Looking at the demographics here I can't help but picture everyone over 100 years old as survivors from the last time this dungeon got rolled by adventurers.
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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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I am going to succeed at at least one thing or die trying! 
Aha, it turns out he did finds some treasure! Mr. Wonderfull found the door that fell into the water with him and was quickly electrocuted to an especially crispy demise! It was quickly joined by a load of fish, and two whole halfs of a person. What a wonderful find, it thought, as a cloud of red began to obscure his view. He could only assume the samurai had done that to her. He had had a feeling that boy would do well in the game.
If things had really gotten a far as the indiscriminate murder portion of your typical death game, though, than he was at a marked disadvantage. His programming forbid him from either directly helping or hindering other players. As such, he was completely unable to defend himself. The electric current that was pouring out of him and into the water made for a good defense, but he would need to think offensively if he wanted to win. He looked around at the resources at his disposal and got an idea. It was time to do something extremely offensive.
He grabbed up all the pieces he could see floating around him. Breaking apart Dorian, he used the components of the magic door to fashion a new abdomen for the woman that he stuffed with fish to simulate the organs she would need. The he jammed the two halfs of her into the new wooden midsection he had constructed like two fingers in a Chinese finger trap.
He couldn't help living players, but there were no restriction on what he could do with dead ones. Not only that, but the electricity that kept pouring into them should be an excellent recipe for reviving them if that old documentary film Frankenstein his master enjoyed was any indication.
He ran every process he could, pumping out as much electricity as possible in an attempt to bring his fishy, half door zombie warrior BACK TO LIFE, MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
If things had really gotten a far as the indiscriminate murder portion of your typical death game, though, than he was at a marked disadvantage. His programming forbid him from either directly helping or hindering other players. As such, he was completely unable to defend himself. The electric current that was pouring out of him and into the water made for a good defense, but he would need to think offensively if he wanted to win. He looked around at the resources at his disposal and got an idea. It was time to do something extremely offensive.
He grabbed up all the pieces he could see floating around him. Breaking apart Dorian, he used the components of the magic door to fashion a new abdomen for the woman that he stuffed with fish to simulate the organs she would need. The he jammed the two halfs of her into the new wooden midsection he had constructed like two fingers in a Chinese finger trap.
He couldn't help living players, but there were no restriction on what he could do with dead ones. Not only that, but the electricity that kept pouring into them should be an excellent recipe for reviving them if that old documentary film Frankenstein his master enjoyed was any indication.
He ran every process he could, pumping out as much electricity as possible in an attempt to bring his fishy, half door zombie warrior BACK TO LIFE, MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Link & Frog
Word Count: 1273
Level 4 - (18/40) + 3
Level 3 - (1/30) + 3
Location: Limsa Lomiscuttltown ~ The Drowning Wench → Limsa Lomiscuttle Port
Blazermate, after an explanation of what a robot was, quickly left to follow after Ms. Fortune. All that remained was Link, who gladly started tucking into the food the Cadet had left over, and a more confused Frog then ever. Of course that confusion soon gave way to seriousness. At the amphibians request to just listen Link respectfully set down plate of shrimp he had been sucking up, sat back, and gave Frog his undivided attention.
Frog continued on with his tale without hesitation, and his tone sounded melancholy as he told Link the event that lead to his unfortunate transformation "Our liege Queen Leene sent both I and mine closest friend Cyrus to retrieve this blade," he unfastened the sheath from his side, placing Masamune upon the table "Our hopes rested upon mine friend and mentor to have thine blades spirits Masa and Mune to accept their wielder whilst to mine surprise he proved himself to hath a hero's heart much like thyself." he told Link with a sad chuckle.
* * *
He explained the events that transpired following the acquisition of Masamune in brief, describing everything that lead up to the showdown with Magnus. "Magnus slew Cyrus with an unholy wind yet naught before he begged that I protect our liege and escape with mine life," Frog sighed shaking his head slightly "I failed to keep mine promise and failed...Thine form is mine penance paid as a testament to my failure." he couldn't meet his friends gaze as he finally finished telling his story to Link.
Link frowned as he took it all in. "So that's what she meant by a terrible fate." He said. The story had filled him with an odd, nostalgic frustration. A young man, life turned upside down by duty, a magic sword, and the machinations of a dark power. To say he had been there would be the understatement of a lifetime. Through it all, though, there was a detail that jumped to he forefront of his mind.
"Your queen. She yet lives?" Link asked. Frog in answer slumped his shoulders "Prior to thy invasion of light a rumor spread that she twas missing and after years living the life of an exile," he told his friend as an aside. "I decided if I couldst find our beloved queen then I would be forgiven for letting the world believe their hero Cyrus yet still lived...Alas the lights invaded and the queen twas never found." Frog told him with a slight tinge of disappointment in his voice.
"No. Not never." Link stressed. "You mean she hasn't been found yet." He leaned back in his chair, sighing his regret into the air. "Do you want to know how long I made my princess wait for me? One. Hundred. Years. I spent a hundred years asleep while she held down the monster I was meant to slay. When I woke up, I had nothing. No clothes, no weapon, not even any memory of my long dead friends. But I was alive, and so was she. And so long as she was out there, waiting for me, my promise to protect her remained unbroken."
Link leaned forward, putting a hand on the mans shoulder. "I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it. You aren't a failure. I'll bet my life that it was that red in your eyes more than anything that kept you here, in this town, instead of scouring this world for her. Frog nodded solemnly looking to his friend with an indecipherable look "Dost thou really think that?" it was true and deep down the amphibian knew it but kept denying it while blaming himself to no end "Link thou arte a good man," he said appreciatively "And prithee I beseech thou to call me by mine true name, Glenn."
