"But leaving this... thing... here could be dangerous. Especially if it runs into someone else who isn't prepared to find it." Druid Girl protested, though not convincingly, when Steppe Archer voiced her opinion of them retreating from this new, strange creature. "Let me try something." She added, before closing her eyes and focusing.
... And a few seconds passed, then she opened her eyes with a very... Complicated... expression on her face.
"I... I can't talk with it... No, it's more like it can't communicate at all. It's like trying to talk with a-- Ah..." Druid Girl's explanation was interrupted, as th big red lizard of the group both informed the girls of what this creature was, what it was weak to, and performing an unceremenoeous punt to it, which sent splatterings of goo flying. Druid Girl stood in blatant stupification at the sight. There was no evidence that this creature was hostile or even knew they were present, nor did it have any means to visually or audibly convey intent... And this lizardman had just gone ahead and kicked it... And now he was staring at the... Ceiling?
Unfortunately for Big Red, he had vastly overstimated the slimes. There was nothing on the ceiling or walls... And having taken his eye off the one he had just kicked, he'd also learn that even if these creatures were weak to blunt damage, they weren't so fragile to be destroyed by a single blow. He'd also learn taht, when provoked, this kid of monster was quite mobile.
With a sound similar to that of a waterballoon hitting a brick wall, the green goop-pile launched itself forward, and latched onto Big Red's shin - on the same leg that had been used to kick it. While initially feeling like nothing more than cool, gooey gel that was moving around on its own, the lizard would soon begin to feel an unpleasant, and increasingly intensifying, burning sensatio. Any pice of his pants that had been caught in the slimes body would also quickly begin to tatter and fray, before seeming to dissolve and vanish into the goop.
Attempts at punching the creature would result in little more than sending a few more splatterings of jelly around. Tryiing to stomp or shake it off resulted in nothing more than the creature shifting its position, sucking on harder to the leg and being very stubbronly adamant about not letting go. Trying to peel it off or grab it would just result in fingers passing through the gelatine-like body as if it were wet, soppy pudding and would do nothing more than burn fingers or gloves.
"Wha-- Big Red! Are you alright!?" The druid exclaimed as she watched the being of snot-like substance latch on and cling to her ally's leg. "S-should I cast my frost-spell at it? I uh... I can't promise it won't hit you as well though..." She asked, offered and then reconsidered, before turning to their Archer-friend. "M-maybe you can scare it off with the torch? Just be careful not to burn the bigt guy... Or set him on fire..." She was a bit... Panicky... In her speech. Though for good reasons; as an unknown, unfamiliar and alien threat was now trying to make noms outta her companion's limb.
"Hm-hm~ I think you and me will get along swimmingly." The golden girl said in response to Gram's promise of wealth beyond measure, and additional bonuses to boot. Not taht she actually cared about those bonuses, but this unemptied treasury had piqued her interest. Of course, she was completely disregarding the possibility that whatever the inhabitants of this reality called 'treasure' might not be the same as what she herself envisioned it to be...
Regardless, once they entered the stanky chamber of demposing bodies, Mammonie's eyes narrowed, and she grabbed the cinnamon-smelling cloak of Vani and brought it closer to her face in an attempt to make a makeshift gas-mask or something.
"That's some stench... Did somebody di-- Ohhh..." Her words trailed off as the elven Paladin brought light into the dark and the mangled, rotting corpses of many... People? could be seen, strewn about in an unceremonious way. The sight only intensified the smell, and really drove home the point that she was inside another's body, in a different world, because there was no way a video-game had the ability to disperse scent. When the monochrome woman offered her tiny handkerchief, Mammonie accepted, but just stuffed it up against her face while pressing the cloak onto it for extra padding.
Gram's next words, about stopping a god from starting a war, got the golden woman to let out a slight sneeze-like laugh. To think how many wars and conflicts had been started back in her own world, even though back there there was supposedly only one God, but different versions of him. How was it that this world then had multiple gods, but one was so much greater that it required all the others to stop them? And that would lead to the question of, if it took all other Gods to stop this one God, how the heck was a single living being - this being Mammonie - stand any sort of chance!? But, asking more questions right now wasn't a good idea.
She really, really, really just wanted to get out of this grotesque, smelly and unpleasant ... Tomb? Catacomb? Refrigerator? Whatever this place was, it was cold and dak and smelly, and Mammonie had no love for it. Getting outside was priority number one right now! She followed Gram's lead, and watched with a bit of mixed feelings as the draconic woman smushed a head without a single thought as they walked.
"I take it these weren't friends of yours then?" The gilded girl asked, assuming the answer in advance, but asking anyway. Honestly, she was surprised at how ... Indifferent... she was towards seeing piles of dead, rotting corpses. Then again, perhaps being inside Mammonie's body had some sort of adverse effect on her mind? After all, going by the Avarice Demon's life-tale, she'd killed hundreds, if not thousands of creatures up to this point... A scary thought indeed. Was she in a container so jaded and accustomed to death that the sight and smell no longer merited any sort of concern?
"So, you want me to fight an evil God to prevent a war. Which required all of your other gods in order to stop it the last time this happened?" Mammonie reconfirmed. "I hope you realize just how ridiculous that sounds, right? Granted, I don't know the extent of power your gods have, but... You do realize I'm just one single, beautiful woman, yes? Additionally, if you were under some idea that I had god-slaying powers, I'm sorry to say that those aren't part of my racial skills." Mammonie asked, questioned and explained. It felt like a good idea to bring this up before any sort of actual deal was made.
