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Level 5 - (52/50) + 1
Location: The Bottomless Sea
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Link cocked an eyebrow as the pair of sleeping minions were roused from their drunken slumber and started babbling in an language entirely unknown. "That's new." He said, relaxing as it didn't seem like either of them wanted to go for their weapons. He had just taken it for granted that the two of them would be understandable if they were willing to talk.
The mystery was discarded as a loud whoop cut its way through the rain, drawing their attention back towards the sea lab and the elevator therein. Thinking that the building had finally noticed their intrusion, he stumbled in to catch his first look of the lord of the laboratory and his frightful creations. At the very least the grotesque, bulbous people didn't seem outwardly hostile. If anything they were a bit vacant as they filtered past the seekers toward the doors.
The end of their journey soon appeared, rising out of the sea just off the platform. A monstrous boat the size of the island, a gaping maw hungry for its guests. The man in the green armor confirmed as such. So that was The Maw. Just like that, they were placed at the crossroads.
First, though, there was the matter of Shippy and the Abyssals. Sakura offered the suggestion the Junior could just warp them away, which Junior informed them would be a one way trip. "Even if its one way, I think you should send Shippy home at least. I don't like the idea of leaving her at the mercy of a man willing to feed...something like that." He said, giving a sour look toward The Maw. "Just give me time to go and get all the supplies out of the hold if we do."
Even if he disliked the thing itself, though, he still found himself agreeing with Bowser's plan again. "I say we take take on The Maw. We know hardly anything about either of our options, but there are three things pointing me in that direction. The first is that that monster out there defiantly feels like the greater of two evils and I would really like to put an end to it. The second is if we take The Maw then we're free to go wherever we like. And last, the woman in the black coat must of known about this lab if she knew about the Dead Sea and she still suggested the Maw. If she wants us to succeed, then that means The Maw is likely a safer path than traversing this underwater labyrinth."
He would ultimately bend to party consensus, but he had been of the mind to take the Maw since he had first learned of the option and nothing he had seen today had changed his mind.
Should have invested some cash into Urban Combat Model Racoon-1.
Luna launched herself into the air, water enveloping the paddle of Walrus Whisker as she rose off the sand and swept it in an upward arc through the air. There was power in the blow. Passion. She knew that must be a part of it. A strength that carried you up he river, over waterfalls, to a place of safety.
There was something missing, though, as she landed back in the sand. She tucked the oar into the crook of her arm and closed her eyes, thinking. There was more to this fish, an aspect that continued to elude her. So long as she wasn't able to see that she would never be able to capture a salmons shape.
She was so deep in though she hardly noticed the increased breeze until she heard her new roommates voice calling over to her.
“Elder martial sister. Your salmon keeps getting better. I look forward to seeing you use it in battle!”
She opened her eyes to see Gou in the middle of his own training regiment, wind swirling around him to pile makeshift dunes. "I don't think it's going to make its debut for a little while." Luna replied. "There's something about this fish that it feels like I'm not getting." Maybe that was the reason Guru had sent her out to the salmon run. There was something intrinsic about the fish that he wanted her to understand.
Nevertheless a little encouragement went a long way toward convincing her to keep going for a while longer. Knocking off too early in front of someone that called her something like "elder martial sister" just didn't feel right. She was gonna at least keep at it as long as he was.
As both of them finished up practicing their particular element for the day and Gou swept up the damage he had caused to the beach he brought up something she had said in passing a couple of night ago about recording their next battle. She had walked over to a beach chair she had laid out for her bag to pull out a fluffy blue towel to dry herself off with, and as he said she instantly grinned and dived back into the bag to pull out her phone. "It's probably not as good as the camera's that were on the big guy yesterday," she said, fiddling with the touch screen as she walked up and showed him. The phone had not come away from its bump on the road totally intact and now had one long crack running down the screen but behind that you could see the sand of the beach as the phone recorded it. "With one of these, anyone can record anything so long as they point it in the right direction." She brought it up, pointing it out over the ocean. "Next time we fight a monster we can just set this up somewhere. Fun, right?"
