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(I edited this game while there were no replies because I thought I could set this out better)
How this works
1: Look at the scenario the above user has set out for their OC and think about how your OC would help them.
2: Once you have helped the above OC you need to create a scenario for your own OC for the next person to figure out how to help out.
For example if my scenario were this:
Pierce is thrown into a car crushing machine. The walls are slowly closing in on him and he is unable to get out.
Person 2 might write:
Mr Fredrick Von Madeupcharacter takes out the person operating the car crushing machine and quickly switches it off before Pierce can be crushed.
He then goes over to assist Pierce out of the machine.
And then write their own scenario like:
Fredrick Von Madeupcharacter crosses over a train track on their way home and gets his foot stuck in the track. He suddenly realises the train is coming and it's only a matter of time before they are mowed down by the oncoming train.
So the next person has to then answer their scenario with their own solution.
RULES:
- Be respectful towards other users.
- Please wait at least 3 turns before you go again, and please rotate your characters to keep it interesting.
- Please put some effort in and write at least 3 lines.
> New rule < - If someone claims but doesn't complete within 12 hours then you're welcome to skip them and reply to the person above them.
I'll give the first scenario and then after that you need to follow the chain and look a the user above.
My scenario
Pierce is out cold tied up inside a car which has been pushed into the water.
The car is slowly sinking and filling up with water and it won't be long until the cyborg is completely submerged and drowns.
"Ew!" He instantly shouts, tugging himself away from the nearby area. "Are you serious?! Why can't you just kill these things on your own??" Eyes are focused on the bugs, observing as their disgusting little bodies wiggle and worm their way about. The hero life wasn't meant for such foul jobs like this. If she had an actual problem, such as some sort of hybrid zombie clan attacking or monsters with teeth for eyes, sure. He would do that no problem. But this? What was he supposed to do? Pick up every single one of those damn things and re-home them?
"You can't be serious about this. Okay, no. I'm not doing this. I'll call Gwen, he can do it for you. Just stand there." He tugs his phone out of his pocket and turns half of his back to her.
"Come down here and help the woman with her bug problem. I'm not fucking doing this."
Tfw Gwen gotta come down and deal with the bugs 🤷♂️
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Trouble wasn't something he got himself into much. Being a person like him, trained to protect the public had helped through learning how to get out of tight spots or how to avoid being slashed to death. His advantage point was that he was small, agile. If a car came flying at either himself or Gwen, he could easily flatten his own body quicker, or even dodge himself out of the way.
What he wasn't good against, however, was paying clear attention to things when agitated. Now a robber wasn't much of a threat to him, he was likely stronger than any of them, unlessss one carried the power of a fire extinguisher. But with being so distracted by arguing on the phone, he can't see that one is inching up on his backside, a small knife ready to be held at his back.
Being a thief meant being observed. Patient. Ready to strike on a whims moment. Be quick, get out there faster. Roswell saw it happening, the box with goods, his friend(?) Underneath and didn't hesitate. The old thief grabbed the hell hounds arm, giving it a rough tug out of harms way.
Just in time too! Cans of beans rolled over the ground. Glass had scattered and colorful jams leaked out of the broken jars, like colorful guts. It was a mess. But luckily for Timothy Roswelll was here! (A sentence I never thought I would write!) Roswell's heart beated fast in his chest and the back of hands were damp. He clinged to Timothy as a baby koala. When the other party started the pluck some of the thieves fingers of his jacket, Roswell conscious started to register the real world again.
He quickly let go of Timothy's arm, lifting his hands apologetically in the air. "Oi saved yer loife chap, don't anger glare me," he said. Roswell's gaze dipped down to the jam on his shoes. Gross! Now he had to get that cleaned too.
"And dus ruinin' me expensive shoes while doin' so," Roswell said. "Yer better pay for me shoeshinin'" oh, that's the Roswell we all know and 'love'. Asking a friend for 0.50 duiten to get his shoes clean. "Yer can thank me after me shoes are clean," Roswell muttered under his breath. "Until den Oi won't except it," Roswell said.
"Whaaat we're yer lookin' for in de first place champ?" He asked Timothy. As he dusted off his own shoulders and coat. "Wine? Other side of de store mate. Behind the counter. But yer better look somewhere else. Der is a distillery deeper in town," Roswell said. "Cheaper too," he rubbed his ringfinger on his thumb to express the word duiten, money, cold hard cash. "Sells some good stuff, Drakenburg's spirits, Wolvesmilk rums, whisky, oh and woine. Of course."