"Double-Dooches!? ... Sounds naughty, maa-haa-haa~" Brandy would exclaim, and then snicker, as Dooch's daughter ran off to ger her old man.
When the big guy reappeared, the satyr let out a breath of relief. Yeah, she definetely prefered Dooch looking like an old, grizzled, hard-laboring farmer-man, rather than a busty, teenage southern-themed bumpkin babe. She stayed quiet for most of the exchange between Alice and the orc, still bobbing up and down, swaying to and fro on her hooves with her hands behind her back. Then Alice's stomach growled.
"That there was a powerful growl o' hunger if I ever did hear it." Dooch said, an amused and toothy grin on his previously serious and business-only-like face. Brandy burst out laughing and almost fell onto her back, rolling around on the ground and chirping for air. She didn't. But it was close. "But yeah, ya gals can go 'head and keep that their pesky varmint for yerselves, lemme jus'" Crackk, Pop! "-aaaand there we go." The orc just grabbed the hare, twisted the head off like it was nothing more than the lid of some pickle-jar, and handed back the now decapitated body to Alice, without batting an eye. He then proceeded o reach into his burlap-y-looking pants and pulled out a small pouch.
"Job's done 'n all's well, here's the pay, lil' ladies. If'n I ever be needin' more o' them critters gone, I'll be sure to call on ya guild-folk 'gain. Ya'll take care now on yer way back home, y'hear?" Dooch said, with a hint of friendliness for the first time. He then proceeded to close the door in their faces, not inviting them in for dinner despite having heard the plaintive wail of a werewolf maiden's rumbling tum-tum. Luckily, Branndy had swiped the pouch of coinage, so all was good!
They now had a headless carcass, and a sack of coins. The only thing left to do was head back to litroot and report their success. Brandy positively beamed with pride and confidence, burning as brightly as the sun which had - for the most part - fully set by now. Hands on her sides and chest puffed out, she had a positively horizon-spanning smile on her face, that almost seemed to reach from one ear to the other.
"Al! We did it! We did it, Al! We're full-fledged, undeniable, unquestionable, irresistible, impossible adventurers!" Brandy exclaimed, jovially, as she struck a dramatic pose on Dooch's porch. "We've taken on and beaten a tough quest full of danger and mystery! Ain't nobody gonna be able to doubt our legit, deflowered adventuring skills anymore! Hm-hmm!" ... Brandy's choice of adjectives aside, it seemed she was very excited about having finished this particular quest. Likely because this was the first bit of actual 'combat' she'd ever been in, aside from possible squabbles and spats with her adoptive siblings and neighbours back home.
"I'm so glad you teamed up with me, girlfriend! You're like, 'totes adorbs, super-smart and a champ at fightin' too! I'm almost a bit jealous of how great you are! But don'cha fret, 'cuz this bombshell's gonna catch up to ya one day, alright?" Brandy stated, brazenly and without any sort of credible merits or talents with which to back up such claims, but she was in a good mood regardless. though, she calmed down as the two were leaving the farm and looked over to her side as the girls were walking. "By the by, Al. Yer tum was growlin' something firece back thar." She was obviously trying to imitate Dooch's manner of speak. Especially noticeable since she had a mischievous grin on her face. "Ya wanna wrangle up sum grub'n then have atussle in the hay~?" She asked, gingerly wiggling her eyevrows while still grinning.
"He... Scratched... My... Face!?! YOU LIL' BASTAAAAAAARD! I'LL KILL YOU!!
Brandy, furious once more, snatched the recovered horned rabbit from Alice, and began throttling it - despite the fact the said rabbit's head wasa already a smushed bag of meat, blood, bone and brain. The satyress didn't seem to register that though, and was quite fervently trying to choke the bunny to death, despite it being - y'know? - dead. After a bit of pointlessness, Brandy calmed down, and handed the dead critter back to Alice, while wiping her now sweaty brow with the side of her arm.
"Haah... Haah... Phew. That'll teach'im! Nobody messes with a woman's face. Especially one as pretty as me! Right, Al? Riiiight? Riiiiiiiiiiight!?" Brandy insisted, geting closer to Alice with each repetition, the light of the world seeming to be sucked away as she got closer, and closer, and closer and was now merely half an inch away from Alice's own face... Was Brandy's eyes glowing? No, no, that was just an optical illusion, yeah! That's it, nothing to worry about!
After the uncomfortable invasion of personal space, Brandy would slip past and behind Alice, and quickly grab her the werewolf girl's tail. She'd hold in both her hands, running one along its length while inspecting it from various angles - intently.
"Hmm, yeah. I can tell. The hairs are all neatly pointing in the same direction and there ain't no tufts or knots or clots at all. Still, gotta be a lot of hard work takin' care of this bushy thing." She said, stroking the tail firmly but gently. "Nothin' like my own lil' buddy, maa-haa-haa~!" Brandy laughed, letting go of Alice's tail, sticking her own butt out and wagging her considerably smalelr and shorter goat-like tail at the werewolf.
After the shennanigans were over and done with though, the pair would return to the residential-looking farmhouse, the one Dooch had been standing just outside of ontop of that little mound earlier in the day. Approaching the rustic building, the little satyr bounced ahead and would gingerly knock on the door, a big old smile on her face, standing in place, bobbing up and down, chest bouncing along with her movements. A voice was heard from inside... But... It was very femenine. The door opened, and... Well... Either Dooch had a very sudden anatomical change, or this was someone else...
A young orc female stood in the doorway. Hair tired into twin pigtails, dark brown in color. She wore a white and red polka-dotted top which was very revealing, along with a pair of blue, low-cut jeans short-shorts... Otherwise, she didn't seem to be wearing anything, no shoes, no socks, no bra... The girl looked at the two other girls perplexed, tilting her head at them.
