Welcome back.
So decide now if you want Menma to rofl-stomp the bosses of this game as vengeance, I know Anor Londo is getting 'special' treatment. At first he won't obviously but soon-ish he's getting his powers back, if you took notice as to why he lost them in the first place you won't be confused.
But yeah, how much do you want him to scale with the bosses, do you want it to be an up-hill battle like in the game, or do you want it to be a smoothe display of superiority? I will note that for the Undead Burg he will stomp, just saying it was cake-mode for me in the game so it will be the same in this.
Also, do we want Gwyndolin to be just a trap? Do we want to have Raxychaz conjure up some reason as to why snakes pop out of that dress? Do we want out Hebi Summoning Uzumaki to get freaky with said snake-appendage-haver? Because the 'Why-Boner' is strong. I'd probably go gay for Gwyndolin, just sayin' XD.
The questions.
Also so far
Pricilla – 1
Ciaran – 1
Quelaag – 1
All by the same bro, so if you want your opinion, put it to me.
Knightenemy – I actually had planned on him joining the Chaos Servant Cov'. Mainly because those Pyromancy spells are beast! Chaos Fireball is a fuckin' face-melter literally.
Fierdin – Not an Oc –Road To Ninja. I don't info-dump because I like to think my readers have enough intelligence to piece clues together throughout the story, otherwise I'd be like every other tom, dick and harry who blabs half of the fucking material at the start.
Start, Firelink Shrine.
Menma awoke next to a bonfire, bones nestled around the red-hot blade that poked out form it, orange embers flickering around it, lifting his hand slightly it reignited, he could never figure out how Undead managed to ignite bonfires with only their presence, but he pushed it aside as the comforting glow passed over his body.
"Oh? Another one, already? Let me guess, fate of the Undead, right? We'll you aren't the first who came to this rotting land for such a mission." Said a low and sombre voice, Menma blinked away the slight blur that came with awakening, lifting himself up to a sitting position he ran a hand down his face, he took a small comfort in the fact that his skin was no longer leathery and disgusting, still though, it was sunken in to an alarming level.
Red eyes gazed at the Crestfallen Knight, "A dying man asked me to ring some bell, so I'll do it. The fate of the undead seems to be just an added chore." Said Menma, breezily looking up into the sky and smiling ever so slightly, once more taking in a breath, "The undead…I suppose, us. We're all quite interesting creatures, finding out their 'fate' I suppose would be interesting as well." Admitted the Uzumaki.
"Heh heh heh, I suppose that's one way at looking at it." His laugh was downright menacing, Menma's eyes sharpened, "Quite the tall one you are…" Said the man, observing his new Firelink visitor.
"Mhm, yes well maybe the humans here are just short." Deflected Menma, offhandedly.
"Heh heh heh…" The man once more let out a few chuckles, ice trickled down Menma's spine, "Well I suppose since you're here I should give you a hand." The man sighed softly and leant on his steeple'd fingers, the man's armour was surprisingly clean and shining for one whom lived in Lordran, likely chainmail with a few very thin plates over the chest and arms, it seemed such anyway. His short buzz-cut of hair doing nothing to hide his pale skin and beady eyes.
"There are actually 2, Bells of Awakening…"
"I assumed as such when Oscar spoke of 'bells' plural." Interjected Menma, blankly, the man seemed to ignore the Uzumaki.
"One at the top of the Undead Church in the Parish, the other in the decrepit wastes of Blighttown, both filled to the brim with Hollows and other such monsters on the way between the other, if that scares you, you should just give up, like I have…Heh heh heh…"
Damn that laugh was creepy.
Giving up wasn't exactly one of Menma's strong points. Stubborn to prove the world wrong? Yes. If something seemed to fail he'd do it over and over until he overcame it, just to prove that he could. Call it pride if you will, it drove several of his foes to make a mistake, getting sloppy with the same routine.
"But look at you, you're practically hollow!" Started the man, Menma's red eyes shifted once more to the knight, "Then again…That might be better, heh heh heh."
