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"What brother? Are you concussed?" He asked, feet dangling in the air. It wasn't an impossibility. He had seen one if those trolls crack her pretty violently on the back of the head. He pooled around again, just to make sure there weren't any more bodies than he had expected. No, just the trolls.
He was used to the threats of, and use of, violence against him after he'd used his powers. The other cadets at the academy had been very vocal about how they felt about his powers and very creative in the methods they used to dissuade him from using them further. So if he was tossed into space by this girl that was just as natural a consequence of using his abilities as having to fight three trolls at once. He was prepared for that. Still there wasn't any reason not to be diplomatic about this.
He clicked his heels together and tried to present himself as smartly as possible while dangling in the grip of someone much bigger than him. "My name is Alexei Zhukov. I had nothing to do with this helicopter. The trolls were my responsibility, but not my intention. I apologize for your broken neck and will make every effort to compensate you for any pain you may have experienced. I did not wish to appear cocky, simply record an accurate account of these events while they're fresh in my mind so the story does not become distorted."
It was at this point that a long shadow fell over both of them. Alexei couldn't turn his heard to see, he thought the voice he heard declaring the girl a witch who would die belonged to the man that had appeared to fight the trolls. "Sir I don't know what your relationship to this girl might be, but I would advise against hasty action in any case."
He was used to the threats of, and use of, violence against him after he'd used his powers. The other cadets at the academy had been very vocal about how they felt about his powers and very creative in the methods they used to dissuade him from using them further. So if he was tossed into space by this girl that was just as natural a consequence of using his abilities as having to fight three trolls at once. He was prepared for that. Still there wasn't any reason not to be diplomatic about this.
He clicked his heels together and tried to present himself as smartly as possible while dangling in the grip of someone much bigger than him. "My name is Alexei Zhukov. I had nothing to do with this helicopter. The trolls were my responsibility, but not my intention. I apologize for your broken neck and will make every effort to compensate you for any pain you may have experienced. I did not wish to appear cocky, simply record an accurate account of these events while they're fresh in my mind so the story does not become distorted."
It was at this point that a long shadow fell over both of them. Alexei couldn't turn his heard to see, he thought the voice he heard declaring the girl a witch who would die belonged to the man that had appeared to fight the trolls. "Sir I don't know what your relationship to this girl might be, but I would advise against hasty action in any case."
"Obviously," Alexei replied, "though looking at them now I can't say there's much urgency to it anymore." He whipped out his notebook, jotting down a cliff notes version of all the events that had so far transpired, with particular attention given to whom had done what and how. "Your assistance was appreciated, though unnecessary. There was no reason to endanger yourself like that, but you'll all likely receive a commendation when I've reported this story to the administration. Save for Mr. Rat man. As per our agreement, you'll be left out of my report though I advise you file for a proper residence from the Housing Bureau. There's no excuse for vagrancy in the Tsar's Yekaterina."
He presented the page he had been writing on the Kakra without giving it to her, and held out his pen. "Could I get your name for my report, Mr..." He cocked a curious eyebrow while looking at her and glanced down briefly. "Ah. I beg your pardon, Miss. Along with you. Yes, you, the Sir with the farming implement, if you please." He shook the pen in Ivan's direction. "Quickly, if you would. I would like to track down that pilot before I'm thrown in detention for this troll debacle."
It was around this time that he began to notice a glow washing over the area. He looked up, only to see a light like the sun had fallen from the sky and landed in the outdoor dining area. "Oh what fresh hell is that?"
He presented the page he had been writing on the Kakra without giving it to her, and held out his pen. "Could I get your name for my report, Mr..." He cocked a curious eyebrow while looking at her and glanced down briefly. "Ah. I beg your pardon, Miss. Along with you. Yes, you, the Sir with the farming implement, if you please." He shook the pen in Ivan's direction. "Quickly, if you would. I would like to track down that pilot before I'm thrown in detention for this troll debacle."
It was around this time that he began to notice a glow washing over the area. He looked up, only to see a light like the sun had fallen from the sky and landed in the outdoor dining area. "Oh what fresh hell is that?"
The monster was charging at him, its movement wild. Clumsy. Easy to read.
Not a problem.
Or at least it wouldn't have been, if he hadn't suddenly been attacked unexpectedly from behind. He turned himself as he flew forward, just in time to see his would be savior get cracked across the skull and go flying. They slammed into the canopy, but even before they slid off and crumpled at Alexei's feet like a broken doll he could already tell. He didn't need to look at the angle of their neck for a moment to know there was no coming back from that.
