[center][h3][color=tan]Courier 6[/color] and [color=sandybrown]Jak &[/color] [color=darkorange]Daxter[/color] and [color=red]Cuphead![/color][/h3] [b]Level7[/b] - (13/70) EXP (+3), [b]Level 4[/b] - (25/40) (+3), [b]Level 1[/b] - (9/10) (+3) [b]Location:[/b] Lumbridge/Hell’s Casino [b]Word Count:[/b]1357[/center] The Courier chafed at Blazermate’s chastising of his injuries. Only he got to tell himself off for his own dumb things, nobody else. But yeah, he had been pretty dumb, hadn’t he? Well, no bother, the Dead Zone folks had come back and here she was bathing him in radiant, healing energy. The internal bruises sealed up, the swelling went down, and the skin closed up, no longer showing off his shiny metal bits underneath. [color=tan]”The same thing I always did before I met ya, I reckon. Survive.”[/color] He mocked shooting himself in the head with his fingers, poking fun at his own past. The medabot then went into a personal diatribe about her new parts, which the Courier glanced over and nodded along with, only really pretending to be listening for the politeness of it all. She apparently thought that her cuteness went unmarred by the horrifying monster arm, but beauty was in the eye of the beholder… And the Courier really couldn’t care less one way or the other. He had hoped to skip on out to take care of business, but then she just [i]kept talking.[/i] Ok, there was a giant magic bee alien with them now. So what? Did she expect him to have a fruit basket prepared or something? Ugh. The irritation was stronger than it normally would have been thanks to the (now receding) effects of the inferno chem he had cooked up. Just breathe easy, don’t let it bother you. She’s excited. Pretend she’s one of the little kids back home, happy to find a new dress that isn’t covered in burn marks. Wait, is she still going? And she’s [i]back on[/i] about her new parts?! When does it end?! Is Blazermate stuck in a circular loop, unending because her programming is faulty and can’t find an end to the chain of command prompts?! Oh hey, Tora came inside and that got Blazermate’s attention. [i]Thank Atom.[/i] The Courier used that opportunity to sneak around her and jet out the door. There was too much to do if they were going to prepare for that “G” ranked mission and… Wait a minute… He idly looked over his magazines and cache of bullets, coming to a painful realization. He was low on ammo. [i]Frighteningly[/i] low. So it was either go buy the materials to make some, go buy the bullets themselves (unlikely in this town), or… Go [i]back to Blazermate oh god why?[/i] With a sigh he turned heel and headed into the guild hall once more. Sectonia seemed to be having a mini tragedy as she desperately hoped that someone could make an item of hers look more appealing (cosmetics were never his thing, but then again he was lucky to find the right part in working order when prospecting bombed ruins so eh). He ignored her to approach Blazermate one more time just as the bot asked if they had made any new friends. [color=tan]”Friends are in short supply, mujer, but we did recruit a couple of new companions for this posse we got goin’ here.”[/color] he answered, feeling the need to address her before just making demands. [color=tan]”Linkle ran into a magic using warrior, calls himself a witcher. Geralt if’n I remember right. An’ I got us a cadet. Goes by… Cadet. Seems native to this hunting hall. Both’re good at hunting monsters.”[/color] With that out of the way, he segued into his own topic without any transition whatsoever, graceful as a truck taking to the water. [color=tan]”Running out of ammo. Reckon I could make use of that dispenser a’yers.”[/color] It was at that moment that Jak emerged from the hole leading down to the Devil’s Casino, aloft on his wings of light. Per usual he wasn’t alone as Daxter sat on his shoulder, but there was another too: that cup-headed cartoon. What was his name again? Ah yes, Cuphead! So simple, how could it have slipped his mind? [hr][hr] [color=darkorange]”Hey!”[/color] Daxter yelped as Linkle scooped him up. [color=darkorange]”No touchy da merchandise!”[/color] [color=red]”Gosh!”[/color] Cuphead exclaimed. [color=red]”I don’t know if anything you just said is making a lick-a-sense! Galeem? The sun? And influence? Why, nobody can bind my heart!”[/color] To prove his point Cuphead opened up his chest like it was a cabinet door and pulled his heart out. It wasn’t shaped like an actual human organ, but like those cute depictions of a heart as two curves pressed together to a point, like an arrowhead. It was pink, large, and kept beating. He then put it back in his chest and closed it up, leaving no trace there was ever a door there to be opened. [color=red]”I’d wager it’s just the Devil up to his old Devil-y tricks again. He’s a crafty one, you know! I wouldn’t put it past him to somehow trick King Dice into thinking he’d been beaten down into a spirit.”[/color] Jak and Daxter stood nearby watching this whole exchange. Both were staring at Cuphead, open mouthed and slack jawed. Daxter’s jaw was even touching the floor! He looked back up to Jak, then to Cuphead, and back to Jak, so on so forth until he finally settled on, of all people, Peach. [color=darkorange]”Well this has been one heck of a day! Now if you wouldn’t mind putting me down Twinkletoes, I think I need to go scrub my brain of everything I just saw!”[/color] [color=sandybrown]”Come on, Dax. Let’s get a drink before we go kill some more demons.”[/color] Jak urged his little buddy to follow him, and the ottsel was more than happy to do so, though he did grab a nearby bottle of booze for the road. Jak once again became Light Jak, wings sprouting from his back. He was just about to take flight back up the hole when- [color=red]”Hold up!”[/color] Cuphead called out, flipping from his seat and landing back in front of the duo. [color=red]”Fancy taking a guest? I think it’d be jolly swell exploring a new land, especially if it’s where King Dice has been setting up shop!”[/color] Jak, unable to speak in his light form, glanced over to Daxter. Daxter made a disgusted face, still remembering the heart fiasco from just a few moments ago. Jak shrugged and held out his hand, which Cuphead snagged with enthusiasm. [color=red]”Yippee!”[/color] he cried, and they were off, flying upward through the portal between lands! [hr][hr] Courier 6 gestured to Cuphead, who bounced off of Jak (who in turn kept walking until he went out the door) and began hopping around the guild hall with boundless excitement. [color=tan]”Fuck me, I forgot about him. That’s Cuphead.”[/color] His voice made it clear that he was simply over it. [color=tan]”Anyway, ammo dispenser please.”[/color] [color=red]”So this is a guild hall, eh? Someone give me the skinny! What’s it for? What do you do here?”[/color] He landed nearby Bowser and the guild marm, looking over a locked box. Recognizing the Koopa King from down below, he took to the big guy. [color=red]”Howdy! You’re that Bowser fella, right? Tryin’ ta get into that box? Noooo problemo! Let your friendly neighborhood Cuphead take care of that for ya!”[/color] Cuphead held up his right index finger which morphed into a key-shape before their very eyes. He then stuck it in the lock and wiggled it around a bit while [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxf-UHuGobI]whistling an old tune.[/url] After a few moments something [i]clicked[/i] and… [color=red]”Yeowch!”[/color] Cuphead pulled his finger out of the lock which appeared to be broken in a comical zigzag pattern. He glared at the lock. [color=red]”Why I outta-”[/color] With that he snapped with his left hand, firing out a single shot of his peashooter right into the lock.