Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
9S, sandship, to Maria and the goon. Helping the old lady cross the ship.
The android, for all his faults, was perfectly aware of the fact that he didn't particularly inspire intimidation or fear (at least if his opponents didn't know who he was, anyway). So while part of him wanted to be flattered when the man screamed and jumped off, the rest of him decided it would be a good idea to be ANYWHERE but there.
"Crap, move!" He reached over and grabbed the kindly crone by the wrist, dragging them both far off to the side with a powerful charge as the sled crashed into the ship.
Thankfully, they were actually a decent distance away from the sled and the ensuing damage, so weren't in much danger. Nonetheless, he didn't dare move off until things stopped shaking.
"Well, that was...dramatic. Your friends sure are reckless, aren't they?" He glanced at the crone intently, making sure she was alright. "Sorry about that. Hope I didn't hurt your wrist or anything..."
The roar of the hunter made him sigh. "I'll take that as a no from you, I guess..." Whirling around, his face flashed with true anger for the first time as he realized the man was intent on attacking the crone. Not likely, while he was there. The android simply shoved his hand towards the oncoming attacker. The large, cleaver like sword on his back flung out quickly and heavily, in an arc to take it into the man's stomach with sickening force.
edited 3rd Feb '18 6:34:23 PM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Van, Living Room
Being that it was obvious their hat-topped friend was out of sorts due to being woken up early, and feeling a little bad for allowing Armani to make it so in the first place, the sun goddess did the right thing and gently caught Polly by the shoulder just as she was getting to the couch. Smiling brightly and looking carefully into the girl's eyes for any sign of understanding, she gave a short wave with her free hand, then put a hand to her own chest, followed by pointing to the baker herself.
"Good morning! We are Amaterasu, but you can call us Ammy! What is your name, dear?"
edited 3rd Feb '18 8:21:18 PM by darksidevoid
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
A dogged fellow, aren't we?
Lucina - Gathering hall
Lucina blinked and opened her mouth, then cocked her head and closed it, turning Tessa's elaboration over in her head. The fact that she was soon hearing Will's voice from the other woman's mouth certainly confirmed the matter - no doubt another technological marvel from a more advanced world. She tucked that question away with teh many others she would need to ask someone, at some point, and deeling more than a little awkward, leaned in to speak in slightly hushed tones.
"Thank you for your reply, Ser Aryl." She began, folding her hands in front of her. "Earlier you told us that the humans and monsters in this world were on good terms. Does this mean that we can communicate directly with them ourselves? We hope to enlist the monsters aid in tracking down Bullfango Bill, so information on any diplomatic conventions or ceremonies we might need would be most helpful."
edited 3rd Feb '18 9:47:35 PM by LittleMako
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
While she didn't get an answer, Lapis didn't look too concerned about that. Mostly because she seemed to be more absorbed in watching the sleigh go into a tailspin.
Also that a very small dog had boarded it prior to that point.
Said dog, miraculously, had managed to avoid being thrown to the sands below despite its very tiny stature and indeed was only removed from the vehicle by way of jumping off just before the sleigh was ripped to shreds and took a fair amount of its target with it. He shook to clear the disorientation, and then ran for the leg of the dude with the axe.
Back on the caravan ship, Lapis was laying a cautious hand on her cooler, eying the showdown and noting the mohran diving to make an ominous approach.
Despite the captain not seeming to piece together or respond to whatever Perry was trying to say, the platypus didn't show any signs of annoyance at being seemingly ignored. Perhaps he was asking the same thing as Ragna...? He gave a grim nod, turning back to the not-T-rex for a moment before looking through the contents of his hat. Cards, wallet, scissors...he seemed to regret not having more stuff on hand, from the disappointed way he eyed the hat afterward.
"Alright, I'm back," then interrupted said platypus's returning partner. "and I have good news and bad news. The good news is nobody was seriously injured. Bad news is that obviously we are still stuck! And, I don't know if you've noticed this, but it sounds suspiiiiously like a giant robot, don't you think? Though, I guess a lot of you have never heard a giant robot before, if you even know what robots are...if you don't, they're these machines made of metal that move around and—"
Perry nudged him in the side.
