Gentlemanvaultboy

Who Do You Write Like?

I got Agatha Christe for the most shonen battle thing I've ever written.

World of Light

Linkle

Level 5 - (36/50) + 2

Location: The Darkest Steppe ~ Yog-Sothoth's Jurassic Fight Club Part 3: The Return
Word Count: 957

@Lugubrious

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Linkle grinned weirdly as she duck back under the swing of one of the husk farmers looking to take her head off. It was because one of the staloopas was clinging to the things back, slamming its skull over and over into the back of the things head. All around her things like that were happening. It was weirdly comforting to have these things around beating on her enemies. She'd thought the fight earlier today had been nostalgic, but a allied army was really the missing element needed to make a fight like a sick parody of what she was used to.

Then again, she didn't have to feel bad when the staloopas died because they just put themselves back together!

The oddness of that though gave her pause for a moment, and almost got her hit by a hand full of stone seeds the farmhand pulled from his overalls and threw her way. She slid back this time, narrowly avoiding them as they hit the ground with a series of popcorn like pops, realising color and a vile yellow gas that disaster quickly. Another Farmhand came up beside her and swung at her head but she jerked back and avoided that one too, her bow tip flaring red as she delivered a point blank explosion that scattered the farmer into a million pieces. A second bomb blue up the crystal already forming as more farmhands advanced and made her move again.

It was weird how naturally her body moved when these things came at her. A battle in the middle of a large group like this was like a perilous dance where you'd have to trip and hurt yourself a few times before you learned all the steps. This dance, though, felt familiar. Something in the rhythm of their movements, the timing of their advances, and the ordering of their attacks, made her feel like she had already learned this dance. The music was different but the steps were largely the same.

It suddenly hit her like a hoe to the side of the head as one moved forward from behind another and swung, nicking the side of her head and leaving a cut across her temple. "What do you guy have to do with the fish people?" She said, more bewildered that in pain from the strike.

Her line of though was broken as Tora and Poppi exploded back onto the scene, slamming into husks with gusto. Her immediate thought, slipping in right in front of relief that they were okay, was offence at them intruding on her perfect nightmare. They might get hurt by these things and if she was being perfectly honest Linkle did. Not. Think. She. Could. Deal. With. That. Right. Now. Not in this swirling green, not while fighting these fish husks, and not while looking at their weird floating friends.

Because they'd killed enough of them to draw out the commanders now, and so the tempo got faster. The ones with the whips drove the farmers forward, one of them even powering through a barrage of bolts to slam her in the stomach with a forward thrust. She gritted her teeth, spinning around and sending the the thing clattering to the ground with a heel to the side of the head. At that moment a whip came flying over the farmers shoulder, flexible as rope and yet hard as stone, cutting through the undersuit and skin underneath to leave a deep bleeding gash going up her leg. She faltered, stepping back from the thing and firing off a pain of bombs at it. When the dust cleared, though, it was cracked but standing. Commanders were made of tougher stuff.

Worse than them were the scarecrows, whose wordless visages alone tugged harder at the already fraying edges of her psyche. It was made all the more terrible when she heard the Thing arc with lightning again and felt the bolt shoot right up into her mind and push her to the edge. She stood now on the brink, ready to fall. Whether she broke or bounced was up to fate.

Luckily for everyone, the greatest source of the insanity surrounding them screamed and fell. The disgusting color exploded out of the Things, seemingly escaping into the sky as it fell and sapping the will from the husks that surrounded them. She let out a loud, shaky laugh at the sight of it and the unfamiliar stars that now shone like diamonds in the sky. Goddesses, she had never though coming into this that she would be relieved to see those again.

Then she heard a soft plop and looked over to see Tora, flopped over, cradled in the arms of his Blade. An obvious target for even the demoralized husks. It was obvious where their attention was turning.

Linkle ignored the pain in her bad leg, sliding under another whip as it cut through the air aiming at her neck to make it to the pairs side. She looked around as the husks advanced, now that the three that had been fighting them were all grouped up. She waited for them to float and lumber forward.

"I told you I would pay you back." She said, feeling the power well up in her. She stared up at the floating, scarecrow like husks. "And I told you to stop making me feel things!" For the third time since coming to this world Linkle went off like a bomb, covering the area around her with a circle of arrows and a dome of firey force to put down any of the husk that were left that would dare try to hurt her friends.

