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Guest starting Kamek
wordcount: 3,410 (+4) (+4 rapport)
Midna: level 9 EXP: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (129/100) (+1 bonus pending)
Kamek: Level 13 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (111/130) (+1 bonus pending)
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Warp Charges: 1


After acquiring both Falcon and Juri’s vehicles and stuffing them into her otherworldly garage, the princess headed on out, and then a little bit later, up up and away to a floating hight she most certainly would have been nervous about had she not brought her flygon out to keep her compnay once she was up there.

Once collected, it was off to use all the spirits they had gathered, using the tools that the Lost Numbers and, apparently, the other team had acquired in spades to improve the results.

”first thing’s first“ Midna said as she borrowed the greed hat, removing her help to put it on, and then raising the spirit of the knight with the shining blade in her had ”let’s make a new beautiful-“



”-set of armor????“ she gaped in horror at the defiance of her expectations, before near tumbling forwards due to the weight of it.

”What gives, I thought it was meant to make something better? So why isn’t it a sword?“ she complained to Kamek, who had been on had to advise about the under team’s acquisitions, and who was stealing glances at where her fused shadow was sitting on the ground between them, doing his best to resist the temptation of its dark power.

”Better, but getting exactly what you desire would be rather against the spirit of things” Kamek, who was mostly supervising at this point advised/joked, before pointing out ”besides, perhaps it is what you need? You have those pauldrons, but your chest only has fabric defending your soft flesh”

”The burn scars are hardly soft“ Midna grouched, unconsciously touching them at the collarbone, before thinking for a moment, and realizing ”but perhaps I don’t need them any more if I have this?“

Kamek merely inclined his head rather than offer input, seeing as she was coming to a positive concussion on her own. He did however offer a squire-like hand in getting it on, leaving the princess much more of a knight than the weak bodied spellcaster she had started out as.

”Interesting, I can feel it boosting my magic as well. It really is almost perfect“ she commented, finding it suited the fighting style she’d developed near perfectly. That made the result of her touching the reset machine all the more amusing as the once again imp sized Midna close to toppled over in her new armor that did not fit her at all.

”Ok, faster we sort this out, the better“ she decided, making only a quick stop to trade for a spirit she had spotted and liked before heading into the chamber, sans the harbinger but bringing along the harpist (Norah) the grey-skinned caster (Shemira) and the draconic warrior (Ariel) because damn the consequences of overfusing.



Midna whistled, first tunelessly, then pivoting unconsciously into a tune you might hear when opening a treasture chest as she checked herself out in the Mirror of lost Battles (which thankfully did not release another Ganondorf this time) before declaring ”Now this, this is better“ with a nod, before thinking out loud ”Now I just need a good sword or five and I’ll be set“

”Swords? Well now, why didn’t you say that is what you needed? I happen to be carrying quite the collection off sharpened odds and ends around for their majesties you know” Kamek informed her ”I believe we were mostly intending to sell them, however if they might be of use of you, I am sure we could be convinced to part with some”

She rather doubted him, till he started pulling out and enlarging tiny objects out of his robe’s many pockets. These included a serrated knife, what she assumed was a sarated shortsword till she saw the size of the grip that meant it was actually also a knife, just one for a giant, a Machete and Pistol that where apparently bound together in some way and, as a fusion of those in a way, a gunblade.

Somehow, however, that last was not the most absurd, because the final pair of blades just kept growing and growing till they towered over both of them.

”Those are not meant to be that size? Surly?“ Midna said, balking at the weapons that unlike the second knife had handles fit for human hands, and swearing ”Goddesses, what kind of monster was that made for?“

”A human woman with twintails and a flowers red dress, and similar taste in red, black, and gold as you now have funnily enough” Kamek informed her, before adding that ”the mirror produced her when Rika attacked some kind of living train monster, terrifying it in the process. She did indeed wield it with a meer two hands, which I imagine would be impossible even for the humans here”

”With two hands, yes, but-“ Midna replied, grinning to herself, before launching her shadow hand up from her head and then grabbing the blade’s handle and hauling it up into the air above while boasting ”I can do it with one!“



”Impressive, though actually his mightiness can wield it as well. The issue is also what do do when not wielding-” Kamek began to say, right before Midna opened a portal and deposited the chainsaw blade down into it for storage ”-ah”

”I can pull bladed weapons out to slash just“ she snapped her fingers ”like that as well. Not that I will demonstrate because that was already, well, quite space consuming“

”I see, hence the desire for swords” Kamek replied, regarding the ability she was attempting to feed

”That and they just feel like what I am best with, which makes it a shame that there’s not a conventional blade in your arsenal. Can’t say I’m surprised, I suppose. I’ll just have to be proactive about acquiring a proper scimitar instead of relying on whichever spiteful god of dice is laughing at me right now“ she resolved, before saying ”but I’ll still take what you have“

”Ah, ah, ah, payment first”

The princess sighed, and then tried to barter with the spirit she had not used, but the koopa was not particularly interested. It was then that she remembered that she did, in a way, have a reserve of spirits. Or at least several she wanted out of something.

A few moments later a portal was open, out of which a massive mechanical paw extended. This was then pushed into the reset machine, causing the paw to vanish and 3 spirits and a very confused wolfos to be spat out in its place. The beast received quickly, and made a right nuisance of itself (in Midna’s opinion) running around excited at having a brain again.

As it did that, Midna collected the spirits, and offered one to Kamek

”Here, your little prince likes machines and robots, correct? Well this one was 30 feet tall and made that thing into a pilotable war machine“ she told him, before admitting that ”It, uh, didn’t really work out as a fusion. Just wasn’t practical to use around anyone else, and to clunky in a fight, but the guy who used it against us as a striker was a real piece of work“

”You had an enemy use strikers against you?”

