Spidophile
Library
The Riddler had decided to sleep in one of the abandoned buildings he had found - actually going back to the toy store where he had stolen the train for Yoshika. He had planned to fortify the place, add some riddle-themed decorations, and put in some death traps today but his plans had changed when he had shrank down to under six inches tall and the store remained the same.
"Curses!" he shouted to nobody in particular and decided to run to the library. He figured that was the place to be, particularly if larger-sized monsters were roaming around today. The journey took far longer than before due to him getting used to his new size.
edited 8th Aug '17 9:09:25 PM by FantasyLiver
"You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance" - Domingo Montoya Help save the rainforest for free simply by going to Ecosia.org.
Any thoughts of the hospital quickly fled as he opened his eyes. Given the lack of glasses, he couldn't quite make out the details, but it didn't take him long to realize that everything was bigger.
"Oh, nonono," he cried. Then he grabbed at his throat in surprise. That wasn't... He'd have to go the entire day squeaking like that?! "What the fuck!?" He was not happy. Not at all.
edited 6th Aug '17 8:59:09 PM by Skooter910
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
I just want to help!
Darn it, Anders was comfortable for once in his life, but there was some noise nearby disturbing his sleep. He grumbled a bit, shifting to sit up with a wide yawn, rubbing at his eyes, looking around a little blearily-
...
...what.
"Are we...?" He paused at that, hearing the...sound that was now his voice, and looked about the room, taking in his surroundings, before looking over at Arcade, considerably farther away on the bed than previously, considering that the bed now appeared to be at least as large as the Keep's courtyard.
"Pfffffft..."
He couldn't quite stop himself, a hand going over his mouth, trying to stifle the laugh, but an expression of mirth was quite evident.
"Well...I can...I can certainly say that this has never happened to be before..."
Happy Box Hater
Hospital-One makes you smaller
While Caboose could have been doing literally anything else, the course of action he took until the day changed over was to continue licking and biting off pieces of his armor. Truly the only thing that brought the fact that something was different to his attention was the change of the licorice taste of a small chunk of his armor into a metallic taste. Didn't stop Caboose from swallowing it and trying for another bite, only to stop when his teeth couldn't make a dent.
Now that he was no longer a kid in a candy shop, Caboose noticed the most important part of these new developments. "Freckles," Caboose exclaimed, "I think I was kicked out of Sarge's pirate crew! I wonder what I did wrong..."
"Captain Caboose, you were never a member of red team."
"Well that's just silly Freckles. Reds are red because they are not blue and I was not blue," Caboose responded, perfection evident in his logic by the way Freckles did not respond to him. Right now, the boy in blue wandered aimlessly towards the lobby of the hospital, completely unaware of the changes that had been made to his size.
Why is a yam attacking me?
"Oh, well. Thanks for clarifying" Curly said before falling quiet as they continued walking through the day transition until finally meeting the figments.
"...Wait, fake you has fake me in a bird cage?" Curly commented to Sans before the dice caught her attention and she rolled the perception check before Rick's sudden attempt at a huddle, the conversation got her eyes rolling. "I've already got plans to deal with that, Rick" she said a bit angrily as she pulled away "And I promised her I'd fix things, so you can either help or hide, I don't care which"
Arcade took a deep, steadying breath. Anders was finding humor in the situation. That was good. There wasn't any reason to panic. Everything was going to be fine.
"Anders," he said, very calmly, "I can't see. Please tell me there isn't a giant-sized pair of glasses on the bedside table." He pointed at where he remembered putting his glasses down last night.
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
After a very quiet and just plain boring walk through Silanea's head, the group finally found something interesting to look at that wasn't the fire below or the floor. Resentment and Distrust finally decided to show up and they were... familiar. Rex was technically right about having to fight a representation of Jackson but he really wasn't expecting one of Sans. Even if she just subconsciously hated the skeleton, Rex still couldn't wrap his head around the thought. Luckily, Tester explained it: He represented Resentment and apparently Silanea was jealous of how lucky Sans had gotten with people going out of their way to wish for his world to get fixed.
Rex couldn't help but feel guilty about it because he could have tried to find a way to fix both with the wish or some other way to make it up to her, but hey, that's why he was here.
