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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Leviathan's Odyssey 4:

Conquest

*more time has passed and Lucifer is in his room finishing a mountain of paperwork when he hears a knock on his door. Before he even has a chance to ask who it is, Asmo and Mammon stumble into the room - both looking like they've just been through a war zone. Mammon us cradling a sleeping but equally messy looking Satan against his shoulder. Lucifer stands upon seeing them in such a state*

Lucifer: What in the world happened to you three?? Weren't you just taking Satan to the market?!

Asmo: *throws his hands up in exasperation* We did, but this little beast leapt out of my arms and attacked the cute succubus I was chatting up!!

Mammon: You'd think she stole his wallet or somethin'...

Asmo: *rolls his eyes and glares at his brother* No, Mammon. You stole her wallet.

Mammon: *smirks despite himself* What? You're a good distraction.

Asmo: Oh, shut up scumbag!

Mammon: Hey! I am not a-!!!

Lucifer: *beams Mammon in the head with a pen and whispers urgently* Quiet…! Or you'll wake him up…

*both Mammon and Asmo exchange looks before silently agreeing to keep it down… for all their sakes…*

Asmo: Still… it was so awful, Lucifer… You should have seen what he did to that lovely woman's neck…! And her face… Ugh… *starts actually tearing up* Such a waste of good beauty…

Mammon: *shrugs, unbothered really* Eh. Least he learned his first word today.

Lucifer: *raises his eyebrows in disbelief* He did?? I didn't think he was capable of speech… *he starts to walk over to them to have a look at the sleeping baby* What word?

Mammon: *sweatdrops* Um… well. It's "D-"

*before Mammon can finish his sentence, Satan's eyes suddenly fling open having sensed Lucifer near and he howls a shrill, baby-ish battlecry-*

Satan: DIE!!!

*he whips his head around and sinks what few - but sharp - teeth his demon body has into Mammon's cheek, making his older brother scream and drop him instinctively. Thankfully, Lucifer is close enough to catch the snarling boy before he hits the ground*

Mammon: *clutches his bleeding cheek* OW!! What the hell was that for!?!

Lucifer: Mammon!! Don’t drop the baby!

Mammon: But he bit me!! On the FACE!!!

Lucifer: I don't care!!

*he holds Satan out at a cautious arms length while he throws his little fists in the air*

Satan: DIE!! Diediedie!!! Die die DIE DIE!!!

Lucifer: Well… He does seem fond of that word, doesn't he…? *sighs*

Asmo: How uncute… *sighs along with brother but Lucifer shakes his head*

Lucifer: Yes, but this is still a promising development…

Mammon: It is?? The little monster attacked a chick and bit me!

Lucifer: He's not a monster, or need I remind you that he's a demon? Just like the rest of us.

*both Lucifer’s glare and his words make Mammon shrink back a little, re-thinking what he said silently...*

Lucifer: … And no. Not the biting, you imbecile. The talking. If he can speak, then maybe soon he can reason. And if he can do that, he can learn…

Mammon: What good is that gonna do us if he's tryin' to bite our heads off…?

Lucifer: *looks at Mammon with deepening irritation* Because if he can learn, we can teach him not to do that, my sweet, stupid baby brother… *he sighs again and starts bouncing Satan in his arms to get him to calm down*

Lucifer: One of you go get Mr. Whiskers… I'll stay with him for now.

Mammon: Not it!

*he books it from the room to go find a bandage, leaving Asmo with Lucifer and little Satan. The more Lucifer rocks and bounces the little demon, though, the more he appears to calm down and even start to smile. It’s as cute as a baby’s grin always is*

Satan: Die! Die~!

Asmo: *watches Lucifer actually calm the little hellspawn down in disbelief* Wow… I didn't think he could actually smile…

Lucifer: *looks down at the grinning baby with a somewhat relieved expression on his face* As long as he's not shouting anymore… Now go get Mr. Whiskers. He's in the crib over there.

Asmo: *looks at the calmed baby a moment longer before sighing to his brother* If you insist...

~Meanwhile in the Midst of an Underwater Battlefield~

*the ocean water is awash in bloody colors as Levi cuts down another ravenous beast in his way. He's been carving a path through the Devil's Sea for weeks now with Lotan by his side, his pace only increasing as his power grows*

*his conquest started small, only taking new territories that were close to his own, but there was always something needling the back of his mind… A bitter and resentful feeling that he couldn't quite place, nor direct, but anytime he saw somewhere better than his own it just spurred him forward...*

"Why can't I have that, too??"

*he'd lost his home, his family, his safety and it just wasn't fair ...But he was going to fix that*

*swinging his trident through murky water, he easily slashes through and dismembers the hordes of grunts attempting to charge him. They're no match for him, really. His increasingly war torn body seemed to be made for this - for darting along the currents and impaling everything in his wake… Any wounds he’d get would heal instantly, every life he’d take fueled him farther. He hadn’t slept in days and honestly, he didn’t need to. He had never been strong as an angel but now? He could gut creatures thrice his size...*

*he has to slash through waves upon waves of body fodder before he finally feels the blades connect with his actual target. An enormous beast that dwarfs him without question, shaped like a man but with an array of talon-lined tentacles instead of feet. Its size compared to the mere minions that surround him marking it as the alpha of its race*

*it snarls and attempts to lunge for him, but Levi plunges the prongs of his trident through the scales of its neck to halt it. The wounds are shallow… for now. But one wrong move and a decapitation is guaranteed*

Levi: (Stand. Down.)

*the creature attempts to screech at him, but one slight twist of the trident silences its cries. The chaotic fighting starts to calm around them as the rest of the beast's colony freezes. Levi can’t hide a satisfied smirk, he likes it when they push back just a little... it makes the surrender feel even better. He doesn’t let up on the pressure for a moment, but he regards the beast with cold, slitted eyes - assessing what's before him…*

Levi: (Can you understand me...?)

*the creature doesn’t respond to him with words, but a low rumble from its chest resembling acknowledgement... He’s worked with less*

Levi: (Good enough. You have two choices.) *he presses the blades just a centimeter deeper and forces the creature to look him in the eye*

Levi: (Join me… or die.)

*Lotan’s seven snapping heads rise up from behind him, long necks weaving in and out from each other as every one seems to strain to reach the victim first. Behind his one friend, other creatures of all shapes and sizes - each more horrifying than the last - peel away from their battles with the grunts and fall in line behind him. Soon, there are twenty or so other towering monstrosities who all met with a similar offer. Join his ranks or perish in an instant...*

*the creature watches Levi and his hungry generals crowd the water before it and lets out one last hiss… before bowing its head in silence. Levi takes this as a sign of defeat and pulls his trident free. Blood pools into the water around them, but the cuts are shallow enough to heal*

Levi: *doesn’t even glance back to at his ranks, but gives a command anyway* (Take him.)

*long, black tendrils lash out from behind him and start to drag away his new recruit. It’ll get used to things with them soon enough... While the grunts disperse to follow their former leader, one of Lotan’s many heads joins his smaller friend*

Lotan: (More land for us… Good land.)

Levi: (But there’s still better…) *the feeling comes back to him like a swarm of buzzing bees festering beneath his skin... raw, burning, and irritating* (Isn’t there?)

Lotan: (Yes.) *the beast again licks at the floating blood by its snout. If he realizes Levi’s upset, he’s not saying anything… he never does* (Far better. Always better. But not strong enough yet…)

*Levi finally glances back at his forces, holding his trident aloft - like clockwork, those who see it freeze and the others follow suit, all awaiting their next command. Some he bested in battle, others he dragged in by force - others still only following him because they sense the strength within... a veritable army growing beneath the waves…*

Levi: (We’re going to be.)

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons

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biglion2 · 4 years ago

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WORK IN PROGRESS NO MORE

I did an AI dungeon and thought "Hey that's cute" so I decided to take the ai dungeon, post it here, and fix it, but I have no motivation or time to do that, so I'm gonna give this away. General summary is

Link is soldier. Link like horses. Link go to Ranch. Link meet Malon. Malon like Link and Link like Malon. They sing and play ocarina (unrelated to Saria or Time) . Link get ring because Link like like Malon. Blue Lynel kill one of Malon's cows. Link fights the Blue Lynel. Link kill Blue Lynel. Link propose. Happily ever after.

I post this cause I want this shit out of my drafts. Feel free to take it and make it your own. I really don't care, just give some kind of credit and change it around for the better. Maybe fix it so it's not first person, that's weird. Anyways, here ya go.

Haha AI Dungeon go brrrrrrr

This is Link. Link is a Knight in the kingdom of Hyrule. Link is living the simple life of the Hylian soldier, when a lovely red head peasant known as Malon has caught his eye, and he wishes to meet her. The only problem is that he has no money for a carriage ride, let alone a date with this pretty girl. In fact, you don't even know where she lives!

> You ask someone of where Malon is. "Hey, do you know where Malon is?" A young man with a long ponytail answers. He looks like he's about your age, but his hair is wilder than yours. He says she lives on Lon Lon Ranch, and that you ought to ride there. "Wow, thanks for the info!" You say. You thank the man and ride off to get yourself there as quickly as possible.

> You find Malon milking the cows. You ride up to the barn, smiling. "Hello!" You call. A young girl with a mess of curly red hair and a kind face walks out. It's Malon. She smiles. She says "Hello, what can I do for you?" Her voice is beautiful. "I'm Link. You're pretty." You say, trying to make your voice sound less... manly. She laughs.

> You say "So what do you do? "

"Oh, nothing much. I just milk the cow, fill jugs with milk, and sometimes... I give fresh milk to people." She says.

> You say "Oh, that's an... interesting life you lead"

"It's boring, but it's simple, so I sleep well at night." You nod. "Where are you going to next?" She asks.

> You say "I don't really know. There are no conflicts right now so me and the rest of the soldiers are just around. If you'd like I can come back tommorow. "

"That would be nice." You nod. "Okay then. See ya later." You wave, and walk back home.

> You travel back to Lon Lon Ranch to meet Malon again on the break of dawn. You arrive at the small house you saw Malon enter earlier. A thought strikes you. "It's odd. I've never had my heart taken before. But then again, I've never really had a..." Malon comes out of the small house and greets us again as if nothing happened the day before. "Hello." She says. "Good day." you say in return. "So... what shall we do today?" You have a few suggestions in mind.

> You say "We could have a walk around that horse stable. It's pretty large."

"Yes, I'd like that." You lead the way as you set out to explore the stable. The stable is large, with room for multiple horses to graze and even a small stream with a fountain.

> You say "I'm sorry if I'm prying, but how do you afford this? "

"Oh, you'd be amazed at what people will pay for." You nod. "How come you don't have a husband?" You ask. She laughs.

> You say "Can I ride one of the horses? "

"Of course." She says, leading the way to the stable. You look at the a few of the foals. They're so young! You just want to pick one up and take them home with you.

> You say "Can I ride this horse here? It says it's name is Epona. "

"Oh, of course!" You pick up the small foals tail and jump onto the horse. You hold on to her mane as she stands still for you to get a good grip.

> You say "This horse is strong"

"It is." You stand up in the stirrups and try to spot something in the distance. As you're turning your head, you feel a little bump in the head.

> You brush it off and ride Epona through the horse riding field. Over the period of some hours, you and Malon have been riding back and forth across the same fields. You stop riding for a moment when you notice the sun beginning to come up.

> You say "How long have we been out here?"

"Oh... I think it's almost dawn." She points to the east, which is just beginning to glow a soft pink. "You know, horses are very social animals. They like being with other horses."

> You say "That's nice. Let's get some sleep. I'll come back tommorow. "

"OK..." She nods, then trots over to a small stream. She stops, nudges the water with her nose, and looks up at you expectantly.

> You go back to your home in Castle Town and rest, it's a quaint little home, possibly a little too small, but it works. The next day, you come back to Lon Lon Ranch and continue with your time with Malon from the previous day. "Yes, that would be nice. I have a few of the cattle drivers in my employ."

"OK. What about musicians? Do you need them? Malon says "No, that won't be necessary I think I can manage to sing my way out of any trouble that may arise." She smiles and stares down, thinking.

> You say "Can you sing for me? My best friend had given me an Ocarina a while back, and I always carry it. i can play it with you while you sing. "

"Yes, that would be lovely!" You smile and fiddle with your ocarina. You play a little melody, and Malon looks positively beaming.

> You say "Can you sing for me your song now? " She nods happily and starts to sway her body to the music. As she starts to sing, you close your eyes and become immersed in the music. You really think that nothing could be better than this.

> You start to play your ocarina in harmony with Malon. You and she begin to play the song in perfect unison. Her emotions are clear in her voice, though you are trying hard to keep focused and just play the ocarina. "That was lovely."

> You say "It truly was. Can I teach you a song? It's called the Minuet of Forest. I learned from an old friend, and I want to teach you the song. "

"Yes, please!" You begin to play the song, and you're a little surprised at how quickly she picks it up. She matches your timing note for note.

> You say "You learned very quickly! Now can you teach me your song?" She nods and begins to play. It's not the same melody you heard from her before, but it's still very pretty. She begins to sing, and you close your eyes and focus on the music again. You and Malon play songs and sing and dance and laugh for hours. It seems that the more you do this, the more you have in common.

> You say "I've never felt such joy in such a long time! Thank you Malon. "

"You're welcome." You place your ocarina back in your pouch "I'm exhausted now. I'll come back the next day, if you don't mind."

"I don't" She beams "Thank you for this. This is the best day in too long."

"It's my pleasure." You go back to Castle Town. This time, to the Jewelry Store instead of home. You enter the store, and the jeweler smiles at you. "How are you today?"

"Fine thank you." > You say "How expensive is this silver ring? "

"Well, it's silver..."

"I mean in terms of money." He sighs. "That depends on what you want it for."

> You say "It's for a special someone. How many rupees is it worth? "

"Hmm, that depends."

"On what?"

"Whether you want to buy it for your wife, mother, sister or yourself." Your face grows red.

> You say "Wife." "Oh, then it's only 500 rupees." You're still a bit red. "OK." He takes out the ring and puts it in a little box. "That will be 500 rupees.

> You give the jeweler 500 rupees and leave. You walk out of the store, and you head back home. You travel back to Lon Lon Ranch the next day to meet Malon yet again. You feel really good when you know she's probably waiting for you. When you arrive, Malon is already there. She looks a little sad though. "Oh... you're back." she says.

> You ask "What happened? " She sighs. "Nothing. That's what happened." You frown and she continues.

> You listen to her. "There was a big storm last night, and I lost Miss Minnie, one of my cows.

> You say "I'm sorry to hear about that. "

"There's more. A huge beast came and killed my other cow!"

"That's horrible! How were you able to fight it off?" Malon answers "I couldn't! It left after a while. Now I only have one cow left, so I can't get enough milk to sell. Not only that, but that beast is still out there, probably not that far off." You look out into the distance and can't help but agree. The beast really could be anywhere.

> Link decided. "I'll find it and kill it."

"You will?" she asks in surprise. "Yeah." you say confidently. She squeals and hugs you. "Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart!