He averted his eyes from the sight, instead focussing on the towering beasts in front of him. He grit his teeth, and tried to bury what he was feeling. It wouldn't help anyone right now. "Damn you." He said under his breath. "Why do you always have to make everything worse?"
He brought up the gun and knife in a standard CQC grip and the rainbow light began to coracle to life around his hands again when all of a sudden the body started giving off a blinding light. An ability set to activate upon? Alexei leaped away, anticipating some kind of revenge power to ravage the enemy. When the light stopped, however, all that stood there was...a girl? Had they always been a girl? A girl that seemed in good spirits, at that rate. She set out to engage the enemy and Alexei took that moment to fall back to a safe position and wait for his oppertunity.
One came as one of the two monsters the girl was handling all on her own started back to its feet from the flip she'd given it earlier. Alexei darted forward, slipping the flare gun into the hem of his pants as he ram up the monsters back, half climbing up its shaggy mane as the creature drew itself to full height. Up close like this the stench was nearly unbearable, but he managed to scurry up to its shoulder before it realized what was happening.
He brought the knife down into the side of the creatures neck. Its thick skin would normally prevent a knife like this from piercing its hide, but Alexei brought his free hand down in a open palm strike to the base of the handle, sending it digging into the flesh to the hilt. The monster let out a pained grunt and reached up to its shoulder with a hand as big an Alexei himself, but Alexei wasn't on its shoulder anymore. He flipped over the knife, planting his feet on the monsters chest and hanging from the handle, using his full weight to jerk down and gouge an even larger wound.
Still, the wound was already closing up again, stitching back together through some cursed quirk of biology. That was to be expected though. He had, in fact, been counting on it. Letting the flesh grow back just enough to ensnare the knife again, Alexei let go with one hand and pulled the flare gun from the hem of his pants. As the monster readjusted to pull this tiny annoyance off it's chest instead of its shoulder he pushed up, stuck the barrel right into the still open wound, and pulled the trigger.
This got the monsters attention. There was a sound of sizzling pork and a smell like burning swampwood as the flare burned within its flesh. It let out a scream like a bull elephant and began clawing at the wound, desperately ripping out chunks of flesh but only succeeding at driving the flare deeper as though it were a stubborn splinter.
As it wailed and flailed Alexei let himself drop, abandoning the knife and combat rolling out of the way of its stamping feet. Retreating to a safe distance he popped open the gun and let the spent flare drop out of it before reaching into his coat and pulling out another one. It was Yekatarian regulations that all helicopters carry at least 4 emergency flares. This pilot had stocked three. Cheap bastard.
He loaded the weapon with the second flare, gripped it in both hands, and brought it up so he could aim down the barrel. He focussed on it, still flailing, still screaming that eerie scream.
He whislted mockingly at it.
It turned to look at him with that still gaping mouth.
He fired.
It stopped screaming. All that came out of its mouth was a flaccid choking sound and smoke.
The thing was still alive though, weakened but angry as hell, so he quickly loaded his last flare.
Not a problem.
Or at least it wouldn't have been, if he hadn't suddenly been attacked unexpectedly from behind. He turned himself as he flew forward, just in time to see his would be savior get cracked across the skull and go flying. They slammed into the canopy, but even before they slid off and crumpled at Alexei's feet like a broken doll he could already tell. He didn't need to look at the angle of their neck for a moment to know there was no coming back from that.
He averted his eyes from the sight, instead focussing on the towering beasts in front of him. He grit his teeth, and tried to bury what he was feeling. It wouldn't help anyone right now. "Damn you." He said under his breath. "Why do you always have to make everything worse?"
He brought up the gun and knife in a standard CQC grip and the rainbow light began to coracle to life around his hands again when all of a sudden the body started giving off a blinding light. An ability set to activate upon? Alexei leaped away, anticipating some kind of revenge power to ravage the enemy. When the light stopped, however, all that stood there was...a girl? Had they always been a girl? A girl that seemed in good spirits, at that rate. She set out to engage the enemy and Alexei took that moment to fall back to a safe position and wait for his oppertunity.
One came as one of the two monsters the girl was handling all on her own started back to its feet from the flip she'd given it earlier. Alexei darted forward, slipping the flare gun into the hem of his pants as he ram up the monsters back, half climbing up its shaggy mane as the creature drew itself to full height. Up close like this the stench was nearly unbearable, but he managed to scurry up to its shoulder before it realized what was happening.
