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Better Layton Never Thread #67: Passing on the torch Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41562781[View All]

#BLN #Better Layton Never #Ask/Invite #IC

>Somewhere in Silver City, a Powerful Pair of heroes monitor the world which they have so eagerly dedicated to protect over the last few years. An unsung hero and his faithful Awesome Lad ready themselves as an alarm blairs signaling their call to action.


Holly Tolito Thread Man, it's the call to action alarm! It's time for Thread Man and Post Boy to save the world.

...No Post Boy, I'm afraid my time is up.

>The hero looks at the alarm in stern silence. He had only heard this very alarm once before. He knew well what it meant for him and his sidekick.


But Thread Man! You can't say that. This is a job only you can handle.

Post Boy, I have mentored you well over the last year, and never once have I heard you be more wrong then you have been now. It's your turn, boyo. The time has come for you to take up the mantel.

>Post Boy looks at his mentor in shock. Never once since he was adopted by Thread Man after his own parents were killed by The Sager had he heard his hero speak in such a way.


But...But Thread Man! I can't possibly do this on my own! I'm not ready. I still need you. The world still needs you to protect them.

That's where you're wrong, Post Boy. It is true, I have been here for longer then any other Thread Man to date. I alone have carried this mantel for far longer then any who had come before me. But I always knew that my time would come. That eventually that very alarm we hear now would signal my time to move on and make way for the next generation. Such as the previous Thread Men have before me. And now it's you're turn, Post Boy. From here on out, you are the new Thread Man.

>The Awesome Lad looks at the Cloaked Adventurer in disbelief. He can't believe that after all this time his hero would just come out and say such unbelieveable words. But in his heart of hearts he knew them to be true. Such is the inevitable fate of all Thread Men.


I.....I won't let you down, sir.

I know that, boyo. I have trained you well.

>He reaches out to grasp at Post Boy's badly drawn hand. The two stand for a moment in understanding silence. Silently saying their goodbye's as they knew what would come one he left the lair.


Now go! The world needs you..Thread Man.

>Without another word, the new Thread Man rushes off to the Mod Mobile and drives off to face the danger that threatened their world.


Mod speed, Thread Man.....Mod speed.

>The hero closes his eyes as his existence begins to fade from this world. A new day was dawing on the world. He knew the world of Better Layton Never was in good hands.
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John Egbert!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565741

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>>41565737
Uh......

>The eye looking at Vriska would shift around. The visible mental gymnastics performed were something straight out of a movie staring Robert Downy Jr.


.....Ok.

>After realizing any other option would likely lead to his demise he shuts the door for a brief moment. The sound of the chain being fiddled with for a moment before the door opened to a visibly concerned John. He honestly didn't think she would be frustrated enough with him to actually come find him.

Monello!TensaiToKoCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565743

>>41565282
>>41565454
>>41565455
>>41565456
>Between all the shouting and thunder and stabbing pains of Alex's claws in her scalp, the small girl blocking the doorway doesn't notice the newest newcomer right away.

"Get OFFFFF!"

>Instead she continues her struggle to knock Alex off her head, until...


>>41565499
>"Frank" finally speaks UP. And while he too appears to be just a KID, its clear that....whatever he's doing is very PRICKLY SOUNDING.

>She didn't even NEED to hear the fear in Casey's voice to figure out that this METALNIGHT knockoff was a threat...but it does help put the threat into context. One that goes straight into an ultimatum that might sound more like a ROYAL DECREE...if not for how poorly most of it is enunciated.


"HEY, TINCAN! DON'T EVEN THINK OF MESSIN' WITH M' LIL' DUDE!!! IF YA' DO YA' GOTTA DIE!"

>As the Undead Horde charges, two things happen, one is Monello trying to Triangle Jump off the front door to clear the Undead coming in her direction.


>Roll 1d1000 = 261 Evens, she makes it, odds the weight of the MUTT on her head throws off her balance and she ends up bellyflopping into the charging undead instead of jumping over them.


>>The other thing being that Eye appears to leap back out of her shadow while she's still in midair, in a lunge that lands...


