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[color=f7976a]Level 2-[/color]
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Word Count: [color=fff79a]1275[/color]
[color=fff79a]+3 EXP[/color]
Frozen Highlands - Dragonspire
[color=39b54a]Malaise Counter: [/color] ////////// (0/10)

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The Prisoner watched as the heavily injured group drained his newly reobtained Health Flask of all four charges. Frisk had taken two swigs of the viscous fluid in desperate need of its effects and was soon followed by Albedo who had taken the exact same amount himself. As Albedo returned the dirty, empty flask The Prisoner received it as he stared at the empty contents for a moment before giving the now drained bottle an annoyed glance and returning it to his waist, where his plethora of other tools and weapons lay still. He sighed as he continued his climb up the face of the mountain, making easy work of it has been in similar terrain previous,  knowing his teammates were safe did give him some odd ease of mind, however. 

Albedo had made mention of his multiple trips to Dragonspire Tower, The Prisoner nodded, able to understand his frustration. [color=f7976a]"I get it man. If there's anyone who understands being in one place for too long or too many times, it's me. I've been trapped on an island full of death for years with no way out. If it wasn't for my crippling need for social interaction, it might not have been all too bad. Unfortunately, most people either only want things provided to them, or helped me just long enough to wind up dead."[/color] He thought about the burly knight lady who wielded a broadsword. That all seemed like a fever dream now.

As they trekked the remainder of the mountain, The Prisoner was lucky to have Frisk shed some light on the situation of the new world they resided in and why everything seemed so stitched together. [color=f7976a]"That explains why coming across a dead body is so hard... Usually, I have to behead them myself and hop on before it's too late. When I was 'killed' back there-"[/color] He said using air quotations. [color=f7976a]"There was nothing for me to possess, otherwise I would've been completely fine."[/color] He'd sort of whip his scarf behind him as if he did a superhero pose. [color=f7976a]"People have a hard time trying to get rid of me.[/color]

It was the next portion of Frisk's explanation that really intrigued The Prisoner. The concept of spirits and souls in this world. [color=f7976a]"Oh... So, Melony's gone now? Inside of you?"[/color] He tried his best to seem genuinely curious while also shedding some empathy in his spooky voice. [color=f7976a]"That... That explains a bit."[/color] He eyed Frisk's new form for a moment as he continued to walk. He scratched his chin, questioning his freedom yet again. As Frisk befriended him with their friend heart, he realized this world had a puppet grasp. [color=f7976a]"AAAUUUGH, it's that fucking island all over again!"[/color] He grumpily kicked a pile of snow as they slowly approached their destination.

The Prisoner took a few moments to lazily brush about the flowers that they had come across, relishing himself in the idea of life replacing what was once rotting and dead in his life. With a guilty conscience of leaving his new team nearly to death earlier, The Prisoner took the liberty to slay many of the new weaker enemies that either flew, charged, or slid aimlessly around. One of the Li'l Brrs that got just a little too close to the Prisoner met the devastating wrath of the hack and slash of The Prisoner's Balanced Blade. With a few chops and cleaves, the icy foe was reduced to a small rock, then melted into ash, revealing a small translucent ball of life. Under normal circumstances, he would have mistaken this for a Dead Cell and collected it without a thought, however in this world, he knew it was a spirit. He gently reached out for a moment, collecting the small orb of life in his hands before allowing it to melt inside of his being, the effects of the once cold foe becoming incredibly present in The Prisoner's body, as he grew icicles on himself in front of his very eyes. [color=f7976a]"Woah."[/color] He exclaimed simply as he examined the subzero growths of cold.

Remembering Frisk's explanation of the world as well, The Prisoner charged directly into one of the Ice Bats with his elbow, freezing it completely and not immediately noticing how he naturally glid on the ground. He was now an unliving corpse with an ice-cold touch. He tried moving, only to slide wildly for a moment, then catching himself. He was slippery too. This seemed to be some of the effects of fusing with the creature's spirit. However...

Before the bat was able to thaw, The Prisoner sliced it into pieces with his sword, ripping its soul from its body as it faded to ash. He gripped the spirit, though this time with a colder demeanor, twisted with the idea of discovery. He held the spirit in his palm as he tightly squished it between his palms, creating a pale baseball bat with a sticker smacked dab on the face of it. [color=f7976a]"Cool."[/color] He said simply as he twisted the new weapon in his hands.

[center][hider=For Prisoner]Common Spirit Eaten:
[url=https://i.imgur.com/b8WCj03.png][b]Li'l Brr[/b][/url]
[i]The host's blob has turned ice blue and gained a texture like a slushy; cold and wet to the touch. It's a little stiffer and spikier, and the host's body has small outcroppings of ice scattered across, with the biggest one protruding from the back. This spirit confers the Power [b]Freezing Touched[/b], which can temporarily freeze living things solid that touch the Prisoner (but not when the Prisoner touches something else). It also confers the Weakness [b]Slip and Slide[/b], decreasing the host's traction somewhat on all surfaces and effectively increasing his inertia[/i]

You have acquired:
[url=https://i.imgur.com/sGyyUS6.png][b]Ice Bat[/b][/url]
[i]A reasonably hard-hitting implement used for baseball, average in damage and durability, unremarkable except for the sticker on it that causes it to deal frost damage[/i][/hider][/center]

With many of the weaker enemies dealt with and his twisted desires satiated, The Prisoner now assisted Albedo and Frisk with the looming elementals, which he smacked with the bat, using his new gliding moment to create a bit of acceleration in his swing as he whipped one of the monsters in the head with an audible [i]BAM[/i] of his new bat, as he overshot and went crashing into the side of a rock. Once the threat had been dealt with, he gave Frisk a thumbs up as he stabilized himself from the new effect of the spirit he had consumed. [color=f7976a]"New upgrades!"[/color] he said simply, trying to be somewhat humorous. There wasn't really a place for him to rest his bat just yet so he opted to simply carry it for the moment.

As they entered the cave, Albedo suggested exploration as camps had become limited. [color=f7976a]"I second the idea of exploration."[/color] The Prisoner said as he raised his hand in agreeance. The looming wolf demons definitely were a cause of concern in their current position. If they got trapped in this cave, cornered by the threat, their hiking trip would be canceled early for the winter. Just then, a stroke of genius hit The Prisoner. On his hip of tools and weapons, a very clearly serrated bear trap rested, locked and compact. He looked back at Albedo and Frisk before whispering quietly. [color=f7976a]"I have an idea, but you two need to give me a few seconds."[/color] He stepped away for a few minutes, making his slippery steps as stable as he possibly could.

With the low visibility provided by the snow, the Prisoner slinked back outside of the cave and back into the snow. Hoping the drifts and flurries of the mountain were enough to provide him cover, he threw out his Wolf Trap, which popped open immediately as it hit the ground, making a silent snap noise. He was positive the wolves had heard it, but was more banking off of the fact the snow made the origin of the sound unidentifiable. He buried it in snow right at the mouth of the cave, creating both a trap and a diversion for the threat. [color=f7976a]"They're probably smart enough to know I dropped that trap, but with where I placed it, there are little options for them."[/color] He pointed to the hidden trap at the mouth of the cave. [color=f7976a]"I say we fight back and that's our diversion."[/color] If he had a mouth, there'd be the widest grin as he twirled his frosty bat in his hands for a moment.