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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
I would combine the two and add a little clarity so it's like this: Overlord's Dignity: Laharl get's stronger with each enemy he defeats, and is capable of dealing increasing amounts of damage as well as take exceedingly more damage. Each unit defeated increases Laharl's strength and damage taken by 10%. The increase lasts as long as he is in a fight but as soon as the fight is over he loses the benefit.
@Lugubrious Well in the game it is as follows: Each unit defeated increases Laharl's stats by 10%. The increase lasts as long as he is in a fight but as soon as the fight is over he loses the benefit.
Dealing more damage that one would otherwise be capable of due to destroying enemies would qualify as a Power in my book. The description is not bad as is, but I would want to know how long the boosts last and how about much the increases are.
Okay, thank you for letting me know. Specifically I am leaning towards playing characters I'm quite familiar with, that said I will be wanting to make Laharl from Disgaea 2: Hour of Darkness. If that is alright of course, is it?
There's not much use in feeling bad about it. All creatives (or at least, every one I've gotten to know) run into dissatisfaction with their work. If such a thing happens, it's fine to wait until a better time or ask for help, or even if the finished product is still unsatisfactory, try to learn from it for next time. Focusing on what's bad versus what good can be made of it will probably only make the feeling worse.
For a good moment it looked as though the stranger would arise to the occasion that Yoshitsune presented, but Poppi’s quick intervention and Joker’s rationality prevented the outbreak of another fight. Tora gave a relieved sigh as Red agreed to accompany the group. As it turned out, she came in order to investigate some sort of trade dispute. The average Nopon might find such a subject of great interest, but though as shrewd with money as any, Tora cared less about shipments right now and more about sugar.
As the group followed in Midna’s tracks, alternating between footsteps and the large furrows she left behind while sliding downhill, Joker’s curiosity drove him to address the newcomer in their midst. “As it turns out, we’re also on a mission, heading north through the desert. To that end I’d be interested in who hired you, if you don’t mind saying. Any information about the road ahead is welcome.”
A moment later, the party’s trip through the sugar-coated woods came to a sudden and unexpected halt as something exploded beneath Skull’s unwary boot. With a yelp the boy disappeared in a geyser of brilliant orange-gold sap, but rather than splatter all over the goop coalesced. In the span of a moment it hardened into a bulbous amber crystal, trapping the Phantom Thief inside. “No, Ryuji!” Panther yelled, sprinting to the front of the group. The others surrounded the inexplicable prison as she beat her fist against it. To her surprise one blow was enough to spread a small web of cracks from the impact point. “Huh? It’s really...weak?”
“Let’s break him out!” Tora sang.
“Yeah! Hang on, Ryu...uh, Skull.” Despite her mask Panther reddened, realizing that she’d both gotten embarrassingly worried and let slip her friend’s real name for what quickly turned out to be a momentary inconvenience. Everyone got a chance to chip in and chip away at the slab of amber, and in no time at all its captive was free.
Skull wiped his forehead, breathing heavily. “Phew! Thought I was a goner for a sec. What the hell was that crap?”
Tentatively, Poppi scraped at the icing grass with her foot, pausing to note with displeasure that the stuff stuck to her chassis. A furtive glance at her Masterpon’s overalls confirmed that, thanks to his tiny legs, they would need serious cleaning later. After a couple passes Poppi uncovered a tree root beneath the icing, tough to see in the dark, and poking out from its nutty chocolate bark was a nodule leaking viscous ichor. “Although Poppi’s botany database inadequate for proper classification, it seem like stepping on roots cause discharge of tree sap that quickly hardens.”
“So Poppi think it natural? Tora did wonder why someone set such easy trap, meh.”
Poppi tapped her finger against her chin, thoughtful. “Well, it break easy with friends, but if alone trap could totally immobilize.”
As he pulled his leg free, Skull couldn’t help but shiver at the possibility. “Man, if that happened I prolly woulda died of thirst. Thanks, dudes!” He threw the group a grateful smile.
Panther promptly punched his shoulder. “Watch where you step next time, jerk! I just about had a heart attack!”
The news only made Skull’s face more jocular. “For real? You oughta get that checked out!”
“Let’s keep going. Whoever it is is waiting,” Joker spoke up, trying to get the group focused. He set off at a brisk pace, keeping his eyes on the ground, and Tora ran to catch up. Not wanting to get trapped in amber, no matter how easily the others could free him, the Nopon tried to watch out for traps but found it difficult given his body type.
He sighed and reached imploringly to Poppi. “Meh, meh. Can...can Poppi give Tora lift? It already hard wading through mucky icing, and-” With ease his companion picked him up, holding him like a stuffed bear in her arms. As much as he hated being carried, there was nobody better to do it than Poppi, who towered above him in Qt Pi form. And as her smile could attest, at least she liked it. With her watchful optics on the ground the pair made progress alongside the rest of the group through the candyland, following Midna’s trail. Taking in the scenery on the way only made Tora hungrier and hungrier, until finally he unfurled a wing to scoop up an Instabug. He watched it squirm for a moment, having second thoughts along with his misgivings. In the end, his stomach won out. “Sorry, Mr. bug. If not want to be eaten, should not be shaped like food.” With only a slight tug he pulled the creature in half and stuffed it -macaron, donut holes, cupcake, and all- into his mouth. His face filled with delight. “Mmm, that amazing!” he exclaimed, wiggling his arms and legs.
Poppi rolled her eyes. “Poppi hoped it would taste like normal bug.”
Laughing, Tora turned to scan the earth for more. “Sorry disappoint Poppi, but it just as good as real dessert! Tora could eat five, or ten, or twe-MEH?!”
When Poppi followed his horrified stare, she slid to a standstill. Tora slowly lifted his right arm, which for all the world looked to have turned into a chain of connected donut holes with a macaron hand and pocky thumb. “D-donut hand! Donut hand! MEEEEEEEH” he blubbered, flailing his limbs so much that Poppi toppled over, splattering both into the icing.
Given the problem that needed solving up ahead, and how late they were reaching it already, the team couldn’t afford to sort this new matter out if there was no immediate danger. Grimacing, Joker said, “Well...that sucks. Uh, Mona, see if you can heal...whatever happened. We can’t waste any more time.” He turned and ran ahead, Skull and Panther on his tail.
