Let me explain- they had a huge Color War, and Navy and Diamond (Leader of the White Shield... sorry, I just had to ship them!!!) took lead. But sadly, only two members of each color group (Excluding the Rainbow Prisms and the Red Guns) survived. So, yeah. (Note: Kjellberg I'm NOT taking from Felix, it's actually a common surname.)
Clean versions of the story will be released shortly after original chapters.
Here's Emerald, Diamond and Navy. (They're all I'm putting for now, since they're the main characters.)
Survivors:
Navy Vastia, Cyan/Reitei Clarks (Blue Swords)
Vermilion James (Red Guns)
Ginger Stag, Tiger Jackson (Orange Lance)
Amber Kjellberg, Chartreuse Gray (Yellow Cannon)
Emerald Jewel, Jade Mariner (Green Cross)
Fuchsia Rose, Coral Magenta (Pink Pistols)
Violet Smith, Amethyst Wright (Purple Scythe)
Mocha Kyte, Cedar Kyte (Brown Axes)
Jet Black, Raven Crow (Black Mace)
Diamond White, Frost Snow (White Shield)
Crescent Arrow (Rainbow Prism)
~~~~~~~~~~~
Blue Swords members were known for their cold hearts and
intellect.
Red Guns members were known for brute force and insanity.
Orange Lance members were known for curiosity and
misfortune.
Yellow Cannon members were known for happiness and luck.
Green Cross members were known for beauty and kindness.
Pink Pistols members were known for egotistic beauty and vanity.
Purple Scythe members were known for their ditziness and
retarded flow.
Brown Axes members were known for survival and wildlife
taming.
Black Mace members were known for haughtiness and class.
White Shield members were known for wealth, kindness, and
love.
Rainbow Prism members were known for beauty, skill,
intellect, and rarity.
That was how it always was.
Until that war. It changed everything.
Things were spiraling out of control.
There was only one Prism left in the entire world.
But they were thinking of executing her.
~~~~~~~~~
She was a gorgeous girl, long, flowing hair that reached her
hips, sparkling eyes with long, curled eyelashes, perfect figure, flawless
skin, dauntlessly aligned teeth, and gentle touch. What she lacked in character
she made up for in beauty.
"Crescent, shut up and fucking listen." I growled.
Diamond put her hand on my shoulder and mouthed, 'Control is key.'
I took a deep breath. "Crescent, please honor us with your silence and respect as you listen to us."
Diamond nodded.
Crescent sighed. It was an airy, gentle noise. "Listen, Navy. I beg of you to listen to me. It was my fault, you can blame me for everything." Her voice was sweet and melodious, but somehow cold and harsh.
Diamond blasted a stern look towards Crescent. "Crescent Arrow. We are fully and genuinely aware it is your fault. But we spare mercy as you are the last of the Prisms."
Crescent snarled. "You Shields think this is just some game of mercy! Listen, crap-head, this is real! You let me live and we all die!"
Raven groaned. He was a young, 16-year-old boy with long, obsidian hair in a long ponytail, and dark eyes. His skin could oddly be bright white or dark black depending on his current mood. Right now, it was very dark black. He also happened to be Diamond's younger, disowned brother.
Fuchsia smirked. Fuchsia was another girl altogether. She had hot pink curled hair set with a bright magenta bow. Her heels were seven inches and as pink as raw meat in a field of roses. She was wearing super-short pink shorts and a pink bikini top. Her face was covered in pink makeup, from eyeshadow to lipstick to mascara to foundation. (Yep. Pink foundation, you read it right.)
I sent a sharp glare her way and she stopped.
"Command 346, initiate emergency protocol 14 section 64, district 69 area 22. 60:00 on spot, activation code 3312689." I said into my headpiece.
Emerald groaned. "How the heck do you remember all those numbers? And what does that even mean?"
"It means that we're bombing off the rest of the world. I want us to start anew, be the only humans."
Diamond sharply stared at me and snarled. "You think that could ever-so-possibly be humane? My lord! Activate 146 command 57 on 81, locking code 836294630, double passed 68 brain code 42 at random!"
"You triple locked it? Holy crap-" Fuchsia started.
"No, she stopped the bombing. The cunt." I snarled.
Jade examined me with disgust. "Tone it down, Navy! You're lashing out at everyone for no reason. Listen to yourself. You wanted to bomb the world!"
I looked at him coldly. "And you somehow think I care?"
They were stunned, completely speechless.
I took out my bow. "Whatever. I'll go hunt."
~-~-~
Empty. The land was completely empty apart from tiny cardinals, mouthfuls of meat that were bittersweet.
I strung an arrow and shot down another bird.
They were red. Bright red, like blood. They made me think of...
"...Cheren."
"Cheren?"
I knocked three arrows and shot in the voice's direction.