"Right, right, focusing. Thank you, Perry the Platypus. Anyway, it's a very sinister noise and we should probably be worried about it so if we're going to help the poor dinosaur we might want to do it quick," Doof continued, as Perry, raising his grappling hook, looked up trying to find a stable outcrop or similar to hook onto. "Preferably in a way that doesn't get any of us horribly impaled."
The martial artist looked down. "Man, I wish I brought my toolbox. I think I could cook something up with some scrap metal if I did."
edited 4th Feb '18 2:08:58 PM by Oceanstuck
i guess you can watch me shitpost i guess
Before they got to Fox, Lady suddenly jumped in front of her before she did anything hasty, holding up her hands in front of her.
"Woh, hold on a second! We found her on the side of the road like this, she's not dead, someone just knocked her out!"
She conveniently avoided the fact that it was in fact her who knocked her out with a rocket. Somehow she doubted that would endear them to her.
"We searched her, looking to see if we could figure out who she was, who might know her, and found a paper with an address in this area on it. So, you know her? You work for her?"
Suffice it to say, when the crew driving the ship was idiotic enough to drive right into a giant hole in the ground and get them all trapped, Velvet was livid, and had to spend several seconds calming herself enough to regain the ability to rationally speak. Anyone who looked over might note that the handhold where she had been standing was now crushed beyond any hope of repair from her enraged grip. She turned and walked over as everyone discussed what to do.
"You're wasting your time trying to free it." She said. "Even if you somehow manage to get the spikes out without getting yourselves killed, and assuming it doesn't try to eat you in a blind rage, I know I would, it's probably going to bleed out in agonizing pain once you yank those things out, or die of an infection or something. Besides, how the hell would you get it out of the hole, carry it? The quickest and most painless thing to do for it is probably to kill it and end its suffering."
As she spoke, Velvet made use of her mental connection with a particular pink haired knight.
Hey, I need you to make yourself useful. A bunch of idiots who don't know how to drive a ship drove us headfirst into a giant spiked hole. I need you to get over here with a way to get us out of here. Bring a rope or some other way to get us out with you. Got it?
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
Armani, van, to Polly. A heartwarming reunion
"Uhhh... do I really have to go to... huh?"
Armani rolled his eyes as the girl stirred, standing to give her space. "Yes miss baker, sorry to say but it's a school day. You've already missed the last three, so don't make me get the water."
Stretching as the sleepy girl slowly stood with her pillow, Armani opened his mouth to start asking her questions. Unfortunately for him and his sanity, he took that opportunity to get his first good look at his face.
Turns out, he realized to his infinite horror, he actually DID recognize her faint scent from somewhere.
"You're back early... so how'd it go? Did you find h—"
"OH GODS, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Armani shouted, gripping the sides of his head with both hands. Moonlight began to pool out of his skin like dense mist with every flustered, disbelieving word. "YOU...YOU..." He threw his hand forward and pointed at her accusingly. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
edited 4th Feb '18 1:36:34 PM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
The Mighty Pen
Tali'Zorah - Chasm - Hostiles Inbound
Tali swore under her breath as the rumbling sound appeared and rapidly grew louer. And of course, there's a time crunch. Why not? Well, if whatever's coming has got electronics, I could hack it. Probably not, though. I should start carrying around that grappling hook more often, because I could really use it right now.
"If it's angry, then hopefully it'll go for whatever's coming and not for us," she snapped at Velet. "And if it dies, then maybe we can use the distraction. So unless you want to take your chances on whoever set this trap being friendly, start getting it free!" She whirled on Doof.
"Just hook the end of your line on the side of the ship and we can rappel down. Or is it not long enough?"
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
The water element normally wouldn't have done anything to the Ceanataur in question considering that it was an aquatic life form with an affinity for said element, but most of the time such attacks were spread about a much larger and rougher area. Hitting just at the joint that connected orb to stalk by sheer luck, the thing's remaining eye was popped off like a cork from a wine bottle....
And that pretty much meant the beast went mad with berserk fury. The claws that unfolded began to whet itself over the hard shell, sparks flying until the rust covered blades revealed a silvery blue gleam that looked metallic in hue. Scuttling towards the group's rough location, the thing rapidly began to swing its appendages in wild but wide sweeping arcs to try to tag the nuisances that wounded it so.
