Michael and Franklin
Level 4- (17/40) EXP / Level 3- (11/30) EXP (+2)
Location: On the Road ---> Hammerhead
Michael was the first to pick up Needles' spirit, holding it up in his right hand. "Well, he looks friendly..." Just by looking at it, he could tell that this was the spirit of a madman. Fusing with it would be a terrible idea. Sure, part of Michael told him that fusing with a spirit would make him powerful, letting him fight without relying on his weapons. Still, the idea disturbed him, and if he had to fuse with a spirit, it sure as hell wouldn't be this one. With a single motion, Michael crushed the spirit in his hand, turning it into a weapon. Whatever weapon came from it, he would keep it in the truck until it was needed. "Well, that's that. I'll let you work on it, I need to rest." He said to Franklin, who nodded, moving to investigate the truck.
Michael began moving away when Linkle offered him a sip of the Lon Lon Milk, something that he remembered as being in the 'loot box' from the castle. He took the bottle and drank about an eight of its contents, handing it back with a nod. "Thanks..." He sighed as he felt his body healing, the milk's effects kicking in nearly immediately. Once Blazermate's Dispenser was set up, he would stand by it, letting its healing abilities fix the rest of his wounds.
Franklin stopped by the Dispenser soon after, picking up a few basic tools to help with the repairs. Seeing this, Michael walked over to test something out. "So, if this can make anything..." He reached into his suit jacket, pulling out his last full Uzi magazine. He held it in front of the machine for a few moments, and suddenly a new magazine popped out. Michael stared at it, grabbing it and comparing it with the original. "Son of a bitch, it works!" He grinned as he put the magazines back into their holders. He still had a means of finding ammo, which meant his guns wouldn't be useless in the long run. He repeated the process with one of his sniper magazines, and then repeated it again, leaving him with a decent supply of ammo for the rifle.
Franklin, meanwhile, began his work on the monster truck. He helped stitch together the broken systems on the vehicle, his knowledge of vehicles helping him identify which parts needed to be worked on. It was hard work, but with the help of Jr. and everyone else, they managed to get the truck working, and made some new modifications. As they finished up working on the truck and began to remove the symbols of its previous owner in favor of their own, Franklin took out a spray can and a stencil from the Dispenser, spraying his gang's symbol on the right side door. "Alright, all good." Franklin said, looking over their work.
"Finally. Let's catch up with the others. Hop in, people." Michael got in the driver's seat, gesturing for those without vehicles of their own to get in before turning on the truck's engine. "Woah...alright, let's hope I don't crash this thing. Jesus..." He drove off, following Kamek and Jr. to where the rest of the group had went, while Franklin followed on his bike.
It didn't take them long to catch up to the rest of the group, stopping at what looked like a truck stop of some kind. Michael could see the rest of the group's vehicles, but also a few unfamiliar people walking around. Stopping the monster truck just outside of the stop, Michael turned off the engine and got out, Franklin pulling up on his bike soon after.
"Well, guess this is the place." Michael said, looking at the place. It looked to be a fairly decent truck stop, with a gas station and some kind of restaurant nearby. Michael frowned as he saw the red eyes of the people nearby, but they didn't seem to be hostile to them. It was clear at this point that being under Galeem's influence didn't make someone immediately hostile, but it still made him uncomfortable. Franklin noticed it too, crossing his arms as he watched people go by. Michael turned to look at him. "They won't attack us immediately, but I'd be careful." Michael said, half-whispering to Franklin.
"Yeah, yeah..." Franklin continued to check out the people nearby, before pausing as he saw someone familiar. His eyes went wide as he took a closer look. "Shit, Mike, look."
"Wha- oh shit." Michael froze as he saw who Franklin was looking at. While he had wondered what happened to him, he didn't expect to see his old friend so soon. Thinking about it, it really wasn't much of a surprise- Trevor Phillips thrived off chaos, and this new world was exactly that. If Michael had to guess, he was probably having a blast out here, running around doing God knows what. "Come on." He began to walk towards him, and Franklin followed.
As they got closer, it was clear that Trevor had the red eyes that the other occupants of the stop shared. That was unfortunate, but expected- as far as they knew, their group were the only ones who weren't under Galeem's influence. "Trevor!" Michael announced, walking towards his old friend. "The fuck are you doing here, man?"