When Midna disappeared, the metal giants resumed their lumbering patrol, and the Twilight Princess could explore the town without fear. Of course, to say that the fairy looked let down seemed like a massive understatement--she just about looked close to tears. Still, Midna had free reign at the moment to plan her next move, and began by peering into the various houses.
From the moment she first peeked through an open window she was greeted by the first of many surprises, although not in the form of enemies. In the first house she discovered a armored ne'er-do-well trapped in a smooth, translucent orange crystal, in the next a blue-coated raccoon, a young girl with strange arms in the one after that, and then a formal entity. There were also assorted animals that looked as though they belonged, like a rabbit, a tiger, and something vaguely describable as a kangaroo. Each and every one somehow trapped, frozen in their prisons of solid sugar. It took a good deal of observation to find the common denominator. Though composed entirely of edible sweets the buildings appeared to follow more or less standard sensibilities, yet ill-fitting chocolate tree roots snaked through them all. The captives all appeared to be touching the roots, suggesting that to do so would be to become encased as well.
As Midna figured this out, she became aware of a new noise outside, albeit one that she recognized. A look skyward revealed the arrival of Necronomicon on the search for her allies across the dessert landscape, and she appeared to have zeroed in on the confectionary town as a likely spot. The Goliath robots took notice of her too, their red eyes fixed unflinchingly on the craft as it drew closer.
Flames burst across the water, the sky screamed with miniature planes, and Shippy rocked from the impacts of torpedo, missile, and cannon fire, but when a quartet of Abyssals threw themselves onto the deck Nadia was ready. She, Link, and Frog leaped into action, with Peach setting them off with a boomshot blast like a starter pistol to soften their foes up. After the spray of burning force came Link’s arrows to sink into one monster in quick succession. The hero himself followed a moment later, his weight driving the twin points of his bident as deep into the Abyssal’s flesh as its design would allow. To Nadia’s other side Frog cut into another with his blade, opening a handful of deep cuts before he took a shot from its arm cannon to the gut and staggered back. The rest Nadia didn’t see, as she had business to attend to for herself.
As her own Abyssal fired she went low, running on all fours, and reached her prey in no more than a moment. She popped her noggin off as she rose and struck the monster’s own in a headbutt that threw off both its aim and what little stability it had mustered. It reeled as its shot went wide, and Nadia pounced for round two. “Ears-pierced!” She lashed out and, rather like Link did with his fork, stabbed into its head with her rigid ears. Her body quickly dodged back out of the way of the monster’s flailing, leaving her head stuck there for a closer inspection. So little of this thing looked to be organic that she couldn’t discern a weak point at first, but as she noticed the tubes, graftings, and other points of connection between metal and flesh she began to get an idea. As the enraged Abyssal floundered her body grabbed hold of the rubbery tube and ripped straight through with her claws. The tube burst open with a spray of odorous gas, and through the haze her body lunged, tail in hand, to mount the monster’s back, sink her claws in and hack through its neck. It took a few swings, but in the end only a couple seconds passed before its head fell from its shoulders.
“One down. Millions to go, probably.” Not pausing to celebrate her little victory, Nadia retrieved her own and took stock of the situation. A couple reinforcements that appeared were just now meeting their ends at the hands of Peach and Chao. While the princess relied on her shotgun, the shipgirl moved with deadly grace, flourishing her enormous fan to release missiles that she directed toward her foes with acrobatic flip-kicks. Nadia flinched as a nearby section of the railing exploded in a shower of flame and splinters, and threw up her arms to protect her face. A handful of the fragments stuck in her bathrobe, and the one that didn’t she pulled out of her cheek with a pained grunt. “Owww!”
A bigger Abyssal climbed aboard through the hole, one mostly humanoid except for the jaw that composed most of its head, and she bared her teeth at it. Both paused as a heavy impact shook Shippy, making the vessel groan in pain. Toward the prow, Brineybeard was roaring, “Me poor ship’s gettin’ eaten alive! She’s too easy a target, we need urgent repairs!” The monster looked his way.
Nadia’s scowl deepened. She couldn’t do that, but she could kill this thing. At once she and Chao moved to deal with it. As the Abyssal grabbed hold of the railing with her massive mitts to dull her cannons’ recoil, Chao interposed herself in the way and flourished her fan like a shield. The Abyssal accepted the challenge and let loose. Chao stood firm under the barrage, blocking as much damage as she could while Nadia leaped over her. She yowled and released a burst of blood from her ankles that hurtled her forward in a headlong dive. Nadia struck the Abyssal’s chest claws-first, sinking them up to the knuckle, and the impact tore both the monster and the railing it clutched from the ship. It smashed into the Abyssal waiting in the water to jump up behind it and crushed its domed head, which gave Nadia a reason to smile before she planted her legs and kicked off.
As she climbed the side of the ship to get back on, another enemy opened fire. Most of the rounds shot through the wood around her, but one hit her left shoulder blade and the other the side of her left calf. Grinding her teeth to avoid yelling in pain, she hauled herself back onto the ship. “Guh! Bad idea, bad idea…” She glanced down to see the Abyssal that wounded her, and a few of its closest friends, get ripped to pieces by Heinrich’s cannons.
Though wounded herself, Chao helped her up onto deck. “The enemy is out there. If you can’t stay mobile you have to stay safe,” she cautioned before raising her voice to address the others. “We have to sustain the ship! They’re more focused on it than us, and if it goes down, so do all of you.”
Sure enough, the enemy was mounting a vicious attack on anything with less than stellar mobility. Only a few seemed to care about actually boarding Shippy, with most more than happy to just shoot and bite her. She was already taking on water, and in her belly a few unwelcome guests stirred. Of course, the Abyssals were just as happy to blast the Atomos. Its shoddily applied armor plating wilted under the combined firepower of many Abyssals. Ranger's seaplanes did what they could, Sakura's hadokens fried a few foes, and Bella annihilated high-value targets with the railgun shot from her tail, but it was not enough. Bowser rose to defend it, growing to great size to treat the entire battlefield to a braggadocious bellow. A moment later his supersonic wave rolled out to great effect, sowing enough confusion among the enemies to mitigate the onslaught facing Shippy and the Atomos despite the Navy’s best attempts.
Fire, water, sound, and acid surged from the empowered Koopa King, dealing huge amounts of damage to the Abyssals and a few unlucky shipgirls as well. The beacon of activity drew every Abyssal eye, and they approached from more angles than Bowser could deal with, some even rising from beneath the water itself. Bullets and missiles hammered the airship’s underside, with a few intrepid monsters even leaped from cresting wave to attack directly, but Bowser’s spectacle reached even further than that.