"You speak like you know how to reverse it…How does one do so?" Asked Menma, the man merely hummed for a moment the 'giant' sat calmly and waited.
"All you must do is offer humanity to the flame of a bonfire. Quite simply really. To get humanity you could…slowly gather it from slaying foes, butter up a cleric and get summoned, or if you are abhorrent enough, steal it from a healthy undead…But then again who would do such a vile thing as that?" From the way the man spoke Menma could tell he knew such individual.
Well the last option would depend on who they were really, if he encounter some fool who wanted to test their life against his, free game. But he wouldn't go out of his way to slaughter the passive. That'd be kind of a dick move, and while he was in quite an annoyed state at the moment slaughtering people who were doing their own thing, away from him was pushing it a bit.
"Such a big help you are." Said Menma, getting up and dusting himself off, his hood once more over his head,
"Speaking of big, you are quite large…Any particular reason for that…" The man suddenly snorted in amusement, "Oh I know you're from Anor Londo, perhaps one of those demi-gods?" Pondered the Knight aloud.
"Doubtful." Sliced Menma, cutting the man's train of thought off at the front, "I'm not from around here. Certainly not Anor Londo. Which way to the Parish?" The knight gestured towards the massive outcropping castle, more like fortress, which was off towards the side; it was connected to Firelink shrine by what appeared to be aqueducts.
"Not going to take any armour, those 'robes' look positively threadbare." Said the Knight once more, his voice making Menma's eyelid twitch.
"I'll be fine."
A short time later.
'I'd love to know how that walking piece of rotting flesh is able to continuously throw fucking firebombs.' Grumbled the Uzumaki, as he once more rolled backwards, careful of the edge, whipping Oscar from the sheath he made a clean slice through a raggedy hollow who attempted to dive onto him, bisecting it, with a roundhouse he sent the torso into a much sturdier hollow, its armour not so incredibly destroyed, but still pretty bad.
The 'Warrior' hollow was knocked off its feet and off the edge, Menma felt the surge of new souls entering his mark, he cracked his neck grabbing the legs of the corpse and whirling it around, sending them spinning up the hill towards the fire-bug hollow, it missed unfortunately, but by the same token it seemed to be fresh out of explosives, so that was just as good.
Rocketing up the stone steps like a juggernaut Menma shoulder barged one hollow out of the way, in the same movement grabbing its axe and throwing the weapon into the chest of the explosive-obsessed hollow it fell to its knee's going completely boneless and falling off the edge of the mountain, once more souls flowed into Menma's body.
With a well-placed stomp he crushed his other foe under his boot.
"Whether he meant well or was being a sarcastic prick, pfft 'threadbare' these assholes couldn't provide a challenge for a blind man…" It continued one much similar Menma's slowly rejuvenating body allowed the continuation of his inhuman strength, while his chakra was out of his reach at the moment his solid strength was enough to compensate at the moment.
'Thanks for that, Gai-sensei…' The image of the green tight wearing, bowl-cut having man and his sparkling smile of unparalleled enthusiasm for a small smirk onto Menma's not-so-dead-anymore lips.
'And people were worried I'd be just like him. No…Leave that to Lee, he's much more suited for the bowl-cut than I.' Menma actually snickered at the memory of his old team mate, 'I wonder if they notice my absence?' This thought was in relation to those of his past in general. Naruto may, who knows with that boy, his parents, Kushina and Minato, well Kushina would no doubt notice due to the fact he was a die-hard momma's boy and was either spending time conversing with her, or training himself into unconsciousness. Minato was a hard pick, mainly because whilst the two were still friends outside their father-son relationship Minato was also the Hokage, and needed to keep his mind elsewhere, rather than a possible missing child.
That in itself actually eased Menma's mind a bit, knowing that his father would be strong for his mother no doubt. Lee would miss his 'eternal rival' as like their mutual sensei Lee had taken on an eternal rival, like Gai's 'rivalry' with Kakashi.
