IzurichAlright, there we go. Sometime, I'll have to tally up my word counts, add up the XP, and think of a new power for Michael to have when I level up.
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I think I need a new razor. Shaving feels like rubbing a slightly pointy eraser against my face five times.
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It sounds like God is taking a piss on my house outside
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Just noticed that my total amount of reactions recieved is equal to the amount of reactions given. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
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Nothing quite like powering through an assignment through sheer anger at having to do it
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Michael
Level 1- (6/10) EXP
Location: 1-1, Ancient Gardens
Wordcount: 864
So far, Michael had gone through the most physical activities he had done in weeks. A part of him hoped that they would get to rest soon, but the more logical part of him told him that, considering the whole "saving the multiverse" thing they were doing, there would be a lot more of this. As they stared down the gap, Michael had, with some apprehension, climbed onto Bowser's back and held on for dear life. He held his breath and closed his eyes, until they were across the gap. He got down, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.
Fortunately, the rest of the journey was nowhere near as dangerous. He took mental notes of the sights on the way, searching for anything that would catch his interest. Blazermate had scouted ahead, and returned to the group with a warning of what lie ahead. Robots with guns? Sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie... Moving forward, he listened to the conversation between Bowser and the Master. It was a good question, but it seemed that the Master didn't know the answer, only that one of the thirteen enemies was related to his apprentice, and used the same sort of 'keyblade' weapon that the Master used.
As they moved on, he gave odd looks towards the rabbit creatures that they passed, seemingly too busy with whatever the hell they were doing to bother them. According to Bowser, his son had once hired them to fight for him. Bowser's got a son? Huh...I guess I could see it. Besides the fact that they were, like the enemies they had fought previously, once Bowser's minions, he could see that some of them held weapons that reminded Michael of toy guns. While he wondered what effect they might have when they were fired, it seemed they didn't have to find out, as they were able to pass by undisturbed. The Master's comments on them were also insightful- it seemed that Galeem didn't have much direct control over the creatures, rather having a sort of passive influence. The idea was somewhat worrying- if the enemies they had fought were simply being influenced by Galeem, what about those that were actively under his control?
Any further thoughts on the subject were interrupted as a series of explosions went off. Several rabbit creatures were sent flying, while the others fled by jumping into a river. Soon, Linkle appeared, looking a little worse for wear. When she made a remark about what he had said earlier about guns, he spoke up. "Well, it looks like you handled it well. I didn't know you could do...whatever that was." He gestured into the distance, where the explosions had gone off.
As they moved forward, they ran into two more party members, Ratchet and Din, as well as a hulking beast of a man that, from the looks of it, the pair had just finished knocking out. According to the Master, he had seen this guy on their team in the future. Moving up, Michael watched with curiosity as the Master began the process of bringing him out of Galeem's influence. After pulling a new keyblade out of seemingly nowhere, and then stabbed the guy in the heart. Light poured out of the man's chest, and Michael was thankful that he had his shades on. Soon enough, the light faded, and the fallen man's skin tone returned to normal. He didn't know anything about the guy, but from the way he looked, he probably wasn't too bad in a fight. The process seemed to take a lot out of the Master, though. Looks like we'll have to be careful about who we bring back. I don't want the guy to die or anything- he's the only one that knows how to bring people back, other than Kirby...which, speaking of Kirby, where the hell is he?
As Tora voiced the same question, although with less harsh language, Michael's eyes were drawn to a group of rabbids in the distance, with one of them carrying a very familiar white hat. He wasn't the only one to notice, as the cowboy-looking guy from earlier returned, only to immediately give chase, followed by Ratchet, who just got his hands on a new weapon. Filing the information about sprits away for later, he walked forward.
Putting on his earplugs, he reached for his rifle case, retrieving the Barret and flinging the empty case back over his shoulder. Stopping when he was about ten feet away from the rest of the group, he crouched down. "Everyone, if you value your hearing, I recommend that you cover your ears." Taking off his aviators, he brought the rifle up, looking down the scope at the group of rabbids. Holding his breath, he focused his aim, entering Bullet Time as he brought the crosshairs on the rabbid holding Kirby. He adjusted his aim to account for distance and the rabbid's movement, and when he had an angle where he could fire without hitting Kirby by accident, he pulled the trigger. A thunderous BOOM! could be heard as he fired the weapon, sending a .50 caliber round downrange towards the would-be kidnapper.
I will begin working on a post sometime soon.