”Ah, right. Midgar knew how spirits worked as well,to the point that most of its top fighters were fused with at least one other spirit. They were even farming pokemon inorder to make an army of people with their powers. It was a nightmare of a place“

”Well now, that’s one more thing to worry about, I suppose” Kamek said as he examined the spirit, before deciding that ”Yes, this will do well I think. The young master was needing to change up his striker strategy anyhow, given his current army of them tactic is not good for his health” and then letting her take the other blades



With that all sorted, and her new blades stored, she called out ”Come here, thing“ summoning the wolfos back to her side, only for her to wipe the happy wagging mood it was in away when she held up 3 spirits.



The results were both a lot less drastic than before, given that it still had a brain for one. However the odd dragon-ish creature did have wheels on it, and seemed to not be able to float, which made her rather annoyed at the waste of all those rocket boosters. Well at least until it rubbed its back legs together in response to a phantom itch, and promptly face planted when a massive wheel formed in between them.

After a little laugh at its expense, she dismissed the beast so it would stop taking up space, and got to the last business, which was some itemisation of the two spirits she knew no one would come asking for, namely the Pendran her wolfos had been fused with, and the harbringer who was no-longer ruining her beauty.



The wand was certainly interesting, though she herself was not going to get much use out of what seemed to be an affinity for ice magic. Perhaps someone else? As for the mask, well ”Not on your life“ was she wearing that thing, that was for sure.

However, she was reminded of the crucible item Kamek had shown off, and, out of curiosity, decided to try it out with this, and suffered seemingly no effect, at least, not one she would notice until something tried to set her on fire or poison her.

All in all, a very productive half an hour.

The Koopa Troop

wordcount: 1,492 (+3)
Bowser: Level 14 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (232/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Bowser Jr: Level 14 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (115/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Kamek: Level 13 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (107/130) (+1 bonus pending)
Rika: Level 9 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(126/90) (+1 bonus pending)
Location: Carnival town: Ballyhoo’s Big Top -> the avenger: spirit chamber


”Ahhhhhh” Was how Jr began his ascent, but once the initial shock was over fear turned into delighted cry of ”ah ha ha, Woooooo!” till he came to a stop in the sky, bobbing on the attached balloon.

He was joined a few moments later by the rest of the troop, Bowser with his arms cartwheeling for several moments after they came to a halt, Rika looking like she didn’t get what all the fuss was about, and Kamek, who sat atop his broom, balloon less, having simply teleported up after them once they’d reached their max altitude.

”So, how was that?” the mage asked, just a little bit smug at having been able to avoid the trip.

”Kinda neat, though we are kinda sitting supply ships up here” Rika replied after Jr had given a simple ”Great!”

To demonstrate her point, she sent out her singular remaining scout plane and had it do a fake attack run on her balloon, making ”Pew pew pew” noises followed by ”Pop, and then down we go” which put pause to Jr’s delighted, prompting him to look nervously down at the mighty drop down below.

”I could catch you with my grappling hook and then just float all the way down, I think” she told her brother, sort of picking up on the discomfort she’d caused, and looking a little pleased with herself when he perked up in response to this news.

”And I will naturally go after your father” Kamek added, preempting the follow up question from his royal majesty.

With worries about falling to their doom put to rest, all there was to do was float, wait, and chatter till they got picked up by the invisible spaceship. They didn’t get a good look at it, unfortunately, due to the whole invisibility thing, which meant the more straightforward among them could not judge its combat capabilities by its cover. Not that they were going to be able to use it as a warship, given the million times punier than Jr children that were onboard, an argument that easily convinced Bowser not to take it into battle when it had been down below in the tent.

Still, they did get to learn about one capability right away, which was the room it had that was dedicated to spirits, which was very convenient. It was lacking in some former functionality apparently, but they had bits and pieces to fill that in. For one, the resetting orb. For two, well, Kamek was more than happy to show off their own little helpful fusion tool.

”For those of you not in the know, this is the Snaktivator” he said as he held aloft an odd little gismo that looked like a fishing rod with the rod part replaced with an aerial or raygun nozzle ”and it can be used to localize the physical changes a fusion causes to a singular body part”

As he said this, Bowser Jr popped open a pokeball, releasing Peeka the Fluttermane, and then held up the spirit of a tentacled being. The spirit was then pressed into the pokemon as Kamek poked the creature’s ‘necklace’ during the fusion process, Jr having already talked about this fusion idea while they were floating.



”Observe how the majority of the effects are localized in the desired area, while the rest of the form is (mostly) untouched” he declared, thinking this demonstration a complete success even if having the half a dozen purple eyes strung around Peeka’s neck stare at him while he spoke was a little unnerving.

It was certainly an alternative to the resonator, and likely one that, well, resonated with those who either desired to keep their true physical form mostly intact, or to limit the changes of a particularly discordant spirit.

A second demonstration was made with Dazzle as well, the other pre-planned fusion the troop had, which showed off its way to counter something Midna had had issues with, namely potentially massive size changes, as despite fusion with a whale, the resulting change was not quite so dramatic as might have been expected.



As something of a trend, however, this also seemed to reduce the pokemon’s mobility, though not quite as badly as the previous dire penguin spirit had, which the prince had removed to replace with this one. Ironically though, he had, as it turned out, mostly replaced one spirit with a functionally similar one given the power he’d later demonstrate, but at least the mon was once again more amicable, the use of the snaktivator seeming to result in personality changes somewhat less often being something of a stealth benifit.

That was not the end of the showing off of tricks however, as Kamek subsequently borrowed Sectonia’s mimic hat, and proceeded to crush the two pity spirits he had received while wearing it while exonerating its virtue of improving the outcome. The first went smoothly, garnering him a new casting implement that, while more cumbersome, he could feel the power within.



As a bonus, he even got to show off Sectonia’s other helpful gizmo, as after finding that the staff was solely empowering, absorbing its stat enhancing powers into himself via her Trinket Smelter.

