02-27-2016, 01:48 AM
Dr. McNinja luckily broke his fall by grabbing onto a nearby tree branch with his right hand. Broke his fall, and possibly his wrist. There was a time when he could just use his ninja skills to grab on without any issue, but Omniverse physics seemed to insist on Doc sustaining many, many severe injuries.
“I think I know how to fix this,” Doc thought to himself, “As soon as I get back to that village place.”
Yoshi. He had to find Yoshi. He couldn’t just leave his faithful dinosaur companion behind. Gordito would kill him. Would he? Maybe he wouldn't. But then, that wasn't very important.
Dr. McNinja glanced around. So far, he hadn't killed anyone. He knocked out two ninjas by tossing them through trees, and one of them had a metal hook in their leg, but everyone else was unharmed. Stunned, but unharmed.
Not harmless, though.
Dr. McNinja jumped into a spin, his katana spitting sparks as shuriken kissed his blade. In his second, much more controlled descent, he almost seemed a spinning, black-and-white whirlpool from which metal shards seemed to refract. He landed directly onto Yoshi's back. Yoshi screeched indignantly and snapped at a hostile ninja who was coming too close.
"Itsa-me, Dr. McMario!" Doc cried as Yoshi sprinted through the woods, heading towards Ambrosia. The ninja scouts watched as the man escaped, some too injured to continue, the rest too confused.
"What now?" one of the scouts mumbled.
"Now..." the leader sighed, "Now we report our failure to Tsunade."
***
"So, you're telling me that this... pervert doctor ninja... managed to escape without killing any of our men?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Tsunade sighed. "This is the same ninja that killed a dozen of our scouts?"
The messenger nodded. "What is your command?"
Tsunade looked out of the window.
"Keep the bounty open, but let's leave it at that," she sighed, "I have bigger things to worry about."
***
Yoshi snarled as she entered the gates to Ambrosia. Doc dismounted and patted Yoshi on the neck as he led the dinosaur into the stable.
"Alright, Yoshi," Doc muttered, "Please don't eat anything this time."
"Don't worry," the stablemaster assured him, "we've seen weirder."
Doc handed him a small tip of Omnilium and made his way to the center of the town.
There was something decidedly medieval about this town. This distressed the Cumberland native, especially given that he had returned to Ambrosia for medical attention. The houses were made of wooden planks that seemed shoddily put together, founded by large stones that were roughly cut. The uneven cobblestones sloped in a haphazard way, and in some places the roads were just made of dirt.
Yet signs of modern, and vaguely Japanese society seemed to leak into the village. Wooden shield-shaped signs swung about, labelling buildings not as inns and taverns, but as motels and cafes. In fact, Doc saw one such sign, shaped like a knightly family crest, with a lion engraved into the center, as well as the words "OK Karaoke!" As Dr. McNinja walked, he noted the spray-paint graffiti sprawled on the medieval walls, street art celebrating one particular artist's swag and ability to court and bed another's mother.
The denizens were no less bizarre, but this Dr. McNinja remembered from his last visit. Ignoring the band of pixie-creatures drifting on floating flowers, he stooped into a large tent labelled with a red cross. Hopefully, Ambrosia wasn't so different from Doc's world that the red cross didn't mean "Fight to the death".
To his relief, Dr. McNinja found himself inside a makeshift medical tent. In his honest opinion, the place was very shoddy. The surgical tools were cluttered clumsily on tables, some rusting from viral gunk. Bottles for pills and liquid medicine were thrown all over the floor, some of them smashed altogether. This was reasonable, however, given the sheer number of patients that choked the tent with groans of pain. And from a quick scan, Doc realized that most of the patients were, in fact-
"Not urgent cases," a voice whined nearby, "but nonetheless, as I am the only medical operative in the area, I have to take care of all of them. At once."
