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Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-09-2016
A smirk appeared on the Spirit face, he was almost free. He could almost feel the fresh air on his skin and the cold brisk sea hitting his face. He again spoke to the heroes.
"Yes Heroes! You are victorious! It seems my warning was indeed correct, the flood has occurred! However, none of you are injured. Unfortunately, I sense the magic gathering above me. I would heavily suggest you leave the temple space. I hope you are all alright and may you assist one another in killing these guardians."
As his voice died down he smiled. Fresh air soon.
Quote: New Phase, Starvation has hit all primes who have not hunted yet.
Floods have hit all spaces next to water and will remain so until the next phase.
A Storm has appeared over the Temple(H8) and all spaces with a radius of 2 will be underneath the effect of the storm. Storms effect- Your character will receive HEAVY damage if they are within the space
The storm will last one phase
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-09-2016
The ground began to float up towards the sky, trees being uprooted before vanishing into thin air. The salt water began to float up into the sky and eventually dissipate. A deer, darting across the crumbling land fell into the void, to suffer salvation and the eternal nothingness. Teucer's voice boomed out.
"Heroes! The piece you freed is slowly releasing it's hold on this Island! Quickly hurry from that land!"
It's begun, the Warlock's hold on this Island was slowly releasing with every Relic gone. Slowly, but surely.
Quote: The Bracer's have been equipped and the Island is now just reacting to the loss in power. A4 to D4 and all spaces above it are now crumbling into nothingness. In 6 hours the land will forever be gone and all primes who move into or stay in it will instantly perish.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Dave Strider - 02-09-2016
Grrrrrrumble
Ryner drooped his arms along his side as he dragged his feet along the forest, groaning along with his stomach.
"Gahhhh, I wish I would have gotten a decent meal instead of this stupid flare thing... soooo hungry..."
The Alpha Stigma lazily shook his fist in the air to demonstrate his disapproval.
"You hear me spirit? I don't care about the flood! Give us something to eat, I'm starv-"
Wait, are those fruit?
The Alpha Stigma paused and looked ahead at a rather large tree. Not that the trees before weren't large, but this was exceptionally large. The mother of all trees. The Keebler elves would even go as far to call it "possible prime real estate". However, Ryner was not concerned with anything like that. The reason why the unmotivated and lazy man was floating over to the tree was because of the bright green and red fruit that grew on its low hanging branches.
Now, there are saying about low hanging branches and not grabbing the fruit of of them, but Ryner had never heard of any of those sayings. Needless to say there wasn't an ounce of hesitation as he reached for a single ripe orb. In the distance, many fauna fed of the same blue rejuvenating fruit, from which the tree gave the gift of life.
Ryner was anxious to join the creatures of the forest as his fingers caressed the soft outer layer of skin of the fruit, until his mind gave off a sharp pain, the curse of the demon inside him screaming.
DESTROY IT. DESTROY THE FRUIT. DESTROY THE TREE. DESTROY THE FOREST. BURN IT ALL. I WILL ERASE IT. JUST LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE.
The Alpha Sitgma roared as he fell to the floor, the curse trying to force control over his body and destroy the life of the tree that gave it. As Ryner fell to the floor, he brought the fruit with him, both making a soft thud before the fruit rolled a few meters away. The Alpha Stigma fought for control over himself as he rolled on the muddy floor, suddenly finding his hand gripping his weapon and aiming at the tree.
Destroy. Erase.
"NO!" Ryner yelled before he forced the gun up, pulling the trigger and shooting a flare high into the sky, shining bright as the sun's last rays of light disappeared into the night.
The two consciousnesses struggled before Ryner saw the fruit within each. It was a long shot but if the demon wanted to destroy the thing, eating it might help him. A shaking hand reached for the red and green swirled orb, before smashing it into his face and mouth. The fleshy blue insides of the fruit splattered across his face as he felt himself calm, resuming control of his body. Whatever this fruit was, it was not only damn delicious, but it kept down the demon inside him.
Perhaps the curse was not as absent as he had hoped, but maybe if he saved a few of these fruits, he might be able to stop himself from hurting himself, or anyone else. After eating a few more fruit to satisfy his grumbling stomach the Alpha Sitgma stored a few more in his cloak and checked his weapon. It appeared to have reloaded its single cartridge. At least he hadn't wasted his shot. However, now anyone nearby will now know his location.
The Alpha Stigma looked out into the distance as he wondered what the consequences of his actions were.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Red - 02-09-2016
The swordsman regretted transforming the turtle into charred dinner, but the rumbling of a Saiyan stomach yearned to be filled. He grabbed the turtle from the bushes, violently decapitated it with his bare hands, started a fire (which took much longer than he'd be willing to admit), and threw the corpse over the flames.
It took over an hour to completely cook—damn thing was over fifteen pounds. The shell collapsed from the body of the turtle in chunks like heavy ash detaching from a cigarette, and slid into the depths of the flame below, exposing the well-done meat underneath. It smelled good, reminding Trunks of chicken almost; but had a rough texture, similar to broiled steak.
He used the nose of his weapon to poke the cooked turtle off of the fire. With his gloved hands, he juggled the island cuisine back and forth, cooling the temperature enough to save the roof of his mouth from blistering burns. He gave it a few blows, and then dived in, eating the belly of the turtle as if it were chicken breast.
A few munches in, the swordsman found himself astonished as too how tasty the amniote was. It had a gamey texture to it, yet also savory. This must have been what it felt like to be Beerus, always discovering new delicacies. It befuddled as to why he hadn't eaten it earlier in life.
* * *
With a freshly filled stomach, the swordsman smeared his foot over the fire, extinguishing the flames under his sole. After tucking his weapon back into his trench-coat, he set his eyes to the south.
Peering through fissures in the canopy, the swordsman could depict a change in landscape. Ahead, looming over the trees ominously like the tall wall of an oppressive jurisdiction, mountains cut into the circulation of forestry. Their snow-capped peaks kissed the cloudy sky.
Such a place was bound to hold a relic, Trunks wagered. Time to see what these Guardians are made of.
As if the swordsman needed a reminder of how annoying Teucer's voice was, the old spirit boomed his voice over the island, again. He spoke frantically, warning Heroes to evacuate specific areas related to relics, and the temple; neither applied to Trunks, so he ignored the message.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Ada Wong - 02-09-2016
Dusky shadows crawled along the edges of his vision, pawing at the unstable earth and leaving deep, liquidy depths where they swept methodically across the field. The clouds above seemed fit to burst, the grey wash of color layering their underbellies promising a good bout of rain. A few veiny streaks of vibrant blood-orange crawled like vines across the grassy landscape, stippled with boggy patches of green where the ground was nothing more than unsound mush.
