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@Double

Hey, I've got couple of questions before I make my character.

One, how closely-related is this game to canon Dragon Ball?

If two Saiyans are due to come to Earth to test its fighters rather than to obtain the Dragon Balls as Vegeta and Nappa sought, and the Saiyans are conquering planets to make homes for themselves rather than simply genociding everyone on the planet so that Freeza can sell it, than it's reasonable to assume that this isn't exactly going to follow canon too closely.

So that begs the question of whether the same canon characters are going to show up. Freeza, Cell, Goku, Bulma, Vegeta, etc, especially if we're going to have original arcs instead of arcs that follow the canon sagas.

Two, I know you've stated that power levels won't exactly matter, but even if power levels are simple numbers, certain species are naturally stronger in canon Dragon Ball. I was thinking of making a human, and humans in canon Dragon Ball tend to almost exclusively lag behind their Saiyan counterparts (often to the point of simple irrelevance in the big climactic battles) simply due to Zenkais and Super Saiyan forms. If this isn't following canon, is the power gap going to be any narrower? I really don't want to wind up sitting out of big fights like Yamcha and Krillin do, or batted aside by the arc villain the second he shows up to show how badass he is and need the Saiyans to save the day. Will this be a problem for human characters?
Donnie

Word Count=799

(12/30) + 2 = 14/30


After the conversation with Tora and Poppi, Donnie's stomach started growling in earnest. Noticing the building with the name "Grillby's" on the front, he decided to head inside, figuring that it was an eatery of some kind by the name. Opening the door, he was indeed correct. In fact, the almost-entirely wooden decor reminded him of a tavern, especially with the bar in the back. He also noticed Courier playing poker with some...dogs. Over dog treats.

Well, he'd pegged the Courier as a weirdo already, didn't like gambling, and had already annoyed him by pissing off Captain Falcon, so he ignored the game (though he did send an approving nod his way when he noticed the massive pile of dog treats in the Courier's corner. He could appreciate skill when he saw it, even if he wasn't a gambler himself) and walked over to the bar, which was tended by what looked like an armored mechanical figure whose head was on fire, not unlike the clown he'd killed earlier.

Sitting down at the barstool, he took off his helmet, asked for the strongest stuff the robot had, and got to drinking when it was placed in front of him. Quickly downing glass after glass, he finished by ordering what looked like the most interesting thing on the menu, something known as a "cheeseburger." He'd never heard of that back on Azeroth, so he figured he'd check that out first. In short order, he was passed a platter of what looked like some kind of meat slab on a bun with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, pickles, ketchup, and mustard inside the whole mess, with some fried potato sticks in a pile next to it. Weird. Taking off his gauntlets, the pieces of magical gear coming off with some quick work of the leather straps, and placing them to the side, he picked up the whole mess with his bare hands (since he could at least tell this was finger food) and dug in.

It was surprisingly good. For good measure, he also ordered a slice of chocolate cake, because he could. And lots of water (as well as a cup of coffee) to help with the hangover that would inevitably happen the next day. After his meal (and a quick trip to the bathroom), he re-equipped the missing pieces of his armor and it was time to pay. The bill was...the bill was...

"...Holy shit..." was all Donnie could say as he saw a bill for a cool 120,000 "g." He assumed that stood for "gold." His eyes widened as he looked at Fire Man's mechanical face. "Is...is gold the base currency in these parts?"

"We only accept gold," the robot said. "If you can't pay, I can put it on your tab."

Donnie replied quickly, trying to save face. "No, no, I can pay, it's just...copper's the base currency where I come from. It's 100 copper to 1 silver, and 100 silver to one gold. So, 120,000 gold is...." he let the robot fill in the blanks himself.

"I understand," the robot said, "But you said you can pay, so...."

Well, there goes any hope of getting away with putting it on my tab, Donnie thought to himself as he magicked the luggage into existence, reached into one of its pockets, and prepared to dump armloads of gold coins onto the counter. Instead, the robot put up an arm to stop him. "I can tell that you don't have a higher denomination on you. I can't have the restaurant fill up with a pile of metal reaching to the ceiling over one meal. It would make it impossible to work. I'll put it on your tab until you can find some normal gold, and I won't come after you. Just go." He beckoned to the door with his right flamethrower.