Very pleased with that result, he swiftly crushed the second as well. It, however, spawned a stone pedestal, which was familiar too, and perhaps detested, by a few of the seekers. Kamek certainly became alarmed as its spawning location caused him to instantly touch the item it held before he could assess it, prompting it to be absorbed.

”Oh badness, what has that done” he worried, patting himself down, only for Jr to theatrically call out ”It’s behind youuuuuu”, prompting the mage to spin around on the spot, only for him to find nothing there.

He began to turn his head back to complain ”This is no laughing matter young master!” to Jr, only to ”Ak!” in alarm as he found the change floating behind him.



”Well then, that could be worse” he said after recovering, as if having a devil looming over your shoulders at all times wasn’t rather horrifying on its own, before pondering what it could do.

With the tight and packed confines of the fusion chamber however, testing out any fusions or weapons would prove rather difficult. Its ability to mimic his spells, free of charge unlike his clones (who also gained one), certainly would prove a welcome boost to his firepower.

With the easy fusion and itemizing work out the way, the troop settled themselves down in a corner to mull over their remaining collection, be be nosy about the other’s ones, and generally go through the hard task of thinking about how to reinvent themselves with all the tools available, if at all.

Feat: @Yankee’s Therion
wordcount: 1,983 (+3) (+3 rapport)
Midna: level 9 EXP: //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (125/100) (+1 bonus pending)
Location:
Warp Charges: 1


There was, well, a line for the gacha machine and as poor luck would have it, Midna ended up arriving when it was already pretty long. She could have looked at clothes in the meantime, but she’d somehow ended up with a pretty coherent police uniform and besides, why accessorize when there was power on offer to be grasped with all four hands.

Though with that though she also had one where she maybe shouldn’t have squandered a token on an in game item. Then again, maybe she only had 5 because she’d done that. Then again again, saving the world was a team effort, so had getting a leg up on her allies really been worth it?

These questions Midna shoved to one side in the interest in being nosy about what people were getting out of the machine. In particular she was very curious about why Therion was visibly sweating as he went over his results. She hadn’t, she realized, spoken very much with Primrose’s traveling companion, so in the interest of killing time and learning about him and the machine she was going to be using, she leaned in to ask: ”Soooo, what’s got you all worked up, hmm?”

One of the man's feline ears flicked in her direction, but Therion didn't turn to look at her. He kept his eyes on the orbs in front of him, squinting into the motes of light at the visages of the people inside. He was looking for a certain trait the spirits might have, that was what had him worked up. And he hadn't known until now that he was being that obvious about it.

It took him a moment to answer her. He wasn't sure he really wanted to tell anybody. It was only earlier this morning that he'd discovered one of the spirits he'd fused with was apparently deathly allergic water of all things, so he wanted rid of that weakness. He didn't know Midna all that well, but since it was pretty clear she'd fused a ton of times (and she'd done so even for the short time he had fought together with her), maybe she had some insight into this kind of thing.

"...I'm trying to get something specific. To counteract one of the spirits I took in," he said. "And gambling's not really my thing."

”Shame the best way to acquire power involves exactly that huh? Especially when your odds get worse the more you fuse, or so it seems. I’ve started losing abilities. Can’t even levitate or use strikers any more” Midna replied as she casually leaned against the wall, four arms crossed ”Although I suppose the crippling fear of sword, shield, and lighting users I received from the very first one has been the worst so far, at least when its come up”

Way back, when she’d first lost her throne, she’d have never been so open about her vulnerabilities and failings, but she’d come a long way since those days. Well, that and when her guard was down the loose lips she’d gained from a fusion were far more capable of running free.

Her easy admission surprised Therion - but he listened, finally turning his head in her direction. If she was scared to face something as simple and common as a sword, how did she even fight? More than her weaknesses though, hearing that she'd lost some of her skills was more worrying. Levitating... he was pretty sure that was something she'd always had, and even that had been lost? He couldn't imagine being unable to pick a lock or scale a wall anymore.

Jeez... he scrubbed a hand down his face. This was going to get complicated. So now he not only needed a spirit that would reduce or cure his weakness, but it also couldn't be so radically different from himself that it would affect his own skills.

"How do you even deal with all of that...?"

”I had people shoot lighting at me earlier till i learned how to resist it using another spirit, and the proportions I have now closer are closer to the real me, so I can actually walk and run places again rather than relying on floating around” she replied, as if the first thing was entirely sane, before clarifying the second with ”Being an imp was a curse, I am actually tall and beautiful, so after all this fusion I’m more-” she paused for a moment and then gave a little theatrical sigh before say that ”well I’m taller at least now”

Ah, exposure therapy or whatever it was called. Something Therion didn't really think worked, considering he hated the falling sensation every single time he'd had to experience it - and it had been a lot of the last few days. The thought of gradually standing in deeper and deeper tubs of water did not appeal to him at all, so there was no way he'd be doing that. Back to the spirit drawing board.

"So you're basically just making do," he said. Couldn't really blame her though. He huffed in amusement at her last comment, and when he rolled the proverbial dice for yet another capsule to add to his growing spirit collection only to receive a gorgeous woman who didn't appear to be water aspected whatsoever, he clicked his tongue and casually offered it to Midna.

"If you're trying to get back to how you were, take as many as you want. Just trade me any water-looking ones," he told her. He'd already given one of his first spirit rolls to Geralt, as he didn't have any use for the ones that wouldn't help him out. "'Cause no offense, but I'm not looking to have people splash me with a bunch of water until I get over it. Rather take a short cut."

”I can do that if you’ll let me sneak in after you” she replied as she examined the spirit, finding her certainly pretty, but not sure she’d get any use out of harp playing talent. Still she pocketed it anyway, before saying that ”I’ve got five chances. One off that second pity, though I’m not sure if that’s much of a loss” as she popped them out of a portal and caught them in an open hand.