There was a sudden commotion from down the beach, a yell breaking apart the peace, that she turned the phone to record. A couple of teenagers, probably kids just looking to have fun, were sprinting down the beach as fast as they could. It wasn't that weird, usually one or two people a day wandered this far down, but they were in obvious distress and the lead guy had a strange brown residue around his mouth.
It wasn't hard to spot what was causing them to panic. They were being chased down the beach by...by...Muffins? Two muffins, wielding giant candy canes. "Keep going kids. We've got this." She told the boys as the sprinted past. The muffin men, seeing two people much more confident than their pervious victims, skidded to a stop before the two of them and eyed them cautiously. "Kind of far from Candyland, aren't you boys? Nice of them to send two this time." Luna said, moving closer to get a more detailed shot. This triggered one of the muffin men, who swung his cane around to try and brain her. Luna jumped back, just out of range of the attack. "Actually, this is perfect." She said, turning to film Gou. "You're up, little bro. Show the world what you can do. If you think you need help just yell, baked goods are notoriously weak against water."
There was something missing, though, as she landed back in the sand. She tucked the oar into the crook of her arm and closed her eyes, thinking. There was more to this fish, an aspect that continued to elude her. So long as she wasn't able to see that she would never be able to capture a salmons shape.
She was so deep in though she hardly noticed the increased breeze until she heard her new roommates voice calling over to her.
“Elder martial sister. Your salmon keeps getting better. I look forward to seeing you use it in battle!”
She opened her eyes to see Gou in the middle of his own training regiment, wind swirling around him to pile makeshift dunes. "I don't think it's going to make its debut for a little while." Luna replied. "There's something about this fish that it feels like I'm not getting." Maybe that was the reason Guru had sent her out to the salmon run. There was something intrinsic about the fish that he wanted her to understand.
Nevertheless a little encouragement went a long way toward convincing her to keep going for a while longer. Knocking off too early in front of someone that called her something like "elder martial sister" just didn't feel right. She was gonna at least keep at it as long as he was.
As both of them finished up practicing their particular element for the day and Gou swept up the damage he had caused to the beach he brought up something she had said in passing a couple of night ago about recording their next battle. She had walked over to a beach chair she had laid out for her bag to pull out a fluffy blue towel to dry herself off with, and as he said she instantly grinned and dived back into the bag to pull out her phone. "It's probably not as good as the camera's that were on the big guy yesterday," she said, fiddling with the touch screen as she walked up and showed him. The phone had not come away from its bump on the road totally intact and now had one long crack running down the screen but behind that you could see the sand of the beach as the phone recorded it. "With one of these, anyone can record anything so long as they point it in the right direction." She brought it up, pointing it out over the ocean. "Next time we fight a monster we can just set this up somewhere. Fun, right?"
There was a sudden commotion from down the beach, a yell breaking apart the peace, that she turned the phone to record. A couple of teenagers, probably kids just looking to have fun, were sprinting down the beach as fast as they could. It wasn't that weird, usually one or two people a day wandered this far down, but they were in obvious distress and the lead guy had a strange brown residue around his mouth.
It wasn't hard to spot what was causing them to panic. They were being chased down the beach by...by...Muffins? Two muffins, wielding giant candy canes. "Keep going kids. We've got this." She told the boys as the sprinted past. The muffin men, seeing two people much more confident than their pervious victims, skidded to a stop before the two of them and eyed them cautiously. "Kind of far from Candyland, aren't you boys? Nice of them to send two this time." Luna said, moving closer to get a more detailed shot. This triggered one of the muffin men, who swung his cane around to try and brain her. Luna jumped back, just out of range of the attack. "Actually, this is perfect." She said, turning to film Gou. "You're up, little bro. Show the world what you can do. If you think you need help just yell, baked goods are notoriously weak against water."
Noted!
And this depends on Luna's reply, but we could potentially get a fight vlog going lol
I'm surprised I didn't have her already doing that. It's a very Luna idea.