Royal Rumble!

@Hammerman

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Katherine couldn't help but smile at his enthusiastic Christine was for this party. It was an infections sort of excitement, one that dug into her and helped banish whatever resistance was left. Honestly, if both of them were in agreement it must be the right move. "I couldn't agree more."

She picked up the invitation and brought it up to cover her eyes. "As for what we should wear, I guess that all depend on what sort of mask you're comfortable with." She was sure that whatever it was Christine decided to wear it would turn heads. Katherine was having trouble with that issue herself. Something eye catching, yeah, but...more modest. Then again, considering the Mephistos were invited maybe she should have something she could fight in without destroying.

"In that case I suggest deferring to your sisters fashion sense."

Thinking about that made her cheeks flush. Yeah, no.

"You want to do a swap?" She asked. "You be some tropical volcano goddess, I'll be Jill Frost?"

Hmmm, why had her mind immediately gone to a certain song? This wasn't even the right season.

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Naseraph Sana

"Then we have a compact!" Nas said as the girl agree to his proposal before falling into his arms. He helped to hold her steady as gently as he possibly could before turning to Ria. "Ha!"

"Bullshit." Ria said, incredulous that the girl had just agreed like that. She'd convinced Nas to try this for a laugh, she'd hadn't expected it to actually work. Ria walked over and placed her hand on Andrea's forehead, just to make sure she wasn't running a fever or anything as she started asking if anyone else had felt the earth move. "Nah, I think gravity felt the same for the rest of us right now. You feeling all right? You said something about seeing the Root? What's up with that?"

There were three things this could be: A act out, a delusion, or that thing in her eye was actually talking to her. Ria didn't like any of those things. Andras, for all he weird nerd faults, was potentially one of the best resources King had at his disposal. Her health was basically paramount. Anything happening to her was un-ac-fucking-ceptable.

It was then Melanie decided to appear, inquiring about the party. At the mention of her pet name for him Has visibly flinched. "A festival of this calibre will have many refreshments. As much as you can carry. I remember that the elders would squeeze the necter from the peaches that grew on top of the mountain, and all the adults would sup as one on it for many days."

At least, that's what he had heard. He'd been banned from those festivities due to an unfortunate incident and had been entrusted with the care of his brother on those nights forever more.

@AtomicNut@Crowvette@rawkhawk64@Scarifar

Red Skies it's all a Game

"Doing quests. Cooking food. I wrote a walkthrough of Rhea."

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate [Currently Accepting!]

Matthew nodded and ran around the side, throwing opened the door and hopping into the passenger seat.

Oh, that poor engine. Good lord, it sounded like the moan of an animal you were going to have to take around back and shoot. He was surprised the thing could move.

"It's nice to meet you Mira. I'm Matthew." He said shakily. Stupid. She obviously already knew who he was. "And, uh, yeah. I'd say driving is about the only thing I'm good for these days." The thirty minutes or less pizza delivery guarantee may have been discontinued years ago due to all the accidents, but as soon as he'd heard about it he'd taken it as a personal challenge.

Man, he wished he could have given his boss three weeks notice. Mr. Louis was going to pissed off come morning.

He glanced out the window at the distant fires, cringing at every flashing light they managed to avoid. He turned back to her and tried to shake the nerves out of his voice. "Last time this happened I was able to slip the net practically in my sleep. So, if nothing else, you're carpooling with a very lucky man."

Hivemind

I agree with that. I couldn't think of an approach that had a chance of victory. If anything I'd like to avoid kicking the wasps neat here if at all possible, considering their size and numbers. But if we could isolate their queen then they would be at our mercy.

Wait. The underground tunnel is a good idea, but even then we would have to climb the tree to launch any sort of attack. We'd be left exposed enough doing that that there's no way our surprise would last and we'd be stuck fighting an aerial foe while clinging to the side of the tree. But what if we could completely negate their ability to fly?

What if we attack while it's raining?