Michael
Level 1- (6/10) EXP
Location: 1-1, Master's Mushroom
Wordcount: 609
To Michael's surprise, the Centurion seemed to grasp the concept of guns rather quickly. He had noticed him perk up a bit at the mention of gunpowder, so it seemed like gunpowder existed in his world, but guns hadn't been invented yet, or they had been invented but weren't in widespread use. He had expected the armored man to be confused, even angry at the idea, but he seemed to take it rather well. Looks like he's smarter than I thought. At least he isn't calling me a witch or something. He surprised Michael again by describing what was essentially the concept of covering fire. Nodding, he began to speak. "Right, that's what we call 'covering fire' back home. One guy shoots at the enemy to suppress them, while the other guy moves up. You'll still have to watch out for other enemies, but it should let you get close enough to hit them."
Blazermate joined in soon after that, adding some more information about rifling and how many rounds guns can fire. When the Centurion spoke, he couldn't help but rub the back of his neck nervously. Well, he's not wrong...this is probably is a bad time to mention the fact that I'm a career criminal. Thinking about it, he realized that he hadn't bothered to tell anyone about his past. While he doubted that it would make the rest of the group hate him, he wasn't exactly looking forward to that conversation.
Shoving those thoughts aside, he stood and listened as the hooded man (The 'Master of Masters', huh? Someone's got an ego...) began his explanation. What he said lined up with what he already knew. The weird angel thingy was called Galeem, and it was responsible for fucking everything up. Apparently, there were thirteen powerful beings that powered Galeem, and they would fight these beings, and he knew that because he could see into the future, somehow. While he looked somewhat unassuming, Michael figured that, if he had survived the event that turned everyone else into brainwashed slaves, he had to have some sort of powers.
The explanation of spirits caused him to raise an eyebrow. Well, I'll be fucked. Spirits exist. Religious revelations aside, what the Master of Masters described was a very intriguing concept. While the idea of taking a spirit into your mind, or turning it into a weapon seemed a bit cruel, he figured that if they were all going to return to their bodies when Galeem was defeated, it would be worth it. All I know, if I find Trevor out here, he is not going within five hundred feet of my mind. I don't know what the fuck goes on up there, and I don't want to know. Pushing several disturbing images out of his head, Michael was excited to learn that there were ways to free people without turning them into spirits. Besides Kirby, who was still incapacitated, it seemed that this 'Master of Masters' was the only one capable of doing so. While his 'keyblade' looked rather impractical, if it worked, Michael couldn't complain.
The Centurion seemed rather worried, and he couldn't blame him. To his surprise, the girl in the hammock answered his question. So, she's not dead. Guess the Master guy used his key-thingy on her. Looking around at the rest of the group, he cleared his throat. "Well... I guess we're gonna go and save the fuckin' multiverse now." He let out a heavy sigh. "Great. Just when I ready to retire...well, there's nothing I can do about it now 'cept complain, or getting out there and fighting. So, uh...let's get out there, I guess."
I'll try to get a post up tomorrow.
After a tense few moments, the battle was over. The combined assault from the group proved to be too much for the enemy to withstand, and they were defeated. Michael gave a curious look towards the spirits that Bowser held up. So, they turn into...whatever those are, when we kill them. Then, what happened to us? Filing that question away in the "things to ask about later" folder, he took a moment to catch his breath. While he had, in recent times, been making an effort to improve his health, he was still not in the best physical shape. Although the fight was rather short, the last time he had been in a similar situation was during the Union Depository job, and the ensuing chaos, which was months ago. He was a criminal, not a soldier, and wasn't used to sustained combat. While he could adapt, it would take time.
After catching his breath, he took a moment to look at the castle in the distance, their destination. The structure reminded him more of something out of a children's story than a real-life castle, but maybe that was a good thing. There was no way to tell how defended it was, or if it was even occupied. The castle's fairy tale appearance made him a bit less nervous, but only a bit. Even if it didn't look very well defended, the inside could very well be filled with legions of enemies. The enemies his group fought were from Bowser's world, and if he recalled correctly, the castle was from his world as well, so it was possible that they would be fighting the same type of enemies again. Or, they could be facing something totally different. Maybe something from Earth...well, my Earth. If that's the case, I'd rather go up against something like rednecks or gang-bangers, instead of Navy SEALs or some shit.
His thoughts were interrupted by someone saying his name. Turning to face the direction of the voice, he was surprised to find the Centurion, of all people, was walking up to him. Adjusting his shades, he moved to meet him. As the Centurion spoke, he frowned when the armored man described his physical capabilities. "Yeah, I know I'm a fatass, you don't need to remind me." He returned to a more neutral expression when he realized that the guy likely came from a world where guns hadn't been invented yet. To him, it wouldn't make any sense for someone like Michael to be anywhere near a battlefield. Seeing as he was trying to look at his gun inside his suit jacket, he took the Uzi out, holding it up for him to see.
