[center][h3] Michael and Franklin [/h3]
Level 5- (23/50) EXP / Level 4- (27/40) EXP (+1 EXP)
Location: Devil's Casino
Wordcount: 529 [/center]
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It didn't take long for Mangosteen to go down. Unlike their last enemy, the floating eight ball wasn't able to withstand a .50 caliber round to the face, and after a few more shots from Franklin's pistol, he was done. Michael stared for a few moments, surprised that the fight was already over. [color=00aeef]"Well...shit, that was easy. Why can't they all be like that?"[/color] Shrugging, he and Franklin headed out of the room, back onto the gambling table from before.

When they emerged, they were greeted by a welcome sight. A large number of the town's adventurers had jumped down the pit, and they, along with a number of the group, were in the middle of confronting the dice-man. The two were quick to join them, pointing their weapons at Gneidxick. As the Houndmaster declared that he was under arrest, suddenly everything went blurry. A sense of vertigo overcame them, and before they could react the two felt something hard hit them. 

Michael groaned as he fell on his face, placing a hand on his sore head, still recovering from being kicked in the face by a giant zombie horse. [color=00aeef]"Owww...what the hell..."[/color] He brought himself up to his knees, blinking a few times as his vision cleared. He blinked several more times, as it seemed that his surroundings had been shrunk significantly. [color=00aeef][i]Wait...wait a minute...[/i][/color] Shaking his head, he soon realized it wasn't his surroundings that had been shrunk, but rather, he and the rest of the party had been brought back to their normal size. The casino looked a lot more normal, now that they weren't shrunken down. 

Letting out another groan, he reached down to pick up his rifle, but paused before aiming it at the now normal-sized dice man. A newcomer had appeared, and was currently in the middle of berating the former Guildmaster. His dizziness caused him to drift off from the specifics of their conversation, and once it was over, she opened a portal and the two walked off, without a trace. He blinked, looking back to Franklin. [color=00aeef]"...uhh. What just happened?"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"...yeah, I got nothing. Who was that lady?"[/color] Michael shrugged, leaning on the gambling table and rubbing his head. The fall wasn't too bad, but his head really wasn't in the shape for him to be slamming into the floor willy-nilly. He wasn't paying too much attention to the conversations going on, but he picked up a few interesting things. They seemed to have been transported quite a ways away, but the hole was still open, giving them a means of getting from one end of the world to another. It would probably be useful for their quest, but Michael wasn't thinking about that now. His head still hurt, and he still hadn't gotten to eat his breakfast. Slinging his rifle onto his back, he nodded to Franklin to follow him, and the two to walk towards the hole...and then stared up at it. A few ropes had been slung down, and Michael stared at them uneasily. [color=00aeef]"Ehh...I'm not sure I want to try that climb."[/color] He turned around to face the rest of the group. [color=00aeef]"Anyone got another way up?"[/color]