Mountain Dew Quickscope
Governance Hub-WatchtowerThe music faded out when the first drops of rain started falling. Mountain held his hand out, which immediately caught several droplets.
"Hm?" He questioned, slowing down as he stared up towards the sky. He was so focused on racking up those skill combos he didn't even notice that dark clouds had gathered overhead.
"Aww, man!" Mountain complained as he brought the board to a complete stop, letting himself hover a foot in the air.
"I was just starting to have fun, too." By this time, the rain had started to get heavier, and there wasn't any forms of shelter as far as Mountain could see, with all the doors apparently locked by... well, locks. He presumed that there was nothing behind those doors. There was the sound of splashing up ahead, and seconds later, a thin coat of water rushed down the street, unable to go anywhere due to its lack of drainage ducts.
Seriously, who the fuck even designed this city?
The board shook under Mountain's feet, and Mountain swung his arms around to regain his balance.
"Whoa! Okay..." He figured the board couldn't perform as well on water as it did on land, and he quickly steered around the rapidly rushing water in an attempt to find some dry land. Unfortunately, there was none. Mountain hopped off the board, thankful that he had followed the instructions on the one lifehack video of YouTube and waterproofed his shoes with some wax. By now, the water level was only slightly lower than his ankles. Mountain grumbled as he reached into his pocket dimension and pulled out an umbrella (which looked suspiciously like the one which had exploded earlier) and opened it. The rain made loud
pitter-patters as droplets slid off its waterproof skin. Mountain looked around once again, now wanting to get washed away by a sudden unexpected tidal wave of water like he had seen in so many movies before.
Then, he found it.
Standing there like a lit lighthouse, was what appeared to be a medieval guard tower, its distinctive shape visible even in the white curtain of water. Deciding that he had no other choice now that the rain had gotten heavier and made the gentle stream flowing down the street into an actual gushing rapid, he hopped back on the board. The sudden weight on the board immediately made its nose tip into the water surface. The board immediately flipped, throwing him into the water, which was now the depth of an inflatable swimming pool. Mountain muffled a curse as he landed face-first into the freezing water and tumbled towards the avenue's centre. Standing up and dripping wet, he threw a glare at the board, which was gently bobbing above the water, almost taunting him. The quickscoper took a deep breath, before grabbing the board and angrily shoving it into his pocket.
Shaking some water out of his hair, he trudged towards a conveniently-placed four-wheel drive car, which was also unlocked, for some reason. Getting in and slamming the door shut, he pulled out a Zorbeez Super Absorbent Reusable Towel and began to dry himself. He then took out a screwdriver and shoved it into the ignition, twisting it several times before the engine started up with a growl. He took a second to warm up, turning the car's heated up to maximum, before stepping on the accelerator pedal. The car lurched forwards and effortlessly traversed its way through the flooded streets; it was made for offroad adventures, after all.
The car drove forwards as it neared the tower. Mountain could make out its solid stonework construction, and noticed a large wooden door right in the middle of it. Drying the last bits of water out of his clothes and hair (miraculously completely dry now), he took out a reverse umbrella and stepped out of the car onto dry sidewalk. Or at least land that wasn't a foot underwater. He took a moment to scrutnise the structure. It looked pretty menacing, if he was being honest, and the lighting that flashed every few seconds that lit up the building didn't help, either. Shrugging, he put his hand on the door.
But before he could push it open, a cry came from behind him, garbled and distorted. "Don't go into the tower! Please! You have to help me!" Mountain spun around, head darting between it and the tower. He adopted a thinking pose as he was faced with one of those choices that probably affected the events of the story. It took him roughly 2.7127 seconds to decide.
"Nah, fuck that!" With that, he kicked open the door of the watchtower. There was probably some epic loot in there, and whoever was screaming was probably an evil monster or something. He pulled out his AWP and walked in.
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