You think that it's still nearby, but you can't tell. You never see it, but you're sure it's there.The beast arrives. It has horns the size of a Blue-Maned lynel, hooves as sharp as of a Blue-Maned lynel, a mane the color of a Blue-maned lynel- it's a Blue-Maned Lynel! You try to take a stand, but your sword is deflected by it's powerful spear. The beast charges at you, and you barely manage to escape it's path. > You mount it and attack it from the back. You gallop around it, circling it so you can attack from the back. You go for a backstab, but the creature easily turns around and deflects your blade with it's spear. > You stab the jugular. You drive your sword into the creature's neck and try to stab it, but the creature turns around again and manages to knock your sword out of your hand. You're left unarmed and at the mercy of the beast. The beast readies a fire ball, but you deflect it back at the beast, stunning it long enough for you to get your sword back. It charges at you, but this time you dodge out of the way and run up to it. You plant your sword firmly into it's head while it's still running at you. The beast is killed instantly. You're exhausted, but happy that the beast is dead. > You tell Malon of what you've achieved. You return home with your dead foe, and all the while Malon looks on in shock. "You've done it! You've saved the farm!" she squeals. "I'm so happy!" > You say "I know, but it got me bad, so can I have somewhere to rest please? " "Of course." Malon says. You lay down on the floor and drift off to sleep. You begin to feel a warm, comforting sensation. It feels like you're being hugged, and you feel at peace. The next morning, you go to speak with Malon. She's relieved to see that you're back to your old self. "Thank goodness! I was starting to worry about you, what with the beast attacks and all." "Yeah, well I killed the beast." > You say "Now, I have a question to ask of you. " "Oh?" she responds. You take the ring out of your pouch and ask her the question. "Will you marry me?" Malon doesn't say anything for a moment, then she answers. "I'd be honored to marry you." > You lift Malon up into the air with a great big hug. You lift Malon up into the air, and the pair of you hug for a long time. This is definitely how it should be. The next week, a ceremony is held to celebrate your official marriage. It's a simple event, just you and Malon, the Kakariko villagers, your friends, some of the army soldiers, and of course your new horse, Epona.

But it was good. It really was.

#malink #ocarina of time

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destiny-smasher · 6 years ago

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Spirit Batteries (Commission)

You can read this on AO3 if you prefer.

A/N: This is a giftfic commission from Twitter user @Porecomesis for Hayley @sakura-rose12 as a birthday gift! It is strongly recommended you have read her webcomic Dame Daffodil as well as played the FREE Life is Strange episode The Awesome Adventures of Captain Spirit. (I take a major liberty from the vague ending of the episode to make this fic work)

The Awesome Adventures of Captain Spirit is a free downloadable side story in the Life is Strange Universe. Dame Daffodil is an original webcomic.

It's strongly recommended you have experienced both before reading this short story.