”Had one of those yet?”

"A 'pity' pull?" He had, though he didn't get how exactly it was different from getting a random spirit. So far he'd gotten two of them, and though he had to admit they were both much more interesting options than his other gets while also being closer to how he currently looked, neither of them were what he'd actually wanted. Well, third time's the charm as they said. "I'm about to get another one."

He slipped the token into the slot and turned the crank handle. The Orb Machine rumbled and dropped a capsule down into the prize space. The blue colored base immediately caught his attention - maybe this was actually the one? Popping it open revealed a man with some promising wave patterns on his clothes.

"Huh, this could be it." Therion rolled his last remaining token between his fingers.

”If that’s what you need, then maybe those pulls are worth a fair bit after all” Midna guessed, before leaning in and asking ”Saaaay, how many tokens did you have again? Because if it isn’t a multiple of 3, it’d be better for the team to get as many of those as possible.” before adding ”I’ll even trade you something for it so you’re not going empty handed. I’m carrying around quite the arsenal you could pick from”

Therion dragged his clouded eyes from the coin in his hand to Midna's face. She made a fair point, although he was inclined to just keep the token and try to get lucky again. However, her offer made it clear she didn't expect charity - which the thief appreciated. He thought on it for a moment, then a wry smile formed on his face.

"Here," he said, flicking the token with his thumb in her direction. "Take it. And let's just say you owe me a favor, alright?"

She caught it, looked a little tepid on that point of a nebulous favor for half a second, before smiling back and replying ”allright, but don’t hold onto it for too long. In a few days we’ll have Galeem in a grave and then who knows what the future holds after that”

"Of course." A favor could be a powerful thing, so he would be taking advantage of it as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Given the nature of the Seekers' collective mission, he was sure it wouldn't be very long.

Therion moved out of the way of the machine, jerking his head toward it so Midna could take her turn next. "All yours."

”Why thank you” the princess replied with grace, before stepping in and, with much less agonizing over her results than the man had exhibited, popping out all her rolls one after the other without even taking a look at the results in between. Then she too stepped aside to swiftly make space for those she’d cut inline in front of, before finding a spot to examine her winnings



For her random rolls, well, for the first she could only comment that ”That, well, that’s a lot” before moving on to less hilly pastures. The second she had more interest in the weapon the woman was holding than the woman herself because she couldn't figure out ”What in the world is that? Is it a hammer but with a bow as the shaft? How? Why?” and promptly resolved to find out the answer once they where on the ship.

Next up was a blindfolded woman in a dark dress that very much fit her fashion sense. Also her inhuman skin color. That certainly made her a fusion candidate on aesthetics alone, though was that worth whatever the price was? Something to consider. Finally, a lady with a familiar looking weapon, more or less exactly like the thing that had dragged Goldlewis up in the film those freaks game, which is the only reason she knew what it was for. Probably another item candidate.

As for the pity rolls, the intent for the first was obvious ”A floating beast for one of my things to fuse with. Funny is that because I mentioned losing my own ability to float or?” but the second had her stumped while looking at the man, only to understand when her eyes went up to his magnificent weapon.

”Ohhhh, well now. Hopefully that’s not a flimsy piece of junk like the last two swords I got. I really do need a replacement for those” she said, before adding just a little sadly ”and for Maos”

She hoped the demon was doing ok, wherever he was, regardless of his abrasiveness.

At any rate, with that sorted, it was high time they prepped to get going, the princess moving her way towards the exit so as to avoid any rush. While doing so she overheard that this Captain Falcon fellow, who they had apparently recruited, wanted to bring his vehicle along, but was unable to do so due to the weight limit of the ‘fulton devices’ they were going to use to get back.

”I can help with that” she popped into the conversation to inform him that ”I can send stuff to a parallel dimension via portals, like this” she briefly demonstrated by portaling in and out a motorcycle ”So if you have it on hand I can do the same with this transport of yours”

That didn’t help the whole air hanger only, no landings permitted, problem, but they could figure that out at a later date she was sure.

Hillside Hamlet


Once she’d caught up with the caravan, things had gone relatively smoothly, and in short order, the witch knight had set them on a path to link up again. With that sorted, and having missed everything to do with the catatonic girl thanks to her message running, she decided that the best course of action now would be to have a fly up high into the sky to check the lay of the land. The last thing they wanted to do was cross the next hill, and find yet another giant blobby army over it after all.

Plus, who knew, maybe she could get some kind of clue as to wherever this one had come from in the first place, be it simply whatever was in the direction they’d come from, if not some kind of actually identifiable origin.

The Koopa Troop

wordcount: 1,434 (+3)
Bowser: Level 14 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (229/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Bowser Jr: Level 14 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (112/140) (+1 bonus pending)
Kamek: Level 13 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (104/130) (+1 bonus pending)
Rika: Level 9 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(123/90) (+1 bonus pending)
Location: Carnival town: Ballyhoo’s Big Top


”Wait… did we win?” Rika, who was towering over everyone else due to still being large. Kamek naturally dropped the spell and let her start shrinking, but it wasn’t quite fast enough for Rika’s cheer of ”Woo hoo! we won! we won!” to force everyone nearby to cover their ears lest they be deafened by her delight.

”Ah, yes, we did indeed, young mistress, very well done on your catches” Kayak praised her after he had his hearing back and she was back down to size. Jr hurried over to chat to his sis about who and how she’d found people, while Bowser did some slow metal math and realized something with a ”Buh” and a slack jaw: namely that he was the only member of the troop to not win a single podium position at all.

One of the few people to be in that pile even, and for them, there wasn’t going to another chance because of their frugalness was putting a stop to the fun before they ran out of free games. That got some a shared ‘awwww’ from the troopa kids, with Rika having done a full U turn on the games thanks to her win, and that was probably the whole plan of the tent, to get kids to beg their elders for more, presumably pretty expensive, games after the first taster.