Someone unfamiliar had caught the arrows in their hand.
"Who are you?"
I examined them. Bright red eyes, long vermilion hair gathered into a braid, a crimson warrior dress plaited in cherry armor. Tall, rose-colored leather boots, and a scarlet-ruby sword hung by her side.
And tucked under her arm was a scratched and beat-up crash helmet.
"I'm that girl you let fall off a cliff. Cheren Chelia, commander of the Red Guns legion."
I was quiet.
"You don't look too shocked. Or are you daunted inside?"
I grinned. "Sure. I knew that wouldn't kill you."
"Do you still have Leyniskytta? Or did you kill him?"
"I still have him, but he's been somewhat feral recently."
"Feral? I thought that was a cat thing?"
"Cats, humans, dogs, a lot of things can be feral. Brush up on facts. But yeah, he's been unusually... different... lately."
"Sverd's gone or something?"
"No, Sverd's perfectly fine. But it's not just Leyniskytta acting off, too. It's also Vitleysingur. I think they're probably connected, but I don't have time to deal with that. I either wait for them to shape up, or kill Leyniskytta."
"Why not Vitley?"
"Vitley? Oh lord, don't make up nicknames for them."
"Fine, Vitleysingur. Why not kill him?"
"He's the Legendary Panther's son, retard!"
"Well, excuse me, then. What's special about the Legendary Panther?"
"What's special about the Great Lion?"
"Touché..."
Ok, have to end that there... the font's jacking up.
Raven groaned. He was a young, 16-year-old boy with long, obsidian hair in a long ponytail, and dark eyes. His skin could oddly be bright white or dark black depending on his current mood. Right now, it was very dark black. He also happened to be Diamond's younger, disowned brother.
Fuchsia smirked. Fuchsia was another girl altogether. She had hot pink curled hair set with a bright magenta bow. Her heels were seven inches and as pink as raw meat in a field of roses. She was wearing super-short pink shorts and a pink bikini top. Her face was covered in pink makeup, from eyeshadow to lipstick to mascara to foundation. (Yep. Pink foundation, you read it right.)
I sent a sharp glare her way and she stopped.
"Command 346, initiate emergency protocol 14 section 64, district 69 area 22. 60:00 on spot, activation code 3312689." I said into my headpiece.
Emerald groaned. "How the heck do you remember all those numbers? And what does that even mean?"
"It means that we're bombing off the rest of the world. I want us to start anew, be the only humans."
Diamond sharply stared at me and snarled. "You think that could ever-so-possibly be humane? My lord! Activate 146 command 57 on 81, locking code 836294630, double passed 68 brain code 42 at random!"
"You triple locked it? Holy crap-" Fuchsia started.
"No, she stopped the bombing. The cunt." I snarled.
Jade examined me with disgust. "Tone it down, Navy! You're lashing out at everyone for no reason. Listen to yourself. You wanted to bomb the world!"
I looked at him coldly. "And you somehow think I care?"
They were stunned, completely speechless.
I took out my bow. "Whatever. I'll go hunt."
~-~-~
Empty. The land was completely empty apart from tiny cardinals, mouthfuls of meat that were bittersweet.
I strung an arrow and shot down another bird.
They were red. Bright red, like blood. They made me think of...
"...Cheren."
"Cheren?"
I knocked three arrows and shot in the voice's direction.
Someone unfamiliar had caught the arrows in their hand.
"Who are you?"
I examined them. Bright red eyes, long vermilion hair gathered into a braid, a crimson warrior dress plaited in cherry armor. Tall, rose-colored leather boots, and a scarlet-ruby sword hung by her side.
And tucked under her arm was a scratched and beat-up crash helmet.
"I'm that girl you let fall off a cliff. Cheren Chelia, commander of the Red Guns legion."
I was quiet.
"You don't look too shocked. Or are you daunted inside?"
I grinned. "Sure. I knew that wouldn't kill you."
"Do you still have Leyniskytta? Or did you kill him?"
"I still have him, but he's been somewhat feral recently."
"Feral? I thought that was a cat thing?"
"Cats, humans, dogs, a lot of things can be feral. Brush up on facts. But yeah, he's been unusually... different... lately."
"Sverd's gone or something?"
"No, Sverd's perfectly fine. But it's not just Leyniskytta acting off, too. It's also Vitleysingur. I think they're probably connected, but I don't have time to deal with that. I either wait for them to shape up, or kill Leyniskytta."
"Why not Vitley?"
"Vitley? Oh lord, don't make up nicknames for them."
"Fine, Vitleysingur. Why not kill him?"
"He's the Legendary Panther's son, retard!"
"Well, excuse me, then. What's special about the Legendary Panther?"
"What's special about the Great Lion?"
"Touché..."
Ok, have to end that there... the font's jacking up.
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