[center][h3] Michael [/h3]
Level 1- (6/10) EXP
Location: 1-1, Master's Mushroom
Wordcount: 609 [/center]
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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. [color=00aeef][i]Looks like he's smarter than I thought. At least he isn't calling me a witch or something.[/i][/color] He surprised Michael again by describing what was essentially the concept of covering fire. Nodding, he began to speak. [color=00aeef]"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." [/color]

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. [color=00aeef][i]Well, he's not wrong...this is probably is a bad time to mention the fact that I'm a career criminal.[/i][/color] 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 [i]that[/i] conversation.

Shoving those thoughts aside, he stood and listened as the hooded man [color=00aeef]([i]The 'Master of Masters', huh? Someone's got an ego...[/i])[/color] 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. [color=00aeef][i]Well, I'll be fucked. Spirits exist.[/i][/color] 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. [color=00aeef][i]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.[/i][/color] 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. [color=00aeef][i]So, she's not dead. Guess the Master guy used his key-thingy on her.[/i][/color] Looking around at the rest of the group, he cleared his throat. [color=00aeef]"Well... I guess we're gonna go and save the fuckin' multiverse now."[/color] He let out a heavy sigh. [color=00aeef]"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."[/color]