Gentlemanvaultboy

Target Earth! [A Monster Marathon]

Luna launched herself into the air, water enveloping the paddle of Walrus Whisker as she rose off the sand and swept it in an upward arc through the air. There was power in the blow. Passion. She knew that must be a part of it. A strength that carried you up he river, over waterfalls, to a place of safety.

There was something missing, though, as she landed back in the sand. She tucked the oar into the crook of her arm and closed her eyes, thinking. There was more to this fish, an aspect that continued to elude her. So long as she wasn't able to see that she would never be able to capture a salmons shape.

She was so deep in though she hardly noticed the increased breeze until she heard her new roommates voice calling over to her.

“Elder martial sister. Your salmon keeps getting better. I look forward to seeing you use it in battle!”

She opened her eyes to see Gou in the middle of his own training regiment, wind swirling around him to pile makeshift dunes. "I don't think it's going to make its debut for a little while." Luna replied. "There's something about this fish that it feels like I'm not getting." Maybe that was the reason Guru had sent her out to the salmon run. There was something intrinsic about the fish that he wanted her to understand.

Nevertheless a little encouragement went a long way toward convincing her to keep going for a while longer. Knocking off too early in front of someone that called her something like "elder martial sister" just didn't feel right. She was gonna at least keep at it as long as he was.

As both of them finished up practicing their particular element for the day and Gou swept up the damage he had caused to the beach he brought up something she had said in passing a couple of night ago about recording their next battle. She had walked over to a beach chair she had laid out for her bag to pull out a fluffy blue towel to dry herself off with, and as he said she instantly grinned and dived back into the bag to pull out her phone. "It's probably not as good as the camera's that were on the big guy yesterday," she said, fiddling with the touch screen as she walked up and showed him. The phone had not come away from its bump on the road totally intact and now had one long crack running down the screen but behind that you could see the sand of the beach as the phone recorded it. "With one of these, anyone can record anything so long as they point it in the right direction." She brought it up, pointing it out over the ocean. "Next time we fight a monster we can just set this up somewhere. Fun, right?"

There was a sudden commotion from down the beach, a yell breaking apart the peace, that she turned the phone to record. A couple of teenagers, probably kids just looking to have fun, were sprinting down the beach as fast as they could. It wasn't that weird, usually one or two people a day wandered this far down, but they were in obvious distress and the lead guy had a strange brown residue around his mouth.

It wasn't hard to spot what was causing them to panic. They were being chased down the beach by...by...Muffins? Two muffins, wielding giant candy canes. "Keep going kids. We've got this." She told the boys as the sprinted past. The muffin men, seeing two people much more confident than their pervious victims, skidded to a stop before the two of them and eyed them cautiously. "Kind of far from Candyland, aren't you boys? Nice of them to send two this time." Luna said, moving closer to get a more detailed shot. This triggered one of the muffin men, who swung his cane around to try and brain her. Luna jumped back, just out of range of the attack. "Actually, this is perfect." She said, turning to film Gou. "You're up, little bro. Show the world what you can do. If you think you need help just yell, baked goods are notoriously weak against water."

Target Earth! [A Monster Marathon]

Noted!

And this depends on Luna's reply, but we could potentially get a fight vlog going lol

@mantou

I'm surprised I didn't have her already doing that. It's a very Luna idea.

Speaking of fighting, @IceHeart can I assume the muffin men are free to use? I was thinking of having some burst onto the scene.

Target Earth! [A Monster Marathon]

Luna took the moth pendant and turned it over in her hands as Yuri gave the people another show, fluttering away into the morning light as a swarm of moths. Was he expecting more monsters to pop up or what? Shrugging, she slipped the pendant around her neck for safekeeping and tilted her head at Gou. "Whelp, he has somewhere to be. What about you, you gonna turn into a pack of wolves and head off somewhere?"

It only took a little bit to establish that Gou, in fact, did not have anywhere pressing to be. In fact, he hadn't even arranged for a place to stay yet. She supposed she could recommend him a hotel or something, but...