"...Thank you. You're a lifesaver," Donnie said in a shaky voice as he got up and walked to the doors. He thought to himself, By the Four Celestials, I just dodged a bullet. I forgot patience. Prudence. Next time, I'll ask for the price before I order. Then he heard a commotion and booked it over to the garage, where it looked like a fight had happened, and ended just as quickly in his allies' favor. Shrugging, he turned over to Gene, who was offering a demon-slaying sidequest. The party was already fairly large, with Jak, Daxter, Ratchet, and Clank joining, along with the four new guys and of course Gene, but he'd been killing the demons of the Burning Legion for a while now, so he walked over, his previous shakiness fading.

"Count me in. I've killed my fair share of demons, so I think I'd be a pretty good fit for this."

@Simple Unicycle @ProPro @Lugubrious
@Nate1008

I'm not the GM but I feel qualified to answer this.

1) This is definitely a fantasy/sci-fi mix, as this is an expanded adaptation of World of Light, the campaign mode of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, and is thus a megacrossover of several established video game franchises. We have more fantasy characters than sci-fi at the moment, but we used to have Zer0 and Gaige from Borderlands (before they died due to the player quitting anyway), and I saw someone sign up with Zero from Mega Man X. Not sure what happened to him.

2) No, they don't. We've got someone playing Ratchet and Clank, and another guy is playing Bowser, Bowser Jr, and Kamek from the Mario franchise.

3) Since this is a megacrossover, basically you can use any race you want as long as it's one from an established game franchise. Generally, canon characters and races only though. I'm playing a custom character, but I was only able to get away with it because I'm playing an MMO protagonist and they can be whatever race and class you want.

4) Within reason. You should discuss it with @Lugubrious.

Also, feel free to join the Discord to talk about this in real-time.
Donnie, Tora and Poppi

Word Count = 1,195 words

Donnie, Tora, and Poppi + 2 EXP

NOTE: This is a collab between myself and @Lugubrious.


Donnie, fresh off of the Courier muttering curses at him and the Captain walking away thinking he was crazy, was a bit annoyed. However, he’d certainly dealt with worse in his time adventuring. If he had a copper piece for every time he’d gotten on someone’s bad side, he wouldn’t have needed to do errands for random townsfolk or track down bounty targets just to get the gold necessary to fund his questing.

The thing he planned on doing next, however, was significantly more troublesome. Seeing as Tora and Poppi were done talking to Cid and Cindy, now was the opportunity to pull them aside, if he wanted to do it.

No, he had to go through with this. This talk needed to happen sooner rather than later, before it became a problem.

Dismissing the Disc on the ground nearby and walking up to Tora and Poppi, he asked, “Hey. Do you two have a minute to talk in private?”

The pair recognized the man, by sight if not yet by name or reputation, as an ally. While at first glance he didn’t seem particularly interesting, encouraging Tora to have gladly walked right by, the way he spoke -and sort of got in their way- commanded their attention. As such, the Nopon raised his eyebrows and replied, “Am listening.”

“What can Tora and Poppi help with?” his companion chimed in, an innocently curious expression on her face.

“Look, we need to talk,” Donnie said, beckoning to a relatively out-of-the-way spot at the east side of the gas station. When they followed him, leaning against the wall, he said to them. “SInce the fight earlier in the scrubland, there’s been something that’s bothering me. When we killed the clown, you two immediately treated it as a casual act and started talking about Tora’s weight.” He looked at both of them, standing next to him.

“I’m not going to claim sympathy for that piece of horse dung, far from it,” he continued. “But I’ve killed many in my travels as an adventurer, and killing people never gets any easier, even when they’re violent, murderous monsters like him. I’ve learned to deal with it a lot better, of course, but it’s still an incredibly serious situation. When I saw you talk like that, I figured you two had been simply gotten used to conflict better than I have. And I wanted to ask you about that.”