>Roll 1d1000 = 733 Evens, between Casey and the Undead who are charging her specifically, roaring at them threateningly as they approach.


>Dub Evens, the Tiger Stand's pounce lands on the group going for the Salamander pinning them in place with the full weight of a vicious tiger.


>Odds, Eye overshoots the moving target that is the wave of undead and has to skid to a stop and get turned back around to face them again.

Deep Sea King!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565745

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>>41565726
>The volley of blows pounded into the Deep Sea King, forcing him to bend forward some. He even slid back an inch from the continued force. But the Sea King could easily endure such a flurry of weak blows. However, the glowing fist would take him by surprise. It would connect firmly and the Deep Sea King would be sent flying out into the yard of the Manor.

>The Deep Sea King would lay still for a moment, then jump to his feet. There was a depression in his chest that perfectly matched the Machamp's fist.


Well, that combo attack certainly was a surprise.

>The imprint on his chest would pop out.


But rather disappointing that only the last blow had any bite.

>He'd begin walking towards the Pokemon, rotating one arm, then the other, to warm them up.


Let me show you how it should be done.

>He'd once again close the distance between them in a flash. His arm were nothing more than blurs as he'd returned the flurry of blows. However, there was no build up of power. Every blow was at its maximum, any that slipped past the Pokemon's defences was meant to break bones. Roll 1d1000 = 802 odds.

Point of Origin!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565746

>>41565745
>With that many Power Up Punches the Pokemon was feeling much better. So much that when The Deep Sea King rushed him that he was ready to meet him blow for blow. Though he couldn't properly match him in speed his third arm help bridge the gap. Their fists collided for what seemed like hours. The collision of strength shaking the foundation of the manor. Pieces of the destroyed walls and roof gave way. The ground beneath them cracked under the strain. Ken's body feeling the effect most of all. All these years of guarding this manor, his sacred duty given to him by his master, he had not felt so alive in all that time.

>In the midst of the struggle Ken would be looking for an opening. His eyes locked looking for a patern he could exploit. After several minutes he finds it, his free fist bursting forward to hit The Deep Sea King in the jaw.


>Roll 1d1000 = 190 Evens

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>>41565741
The troll is quick to step into the room, invading Johns personal space, raising a hand quickly only to bonk him on the head rather gently.

"I had to come all the way out here to find you and you think I'd let a silly thing like a door stop me?"

She was almost offended that he thought that little chain was gonna do him again here.

She wasn't quite as angry as she made herself out to be, but she had expected to hear from him again after he took Qrow and left.

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>>41565746
>The Deep Sea King was quite amused to see the Pokémon keep up with his blows. Despite being a filthy land dweller, he was proving to be quite the entertainment. He allowed the King to let loose at a comfortable level, it was never fun when his prey was finished in a single blow.

<blam


>In his content state, he failed to notice the fist aimed at his jaw. The blow took him entirely by surprise, resulting in him taking several steps back as he recoiled. Annoyance began to creep back into his mind. Putting real effort into a fight wasn’t fun either. Neither was the thought of a land dweller making him put in effort. The Deep Sea King would wipe some blood from his lip, and any smirk that had been on his face.


>The Deep Sea King would dart towards the Machamp’s left, but sudden dart to his right and swing. Another faint to open up the Pokémon’s rib cage to break some more ribs. Roll 1d1000 = 84 odds.

John Egbert!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565756

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>>41565749
>The room itself was about what one would expect from someone like John. The entirety of the area decorated practically wall to wall with posters from various movies he could find. Some of them obviously coming from less then sanitary places as obvious attempts at cleaning them had been made with varying degrees of success. The miracles of modern science could still not quite figure out the horror that was mustard. What wasn't occupied by a poster was more then likely occupied by a bookshelf converted into a DVD rack.

Well, yeah. I mean...no... I mean...well most people kinda see a locked door and assume they're not supposed to go in there. Not like I was not wanting you to come in here I just wasn't expecting visitors. Least of all you. I mean not like I was against the idea of you visiting, just-

>The the sake of the sanity of the reader we have decided to cut short the rest of John's tripping over his words like a spider at a marble factory. Least this entire post go on for several pages.