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Oh-no poor Roswell. It seems like he was caught red-handed. The thief was talking with the citymen. Guards, The Jakes, police and notorious bandit-sniffers. You better get him out of there fast or...!
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Holy shit she's so cool ahdhhd... It took a bit longer then usual but!!
Roswell still danced a few steps away from the transformation right next to him. Even after seeing Wraith doing it, probably several times right now, it still spooked the old thief. But it seemed to be, effective. Very effective.
"Oi should learn dat trick too yer know," Roswell said. I don't think you can learn that old man..
There was this calculated carefulnes in Roswell's movements. As if he was afraid that the hyena would hang in his leg next, and too be honest.. Who could blame him.
"But thank yer. Really. They would 'ave dragged me of and 'ang me if it wasn't for yer," he told Thorn. As he pressed a pocket watch (where did you get that old man 🤔) in her hand as repayment. No honor amount thieves, but still respect for those that save your sorry assess it seems.
"Roswell," he introduced himself. "Roswell van Breek, but whoi did yer 'elp me?" Roswell asked. This superstition seeping not only in his voice but his demeanor. The old thief hunched a bit, while eying the hyena-shifter. When she mentioned Wraith, all of this mistrust disappeared as magic. "Oh!" You should have known old man.
"Oh," he said. More worried. "Is the sprog okay? What 'appened?" He asked. Before peaking mover his shoulder. Wraith was one of the strongest individuals he knew, knowing that there was something or worse someone that could kick the kid's 'bahookie' worried him. Not for Wraith's safety...but his own. Of course.
"Sure, oi want to see 'im," Roswell said. "Just lead de way."
The leidsman's nose wrinkled when they entered the scrap yard. Even though Roswell had no rights to complain. His own hide-out, the Old Chapel he turned into a 'soupkitchen' was in a comparable state as the yard, but still.. A
junkyard?
Roswell, with his massive height, had too hunch a bit to maneuver himself through the 'cozy' looking draining pipe. His eye starting at the different spray-painted pieces. Well dat's different from home. Newsflash.. Animal shifters are also different then home.
"Yer know," Roswell started out of nowhere. "Wraith loikes 'is bread without de crust. Oi cut it from him. So yer better do as well," he said. "Just sayin' " and just throwing your not-son's reputation underneath the nearest bus. "It's for 'is well bein'," Roswell continued.
Roswell couldn't help himself, but when Thorn knocked on the door, he straightens up his collar.
"Oy sport!" Roswell barked at the still doozy Wraith. "Looks who's 'ere." That poor wounded kid... Roswell blinked before turning back to Thorn. A quick smile on his face as she asked him what he stole. "Oh de usual, wallets... Really, oh and dat watch oi gave yer earlier.." Figures.
Got a bit long xD
Thorn saw the group of them talking and narrowed her eyes, they were on her territory and the police should have know that. Confidently and holding a nail bat Thorn approached. "Hey! What do you think you're doing? We had an agreement, I don't cause trouble as long as you stay out of my territory, or have you decided the agreement is no longer in affect?" She growled as several other members of her pack walked behind her.
"This man is a thief and should be brought to justice." One of the guards tried to explain.
"Yes a thief on my turf, get lost all of you, we'll deal with him. Unless you want my pack to walk into your city boundaries then go ahead." She said narrowing her green eyes. "You have 3 seconds to leave......3.........2........1" As she got to one she jumped forward and transformed into a large Hyena and snapped her jaws at the guards who ran off running in surprise. Snarling slightly as she watched them run off she then turned to Roswell before transforming back to her human form.
"Well.....that takes care of that, I'm Thorn by the way" She said holding her hand out for Roswell to shake. "Hmmm? Why did I help? Well let's say a certain scarred panther boy asked me to help when he saw what was going on.......he couldn't help you himself, he got his ass kicked pretty badly last night and is currently nursing his wounds, the brat can barely stand up at the moment, never mind attempt to fight off some guards. If you wanna see him I can take you to him, can't say he will be in the best of moods or even conscious for that matter but.....he's just gonna have to suck it up and accept company." she said shrugging before clicking her fingers to the pack members, not long after they returned to the junkyard where they had come from. "This way....he's currently resting in one of the pods." She said entering the first gate with Roswell, a collection of broken cars and twisted metal made up the bulk of it. There was a large cement drain tube with a door near the second gate, it was covered in spray paint and pressed into the darkened corner of this first sector.