The implication was clear. Donnie had, under his rough yet casual exterior, had been quite disturbed by what he had heard from them. How would they respond?

Poppi, who didn’t know the answer herself, turned with an expectant look to Tora. “That good question. Poppi assumed Masterpon had good reason all along, but never ask.”

Plainly in deep thought, Tora took a few more moments before responding in a slow, less-than-confident fashion. “W-well, meh...did not think very hard about it. Back in Alrest, Tora and friends fight all the time, lots of monster and machine but a few people too. For some, it very simple: it either them or us. Still, we never kill people, even rogue driver.” A hefty silence momentarily filled the air. “...Suppose I look at it like this, meh. When Galeem beaten, according to Master of Masters, everything return to what was before. That mean everything done in this world get undone. So, even if Tora have to kill to stop very bad man here, it not really real, meh.”

After getting it out there, Tora started to sound a little more sure of himself. Closing his eyes and rubbing his non-chin in an authoritative manner, he continued, “Plus, if it is what seems like and everyone really just spirit in this world, with fake bodies, destroy body not really kill spirit. Meh, meh. Can be brought back in way or another, yes?”

The explanation took some consideration from Poppi, but after a few moments she nodded in agreement. “For once, Masterpon make sense. This world clearly work different from normal. But is obvious that even if actions not matter so much in temporary world, should still hold to principle.” A notion occurred to her, prompting her to gaze off into the distance with a worried expression. “Plus, what if friends cannot win? Would have to live on in this world, with consequences of actions. Very interesting.” Her Nopon creator, who clearly didn’t think of this last point, mulled over her suggestion.

Donnie seemed to stiffen during their explanation, and stare at his hands. “You know, I arrived late last night. I got filled in on the whole MegaDragonBowser thing from the rest of us, but I wasn’t really there for the Master of Masters’ explanation. Hell, I didn’t even really know who he was. I got the basics, of course--Galeem ripped our universes to shreds and stuck them together with duct-tape and glue for some insane reason, and we have to kill it--but uh”--he looked back at them--”that does explain a lot.”

“Still, Poppi brings up a good point. Galeem is extremely powerful even by cosmic standards, we might not be able to kill it. And if we fail, we’re going to have to live in this sick experiment it’s cooked up for the rest of our lives in these fake bodies even if we survive. Hell, we’re stuck like this for the foreseeable future even before the final battle. Playing the long game is admirable, but the short-term matters as well. Our actions do have consequences as long as we’re here, and this quest might take years. If we go around acting like killing people, even in self-defense, is no big deal, others are going to judge us.

“And,” he continued, recalling the conversation with Captain Falcon painfully, “Not everyone is going to believe us about what’s really going on here, nor that we’re somehow the only people who are free.

“Besides, even if all the spirits are gonna restored to normal with Galeem’s death, that doesn’t actually mean that the Spirits that were consumed, turned into items, and so on will have their consciousness intact until then. I’m not sure how spirit fusion or spirit-infused item creation works, but there’s nothing I’ve seen that shows their minds are still intact. For all we know, they might cease to exist until we kill Galeem, which may never happen. And what if the person who’s been fused kicks the bucket, or the spirit item is broken beyond repair? What then?

“What I’m getting at here,” Donnie said, “ is that this is all a lot more complex than you’re making it out to be, Tora, and it’s best to tread with caution even if it seems at first like your actions don’t have consequences in this world.”

At some point Tora lost the thread of what Donnie was saying and stopped really paying attention, but when he arrived at his eventual conclusion, it seemed straightforward enough. Plus, the Nopon really wanted to resume his exploration of the garage’s facilities. Vigorously nodding, he said, “Yes, yes, mehmehmeh! Tora will be very careful. Poppi too.” he glanced at the artificial blade for assurance, who gave a grave nod.
Donnie

Word Count: 1,963

EXP: 7/30 + 3 = 10/30

Note: This was a collab between me and @Lugubrious.


