"Marlog: So what do we do now? Keep fighting off the pickle dicks until something happens?"
"Skittles: We could try and make those cool pajamas now!"
"Green: But where would we start?"
"Marlog: Well if it's sleepwear, wouldn't we start by putting some of that in?"
"Green: That would make sense, but what would we use as a second object?"
"Marlog: Would it matter if the pajamas are game objects?"
"Green: I guess not, Skittles, you have the most grist out of us, why don't you try first?"
"Skittles: CAN I? Okay, hold on"
Skittles took a onsie from her closet and threw it onto the alchemiter. For a second object, she figured to throw in a white rook from her chess set, really just for the hell of it. She commenced the alchemization and a neatly folded pair of green pajamas lay in the wake of the components. Skittles quickly changed into them (Under a blanket of course, she couldn't trust Marlog's prying eyes) and looked into a mirror. The clothing had a dark green hood with lighter green clothing pieces the further down the garment you went. There were also had some white and green stripped socks with red slippers.
"Skittles: Hehehe I look like the wicked witch of the west!"
"Seable: Ugh, Imps are coming, hold on."
"Skittles: Oh shit, I have some of those too, but they look so cute with the little red paint droplets on them!"
"Marlog: Geez, are they rising up against all of us? I need to re-exterminate mine already."
"Green: Oh, alright, bye everyone."
Seable strapped on the backpack, cursing it's inflexibility in design. She would need to work on that in future iterations. She lit the flame and carefully got through the door, making sure not to dent anything on it, that might end up in a few unwanted flames. Though NightBrightSprite might be happy. The imps had evolved here too, ugly little suckers. Seable pressed her left food forward, released the gas, and flames rocked forth like a Mento had just been placed in a coke bottle that was shaken for about 3 weeks straight. Maniacal laughter could barely be heard over the charred corpses falling under the llama moon, merging with the ground.
Skittles found that once again she had to alchemize something, but this time she actually had to think whilst doing it. She took the compound hunting bow off her wall, and added the gardening hose to the alchemiter pad. She had no idea how it ended up in her room after being literally attached to the house, but she suspects Marlog found it to be a sick joke or something. The item combined into something that basically looked exactly like her bow from before, except there was a little dial sticking out of the top. The dial was split into two parts, 50% of it was marked "Normal" and the other 50% was entitled "Binding Shot". 'Rune-Terror bow - Ev.1'. As she was exiting her room to deal with the impending threat outside her house, she was stopped by her sister. For sake of not getting too attached, let's name her "TweedleTwo", because "TweedleOne" is likely somewhere not paying attention and thinking about the man that she'll never see again, who was probably dead long before they entered the medium anyways. But we're not going to tell her that.
"TweedleTwo: WHAT DID YOU DO!"
"Skittles: Why'd you assume it was me?"
"TweedleTwo: The ominous noises coming from your room, the high pitched screaming from outside, the weird ass clothes you're weari-"
"Skittles: Heeeeeey!"
"TweedleTwo: Tell me I'm wrong."
"Skittles: Okay, you're wrong"
"TweedleTwo: But am I really?"
"Skittles: No…"
"TweedleTwo: So I'll ask you again, WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"Skittles: Look, I'd love to explain what happened, but I have to deal with what's happening now so we don't all die"
"TweedleTwo: I'm coming too then, I want to know whats up with this."
Skittles sighed and walked down the stairs. She put the bow into her colorbook modus, and it took on the color "Bright Red". This meant she would have to take the attached pen and press it against something with a very low tolerance of that shade. Luckily, TweedleTwo was wearing a very bright red sweater that fit the bill, so she shoved that pen all over it's wooly glory
"TweedleTwo: What are you!-"
"Skittles: Sorry, just needed the color"
Skittles threw the bow into her strife specibus and withdrew it again. She opened the front door and nocked three arrows, with the bow set to it's normal setting. With the release, the imps took some hits, and disintegrated into grist. Her sister's jaw dropped to the floor as Skittles continued to mercilessly spear the imps' vitals. After a while, skittles got a little curious and switched her bow's setting to Binding Shot. When she nocked her arrow, the tip glowed a faint green color. When launched, the arrow left a faint green trail. Upon hitting it's target, the arrow split apart into four ethereal chains which bound the target in it's tracks, unable to move anywhere or do anything. Skittles pushed her still gaping sister inside and slammed the door shut, running back up to her room to add another item to her bow. A lamp? Why not a lamp. The lamp went in and nothing really changed about the appearance yet again. Though the dial was now split up into three sections, the newest section being labeled "Piercing Light". For testing purposes, she opened her window and fired a yellow tinted arrow at a somewhat unsuspecting imp. The arrow seemed to pierce through it, but because of the angle at which Skittles has shot, it just continued into the ground. Kinda useless unless you're in close quarters combat. Curious, she tried to add yet another object to her bow, but realized she didn't quite have enough grist. Where did it all go?