If you'd like to commission me to write for you, feel free to send me a message! No budget is too small, we can always make something work!

~~~

“You got 'em?!” Her arms were starting to get some rope burn from how taut the whips were around them. “I've-” Alesea grunted out, her footing slipping slightly. She regained it. “I've got them!” She wrapped her mystical whips another loop tighter around her arms, trying her best to dig into the street curb. The black beast that they were attempting to subdue was proving to be an inconvenience. They all were, of course, but Alesea had convinced Charo – er, that is, since Lady Lily had convinced Dame Daffodil – that they ought to try striving toward safer, less destructive resolutions. While that had sounded simple enough in Alesea's head, in practice it was quickly becoming quite a pain, even with the two of them working together. Ales-...Lily had tied the creature with her whips, using two street signs as support to keep the creature from moving – a trick she had self-taught on a football field not long ago. Daffodil had needed some time to deal with the smaller creatures it had spit out. “I feel-” Daffodil zapped one. “-sorta bad-” Zapped another. “-'cause they're kinda cute.” And another. “Cute, perhaps,” Lily panted out. “but...still dangerous!” “Just like someone I know!” said Daffodil with a wide grin and a wink – all the while frying another creature. Lily smirked in spite of their circumstances, her eyes rolling a little in endeared amusement. Lily's gut reaction had been to gather these small beings up rather than outright destroying them – but they had no idea how these beasts functioned yet, and no real means of containing them. Where would they even put them? And how would they have any assurances they could even be contained? The creatures had demonstrated unnatural speed and strength. Yet if they left so many little ones out to roam, who knew what could happen? They could grow – multiply? It would be quite a mess. For the time being, it was unfortunately safer to try and attract their attention, and, well...get rid of them. Keeping their...mother? How did these things work? Well, keeping their parent creature subdued and angry seemed to be keeping the creatures nearby, hostile, yet their small size and scattered formation made them easy for Daffodil to deal with. Lily was getting tired out from keeping the larger creature pinned down, however. With a skip in her step, Daffodil taunted and clapped, drawing the remaining little ones near her, while Lily trembled and burned from the work she was doing. Daffodil airily posed, “Having a partner to help out is making this monster-fighting stuff so much easier, huh?” -zap- “Two flower-powered heads are better than-” “Daffodil,” Lily grunted through clenched teeth, her strength starting to give out. “Yup!” Daffodil squeaked sheepishly, focusing more deliberately on her task. As more small, growling black monsters were getting...killed? They seemed like living creatures, yet...also sort of not? Alesea's mind was filled with moral problems with all of this as it was. But regardless of how Alesea felt about these matters, Lady Lily was still obligated to protect human beings, first and foremost. Her feet had been using a street curb to bolster herself, but her sore legs gave way long enough for her slip a little. That slight slide, however, was exactly the moment the black, multi-legged beast had been waiting for. With Lily's whips slack for a second, the monster wriggled free, its spider-like legs rampaging at its captor in a spiteful charge. Lily stumbled backward from the disconnect, falling over. Her concentration broken, her whips' power faltered. Her heart froze for a moment as the spear-like feet of the monster punctured small craters into the pavement, heading straight for her. Its eyeless face was somehow filled with rage as its mandibles snapped. Lily re-focused her whips, trying to slash them at the beast – anything to mitigate its advance. Minimal effect, a few grazing scratches which barely slowed the monster down. “Alesea!” cried Daffodil with alarm, dashing toward the impending threat and firing off a beam – but the monster was too quick, and her attack instead cut through one of the street signs, sending it toppling over. The smaller creatures took the opportunity to swarm at Daffodil – and while most had been disposed of, enough still remained where their gnawing bites crippled the Dame to her knees to try and blast them off. “I-CHANGED-MY-MIND-THEY'RE-NOT-CUTE!!” Having scrambled to her feet, Lily had second or two to spare before the larger monster reached her. She cracked her whips at its feet, attempting to tangle them up. This somewhat succeeded, but rather than trapping the beast, it merely sent it skidding briefly before its multiple legs regained traction and cut through the whips again. Daffodil, still scraping spider-like biting from her legs, fired off another beam in a panic. This, too, missed its mark, nearly clipping Lily on the way – a gust of air pushed at her in the beam's wake. The monster lunged. Lily pulled her whips back in. But there wasn't enough time. -snap- Lily fell to her back. -snap snap- But...the creature had missed? An odd hissing. The monster was...floating. Right in front of Lily. Thrashing its mandibles in her direction, swiping its sharp legs every which way, yet...stationary in the air. It was pretty strange, all right. And Lily surely had not stopped its advance. But Daffodil, squashing and zapping small creatures off of her, looked just as puzzled. A weird moment of quiet fell over the the lot, and the monster even gave up its struggle. -zap- The beast exploded into black dust with a weak screech as Dame Daffodil finally hit her mark. The suddenness of it threw Lily off guard, another gust of air rushing past her from the destructive blow. A piece of black dust landed where the monster had just been, and a black flower quickly sprouted from its position. Daffodil was scrambling through a small batch of black critters to reach her partner. “You OK?!” Charo cried out, tripping up a bit on the beasties. “Cut it-!” she growled at them, shaking them off. “Alesea?!” “I-I'm all right,” Alesea replied, baffled at what had just happened. “How did you do that?” she asked, pulling her whips back in and ready to squash some more...'bugs?' “Do what?” Daffodil panted, kicking a couple more off of her feet. She zapped one. “Couldn't hit it until you got it to stop moving. Good stuff!” “I didn't...-” Lily noticed how tuckered out Daffodil was, but there were still maybe ten or so of the annoying pests to deal with. The poor girl's legs were all...nibbled. Yikes. Was going to be fun explaining that one to Sel...An impromptu hiking trip gone wrong? Or maybe she'd...fallen on her bike? Charo...didn't have a bike. Or maybe-? Alesea then realized that the remaining monsters were...also floating, now. Slowly being shoved together into a black, fuzzy ball. “Whoa,” Daffodil murmured in awe. “You get a new power already? ¡Guauu~!” She was pressing her wrists to her cheeks, glowing a smile of admiration at Lily, who...wasn't doing anything. “I-...It's not...-” Lily gestured a confused hand at the blob of creatures, writhing around one another and emitting their strange hissing squeaks. “My Lady's the best,” Charo smugly cited, snapping a finger at Alesea with one hand, while zapping the beasties to dust with the other. “Teamwork makes the dreamw-” “Why do you keep doing that?” Lily and Daffodil both froze at this, spoken from somewhere to their side. There was...a boy there, emerging from a payphone booth, his hand extended toward them. He sighed, letting his hand drop. He was...dressed in spray-painted cardboard, a cape, and a face-painted mask of blue. Couldn't have been much older than ten, if even that. As he approached them, he dejectedly pointed out, “Heroes aren't s'pposed to kill people...” Lily felt her face flush at this, and she glanced at Daffodil nervously. “Th-Those weren't people,” Daffodil sheepishly defended. Slamming her fists on her hips, she said with a prim nod, “Those were monsters. We-...We're saving people.” “But aren't you super heroes?” the boy asked. “I thought you don't kill - that's what makes you super.” The color probably drained from the heroines' faces as they offered squeamish smiles at that naive idea.

“We don't...hurt people,” Daffodil pointed out, with a shrug. A shrug?? Not exactly convincing... “We don't want to hurt anyone,” Lily explained. Traffic was starting to pile up a bit and police sirens could be heard approaching from the distance. Admirers of the flower-blazoned heroes were cautiously making their approach, phone camera snapping and all. Dame Daffodil went about greeting her enthusiastic fans and explaining things, while Lily pulled the child off the street. “Look, um...-” She noticed him rubbing at his eyes, squinting at her. Oh, right – some magic about their costumes made it so people couldn't see their faces. “I'm Lady Lily. What's your name?” The kid tightened his cape and nodded, hands at his sides. “I'm Captain Spirit,” he announced, deepening his voice. Lily giggled a bit at this, smiling. A hero wannabe, huh? His accent, though...- “You're not from around here, are you, Mr. Spirit?” “It's Captain. And no. I'm-...I, uh, am on a mission to explore for new allies. We need all the help we can to take down the mastermind Mantroid.” “Oh, um....Mantroid, is it?” Lily nodded seriously. “I think I've...heard of him before.” “Really?” the kid checked, his 'hero' act fizzling into suspicion. “W-well, Lady Lily has heard of him.” She winked. Then wondered if he could even tell. But based on the way his lips went agape, his eyes narrowed, and he nodded back, she sensed he could. “He's quite...a bad...egg. Isn't he?” “Um, well, he's more of a...force of negative energy that...-” “So!” Dame Daffodil pounced upon them, startling them both. “Does this kiddo wanna join the team?” she teased with a sly-eyed grin. “Oh, no, Ma'am,” Captain Spirit insisted with his deepened voice, crossing his arms over his measly but puffed chest. “I already have a team of my own. But I am looking for allies to join our cause against the killer Mantroid and his-” “Hey, who's the kid?” Some of the gathering passersby were getting eager about their, er, new acquaintance. “Uh, actually, yea,” said Daffodil, “what's your name, buddy? Where's your parents?” “I'm Captain Spirit, fellow crime-fighter. My, um-...W-well, I...-” Lily gently placed a hand on the kid's frail shoulder. “It's all right,” she gently assured. “You can trust us with your secret identity, and we can help you find your family.” “Yea, we're real super heroes,” Daffodil said cheerfully. “We know how to keep a secret.” “Hey, I am a real super hero, too,” the child claimed, shrugging out of Alesea's grasp. “I helped you beat those monsters, remember?” Aaaand then Alesea suddenly remembered – that strange stuff that had happened, which had no accounted explanation. “Whoa, wait,” said Daffodil, leaning over Lily, who was bent over toward the kid. “You serious?” She whispered at Lily, “Is he serious?” The police cars had shown up and were surveying the damage – minimal, compared to what could have happened. A car crash in the middle of the intersection from when the monster had first attacked, and Daffodil had escorted the drivers – safe, thankfully. Other cars had piled up, and it wasn't the busiest road. A damaged street sign, another one bent over, and some potholes. So, not as bad as it could've been. But, still... “Time to go,” Lily decided, nudging Daffodil off her. Her partner slipped off her shoulder, rolling sideways and nimbly skidding onto her feet. “Let's get you back to your family, Mr. Spirit.” “It's Captain. Not Mister.” “Right! Sorry.” “Are your folks nearby?” Daffodil asked, surveying the crowd and waving to a police officer. “Uh, no, they...-” The boy's were quivering a bit at this question, which had Alesea worried. “My...grandparents are...probably still at the hotel, but...-” “Do you know the way there?” Lily asked. The child nodded with hesitation. “Off we go, then,” Daffodil declared, scooping the boy up in one arm and tucking him over her shoulder. “Wah-!” he was appropriately surprised. There were some startled sounds from the small crowd that had gathered at the intersection. “This-...This missing boy was separated from his family!” Lady Lily assured with a bashfully courteous wave, raising her voice at the lot. “We're...escorting him home!” “Definitely not kidnapping!” Daffodil added, bounding off with the child in tow. ~~~ Having gotten themselves far enough away from the little monster incident back there, Daffodil and Lily stopped between a deli shop and a liquor store – a cozy little alleyway would offer enough cover for them to sort this all out. “All right, I think we should be good here,” Lily advised. Daffodil nodded, setting the boy down – he groaned and grumbled a bit, straightening his cardboard armor, shuffling his hair a bit, and adjusting his cape. “You OK?” Daffodil checked. He nodded, but definitely appeared to be perturbed. “Why were you hiding?” Lily asked. “I mean, why aren't you with your family?” Daffodil excitedly squealed, “And was that you who did the cool, like, levitation-y thing?” He raised a brow at Daffodil, who was looked quite bright-eyed and eager. “It's all right,” said Lily, deactivating her ring. Her magical appearance flashed away, revealing her everyday form – currently dressed in khaki shorts and a white tanktop. With a wry smile at the boy's shocked expression, she told him, “See? We know what it's like to have to keep these sorts of things a secret...” “Whoa,” the child murmured. “How do I get my superhero costume to do that?” “Well!” spouted Daffodil, thrusting up a proud finger. “First of all, you've gotta-” “Charo...Can we maybe...take this one step at a time?” “Oh. What?” Lily just tilted her head and curved her brows, gesturing toward her attire. “Ah.” Daffodil reverted to her chipper Charo self, wearing baggy sports shorts with brightly colored t-shirt that looked like a bi-product of a 90's commercial.

“Wow,” sighed the child, clearly envious at their transformations. So, whatever power he had...it wasn't quite the same as theirs, was it? How had he seemed so nonplussed by their abilities before, yet suddenly so surprised at their magical outfits?

“My name – my real name – is Alesea.” She extended her hand downward, and he took it, star-eyed. “And this is Charo.” Charo, naturally, leaned against the brick wall with her arms crossed, trying to look all suave. She slipped a little, the wall having been further back than she'd thought. “We can totally keep the whole 'secret identity' thing a...secret,” Charo insisted, nodding as she undid and redid her spiky little ponytail. “We've been doing this stuff ourselves for a while.” “So,” said Alesea. “What's your name?” The boy swallowed nervously, evidently embarrassed by his hand-made costume. Aw, poor little guy, that wasn't...why they'd...- “Those are fancy names,” he mumbled, shrugging. “I'm just...Chris.” “Chris is still a nice name,” Charo tried to placate. “A-and I mean, Captain Spirit? Wow, you, um, you've got us beat with that superhero name, huh? Way cooler than...erh...-” She shrugged, trailing off. “So, Chris,” Alesea began slowly. “You saw us using...um, abilities. Do you really have something like that, yourself?” Chris nodded, his bout of bashfulness giving way to a sudden excitement. He gave Charo a determined look. “It's my turn to pick you up,” he said with a mischievous little chuckle. “Eh?” Charo said, her expression wavering as the boy stuck his palm out toward her. “Wahhp-!” Charo squeaked as she slipped backward, drifting slowly up in the air. She began to giggle, watching a crushed beer can and a few pebbles start to float up beside her. She thrust out her fists, tucking her legs in and trying to spin around, but was realigned upward. Alesea studied the boy's form as he kept this up for a moment. He looked intently focused, his hand trembling, like he was wrestling with an unseen force. “Our lad here's got a juicy magic ability~” Charo snickered, trying to sway herself around. She tapped at the hovering beer can, and it moved, but wobbled back into the space it had occupied. “Like, OJ with pulp juicy!” Alesea burst into a snort-giggle, covering up her face to stifle her own aroused laughter. Charo had to stop being so adorably weird in public, it was rather distracting... Charo stretched out her legs, downward, and slammed her fists on her hips. Chris let her drop, and she landed, flat-footed, with a joking pride about her. This dissipated into some giggles. Chris, however, while smiling at first, began to cough and sputter some. Alesea and Charo practically swarmed the lad with concern. His frail hand shooing them off didn't stop Alesea from patting his back. The coughs worsened momentarily before they cleared up. “Whoa,” Charo winced he recovered. “That, um-...All that juice means you've gotta squeeze some oranges...huh?” “...What?” Chris groaned, still fuzzy-headed. “Looks like you're still learning how to use your abilities,” Alesea sympathized. She rubbed his back a bit more until he seemed to level out. He nodded in reply to her observation, and she explained, “Well, don't worry. So are we.” She accented her words with an encouraging smile. “Practice makes better,” Charo assured. Chris retorted, “Isn't it...practice makes perfect?” “Huh?” Charo's eyes slid upward as she tapped at her chin. “Sure, people say that, but...-” “Just...-” Alesea's smile withered nervously. “-...don't overexert yourself, Chris.” “I don't...know what that word means,” Chris admitted with a shrug. “Oh, um...-” Alesea's lips pouted out uncertainly. Maybe she was being a little too intimidating with how she spoke? Charo tagged in for this one. “You don't wanna push yourself so hard, buddy.” She ruffled his hair a little and he grunted a laugh, taking a step back. “Don't want you to choke on all that...superpower pulp.” “I don't like pulp in my orange juice, anyway,” Chris declared. “Smooth juicin' from here on out, then,” decided Charo, smacking one palm against the other arm's flexing bicep. Alesea shot her partner a bemused look, smirking. What was she going to do with this dorky Dame? “Anyway,” Alesea sighed out, shaking off her warm fuzzies. “How did you get this power, Chris?” Chris shrugged. “It just...happened one day. I fell, but...-” He stared down at his extended hands, flexing his fingers in, then out. “Then I...caught myself.” “No magical transformation, huh?” pondered Charo. “Did you maybe, like, feel the power coming from...something you're wearing?” “Oh, w-well-” He fluttered his cape. “-Captain Spirit's cape boosts his powers, but...-” “You can still do this without the cape,” Alesea noted, to which he nodded.