A distinctly human shape, nothing more than a few loosely hanging limbs wrapped in a dark, flapping shirt, carefully picked its way around those unsteady damp spots. The person’s gait was lopsided, but there was a certain precision to their crookedness. This person, Crowley, had the simultaneously wiry and thin-limbed build of a farm boy, and if he hadn’t been dressed in proper city slicker attire one might have easily mistaken him for one.
Crowley had never worked on a farm in his life. Perhaps his vessel had, but he had acquired it quite a long time ago and couldn’t recall the exact date or reasoning behind his choice in appearance. It was frustrating, because he could remember that there was a time perhaps only a few scant weeks before that he had known, and so he frequently squinted peevishly into the gritty cesspools of buzzing insects and gurgling, fat frogs that dotted the land to try and figure out why.
He could easily see the contours of every pebble beneath the wavering surface, the little puffs of clouded dust that arose whenever a slender, silvery minnow or a crawdad chose that exact moment to abscond. The reflection that peered back at him wasn’t particularly infernal or roguish, save for being devilishly good-looking, and he reasoned that he could easily pass for an ordinary human if he so chose.
But why on earth would he ever want to do that?
The ground, while dampened by swamp water that bulged with globules of wet clay, was solid enough underfoot that Crowley’s shoes did not immediately slip out from under him every two paces. That, unfortunately, had been a regular occurrence in the past hour, but the ground henceforth seemed to be firmly hardened and had to all appearances overcome its beef with Crowley and his fine shoes. It was nice.
Now, if only these blasted flies would quit pestering him. It was like the bloody ten biblical plagues all over again, frogs, flies, and hopefully not any storms of hail and fire. Crowley’s upper lip curled up into a primly disgruntled look as he swatted an annoying buzzing insect away from his ear, the tiny insect whistling away in a tangle of wings and scrambled limbs.
It had taken the demon an astonishingly long time to acknowledge the gnawing hunger stirring in his gut. Needless to say, once he remembered that eating was, in fact, a fairly necessary facet of survival that would keep him comfortable for the remainder of this little venture, Crowley began to openly eye the wheat-colored tufts of grass for any rustling movements.
Having vanished over the horizon long since with the disappearance of the trees, there were no longer any faithful specks of feathered purple fluttering in the air that would present a most satisfactory snack. At least, Crowley didn’t believe so, not until he observed a single lonesome bird perched atop a well-dusted grey-stone boulder, several long, swaying trusses of shining grass obscuring his view.
He felt uproariously silly as he promptly dropped to the earth, knees bent and his arms hugging that disproportionate weapon of his close to his chest. Much like a lion on the Discovery Channel, his shoulders made subtle, languid turns as he proceeded to creep forwards through the waving grass, eyes glittering with unblinking, predacious intent.
Wubwub, the gun murmured, a swinging hum reverberating through his ribs.
“Shut up,” Crowley hissed at it, sifting deftly through the lofty grass blades towards the unsuspecting hummingbird. They had become a relatively snippy and argumentative pair over the past few hours, him and his beauty of a gun. He hadn’t any idea of why it had been given to him of all people, especially when they simply couldn’t get along.
His eyes again swiveled to land on the pinkish-colored creature. It was an odd color. Perhaps radiation? He could see it very clearly now, in any case, and observed it with a disturbing amount of interest as its fuzzy breast puffed up and its beady little eyes twinkled, its entire body thrumming with each heartbeat in minute little twitches.
The soles of his shoes padded softly against the mud and clustered stalks, each sound seeming ridiculously loud in his ears. His hands, the joints of his crooked fingers, trembled with the effort to remain positively still.
A tiny bead of sweat prickled upon his brow as Crowley leaned forwards, assuming a diver’s crouch. Yellow eyes shone against a backdrop of rolling gold, slim pupils contracting into a thin sliver of fixated black.
In a fluid pounce of whistling air and a short-lived protest of frantically flapping wings and a single, desperate peep!, Crowley had seized upon the small bird and crammed its entire skull into his mouth. Crrnch.
“Mmmphff,” he hummed gleefully, every bit the cat who had caught the canary. Little pinpricks of ticklish fuzz ran along the underside of his nose, almost as if he had just sunken his fangs into a pillow filled with downy goose feathers. His jaw worked in slight dragging motions, somewhat unhinged as he jealously hunched over his bite-sized prey.
When he had finished with his meal, Crowley straightened up and took an agitatedly fleeting glance at the cloud of scattered, sad little feathers now speckling the ground. With a flick of his wrist he dispassionately brushed a few stray feathers from his svelte tie, then taking a moment to draw his sleeve over his mouth.
He sniffed a little at the coppery smell of old pennies now coiling in the muggy air around him. Well, then. That hadn’t been in particularly good taste, but beggars can’t be choosers, now can they?
The demon’s eyes swept briefly up towards the clouds meandering forbiddingly overhead, a pensive look narrowing his lips into a thin, meditative line, before he sharply drew his jacket collar up about his ears and stalked off into the slushy fields once more.
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-09-2016
FACE TO FACE
PROTO MAN vs. Jupiter
PROTO MAN vs. Jupiter
Jupiter’s chest rose and fell dramatically, each breath a struggle to be normal one. He leaned on a nearby tree, raising his hand to his chest. He pounded on it, attempting to be able to breathe normally. He turned around to see a small teen donned in red armor. Damnit. Not again. His instincts kicked in once more, he would not lose another fight. He flipped the butterfly knife open and slowly approached the teen, trying to appear menacing in any way possible. He was really hoping the kid would just run away in fear.
The last thing he expected was the kid to dash straight at him. The weight of the Kid was a surprise as Proto Man crashed into his stomach. The Kid’s strength was a huge surprise as Blues pinned his arms down before headbutting straight into Jupiter’s forehead.
Blackness. For a split second his vision went completely black and the taste of blood was prominently in his mouth. A punch came in for his face, causing another blackout in his vision. He smiled a bloody grin at the teen, one of his hands was now free. He raised his knife and plunged it into Blues’ back causing a wince of pain from the teen. Blood spurted from the wound and Blues eyes widened with panic. Jupiter pushed the young man off and got up to his feet ready to fight, woozily, ready to fight once more.
Blues spoke out to the man with a somewhat nervous voice, “I don’t want to fight you.” With that, Jupiter ran back into the forest, hoping to never see that brat again.
