Gentlemanvaultboy

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Mr. Wonderfull lay on his back in the water, staring up as he felt the water rush in and ensodden his already faulty wiring. He wondered vaguely if any of his fellow layers would end up electrocuted were they to enter the water now? Well, that was a surprise best left for them to discover.

He sat up and observed his surroundings so long as he was down here. Perhaps there was some trick or secrets to this watery hole that the woman had been to busy being rescued to discover.

I search the watering hole for traps or treasure.

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"No traps! That I kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-know of!" Mr. Wonderfull announced suddenly to the people of the room. At the very least that woman hadn't triggered any when she had left, and just to add credence to his assessment the door also ripped itself from the hinges and trundled down the hallway after her. "Step lively everyone. No need to t-t-t-tarry. Let the ga-games begin!"

Saying such he tromped down the hallway with a series of heavy, echoing footfalls until he came to the cavernous area on the other side just in time to see the woman plunge into the water. Perhaps she had figured something out, or was being devoured by a Loch Ness Monster. No, no, he did not detect any blood rising to the top of the water. What a disappointment.

He walked to the edge in his stiff, overly clockwork way, and saw her under the water there. Interestingly enough she didn't appear to be having any trouble breathing. "Unfortunately, my programming forbids me from rendering direct ass-ass-assistance in times of emergency." Slowly, with a mechanical whirr, his head turned to the door that had walked into the room.

He quickly grabbed the door and attempted to scoop the woman out of the water like you would a goldfish in that wonderful carnival game where you catch goldfish.

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Fixed. I wasn't kool-aid manning my way through the door, I'm just following after and making sure there isn't a swinging blade or a poison staircase about to be deployed.

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Mr. Wonderfull lowered his arms after what can only be called an anemic display of fireworks. A short spray of white sparks, two tiny rockets that fizzled out before exploding, and when he lowered his arms a ton of snakes had fallen out of his sleeves and shattered into ashy bits on the floor. Clearly he had not been packed with the good stuff before he had been shipped out here.

Nonetheless it had gotten the samurai's attention, the man backing against the wall. It wasn't an uncommon reaction to Mr. Wonderfull, he had seen many a person shrink away from him when he made himself known. Many more then moved on to the samurais next step, puffing out their chests and attempting to wrest some sort of control over their situation by threatening the strangest thing in the room. Though, unlike most of them, this one was armed. Mr. Wonderfull felt a twinge of what might be exactment as he was threatened. Normally his memory was constantly backed up to Master Control so that any attempt on his life was pointless. He would simply be reuploaded to a similar body should he be dismantled in some way. This was no longer the case, however. Death here would be quite permanent.

A polite and conciliatory attitude was to be adopted in order to ensure his continued existence for the time being. Jerkily, like the hand of a clock, he brought his arm up to the rim of his hat, took it off, and bowed to the man. "I mu-mu-must have appeared so r-r-r-rude. My designation is Mr. Wonderfull, my l-l-l-lord. I am the gracious host of Wonderworld and facilitator of the games ther-r-r-in."

It wasn't long after that that another of the wonderful guests of this place awoke and introduced herself. Pivoting its bow to her, "It is a p-p-p-pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mi-miss. Unfortunately, you ap-ap-appear to be caught up in some manner of-"

Before it could explain its theory on what was happening the woman made her way to the door and declared it some kind of magical creature. As she did the woman that had been first examining the door simply wandered further down the hall.

"All of our lives may very well be in d-d-d-danger." It said, its tone not dropping an octave below 'cheery.' He hadn't wanted to step outside because it very well may have been a death trap, but if someone else was going first that changed things. He stepped forward which a whirring of gyros, stiffly swinging its arms as it clomped across the floor. "It would be-behoove you to be cautious, miss."

As it reached the edge of the door it looked out beyond and, being an expert on them in all shapes and sizes, attempted to spot any lurking deathtraps.

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In the darkest corers of the room, away from the open door, a figure that was stiff as a board and about as tall leaned against the wall like you would a mannequin. It was unconscious like the rest of them. Or at the very least, as unconscious as something like it could be. Then the darkness was illuminated by a sudden spark that erupted from the things neck as its entire body jerked. Slowly, sight and function retuned to Mr. Wonderfull.

What a first sight it was! A samurai, a full on Samurai, locked in a life or death duel with a door. An exchange the door emerged the winner off, amazingly enough, parrying the man with its bare...handle.

"My, M-m-m-m-m-my, how

wonderful!