Alesea and Charo shrugged at one another. Strange. Whatever abilities this boy had, it sure wasn't related to their own. Then again, he definitely wasn't from their neck of the woods, so perhaps that was hardly a surprise. “Actually,” Alesea began, leading the trio out onto the street and out of the alleyway. “Where are you from, Chris? How did you end up out here?” “Yea,” Charo chimed in, “Are you lost?” “Maybe a little lost,” Chris mumbled with a shrug. “I'm from America.” “Ah, wondered about that,” said Charo. “This is, um, a long way from there...” “Ha, yea, the airplane ride was super long,” Chris sighed. “My grandparents fell asleep for most of it so I got really bored. I watched, like, three movies. And I'd already seen two of them.” Alesea and Charo smirked at each other over the boy's shoulders as they reached a street corner. “Is this the way back to your family?” Alesea checked. “Uh...-” Chris paused, surveying the street signs. “Actually...I'm not sure.” Oooh, boy. The child sighed deeply, and he wobbled a little with a yawn, then a cough. “You don't look like you're feeling so well, there,” Charo muttered warily. “How about-...Well, my place isn't far from here, why don't we get you there-” Charo exchanged looks with Alesea, who nodded primly in approval. “-um, get you something to drink, let you, ya know, have a sit, and...we can help you figure out what's going on?” If worse came to worse, they could ring the authorities, but given the child's predicament, the idea of putting him in police care was concerning. Who knew what could happen if they discovered what he was capable of? And some paint on his face wasn't going to work the way their magic did. “Sounds...guh...-” Chris' form slipped over to one side, and Charo caught him fretfully. He snapped awake, stumbling back upright and rubbing at his eyes. “I think that's as good idea as any right now,” Alesea agreed with her partner's notion. ~~~ Alesea could feel her face pale at his expression, stoic and deadpan, staring down at the young boy napping on his lounge. He took a quiet, judgmental sip of his canned coffee. “And you...found him?” Sel dryly posed. “Y-yes, exactly,” Alesea mumbled. She took her own sip of iced coffee from her own can, trying to mask her embarrassment. “There was-...Well, we were out hiking, and Charo had a, um, tumble, and...-” “Is that what happened to you?” Anselmo suddenly balked, nearly choking on his coffee. He thrust a finger at Charo, who had just come out of the loo, her legs now plastered with bandages. Sel grumbled out, “What kind of hiking spot around here was so rough where that could've happened?” Charo shrugged, teeth grit. “Dunno, but I'm fine. Really.” “How do you two keep...-?!” Sel's face looked like a kettle ready to explode for a second, there. “That's not important right now,” Alesea interjected, sticking her more confident foot forward. “Is it?” she retorted, gesturing toward the tuckered out child. “I mean, maybe it's a good thing we wandered outside of our...normal...hiking route, or else this poor boy might've...passed out all on his own out there.” Charo lifted her brows, stuck her hands out toward Alesea, and nodded at her brother. His frustration fizzled out and he groaned audibly, slurping more of his coffee. “You two just have to try playing the hero, don't you?” Anselmo took a deep breath and fluttered his lips against the edge of his coffee can. Alesea and Charo exchanged wary smiles at his remark. “All right, so.” Sel wandered off to the kitchen, and the pair of partners followed him. Sel scooted his chair out a bit, crossing one leg over the other. He perused the contents Charo had scooped out of the boy's pockets when they'd de-armored him for his nap. A library card. “Chris...Eriksen, huh? Beaver Creek?” Anselmo noted the town logo displayed on the card. “Where's this boy from?” “America,” Charo replied with a shrug. “It sounded like he's here visiting with his family,” Alesea pointed out. “He mentioned his grandparents at a hotel nearby.” Anselmo slid another card around on the table, which had a big triangle near the top. “Must be a keycard for their room,” he observed. “Mm,” he hummed through a sip of coffee. “Aah. I recognize this place.” He passed it to Charo. “You should look up their number, give them a call.” Charo gawked at the card, a bit baffled at first, but then nodded and headed off for her bedroom. As Charo waddled off to her task, Alesea didn't know what to do with herself, hovering in the kitchen's doorway. She drummed her fingernails against the half-empty coffee can she was slowly working through. Then she felt Anselmo's critical gaze land on her. He sipped quietly, his dead eyes laser-firing a sting of disappointment at her. She felt her face turning pink with some shame and sipped in defense. “She was-” “How did-” They both had started to murmur at each other at once, keeping their voices down. Alesea pushing loose hair behind her ears, nodding complacently at Sel to let him go first. “How could you let her take a tumble like that?” “It was...-! She was...-! That...boy, we got...distracted – um, alarmed – he was in danger, and Charo, she-” “In danger?” Nnnnnnn maybe that made it sound worse...! “Oh, what? N-not, like, danger danger, I mean, he was...all by himself, and he could've...fallen, and so-” “So Charo fell instead? To prevent him from falling.” “S-Something like that, I...-” Anselmo took a deep breath, squinting his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nostrils.

“All right. That's enough.” Anselmo slurped the last of his coffee and planted the empty can on the table. “I don't know why you're lying to me. But I'm sure it must be to protect someone over something.” Alesea twitched a nervous shrug through her grimaced smile. “I guess at the end of the day, I'd rather my sister get some bug bites and scratches than let a lost child have a heat stroke. So...you did good.” “Mm...-!” Alesea grunted her gratitude through her coffee can.

Ansemlo breathed out tiredly as he rose from the table, grabbed the can and rinsing it in the sink. “Just wish you two would stop trying to take on these kinds of things, especially with...this monster business going on.” He flicked water from his fingertips and dunked the can into the recycling bin. “You could've called the cops or something, instead of...-” He warily flicked his wrist toward the lounge room. “We panicked,” Alesea confessed, clutching her can daintily with both hands, almost like a shield before her. “He was...over-excited about...finding someone who was...willing to help, and he had a dizzy spell – passed out. And we weren't...sure what else to...-” She swallowed a gulp of cold coffee and shook her head with shrug. Her stomach felt weird from the sensation of, well, lying to Sel. Again. This feeling was getting old, and fast. But what other choice did she have? Charo emerged from her room, still on her phone. “Yup!...Mm-hmn...Thanks.” She let loose a raspberry sigh as she ended the call. “Why'd you make me call them? Talking to random people on the phone is terrible. Mean Momo.”

As she grouchily pouted her way into the kitchen, she put her phone into her pocket as Anselmo gave her a pat on the head. “You brought him here,” Sel pointed out, heading toward the cupboard. “That makes you his host. And a good host would make those kinds of arrangements for their guest.” Alesea squirmed her way over and gave Charo a gentle rub on the back, complimented by a warm little smile, which she received back in turn. “Well?” Sel pondered, digging into the cupboard. “What did they say at the hotel?” “Oh, erh,” Charo scratched at the tip of her nose. “Sounds like his grandparents are the ones he's traveling with, they'd fallen asleep. Guess they'll be on their way to pick him up soon.” “Ah, good,” said Alesea, relieved to hear it. “In the meantime,” decided Sel, “we should probably give him something to eat, if he's been out out there in this heat. Now, I mean, it's been a while since I was his age,” Sel pointed out, “but I figure...-” He flashed them an unopened package of Hobknobs. “-...milk and biscuits, that's gotta be one way to pick up a boy's spirits, right?” “Chh, 'spirits,'” Charo snickered, elbowing Alesea. She couldn't help but giggle as another warm tingle swept up her neck. “What?” Sel prodded, slightly irate at their mocking. “It's just cute,” Alesea dismissed, nodding as she drank the last of her coffee. “I think it's a brilliant idea.” “I'll get the milk,” Charo decreed, heading off. Alesea gave her a pat on the arm to send her on her way. “I'll go wake him,” decided Alesea. Like their own little team, they went about their tasks with efficiency. Small as it was, it felt good working on the same side as Charo's brother, instead of working around him. Alesea knelt down over the couch, brushed her ponytail behind her shoulder, took a deep breath, and nudged a cautious hand at the child's shoulder. He moaned and sputtered nonsense for a moment before his eyes slowly opened. “...nfgh...th'prncess...” “Chris?” Alesea checked when his eyes closed again. “Hey. We've got a snack for you.” Chris opened his eyes again, wider this time. Alesea smiled at how adorable this kid was. “...nnn...have a pretty smile,” Chris mumbled, still half-awake. Alesea felt her face light up. “Like my mom's,” Chris yawned out. Alesea chuckled through her nose, not sure if she was more embarrassed for her, or for the boy. “What?” Charo prodded, amused but confused as she entered with a glass of milk, complete with ice cubes to keep it cold.

Alesea just shook her head, smirking, and gave her befuddled partner a rub on the arm. Charo set the glass down on the coffee table, and Anselmo sighed – loudly – as he put a platter of Hobknobs down beside it. Chris seemed a bit perplexed by this new figure, but not as startled at the change of scenery as one might expect. Anselmo was giving Charo a glare. She beamed innocently at her brother as she scooted a coaster beneath the glass of milk, appeasing him. Chris sat up, rubbing at his face some more. He scratched at his chest, and then the surprise kicked in. “Wh-? Where's my...-?” “Your gear is over there, Captain Spirit,” Charo quelled, nodding toward the front door. The boy noted his cape and cardboard armor sitting on the floor by everyone's shoes and, after a moment, nodded his contentedness about the matter. “He's a superhero,” Charo said to her brother, waggling her brows and nudging him with the back of her wrist. Jeez, Charo, do you really need to...-?? “Uh-huh,” Anselmo said dully. “Must be getting swept up in all that hype over those...'heroes'-” He air-quoted. EXCUSE HIM?? “-that the news is obsessed about.” Chris cleared his throat, “Mmph, I...used up my energy fighting off a monster attack.” He coughed drylu – ow, hopefully he was OK? “It's time to recharge...” He took a swig of ice-cold milk, humming pleasantly. “I can feee~eeeel the power.” Alesea had to contain another snort-giggle from escaping. “Heh.” Even Anselmo seemed a bit charmed, which was saying something. “Well, uh, every superhero needs to keep their strength up. We, uh, got you some Hobnobs, here, so...have at it.” Chris – well, Captain Spirit – frowned at this. Breaking character, he asked, “What's a hobnob?” Charo gasped with shock at this. “No. You eat those,” she commanded, jabbing a finger out. “You take one of those, and you stick it in your face-mouth-place, and you bite at it, and you eat it, and it is w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l...!” The kid seemed taken aback at this. “I-...I don't...-” “Like this!” Charo grabbed a biscuit and bit into it. “One nibble and your hobnobbled,” Charo quoted, not being dignified with a reaction. “I think you're scaring him,” Anselmo grumbled, clutching his sister by the skull to get her hyperactivity to settle down a peg. “They're just biscuits,” Alesea explained gently to Chris. “Go on, try one.” “Biscuits...?” He looked skeptical. He carefully picked one up, studying it. “Looks like a cookie.” “Oh, right,” Alesea blurted sheepishly. “American...” Through mouth full of Hobnob, Charo asked, “Whuff's uh googi emmeeweh?” Chris took a bite, seemed to approve, and then devoured the rest of the thing, glugging some milk along with it. A gentle rumble emitted from Charo's hip – her mouth still chewing at a Hobnob, she pulled out her cell phone. Swallowing and flinching at the under-chewed biscuit going down her throat, Charo greeted, “Hello?” She glanced at Chris, who was going to town on his snack. “Ah, yes! That was me. We-...Uh-huh. Yea, he's fine.” She nodded down at the boy, and then glanced at Alesea, who nibbled on a Hobnob herself, smiling back. “Directions? Erh-...I'm...-” She grimaced, tugging at Sel's sleeve. “Lehhhht me pass you to my brother, he can-...Ahhh, yea,” she said through a sheepish laugh. “Juh-...Yea, just a...-” Her eyes popped open wide, a flash of impatience as she handed her phone to Anselmo, who gave her a stern look before taking it. “What are these called?” Chris asked, breaking one of the biscuits in half. “Hobgoblins?” “Oh, uh-” “Hello, yes? This is Anselmo.” “They're good,” Chris blurted. “Mm,” Alesea lifted a finger toward him. “I'm her older brother. He's-” Chris rammed the two Hobnob halves against each other, growling and crying as he played. “...Mm.” Anselmo frowned briefly, then began to walk off. “He's safe. Just...having a snack, he-...Oh, well, it...sounded as if he could've been dehydrated, but-...Wait, from what hotel?” “-rreeEEOWW, ksshhh-ksshhh, shuh-WING~ ” Hoo. Kid was maybe having a bit of a sugar rush, or something? Charo grinned, grabbing a Hobnob and thrusting it toward Chris' dualing makeshift toys. She began to make weird little hissing noises – evocative of the kinds of black beasts they had been contending with. Chris rotated his pieces to face Charo's encroaching 'monster.' “ahhh watch out! it's a mega spike spider! It's heading right for us, I don't know if I can hold it off! captain spirit captain spirit! please lend us your power!” He set down the pieces, sticking out his hand. “Don't worry, Captain Spirit will protect you from far away. Hnnnnnn-” “O-OK, now,” Alesea chimed in warily, reaching out a hand to Chris's arm. “Just...don't...really use-” “I'm just playing,” Chris matter-of-factly advised. He nodded his head with raised brows off toward where Anselmo had gone, adding in a whisper, “There's still a civilian around...” Alesea smiled with bemusement, receiving a smirk from Charo. “Hnnnn-”

Charo began to wobble the biscuit around, slowly pushing it toward Chris' hand. She squealed and hissed angrily, making an adorably authentic face to match. “It's...so strong,” Chris grunted. “It's taking...all my power...just to-...urgh...-keep it from attacking...!” He scooped up his two biscuit halves suddenly, while still holding out his hand. “thank you thank you let's get outta here!” He waddled them off, tucking them behind his milk glass. He then drank a sip of milk while the thought occurred to him. “Now what?” Charo asked quietly, still thrashing her biscuit around. “You can't just...let it go free, can you?” “Uh...-” Chris seemed taken aback by the question. And Alesea was a bit alarmed at that being brought up again. “It'll hurt people,” Charo pointed out, squeezing in some more little monster growls. “So, what'll you do?” “I...erh...-” Chris scratched an itched on his nose, flustered. “Uh-oh,” Charo gasped, jerking the Hobnob about. “It's...breaking free...!” “Hnnnn-” Chris refocused his hand at it. “You can't keep this up forever,” Charo whispered in an eerie, villainous voice. “Sooner or later, you'll slip up...” “I-...I can throw it into space,” Chris theorized. “It can't hurt anyone up there!” “Can you throw it into space?” Charo growled with her cracking voice, brows narrowed. “I've never seen Captain Spirit wield such power. You're bluffing.” “I...could...put it in the ocean.” “haha, yessss, throw it in the sea~ It will make babies and consume the innocent animals!” “Charo,” Alesea snipped, giving her a sharp but gentle slap with the back of her wrist. She shrugged defensively. “If you can't destroy a monster,” Charo quietly rumbled, “how can you protect a person from it?” “Heroes can't kill,” Chris huffed. “I thought you were a hero, how come you're doing this?” Charo sighed, fluttering her lips and setting the biscuit back onto the plate. Agh, Charo...your fingers have been all over that... “Sorry,” Charo mumbled, shedding her facade. “It's just...being a hero, sometimes that means you can't...just...do the nice always.” “Then what's the point?” Chris raised. Charo gawked back at him. “It-...You're helping people,” she said. “Protecting them.” “But,” Alesea intervened, “what if there's another way to do it?” “Like what?” Charo puffed, her patience slipping a little at the implication. “What if I trap it?” Chris decided. “Keep it in, like, a monster cage. That way, we can get...a scientist to do research on it.” Alesea smiled at the notion. She wasn't so sure that would work in their particular case. But it was the thought that she got behind. “Mmmm,” Charo hummed, shrugging uncertainly. “That's...maybe harder to do than to say.” “Maybe you could...tame it?” Chris pondered, taking one of his biscuit halves from before and dipping it into his milk – a ways down – before eating it. “Like a stray dog?” he said through a cheekful of biscuit. Charo and Alesea traded thoughtful looks of consideration, neither sure of what that would entail, much less where they'd keep the things. “Do you want to keep a monster at your house?” Charo asked him. “Also – wouldn't it give away your secret identity? Also, what if those monsters keep coming all the time? Where do you put them all?” “Hm.” Chris crossed his arms, swallowed his morsel, and rubbed his chin blatantly. “Well, where do the monsters come from?” Alesea and Charo both paused at this. They didn't know. “Uh...up?” Alesea muttered, pointing a finger skyward, her face wrinkling with dissatisfaction at the blindness of their situation. “They fall from the sky.” “Whoa, like aliens?” Chris said quietly, in awe. Charo and Alesea gave each other bug-eyed shrugs. For all they knew...- “Maybe you can't throw them back up to space,” Chris admitted. “But if they got here, there's gotta be a way to go back where they came.” “Possibly,” Alesea decided. “Or at least a way to figure out what they really are,” she said to Charo, rubbing her partner on the shoulder. “It sounds like a better idea than trying to...keep this up, anyway.” Charo took a deep breath, her glazed-over eyes wandering off as an ashamed pout slipped over her face. Alesea squeezed her hand down, rubbing her thumb against Charo. “These are the kinds of complicated messes heroes get themselves into,” she said. She glanced to Chris and added, “And it takes a brave person to try to do something about it, even if they might do it in a different way.” She let her forehead press itself against the side of Charo's head. “Being a hero means making some mistakes along the way, but as long as you're keeping people safe...-” She sighed into Charo's neck. “-...you're still doing something important. And courageous.” Charo leaned back into Alesea, their skulls pressing together gently for a moment. “I'm glad I don't have to fight monsters like you do,” Chris decided, grabbing the biscuit that Charo had placed down. And putting it IN HIS MOUTH Aughh, Chris, Charo put her fingers ALL OVER THAT. “It's...pretty scary.” “Ah, well, every hero needs someone to help watch their back,” Charo replied, tapping Alesea's back with her chubby palm and scratching a little. “It's less scary that way,” she said, looking at her partner with a pink-cheeked grin. “A lot less scary,” Alesea agreed. “But...still scary.” Anselmo entered the room, thumbing the front door with the phone still to her ear. “Chris?” “Yea?” “I think your grandparents are here to pick-...Huh?” He side-eyed Charo's phone. “Yes, he's right-...Uh-huh.” “Oh.” Chris had a bit of a mopey look to him. Looking up to Charo and Alesea, he assumed, “Guess I should probably go, then, huh?” “You've got people waiting on you,” said Charo. “Gotta keep them safe, too, right?” “Keep them safe from driving on the wrong side of the road,” Anselmo muttered under his breath, handing Charo's phone back to her. Running his hand through his hair, he sighed. “Anyway. Uh...So, Captain Strange-” “Spirit.” “Captain...Spirit. Next time you've got monsters to fight, uh...make sure to check in with your family first, all right?” “Roger.” Chris bounded up from the couch and give Sel a salute. He grabbed another Hobnob, stuffing it into his face, and guzzling down the last of the milk. Heh. “Gotta stayed fueled,” Charo encouraged, ruffling his hair roughly as he wiped a milk mustache from his lip. “Make sure you don't, ya know, drain your Spirit Batteries when you fight evil.” “Yea,” Chris agreed, looking up at Charo with an admiring smirk. As he rounded the table and passed by Alesea, she gave him a pat on the shoulder. She leaned down and said to him with a cautious tone, “I think you're right, that heroes should try to not hurt anyone – even monsters. Just remember that sometimes...people are the monsters.” “So...” Chris gave her a thoughtful nod with a gleam in his eye that she very much approved of. “That means it's super important to try to save them. Those people, I mean.” Alesea beamed down at him and nodded emphatically. She escorted him to Charo's front door. He gathered his armor and stuck it on. A car beeped from outside. Alesea concluded, “I'm sure you'll figure that stuff out as you go, um, Captain Spirit. Even the most super of heroes have to figure out these kinds of things. Whatever you do, I just hope you can learn to be whatever kind of hero you need to be.” “You've definitely got the stuff to be super~” Charo assured, helping tighten his cape on and nudging him along out the door. Heading to the driveway with him at her side, Charo pumped up a fist. “When you get back home, you've gotta find your own way to be someone's hero!”

#Dame Daffodil #Captain Spirit #Crossover #One shot #writing commissions

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justanartsysideblog · 7 years ago

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Old God, New Tricks

Old Dog Sanctuary AU

I finally managed to finish the first part of the Old Dog Sanctuary AU! I’m sorry this took so long, writer’s block has not been kind. This is mostly just setting the scene for what’s to come, but I hope you enjoy!