"Nope, can't be having with that." She said, shaking her head. "You showed up in my town to protect it from aliens. What kind of daughter of Coral City would I be if I just pointed you as some cheap hotel? Nah, I'll put you up. It's safer, cheaper, and a great view. Hop in!" She straddled her scooter again and tapped the sidecar insistently with her palm.

They road down the ever filling highway for a while, sloping gently downward as the got closer and closer to the beach. Luna took a little unpaved sideroad, almost unnoticeable unless you were looking for it, that snaked its way through a grove of palm trees. Just as the sound of ocean waves began to hit their ears, she found it.

Casa de la Luna was a modest, unremarkable wooden building. Kind of shabby, really. The walls needed a fresh coat of white paint to cure their peeling, enough of the roof tiles had cracked to be noticeable, and the place where she parked her scooter was little more than an overhang to keep the rain off of it. A hammock swung between two of the nearby trees, and around the back of the property a few wooden training dummies had been set up and had mean looking faces scrawled on their wooden heads.

As she stepped up to her door, bag over her shoulder, she turned the nob and frowned a little as it made a jamming noise. "Ahhh, Guru." She said, opening her bag and rummaging about for the key. Unlocking the door and opening it, a small post card fluttered down from where it had been wedged in the door. She picked it up and read it. "He took off for Hawaii while I was gone. At least he locked my door this time."

As she stepped in she put her oar in an umbrella stand beside the door that was otherwise full of finely crafted fishing spears. The living room was dominated by a big blue couch that took up two entire walls. A tv sat against the other wall, and around it were various framed photos of Luna with many other people. Men, women, young and old, obviously from many different countries based on their dress and the eclectic backgrounds of the photos. To a one, they all held themselves like someone that could handle themselves in a fight. She walked over to the middle of the room and, with her foot, shoved a wooden coffee table laden with National Geographic's into the corner before turning and lifting up the cushion of the couch to show him the handle underneath. "This is your bed, pull it out when your ready to go to sleep. I'll get you some fresh sheets, all right. In the meantime make yourself at home."

Luna walked off down the hall, tapping a door in the hallway with her knuckle on her way. "This is the bathroom, btw." She said, before turning and walking through a bead curtain into another room. If one looked around they would see that the bathroom door was, in fact, the only interior door. The living room and the kitchen were separated only by a metal strip in the floor where the carpet ended and tile began. The other two rooms down the hallway only had curtains of brown and blue beads the draped down like the stingers of a jellyfish.

After some rummaging sound she retuned with a pillow and big blue and black Wave Body brand comforter she set on the side of the couch. Then she flopped down next to it, leaned her head back, and breathed in the familiar air. There was no place like home.

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One Week Later

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Luna had ordered pizza that first night, seeing as the only things left in her refrigerator were a couple of frozen juice pops and a bunch of drinks called Alova, which were made by mixing Aloe Vera and various fruit juices. Guru was a practicing breatharian, or at least he claimed to be, but she was beginning to find that claim very suspicious.

After a few trips down to the ocean, though, she had restocked her stores of fresh fish. That was the thing about her little house, if you walked just a little ways toward the sound of waves the dirt very quickly turned to sand and you emerged from the underbrush onto one of the less popular, more out of the way stretched of Coral City's famed beaches. Luna relaxed here, did some of her daily training here, and sometimes just wandered down into the surf with a spear on her back and swam out until she found that nights dinner.

Her focus for the week was spilt two ways. The first was practice, trying to find the correct form for her Salmon technique. Every day she took some time to go out back and swing the old Oar around, picturing the Salmon. It's movements, it's form, what it had to have felt like swimming upstream. She tried to be the salmon, shape the water into the essence of the salmon. It was slow going. It was hard getting into the headspace of something with that kind of single minded drive. The other was getting Gou acclimatized and showing him around if he wanted to. She was used to seeing new places herself, so the opportunity to play guide for somebody else was excruciatingly exciting to her.

The only marring bit of the week, to her anyway, is that when she tried to watch tv a lot of her shows were getting preempted by footage of civil unrest around the world on account of the aliens. They really seemed to be throwing people into a tizzy, to the point where the news was seriously threatening to harsh her vibe. "We should film a monster fight if we get the chance." She mused one night. "People wouldn't be freaking out like this if they saw how we'd handled it."