We've seen the rain, it's almost suicide to be caught out in it. Especially flying. No one would expect to be attacked during that. Those waterproof shelters I proposed? We could rework that idea into something we could carry with us up the side of the tree to protect us from the rain and use the sound to mask the noise our approch. I'm picturing a squad of soldiers and workers. The soldiers to take on any of the wasps that try climbing out to fight us, but the workers are more important here. Once we're up the tree we have them start sealing off exits from their hive with the sticky fluid they have. Funnal the wasps to, ideally, a single exit where we can pick them off. Hell, maybe seal them in entirely and cart the whole thing to the river.

World of Light

Linkle

Level 5 - (35/50) + 1

Location: The Darkest Steppe ~ Yog-Sothoth's Jurassic Fight Club Part 2: Welcome to the Emerald Nightmare
Word Count: 472

@Lugubrious@DracoLunaris

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Linkle diligently went about destroying the crystalline abberations before they could explode or whatever it is they did, only stopping briefly to flop down on her back and use her legs to send the had kid flying through the air toward the thing.

It wasn't a hard job. They were just like big stones, you just had to blow them up. Simple. She'd just finished them off when that thing shot her in the back, pumping mortal terror through her brain that was getting harder and harder to shake off. It didn't help that when she looked back it was just in time to see Junior and Poppi knocked around.

Tora screamed, which was a worse sound than the clang Poppi made when she got hit, and ran up the hill toward where she'd disappeared. That's when things went weird.

She liked green. Green was a heroic color. It represented courage. She'd always found it very inspiring. It was her favorite color.

This wasn't her green. This sickly, swirling, disgusting color was anything but and it was everywhere. She was so distracted by the sudden change in scenery she didn't notice a group of the husk farmers converging on her, farm implements raised menacingly.

Luckily for Linkle Grandpa Koopa chanted a magic spell and all around her the dead rose from their graves, throwing themselves against the stony skin of the husks and distracting them from their target. She saw the...stalphos? Koopas? Staloopas! She saw the Staloopas trying their very hardest, but they just didn't have the strength to bring the farmhands down. The hillside turned into a stalemate, a perpetual battle between the dead and those that should be dead, while the thing screeched in the background and the distorted green swirled in the sky.

Hold on, was this actually a nightmare?

The thing that broke through the stalemate certainly was the stuff of nightmares. Brushed, bloody, and utterly enraged, Bowser charged through the fighting and past Linkle to take out his anger on the thing.

She looked down at the husk farmers he's smashed, already putting themselves back together as more crystals. She decided to preempt them this time, firing bombs at the area and breaking them before they were fully formed. Then, considering how little her arrows had been doing to the monster again, thought she'd be better served mopping up these guys before they realized the staloopas just put themselves back together whenever they went down and went after anybody that was actually hurt.

So she threw herself into the middle of the undead battle, the tips of her bows shining red as she swung her arms. Bombs flew all around her, exploding on husks but leaving the Staloopas miraculous unharmed and able to do other things.

She could feel power building in her with each hit the husks took.

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate [Currently Accepting!]

Matthew slid to a stop, his forward momentum nearly carrying him ass over teakettle across the fresh snow. He spun his arms to keep his balance before resting his back on the wall of the alley.

"Uh...yeah. Yeah." He said, eyeing the strange woman and her real ass gun with a mixture of hope and apprehension. He pulled his bag in front of him, unzipped it, and ruffled around in there. Painkillers, underwear, wallet, alarm clock (how had that gotten in there?), there!

He pulled out his phone, turning it on and facing it toward the woman to show her the text he'd gotten. "So you, uh, you the one that can help?"

He wasn't even going to bother asking if she was a cop. If she was he was already screwed, and judging by the dampened sounds of the chaos now sweeping the city they didn't have time for him to be asking stupid questions.

Red Skies it's all a Game

Rapid depopulation of the Zone has summoned the defender of nature. Beware players, for The Wilderman has spawned.

My Hider

Red Skies it's all a Game

"Oh." Maisy said. It seemed like she had been in a real hurry, seeing as she'd run Maisy over. "I can't believe you haven't run out of missions to do here yet. That's why I came back, I...think I finished Rhea. So I was thinking I could come back here and see what was happening in a place that had real people. You know, so I could see if anything had changed. Maybe...you know...see if anybody has made any headway to getting us out yet..."