This version of Dirthamen, Fear, and Deceit (mention) belong to @feynites.

Eda (mention) belongs to @palindromekomori.

Olwyn's alarm goes off at 4am and it takes all her willpower not to turn it off and roll back over. Her blankets seem especially warm and inviting this morning, and one of the sanctuary dogs is curled up at the foot of her bed and it would be cruel to wake them, wouldn't it?

But then she feels something pecking at her head and sighs.

Fear is not going to let her sleep in.

“I'm up,” She grumbles, reaching up a hand to pat the raven that's tugging on her curls. She tries her hardest not to disturb her bedmate—correction bedmates, there's two other dogs sprawled out on the other side of the bed—as she crawls out from under the covers in the darkness of early morning.

The dogs barely stir as she fumbles into a pair of jeans; one lifts her head, lets out a tired boof, and settles back down. Lucky girl, Olwyn thinks wryly, pulling on a pair of socks.

First things first...time to feed the dogs.

It's almost mechanical, as she fills food bowls on the porch, deftly maneuvering around wiggling bodies as the dogs crowd around her feet. The early autumn air is cool, especially this high up in the mountains, but nothing a sweatshirt won't fix; it'll warm up by early afternoon anyway. She administers the proper medicine to the ones that need it, and then heads out to the kennels to feed the rest, Fear flying overhead to perch atop the old barn beams.

Some days are harder than others.

The dogs keep her from drifting; from slipping into uthenera where she doesn't need to feel the guilt of all she's done and left undone. The world doesn't need her anymore, and it was getting harder and harder to keep awake. But the dogs help. If she does not get up in the morning no one will be there to feed them, or give them their medicine.

She needs the dogs as much as they need her.

And then, of course, there are the wolves.

Olwyn doesn't own the mountain, per se—such a strange concept, when thousands of years ago she had, and had no need for deeds to show it. She has a rather gargantuan chunk of land in her name though, enough that some would call it a nature reserve rather than a private residence. And even the parts of it she doesn't own are heavily warded and legally are counted as a national forest. It keeps the loggers away, and Haurshos keeps away the rest.

She's always felt responsible for the wolves, with the steady decline of their numbers; it isn't their fault they're associated with a disgraced god. There's a few packs in the area that she'd introduce to the mountain; enough territory between them to keep them all satisfied and out of each others' hair...and away from the locals in the towns on the eastern side of the Hunterhorns.

Not all of the wolves sent her way are those that can make it in the wild. Some were pets, or rescued from haphazard zoos and exotic animal shops; wolves that were raised as dogs until the owners saw that they wouldn't be cute and cuddly and domesticated the way they wanted, or wolf hybrids that people thought were tame enough to keep as pets, only to learn otherwise.

People know to call her when there's a wolf problem, and all the local vets have her number.

The wolves remind her of Adahlan's hounds to a painful degree. They remind her of her Emerald Knights, and of their namesake that emerged when the Dalish held onto the remnants of culture that had been stolen from them through no fault of their own.

She tried her hardest to help, and failed all the same. At least she can give the wolves a fighting chance.

Olwyn steps into the 'wolf barn' and immediately finds herself the recipient of several enthusiastic greetings. Mossfur, the resident alpha male of the domestic pack, trots forward and gives a play bow, tail wagging.

Olwyn laughs, “Should we play for a bit?”

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The first thing she notices when she enters the kitchen two hours later is that she's out of coffee.

Olwyn lets out a small, defeated sigh as she looks down at the empty coffee canister. She thought she'd bought some on her last trip into town, but apparently she'd forgotten to pick it up. This is why you should make lists, she thinks. Maybe she hadn't had a coupon for any at the time, and had thought she'd be able to stretch her stores until then.

The sanctuary is closed today, which means Eda won't be coming in. She can't call her and ask her to pick some up with the cleaning supplies she'll be bringing tomorrow morning.

It isn't that Olwyn likes being alone. She's always been a social person, and isolation can be suffocating at times. But seeing the passage of time, walking among those that live and die because of her own folly...that is worse. It chips away at her, bit by bit.

It's hard, especially when her brother sleeps. Isolation suits him more than it does her, and so does silence. The span of time between his visits varies, and each time a bit of her thinks he is not going to wake up this time. She knows better, of course. They are two parts of a whole, and he would not leave her, not after everything they've lived through and done.

Their brother is dead, Dirthamen would not subject her to that loss a second time.

Still, it is...it is maddening, to not know, even with either Fear or Deceit flitting around, making certain she has physical reassurance of Dirthamen's presence. But it is not the same as seeing her brother sitting at the kitchen table, clipping coupons from the newspaper as rain pelts against the windowpane.

Fear catches on to her thoughts, and lands on her shoulder and begins to preen.

“I'm heading into town,” Olwyn decides, “You're in charge while I'm gone, Fear, but no answering the telephone, you know what happened last time.” Fear glances at her, the picture of feigned innocence, and Olwyn shakes her head as she heads for the front door, grabbing her keys as she goes.

She finds Hopper, a ten-year-old bloodhound, lounging in a patch of sunlight on the porch. His tail begins to wag when he spots her, thumping loudly against the wood. She always takes one of the dogs with her when she goes into town; it's a nice little adventure for them, to go somewhere new, and to meet other people aside from herself and Eda.

“Wanna come to town with me, hm?” Olwyn asks, and is rewarded with an increase in tail wags and thumps, before Hopper gets to his feet and slowly follows her off the porch.

“Here we go,” She lifts the old bloodhound into the passenger's seat of her jeep and gives his ears an idle scratch, earning a slobbery kiss in return.

The small town of Haven is a forty five minute drive down the mountain. It's got one main street and a population in the triple digits; she's lucky it's even got a local grocery store and a post office.

It's become a bit of a tourist trap as of late, due to the old ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes. Someone had thought it would be good for business to make a historic sector, with everyone in period dress from the Dragon Age; it's a bit tacky, and more than a little historically inaccurate, but it means that every summer there's an upswell of visitors, and far too many souvenir shops. There'd even been talk of putting in a hotel to handle the growing seasonal crowds.

There are lots of things she can't get at the local grocery, of course. Supplies for the dogs, medicine, clothes...for that she takes a day trip to Redcliffe. But all she needs is coffee today.

So Haven it is.

Hopper gives a low woof and leans his head out the window as Olwyn pulls away from the house and down the long and winding driveway to the main road. Getting radio reception this far up the mountain is hit or miss, so after a minute or so of hiccup-y static she turns it off and drives the rest of the way in silence.

There's very little traffic this time of year, and plenty of empty parking spots along the main street. Olwyn manages to snag one right in front of the general store, and comes around to the other side to help Hopper out, and is greeted with another kiss that has her smiling brightly as she walks into the store.

The bell at the front jingles, and Seggrit, the owner, looks up with a surprised smile, “Serah Olwyn! What a pleasant surprise!”

“I needed some caffeine,” Olwyn holds up a coffee canister from the nearby shelf, “So I thought I'd make a short run into town.” She glances around and picks up a coke and a bag of barbecue chips before placing it all on the counter.

Seggrit nods, “Just be sure to steer clear of the main square on your way back, unless you want to get dragged into Grand Chancellor Roderick's latest tirade.”

Olwyn tries to hide her grimace as she watches Seggrit ring up her items. She and Grand Chancellor Roderick were not on good terms. With such a small community, it was very obvious who worshiped the Maker and who didn't, and her absence at Chantry gatherings is noted and remarked upon frequently.

There is also the fact that Grand Chancellor Roderick had strongly railed against her wolf sanctuary. He said it was too close to Haven, and that the wild beasts were dangerous and would only cause trouble. He'd cited several over-inflated and easily refuted stories of wolf attacks in Ferelden, and the rising number of tourists during the summer months. There'd been about five town meetings and several petitions, but in the end enough of the residents of Haven had refused to take his outcry seriously.

Olwyn has a feeling the majority of them were apathetic, and had taken Olwyn's side for the simple reason that she hadn't gone door to door trying to get residents to sign a petition for the local government to take action.

Besides, Olwyn has all the proper paperwork and licenses needed, none of the sanctuary wolves had ever escaped the grounds or had any reason to, and the wild nature reserve packs don't come anywhere near the local towns. They and Olwyn have an understanding, and the wards keep them as safe from people as they do the people from the wolves.

People can be far more dangerous.

“Who is the current target?” Olwyn asks, reaching down a hand to scratch Hopper behind the ears.

“Flissa,” Seggrit shakes his head, “He's mad she won't close The Singing Maiden on Sundays.”

Olwyn finds herself shaking her head as well. Chancellor Roderick can be persistent, she'll give him that. Still, she hopes nothing comes of it; Flissa always has dog treats to give out when Olwyn stops in for a drink. “Some people aren't happy unless they're complaining about something. Thanks for the warning.”

Seggrit nods as he closes the register and pauses, “Hey, when is that brother of yours visiting again?”

Olwyn blinks, trying to shove down the hollow feeling that comes when she’s reminded of his absence. “I'm not sure. He's been busy with his research.”

Seggrit shrugs, “Just wanted to ask. Last year my cousin came to visit for the summer and won't shut up about him. She keeps asking me if I know if he'll be back next year.”

Olwyn grins, “I'll be sure to tell him he has an admirer. See you next time, Seggrit.”

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The drive back to the sanctuary is a little more lively than the drive down the mountain. Olwyn puts on an old CD—Eda has commented that Olwyn's taste in music is, to put it kindly, dated—and Hopper drools out the window, and Olwyn only has to stop once; a small herd of deer comes bounding out of the trees severl yards up, but she's going slow enough that she has time to slow without slamming on the brakes, and Hopper's tail thumps against her arm as his nose twitches and he watches the deer disappear back into the forest.

She lets Hopper down from the Jeep, and heads into the kitchen to start some much-deserved coffee. Fear is in the living room, watching reruns of an old tv show that Olwyn's forgotten the name of. Fear doesn't seem too interested, but when he spots Olwyn he flies to the counter and lets out a loud greeting.

“Just taking a small break before I go clean the kennels,” Olwyn explains, throwing a few pieces of bread in the toaster. She contemplates making some scrambled eggs, but decides against it. “Anything exciting happen while I was gone?”

It's meant as a joke, so she's surprised when Fear squawks a yes and flies into the front office. Olwyn follows, intrigued. Fear hops down next to the phone, and Olwyn sees the answering machine light flash.

A message? She presses the button, and heads back into the kitchen to check on her toast. The recording filters in as she grabs the butter from the fridge.

“Hello, I am Keeper Deshana, of Clan Lavellan. I was given this number to call by Keeper Marethari, of Clan Sabrae. A wolf has been spotted within our reservation, and I fear it is becoming used to people and will soon come into contact with my clan. I would like to see what could be done for it, as it seems to be without a pack, and I was told you were the leading authority for such things...”

There isn't much more; a mention that Keeper Deshana is calling from a landline from one of the few permanent structures on their lands, and that she will be staying for several days, to wait for Olwyn's response, and the number to call to contact, just in case Olwyn doesn't have caller ID.

It's an interesting situation.

Lone wolves in the wild are rarer than most people think. They are pack animals by nature, and it is dangerous and counter-intuitive to their survival to go at it alone. But if it is the case and there is a pack within the area of Clan Lavellan's lands, then the lone wolf would likely be driven closer to the populated areas of the reservation in order to avoid an aggressive alpha. It happens sometimes; an omega wolf or a sickly alpha wolf that can no longer lead its pack may be picked on or physically challenged to the point of leaving the group. Especially when food is scarce, the weaker wolves may not receive adequate nutrition and leave out of necessity.

Olwyn has been able to...maintain a stable growth and weather pattern for the mountain to make certain her wild pack finds no reason to venture further toward civilization. The hunting is good, enough to support them and keep the population stable. But she doesn't know how scarce food is up north.

Clan Lavellan's lands are in the northern Free Marches, if Olwyn's knowledge is correct. That's quite a distance to go for a lone wolf. She'd need to have Eda stay at the Sanctuary while she was away, and the paperwork for transporting a wild animal over that many borders...the best way to go about it would be by boat, but Kirkwall is a city Olwyn would rather not visit anymore than she has to.

No need to make plans yet, you need to call Keeper Deshana first and see the scale of the problem, she thinks, picking up the phone.

Fear gives an encouraging caw.

Well, no harm can come from a phone call.

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#old dog sanctuary au #olwyn #modern fen'sulahn au #dirthamen #also if anyone has any names for cute dogs that they'd like to submit #they may appear in later fills as part of the sanctuary pack

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reptilerach · 7 years ago

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“Rejection”; Chapter Twenty-Nine

NOTES: Only one more chapter till I update all uploaded ones with links to Chapter Thirty!! Man, how time flies.

I’m finally starting to feel better, so here’s a somewhat emotional and touching chapter for y’all.

Honestly, I can’t thank you guys enough for all the support you’ve given me through my hard times this past week. Hopefully now I’ll be able to get back on track!! Love you all!!

And without any further ado- please, enjoy. :)

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Sunlight- er, whatever the main source of light is in the Underground- shone through the window besides you. You woke up with a bland layer of morning breath coating your throat, to which you scowled and smacked your dry lips together. A hum buzzed in your ear, quiet at first but steadily growing louder. It became so ear-deafeningly loud that you shot your eyes open and covered your ears immediately.

“Jesus Christ, what is that noise?!” You shouted, squinting from the brightly colored living room. A flash of white streaked past you, and you were forced back into your sleeping position on the sofa. You let out a “Oomph-!”, and something wet began licking your face. The feeling resembled your pooch in the real world, (Dog’s name), slobbering their tongue all over your mouth and glasses to wake you up.

You spat profusely, and clawed at the soft object rapidly moving in your hands. It in fact was a dog, one that's fur was as white as the blanket of snow outside. It had a small black nose, and a cute pink tongue that was lolling about happily. Its tail spun around at the speed of sound, and it stood up straight on your stomach.

The highly annoying sound came back, and you realized it was Papyrus screaming. “NO!! BAD DOG! GET OFF OF OUR GUEST! WHY ARE YOU EVEN IN MY HOUSE?!” Paps held a long broom and swat it at the poor puppy barking in your lap. You snickered, and caught the end of the weapon quickly.

“Papyrus, what’s wrong? This little guy just wants some love!” You laughed, but that only angered the tall skeleton even further. “HE IS A PEST THAT STEALS MY SPECIAL BONE ATTACK AND HIDES UNDER THE SINK!!” Papyrus stomped his foot against the carpet forcefully, and the TV shook. His scarf flowed behind him, and he turned his nasal cavity up in disgust.

You pet the back of the animal carefully, and he yipped with joy. Snuggling up to your touch, he whined for attention. You chuckled, and complied. The dog gave you another kiss, and curled up on your chest. Papyrus gawked at you in awe, and dropped his broom away from your grasp. “HOW HAVE YOU TAMED THE VICIOUS BEAST SO QUICKLY?!”

You pat the lap dog’s head a few more times, and he wagged his little tail. “He’s not vicious! Look, the poor guy just wanted someone to give him a good rub.” You commented, and Papyrus crossed his arms. “I STILL DO NOT LIKE HIM STAYING IN MY HOME. HE ALWAYS DOES THIS RIGHT BEFORE I HAVE TO GO BACK TO WORK!” You raised a brow, and frowned.

“Go back to work? What time is it? Have you been out already?” Papyrus groaned, and reached out his hands to swipe the pooch off of your body. You cried out in protest, but before Paps even came close the dog jumped and ran up the stairs. Then, it disappeared into Sans’ room which had its door surprisingly open.

“THE CURRENT TIME IS 12:46, HUMAN. I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT YOU WAKING UP MUCH EARLIER THAN MY BROTHER.” He huffed, but smiled anyways and walked over to you. Your eyes widened with shock, as you normally don’t even sleep in this late back home. “Well, I did go to bed around 2 in the morning.”

Papyrus looked around, and perked up once he remembered something. “WHAT HAPPENED WITH SANS LAST NIGHT?” He asked, frowning in confusion. Your face burned, and you stammered out a pathetic inquiry. “U-um, what?” Papyrus sat down besides you, and nudged your gut playfully. “YOU KNOW… HOW THE BOTH OF YOU WERE CUDDLING DURING THE MOVIE?” He wiggled his non-existent eyebrows, and you gasped.

“We were not! The movie was horrifying, and the first thing I grabbed was Sans. By accident!” You exclaimed, hiding your face in your hands. Papyrus chuckled, refusing to drop the subject. “YES, YOU GRABBED HIM. THEN YOU FELL ASLEEP ON HIM. IF THAT WAS THE CASE, WHY IS HE IN HIS ROOM?” You averted your gaze, and scratched your head.

“I helped him up the stairs and into his bed. I don’t think spending the evening underneath such a heavy human like myself would be very comfortable.” You grimaced, and the blush began to settle down. Papyrus’s grin faltered, and he placed his hands in his lap. “A...HEAVY HUMAN? LIKE YOU?” He questioned, and you nodded solemnly.

“Yeah. I’m the opposite of what a girl my age should weigh.” You brushed a hand through your messy hair, and mentally reminded yourself to wash it sometime soon. You became self-conscious of how you smelled, and the sudden urge to shower pulled at your mind intensely. “BUT DEAR FRIEND (Nickname), YOU LOOK FINE! WHY WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT?”

You gazed up at Papyrus, and his eyes told you everything. Since all monsters loved him, he wouldn’t know what a hurtful insult was like if it was plastered across his forehead. And if he did, he was just way too optimistic to care. You wished your brain was wired that way too. But it wasn’t; and that’s because you cared too much about what others thought of you.