Speaking of fighting, @IceHeart can I assume the muffin men are free to use? I was thinking of having some burst onto the scene.
Luna took the moth pendant and turned it over in her hands as Yuri gave the people another show, fluttering away into the morning light as a swarm of moths. Was he expecting more monsters to pop up or what? Shrugging, she slipped the pendant around her neck for safekeeping and tilted her head at Gou. "Whelp, he has somewhere to be. What about you, you gonna turn into a pack of wolves and head off somewhere?"
It only took a little bit to establish that Gou, in fact, did not have anywhere pressing to be. In fact, he hadn't even arranged for a place to stay yet. She supposed she could recommend him a hotel or something, but...
"Nope, can't be having with that." She said, shaking her head. "You showed up in my town to protect it from aliens. What kind of daughter of Coral City would I be if I just pointed you as some cheap hotel? Nah, I'll put you up. It's safer, cheaper, and a great view. Hop in!" She straddled her scooter again and tapped the sidecar insistently with her palm.
They road down the ever filling highway for a while, sloping gently downward as the got closer and closer to the beach. Luna took a little unpaved sideroad, almost unnoticeable unless you were looking for it, that snaked its way through a grove of palm trees. Just as the sound of ocean waves began to hit their ears, she found it.
Casa de la Luna was a modest, unremarkable wooden building. Kind of shabby, really. The walls needed a fresh coat of white paint to cure their peeling, enough of the roof tiles had cracked to be noticeable, and the place where she parked her scooter was little more than an overhang to keep the rain off of it. A hammock swung between two of the nearby trees, and around the back of the property a few wooden training dummies had been set up and had mean looking faces scrawled on their wooden heads.
As she stepped up to her door, bag over her shoulder, she turned the nob and frowned a little as it made a jamming noise. "Ahhh, Guru." She said, opening her bag and rummaging about for the key. Unlocking the door and opening it, a small post card fluttered down from where it had been wedged in the door. She picked it up and read it. "He took off for Hawaii while I was gone. At least he locked my door this time."
As she stepped in she put her oar in an umbrella stand beside the door that was otherwise full of finely crafted fishing spears. The living room was dominated by a big blue couch that took up two entire walls. A tv sat against the other wall, and around it were various framed photos of Luna with many other people. Men, women, young and old, obviously from many different countries based on their dress and the eclectic backgrounds of the photos. To a one, they all held themselves like someone that could handle themselves in a fight. She walked over to the middle of the room and, with her foot, shoved a wooden coffee table laden with National Geographic's into the corner before turning and lifting up the cushion of the couch to show him the handle underneath. "This is your bed, pull it out when your ready to go to sleep. I'll get you some fresh sheets, all right. In the meantime make yourself at home."
Luna walked off down the hall, tapping a door in the hallway with her knuckle on her way. "This is the bathroom, btw." She said, before turning and walking through a bead curtain into another room. If one looked around they would see that the bathroom door was, in fact, the only interior door. The living room and the kitchen were separated only by a metal strip in the floor where the carpet ended and tile began. The other two rooms down the hallway only had curtains of brown and blue beads the draped down like the stingers of a jellyfish.
After some rummaging sound she retuned with a pillow and big blue and black Wave Body brand comforter she set on the side of the couch. Then she flopped down next to it, leaned her head back, and breathed in the familiar air. There was no place like home.
Luna had ordered pizza that first night, seeing as the only things left in her refrigerator were a couple of frozen juice pops and a bunch of drinks called Alova, which were made by mixing Aloe Vera and various fruit juices. Guru was a practicing breatharian, or at least he claimed to be, but she was beginning to find that claim very suspicious.
After a few trips down to the ocean, though, she had restocked her stores of fresh fish. That was the thing about her little house, if you walked just a little ways toward the sound of waves the dirt very quickly turned to sand and you emerged from the underbrush onto one of the less popular, more out of the way stretched of Coral City's famed beaches. Luna relaxed here, did some of her daily training here, and sometimes just wandered down into the surf with a spear on her back and swam out until she found that nights dinner.