[spoiler]
Quote: Jupiters head got bashed and now suffers a minor concussion- Moderate Injury- 4 DMG[/spoiler]
Proto Man got stabbed in the shoulder blade and is now bleeding- Moderate Injury- 3 DMG
Re: Day 1 Evening - Sasuke Uchiha - 02-09-2016
Locate guardians, relieve them of their relic, free Teucer, and return to the Deathchew hunt; seemed simple enough. In fact, the shinobi felt confident, as he strolled through a serene meadow full of furry critters. The gnarly fire and brimstone now behind him by several miles. There really wasn’t any doubt in his mind that he would ever actually be imprisoned here. To the contrary, his only ever gripe with the spirit had been the time it would take to free him. It never even dawned on the shinobi that he might, or could, fail. The Chunin Exams were more than enough preparation for something like this, let alone his experiences in Dante’s Abyss. Not to mention the prizes he won and carried from the Abyss. They weren’t too shabby either. No, Teucer, in his infinite wisdom, had done one thing right. He had chosen Sasuke Uchiha to champion for his freedom.
The ninja took in a deep breath, appreciating the cool air pass through his lungs, a far cry from the hot smolder from before and began advancing his search. At the end of the meadow, a sprawling landscape of slopes, forest, and rivers entangled themselves to the island’s design.
Guardians, the ninja thought, that’s something new. However, before Sasuke could give it much thought, his eyes caught the sight of a movement against the brush.
Poised, the ninja immediately crouched low to conceal himself among the foliage. Able to investigate without revealing himself, Sasuke began to peer through the shrubbery to see what it was. Before he found out, however, his eyes came alive with crimson and gifted him vision of his forthcoming demise. Depicted in his psyche, he felt the salivating, predatory fangs of a wolf, pierce the soft flesh of his throat.
With reflexes that failed to disappoint, Sasuke met the canine head on, removed the spirit ‘s weapon, and lodged it into the maw that sought to take his life. Once, twice, three times the beast’s jaws attempted to crush the obstacle and devour its meal, but to no avail. Fur, dirt, and saliva flew everywhere as the shinobi shifted his weight, cross armed his forearm against the beast’s face, and with the beast's own momentum, transitioned to an elbow guided slam into the dirt.
Freeing his weapon, the ninja wasted little time leaping away from the discombobulated wolf. Though he didn’t create nearly as much distance between them as he had intended, My chakra must be restrained. Lovely. the ninja scoffed.
Appearing to have gained its bearings, the wolf lunged at Sasuke again, but, this time, was met with the blunt…artistic… end of the weapon. Upon collision, the weapon surprised everyone and discharged a single luminescent blast of… Star power? Did it really just shoot stars?
Whatever it was, it clobbered into the wolf and sent it careening across the forest, all the same. This weapon may be of use, after all. the shinobi mused as he gave it a second inspection. His appraisal, however, was cut short by a scene of four or more, just as vicious, just as hungry wolves surrounding him.
“Whoa,” the ninja said with his free hand, palm open, moving very slowly, “easy now.” The ninja gripped his new found weapon tightly in his other hand, anticipating any sudden movement as he continued to retreat, inch by inch.
The alpha in the group barked a thunderous command and Sasuke obeyed, halting his retreat. “Now, listen,” the ninja began, not making any sudden movements, “I do not want to kill you. You just let me go, and find a meal that isn’t so much trouble.”
Behind the pack, whines of the wolf Sasuke had tangled with could be heard, and when the ninja began to slowly recoil again, the pack allowed it. Step by step, the ninja took his leave, grateful to be out of the pack’s territory.
“Wow,” came a familiar voice, “funny running into you here. Making friends already, I see.” Sasuke couldn’t help but smirk when he heard the voice.
“Are you surprised?” the ninja grinned, flashing his famous Uchiha smile, “If you were imprisoned for all of eternity, who would you call on for help?”
“Point taken. I’ll admit it,” the new prime replied with his own confident grin, “I am glad to see you here. Hunting these guardians with you around will be much easier.”
“Good.” Sasuke stated as he placed his palm upon the shoulder of his ally,
“Now, let’s be quick about it. We both have more pressing matters to attend to.”
“Lead the way.” Sasuke’s comrade offered, waving him on with his arm. Taking the lead, the ninja moved at a quick, steady pace.
“Along the way,” the ninja hollered over his shoulder, “You can tell me what happened back at—“
“Aaahhhhhahhh!” a blood-curdling scream, coming from just around the bend interrupted the ninja.
“What was that?” his comrade asked as they both came to a halt to access the sound.
Again the horrid sound shrieked, “AaAAahhhhhgahh!”
“It’s coming from over there.” the shinobi pointed the direction out and headed that way. Whatever it was, it sounded like hell. Like some sort of banshee, or evil creature.
“Are those…” Sasuke’s partner stammered, “Are those goats?”
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-09-2016
FACE TO FACE
MICKEY MOUSE & BELLE VS. WEISS
MICKEY MOUSE & BELLE VS. WEISS
Weiss began yelled out, “Ruby! Ruby where are you?!” Her voice trailed and echoed amongst the hills. Her brows furrowed, if the Spirit wanted her help so badly why did he send her away from her allies! Something about him irked her, she hardly wanted to help the guy that did this to her. “Ruby!”
“Oh hey there!” A voice that sounded abnormally positive called after her. She turned around to see an anthropomorphic mouse and a red headed girl who carried an out of place pink crowbar. “You want to come with us, we’re going to look for some Guardians. Maybe we could work together?” Weiss’ eyes narrowed at the two.
“I don’t care about the Guardians. I want to find Ruby. End of story.” Her voice carried out, maybe a little more aggressive than it should have been. “If you don’t want to help me find her, get out of my way.” She glared at the duo, hoping they’d just leave already.
Mickey frowned, “Well I’m sorry to hear you lost your friend miss but the poor, old spirit has been trapped her for quite a while. I think we can find your friend after we help free him. I’m sure she can take care of herself.” Weiss’ eyes widened in anger, this mouse was annoying her and he certainly didn’t plan on helping.
“No, I must find her! I’m supposed to look out for her! I don’t care about the Spirit!” Weiss charged at the two. The girl with the crowbar stepped in front of Mickey. Easy, she’ll just dash ahead- The pink crowbar made a solid -TWANG- as it made contact with Weiss’ forehead. The momentum send her straight on her back, bruising her spine. The crowbar made another impact with her arm, sending a jolt of pain up her arm. Belle raised the crowbar for the third time before Mickey’s arm held onto her’s.
“We’re not enemies here. Let’s just leave her be. Let’s go.” Mickey turned around and walked in the opposite direction as Weiss lay there and groaned. Something gleamed from out of the White-haired girl’s pocket. Belle bent down and picked it up, it seemed to be a syringe with some green liquid inside of it. It wasn’t much, looked like it was dumped out...but it probably had just enough.
“You coming?!” Mickey shouted back at her. “Yep!” She pocketed the syringe and caught back up to Mickey.
