02-04-2016, 09:18 PM
The mere words caused both of them to flinch and brace themselves for the worst. They'd tempted fate, so they could only assume some horrific scenario was about to unfold before them. Instead, the only sound was that of the wind sweeping more ash through the air around them and the guttural moans that signified the last bits of air leaving the lungs of Drake's victim. It seemed they had used all of their bad karma on spontaneous combustion today.
They stood in silence, taking in the situation and silently assessing it. Had that really been it? Those riders matched the proximity to North Village and the rough description they had been given of the troublemakers. They couldn't check it against the reports from the Koopa Clan, as the papers had likely been destroyed in the previous battle. That was the thing about politics and world leaders, though. As long as someone paid the price, Bowser would probably be happy. Even if these weren't the immediately offending bandits, they'd probably caused the Koopas plenty of trouble over the years. They'd just report back on their success and let Bowser sort out the details.
"Huh," Drake vocalized the conclusion they were both mildly afraid to make. "Guess that's that."
Zack shrugged, returning the Buster Sword to it's place on his back. He was ready to get back, and Drake clearly had some additional business with the Koopas beyond this adventuring party. Zack hadn't milled on it too much, not since the man came crashing down onto their skiff, or even after he abruptly pleaded for Bowser's aid in dealing with something or another. Come to think of it, he didn't know a damn thing about his one armed friend here, other than he had been pretty cool with Colonel. Then again, he didn't know much about Colonel, either. Or Miranda. It had been a hell of a few days.
He looked around, and so did Drake. Zack scratched his head for a moment, and his one armed companion kicked a rock. It was like a light bulb went off in Zack's head all of a sudden. Oh yea, it was on him to take care of the transport. Just another prime perk.
Zack strolled over to the ruined clown car. It had been maimed pretty badly during the battle, but it was nothing a little Omnilium couldn't fix. Zack grabbed the vehicle and pulled it upright, taking note of all the damage to it. Really, he should create a vehicle either he or Drake were more familiar with, but he'd want one thing and Drake would want another. He might get Drake's schematics wrong, and it would just get political. This would get them back to the castle, and probably through any other encounters that might stir up on the way back.
It took a few minutes, but eventually the clown car was as good as new. Zack stepped back and kept his hands up, releasing it but also remaining prepared to grab it if it began to tip over. This was thankfully not a problem, as it hovered there with it's ridiculously undersized propeller. Zack tilted his head and lowered his hands, then glanced to Drake. Better get the hell out of here before this plateau exploded into lava like every other place in the Steppes.
"All aboard."
They stood in silence, taking in the situation and silently assessing it. Had that really been it? Those riders matched the proximity to North Village and the rough description they had been given of the troublemakers. They couldn't check it against the reports from the Koopa Clan, as the papers had likely been destroyed in the previous battle. That was the thing about politics and world leaders, though. As long as someone paid the price, Bowser would probably be happy. Even if these weren't the immediately offending bandits, they'd probably caused the Koopas plenty of trouble over the years. They'd just report back on their success and let Bowser sort out the details.
"Huh," Drake vocalized the conclusion they were both mildly afraid to make. "Guess that's that."
Zack shrugged, returning the Buster Sword to it's place on his back. He was ready to get back, and Drake clearly had some additional business with the Koopas beyond this adventuring party. Zack hadn't milled on it too much, not since the man came crashing down onto their skiff, or even after he abruptly pleaded for Bowser's aid in dealing with something or another. Come to think of it, he didn't know a damn thing about his one armed friend here, other than he had been pretty cool with Colonel. Then again, he didn't know much about Colonel, either. Or Miranda. It had been a hell of a few days.
He looked around, and so did Drake. Zack scratched his head for a moment, and his one armed companion kicked a rock. It was like a light bulb went off in Zack's head all of a sudden. Oh yea, it was on him to take care of the transport. Just another prime perk.
Zack strolled over to the ruined clown car. It had been maimed pretty badly during the battle, but it was nothing a little Omnilium couldn't fix. Zack grabbed the vehicle and pulled it upright, taking note of all the damage to it. Really, he should create a vehicle either he or Drake were more familiar with, but he'd want one thing and Drake would want another. He might get Drake's schematics wrong, and it would just get political. This would get them back to the castle, and probably through any other encounters that might stir up on the way back.
It took a few minutes, but eventually the clown car was as good as new. Zack stepped back and kept his hands up, releasing it but also remaining prepared to grab it if it began to tip over. This was thankfully not a problem, as it hovered there with it's ridiculously undersized propeller. Zack tilted his head and lowered his hands, then glanced to Drake. Better get the hell out of here before this plateau exploded into lava like every other place in the Steppes.
"All aboard."