World of Light

Link

Word Count: 1102

Level 5 - (50/50) + 2

Location: The Bottomless Sea

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"I feel like we're all talking about different things using the same word." Link said as Sakura told him about her wild man friend. He glanced over at Bella and felt a pang of guilt over the effect his and the Cadets words had on her. Peach and Ms. Fortune managed to sooth the girl's heart, and that was because Peach was ultimately right: if you weren't a monster after you were freed from Galeem's influence you definitely hadn't been before. He didn't know the whole story behind her and Rika, but he couldn't help but compare the two to the Guardians. Maybe they had been empty vessels, filled with a darker purpose by some unknown Malice. "Sorry, Bella. If you're able to cry like that now you weren't a monster at any point. They're a lot simpler than that. It's like Cadet said, they're more instinct based."

Even Cadet's definition, however, seemed to differentiate from Link's. The way he seemed to consider the little animal that had joined him at his side to be a "monster" proved that. He pointed at it. "That can't be a monster, for example. Because a monster's first instinct would be to eat your leg." Geralt's definition was even stranger to him, because it seemed like in his world there were people that could talk and be reasoned with that somehow counted as a monster. It seemed like some people even considered him to be a monster, which he wasn't sure how to process. Sure, Bowser would be an easy mistake to make before he opened his mouth and told you to knock it off but what about Geralt was particularly monstrous?

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill your friend.” He reassured Sakura’s pouty face. “There’s more to it than just looking scary. It’s an…” He struggled to find a correct way to say this, but the most appropriate way he found was also distressingly understated. “It’s an attitude problem.”

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As they arrived at the base of the light they had been following they found what looked like an enormous building. What this thing had been built on he had no idea. It wasn’t floating in the water, because it wasn’t moving with the roughness of the sea. He wondered if the complex incorporated the same kid of technology that let the Atomos hang in the air without wings or a propeller. Regardless, he understood technology that was way beyond his understanding when he saw it.

Ms. Fortune was first off the ship, and as he watched her creep along the ground without making a sound above the pitter-patter of rain he couldn't help but smile. Stealthy approaches were always appreciated by him, especially now. He waited for her to give the all clear, and while he did there was some business to take care of. If they were going to be exploring an unknown, quite possible enemy infested, structure he was going to need his legs back. He approached Peach, and after a few moments and a flash of golden light he was back to his old self with the spirit of the abyssal in hand. He stowed it, hoping that it would last long enough that he could fuse again if he suddenly needed to. He couldn't help but feel a little sad at the parting, and wished he had an opportunity to swim like the creatures did without them trying to kill him. While he was managing his inventory he was disappointed to find that the helmet and the other gauntlet had vanished from his collection, no doubt because he had given up the spirit. That meant he had to find another unusual weapon to dazzle the blacksmith sisters with.

Maybe this new gauntlet. He lifted it from the pile of loot he’d gathered earlier, the thing feeling much heavier than his old gauntlets. He could still swing it if he had to, but there was no way he could still throw punches like he could in the battle earlier today. The dark iron armor was also heavy, but no heavier than he had felt before. He glanced over at Geralt, big target Geralt with the big hole in his armor that screamed “stab me here.” Before they disembarked he slapped both armor plates onto the dark iron armor for extra protection and approached the witcher and offered both the armor and cestus. “Hey Geralt. These seem more your size than mine. You want?”

Regardless of how the man answered Link collected the broken sword, lamented the fact that his plane had never returned from its mission, documented his entire stock of weapons, switched out to his normal trousers, and hopped off the ship to follow Princess Peach.

On the way inside he saw the pair in the tent that Ms. Fortune had described as “drunk as skunks.” One looked human, but the other appeared to be some kind of hideous tentacled skull. Both were sleeping very deeply, though, if they could ignore Ms. Fortunes shouts so he didn’t see any reason to take care of them just yet.