Fortunately these particular elders, while not exactly masters of parenting, did at least know how to get out of this situation, namely with twin bribes of ”We can go check out some of the races, catch those koopa kids and maybe get on the track ourselves yeah?” and ”Don’t you want to cash out for some prizes?” which did the trick.

Unfortunately they weren't going to be able to follow up on that former idea, and would have to hurry on the latter, because it looked like they had another reason to put an end to the games: trouble was incoming.

”Heading to Midgar?” Midna piped up on hearing the final destination of the ship that had apparently laid waste to their old home base ”We’d best warn Sakura and co, because it sounds like H is looking to fill the power vacuum we made and that can only be bad news for, well, everyone involved”

”Why let them get there at all when we can bust their heads here and now” Bowser immediately declared, only for Kamek to suggest ”Perhaps let’s get to this ship and assess its capabilities first, sire? To see if it is a worthy vessel for the Koopa air fleet of course” cleverly leading his king by the nose to avoid an unwise and blind dive into that confrontation.

Midna, it had to say, didn’t entirely disagree with the nation, but as they had taken on a whole city of heroes, she was not sure if they were strong enough. Fortunately, there was, well, power to be claimed here, though as Midna was finding the more fusion power took it, the more it took from you.

No reason to not to roll the dice and find out what was on offer however.

Well, other than fashion anyway.

Bowser, at the very least, could do with some of that. His suit was a wreck, the consequences of being someone who took hits rather than avoided them, and the hat that had once gone with it had been lost somewhere along the road. It was somewhat of a dated look anyway, given that the wedding he’d been wearing it for had been ever so rudely crashed right before this whole thing had gone down.

Now was as good a time as any for a new style then, and the offer of something that wouldn’t get mix and matched by every fusion had a lot of appeal. Sure, it wasn’t power, but properly looking the part of a big bad tough guy had power all of its own, certainly when compared to looking like a raggedy mess.

Then again, Bowser’s usual fashion sense where some spiked bands around his arms and one around his neck like a dog collar, so it was easy to argue he rather missed the mark when he ended up picking a biker getup consisting of ripped jeans, sleeveless front open leather jacket and finger-less gloves

Jr, following his papa’s example, ended out picking out an orange and black pokemon ranger uniform, which came with a cool hat but unfortunately the cat ears he had refused to share head ornamentation space with anything else.

Rika meanwhile was already costumed up with her armor, and so passed, while Kamek was just fine with the robes he already had and which had also not changed a dime thanks to the snacktivator.

Speaking of those, while it was not time to fuse, it was time to get a whole load more options to be used for real soon. With that in mind they headed too and started using the gatcha machine, and got to rolling the dice to see what would come up. Bowser, naturally, went first, and was also done the quickest due to his complete lack of podium positions in the games



Opinion wise, the first was interesting due to the stabby back arms that might fit with his existing souped up shell, the second he found was trying way too hard to look dark and evil, and as for the third, well, ”Hey, look at this dime a dozen guy, copying my style” he complained. At least till Kamek pointed out that ”would that not let you regain some of that style, your fashionableness?”

That certainly showed the power of pity, though when Jr stepped up to the plate, he realized that he was a token off getting a second pity thanks to his clothes buying, and promptly badgered Kamek into giving him one of his.



Of the regular roles, was hard to say he was particularly enamored with the pair of muscled humans or the Pit alike, but the lady of the group he did show Rika given that ”Hey, look at this one, she’s got punchy gloves like you, and some kind of rocket knife squadron?” which the princess assessed was ”Neat”

For his pitties however, well, they weren't regular old humans, which was a plus, but they were also super out there and jr couldn’t make heads or tails of why he’d gotten them till it clicked: ”Ohhhhh. Sea creature for Dazzle, weird tentacle thing for Peeka, duh” which seemed pretty good.

Next up was Kamek, and, well, if Jr’s pity pulls had been briefly confusing, Kamek had to admit he was stumped by the bearded old man and mostly featureless blindfolded little girl. In-fact, between the scroll and poison wielding mages, it seemed that the regular rolls were more him than those generated specifically for him.



”How very odd”

He also had no idea what to make of ‘woman with axe’, but the lance knight also seemed up Rika’s ally. Speaking of her. She was up next and last, and got herself an extra Token from Kamek after the mage became thoroughly disillusioned with the whole rolling affair.



She got a big rock golem creature, which caught Midna’s eye when she happened to spot it, and then a whole pile of ladies (and one guy) with rather interesting looking weapons for her regular pulls. Energy blades, a big wheel, and an odd double ended blade that none of them had any idea how it worked.

”Might be able to integrate some of those maybe? Or if not they probably sell” Jr supposed as they looked over all the assets. They all paled in comparison however to what looked to be a hoverbike sized lance wielded by a tiny (probably ship) girl she got for her first pity, and even that wasn’t anything compared to what seemed to be an entire giant mechanical shark her other pity pull got. Its purpose at least was pretty clear as she guessed that it would ”Probably upgrade my whale?”

That would have to wait however, as it was high time to hit the road, and check out this ship the other team had found themselves on.

Only question was, if they had been launched down in one way trip pods, how were they intending to get back up?
So we dead or ...?
I’m sure you thought those where all jokes


<Snipped quote by DracoLunaris>

That's another very interesting and creative Lost Number. The only thing I'd want adjusted is the strength related to spirits. Your character can be good at reverse-engineering technology, but I would rather not involve spirits.


have edited it to: Reverse engineering: Dr Yu has a considerable talent for taking things apart and figuring out how they tick, which an be handy for creating replicas or derivative of supplied biological or mechanical components. She can't do magic however.
I have made another lost number


Witch One - In the Town Square

Ganondorf @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN, Primrose @Yankee, Sandalphon@Lugubrious, Blazermate & Sectonia @Archmage MC Rika & Kamek @DracoLunaris
Wordcount: 3874 (+4)


Primrose had made herself as comfortable as possible, although as time went on she was starting to regret taking the lantern. It made her camouflage even better, but she had to hold it still over her head for six minutes. It was possible that a seeker would notice the minute movements of her hand, especially if she swapped which one was holding it if her arm got tired. If she set it down next to her, its glow might be visible from outside of the veil’s illusion. If she threw it away, that could easily draw a suspicious seeker to her location. She knew she hadn’t planned that far ahead when she decided this would be a good idea, but there was one other thing that could blow it for her: Ganondorf.