[spoiler]
Quote: Weiss receives a minor concussion and has massive bruising on her arm- Moderate injury- 5 DMG[/spoiler]
Belle picked up the Mystery Syringe
Re: Day 1 Evening - Moon - 02-09-2016
Was it ever going to end? He'd reacted to the teen in the only way seeming safe. Full on attack. Maybe he wouldn't get hurt as bad this time. Damn, was he wrong. He was blacking out at random now, on his path to find someone, anyone who would ally with him. Not able to take much more at this stage. It'd only been one day, though. How sad. How fucking sad. The Spirit was gonna be pissed.
But he kept on the move. If he stopped, he worried that he wouldn't make it through his sleep. At this point, he was desperate to live. Not enough to kill, though. He'd never do that, even if his own life was on the line. But... Maybe he'd have to change that. He had to live through this event. If he didn't, there would be a lack of Jupiter in these lands. Unless what Rubick had told him was actually true. That everyone was reborn.
The sun was sinking down the horizon, and there was a storm brewing above the temple. Added to this, well, the island was breaking apart. The first artefact had apparently been found. Great, someone was walking around with an obscene amount of power already. Maybe it was time to get busy living, or get busy dying.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Belle - 02-09-2016
Quote:Before encountering WeissAfter Mickey finished 'dressing' her wounds, the two of them started walking. It would've been nice to take it easy, to make sure she didn't have a concussion or something, but who knew when the suited man would return? And next time, he might have allies with him.
Belle chewed her lip, gripping the crowbar a little tighter as she stepped over an arching root, following in her companion's overly-large footsteps. She didn't like having to think that way. Surely Mickey was exaggerating when he mentioned how many people would be out for them. Surely their lives were worth more than the chance at some extra bit of power. Unless...
She glanced up, watching as two round ears disappeared behind a bush.
Primes - that was what they were called. Immortal beings granted overwhelming power by the forces that ruled over this universe. She'd heard about them in passing, and very little of it was good. What they seemed to be most well-known for was their performance in bloodsports. Acts of heroism? Those seemed to be few and far between.
"Hey Mickey?" she called.
The anthromorph's head popped back out from behind the bush. "Yeah?"
"Are you a prime?"
The king tilted his head with a grin. "Of course!"
Swell. Well, at least Mickey didn't seem so bad. She had a hard time imagining him getting his pristine white gloves bloody. "And," she said carefully, trying hard to sound casual, "is your friend, that Red Power Ranger guy, a Prime, too?"
The mouse narrowed his eyes at her. Slowly, he stepped back through the brush - towards her. Shit - had she gone over the line somewhere? She backed up, only making it half a step before bumping into a tree. He reached his large hand out -
And put it on her forehead.
"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
She let out a hard breath. "I'm fine," she mumbled, reaching up and gently removing the cartoon mouse's touch.
Mickey chuckled. "If you say so! But obviously we're all Primes." He spread his hands out to the side, palms open with a smile. "Aren't you?"
Again, she felt ice creep through her veins. Shit. "Obviously," she lied through her teeth. Of course they didn't care about killing each other if they were Primes.
This was some kind of sick joke, it had to be. Somewhere, the ruler of Omniverse was having a laugh at her expense.
Her hand clenched around the crowbar. Well, the joke was on it this time. She wasn't the same helpless girl that had been dumped like a piece of trash into Coruscant's bowels. Lady Yuki had helped her realize that. Inside her, she had power - ki, chakra, spiritual energy, whatever you wanted to call it, it was real.
The only problem, a small voice reminded her, was that she'd only just barely begun to learn how to use it.
The mouse was still staring at her. Did he suspect that she wasn't telling the truth? Maybe. She had never been a particularly good liar, either. "It's just, you know," she gestured vaguely, "I haven't had to fight ... that often. Obviously."
She'd have to think of something quick.
"Are you ready to listen, then?" Mickey asked, and smugly held up his precious 'survival guide.' Belle gave him a look, but he had already turned heel, flipping through the pages as he tromped back through the bushes, calling out to her: "Here, I'll make it easy - I'll read while we walk!"
Quote:Some time later...
Belle turned the syringe over in her fingers. It didn't looks like much. What a weird thing to be carrying around, she thought, but then realized that any ghoul that saw fit to gift Mickey Mouse with pornography probably wasn't all that stable to begin with. A syringe might not be even on the top ten of weird shit.
What was inside it, though? That she didn't know, and she was in no hurry to find out. She made doubly sure it was safe before stuffing it into her jacket pocket. Didn't want to get pricked.
She hoped she was right that it was an item from the spirit. She would hate to find out she had taken the girl's insulin, or something. She was cute.
"You didn't do it," Mickey said reproachfully.
"Next time," she sighed. The mouse wasn't going to let up on this, and in fact hadn't shut up about this article or that article since he'd started reading hours ago. How much crap could possibly be in one magazine? "I promise. Next time."
Re: Day 1 Evening - Clownpiece - 02-09-2016
Somerled cast his gaze to the forest around him, left alone after Amaterasu had dove into the thicket to find food. The great kami had the right idea. If her geography was right, then they would soon be free of the forest, and away from one of the more abundant sources of food. Finding food now would be the best option, and the best place to find that just so happened to be all around him.
Throwing his gaze upwards, the monster quickly scanned the foliage above for any signs of movement. Trees were the safe haven for birds, squirrels, raccoons, and the occasional porcupine, amongst others. Fortunately enough, only the former two were actually maneuverable in trees. The latter would just bumble around, easy pickings for a predator like Somerled.
Grabbing hold of the trunk, the storm spirit began hauling himself up the tree, the effort made easy by his inhuman strength. Within seconds, he had pulled himself onto the lowest-hanging branch, the leaves shaking with the branch’s new burden. All around him, life sprang into action as the intruder became known. All the nimble creatures of the canopy fled with all due haste, making quite a ruckus as they made their escape. With no time to waste, the monster’s hands shot up and closed around the next branch, and he heaved himself up, damn near crushing a squirrel that didn’t get the memo as he planted his feet onto this branch.
Now in full panic mode, the furry little woodland gymnast bolted towards the trunk, claws scrabbling at the bark. Somerled knew first-hand that his clumsy, human-like agility would be no match for the king of the trees. No matter how much he would roll and burst, the speedy rodent would always be one step ahead. Instead of grabbing at the squirrel that he’d have no chance to catch, he rotated his torso and gripped the end of the branch that tottered over the forest floor. With a mighty heave, the branch gave away in a resounding CRACK, and he whipped his improvised weapon around powerfully, the tip shattering apart as it crashed through the other branches all around.
CRACK
The sound of exploding wood once again burst into existence as the branch smashed against the tree, the already-fractured end spinning off with force further into the forest. A high-pitched squeal was cut short with the strike, the squirrel completely and thoroughly squashed by the high powered impact. It’s body tumbled lifelessly to the ground below. Somerled himself was also thrown off by the power of his swing. His feet were torn off the branch he was perched on, his body spun by the momentum.