Link smiled. "Gladly, provided you don't go telling everyone that I'm an old man." to which the amphibian Glenn heartily laughed in reply to his friends comment "As I hath learnt when speaking to a lady 'one mustn't ask a woman her age' I believe the latter at least applies to omitting thy own age correct?"
"I'll have to remember that for when we find Princess Zelda." He replied. Glenn nodded sagely in response "Yes tis sound advice however methinks we shouldst stretch our legs," he stood stretching his sore muscles with a sharp exhale "Shall we?" the swordsman asked Link, while picking up his ruined buckler and strapped it to his wrist.
Link did a quick double take, his eyes darting uncomfortable from Glenn to the food and back. "Are you sure you don't want to take anything with you? It's going to be another long day tomorrow. It'd be a shame to face it without a full belly." For a moment he considered those words and then shrugged "Thou bringest up quite a good point," he admitted taking a seat still feeling the weight of his tired arms and legs weighing him down.
"Here." Link said. He picked up his remaining onion rings, piled them onto the side of a piece of expertly fried fish, and pushed the whole over to the knight along with one of the drinks that had been included in the Cadet's order of 'everything.' He grabbed another one at random and held it up to Glenn. "Toooo..." he started, then paused. What did you toast too? As far as he knew he had never done this before. "What do you toast to?" He asked.
Glenn raised the glass he had been given, cocking his head to the side very slightly "To our new friendship and the adventures ahead!" he toasted clinking his glass against Link's.
"Yeah! Friendship and adventure!" Link said, clinking before drinking his entire glass. He took another piece of fried fish, lifted it to his mouth, and downed the entire in a single gulp bones and all looking no worse for the wear because of it. If he wanted to he could have finished off this entire table by himself, but eating with friend wasn't a pleasure he had gotten to indulge in often. The last time had been...Cia, technically speaking. He would gladly take the opportunity to overwrite that memory with a finer one.
Glenn downed his drink, then contentedly set the glass on the table with a light thump of the wood. It had been much too long since he had last shared good food and drink with a friend, as it was the last meal he once took part in with Cyrus. However this new reality gave the troubled swordsman some relief, and while he sat with his companion Glenn took a look around cherishing this fleeting moment of true friendship. It was a memory he would hold tightly as long as he lived till the end of his days.
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The Following Day...
It was early morning and the sunrise lit the wharf reflecting shining rays up on the hulls of boats tied to the dock, seagulls cried in the air breaking the silence of the fleeting tranquility that would be cut short by the dockyard workers that would be arriving shortly to ready the ships for deployment. Today would be another challenge to face.
Glenn had stayed with Link until the heavy weight of exhaustion set in, with full stomach the amphibian settled into the room the Princess had booked for everyone.
Why isn't there a fear button I can push?
Mr. Wonderfull lay on his back in the water, staring up as he felt the water rush in and ensodden his already faulty wiring. He wondered vaguely if any of his fellow layers would end up electrocuted were they to enter the water now? Well, that was a surprise best left for them to discover.
He sat up and observed his surroundings so long as he was down here. Perhaps there was some trick or secrets to this watery hole that the woman had been to busy being rescued to discover.
I search the watering hole for traps or treasure.
He sat up and observed his surroundings so long as he was down here. Perhaps there was some trick or secrets to this watery hole that the woman had been to busy being rescued to discover.
I search the watering hole for traps or treasure.
"No traps! That I kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-know of!" Mr. Wonderfull announced suddenly to the people of the room. At the very least that woman hadn't triggered any when she had left, and just to add credence to his assessment the door also ripped itself from the hinges and trundled down the hallway after her. "Step lively everyone. No need to t-t-t-tarry. Let the ga-games begin!"
Saying such he tromped down the hallway with a series of heavy, echoing footfalls until he came to the cavernous area on the other side just in time to see the woman plunge into the water. Perhaps she had figured something out, or was being devoured by a Loch Ness Monster. No, no, he did not detect any blood rising to the top of the water. What a disappointment.
He walked to the edge in his stiff, overly clockwork way, and saw her under the water there. Interestingly enough she didn't appear to be having any trouble breathing. "Unfortunately, my programming forbids me from rendering direct ass-ass-assistance in times of emergency." Slowly, with a mechanical whirr, his head turned to the door that had walked into the room.
He quickly grabbed the door and attempted to scoop the woman out of the water like you would a goldfish in that wonderful carnival game where you catch goldfish.
Saying such he tromped down the hallway with a series of heavy, echoing footfalls until he came to the cavernous area on the other side just in time to see the woman plunge into the water. Perhaps she had figured something out, or was being devoured by a Loch Ness Monster. No, no, he did not detect any blood rising to the top of the water. What a disappointment.
He walked to the edge in his stiff, overly clockwork way, and saw her under the water there. Interestingly enough she didn't appear to be having any trouble breathing. "Unfortunately, my programming forbids me from rendering direct ass-ass-assistance in times of emergency." Slowly, with a mechanical whirr, his head turned to the door that had walked into the room.
He quickly grabbed the door and attempted to scoop the woman out of the water like you would a goldfish in that wonderful carnival game where you catch goldfish.
Fixed. I wasn't kool-aid manning my way through the door, I'm just following after and making sure there isn't a swinging blade or a poison staircase about to be deployed.
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