02-27-2016, 11:16 PM
Headmaster? Uhh…what?
Drake didn’t seem to be the type to seek continued education, but apparently he was enrolled in something called “the Institute.” Kind of ominous, but whatever. Zack might have understood a little bit more about it if he’d continued to read, but he only made it a few sentences into the email before becoming bored and handing it back to the smuggler. He was, however, much less interested in this whole endeavor now that he knew he was actually helping Drake with his homework. Still, Zack didn’t plan on seeking a degree in anything at the moment, but if he changed his mind later on, he’d like to think he’d get some credit hours for all of this. He’d have to ask Drake about that later.
Just thinking of school work exhausted him. He’d much rather have his feet kicked up in the back of that clown car while he browsed through OmniTwitter and OmniYoutube while Drake piloted them towards the next opportunity to test his combat abilities against Omniphysics.
Fast forward a few minutes, and that was exactly what he was doing. Drake apparently knew where he was going, so Zack was beyond content to simply ride along. Every so often, the right gust of wind would blow some ash into the clown car, but he was beyond used to the stuff being simply everywhere at this point. It would take dying and (hopefully) respawning at the Nexus to truly purge himself of this gunk, and even then he was sure it would find a way to keep showing up.
The situation seemed a bit odd. Drake, his principal, and now apparently Zack were aligned with the Gorons, but the question was whether or not the Gorons would go for being bait in order to help the Koopas. He didn’t know anything about the relationship between the Koopas and the Gorons, but benevolence and charity were a rarity in politics, and not to mention pro bono? It was all but nonexistent at that point. He decided he’d just let Drake keep running his mouth when they got there. The smuggler was pretty good at that.
Evidently Drake did know where he was going, because it wasn’t terribly long before they were descending on a caravan of Gorons that were transporting a whole bunch of ore. The clown car came the closest it could to landing, hovering mere inches off the ground with its propeller spinning furiously underneath it.
Drake quickly dismounted, while Zack stared in awe at the members of the convoy. They were giant golems. Literally, from top to bottom, they were enormous rock people. There were monsters like them in his home world, but these seemed to be totally civilized, given that the leader simply crossed his arms and looked warily at Drake. Zack resisted every urge to bring his hand up and rest it on the Buster Sword. It was instinct to want to draw it as fast as possible, but he decided he’d better not show any sign of aggression.
“Koopa…friends?” the lead Goron asked, tilting his head in confusion. Humans with the very unique technology of Bowser’s kingdom was not a common sight. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re with you,” Drake said, producing the same phone with the same email and producing it like it was a badge or something.
The Goron took the phone and squinted as he tried to read it. Even though he got a few important sentences, he attempted to tap it and increase the size of the text. This immediately resulted in a shattered screen, causing the Goron to flinch and look around awkwardly, while Drake’s face sank for a moment. Zack suppressed a laugh, but then nodded in acknowledgment when Drake turned and looked right at him. He’d use a little prime magic and fix it up later.
“Very well, brothers,” the Goron said as he handed the destroyed phone to Drake, who pocketed it with a grumble. “What do you need?”
“We think a group of bandit raiders are going to attack this convoy,” Drake said, while Zack crossed his arms behind him and listened.
“What makes you say that?” the Goron curiously replied.
“Well, uh, because they’re after us,” Drake admitted. “And now we’re pretty easy to find.”
The Goron tilted his head in alarmed confusion. “Then, why did you…?”
“Look, this is in motion,” Drake interrupted. “They’re already around here, and we’re big sitting targets, now.”
“Uhh…”
Zack uncrossed his arms and moved up next to Drake, at that point. These poor Gorons would trying to figure this out all day, understandably.
“It’s just a slight detour, guys,” Zack chipped in. “We’ll have you back on your way shortly.”
“Alright,” the lead Goron gave a nod as he looked between the two. “What’s the plan?”
Drake didn’t seem to be the type to seek continued education, but apparently he was enrolled in something called “the Institute.” Kind of ominous, but whatever. Zack might have understood a little bit more about it if he’d continued to read, but he only made it a few sentences into the email before becoming bored and handing it back to the smuggler. He was, however, much less interested in this whole endeavor now that he knew he was actually helping Drake with his homework. Still, Zack didn’t plan on seeking a degree in anything at the moment, but if he changed his mind later on, he’d like to think he’d get some credit hours for all of this. He’d have to ask Drake about that later.
Just thinking of school work exhausted him. He’d much rather have his feet kicked up in the back of that clown car while he browsed through OmniTwitter and OmniYoutube while Drake piloted them towards the next opportunity to test his combat abilities against Omniphysics.
Fast forward a few minutes, and that was exactly what he was doing. Drake apparently knew where he was going, so Zack was beyond content to simply ride along. Every so often, the right gust of wind would blow some ash into the clown car, but he was beyond used to the stuff being simply everywhere at this point. It would take dying and (hopefully) respawning at the Nexus to truly purge himself of this gunk, and even then he was sure it would find a way to keep showing up.
The situation seemed a bit odd. Drake, his principal, and now apparently Zack were aligned with the Gorons, but the question was whether or not the Gorons would go for being bait in order to help the Koopas. He didn’t know anything about the relationship between the Koopas and the Gorons, but benevolence and charity were a rarity in politics, and not to mention pro bono? It was all but nonexistent at that point. He decided he’d just let Drake keep running his mouth when they got there. The smuggler was pretty good at that.
Evidently Drake did know where he was going, because it wasn’t terribly long before they were descending on a caravan of Gorons that were transporting a whole bunch of ore. The clown car came the closest it could to landing, hovering mere inches off the ground with its propeller spinning furiously underneath it.
Drake quickly dismounted, while Zack stared in awe at the members of the convoy. They were giant golems. Literally, from top to bottom, they were enormous rock people. There were monsters like them in his home world, but these seemed to be totally civilized, given that the leader simply crossed his arms and looked warily at Drake. Zack resisted every urge to bring his hand up and rest it on the Buster Sword. It was instinct to want to draw it as fast as possible, but he decided he’d better not show any sign of aggression.
“Koopa…friends?” the lead Goron asked, tilting his head in confusion. Humans with the very unique technology of Bowser’s kingdom was not a common sight. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re with you,” Drake said, producing the same phone with the same email and producing it like it was a badge or something.
The Goron took the phone and squinted as he tried to read it. Even though he got a few important sentences, he attempted to tap it and increase the size of the text. This immediately resulted in a shattered screen, causing the Goron to flinch and look around awkwardly, while Drake’s face sank for a moment. Zack suppressed a laugh, but then nodded in acknowledgment when Drake turned and looked right at him. He’d use a little prime magic and fix it up later.
“Very well, brothers,” the Goron said as he handed the destroyed phone to Drake, who pocketed it with a grumble. “What do you need?”
“We think a group of bandit raiders are going to attack this convoy,” Drake said, while Zack crossed his arms behind him and listened.
“What makes you say that?” the Goron curiously replied.
“Well, uh, because they’re after us,” Drake admitted. “And now we’re pretty easy to find.”
The Goron tilted his head in alarmed confusion. “Then, why did you…?”
“Look, this is in motion,” Drake interrupted. “They’re already around here, and we’re big sitting targets, now.”
“Uhh…”
Zack uncrossed his arms and moved up next to Drake, at that point. These poor Gorons would trying to figure this out all day, understandably.
“It’s just a slight detour, guys,” Zack chipped in. “We’ll have you back on your way shortly.”
“Alright,” the lead Goron gave a nod as he looked between the two. “What’s the plan?”