Doc turned around and saw a strange person indeed. There was an anthropomorphic rat in a purple dress scowling at the masses, balancing dozens of different medical tools. Unsurprisingly, she was very stressed and thoroughly unhappy.
"And who might you be?" the rat inquired.
“I think I know how to fix this,” Doc thought to himself, “As soon as I get back to that village place.”
Yoshi. He had to find Yoshi. He couldn’t just leave his faithful dinosaur companion behind. Gordito would kill him. Would he? Maybe he wouldn't. But then, that wasn't very important.
Dr. McNinja glanced around. So far, he hadn't killed anyone. He knocked out two ninjas by tossing them through trees, and one of them had a metal hook in their leg, but everyone else was unharmed. Stunned, but unharmed.
Not harmless, though.
Dr. McNinja jumped into a spin, his katana spitting sparks as shuriken kissed his blade. In his second, much more controlled descent, he almost seemed a spinning, black-and-white whirlpool from which metal shards seemed to refract. He landed directly onto Yoshi's back. Yoshi screeched indignantly and snapped at a hostile ninja who was coming too close.
"Itsa-me, Dr. McMario!" Doc cried as Yoshi sprinted through the woods, heading towards Ambrosia. The ninja scouts watched as the man escaped, some too injured to continue, the rest too confused.
"What now?" one of the scouts mumbled.
"Now..." the leader sighed, "Now we report our failure to Tsunade."
***
"So, you're telling me that this... pervert doctor ninja... managed to escape without killing any of our men?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Tsunade sighed. "This is the same ninja that killed a dozen of our scouts?"
The messenger nodded. "What is your command?"
Tsunade looked out of the window.
"Keep the bounty open, but let's leave it at that," she sighed, "I have bigger things to worry about."
***
Yoshi snarled as she entered the gates to Ambrosia. Doc dismounted and patted Yoshi on the neck as he led the dinosaur into the stable.
"Alright, Yoshi," Doc muttered, "Please don't eat anything this time."
"Don't worry," the stablemaster assured him, "we've seen weirder."
Doc handed him a small tip of Omnilium and made his way to the center of the town.
There was something decidedly medieval about this town. This distressed the Cumberland native, especially given that he had returned to Ambrosia for medical attention. The houses were made of wooden planks that seemed shoddily put together, founded by large stones that were roughly cut. The uneven cobblestones sloped in a haphazard way, and in some places the roads were just made of dirt.
Yet signs of modern, and vaguely Japanese society seemed to leak into the village. Wooden shield-shaped signs swung about, labelling buildings not as inns and taverns, but as motels and cafes. In fact, Doc saw one such sign, shaped like a knightly family crest, with a lion engraved into the center, as well as the words "OK Karaoke!" As Dr. McNinja walked, he noted the spray-paint graffiti sprawled on the medieval walls, street art celebrating one particular artist's swag and ability to court and bed another's mother.
The denizens were no less bizarre, but this Dr. McNinja remembered from his last visit. Ignoring the band of pixie-creatures drifting on floating flowers, he stooped into a large tent labelled with a red cross. Hopefully, Ambrosia wasn't so different from Doc's world that the red cross didn't mean "Fight to the death".
To his relief, Dr. McNinja found himself inside a makeshift medical tent. In his honest opinion, the place was very shoddy. The surgical tools were cluttered clumsily on tables, some rusting from viral gunk. Bottles for pills and liquid medicine were thrown all over the floor, some of them smashed altogether. This was reasonable, however, given the sheer number of patients that choked the tent with groans of pain. And from a quick scan, Doc realized that most of the patients were, in fact-
"Not urgent cases," a voice whined nearby, "but nonetheless, as I am the only medical operative in the area, I have to take care of all of them. At once."
Doc turned around and saw a strange person indeed. There was an anthropomorphic rat in a purple dress scowling at the masses, balancing dozens of different medical tools. Unsurprisingly, she was very stressed and thoroughly unhappy.
"And who might you be?" the rat inquired.
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