The warlord had declared his intent to do battle, even going as far as summoning his moblins. And his own hiding spot wasn’t all that far from hers, both being within the area the hiding players started in. He seemed serious enough that he’d even struck that boy, Roxas, which made Primrose narrow her eyes. If whatever chaos he caused reached her, her hiding spot would be easily revealed. She might even reveal it herself if he actually planned to harm one of the members of the seeking team. She hoped he wouldn’t though - this was only a game after all.

Primrose had a fairly wide open view in front of her, so when things kicked off she noticed Kamek’s wisps beginning to spread around the rooftops of town. She could hear the small group tasked to catch them somewhere nearby, but when one appeared in her vision it wasn’t the old mage, but Rika.

The day old did not, it had to be said, look like she was having the best time, armored boots scuffing along the dirt road as she looked around with a mix of confusion and frustration on her face. She paused at an intersection to scratch her helmeted head with an oversized finger, before gesturing that same hand around palm up accompanied by a look of bemusement

After giving a sigh and then raising the gauntlet she counted off three fingers while muttering ”Ok. Right. So. Ganondorf, Primrose, Blazermate. Somewhere. Kamek said to look for stuff that is out of place but, well,” to herself making a sound of ”eeegh” to express her self assumed inability to do this.

Poor girl, Primrose thought. The former abyssal really didn't seem to be having a good time. Since the whole point of the minigames was to wind down and have fun, maybe she would give Rika a freebie and let herself be found after all. Subtlety, as though she'd made a mistake instead of turning herself in. Of course during the few seconds she mulled the thought over, the thing she was actually concerned about began...

Finding something out of place proved to be both easier and harder at the same time. The Town Square was dotted with a litany of crates, barrels, urns, and other assortment of random furniture items that Ganondorf’s Moblins had had time to place about the area. This may as well have been a flare signaling that there was hider among these objects somewhere. But figuring out the right one to check? The only option was to check each one and either get lucky, or get unlucky enough times that Rika would risk accidentally eliminating herself. All the while, ignorant of the fact that at least one of her targets was in fact disguised as the largest object present in the Town Square. The assortment of other objects had created an effective mask to hide what could otherwise be the potential obviousness of Ganondorf within the horse cart.

Not that the warlord intended to remain hidden for much longer. Above the Town Square, his five Moblin archers were spread out on different rooftops. They were under strict orders not to take any lethal shots so as to avoid violating the rules of the game, should such a rule exist. Instead they were lying in wait for a certain signal to spur them into action. Then seemingly at random, a deep-voice laugh could be heard. It was the voice of Ganondorf, albeit from within his hiding spot as he had not moved out from there just yet. Was it an attempt at an intimidation tactic? Partially. But it also served as the signal the Moblins were waiting for.

So moments after hearing Ganondorf’s menacing laugh, Rika would also hear the distinct twang of a snapping bowstring followed by the whistling sound of an arrow flying through the air. And immediately after that she found an arrow sinking into the ground at her feet with a thunk. If she looked fast enough, she could spot the Moblin archer scrambling from its spot over to another cover spot it could hide behind. That shot wasn’t supposed to be a killshot, instead its purpose was to divert Rika’s gaze in the opposite direction of the horse cart that hid Ganondorf. So during that moment he lifted the illusory veil and stood with his trident at the ready before flinging it forward in her direction. It wasn’t a spear or javelin style throw, either. Instead the weapon spun around as it flew through the air. This way, even if it did strike Rika there was little chance of any lethal or lasting damage.

The precaution turned out to be unnecessary, for though his distraction worked perfectly, the hurled trident’s heft struck a theretoo invisible barrier rather than her chest as it should have done. The golden spartan energy shield shimmered into existence across her torso and head, taking the blow for the princess and, as the ui on her helmet indicated, suffering 0 actual damage for the trouble. A moment later a massive hand closed around the weapon before it hit the ground, grasping the weapon.

”Did thou taketh me for a coward?” Ganondorf said to the ship girl with a grimace. ”If thou wish to eliminate me, ye shall have to defeat me first!” With an outstretched hand he summoned the trident he threw back to his hand. If Rika wanted to tag him with her unicorn horn, she’d have to fight him for it.

After blinking in surprise, she replied ”I can do that too!” before summoning her cannon butted halberd into her now empty hand. After spinning it around once for flare, and then following it up with a ”thanks, this makes things so much easier” before charging forwards towards the king of evil, the game’s seeker speed boost kicking in and turning it from infantry to cavalry charge speed.

As she closed in, she’d suddenly flare thrusters to close the gap with a burst of extra speed as she swung her weapon low, attempting to use its unusual curved blade like crook to trip the king rather than a futile attempt to impale him. That’d be a lot easier said than done, given the king’s tall stature and immense physical strength. He actually did have a legitimate weak spot she could potentially exploit, provided she could spot what that was.

The incoming charge didn’t come as a complete surprise to Ganondorf. He knew from the rules that any seeker pursuing him would be granted a boon to their speed. Rika being able to further enhance that boon was something he had been unaware of until right now, however. But for the low-aimed sweeping attack, he need only plant the trident into the ground to take the brunt of the force while crouching down in order to reinforce his stance and make him harder to knock off his feet. And since he was crouched anyway, he decided to use that positioning to spring himself into a Gerudo Dragon uppercut that could launch her away from him if it landed.