>Suffice to say John wasn't entirely upset that she had found him.

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>>41565499
>>41565743
>After losing his grip and falling to the floor with a painful thud, Alex rubbed his head in confusion as the entire scene around him began to unfold.

>Due to confusion I waive his roll.
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Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565763

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>>41565499
>>41565456
>>41565743
>Alice took a step forward towards Casey, the small witch paying no mind to Monello who was at the time still struggling with Alex in her scalp.

"Casey, I carved that wand when I was seven, I think I know it when I see it. Hand it over!"
>She sternly demanded.

>Alice soon stopped dead in her tracks once she noticed Frank hovering in the doorway. Her stern demeanor soon turned to a mild panic.

"...C-Casey, seriously, I need my wand!"

<<RETURN UNTO ME THE POWER I ONCE COMMANDED!


"...Shit!"

<Roll 1d1000 = 234 Odds
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>>41565750
>This enemy was really full of himself if he thought the same trick would work twice.

>Two arms would be needed to block the fist but that left him with one free fist to once again slam onto The Deep Sea King's face. The downward force would send him down into the ground.


>Roll 1d1000 = 582 evens

Deep Sea King!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565771

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>>41565770
>The Deep Sea King's head would rush towards the ground from the blow, but would stop a mere inch from the ground. The Deep Sea King's annoyance was growing further still. He'd straighten his back and swing an uppercut at the Pokemon's jaw at blinding speed. Roll 1d1000 = 845 odds.

>Just as quickly, forward punch followed the attack. Roll 1d1000 = 710 odds.


>The Deep Sea King was finished with playtime. His focus now was to put this creature down quickly.

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>>41565645
"If you say so..." Sunset shrugs. She had no idea where the best place to get drunk was around Town, so there was really no reason not to believe Bailey at her word.

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>>41565499
>>41565743
>>41565759
>>41565763
>While it was very eye catching to see that there had been a fight already breaking out, Clints focus was caught and hooked in on Frank seeming to regain his power. Clint felt his entire body drain and a coldness wash over him, his shoulders....shoulder...slumping in dread. Clints anguish was enough to cause him to hesitate in his dodge, allowing the undead to take the hit

Alice!WITCH4nUikCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565820

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>>41565782
>>41565645
>Seated at the bar was a young woman that seemed to be a little down on her luck.

"Four years wasted on freaking college and what do I have to show for it? I am a gofer for some hack local news outlet... God I hope I don't wake up tonight."

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>>41565771
>For as much a fight he seemed to be putting up it was all to avoid the inevitable. Even a single one of the Sea King's punches was enough to cause critical damage. The blow to the ribs would be enough to strike death into a lesser being. But not this one.

>The second blow would be stopped by a hand grasping the king's fist. The remaining two fists slamming on both sides of the Sea King's head attempting to crush it


>Roll 1d1000 = 971 evens

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>>41565844
>Even with his one hand clasped by the Pokemon, the Deep Sea King would be able to raise both of his arms to block the two incoming blows. The Deep Sea King would rear his head back, making a noise as if he was building bile. At the moment, he had a clean shot at the Pokemon's chest. The King spat at the Pokemon, with flesh melting acid. Roll 1d1000 = 950 odds.

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>>41565845
>He didn't know what that was, but he knew he had to get out of the way. He shifts to the left and dodges under the acid.

>As he rotates his body he readies his two left arms to strike at the King's sides. See how he liked a fee broken ribs

>Roll 1d1000 = 61 evens

Deep Sea King!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565891

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>>41565889
>The Deep Sea King would jump back and then attempt to grab one of the arms swung at him. Roll 1d1000 = 53 odds.

>If successful: The Deep Sea King would then swing the pokemon around. After one full rotation, he'd let go to send the Pokemon flying over to the large mid puddle. The King would quickly follow to the new arena.

Point of Origin!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565892

>>41565891
>The mud would splash high into the sky. The Machamp would be seen struggling to get up once everything had landed back on the ground. His body moving slowly as though his age had finally caught up with him. His body covered in the cooling mud was at least numbing his wounds just a little bit.