The top of the fortress on Midway Island began to stir. Eyes opened wide as plumage ruffled and limbs extended, turning an indeterminable shape into a gigantic and very angry bird. It screeched, making Nadia go rigid from across the battlefield, and took to the skies headed straight for its fellow behemoth.
With a sneer at Sephiroth’s magic mine, the loathsome castellan clapped his hands. From the gloom appeared three more Sycophant mosquitoes, buzzing the intruder’s way. Rather than try to impale her, however, the gruesome insects intensified the whir of their verminous wings to a fever pitch, creating mind-numbing soundwaves that washed over their foe. Over the cacophony of agitation the gatekeeper’s sniveling voice reached her. “Ignoble harlot, to enter our domain yet reject our advances! That tender flesh will feed us one way or another!”
Against a battle-hardened warrior the provocation itself would reasonably have no effect, but something sinister lurked behind the gatekeeper’s slight, lending a dark power to his words. The enraging slight urged Sephiroth to move forward, problematic not just because of the Sycophants but also her own mine, and stress crept over her mind. So too did the lesser bugs impart stress, their pervasive song beating through Sephiroth’s ears and into her brain.
Sephiroth’s stress: 37
Sephiroth grit her teeth in frustration as the shrieking whine steadily increased, her head feeling like it was being pierced by a million flaming needles at once. Despite this, she was still able to retain enough awareness of her environment to be mindful of the mine she’d placed mere seconds earlier, and managed to stop no more than a few feet away. Shifting to a more aggressive stance, as she realized a cautious approach would only make matters worse, Sephiroth quickly sidestepped the mine to charge in close to the castellan. Upon getting within what she felt was a reasonably decent range, she allowed the guns on her rigging to open fire, while simultaneously charging up Megaflare.
If this creature survived the initial volley of shots, it would most certainly fall to what was about to follow, or so she thought anyway.
The usage of naval armaments on land without water to push back against the vessel (or in this cast, for a shipgirl to slide across) immediately threw Sephiroth a ways backward from the recoil, but the discharge did far worse to the gatekeeper. Her barrage just about pulverized the stunted thing, sending him careening through the air and into a tree in a bloody, mangled mess with a reprehensible splotch. He slid down the trunk, leaving a viscous streak. Around the spot their master disappeared from the Sycophants wheeled wildly, their noise muffled by the ringing in Sephiroth's ears. The mosquitoes quickly turned to fly her way, but even more shell-shocked by the sudden explosion than she, they moved too sluggishly to evade an opportune strike.
Seizing the moment, Sephiroth let Megaflare fly free, its bluish flame streaking ethereally through the moon-pierced darkness to hit the spot where the castellen had fallen. Watching it go, she did her best to halt her backwards movement in order to avoid both landing on the mine--which was still somewhere to her rear--and becoming submerged in the murky depths.
The shadows filled with the glow of azure flame as the blast went off, devouring the Sycophants in an instant. When its light died down only three fading spirits remained, nestled amid the ashes, and Sephiroth found no further opposition. Yet as she composed herself, she quickly realized that she wasn't alone yet. Somehow, the mutilated gatekeeper lay alive among the gnarled roots of the tree now coated in his malodorous blood, choking for breath. On a clump of grass by his side lay a bloodied paper, signed and sealed with formal care.
Sephiroth kept her blade held at the ready, just in case, as she took a moment to compose herself. Only after the majority of the attacking Sycophants whine had faded from both her ears and her skull did she approach, her guard almost wary. Upon seeing the castellen was injured to the point that he could do no more however, Sephiroth moved to inspect the paper instead, though not before quickly running her blade across his throat to ensure he was no longer a threat.
The gatekeeper gurgled and died, soon reduced to ashes. After undoing the royal seal, Sephiroth discerned the parchment to be a letter of invitation in a delicate script. It spoke of an evening of diverting games and entertainment courtesy of an esteemed Baron, along with victuals and vintages of the highest quantity the generous Viscount could supply, and even an extravagant dance at which the alluring Countess herself would appear. And most curiously of all, the name of the addressee was none other than Sephiroth's own.
In the distance, above the ambient drone of the swamp's winged legions, and in the direction of the mist that glowed crimson in the night, Sephiroth could hear for the first time the faintest suggestions of conversation and laughter
Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed into slits as she stared deeply into the north, a duo of emotions sparking deep within her, each suggesting she proceed to destroy these creatures for their slight. The former SOLDIER knew that these were not her emotions per se, yet she found the idea all too tempting regardless. Plus, if all these creatures were so weak, she could easily see herself walking into quite the source of power. Before she went anywhere however, Sephiroth had to decide the fates of the spirits her attackers left behind. Not finding the idea of additional fusions pleasant at the moment, she gave into her spite and attempted to destroy them instead.
Her flashing blade cleft the unworthy spirits asunder, but from the splintering, multicolored light they gave out new objects were made manifest. In front of her lay a handful of gold, a ridiculous collar, and a tincture of red liquid
You have Acquired: Gold Pieces x75 Manservant Collar - A garment best suited for the grovelling, beetle-like men who exist to satisfy and be made mockery of by their betters The Blood - The call is unyielding; the urge is irresistible Only the Blood will quell this thirst. Gives varying buffs to those affected by the Crimson Curse and can change Curse stages.
Looking over the assembled items briefly, Sephiroth decided to simply carry them with her, as she still wasn’t willing to chance any negative effects at this point in time. Stuffing the items in the nearest pockets available, she slid her blade back into its sheath and set out to the north.
Din bristled. “You and your friend are getting a little cozy, don’t you think?” she told Junkrat, her voice suitably pointed.
“It’s damned impossible to get comfortable!” the demolitionist complained. He reached down and slapped the dragon’s red scales. “Hey! You oughta get some chairs installed! A saddle maybe!”
Affronted by the idea, Mym gave a sharp jerk, forcing all three passengers to hold on for their dear lives. “The NERVE!” she roared, her indignity absolute. “I’m not a horse! And this isn’t something I’m going to keep going! If not for my darling’s insistence, I would have never let someone else ride me. And now that it seems to have opened the floodgates so that every scoundrel can pile on, I wish I never conceded to begin with!”
Din raised her voice above the dry wind. “Junkrat, no need to be rude. I get it, we’re all on edge, but there’s no need to rile one another up!”