Donnie hadn’t even gotten to get inside the clown-shaped robot when someone managed to activate a self-destruct sequence (why would anyone want to install a self-destruct sequence in that thing anyway?), and hadn’t even gotten more than fifty feet away before the weaponized truck he wanted was turned into little more than a pile of scrap metal and a scorch mark on the ground. He wasn’t that far from the blast, so he got thrown at least a good few dozen feet away by the shockwave, leaving him face-down in the dirt. He hadn’t even been able to roll to mitigate some of the damage, he was thrown so fast.

“Owwwwwww…” he managed to groan out, before he painfully pushed himself to his feet. Thankfully, the armor wasn’t dented from that impact (probably because he had landed on soft dirt instead of a rock or something), but that did nothing for his temper.

Thankfully, he managed to restrain himself from walking right over there and beating the shit out of Jak and Daxter, who seemed to have gotten into the robot without his knowledge.

But, sometimes the solution wasn’t conflict, nor to butt heads with your allies. He had enough equipment as-is, and would probably have needed to figure out the controls for that thing anyway. Hell, he might’ve caused the same effect in the process of figuring it out.

Besides, if the clown put a self-destruct button into a vehicle that was clearly his pride and joy, what else was waiting in that truck? He would’ve been better off not knowing.

Without another word, he hopped on the Disc and flew off after the convoy.

* * *


Donnie arrived a little later than Tora and Poppi, slowing the Disc to a halt and smoothly getting off of it, palming it like a skateboard before he reduced it down to an orb and put it in the Luggage.

Looking around at the gas station, he noticed quite a lot of interesting types here. He saw red eyes on all of them, so they were clearly all under Galeem’s control, but it seemed his brainwashing was more subtle than he realized, since they weren’t attacking him, much less Tora, who was striking up a conversation with the managers.

On the one hand, he kind of wanted to crack some heads and free them right now. On the other...well, one look at the white-haired man and the four fancy types they were talking, much less the helmeted driver by the futuristic pump, told him to back off.

The first rule of adventuring was to never get into a fight you can’t win. Many, many foolhardy adventurers had gotten killed by the likes of gnolls, kobolds, and bandits because they went in unprepared. And that was before you took into account large-scale adventuring missions, like five-man, ten-man, and twenty-five-man quests.
What really interested him, however, was the muscular man’s vehicle. It reminded him an awful lot of the kart that Ratchet and Clank were piloting earlier. Was that kart meant to be some kind of copy of this futuristic hovercar?

While the argument that the white-haired guy and the four fancy gentlemen were having about this ‘Qliphoth’ looked like it would make an interesting quest for sure, they were all brainwashed anyway and he didn’t want any of them to turn on him at a moment’s notice. The last thing he needed was to head off with this adventuring party only to get backstabbed.

But talking cars with the helmeted man seemed a lot safer, so he walked over to the guy and sat down next to him, saying, “Hey, that’s an awesome car you have there.”

After glancing up from his magazine, the pilot briefly affixed Donnie with an examinatory glance. His visor hid his eyes, making them look like glowing white triangles, but they seemed to hold no malice. A second later, his chiseled features showcased a wide smile. “Hehey, someone’s got good taste! Although, it’s not really a car. More of a high-powered racing machine. Would you believe me if I told you it maxes out at a four-fifty kilometers an hour?” He gave a chuckle, realizing he’d let his enthusiasm run away with him just a touch. This man, clothed in medieval armors and garments, was surely a world apart from even the vehicles he himself deemed archaic, let alone his own. “Uh, let’s just say it’s the fastest thing around and leave it at that, huh?” He struck Donnie’s shoulder with a light, jovial punch, more of a tap than anything. “So, you into racing? Or just the hardware? Name’s Douglas Jay Falcon, but most everyone calls me Falcon.” A gloved hand extended to shake.

