[@Lugubrious] [color=9e0b0f][b][h1]Doom Slayer[/h1][/b][/color] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/avatar_e82122c34cd9_128.gif [/img] Level 2 Doom Slayer (12 EXP) Location: Dead Zone Word Count: 461 The Slayer was caught off guard by the bear; being thrown onto the ground landing onto his back with a loud thud. “Damn” He muttered under his breath; slowly getting back up onto his feet and preparing to fight the large dragon like creature. However he was distracted by V summoning some sort of large creature that was coming towards him; he reminded himself to wrangle the pretty boy’s neck after all of this was done. Pumping his shotgun firing a couple of shots into the body of the beast; most of his shoots landing but didn’t seem to be slowly down the creature. It would seem he would need to find some sort of weak point that he could exploit. Funnily enough he was reminded of the Barons Of Hell; big hulking assholes that can are built like a brick shit house. The Slayer starting firing a few more shoots; trying to dodge the melee attacks of the demon. One of the demon’s hands hitting him in the chest; which once again sent him flying into a wall behind him. Staggering back to his feet he checked the damage to his suit; noticing a large dent in the stomach regin of his armor. “Now you’ve done it” He grunted running towards the demon at full speed. Switching out his shotgun for his chainsaw; revving it up and jumping as high as he could go; trying his best to get onto the demon’s back. Once he climbed onto it’s back he started sawing pieces of it’s back. It seemed to be quite pissed off when he did this; because it was trying to swat him away like an insect. After being shook around the Slayer tried to keep his footing on the beast; gripping the handle of his chainsaw as tightly as he could. Finally being grabbed by the beast which loosened his grip on his chainsaw. Now being slammed along the ground leaving Doom Slayer outlines on the ground; The Slayer ripping of a couple of fingers of the shadowy demon. Freeing himself and throwing the finger’s at the creature as extra fuck you to it. Pulling out his shotgun once again while having his pistol in his other hand; he wished he had a minigun or at the very least a super shotgun. Firing both his shotgun and pistol into the demon’s face; while doing this moving towards it’s back so he could try to retrieve his chainsaw. Ducking his head but occasionally being fling around by the large demon. Landing face first on the ground while slowly getting back up; only to be interrupted by being slammed back onto the ground by Nightmare. He hoped that the others would come over and help him with the hulking demon. -------------------------------------- [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/87/e2/03/87e20377c9c37d0b07dcc10504c636a8.png[/img] Level 1 Isabelle Location: Edge of the Blue - Inkwell Isle Three -> Seaward Bay -> Limsa Lominscuttle Town - Hawker’s Alley Word Count: 368 The small dog left the ship with the other’s towards Hawker’s alley; she was amazed by the many stores selling various items. She was reminded of the many stores on the island she had passed by while walking to and from work. She stopped for a moment to admiring the display window of a clothing store; she was staring at a small pink dress with small flowers. She found the dress to be quite cute; although she wondered if the store would accept Bells as a form of currency. Walking inside of the store and along the many racks of clothing; Stopping to admire a gothic looking dress; her small paw touching the dress. “Hello Miss; do you need help with picking a dress?” The dog turned around to the female employee addressing her. “I quite like this dress; it feels very soft. What is the material silk?” She smiled putting her hands to her side. “It is silk; the dress is quite popular in other places. Would you like to try it in the dressing room?” Isabelle pondered the employee’s question. “Yes please and thank you” The dog nodded being handed the dress; she made her way to the dressing room putting on the dress. Admiring the dress in the mirror; she looked like a goth rocker or a singer from one of the mayor’s rock albums. Coming back out of the dressing room to the employee waiting outside; “This looks great, how much is it? Does your store accept Bells?” Isabelle pulled out her purse from the pockets of the dress. “All types of currency is welcomed in Hawker’s alley” With the confirmation that her Bells would be able to buy the dress; Putting her old dress into her pockets and walking to the cashier counter. Paying for her dress and walking out of the store; she did not regret her purchase. Now she needed to buy some furniture for her home. She was in desperate need of some kitchen appliances, chairs and a desk for her laptop. Stopping off at a furniture store that was conveniently beside the clothing store; Waving hello to one of the employee’s while looking over some desk she could use.