For a very brief moment, the monster felt weightless as he began plummeting from the tree. This wasn’t a feeling he wanted to enjoy, however, because it would only result in a broken and bloody body. His hand shot towards the nearest branch to him, and it met its mark. His vision jolted as the momentum kept him going, arm ripped free from the branch, and his body met the forest floor.
“Fuck...” Somerled wheezed, breath forcefully expelled from the fall. To say that was a terrible move would be an understatement. Just why did he need to utterly annihilate a fucking squirrel with that much goddamn force? He could have held back so much strength there and still would have had it. “Fuck.” he repeated quietly.
Footsteps crunched outside of the monster’s line of sight, coming to a stop not too far away. Quickly sitting up in case it was an enemy, Somerled shot his head around to the source of the noise.
“Oh, welcome back!” he greeted, voice lively despite his recent fall. The great kami had returned from her foraging, sleeves full of various fruits. She glanced down in slight surprise, probably not having expected him to pop up from the ground.
“Have you had any luck finding something to eat?” She asked. While he doubted it was her intention, Somerled realised that just laying there probably didn’t give the best impression.
“There’s a squirrel somewhere in that direction,” he answered, intending to point towards the tree he had just so ungracefully fallen out of. As it was, his arm was being stupid and didn’t listen to his orders. “Well that’s not good...” the storm spirit muttered, looking back down at his arms. He couldn’t see a whole lot concerning his arms with his coat in the way, but judging by the gratuitous amounts of red now staining his hands and the white of his coat, the diagnosis probably wasn’t good.
Wriggling his bum arm free from the jacket, Somerled got a much better look at it. There was a new bump where there shouldn’t be one. “Hands torn all to shit, shoulder dislocated. Glad I can’t feel this. That’d suck.” The shoulder was a priority. Once that was taken care of, then he could bandage his hands up with shreds of his coat, if only to stop infection. It wasn’t like he was gonna bleed out from a hand wound. He looked back up at Amaterasu. “Wanna help me reset this thing?”
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-09-2016
FACE TO FACE
JAK MAR VS. ORIHIME, VICTOR, & SASUKE
JAK MAR VS. ORIHIME, VICTOR, & SASUKE
Sasuke and Victor came out and strangely enough saw a giant herd of goats carrying a red-headed woman and a elf-like man. The two screamed as they continued to be carried along the endless horde of goats. Goats of all things. The two fell off the massive swarm of goats and gladly said goodbye to the roar of fierce Baaaaaahs. Jak brushed the dirt off of himself before seeing the duo ahead of him
“Well...my day just keeps getting better and better.” Victor smiled as he saw his rival being humilated. Victor has been waiting for this moment for a long time. He nodded to Sasuke, “This is the friend of the rat that destroyed Nippur.”
Sasuke’s head darted towards the new challenger, “As the King’s Hand, I cannot let you go on, your friend harmed a lot of innocent people. Their lives are not to be toyed with” Sasuke took out his oh so menacing Star Wand and Quickly shot out a bright yellow star. Victor rushed towards Jak, taking off his hat and preparing to throw it.
Use my power Jak. I know you want to
“Never! I know I can take them on by myself!” Jak raised his two giant swords and flailed them at Victor. Victor panicked as the two massive weapons ran into the ground, causing debris and large chunks of rocks to pelter his body. A massive rock pelted him in the chest causing the wind to be knocked out of him. Victor fell to his knees attempting to get his breathing steady.
Jak smirked as he saw the assasin’s pain as a large star hit his chest flinging him back. Hey skin began to go pale and his breathing became heavy. “NO! I can’t give in.” His skin began to return to it’s normal shade before yelling a battle cry and charging in. Sasuke whipped his wand again, but nothing came out of it. A puzzled look came on his face as he realized his weapon wasn’t going to fire anytime soon. Jak’s blades came down-
A large sizzling sound clashed with Jak’s weapon. The red-headed woman stood in front of Sasuke, blocking his attack with an energy sword. “I’m sorry but I can’t watch an innocent person die.”
“Don’t get in my way. Jak went in for another attack, which she blocks and counters with a chest slice. The blade made a searing sound as it made direct contact with Jak’s chest. His scream of pain only called more as from behind him Victor sliced open his back with his hat. Both sides being sliced open with sharp blades was too much
Jak’s scream turned primal as he spun in a circle, causing his massive blades to knock everyone back. Dust kicked up from the ground and by the time it cleared, Jak was running away.
“You’re next Wolfe.
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Quote: Jak has a serious gash in his stomach and his back- Major injury - 8 DMG[/spoiler]
Victor has a bruised rib from the debris - Minor Injury- 2 DMG
Re: Day 1 Evening - Ada Wong - 02-09-2016
Not much had happened in the time Crowley spent walking. There was a mountain range now looming in the far distance, one at the forefront among snowy clouds that looked like fleecy, loosely strung-together wool. Deep grooves were dug into the land around it, the landscape swathed in equal parts shadow and steadily waning light. A boomerang-shaped carrion bird angled around its ice-tipped peak, swooping down to land somewhere on the plateau.
It was largely quiet for a few precious seconds, the only sound being the sloshing of his feet through the thick mud. He was almost surprised that he hadn’t caught sight of a dire wolf or a woolly mammoth attempting to struggle its way out of a deep bog of icky prehistoric ooze, the ground was so trying to walk across. It was like walking across gum mixed with cementing paste, really.
Unidentifiable noises suddenly rang out loud and clear across the plain, an irritated voice grousing right back at them in kind.
Brrrrbrrrrrbrrrr rrr.
“No.”
Domdomdomdomdom.
“No.”
EeeeeeewomwomzzrrNN.
“I get it, okay? We’ve been wandering and nothing’s been happening,” the demon’s shoe stamped upon a bubbling pit of indeterminable substance, a mysterious noise that sounded like a cross between a bleating goat and a squealing pig emanating from it. Crowley quickly retreated, a distinctly alarmed expression widening his eyes. “At least— at least we aren’t dead yet, or being viciously attacked. I mean, if that were to happen, what would I do? Bludgeon them over the head with you? All you seem to be capable of is sound effects, is all I’m saying.”
An answering hum ran along his wrist, creating a strange burning feeling that caused the demon to hiss and shift the weapon to his other arm. His teeth grit as he lightly rapped his knuckles against its side, just like how a person past a certain age might continually abuse a piece of technology in order to somehow cajole it into working properly, even though it is completely irrational and only ever works by coincidence alone.
“Alright, R2-D2! Can’t come up with any kind of remarkable tricks, can you? No ‘Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope’? I see how it is.”
