With a simple fling, Flask unleashed his shuriken at one of the beasts.
(Forget if tie is won by attacker or defender. But whichever way it takes no damage.)
(Forget if tie is won by attacker or defender. But whichever way it takes no damage.)
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Flask did not go down well. He fell into the lake, as his pig fell on-top of him, causing a bit of a crunch sound-effect. Gurgling in the lake, Flask pushed his pig companion off as he glanced around. "Sire." Flask spoke up as he glanced around the area, "Hold on lemme get out the map, aaand if we are where I think we are, we will have some of Spoosh's forces to go up against."
"It as my ancestors told me..." Flask mused before entering a dramatic pause. "...Foreigners are unable to even do the simplest of traps." Flask clapped his hands, as a twinkle glimmered in his right eye. From out of nowhere, several mint leaves began blowing around him. And with a feat of acrobatics the Ninja Chef did a flip in the air for no reason, except for having a dramatic scene where he was followed by a strange pattern of lines. "Foolish chest! Behold just a mere glimmer of the teachings of my ancestors!"
With a quick flourish of his right hand, the Ninja Chef pulled out a blender blade as he began to slash away at the scenery mint leaves. And more importantly, deactivate the trap in a flashy manner. Namely untie the string while using the sharp edges of the blender blade. Why? Because Flask felt it would be cool and demonstrate skills needed in the kitchen.
Or something like that. What mattered was that the trap had to be disarmed. And Flask would make sure that chest was to be disarmed in a cool fashion. Well, hopefully he got to it before his Sous Chef companion.
Finishing up his mission he simply slowly lifted up the chest to gaze at what was inside.
After such a magnificent display, Flask quickly ran towards the vending machine. "Now this, the secret to this machine is quite clear." His pig tromped along towards him while chewing on a half-eaten newspaper. Flask quickly scratched at his pig companion's back as he moved towards the others and simply pressed a button for some Ninpop.
With a quick flourish of his right hand, the Ninja Chef pulled out a blender blade as he began to slash away at the scenery mint leaves. And more importantly, deactivate the trap in a flashy manner. Namely untie the string while using the sharp edges of the blender blade. Why? Because Flask felt it would be cool and demonstrate skills needed in the kitchen.
Or something like that. What mattered was that the trap had to be disarmed. And Flask would make sure that chest was to be disarmed in a cool fashion. Well, hopefully he got to it before his Sous Chef companion.
Finishing up his mission he simply slowly lifted up the chest to gaze at what was inside.
After such a magnificent display, Flask quickly ran towards the vending machine. "Now this, the secret to this machine is quite clear." His pig tromped along towards him while chewing on a half-eaten newspaper. Flask quickly scratched at his pig companion's back as he moved towards the others and simply pressed a button for some Ninpop.
Right well, it didn't appear there were any nasty sorts of creatures. Flask poked his pig, who let out an annoyed oink. "The creatures are not here, so you know what that means." He stated to the pig, who just stared mindlessly at the crudely written sign. Well, to be fair it had a tad better penmanship than the map. But the map still held the most importance, as according to it, there were traps to be found. And the Ninja Chef knew he had to dispose of them for the safety of his companions.
And so, Flask poked his pig once more. Receiving the message, the pig laid its snout against the ground as it began sniffing out. Flask would not let the precious intelligence he had gathered go to waste. Now hopefully would be the simple procedure of securing the location of the traps and getting rid of them in a safe and efficient manner.
And so, Flask poked his pig once more. Receiving the message, the pig laid its snout against the ground as it began sniffing out. Flask would not let the precious intelligence he had gathered go to waste. Now hopefully would be the simple procedure of securing the location of the traps and getting rid of them in a safe and efficient manner.
Outside the Cafeteria Hallway
The Hallways were full with some hustle and bustle off assorted students. Some were simply minding their own business, while others were preparing for far more nefarious tasks. One of these more noticeable scenes was a small hold-up going on between some bullies and a nerd who was backed away into a corner.
"C-come on, just give me passage and, I'll get the money." The nerd pleaded with them, as he was obstructed by a pair of two Elves. One of them was a Wood Elf who had recently buzzed his brown hair, and the other was a Dark Elf who had a series of golden piercings in both of his ears. The Dark Elf cracked his knuckles as the Wood Elf peered at the prey.