"

The animatronic stiffly clapped its hands three times, a loub metal clang echoing through the hallways every time, before throwing them in the air and firing a few fireworks from its sleeves in celebration of the doors victory.

"An im-im-im-impressive display, young master!" It said. "Though if you wish to win the game it is imperative that you waste no time. After all, here in Wonderwo_ _ _ _ _EROOR EROOR EROOR."

Mr. Wonderfull spun his head completely around, taking in entire room. This wasn't Wonderworld. No, no, no, this place was entirely too drab for his masters tastes. He would have created something far more whimsical.

"I app-app-app-appear to be mistaken. This is not my home. All contact with master control severed. Am I p-p-p-perhaps a Player?" He said.

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Wonderfull

Name
Mr. Wonderfull
Character Trope/Cliché
Death Game Host/Defective Robot

Rewards:

• Water-logged: Your circuits and shit are now severely water damaged, your speech is even more incomprehensible. This is a roleplaying impediment, have fun with it.

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Room for one more?

My Hider

Name
Mr. Wonderfull
Character Trope/Cliché
Death Game Host/Defective Robot

World of Light

Linkle

Merge Rate: 30%

Level Up!

Level 9! - (1/90) + 2

Linkle Gets

Vamp Dash

When Linkle connects with a physical Hit and Run attack (i.e not with projectiles) 50% of the damage dealt is returned to her as health. In addition the target is inflicted with the status effect Vampire for a short time. Indicated by purple bubbles floating around the target, anyone that attacks the target while it's suffering from Vampire will also gain 50% of the damage dealt as healing. In cases of a chain of consecutive Hit and Run attacks, Vampire will only be applied to the first target struck.

Word Count: 984

Location: Frozen Highlands - Snowdin ~ Snowfield

@Lugubrious@darkred

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There was nothing. No impacts. No vibrations. No dark shadows rushing over the horizon to the Strangers aide. Nothing but the wind. Linkle let herself slump forward, collapsing onto the ice in front of her and letting her adrenalin flow out into the iceberg. She couldn't exactly say that she had won here, but she hadn't lost either. She had gone mono a mono with one of Galeem's oh so precious guardians and she had eked out a draw. The thought made her giggle as she lifted herself back up and roughly patted the ice he was at the bottom of. "Serves you right, whoreson."

The question of the hour was what she should do now. She had a lot of information about the Guardian of this area now, but there was one really crucial thing she didn't know. He couldn't be invulnerable. He had to have some kind of weakness. Unless Galeem and the Black Coat that dropped her here were both in on the same sick joke there was definitely a way to take this guardian down. She just needed to find the right people and ask the right questions? Did she have that kind of time though? Buried as he was Linkle wasn't entirely convinced the Stranger wasn't currently boring a hole through the ice with his sharp tongue, and if he got out he probably wasn't going to fall for this trick twice. So maybe it was best to make a run for the border while she could with the info she had, hook back up with the rest of the Seeker's, and then let someone smarter try and figure out this trick. Which way was the border, though, and what was to stop him from following her? He was definitely the most active Guardian they had ever met, and she had just kicked his head like it was a hornets nest. Then again, if she waited for the guy in the Black Cloak to show up at Grillby's she could twist his arm and make him take her directly back to Alchamoth using his portal powers. It'd be hard to follow her then.

All these options danced around in Linkle's head, and when she found herself caught up in these situations there was only one thing she could consult. Linkle pulled out her Compass and held it up so she could see in the twilight. The needle of the old artifact spun hither and thither for a few moments before settling on a direction. Linkle looked, and spotted the warm lights of Snowdin. More than that, though, she saw a shadow moving across the ice toward her new landmark. A boy in a white coat, and the little dog that had given her that dirty look in Grillby's. She wondered why they were coming out here? She would have gone down and asked what they were up to, but just as she thought that she also realized that getting down from here was going to be a mean feat in itself. She had climbed as many trees and rocks as any self respecting rambunctious youth but those hadn't been nearly as high, sharp, or slick as what she was resting on now. Maybe if she concentrated she could make stairs or a slide but that feeling she had after creating the glacier made her hesitate.

Fortunately for her the boy had a technique in mind already. He floated up to her perch on a magic disk like Donnie's. He introduced himself as a seeker of truth and an alchemist, whatever that was. He had a kind face and eyes that sparkled with curiosity, but even beyond that they sparkled blue underneath the red haze of Galeem's influence. It was a strange sight, as though he were just on the cusp of freedom but hadn't taken that final step yet.