The gun let out a few whirring, electrically stimulating sounds that would seem positively hopping mad to any other machine. The suited demon, completely unaware to this mood swing, scowled at the musical contraption, giving it a short shake for good measure as he continued griping at it.
“Brilliant. Just abso—“ slorp, “—fucking—“ glorpblup, “—lutely wonderful. I’ve been given the most useless weapon of all time, one that beeps at me every two seconds and ruins all chances of stealth. How’s that for luck? Oh, quit sniping at me, I know we’ve been walking for forever now, thank you very much. I'm the one with legs, you know.”
A time passed where the machine and demon alike fell silent, an almost peaceful lull in their conversation which had been going on for at least twenty five minutes previous. Then, like a dog which can’t seem to stop itself from chewing on its new squeaky toy, Crowley began to grumble again.
“I hate this. I hate this, I hate this, I ha-a-a-a-a-ate this. So much.”
The mechanical firearm gave an empathetic bzzrrnn in reply.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Mickey Mouse - 02-09-2016
“I can’t make heads or tails of this map, Belle.”
“Number one: please don’t say the words ‘head’ or ‘tail’ when you’re holding a porno,” Belle shuddered, holding out a hand, “and secondly, that isn’t a map, it’s just an ad for a minivan.”
Mickey peered closer. “What? A… minivan?” The word didn’t make any sense to him.
“Yeah, I don’t really know what type of porn-reader would by a minivan either,” she responded, still not catching on to the mouse’s ignorance.
But… it had a map on it. Mickey supposed the words didn’t really seem to fit; he somehow doubted that there were locations on this island called Oklahoma City or Little Rock. Couple that with the fact that the largest, most prominent word on the page was ‘HONDA’ instead of ‘TEUCER’ and Belle seemed to be correct for all intents and purposes. The mouse sighed. Play, Boy was remarkably hit or miss with its advice.
And to think, this had all seemed so simple just hours ago. Go out onto the island; find the guardians; defeat them; return the relics, safe and sound, to Teucer.
Why the heckskies did everyone have to make that so dang complicated?
Take that girl, for instance. She’d just been wandering through the forest, searching for her friend—Ruby, was it?—and then they had run into each other. But she didn’t seem like an inherently bad girl. In fact, quite the contrary; Mickey admired the stress she put on her friendship with whoever Ruby was. The mouse remembered when he got separated from Samus, Erza, Harry, and Pepsiman in Dante’s Abyss, and how frantic he had gotten trying to find them. So frantic that he had accepted help from a psychopath like Deadpool.
The white-haired girl hadn’t deserved any violence from them. So Mickey had convinced Belle to let her go. Maybe one day their paths would cross again and she’d have found her friend. Maybe then she’d be more open to the idea of making new ones.
The King tried to always make that his philosophy. Unless someone just struck him as a total terrible person off the bat, he was always up for giving them a shot. Perhaps, he thought often, he trusted people too easily. He glanced over at Belle, leaning against a boulder and nursing her wounded arm, and spared a thought—just for a moment—that he’d befriended her too quickly. What if she turned on him?
What would you do then, Mickey?
He flipped open Play, Boy once again and returned to the article he’d been trying to read before stumbling upon Belle in the first place. As he skimmed it, he smiled, and then his big, black eyes looked up at his new companion.
“…uh, hey Belle,” he stammered, “can I read ya something?”
Her eyes flickered nervously over to him. “…sure,” she said quite tentatively. Mickey still couldn’t figure out what she had against the guide, but whatever.
“Okay, um,” he grinned, and then cleared his throat. “The title is ‘Why You Should Always Have A Thing For Redheads!’ Funny, huh?” He could see Belle’s brow furrowing but he stampeded over any protestation and continued reading. “’Number one: redheads are hot like fire. There’s always passion burning within them that will make any escapade worthwhile.’ I don’t really know what escapade means, but I think it means adventure! Anyway: ‘Number two: redheads got that booty.’ I assume that he’s trying to say that you’ve got a heart of gold. Y’know, gold like treasure?”
Belle scowled. “That’s kind of a stretch, Mick.”
Mickey ignored her. “‘Number three: redheads are a rarity. They are few and far between, so when you find a good one, hold on tight. Real tight, if you know what I mean.’ I don’t know what that means, but…”
He trailed off, and then tossed the magazine to the ground and pounced forward, wrapping his little mouse arms around her skinny waist and hugging her.
“I know we’ve only known each other a little while,” he said, his voice muffled a little bit by her clothes, “but I think we’re a good team, even when you yell at me.” He glanced up and met eyes with the girl. She patted his head gingerly. “We’re friends, right?”
Belle paused for a second. Despite her best efforts to hide it, a smile started to crack on her face. “Of course, Mickey.”
Mickey’s face glowed.
Belle sighed. “So what the hell does Play, Boy say we should do next, then?”
Re: Day 1 Evening - Kopaka - 02-09-2016
Kopaka was...
...lost. Thank the Great Beings that none of his comrades were around to witness such a humiliation. On Daxia it had been easy to navigate the island by referencing the peaks and crags of the central mountain. Here, wherever this was, the jungle was so thick and oppressive that it was almost impossible to keep a landmark in sight. This problem was made even worse as the clouds overhead began to coagulate into a thick, pewter sheet of oppressive rain. The storm came on so suddenly that there could be no doubt it was a fabricated event. Rain began to pelt down through the canopy of the forest, each fat drop panging off the dome of his Kanohi Miru like bullets. Reproachful peals of thunder rumbled across the landscape, and the once green and bright colors of the jungle were rapidly thrown into grim the grim black-greens of a monsoon.
Seeing any distance ahead was rough, and it was made worse by the fact that everything had a slick sheen which illuminated like a flashbulb with each crash of lightning. Even for a biomech like Kopaka it was disorienting, but the Toa marched onwards. He had a vague sense he was still heading north, but whether it was east or west was hard to tell. All he knew was that the storm seemed to be worse straight ahead, so on a whim Kopaka beared right.
A few hours of trudging through thick mud and tumbling, rainsoaked foliage was enough to render Kopaka's normally serene armor filthy. Large splotches of black muck coated both of his legs, and bits of leaves and vines stuck to his mask and torso, flash frozen to his chassis by courtesy of the interminable deluge. His quietely rasping breaths sent great plumes of fog into the air ahead of him, and the only noise was a constant, baleful roar, punctuated by the occasional thunder clap.
In these conditions, it would not be surprising to identify almost any surprise encounter as a threat, but as Kopaka suddenly emerged from the underbrush out onto a road of some kind, he and his newfound company were able to stay their martial reflexes just long enough to avoid immediate confrontation. Perhaps it was Kopaka's glowing blue eyes, or perhaps it was Magus' unmistakable physical mass, but the two Primes recognized the other immediately.