>He always hated this puddle. Couldn't even plant a family of Magikarp in it to harvest from. He knew the enemy would be here soon. He had to crawl out of the puddle and at least try to get back on solid ground.

Deep Sea King!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565893

>>41565892
>The Deep Sea King would meet the Machamp at the edge of the puddle, throwing a right foward punch aimed to send the pokemon back to where it had fallen in. Roll 1d1000 = 336 odds.

Exy!FmCReEpEr.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565913

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>>41565728

Ah-

>It all happened so fast.


< Not like this


>Even with all that training, it just wasn't enough to escape.


< No no no!


>Was this really how it was going to end? Slowly digesting inside of this monster while the kid was still in danger. Though, thinking on it, if the snake did start rampaging, one of those "Heroes" was bound to show up and make short work of it. At least Exy could take comfort in knowing they helped just one person in all their time in Silver City.


< Maybe i can...


>Even as she starting to lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen, Exy attempts to detonate in an attempt to escape. Sadly, it was of no use. There was far too much moisture to detonate.


< I wish... i wish i was back in the forest...

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>>41565729

Err, sure i guess? But this old magic requires all kinds of weird ingredients to make it work and i really don't want to carry around a bag of bat poop, or troll ashes, or whatever. S'why old wizards always smell bad.

>Ascending the stairs, she casually looks back at Dom over her shoulder.


Our real defense at this point is your shapeshifting in case my sneaking doesn't go as planned. You might not be able to fight, but you could always shapeshift into some kind of horrific monster to scare people off right?

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>>41565730

Right! I'll go ahead an send someone with a weldin torch to start cuttin' away at the bottom. I'll keep an eye on their vital signs from 'ere

Found the fuel line. CEECEE, USE ICE BEAM!

>The tablet would suddenly split into four screens, three displaying the grunts at work and one monitoring their vital sings.


I think it's workin captain, er, mostly. Think 'e might 'ave frozen it too hard seein as we lost a couple o bread folk just now.

I'm in Captain!

>The moment they received confirmation that the lines were frozen, the third grunt finished welding through the floor. The view from the camera attached to their suit would reveal a rather scrappy looking engine room. Just like everything else with this sunken airship, it seemed to have been hobbled together using parts from a wide variety of other vehicles. It was a wonder it managed to hold together for as long as it did. Particularly with the strange circular scorch mark on the ground surrounding the unconscious passengers. The third Grunt climbs into the room and moves to check on the sole Equestrian among the Holweetians.


Err, is it just me or do these one look kinda, uh, different?

>Standing closer to the passengers, it was clear on the video feed and to the Grunt, that the Holweetians were outfitted cybernetic parts and weapons far more advanced than they were capable of creating let alone obtaining. The strangest of the lot however had to be the Equestrian. A unicorn like any other, except that she was covered in highly advanced equipment. Her helmet laying on the ground nearby.


Looks like this one is wearin Power Armour or somethin'. But it ain't like none i've evar seen before. This looks crazy enough to give Atlas a run fer their money I'd say.

>The Grunt kneels down and places a hand on her neck.


She's 'oldin in there, but barely.

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>>41565738

>At such close quarters and competing against an enemy who's processing power likely rivaled it's own, it takes everything Ultra-Bot has reach down and grab Murphy's arm. Despite it's rapid response, it cannot slow the officers already built momentum as the hacking tool pierces through it's first layer of armor. The nano-machines that comprised its body begin to scramble in an attempt to repair the damage.


Surrender and your body will be used towards a greater cause

>With Ultra-Bot's free hand, it transforms into a rocket propelled fist and aims directly for the officers core.


>Roll 1d1000 = 890 Evens

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>>41565743

>Frank smirks at the young girls immature retort. He knew exactly who she was, and from what he could gloss over of her current mental state, she wouldn't be able to concentrate well enough to take him down.


A stray cat

>The undead horde, though numerous as they were, move to tackle and dog-pile Monello rather than scratch or grapple. Frank growls at the undead summoned in his weakened state.


>>41565759

Alex!!!

>Casey quickly summons a large turtle skeleton.


Protect my friend!