Unfortunately, either the lack of alcohol or the lack of anything interesting made Rick ramble on and on about how killing the fake Jackson and Sans was a bad idea because distrusting humans was sensible. If he wanted to be drunk and spout nonsense, it was fine, it's not like they actually needed his help.
"One thing at a time. And, look, you can't fight and you weren't even supposed to be here. Stay put and we will deal with it"
Not everything was bad news, though, since the fake Sans had Silanea's idea of Friendship in a cage. And according to Curly it was her.
"Guess she must really like you"
The best part about fighting enemies that could talk beyond repeating a random phrase was, of course, the banter. Rex usually dealt with mindless creatures so he wasn't going to pass the opportunity to insult people that could actually understand what he was saying.
"Oh yeah! This is what I'm talking about" he pointed at Jackson "Kicking your butt is just what I need right now. And you..." he pointed at the fake Sans, knowing this was gonna be awkward. Making sure the real Sans got what was going on seemed like a good course of action "Just so we are clear, if I smile while punching him, it's just because he's a bad guy, not because he looks like you"
Oh and they also noticed Rex had suffered some injuries. So much for trying to not make things awkward "We had... some issues along the way" he tried to explain himself while at the same time thought of an appropriate excuse.
"Anyway, let's get this over with" he threw the dice "You know, whoever designed this did a really bad job at representing combat. Playing in turns makes it... sterile"
edited 6th Aug '17 9:53:39 PM by DeisTheAlcano
I just want to help!
"Right, right...hold on. It'll...take me a minute."
Anders managed to find his footing on the bed...it was a little awkward having to walk across a mattress the size of a tract of land...and head over for the night stand next to the other side of the bed. "Ahhhh...your spectacles might be up there but I don't...hmm. I could climb...something, perhaps, and look. ...maybe I could freeze up some sort of..."
He moved to the edge of the bed, looking down for a moment. "Hmm. Well the good news, I can heal us after we break all our bones jumping down from here."
feeling blue
Tester mentioned something about a buffet that Curly was apparently familiar with. Sans himself had no idea what it was but it was apparently just a place to get food so that was a pretty random reward to get. All he could do was shrug it off. What did give him pause, however, was seeing a copy of himself as one of the enemies, followed immediately by the drunk guy commenting on it.
"i commited the sin of making friends, guess i gotta repent for it now." Sans said in response, shrugging and letting out a chuckle, then looking at his copy curiously, "guess i should've seen that coming, considering we come from similar backgrounds, the fact i got all my problems fixed without even doing anything myself must have hurt, even if she might not want to admit it," he commented in a teasing tone of voice, briefly glancing at Rex and Lewis as he spoke.
Curly then pointed out that his copy was holding a copy of her captive in a bird cage, which was a weird thing detail he wasn't sure about the meaning of.
"it's like our host said, her friendship is being held captive," Sans began explaining, turning to Curly with a smile that seemed a little gentler and more genuine than usual, with his tone of voice remaining calm with none of the casual ring to it, "you've been putting a lot of work into making her feel better haven't ya? because of that, you're probably her closest friend here right now and since you've been doing a lot for her just for the sake of making her happy again, she probably associates you with that kind of altruism and empathy." He then began looking forward again, at his copy and specifically the bird cage with him, then letting out a rather melancholic sounding chuckle "i guess she thinks of you the same way i think of caro, except... unlike silanea, instead of resenting people who got lucky, i just started to not care about things as a way to cope."
He then shook his head and began rolling the dice for his perception check.
"either way, don't think this copy is going to be as weak as i am, silanea doesn't know anything about my combat skills, so everything we're gonna see from this guy is gonna be made up." He warned everyone, then listening to Rex's attempt at clearing up his intentions and rolling his eyes as at him, "you keep telling yourself that." he responded in a joking manner, slightly shaking his head.
edited 6th Aug '17 9:57:52 PM by FullMoon
DAY 17-Desert Streets
It only took a few tries of her checking the edible buildings to find one that was unoccupied, and Makoto decided to temporarily claim it as her own. She didn't think it was good for making a base out of, knowing how likely the city was to shift or change, but she only wanted a couple hours’ worth of rest before continuing on.
The abandoned candy garage she pulled into was large enough for her to hide in the back without being seen from the front entrance, even with the door shut. Makoto got off her bike and pulled out her gun, keeping her finger on the trigger in case any creatures or humans were waiting inside for her. A few minutes of investigation were enough to satisfy her, and Makoto tucked herself behind a shelf and tried to relax.