They continued on inside, out of the rain and down the stairs right to the edges of a deep hole in the ground. Link whistled as he stepped right to the edge and stared down into the abyss. What on earth could be down there? Not more water, it turned out. Peach got everyone's attention by fiddling with so console, displaying a map of a massive underwater labyrinth. Ms. Fortune and Geralt seemed at a loss as to whether or not they should even go down there, but Link just raised the Shiekah Slate and snapped a picture of the holographic map. Sakura was all for going down there, and Link had to agree that it was probably their best option at this point, but Kamek gave word to fears that were already surfacing in his mind. Bella couldn't walk well, a feeling he was now all too familiar with, and it would necessarily entail leaving Shippy behind. Alone and unprotected on the choppy seas above, with all the monsters. “We need more information.” He said.

He had no objections to Bowser’s idea at all, and followed the king back out into the rain if no one else stopped them. He followed the king into the tent and stood at his side, putting on his best royal bodyguard face as Bowser put on his practiced impression of an irate boss and ready to call a weapon into his hand and swing at one of these two if they were violent instead of smart.

World of Light

Hyrule Warriors

Word Count:1164

Level 5 - (48/50) + 2

Level 9 - (35/90) + 2

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Link

Location: The Bottomless Sea

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Link collapsed to his knees as the remainder of the team gathered aboard Shippy, stowing the sword he had been using to take swipes at one of the tentacles with as Peach turned the ship away from what was left of the rocky spire and back toward their original destination. It was about all he could do to merely cut at the tendril that had appeared at the prow, the increased choppiness of the sea doing nothing to help him balance on these literal sea legs he had acquired.

He tuned and sat with his back against the railing, doing a quick head count and noting the damage everyone had taken before hanging is head and letting out a deep breath. No one was hurt. By the grace of the goddess above they hadn't suffered any losses from that debacle. Crisis mode was over. They were safe again.

He could now afford to be angry.

As he listened to Sakura as she explained how they had gotten involved in a fight between two sea monsters, even if the why continued to be a mystery, his face started to harden into a grimace. Worth it, she said. That had all be worth it? At the very least he decision to Friend Heart the big pink monster had been born of ignorance, she was right about that. Someone should have communicated to her that that wasn't how the hearts worked. Then she spoiled it be doubling down on the friend hearts, as though she hadn't leaned anything from what had just happened.

She was so lucky Ace Cadet had been quicker on the draw then he was, as he laid out basically everything Link was about to except much more calmly and in a way she would probably listen to. Hearing your complaints laid out by someone else did wonders for stemming the tide of your own anger.

"If monsters want to be kill one another, let them do it." Link added on to the end, still clearly irritated, as Cadet turned his attention to Peach. "We're lucky they didn't decide to put their differences aside and team up on us. That's how it usually goes." The closest he had ever seen to monsters fighting one another in Hyrule was Moblins using Bokoblins as live ammo. "It would have been so easy for them to crush both our ships if they hadn't been so focused on one another, and there's no way we could even fight that big fish at the end if it decides to come after us for us as dessert. It could come directly from below and that would be it."

"That's why it's so important to not pointlessly draw attention to ourselves!" He continued, to the whole ship. "No more bombs in the water without a good reason. We don't know what's under us!"

He almost wished he was at this alone. He had never felt this kind of stress on his previous adventure. There most everyone he cared about had been tucked away safe in villages, sealing the calamity, or dead. The ones who had come out with him only did so long enough to aide him in getting inside the Divine Beasts. He had never felt this sustained had to deal with this kind of sustained stress, this fear of losing the people right in front of him, before today. After two frantic combats it was clearly starting to raddle him.

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Linkle

Merge Rate: 31%

Location: The Cold Monastery

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It wasn’t too long before Linkle realized that taking the sled with her was completely infeasible along this path, so she turned back and left it nestled up against the cliffside along with the wood the tree women had turned into. By that time Albedo was already some ways ahead of her, those golden flowers of his making for a good path marker as the wind kicked up and the snow began to billow up around her.

