Rothurage
Old Amsterdam
Mixtape Ghost N
IzurichCourier 6 and Ratchet and Jak & Daxter
Level 6 - (10/60) EXP (+3), Level 6 - (0/60) (+3), Level 3 - (23/30) (+3)
Location: Lumbridge
Dead Zone - Redgraccoon Police Department
Word Count:1654
Ratchet Level-up!
The Courier hummed quietly to himself as he strolled through Lumbridge all on his lonesome. It caused him to miss the beginning of the festivities, but that didn’t bother him none. A lonesome drifter with no name, that’s all he was. All he’d ever be, really. Didn’t matter what he accomplished, how many lives he saved, who he put into power. He wasn’t the hero of his story. He was just a messenger. Sure, he’d done more than his fair share of good deeds, but people rarely remembered the cause in favor of celebrating the effect. And he liked it that way. Too much bother, being famous. Being celebrated.
“‘Ello stranga!” called the voice of a strangely clad man with a gravelly voice. The Courier stopped a moment to look over at the dark alley of this man and raised an eyebrow. “Got somethin’ tha migh’ intrest ya’! Heh heh heh.”
And like that the mysterious cloaked figure pulled back into the darkness. Courier 6 warily followed into the alley, hand on his holster just in case, but once he pierced the cloak of shadow there was… Nothing there.
The Courier shrugged it off, and went back on his merry way. Wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen to him even before all the worlds got smashed together, so why pay it any mind with the crazy mixup of universes? Naw, that didn’t bother him none…
After a quick exchange of his loot ticket at the designated shop, the Courier left with a grand prize. There was plenty to pick from to be certain, monster parts from all manner of critters and creatures he had seen on this journey thus far, and plenty from things he’d still been stranger to. But his gaze settled on one and only item and he knew in his heart of hearts without question that was what he wanted: an Omnic megacore. Instantly his interest in robotics and technology began dreaming up possible designs with this thing at the center. He already had a copy of the Omnic coding on his Pip-Boy, and unlimited access to Bastion. He could combine these schematics with the robots of his own world, securitrons and assaultrons, and even find pieces from other universes! This creation would be a marvel, something truly amazing!
He idly patted the Revolution machine gun at his side, then sighed. Gaige… He was too rash in using her spirit for loot, for making that gun. Her expertise, whether combined into him or as an assistant in striker form, would have been invaluable. Her abilities were utterly wasted in this form. And yet Peach’s new abilities could not reform the spirit from the weapon, unlike when combined into people. Maybe someone else out there could, but for now? A single tear fell from the cowboy’s left eye as he ,ade his way back to the feast…
The Courier slid in toward the end of the meal, grabbing up whatever he could and eating straight from the serving platters. His manners left something to be desired, but it was clear that things were wrapping up so he figured, “Eh, why not?” He spotted the final quest giver, the white-clade martial artist Ryu, and noticed the distinct lack of red in the eyes, and noted it as peculiar. He wanted a fight, yes? And those who fought under the influence of Galeem wouldn’t stop fighting unless dead or freed, so… He shrugged. Stood to reason one of their allies had beaten Ryu and released him with a friend heart.
Just as much he noticed the hunter fellow, that Geralt he had traveled with before separating to gather wigglers, was still around and most definitely did still have the eyes. Hmm. Well as long as there was no trouble yet, that wasn’t a problem. They likely didn’t run into enough danger to release Geralt without having to get their hands dirty themselves.
Then the Courier noticed a new collection of loot that had been freed up, most of which had already been claimed. He eyed it all in observation, but nothing in particular caught his interest, save for… ”Pardon your majesty, but that fine powder there does appear to be a new chem I’ve never seen before. Chems’re somethin’ of mah speciality y’know. Same what with what happens t’be in these here bottles. I’can do a little… Research’n let y’know what they do. Maybe even make’em better, if’n you don’ object.”
”GAAAAAH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!?!” Daxter darted back and forth, to and fro, wildly flailing his limbs about. Jak chuckled.
”What’s wrong, Dax? Didn’t you once say to me, and I quote, ‘I’m short, I’m orange, and I itch in strange places. I couldn’t do any worse?’” He shrugged playfully, clearly enjoying the situation.