Before he could begin an explanation, Blazermate decided to join the conversation. He gave her a nod. "Yeah, sounds good." As the three began to walk towards the hooded man, Michael thought over what to say. He knew a great deal about how guns worked, but he'd never had to explain it to anyone, as pretty much everyone back home knew the basics of how guns worked. Holding the Uzi up, he began to speak. "Anyways, this is a Mini Uzi, which is a type of gun. There are a lot of different guns, and different types of guns, but they all work in pretty much the same way." Taking out the magazine from the Mini Uzi, he held it up so the Centurion could see it, and the rounds inside. "This is a magazine, which holds cartridges. The long part holds the gunpowder, and the metal bit on the end is called the bullet. When you pull on the trigger..." He lifted up the Uzi, and tapped the trigger for emphasis. "A little hammer inside the gun hits a primer, which ignites the gunpowder, setting off a controlled explosion. This makes the bullet fire out of the gun really, really fast. So, think of it like a crossbow, but it uses a tiny explosion to send the arrow flying. That, and it can fire a lot of arrows, in a short amount of time." He paused, taking a moment to look over the Centurion's armor.
"Now, if you go up against someone with a gun, I recommend you take cover. There's a saying on my world- never bring a knife to a gun fight. Unless you have some sort of magic shield, most guns will tear through your armor like paper. And don't think you can just rush them either- it takes only the press of a trigger to fire a gun, and bullets move extremely fast. Your best option is to either use a ranged weapon of your own, distract them, or sneak up on them. Also, if they use up all their ammo, they'll need to reload, so you could try to rush them while they're doing that."
"Look, whatever you do, don't underestimate guns. To you, they might look like funny pieces of metal, but they can kill you in an instant." As he finished his speech, he could see that their group had reached the location of the strange hooded man. Michael could also see another figure, one that looked like a young woman. Not wanting to intrude on anything, he simply stopped outside, looking over the camp.
"Well, anyways, looks like we're here."
After catching his breath, he took a moment to look at the castle in the distance, their destination. The structure reminded him more of something out of a children's story than a real-life castle, but maybe that was a good thing. There was no way to tell how defended it was, or if it was even occupied. The castle's fairy tale appearance made him a bit less nervous, but only a bit. Even if it didn't look very well defended, the inside could very well be filled with legions of enemies. The enemies his group fought were from Bowser's world, and if he recalled correctly, the castle was from his world as well, so it was possible that they would be fighting the same type of enemies again. Or, they could be facing something totally different. Maybe something from Earth...well, my Earth. If that's the case, I'd rather go up against something like rednecks or gang-bangers, instead of Navy SEALs or some shit.
His thoughts were interrupted by someone saying his name. Turning to face the direction of the voice, he was surprised to find the Centurion, of all people, was walking up to him. Adjusting his shades, he moved to meet him. As the Centurion spoke, he frowned when the armored man described his physical capabilities. "Yeah, I know I'm a fatass, you don't need to remind me." He returned to a more neutral expression when he realized that the guy likely came from a world where guns hadn't been invented yet. To him, it wouldn't make any sense for someone like Michael to be anywhere near a battlefield. Seeing as he was trying to look at his gun inside his suit jacket, he took the Uzi out, holding it up for him to see.
Before he could begin an explanation, Blazermate decided to join the conversation. He gave her a nod. "Yeah, sounds good." As the three began to walk towards the hooded man, Michael thought over what to say. He knew a great deal about how guns worked, but he'd never had to explain it to anyone, as pretty much everyone back home knew the basics of how guns worked. Holding the Uzi up, he began to speak. "Anyways, this is a Mini Uzi, which is a type of gun. There are a lot of different guns, and different types of guns, but they all work in pretty much the same way." Taking out the magazine from the Mini Uzi, he held it up so the Centurion could see it, and the rounds inside. "This is a magazine, which holds cartridges. The long part holds the gunpowder, and the metal bit on the end is called the bullet. When you pull on the trigger..." He lifted up the Uzi, and tapped the trigger for emphasis. "A little hammer inside the gun hits a primer, which ignites the gunpowder, setting off a controlled explosion. This makes the bullet fire out of the gun really, really fast. So, think of it like a crossbow, but it uses a tiny explosion to send the arrow flying. That, and it can fire a lot of arrows, in a short amount of time." He paused, taking a moment to look over the Centurion's armor.
