thebastion | Day 150 | Action

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Day 150 | Action | Open

Who: Rook
Open: Open
When: Day 150
Where: The Skyway
What: A new arrival
Format: Action, but I can match prose, too
Warnings: Rook swears like a sailor, and he tends to be offensive

[He wasn't sure what woke him up first, but his first thought was that he must've fallen off of the rooftop along with Have's soul.

Have's soul.

He opened his eyes, immediately feeling around him for the soul, panic rising before his hand fell on it. Tucking the orb, all shiny metal and gears wrapped around a glass core, the inside filled with something red that moved like liquid, under his arm, he sat up, wincing as he went. The movement, simple as it was, pulled at the wound on his side and fuck if that didn't hurt like shit, still.

Something wasn't right here. For one, it was a hell of a lot quieter than it should have been, and two, Thom wasn't hovering over him fretting like Rook would have expected him to. He noticed the third thing after he got to his feet, hefting the deceptively heavy dragonsoul in both hands.

He wasn't on solid ground. It was more like an island or something, just way up in the air instead of in the water. He wasn't even bothered, going over to the edge to peer down. He was used to heights, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start being bothered by them now.

He whistled.]

Sure fucking ain't something you see every day.

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[Well, Rook wasn't entirely alone out there. Distance was a bit relative in this case, since that path that wound up and around sort of went all over and could be seen through a faint haze for a decent length. Crumbling rocks, jagged edges, forks and cross roads all dotted the way, apparently leading to some sort of... light in the very, very far distance from where he had landed.

But back to the part about not being alone - somewhere up there, there were sounds. Specifically sounds like some one, or something fighting. The loudest of the sounds being physical attacks against something metal, and that same heavy metal coming down repeatedly on the broken, floating ground enough to cause it to shake.

A voice called out, but what it was saying was probably too far away to be heard properly.]

[Those sounds only made him think of dragons-the girls that they'd lost in the war. It reminded him of how Have had sounded after she'd been brought back, confused and thrashing about. It felt like it too, with the way the ground was shaking. That was way more interesting than anything else. He thought there was someone talking to him, too, but like hell if he knew what they were saying.

Obviously, the best choice in this situation was to head toward all of those sounds. So, tucking the dragonsoul under his arm, he did.]

[Oh good, maybe he can help then, because whoever is up there seems to be having some trouble.

It's a rather unfair fight at that - roughly two against three, though the "third" in the three is much smaller than the other two. The largest are made of blue and black and some substance that was almost ooze or solid oil-like, with tails for bottoms but massive, imposing torsos and arms connected to the tails. One wielded a massive axe, and the other a hammer. The third one in that group held no weapon, but was large enough that it's darting about was distracting at best, and painful at worst.

Those three were keeping up a fairly relentless attack on an unarmed young man with fluffy green hair who was forced to dart and roll and dodge about to avoid hits, while his furred wolf-like companion actually took care of most of the attacking.

The voice that Rook heard was the man's, calling out orders to the other creature.]

Zoroark! Flamethrower!

[Help...he...lp...huh. Funny, that seemed like a word Rook knew, but he just couldn't figure out what it meant. What he could figure out was that there was some really fucked up shit going on here, and he wasn't sure if he liked it. Even if breathing didn't hurt right now, he wasn't sure he would jump in. He wasn't sure how effective his knives would be against whatever the fuck those things were.]

What the bastion fucking hell is this?

[Did... that new arrival just use "bastion" as a swear? That's... what N thinks he heard, but he can't really be sure. Especially not in the middle of a battle.

Zoroark, the creature he'd given a command to, hurled a blast of fire out of his maw at one of the larger ones. It struck, but only enough to stun. The other two were still coming for Zoroark and his green haired companion.]

I'm sorry, but as much as I would like to answer your questions, we're a bit busy at the moment!

Yeah, looks like you've got your hands plenty full.

[It was an understandable thing, he'd just stay over here, out of the way. If he was a coward, he would have suggested running. Then again, did it make him a coward when he wasn't even the one being attacked.]

Don't suppose a knife would do any good, now would it?

[Running isn't always an option when the widest your path gets is often less than two people wide.

Though N wouldn't be against it if they could some how get the Gasfellas distracted long enough to make an escape.]

I imagine you would have to be exceptionally proficient in the use of it as a weapon in order for it to be any good here.

[N only answers after narrowly missing getting his face taken off by a hammer. He jumps back with Zoroark, landing closer to where Rook was. The Gasfellas don't pursue them, but they sure are doing a good job of keeping that pathway out blocked.]

They're making this difficult...

Well, I would happen to be exceptionally proficient [why did you have to use big words] with 'em, 'cept I'm not really up to the task right now.

What's their problem anyway? Who offended 'em?

[Because they seemed pretty offended and pissed off to him.]

[Because.]

Unfortunately I don't have a straight answer for that. I've been mostly left alone on all my trips out here until just now. Suddenly they seem very determined to not allow us to get home.

[In other words - they started this for seemingly no reason.]

... if we could get them somewhat more single-file on the pathway, a powerful attack from Zoroark might allow us the room we need to flee.

[Maybe they didn't like Rook. A lot of things didn't like Rook.]

So, what? You need a distraction for 'em or some shit?

[He might be able to handle being a distraction.]

[Maybe.]

That would be helpful. If Zoroark can get off a Focus Blast after that, we may be able to run.