She crept carefully forward, a feeling in the back of her mind keeping her all too aware that a fall from this height may as well be one into a bottomless pit from which there was no return. As she made her way along, hand sliding along the wall to her left, she could swear she could see shadows in the white out. Odd specters flickered in and out of view, oddly familiar ones that she couldn't quite place. She drew one her bows as they harassed her, words as sharp as the wind carried in the wind passed her ears, and as it spoke she realized what it was. That was the shadow that had burst out of the old Skullgirl.

“So that’s you, huh?” She said, the only thing keeping her from shooting at it wherever it flashed up being the knowledge that Albedo was somewhere in front of her in this whiteout. It probably knew that too. It would be just like it to try and trick her into putting an arrow in his back. “Come closer! Come on, unless you’re scared of me!” She shouted, but the wind blew her voice away as it emerged. “Try and throw me over why don’t you?!” It didn’t respond, and in a way that was more mocking that anything it had previously done.

She didn’t know how long she was haunted in the blizzard, but she was grateful when it was over and she found herself slightly behind Albeado once more though her previous enthusiasm seemed to have been sapped. Not even the brilliance of the main hall seemed to inspire much in Linkle. She had been expecting it to be warmer in here. It had to be with the way that icy eyed girl was dressed, but to Linkle it was all the same. She really wished it was warmer.

She stood close enough to Albedo to hear the softly whispered conversation, the rules, and where they were allowed to go, but as they walked into the main hall the pair stood in silence for a moment until she noticed Albedo looking to her for guidance and straightened up. All right, they were here. What did they do now? Just go around asking everybody which gods made you invincible? No, there had to be a quicker way than that. They had to return to the village by sundown. She thought back to anything that could help narrow the search down while looking around again. Her eyes slid across art and symbols, and suddenly she had an idea.

“His tattoos.” She said in a loud whisper. “He was covered in symbols, remember? They glowed when he fought me. There was a big circle encircled in weird little symbols and something that looked like an upside down bat. Maybe the goddess put them there when she made him immortal. Did you sketch any of them?”

“We should look around the shrines for symbols that look like that.” She suggested. “Even if they’re not related to his power they’re still from his world, right?”

Target Earth! [A Monster Marathon]

Interesting posts up so far!!

Unfortunately, I have a headache tonight and am feeling a bit dizzy. I'll have a post up tomorrow, though!

@mantou

Hope you feel better soon.

Luna's all, "YOU HAVEN'T HAD A SLURPEE? JESUS!" lol I love it. Too bad Titus isn't there to celebrate. Ahh, but Yuri will visit him with some coffee.

@WindsOfFate

I'm half expecting him to chopper in like a boss to debrief the three anomalous martial artists that showed up to fight aliens.

Target Earth! [A Monster Marathon]

As Gou spoke about the way that he had grown up, only being able to rely on himself and his mentor without a hint of parental involvement, an odd look passed across her face. "Hey, we ain't lived so different after all then. I got a Guru of my own who's way more reliable than my folks." She couldn't really relate to growing up without modern technology (the first thing she was going to do when she got a chance was open up het bag and make sure her phone wasn't broken) but that feeling of an important master/student relationship resonated with her, even if the only order Guru had ever given her was that she was never to refer to him as her Master. She smiled as he talked about he rooftop where he used to hang, get that warm feeling of nostalgia for a place you have never been.

"I hope I find someplace that chill for myself sometime. Funny coincidence, I was just coming back from the mountains when I stumbled on this whole alien thing. There was a Salmon Run on. You know, that thing where they swim up river to breed? Guru told me it would do me good to contemplate the salmon, maybe come up with a new move based on a live wild fish instead of something I saw on youtube."

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Gou spotted his things almost as soon after they'd arrived, going off to change while Yuri the moth played around with a few of the people who had arrived while they had been gone. Most of them had probably vacationers who had come from a long way off and, after being stuck on the road with the emergency delay, were taking the fist available opportunity to stretch their legs. One guy with a camera was loudly showing off the pictures he had gotten of a "giant robot" teleporting away to an interested looking girl, only to get distracted by Yuri's moth form.