"Oh yeah, I got a way to get you out. Sorta running away from a giant enemy crab right now though so it might take a smidge before we get there though." Responding back to Velvet with his usual cheer that was oddly enough tinged with nervousness, the paladin threw himself towards the crab with his shield to block one of the blows... and promptly got flung to the ground where he bounced a couple of times due to the fact he wasn't really that strong for a Servant.
"Master says we should hurry up and get over to where they are since they're stuck in a hole." Rolling backwards while rubbing his now bleeding nose, the pink haired youth tsked while looking at Tucker.'s grenade with interest "We gonna go cause a big boom?"
"Uhhh, anyone speak monster? Maybe we can tell it that we'll get it out of here if we can hitch a ride. Otherwise we might need to knock it out cold somehow." Still feeling sorry for the giant thing and doing her best to not shoot the dinosaur to put it out of its misery, the pigtailed girl turned her attention skywards at the presence of the strange noise. "...Didn't that Will guy say that Bullfango Bill and his cronies had a skyship or somethin'?"
"Just because I said they had an airship doesn't mean that they might show up on any old vehicle that sails in the sky. Still if something's coming towards the trapped monster, there might be a certain possibility of such." The controller's tone emitting from the nearby radios was somewhat neutral, as though he wasn't really holding his breath that things were done so easily but at the same time not quite jaded enough to disregard a miracle.
"Communications with monsters are possible though it varies on a case by case basis. The most intelligent monsters tend to be the most dangerous ones in any case since the more powerful ones are the smarter ones in this land. It's a risky endeavor in and of itself, with the fact that the Hunter's antics making the parents understandably wary about approaching hominids in and of itself. If the locals know of any such wyverns that are okay with a meeting, then I shall try my best to facilitate communications." Will's answer was pretty darn pragmatic and full of cold water, though at least it had possible hope for the future.
edited 5th Feb '18 11:18:23 PM by Makaioh
Vampire Hunter
Carmilla & Sypha, Val Habar Slums
As the two vampiresses followed Fox and Lady, they remained silent although they kept an eye on the thief. Eventually, they came to the Val Habar Slums to find Jessie the thief's gang who instantly though Jessie was dead and were ready to fight. It was a rather pitiful gang consisting of a drunk man and oddly enough, adorable little catpeople like the two they had met before.
"She's not dead, you drunkards!" Carmilla yelled at them, backing up Lady's story. "We found her like this."
Carmilla got into a defensive position, while Sypha took Jessie off of Fox's back and onto her own before readying her staff in anticipation of battle, but hoping they would hold off on it.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
30% Petrify
Griffith and Maria
How about that? These people didn't die even when you opened up their throat. Certainly one reason as to why someone could even face the monsters like the one the pirates were chasing. Thankfully, the incoming sleigh was enough to deal with that man, leaving Griffith to deal with the remaining ones.
That would presumably leave the one currently swinging his axe at the old crone. She and 9S had just escaped from the crashing sleigh - needlessly, Griffith observed, since there was a fair distance between where Maria landed and where Santa's craft ended its life - but it seemed the newcomer seemed to think the old crone needed any help. Granted, seeing her off the wheelchair was less surprising than he thought it would be.
"I came with that sleigh, young man. I'm tougher than I may look." Maria chuckled, not that much frazzled by his intervention. "But it's nice of you to care for the oldtimer like myself." Unfortunately, 9S seemed determined to fight for her. "But do try not to kill him. Looks like he's the only one left." It seemed the young man had it, so she decided on doing the next most important thing - making sure the little doggy was fine. "Shiriku! Over here, boy!" She leaned down and beckoned the surprise passenger of their suicidal sleigh slide over to herself. There was no need for him to get in trouble.
Seeing as the situation was being handled smoothly enough, Griffith turned to looking for something like an entrance to the deck below, to see if there were any stragglers left or perhaps if there was any info about these hunters' allegiances to Bullfango anywhere.
Big Grah
For Santa, this meant unknowable damage in toys and undoubtedly damage to her sleigh, which she'd have to get towed out of the sand...wherever it landed. If that giant sand dragon thing dared to batter it further, it was next on her list. Those reverse scales were going to make her a fortune.
But first...these guys. Once she was fully awake.
