#torchsoul

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MNW DoubleSoul - TorchSoul

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DoubleSoul series

Why should only the main characters have all the fun? Having gone through so many insane stuff together, the original four NetNavis of World Three have collectively reached a level of "Screw this" mentality when faced with yet another crisis where they unlocked the DoubeSoul ability among each other - a feat far more difficult for Specialist Navis to achieve than for Generalists like Megaman. If the world insists on trying to end every goddamn year, they might as well tackle it with some new abilities and tricks.

TorchSoul is for when a bastard really needs to be removed. How about a firestorm that is somehow also an electric storm? How about a Firearm that's also a Magic Firearm? How about a carpet bombing from a trigger-happy clown's washing machine-sized fireball?!

Granted, DoubleSouls don't come with a change in personality, but for Wackoman, his emotional state and elemental prowess are linked so strongly that when he loses his half Water-type to become a master of fire, he turns into a proper fearless menace. It just so happens that TorchSoul transforms his rubber ball into a fireball just the right size to bomb half the battlefield with a single launch. What a lucky coincidence!

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So I had this idea for a while now and I've finally started working on it. I do hope I can get around to do all of the DoubleSouls, plus a few bonuses, because this is a really fun exercise in character design! I'm doing my best to spend little time thinking and force myself to come up with ideas in a reasonable time frame. So far, it's working! Also, I have tried to emulate the style of the BN games' official art, specifically of the DoubleSoul pictures.

Also why only the OG Four, and not Magnetman? Well, I do have something planned for Magnetman, but I'm kinda sorta also linking this project to the not-even-quarter-baked fanfic idea. In that storyline, he's a pretty new addition to the team (and Torchman hates him with a passion), so DoubleSoul is really out of his reach with the other Navis... well except for his brother, of course.

Hope you guys enjoy this series!

2025.12.02.

[crouchingtiger28]

The Sparks of My Soul

“Are you sure he’s dead?”  

The man scoffed, nudging the body with his toe. A final kick and the bloody form tipped over the rocky cliff. "Either he's dead or he's immortal." The first man swallowed, staring down at the roaring crashing darkness below them, then turned, realizing his companion was already walking away. He scurried after him, not looking back.

Torchsoul stared at the sky, the stars blurred little pinpricks that barely pierced the haze of his pain-choked mind. The moon stared down at him, and Torchsoul mentally drifted through a flickering half prayer, begging for luck or strength or something that would help him. Nothing came but a boot in his side, and the ground beneath him was gone.

The world spun, the moon and darkness and a faltering, broken form of the moon and more darkness and the moon, resplendent in her sea of stars, and the dark air, a faraway split between ocean and wind, and the moon, reflected in dark waves and frothing peaks, and the stone cliff, a too-close jagged join of sky and sea.

Torchsoul’s wings hit the outcropping first, crumpling and snapping, already-broken bones tearing through his skin. All the air was forced from him, and his soulgem shivered. The moon remained perched above him, cut half off by the stones blocking his view. Maybe she was smiling at him. Torchsoul blinked, trying to keep his eyes open. If he let himself rest, he would surely never wake. Not that he could really do anything to help himself now.

The moon was lower in the sky, and something was pushing against his arm. Torchsoul tried to turn towards the disturbance, but the something nudged his wings and the world blinked out again.  

Wind howled nearby, but Torchsoul couldn’t feel it. Cold, smooth scales were pressed against his chest and face and soft furs cradled his ravaged wings. He could feel, beneath the scales, a thrumming core of Leadership and Wisdom and Stone. He almost cried. A dragon had found him.

For some unfathomable reason, a dragon had been flying by a lonely, out-of-the-way cliff overlooking the sea in the middle of the night with a waning crescent moon. Somehow, impossibly, that dragon had managed to see a human-sized figure on a rocky ledge just over the sea spray. Inexplicably, the earth-anchored dragon that most likely wasn’t great at flying and probably couldn’t swim had flown close enough to inspect the human-sized figure on the ledge, and determined that they needed help. In an entirely illogical and practically unprecedented act of kindness, a dragon had accepted a different-anchored wyvern as not an enemy defeated before encounter, but as a victim in need of help. Torchsoul knew this was so even as the dragon’s heartstone thrummed life and healing and strength to Torchsoul’s spirit.

As the sun rose ahead of her, Gloryflash clutched the carrying pouch close to her chest, praying with all her might that Selene might grant the broken child tucked inside just a little more life.