"Who be you gals? Ya 'ere to ask Pa' for work?" She aid, in a very thick and southern accent. "Dooch!? That you?! Damn, ya turned in a total smokeshow!" "Uh, wha'? Wha'cha talkin'bout, girlie? I mean, I'm Dooch'n all, but wha's all this'bout a smokin' show-nonsense? It dun make a lick-o'-sense." "... Did... Did you hit your head? Ya seem to be talkin' a lot different now." "Huh!? This 'ere be the first time we be meetin', ya silly goat-girl!"
... It didn't seem this was going anywhere anytime soon, unless Alice interefered and managed to puzzle together what was actually going on here... But, given that this was a young orc-girl, roughtly the same age as Brandy or perhaps even a bit younger, and her name was apparently Dooch, it wasn't too hard to figure out the answer... Unless you were Brandy, of course.
"Ah, thaanks agaiin." The young woman said as the elven paladin helped her up. After receiving the mirror, she quickly took to have a look at her own reflection. She stared quite intently into it, adjusting its angle and inspecting her overall face, eyes, ears, nose, hair, chin, throat and even lips, teeth and tongue. She then returned the mirror to the dragon-woman before she had started walking and let out a small sight.
So... That's definetely Mammonie's face I've got. No mistaking it, 'cuz nobody's this pretty and has this kind of complicated hairstyle. Plus the eyes that look like sparkling gold coins, my suddenly enhanced bust, skin-tone and clothes... Yeah, no denying I'm inside Mammonie.
Her personal musings were interrupted by Gram, who seemed to have somehow been able to read her mind. A bit mildly concerning for the girl who was now in the body of her digital video-game avatar. Still, what she said did make a lot of sense. If she was not only in a different body, but also in a different world altogether, then asking mundane questions would just lead to more mundane questions, in a neverending loop or series of said questions. However...
"Ufufu~ Saving the world? You'd ask that of someone you don't know, just met and who you know isn't from your world?" The golden woman giggled softly as she asked her question. To be fair, it was a rather outlandish request to request right after meeting for the first time. "Of course I don't mind, since you asked, buuuut..." New Mammonie smiled, but it wasn't a good smile. It was more the kind of smile a loan-shark had after someone had just signed one of their shady contracts. "... Something like that'd cost you quite a bit."
The woman shameleslly made her true colors known, and they were just as golden as the rest of her. But to be perfectly honest, she was in a new body, in a new world and now was being told she was needed to save said world... That was a bit much to take in for someone who hand't been present for more than 15 minutes in the current reality. Besides, there wasa a more pressing concern at hand.
"Putting compensation aside for now, I don't know how much help I'd actually be if I'm honest. It's not like I've had much experi- wow, I can walk really fast even though I'm wearing heels, huh? -ence in that field. Also, what's threatening this world? Some powerful person? A natural disaster? A nefarious organization? Pollution? An approaching meteor? You said something about a war, Wally, so I'm assuming it has something to do with that then?" Mammonie asked, while following Gram's lead, walking effortlessy and without any sign of discomfort, despite being in - as she'd mentioned - high-heeled boots. She could also tell that her body was moving very much exactly as she wanted it to, as if it were the most natural thing in the universe. A strange thought, considering this wasn't really her actual body.
For now though, she'd be happy to just get out of this glookmy, dusty... Tomb? Former subway-station? Catacombs? Whatever this dank, dark and freezing place was, Mammonie would be happy to escape it. She'd never been a fan of these types of places. They all looked the same!
So, not gonna answer all my questions, huh? Calling me a legendary hero... Calling him a paladin? Pinching myself didn't wake me up, so this isn't a dream. Or if it is, it's a far too lucid one. So, the remaining options are that I was kidnapped, in my home, while at on my comp and brought to... Wherever this is. Or, I've gone insane and ended up in my own little fantasy-world of mental delusions. The third option would b e that I somehow got translocated througb space-time and sucked into some bizarre, alternate dimension but... That... That's a bit too much, isn't it?
The golden girl listened to the monochromatic woman talk, and didn't move while she was being circled. In fact,a fter having asserted the size and shape of her body, the young lady hadn't done much other than look at her two visitor with half-closed eyes and an unplussed face. She had an expression of calm and absoltue neutrality, neither angry, upset, frightened, amused or confused. Of course, taht was just her face and body, her mind was racing with too many thoughts for it to keep up with itself. Still, when wprds were spoken of going somewhere that didn't feel like the industrial freezer ofa fast-food joint, the woman's head turned slightly backwards, towards Gram.
"Oh, believe me. I'm very confused and very distraught right now, but I don't think kicking and screaming or crying would do much good. Ah, thank you, Wally." The youthful golden one said, offering a small smile in gratitude to the elf who had given her his cookie-smelling cloak. "Going somewhere warmer does sound like a nice idea though... But before that, would you happen to have a mirror on you? I'd like to take a look at my own face." She said, and asked, at the same time.
Really. I really need to see my face. 'Cuz these golden arms sure as heck ain't mine, but they remind me very much of someone I do know. Same with the newly inflated chest and these swingin' hips... But, I can't be sure until I've actually seen my face. Hopefully it's just a trick of the lighting down here... or lack of it, to be exact.
"Uuuuuuugh... Today suuuuuuuucked. Jeremy messed up the entire archive with that 'new and better system' of his, and we had to spend the entire afternoon fixing his mess." A woman's voice complained as it travelled from the kitchen of her apartment to the living room.