>The turtle skeleton sprints forward towards Alex. Removing it's chest and throwing it like a Frisbee at the charging undead, it drops it's shelled body over Alex, protecting him from the charging undead. The undead simply tackle and pile onto the skeleton.


Uh, uh, TALL SKELETON THROW ME!

>A tall skeleton suddenly bursts through the floor boards and launches Casey high into the air. With just the right amount of momentum, she lands on the chandelier and hangs on for dear life.


A failed apprentice.

>>41565763

>The undead charge at and tackle Alice with their rotting bodies.


Small witch!

>Casey cries out as she frantically tries to come up with a solution.


Will any wand work?! I hope it does! Catch!

>Casey removes one of the spare wands given to her by the Seer of Light and throws it towards the zombie covered Alice.


>Roll 1d1000 = 472 Perfectly aimed to her hand.

>Odds, it lands a few feet past her.

A lost soul

>>41565819

>The undead rush into Clint and knock him down the stairs towards Dixie.


< CLINT!


>Even on a good day, falling down the stairs was serious, let alone covered in undead and towards HER.


< SNAP OUT OF IT! NOW!


>Dixie closes her eyes shut and in the few seconds she had before impact, Dixie clears her mind. She was really hoping to surprise Clint with what she was about to do, or at the very least try to keep it secret for as long as possible, but she did not have that luxury anymore.


< Get, BACK!


BARK!

>As Dixie barked, her eyes snapped open as a psychic wave shot out from her, holding Clint mid fall and shoving back the undead out the stairwell and back into the foyer in a bundle of rotting corpses.


the senior veteran and mangy mutt

>In the chaos surrounding him, Frank couldn't resist chuckling before taking flight as the ball of undead rolls past him. Finally, he could get some payback.

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>>41565893
>It was by no skill that the Pokemon dodged the attack. A mere slip of his footing in the mud would cause him to accidently duck under the attack. A grace from god? Was Arceus giving him another chance to take this foe down?

>If so he wouldn't waste it. With his two right arms he grabs for Sea King's leg to try and toss him down into the mud puddle.


>Roll 1d1000 = 347 evens

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>>41565782
>>41565820
>Bailey took note of the white...blonde? Haired woman sitting and seeming to have an aura devoid of positivity. Bailey leaned over to Sunset as she pointed out the girl, saying somewhat quietly but not quiet enough

Man, I feel depressed as fuck, but at least I'm not like that..

>Baileys tail gave a small wiggle behind her, feeling the joy being sucked away just by looking at the unknown girl

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>>41565913
>Without crossing the line, and without possibly triggering someones vore PTSD, It was pretty gross and dire! To say the least. Izuku kept his grip tight around Exy, holding her close in some attempt to keep the two from being separated inside the darkness. There were no words that could be said for obvious reasons, but Izukus mind was racing just as much as Exys had been.

>Exy would be able to feel Izuku moving around, his body tensing up and his grip tightening, and within a second, she would feel a sudden rush of movement before a loud metal clank and a fall to the floor! Exy would first be able to see Izuku holding his head instead of her, on the floor, then seeing the snake, who is now missing several teeth and looking confused as ever with his eyes cross eyed as he tried to look down at his mouth to survey the damage. It seemed as though Izuku was able to get a footing in the gullet, enough to jump through where they came through the teeth. Izuku, with bits of teeth and blood on him, quickly looked to Exy and would simply be able to mutter one thing


Exy!

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>>41565914
Mmm....I guess grabbing and holding isn't that bad is it?Technically not violent...

I guess I could turn into a tentacle monster and grab a bunch of dudes and hold em still. Hopefully, no one gets too weirded out by that for many reasons....actually, no, if they get grossed out they might run away. Even better.

...

...don't get any ideas.

>Dom followed after Bridget, going up the stairs and looking at her as they walked.


...wait, bat poop? I just thought it's because wizards are broke and can't afford running water. How come witches don't smell then?

Bridget Spooner!ThiefH5p2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41565940

>>41565939

>At the mention of turning into a tentacle monster, Bridget looks back at Dom with raised eyebrows.


The only one getting ideas around here is you.

>Bridget swings open the doors to the library and the two are greeted by the lovely smell of old books.


