[center][h3] Michael [/h3]
Level 2- (7/20) EXP (+2)
Location: Scrapyard - Start ---> Bridge
Wordcount: 1045 [/center]
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Michael chose not to respond to the Courier's speech, instead trying to ignore him. While he might have brought up some valid points, it only served to piss him off. He [i]knew[/i] the risks already, or at least he thought he did, and he thought he had done the right thing. [color=00aeef][i]Well...okay, maybe he's right on some of that, but he's still a dick. Fuck him. Dick. Fucking dick. Dickhead. Dick.[/i][/color] To everyone else, it just sounded like Michael was grumbling about something. While he could have made a retort, like mentioning the fact that the Courier ran into battle before everyone else, he couldn't bring himself to do that. Something about the man just set him off. Probably the fact that he reminded him of himself a little bit. And he [i]hated[/i] himself.

Soon, the Courier walked off, saying some bullshit line about how "bullets didn't work". That got another grumble out of him. It sounded stupid, but then again, he himself liked to quote old movies during his robberies, so it only pissed him off further. His therapist probably would have said something about it, but he killed his therapist, so it didn't matter. Blazermate tried to say something to break up the fight, but in return, all she got was the middle finger from the Courier and a grunt from Michael. [color=00aeef]"Yeah, whatever."[/color] 

He continued to walk with the group, hearing the gunshots ahead that must have been from the bridge. He paid some attention to a conversation between the Master of Masters and the Courier, about how the Master had survived the light thingy that hit everyone. It was a good question, and the Master didn't seem to want to answer, only saying that it was a "long story". The hooded man was the only person they had found besides Kirby that wasn't totally brainwashed. As he thought about it, the pink one himself appeared, on his feet again. The little creature still seemed a bit strange to Michael, but if he could survive the initial light plus being shot by Michael's rifle, he must have been stronger than he looked. 

To his surprise, Kirby approached none other than the Supreme Dickhead himself, waving his stubby arms to get his attention. [color=00aeef][i]Huh? What's he doing?[/i][/color] Looking on with interest, he watched as Kirby suddenly manifested a bright pink heart, then pointed at the Courier. The sight of the heart stirred some forgotten memory within him, the sight oddly familiar. Soon enough, the Courier began to manifest his own hearts, proudly proclaiming that he was Kirby's "favorite". Michael let out another grumble, shooting a nasty glare in Six's direction. While the rational part of his mind saw that it was a good thing that he had the same ability Kirby used to bring everyone back, the other part saw it as a personal challenge. He grumbled again, walking forward as he continued to mumble incoherently under his breath. 
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Nothing much happened of note after that, save for the Master explaining keyblades to the newcomer, and then asking about Blazermate, who responded by flirting with him in a way that made Michael's skin crawl and brought visions of disturbing Japanese cartoons to his head. [color=00aeef][i]Eugh...goddamn basement dwellers...[/I][/color] Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he surveyed the battle in front of him as he approached the bridge.

There were a few things that were immediately noticeable. One, their enemies- two turrets, a larger one that somewhat resembled the "omnic" robots from before, and a smaller one that was nearly identical to the turrets the robots had tried to set up in the scrapyard, but with a different color scheme. There was also the man who Michael assumed was controlling the turrets, a simple-looking man in a hard had and overalls that reminded Michael of a construction worker. While he didn't look too threatening, he was holding a shotgun, and could be a threat to any close-range attackers. He was also, as far as Michael was aware, the first normal human enemy that the group had come across.

Looking away from their adversaries, there were plenty of things that stood out. The girl from before had...summoned some sort of large being? Whatever it was, it was protecting a few of the group's members from gunfire. [color=00aeef][i]Huh. So that's what she does.[/i][/color] Looking up, there was a loud crash as a window broke, and flying out of it came a guy in a red hat and a wooden doll that Michael had not seen in a long time. [color=00aeef][i]Geno? The hell has he been doing this whole time?[/i][/color] He vaguely remembered that he went scouting ahead, but that felt like hours ago.

Looking back to the battle at hand, he thought of what to do to make himself useful. Bowser was already moving up to engage the enemies, followed by his newly-acquired strikers. The Centurion and the Courier followed, with the armored man attacking in melee while the Courier swam into the moat. The Engineer, seeing that the fight was going poorly for him, took out some sort of remote and used it to aim the sentry. While he expected the man to aim for the heroes, he followed the laser beam to... [color=00aeef][i]...oh. Shit.[/i][/color]

Soon enough, the missiles went off, toppling the scrap tower over them. Running in the opposite direction, Michael was still far enough away to avoid most of the scrap, only getting hit by a wave of dust kicked up by the tower's collapse. Waving away the dust, Michael crouched down, finally pulling out his rifle and looking over the area. With the Engineer still distracted, and the other robot shooting at something else, he had a short window to line up a shot. 

The larger robot had too many nearby allies to get a clear shot, so he turned to the Engineer and the sentry. While he could try to take out the Engineer, the man might make a useful ally later, so he instead focused on his turret. Steadying his breath, he lined up his sights on the smaller sentry gun, aiming for its center. Entering Bullet Time, he focused his aim, steadied his breath, and pulled the trigger, sending out a loud BOOM! that kicked up dust nearby.