Level 4 - (32/40) + 2
Location: The Open Road - Hammerhead
Word Count: 1102
Unfortunately Linkle wasn't able to scrounge up anything useful from inside the cabin and was quickly forced to conclude her search as the repairs started to become truly underway. She did find something in the other car though; a bottle full of some sickly smelling brown liquid that she poured onto the thirsty died because it was probably poison or cursed or something.
She kept the bottle though. There was nothing more useful on a legendary adventure than an empty bottle.
As she was making her way back to where the repairs were rapidly proceeding she spotted the bear and bird lifting the crushed remains of her bike into the back of that strange trolley cart of theirs. As they lifted the front end she grimaced as the majestic horse head on the front listed sadly to the side and seemed to give her an accusing look.
"No, it's okay." She called out in reply to the bear. "I was gonna hang around, keep an eye on Jr in case more karts come around. Thanks for recovering my bike though." Given the chance Jr would probably use it for parts like he was every other wreck around here. Maybe this way there was a chance she could have it put back together. "You're a cool guy, Bear."
It only made since, she thought to herself as they rolled off. Nobody that liked birds enough to carry one around in his pack like that could be anything less than good people.
As time wore on and no enemy attacks were forthcoming Linkle started focussing less on watching out and more on clumsily practicing with that sword in the shade of the truck.
Sword in one hand, spider shield held in the other, she swung and spun with all the grace of a rampaging hippopotamus. She was at least as dangerous as a toddler with a kitchen knife, but it was clear this was getting her nowhere.
She stopped for a rest, leaning against the side of the truck and watching Michael hanging out around the dispencer, as Blazermate called it. She quirked an eyebrow as she saw him excitedly whoop and start holding things in front of the machine. Curiously she got a bit closer and saw him putting the weird metal cartridges into his coat. Then, seeming from her proximity, the dispensar powered to life and began coughed up a bundle of those weird blocky arrows, about six in total.
"Oh, it gives you ammo too." She said, even more impressed with the thing. "I wonder how it knows how to make arrows?"
The repair turned out to go quicker than expected, and soon enough everybody left had piled in to the interior of the new and improved monster kart and set out to the town the rest of the convoy had headed off to.
As they pulled up to the grey building Linkle realized that they were rolling up in a monster that had been stealing spirits out the wazoo. She wondered if their was some way to make it clear that they weren't headhunters like the previous owner, that they had just killed him...and...stolen his kart.
As Michael pulled up to the stop and hopped out to talk with Franklin Linkle pulled herself up on top of the thing to get a commanding view of their surroundings. Red eyed people littered the stop, but that didn't concern her to much. The rabbits, after all, weren't that bad. So long as they didn't cause trouble, and Galeems pet hand didn't decide to throw them a curve ball, they would be fine.
As she looked around she spotted the remains of her bike laid in the entrance of one of the buildings. Jumping down and seeing truly inside the building she spotted all kinds of tools and machines lining the walls. If must have been some kind of tool shop. Maybe she could find someone here to fix he bike.
But the more important thing to catch her eyes wasn't her bike or the tools. It was laying in the back of the garage. She quickly ran inside with no mind as to whether the buildings owner cared about tresspass, like a hero would, and approached the thing just to confirm what she was seeing.
"Whoa!" She said. It was a bird, like a hawk or something, but made of metal. A new type of robot, or maybe a Blade like Poppy said she was. Whatever he was it was apparent he wasn't in good shape if he were just left lying around here. Birds didn't just lie around if there was nothing wrong.
She opened her mouth to call out to it, then remembered what species her was. She laid her rabbit ears back on her head and pulled her hood up and over to hide them. Then, safe in the knowledge she wasn't prey, started to speak. "Hello? Mr. bird? Coo coo coo?" She said gently. "Can you make a noise for me?"
Seeing this guy and this state really reminded her of her boys, lost in this big mashed up world somewhere all alone with no one to care for them.
Linkle thought about it. When a Cucco got hurt you were supposed to put it in a dark, secure place. She looked around. For a bird this big this place was really dark and secure. Next, you needed to keep it hydrated. She stepped outside, looking around for any water. She saw a wet patch of ground and followed it back to a dripping spiget set into the wall of the garage. Smiling, she went over and twisted the knop. A torrent of water poured out, and she filled up her new bottle before turning the water back off. She went back inside, dipped her fingers into the bottle and letting the water drip off them into the birds mouths just like she did when one of her cuccos was too sick to drink. She did this am few times. It was a good start, but was it good enough? After all, he wasn't just a bird. He was a robot too.
Or a Blade.
"I'll be right back. You don't go anywhere." She said to it, standing back up and stepping back out into the sun to look for...
"Poppi, Tora!" She shouted, spotting them. "I need your help. When Poppi gets hurt what do you guys do? I found this passed out metal bird. I only know how to help with the bird part, I've got no clue what to do with the metal part."