Groaning, Junkrat leaned his head back, his eyes faced listlessly upward. “Oh come on, we’ve been searchin’ for hours! If this Mario bloke’s not on home turf, he’s probably halfway ‘cross the bloody continent. Anyone can wear a red hat.”
“Well, this is the lead we have, so we’re following it,” Mym huffed. “If you want to look somewhere else, by all means, jump right off!”
The long, long fall to the arid ground below occluded that possibility, so the four were stuck with one another. They maintained an uneasy -and uncomfortable- silence until the dragon’s keen eyes spotted their destination ahead. “Look, it’s…”
“There it is!” Junkrat exclaimed, his expression one of surprise, as he leaned forward off Mym’s neck with a finger extended. “I found it! Set ‘er down, Mym!” The dragon sighed, bucked just enough to hurl Junkrat backward into his portly companion, and began to descend. In front of her lay a great, four-cornered dome of hexagonal glass and rusted metal, surrounded by oil pumpjacks and parking lots. Behind it lay a veritable mountain of sandstone, topped with a metal skull of megalithic proportions that impressed the dragon no small amount. Mym landed a safe distance away and morphed into her human form without warning, allowing her passengers to hit the ground for themselves.
“Okay,” she began, flipping her hair. “We’re looking for a short man with a red hat in blue overalls, with a mustache, right?”
Din nodded. ”Right.” She said, dusting herself off and readjusting the feather in her hair as she stood up. ”Mr. Cid said he heard of someone like that making waves in some sort of derby here. We’ll slip in, find him, and convince him to come with us.”
Junkrat pounded his scrawny fists, prompting Roadhog to do the same. “Roight! Just leave the convincin’ to us, heheh!” The pair withered under Mym’s draconic glare, then fell in behind her as she lead the way down the road to the arena, avoiding her big red tail as it swung back and forth.
Din followed along behind them, much more cautiously than the trio. Unlike them she had been through the Badlands before, and had seen exactly the sort of character that lurked these roads. Then again, Junkrat and Roadhog also seemed like the sort of characters that lurked these roads so maybe they should actually be the ones taking the lead here.
Junkrat squinted up at the stadium as he made his way towards it. He bumped Roadhog on the shoulder. “Rusty and dusty. Reminds you of home, eh?” He said. Roadhog only grunted. “Lemme get a closer look!” He said. Limp-running forward he produced a home-made landmine from his pouch. Once he was clear of the group he tossed it down and jumped on it, prompting a startled yelp from the trailing Din. Detonating the bomb underneath his feet he sailed forward. Landing against the stadium he caught himself on one of the rusted panels. Breathless, he giggled, before squishing his face against the glass and getting a peek inside. Roadhog could only sigh at his partner’s overeagerness.
Within, beyond the sparsely-populated spectators’ stands, he beheld a fascinating display. Full-sized cars raced back and forth across the arena’s dirt floor, engaged in a frenetic game of what appeared to be supersized football. Flames streamed from their exhaust pipes as the vehicles raced around after the enormous ball, striking it back and forth between the two goals. As Junkrat watched, he was amazed to see the cars leaping off the ground, flipping through the air, and riding on the walls, pulling off a non-stop series of daredevil stunts all to try and score.
Mym crossed her arms, looking up in annoyance. “We’re supposed to be laying low! If we make a scene we could attract unwanted attention!” After brushing a strand of burgundy hair from her face, she allowed her eyebrows to unfurrow. “...What do you see?”
Junkrat’s jaw had dropped and he took a moment to respond. “...A bloody good time, that’s what!” He shouted back. “It’s some kinda road rage madhouse! It’s football soaked in irradiated gasoline and then set on fire! Forget layin’ low! There’s no way anyone could tear their eyes away from this!” He said, thunking his forehead back against the thick glass. One of the cars came particularly close on the wall and he leaned back with a laugh.
“Oh. That sounds exciting!” For all the ire that the singed man managed to provoke from her, he painted a fun picture, albeit one with many unfamiliar words. And if he remained there until the team left, plastered like a bird on a window, so much the better. “Ahem. Alright then, as long as you stay right there, watch all you like! We’ve got a carpenter to find.” So saying, the lady dragon waltzed inside.
Roadhog followed her inside, trailing slightly. As the others went, he hesitated, taking a few steps back. Shaking his head, he casually reached out and tossed his hook upward. It wrapped around Junkrat’s narrow waist and yanked him down off the perch. “Oi!” He cried out indignantly. Roadhog set him down and Junkrat ‘dusted himself off’, though the gesture was entirely symbolic. “...I’ll get a better view inside, anyway. Thanks, mate.” Junkrat said.
”How do you do that without hurting yourself?” Din asked Junkrat, catching up to the two of them.
“Well, love.” He began. “It’s all in the wrist.” He replied unhelpfully, mimicking the motion of him throwing out one of his landmines.
Din followed the motions of the man's hand dubiously. “Right… magic.” She decided, mostly to have an explanation she could be content with.
The facility, if it could be called that, lay primarily on one side of the glass-enclosed arena, allowing there to be no chance of the sport endangering audience members. The stories and stories of bleaches reached higher than the dome itself. In addition there appeared to be veritable bazaar on ground level, with all the outhouses and food carts a sporting fan might need to the afternoon or two. That meant a lot of ground to cover, and even with the place far from packed, the task was an intimidating one. Mym groaned, her tail wrung restlessly. “Ohh, this will take simply forever. My poor darling will be all alone, wasting away in isolation…” She pictured Euden sitting in a corner somewhere in Alcamoth’s superstructure, patiently awaiting her return in forlorn silence. Quite unable to stand the thought, Mym shook her head and took off sprinting through the bazaar. “Darliiiiiiiiiiing!” she called. “Daaaaaaaaaaaaarling, where aaaaaaaaaare youuuuuu? I’m here for youuuuuu!”
Din entered just as Mym sprinted off, shouting loud enough for everyone in the stadium to hear. “Mym, wait!” She called out to her, running to the corridor and watching the dragon’s form getting smaller and smaller as she ran ahead. She put her hands on her hips and sighed. “Whatever happened to keeping a low profile?” None of the words Junkrat had used to describe what was happening in there had sounded very good, especially the ones Din hadn’t understood. Who knew who was in here enjoying a show like that?