Young witches? Usually no. But old witches? They smell bad too. At least all the mages that still use the old ways to cast magic or whatever. No idea if anyone back home did, but I've come across enough old hags and hermits to see a pattern.

>Bridget glances about the room and scans the shelves. The Library was in pristine condition, as though it hadn't been visited in years. All except for the wall of book sitting on top of a study table with a weathered hat resting on top.


Try looking around for any old tomes. Er uh, really old books made with real leather. Probably a rune or two imprinted on it or whatever. Just look for anything that seems, magic-like.

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>>41565917
>Alice braces herself as she is rushed by a wave of undead.

"Sure, whatever, it'll work!"
>The witch reaches for the wand as it was tossed over to her!

>Roll 1d1000 = 650 Odds, she successfully grabs the wand and uses a water spell to blast the undead away from her. Evens it drops to the floor, and she scrambles to pick it up while still being attacked.

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>>41565917
>Alex was about to brace himself from the horde before he heard a loud clunk from the turtle's shell.

"...Heh?"

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>>41565915
>Some may call it heartless but the passing of the Holweetians bothered the Captain none. He knew of where their souls went when their physical bodies stopped functioning.

>The pony's equipment was the more fascinating mystery. The rest of the ship looked as if the Holweetians could have slapped it together with what little knowledge they picked up from the rest of the world but this was something different altogether. The design of the armor was enough to make Lumina proud, if he didn't know any better he'd have said no Holweetian could have had any hand in it. And yet here it lay.


Do what you deem necessary to get her up to the surface. Leave nothing of that armor behind. I have a suspicion it has more value then we could imagine.

>Of course he had no intention of selling it. Though he was intrigued by it nevertheless. Perhaps he could cooperate with Grunt L to examine it and determine its true origins should the mare be unable to.

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>>41565916
>Lucky for Murphy his armor is built to withstand getting his by a truck. The shock of the blast still gave him a wakeup call, but it would take more then a comically large fist to take him down.

There is no greater cause then upholding the law.

>With his hacking tool still inserted he raises his foot up to attempt to kick the Ultra-Bot away. What this mechanical menace was doing was madness. But this is SPARTA his precinct he was messing with.


Roll 1d1000 = 878 Evens

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>>41565918
>The Deep Sea King sees the attempt to grab his leg. Rather than stepping back to avoid the grab, the Deep Sea King jumps over the Pokemon. He'd land in the puddle with a splash. He spins around and attempts to "help" the Pokemon to exit the puddle with a kick to its backside. Roll 1d1000 = 702 odds.

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>>41565917
>The mass of bodies pinning her down, the dismissive comment that makes it clear that the speaker thinks they have her all figured out, that she's not even worth the effort to pay any mind...

>...the small girl can't help but be dragged back to all the other times this sort of thing has happened, all the other times some BASTARDO thought they KNEW anything about her...and just like that, something snaps, the out of control RAGE focusing into something more directed.


"notagain...never again..."

>Muffled mumbling can be heard from the pile moments before its engulfed in a sudden plume of smoke like you'd see at a magic show.


<"Fine! If he think's I'm not worth anythin, he'll never see this comin'."


>After all, she has another set of EYES she can see everything that's going on with, and a few new tricks that well she hasn't really tried yet but still.


<"Eye, Roar!"


>In response to her silent command, the massive tiger digs its claws into the floor for stability and lets out a loud roar, shooting a blat of hamon energy in the process.


>However, the "cannonball" of solar "anti-vampire" energy isn't aimed at Frank oddly enough...but the pile of undead pinning Monello in place.


>Right as it makes contact with the pile, there's another flash as an orb shaped magical shield expands from the center of the pile, perfectly timed to deflect the blast she sent her own way on purpose.


>A deflection that richochet's the blast upwards in the hope of striking Frank squarely between his wings, as she flares her own out defiantly.


<Frank, Roll to Dodge


>Regardless of hit or miss,


"Still think ya know SHIT about ME?!"

>Shouts the even smaller than before figure, a tiny glaring alicorn having taken the place of the girl from before as the smoke finally clears.

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>>41565940
...Fair enough...

