[center][h3][color=tan]Courier 6[/color] and [color=sandybrown]Jak &[/color] [color=darkorange]Daxter[/color] and [color=red]Cuphead![/color][/h3]
[b]Level8[/b] - (25/80) EXP (+2), [b]Level 6[/b] - (14/60) (+2), [b]Level 4[/b] - (28/40) (+2)
[b]Location:[/b] Eryth Sea
[b]Word Count:[/b]975[/center]

The transformation had been intoxicating, and Courier 6 was one to know what intoxication felt like! His body grew and rippled with black scales! His hands grew sharp claws! Powerful wings sprouted from his back and he took to the air like a fish to water, draconic instinct guiding him. His hat came dangerously close to flying off, but he held it down. [color=tan]”YEEEEE-HAAAAAAW!”[/color] he cried out, pulling some spinning tricks and loops in the air. Just for fun he tested out what he could do based on what he saw from the dragon in their battle. Opening his mouth he regurgitated caustic acid and rained it down over the water, but a safe distance from everyone else. That would prove to be a most powerful ability indeed, especially combined with his VATS and GRX implant.

Cuphead watched the majestic dragon man fly around while he desperately clung to his chicken, terrified of letting go. He glided down to the next floating island where everyone was taking refuge, and couldn’t help but comment, starting with a whistle. [color=red]”Hot diggity dog, that Courier fella really is looking impressive! How’d he become a dragon?”[/color] the little ceramic headed boy asked to nobody in particular.

Jak, flying slowly in his light form, shook his head at the antics of the Courier, unable to voice his thoughts due to the inherent muteness of the form. Daxter though, he had no restrictions of the physical or the social. [color=darkorange]”Hey pal, why don’t ya stop it with the show boatin’ eh? Nobody likes a braggart!”[/color] he called out without any sense of irony or self awareness.

They all landed on the platform and began gathering, Jak dispelling his light form and collapsing in a seated position near Blazermate. His injuries were still extremely grievous, and she noticed that many of the group still had to be treated. Cuphead had no damage to speak of, having been lucky enough to have kept himself away from the nasty stuff, or otherwise able to dodge it all. The Courier was winded and bruised, but certainly not suffering, and besides that was still relishing in his newfound abilities.

As the Courier landed and walked toward the others, he noticed something. The grass, the dirt, it withered away and turned to dust around him. He frowned. Well, that was a problem. He reached for his revolver, his large clawed hands no longer suited for firing it, but the gun didn’t suffer the same effects. The same went for everything else on his person. So what caused some things he wither away and disintegrate in his presence? He’d need to experiment a bit more, but this could be a massive issue. Aaaand then the Hat Kid decided to start using him as her new playground jungle gym.

[color=tan]”Gah! Hey, come on Kid, git down.”[/color] He was about to reach out to her and pull her down himself when she exclaimed how [i]cool[/i] his new transformation was and he gave pause. A big smile crept across his face. [color=tan]”Alright, fine. Have yer fun, Kid.”[/color] Of course she decided to get down on her own at that point, but he wasn’t bothered anymore.

Bowser started a camp fire, with which the Koopa Troop began to roast some marshmallows and hot dogs, a fine campfire meal if ever there was one. He preferred gecko sliders and bloatfly kabobs, but whatever was on hand, right? Cuphead was quick and eager to join in himself, grabbing a stick of his own and putting a comically ridiculous amount of weenies and marshmallows on it, alternating them in a big row. By the time he was done packing it all on he had 12 hot dogs and 12 marshmallows squashed together, roasting on open flame.

It wasn’t long before they got more company. Jak, having been healed up, was quick to pull out his morph gun, and by practiced reflex the Courier grabbed his now useless revolver, while Cuphead ignored what was happening in favor of somehow fitting the entire length of his skewer into his mouth and swallowing it all, like a professional sword swallower. Of course the new arrivals were not hostile, and even friends to Fox and others apparently, so the two gunmen put their weapons away and listened to what was going on.

Apparently there was something called a “Smash” event and they were being held nearby? None of the three had ever heard of such a thing, though it did interest them all. A tournament meant prizes. Between the fighting and the rewards, it piqued the interest of all three. Jak was always down for a good rumble, and of course Daxter would love the spoils. Cuphead enjoyed the thrill of it, and it they had a betting office he’d put everything on himself! And of course the Courier was a greedy man, always on the lookout for an opportunity to make a quick cap. And speaking of which…

[color=tan]”Sounds like we got ourselves a tonna opportunity, amigos. This here Smash thing, that Deadzone area we gotta git back to, and of course we gots ourselves a reward for takin’ down that dragon. Obviously I gotta mosey on back seein’ as I’m the livin’ proof we took ‘er down. Anyone else willin’ t’come with me?”[/color] The Courier left the invitation open, then called over Drumstick. The chocobo, having been properly healed by Blazermate, wasn’t the least bit turned off by his sudden and extreme transformation. [color=tan]”Our time was short girl, but you were great. You weren’t a battle steed an’ got hurt, and now that I’ve got wings it ain’t right to keep ya around. I’ll be takin’ ya home now an’ lettin’ ya run free.”[/color]