Around them, meanwhile, the Moblins were taking aim with their bows and looking for any opportunity they could find to take potshots at Rika to either annoy her or distract her focus on Ganondorf himself.

She certainly made for an easy target as she was launched up into the air, several arrows smacking harmlessly yet distractingly into her as she tried to orientate herself. Rather than come crashing back down a moment later however, the princess’s tiny wings buzzed, and her antigravity gauntlets and feather fall rune slowed her fall, letting her, pivot in the air, aim a palm down, and proceed to start blasting at the king with ink from her grozco-blaster. At the same time, she pulled back and began charging her other, unicorn horn tipped, gauntlet, prepping up for a meteoric return to land.

While none of the ink blasts could harm the warlord, they could still blind him with a shot in his face. So it was only natural that he held up his right arm in order to shield his eyes from stray ink shots while he spun around and used Bullet Jump to slide several feet away from her in anticipation for what he assumed would be some kind of followup attack. Then he planted the trident into the ground so that he could call down a lightning blast on top of it as a form of punishment for any attempt to charge into him. Whether he was fast enough to do this before he was outrun by Rika’s ever-increasing seeker speed buff would be a matter of luck in the end.

It wasn’t that speed he needed to worry about however, as Rika hammered her fist forwards, flared her boosters, and fired her rigging guns backwards all at the same time she fired her grappling hook.

Her unicorn horn tipped hook.

The tagging weapon blasted forwards boosted by every speedboost she had and arrived in a flash. He tried to grab a nearby barrel and hurl it up into the trajectory of the grappling hook, but all those speed boosts made this last ditch hail mary next to impossible to pull off. And so the king instead exploded into confetti for all his efforts.

His spectral form merely stood there with crossed arms, looking almost uncharacteristically calm and, well, not enraged. These odds were stacked against him from the start. His chances of actually overpowering the seekers were always going to be slim at best. Honestly all he wanted out of this was to end this farcical game sooner rather than later and to go down fighting rather than cowering. So he still basically got what he wanted in the end regardless of the game’s actual outcome.

”That was for my papa!” Rika decade boldly after she picked herself up from having crashed down into the confetti shower, before adding ”Because he doesn’t like you that much, which is why people say that kind of thing, maybe?” rather ruining any impact her declaration had.

After watching it all play out, Primrose let out an audible sigh. It had turned out just fine. None of the moblins' shots had gone wide either, leaving the dancer safe and sound in her front row seat. She shifted in place, the light cast by the lantern turning a little behind Rika.

Rika ”Hm?”’d at one of her shadows (she was making her own with her tail light after all) moving a little bit. At least she thought it did, and so she turned to look behind her, finding there a tree flanked by two hay bales each with a pumpkin lantern sat on top of them. Well, that and a bunch more lanterns scattered around as well. Someone really did like them as an aesthetic it seemed.

”Did, did one of those move maybe?” she said while tapping a hull blade with a gauntlett-ed finger, before giving a little excited gasp as she realized ”Does that mean one of them is a person?” before wondering out loud ”But, hmm, um, how do I… know which one it was?”

Well, the way she started to try and work it out was pacing up to each one and just sort of, staring at it intensely as if doing so would let her see through the disguise which included, eventually, Primrose's own bale topper.

The girl's genuine excitement at having potentially found someone made up Primrose's mind. Even concealed, she pressed her lips together to suppress a smile as she let her arms fall a little lower, slowly sinking the lantern somewhat into the hay under Rika's gaze.

The princess blinked behind her visor, made a little ”huh?” as she leaned in closer and then an ”ah!” of understanding before she suddenly lept backwards into the air, she brought up a gauntleted fist and fired the grappling hook mounted horn down at lanturn and hay bale.

To really play into her role as an unfortunate hider, Primrose too threw off her veil and revealed herself. She stood up in one swift motion, looking like she was fully prepared to flee. But the hook, and the unicorn horn attached to it, struck her leg as she moved.

"Oh no~!" she gasped, and then her short performance was ended with a fanfare of colorful paper bursting out from where she once stood. In her now invisible spectral form, she brought a hand up to her mouth and chuckled lightly.

The ship girl looked positively delighted with her first actual catch, and entirely unaware of the handicap she’d received in doing so, doing a happy little head bob before looking more serious again.

”Ok, still one more to go though” she said to herself, before glancing around and wondering where Blazermate might be, only to receive a little complication in her ear, namely that: ”Pit found Sandalphon, but she seems to have teleported away somewhere” from Kamek who then added that ”I did not see her appear anywhere with my whisps, so she must have arrived inside a building. You may need to recheck inside some places unfortunately”

”Haven't looked in there yet so its fine”

”Ah, I see” Kamek replied, before cautiously inquiring ”and how are you faring, might I enquire, young mistress?” only to be delighted when the ship girl replied that ”I’ve found two so far!” in a chipper tone.

”Very well done young mistress” the mage praised, before wishing her ”good luck with the rest of your hunt” before returning to his own

”alright, so, Blazermate aaaaaand that Sandalphon lady” Rika then said to herself, giving a confident nod, excited rather than put off by the additional target on her seeking list, regardless of how unlikely it was, at least with the information she had, that the angel would have decided to teleport anywhere near where either she or Blazermate where.

As it turned out however, Blazermate was watching all of this from her perch on top of the tallest building, the stone carver mansion, using an awning to hide from Kamek’s little eye in the sky. She was doing pretty well so far, no one had even bothered to look up at her as they were too preoccupied by looking at props to think to look up, although she wasn’t too surprised at Ganondorf going down the way he did. She thought about saving him, but with how fast things were happening and his bulk, Blazermate didn’t think she could do much of anything to get him out of there in a speedy fashion. Plus if the hiders won, he won, so she stayed put.