"Now, if you go up against someone with a gun, I recommend you take cover. There's a saying on my world- never bring a knife to a gun fight. Unless you have some sort of magic shield, most guns will tear through your armor like paper. And don't think you can just rush them either- it takes only the press of a trigger to fire a gun, and bullets move extremely fast. Your best option is to either use a ranged weapon of your own, distract them, or sneak up on them. Also, if they use up all their ammo, they'll need to reload, so you could try to rush them while they're doing that."
"Look, whatever you do, don't underestimate guns. To you, they might look like funny pieces of metal, but they can kill you in an instant." As he finished his speech, he could see that their group had reached the location of the strange hooded man. Michael could also see another figure, one that looked like a young woman. Not wanting to intrude on anything, he simply stopped outside, looking over the camp.
"Well, anyways, looks like we're here."
A bit of a shorter post there.
Despite their large numbers, these enemies were proving to be somewhat underwhelming. They were incredibly weak, and Michael found that they went down to a few hits. The small brown ones dies nearly instantly, while the turtles had their shells taken off by his bullets. He focused on them and the large stacks of the brown ones, as they seemed to be the biggest threat. The fight turned further in their favor as more newcomers arrived to support them, a woman with rapid-fire crossbows, and another one that began dancing for some inexplicable reason. While he found it bizarre at first, the dancing seemed to fill him and others around him with strength, and he chalked it off as something that he would ask about later. He gave a chuckle in response to Blazermate's statement. "Yeah, these things aren't exactly the strongest, huh?"
From the corner of his eye, he could see what looked like more enemies approaching. Looking up, he was barely able to get out of the way as a hammer sped towards him. "Hammers? Seriously?" Stepping out of their line of sight, he took a moment to load another magazine into his Mini Uzi. As Bowser advanced, he moved steadily behind him. Popping out of cover, he took aim at a group of the hammer throwers standing on floating bricks. Looking through his red-dot sight, he focused, and time seemed to slow down for him. He fired several bursts from the Uzi, each one targeted at the creature's exposed faces.
From the corner of his eye, he could see what looked like more enemies approaching. Looking up, he was barely able to get out of the way as a hammer sped towards him. "Hammers? Seriously?" Stepping out of their line of sight, he took a moment to load another magazine into his Mini Uzi. As Bowser advanced, he moved steadily behind him. Popping out of cover, he took aim at a group of the hammer throwers standing on floating bricks. Looking through his red-dot sight, he focused, and time seemed to slow down for him. He fired several bursts from the Uzi, each one targeted at the creature's exposed faces.
While the creatures that were apparently Bowser's minions didn't look very threatening to Michael, he had to admit that there was a lot of them. Bowser's speech had gotten their attention, but it seems the attempt to shake off their brainwashing hadn't worked, as the horde of creatures was now massing to attack them. As soon as the bricks had started flying, he had ducked behind Bowser's shell, using it as cover. Unfortunately for him, Bowser had a different idea, and turned around. This helped the others protect themselves from the barrage of projectiles, but it also left him completely exposed.
Before he could voice his displeasure, a brick promptly slammed into him, letting out a cry of pain. He lost his grip on Bowser, and fell to the ground. Catching himself before he landed, he sprinted to get behind the big guy, being pelted with a few more bricks for his trouble. When he got into cover, he let out a grunt of pain, and took a moment to rub his new bruises. Fortunately, Blazermate's healing powers seemed to fix his injuries, at least to the point that he wasn't in as much pain as before. Looking up, he could see that a good number of the minions were ramming themselves into Bowser, preventing him from getting up.
"Alright, I got you covered." He said in response to Bowser's order. Taking out his Mini Uzi, he moved to the side, getting a clear view of the enemies currently swarming the Koopa King. He fired a targeted spray of bullets at the enemies, hopefully killing enough of them to allow Bowser to stand back up.
Before he could voice his displeasure, a brick promptly slammed into him, letting out a cry of pain. He lost his grip on Bowser, and fell to the ground. Catching himself before he landed, he sprinted to get behind the big guy, being pelted with a few more bricks for his trouble. When he got into cover, he let out a grunt of pain, and took a moment to rub his new bruises. Fortunately, Blazermate's healing powers seemed to fix his injuries, at least to the point that he wasn't in as much pain as before. Looking up, he could see that a good number of the minions were ramming themselves into Bowser, preventing him from getting up.
"Alright, I got you covered." He said in response to Bowser's order. Taking out his Mini Uzi, he moved to the side, getting a clear view of the enemies currently swarming the Koopa King. He fired a targeted spray of bullets at the enemies, hopefully killing enough of them to allow Bowser to stand back up.
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