When that happened, the situation abovedeck was closer to over than it wasn't, so Santa went for a two-pronged assault alongside Griffith. That is, she was going to just start slashing the deck until she got through the next one, so she could kill everyone on board.
Doing what came natural to her, she pulled out both of her revolvers and fired two shots, both at the feet of these cute killer cats instead of actually assaulting them like she did that woman. "HEY! Yer boss ain't dead, you stinkin' banditos! Jus' sleepin'!"
Getting that she was going to be superslammed very soon (but not exactly a fallaway moonsault, more like a backbreaker or something), Susan stumbled in a way that would angle herself just right, and also keep her horns from poking his eye out or something when he landed.
Annoyed Mode: ON
Despite her reduced awareness, Polly was able to interpret... something out of Amaterasu's request, giving her a quick nod and pointing to the couch briefly.
"Sure, you can have half..." she replied with a deep yawn. "I'll let you pick..."
In the meantime, the other woman, who had a rather deep voice for a woman, got rather... angry. And yelly. And glowy. Those characteristics would not have caught the young baker's attention... had something within her not recognized them from someone else. Someone from the past. Someone she... knew before she got pulled into those universe-travelling shenanigans.
Nonetheless, she rubbed her own eyes several times, and began to alternate between looking at the red-haired... man(?) and its fox-eared companion. And suddenly it all clicked.
"....oooohhh," she exclaimed, suddenly gaining significantly more understanding about her current situation. "You're both new here... of course... hang on." she shook her head vehemently for several seconds in order to increase her awareness levels, after which she addressed the duo again, this time with a big smile on her face. "Right. So... what would you like me to explain first? Where we are or why we are here?"
Salute the freedom fairy! ._.7
-Ω, van, to Polly-rumi-
"No no no, don't you think you can deflect me, you weirdly persistent cross universe omnivorous stalker!" I hissed. "You, you..."
She didn't give me anything to work with. I stared at her, my hands clawing and straightening several times over before I screwed my eyes shut and let out a long, long breath.
This was already just spiffing, and I bet it was only going to get better from here. "Fine, Kurumi", I said tersely. I folded my arms. Maybe at least people like her knew when to actually be serious. "Let's put everything aside for approximately two minutes. Start from the beginning, just explain everything. Did more nomads decide they didn't learn the lesson the first time? Giant spaghetti monster feeling up for a road trip but didn't have any friends? International psycho prison finally come calling for you, but you begged them for a night light so they got me and Ammy too? I'm simply awash with the possibilities."
edited 7th Feb '18 10:35:21 PM by tvtropesnoob
"Your Sig is now charmingly out of date" — Vox, 7/6/2016
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Van, Living Room
How wonderful that their new friend had understood so quickly what was going on, in spite of being so drowsy. They had just met, of course, but anybody who so readily offered to let a stranger take part of her sleeping space was a friend in Ammy's book! Really, though, her other new friend was being just a tad overdramatic about the whole affair. The lightshow he was putting on was quite interesting, however. Moonlight, hm?
"Remember, that one may come from another universe than where you recognize her from."
Unfortunately, putting forth "why" or "where" questions was kind of difficult to do in mime, so she settled for pointing toward the floor, tilting her head, and letting out a curious noise that sounded something like "Eh?"
A dogged fellow, aren't we?
Lucina - Gathering hall - Moving right along
"I see. Thank you again, Ser Aryl, we will contact you once we've found a monster to talk to." Lucina bowed her head slightly, then leaned back in her chair and frowned in thought, idly rubbing one ear-tip between thumb and forefinger.
"Of course, the monsters would be wary of humans after Bill's rampages... I had not considered that..." She mused, staring through the table-top, mind elsewhere. Then, shaking her head, she pushed herself forward again and looked at her companions. "We can worry about that once we're on the road. For now. we must press on, my friends!"
Getting to her feet, she urged Noire and Tessa towards the door, firmly rebuffing any attempts to order more drinks and/or engage them in flirtation, and outlining her plan...
Some time later, the trio found themselves back at a familiar arena, having tracked a source of "electro-magnetic emissions" to one of their comrades. On the way, Lucina had politely asked around if there were any known intelligent and friendly in the area, and once they met up with Susan she'd explain their plan again. The taguel girl radiating an air of commanding confidence as she spoke, in the face of the townsfolk's' inevitable doubts, now that the time for curious wanderings had passed.
edited 10th Feb '18 2:01:02 AM by LittleMako
Noire- Gathering Hall
"Oh, thanks." Noire was at least happy she wasn't offended. Perhaps she was being too self-concious, well, all Tessa needs to do is give them the communications device and-
"..."