“Daaaaarllliiiiing!” Junkrat called out. “Daaarliiiing!” He cupped his hands around his mouth, hollering. Roadhog, while being one for a brawl, did agree that being quiet here would be much better, and easier, for everyone involved. It was a lot easier to hook someone who was unaware after all before they ate a face full of scrap. With that in mind, as Junkrat took a breath to let out a third ‘darling’ yell, Roadhog bopped him on the head, signaling for him to be quiet for a bit as they approached the inside of the dome.
“Ow!” Junkrat rubbed the back of his head. “...We’re looking for Mario, aren’t we?” He mused. “Why’s she sayin’ ‘darling’? Tell you what, mate, not sure that Mym is all there in the head.” He circled his finger at his temple. Roadhog could only shrug, not knowing the girl that long. Junkrat, looking over the glorious mayhem partaking in the middle of the arena, began to think. He was renowned for his strategic genius, after all.
“Well, we know this Mario bloke is a goodie two shoes, right? Maybe we just need someone for him to save!” He rushed up to Din as she followed behind Mym. “Oi! Oi Din! You think you’d make a good damsel in distress?” He asked.
Din thought back to her nasty encounter with General Onox and scowled. “Unfortunately I make a great damsel in distress.” The more she thought about what Junkrat was getting at, though, the more she had to admit the idea had a certain shine to it so long as they were abandoning subtlety altogether. It certainly appealed to her inner performer. “A beautiful girl being threatened by two rough customers? It’s classic. We’d have to get everyone's attention off the game though. Something colorful and loud.” She looked over Junkrat’s shoulder towards Mym. “Adding a threatening dragon to the cast might do the trick.”
Junkrat grinned, turning over his shoulder. “Heheh! Just what I was thinkin’! Not that I couldn’t be a great damsel in distress myself. I’ve just been typecast. Just a poor, misunderstood soul, ya see?” He said with a laugh.
With that he turned, laid down another landmine and exploded away. He soared over the colorful bazaar and past the titanic steel support structures that kept the stands to his right stable.
Sailing towards Mym with a maniacal laugh, Junkrat landed roughly in front of her, stumbling to a stop. He whirled around, facing the dragon lady. She appeared to be in the middle of an energetic conversation with a burly spectator with a mustache. “Of course my dar...I mean Mario is here, you ridiculous man!” She was saying. “I got word he was making a name for himself in this place!”
“I meant he’s not in the audience,” Abobo insisted, looking irate.
“We’re gonna pretend to kidnap Din, Mym! Dinmym? Mym! Quit yellin’!” Junkrat waved his arms frantically.
“We’re gonna appeal to Mario’s instincts, yeah? Threatening dragon, two evil henchmen, and a beautiful girl! It’s perfect! Now, get in there, start flyin’ around and bein’ a scary dragon!” He said, pointing to the domed arena to their left. “I’ll pretend to tie up Din and then make our demands.” He added.
Mym switched targets in an instant, although she looked confused, “But how can I be both the threatening dragon and the beautiful girl at the same time? Mighty though I am, I cannot be in two places at once!”
Abobo threw his hands up in resignation and swaggered away, so Mym gave due consideration to the madman’s plan, quickly realizing her mistake. She thought about it for a couple long seconds and announced her conclusion, yellow eyes glowing with anticipation. “That would be the fastest way! And I can’t for the life of me think of any downsides.” She pressed herself against the glass. “Hold on, my prince. I’ll be back you soon...” A frown crossed her face as she looked either way. “Hmm...but how do I get in…?” One answer, at least, she could reach on her own. Even if the glass could withstand the weight of the rocket cars, it would be nothing to the Flamewyrm. But she hesitated to just start wrecking stuff, it being -to her knowledge of human civilization- socially unacceptable.
While Junkrat was explaining the plan to Mym, Din rolled her shoulders, clasped her hands behind her, and turned her back to Roadhog. “Okay, chain me up. Make it look real, we have to sell this.” Roadhog wasn’t too sure about this plan, after all Junkrat’s plans tended to backfire.
Roadhog loomed behind Din. When she turned to face him he produced a smaller bit of spare chain and held it out towards her for her to put her hands in. “This is not a good plan.” He said simply, shaking his head but still clearly willing to go along with the plan until it inevitably backfired.
“Why do you say that?” Din asked as she slipped her hands through the chains and the big man wrapped them.
“H-how do you get in?” Junkrat asked with a laugh. “How do you get in!?” He repeated. In one he held a grenade launcher, in the other, a high explosive.
“It’s not like we’re committing a real crime.” Din continued as she tested how hard it was to get out.
“GET DOWN,” he shouted to everyone in the bazaar. “GET DOWN, GET DOWN, EVERYONE GET DOWN! HAHAHAHA!” He yelled, announcing his intentions as clearly as he could. Once he was in range he fired his grenades from his homemade launcher. He fired them at the ground, bouncing them towards the dome. That way they rolled to a stop and gathered at the base of the glass. The entire weapon seemed held together with duct tape, glue, and a manic desire for destruction. The bombs detonated, causing the thick glass to crack. Closing the gap he tossed yet another landmine. He jumped onto it and detonated it. The glass was blown inwards and Junkrat was sent spiralling through the air, over Mym’s head and back towards Din and Roadhog. There was a hole large enough for Mym’s human form to get through, and certainly large enough for her dragon form to force its way through. Blowing stuff up never got old. Through it all Mym could only watch, astonished at her comrade’s audacity.
He landed in one of the stands, causing it to come crashing down Ignoring the fury of the merchant he scrambled awkwardly towards Din.
“Quick! This way!” He was planning on staging the crime on a ten foot high steel beam. It was connected to the structures of the stand above. It was about thirty feet away from the metal and glass wall of the stadium, and quite close to the hole he had just made. It was an elevated position clear of too many people. His smile faded as he saw the look on Din’s face. “Huh? What happened?” He looked between her and Roadhog. “He didn’t tell you one of his jokes, did he?”
Din’s eyes were flickering between him and the hole he’d blown in the stadium, absolutely gobsmacked. “You..you...savage! You brute! What did you do?! This is a real crime, you know?” She started struggling against her bonds, but they were surprisingly tight. “Just wait till I...Just you...You get me out of these chains right now, you maniac!”
Junkrat didn’t respond, looking confused. Then his face lit up, having made a realisation. “Ooohhh, I get it! Heheh! You’re already in character! Great. Damn, you’re good! Pick ‘er up, Roadhog!”