Her focus for the week was spilt two ways. The first was practice, trying to find the correct form for her Salmon technique. Every day she took some time to go out back and swing the old Oar around, picturing the Salmon. It's movements, it's form, what it had to have felt like swimming upstream. She tried to be the salmon, shape the water into the essence of the salmon. It was slow going. It was hard getting into the headspace of something with that kind of single minded drive. The other was getting Gou acclimatized and showing him around if he wanted to. She was used to seeing new places herself, so the opportunity to play guide for somebody else was excruciatingly exciting to her.
The only marring bit of the week, to her anyway, is that when she tried to watch tv a lot of her shows were getting preempted by footage of civil unrest around the world on account of the aliens. They really seemed to be throwing people into a tizzy, to the point where the news was seriously threatening to harsh her vibe. "We should film a monster fight if we get the chance." She mused one night. "People wouldn't be freaking out like this if they saw how we'd handled it."
It only took a little bit to establish that Gou, in fact, did not have anywhere pressing to be. In fact, he hadn't even arranged for a place to stay yet. She supposed she could recommend him a hotel or something, but...
"Nope, can't be having with that." She said, shaking her head. "You showed up in my town to protect it from aliens. What kind of daughter of Coral City would I be if I just pointed you as some cheap hotel? Nah, I'll put you up. It's safer, cheaper, and a great view. Hop in!" She straddled her scooter again and tapped the sidecar insistently with her palm.
They road down the ever filling highway for a while, sloping gently downward as the got closer and closer to the beach. Luna took a little unpaved sideroad, almost unnoticeable unless you were looking for it, that snaked its way through a grove of palm trees. Just as the sound of ocean waves began to hit their ears, she found it.
Casa de la Luna was a modest, unremarkable wooden building. Kind of shabby, really. The walls needed a fresh coat of white paint to cure their peeling, enough of the roof tiles had cracked to be noticeable, and the place where she parked her scooter was little more than an overhang to keep the rain off of it. A hammock swung between two of the nearby trees, and around the back of the property a few wooden training dummies had been set up and had mean looking faces scrawled on their wooden heads.
As she stepped up to her door, bag over her shoulder, she turned the nob and frowned a little as it made a jamming noise. "Ahhh, Guru." She said, opening her bag and rummaging about for the key. Unlocking the door and opening it, a small post card fluttered down from where it had been wedged in the door. She picked it up and read it. "He took off for Hawaii while I was gone. At least he locked my door this time."
As she stepped in she put her oar in an umbrella stand beside the door that was otherwise full of finely crafted fishing spears. The living room was dominated by a big blue couch that took up two entire walls. A tv sat against the other wall, and around it were various framed photos of Luna with many other people. Men, women, young and old, obviously from many different countries based on their dress and the eclectic backgrounds of the photos. To a one, they all held themselves like someone that could handle themselves in a fight. She walked over to the middle of the room and, with her foot, shoved a wooden coffee table laden with National Geographic's into the corner before turning and lifting up the cushion of the couch to show him the handle underneath. "This is your bed, pull it out when your ready to go to sleep. I'll get you some fresh sheets, all right. In the meantime make yourself at home."
Luna walked off down the hall, tapping a door in the hallway with her knuckle on her way. "This is the bathroom, btw." She said, before turning and walking through a bead curtain into another room. If one looked around they would see that the bathroom door was, in fact, the only interior door. The living room and the kitchen were separated only by a metal strip in the floor where the carpet ended and tile began. The other two rooms down the hallway only had curtains of brown and blue beads the draped down like the stingers of a jellyfish.
After some rummaging sound she retuned with a pillow and big blue and black Wave Body brand comforter she set on the side of the couch. Then she flopped down next to it, leaned her head back, and breathed in the familiar air. There was no place like home.
One Week Later
Luna had ordered pizza that first night, seeing as the only things left in her refrigerator were a couple of frozen juice pops and a bunch of drinks called Alova, which were made by mixing Aloe Vera and various fruit juices. Guru was a practicing breatharian, or at least he claimed to be, but she was beginning to find that claim very suspicious.
