[h2][color=ed1c24]Fuma[/color] - Change of Direction! On the Path to the Endless Woods[/h2]

At first since Jinbanyan seemed a bit too innocent to witness the dangers of the forest and in his Fuma's mind traveling with him was out of the question. However Fuma reasoned with himself that Jinbanyan though he outwardly looked like nothing more than a mere child was a Youkai, he might've been even older than Fuma's ancestor for all he knew. As another confirmation he knew that Youkai themselves held more than enough power to survive on their own and if he allowed the cat youkai to accompany him his chances of survival would be tenfold. The key reminder here to Fuma was to not judge a book by it's cover. He had made that mistake once in his adventure and was not about to make it again. Breathing in Fuma smiled once again, a look of duty covered his eyes. [color=ed1c24]"Yes you may, we'll have better chances if we stick together! Afterall, I didn't complete my adventure alone."[/color] Fuma remembered his older brothers and their sacrifices, though they were gone they were with him in spirit.

[color=ed1c24]"Hop on my back. We will go into that forest with high hopes and emerge victorious! Besides, as a child it was a requirement for every memeber of the Getsu clan to make their way through Jukai."[/color] It would take more than a cavalier and a beartrap to scare the hardened warrior. Fuma wouldn't let the scariness of the forest get to him and it would be cold day in hell before he would let a friendly Youkai such as Jinbanyan meet his end by a maniac. Fuma looked toward the forest, he could smell the scent of spiritual energy. Something was there, and something was hurt. The sooner he left for the forest with the cat youkai in tow the better. If they ran into the maniac bear-trap placer they'd deal with it the best they could. His resolve strengthened Fuma took a deep breath and smiled a big smile.

[h2][color=f26522]Gutsman[/color] - Tacos in Hand, Construction to Do[/h2]

Seeing the Sheriff go into a sugar filled haze Gutsman simply smiled. Cake was the best medicine for disappointment after all. In the second that he thought about it he had a whole bunch of tacos in his hands. He was elated, these would make great energy crystals! [color=f26522]"Thanks Sheriff, you have a good da- Oh. He's gone."[/color] The robot watched as the skeleton eagerly bounded down the road in almost what seemed like a flash of light. Gutsman looked around for a half-minute and then realized that his tree contraption was still present. He grasped his chin and then a small cartoonish light bulb lit up above his head. [color=f26522]"Alright! I've caused so mch property damage which is kind of upsetting for a foreman!"[/color] He said it to himself, it was time to do something productive today. Quickly he ran over to where the tree had been placed and began to dig a hole around it with his super arm.

About 10 minutes later Gutsman had dug a sucsessful moat and had placed begun placing the leftover wood from Sans fence in it. He then pondered once again and with some chutzpah ran quickly towards a pile of rocks that had been placed by Fuma a day earlier. He began placing the stones in places all over the area he had created and after another 10 minutes he had created a perfectly circular pool in which water began to pour in. He took out a small clipboard and began writing a note. Once done he smiled and walked off towards home, it was time to take a power nap!

The note read, "Hey FUMA can you cut this in the shape of the Sheriff? Thanks!" - Foreman Gutsman, your friendly neighborhood- y'know.