Huffing, Roadhog gently lifted Din up and placed her over his shoulder. Classic captured princess pose. No way Mario could resist. Realizing that it was way too late to back down now, Mym ran into the arena and transformed in a burst of flame, revealing her fearsome true form. Junkrat led Roadhog and Din back to his planned spot. It had been eight seconds, so he could produce another landmine. He used it to both announce his presence again and launch him up to his elevated spot. Roadhog was left awkwardly holding Din, so he set her down into the dirt. She wasn’t actually a hostage.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Badlands,” Junkrat began soaring in the air and waving to the crowd. He landed on the steel beam, now elevated. “If I may have your attention, please! I have taken this damsel hostage! If I don’t get what I want within the hour, I’ll blow her and this whole place sky high! Gahahaha!” He fired several short fused grenades into the air, causing more explosions high above. “A-and that dragon will eat people, too!” He added hastily, improvising. Mym helpfully released a stream of fire into the air. He looked down and winked at Din.
“He’s crazy!” She shrieked, kicking her feet in dirt.
“What do I want!? Well...I want…” he paused for a moment, thinking. “I...want...my toilet’s clogged! Yeah, my toilet’s clogged! I need the finest plumber in the land, or else! And, also 200 real big gold coins! Hahahahaha!” He laughed evilly. It seemed like he had a lot of practice doing this sort of thing.
His laughing came to a stop. “Um…’ello?” He quickly realised not many, if any, people were paying attention to him at all. The dragon he briefly mentioned was doing a majority of the work.
For the moment all attention lay on Mym, and that began with the cars themselves. Being an area easily surmisable as the bad part of town without there being a town, this region harbored more than its fair share of people who weren’t going to take this lying down. Angry onlookers banged on the glass, but with no way to get in save Junkrat’s own hole, they couldn’t do much. The players, however, could. The full-size vehicles swarmed the dragon’s way, boosting toward her on rocket thrusters. Mym eyed them warily. “Come not closer, ingrates!” she boomed, her fearsome maw aflame. Yet still the cars came.
The first leaped at her, flipping end over end. Overcoming her instinct to swat it out of the air, she ducked out of the way, and kept her eyes not on her assailant but those yet to come. Two more zoomed at her, one jumping to strike her body and the other trying to ram her legs from the ground. As gingerly as she could manage, Mym brushed the jumper away with a wing, then swept the cruiser aside with her tail. In the heat of the moment her tail still hit hard enough to dent the vehicle’s entire left side and send it skidding across the dust for a few hundred feet. Wincing, Mym turned her eyes to a car doing donuts. “What in the…? Oof!” With a comically loud doink the football struck her in the head. It didn’t hurt -like, at all- but it was still humiliating. Mym would have reddened if she could get any redder, but in the end she simply growled. “Oh, you’re in for it now!”
She took to the air, unleashing a stream of brilliant flame. “Grand X-Muspelhem!” resounded across the arena as she scorched two great lines in the earth, setting most of the already-parched ground ablaze. The cars fled in panic, their attempts at fighting Mym totally disorganized, except for one.
A unique sports car, conspicuously styled in blue and red and emblazoned with a familiar emblem, slid to a stop in front of hole in the glass. Cameras obligingly focused in, projecting the image of the vehicle onto various enormous displays for the audience to see. The door popped up, and out stepped Mario himself, his features solemn, and his eyes red. “Stop-a this! I’m-a the one you want!” He held up a clenched fist, preparing to jump. “But I’m not-a gonna let you get away with this!”
Junkrat grinned unsettlingly as he attracted the attention of their target. Yep. He was all Galeem’d up alright! Looks like there was no talking their way outta this one. Oh well!
Before Mario could enter through the gap and jump up at him, Junkrat tossed a comically large bear trap forward. It landed in the entryway of the hole in the glass. There was some clearance, but the bear trap was surrounded by broken glass and he couldn’t jump too high, lest he poke his eye out.
“There he is! We got ‘em!” He said excitedly to Roadhog and Din without breaking eye contact with Mario.
“MARIO! You’re a man of my own heart, partaking in such wonderful mayhem! So, are you gonna unclog my toilet, or what?” He asked with a giggle. He enjoyed not really having to care too much about money in this hostage situation. They were only here for Mario. If Mario made a break to get over the gap, Junkrat would blast him with his grenades.
Roadhog reached down and grabbed the chain around Din’s hands. He was preparing to break them, releasing Din. However, he was waiting for Mario to have to get through Junkrat’s trap. If he revealed Din wasn’t actually their hostage, Mario might just retreat and find a better position, since it was clearly a trap just for him.
“You’d better still be with us.” He rumbled.
‘Quiet’ wasn’t exactly the word for it, but it was low enough so only Din could hear it. The idea of Din abandoning their quest just because of some broken glass was clearly one that didn’t appeal to the massive junker very much. He hefted his scrapgun in the direction of the hole, preparing for Mario to enter.
Din had stopped her struggling as soon as the image of their target had appeared on the big screens, her attention fully arrested by his sunset red eyes. Roadhog's admonishment brought her back to the moment. Now that he had actually been drawn out, what was there to do? ”Don’t worry.” She whispered solemnly back as she started to fake struggle against the chains, a rhythmic and enticing sort of wriggle of the shoulders and hips that could be mistaken for an Invigorating Dance. ”I know better than anyone it takes tough love to cure someone of what he’s got.” Suddenly, her tone shifted gears entirely as her eyes filled with fear. “HELLLLP. HELLLLL~P! Oh somebody save me!”
Whatever misgivings Mario might have harbored about the dubious situation faded when he heard Din’s desperate cries. “Don’t-a worry, I’m-a coming!” He charged toward the stands, kicking up dust in his wake. Once in range he jumped once, twice, and then thrice, the third leap sending him flying up toward where the Junkers held their captive.
Back in the stadium, Mym was forced to swat aside another car as it nearly smashed into her face. Even taking to the air wasn’t foolproof, as the annoying contraptions would ride up onto the walls and boost off for more height. Despite her awesome demonstration of power, these drivers just wouldn’t pack it in! It dawned on Mym after a moment that she’d triggered Galeem’s curse on them, preventing retreat. “Horrid carriages!” she complained, lifting a leg to avoid being rammed and then pinning the offending vehicle beneath her claw with her strength. Her talons piercing the hood found something hard, and with a yank she ripped out a complicated machine. She stared at it for a moment, baffled, then tossed it away, glad at least that the car she took it from didn’t seem to be able to move anymore. Immediately another vehicle smashed into her enormous tail, damaging her scales and nearly crushing its front in the process. Mym growled. “My temper won’t hold forever, you know! I’m not so easily trifled with!”