It belonged to a rather tall young lady, of scrawny - almost waifish - frame, black matted hair tied into a braided ponytail and a who wore a pair of glasses. She was not blessed in the looks-department, with neither child-rearing hips nor ample bust to speak of. Her figure was actually more symmetrically straight than it was curvy in any one area.
"Oh well, at least we didn't lose anything, so we should be able to get back to actual work again on Monday.." She sighed, sitting down infront of a small table where a computer was resting. She placed down a mug of some steaming beverage on the table, stretched her arms into the air, let out an elongated "Hnnnnnnnnnnn!'-sound and then flipped the switch on the electronic device, booting up.
"Alright! Let's forget about all that for now! I need to log on Mammy and see if I won that auction house-deal. I could really use a bunch of Pearlstone Prisms..." She lazily spoke to herself, as if it wasn't a rather peculiar thing to be talking to oneself when there was nobody else around.
Regardless, the computer infront of her had now started up, displaying a cutesy desktop-backdrop with a bunch of kittens piled upon each other in a small heap. The sight made the woman smirk and let out a small laugh. She then operated her mouse and double-clicked an icon that look like a squashed together bunch of letters, etched into a wooden diamond-shape. After a quick loadbar filled up, the log in screen for 'Mega-Online Fantasy Universe' appeared on screen, with the bombastic orchestral music blaring to life in her speakers.
"Alright." The young woman stated, deftly using her keyboard to enter username and password before, ceremoniously, tapping the 'Enter'-key as if she was finishing up a world-changing treatise or something and sending it off to the World Committee...
After scrolling through the list of her alts, twinks, mules and mains, she fianlly selected the one she wanted and entered the game proper. Sadly, the little mail-icon next to her mini-map was not blinking, meaning she had not received anything.
"Darn... I guess that's what happens when you don't stay up all night and monitor those long 12 hour biddings..." She let out a displeased puff of air. "Ah welll, might as well do my dailies before I get started on din- Eh...?"
Suddenly, her monitor wasn't displaying the onlijne game, but rather, looked like a water that someone had thrown a stone into, rippling waves travelling from the center towards the edges.
"... What? Is this... Some kind of viru- Huh?" A tendril then shot out of her screen. A tendril that looked as if it was made out billions upon billons of swirling, rotating bar-codes... The appendage didn't feel warm or cold, sticky or soft, aggressive or gentle... It was like being grabbed by air itself, and then forced to follow its direction... Which in this case was into the monitor... The girl was too confused and astounded to even let out a scream or other sound, soon finding herself pulled into a black abyss with nothing in it...
In another world, in another form...
Looking around, there was only darkness. Black, thick, inky and unpercievable darkness. Even if one put their hand infront of their face, you couldn't see it. There were specks of light or hints of illumination anywhere, nothing to offer the slightest bit of vision - and so, nothing could be seen. Not the surroundings, not oneself, nothing.
"... Did I die?" A voice asked itself aloud.
A cold seat could be felt underneath. Whatever the voice's owner was sitting on, it wasn't very pleasant. haard and cold things were sure to give you a urinal infection, so staying put was out of the question. Carefully feeling their way to one of the edges, the being within the dark carefully made slow movements, like a blind person trying to feel their way around an unfamiliar and unknown locale.
One the edge of the stone 'bed' they were on had been found, they made sure to lower one leg first and make sure there was actually somewhere to stand, before sliding off the cold slab they had risen from. Standing wasn't much different from sitting though, it was still too dark to see anything... But, there was something else now, something other than darkness...
"Voices?" The voice questioned to itself.
Yes, voices. Words spoken by others, coming from beyond the dark. What they spoke of didn't matter, or even make any sort of sense. They were infamiliar, belonging to individuals the one in the dark had never met or even heard before. But they were getting closer nontheless.
With the first crack in the dark, it was like a chick inside a egg seeing the light of day for the very first time. The overwhelming blaack abyss retreated at the luminosity now seeping in, and the voice's master could finally see something. And the first thing it wanted to see, was itself.
With vision restored, the voice's owner raised their arm infront of themselves, and was rendered speechles. Where once a scrawny, dainty arm garbed in a dark blue shirt and pale of complexion had been, there was now a slender - but with fine musle-tone - appendage made out of, seemingly, solid gold.
The owner of the voice and golden arm had no time to further inspect themselves though. For the crack that had let light into the dark now grew, and then caused what had apparently been either a door or wall to crumble. In the new opening, two figures stood. One was a man, the other a woman. Their faces were unknown. Their voice were unknown. And they were either the most die-hard cosplayers ever to exist, or something was very wrong here. The woman approached and spoke, posing a question about confusion.
"... You could say that..." The golden-armed individual replied, only now realizing that their voice was not their own. She paused for a bit, closed her eyes, taking a breath and trying to feel if something was off or wrong... But, there was no discomfort, no aches or pain, not even an itch. "I feel... Fine. Thanks for asking." The golden one replied slowly. "Now.... Where am I, how did I get here, who're you and what's going on, if you don't mind me asking?" The gold figure asked, but not in an aggressive or panicked way, nor a demanding or entitled fashion. It was a genuine and earnest series of querries, asked politely and calmly, the same way one would normally ask for directions to a place they didn't know how to get to.
As the they waited for a reply, the golden one looked around their surroundings a bit more, slowly scanning from left to right, pausing to look at the strangers infront of them for a bit, before proceeding to scan the rest of the area... They then looked down at their own body, and noticed two important things. They were no longer wearing the same clothes they'd had on before coming here, and their ... Proportions... seemed to have been warped and expanded upon.
