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Dec 4 2016, 01:12 PM
The Save point flashed, depositing Bass and his companion into the town of Twilight. "...Well, at least things were uneventful." He looked around, scanning the area. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, besides the usual daily influx of people everywhere. The robot decided to do away with his battle armor in a flash, revealing his civilian clothes, being a black t-shirt and light yellow pants. He turned to his companion. "So, where to? I don't know where we're going. Never been here before." Treble warped in beside him. "Woof!" He wagged his tail happily, following behind Bass.
Jun 15 2016, 08:27 PM
Two beams of light descended outside of the arena, nearby where Phil was currently talking with Hercules. Both Olympians stopped to look at the lights, which formed an armored individual with a wolf beside him.
"Hey, do you know if the Cups are still available to challenge at this time? I want to see what they're like." The armored person said to Hercules, not knowing who either the satyr or the Demigod were.
Phil looked over at him, and rubbed his chin. "I dunno, pal. We don't just let anyone in to challenge the cups. You gotta be strong! You gotta be tough! You gotta be Hero material! And you just don't look it."
The armored man laughed at this. "I don't doubt it. After all...I'm no Hero. My name is Bass Wily, the penultimate creation of Dr. Wily, who aims to rule the cosmos. I don't share the dreams of that madman, however. I merely wish to prove my own strength, that I am his strongest creation, that I can take down whoever dares to challenge me. That is my goal. So, show me what power this world has."
Phil and Hercules looked at each other questioningly, then shrugged. "Alright, hot shot, we'll give you a test. See if you're really what you say you are. First! Smash all these pots as fast as possible!"
Phil rushed around, setting pots up around the area, and returning to his own position. "Ready? 3! 2! 1! Go!"
Bass grinned, extending his left arm out. With a flick of the wrist, his hand appeared to disassemble itself, leaving a glowing cannon in the vacuum left behind. "Let's go with Rapid Shot!" The cannon pulsed with energy, quickly firing out ball after ball of hot plasma, each striking a pot with precision and shattering them instantly. This onslaught continued until the area was clear.
"And done! That's 15 seconds and 38 milliseconds, on the dot. So! What do you think, goat man?"
Phil's jaw had dropped at the fast work Bass had done, but quickly pulled himself together. "Alright, you got talent, I think. You've got the potential to be a Junior Hero! But not yet. You gotta prove yourself in the arena!"
Bass just chuckled. "Stubborn little guy, huh. Alright. I'll take on whatever you got."
Phil pointed at a gate, with plaques around it. "You see all those? They're the last champs of the arena. Heroes and Junior Heroes alike who proved themselves time and again of their strength, their skill, and their ingenuity. Of course, none of them come close to my boy Herc here, but still, they're good. Compete in the cups, and get your name on those, and THEN I might consider you a Junior Hero."
Bass and Treble frowned at Phil. "That's some interesting logic there, but what the heck, I'll do it. Which cup is first...Phil Cup?" He looked at the listing, then to the cup itself. "Did you seriously name a cup after yourself? That's funny. All right, I'm taking it on! Treble, stay here for a bit. I don't think I'll need your help here." He began to walk to the arena gates, ready for combat. The robotic canine nodded, yawning and laying down at the base of the cup's plaque, seemingly going to sleep.
Dec 14 2014, 09:08 PM
(Continued from When Worlds Die)
Lance appeared out of the Save Point, looking around. From his perspective, there was a bit of fighting going on. ...Well, no use standing around. He charged in, smashing his Chatsu Shield into an enemy. Thank goodness he already had formed the weapon on board his ship. "Start moving civilians to safety! Where's the security system?!" He screamed, bull rushing a small group of Heartless and quickly cutting them down, only to twist around and block a blade from a Darkspawn Hurlock. "Grr...GET OUTTA MY WAY, YOU MOTHER-" With a low kick, he tripped the Darkspawn and knocked its weapon away, bringing the shield down and decapitating the monster.
"Be careful! These guys seem strong." Lance looked around for more signs of battle, and civilians... "Oh crap, this might mean the Armada's coming here. I'll have to engage them after all. Dang it! I don't have enough firepower for this!" He stomped away, looking for places to help out.
Nov 7 2014, 04:13 AM
As the title reads, I'm going on vacation. Saturday morning my time, I'll be on a plane off to a small island off the coast of Mexico for rest and relaxation. From the 8th to the 24th I shall be gone.
Needless to say, I won't be checking in here during this time (Though I want to). All threads I'm currently in: Sorry about this, I'll get to posting as soon as I return.
Sep 5 2014, 02:36 AM
The Save Point glowed, allowing the passengers of Lance's vessel to exit to the Gardens. More specifically, at the Marketplace. Multiple buildings were sprawled out amongst them, including the more prominent shops. Items, Weapons, Accessories, and Armor shops stuck out the most, giving off a welcoming appeal.
After the others, Lance would come out, stretching. "Got a good amount of Munny from that battle, and everything's fixed! ...Still surprised we're alive. Well, no use worrying about it. ...Oh, we ended in front of the Marketplace. ...Shall we go inside? Or do we go to Merlin?" He asked his companions. It was up to them after all. He was good either way.