The three of them were attracting a little attention due to how distinct they were, and a little collective gasp went through the small crowd as Yuri transformed back into a man. The camera guy snapped a few more pictures as he did.

She didn't blame him. Luna raised her eyebrow as Yuri told her that this outfit was what he considered casual. "Seriously?" She said. "You're casual beats most fancy dress I've seen." No matter how good he dressed, he could only inspire shock when he next opened his mouth. As he asked his question Luna looked the most distressed she since they had met. "You don't know what...you've never had a...?" She was legitimately at a loss for words. Was this the true price of abstaining from technology? If so she definitely could never have handled it.

"You stay here. I will be right back." She said, pointing at him as she jogged off toward the gas station. She quickly emerged again, cradling three blue Slurpee's in the crook of her arm. As she walked out she found Gou resting against the wall. Was he meditating? She tapped his shoulder to get his attention and then extended one of the semi-frozen treats to him. "Here, try this. You earned it." She said, before walking back over to Yuri and giving him his. "I don't know what you guys like, but you can't go wrong with blue. Everybody likes blue."

World of Light

Hyrule Warriors

Word Count: 1219

Level 5 - (46/50) + 2

Level 9 - (33/90) + 2

@Potemking

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Link

Location: The Bottomless Sea

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Link only had time to catch Ms. Fortune's acrobatic return to the skip out of the corner of his eye, his heart skipping a beat in the heat of the moment when she collapsed into chunks before remembered what her situation was. She was the only one to return, either. The abyssal girl also came back, maybe to reload considering she went right to Blazermate's ammunition machine, but she didn't seem to have the time to reload her weaponds again before the bonefish was upon them once more. Undeterred, she threw herself at the thing and landed a solid punch to the head which, after the withering fire it had received from Shippy's crew, was sufficient to scatter the thing to pieces segment by segment.

With that thing gone, and the sound of thrashing water and gnashing teeth now a ways away from them, Link had time to catch his breath and look around. The Atomos was still in the air, which meant the kids had done something to get it stable during the effects of stasis. Around the deck it didn't look like anyone had gotten seriously injured. Even his fish bites weren't bleeding, an effect of the overhealing Blazermate had performed before the start of the battle even if he didn't know that. About the only one who looked bad was Ms. Fortune, and that was only if you didn't know her deal. "That looks way worse than it is." He called out reassuringly to Mirage and Mr. Green. If Ms. Fortune and Rika had decided the come back, though, it stood to reason that the fight with the sea monsters must have been winding down.

He was half right. As he turned to check he saw Bowser with his hand wrapped around the little monster, the thing screaming something he could tell just from the tone was absolutely obscene. That should keep them from having to worry about the eel like tendrils at least. The big one, though, was still primed and ready to fight. It slammed its whole bulk into the spire the two rested on, and with a heart shaking crack the rock broke and began to tilt into the sea.

Link desperately whipped out the slate again, watching wide eyed as the bar refilled. It was around 3/4th of the way done, but every single pip that lit up to indicate the cooldown process felt like an eternity as the spire continued to fall. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was ready to use again. He swiped out with the slate, summoning forth the gold chains to wrap what was now essentially a giant boulder and arrest its fall before it could plunge into the depths with his friends on or under it.

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Linkle

Merge Rate: 30%

Location: The Frozen Highlands - Snowdin ~ Grillby's ---> The Cold Monastery

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Linkle nodded, downing her entire drink in one single go while Albedo made his dog a nice little place by the fire. As he came back and they started out the door and down the street she expanded on his thought. "I guess it is kind of strange. I think most worlds must be more alike than different. Like, have you ever met someone here that didn't know what you were talking about when you told them what, say, a bird was? I'm not sure what a Katzlein is, but I think I have a pretty good picture since I know what a cat is. Also I've met a cat woman before, but she was from the same world as the Skull Heart."

Before they set out on their expedition to the temple Linkle asked for a quick pit stop at the hotel, where she set most of the non-essentials in her room. She kept the strange card in her pouch, along the the berries in case they needed a snack later and the bloodstained leaf because it weighed nothing at all. She also kept the gun-sword on her back, because who knew when the extra range might come in handy. Mostly she wanted the sled free in case they found something interesting to drag back.

