Guess who's back, back again, I am back, tell a friend (JK)
RelightTheTorch: A classic.
RandomGuest: I wholly agree with you. The Droid Army is much more diverse and even the B-1 battle droids can do much more damage considering they are independent thinkers.
W A T. Celeste Grace is an entirely different person. If you're not talking about her...sort of? The Playermodel is basically Neo's Semblance for his body.
Anyways, enjoy.
He never felt so on edge. Even when he wasn't recognizable, he thinks that it was a bad idea to leave.
Walking to somewhere, surrounded with nothing but foliage and trees, alone was terribly spooky despite its cheery ambience. Everytime he heard or saw movement, he would stand still and wait for it to come out. The fact that only small critters were the cause irritated him greatly.
"Stupid paranoia." He grumbled, shooing away a squirrel.
Walking for a few more minutes felt like he was back home. Just the feeling of normalcy was enough.
Two minutes passed...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...?
Hearing something, he quickly spawned a .357 and pointed at the source. A part of him wishing for a critter, the other wanted danger. The former got what it wanted and a bird flew urgently away from the trees and into the sky.
'Wait, that bird was too fast. What could've...' A roar cut off his thoughts and a paw came crashing down on him.
He sidestepped the attack and looked at his opponent, an Ursa. Scratch that, two packs of Beowolves and another Ursa were there.
"Come on! Leave me be! Don't you have something better to do?!" He shouted, shooting down 3 Beowolves while jumping away to get some distance.
The Ursa from earlier did another swipe at him. It missed and earned three shots to the head. Spawning a Spas-12, he shot it twice and two Beowolves fell. Batting away a claw with the stock, he smashed it across the wolf's head and shot its head. Another fell the same way. The other Ursa got its chest open to a double barrel shot.
Spawning an AR2, he gunned four Beowolves down and ended the Alpha with an dark energy orb which killed two more. Throwing a grenade, he got out a Gravity Gun and a sawblade. The grenade blew up, killing three Beowolves. The player followed up with a sawblade cutting through three more. Dodging a claw, he backstepped and spawned an explosive barrel. Grabbing it with his Gravity Gun, he launched it towards the Grimm.
Covering his head from the shrapnel, he spawned a crowbar and threw it at a beowolf. It smacked it away and was greeted with a harpoon which collided with its friend behind him. The alpha came barreling down on him from the behind, launching him into a tree. Desperately rolling away to avoid a claw, he brought out his AR2 again and shot it down.
Combine tech is way too OP for this one, if the bisected body was anything to say.
Healing himself with the HealthKit he just spawned, he removed any evidence of his fight. Of course, props were deleted, decals were removed and he had to run away from the scene because the smoke emitted from the dead Grimm was bound to catch the attention of someone.
After running for a few minutes, he looked around before sighing. "I am so lost."
Hearing a caw, he looked around again. He saw a crow perched on a tree branch, looking straight at him.
Feeling uncomfortable, the player waved at it. "Hey, bird."
It cawed.
"I have absolute no idea what you're saying, but I think being lost has costed me some brain cells."
It cawed again.
"Yep, I'm talking to a bird. Definitely lost some brain cells." He sat down, crossing his legs.
Resting his head on his hands, he silently had a mental breakdown...
"I swear I picked the right direction, what it because of the Grimm? I might have lost track, oh no..."
"I'm never going to find my way out..."
"Why am I here, again?"
...so much he didn't notice a man walking behind him.
"Hey." He said.
The player jumped and 'pulled' out a .357 to point it at him. The male had graying black, spiky hair, dull red eyes and a slight stubble along his jawline. Along with a red, tattered cloak, he wears a gray dress shirt with a long tail, black dress pants and black dress shoes. On his back was some sort of sword jammed down to a suitable size.
He blinked, before bringing his head and weapon down. "Sorry."
"No problem. Say, what was that part with you being lost?" After hearing that sentence, the player looked back up.
"Um... I can't seem to find my way out of this forest." He scratched his head.
"Well, I know my way around. Wanna come with?" The man offered.
"Please."
Time Skiperoo
Crow Bar. Crow Bar. Crow Bar.
'Apparently, puns exist. If anything, why am I surprised?' The player thought as he followed the man in.
Stable WiFi connection has been located!
System is connecting...
System has connected!
System is now downloading data. Please wait...
Downloading "File-0145", "File-0314", "File-0256", "File-0582" and 25 more...
'What the? Hopefully the bill isn't too much. It seems I have no control over this...system.'
"Hey!" The shout took him out of his trance. He made his way to Qrow, the one who guided him out of the forest.
"You lose your thoughts way too many times." Qrow remarked.
The player shrugged. "Part of my charm I guess."
"Anyways, shows about to start."
Shortly after, a TV screen on the corner of the bar flickered to life. Showing a man with a bushy moustache and impossibly large eyebrows with someone who had spiky green hair and round glasses.
"Greetings! My name is Doctor Oobleck!" The greenhaired one said.
"And I am Peter Port!" The other one followed.
"And we shall be your commentators for the 40th Vytal Festival!"
The player quietly listened. Sometimes sneaking glances at the patrons with their...phones? They didn't look like those, they looked like really skinny TacPads in Halo. The pair of commentators then proceed about explaining the rules and the fight that was going to happen. Something about Team Jupiter and Brawn.
Then the fight happened.
It was going well with no clear victor, until Asian Kung-Fu master got himself electrocuted through an electric baton used by the opposing team. The baton user tried doing it again on a redhead with a hammer, but her 'semblance' was able to take that energy and release it into a form of attack which sent the baton user flying away.
Then after a few more minutes, it all stopped.
The patrons noticed it, the bartender noticed it, they stopped. Judging by the body language, they were arguing over something. Why are they arguing? That's what he wants to know.
Then as if they took advantage of the pause, the hammer lady yeeted them out of the area. Which made that a knockout.
"Huh, those kids weren't half bad!" The bartender commented.
"Meh." Qrow muttered as he gulped down his beverage.
It was at this time the player noticed the collection of empty glasses by his side. The next fight was team Sun and Indigo. All male versus all female. This will be interesting, the player noted.
And interesting it is! One of the team members of Sun has hydrophobia, one got hit on the balls, and Indigo lost due to the hydrophobic thrusting his electrified trident into the water, which Indigo was standing on.
The bartender whistled. "Now that was a match!"
"That was a mess." Qrow followed, a light slur in his voice.
'He's drunk.' The player lightly shook his head.
The bartender asked Qrow what fight he was in for. To which he looked out and saw an airship.
"That one." He finishes his drink and tossed some lien. "Happy Vytal Festival!" And with that he left.
"Wait! Qr-oh come on!" The player followed him out of the bar.
Drunk Qrow is best Qrow.
Sort of, there are some good and bad things. Mostly bad.
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