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Anything Goes / lol i juked u
« on: January 13, 2015, 10:33:20 PM »
I got bored
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if it isn't painfully obvious this takes place during CSA1
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“Eh… actually, Hilman’s probably buying those. Alright, then… I guess I’ll just grab some shurikens?”
It had been a day since the party defeated Robot Blathers and Thatguy in the heart of Phillip Manor. Their victory had been short lived; Count Nostalgia, their ultimate rival, had made his way to the Gamma Dimension and assumed infinite power. The once-sunny skies of Sheillo City were now tainted purple and choked in a thick, impenetrable fog. The market was mostly empty, save some shopkeeps and one figure perusing through a stall’s stock.
“Yeah, I’ll take those six. …Wh- no, I don’t need a bag! They’re shurikens! They would chop straight through it!”
The shopkeep grumbled to himself as he handed over the stars. “Some ninja you are…”
Thunder simply shrugged and turned. When he’d heard the generals were wreaking havoc, he was quick to fall in with his allies. At first, he was ecstatic to start working on his stealth skills, but the role of ninja quickly became less befitting; he did more throwing than actual sneaking. Between the battles with Robot Blathers and Thatguy, he gained the ability to temporarily disappear, but it didn’t hold much significance to him. He pulled out one of his throwing knives and boredly spun it around in his hand. It hadn’t occurred to him beforehand, but he had actually acquired a very large sum; it took a hammerspace upgrade to his robes’ pouch to even hold them.
A faint silhouette appeared far off in the fog. Thunder didn’t notice it at first, but it became increasingly familiar as he approached. He began to sprint toward the figure. It didn’t take long for panic to set in; he was not eager for a repeat of the showdown in the streets of Pryona all those years ago. It seemed the fear was ill-founded, though. Just before he got to sight range of the outline, it vanished. Thunder paused. Was I just seeing things?
It didn’t take long for his answer to come. A sharp pain flared up in his right ankle, followed very closely by another wound across his back. He fell to the ground, the paralytic serum already starting to set in. His assailant chuckled to himself. His hand tightly clutched a knife with the semblance of a scorpion. A drop of light yellow liquid dripped off the edge.
“All these years later, and you’re still overwhelmingly easy to get the drop on. You see this scar, on my leg? The one you put there? That’s a reminder. That’s a symbol. A symbol of my hatred for you and of the regret I hold toward that night. But not regret for challenging you. I have done nothing but regret not landing that killing blow on you two years ago. And so I have been planning. You know, you’ve made yourself rather popular! What with all the… heroism.”
“Ngh… What are you driving at?”
“It’s so delightfully easy to track down a celebrity. I could kill you right here. Just bring my hand down, and pop! The pitiful flame of your life, extinguished. But I have a better idea.”
“Wh- agh!”
One swift kick, and Thunder was out cold.
……….
“Ugh… what… hey! Carbin! Where’d you go?!”
Thunder was quick to get to his feet. Much to his disappointment, the assassin was nowhere to be found. A passerby, curious as to the source of the shouting, walked over with mild alarm.
“Hey, you’re… Thunder, right? I thought you left with your friends just an hour ago! What are you doing here?”
“I- wait… no…”
Frantically, Thunder checked his pouch. Empty. Even the shurikens he had just purchased were gone. With haste, he made his way back to base. When he got there, his fear was confirmed. The whole place was empty, and the airship was gone. The only thing left was a note sitting on a table in the center of the room. After a quick sweep of the area, Thunder turned his attention to it.
I figured you’d come running once you figured out what was going on. These are some lovely people you’ve partnered yourself with. I wonder if they’ll ever notice our little swap? Think of this as the beginning. I’ve got some great things planned, and I’d hate for my efforts to go to waste. Give the bird my regards, hmm?
Some ninja you were.
-Slen
It had been a day since the party defeated Robot Blathers and Thatguy in the heart of Phillip Manor. Their victory had been short lived; Count Nostalgia, their ultimate rival, had made his way to the Gamma Dimension and assumed infinite power. The once-sunny skies of Sheillo City were now tainted purple and choked in a thick, impenetrable fog. The market was mostly empty, save some shopkeeps and one figure perusing through a stall’s stock.
“Yeah, I’ll take those six. …Wh- no, I don’t need a bag! They’re shurikens! They would chop straight through it!”
The shopkeep grumbled to himself as he handed over the stars. “Some ninja you are…”
Thunder simply shrugged and turned. When he’d heard the generals were wreaking havoc, he was quick to fall in with his allies. At first, he was ecstatic to start working on his stealth skills, but the role of ninja quickly became less befitting; he did more throwing than actual sneaking. Between the battles with Robot Blathers and Thatguy, he gained the ability to temporarily disappear, but it didn’t hold much significance to him. He pulled out one of his throwing knives and boredly spun it around in his hand. It hadn’t occurred to him beforehand, but he had actually acquired a very large sum; it took a hammerspace upgrade to his robes’ pouch to even hold them.
A faint silhouette appeared far off in the fog. Thunder didn’t notice it at first, but it became increasingly familiar as he approached. He began to sprint toward the figure. It didn’t take long for panic to set in; he was not eager for a repeat of the showdown in the streets of Pryona all those years ago. It seemed the fear was ill-founded, though. Just before he got to sight range of the outline, it vanished. Thunder paused. Was I just seeing things?
It didn’t take long for his answer to come. A sharp pain flared up in his right ankle, followed very closely by another wound across his back. He fell to the ground, the paralytic serum already starting to set in. His assailant chuckled to himself. His hand tightly clutched a knife with the semblance of a scorpion. A drop of light yellow liquid dripped off the edge.
“All these years later, and you’re still overwhelmingly easy to get the drop on. You see this scar, on my leg? The one you put there? That’s a reminder. That’s a symbol. A symbol of my hatred for you and of the regret I hold toward that night. But not regret for challenging you. I have done nothing but regret not landing that killing blow on you two years ago. And so I have been planning. You know, you’ve made yourself rather popular! What with all the… heroism.”
“Ngh… What are you driving at?”
“It’s so delightfully easy to track down a celebrity. I could kill you right here. Just bring my hand down, and pop! The pitiful flame of your life, extinguished. But I have a better idea.”
“Wh- agh!”
One swift kick, and Thunder was out cold.
……….
“Ugh… what… hey! Carbin! Where’d you go?!”
Thunder was quick to get to his feet. Much to his disappointment, the assassin was nowhere to be found. A passerby, curious as to the source of the shouting, walked over with mild alarm.
“Hey, you’re… Thunder, right? I thought you left with your friends just an hour ago! What are you doing here?”
“I- wait… no…”
Frantically, Thunder checked his pouch. Empty. Even the shurikens he had just purchased were gone. With haste, he made his way back to base. When he got there, his fear was confirmed. The whole place was empty, and the airship was gone. The only thing left was a note sitting on a table in the center of the room. After a quick sweep of the area, Thunder turned his attention to it.
I figured you’d come running once you figured out what was going on. These are some lovely people you’ve partnered yourself with. I wonder if they’ll ever notice our little swap? Think of this as the beginning. I’ve got some great things planned, and I’d hate for my efforts to go to waste. Give the bird my regards, hmm?
Some ninja you were.
-Slen