Honestly, Noire should have expected this. One of her investigation partners, and their navigator, is a fairy on a book after all. A robot should have been not much of a stretch.
And yet it was. Was she the most normal one here? Either way, they're next destination was set, so she just asked on the way...
"Um... Tessa, are you a robot?" It was a question more out of conformation than for any other reason. With that, Noire went with the rest of the group to meet with Susan.
Magilou-Poogie Cavern
Critical hit, nice. Now to get out of the way of the rushing shellfish, which Magilou did, getting back to the rest of the group. Seems they would have to go soon, Rider's master was calling, and with him would go her ride to anywhere else.
"Well, let's make this quick then. Got any ideas?" she said, looking at the grenade.
edited 9th Feb '18 5:58:55 PM by Boomer75
The sudden change of scenery came as an outright surprise to the labcoat wearing woman, the very space itself being a very different location from where she was prior. Reorienting her pair of glasses and peering through the lens, the messy haired researcher reached out to touch first the wall and then pinched herself lightly to see if it was a dream brought about by working late into the night once more.
Feeling the tactile sensation most poignantly, a thoughtful hum was let out before her eyes flitted about to see an odd crew of members to be sure, most of them quite young in appearance. To her drastically weakened form, they also had an enticing smell to their persons due to the fact their overall energies seemed to be rather higher than average by a fair margin, though that was soon discounted and repressed as soon as the thought reared itself.
It was a biological function and thus something primal and instinctive, a dark taboo instilled into her very genetic code that made her very ashamed. And yet she knew that suppressing such an urge too much would let another 'monster' grow within her heart once more. Thus a fine balance had to be maintained, where a suitable substitute could be used. Mundane food helped fill the void, animals of lower intellect and mindless beasts more filling and thus also acceptable.
Taking a deep breath and keeping her salivating to an acceptable level, the woman put off social interactions for the moment to calm herself in a more practical manner. The kitchen was soon located and the food replicator soon figured out by her scientific mind, the thing being put to good use as a giant stack of pancakes half her overall height was brought into existence with a heavy dousing of toppings slathered over the hot breakfast items. Mountains of cream dotted berries, rivers of syrup, hunks of half melted butter, and even eggs and bacon wedged in between the layers to produce something out of the average American suburbanite of the 1950's most important meal of the day.
Fork and knife brought out to bear and held in hand, the woman deftly began to cut into her repast and all but tore into the tower with a gusto that a woman her build was not expected to have. It was less a hunger and more the personification of gluttony itself, consuming calories well beyond the daily average of 2000 by many times over.
Stopping in her mad binge only when the sound of silverware hitting china was heard, Android 21 primly dabbed at her mouth with the folded napkin before making herself a cup of hot coffee to wash down the ludicrous amount of mass that disappeared in under a minute. And thus was the crisis averted.
edited 10th Feb '18 1:26:59 AM by Makaioh
"That's right, walk away!" Scott crowed after her, a wide grin splitting his face. Yet even as he watched Velvet leave, the itch to attack anyway was strong. It would be easy. Just dash up behind and stab her with his sword...
A sudden figure flashed into view between the two, unseen by all except Scott. Their eyes met, familiar in appearance, and his heart skipped a beat. But, the figure was gone just as quickly as it had come; Leaving the man almost wondering if he had actually seen anything. He knew though. Part of him could just feel it. He was so put off by it, he didn't even put up any fuss when Ranma lead him to the ship.
When the ship dropped, the already unsteady Canadian hit the deck hard. Groaning, he staggered towards the side of it, wondering what the hell had happened. Rubbing his head, Scott peered over and spotted the trees and pinned dinosaur. He whistled, and called out loud. "Geez, that T-Rex looks messed up. Think we'd get some good EXP from it anyway?"