>Dom nodded his head as he listened to her talk about witches and mages and such.


I guess that explains a bit...

>Back in the day, he knew many witches and wizards! So with the whole 'smelly' comment added about wizards, it made him wonder about the ones he had met....though, Raggedy was usually smelly....Dom chalked that up to her being an undead zombie monstrosity rather than being a witch. once they were in the Library, Dom took in the size of it, and how many books there were, and how clean it was!


Huh! Not a bad looking place....My daughter would probably love to come here! ....And ol books that stick out huh? Alright...lets see...speaking of her, how does she like to sort through books?

>Dom took a moment to think about his daughter, her large selection of books, and how she often take some time out of her day to sort through her books and make sure they're all organized. He'd try to remember a lesson she had, or something she had done so he could more efficiently sort through the books....but, he just shrugged, going to grab a book, scan over the cover, then toss it on the floor. After all, in movies when the main protagonist are sorting through books, they make a huge mess.


Lets see...No...nothing...nada....N-...wait, this is about making 18th century Hispanic food from scratch?

...

>Dom pushed that book under his shirt and tucked it away for safe keeping's, before going back to his search.

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>>41565917
>>41565956
>>41565958
>>41565970
>Clint was surprised to see that he didn't kiss the floor, having closed his eye in preparation of the fall. When Clint opened his eye, he was greeted with the sight of Dixie, and the brief second of weightlessness before being sat down

...Dixie?

>He'd...have trouble making heads or tail of what he had just seen. A new ability of Dixies? or was it the other people around? Alice or that other small child, no time to think about that. Clint took a moment to pull himself together, being brought back to reality when he heard Franks chuckling.


Just so you know....this is the last damn time.

>With that said, Clint pushed himself to his feet, spinning around back to Franks view, and took a shot at him with his revolver!


>Roll 1d1000 = 718 evens for Roll 1d2 = 2 shots!

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>>41565924
>>41565820
Sunset lightly jabs Bailey in the ribs with her elbow. "Ya wanna change that or not?"

Rolling her eyes, she grabs onto Bailey's wrist and drags her to sit right next to the other woman, hoping that they could make things better.

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>>41565929

>With the rush of motion, Exy had continued to keep her eyes closed. Doing her best to try and reject the realizty around her. It wasn't until her friend called out to her that she snapped her eyes back open with a heavy gasp.


AH!

>Without thinking, Exy immediately clings onto Izuku tightly. Dropping her block of TNT.


Run! Run run run!

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>>41565962

You got it captain! Err, lets see 'ere

>The Grunt grabs the helmet and slaps a breathing apparatus onto the equestrians head. Hopefully, his pokemon should be able to get them up to the surface before he ran out of air. Then he could come back to take care of the remaining Holweetians.


Uh oh.

>A suddenly loud creaking would shake the waters from deep within the sunken airship.


I'm thinkin this thing is about to collapse in on itself.

>The third grunt, having just finished loading up the unconcious equestrian, glances about the room until his eyes and camera fall upon the suddenly rebooting engine controls.


uh oh. Er, i think the engine is tryin ta restart itself.

>With a heavy creaking of gears and warping of metal, a portion of the frozen fuel line suddenly ignites in flames.


AH!

Don't panic! It's all still frozen, we've got a few 'fore the whole thing blows. We might still be able to rescue some o them bread folk.

You kidden me? I can already see cracks in the hull formin. This whole thing is collapsin on itself!

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>>41565963

>Murphys kick came with unexpected force. Far beyond what Ultra-Bot was prepared for and is knocked far back into the evidence room. Grabbing hold of the shelves to ensure it remained standing right side up, knocking several boxes to the ground.


The law bends to the will of the mighty.

>Ultra-Bot transforms itself once more and suddenly launches a chain claw at Murphy.


>Roll 1d1000 = 182 Evens

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>>41565956

DOH!

>Exclaims Casey as the wand just barely misses Alice's grasp. Whipping out her staff, she cast a blast of raw magic at the piling undead to help Alice.


Hurry!

>>41565958

>She then turns around and shouts to her giant turtle skeleton.