”Don’t play with me, you KNOW that was before we found out that I’m a Precursor!” Daxter pointed accusingly. While Jak was enjoying himself, Daxter’s anger was genuine. ”Besides! I think fur beats bark! And now I’ve got this big glowing thingy on my chest, what’s this all about?” Daxter tapped on the glowing weak spot like he was trying to get the attention of someone on the other side of a glass window, and instantly winced from the pain.
”IT’S A BIG WEAK SPOT, JAK! I LITERALLY have a big! Glowing! Target! On my beautiful chest!” The ottsel-turned-tree fell into a fetal position and began shaking comically, only for the motion to release more of the spores from his body. Jak backed away, waving them aside with his hand.
”Watch it buddy! You’re putting out that paralyzing toxic stuff in the air.”
”Oh I’m sorry, AM I?” Daxter jumped back up to his feet and started approaching Jak angrily, who nervously backed up until he hit a wall and couldn’t move any further. ”Sorry, I can’t help it, because IT’S NOT A DECISION I CHOSE TO MAKE!” Daxter thrust his fingertip into Jak’s gut, then turned round to stomp off… Releasing tiny shockwaves as he went.
”Ok, ok, fine, I get you. We can pop back through the teleporter and get Peach to remove it any time.” Jak said, gesturing to the portal.
”You know what’s worst about this?” Dax asked, turning his head to see Jak behind him. ”Now I’m too big to ride your bony, uncomfortable shoulder, Jak. Oh yeah and I’ll poison you too. Buuuut I think I can try this out, at least for a little bit. See how it works out.”
”Huh I didn’t expect him to come around to it so quickly,” Ratchet commented out loud.
“Pardon me gentlemen, but I do believe the rest of the group is ready to move on,” interjected Clank, pointing out that V, Nero, and the others were already in the process of leaving them all behind.
”Right, time to get moving and kick some ass.”
The pairs of duos trekked along with the others, Daxter keeping his distance to prevent from accidentally poisoning anybody and complaining about his feet hurting the whole way. Thanks to Blazermate’s new upgrade, no zombies bothered them and all of them found her “unique” flair to the creatures to be funny and charming, in its own grotesque way. Alas things couldn’t remain so easy for too long. Angels attacked a helicopter in the air which crashed into a police station. Two women were atop the building clearly in need of help.
”Are those… Flying faces?” Ratchet asked incredulously, pulling out his handcannon, still loaded with the pistol bullets.
”And I thought our world was weird,” Daxter added.
There was no time, more monsters were emerging that noticeably did not fall under whatever rules governed Blazermate’s arm, and the women up top needed help. Jak transformed into Light Jak, sprouting his ethereal wings and pulling out his morph gun in scattergun mode. He took off to the rooftop, flying after Banjo and Kazooie, leaving Daxter alone at the bottom of the street.
”Ok, sure, I’ll just stay here and, uh, protect Nero! The dude without an arm, y’know? Gotta be mindful of the handicapped, right?” Nero then hopped from zombie to zombie and showed his combat prowess with his incredible sword cleaving skills. ”I mean uh… I’ll protect V! The guy’s basically on death’s door the way he coughs!” Only V was gone, already by Nero’s side and skewering enemies with his pet demons. ”Ok, no, I can, uh, I’ll protect-”
”Everyone here is capable, Daxter!” Ratchet shouted, running into battle and firing headshots at a number of the approaching enemies. Clank appeared on Ratchet’s back and looked down at Daxter, speaking in a more soothing voice. “Even you, my friend.”
Daxter looked back to see the tombstones were now apparently generating new demons from pools of blood! Daxter steeled his gaze and took a running leap toward them! ”YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!” he screamed in a half-battle cry, half-panic, landing amidst the tombstones and generating a huge shockwave along the ground!
Meanwhile Jak landed atop the roof of the police station, dispelling his wings and Light Jak form, for it was too slow and clunky for natural fliers such as these angels. ”Get away from her!” he shouted, firing off a cone of red eco directly into one of the angels attacking the non-catgirl.