“That’s just what other humans on the Surface think of me, Paps. I’m not like them; I’m much taller and bulkier. Everyone my age is shorter than Sans, and about as skinny as a twig. For that, I get teased constantly and now it’s simply what I choose to believe.” You smiled, but it was absent of any joy.

Papyrus opened his arms, and you accepted his attempt to comfort you. “(Nickname)… YOU ARE A REMARKABLE YOUNG LADY. THE GREAT PAPYRUS KNOWS THAT IF PEOPLE GAVE YOU A CHANCE, THEY WOULD FIND YOU AS WONDERFUL AS I DO. AND NOT JUST FOR YOUR LOOKS.” His cheekbones tinted orange, and you hugged him tightly.

You were so glad to have a friend like him, but your mind had to go and ruin the moment by reminding you that the tall skeleton was merely code. Yet, you were holding him and communicating with him… which still stunned you to the point of being physically petrified in awe. Papyrus rose from his spot, and you reluctantly let him go.

“WELL, I MUST BE OFF. MY BREAK IS NEARLY OVER, AND THAT LAZY BONES IS STILL SLEEPING!! I THOUGHT I WOKE HIM UP TWENTY MINUTES AGO, BUT IT SEEMS THAT HE’S PROCRASTINATING. AGAIN.” With that, Papyrus stormed up the stairs and charged into his older brother’s room.

There was a crash, a couple of shouts, and another door being slammed open. You chuckled, and head up to the second floor to clean yourself. Remembering that you needed new clothes after taking your shower, you peeked your head out the door to search for Papyrus. However, he was already gone. Groaning, you stalked down the hallway to see if Sans was still in his room either.

He was not, and you cursed under your breath. “Hey, Sans!” You called, but no answer. You ran back downstairs, but no one was around. Dammit… if I want to take a shower, I’m gonna have to borrow some of their clothes. Luckily, you recalled having the skeleton brothers’ phone numbers, so you text the two in a group chat asking for permission.

Papyrus responded immediately, and gave you a straight answer. Sans did not respond, which made you wonder if he was even with Paps in the first place. Did he already teleport to Waterfall? “ABSOLUTELY, (Nickname)! SEEING THAT MY BODY IS MORE SIMILAR TO YOURS THAN MY BROTHER’S, YOU MAY CHECK FOR ANY CLOTHES TO WEAR IN MY DRAWERS.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped a bead of sweat off your head. Trudging back up to Papyrus’s room, you made sure not to snoop around too much. The skeleton had a lot of goofy clothes, which he labelled as “Date Clothing”. You giggled, pushing past them and taking out what appeared as jeans and a black tank top.

Beaming broadly, you snatched those off the rack and rushed into the bathroom. You’d have to reuse your undergarments and bra, but that was okay. You presumed that neither of the skeletons would even owned a spare bra- perhaps you could bother Alphys for one later on, if you ran into her. Her bust and yours seemed to be in the same range.

For a fleeting moment, the idea of going into Sans’ room and taking a pair of his clean boxers passed through your mind. You flushed a deep red, so badly that it covered your ears and chest. Shaking the suggestion away, you laughed to yourself. Yeah, that wouldn’t be totally perverted and weird snooping around touching others’ underwear.

Not wanting to stall any longer, you stepped into the shower and did your business. After drying off, you put on the first layer of clothing. Then you picked up the skinny jeans, and inspected them. They were slightly worn, but not so worn that they were too big. You slipped them on, and they fit snuggly. Your legs and hips were significantly wider than Papyrus’s, but the pair of pants hugged your waist the same as your shorts. If not, more.

Happy that you wouldn’t wind up stealing some basketball shorts anyways, you tried out the tank. It was larger than the stretchy running tank tops that you used to wear back in the real world, and was pretty low cut. For once, you thanked your mom’s genes and tugged at the back of the shirt. Yes, it was still kind of deep cut, but at least your chest filled it out enough to not reveal anything.

You gave yourself a long look in the mirror, and combed your hair. The straight, wet strands stuck to your back and you shivered. Longing for your signature red hoodie, you left the bathroom and re-entered Papyrus’s room in search for a somewhat fashionable coat. Your eyes widened at the brown leather jacket in the deeper part of the closet, and snatched it up quickly.

Pulling the sleeves over your shoulders, you marveled at how stylish Papyrus was behind the scenes. Giving your hair a good flip, you felt pretty awesome at the moment. Boots would’ve made the look even better, but alas life caught up with you and you threw your black Nike sneakers on instead. You took a towel out of the cabinet by the bathroom, and ruffled your wet locks inside of it.

Sure, the act probably tangled up your hair all over again, but you didn’t care. You’ve always had wavy curls, and on special occasions you’d straighten it. The change never stayed more than 48 hours, as your head was pretty stubborn on staying the same form. You swiped your phone up from the couch, and checked for any new messages. You’d missed a call from none other than Sans- swiftly, you dialed the number back.

It rang three times, making you bite your lip anxiously. Finally a gruff voice sounded from the other side of the receiver. “hello?” You sighed a breath of relief, and greeted the skeleton. “Hey, Sans. Um, you still want me to hang with you at your station in Waterfall today?” You could see him nod approvingly in your mind, and you smiled.

“totally. i saw your text to paps a while ago; you didn’t rummage around through my underwear, did you?” You blushed crimson, and growled from embarrassment. “N-no! Jeez, you’re such a perv!” He chuckled, and you slapped your forehead. He was thinking the same thing I was before.

“heh, sure i am. anyways, sorry i couldn’t wait for you to get ready. as you probably heard, papyrus dragged my bone-tired body all the way here and now i can’t leave.” You scrunched up your nose, and put a hand on your hip. “Can’t you just teleport here real quick?” He snickered, and you could feel the shit-eating grin on him.

“aw, does (y/n) need someone to hold her hand and guide her through the underground? i thought you already knew the place like the back of your hand-” He asked in a condescending tone. “I do!! Well, I mean, I know the way there. I don’t need your help!” You spluttered your response like a stupid idiot, and you heard Sans laugh on the other end.

“fine. if you need my help, just call. or text. doesn’t matter to me either way, since we all know you’re gonna get lost at some point. calling it right now.” You rolled your eyes, and sneered. “Oh yeah, hot-shot? What if I don’t?” He paused, thinking to himself. “if you can make it here in under twenty minutes, i will take you to the m.t.t. resort for dinner.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and a newfound determination grew in your soul. “Deal.” “hold up.” You were shushed, and tapped your foot impatiently. “if you don’t make it here in time... you have to drink a whole jug of muffet’s spider cider.” You made a barfing noise into your phone, but deep down inside you were actually worried about the punishment.

He chuckled, and did the same. “your time starts...now. tick-tock.” He hung up, and you pulled the device away from your ear. Shoving it in the leather jacket’s pocket, you swiped up a spare scarf from the coat hanger by the door. Rushing out the door, you slammed it shut and shivered from the cold.

This was going to be a long walk.

FIRST

Chapter Ten (Where all the chapters before that are.)

Chapter Twenty (Links for Chapters 11 --> 19)

Chapter Thirty (That’s just the “Next” chapter, buddy.)

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undertheinfluencerd · 3 years ago

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While certain opponents have specific elemental weaknesses, others do not. This necessitates that players come up with strategies to defeat enemies on a case-by-case basis. Not every boss battle is mandatory, but even the ones that are unnecessary add an interesting layer to the game. Players should be prepared, however, as boss battles can be major obstacles to overcome.

10 The First Guardian

The first imposing enemy players encounter in Age of Calamity is a Guardian. This fight is intended to be mostly avoided. Progressing through the mission weakens the Guardian, at which point the fighter finishes it off. If players are feeling bold, however, they can take on the Guardian from its introduction. At this point in the game, characters do not have improved weapons, levels, or health, making this fight one of the more difficult. With patience and precise timing, players can defeat this boss, but it takes dedication and time.

9 Malice Igneo Talus

One of several types of Taluses in Age of Calamity, the Malice Igneo talus is intimidating because of how challenging its weak point is to hit. The Igneo Talus is made of molten material, and although one of the best ways to take down a Stone Talus in Age of Calamity is to jump on its back and strike its weak point, the Igneo Talus burns fighters that climb on it. Players can use its elemental weakness to ice to negate this effect, but the boss is still quite difficult, being stronger than a normal Igneo Talus. To defeat it, players must avoid many of its attacks and take advantage of opportunities to strike.

8 Molduga

While the fight with the first Guardian is partially optional, the entire Molduga fight is unnecessary. After getting the beast’s attention, which causes the Yiga Clan to flee from battle, players can pass by it without engaging. If players choose to fight it, though, it can be quite challenging to defeat without the proper technique. Once it emerges from the ground, it can attack the fighter, dealing a large amount of damage. Players can dodge this attack, but with the amount of health the Molduga has, it takes a significant amount of time to be defeated.

7 Waterblight Ganon

Much of the difficulty of the Waterblight Ganon fight comes from its variety of attacks. Many of them are melee strikes, but they have a fairly long reach. Waterblight Ganon can also disappear and reappear, making its movements hard to track. Some of its attacks are easy to avoid, such as jabs with its spear.

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Others though, like a burst with a large area of effect, are more difficult to dodge if the fighter is too close to the enemy. The boss can also launch icicle shards, which move quickly and can do a decent amount of damage. This enemy is weak to lightning damage, but it can still present many issues to unprepared players.

6 Malice Lynel

Lynels have built up a reputation as Legend of Zelda enemies that are pure nightmare fuel, and this is not unfounded. One of the toughest types of enemies from Breath of the Wild, Lynels can easily take out players that underestimate them. The Malice Lynel in Age of Calamity is perhaps the most fearsome of all. It is more difficult to defeat than a standard Lynel and can unleash deadly attacks with incredible reach. It can charge at fighters with extreme speed, allowing players only a short window of time to react. There are many reasons why this type of Lynel lives up to its classification.

5 Fireblight Ganon

Fireblight Ganon has several fire-based attacks that can hurt fighters significantly. This enemy focuses mainly on powerful melee strikes. It also occasionally releases projectile fireballs, so players should be careful even at a distance. It has a weakness to ice damage, which lowers its difficulty a bit, but if players run out of this element they must dodge consistently to avoid Fireblight Ganon’s strikes. Even with its weakness to ice, this enemy can be devastating if players do not avoid its attacks quickly and frequently.

4 Master Kohga & Sooga

Before this battle, players fight both Master Kohga and Sooga individually. These fights can be challenging initially, but the enemy patterns eventually become predictable. When fighting both at the same time, though, the battle becomes much more challenging. Players can alternate their focus between the two, but without quick timing, fighters can easily be caught off-guard.

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Although Sooga enters the battle with reduced health, he can still deal powerful blows if he makes contact with the character. Master Kohga also has a variety of distance attacks that can deal a fair amount of damage.

3 Thunderblight Ganon

Extremely fast and powerful, Thunderblight Ganon is perhaps the most difficult of Calamity Ganon’s shards to defeat. It quickly charges fighters before it strikes, leaving only a brief period of time for players to react before it does damage. It is also able to release balls of electric energy toward the characters. Its multiple strikes can be incredibly damaging if fighters are vulnerable, causing them to lose a significant amount of health in the process. This battle should be approached carefully and with patience, as jumping in too soon could cause players to be defeated.

2 Calamity Ganon

The final boss of the main story of Age of Calamity lives up to his reputation. He is incredibly fast and can launch attacks with a large area of effect. His high health meter also means that players must withstand his powerful attacks long enough to take him down, which can be challenging. Both phases of this boss battle are quite intimidating, and players need to stay alert if they are to defeat this incredibly strong being. One thing about Calamity Ganon that players may not know is that as a playable fighter, he is perhaps the strongest character in the game. As such, it is appropriate that he is extremely difficult to defeat in battle.

1 Windblight Ganon

Windblight Ganon tends to focus on distance attacks, firing beams of energy at fighters extremely quickly. However, it also uses its sheer size to barrel through its opponents, so close-range combat is not always the best way to fight it. One of Windblight Ganon’s most effective attacks is creating small tornadoes that charge toward fighters, sending them flying back if they make contact. It can be difficult to approach Windblight Ganon, and even if this is managed, the enemy has many ways to answer back.

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blade-who-left-monsters · 7 years ago

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Playing With the Princess

(( While the Faceless plot tends to be more serious, special thanks to @the-faceless-ffxiv for laying the groundwork of the server wide event that got these three dorks into epic video games at Lucerna’s arcade. Yes. Lucerna has an arcade. If you’re interested, please let me know or visit at Goblet 3 34!

[18:49]Ceredwin Hollows leaned forward, picking a game aptly named Void. It set her in a small platform, the entry to World of Darkness, in a first person view. It seemed overly cartoony, it was cute, and she had a sword in front of her as if she was a Paladin, shield included. One trigger casted Holy Spirit, the other swipped, and both together blocked. "Oooh... This is cool..." When she came to her first encounter however, a cartoony Ahriman. It was cute. [18:49]Random! Ceredwin Hollows rolls a 773.

[18:49]Ceredwin Hollows took a few hits, crawlling her HP pool to about 88%, and aptly took down the Ahriman. She liked this, her next encounter was the 7-headed Hydra of legends! Also the voidsent turned to plushies and became collectables. Ceredwin loved this [18:49]Random! Ceredwin Hollows rolls a 841.

[18:50]Ceredwin Hollows actually took out the 7-headed Dragon bitch easily! A grin glowing showing her fanged teeth. She was proud, her next encounter a group of monsters, the second add group in WoD. it wasn't entirely accurate was it? [18:50]Random! Ceredwin Hollows rolls a 666.

(( At this point, with that roll, we decided this was a sign Ceredwin was going to be a champion at the game and no further rolls were needed ))

[18:51]Chachanji Gegenji cheered Ceredwin on! And was dodging and ducking and reacting as if he was the one playing instead of her. "A-ah! Careful! Block! Ya gotta block!" He probably wasn't helping.

[18:52]Ceredwin Hollows was like the devil incarnate, PLUSHIES SURROUNDING HER AS SHE BECAME THE DEMON IN YOUR DREAMS, it was as if she was born for these games. The next one was a 3 headed giant hound, and Ceredwin took the challenge on herself to solo it locking out her party behind her... If only she had one... ANd she took it out perfectly!

[18:52]Lucerna Sainahs: "Ah- you're a natural!"

[18:52]Chachanji Gegenji: "Yer almost there! Tha' place looks like a big final fight thin'!"

[18:53]Ceredwin Hollows | as the devilhound lay dead before the black haired Paladin, a grin across her face as she advanced to the final room. She walked slowly, her boots filling the room as Ceredwin healed herself to full, repairing her armor with leftover Black Matter. The paladin was ready for the next fight, stepping into the transporter. Purple light surrounded her and deposited her in a black void.... [18:54]Ceredwin Hollows | With time, her eyes opened. The floor began to glow a light purple, tiled and glorious, gorgeous and perfect. She breathed in, a massive cloud flying into the edge of the arena. A woman came forth, massive within the cloud, gorgeous as the woman facing it.

[18:55]Lucerna Sainahs: "I.. I've never even been to this level!" [18:55]Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh jeez. Um... is tha' a boss? Or a friend?" [18:56]Ceredwin Hollows | "YOUR WORLD IS OURS, FOOLISH MORTAL!" The beast screeched with an envious glorious rage, Ceredwin's face beamed as she stepped forward once, then charged at the beast. She gave a left swipe, blocking hits perfectly, another swipe and another! One thing she never expected was the Zero-form Particle! It blasted her back, she blocked it perfectly, it rended her shield into nothing as her armor was torn away like paper.

[18:56]Chachanji Gegenji jumped at the voice. "A-ah! Oh no. From th' left! Th' left! Ah! LOOK OUT!" He covers his eyes at the laser!

[18:57]Ceredwin Hollows | Ceredwin charged again despite her weaknesses exposed and her armor gone, her heart becoming heavy, pounding into the void. More swipes, dodges, attacks and fury. She was forced into the middle of the arena, the demon disappearing. "Where are you..." She muttered, looking around with a furious certainty. She felt a precense, and made a guess, firing the last of her Holy Power at where she thought the demon was. It struck dead on as it appeared and recoiled. "Got you!" She yelled

[18:58]Ceredwin Hollows | Ceredwin charged, lunging at the beast, landing the final blow as another beam started to form. It was the half-second difference between death and victory... [18:58]Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah! Oh no! 's gonna shoot ya 'gain!" [18:59]Ceredwin Hollows breathed in relief as the demon vaporized into nothing, a puff of darkness appearing on the screen. She looked around, approaching it and picking it up... And that was it, the game over screen showed, and her heartbeat was as loud as it could be, she could swear Lucerna and Chachanji could hear! [18:59]You cheer Ceredwin Hollows on! [18:59]Lucerna Sainahs: "That was amazing!"

[18:59]Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah... wait... wait... was tha' it?" He was peering through his fingers. "D-did ya win?"

19:00]Ceredwin Hollows: "Holy shit..." Ceredwin muttered, it seemed magical as a Puff of Darkness appeared. Maybe it was a hologram... Her scoreboard appeared on the screen, only the initials "JNCK" popped up, and above it.... "Cere." The name she put in.

[19:01]Ceredwin Hollows | and just as quickly as it appeared, the Puff was gone as the game turned itself off, and Ceredwin stepped back. [19:01]Chachanji Gegenji: "Ya won! Ya did it!" [19:02]Ceredwin Hollows: "i did?" She blinked, unsure of what just actually happened. "Good gods I did!" [19:02]Ceredwin Hollows motions joyfully. [19:03]Ceredwin Hollows smiles.

[19:03]Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, ya got ta put yer name in 'n ya didn't game over 'n ya were on top'a th' list 'n... 'n...!" [19:04]Ceredwin Hollows was at a loss for words, that was simple enough to describe. "By the gods..." She muttered, giggling quietly. [19:04]You nod to Ceredwin Hollows. [19:04]Lucerna Sainahs: "I've never see anyone take so quickly to a game!"

