Brendon panted heavily, wiping the sweat from his face as he gathered the grist from the boss monster of the tower he'd just conquered. It had taken a lot longer than he'd thought it would, and it had been too close for comfort several times. He'd actually run out of shotty ammo towards the end, and with no time to get more during the battle, he'd had to make it through the rest of the battle with just his Spade Sparker, letting thoughts of his hated Kismesis flood his thoughts in all her sexy, annoying, wonderful wretchedness in order to amp up the fires the axe started.

As a result, towards the end of the battle, Brendon was sporting a massive throbbing reminder of how long he'd gone now since he and Furlok's last meet up. He came so close to breaking down and just messaging her, but doing so first would be a victory he couldn't give the teal blooded bitch. She'd hold it over him until he managed to catch her at a weak moment in return, and so it would go.

He just managed to avoid giving in, though a bit of his dignity was chipped off when he saw the new message alert and excitedly answered, only to find that it was Valtina and not Furlok.

PN: Hey, just checking in. Things are crazy out here, and I can only assume you're getting it just as bad, lol. I know we're technically on different teams, but I doubt it's that big a deal if we still wanna talk now and then you know? We talked all the time before the game so.. well, just let me know if and when you're free to.

FS: Sorry, just beat a boss and got a metric ton of grist. Gonna head up to the glowing blue circle thing on the top floor.

PN: Glowing blue circle?

FS: Yeah, I saw it from a distance before I started fighting through the tower. I think it might be some sort of portal.

PN: A Gate.

FS: Hm?

PN: Patior's been checking with the sprites and other sources and learning the names of everything. It's called a Gate, they take you from one player's land to someone else's, probably whoever was right after you entering the game.

FS: So.. this thing will take me to Furlok's land?

PN: I think so yeah.

FS:... I gotta go. We'll talk later.

Brendon sighed off, missing entirely Valtina's subtle pale flirting, unintentional though it may have been. He quickly finished gathering the rest of the grist and ran up the final set of stairs and took a flying leap into the Gate, passing through in a flash and finding himself falling towards rocky ground, a series of frogs leaping out of the way to avoid being crushed by him.

Brendon threw down an item he'd alchemized using the Felt figure of 2. His power had been one of slowing time down. Only for himself mind you, but it thankfully made him immune to combat damage, as the attacks slowed and stretched beyond time any time they came at him. The item Brendon had created, a little amulet with powers of different items, allowed him to slow fall to the ground before taking off across the land.

His Farwalker Boots insured that he didn't need to know which direction to go as he ran, frogs jumping out of the way left and right, the future and past sensing properties from the Felt figures of 3 and 5 letting the boots carrying their wearer towards whatever goal they desired based on information from the past and future, meaning that if his goal was actually one bad for him, they wouldn't let him find it.

Thankfully though, a brutal beating from a Kismesis didn't count as bad enough a future for the Farwalkers to lead him away from her. He grinned over the rocks as he saw Furlok. The rodent horned troll girl was currently attempting to break down the door to a temple with a massive stone frog on the front of it. He jumped over the rocks and ran towards her.

She'd just have to wait to deal with the temple; which she was perfectly happy to do if the alternative was a few minutes fighting or fucking her pitch lover.


Patior drove his bayonet point into the body of the metallic imp in front of him, watching it vanish to grist around the blade. He jerked his body quickly, slashing at the winged, clown faced, hook clawed basilisk that had been slithering towards him. He fired immediately after his bayonet blade came to a stop the bullet firing through the open wound and killing the basilisk as well.

The blue blood gathered the grist as well, glad that all the enemies were weak enough to take out up close, as the rain was too thick for his sniper rifle to take out a distance. With the enemies now dealt with, he was finally able to pass through the gate he'd found. It had been at the top of one of the un-rusted metal structures, one with winged underling enemies crawling over it.

He passed through without a second thought. He'd deal with whatever was to be done on his planet at a later date, right now he wanted to be the fuck out of the rain. Once he'd passed through, he breathed a sigh of relief as he found himself standing in a dry, lush grassy field with warm sunlight shining down on him from above. Also a wave of cold wind from the massive table fans that dotted the land like obelisks, keeping the trapped consort pilots in the air, but Patior supposed that wasn't his problem.

Patior supposed this was Java's planet, going by the order in which they'd entered the game. He headed towards the nearest town, trying to get into contact with his teammate through the messenger, only to find that she wasn't on at the moment, which was odd. Typically Java was the one mot likely of their team to be logged on while she did other things.

Patior did eventually figure out why she'd logged off. Well, no, he never did actually figure it out, as even once seeing with his own eyes the reason his mind didn't quite put together why she felt privacy was necessary, hence him simply throwing the door in the consort inn he'd been told she was in, and seeming surprised by the surprised scream she let out.

"W*s doing +ha+ re*lly necess*ry?" Patior questioned several minutes later when the two of them were on their way out of the inn, "*nd wi+h your own spri+e? Just unsigh+ly."

Java, suppressing her blush intensely and taking a breath to avoid things turning violent, replied, "One: I can only go so long in situations like this without some kind of stress relief. Two: If you tell anyone about this, and I mean anyone, I'll take my brass knuckles, knock those perfect blue blooded teeth out of your mouth, and shove them all up your ass. Is that understood?"

"* sniper round would deal wi+h you long before you could." Patior said, Java just facepalming, "Just shut up and help me with this."

"With what?" He questioned. "I need to move these fans to get the pilots down." Java said, "Gonna point them all down and let the pilots land safely."

"You'll kill +hem *ll +h*+ w*y." Patior said. Seeing Java's look of confusion, he elaborated, "*+ +his poin+ none of +he pl*nes *re using fuel, just +he breeze. *lter +he wind +oo much *nd +hey'll *ll cr*ash. You h*ve to direc+ +hem correc+ly."

"Oh.. how do I do that?" Java questioned. "You don't," Patior said, "I do. You just be re*dy to c*+ch *ny +h*+ f*ll out."


Yes, there will be another lemon in the drabbles this week.