It can be difficult to describe what it is like to have what amounts to a sixth sense for the space around you and then be suddenly and forcibly teleported to a completely different place. It is like being aware of the world around you being ripped away and replaced in an instant. Dizzy really doesn't being to describe it, but that was what Puru was feeling at this very moment. She appeared in one of the white halls of the van and almost immediately started to fall. It was only thanks to the timely intervention of the wall that she didn't hit the floor immediately. Instead she braced herself on the only physical object she was aware of at this moment as her mind did backflips in her head.
Sliding down the wall to a sitting position, Puru grabbed her head as she took deep breaths to try and stabilize herself. She didn't recognize any of her surroundings. There wasn't nearly enough rust or clutter to be the ship she was on a moment ago. Head still swimming, the young cyber-newtype looked down either end of the hallway, but didn't see anyone. She could feel people, but couldn't make out anything about them at this time. She'd have to investigate, but only after she regained her ability to stand. For now, she could only sit in the hall and grumble, hoping that this was just a bad dream.
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Tucker - A Little More Quiet; Poogienapping Cavern
"I was thinking more something like this."
Tucker threw the grenade... deep into the cave system, making sure it smashed loudly off walls and floor alike, but never quite going out of sight. He raised a finger to his helmet, signalling for silence, and would lead two others in creeping silently out of the cave.
He hoped the sound of the grenade clanking off of several surfaces would convince the Asshole Crab they were off in that direction, rather than sneaking towards the entrance, thanks to it's newfound blindness.
Desert Carnage
There was nobody else inside the sandship, Griffith would discover. In fact, there wasn't much stuff at all. The ship seemed to be... new. It lacked any signs of being lived-in for long, and appeared more like some people had moved in some belongings quickly and thrown them around. There were several chests filled with assorted food, drinks, potions, and seasonings. There were also four beds, some miscellaneous books, and... a table with a big pile of money.Santa also found nobody alive. Just a lot of harpoons, mixed into the wood as she tore the ship apart. Or rather, no person, as she found an adorable pig wearing striped pajamas, just cowering away underneath some fallen planks.
The man with the axe rolled into the incoming sword attack with a grunt, still charging forward with an angry and loud shout. He rolled his shoulder to direct the monstrous momentum from his axe in a circle, throwing a wide horizontal slash at 9S and Maria. Literally throwing it, as he let go of the weapon to send it on a crash-course towards them, and instead started cursing at the little dog who was tripping him up by going for his legs.
The big monster slowly got closer to the ships, lurking around curiously.
Everwood Trap Hole
"We've got all the rope you'd need in the cargo hold," the Captain helpfully said to Tali, overhearing her conversation. He pointed to the exact location with his finger. "And we've got some basic tools and scrap lying around if you think it'd help," he added to Doof.Considering the sheer amount of logs embedded in the cavern walls, there were practically unlimited places Perry could hook his grapple to.
All the while, the rumbling grew in intensity as it approached, with what started as an annoying warble in the distance turning into an incredibly loud sound like a large and unmuffled engine. Until all of a sudden - it stopped.
Val Habar Slums
"Say what? Oh, well... thanks?" the man said, coming back out of the building with a big stick, and no longer quite sure how to react. He tried to awkwardly lean the stick against the wall since it seemed like he wasn't going to need to use it. "Was wondering where she was at. Everyone knows the boss lady."All of the approaching cats slowed down, eventually stopping to listen as well. With a shrug, some of them started to mosey away, while a few stood there, just... thinking.
"Wha..." on Sypha's shoulder, the so-called 'Jessie' stirred. She started thrashing wildly at the ropes binding her, buckling like a raging bull. "You idiots, KILL THEM!"
The Arena - Susan
"Ohhh... okay?" Rangerous said, not particularly sure. Still, he was a true showman, and Susan insisted that the show must go on. Which was how he wound up performing something akin to a backflip combined with a backbreaker. The crowd went crazy - or at least as wild as a midday crowd could - and eventually after Susan 'lost' the referee came down and called the match for the 'winner' of the 'real' 'fight'."THIS TOWN BELONGS TO RANGEROUS! NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU!" the crowd booed at Rangerous, and some of them started to chant Susan's name, which the others started to join in on repeating. Well, not exactly Susan. Between the various accents and states of inebriation, it seemed like they were cheering for "Shkelenko." Close enough?
