Shin Ghost NoteDonnie
Level 2 - (1/20) + 3 = 4/20
Location: Peach's Castle --> Random Desert
Word Count: 1,487
New Power Acquired!
Vivify: Donnie has remembered a basic healing spell. By releasing healing jade mists, he can cause wounds to rapidly heal. Think of it like Cure Moderate Wounds from Dungeons and Dragons.
Donnie woke up the following morning in one of the castle's many guest rooms, depressingly sober. He honestly had expected this castle to have at least some choice wines in the cellar. Princess Peach was a crown princess for the gods' sake! Instead, he had ended up trying to explain what alcohol he wanted to the Toad before shortly realizing that his waiter didn't even know what booze was. By the Four Celestials, that had been embarrassing. All he wanted was a good drink and he had ended up barreling straight into bizarre alternate-universe values. He even recalled the Toad being mystified at why someone would bother with such a dangerous beverage.
So first Galeem had shredded his universe to pieces and made it part of some demented cosmic tapestry. Then he had placed everyone from the worlds in said tapestry under mind control for some unknown purpose.
But worst of all, Galeem had dumped him in a world without booze. And that was unforgivable.
He sprung out of bed with his typical energy, finding his armor cleaned up from yesterday's fight with Merkava and the scraps he'd occasionally gotten into under Galeem's control. The unsightly singe was gone, for one.
He had an issue though. Sitting down in a nearby chair, he pulled up the right leg of the pajamas he had in the Madman's Luggage, only to find that the ankle bite that the black giant's minion had given him hadn't healed. And it was not only still purple, but sore. This would be annoying.
On instinct, he made to fire a Chi Burst at it, before realizing that it would probably blast a hole in the floor. For a reason he didn't understand, however, he raised both hands to cast a spell. His hands glowed, and green mist emerged around his right ankle, soothing the pain for a moment...but as the mists cleared, he noticed that the wound hadn't regenerated. This could prove more troublesome than he thought...
Wait, did he just cast Vivify? That was right, he did! He remembered that Mistweaver spell like it was the back of his hand! Donnie sprang to his feet, the strange wound forgotten about for the time being as he paced back and forth around the room in excitement. So it seemed that as time passed he would remember more spells! Would he remember how to resurrect people again? Split himself into three spirits to take on multiple targets? Redirect damage back to a target? Hit a pressure point with lethal results?
...Come to think of it, he had already remembered intermediate-level cooking skills since last night! This was a very good sign. The wound could be investigated later. Good news in Galeem's mad world was hard to come by.
Breakfast was fairly typical honestly. Eggs, bacon, etc. The castle's cuisine couldn't be more Stormwind-esque if it tried. Still, he was born in Stormwind, and eating it reminded him a bit of home.
A home that he rather despised for much of his life (at least until Anduin came to power, and even then he still detested Jaina Proudmore and the fact that her newfound racism could spread far and wide from the mind of someone in such a high place), but it wasn't like the Horde was a whole lot better. The Forsaken society had more skeletons in its closet than the amount of actual skeletons roaming the Tirisfal wilderness.
He sat through Peach's presentation...which was honestly quite disturbing. Crushing Spirits to turn them into weapons? Binding people's souls to yourself? This sounded like the things that the necromancers in Scholomance would've tried back in the day. Before they were all wiped out, of course. Hell, Frostmourne was a weapon powered by the souls of the dead, and that cursed piece of junk had caused unimaginable death and destruction once the Lich King got his hands on it.
Still, desperate times called for desperate measures. And thinking back to the fight with the black giant, he did recognize that some beings deserved such a fate. Hell, his entire career had consisted of taking down one monster after another. If he met Merkava again...
No. It wasn't worth thinking about right now. At his full power he could annihilate that giant. Once his memories came back, he'd come out on top for sure.
On that note, he went back to his food.
And a few hours later, he was outside the castle in full armor once again, rummaging through the luggage's many pockets and trying to figure out what mount to use. A war-tiger, especially weighed down by heavy armor, wouldn't be fast enough to keep up with a gas-powered machine, so the kitty was out. The Dwarven flying machine was too high-maintenance. The Champion's Treadblade was cool and all but he'd rather fly. Mimiron's Head, as a Titan-forged flying machine of sorts, was advanced enough to fit the bill...but then there was the Disc of The Red Cloud, which would be easier for hit-and-run tactics. What to do...?
”GENO. NEW GUY. SCOUT AHEAD FOR TROUBLE IF YOU'RE FAST ENOUGH, BUT ACTUALLY COME WARN US ABOUT THE STUFF YOU FIND THIS TIME! THAT MEANS YOU PUPPET.”
And that was Bowser shouting louder than than a megaphone. Well, he was fast enough. But scouting was more a rogue's thing. Still, not many people here could fly so it would certainly help.
"Give me a sec!" the monk called back from across the convoy. "I need to choose my mount!"
Okay, so for scouting he needed a mount that was silent, and would work in combat so that he could defend himself easily when seen. The Disc of the Red Cloud fit the bill.
But as he made to pull out its orb...
First, there was a honking sound. Then, he heard Bowser shout at the top of his lungs (he didn't think it was possible for him to get any louder then he normally was, but he somehow did), "MOUNT UP ALREADY YOU MOOKS, OR GET LEFT BEHIND!" Then the sound of tires squealing.
Donnie looked up, seeing Bowser just...drive away. He immediately summoned the Disc, closed and dismissed his luggage, and tore off after him, rapidly catching up.
Peach was thankfully incredibly dainty (aside from her apparent affinity for large firearms) and quite humble. Bowser was anything but. He so wanted to call the guy out, but questioning the authority of a king was a bad idea, even if that king was an idiot who took the risk of leaving men behind because he got impatient.
So he settled for shooting him a dirty look as he shot by instead.
Over the course of his journey, he attempted to scout the terrain ahead aboard the Disc, and he'd come back every now and then to warn his allies about upcoming hazards and such, potentially coming across the heavily-armed cars and warning the party in advance.
However, one way or another the party came across the cars. The ramshackle vehicles reminded him of something an enterprising goblin mechanic would build in order to fool a particularly stupid customer, but somehow even shittier than that. And goblin engineering was a low bar to pass, since goblins were infamous for giving absolutely no shits about the quality of their products. In fact, he was pretty sure that a few of them actively tried to get their merchandise to explode for seemingly no reason, just because they found it funny. Moral of the story: Don't buy from goblins. EVER.
Where was he? Oh right, dealing with these punks. His eyes widened as he saw what the enemy drivers were trying to do. They were going to ram the karts! There was no way they'd survive an impact from something that size!
Thinking fast, he made to light up any car he could hit with rapid-fire Chi Bursts, using the Disc to move unpredictably and hopefully avoid taking too much enemy fire as he did so. He was sure that the occupants had guns too, and if there was a passenger in there, they wouldn't hesitate to fire on him.
Mounted combat, and especially flying mounted combat, weren't Donnie's forte. He was mainly an infantry unit in all honesty. So it was expected when most of his Chi Bursts missed. Of ten, only three hit their target. The first managed to destroy one of the cars' chainguns, and with the second shot, he killed the front passenger on that side. He could tell because his corpse tumbled out of the car shortly afterwards, likely kicked out by a driver who didn't want a dead body to distract him. A lucky hit from the third Chi Burst managed to blow off another car's back-left tire, leaving the rest of the axle just hanging out. The car immediately took a major hit to its handling as a result, but wasn't taken out yet.