"Well now... These certainly grew..." The golden one said, mostly to herself, looking down at her now considerably inflated chest, lifting her arms and gently putting her hands onto her own busom. Yup. Those were definetely breasts. Big, stonking, larger-than-before, humongous honkers. Firm but soft and squishy. Nothing like the washboard she was used to. After a bit more of self-groping, she proceeded to run her hands down along her own waist and hips, confirming that these too had changed rather drastically.
After having do so, the golden woman pinched herself, first on her arm, then on her tummy, and finally on her cheek.
"Nope. Not waking up. So, not a dream then." She stated casually to nobody in particular.
A semi-limp satyress was lying in a pile of crumpled shrubbery and bush. Her mouth was open in an undignified manner, her eyes looked like swirls of swirling swirliness as they - probably - stared up at the darkening sky above. The girl's head slightly rolled around on her shoulders, as if it was one of those tea cup-rides at the carnival. Then, a voice called out to the humiliatingly defeated former farmer, and her eyes blinked, returning to their regular reddish brown. She sat up straight, looking around herelf, confused, as if she didn't remember what had just happened.
Then, getting back onto her feet and brushing herself off, Brandy took a bit of time to straighten her outfit and make sure any and all twigs, leaves and dirt were proeprly removed from her person, before finally turning towards where Alice and the now squashed-head bunny were.
"whERE'S THAT CARROT-HUMPIN' SHIT!? I'LL KILL'IM!" A very enraged Brandy yelled, clenching her fist and shakingly it violently in the direction of her werewolf companion. She was almost forthing at the mouth and looked as if she was about ready to rip the head straight from the spine of anyone who dared get within arm's reach of her.
Stomping ahead like she was some kind of half-bear, half-man nightmare, the little satyr drew closer to ALice... And then, spotted the bunny on the ground. A moment of silence followed
...
Then Brandy kicked the dead rabbit. Sending it flying several feet off to the side and into some shrubbery opposite the bushes she herself had landed.
"That'll teach ya, ya damn hole-dwelling turd! Nobody messes with the face! NOBODY!" Brandy expressed her unhappiness with having had her precious mug exposed to potential disfiguring. After a couple of heavy and ragged breahts though, she seemed to calm down a bit and finally turned to her friend.
"Ah... Al... Good work, girl. Ya took down that critter like a champ, yeah! I thought you were jut some brainy book-worm-kinda-girl with a 'totes adorb tail and ears, but dang. You can bring the hurt, huh? Maa-haa-haa~!" Brandy praised, happily patting Alice on the shoulders in a firm but friendly manner. "By thebutt, Al. That... That bunny didn't mess up my face, did he?" She then asked, considerably more concerned and less spirited.
Alice would have many options here. She could tell the truth, and say that all the bunny had managed to do was leave a red mark where it'd hit the satyr... Which would probably fade by tomorrow. Or, she could play a mean prank and exaggerate the damage - which would undeniably cause Brandy no end ot anguish and may launch her into a fit. Regardless of what the werewolf chose, their job was for the most part done now. ALl that was left was to bring the dead creature to Dooch as proof, and then head back to Litroot.
Source: Mega-Online Fantasy Universe (MOFU); future MMORPG from our reality
Age: 18~20(?)
Gender: Female
Species: Avarice Demon - A type of demon that is particularly fond of, good at and inclinde to locate and gather treasure, and gain strength and power the more wealth they accumulate.
Class: Magi-Gunner
Personality: Cool, calm and collected, with a charming smile and half-closed eyes most of the time, Mammonie gives off an air of a mature, composed and competent woman. She has a friendly disposition and is both open-minded and tolerant towards others, most of the time. Unless someone's world-or-personal views collide and clash drastically with her own, at which point she can become stand off-ish and curt with them. Most often though, she's friendly and easy-going, with a carefree vibe surrounding her. She's also good-natured and likes to giggle when amused, which isn'often, since she's easily amused.
This being said, Mammonie's the type to wear her heart on her sleeve and say what's on her mind, regardless of what others may think or feel. If something annoys her, she'll point it out. If someone's doing something that's silly or dumb in her eyes, she'll say so. If someone is the ugliest bastard she ever did see, she'll let them know. There's no inherent malice or desire to pick fights and/or antagonize others, she's just the type to blurt things out without considering that what she's saying may cause friction or have unpleasant consequences.
She can also be stubborn and single-minded at times, fixating on something and forgetting everything around her. She can also be a bit naive and gullible, taking people at their word and not stopping to think about whether someone has ulterior or dishonest motives or intentionst. Naturally, when she figures out or realizes that she's been taken advantage of, she becomes what we call 'mundo-scary', and the culprit will feel her wrath.
Mammonie greatly disapproves of bullying, discrimination, intolerance, prejudice, chauvinism, abuse and other vile and unpleasant behavior. She has a particular disdain for drunks, those who take advantage of or exploit others, needlessly violent individuals and those who think its better to do nothing rather than risk their own skin. Those that try to enforce their beliefs or way of thinking onto others are also a source of irritation for her.
She does like people who're genuine, kind and friendly though, and even more-so those who're willing to help others. Mammonie herself is most the time willing to lend a helping hand, but only if she's asked first. She'd never actually help someone unless they specifically asked for it, since she doesn't like to meddle in others' business without permission.