He brought the knife down into the side of the creatures neck. Its thick skin would normally prevent a knife like this from piercing its hide, but Alexei brought his free hand down in a open palm strike to the base of the handle, sending it digging into the flesh to the hilt. The monster let out a pained grunt and reached up to its shoulder with a hand as big an Alexei himself, but Alexei wasn't on its shoulder anymore. He flipped over the knife, planting his feet on the monsters chest and hanging from the handle, using his full weight to jerk down and gouge an even larger wound.
Still, the wound was already closing up again, stitching back together through some cursed quirk of biology. That was to be expected though. He had, in fact, been counting on it. Letting the flesh grow back just enough to ensnare the knife again, Alexei let go with one hand and pulled the flare gun from the hem of his pants. As the monster readjusted to pull this tiny annoyance off it's chest instead of its shoulder he pushed up, stuck the barrel right into the still open wound, and pulled the trigger.
This got the monsters attention. There was a sound of sizzling pork and a smell like burning swampwood as the flare burned within its flesh. It let out a scream like a bull elephant and began clawing at the wound, desperately ripping out chunks of flesh but only succeeding at driving the flare deeper as though it were a stubborn splinter.
As it wailed and flailed Alexei let himself drop, abandoning the knife and combat rolling out of the way of its stamping feet. Retreating to a safe distance he popped open the gun and let the spent flare drop out of it before reaching into his coat and pulling out another one. It was Yekatarian regulations that all helicopters carry at least 4 emergency flares. This pilot had stocked three. Cheap bastard.
He loaded the weapon with the second flare, gripped it in both hands, and brought it up so he could aim down the barrel. He focussed on it, still flailing, still screaming that eerie scream.
He whislted mockingly at it.
It turned to look at him with that still gaping mouth.
He fired.
It stopped screaming. All that came out of its mouth was a flaccid choking sound and smoke.
The thing was still alive though, weakened but angry as hell, so he quickly loaded his last flare.
"Excellent work, strange creature!" Alexei called out as the rat boy walked away before tending to the pilot. Luckily for him the man was just in a disoriented state of confusion, such that could be cured by a single strong slap to the face. This Alexei provided.
"Calm yourself, comrade. You are unharmed."
"I....he...rat...my helicopter...," the man managed to stutter out. Still obviously in shock. Alexei supplied another vigorous slap.
"Yes, it appears to be unsalvageable. You are fortunate that odd creature was around, otherwise you may have been in even more trouble than you are now."
The man froze in the middle of rubbing his reddened cheek. "Trouble?" He asked, it slowly dawning on him how odd this whole event was.
"Yes, trouble." Alexi continued patiently. "Unless there is some official reason to do so, no one should be flying an aircraft so close to the academy like this. I'm going to have to apprehend you and deliver you to the administration. Depending on your explanation, they might then turn you over to the police."
The pilot looked at Alexei like he was crazy. Then he pushed the boy over and took off In a dead sprint toward the treeline.
Alexei quickly jumped back to his feet, the light in his right hand crackling to life. "Sir, this will not look good for you in my report. I command you to stop! You have till the count of three! One...Two..."
In lieu of a three he just unleashed the wild magic. It exploded forward, aimed right at the mans back, but then swerved and shot past him, vanishing between the trees deep into the forest. The pilot let out a high laugh as he ran into the woods, vanishing between the trees while Alexei just looked down at his hand in disappointment.
It was short lived, however, because a few momenta later came running back onto the school grounds, screaming his head off. Alexei held up a hand for him to halt, but the man just shot past him in blind panic toward the main building.
It was easy to see why, because suddenly out of the woods emerged three ugly, big nosed creatures twice the size of a man. Their ears were big and human like, and they walked upright like people on two large, tree trunk legs. Where they weren't covered in shaggy brown hair their skin was lumpy and grey like stone, and as they emerged from the treeline a stink like bear musk flooded over the area think as a miasma. They stopped as they saw Alexei, and the one in the lead raised a wooden club in his big meaty hand and let out a quaking bellow that reveled it's black, razor sharp teeth.
Alexei sighed. There was no way this wasn't his fault, so he was going to have to take responsibility or it. As the lumbering monsters began to stalk toward him he claimed into the remains of the aircraft. After searching around for a bit he emerged moments later with a flair gun and a survival knife that must have fallen under the seat in the crash.
Weapons in hand, he faced the trolls.
(Effect 8215, 1d20 hungry trolls appear in area.)
"Calm yourself, comrade. You are unharmed."
"I....he...rat...my helicopter...," the man managed to stutter out. Still obviously in shock. Alexei supplied another vigorous slap.
"Yes, it appears to be unsalvageable. You are fortunate that odd creature was around, otherwise you may have been in even more trouble than you are now."