After all the requisite showboating was over they were backstage, Rangerous letting out a sigh and wiping at his brow. He picked up a water bottle - more like a glass jar, really - and handed it to Susan before drinking from his own. He used his other hand to wipe at his brow.
"Well I'll be, you're a natural at this," he said to Susan, now able to speak at a conversational level instead of being forced to speak in hushed whispers when using his 'real' voice. "I can't remember the last time the crowd got worked up like that, bet we'll get paid extra." He blinked, then slapped his knee. "Oh, that's right, on your way out you should stop by the front gate to pick up your pay. And then there's..." He reached up to his neck and pulled off the amulet, setting it down on a table. "This. Sorry I took it, I found it in the dirt and thought it looked nice. But at least you got it back, right?"
"By the way," he added. "Killer costume. You going to come back sometime?"
On the Way to the Arena - Everyone Else I Guess
On they way to the Arena, the random people Lucina spoke to had different ideas about what made for an intelligent monster. Quite a few seemed to just give their opinion on what farm monsters were tastiest - Mosswines and Larinoths, apparently - but a few more-informed citizens offered their two zenny.One lady mentioned a large owl-like monster known as a Malfestio and lived in the woods, while a big flying wyvern monster of some sort called a Seregios lived in the dunes of the desert.
Tessa - Gathering Hall -> Arena
"Yup!" Tessa said cheerfully to Noire as they left, standing up and once again happy to use her own voice instead of being an impromptu speakerphone and having people whisper into her ear."What gave it away?" she asked, giving Noire a wink.
edited 10th Feb '18 4:44:04 PM by nman
As Lady heard the sounds of their captive waking up, she sighed internally. As the woman started yelling for them to attack, Lady's guns were already being drawn. One hand had an SMG in it, which she pointed at the largest group of targets and started firing. The other hand held her pistol, which she would start using to fire precision shots against anyone not in the main group, with priority going first toward anyone getting close to melee range, then anyone trying to fire from range, then the rest.
"Hey, stupid question!" Lady yelled as she fired. "Why the hell did we bring her with us rather then drop her off at some guard station as a criminal turn in? They might have even paid us for it!"
edited 10th Feb '18 5:02:49 PM by Meanken
Calamity is a housewife
Jack-O', Invading the enemy Sandship
Close behind Santa, Jack-O' watched the purveyor of holiday cheer engage in some extreme vandalism, tearing the deck of the ship to pieces. She wondered if Santa could use some eggnog to chill out after this was over. Previously, she'd been the last one to leap off of the crashing sleigh, letting the thing splinter the ship and lodge itself deep into it. Maybe that was why Santa was so peeved currently.
But at the sight of the little cowering piglet, she tried to put a hand in front of Santa to stop her rampage.
"Hold up!"
She proceeded to step over the rubbish and the debris and approached the little creature, kneeling over to it and lifting the planks off of it.
"Aww. You okay there, little fella?"
Ragna, Everwood Chasm
Ragna wasn't so sure about releasing the monster either, but as it was now, the majority voted for helping to free it. The engine sound suddenly stopped, and a feeling of dread filled her stomach.
"Whatever we're gonna do, we gotta do it fast."
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Val Habar Slums
One of the cats went down in a barrage of gunfire, his little kitten-person body being peppered with bullets and dropping him dead. As the rest of the cats swarmed the group, one of them lifted up a tiny little sword and took a running leap at Lady, holding the weapon out ahead of itself.All around the doors and windows started shutting, curtains were drawn, and
"Uhhh... do I really have to go to... huh?"
Judging by the tiredness in her voice, it was evident that the still sleepy Polly did not really feel like going... wherever it was she had thought she had to go. However, that tiredness in her voice did not mask her confusion upon seeing the duo standing there with her. One of them in particular felt somewhat familiar, as if she had met that individual before...
Unfortunately, her sleep-deprived state did not favor her face recognition skills, so she completely failed to recognize who she was actually talking to. She was well aware of this, so she simply assumed they were part of the group that had left earlier. So she stood up, pillow in hand, and proceeded to make her way to the couch while she spoke.
"Ah, hey girls..." the baker greeted the duo, completely unaware that one of them was in fact a man and they were both strangers. "You're back early... so how'd it go? Did you find him?"
edited 3rd Feb '18 6:12:35 PM by Katarsus