At times she can be a bit silly, or even downright ditzy. She doesn't have much in the way of tact or social sensitivity and generally seems unabashed and unconcerned with others opinion of her. That being said, there are instances where even she finds herself flustered and embarrassed, especially if she does something wrong and is then informed about it. She also seems to have a soft-spot for cute things, and can sometimes be heard squeeing girlishly when she sees such things... Which causes her cheeks to flush afterwards when she realizes what she's done.
She can be a bit of a diva at times though, and is very concerned and meticulous about her appearance. She may not care what others think of her, but it's very important to Mammonie herself that she always 'looks good'. Because of this, she can be a bit vain at times, and honest-to-goodness narcissistic too. She's also a bit of a miser and money-grubber, and loves acquiring money and valuables - which was a big reason why she chose her avatar's species.
Her likes include; Cute things, stylish and pretty clothes, mirrors, kind people, lavender, sunflowers, earl grey tea, capuccino, milk, shrimp, mayonaise, eggs, chicken curry, mozzarella, garlic baguettes, gemstones, gold, silver, jewelry lemon soda, cider, sparkly water and her own avatar.
her dislikes include; Asparigus, avocado, liver and onions, celery, most forms of alcohol, black coffee, diet soda, oatmeal, narrowmindedness, prejudice, discrimnation, sexism, abusive people, bullying, hypcrites, spineless and selfish people, exploitation, unrequested meddling, drunks, drug-addicts, spiders, moths, lizards, fake jewelry and gems, looking disheveled and overly noisy people.
Background: Mammonie's early life wasn't particularly happy or blessed. Her father was a dead-beat drunk who spent more time at bars or park benches, drinking with other low-lives, than he did with his own family. Her mother was a hysteric drug-addict, always either addled-out-of-her-mind or looking for her next fix. Eventually, the young girl grew tired of this lifestyle and attempted to run away from home, but was rather quickly found and brought back to her squalor. Well, at least until her grandparents got fed up and came by, picked the girl up and took her with them back to their own home - having grown fed up with the poor child calling them in the middle of the night, crying.
Her life with her parents-parents was far better in every way. And thanks to her elders patience, love and support, she grew up to be a reasonable and proper young lady. Though, due to their limited finances and economy, Mammonie developed a bit of an obsession with money, not wanting to spend overly much. She also elarned that sometimes, wanting to help someone who doesn't ask for it may in fact back-fire, as her grandfather was a very proud man and could get quite upset when the young tyke tried to do things for him when he hadn't asked. Of course they also made up afterwards, but it wa a lesson she learned nontheless.
Once she became a young adult though, she felt it was wrong to impose on her elderly caretakers - even if they said that they didn't mind. As such, she got a job, saved up money and eventually moved out. Starting her own life and being self-sufficient. She made some friends, both in and outside of her work and began to live what you would call a 'normal everyday life'. On one of her days off, she was contacted by a co-worker, who introduced ehr to the online-sensation; Mega-Online Fantasy Universe! Not having bhad much experience with games in her youth, Mammonie was at first a bit skeptical, but decided to not knock somehting before she'd at least tried it.
And after trying it, she became quite pleasantly surprised. She adored the graphics and customizable characters, and had fun running around a digital world, doing silly and fun things that were otherwise humanly impossible. She spent the next six months being a regular player - not quite and addict or hardcore fan - but enough to get to the end-content and take part in most events.
... But then one day, she suddenly got sucked into her monitor while playing as normal... And ended up in a frigid, foreign and unfamiliar frozen landscape... Stuck in the body of one of her own main avatars... And she was quite bewildered.
Tailoring: The ability to turn various fabrics into clothes and accessories. Had this skill maxed out back in MOFU.
Enchanting: The ability to imbue or strip magical effects from various items. Had this skill at four-fifths of the max back in MOFU.
Cooking: The ability to turn ingredients into tasty meals with beneficial effects. Had about average skill for this in her own reality, and had this skill at about half-way to max in MOFU.
First Aid: The ability to properly treat injuries and ailments in the most basic, but correct, way. Had education on this in the real world, and in MOFU this skill was half-way to max.
Riding: The ability to properly mount, direct and stay upright on any animal meant for personal transport. Had this skill at max back in MOFU.
Driving: The ability and knowledge to properly operate a vehicle. Had a legit license in her own reality, as well as owned her own car. Had a license for operating motorcycles as wlel, but did not own such a vehicle.
Powers:
Fortune's Favorite: This passive grants a boost to all money and valuable acquired, either by killing enemies, from quest-rewards or by finding treasure chests in the wild. In MOFU this passive also allowed the holder to detect randomly generated tresure chests on their mini-map within a certain distance - regardless of if there were obstructions in the way or if they were on a differeny Y-level.
Dark Resist: As a demon, this individual has naturally high resistance to the Dark-element, and any sub-elements derived from it. This isn't an outright immunity, just a very high tolerance.
Electro Absorb: This individual has a natural ability to absorb any and all Electric-elemental damage they take, converting it into HP. This ability works regardless if the damage is physical or magical, so long as it's of the electric-type.
Eye of Quality: This individual has the ability to see and identify the truth behind any item they touch. They can see an item's properties, special features, stats and level of craftmanship, all without the need for using identification-magic or appraisal-skills, as this ability of theirs is active all the time. This skill allows them to also properly discern any item's true value and whether something is genuine, a replica or an outright counterfeit.
Dual Wielding: This skill allows the individual to make use of a single-handed weapon in each hand, at the same time, without suffering any penalties to accuracy, damage or attack-speed. Note that the person still needs the appropriate weapon-skill for the weapon(s) wielded.
Gun-Play: This passive allows the user to equip and effectively use any firearms and ranged weapons under the cclassified as a 'gun' - regardless if they be a pistol, rifle or hand-held cannon. Higher skill-level in this passive increases accuracy and critical-chance.