No words were said for some time before the wizard finally spoke, his words barely audible over the tempestuous howling.
"You intend to keep your word?"
Kopaka nodded.
"I do. And you?"
Magus did not nod, but neither did he give an indication of deceit.
"I have no immediate reason not to."
Kopaka nodded again. An uneasy partnership, perhaps, but searching for perfection in environs such as these would be a fool's errand. Both Primes examined the other for a moment. It was clear that they both had already encountered some enemies, based on visible nicks and gashes. Magus kept staring at Kopaka's face, in particular. The Toa was confused at first, but then realized that the wizard had last seen him wearing the Akaku. On a whim, his Kanohi shined brightly before shifting back to the Mask of X-Ray vision, despite its non-functionality. Magus blinked slowly in comprehension; no further explanation would be necessary.
Finally, Kopaka looked up to the angry clouds which roiled overhead.
"We should keep moving. The storm shall only worsen." Kopaka said, his smooth, synthesized tenor contrasting sharply against the harsh sounds of the weather. Magus responded with the only necessary word.
"Agreed."
Without further discussion, both Primes began walking down the path in the direction that Magus had already been travelling. There really wasn't another option; staying within the storm could have absolutely no discernable benefit, even if it did bring Kopaka closer to the mountains. At least the biomech had managed to gain an ally in the process. It was a fair trade, and Magus seemed to be the kind of person Kopaka would get along well with.
Hopefully the wizard's sensible exterior did not conceal needless treachery...for his sake.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Orihime Inoue - 02-09-2016
Quote:Before Face to Face
Jak’s insatiable thirst for meat drove the demon inside him more rowdy than usual. His eyes peeled across the tree line in search for any living movement. He settled his eyes on a small herd of beasts off in the distance.
“It's about time you fool.” the demon inside him snickered at Jak as it wrestled him inside his subconscious.
Approaching closer the green, blonde haired hero heard outrageous cries and yells and noticed a girl surrounded by a pack of wild billy goats.
The hero inside Jak rushed to aid the poor girl but was overtaken by the furious force of deadly hooves and horns. Perhaps it was the pain of starvation overtaking the poor hero or the pain of being attacked by the creatures that drove the demon to be more active than Jak would have liked.
“This is your fault you stupid girl! Once I get through this mess I am going to kill you!” Jak snarled viciously as his body was carried away by the fury herd.
Orihime was already having a rough time dealing with the assault of the cute and vicious wildebeests. When suddenly the man that she had seen inside the temple appeared behind her in the same horrible predicament of fur and horns. She had enough of all of this and now this man was planning on assaulting her as well.
As the herd brought them down to the bottom of the hill, then the man fell out in front of the group and to the feet of two other strangers.
The goats were not going to stop with the relentless attacks forcing Orihime to take action. Reaching for her sword she swiftly released it, the ribbons of fabric unraveling decoratively. The blade crackled and exploded in an azure aurora, that whizzed like lighting. This sent the reputedly smelly creatures packing, running towards the tree line.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Simon - 02-10-2016
An encounter with some punk kid and a small stock of leathery rations were all well and good to some, but the devil hunter hadn't just participated to to get a few questionable child abuse charges. No, the undying ghost of the long-dead hero wanted him to find some magic relics - and the power-filled sensation running laps up and down his spine probably served as a tip-off to one nearby. So, it would've been fair for Dante to assume that there might have been something more worth discovering within the ancient stadium he found himself in, right?
Yet, after searching the whole ruin top to bottom, in and out of the arena, there remained nothing more. No supplies, no monsters, no weapons- only dust, stones, cracked pottery, and a brand-new crappy outlook on this experience so far. Not even some sort of secret dungeon that would house a tempting complex of evil beasts. Just downright disappointing, unsatisfactory, and overall a waste of time and effort for trying.
Worse yet, Dante had a feeling those nagging waves of magic energy were aggravating the Hollow. If a potential relic did happen to be within the city limits, then he either wanted to stay away from it or get the thing under his control as soon as possible.
Whatever the case, the Coliseum ultimately had no point right now. Leaving the primordial stadium from one of the cardinal archways, Dante noted the faltering levels of light- had it gotten that late already? He traced his vision across the evening sky, the first stars already dotting up in the void to the east, until his eyes caught the opposite horizon where the day star was falling away. Staring at the untainted sunset, cardboard box slung over his shoulder yet again, the champion began to rack together what else he could get done with the remaining measures of light-
The tiniest of seismic shakes penetrated Dante's figure, and suddenly, a large segment of the westernmost lands began to literally tear itself from its foundation. Meteor-sized chunks of earth joined serpentine streams of water as they all loosed from the world and floated away into the oblivion above.
If Teucer's words to accompany this were any indication, then someone had found a Relic already. Then not only was this anomaly normal, they could expect it to happen about five more times before this whole ordeal would end. How fun, Dante grimaced, only giving the sight a few more moments of his attention before slipping away from the precipice of the Coliseum. Not even a whole day had gone by yet, and the whole island was already starting to give way to the champions' efforts.
The irony? This was all still slower-paced than what Dante usually dealt with before.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Weiss Schnee - 02-10-2016
Weiss groaned as she laid down on the cold mountain snow, pain running through her arm. It wouldn’t have been anything to write home about for Weiss - Pain was part of being a career soldier, and of the two fights she’d gotten into in the omniverse, this was definitely far less debilitating.
It was just… What was that?
Walking around like a nimrod yelling for Ruby… that much was definitely her own blunder. she should have known that she might eventually run into trouble that way. She wasn’t going to be doing much to help anyone if she was dead in a ditch.
it was… After that, that things got… Fuzzy. Sort of like the time in Camelot, where she collapsed. Except now, she was a lot more conscious.
Weiss was a bit confrontational, but she’d never felt quite like that before. It was like she had to wrestle just to stay awake and conscious, and at some point she just felt… Well, not quite like herself.
It didn’t stop the guilt from welling up in her, though. She didn’t feel bad about what she’d said about Teucer, though perhaps she would have been able to word it a bit more poignantly with her full mental faculties, and she felt a little worried about telling two unknowns about Ruby like that. As much as she felt guilty about how she acted, she also should have known better than to practically try to inform two people she didn’t know about the perfect hostage situation.
But even then, even with what she didn’t know… She’d just tried to attack another living person with no other reason than aggravation. Even as off as she was feeling, she knew that in the end, it was her choice and her fault to attack. She’d trained to help people and fight monsters, not to fight people and become a monster.
She didn’t know what made her act like that, but… It worried her. Maybe her long period of isolation had made her even crazier than she’d realized. Being overly aggressive probably wasn’t that big of a stretch compared to hallucinating your best friend.