She sent of command to the ice binding her legs, and it splintered into pieces and allowed her to stand up, though stiffly. It wasn't from being caught in that position for a while, the insides of her boots were also coated in ice.

She didn't want to mistrust him, it was clear in her body language. Even as caution littered her face she stepped toward him like a pirate on two wooden legs to try and take his hand, nearly losing her balance in the process and whirling her arms to keep her from tumbling over the edge. She fell back down onto her butt and looked up at him sheepishly. "Maybe it's better if I just scoot?" She said, using her legs to drag herself onto the boys glowing disk and implicitly accepting the boys invitation.. She didn't know what he meant when he said he wanted to study her, but if he was willing to offer her any help he could she could probably put that library to work finding the strangers weakness. More than that though, a friend is something that she desperately needed right now. Someone to talk to that wasn't a madman or actively trying to devour her heart.

"Thanks a lot, Albeto. This was actually a great time. I don't know what I would have done if no one had come to get me. I didn't even mean to make an ice mountain." She said, letting her legs dangle over the side of the disk. She sent a command to the ice coating one of her legs, shattering it into pieces and wrenching off the boot. She turned it upside down and shook, letting the ice shards sparkle in the sunset as they tumbled down, down, down. "I'm Linkle." She said as she pulled it back on and set to work on the other one. "I might not look it right now but I'm a wandering hero, so I know a ton about the truth of the world. Oh, but can we stop by Grillby's to get my box and my sled first?"

World of Light

Ahhhhh, I always forget cause its the last thing I do. @Archmage MC Should also be tagged in my post.

World of Light

HyruleWarriors

Level 4 - (15/40) + 3

Level 8 - (78/80) + 3

Word Count: 1600

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Linkle

Merge Rate: 30%

Location: Frozen Highlands - Snowdin ~ Snowfield

@Lugubrious@darkred

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Panic briefly flashed across Linkle's face as the Stranger jumped once more, the force of his leap sending the crumbling ice he had been standing on into he depths below along with the hopes she'd had for her final ploy. That all stopped once she noticed the flurry of snow around her once again.

He'd gone too high. He'd used the same trick twice, one that hadn't even worked the first time. She dodged out of the flurry, letting loose with a bombardment of his incredibly telegraphed landing zone. This time there wasn't any fumbling about on falling ice. This time the Stranger went right through like a cannonball careening out into the night, disappearing beyond her view. She almost jumped for joy. She would have if she hadn't heard a noise that wiped her triumph off her face. A thud, somewhere down there beyond the darkness. A landing. A single question racing through her mind: what was to stop him from jumping back up?

Her. Her her her, it had to be her. She knew what she had to do, even if it seemed impossible to her. Falling to her knees and sliding forward toward the ravine she pressed her hands against the ice and snow. Her hair flashed blue. She took a deep breath, then went for broke.

Power slid out of Linkle into the ice under her, along with a single command; Fill. She screamed the word in her head, pushing the icy haired warriors spirit as hard as she could. Around her the ice obeyed, the jagged edges on her side of the ravine rounding off before starting to branch out toward the other side. Inside the ravine the same thing began, wicked spikes of ice shooting out across the divide and impaling themselves into the opposite wall. Like vines ice grew out of them, twisting, connecting, merging with one another, until the top of the ravine was covered seamlessly with a span of ice. It was as though the ravine had never even been there.

It wasn't enough, though. She couldn't just put a lid over him. Linkle dug deeper, pushing out more ice than she had ever tried before. To send it down. Grow, delve, deeper and deeper. Down into the crevasse. The ice jumped at her orders, growing from all sides straight downward. She wasn't going to cap the ravine, she was going to fill it in. The ice sprinted down along the walls, probing for every single nook and cranny that it could possibly fill and moving into the space. Linkle wasn't going to leave him with anything. No air to breath, no light to see, no space to even move those strong arms. Nothing but the dark and the crushing weight of the glacier.

"Just. Wait. Your. Turn!" She breathed out as she put everything she had into this. Distantly, in the back of her mind, she could hear a woman laughing. She closed her eyes and powered through it, not even noticing the ice creeping up her arms. Not feeling the air as the ground actually started to rise. When the ice found no more space to fill below it started growing on top. By the time Linkle stopped and opened her eyes once more she found herself seated atop a mountainous crag of solid ice that loomed like the tomb of some ancient king over the ice field, her arms buried up to the elbows in the ice. She jerked back with a shot, the ice around her arms shattering. The only thing that kept her from tumbling off this new landmark was that her legs were in a similar situation as her arms, her thighs half trapped in the ice from where she had knelt.