Swarm Shot: The user fires their weapon in such quick succession that their projecitles become similar to that of swarming insects, tightly packed and almost impossible to avoid. The skill targets a specific direction and has a width of about 10 ft. The prjectiles travel until they hit something solid, or fizzle out due to exceeding the weapon's max range.
Point-Blank Burst: When an enemy gets too close, the gunner can use this skilll. It rapdily charges energy in their weapon and unleashes it in a thick and powerful short-ranged beam infront of themself. This attack has enough power to actually push the gunner backwards, allowing them to put distance between themself and their assailant, as the beam also greatly slows the movement of anyone caught in it. This skill has a 30 second cooldown.
Five-Star Trick-shot: This skill allows the gunner to fire their weapon and bounce the projectile against surfaces - or enemies - before ending in a small explosion of magic energy. The projectile can bounce up to four times, exploding on the fifth impact. This skill allows the gunner to shoot enemies even behind cover, or to bounce an attack between multiple foes, similar to something like chain lightning.
Mortar Meteor: The gunner charges their weapon with magic energy, creating a sphere the size of a fully-grown pumpkin infront of the muzzle of their weapon. They tend fire this ball of energy in an arcing upwards fashion, causing it come crashing down in a desired area. Upon impact, it explodes like a massive cluster-bomb, causing explosions of magic damage in a 15 ft radius around the impact area. Because of its arcing trajectory, this skill can shoot over or onto walls, over cover and even into areas that a straight shot couldn't hit.
Aim: Legs: The gunner specifically targets an opponent's leg. The attack inflicts a debuff to the victim's movement-speed, as well as dealing regular weapon-damage.
Aim: Arms: Same as above, but the gunner target an opponent's arms instead. This skill inflicts a debuff to the victim's attack-speed and accuracy, along with dealing regular weapon-damage.
Aim: Back: This skill can only be used on an enemy which the gunner can see the target's back. Upon impact, the target is Knocked Down for a time, and takes regular weapon-damage.
Aim: Head: This skill makes the gunner target an opponent's head specifically. It deals considerable extra damage, has a high critical-chance modifier and leaves the victim momentarily Stunned if they survive the attack. This skill has a 60 second cooldown.
Twin Target: The gunner can use this skill to target two different individuals at the same time, provided they're dual wielding. However, this skill only allows for the use of standard attacks. If the gunner tries to use a skill, they'll automatically target the first opponent and stop attacking the second. Naturally, the gunner must have line of sight to both enemies in order to attack them.
Plasma Blast: The gunner charges a large amount of enery infront of their weapon and then unleashes a large, concentrated sphere of swirling energy. This orb is roughly the same size as a medicine ball. It moves at a slow, sub-sonic speed and can be avoided - but any foes hit by it as it travels take heavy damage and are set on fire for a time. The further the projectile travels, the samller it gets though - eventually fading into nothing.
Splitshot: The gunner fires a projectile that splits into multiple identical bullets. This creates a fan-like wave of projectiles that sweep forth from the user. The gunner can select the spread of the shot by targeting far away from themself (tighter spread), or close to themself (wider spread).
Vulcan Fire: This skill throws accuracy and critical-chance out the window. Instead, the gunner will stand still in one place and unload and unedning barrage of magic bullets in the same vein of a gatling gun. This skill puts down a veritable curtain of cover-fire in a desired direction, but the gunner cannot move. They can adjust where they're firing, but if they move the skill is cancelled. This is a channeled skill and can be maintained so long as the gunner has MP.
Mode Two: The gunner can, in emergencies, turn their firearms into melee-weapons. This is done by creating an energy-blade - the same length as a typical long sword - from the barrel. This way, the gunner can fight in close-quarters should they need to. Note, this is a channeled skill that constanly drains MP, and the gunner cannot use any of their gun-skills as long as the weapon(s) is in blade-mode.
Power Charge: The gunner maximizes the output of her weapon(s). This slows her rate of fire by 50%, but increases the damage-output of her regular attacks and skill-based attacks by 1.5x, for as long as she maintains this skill. This is a channeled skill, but it ddoesn't cost MP to maintain since it has a demerit. This skill does cause the durability of any equipped weapon(s) to drop faster as well though, so the gunner needs to be careful and watch their gear.
Disco Bomb: The gunner fires a large orb of magic-energy that lazily floats to the desired location. Once there, it begins spewing out laser-like beams in every and any direction, until the magic that keeps it together is used up and it pops like a balloon, causing a small 5 ft diameter explosion. This skill is best used in an enclosed, but open enviroment. The beams also curve around and won't hit the gunner or her allies if they're within range.
Chromecalibur: A magic gun of great power. It fires luminous azure bolts of concentrated magic. As a magical firearm, it doesn't require ammunition, just MP to fuel it. By default its attacks deal some Cold-element damage along with its regular damage. This weapon has also been enchanted to increase its wielder's Agility. Chromecalibur has a unique active ability with a 1 hour cooldown. It can triple its own attack-speed for 10 seconds.
Star-Ender: Another magic gun of incredible power. it fires luminous glowing golden bolts of concentrated magic energy. By default the weapon deals some Electric-element damage along with its normal damage. As a magic firearm it doesn't need ammo, just MP. This item has been enchanted to also deal fire-damage. Star-Ender has a unique active ability with a 1 hour cooldown. It can create a gravity-well on a fired-upon target, causing them to be stuck in place for 8 seconds and take crushing earth-elemental damage.