She completely let go of her mental link to her Persona and Anat faded away, taking Makoto’s specialized outfit and her weapons with it. As soon as that was done, the minor injuries and the sensation of being drained hit her fully.
“That was a bad idea,” she hissed, tensing up again. She didn't have any bandages or medicine, so she either had to use magic to heal or wait until later to go to the hospital for supplies. Now that she sat down, she really didn't want to move though.
The permanent food smell in the air was now enough to set off her stomach. Right, she could at least eat something that wasn't the school uniform she was wearing…
“This is so weird…” Makoto picked up a nearby wrench and very gently tried to bite into it. It snapped like it was a cracker and tasted like a biscuit. So everything around here really was edible.
After eating the entire thing along with part of a “cardboard” box, Makoto ended up curled up in the corner she had picked out, unintentionally falling asleep.
DAY 18- Garage to Library
She woke up to a cold sensation on her cheek and grumbled to herself as she got into a sitting position. She hadn't meant to take a nap on the concrete floor, and it had not been comfortable, but at least her injuries had some more time to heal up. And her clothes, to her immense relief, were not candy based.
Makoto was standing up when the change finally sank in. Everything in the garage was now huge and kind of… fake looking compared to her. The shelf was a massive metal tower of ledges, and the toolbox nearby was big enough for her to fit comfortably in if she wanted to. Either the whole damn city had scaled up, or she was now about half a foot tall. More like a little less than six inches, actually…
“What the hell?” As soon as she spoke, Makoto covered her mouth with her hands. Not because she had cursed so casually, but because of how...higher pitched she sounded. This was just humiliating now, but she supposed it made sense if she was proportionally smaller.
With a sigh, Makoto accepted her hopefully temporary fate and started rearranging her plans. Going around the city looking for the guys Riddler wanted her to find wasn't that feasible right now. She should meet with him at the library instead and see what he was up to instead. It was going to take forever to get places now, and she was not looking forward to it.
After praying that whatever force ruled this city wasn't as sadistic as it could be, Makoto regained her Phantom Thief suit and called for her Persona again.
“Please don't still be ten feet tall…” Makoto tore off her mask, and then let out a breath when Anat appeared shrunken as well. Okay, she wasn't completely screwed then. Anat silently reconfigured itself, and Makoto rode through the maze of a garage and out into the larger street.
The desert was gone, and other than the weird toybox aesthetic the city had, it looked okay. Other than it being way too big for her. There were also a bunch of books open on the ground with no discernible pattern. Considering how big they were even compared to Anat, Makoto steered around them. As she attempted to find the library, she passed groups of people that looked her new size. The more interesting part was that some people actually looked unaffected. Just what decided who was or wasn't tiny today?
It felt like she'd done eons of driving when the library came into view, still as large as every other building. It took a lot more force than normal to get the revolving doors to move, and Makoto had to get Anat to shove against them to slip inside easier.
“Are you still in here, Riddler?” She asked, looking around from her much lower perspective. Damn, it'd be a miracle if he could even hear her like this. Out of respect for the library, Anat was walking behind her instead of tracking dirt in on its wheels.
WOAH
Spyro-Hospital-End of Day 17
Spyro and Shenhua's words seemed to get through to Ben, thankfully. As Ben pulled out of his funk, he started coming up with ways to talk to Fastanook about Veela. Spyro, for his part, found a counfly chair, and promptly laid down, curling up like a cat or dog would. It had been a long day, even before Sparx and and him had found themselves in the crazy city. A little rest wasn't out of the picture, tight? Sparx curled up around Spyro's left horn, and the two were out for the day.
Day 18
Spyro awoke with a cat-like stretch yawn and a yawn. Blearirly opening his eyes, he was met with a rather startling sight. At some point during the night, Sparx had fallen from his perch on Spyro's head onto the floor. That, however, was not the most surprising part. The most surprising thing was...
"WOAH," Spyro yelled in surprise at the sight of the roughly 4 foot long dragonfly before him, loud enough that it probably woke up anyone in the lobby who wasn't already awake. "Sparx, what kind of butterflies have you been eating?! You're huge!...by Dragonfly standards, anyways," he said, eyeing up his best buddy.