Donnie shook the pilot’s extended hand. “Well met, Falcon. The name’s Donovan Lee, but you can call me Donnie.” He laughed a little afterwards, saying, “And don’t worry, we’re not that primitive where I come from. We do have spaceships, tanks, giant war robots and lots and lots of magic.” He summoned the Luggage, pulled out the orb for the Disc again, and threw it to the ground to his right, revealing the Disc. “That there’s what I prefer to use. It gets a pretty high speed, but I’ve never measured it. The thing doesn’t have a speedometer, after all. It flies, but it can’t break the sound barrier or anything. Titan-forged flying machine and it can’t even break Mach 1! Kinda disappointing, really. But I can fire chi attacks from it, so it works for what I need it for.”

“Hey, not bad for a start!” the Captain reassured Donnie.

He looked towards the Blue Falcon, saying, “Thing I’m wondering about is that our group has a go-kart we found in a scrapyard that looks just like that racing machine. Was the design licensed out or something? Are you famous back home?”

Falcon rubbed his head, though the helmet prevented it from doing much good. “I don’t know about go-karts, but I’ll admit I’m preeeeetty famous. Bounty hunter turned racing champion, a superstar known across worlds! And wouldn’t you know it, I’m humble too!” His hearty laughter rolled across Hammerhead. After composing himself, he looked out at some of the new faces that had glanced his way. “Friends of yours?” he asked, curious. “Odd-looking bunch.” Falcon zeroed in on a familiar face and pointed it out. “Bowser. I know him at least from the tournaments. Not that we’re pals or anything. He’s kind of a jerk.” With narrowed eyes he scanned everyone else, but recognized nobody. In a cruel turn, Peach escaped his notice, thanks to her changed appearance. “So what’re you all up to?” The man seemed to hold nothing back when it came to conversation; he practically oozed confidence and geniality.

“Tournament, eh?” Donnie said. While the Bowsermobile was one thing, Bowser was no slouch in fighting either. This tournament that Falcon had been in could’ve been either fighting or racing, and for what he had planned, it didn’t really matter which since the man could clearly do both. He grinned mischievously. “Tell you what. I’ll tell you what we’re up to if you can beat me in a fight. We’ll do it a mile away from the gas station, just in case it gets ugly. What do you say?”

Were it not for Falcon’s helmet, Donnie would have seen his eyebrows furrow. “...You serious? You want me to fight you just to get a conversation? Sure, I fought in a few tournaments, but those were official competitions, not brawls in the desert. Plus, if the public caught wind of me doing something like that, I’d be done for. I’ve got a reputation to uphold, you know?” The Captain leaned back, a little put off by the proposition.

"Eh, fair enough," Donnie replied, looking a bit embarrassed, but quickly recovering, "I was just looking for an excuse to test my skills. I like friendly bouts, and old habits die hard. Sorry about that." He shrugged.

"Long story short, my group is headed further into the Land of Adventure. At least that's what we call this region after one of us mapped out this world from a spaceship. We come from Peach's Castle to the northwest."

“Anyway, these tournaments,” Donnie continued. “How exactly did you end up fighting Bowser? Multiversal shenanigans?"

The apology and explanation set Falcon at ease, and after a shrug he replied, “Something like that. There’ve been five Smash tournaments, and every time one’s in the works, these sealed invitations get delivered to participants. Then we’re pulled to the spot where it’s being hosted. Last time, it was this land of castles and waterfalls. Real pretty.”

He paused for a moment before continuing. “Other than that, details are scarce, but there were places from all sorts of world to fight on. Kind of like this place.” He gestured broadly to the surroundings, indicating not just the Paved Wilderness, but the whole world. His eyes settled on the everpresent Galeem, far off in the sky. “I was there when this whole thing happened. Wasn’t fast enough to stop it, or even get away.” Briefly, a bitter look took hold of his face.

Understanding dawned on Donnie’s face as he stared at the point of light that caused all this. He turned back to the Captain, saying, “Well...what if I told you our group is aiming to kill that thing and return everything to normal?”

Falcon said nothing, but Donnie could tell he had the man’s attention.

“A little pink puffball named Kirby managed to escape Galeem’s wrath, avoided getting brainwashed like the rest of us. And you.” He materialized a Friend Heart, showcasing the cartoony object in all its pink glory. “This here’s a Friend Heart. It’s what Kirby used to free us. Long story short, it’s let us act against Galeem and given us our free will back. Keep in mind that his control is subtle enough that none of us knew we were under the influence until we were freed.”

