[center][h3][color=tan]Courier 6[/color] and [color=orange]Ratchet[/color] and [color=sandybrown]Jak &[/color] [color=darkorange]Daxter[/color][/h3] [b]Level 5[/b] - (45/50) EXP (+2), [b]Level 5[/b] - (12/50) (+2), [b]Level 2[/b] - (10/20) (+2) [b]Location:[/b] Land of Adventure - Coral Highlands, Redgraccoon City - Charnal Lane [b]Word Count:[/b]1089[/center] The Courier looked over his small gains from those bullet creatures as he hopped back up onto his chocobo mount. A small gun, significantly lower caliber than his regular pistol, some strange half-hearts, and bullet casings of various colors. He could definitely use the casings to make some new ammunition. Maybe the casings were magical and the colors represented different effects? It was difficult to tell in this mishmash world what was used for what purpose, but he supposed it didn’t matter much. He’d find out by doing, but that was for the future. For the present he spurred Drumstick onward into the corral. Immediately life all around him made itself known, strange and alien creatures that were utterly fascinating. Flying jellyfish and huge bugs lazily drifted around the air, apparently unafraid of his presence (not that many animals were ever afraid of him even when anybody else would drive them to hostility). Crustaceans, birds, and all manner of other creatures made these corrals their homes. This sort of beauty, it wasn’t anything he was used to seeing. Still, he had to focus on finding the wigglers, but a little souvenir wouldn’t hurt right? The Courier broke off a sizable chunk of choral, something to experiment with. Surely it’d have some chemical properties that’d make a nice chem. A few minutes later and drumstick took them to a dip in the choral hills. There, at the bottom with some standing water, were little creatures that matched the description given by the quest card… But [i]not[/i] the description given by Bowser. [color=tan]”Can’t blame the big oaf I ‘spose. Lotta worlds mashed together, makes sense some have shared words.”[/color] Maybe he’d find the wigglers Bowser spoke of another time? He loved seeing new things after all, and-Oh my. Speaking of new things… The wigglers were proven to be frightened of something. Not the Courier himself, but something else. An utterly [i]amazing[/i] monster, something that looked like it stepped right out of the old pre-war history books: a dinosaur. 6 had to admit he didn’t know too much about dinosaurs (they weren’t a relevant topic even among academics in the wasteland) but it didn’t match any he knew about. Oh well. He hopped off Drumstick and pat the bird to reassure it, to keep it calm, then slowly approached the reptilian creature. [color=tan]”Howdy,”[/color] he said, keeping one hand out as a gesture of good will while keeping his other hand at his holster just in case this animal wasn’t as friendly as the others. He was a magnet for goodwill from non-sapient animals, but it didn’t work on the monstrous, the especially mutated, or even some of the most vicious of even normal creatures. He had to be careful. [color=tan]”You hungry feller? I got some meat saved from a castle feast none too long ago if’n you want some.”[/color] He held out a bit of turkey from his sack, offering to the Tzitzi-ya-ku. [hr][hr] Unable to help with the large suffering remaining, at least not without risk of explosions causing some friendly fire, Ratchet took to hopping and flipping around the battlefield, braining zombies left and right with his omniwrench. Now that the van had been pulled up safely he knew he could move away from Nero to join the battle proper. Smack, thwap, bam! Brains splattered to and fro while none of the creatures were able to keep pace with the fast and agile lombax. Clank zoomed in on Jak’s unconscious body and snagged him up, pushing the long-eared human out of the danger zone. A couple seconds later and the giant shockwave made from a giant Gene would have left Jak in an even worse state. Once he was pushed out a few meters though, Clank could no longer move him. The rocket thrusters on the little robot were only good for small bursts, and he wasn’t strong enough to lift a fully grown man by himself. His temporary use expended, Clank vanished, his spirit returning to Ratchet. [color=darkorange]”AAAAAAAAAAH!”[/color] Daxter ran screaming between the gravestones to escape his undead predators, inadvertently running toward the second suffering demon after Nero had unleashed his wrath upon it! The little ottsel climbed up its back like a big dirt mound, realizing his mistake only after reaching the summit. [color=darkorange]”Oh dear…”[/color] Donnie’s kick brought the monster’s life to an end, something Daxter himself was turned away form and thus did not see. That’s because he was too preoccupied with the [i]large van heading straight for him![/i] Nico’s van rammed right into the suffering’s limp body, and with that Daxter hit the windshield like a bug, limbs outstretched and tongue hanging out comically. Once Nico slammed the brakes, Daxter went flying once again, bouncing off the ground like a stone skipping across the water. [color=darkorange]”Ow! Oof! Gah! Uh! Yeowchies!”[/color] Once he came to a stop, Daxter stood up and shook himself off, brushing the dirt and grime from his pants. [color=darkorange]”One of these days, I tell ya!”[/color] he shook a tiny fist at Nico, not that she’d be able to see beneath the dash thanks to his small height. With the main threats taken down and the zombies reanimated by the suffering no longer following the tactics of their masters, Ratchet chuckled. [color=orange]”These guys are just way too easy!”[/color] He kept the slow shamblers off the group’s back while Donnie made pleasantries with the lightning hurling skeleton and everyone else got on board the van again. He was about to hop back into his kart when realization kicked in: [i]Jak destroyed it![/i] And Jak was still unconscious on the ground! Grumbling, Ratchet hopped on over and grabbed his friendly rival and hauled him up by the shoulder. [color=orange]”Alright, come on, let’s get going.”[/color] [color=darkorange]”Yeah, hurry up!” We ain’t got all eternal-dark-and-spooky-night to wait on you!”[/color] Daxter called out from just inside the van. Ratchet shook his head but hurried all the same. [color=orange]”Hey Blazer, you might want to focus on Jak here. He really let loose with that dark eco attack.”[/color] Once he got them both safely aboard the van, Ratchet accepted Donnie’s offer of a suffering spirit and crushed in in hopes of another gun. A [i]big[/i] gun. He needed a [i]lot[/i] more firepower to rebuild his arsenal.