10-02-2015, 08:08 AM
And then a girl and her pet zombie showed up. Or that's what it looked like at first glance. At second and third glances Ururu wasn't sure what she was looking at because... Sage this was not right. She feel her pupils dilate as the whole place darkened just enough that the gloom matched her racing thoughts.
It was like she was in world where every shonen manga was real and then some.
Thankfully the question asked by both parties was relatively benign and didn't need much in the way of processing power to answer. If it had been more complex then Ururu was sure she weould have crashed with the typical operating system error of those new fandangled sunagakure osKunai Shikaku edition.
Stuttering only just a little Ururu spoke, "I... I mean me and Hikaru were going to enter the Minas Tirith Tournament. So if that is at the Colosseum then yes."
Hikaru's fingers wrapped themselves around Ururu's shoulders in as comforting as they could be without eliminating Ururu's combat capabilities. They didn't know how this situation would play out and things were just too crazy for it to possibly not dangerous. They hadn't survived a number of dangerous circumstance to take things like this without a little bit of apprehension... and in her world at least children like this were every bit a threat as they could be innocent.
In Desco's case Ururu was sure she was both.
That was a scary combination if her hunch was right. All the more reason to keep her chakra ready to activate her claws long enough to summon a clone of herself and Hikaru and make like a banana and split.
Anything less would be asking for more trouble.
Though that big guy whatever it was... could be more problematic if it was under the control of the girl. One wrong command and it'd be a regular B-Movie slasher flick.
And zombies didn't take impalement lying down if it was indeed a zombie. Which didn't make much scientific sense. Yet again it seemed science was more of guideline here than it was a rule, and omnilium did all the heavy lifting. Which wasn't comforting.
No room to weasel through fewer loopholes to exploit. Just power, power and more power.
All it took after all was one psychopath in a densely populated area draining life after life for that power... and they'd have an unstoppable god. A few thousand lives at least if how much power she had gained in the last two days was anything to go by.
Ururu shuddered and not because of the cold. For that she threw on another of her metal logs that she had been experimenting with. The area was immediately doused in a prismatic light show of a thermite fire and roaring spectral flames that seemed to enhance the colors of everything towards the pastel.
Hikaru took the stage and probably saved their lives, “Don't mind my friend... this is all a bit new to us. If you all would like to share our camp for the night, feel free.”
Ururu nodded mechanically as her mind raced from plot point to plot point in how this all could possibly work out. In the end she just settled for pulling off her backpack and her duster. Leaving the heavy metal gauntlet like bracers in place and unfolding her plush two person bedroll.
“Yeah, feel free” Ururu mirrored, her head nodding a bit her voice more scratch than usual. She could just pretend they were her former teammates... Think of them like that just for a little bit until she could settle her nerves and figure out what to do with them.
While she had made a pact with herself to stop killing people, the more she got know this world the more she was realizing that might have been setting the bar too high in terms of expectations. Seriously, it was practically stupid and blind of her to ever think that something a feeble as morality would ever have a normal place in her life without reality and fate getting together to spank her ass for being a dense petulant child.
Well technically she was a dense petulant child. Her situation practically reinforced that. But even children in her culture had manners. Tradition must be observed.
“So once again. I'm Ururu, this is my companion Hikaru.” And together we're either dead or the super ninja twins... Ururu thought bitterly but forced herself to move on turning to the more animated of the group.
“And you are Desco, these are Prinnies, right? Dood, dood and dood.” Ururu then looked to the new pair who had shown up. Did zombies have names?
“I'm guessing you two are a pair?” She said finally, hoping that if this was going to get violent it would either be a quick escape or a short painless death.
It was like she was in world where every shonen manga was real and then some.
Thankfully the question asked by both parties was relatively benign and didn't need much in the way of processing power to answer. If it had been more complex then Ururu was sure she weould have crashed with the typical operating system error of those new fandangled sunagakure osKunai Shikaku edition.
Stuttering only just a little Ururu spoke, "I... I mean me and Hikaru were going to enter the Minas Tirith Tournament. So if that is at the Colosseum then yes."
Hikaru's fingers wrapped themselves around Ururu's shoulders in as comforting as they could be without eliminating Ururu's combat capabilities. They didn't know how this situation would play out and things were just too crazy for it to possibly not dangerous. They hadn't survived a number of dangerous circumstance to take things like this without a little bit of apprehension... and in her world at least children like this were every bit a threat as they could be innocent.
In Desco's case Ururu was sure she was both.
That was a scary combination if her hunch was right. All the more reason to keep her chakra ready to activate her claws long enough to summon a clone of herself and Hikaru and make like a banana and split.
Anything less would be asking for more trouble.
Though that big guy whatever it was... could be more problematic if it was under the control of the girl. One wrong command and it'd be a regular B-Movie slasher flick.
And zombies didn't take impalement lying down if it was indeed a zombie. Which didn't make much scientific sense. Yet again it seemed science was more of guideline here than it was a rule, and omnilium did all the heavy lifting. Which wasn't comforting.
No room to weasel through fewer loopholes to exploit. Just power, power and more power.
All it took after all was one psychopath in a densely populated area draining life after life for that power... and they'd have an unstoppable god. A few thousand lives at least if how much power she had gained in the last two days was anything to go by.
Ururu shuddered and not because of the cold. For that she threw on another of her metal logs that she had been experimenting with. The area was immediately doused in a prismatic light show of a thermite fire and roaring spectral flames that seemed to enhance the colors of everything towards the pastel.
Hikaru took the stage and probably saved their lives, “Don't mind my friend... this is all a bit new to us. If you all would like to share our camp for the night, feel free.”
Ururu nodded mechanically as her mind raced from plot point to plot point in how this all could possibly work out. In the end she just settled for pulling off her backpack and her duster. Leaving the heavy metal gauntlet like bracers in place and unfolding her plush two person bedroll.
“Yeah, feel free” Ururu mirrored, her head nodding a bit her voice more scratch than usual. She could just pretend they were her former teammates... Think of them like that just for a little bit until she could settle her nerves and figure out what to do with them.
While she had made a pact with herself to stop killing people, the more she got know this world the more she was realizing that might have been setting the bar too high in terms of expectations. Seriously, it was practically stupid and blind of her to ever think that something a feeble as morality would ever have a normal place in her life without reality and fate getting together to spank her ass for being a dense petulant child.
Well technically she was a dense petulant child. Her situation practically reinforced that. But even children in her culture had manners. Tradition must be observed.
“So once again. I'm Ururu, this is my companion Hikaru.” And together we're either dead or the super ninja twins... Ururu thought bitterly but forced herself to move on turning to the more animated of the group.
“And you are Desco, these are Prinnies, right? Dood, dood and dood.” Ururu then looked to the new pair who had shown up. Did zombies have names?
“I'm guessing you two are a pair?” She said finally, hoping that if this was going to get violent it would either be a quick escape or a short painless death.