"I know! Isn't it great! No longer am I just the little guy!" Sparx buzzed excitedly, performing a flip in midair. Spyro couldn't help but shake his head in bemusement. Well, at least Sparx was happy.
"So, I guess this day's theme is...size then? I'm not any bigger or smaller though" Spyro surmised, before noticing the tiny blue armored man wandering across the floor. "Okay, yeah, size day. Right."
edited 6th Aug '17 11:08:38 PM by Dezmo
Spidophile
Library
"Hmm?" Riddler was interrupted from his musings when his newly recruited scout came to find him.
"Ah yes, Queen. I trust you have some information for me? Possibly a rousing tale of combat?" The Riddler asked, continuing to pace as he milled over how to get up and read the boss plaque
edited 8th Aug '17 9:10:01 PM by FantasyLiver
"You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance" - Domingo Montoya Help save the rainforest for free simply by going to Ecosia.org.
"Dear Sticky Note diary, today is rather decidedly strange even by the standards of this City in question." Scribbling into oversized giant sticky note bundle with an old fashioned quill crafted from a dropped feather and dipped in ink that was actually blueberry syrup, the woman narrated openly even as she continued her writings. It took a few minutes longer before everything was done, upon which she simply tacked the sticky thing on the brown wall of her current abode. With that task finished, the woman grunted as she looked over herself with bemusement.
What was formerly a stunning epitome of womanly fitness had now been reduced to the scale of one of those collectable figurines that people hoarded, the ones that were insisted to be not 'toys' despite being such. All of five inches tall, the woman looked up at the formerly crowded box made entirely of overly large waffles pieced together to find it as big as a particularly large lodge. It was quite obviously that somehow she had shrunk, though at this point there was no questioning where the change came from.
The prehistoric day had been oodles of fun after she managed to leave those argumentative downers aside and explored on her own, punching out the non-intelligent smaller dinosaurs before feasting upon their flesh over her campfire. It was hard and chewy, but that only made the flavors pop out all the more since fresh meat was a delicacy to be had in her broccoli exporting kingdom.Could have done with a bit more salt, but it was good for what it was.
The next day had been something different for sure, the things that shouldn't have been eaten turning edible and vice versa. A candy desert and the heat made for a rather disgruntled Vambre on that day since real food couldn't be found anywhere, only baseless sweets and artery clogging junk. Still, one had to eat to fill their stomach so at the very least she went hunting for the food based animals with fruits on them, scavenging the warzone before coming away with several oversized cherries for sustenance since all the food generated by her Magiswords simply turned into plastic.
That made for an acceptable home building material though, allowing the woman to sleep in a waffle themed inedible hut in an empty lot, keeping the weather from bothering her too much while enjoying a respite from the sugar rush. There was nothing to do on such a hot and sticky day so the woman just whiled away the time via playing with her Magisword before exhaustion took over to lull her to sleep... which was where she found herself now, seeing the place edible and much larger to her shrunken ratio.
At the very least she could enjoy herself some decent breakfast considering how much there was as compared to herself, the crisp texture of the waffle filling up her stomach along with the conjured fruits and syrups in question. Topping it all off with a boiled egg for protein meant that the Warrior woman was now quite a bit more chipper than before, especially since she could actually wash herself off with actual water to feel not as sugary and sticky as before.
With that all done, a revitalized Vambre cracked her fingers before letting out a determined grin that split her mouth into a rather large upturned crescent. "Let's. Get. ADVENTURING!" With a whoop of joy, the purple haired woman in a unitard simply summoned forth her Hoversword before stepping on the thing and shooting out the waffle house, using the speed of the thing to make up for her now tiny body. Everywhere she looked was a gigantified child's toybox it seemed, making her feel even more strange than before.
She honestly hoped there was no pesky evil toys running around like those eerie stuffed animals which would stare at you with their beady little eyes. Those things were quite unnerving to say the least. But still, it was the start of a new day and thus there was a possibility for ADVENTURE! "Anyone about? Curse this horribly inefficiently squeaky voice, och!" Sounding like a chipmunk and not liking it one bit, Vambre continued her journey with renewed determination in search of possible adventure.
edited 6th Aug '17 11:39:11 PM by Makaioh
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
I can't say I stayed bitter the whole time. After a while, gliding in silence became boring, but there wasn't anything to say, so the ice stayed firmly in one piece. Sure, there was thinking to myself to keep my mind from numbing, but that was depressing. It didn't matter what I was thinking of, either way I just ended up feeling worse, and ultimately decided being bored out of my skull was preferable to moping. Granted, having something to do was preferable to either of those, but looking down to remind myself what was at stake was enough to make me resist attracting random encounters just to make the walk less monotonous.