After a few trips down to the ocean, though, she had restocked her stores of fresh fish. That was the thing about her little house, if you walked just a little ways toward the sound of waves the dirt very quickly turned to sand and you emerged from the underbrush onto one of the less popular, more out of the way stretched of Coral City's famed beaches. Luna relaxed here, did some of her daily training here, and sometimes just wandered down into the surf with a spear on her back and swam out until she found that nights dinner.
Her focus for the week was spilt two ways. The first was practice, trying to find the correct form for her Salmon technique. Every day she took some time to go out back and swing the old Oar around, picturing the Salmon. It's movements, it's form, what it had to have felt like swimming upstream. She tried to be the salmon, shape the water into the essence of the salmon. It was slow going. It was hard getting into the headspace of something with that kind of single minded drive. The other was getting Gou acclimatized and showing him around if he wanted to. She was used to seeing new places herself, so the opportunity to play guide for somebody else was excruciatingly exciting to her.
The only marring bit of the week, to her anyway, is that when she tried to watch tv a lot of her shows were getting preempted by footage of civil unrest around the world on account of the aliens. They really seemed to be throwing people into a tizzy, to the point where the news was seriously threatening to harsh her vibe. "We should film a monster fight if we get the chance." She mused one night. "People wouldn't be freaking out like this if they saw how we'd handled it."
Link
Word Count: 1102
Level 5 - (50/50) + 2
Location: The Bottomless Sea
"I feel like we're all talking about different things using the same word." Link said as Sakura told him about her wild man friend. He glanced over at Bella and felt a pang of guilt over the effect his and the Cadets words had on her. Peach and Ms. Fortune managed to sooth the girl's heart, and that was because Peach was ultimately right: if you weren't a monster after you were freed from Galeem's influence you definitely hadn't been before. He didn't know the whole story behind her and Rika, but he couldn't help but compare the two to the Guardians. Maybe they had been empty vessels, filled with a darker purpose by some unknown Malice. "Sorry, Bella. If you're able to cry like that now you weren't a monster at any point. They're a lot simpler than that. It's like Cadet said, they're more instinct based."
Even Cadet's definition, however, seemed to differentiate from Link's. The way he seemed to consider the little animal that had joined him at his side to be a "monster" proved that. He pointed at it. "That can't be a monster, for example. Because a monster's first instinct would be to eat your leg." Geralt's definition was even stranger to him, because it seemed like in his world there were people that could talk and be reasoned with that somehow counted as a monster. It seemed like some people even considered him to be a monster, which he wasn't sure how to process. Sure, Bowser would be an easy mistake to make before he opened his mouth and told you to knock it off but what about Geralt was particularly monstrous?
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill your friend.” He reassured Sakura’s pouty face. “There’s more to it than just looking scary. It’s an…” He struggled to find a correct way to say this, but the most appropriate way he found was also distressingly understated. “It’s an attitude problem.”
As they arrived at the base of the light they had been following they found what looked like an enormous building. What this thing had been built on he had no idea. It wasn’t floating in the water, because it wasn’t moving with the roughness of the sea. He wondered if the complex incorporated the same kid of technology that let the Atomos hang in the air without wings or a propeller. Regardless, he understood technology that was way beyond his understanding when he saw it.
Ms. Fortune was first off the ship, and as he watched her creep along the ground without making a sound above the pitter-patter of rain he couldn't help but smile. Stealthy approaches were always appreciated by him, especially now. He waited for her to give the all clear, and while he did there was some business to take care of. If they were going to be exploring an unknown, quite possible enemy infested, structure he was going to need his legs back. He approached Peach, and after a few moments and a flash of golden light he was back to his old self with the spirit of the abyssal in hand. He stowed it, hoping that it would last long enough that he could fuse again if he suddenly needed to. He couldn't help but feel a little sad at the parting, and wished he had an opportunity to swim like the creatures did without them trying to kill him. While he was managing his inventory he was disappointed to find that the helmet and the other gauntlet had vanished from his collection, no doubt because he had given up the spirit. That meant he had to find another unusual weapon to dazzle the blacksmith sisters with.