The man froze in the middle of rubbing his reddened cheek. "Trouble?" He asked, it slowly dawning on him how odd this whole event was.
"Yes, trouble." Alexi continued patiently. "Unless there is some official reason to do so, no one should be flying an aircraft so close to the academy like this. I'm going to have to apprehend you and deliver you to the administration. Depending on your explanation, they might then turn you over to the police."
The pilot looked at Alexei like he was crazy. Then he pushed the boy over and took off In a dead sprint toward the treeline.
Alexei quickly jumped back to his feet, the light in his right hand crackling to life. "Sir, this will not look good for you in my report. I command you to stop! You have till the count of three! One...Two..."
In lieu of a three he just unleashed the wild magic. It exploded forward, aimed right at the mans back, but then swerved and shot past him, vanishing between the trees deep into the forest. The pilot let out a high laugh as he ran into the woods, vanishing between the trees while Alexei just looked down at his hand in disappointment.
It was short lived, however, because a few momenta later came running back onto the school grounds, screaming his head off. Alexei held up a hand for him to halt, but the man just shot past him in blind panic toward the main building.
It was easy to see why, because suddenly out of the woods emerged three ugly, big nosed creatures twice the size of a man. Their ears were big and human like, and they walked upright like people on two large, tree trunk legs. Where they weren't covered in shaggy brown hair their skin was lumpy and grey like stone, and as they emerged from the treeline a stink like bear musk flooded over the area think as a miasma. They stopped as they saw Alexei, and the one in the lead raised a wooden club in his big meaty hand and let out a quaking bellow that reveled it's black, razor sharp teeth.
Alexei sighed. There was no way this wasn't his fault, so he was going to have to take responsibility or it. As the lumbering monsters began to stalk toward him he claimed into the remains of the aircraft. After searching around for a bit he emerged moments later with a flair gun and a survival knife that must have fallen under the seat in the crash.
Weapons in hand, he faced the trolls.
(Effect 8215, 1d20 hungry trolls appear in area.)
Nopon are the best. Xenoblade X did it's best to make mW hate them but it was impossible that Riki goodwill was just too strong.
"This is so fun." Bak said as she alternated explosions with Rurik. "I never expected you to come up with game like this. Oh! Oh! Mine!" She shouted, launching a volley of missiles after Aram as he darted out. Unfortunately, she missed. She glanced back at her pack as Rurik took his shot. Had something happened to her targeting too?
Now,though, it was her turn again. She'd used up missiles so she leveled both her guns at Aram, but then he held up a finger. She pointed both her guns up, and cocked her head. Was he calling for a time out?
She watched him wobble over to his hat and put it back on his head. She saw the look in Ruriks eye and held out a hand toward him. "Wait, it is still my turn."
She waited until he dashed off to the side, and grinned. "All right time in! Hehehehe!" Giggling, she charged after him with all barrels fireing.
I don't like the cliche of an ultra abusive experiment program. For example, the old "turn kids into super soldiers but then treat them like crap so they escape and now they're on the run" plot. The kids will get abused, beaten, killed, and generally get treated as though their lives are cheap.
The problem is that their lives can't possible be cheap. Even the most evil corporation or government black site would know these people are the end result of a whole lot of money being spent, money supplied by someone that expects a product to come out the other end. Not to say their wouln't be discipline and restricted freedoms, but most of the time it feels like the creators just treat them badly so the characters have an excuse to hate the antagonist and escape.
The problem is that their lives can't possible be cheap. Even the most evil corporation or government black site would know these people are the end result of a whole lot of money being spent, money supplied by someone that expects a product to come out the other end. Not to say their wouln't be discipline and restricted freedoms, but most of the time it feels like the creators just treat them badly so the characters have an excuse to hate the antagonist and escape.
Linkle
Level 2 - (5/20) EXP
Location: 1-1, Ancient Garden --> Scrapyard, Left Side
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As soon as Din told her what was what Linkle wanted to run off immediately after the offending rabbits, but she could still feel the weight of The Master on her shoulders. She couldn't just run off if he was still out of it.
She did graciously accept crossbow back from Ratchet. "I'm happy you got some use out of it. Well, you know, not happy that you ran into trouble but really glad it helped get you out of it." As she leaned down to slot it into her boot, still supporting The Master with her other hand, the rabbit gun sipped out of where she'd put it in the rim of her shorts and clattered to the ground. She reached down lower to pick it up, wondering what she was going to do with it. It wasn't as though she had a bag or anything to store it in. Heck, she had thrown on her old green cloak then thrown the new fuzzy rabbit one on over it just because otherwise she had no place to carry it. She couldn't just abandon the green one, after all. Not if she was on her quest.