God, how long could it take to cross a single valley?
When we got there...sans wasn't hung up about it, but this had to be awkward for him. Maybe Rex too. I wondered if she believed me when I said it wasn't for the shorter skeleton specifically. It might have been the mood I was in, but I wondered if I believed that myself.
On the other hand, I couldn't imagine anyone felt remorse looking at the familiar suited man. Misanthropy, on the other hand...
"I doubt the extinction of any of those things had to do with trust," I mumbled, not wanting to have this debate. Not now, anyway. And honestly, I couldn't think of a better counterargument anyway, least not at the moment.
I just wanted to kill Fake Jackson.
I shook the can on my wrist, debating what attack to use if I didn't fail this particular roll. And giving Rex a look when he complained about the turn-based combat. "Sterile?"
I gave a look at the cage with the indistinct figure, trying to make out who that was supposed to be. It had to be a person if the other one was Curly, right? But I couldn't tell from here...
I took a step forward. "...Tester, right? You mind if I get a better look at that before the turn starts?"
Mary would find, upon waking up, that her friend the alpaca had curled up at the foot of the couch she was sleeping on, assuming of course she was sleeping on a couch at all. It too was asleep, though looked like it was slowly beginning to stir.
That may have had to do with the giant ladybug poking at it in confusion.
i guess you can watch me shitpost i guess
"Oh, this is just wonderful," Arcade groused, "we're going to have to explore the entire carpet just to find all of the clothes we dropped. And I have no way to see! This is... I j-" he cut himself off with a huff and pouted.
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
THE SLORG!
Resentment stopped flipping his coin and stared at Rex after the EVO gave his answer. "wait, you can't be serious. you mean to tell me that you guys had a little fight with each other on the way here?" Resentment asked rhetorically, then started laughing.
Tester remained silent until Lewis asked his question, and would find that he couldn't leave the approximate five square feet of area he was standing; he also found that he actually had two dice to roll now. "You may try, but we have technically exited narrative time, and entered rounds, even though combat has not officially begun" Tester answered, then had one of his screens light up.
10, fail!
"I am sorry, but you may not" Tester then added simply.
Resentment stopped laughing for a moment, wiping a non-existent tear from one of his eyes. "so even though you know what's at stake, even though you're explicitly here to help silanea, you guys still risked messing it all up with harming each other" Resentment said, and chuckled a little more; it was a dry, malevolent chuckle this time. "just goes to show what i'm here to remind silanea of. that no matter what, her life's gonna suck. you guys don't even actually care enough to take this seriously!" he continued, then laughed more loudly, but still just as dry and malevolent; and then, Resentment was surrounded with a golden glow for a moment.
In the billowing pillar of smoke behind Resentment and Distrust, something very large fell down like a meteor and slammed into the cliff that was the edge of the landscape with a crunching of stone and a brief shaking of the land. Standing up now, though they could only really see it from the waist up, was the silhouette of a massive... Child? A human child, seemingly, maybe around ten years old, but also so large that it could probably fit any one of them in the palm of its hand. It turned its head to look at the group; the only features in its silhouette of a head was the eyes and mouth, represented as simply a lack of a silhouette in those areas, giving the impression of them almost glowing brightly by contrast. It smiled at them.
Then, the info on Tester's lit up screen changed again.
Takes level 38 in Luckmancer!
+17 hp!
Earns special ability: Plaything of the Universe!
"Now our odds are even better? Oh-ho man you guys suck!" Distrust commented with a laugh. "Silanea should've known better than to think some humans would actually help her out; as if!" he added, grinning wickedly.
With a snort and a slight jostle, Veela raised her head up and looked around, blinking a few times. "Wha? What's that?" Veela muttered, still looking half asleep.
edited 7th Aug '17 2:46:23 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.
someone
Eve|Mindscape|You Guys Are The Worst (But Hey! Progress!)
Eve raised her head to look at Resentment and Distrust. She tilted her head. "...a job...you're annoying..." she said, still oddly monotone, but a spark of something, even if it was mere annoyance, came into her eyes. She looked at Rex, saying "...no one cares...", before casting her eyes around. "...you...all...talk...too...much..." Eve pulled out her dice and rolled them.