Alex! You have control of my friend! Use him like one of those giant robots!

>>41565973

>Dixie wobbles from the massive headache caused by her interference.


HAHAHA- AH!

>Two shots strike true, causing Frank immense pain as blue blood dripped from his armor.


YOU TWO!

>Frank holds up his hands as he prepares to cast a powerful spell against the grizzled veteran.


>>41565970

>With his back turned to the rest of the room, the attack from behind hits Frank like a truck.


GRAHH!

>The blast hits him square between his wings and sends him flying. Slamming against the nearest wall, Frank bounces off and hits the ground with great force. His armor smoldering from the attack.


How did she-

>Just as he hears the girls shouts, he turns to see... an Equestrian? She looked kind of like those mutated ones he experimented on. An Alicorn was it? Had to have been with magic powerful enough to knock him about like that.


I hate ponies.

>Rather than immediately retaliate, Frank elects instead to use the buildup of magic to heal his wounds. His zombie horde, or what remained of it, would continue their assault on the group.

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>>41565972

>From behind the bookfort on the table, a friendly old voice calls out to Dom.


Please don't throw the books on the floor. Most of these are so old they predate the planet itself. If you're looking for something specific, perhaps i could be of assistance?

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>>41566042
>He looked over at her with a great deal of confusion.

"What?! H-how do I do that?!"

"Is there like... I don't know, a manual or something!?"

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>>41566042
>Forced almost to the floor, Alice finally grabs hold of the wand. She rolls over onto her back and kicks the undead back enough for her to cast a spell.

"Aquarius concitatus!"

>Roll 1d1000 = 966 Odds the spell succeeds with great results, the blast of water throwing the zombies directly at Frank. Evens it pushes them back enough for her to get back onto her feet.

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>>41565964
>The splash would send the Machamp flying out of the puddle. The wave of mud caused by the Sea King's mass pushing him away and onto more solid ground.

>He didn't have anything left. This was a battle he couldn't win. Old age and his injuries catching up to him as his open wounds dripped blood.


>But if he was gonna die he'd do it like a man. Not on his belly. He is forced to use all of his arms to push himself up to his feet. His body slowly turning toward the Sea King as he raises his fists up. Let him come. He would accept his warrior's death.

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>>41566039
>There was a second or so as Izuku shifted himself about, holding onto Exy tightly as he put his feet up against the container wall while still on the floor. His head was still ringing, and his teeth still felt as though they were rattling around from how hard he smacked his head into the container wall. The only thing running through his mind, was getting out of the shipping container. With a quick push of his feet and legs, Izuku launched them both, sliding along the floor on his back under the snake. Which, of course, caused the snake to thrash around and smack it's head into the metal as it tried to catch the kids before they got away. However, with how confined the space was, the snake wasn't able to catch the two with it's mouth...not that it'd do a great job at holding onto them what with the lack of teeth. Izuku opened his eyes, seeing the familiar dim lights of the over head warehouse as the skit to a stop outside the container.

...E-!

>Before there could be a thought or a next move, the snakes tail raised high into the air before going to lunch at the two, grabbing them and raising them high into the air!


>Izuku quickly saw this, holding Exy a bit tighter to protect against the crushing force of the tail....except...there was no crushing force...Nothing throwing them to the floor like a bug, nothing smacking them about. Infact, the thing wrapped around them felt smaller and was barely hanging onto them. Izuku made a quick "eh" as he turned his head to where they once were, looking at the large white snake in the container and waited for the imminent explosion...Course, if Exy forgot to light the fuse then...

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>>41566043
Mmm?

>Dom turned his head over to the sound of the old man, holding about 6 books in his arms as he was sorting through those.


Man you're hoggin all the books over there!...actually, yes, you could help. Three heads are better than two!

We're lookin for some ol magical books. Specifically, any book that has tracking spells, or something along those lines. Got anything like that?

....or maybe any books about summoning an entity to help you out in a fight.

>Dom quickly put the books down onto the table where the old voice was in a heap, leaning on the table excitedly in.

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>>41566028
>>41565924
>Erika looked over to the newcomers, she sat up as soon as she saw them coming over.

"Now what..."


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