"Eh possibly." Spoke the wood elf, before he swung his leg in a quick motion. There was a wet crunch followed by a high pierced squeak. "But we can always drag you there, and then go collecting." The Dark Elf gave a simple nod before he swung a quick jab at the nerd.
The Hallways were full with some hustle and bustle off assorted students. Some were simply minding their own business, while others were preparing for far more nefarious tasks. One of these more noticeable scenes was a small hold-up going on between some bullies and a nerd who was backed away into a corner.
"C-come on, just give me passage and, I'll get the money." The nerd pleaded with them, as he was obstructed by a pair of two Elves. One of them was a Wood Elf who had recently buzzed his brown hair, and the other was a Dark Elf who had a series of golden piercings in both of his ears. The Dark Elf cracked his knuckles as the Wood Elf peered at the prey.
"Eh possibly." Spoke the wood elf, before he swung his leg in a quick motion. There was a wet crunch followed by a high pierced squeak. "But we can always drag you there, and then go collecting." The Dark Elf gave a simple nod before he swung a quick jab at the nerd.
With another mysterious cloud of flour, the Head Chef Ninja disappeared from the room with his pig in his hand, and a lanky pastry chef that was on his smoke break. With a quick sprint, and a loud oink from his pig companion he headed off to begin the search of the territory they would soon be venturing into.
Flask would scout out this territory.
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After a successful expedition of the territory, Flask returned back with his pig, the pastry chef who assisted him and an ornate scroll. Flask glanced towards the pastry chef and gave a single nod. The Head Chef quickly did the ninja pose of holding out his right middle and index finger, while gripping his left fist.
"I have finished my investigation of the territory." Flask calmly stated, as his pig gave a loud satisfied oink. "The land we are venturing to is controlled by the Ogrekin Champ known as Spoosh. In total there are seventeen monsters and seven traps that we will need to deal with. I have determined that two of these traps are respectively a Lock and a False Corridor."
Flask removed his right hand from the left fist, and began to pet his pig. "With this information..." The Ninja began leaning on his pig, as he kept a dramatic pause. "Accomplishing the mission will be a simple task."
Flask would scout out this territory.
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After a successful expedition of the territory, Flask returned back with his pig, the pastry chef who assisted him and an ornate scroll. Flask glanced towards the pastry chef and gave a single nod. The Head Chef quickly did the ninja pose of holding out his right middle and index finger, while gripping his left fist.
"I have finished my investigation of the territory." Flask calmly stated, as his pig gave a loud satisfied oink. "The land we are venturing to is controlled by the Ogrekin Champ known as Spoosh. In total there are seventeen monsters and seven traps that we will need to deal with. I have determined that two of these traps are respectively a Lock and a False Corridor."
Flask removed his right hand from the left fist, and began to pet his pig. "With this information..." The Ninja began leaning on his pig, as he kept a dramatic pause. "Accomplishing the mission will be a simple task."
Emerging from a mysterious cloud, made entirely from bread-flour, emerged Flask the Ninja Head Chef, clad in the standard attire covered by a pristine apron. Soon after his appearance, the Ninja sneakily retrieved his pig that was eating from a nearby trash-can. The ninja glanced at the King as he held out his blade in a random direction.
"Sire." He grabbed a hold of his pig with both of his hands, "Before we all head off, I should perform a quick scouting of where this adventure will take us."
"Sire." He grabbed a hold of his pig with both of his hands, "Before we all head off, I should perform a quick scouting of where this adventure will take us."
Answer: Nope. There is nothing actively pinning them in, besides like a desire to eat.
Well, this is one of the moments my posts aren't on the larger sides. I'll probably get to a longer one soon-ish. For there is action to come.
Cafeteria - Punk Section
"Wooo!"
"FUCK YEAH!"
"Killer"
"...Who the Hell turned off the music!? Shit was tight."
These were many of the sentiments that were shared among the Punks that had watched the event flow forth, and the two lackeys were dragging off the body. Tixhol retrieved the sharpies from her pocket as she returned to drawing on the table. "Ssss, that went well." Charro frowned a bit, before turning to Steve. He narrowed his eyebrows as he kept his hands in a relaxed state behind his head. "Maaaan, we coulda like, totally got some loot outta that! Why ya sendin' tha body back yo?"