“I can free you, if you want. You don’t even have to join us if you don’t want to. I’d have to beat the shit out of you and then throw this at you, but it would work. I can heal you right up after the fact, though you won’t remember exactly how you got here. The benefits are obviously worth it though. What do you say?” He dematerialized the Heart as he spoke.

Frowning, Falcon stood up. “Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not under any control, and my will is my own. I’m me, same as always.” He crossed his arms. “And I’m still not fighting anyone, but if anyone’s going to be doing any beating, it’d be me, bud. As for this Galeem thing, I’m fine on my own, thanks. I’m more of the solo type.” A glance went the way of the Blue Falcon, confirming that the mechanic’s work was just about done. Falcon gave Donnie a stiff nod of farewell before heading its way, leaving the car magazine he’d been reading on the bench.

Donnie power-walked over to him, using his Windwalking to catch up quite quickly. “Just one more thing before you go, Captain. When you get the chance, take off your helmet and look in a mirror. Red eyes are the hallmark of Galeem’s influence. If they’re not there, then you’re good. Just know that you won’t get very far if you do have them.” He turned around, craning his neck back one last time. “Good luck, Captain.” He watched the man shake his head in disbelief, and give a parting wave. With that, Donnie headed back over to Tora, to see if he was done talking to Cid and Cindy.
@Noodles

Actually, I think I fucked up that part of his sheet. I mostly worked on it in the wee hours of the morning (like I'm typing up this post now), which explains why I caught this afternoon that his new bounty description was left incomplete. I had to fix it on my phone.

I actually intended for him not to be able to use the Rokuogan at all. He was still learning the basics of the technique. Of course, I'm happy to be able to use it. After all, this is One Piece, and escalation is quite rampant with this franchise.

If he's the sole survivor, that can work. Less loose ends to tie up.

I'm wondering about more of the nitty-gritty of the game though. If I'm joining, where do I put myself? Where's the crew right now, and how am I going to join? Are you going to write up an intro post for me, setting the scene? And can I have a recap of what's happened so far?
@VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze

Hi, I'm interested in this game. I have a character concept in mind, but the problem is that it's a Sapient Undead. It can be modified to work as a normal human, but I feel that the character will click better if he's undead.

Basically, the idea is that he was an ordinary conscripted soldier of low birth, who, out of loyalty, jumped in the way of an arrow meant for the king of Thain in the middle of a pitched battle. The arrow was enchanted to cause death near-instantaneously if any part of it touched one's bare skin, and it pierced through his armor and went into his ribcage.

Thanks to his sacrifice, the battle was won and the king survived. Out of gratitude for the young soldier who sacrificed his life to save his own, he had him raised and subsequently knighted, to be inducted into the Iron Rose Knights for his great and noble deed. 150 years later, he's still serving.

Of course, if we go with him just being human, then that basically means that the arrow would have been perfectly ordinary, he survived the attack, and was knighted normally.

Either concept would work I think, I just like the former one better. What do you think? Is this acceptable?
Alright, sheet up. Now I'm going to sleep.
@Noodles

Donnie

Word Count = 809
EXP: 9/20 + 12 (encounter reward) + 3 (stunt bonus) + 2 (this post) = 9 + 17 = 27/20 LEVEL UP!

New Power Learned!
Resuscitate: Donnie learns a basic resurrection spell, a leftover from his generalist monk training. Donnie can revive one person at a time after a 1.5-second cast that requires great concentration. This works by returning the soul to the body, and revives them with severe injuries, necessitating that they be healed away. This means that it won't work if there is no body left behind, making it impossible to revive Galeem's minions this way.


Donnie watched, first with respect, then with revulsion, Mr. Grimm tried to take them all on, only for the Centurion to execute a man who already couldn't fight back. His gauntleted hands balled into fists as he watched the display. And then, Peach of all people absorbing his soul...