"Wraith isn't a pack member, so he doesn't get to go beyond this section, but he's a close enough ally that we gave him his own place to stay whenever he was too injured to get back to his own place. Besides, he was doing a job for us so.....seemed fair." She explained as she knocked on the door. "Wraith! Visitor!" She said before opening the door. Wraith was fast asleep on the bed, body covered in bandages as he did so. On the side was a table which was covered in medical supplies, Thorn gave a brief look over some of the bandages and sighed. "Damn cat needs them changing again.....well, you can stay with him as long as you need to, he seemed pretty damn fond of you so I doubt he would mind." She said. "Anyway....what did you steal?" She said with an amused chuckle.
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Thorn punched the metal bars, she had been captured by some sort of travelling circus and was told that she would be one of the attractions due to her ability of shapeshifting into a hyena. She growled, like hell she would be used for another's entertainment. Sighing softly, at the very least she managed to save the rest of her pack from being captured, they may not have all be shapeshifters, but she wouldn't want any of them to be taken from their home. She waited and observed her surrounds, she knew the cart would be moving soon, the best she could do was observe and remember which way they were about to go and figure out when to make an escape so she could get back to her pack.
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Follow Up:
Thorn looked up when she heard someone approach, her eyes narrowing and her muscles tensing ready for a fight if need be. However she was quite surprised when a short figure came close and began to speak to her; though they didn't look at Thorn as they did so. After a few minutes of realising that the stranger was talking to Thorn she replied "Yeah, I'm as human as you are with some extra abilities" Thorn whispered back at the others question. the shifter watched as the other began to feel their way to the lock and began to pick it. Thorn blinked in realisation, this person was blind, but certainly could handle themselves and get around easy enough, she couldn't help but smile slightly. A few moments later she heard the click of the lock being released and soon climbed out of the cage.
"Thanks, I won't forget this." She said quietly before disappearing into the shadows.
Mila had slipped in to the back of the circus, actually there on a job. It wasn't often she took them up, but when it was a lock-picking job she was always first up for the task. The blind thief was only supposed to be unlocking the ring-master's carriage for a later arranged theft, however as she passed by Thorn's cage she stopped, a chill running down her spine. She could swear that, through the shadows she possessed some function of magical sight through, she could make out the form of a human. "Are you.. a person? Locked in there?" She asked lowly after a brief moment. She hadn't turned to look at the person - of course she hadn't - so it wasn't immediately clear she was talking to her. She supposed that was why perhaps she didn't get a response - or perhaps she was just some mad girl talking to a gorilla.
It didn't matter. Mila couldn't leave their without feeling some kind of guilt, she knew it, and so she felt her way closer to the bars before feeling for a padlock. Bingo. It wasn't long before expert muscle memory kicked in, and her tension wrench and rake were firmly moving in the lock. Before long there was a soft click, and Mila lightly pulled on the gate to open it. "Please don't make a sound.." She whispered, although she wasn't really facing the person. "Take your opportunity and go."
As soon as Mila stepped foot in the reservoir, she knew she'd made a huge mistake. She hadn't been paying attention to the shadows, or the way they were repelled as light reflected from the water. No, as far as she was aware she was stepping on solid ground - until she wasn't. And, as well as the girl could keep afloat, the water was icy cold and she was too disoriented to even try going about finding the water's edge. Shadows weaved away as the water stole away all hope, and dragged her down in to its icy grip.
Bleu wasnt in the habit of saving others. To be fair she hadnt been built for saving or preserving. She had been built to destroy. To damage. To kill and she had never felt any inclination to change what had come so second nature to her. Besides Bleu was busy enough with the Doctor that she didnt have the time to save every Jack, Jill or Joe that found themselves in perilous situations. So when her eyed had landed on a young girl haphazardly making her way towards freezing cold water. She could have ignored her and went on her way like she did most days. She isnt sure why she had watched. Boredom maybe. Morbid curiousity seemed more likely though. Bleu realized a moment to late that the movments of the girl seemed to indicate she was blind but by that point the blind girl had already plunged herself into the icy water.
Bleu knew death by drowning. She had experienced many deaths in her lifetime but still found drowning to be the worst. The cold water seeping into your lungs as your chest feels like its about to explode from pressure. Perhaps it was this knowlage that helped her make the descion to plunge in the icy water after the girl.
Cold didnt bother her. Nothing did really, not anymore, though it took her a moment to get her limbs to corporate and another to locate the girl grabbing her around the waist and pulling her fron the water onto the nearest shore. Water dripped from her pale hair and clothes stuck to her skin an icy breeze running through her however her eyes were glued to the girl as she dragged herself out of the water and began chest compressions. 1...2...3...4 each movement distracted her from the numbness of her fingers or the blue of her lips. 5...6..7 at the 10th chest compression water heaved from the girls lungs. An involuntary reaction and Bleu knew the girl would live as she took breaths of air. Bleu stood up icy droplets dripping from her as she ajusted the Rifle on her back as the strap dug into her chilled skin and turned to continue her rounds. She was not an escapee from the doctors lab, thus required no more of her attention and she needed to finish her rounds.