The reason for her surprise was simple. When she had opened her eyes she had been face to face with some kind of monster lurking on the other side of the ice. It only took her a moment of looking around her to realize her mistake. The mirror sheen of all this new ice mocked her with the truth. It was the first time she had actually seen herself since since the fight with Marie. She had expected herself to look pretty bad, she had seen the previous skullgirl, but there was a difference between knowing you probably look like a corpse and seeing yourself as a corpse. Her skin was pale, her eyes sunken, and even the blue hair she sported right now had lost the wintery sparkle she had grown fond of. Then there was the eyes. She could hardly see the laughing skull that inhabited them for the red glare her reflection cast back at her. It was no wonder the people at Grillby's hadn't given her a kind welcome, she looked like some kind of Dark Linkle. Then there was that empty feeling in her chest, it felt like more had fallen into the hole.

There was no time for wallowing in self-conscious despair, though. Linkle cupped her ears and tried to listen to the world around her for cracking or pounding or shattering. Had this worked? This was more than even she had intended, but she wasn't going to complain if it kept him down there. If it didn't she would probably feel in in her legs before anything else.

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Link

Location: Limsa Lominscuttle Town ~ The Drowning Wench

@Yankee@Dark Cloud

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"But who's going to protect me if you're not around?" Link said jokingly as The Princess got up to leave, but didn't make any move to follow her. Even if he were still overly concerned for her safety she now had perhaps the biggest guy in the city to escort her around.

"You would be very surprised about what bugs can do for you." Link replied to Ms. Fortunes doubts. "There are lots of benefits provided you brew them with the right ingredients. Crickets for stamina, dragonflies to shrug off fire and lightning, fireflies to make yourself sneakier, beetles for a boost of strength. After my hero days are behind me I could live off making elixirs just from stuff you can find out behind your house."

The Cadet had his own answer to the question of where his strength sprang from, which was simple strength of arm and a hearty diet. Link wished he could be sure his came from the same place. He also added some details to Link's story of how he joined, and mentioned something that instantly intrigued Link as he sat the Dark Link statuette in the center of the table for all to admire. Link was surprised to hear that he had been equipped with arrows that could do that same thing during that battle, but before he got the chance to press further Ms. Fortune continued her story.

His face hardened the woman reveled the source of her horrifically strange powers. He could imagine what it would be like to be sliced apart, he had taken enough hits with bladed weapons that were bigger than him to understand what that would feel like. Still, he gave a hearty 'Hear Hear!" As the woman pushed past her sorrow over her state and her family to order another round of food. He slammed the rest of his milk as The Cadet stood up and started packing up to leave, eyeing Link as he motioned to the statuette sitting on the table. Link reached over, holding it up to his face by the base. "Yeah, I can hold onto handsome here." With a flick of his wrist the Dark Link vanished in a plume of blue sparks, safely stored away in the Shiekah Slate. "Be careful on your way! Don't talk to any strange women." He called out after him as he left.

After Cadet was gone Link handily started helping himself to the food he had left on the table, pulling up a plate of pasta with some kind of black sauce and digging in like he had been invited to. There was no need for food to go to waste. After her got done slurping that whole thing up in a matter of seconds he set down his fork and said, "If you see and of these Medici guys in this world make sure to tell us. I don't want to leave people like that to their own devices."

It was around that time Blazermat pulled up a chair, asking what was going on. Frog showed an immediate interest in the mechanical girl, a curiosity that was mirrored by Link come to think of it. All he knew about her was that she was good at healing things and that Zelda would go absolutely mad if she ever laid eyes on her. He whipped out the Shiekah Slate again to take a quick picture of her to show the Princess in case something happened to Blazermate tomorrow. "We were just talking." He said as he tried to find her best side from his seat. There was a SNAP as he took the picture. "I think the first question was about powers, which Frog never answered." He turned the camera on the amphibian and snapped two more pictures of his sword and shield. "What about it you two? Do your powers come from a special place? How did you get strong?"

"Also!" He said, lowering the slate and looking to Blazermate. "Cadet said something about me having special arrows that turned you into statues when we fought at the tower. You were there for that fight, could you explain a little more about those? Do you think it would be possible to scavenge some? They sound useful."