* * *

Master Shang Xi gazed at his wayward student, a strange creature by the name of Donovan. It seemed that, having been brought into the school later in life than most students, Donovan had been more prone to mistakes than his classmates. The young monk's brash nature and his tendency to punch first and ask questions later troubled the old master, wondering if perhaps he might misuse his talents.

This wasn't the first time the human had been brought before the master, and it likely wouldn't be the last.

"Initiate Donovan," Shang said. "I've been told that you got into a fight yet again. Tell me what happened."

"I saw a thief run off with a bag of gold coins," the teenage human replied, "He was stealing from the old woman who runs the teahouse!"

The master held up a hand to stop him from speaking more, having understood the situation perfectly. "And so you acted in defense of that old woman by physically assaulting the thief. You could have gone to get the guards, tailed him and told a guard where he was hiding, or simply used your brute strength to restrain him until the authorities could arrive. You could have even used the handwraps you had on you to bind his wrists. Instead, you beat him senseless. I am informed you tackled him to the ground, punched him several times, and then intentionally broke one of his legs to stop him from running away."

He looked at his student piercingly. "I understand that you adhere to the way of the Huojin. You value action. But that is no reason not to exercise restraint. You have been trained in the ways of combat, but you must know when to use force and when to use less extreme methods."

"I understand, master," Donovan said, his head hung in shame. "What is my punishment?"

The master looked slightly amused, an expression that nonetheless ran chills down Donovan's spine. "You will clean the floor of the temple for the next week. You will make up your missed lessons at night, the week after."

Donovan stood aghast. "You can't be serious!"

"I am. Your first shift starts in ten minutes. Run along now."

Donovan quickly ran away, mortified.


* * *

If there was one thing that week scrubbing floors had taught him, it was that there was a time to use force and there was a time to simply walk away. He could have given the Centurion a tongue-lashing, but while he was in his reverie, the moment had already passed.

And he had a more pressing concern. Seeing Mr. Grimm vanish like that rapidly caused a flood of information to enter his mind. Memories of reviving the dead, and of the spell Resuscitate.

But since Mr. Grimm had no body left, that wouldn't work even if he could somehow remove Mr. Grimm's soul from Peach's body. Besides, looking at their chi, it seemed like their essences had fused completely. It was doubtful that the man's consciousness could be removed in the same way.

Still, seeing the sweet, naive princess from the castle now talk about ripping the souls from her allies' chests...it left a bad taste in his mouth. In fact, this whole thing did. Consuming souls? Fusing with them? Turning them into equipment? This was disgusting. This was wrong. He knew warlocks who wouldn't stoop to such a level, even when dealing with the demons they fought and enslaved. Hell, even death knights wouldn't do that these days!

But it was out of necessity. They'd need all the power they would get, wouldn't they? And he supposed that killing an injured enemy who'd been so hell-bent on killing you not thirty seconds ago made a twisted kind of sense.

In any event, the remaining loot needed to be divvied up. He could chew the Centurion out later. He strolled over to Needles' Spirit, and craned his neck over towards Michael, Franklin, and Gene.

@Simple Unicycle @thedman
"You three need power more than I do," Donnie said, in a voice that made clear that, under the surface, he was quite disturbed by the events on display. "I'm getting spells back by the day. I just remembered my resurrection spell when that Peach ate that guy. Turn the clown into a flamethrower or something. Figure it out between yourselves."

Then, walking a few feet ahead, he looked at Sweet Bot. "Now, that's what I'm interested in. I'll take it if no-one else wants it, and if nothing else it can probably fit a few extra people."
@Noodles
Alright, edited. 50 million it is.

As I mentioned earlier, I'm not super into One Piece, and I got a lot of this information from the wiki, so I'm not so familiar with what a proper bounty is. And yes, they were vaguely inspired by the Hashashin. To be specific, I based them at least partly on the bastardized version of them from Assassin's Creed. The Nightblades weren't obsessed with hashish, for example. :P

Oh, and there's some stereotypical ninja-clan influence in there too. Why else do you think I'd give them the Rokushiki?
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