Maybe this new gauntlet. He lifted it from the pile of loot he’d gathered earlier, the thing feeling much heavier than his old gauntlets. He could still swing it if he had to, but there was no way he could still throw punches like he could in the battle earlier today. The dark iron armor was also heavy, but no heavier than he had felt before. He glanced over at Geralt, big target Geralt with the big hole in his armor that screamed “stab me here.” Before they disembarked he slapped both armor plates onto the dark iron armor for extra protection and approached the witcher and offered both the armor and cestus. “Hey Geralt. These seem more your size than mine. You want?”
Regardless of how the man answered Link collected the broken sword, lamented the fact that his plane had never returned from its mission, documented his entire stock of weapons, switched out to his normal trousers, and hopped off the ship to follow Princess Peach.
On the way inside he saw the pair in the tent that Ms. Fortune had described as “drunk as skunks.” One looked human, but the other appeared to be some kind of hideous tentacled skull. Both were sleeping very deeply, though, if they could ignore Ms. Fortunes shouts so he didn’t see any reason to take care of them just yet.
They continued on inside, out of the rain and down the stairs right to the edges of a deep hole in the ground. Link whistled as he stepped right to the edge and stared down into the abyss. What on earth could be down there? Not more water, it turned out. Peach got everyone's attention by fiddling with so console, displaying a map of a massive underwater labyrinth. Ms. Fortune and Geralt seemed at a loss as to whether or not they should even go down there, but Link just raised the Shiekah Slate and snapped a picture of the holographic map. Sakura was all for going down there, and Link had to agree that it was probably their best option at this point, but Kamek gave word to fears that were already surfacing in his mind. Bella couldn't walk well, a feeling he was now all too familiar with, and it would necessarily entail leaving Shippy behind. Alone and unprotected on the choppy seas above, with all the monsters. “We need more information.” He said.
He had no objections to Bowser’s idea at all, and followed the king back out into the rain if no one else stopped them. He followed the king into the tent and stood at his side, putting on his best royal bodyguard face as Bowser put on his practiced impression of an irate boss and ready to call a weapon into his hand and swing at one of these two if they were violent instead of smart.
Hyrule Warriors
Word Count:1164
Level 5 - (48/50) + 2
Level 9 - (35/90) + 2
Link
Location: The Bottomless Sea
Link collapsed to his knees as the remainder of the team gathered aboard Shippy, stowing the sword he had been using to take swipes at one of the tentacles with as Peach turned the ship away from what was left of the rocky spire and back toward their original destination. It was about all he could do to merely cut at the tendril that had appeared at the prow, the increased choppiness of the sea doing nothing to help him balance on these literal sea legs he had acquired.
He tuned and sat with his back against the railing, doing a quick head count and noting the damage everyone had taken before hanging is head and letting out a deep breath. No one was hurt. By the grace of the goddess above they hadn't suffered any losses from that debacle. Crisis mode was over. They were safe again.
He could now afford to be angry.
As he listened to Sakura as she explained how they had gotten involved in a fight between two sea monsters, even if the why continued to be a mystery, his face started to harden into a grimace. Worth it, she said. That had all be worth it? At the very least he decision to Friend Heart the big pink monster had been born of ignorance, she was right about that. Someone should have communicated to her that that wasn't how the hearts worked. Then she spoiled it be doubling down on the friend hearts, as though she hadn't leaned anything from what had just happened.
She was so lucky Ace Cadet had been quicker on the draw then he was, as he laid out basically everything Link was about to except much more calmly and in a way she would probably listen to. Hearing your complaints laid out by someone else did wonders for stemming the tide of your own anger.
"If monsters want to be kill one another, let them do it." Link added on to the end, still clearly irritated, as Cadet turned his attention to Peach. "We're lucky they didn't decide to put their differences aside and team up on us. That's how it usually goes." The closest he had ever seen to monsters fighting one another in Hyrule was Moblins using Bokoblins as live ammo. "It would have been so easy for them to crush both our ships if they hadn't been so focused on one another, and there's no way we could even fight that big fish at the end if it decides to come after us for us as dessert. It could come directly from below and that would be it."