A possible option came up when, Goddesses be praised, the cowboy and the Zer0 showed back up. Just those two, though. She was about to ask what had happened to Death when the cowboy dumped his big new weapon into Ratchets hands. The cat took to it almost instantly, just like the crossbow, spinning the barrel and holding it so naturally that even she could tell he was used to it. She wondered if he could use any old weird thing you put in his hands. Then he ran off with the cowboy, along with Blazermate and Zer0. after the marauding rabbits. "Give them a kick for me!" She called after them.
Michael said something about covering their ears as he took some kind of...was that some kind of long staff...out of his case and put it up to his face. Wait, hold on, was that another-
The earth shattering boom the cracked the air around them all but confirmed that it was, in fact, another gun, and Linkle groaned while bringing up her hand and pressing the side of it up against her ear. She looked out in the direction he'd fired and saw that the hat was now spinning on the ground, the rabbit carrying it just... gone. It was just gone, instantly. She looked at the man in amazement. "That was louder than any bomb I've ever heard. I've thrown bombs the size of horses at monsters and they didn't do that. Seriously, how does that thing not blow up in your hands?" She said with a giddiness slightly tempered by the fact that the next rabbit in line had just scooped up the hat and done on its merry way.
It had been loud enough to wake the pig man, at least, who pulled back his hook and dug into the ground, pulling himself up and shoving Linkle and the Master back a few cautious steps. Bowser, of course, had tried to lay down the law but then had taken off after Kirby like the others and it made Linkle slightly uncomfortable to note that, despite knowing better than anyone that size didn't matter, that there was no one else in the group quite as big as the pig man. Tora didn't seem afraid, though, and took it upon himself to try and clarify the situation to him along with Din. By that time The Master seemed well off enough to walk on his own, and so the rest the of the group followed after the vanguard toward the scrapyard.
It was surprising to see an actual battlefield here. She hadn't expected these things to be fighting one another. It was actually sort of heartening to know that their wasn't just a target painted exclusively on their backs.
The rabbits where the same as they had always been, but they came in a lot more flavors. The metal things, though, that going to be trouble. She'd seen how her arrows did against the turtle shells earlier, she didn't expect to have a much better time against those guys. It would be all bombs, all the time, and they took a bit to charge. On top of that, the metal guys all had guns. Real guns, like Michael's, not the little energy guns the rabbits carried that left big red burns. She thought back to how the rabbit carrying the hat had just disintegrated, and shuttered despite herself. If she'd made the mistake she'd made on the rabbits against those things, what would have happened? No matter what, she bet it would have been painful and short.
That didn't seem to stop the others though. The group that had run off earlier had dived into the fray, weaving between those bullets trying to get to the hat that contained Kirby and the pig man joined them almost as soon as they arrived. Michael and Agoston, though, wanted to talk strategy and the sick girl started down the leftmost path stating she was going to scout ahead on her own. That was a prospect that, given recent events, Linkle was wary of.
She looked back over the battlefield. This was actually sort of familiar. She felt as though she'd seen this somewhere before. Maybe in a daydream? Two army fighting, with their third small force coming in. The guy in the middle, guarding the way to the castle, looked like one of the enemy commanders. Probably the metal people, considering he was in their territory, but then who was leading the rabbits? Where were they? She knew that if you wanted to end a battle you just took out the leader, it was getting to them or stopping them from running that was the hard part. That didn't mean you abandoned you friends, though. If you lost them the battle may as well be over. So what was the right thing to do here?
The group of heroes headed down to save Kirby were probably fine, you could trust people like that to survive especially if they were in a big cluster like that. If you left one alone, though, you'd end up wasting time running across the battlefield to rescue them when they got into trouble. So the answer was obvious.
"Hey, wait up, I'm coming with you." Linkle called out, setting off down the left path before turning around and calling back to the still undecided group. "Master, stay there. I think we lose if you go down. Agoston, Din, cover Michael, someone that can attack the entire battlefield is super annoying so they're going to come after him once they realize he's the one shooting. I'm gonna go down this way to make sure nothing bad happens." With that she turned and sprinted after Minako.
"Sorry if you wanted to be a lone wolf or something," she said as she caught up. "But when I went off on my own, this happened." She pulled open her cloak and ran a finger around the scorched edges of the hole the rabbits weapons had burned in it earlier. "It looked worse before Blazermate patched me up." She continued sheepishly, pulled both bows out of her boots as she walked forward. "And did you see those guys that came back from the canyon? Or what Ratchet and Din ran into? For all we know, the rabbits boss could be down this way."
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