Rothurage
Old Amsterdam
Mixtape Ghost N
IzurichCourier 6 and Ratchet and Jak & Daxter
Level 6 - (51/60) EXP (+2),Level 6 - (24/60) (+2), Level 4 - (16/40) (+2)
Location: Hell’s Casino
Dead Zone - Ominous Tower
Word Count:1084
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! FALL TO THE GROUND! SMASH YOURSELF UPON THE FLOOR OF ANARCHY! MWAHAHAHAHA!” Gaige-tron delighted in the defeat of the martini glass, retracting the pickaxe arm into itself and rolling around in a circle flailing about in a mad cheer. The eradishield generator powered down and the robot looked on at what its master was doing, only to be… Not so impressed. “Master, why are you hugging that thing?!”
Of course as bizarre as it was, Whiskey was clearly in some intense pain, but there was only so much flailing a glass bottle could do to shake off a gripping predator. The Courier laughed maniacally right into the bottle’s ear as he pressed his burning flesh against the thing’s face. Then his fun came to an end as a single crossbow bolt shot into the bottle’s eye, knocking it out.
The Courier landed on the ground with a snarl, leveling his eyes to the witcher that had just been a nasty little “kill stealer.” The burns of his flesh revealed small patches of shining metal beneath the skin, glinting in the dim casino light. He spat out on the table and strode toward Geralt with clear murderous intent. ”What the FUCK was that?! I had that hombre, ya fuckin’ back-end of a brahmin!” He raised up his fist, ready to clock Geralt right in the jaw. His anger radiated more than he blazing heat of his body, and that already was enough to make a man sweat! But he caught himself. He held his fist in the air breathing like a winded horse.
After a moment the Courier put his hand down and growled, ”This chem needs some work on balancin’ the serotonin and acetylcholine. Too much aggression.” After a few more deep breaths the Courier seemed to have cleared his mind. He signalled for Gaige-tron to follow him back through the portal. Though he appeared much more calm now, he was still radiating heat, clearly under the effects of the chem he had just taken. He was able to calm himself this time, but any little thing could possibly set him off.
”Apologies, hombre. Ain’t good manners,” he muttered to Geralt as he passed by. Together he and Gaige-tron hopped back on through and reappeared before the die-headed asshole who started this whole mess.
”I’ll take a whack at that die, if’n ya don’t mind,” he said to Geralt. Courier 6 then smacked the pink die… a little more forcefully than was entirely necessary. He was going to be quite happy when the Inferno was out of his system. Too unstable.
Jak watched carefully as the jellyfish like alien rushed out of the tank, ready to pull the trigger at a moment’s notice. For the most part it just flopped and thrashed around in place, like an actual jellyfish would once removed from water. ”Yeesh, not much of a threat or help, eh? Might be best just to put it out of its misery!” Daxter suggested. Jak took the advice into consideration, but then again the bee alien took a moment to recover from the tank too, so he didn’t want to be too hasty.
That proved to be a poor choice as after about fifteen seconds the thing rose up into the air, flying under its own power with no wings to speak of, and started to hum. Suddenly the hum became a shriek and psychic energy lashed out! It struck Jak, Daxter, and anybody else too close, washing over their brains with a wave of confusion.
”I’m a little teapot, short and stout!” Daxter began singing, wildly off key as he danced around drunkenly. ”Pour me some milk from the teat of a yakow!”
Jak stumbled around a bit himself, but did his best to keep the scattergun trained on the alien. He felt woozy, but it wasn’t going to completely negate his effectiveness in battle. Plus, the scattergun’s side area of effect made precision a total nonissue. He pulled the trigger, blasting the thing with a potent shot of red eco. The creature was blasted into the ground and died, while everyone recovered from the psychic attack.
”Woah, what was that?!” Daxter remarked, sitting up from where he had fallen off balance. ”Bottle that up and sell it to the slums and I’ll bet you can make a fortune!”
”Some sort of psychic attack,” Jak commented, picking up the spirit. ”I don’t think it did any lasting damage though.” He looked at the two remaining creatures in the pods, the long tailed alien beast and the red dinosaur looking creature. So far they were one for two as far as friendliness of the captives went, and even the “friendly” one started out attacking them and was unpleasant, to say the least. Still, he wasn’t going to step down from a challenge.
”Looks like you had some bad luck with that one,” Ratchet commented, approaching with his wrench held out. ”If I had to guess, I’d say this one-” he tapped his wrench against the tank with the long tailed creature, ”-probably isn’t sentient. Jury’s out on the other one, though. But I could use more guns to replace my lost arsenal, so why not join you?”
Jak nodded while Daxter rolled his eyes and stepped aside, wanting nothing to do with that madness. Ratchet smashed the tank holding the saurian, while Jak crushed the alien’s spirit into his morph gun and then smashed the tank holding the beast. Daxter opted instead to talk to the bee woman.
”Don’t think that I’ve forgotten about you miss high and mighty!” he said, pointing dramatically. ”I’ll have you know that I’m only like this because of a nasty tree spirit my friend forced into me. As my normal, glamorous self, they call me… Orange Lightning! Z-z-z-zing!” He took a heroic looking pose, one that would have been rather laughable even in his normal form, nevermind the added foliage growing from his fur. ”We’ll see what you have to say once I get back to Peach and she returns me to my hunky normal self. Besides, ya ain’t much to look at yourself, toots.”