"That's why it's so important to not pointlessly draw attention to ourselves!" He continued, to the whole ship. "No more bombs in the water without a good reason. We don't know what's under us!"
He almost wished he was at this alone. He had never felt this kind of stress on his previous adventure. There most everyone he cared about had been tucked away safe in villages, sealing the calamity, or dead. The ones who had come out with him only did so long enough to aide him in getting inside the Divine Beasts. He had never felt this sustained had to deal with this kind of sustained stress, this fear of losing the people right in front of him, before today. After two frantic combats it was clearly starting to raddle him.
Linkle
Merge Rate: 31%
Location: The Cold Monastery
It wasn’t too long before Linkle realized that taking the sled with her was completely infeasible along this path, so she turned back and left it nestled up against the cliffside along with the wood the tree women had turned into. By that time Albedo was already some ways ahead of her, those golden flowers of his making for a good path marker as the wind kicked up and the snow began to billow up around her.
She crept carefully forward, a feeling in the back of her mind keeping her all too aware that a fall from this height may as well be one into a bottomless pit from which there was no return. As she made her way along, hand sliding along the wall to her left, she could swear she could see shadows in the white out. Odd specters flickered in and out of view, oddly familiar ones that she couldn't quite place. She drew one her bows as they harassed her, words as sharp as the wind carried in the wind passed her ears, and as it spoke she realized what it was. That was the shadow that had burst out of the old Skullgirl.
“So that’s you, huh?” She said, the only thing keeping her from shooting at it wherever it flashed up being the knowledge that Albedo was somewhere in front of her in this whiteout. It probably knew that too. It would be just like it to try and trick her into putting an arrow in his back. “Come closer! Come on, unless you’re scared of me!” She shouted, but the wind blew her voice away as it emerged. “Try and throw me over why don’t you?!” It didn’t respond, and in a way that was more mocking that anything it had previously done.
She didn’t know how long she was haunted in the blizzard, but she was grateful when it was over and she found herself slightly behind Albeado once more though her previous enthusiasm seemed to have been sapped. Not even the brilliance of the main hall seemed to inspire much in Linkle. She had been expecting it to be warmer in here. It had to be with the way that icy eyed girl was dressed, but to Linkle it was all the same. She really wished it was warmer.
She stood close enough to Albedo to hear the softly whispered conversation, the rules, and where they were allowed to go, but as they walked into the main hall the pair stood in silence for a moment until she noticed Albedo looking to her for guidance and straightened up. All right, they were here. What did they do now? Just go around asking everybody which gods made you invincible? No, there had to be a quicker way than that. They had to return to the village by sundown. She thought back to anything that could help narrow the search down while looking around again. Her eyes slid across art and symbols, and suddenly she had an idea.
“His tattoos.” She said in a loud whisper. “He was covered in symbols, remember? They glowed when he fought me. There was a big circle encircled in weird little symbols and something that looked like an upside down bat. Maybe the goddess put them there when she made him immortal. Did you sketch any of them?”
“We should look around the shrines for symbols that look like that.” She suggested. “Even if they’re not related to his power they’re still from his world, right?”
Interesting posts up so far!!
Unfortunately, I have a headache tonight and am feeling a bit dizzy. I'll have a post up tomorrow, though!
Hope you feel better soon.
Luna's all, "YOU HAVEN'T HAD A SLURPEE? JESUS!" lol I love it. Too bad Titus isn't there to celebrate. Ahh, but Yuri will visit him with some coffee.
I'm half expecting him to chopper in like a boss to debrief the three anomalous martial artists that showed up to fight aliens.