Gai-sensei kicked Kakashi's ass.
Anyway, Lee would miss him probably. Gai-sensei would no doubt over-react as usual and cry waterfalls of manly tears, the sight never failed to amuse Menma.
Another thrown fire-bomb drew Menma from his memories, quickly ducking under it and rushing forward he kicked the thrower off the side of the tower, he stood in the Burg a ruining castle/fortress the stone barely holding together, the wooden supports rotten and moss covered, it was filled was hollows, Menma was led to assume this was once some great fortress of some kind to some ruler perhaps that held a high power, it'd have to be with the sheer amount of dead inhabitants here.
Though no matter how numerous, a skilled swordsmen or one whom was nimble enough, could easily avoid their telegraphed strikes, seriously it was kinda sad, the amount of times he'd deflected blades from one to another was quickly increasing.
Not that he was really complaining for now it seemed the world had its kid gloves on, which was good he could feel a flood of souls entering his sign, hopefully soon a humanity would appear, whilst yes, he did have the 'solid' form, a corpse outside of Firelink had given him such, he didn't want to use them, as it could prove useful later, and right now he had no need for his chakra, as himself being 'hollow' drained himself of all chakra, though it seemed his strength was returning much quicker with straight up combat, a definite positive.
An axe came down a figure fell from above him, Menma back-stepped rapidly drawing Oscar from the sheath and staring down his opponent, he was immediately confused, it was another Undead, he assumed, wearing mismatched patches of armour and leather, looking no better than the Hollow Soldiers around, wielding a battle-axe and a heater shield.
Invaded by Dark Phantom Sorian
'This world is so interesting…' He did wonder how those random orange messages kept popping up like no-one's business, he prepared himself for a proper fight, he was slightly disappointed when his opponent began strafing from side-to-side and rolling repeated, wasting energy for no reason.
Menma's lips formed into a thin line, with a burst of speed he shot forth, his opponent ceased his rolling and swung his axe, Menma parried throwing Sorian's arms back and driving Oscar straight into the fools chest, twisting the blade for good measure and kicking him off the side, as Sorian began to fall into the typical cloud of ash and particles a flood of souls hit Menma, much larger than other's he'd encountered, along with several black tear-looking streams, his sign flashed over his glove, for a moment it burned orange.
03
How incredibly convenient. So not only does this thing keep him alive, stopping his overall permanent death, it also keeps a tab on how many humanities he collects, handy. Menma looked at Oscar, no blood resided on the blade, that made him hum lightly, sheathing the blade he dove a hand into his pouch, why not try one of those flasks?
Popping the small seal that acted as a lid he took a hearty swig, it was actually…Nice. He hadn't expected it to be, not overly sweet but definitely with a kick to it, it tasted like cider to be quite honest, without the burning bubble of the carbonated liquid.
Overall pretty damn good.
He immediately noticed the small tugging of protest from his muscles ceased, he felt almost completely healthy, Menma looked at the now emerald flask and smiled, spinning the bottle in his hand once before sliding it back into the pouch.
"Maybe this place isn't so bad after all?"
Oh Menma, you haven't met the bosses yet.
Tsk, tsk tsk.
End.
So yeah, I know he kinda rofl-stomped, but then again like I said this is the Burg, it's the kiddy-pool of Dark Souls.
Pyromancy is a definite, I'm going to take the other weapon slot as a greatsword, see I've recently replayed the game and the greatsword served me so well I want to honour it. Seriously that beastly claymore overpowered the Drake Sword in about five minutes. It was boss.
So Pyro/2hander main weapon set, no doubt a shield for the stuff one cannot parry, logically speaking anyway.
The invader is just a general nod to all the new players who start shit they aren't prepared for. That and the NPC invaders, mother of god they are hilarious sometimes.
I'm lookin' at you Mildred.
Any questions shoot me a PM or review it on this story, I'll probably answer it in both sources though so that's a thing.
Raxychaz!