Lacey simply glanced at her compatriot and her right hand on her hip. "I know what you're thinking. Besides, we'll get loot from THE MAN in a far more respectable way." Lacey swayed over towards Steven Diggs and smirked at him, "Good work. I've gotta little chat I need to do with 'Nails'. Come on over, after Spike and Hex drop off the body." Lacey turned her attention to Summers, "Yo Static, tag along if ya want." And with that, Lacey headed out of the cafeteria ready to conduct more business.
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Cafeteria - Entertainer Section
"Yes!" Tim eagerly declared. "OH Hell yes!" Kuoronos began laughing as he pounded on the table. "I think he snagged some from uh, I forget which Nerd, but I swear he stashed some Stink Bombs there. Ooooh yes! We totally need paint, who wants to go grab it?"
Tim pondered for a moment, "Hey, I think I know a Nerd who may be willing to help out, well for a bit of currency! He should have some fire-crackers on him." The Halfling got up from his seat and plopped onto the concrete floor. "Let's go gather some stuff!" And with that the Halfling began to venture to the Nerd's Table.
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Cafeteria - Nerd Section
Nikolai's rather, insensitive comment seemed to stop the girl for but a moment. She quickly returned to bawling, even louder this time. She knew from experience, that when dealing with some fellow Nerds, that the increased volume of crying tended to help in certain situations. This situation, of pleading for someone else to help, was one of the ones where crying would likely gather someone to help.
As this went on, the Halfling Tim approached where Nikolai was sitting. "Hey there! I need a couple of directions." Tim began bobbing his head as he was searching through the dense crowd of nerds, trying to remember which one had some good access to firecrackers. "Looking for, bang for my buck, if you know what I'm saying."
"Wooo!"
"FUCK YEAH!"
"Killer"
"...Who the Hell turned off the music!? Shit was tight."
These were many of the sentiments that were shared among the Punks that had watched the event flow forth, and the two lackeys were dragging off the body. Tixhol retrieved the sharpies from her pocket as she returned to drawing on the table. "Ssss, that went well." Charro frowned a bit, before turning to Steve. He narrowed his eyebrows as he kept his hands in a relaxed state behind his head. "Maaaan, we coulda like, totally got some loot outta that! Why ya sendin' tha body back yo?"
Lacey simply glanced at her compatriot and her right hand on her hip. "I know what you're thinking. Besides, we'll get loot from THE MAN in a far more respectable way." Lacey swayed over towards Steven Diggs and smirked at him, "Good work. I've gotta little chat I need to do with 'Nails'. Come on over, after Spike and Hex drop off the body." Lacey turned her attention to Summers, "Yo Static, tag along if ya want." And with that, Lacey headed out of the cafeteria ready to conduct more business.
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Cafeteria - Entertainer Section
"Yes!" Tim eagerly declared. "OH Hell yes!" Kuoronos began laughing as he pounded on the table. "I think he snagged some from uh, I forget which Nerd, but I swear he stashed some Stink Bombs there. Ooooh yes! We totally need paint, who wants to go grab it?"
Tim pondered for a moment, "Hey, I think I know a Nerd who may be willing to help out, well for a bit of currency! He should have some fire-crackers on him." The Halfling got up from his seat and plopped onto the concrete floor. "Let's go gather some stuff!" And with that the Halfling began to venture to the Nerd's Table.
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Cafeteria - Nerd Section
Nikolai's rather, insensitive comment seemed to stop the girl for but a moment. She quickly returned to bawling, even louder this time. She knew from experience, that when dealing with some fellow Nerds, that the increased volume of crying tended to help in certain situations. This situation, of pleading for someone else to help, was one of the ones where crying would likely gather someone to help.
As this went on, the Halfling Tim approached where Nikolai was sitting. "Hey there! I need a couple of directions." Tim began bobbing his head as he was searching through the dense crowd of nerds, trying to remember which one had some good access to firecrackers. "Looking for, bang for my buck, if you know what I'm saying."
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