As Gou spoke about the way that he had grown up, only being able to rely on himself and his mentor without a hint of parental involvement, an odd look passed across her face. "Hey, we ain't lived so different after all then. I got a Guru of my own who's way more reliable than my folks." She couldn't really relate to growing up without modern technology (the first thing she was going to do when she got a chance was open up het bag and make sure her phone wasn't broken) but that feeling of an important master/student relationship resonated with her, even if the only order Guru had ever given her was that she was never to refer to him as her Master. She smiled as he talked about he rooftop where he used to hang, get that warm feeling of nostalgia for a place you have never been.
"I hope I find someplace that chill for myself sometime. Funny coincidence, I was just coming back from the mountains when I stumbled on this whole alien thing. There was a Salmon Run on. You know, that thing where they swim up river to breed? Guru told me it would do me good to contemplate the salmon, maybe come up with a new move based on a live wild fish instead of something I saw on youtube."
Gou spotted his things almost as soon after they'd arrived, going off to change while Yuri the moth played around with a few of the people who had arrived while they had been gone. Most of them had probably vacationers who had come from a long way off and, after being stuck on the road with the emergency delay, were taking the fist available opportunity to stretch their legs. One guy with a camera was loudly showing off the pictures he had gotten of a "giant robot" teleporting away to an interested looking girl, only to get distracted by Yuri's moth form.
The three of them were attracting a little attention due to how distinct they were, and a little collective gasp went through the small crowd as Yuri transformed back into a man. The camera guy snapped a few more pictures as he did.
She didn't blame him. Luna raised her eyebrow as Yuri told her that this outfit was what he considered casual. "Seriously?" She said. "You're casual beats most fancy dress I've seen." No matter how good he dressed, he could only inspire shock when he next opened his mouth. As he asked his question Luna looked the most distressed she since they had met. "You don't know what...you've never had a...?" She was legitimately at a loss for words. Was this the true price of abstaining from technology? If so she definitely could never have handled it.
"You stay here. I will be right back." She said, pointing at him as she jogged off toward the gas station. She quickly emerged again, cradling three blue Slurpee's in the crook of her arm. As she walked out she found Gou resting against the wall. Was he meditating? She tapped his shoulder to get his attention and then extended one of the semi-frozen treats to him. "Here, try this. You earned it." She said, before walking back over to Yuri and giving him his. "I don't know what you guys like, but you can't go wrong with blue. Everybody likes blue."
"I hope I find someplace that chill for myself sometime. Funny coincidence, I was just coming back from the mountains when I stumbled on this whole alien thing. There was a Salmon Run on. You know, that thing where they swim up river to breed? Guru told me it would do me good to contemplate the salmon, maybe come up with a new move based on a live wild fish instead of something I saw on youtube."
Gou spotted his things almost as soon after they'd arrived, going off to change while Yuri the moth played around with a few of the people who had arrived while they had been gone. Most of them had probably vacationers who had come from a long way off and, after being stuck on the road with the emergency delay, were taking the fist available opportunity to stretch their legs. One guy with a camera was loudly showing off the pictures he had gotten of a "giant robot" teleporting away to an interested looking girl, only to get distracted by Yuri's moth form.
The three of them were attracting a little attention due to how distinct they were, and a little collective gasp went through the small crowd as Yuri transformed back into a man. The camera guy snapped a few more pictures as he did.
She didn't blame him. Luna raised her eyebrow as Yuri told her that this outfit was what he considered casual. "Seriously?" She said. "You're casual beats most fancy dress I've seen." No matter how good he dressed, he could only inspire shock when he next opened his mouth. As he asked his question Luna looked the most distressed she since they had met. "You don't know what...you've never had a...?" She was legitimately at a loss for words. Was this the true price of abstaining from technology? If so she definitely could never have handled it.
"You stay here. I will be right back." She said, pointing at him as she jogged off toward the gas station. She quickly emerged again, cradling three blue Slurpee's in the crook of her arm. As she walked out she found Gou resting against the wall. Was he meditating? She tapped his shoulder to get his attention and then extended one of the semi-frozen treats to him. "Here, try this. You earned it." She said, before walking back over to Yuri and giving him his. "I don't know what you guys like, but you can't go wrong with blue. Everybody likes blue."
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