[19:07]Chachanji Gegenji: "Right? Ya push th' buttons 'n th' thin's on th' screen do stuff!" [19:08]Ceredwin Hollows: "No, I felt as though I was in that!" She chuckled, "And did you see the hologram of that Cloud of Darkness! Oh my gods I want one! I want a lil puff of darkness!!!" [19:08]Ceredwin Hollows is uncontainably jubilant! [19:08]Chachanji Gegenji: "Izzat a thin'? Can ya get one'a those?" [19:08]Chachanji Gegenji gazes upon Ceredwin Hollows in deep reflection.

[19:10]Ceredwin Hollows: "i don't know but... I want to know."

[19:13]Chachanji Gegenji: "Tha'd be a neat prize ta get! Y'know... other'n bein' on top'a th' scores like tha'..."

[19:14]Lucerna Sainahs: "Ah, I'll definitely have to see about prizes for champions. That was incredible to watch! Great work!"

[19:15]Ceredwin Hollows breathed out, she was still breathing heavily. "Thank you..." She chuckled, her heart nearly in her throat. "Thank you both..."

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serene-gale · 4 years ago

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Reunion Part 3: Onward and Uplander

The Wyvern sprang up and bellowed to the heavens, causing Serene to flinch a little at the sound, the echo of the roar only being contested by the quiet crackling of Serene’s own aura.

She didn’t give the Wyvern a chance to do much else, with her hair whipping through the wind, Serene rushed at the scalekin like a bolt, leaving a streak of static behind her as she delivered a swift punch to the Wyvern’s snout, causing it to reel back before following up with a powerful left kick, knocking the Wyvern back down to the ground.

The beast writhed in pain, stunned briefly, though that was enough for the Roegadyn Monk to finish it off. Leaping high in the air directly above the Wyvern, Serene clapped her hands together, her aura being drawn into it, turning from a dull gold hue to an aetherial blue colour, shrouding her hands before being released into a wide, large beam that completely enveloped the Wyvern in it’s light.

A small, potent explosion was heard from way away in Tailfeather, the onlookers viewing a vapour mist of the Iron Feast’s water as Serene’s fight with the Wyvern ended swiftly and decisively.

The Wyvern lay, either dead or near enough, on the stone floor of the Iron Feast, it’s scales burnt harshly by Serene’s energy attack. The Roegadyn herself was resting not too far from it, trying in vain to wring her hair dry before tying it up in a ponytail again.

“You felled the beast!?”, one of the hunters sent to keep and eye on the woman excalimed, causing Serene to pause in her hair drying to look up at the small group emerging. She chuckles before smiling at them.

“Told ya I could do it, tough cookie, but he crumbled.”, she jovially exclaimed, as if fighting a Wyvern was no big deal. Each of the Elezen hunters sighed in exasperation and relief. The most experienced of the lot stepped up to Serene, who had got out a length of string, ready to tie her hair up.

“Miss, we thank you dearly for your assistance with felling this awful beast, we can’t pay much, but I’m sure we-”, he was cut off by Serene, who had the string in her teeth as she bunched up her hair.

“No worries...don’t want gil...just- ah, there we go.”, she let go of the string in her mouth to tie it in a knot, “I just wanna know the best route to the Hinterlands friend, I’m a member of the Adventurer’s Guild, so count this as a friendly favour, no need to pay anythin’.”, she nodded to herself as she worked the knot out and made it tight.

“I-yes...well if you follow the path out of the Chocobo forest, head to the old ‘Anyx Trine’ tower...not too close mind, more dragons call that place home, but if you head there and then follow the path directly opposite, you will be lead to the Hinterlands...eventually.”, the hunter explained, to which Serene nodded, hopping up, the Roegadyn looked damaged, but for reasons that the Elezens couldn’t fathom, she hardly looked worn out.

“Best be going...I’m keeping someone waitin’, bye, and thanks for that food too, never did-”, Serene was cut off before she could finish.

“Wait. If you won’t accept payment, at least accept a riding Chocobo for your journey, we have a few who are trained to carry passengers to the Hinterlands and back, we can set you up free of charge, it’s the ‘least’ we can do.”, the hunter proclaimed, to which Serry’s eyes lit up.

“Really? Is he, uh, she, hmm, they cute?”

Back in Tailfeather, Serene had acquired her temporary mount, a male Chocobo, of whom the hutners affectionally referred to as ‘Kurt’, an odd name, Serene thought, to be sure, but she found the bird cute and honestly didn’t mind much about the confusing name.

After giving her goodbyes to the hunters of the village, Serene’s journey to the Hinterlands took off. It wasn’t long until Serene saw Anyx Trine come into her view,and as soon as she spotted it she was beginning to pass it. The woman patted the Chocobo on the head, impressed with the bird’s speed and demeanor as it rushed through dangerous terrain, the Chocobo let out a ‘Kwen’ of affection to the Roegadyn, who hummed happily in response.

Before long, Serene was at the gate that marked the end of the Dravanian Forelands, and the beginning of the Hinterlands. She hopped off Kurt, gave him a bit of meat to eat, patting him and then sending him off on his way, turning to commence the remainder of her jounrey herself.

Hours passed as Serene tirelessly walked through the ever more mountainous expanse of the Dravanian Hinterlands. She was surprising herself, honestly, the walk from the end of the Forelands to this point was a fairly long one, yet in spite of that the Roegadyn Monk felt relatively little fatigue compared to what she would’ve expected. Was this the chakra point she had received back at the Iron Feast? Was it granting her a measure of stamina she had not achieved prior?

However as these thoughts ran through her head, Serene finally had reached her destination, a dilapidated cityscape of once grand structures, with one particularly curious ‘structure’ situation within the centre of a gigantic lake that split the landscape in two. Serene had finally reached her destination, the old city of Sharlayan. However, the Roegadyn wasn’t alone, it took nary a moment for Serene to notice herself, that she was surrounded.

“Uplander no pass! Gobblekin steal Uplander whirlygobs! Give!”, the odd figure that seemed to command the others demanded, Serene knew these creatures, at least second hand from what Albex had told her. Goblins, and these ones seemed unfriendly.

“Hey so-”

“ENOUGH UPLANDER! Gobble-folk relinquish whirlygob from corpse!”, The Goblin interrupted Serene as the group pulled what looked like cobbled together guns on her as a rusted, but fully functional magitek armour came into view, clanking as it readied it’s cerment drill at Serene, who had assumed a figthing pose.

“Hmm. figured, I’m glad to see I’m still right to err on caution, as always...Serene.”, a voice from the distance sounded out, it’s projection seemed unnatural, as if the person who was speaking was using a microphone, however Serene chuckled, before bursting out into laughter.

“Oh no, no you’re not stealing my thunder...”, Serene laughed out before a large bolt of lightning struck the magitek armour, frying it iinstantaneously, shocking the Goblins around it.

“...Fine, you stole my thunder...Howling.”

#FFXIV #the guiding winds #Serene Gale #reunion #Howling Gale

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blustersquall · 7 years ago

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Chocobro Babies

Not in the way you think!

Something requested by @ffxvhoe as half of a thing we’re doing. She asked for: “Chocobros turning into their toddler selves and it's just cute shenanigans of the reader trying to control them” I don’t know if this is exactly what you had in mind bb, but I thought it was fun and kind of cute. It’s hard to imagine the boys as kids? I hope it’s okay! <3

Who or whatever was responsible for this prank was going to feel your boot in their backside when you eventually found and confronted them. You had grown used to your four male adult male companions. You had grown accustomed to their quirks, their voices, their methods of getting attention. Grown used to the things they agreed on and disagreed on. What you could do or say to help them calm down or relax.

Unfortunately, those lessons did not translate at all to them as toddlers. And that was what you were dealing with. When you awoke that morning to break camp you found someone or something had cursed your companions and reverted them back to their immature ages… Or maybe the curse was on you. You were the one chasing after the four energetic and thoroughly confused infants now, after all.

At first, it had been rather funny and endearing, all four of them red cheeked, chubby, and adorable. That was, until they all opened their mouths, and it suddenly became a reality. You were in charge of four children. Defenceless, small, and weak children. In the middle of the wilds of Eos. Surrounded by monsters during the day, and daemons at night.

This was not what you had signed up for, and you were at a complete loss.

After a few minutes of shock and realising you were in way over your head, you fished out your phone and scanned for Cor’s number. The Marshall would know what to do. He knew everything. He would have a solution. After you called Cor, and he gave you a solution, you could take the four to the car, and drive them to where ever Cor told you to go. How hard would it be after all? People did it all the time with children. You were a member of the Crownsguard. You could take care of kids. This was going to be simple.

“Uhm—” Before you even found Cor’s name on the screen of your phone, you felt a small hand tug at your pant leg. Looking down you saw the scruffy blond head of Prompto staring up at you, blue eyes big and wide.

“Hi Prompto,” you squatted to reach his height. A weird sensation to be on eye level with all four of them, considering you normally had to look up to meet their eyes in more usual circumstances. “Are you okay?”

“M’hungry…” he kicked the floor sheepishly, lowering his gaze.

You sighed, looking around the campsite. Of course he was. So were you, now you thought about it. Ignis usually had breakfast done and ready to eat when you and your companions awoke. Not today though. Today, feeding everyone fell to you. You hoped they liked toast!

“Okay.” You said, smiling and ruffling Prompto’s hair. “I’ll see what I can do.” Before you could move, Prompto latched onto your leg. You stared down at him. “Uh… you wanna help me out?”

“Yea!” He replied, brightly and reaching his arms up to you.

You groaned inwardly and bent to retrieve him. “Great, I’ll need all the help I can get.” An idea struck you, the perfect way to keep them all close by and under your watchful gaze. “Why don’t you all hel—”

“They gone.” You stopped, hearing Ignis’. When you found him on the ground, you realised he was pointing away from the haven towards the open grasslands. Following his finger, you saw not just Gladio, but also Noctis charging through the grass towards a small herd of quietly grazing garula.

“Oh no. Nononono!” You all but dropped Prompto on the ground and took off after them. “Gladio! Noctis! Get your butts back here!”

In a glittering shimmer of light, you saw Gladio’s great sword manifest in his hands. Unlike the clothing each of the men had been wearing, which had mercifully shrunk with them, the weapons appeared to have been spared that indignity. The blade that appeared was at least four times the size of Gladio’s infant body, and miles too heavy for him to wield.

You heard him cry “Fwor Wucis!” before the weight of the blade caused him to stumble and then topple, rolling forward several feet. The blade disappeared, and Noctis – running as fast as his little legs could carry him – charged straight into Gladio’s prone form in the grass, falling head over feet to the ground.

“GWADIO!” Noctis spat out a mouthful of grass and dirt.

“Sowwy, Noct.” Gladio rubbed his forehead where there was now a graze.

Panting as you reached the two of them, you leaned over with your hands on your knees. “You two!” You snapped, “back to the campsite.”

Gladio stood and faced you. “No!” He stomped his foot, crossing his arms. It was strange to see the giant of a man so small – though he was bigger than the average toddler, he still only came up to above your knee. He retained his tattoo, which looked less like a majestic eagle and more like a squashed sparrow on his chest.

“Now!”

“I have to twain Noct!”

“You can twain—I mean, train Noct later. Breakfast first.”

“No!”

“Gladio…” Nice to know that the Amicitia clan retained their stubbornness as children, too. You felt a twinge of sympathy for any future Amicitia wives or mothers. “Campsite.” You pointed. “You have until the count of three!”

Gladio tightened his arms across his chest, bottom lip sticking out in a pout. He dug his feet into the ground, sticking in for the long haul. You wondered if all toddlers were this damn difficult! Glancing away for a moment from Gladio, you noticed Noctis had disappeared. Suddenly, all thoughts of getting Gladio to the campsite faded and you felt panic rising in your chest. You couldn’t be responsible for the care for a toddler Prince of Lucis, let alone losing him!

“Noctis!” You shouted, cupping your hands around your mouth.

Gladio spun on the ball of his foot. “NOCTIS!” His shouts joined yours and he started walking deeper into the grass, further away from the camp, closer to the garula herd.

You knew that shouting at a herd of wild beasts was a sure-fire way to get their attention, and probably get attacked by them, and while confident in your abilities, there was no way you could take on a whole herd alone and protect children who used to be adults from their onslaught. Hopefully you would find Noctis because the garula paid you any mind.

Traipsing deeper into the grass, you glanced behind you back at the haven trying to discern if Ignis and Prompto were alright. You were too far away to see anything specific, but the tent was still standing and you couldn’t see anything burning, or hear anyone crying. You hoped that Ignis the child was as responsible and sensible as Ignis the adult. Gladio walked ahead of you, one harm outstretched and squatting to better conceal himself - though that really wasn’t necessary considering the grass hid him from head to foot – it was still sweet to see him trying to fit into the role of protector even at a young age.

Dropping your stance lower and more defensive the closer to the herd you moved, a rustle in the grass nearby grabbed your attention and through the tall stalks to saw the dark, messy head of Noctis only a few feet away. Relief flooded through your every nerve and vein. You stood and walked towards him, thinking up what kind of reprimand would be suitable for a toddler Prince. Only, you stopped when you saw him, all the angry rushing out of you. Before you, Noctis squatted with his hand extended and a baby garula quietly eating mouthfuls of grass as the Prince offered them.

“There y’go, buddy.” Noctis cooed happily. “You eat whatever you wike.” You stood back for a moment, the panic quelling and watched the two youngsters bonding. The baby garula timid, but hungry, and Noctis with his natural affinity for animals coaxing it gently to eat more. “You gotta gwow up big an’ stwong.” He grabbed another handful of grass and offered it to the creature.

At your side, you heard Gladio gasp. “Noct!” Before the shrunken Shield could rush in and cause a stampede, you grabbed him by the collar and held him in place.

“Noctis is fine, Gladio.” You informed the now pouting boy. “He’s not in any danger.”

“B-bu-but—” Gladio stuck his bottom lip out, but you ignored him instead moving gradually towards Noctis and his new friend. You could hear Gladio muttering under his breath behind you as you dropped low to the ground on your approach. You didn’t want to frighten the baby garula either, nor did you want to startle Noctis.

You plucked a handful of grass from the ground, with a few purple and white clovers and offered it to the garula. It’s trunk-like nose stretched out, smelling your offering, before it curled around the greenery and you watched as it pulled it all into its mouth. Noctis giggled, and beamed at you. “He wikes you.”

“Probably like you more.” You said, smiling. “How about your breakfast, Noct?”

“I am a wittle hungwee…” Noctis mumbled, rubbing a hand over his stomach as it growled as if on cue.

“Okay.” Offering a hand to him, you slowly got to your feet still aware that only a few feet away was the rest of the garula herd and that the youngsters mother was probably watching. “Come with me back to camp, and we’ll get started on some breakfast.”

“’Kay!” Noctis slipped his small hand into yours. “Bye!” He waved at the garula calf and began to walk in the direction of camp, his steps a few ahead of yours.

“Gladio!” You called back to the remaining child. “Breakfast time.”

“I’m not hungwee.” Gladio huffed, following a few paces behind with his arms folded.

“If you don’t eat now, you don’t eat at all.” You replied, a lesson your own parents had used on you growing up. “It’s your choice.”

You heard more aggrieved mumbling from behind you, and the vague sound of stomping on the ground. Clearly, you had won this battle of wills. Probably nothing to be too proud of, given that Gladio was currently an infant – but, you still had to give yourself kudos for not resorting to equally childish tactics.

On returning to the campsite, you were relieved to not only see it still relatively neat and tidy, but that both Ignis and Prompto were almost exactly where you had left them. You were sure you had Ignis to thank for that. He seemed to be the only one of your companions who, as a child, was much the same as he was as an adult. Prompto was happily flicking through a magazine, throwing it aside when he saw you arriving with Noctis and Gladio in tow.

“Noct!” Prompto dashed over, almost tripping over his feet in his eagerness. “Where’d y’go? Why didn’t y’take me?”

“Just wookin’ at the aminals.” Noctis explained, grinning. “They were nice. I got to feed one.”

“Awww!” pouted Prompto, “no fair! I wanna go!”

“No.” You quickly put a stop to that line of thought. “Who wants breakfast!”

“ME!” Prompto’s hand shot up, as did Noctis’. Gladio begrudgingly lifted his own right hand, and Ignis simply slid his glasses up onto his nose.

“Okay!” clapping your hands together, a new worry formed. How were you going to keep four kids entertained while you cooked? Oh, Gods… You glanced around the campsite, looking for something to spark an idea. They were too young to play cards and you couldn’t teach them an easy game. If you suggested King’s Knight and one of them messed up their carefully cultivated game with their childishness, you would be the one to blame, so that was out, too.

“She’s got no cwothes on.”

Noctis’ words brought you from your thoughts and you saw, to your utter horror, that he, Prompto and Gladio were all poring over a centre-fold of one of Gladio’s adult magazines.

Prompto lifted the magazine and turned it to you. “Y/N, why’s she got no clothes on?”

“Give. Me. That!” Storming over, you snatched it from him, closed the glossy pages and rolled it up, scrunching it between your hands. “Gladio!” You rounded on him.

“What?!” Big, confused amber eyes stared back at you, and you realised he had no idea the magazine belonged to him. That, in normal circumstances, he would take some “private time” with it, and quite brazenly show off the women in the pictures to his companions. This version of Gladio had no idea. He was innocent of all wrong doing. Shouting at him wouldn’t help, except to keep this whole problem going.

Taking a deep breath, you dropped your shoulders. “Nothing.” You said, sighing and tossing the magazine into the messy tent. You needed to get this fucking curse lifted, now. “Ignis, can you help me with breakfast, please?”

“Yes.” Ignis was already standing near the travel grill and cooker.

“Great.” You turned to Prompto, Noctis, and Gladio. “You three!” They smiled up at you, too innocent to be trusted. “Please can you disassemble the camp?” A few confused looks passed between the three round faces. You considered your words. “Can you help each other take down the tent?”

“Oh!” Prompto leapt to his feet. “YEAH!”