Marlog had grown tired of swinging a cardboard trident around, and decided it was time to actually get something done. So she started by throwing in a long pole, and then this cheap novelty "Bird axe" deodorant that one of her male cousins had left in the house. The only reason it wasn't in some landfill by now was so that she could use it as some sort of blackmail, but Bird axe is probably cool in whatever backwards state he was from. Which, let's face it, every sate is backwards. The alchemization somehow came together to be a weapon, A halberd to be specific. Ironically named the 'Hal-Bird - Ev.1'. The eyes of the blade stared into her very existence, and then shifted around to get a better look at the room. This kind of weapon could see the insides of whatever Marlog was cutting apart, and that made her feel very uneasy even though she would never have the experience firsthand. She put the Hal-Bird in her Pictionary Modus, and because it was the only thing in there all she had to do was draw a shitty scribble to get it to be the best fit. From there it went right back into her strife specious, and she whirled it around narrowly avoiding contact with just about every object in her vicinity. The Imps didn't stand a chance. But what she found outside, wasn't really an imp. It looked my like a giga imp, and that was scary as fuck. But nonetheless, A strife ensued.
A/N: This is the beginning of some random experiment I'm gonna try out and probably not end up using outside of the individual fight scenes at this level. But basically I'm going to give you all a youtube link to a song, and give you actions that occur at a specific Lyric set. The Idea is that over the course of the song, a battle ensues and is GLORIOUSLY CHOREOGRAPHED. So without further ado, Let's get this strife STARTED! Also note that the music isn't required for enjoyment, It just makes it that much more EPIC. So the music is in a tinyurl link, the /*whatever* is what you would put after the initial URL, but you were all smart enough to figure that out.
( Strife Music: /Marlog )
( Opening Music )
Marlog squared up to her opponent, it let out a very unsettling roar and dropped down to look her in the eyes
( I was looking for a breath of life… )
Marlog looked at the ground, she could do this, she knew she could. How could she not?
( To get a dream of life again… )
Determination filled her eyes again, she crouched down and held the Hal-Bird up
( But I needed one more touch… )
A swing down, A miss, the ogre didn't move. 'Release your tension Marlog…'
( Whose side am I on? (With each repetition, a strike is taken))
Marlog picked the Hal-Bird back up, and chopped at the Ogre's legs.
( And the fever starts to spread… )
The ogre steps back in a surprised pain, it growls again
( and although I was losing my mind… oh, oh, oh)
She takes more strikes, hitting it's arms and one final swing hits it in the chest. It falls over in defeat.
( I was looking for a breath of life… )
More imps come over the horizon, followed by at least two more of these ogres. Each made it's little taunt. How cute.
( Oh… )
(With each Ohhhhhh, Oh)
Marlog dispatched an imp, taking the blade right through their tiny torsos
( And I started to hear it again)
With the Imps out of the way, she focuses on the larger of the two ogres
( But this time it wasn't the end… )
She makes a clean sweep through both of it's legs, sweeping the blade up and hitting it down through the skull
( And my heart is a hollow plain… )
The second Ogre rushes to it's brethren's aid, swiping to knock Marlog out of the way
( I was looking for a breath of life… )
Marlog uses the Hal-Bird as a crutch to pull herself back up, she prepares to run back in but realizes that the ogre is showing a little bit of compassion, and she's a little disgusted with what she did.
( End Strife )
Marlog turned tail and ran back towards her house, only to notice this really spastic circle above her house which looked somewhat similar to the unprototyped Kernelsprite, if it had been two dimensional. Marlog "Sheathed" the the Hal-Bird and walked back into her house, jumping right back onto her laptop
"Marlog: Is everyone else back? I think I may have found something."
"Pris: Yep! Everyone came back basically as you left."
"Green: *Cough* Never left"
"Marlog: Good, can everyone see the sky right about their houses?"
