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Bass hadn't actually reached the volcano-mountain. Instead, he'd landed on a rooftop of a building of some village on the way there. He figured he should at least try to scope out the area - he knew nothing about the world they were in, after all. Watching for a while may not completely alleviate that issue, but there was a chance that something of interest could happen. Also he wasn't so sure he wanted to be anywhere near a volcano that a rocket had flown into. Not for a small while, anyway.
There was a small flaw in the 'watch and wait' plan, though - there was nowhere really he could hide and get a good view, and, well, a guy with a jumpsuit, an elaborate helmet, and a giant-ass cloak standing on a roof was not exactly... inconspicuous.
There was a small flaw in the 'watch and wait' plan, though - there was nowhere really he could hide and get a good view, and, well, a guy with a jumpsuit, an elaborate helmet, and a giant-ass cloak standing on a roof was not exactly... inconspicuous.
So, the world had changed. Bass would have perhaps found that interesting, but he was far more concerned with finding a way to leave. That said, if his memory served him right, that was going to be difficult, seeing as he had no idea how he got there in the first place. This, perhaps, would be where these... Others could come in. Perhaps they had some idea..? Or perhaps they didn't, considering one of them was apparently wandering off to do... What was it? Bombchu Bowling?
He didn't see much point in wasting his time doing that, so it was probably time to take his leave. Bass gave his arm a shake, and the construct around it vanished, leaving behind, well, an arm. With that, he trailed out of the door, giving the odd creature inside the building a sneer as he went.
Once outside, he took off, slowly at first, and then picking up speed. Where had the cat said they should be headed? Some village? Probably that should be his destination, too. For the time being, he'd gone vertically, more or less. There was a large mountain in the distance - that looked as if it might be the place to go. He resisted the urge to kill the other two - they were far below what might be considered a 'threat', so there was really no point - he'd just leave them alone and something else would probably deal with them. In the meantime, he'd head for the mountain, and hope that something helpful would be there. If not... Well, that could be dealt with if it came to that.
He didn't see much point in wasting his time doing that, so it was probably time to take his leave. Bass gave his arm a shake, and the construct around it vanished, leaving behind, well, an arm. With that, he trailed out of the door, giving the odd creature inside the building a sneer as he went.
Once outside, he took off, slowly at first, and then picking up speed. Where had the cat said they should be headed? Some village? Probably that should be his destination, too. For the time being, he'd gone vertically, more or less. There was a large mountain in the distance - that looked as if it might be the place to go. He resisted the urge to kill the other two - they were far below what might be considered a 'threat', so there was really no point - he'd just leave them alone and something else would probably deal with them. In the meantime, he'd head for the mountain, and hope that something helpful would be there. If not... Well, that could be dealt with if it came to that.
The thin dust thrown up by her accidental attack cleared, and from it, came the guard, spear lowered intent to strike. She dodged the first blow - twisting her body away from the point - and the second in much the same way. Then the guy wised up, and grabbed a handful of the silly, fluttery cape she had on. This, he yanked down, pulling Cheshire off balance, and then stuck his spear into her stomach.
For a direct hit, she was surprised to find it didn't really hurt that much. Well, it hurt, certainly, but not as much as she would have imagined something like that would have hurt. Nevertheless, her vision was growing dark and swimming, like she was falling further and further underwater. She embraced it - the numbness was a relief from the resonating pains in both her head and her abdomen.
As Cheshire fell, numbly, she felt as if something - someone, perhaps - was rising to take her place. Well, not that it was any of her business. Whoever or whatever they were, they could do what they liked out there; she was done.
The others might have noticed the change in expression on the person who had, up till now, been Cheshire. They might have noticed the change in posture, too. But mostly, they'd likely have noticed the large, wolfish head which had replaced most of the right arm. Which had its mouth wide open, the interior of which was glowing brightly.
Understandably, Bass was rather grumpy; not only had he had some pathetic interloper running about with his body, she'd gone and gotten him into some fight that she didn't seem to want to win. But that was fine. If she was too weak to go through with it, then he'd simply have to use more direct means. He'd blow off this man's head, perhaps followed by killing the rest of them if they proved to be troublesome, and then he'd find some way of going home. He'd been summoned here for a reason, certainly, but he was about as interested in that as he was in delivering humanitarian aid to the children of the world.