[TOP SECRET]
Just another guy
An Unexpected Arrival I The City Corner
Somewhere around one of the many balconies of the City, a brilliant white light manifested. Within it, a voice came out.
"...In accordance to the summons, we present ourselves- the Servants of Black. Our fates shall be with Yggdmillenia, and our swords shall be your swords."
With the light fading away afterwards, an androgynous-looking boy named Astolfo stood there, announcing himself for all the people around him to hear. Being summoned in the Great Holy Grail War, it was expected of a Servant to at the very least introduce themselves proper to their Masters, and Astolfo was no exception.
... So why the heck can't he detect his Master nearby? Or, for that matter, why is there outlandish-looking people mixing up with random civilian around him and everything around him looked so freakishly huge?
A beat.
"... Hey hey hey, is there a carnival or something here? Hellooooo? Master? Anyone? Anyone theeeere? Heeeeeey!"
Another beat. Nothing seems to be happening around him and he seemed to achieved nothing more than getting a bunch of strange stares from those around him.
"Geez, what the heck?" Either this is just some sort of joke or something had gone terribly wrong with his summoning.
Then again, this could mean he has reign to do whatever he wants until after he met whoever it is that he is supposed to meet.
"... Welp, might as well go see what this place is all about~" He says to himself, his curiosity over his overall situation perking up. After all, he's sure that he won't get into trouble just by sightseeing a little before seeing his Master, right?
And thus, the paladin took his first step into what he'll later come to know as the City, unaware of the sort of adventure that awaits him here.
"A post per day keeps the GMs away!"
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
Gon, previously on Day 17
"We better go and get some sleep. I'm dead tired."
Gon walked off to find the nearest chair propped up against the wall. He found one and got another one and placed it front of him.
The assassin placed the second chair before he sat down on the first chair and propped his legs up.
Not comfy. But I can't get picky.
Gon, on Day 18
Gon yawned after he stretched his arms for the nth time, having some time to catch a good night's sleep.
My butt hurts, but at least I slept okay.
He blinked to check himself and noted that he has his gear back, including the laser rifle Ms. Tairee got for him.
I feel... different somehow.
Gon looked around and saw that the chair he sat on last night suddenly become huge.
Size day? It'll be hard to get around.
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Library
It took a second to make out the form of Riddler near the central desks, and Makoto crossed the relative sea of carpet to get to him. He didn't seem to care about Anat, which was saving her time having to explain her...situation.
“I didn't get to see much before everyone shrank down today, but I think most of the thugs you were telling me about were busy handling the aftermath of the monster we were fighting yesterday.” She didn't know that for sure, but she was just guessing based on what she'd encountered a few hours ago. “I can go back out again now if you want, but it'll take me a long time to get anywhere in the city and return here to tell you anything. Do you have a way I could call you or send you a message?”
Could the now tiny librarian also get them a set of radios or something?
"Makes as much sense as anything" Curly commented before Resentment started again. The arrival of the giant shadow was a little startling, but only served to make Curly more determined to take the battle seriously "You don't have all the information, not that it matters since you're a manifestation of a distorted view of reality. Silanea is stronger than that, she just needs a little help remembering right now" she told the Luckmancer firmly.
Reaching instinctively for the pocket she usually kept her spur in, Curly whispered "TESTER, free action: Charge Spur" in hopes of getting an attack ready before combat rounds started, then glanced at Lewis and casually asked "Lewis, in your experience, what would you say the chances are that this fake has around five hundred seventy-four hitpoints?"
For the Horde!
Ben glanced over at Simon, who had offered his jacket. Ben shook his head.
"Thanks, man, but this'll have to wait until morning. It's getting late," he responded. At this point, Veela started going on a giant explanation about all the things he would need to know. He tried to take it in but his eyes glazed over slightly. She finished, saying if he had any questions they would have to wait until morning.
He wasn't sure if he would be able to remember all this until morning.
Regardless, he pressed the button on his belt, and with a red flash he transformed back into Ben. Ben too curled up on a nearby set of chairs. It was uncomfortable but he soon managed to drift off.
Ben sat up, yawning, sore from having to sleep on hairs. He looked around, at first glance no one was here except Veela and— a giant bug!