Junkrat was trying to maintain the high ground, but Mario could jump really high. That was a problem. Right over his beartrap. Junkrat quickly got the impression that a basic trap like that probably wasn’t gonna work. As Mario leapt his way up to his advantageous position, Junkrat tried to fire some grenades. However shooting at airborne targets with arcing projectiles was actually pretty difficult.
Squeezing Din’s chains, Roadhog freed the dancer from her bonds, allowing her to move free. ”Remember, don’t hurt him too much. Hold him down and I’ll free him.” She said as she began to dance away toward the hole in the glass. Roadhog took a heavy step forward and fired a ball of scrap. With a klunk, the ball arced forward and then exploded in mid air, sending shrapnel forward in a lethal cone. Like some kind of anti-air gun only with more tetanus.
The nasty projectile took Mario by surprise, but to his credit he shielded his face with his arms and took the shrapnel like a champ. Nevertheless the shot messed with his aerial momentum, and his leap fell short of the Junkers’ perch. Rather than fall back down, however, he grit his teeth and pumped his fist into the air. With a springing noise he boosted himself upward; when his hand struck the steel bar ten rapid impacts popped out as many coins before the metal shattered.
“Mym!” Din shouted through the hole as she approached, whipping out her Rod of Seasons. “Mym. It worked. He’s here. Get out of there before somebody gets hurt.” She gripped the rod, pointing it inside the area and channeled the power of spring through it. Green life began to spring up from the arena floor, large twisting thickets of brambles growing wherever Din pointed the rod. She ran them back and forth across the arena floor and walls, trying to impede the cars from getting at the dragon. “Through here. I’ll close it up once you’re out.”
The dancer’s voice reached Mym loud and clear despite all the ambient hubbub, and the dragon nodded. “Alright!” Pausing just long enough to smash another vehicle into the dirt with a colossal whack of her tail, she stomped over and transformed. Mym reappeared in her human form only a couple dozen feet from the hole, but her new legs covered distance a lot slower than her dragon ones, and two more of the rocket cars were cruising in.
Din redirected her efforts to one of the cars closing in of Mym, focusing spring in the ground in front of the oncoming vehicle. Vines sprang up out of the floor, lashing grabbing vines that snaked their way around the wheels to hold it in place. The other was far closer, so instead of trying to stop it she pointed the rod at Mym herself. Vines sprung up from under her feet, lifting her up above the other one just as it was about to plow into her. The foliage did the trick, slowing down one car to a standstill and getting her friend out of the way of the other. A moment later the car blew through the plants holding the surprised lady up, after which it zoomed up the nearby wall as Mym landed in a heap. “Oof!” She scrambled to her feet, red at the indignity of it, and pulled a creeper from her hair. “Oh, goodness…well, thank you, dear! Um, I mean, Din!” If only her darling had been the one to gallantly save her instead...
The roar of an engine from behind made both women look toward the captured car. It rocketed free from captivity with the aid of its rear thrusters, cruising in for the kill. Anger creased Mym’s features, and this time she felt like venting it. “Don’t you…” She held out her hand, and in a whirl of flame appeared a magnificent crimson lance, and hurled it with righteous strength. “DARE!” The makeshift javelin pierced the vehicle’s windshield, narrowly missing the driver, before the car veered off in panic. With it out of the way, both Mym and Din could get a good look at the blazing devastation that had befallen the stadium. Mym exhaled heartily and jogged over past her comrade toward the hole, as though she’d just been enjoying a light exercise. “Whew! Good thing we’re not committing real crimes~!”
”Yeahhhhhh…” Din said, tapping the Rod of Seasons on the ground in front of the hole. A thick woody tree grew up into the gap, sealing the hole and hopefully keeping the cars and their drivers within until she could figure out the best way to deal with them. She set the Rod on her shoulder and threw out her hand, Charm Equinox appearing in it. Hopefully the boys had finished securing Mario by now.
Meanwhile Roadhog, seeing the plumber’s last ditch effort to get onto the metal beams, decided to give the plumber a ‘hand’. Maneuvering himself a bit so that Junkrat’s trap was between him and Mario, Roadhog, with Din no longer tangled in his chains, tossed out his hook to catch the mid air plumber and reel him to the awaiting hog. The plumber, after getting hooked, wouldn’t reach Roadhog but instead got stuck in Junkrat’s bear trap, the hook leaving a cut where it scraped past Mario as it was retrieved by Roadhog.
“Good job there partner!” Junkrat said, giving Roadhog a thumbs up and squealing with delight that his next grenade wasn’t going to miss. And well, the grenade didn’t really miss, in fact, it hit its target extremely well. The only problem being that Mario wasn’t going to let Junkrat hit him with an explosive and as the grenade fired from the clearly telegraphed and excited junkrat arced its way towards the plumber, Mario pulled out his cape and forced the grenade to go back towards Junkrat at speed. What Mario didn’t expect was for the grenade to hit Junkrat square in the junk and bounce off, causing the deformed man to kneel over in pain as the grenade bounced and rolled to a stop midway between the two.
Mario sucked in his breath through his teeth, feeling just a little bit of phantom pain himself. “Oof…” He could only spare so much pity for his enemy, however, given the metal maw still biting into his leg. With a strong heave he pulled free, shattering the trap in the process. In the moment he’d forgotten about the other Junker, deceptively stealthy despite his size, who could still do something.
At the same time, however, the audience had reached its boiling point. “They’re tryin’ to kill Mario!” someone yelled, horrified and enraged. From the stands rushed a burly blue crocodile and a loopy-looking bandicoot, followed a moment later by a huge man with guns crashing down from the second story. Though he appeared to be wielding two light machine guns, the last man also appeared a little drunk, and hardly stuck the landing.