Before he could do any of that, however, something else happened. Something bizarre; though he could not move, everything else sped up, as if somebody had pressed fast-forward on a remote that controlled time. People came and went, and things changed until there was almost no semblance of the things that had been there before. How odd. With a little luck, it wouldn't affect his getting out of there...
For a direct hit, she was surprised to find it didn't really hurt that much. Well, it hurt, certainly, but not as much as she would have imagined something like that would have hurt. Nevertheless, her vision was growing dark and swimming, like she was falling further and further underwater. She embraced it - the numbness was a relief from the resonating pains in both her head and her abdomen.
As Cheshire fell, numbly, she felt as if something - someone, perhaps - was rising to take her place. Well, not that it was any of her business. Whoever or whatever they were, they could do what they liked out there; she was done.
The others might have noticed the change in expression on the person who had, up till now, been Cheshire. They might have noticed the change in posture, too. But mostly, they'd likely have noticed the large, wolfish head which had replaced most of the right arm. Which had its mouth wide open, the interior of which was glowing brightly.
Understandably, Bass was rather grumpy; not only had he had some pathetic interloper running about with his body, she'd gone and gotten him into some fight that she didn't seem to want to win. But that was fine. If she was too weak to go through with it, then he'd simply have to use more direct means. He'd blow off this man's head, perhaps followed by killing the rest of them if they proved to be troublesome, and then he'd find some way of going home. He'd been summoned here for a reason, certainly, but he was about as interested in that as he was in delivering humanitarian aid to the children of the world.
Before he could do any of that, however, something else happened. Something bizarre; though he could not move, everything else sped up, as if somebody had pressed fast-forward on a remote that controlled time. People came and went, and things changed until there was almost no semblance of the things that had been there before. How odd. With a little luck, it wouldn't affect his getting out of there...
Mm. Interesting to see how it plays out.
If not we'll have to try harder :P
She threw up her hands in defeat, "Yeah, yeah, I get you." Close enough. Well, she said that, but what was she going to do about it? Get in a fist fight with them? Actually... Yeah, that was exactly what she was going to have to do - clearly whatever abilities she'd been granted weren't ready to let her use them to incapacitate, so that was really her only option.
"Hey, I didn't do that on purpose!" Cheshire was annoyed at his assumption that she was in control of... Her. A natural assumption, perhaps, but one that was completely wrong, "Besides, I was only trying to help."
He wasn't going to get that far with fake bullets, was he? When faced with spears? He had a good point, though - what if she had killed one of them? What was she going to do if she had?
He wasn't going to get that far with fake bullets, was he? When faced with spears? He had a good point, though - what if she had killed one of them? What was she going to do if she had?
Do eeeet
Apparently she'd followed a pair of crazy people. Crap. And they were picking a fight with the spear-carrying people. Hooray. Well, actually, she was somewhat pleased - she'd have been somewhat disappointed if she'd come to a video game-like place, dressed as she was, with absolutely nothing to brawl with.
But... Hmm... What do do..? These were real people, weren't they? Probably. Could she bring herself to hurt them? Well, they had been rather aggressive towards them just for breaking some stuff. Provided they didn't die, then it was probably okay.
The energy from before was rather easier to produce than before, and soon, she had a little white ball of it, roughly tennis ball sized, in her hand. This, she threw at the guard nearest to her. The effect was certainly... Well, not what she had been expecting; the little ball stretched just before it left her hand, and became a jagged beam, which bore down fast on the guard's position.
Cheshire bit her lip. Oops. a little heavy handed there.
But... Hmm... What do do..? These were real people, weren't they? Probably. Could she bring herself to hurt them? Well, they had been rather aggressive towards them just for breaking some stuff. Provided they didn't die, then it was probably okay.
The energy from before was rather easier to produce than before, and soon, she had a little white ball of it, roughly tennis ball sized, in her hand. This, she threw at the guard nearest to her. The effect was certainly... Well, not what she had been expecting; the little ball stretched just before it left her hand, and became a jagged beam, which bore down fast on the guard's position.
Cheshire bit her lip. Oops. a little heavy handed there.
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