Ben yelped, and soon afterwards Ben heard a tiny yelp from nearby the giant bug. Veela shot up as well. Ben looked around.
"Guys? Where'd everyone go?!" he exclaimed. His eyes focused, noticing the 'giant bug' was actually Spyro's friend Sparx. "And why's Sparx so humongous?!"
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.
2 Spooky 4 U
Kamina told Shenhua, "Gunmen like Gurren and Lagann are common back home! You see, we steal them from the Beastmen bastards that keep humans underground and use them to fight back! Well, that's how Gurren came to be. Lagann was found by Simon while digging. Finders keepers, you know?"
Simon said "Oh..." and put his jacket back on. Kamina did the same thing with his wrap. The two would then sleep on the lobby chairs soon after.
The two awoke with a start, Spyro's reaction to big Sparx being more than enough to wake up the now tiny Kamina and Simon. Simon let out a squeaky scream and then said in utter terror "Bro, it's a GIANT BEASTMAN!!" and Kamina reply with, "Hey Simon, what's up with your voice? HEY, WHAT'S UP WITH MY VOICE!?"
The two then started to look around and Ben was big and Spyro was big too! "Ben! Down here!" yelled Kamina to the giant boy.
edited 7th Aug '17 10:54:51 AM by LightToAll
I just want to help!
"All right, step one, don't panic. The other Wardens and I have found tiny little trinkets lost in the whole of the world before so finding some tiny clothing in the room won't be the worst project I've ever embarked on. Second..."
Before he could continue, there was a sudden, rather deep meoowrrr from the door, and some rattling, as though something were trying to make its way inside. Anders paused, glancing over at the door. "...Ser Pounce?"
There was another, rather deep and concerned sounding MEW, before there was another thud and a sort of crack, and the door slowly eased open, apparently minus the latch on the inside of it. Nudging it open further with his head came a...rather large, rather bewildered-looking kitten, with audible soft thuds as he came across the floor to the bed, yowling at them again.
"...well, good news, Arcade, I think we'll be able to get off the bed."
"Wow, you guys are *urp* kinda shit in the travelling buddy department," muttered Rick as the group crested the ridge and stared down at...
"Oh, fucking hell," Rick grumbled as he squinted at the familiar faces awaiting them. "Him again?" Rick looked from the not!Sans to the, er.... is!Sans to his right as he tried to piece it together. "So I guess you have a history with one another, or something, huh."
"Rick, you're not being productive."
"I mean," Rick gave a slightly awed chuckle and slugged back another shot, "hoh-hoh-hoooh, boy, I mean, Christ, you gotta have fucked up pretty badly for her subconscious to create an effigy of you to embody her *urp* her numerouslURGHatent trust issues."
Morty sighed and rolled his eyes. "Rick..."
"Look, I mean - c'mere, group huddle, huddle up- are we sure we want to go through with this?" he asked, sotto voce so that neither of the twin evils they were facing could possibly hear.
"Oh jeez, Rick, w-what are you talking about? This really isn't the time for-"
"Well all I'm saying is that a *urp* healthy distrust of the human race is probably a good thing you wanna keep around," said Rick, casting a furtive glance at the shadowy doppelgangers lurking in the crater behind them. "I mean, to be brutally honest with you, we kind of - we - humans, that is, we kind of did a shit job with the whole 'civilization' thing."
"Rick, we've come this far, we're not going to-"
"You know who else trusted humanity, Morty?" snapped Rick. "The dodo bird." Rick mimed throwing dice in a way that could only be described as 'sarcastic', insofar as that applied to pretend tabletop gaming. "Oooooh, let's go remove her totally unfounded fear of the backwards race that *urp* casually murders people because a book tells them to and will probably eventually *uuurp* invent talk radio if-if they don't all die because they haven't learned how to properly dispose of their own shit yet! Oooh, we're a - a- a- bunch of real... heroic do-gooders! Let's just- just bring back her entire species and plop them down in the woods to get horribly murdered again by some other crazy... knight crusaders or something!""
"Rick we're not doing this, just - just roll the dice!"
"Dodo bird," said Rick as he sullenly threw the dice, followed by Morty. "Falkland Island wolves. Moa. Those... tortoises in the Galapagos islands."
edited 6th Aug '17 9:01:25 PM by Locoman