Although her hiding spot was doing well so far, the giant Sandalphon teleported onto the roof with Blazermate, too big to hide under an awning like the much smaller bot. ”Hey, you're going to give me away!” Blazermate said.

The angel crouched down, offered an apology as she cracked open the window of the stone mason’s home and slipped through, with Blazermate only rolling her eyes

Unfortunately for both of them, just a little while later, Rika came along, and, well, even she could not miss the giant angelic halo floating above one of the statues down below, though she still felt pleased about her discovery. Well, pleased up until the point that Sandalphon teleported away again, but she did at least get a little bit more praise when she reported what had happened to Kamek, even if neither could figure out how they were going to stop this seemingly very unfair ability.

Having found one person in the building could have given Blazermate an edge
in not being discovered herself, however, unfortunately, while people did often fail to look up, they did tend to look out of windows.

”Hi Blazermate” Rika called out as she cocked her wrist mounted horn and then declared ”I’m going to wind this time!” again spoiling her own cool declaration, this time with a slight verbal hiccup, before letting it fly out of the window Sandalphon had come in through anyway. Blazermate had good reaction time though, and while it would’ve been close with only her scan pinging rika when she appeared, Rika giving her forewarning before using her little horn launching trick gave Blazaermate time to dodge out of the way. Well, now was the time to start running! Although before she left, she had to correct Rika. ”it’s win, not Wind! Speaking of, off I go!” Blazermate said, flying up and over the roof, now standing on top of it. Now was the time to play tag, and Blazermate was good at that game.

Rika came bursting out of the window a moment after, and then tapped her feather fall rune, launching herself up into the air. As she rose she spun around thanks to the little buzzing wings on the back of her rigging, letting her turn and find Blazeramte on the roof. And with her flight, it was time for the game of chase to begin. ”Cool, let's see if you can catch meee~~.” Blazermate said as she dove down under the awning of the roof and got herself ready for a big aerial chase.

Maneuvering jets flaring, Rika boosted down after her before grabbing the edge of the awning with a hand and swinging around under it that way, blindly firing her hook back into the space they’d just vacated. Blazermate wasn’t there though, and had zoomed off to the side and back into open space. She giggled like she was having fun before she zoomed off, being much faster and maneuverable than Rika. Blazermate did give her a bit of healing as she left though, but Blazermate wondered if Rika knew what she was planning.

At least, she should have been faster, but the game was hide and seek, not tag, and so the game’s systems stepped in and gave swiftness to Rika’s feet as she dropped to the ground and started sprinting across it at an absurd rate. So fast that she got ahead of Blazermate, and then processed to wall jump up the nearest building before launching herself into the air towards the medabot, grapple hook mounted horn lashing out again.

Blazermate expected this though, and as Rika got near, she put her healing beam on Rika and echoed her massive burst in speed, easily evading the grappling hook. Although now that Rika was starting to get a massive speed boost, Blazermate would have to keep inside her healing beam range to match her. And with that the two started playing ‘tag’ like Blazermate intended, gaining more and more speed until they started to move at near supersonic speeds.

”Wait. What? What! Get back here!” Rika shouted up at her as she tried to run after the speed matching bot, the pair going faster and faster and faster as Blazer weaved in between grapple shots, until all of a sudden Rika’s horn struck something and caused it to burst into confetti.

It just hadn’t been Blazermate.

”Huh?” the ship girl said, halting her pursuit as she got a brief afterimage of Sandalphon before she faded away into spectator mode, and then wondered ”Where’d she come from?”

Blazermate shrugged, then zoomed off once Rika started to move as well. Since Rika was so fast now, Blazermate was essentially tethered to the ship girl which Rika could potentially use to blindside her team mates… something blazermate didn’t think about. Granted she figured they’d all be hidden, not running, so… At least if blazermate could keep up the chase for a couple more minutes, it’d be over and they’d all have won!

She was proven wrong on that first point moments later when she caught sight of a big bee who’s cunning tree hiding spot had been rather spoiled by the appearance of Sandalphon right next to it, and the appearance of Kamek next to her a moment after that. As a result of all that, she’d had to make like a tree and leaf with post haste, as she was now being pursued by Kamek through the skies. Sectonia’s movement wasn’t fast, at least until she started to use her teleport. Kamek would have to be careful not to stab at her afterimage when she started to rapidly teleport around him, but the elder koopa knew a thing or two about teleporting and since Sectonia’s side made it so that he couldn’t stab anything but air, he had no worry about losing ‘tries’.

Seeing this, Rika pivoted, and pointed her now absurdly stacked speed boost towards the queen bee instead, boots hitting the side of a building which she practically ran up the side of, before blasting into the air with ludicrous speed a whoop. Her flying form reached Sectonia’s position half a breath before the sound itself, blindsiding the bee entirely.

Well… Rika was for sure using the boost in chase speed quite well, and now Kamek was on her tail now too! Was she the last one? It seemed Sandalphon escape mechanics ruined the hiding position of a few people, and she made it worse by making Rika super speed! But as long as she held out til the end, it’d be worth it!

Blazermate’s thoughts were by the sight of Rika racing towards her … and getting larger as she did so. Much much larger. Under Kamek’s magic, the ship girl grew and grew till she was a titan towering over the town, which should have made her slow, but. Well.

Speed boost.

To the sound of Kamek cackling, the now battleship sized boat girl blitzed forwards with her fist pulled back, charging a punch, and then, before getting into medi beam range, pulled off her everything propelled horn firing trick, sending the now ballistic missile sized shive blasting forwards at about the same speed as one of those would go towards a not at all speed boosted Blazermate.

Which was a good move by kamek, as the hook was too big for Blazermate’s projectile shield to block. And with that, the shipgirl, after minutes of running, finally caught the medabot medic.
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