[If what can get off a what. Guess it didn't really matter how strange things sounded, so long as they could get off this rock and somewhere where things didn't want to kill them.]

Right.

[He shifted the dragonsoul to under his other arm, wishing that he didn't have to keep juggling its weight around, and began walking. He whistled-loud, because Rook's only setting was loud-and began to address the...whatever the fuck they were again.]

Hey! You ugly fucks look like you want to take a piece of someone. So, here I am.

[Just roll with it, buddy. That's the only way you're going to survive the Skyway with a scrawny guy and his bipedal fox.

N watches him closely, keeping an arm out to silently halt Zoroark's attacks. The Gasfellas zeroed in on Rook, though the Squirt seemed a little more distracted, sort of floating around out in the ether surrounding the pathway.

The other two get exactly where N wants them, though, practically single file on the pathway. Unfortunately that also put Rook right in swinging distance.]

[Well, that might have been bad news for him. Injured as he was, his reflexes weren't as quick as they'd be usually, but he was used to putting himself in dangerous situations. Which was why he'd done so now without hesitation.]

That's right. You want me, come and get me.

[Though it probably wasn't the best idea to continue taunting them, at least he was...slowly backing away?]

[N was going to try his best to get all through this without injury, so backing up was probably the best idea there.

A few more inches together, that was all he needed. They moved closer and closer together, until finally--]

You might want to duck. Zoroark, Focus Blast!

[Now, Rook wasn't exactly the kind of man to listen to other people, especially when they had no authority over him, but this time, all things considered? He figured it would be a good idea to follow that advice.

He did better than just ducking though, he side-stepped quickly to get out of the way. If he'd been up to it, he would have rolled, but he didn't think that would have done well with his side the way it was.]

[Not getting your head blasted by a Pokemon power would be good.

Luckily their plan, crazy as it might have been, actually works well in their favor. Zoroark charges up a blast, shooting a stream of energy out through his open maw. It strikes both Gasfellas, and while it doesn't destroy them, it does knock them both pretty far apart and away.]

Running would be the best course of action now!

[Yeeah, that sounds like it'd be the opposite of surviving, and he was quite fond of doing that. Being dead seemed like such a boring thing.]

Course it is.

[While he may not have been a big fan of running, he didn't need to be told twice in this case. Well, it was running with a bit of a limp, at least.]

Where're we running to?

[Survival at the end of the world is even more important, and N would like to keep living. As they take off and round the corner, the Gasfellas regain their composure from being struck, but by the time they did N, Rook and Zoroark were long gone and not worth chasing]

There is a safe place! Just follow me!

[Well, he certainly wasn't going to go sightseeing, not if there were large angry monsters around. So yeah, he was following.]

Yeah, but what's it called?

[Where was he, and what had happened.]

It would be easier to answer questions when we arrive! But if you must know, it is called The Bastion!

[Wait, what.]

The Bastion? What the fuck is the fucking Bastion doing way out here in the middle of fuck knows where?

[Of course, he could be thinking of the wrong Bastion.]

It's our only protection, now ask questions later!

[They seem to be approaching... something. A larger chunk of land, something set in the corner of it's square, and a distant light in the sky.

That was where they were heading.]

I'll ask questions whenever I damn well want to.

[Except, you know, he was actually going to shut up for now because talking combined with moving hurt a little. Just wait till he had more energy to focus on being pissy.]

Do you treat all of your would be rescuers this way?

[Wow N, actual snark. That's amazing.

But they aren't going to get much longer to focus on it.]

Step on that tile, and prepare for a bit of a ride!

Wouldn't know. I ain't never had any would be rescuers before. Never needed one.

[Which tile? That tile? Okay then. Seemed like a strange request, but he could roll with that.]

There's a first time for everything.

[And with that N's foot touches the strange little glowing gold tile in front of them and...

vanishes.

Or rather it's more like he's shot in to the air. But either way he's not there anymore.]

[Well, that was new. Couldn't be any worse than flying a dragon, right? Right? Either way, time to find out, because Rook wasn't one to back down from anything, especially not something as un-threatening looking as a tile. One deep breath later and he stepped onto the tile. And away he went.]

[Yup.

It wouldn't feel like much, though. Not even really like falling or flying, just sort of getting tugged along by winds.

At least until he lands.

If he's lucky he won't face plant like a certain white haired Cael does every time he goes somewhere.

Either way, Rook will wind up in the Bastion, and N and Zoroark near by looking as if nothing had happened.]

[In his current state, he should consider himself lucky if he didn't faceplant. He didn't though, just stumbled before catching himself. Balancing was a little hard with a weight under one arm, but he managed.]

What was that? Seen a lot of things, but no fucking magical squares.

[Good thing he didn't actually fall. N wasn't about to catch him.]

This is the Bastion I told you about. It is the one of the last remnants, and the only remaining safe haven of the broken world below us. The rest of it has been shattered in to the Skyway and those pathways and fragments that we were on a moment ago.

An event happened some months ago, known as the Calamity. It is what ruined this world and, unfortunately... several others.

[Please. Rook wouldn't even have accepted help if he had fallen. But then again, Rook was a stubborn ass.]

'Scuse you, what? What the fuck's the Calamity and why's there more than one world?

I don't have the answers to that, and I think you'll find there are very few that have any answers that would be even remotely satisfying to you here.

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