Hello all, once again, I return. Still no success's on the job search, but I redid my resume, so hopefully that will broaden the net enough for me. I don't understand it, I've done quite a bit of work previously, why is no-one interested? It's more than a little infuriated. And speaking of infuriating, I read a book about what to do after finishing school this week, and it was pure BULLSHIT. The author literally advised that if you can't find a position immediately after graduation, you should write a book. Literally, that was her advice. That's it. So, yeah, not the greatest bit of writing.
BUT! Here's a continuation of a bit of literature that I hope you all enjoy quite a bit more than the pile of Sh*t I read.
Spoiler: Winning Votes
So, LET'S GET STARTED!
Your eyelids felt heavy as you felt yourself returning to consciousness. The second thing you noticed was the lack of extreme pain buffeting your every muscle like the last time you woke up, so that was at least a marked improvement. So, with a bit of effort, you managed to push yourself up into a sitting position and crack your eyes open to look at just how much had changed since your last bout of pain and stumbling.
"OOOOOohhhhhhh. I have GOT to stop getting my ribs crushed in. That's the second time this month!" You complained quietly to yourself.
"I would have to agree my friend."
"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" You let out a small, shrill scream at the unexpected response to complaints, prompting you to turn around and spot Omi, who was sitting beside you on his knees, watching both you, and averting his eyes every so often, most likely scouting the surroundings for signs of danger. At that moment though, you couldn't be more thankful for it.
"Jesus Christ Omi! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" You harshly whispered to the monk beside you, which only prompted a smile to grow on his face.
"Oh, do not worry about THAT my friend, I temporarily stopped your chi flow to make sure I could do the necessary treatments to your lacerations and ribs, so there is no way your heart can be attacking you for at least another few hours!" Omi said, teeth shining as he gave you a thumbs-up.
Aaaannd, THERE was the reminder that you had been in horrific pain before passing off to Lalaland. As you looked down your now bare chest and arms, you could definitely see the marks from your previous not-so-gentle landing, and they didn't seem nearly as bad as before. Hell, looking at the size of the marks left, they probably wouldn't even scar! Which was both a positive and a negative to you. A positive because you really didn't want to see the signs of what almost succeeded in killing you every waking moment, but a negative in the fact that 'Chick's dig Scars' in the words of both your Nǎinai and Grandpa.
So, look over done, you quickly put your cloak, which was conveniently folded beside you, back on, and began to get some answers.
"Woo! Thanks a lot man! If you weren't here, I don't know if I would have made it! But, ah, what did you do that was so effective?" You both praised and asked, wondering if you could get in on whatever miracle method used to pull you back from death's door, or if you had to make your own at a later date. You personally hoped for the former, as you just didn't click as well with biology as you did with robotics, ironically. (1)
The question caused Omi to flinch for a moment, but he quickly returned to cheer.
"Ah... I would not recommend what I had to do as a, what is it called, there-get solver? It is... not pleasant for the user." Om admitted as he turned away from you fully, now getting to his feet and checking around the nearby kitchen corner leading out into the main dining area.
You kind of wanted to pry into that a bit more, but seeing as he just saved your life, you decided to let the little guy have some privacy... for now.
Okay, on to more pertinent things.
"So, what happened while I was out? Is Clay still fighting the masked Bastard?" You questioned as you followed close behind Omi, using your greater height to poke your head out past the now off their hinges doors.
You listened with one ear as you carefully scoped out your surroundings, searching for anything you could use.
"My friend is indeed still fighting this Masked Kid, but he is... not kicking the butt." Omi replied as he began to move forward from the corner, path clear for a moment. This sudden movement nearly sent you sprawling as your balance shifted, but you managed to catch yourself and move behind him, still looking for anything to use.
And indeed, you could tell Clay was 'not kicking butt' pretty clearly, given that you could see the patchwork of growing bruises littering his frame that you could see from this distance. That wasn't, however, to say that Kid was looking peachy keen. No, he had massive rips in his leotard, showing pure muscle marred only by faint scratches and small cuts.
"Well, why don't we fix that, shall we? You help your buddy over there, and I'll get help. That sound good to you?" As you asked Omi, you were already backing away from the fight, trying desperately to not remind the Kid fighting about your existence which he nearly ended.
The question brought with it what could only be described as a mischievous smile from Omi, as he got on his tiny haunches.
"Indeed. With your soul not immediately escaping, I too can, how do they say, bunch the knot?" As you tried to puzzle out just what the little guy was trying to say, away he went, bouncing off and around every piece of debris and environment in ways a super-ball could only dream off.
Thus, you watched with eyes wide as Omi reached his target, and called out his attack.
"Rinsing Dragon Kick!" (1)
And suddenly he was under where Kid was going to land, spinning on his head like some kind of demented Beyblade, and both his legs spinning as fast as saw blades. Strangely enough, they also seemed to have a small layer of blue... energy coating themselves, but that was probably the light playing tricks on your eyes.
What you did instead was to gape as you watched the midget who couldn't have been taller than 4" 8' casually kick a grown mountain of muscle out of the air and into the already prepared haymaker of Clay, sending Kid to the ground at a rate that would leave most professional tag team wrestlers feeling insecure.
You quickly turned around and began to book it, completely ignoring the obvious elevator, and instead heading towards one of the many holes that lead down to the lower floors, presumably made during the ongoing fight.
Yep, not getting involved in THAT was possibly the smartest thing you had done all day. But it was behind you now, and you would keep it that way as you got what you came for and hightailed it out of this city with people that apparently had a problem with you breathing.
So, you leveraged your way down he first hole you could find that didn't lead straight down, and started to search for something, anything, that could help you.
Now, what would that be?
END OF CHAPTER
(1) This is a little nod towards the PlayStation 2 Xiaolin Showdown game. Never played it myself, but it and the DS game, which I DID play, are where I get the majority of my attack names from.
CHOICE: CHOOSE 2 Of the Options Below In Order of Importance
[] Search for Kimiko
[] Search for Raimundo
[] Search for Dojo
[] Search for Wuya
[] Search for Things to Use
[] Search for Money/ Valuables
[] Search for Eye of Dashi
EXAMPLE OF VOTE:
1) [X] Search for Wuya
2) [X] Search for Things to Use
I'm using this system so I know what we're trying to prioritize in our searching. The first thing is what we will go out of our way to look for, and the second is something we'll be aware of if we come across it. Hope that clears things up.
END OF CHOICE
Holy Shit, this chapter. I don't know what happened, but it stumped me harder than a F*cking wall ever could. No matter how I tried, it just ended up getting weird and sounding off, like they weren't the characters I was writing. This is always a bit of a weird time of the year for writer's for one reason or another, but come on! I didn't know they meant that literally! But, still, I can only apologize for having this post be THIS late, especially when people like Garnett are still doing omakes and things, which I love by the by. But, I swear, I WILL update again within the next two days, THIS I SWEAR!
Also, Garnett, you're Wu are being put on the list after this chapter goes up, and if you want to, could you PM some kind of backstory for your Wu so I can add it to the ever growing compendium of Lore and Wu? Please and Thank you!
So, with all this said, I can only ask you all to leave a like and review. Until I post again in a few hours, Ja Ne, Minna