Patior was glad that he'd brought his umbrella. Admittedly it wasn't much help at first, the water was falling so terencially that it was essentially like trying to put out an inferno with a water pistol. After alchemizing with one of the weights he'd brought through, the Heavy Weight umbrella was more useful as an actual umbrella, if more strenuous to actually use. He continued through the rain, knowing only from vague silhouettes in the rain that there was a town in the distance.
This rain was terrible for his rifle, and any combat he did along the way was handled primarily through his bayonet rather than firing; and was infinitely less efficient. Thankfully his well trained reflexes made it easier to actually get to the town without any of the enemies getting the jump on him. He did manage to clear a wide path with sniper fire after he had his umbrella, though he wasted far too many rounds trying to actually hit his targets. This rain was already grating on his nerves and he was barley an hour into the game.
The blue blood found that the rain was somehow less intense on the town itself, petering off more and more as he got closer, making it much easier to see, but still a wet, uncomfortable mess. The city itself seemed to be having more issues with the rain than Patior though. It was built of once great and well kept iron structure which had, unsurprisingly, now rusted over horribly. None of the consorts were outside, save for the engineers that were attempting to, piece by piece, replace every individual piece of the town with different, unrusted metal.
Patior could tell from the engineers that the consorts were all distinctly ape-like in form. He wondered for a moment if he should let them know that their task was useless, as the metal they put in would rust just as badly as the metal they were removing, perhaps before they even finished swapping all the pieces out; they'd never be finished. He supposed it was their own fault for making their town out of the weak metal in the first place, and continued on to look for more monsters.
Java was more perplexed by her land than anything else. She supposed the name said it all really, Land of Fans and Biplanes, both of which were certainly present. The rest of the terrain was a green field leading to a town, the giant fans taking the place of trees. As she walked, Java noticed that none of the biplanes were landing. This wouldn't have been a big deal, but none of them seemed to be doing anything, just flying endlessly.
Java realized what was happening when one of them did try to land. The wind let off by the fan blew the biplane back up into the air, preventing it from reaching the land. No matter what the reptilian consorts did, they were trapped in the air. Even shutting the plane off and going into a death dive wouldn't let them reach land, as the aerodynamic nature of the planes still made it possible for the fans to keep them airborne. Their last ditch plan was jumping out of the planes, which thankfully none of them tried, because the term 'death dive' would take on a more literal meaning if they did.
As Java walked towards the small village in the distance, the urge to chat made itself known. It was admittedly never far from the surface, and she knew ignoring it would only mean giving it a chance to become full fledged longing, which Aspico had advised against when Java had explained in. After making sure the area was clear of monsters, she sat down and accessed her chat client through her aviators, glad she'd alchemized it with her computer.
[Born2Fly has messaged PowerhousepartyAnimal]
BF: Hey, PA, you there?
PA: Oh hey! Wasn't expecting a chat during the game.
BF: Yeah well, I don't think any of us were expecting the meteor storm that's probably fucking up the planet right now. Except maybe Jeff? I'm gonna need to strong arm some answers out of your teammate later, and I won't hesitate to get violent if you try and stop me XP
PA: Stop you? I'm just as confused about this as you, I'd fucking help XD
BF: Lol, nice. Can't be conspiring you know, we're on different teams remember? I'm a villain, mwahahaha!
PA: Awfully upbeat for someone who thinks the world is burning up around them.
BF: Pff, and you're one to talk. The world didn't give me shit but a dream I couldn't a reach and a migraine, you're leaving behind, like, three different friend groups by being here.
PA: Right, my other friends..
BF:I mean, I'm absolutely glad you did, you'd have been burned up if you didn't, I just mean.. okay I'm not totally sure what I mean.
PA: It's fine, villains don't always make sense remember? Maybe you're just an agent of chaos villain.
BF: Heh, no need to try and put together a save for me. If I crash and burn, I crash and burn. But you know what they say about crashes?
PA: Flaming horrible death?
BF: No! Well yes, but I meant 'any crash you walk away from a good landing'.
PA: Oh, right, I knew that, I was just testing you.
BF: Suuurrreee. So, what's your planet? P
A: LoBaV, Land of Bonds and Veins. You?
BF: LoFaB, because I'm fabulous~ P
A: Can't disagree, but what really?
BF: Land of Fans and Biplanes.
PA: Oh wow, it just actually made a world around your hobby.
BF: I assumed it did for all of us, I guess you're not much into anatomy then?
PA: Fuck no, I get creeped out a little whenever I see my own veins, I don't need to be looking at them every time I look down.
BF: Welp, guess you're SOL. Better luck next time~
PA: Luck's never really helped me much. B
F: Well if that's your attitude, please substitute my previous statement for, 'Better get to work making the place better for yourself~'. Better?
PA: Marginally. BF: Better than nothing!
Java was glad that her flight helmet covered most of her face. Benign though the conversation was, she always got a little red in the face when she and Arvis were chatting alone. She made a mental note to message Aspico later on for more advice. Just because the world had probably ended didn't mean her social life, and her potential love life, had to.
Dustine was enjoying his world perhaps a bit too much. Normally, whenever something worked him up, he could only spend a little time wailing on combat dummies with his mace or working out before he'd have to go do something, almost inevitably something tedious or in need of his 'relaxed' persona, which would just feed back into the stress he was trying to work off in the first place.
Nut here on LoMaW, there was nothing to do but keep fighting. He shouted verses from the good book at the top of his lungs as he smashed through the imps as quickly as they piled up. He was unknowingly flinging his supplies away, as his Verse modus would here him preaching and eject whatever item was linked to the verse he was reciting without his knowledge, but that would be frustration for later. For now, he was just enjoying himself.
His planet may have been a muddy, running, generally uncomfortable place, but barreling through it berserker style was enjoyable on an almost zen level, made annoying only by the flying imps who killed his momentum and patience with as much ferocity as he killed their bodies in return. And then, upon reaching a bridge overlooking one of the namesake moats, he came to an impasse.
It seemed that the town was guarded by a massive humanoid toad man. He was built like a brick shit house, but the ogre who'd been guarding the gate to LoMaW had been built like three stacked together, so Dustine didn't think it would be any problem. He charged at the toad, bringing his Mirthful Mace down onto him.
The attack bounced off of the toad man like he'd been swinging with an inflatable hammer. The toad man drove his fist into Dustine's gut, knocking the wind out of him. Perhaps just to add insult to injury, the toad bouncer then lifting Dustine up and sent him hurtling into the sludge filled moat. Dustine knew that Mirthsprite could heal his wounds, broken bones, and possible infection, but his pride would be extremely damaged after that debacle.