What if she felt that way again in front of Ruby? Would she be next? Weiss immediately shook her head. She didn’t know what had came over her… but there was one thing she knew for sure. It wasn’t in her to harm the girl under any circumstances. Unfortunately… she knew other people didn’t feel the same.
She knew Ruby was capable of taking care of herself, Weiss knew that, but she also knew her younger partner was far from invincible - even when she seemed to forget on occasion - and her slacking off had already cost Ruby her old life. She would not mess up again.
This mental tic was a huge issue, and Weiss hoped there was some sort of medical staff in the omniverse she could talk to after this, but she didn’t really have anything she could do about it right now. She had a lost partner who wanted to reunite with their lost team, and Weiss wasn’t sure
Weiss got up to her feet slowly, closing her eyes for just a moment as she felt the wind howl past her aching arm. Part of her felt like she wanted to see those two again, to apologize for the way she acted.
another part of her wanted them to stay away from the crazy woman for their own safety.
“...Attacking people for daring to get in my way.” Weiss muttered with a slight, frustrated sniffle. “...Guess I really do take after my father…”
Re: Day 1 Evening - Simon - 02-10-2016
Those last dredges of sunlight were finally fading away in the west when the nephilim spotted his next point of interest.
After having inadvertently hiking south along the dirty cobbled path for some time, Dante could feel the hum and pull of the mystic power in a weaker state. Deductively, that meant the object in question lay somewhere back in the area he recently left from, likely in the one non-flooded direction the hunter had yet to check. The half-blood mercenary wouldn't admit it publicly, but he found himself still on the fence on whether or not to go after that macguffin. All things considered, it seemed like an equal chance Dante might either run into some vicious beast guarding the item or some punk like that kid who would have just taken the thing for themselves.
As these thought mulled about in his head, the alert hunter caught that point of interest: the soft, yet harsh crackling and smacking of something behind the decrepit shell of one long-lost house. It sounded like someone trying to be a sneaky snake and failing. Or possibly, Dante considered as he casually let the box fall to the ground behind him, a ruse meant to lead an unwiser being into a trap.
He considered himself not such a being, thankfully.
With practiced, careful, and patient steps, the red-coated figure sneaked up on the noise like someone about to play a practical joke. His attempts to venture a glance at whatever made such sounds were unsuccessful, in combination due to the low light and the creature in question tucked well behind the half-crumbled wall. As Dante was nearly upon the wall, the chewing noises began to taper off and weaken in volume, whilst he considered how to go about pinning down this... whatever it was. The answer, as the devilishly trickster of a mercenary decided, stood right in front of him.
Slowly, carefully, Dante raised his left foot, bringing the knee up to his lower chest- and then thrust out with a furious side kick, the whole of his bootprint planting into the old stone barrier. The base of the ancient wall gave way, and a large chunk of the rock surface fell dead forward, the ensuing earthy cacophony absolutely destroying the silence.
When it came to the proprietor of Devil May Cry, subtlety only extended so far.
However, as Dante stepped up and looked among the new line of debris, there lay nothing to be found that would've been the source of those sounds earlier. Not a person or an animal, or anything. But something did catch his eye, an object that stood out among the gray bits. The half-blood gingerly grabbed the thing by one end and lifted it to his height for a closer inspection; it looked like some had put a stick through some giant puke-colored maggot and devoured it like corn on the cob.
Disgusting, Dante's nose wrinkled at the smell of the sight. He'd definitely found what that mystery person was doing, at least: having a belated dinner.
A scuffling of cardboard sounded off behind him, and Dante whirled around. The container that he'd just lugged around for what had to be several miles had just been made off with, the brown corners disappearing behind a bend in the cobbled street. So much for not being unwiser - doubly so when the nephilim yelled out and began to give chase after the thieving bugger.
It was just a perfectly plain box, right? Why would he actually care about it if it were as useless as he kept saying? Well, when such a thing had been your only piece of equipment for the better half of a day, there was a certain amount of determination in not losing it.
Or, more likely, Dante just wanted the last laugh against this slippery rogue.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Erik Vrell - 02-10-2016
Erik turned and ducked as Link's projectile dug into the monster's flesh, waiting for something to happen. Just as Erik thought that something had gone wrong, he turned to see a fireball erupt from he monsters side. A pained bellow rang through the air as the great beast toppled onto its side, its rage loud and clear in its roars. As the beast began to pick itself back up, Erik's eyes locked with the relic on its back and an idea formed.
"I have an idea!" Erik cried to his ally "This could either go great or horribly!" Erik dashed towards to wounded creature, now with two of its four legs stable. Erik took a running jump and landed squarely on the side of the beast, clinging to its fur. The guardian rose up to its full height and bellowed once more. It seemed to scan the arena and Erik thought he could see the surprise in its eyes when it didn't see him. Erik began climbing its fur to its back when the beast's great head swung around. Erik and Cenobia locked eyes for a moment, the beast's eyes filled with surprise and Erik's with fear. The beast bellowed at Erik and turned to one of the nearby pillars.
"Oh no." Erik whispered, knowing what was coming next. The great beast charged at full bore slightly to the side of the pillar, aiming to smash Erik off of its fur. The psychic braced himself for impact as the beast drew nearer, clinging onto the foul smelling fur as hard as he could. Erik closed his eyes, not wanting to see the end. The end, however, did not come. A brilliant ray of light shot from one of Link's metal gloves and struck the beast's mask, knocking it off course and temporarily blinding it.
"You have my gratitude!" Erik cried to his ally, barely believing that he had survived.
As the beast stumbled around blindly, Erik began climbing its fur. By the time the beast had its vision back, Erik was already on top of it. It bucked wildly and roared furiously, trying its best to dislodge Erik. The psychic refused to budge and held on as tight as possible. Link began firing beam after beam at the beast, trying to distract or possibly wound it. Careful not to get thrown off, Erik edged carefully towards the relic. When he reached it, however, it's bondings were too tight to undo. Erik guessed they wouldn't come undone until the beast was dead, which was far from relieving. Then Erik noticed something. Partially covered by the armour, but not fully hidden, was a glowing circle with some sort of sigil inside of it.
"Well this is a giveaway." Erik mumbled before raising his... twig above his head in one hand and gripping onto the beast's fur as tight as he could with the other.
"Here goes nothing!" Erik cried as he plunged the sharper (although still blunt) end of the stick into the circle. His efforts were immediately rewarded with a spray of black liquid directly in his face. Erik retched and almost vomited at the foul taste of the black substance, but his determination was renewed by this development. Cenobia bellowed once more, its anger almost tangible. Erik whooped with joy before raising his stick once more, preparing to stab at his foe again.