Roadhog narrowed his eyes underneath his mask at the encroaching horde of ‘heroic’ interlopers. Mario had fended off Junkrat’s assault but Roadhog was able to fight. If this Mario guy died instantly to a few blasts of scrap, then he wasn’t worth the effort anyway. Levelling his gun he fired high impact meatshots into the plumber. The faster they knocked him out and “convinced” him to join their team, the better. Mario took one load in the back and whirled around, cape at the ready. The next spray flew back Roadhog’s way, but Mario didn’t time the next quite as well. With a grunt he took off running, throwing fireballs at the masked mercenary before sliding into cover behind a hot dog stand
Meanwhile, Junkrat, regretting every decision in his life up until the point, managed to stand back on two feet. He glanced around at the encroaching heroes. “Bleehh!” He made an ugly, derisive noise and threw out a concussion mine. It landed right at the dual wielding man’s feet. Smiling a little in anticipation, he pushed the big red button on his detonator. Hopefully it would send the man flying far, far away, where he wouldn’t be able to bother them.
The well-placed mine scattered the whole incoming group, sending them off in three different directions. With a bellow of protest the Gunzerker flopped back into the bleachers, ending up upside-down. The marsupial, yelling comically, soared through the open front of the hot dog stand. Only the Kremling landed on his feet and barreled Junkrat’s way with reptilian strength. Mario, meanwhile, tried to help pull a dazed Crash free so he could help.
Din looked upon this chaos and her lower lip started to tremble. “Mym, help Junkrat if he needs it.” She said, spreading her wings and launching herself into the air. The spectators who had gotten involved all seemed fairly dangerous in their own way, but none of the others had guns. She glided over to where the stricken man had been thrown, dropping nimble out of the air on the seat above him. Turning quickly, she jammed the keyblade towards him and pressed it against his chest. Over his heart. Light began radiating from that point as Din began to feel her strength flowing out her to purge the light Galeem had planted in this man's heart. This was normal, that was what The Master had told her. She’d asked him before they left on the chance that Mario had fallen back under the sway of Galeem’s power. It was partially the whole reason she had come.
As she attended to the gunman, Mym helped out in her own way. She ran at the Kremling and raised her right arm, shrouded in flame. In the flickering blaze a semblance of her dragon form’s arm manifested, and she struck the crocodile with enormous claws that blazed a shockingly hot pink even in the afternoon sun. He sailed away, on fire, and Mym hustled over in time to see Mario rescue Crash. The two platformers stood together against the Junkers and the dragon as Din’s technique came to an end, rendering the Gunzerker a non-threat. Yet even as he slid blearily down, free of Galeem’s touch, a new threat arose to face the fatigued dancer. A tough-looking woman with a spear and a tailed girl with a huge shield were header her way, the former yelling as she ran. Din jumped over the free man, thankful that there was at least one person that wouldn't be following them. She didn’t even beat her wings, just spread them and gilded downward toward where her allies were squaring off with their target.
”We need to leave! Grab him and run.” She said as she touched down next to Roadhog. She leveled her rod at the heroes and channeled the power of summer through it. The area around them became hazy as dry heat built up around them, and the blazing light of the midday sun focused on that area to a blinding degree.
Roadhog nodded. Junkrat reloaded and began firing grenade after grenade into the growing ensemble of heroes. He also tossed out an additional bear trap. He was making the pathway after them as hazardous as possible. Carpet bombing it with rolling, grinning grenades that exploded unpredictably.
Roadhog held his hook out by the chain, spun it around a few times and threw it at Mario. Right as a few grenades exploded, timing it so people were off balance. It surged forward, wrapping once again wrapping around the unfortunate Italian. He yanked Mario across the grenades, blasted him in the face, struck him with a claw, and then tossed Mario high into the air. He lobbed Mario towards Mym. “Mym! Take him! I’m ready to go Whole Hog!” He bellowed.
“Uh, okay! We’re going!’ Mym didn’t know what Whole Hog meant, and she wasn’t going to stick around to find out. She shapeshifted to her dragon form once again, grabbed Mario in one hand, and then Din in the other, who she deposited in her back.
Roadhog stomped the ground, steadying himself. Reaching into his pouch, he produced massive open topped, funnel-like modification. He slammed it into the top of his scrap gun. Grabbing a crank wheel with his right hand, he let loose a gatling-gun like volley of projectile fire. Laughing deeply, he took a few more steps forward. The damage on the volume of fire was low, but the knockback was immense. Anyone caught in his crosshairs would be sent spiralling backwards, up and away from the retreating mercenaries.
With a wild whoop Junkrat leaped for Mym, landing and clinging to her leg as she took off. She got up to speed without a hitch thanks to Roadhog’s covering fire, then made a second pass to pluck the rotund Australian from the ground. A moment later and the motley crew was away, robbing a bewildered and wounded Mario from his adoring and enraged fans.
Mym let Roadhog clamber up onto her back again, then craned her neck around to take a final look at the receding stadium. Even with the lasting flames of Grand X-Muspelheim dying down, the place was a whirlwind of chaos. “Hmm...it looks like we didn’t quite keep a low profile.” Her draconic face developed a fang-toothed smile. “Still, that was fun! I’ll have so much to tell my darling when we get back...but all the same, I simply must have my next adventure at his side. And no more rides!” she added, still disgruntled.
“Not without a saddle, at least,” Junkrat complained. “Mario over ‘ere is about to fall off. Who’s gonna do the friend thing? I’m not doin’ it.”
Mym seethed as quietly as she could. “I’m busy!”
“Let me.” Din said, awkwardly angling the keyblade from where she sat to lay it on the plumbers chest. It was rather difficult, as the girl had begun shaking as soon as the adrenaline began to wear off. This was the sort of stressful situation that had dissuaded her from adventuring in the first place. Nevertheless, she was eventually able to hold it steady enough for the keys magic to do its work.
Weary from both a day of sportsmanship and the fighting, Mario lapsed into half-consciousness with the aid of a heart set at ease. Mym sighed a great sigh and soared across the arid land, fixed on the green fields of the Land of Adventure ahead, and the floating city beyond where her own rest -and prince- awaited.
Mission Success! Mercenary Gained: Mario New Mission: Paved Wilderness Recruitment Drive - There are a number of tough fighters in this area who may be of use to the cause, with the pitstop known as Hammerhead a clear standout. Just make sure to avoid association with the mercenaries who wrecked the Rust Arena! Persuasion skills recommended
If you mean the shipgirls, they're normal size. If you mean the Abyssals, they're mostly about human sized as well, some smaller. None of the bigger ones have appeared yet. Also, Gentleman has the right of it. There's a lot for any shipgoers to take in and do.
Since your post ended with Frog choosing to join the others on their journey, I assume he'd go with them to the harbor meeting in the morning and then board one of the ships, possibly Shippy since Peach requested him to. That's up to you though.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.<br><br>Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.</div>
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