As they set out across the snow toward their destination Linkle also found it made for a fine sled. Whenever they crested the top of a moderate hill Linkle would hop on and, gripping the bar while standing, ride the thing to the bottom. It was faster, and it was more fun. As they contained she couldn't help but notice the lack of real animal life, or the old encampments that were in the process of freezing over. They spotted what were possible the culprits, a multitude of creatures that seemed to be made of various forms of ice. "I should hunt some of these on the way back. They might know more about ice than me."

As they stopped atop the knoll, Linkle turned to him. "How cold is it here, do you think? It must be worse that yesterday with all the ice monsters floating arouAAAANND!" She hadn't noticed the tree moving, and now she thrashed while it grasped in its splintery grip. She managed to turn herself to face that...woman? There was a certain feminine aspect to the tree, mostly in its long "hair." Linkle only had a moment to be taken in by it before it opened its mouth and sprayed a wave of frozen air over her that left a layer of frost covering every part of Linkle's body. It was the birch woman's turn to be surprised, though, as Linkle didn't appear to be in any pain from the attack. Just annoyed, an annoyance the expressed itself it a flaming kick right to the woman's chin. She dropped Linkle, the woman suddenly bursting into flame like an oil soaked rag and letting out an ear splitting shrike, but as Linkle landed she pulled out her new crossbows. The tips flared red as spread out her aim, launching a bomb arrow at both the one that had grabbed her and the one Albedo had just escaped the clutches of, blowing them apart and putting a stop to the fireballs that one had sent seeking after Albedo. More trees were moving on this hill though, so Linkle grabbed her sled, scooped the tree women's sprits as she passed, and sledded down after him. A she reached a place safely out of any trees reach, she crushed the spirits in her palm.

After that it wasn't long before the pair arrived at the Temple, a sight Linkle was blown away by. She guessed those waterfalls were where the rivers she had seen flowing before came from, and as they dumped water from between the towers they through up icy mist that seemed to permeate the air around the old place. It looked less like a temple and more like an entire settlement, or a...

"Are you sure this isn't the dungeon?" She asked in awe. "Because if it isn't, give it a hundred years and it'll definitely be a dungeon." This was the sort of place her grandma had explored. She started forward eagerly down the cliff path, wondering if she would even be able to get the sled across the narrower parts but continued unperturbed.

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@DDVicky

Throw a pillow at it and go back to sleep. They can't love you if you never leave your room. Our NEET life begins now.

Target Earth! [A Monster Marathon]

"Oh dang, you can both do that?" Luna asked as Yuri flittered down ono Gou's shoulder. Next time she saw Guru she was gonna have to get him to spill the beans on how to turn into an animal. "Lucky." She said, pressing the accelerator and riding back the way they had come. Luckily for Yuri her driving was as relaxed as everything else abut her. Fast enough to take in the scenery and get a good breeze blowing through her hair.

"Good thing that evacuation order came." She said as she leaned down and snatched her oar up off the street without stopping. "Usually this is a pretty popular road. A lot of people come here for the beaches, especially around this time of year. I was actually on my way back when the alarm sounded." She came upon her duffle bag and extended her oar, hooking in through the straps. She lifted it up and let the whole thing slide down her oar onto her arm and over her should. Satisfied, she took the oar and reached her arm behind her to slot it into one of the three white tubes attached to the back of the scooter.

"You should check it out so long as you're here. There's tons of stuff to do in the city." She sped up slightly as she spotted her sandals, reaching out with her foot to grab them through the straps and pull them back onto the scooter. "Even if ya' aren't on vacation it never hurt to take in the local flavor. Where are you guys from, anyway? Is it pretty far? What's it like?"

As they came up to the gas station she expected to see the big robot, Grizzly, but to her surprise it was already long gone. Not only that, a trickle of cars was now making its way into the city as people navigated around the wreck way up the road out of site. A few past them as she pulled into the station parking lot and killed the engine. Hopping off, she started looking around for a black shape on the street. "We get your stuff before it gets run over."