Noctis and Gladio gave slightly less enthusiastic confirmations, and you left them to it. Hoping they didn’t tear or break anything in their excitement. You had to wonder if, when this curse was lifted, would any of them remember this? If they did, how would they look back on it? Would they be mortified? Or find it hilarious, that they got to torture you as kids? You were mainly wondering so that if any of them broke something, you could still lay the blame on them if they remembered.

… That was something for future you to ponder. Right now, present you had five mouths to feed.

“Okay, Ignis.” He looked at you, green eyes shining behind his glasses, “what do we have that is quick and simple? Have you got your recipe book?”

“Recipe book?” he cocked his head to one side.

A feeble, hopeless laugh left you. “Right.” You sighed. No recipe book then, no way to cheat from Ignis’ notes and knowledge. That wasn’t an issue. You knew how to make toast. And if there were eggs, then egg-toast was another thing you knew how to make. All was not lost. “Never mind.” You smiled down at him and were met with possibly the most judgemental look you’d ever seen on a four-year-old. Clearly child Ignis did not think you were qualified to be taking care of them. A point on which you agreed. “Do we have eggs?”

There were eggs, and plenty of bread, and to your surprise, Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio set about taking down the campsite without too much fuss. You kept an eye on the three of them, while Ignis assisted you with the basic cooking tasks, like cracking eggs, whisking them, and setting up plates and cutlery for the five of you. Occasionally you hear Prompto whine because Gladio had barked an order at him. Or you heard Gladio telling Noctis off for slacking. Only once did you have to leave Ignis and track down Noctis and Prompto, who had snuck off a few feet away from the camp and were planning on throwing mud clods at Gladio.

You managed to cook a reasonable breakfast. Nothing to the standard of Ignis, but it was edible and ended any complaining about hunger for a bit. You found as you sat down with your four companions in their current appearance, that it wasn’t so bad. When they had their mouths full of food, or simply closed because they were stuffed they were bearable. Even sweet. Prompto smiled, happily flicking through his camera with Noctis looking over his shoulder. Gladio lay on his back, his tummy a little rounder than before after making his way through his third helping of breakfast, and Ignis quietly tidied everything away making ready for departure. In fact, Ignis as a child was not that different to Ignis as an adult. At least, not in so far that you could see. You wondered if perhaps as a child he had simply been shy, and that if the others were not so boisterous, and given time he would come out of his shell as little more…

Not that you had plans to wait and find out. Once you got to the car, you were calling Cor and figuring out a remedy to this disaster. The Prince of Lucis could not go an implore the Astrals as a four-year-old. And you didn’t want to know how much bladder control they each had, quite frankly.

It took another half an hour for everyone to be ready to move, and for the last few bits of your camping and cooking equipment to be tidied. The car was a short walk away… Short for you and the men as adults. As children, it was probably a bit longer, but they each offered to carry something to help.

Like a tentative mother guiding her brood to safety, you took the lead, carefully judging the grasslands surrounding the haven. The garula herd had moved off some time ago, still just visible in the distance. There was a small grouping of arba with their calves that you knew would leave you alone, if you left them alone. There were no obvious predators that you could see, but you knew that some like yellowtooths liked to stay low to the ground and pounce on unsuspecting prey when they disturbed the grass. You could see the Regalia’s body work shining on the road nearby, a glinting beacon beckoning you to it. You had to take the chance. If something attacked then you would fend it off, while your infant companions made a dash for it.

“So, you all know what to do?” you glanced around at the four of them. “If something happens?”

“Run to the car.” They each repeated back to you for the tenth or fifteenth time – you’d stopped counting.

“Correct.” You swallowed your fear, planting a smile on your face. Prompto and Noctis stood on either side of you, Gladio and Ignis beside them. “Okay, with me.” Ushering them forward with a gesture of your hand you watched them all run down the banks of the haven and into the grass. You followed a few steps behind, eyes flicking from each boy making sure they weren’t falling behind. When Prompto tripped on an unseen stone you were quick to grab him and get him back on his feet so he didn’t slow down. Gladio seemed to find the whole thing funny, and instead of running properly was running side on. Ignis, like you, was checking back and forth and around – ensuring there were no encroaching enemies or dangers.

The car didn’t seem this far away at first glance, but you realised you were having to go up a small hill to reach the road side. Not an issue for you, but Prompto and Ignis were flagging a little. Noctis slowed down to help his friend, grabbing Prompto by the hand and hauling him up, the two of them keeping pace with each other.

“C’mon Iggy!” Gladio, already at the top of the hill, signalled with his hand, offering moral support if nothing else. You kept behind Ignis, walking up the incline at his pace.

When you eventually got to the road and the car, relief like a torrent of rain washed over you. You dumped the camping gear in the boot and flopped onto the tarmac unceremoniously, thankful to be in a reasonably safe place and well on your way to getting this disaster undone.

“IWANNASITINTHEFRONT!”

Groaning, you got to your feet and slammed the boot closed, watching as Gladio held Prompto away from the driver’s seat with his hand in his face, and Prompto’s arms wind milled wildly in an attempt to strike. Noctis was already in the backseat, happily getting comfortable and clearly ready for a nap. Ignis had climbed over the driver’s seat and into the passenger seat. He was rifling through the cooler that sat between the front seats and was where his Ebony was kept.

“Gladio, enough!” You snapped. Immediately Gladio let his hand down from Prompto’s face and Prompto went smashing, face first, into the side of the Regalia. Several seconds of dead silence dragged passed sluggishly, before Prompto let out an almighty wail. Gladio shrank down into the driver seat, trying to hide from your gaze. You knew if looks could kill, child or not, Gladio would be dead right now.

“Okay, Prom, it’s okay.” You squatted to where the blond was sitting on the roadside, sniffling and rubbing his forehead. His fingers were smeared with a bit of blood and when he turned his reddened face to you, you noticed a graze across his brow bone. “Aw, you’re okay…” you murmured, gently smoothing your hand through his hair. “It’s nothing too bad, just a little cut. You’ll live.”

“It hurt…” Prompto whined.

“I know it did.”

“Can you kiss it better?”

You weren’t sure whether the request was stupid, or if it was going to melt your heart… You did as he requested though, quickly kissing the mark and the forming bruise. Immediately, Prompto brightened. He wiped his snotty nose on his arm, sniffing loudly and smiled. “Okay.” You got to your feet, lifted Prompto and easily placed him in the back of the car with Noctis.

“I wanna sit in the front!”

“No one is sitting in the front except me.” You told Gladio. “Back.”

“But—”

“Back.” There must have been an edge of warning in your tone, because whatever argument Gladio was about to make fell in his mouth and he sheepishly climbed into the back seat. “Ignis, will you please sit between Gladio and Prompto.”

“Yes,” Ignis sighed. “I want Ebony.” He grumbled, climbing over the cooler to the back seat.

“You’re too young.” You sat in the driver’s seat and began to adjust it to your height and so you could comfortably reach the pedals. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and dialled Cor’s number. Like you had tried to do what seemed like hours ago. It took a few rings, but eventually you heard the clipped tone of the Marshall come through the receiver.

“Y/N? Why are you calling? Is there a problem?”

“Yeah. A huge, child-size one.”

A pause. “What?”

“It…” you tutted. This needed to be seen to be believed. “Whereabouts are you?”

“Coernix Rest Stop. Why?”

“Stay there. I’m coming to you.”

“What for? Where’s His Highness?”

“He’s with me.” You turned the key in the Regalia’s ignition and she purred to life. “Believe me, you’ll need to see this. You won’t believe me if I tell you. Just, don’t leave. We’ll be there soon.” Clicking off your phone, you put it in the passenger seat, and glanced in the rear-view mirror at your passengers. Noctis, still dozing, Prompto massaging his forehead, while Ignis and Gladio stared out at the passing scenery. You found you missed the noise a little. “Hey guys?” Prompto, Gladio and Ignis all grew alert at the sound of your voice. “Who wants to go see Cor?!”

A cheer arose from behind you.

Cor was not going to know what hit him.

Hahaha. Now Cor gets to enjoy. HA! I hope you liked this? Let me know if you did! Reblogs/comments/tag flails are always welcomed and appreciated. Please feed your local fic writers. <3

#final fantasy #ff15 #noctis #prompto #gladio #ignis #reader #reader insert #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #gladio amicitia #ignis scientia #cute #chocobros #chocobro kids #writing #my writing

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askunfortunatesisters · 7 years ago

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Xerxes watched Renfrew mangle Cordelius. He cackled madly. “OH MY, LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE HAVING A LITTLE TROUBLE, CORDELIUS. CUTE~”

He charged and leaped into the air and onto the back of the abomination, meeting Renfrew at the head. He had no time to speak as Cordelius flung his head wildly around, flinging both Xerxes and Renfrew off and onto the ground.

Spreading his wings, he leaped into the sky, readying his talons as he came rocketing down with another glow in his mouth, ready to let loose.

The quartet quickly scrambled out of the way as Cordelius crashed into the ground, leaving it damaged. But that wasn’t all, he swung his head back and forth, unleashing the life stealing beam he had done before.

Everything in the area for miles withered and died, becoming cold stone.

Including Jacques. He was a stone statue of a houndoom bracing himself for impact.

Renfrew frowned. He didn’t know Jacques, really. But it still angered him. He bolted for Cordelius’ face, but was batted away by his tail.

“RENFREW~” Xerxes called. Renfrew looked at Xerxes.

“TRY AND RIP THE SNAKE’S HEAD OFF. PLEASE, IT’S VERY, VERY IMPORTANT.”

Renfrew didn’t quite understand, but he jumped up to meet Cordelius again.

Alessandro on the other hand, had placed an attack at just the right position and time to slice the beast’s tail in pieces as it swung back around.

“E-E-ENNNOUGH....” Cordelius roared, spreading his wings.

The mangled yveltals body began to glow, and everything in the area began to die as it's life energy was absorbed.

Including Renfrew, Alessandro, and Xerxes. Renfrew fell from the air like a bird that had been shot. He lay there motionless. Alessandro had gone limp, too.

They were no match for yvveltal’s life draining abilities.

Xerxes shivered. He felt his own energy leaving him. He charged forward and leaped into the air again to land on Cordelius’ head.

“Big mistake, buddy.” He growled, and dug his vicious teeth into the skull of the snake.

What followed was a grotesque, sickening noise of the skull being pried from the Yveltal’s.

#plot #tw: body horror #tw: blood #tw: gore

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maswartz · 8 years ago

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Power Rangers Beast Might

Centuries ago a strange cube-like object appeared in orbit around Earth. Its origin was unknown but its mission was clear, it was to collect a sample of each species on Earth should the planet ever be lost due to internal or external causes. And so the AI of the Cube, Z:00 carried out its mission. Scanning and collecting data and samples from each species of animal on the planet. Each was collected within a small data cube. One day a group of aliens calling themselves the Galactic Hunting Guild arrived at Earth. They attacked the cube hoping to use the data to create their own private hunting range. During the attack many data cubes were scattered in the city of Stone Canyon. A group of people find some of the cubes and witness the Cube crashing and investigate. They find Z:00 moments before the AI cloaks the craft hiding it from the Guild. Z:00 explains its mission and tasks the five with collecting the lost data cubes. To accomplish this Z:00 gives them Beast Morphers, small cube like devices to track and scan the scattered cubes. Meanwhile the Guild decides to attack humanity to pass the time until they find the Cube once more. It’s up to these five to defend the Cube and humanity as Power Rangers Beast Might! “We call on the power of the animal kingdom! Power Rangers Beast Might!“ Tobias- Loves animals, studying to become a vet. As a ranger he must learn to connect with other people more. Wings of the Eagle! Red Beast Ranger- Tobias found the cube containing the data of the Eagle during the initial attack on the Cube. This allows him to call on the power of the Eagle. His Primal Power grants him wings. Strength of the Ape! Crimson Beast Ranger- Tobias’s second cube was found during a battle with one of the leaders of the Guild. This cube grants him enhanced strength and endurance. Wave of the Whale! Scarlet Beast Ranger- As the battle against the Guild grows more intense Z:00 modifies a group of data cubes, the first to be completed is the Whale. This form grants Tobias the Whale Blaster which can defeat even the strongest Guild Hunter. Sandra- Athletic, college student studying psychology. As a ranger she must learn to look past the flaws of others Jaws of the Shark! Blue Beast Ranger- Sandra found this cube during the first attack by the Guild. Within it is the data of the Shark. This allows her to call on the power of the Shark. Her Primal Power grants her fins and the power to “swim” within the ground. Paws of the Polar Bear! Navy Beast Ranger- The second cube Sandra finds gives her mighty paws and increased stamina. Barbs of the Platypus! Cyan Beast Ranger- This modified data cube gives Sandra the Platypus Laser which can cut through any defense. Marco- Excitable, loves parkour but tends to act before he thinks. As a he ranger must learn to accept responsibility for his actions Roar of the Lion! Yellow Beast Ranger- During the Guild’s attack Marco found the Lion data cube. He is able to call on the power of the Lion in battle. His Primal Power grants him razor sharp claws and a sonic roar Charge of the Bull! Amber Beast Ranger- The second cube Marco finds gives him sharp horns. Fangs of the Leopard! Saffron Beast Ranger- This modified data cube allows Marco to use the Leopard Hammer which can smash through anything. Jacob- Studious, skeptical, doesn’t act without reason. As a ranger he must learn to lighten up and enjoy things more Trunk of the Elephant! Green Beast Ranger- Found by Jacob during the Guild attack this cube holds the date of the Elephant. As such he can call on the power of the Elephant. His Primal Power increases his feet allowing him to shake the earth itself. Venom of the Cobra! Emerald Beast Ranger- Jacob’s second cube gives him the power to shoot toxic venom at his foes and increases his speed and agility. Talons of the Owl! Jade Beast Ranger- This modified data cube bestows Jacob with the Owl Slicer which cannot be dodged. Rachel- Rich, loves cute animals, romantic. As a ranger she must learn to ignore the monetary value of people and things Claws of the Tiger! White Beast Ranger- Rachel found the data cube for the Tiger as the Guild attacked. By accessing this she can use the power of the Tiger. Her Primal Power gives her claws able to cut through steel. Fins of the Dolphin! Ivory Beast Ranger- Rachel’s second cube gives her flippers to avoid enemy attacks. Speed of the Zebra! Pearl Beast Ranger- This modified data cube gives Rachel the Zebra Launcher which can blast back any foe. The Rangers have the SlaShot side arms and Tobias is armed with the Feather Whip Sword. Arthur (goes by “Ace”)- When his parents died Arthur gave most of his inheritance to sister to help her raise her children (his niece and nephew discover his Ranger identity when a Guild Hunter attacks their scouting camp out). As a survivalist he didn’t mind giving up the money. Only kills to eat and only eats what he kills/grows. Grows vegetables/fruits, catches fish, lives in a cabin in the woods with solar panels. As a ranger he must learn there is no shame in relying on others One day he finds a strange device. This device was a part of the Cube used to scan and analyze animals. It still had the data of the Rhino, Wolf, and Crocodile within it. However when Arthur touched it the device backfired due to damage. Arthur was transformed into a ranger but the instincts of the animals consumed him allowing the Guild to manipulate him into battling the other Rangers. Eventually they stop him and Z:00 repairs the device creating the Tri-Morpher. Sometimes before battle he says “Time for the hunt” Horn of the Rhino/Howl of the Wolf/Bite of the Crocodile! Tri Beast Ranger- Due to the damage Arthur the data got mixed together creating a single Ranger mode able to swap between powers. He is armed with the Tri-Rod Horn of the Rhino!- Arthur’s default form gives him the might of the Rhino. In this form he uses the Tri-Rod in its default mode Howl of the Wolf!- When Arthur calls on the power of the Wolf he gains increased speed and reflexes. In this form he uses the Tri-Rod in blaster mode. Bite of the Crocodile!- When calling on the power of the Crocodile Arthur gains incredible strength. In this form he uses the Tri-Rod in staff mode. His Triple Primal Power gives him the armor of the Rhino, the tail of the Crocodile, and the claws of the Wolf. The Data Cubes also have a special power. They are able to turn into mighty zords to fight the Guild Hunters when they grow gigantic. Megazords Beast Megazord- Eagle/Shark/Lion Beast Claw Megazord- Eagle/Tiger/Elephant Beast Blast Megazord- Ape/Tiger/Elephant Tri Beast Megazord- Rhino/Wolf/Crocodile Wild Beast Megazord- Eagle/Ape/Shark/Lion/Elephant/Tiger/Giraffe/Mole/Bear Supreme Beast Megazord- Rhino/Wolf/Crocodile/Eagle/Ape/Shark/Lion/Tiger/Elephant/Giraffe/Mole/Bear/Bat Beast Rush Megazord Eagle/P.Bear/Bull Beast Strike Megazord Ape/Dolphin/Cobra Ocean Beast Megazord- Whale Octo Beast Megazord- Octopus/Eagle/Shark/Lion Beast Ultrazord- All (Platypus/Leopard/Owl/Zebra are on shoulders and P.Bear/Bull/Cobra/Dolphin are on legs/back)- Finishing move channels the power of ALL the animals collected by Z:00 Extra Cubes Giraffe Bazooka Mole Drill Bear Ax Bat Boomerang Zebra Missile Platypus Laser Leopard Hammer Owl Slicer The Galactic Hunting Guild Lead by the Guildmaster who supervises every hunt and his assistant Huntressa. The Guild is split into two squads. The Alpha Squad is lead by a brute named Crashor who can rebuild himself after he’s damaged. The Omega Squad is lead by a genius named Quborg who specializes in outsmarting his target. The soldiers of the Guild are known as Hounts Hunters who fall in battle can be granted a medal by Huntressa allowing them to return as a giant. Shinobi Beasts In a lake a demonic Shuriken comes into contact with the Octopus data cube and becomes an Octopus yokai. The two teams unite to defeat it. After defeating the monster the Beast rangers retake the cube. Morphers- Beast Morphers, small rubix cube like devices with multiple modes (communication, detect cube, scan cube, morph). Tri-Morpher, a flashlight like device. Morphing Call- Unlock the Beast! Morphing- A Ranger colored cube shoots out of morpher, grows and surrounds ranger, ranger colored light shoots from corners of cube forming the suit. Tri-Beast: Pyramid of three colors surrounds Arthur, three beams of light shoot from the corners forming the suit.

Power Rangers Shinobi Strike <———– Powerverse ———-> Power Rangers Shooting Star Squadron

#power rangers #super sentai #doubutsu sentai zyuohger #zyuohger #power rangers beast might #beast might

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