiled cruelly. "With pleasure, priestess." The restraints gave way, a small mercy, and he set the propulsion systems and fought, hacking and slashing at her. She was obviously more skilled and he couldn't hope to beat her.

So, he did the logical choice; he went for Glitch.

Zelia stepped in and blew some poison; extract of aurin leaf and blend of buzzflower. He instantly drew back and got his good arm impaled into the sword. He wrenched away as Glitch caught it all and looked on, snickering.

He flew up, but his jets failed, crashing him into the ground. The poison began to take effect, and everything dimmed. Damn, he thought sullenly, as he continued fighting with lackluster strength, getting hacked and slashed and he dropped at least half a liter of blood. I fucked this one up pretty bad. I hope the rest of them'll do fine.

Eryn stuck her sword in his gut, once... twice... and Zelia kneeled in front of him, sneering. "We'll make you an example, Betrayer. No one attempts anything on Von." He glared and then closed his eyes, waiting for death and tried to form a coherent thought.

He only had a few short thoughts left: "Please, let Mabel and everyone forgive me for my failure. Let Alessander lead them to safety."

-cackles- This is so fun.

Noir’s that rich little asswipe who absolutely adores chemistry. She’s friends with the girl who dyed her hair pink (who is super scary by the way) and the computer geek who blows something up every time in shop. He’s friends with the teacher who’s in AP Chemistry, always talking to her and shit.

He’s normally seen as a goth kid, with all the black and his oh-so tragic past. (His parents gave him away to some lady who was so damn rich.) But in reality, he’s a huge wallflower that usually looks at things from the sidelines.

It burned down.

Everything did.

The club was gone and so were the people inside. Alessander, Vermilion, Alyssa and most importantly, the Madame. Oh, how he had failed her. His sweet and loving Madame. His matron, his patroness and his... mother, in every sense of the word.

Noir still sobbed at the thought of the Theocracy agents storming the club and everyone trying their best to fight back. He cried at the thought of their mangled bodies and how the Madame just sat there, looking on sadly.He could still smell the charred bodies of everyone there as the agents burnt everything to the ground.

He tried to keep his composure as he walked with Mabel to a rebel base. He was dirty and tired and stressed, but this was at least his one good deed to the world; to get Mabel to safety.

After a few hours, he managed to get to the outskirts of the base. He turned to Mabel, in her ruined outfit and smiled warmly. "Mabel, honey. Whatever happens, go with them. Do not look back. Do not check me. Just go with them," he said as cautiously as he could, as he knew stress made Mabel... agitated, "Please?"

He went with her to the base's gates and pleaded at the rebels looking at him, most wary and suspicious, "I need you to take in Kaiser. She's a valuable asset and I just... just need you to keep her safe. Consider this atonement for everything I've done to you all. Please just save her from Von. Ple-"

Bang.

"That was for every rebel you killed. Monster."

He felt searing pain move through his chest and what felt like a punctured lung. He turned to Mabel and wheezed out, "O-okay. Go with them... I'll, I'll stay here f-for a bit." He keeled over a bit, as he saw Mabel reluctantly go with the people in the base. Closing his eyes, he kneeled in front of the gates as they closed. But as he did, three bullets found their mark and his body succumbed to the wounds.

There was darkness.

Then a voice.

A familiar one.

"Noir! Don't keep me waiting, mon cher!"

One that he so dearly cherished.

And at that moment, he felt peace. Hey, at least I did something right for once.

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