Gambler Godess' Garb: This revealing outfit grants avearge physical and magic defenses to the wearer. Its main selling-point though is that it grants the wearer increased critical hit-rate while worn, and good resistances to Dark and Holy-elemental damage. It also comes with a unique ability with a 1 hour cooldown, which grants the wearer a Haste-buff for 10 seconds.
Glitterworld Gloves: These fancy elbow gloves grant physical and magic defense on par with other Cloth-armor of the same level. They grant good amounts of Fire and Ice-resistance though, and gives a small boost to the wearer's attack-speed. They also have an active ability with a 1 hour cooldown that let's them open a single locked container without the need for the actual key, lockpicks or appropriate skill (Doesn't work on quest, palayer-owned or magically locked objects though).
High-roller's Heels: These swanky high-heel boots are more than just a pretty and glamorous piece of apparel. They offer good physical and magic defense, resistance to Earth-elemental damage and resistance to all forms of movement-impairing ailments (Slow, Paralysis, Knock Down, Immobilize, etc). They've also been enchanted to grant the wearer better Jump-height/length and Waterwalking.
Ambition: Mammonie's ambition, be it in the reality' she's form herself, or this new one, will always be the same. The acquisition of vast amounts of wealth so she can live a comfortable and luxurious life.
Other:
Mammonie's name is a massive pun. Not only idoes it include "Mammon", one of the seven deadly sins representing greed, but it's also a play on the words 'My Money'.
Some of Mammonie's attacks are based on gun-skills from the Disgaea-series. In particular, Point-Blank Burst and Five-Star Trick-shot.
Mammonie's Mortar Meteor-skill is based on Annie's "bomb" from Wild Guns.
The Splitshot-skill is based on one of the Amazon's abilities from Diablo II.
The various 'Aim:'-skills in Mammonie's arsenal are based on skills that the Archer-class in Final Fantasy Tactics Advance have uses.
Druid Girl shook her head at the nomad's proposal to get the rats and roaches to fight one another.
"I can't actually command the animals I speak with to do anything. I can ask them for help or information, but telling them to do something that'll endanger their own lives... Well, I'm not advanced enough yet to fully order them around." She explained, scratching the back of her head and looking a bit dejected. Emphasized further by the girl kicking a small bit of stone into the nearby stream of nasty. "Still, I can at least handle talking any of them out of blocking our way if we need to run." She added, confidently puffing out her chest and putting on a big smile, full of determination.
At Big Red's comments, and the newly invented nickname for their nomad archer-friend, Druid Girl stifled a laugh by covering her mouth with her hand. Little Puff? Now that was just adorable, and it fit the cute little archer perfectly too! She'd have to remember to try calling her female comrade that at a later time too, and hopefully get it to stick. It was a shame Lizzie-poo hadn't worked out with Big Red, but hey, you can't have everything.
Reaching over and taking the map from the lizardman, Druid Girl would do her best to read the chicken-scratches and faded, or blurry, lines of their map. To tell the truth, it was almost more of a hassle to try and navigate with the damn thing rather than just venture forth without it! Heck, Big Red were leaving smart little markings wherever they went, so it wans't like they'd get lost anyway. But the former farm girl couldn't bring herself to saying that, so instead she kept directing the party - safe inbetween Big Red in the front and the Steppe Archer behind her.
For a while they travelled west through a passage, then turned south for a bit, then west again. At another crossroad, they kept going west. Oddly, they didn't encounter any giant roaches or giant rats. A few regular sized rats, sure, but those fled as soon as they picked up on the trio's approach, squeaking in panic as they sktitered off to save their lives.
"Strange... We should've encountered at least some critters by now." Druid Girl said, lowering the map for a bit and looking around. "And we haven't seen any bones either, so it's not like the roaches killed and ate all the rats, and if the rats had eaten the roaches, there should've been plenty of them around to get in our way." The nature-specialist summarized.
Something was obviously strange, wrong or very much both of the above.
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"Huh?"
A strange noise was heard in the distant dark of the tunnel just ahead of them. It was a bizarre, sloshy noise, like a mix of someone slamming a slab of fresh meat onto a counter while also pouring a large bucket of water into a sink. The noise also seemed to have a rhytm or pacing to it, sounding off then falling quiet for a little while, before giving off another slosh. It was a rather unpleasant noise to be sure though, and Druid Girl could feel the hairs on her neck stand on end.
"W-what's that noise? It's... It's not a sound anything living down here should be making..." She said in an obviously nervous tone. At this point, she'd stuffed the map into her pouch and unhooked the sickle she kept on her hip.
With another wave of wet, goopy sounds, whatever was making the bizarre noise was - undeniably - drawing closer. Druid Girl tried to peer past Big Red to try and see if she could spot the ... Whatever it was... But to no avail. The thing about torchlight and light in otherwise darkness as a rule was that you could see fairly well in your immediate vicinity, but seeing anything far away was as good as staring into pitch black ink.
Still... The group didn't have to wait for long, for within seconds, the source of the sound finally came around the corner of a short corridor just ahead of them.
"... What the heck is that thing?" Druid Girl said after a brief moment of staring, blinking and rubbing her eyes.
She was looking at... Well... A goopy mass of sludge. Just... Sludge. It had no shape or form other than a collection of goo and gunk. It had a strange beige-green coloration, no eyes, no ears, no mouth, no limbs... It was like someone had taken a sheet, filled it with liquid and then made it semi-transparent. Whatever this thing was, it was clearly neither animal nor insect. But regardless of that, it seemed to be aware that there were some lifeforms nearby... And it was slowly advancing towards the group.
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