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'So this is what its like to be hunted.' Bleu thought absentmindly putting distance between her and the escapee. She wasnt sure how the thing had gotten out and to be honest she wasnt 100% sure how it had been kept locked up in the first place. What started out as a revival mission was slowly escalating into dangerous territory.
Monsters. Why was it always the worst ones that got out?
She couldn't let it go free. That was for certain. She didnt care about the chaos it would cause so much that it would be a shining beacon to all who would want to put an end to the doctor himself and if not it would surely lead a path of dectruction in its wake that could be followed by anyone curious to know where it came from and Bleu couldnt let that happen. Yes better to let the beast hunt her and keep it distacted as she figured the best way to take it out and she would need to take it out. There was no way she would be able to get it back to the lab so the next best option would be to put it down. The doctor would sulk but he would get over it eventually. At that thought she felt herself trip over something and heard a loud snap. Well that wasnt good.
She fell face first onto the ground. Barely having time to roll on her back as she skidded to a stop. She glanced at her leg to asses the damage. Yup. Broken. She would be going nowhere untill it healed and by the sound of the trees snaping as the monster made its treck toward her.( It was some kind of predatory animal The doctor had mentioned.) It would not heal before the monster caught up to her.
Eaten by a monster. She wondered if she would survive that. She pulled her rifle from her back aiming it at the trees blue eye glowing. As it waited for its target. She may not kill it but she'd wound the damn thing if it was Litterly the last thing she did.
The beast tore down tree after tree as it made its way closer towards Bleu, large, curved fangs bared and ready to rip her to shreds. With steady aim she pulled the trigger and landed a shot at its head. It roared out in pain and staggered back, grabbing its face with its massive claws. Blood dripped down its chin and even through its fingers, it quickly looked back at Bleu with more anger than before. Its skull was thick, even a bullet between the eyes wasn't enough to take it down. Another large roar escaped it, and it resumed its charge.
It got closer and closer, the ground shaking with each heavy thud. Its panting was audible, blood and drool mixing in its mouth...!
There was a blinding light, and the beast yelled out in pain once more. It shuddered with small remnants of what seemed like lightning surging through it. Shakily, did the beast turn its attention to the latest attacker: a young man with white hair, and a golden sword in his hand. There were nerves on his face, but also determination. The jewel and the rose on his sword both glowed a fiery red, and the blade was suddenly engulfed in flames! He swung it in the beast's direction, sending a line of fire its way.
Direct contact. Its fur catching on fire, the beast yelled out again and tapped at its limbs to put out the fire. En took it to his advantage, charging at it. It saw, and swung its large arm at him. He jumped over it, dodging the other swing, and barely missing the stomp near his head. He swung the flaming sword again, the beast smacking it away. An opening. He unsheathed his ebony blade, the rose shining green, and swung upwards.
Where the blade had touched it, leaves and vines began growing, wrapping around it. The earth shook once more. Large vines sprouted from the ground and wrapped around the beast's body, fully immobilizing it.
With a shuddering sigh, En sheathed his swords. He couldn't believe he actually did that. Looking over to the woman from before, he rushed over and offered her a hand. "Can you walk?" he asked.
How long had he been riding now? It felt like forever. The city looked so close, with its lights almost like stars, but En knew it would be too far to get to tonight. Both he and Biscuit were exhausted, they needed the rest. He hopped off the large horse and pet his neck. "Thanks for your help," he said, getting a tired snort in reply. This horse really was as good as his master claimed. En narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought about the master, and his former music instructor, Xander. At first the prince had wanted to refuse his offer for taking his horse, but that sympathetic, pitiful look in his eyes... he couldn't bear to make him feel any worse than he already did. He had, after all, ruined Xander's reputation by being an utter failure of a musician.
His legs were weak from malnutrition and exhaustion, but En somehow managed to stumble around to a flat patch of land he could set up camp in. With Lan-Ran's help he was able to start a fire. It was at least comfortable against this cool night. Pulling his pack out in front of him, he searched for food the both of them could eat... but there was none. "No, no, no." En turned his pack upside-down and shook it, nothing came out. Where had his stuff gone?!
En frowned and looked at the horse's expectant look. He had no food for either of them...
It was rare for any ghost to truly leave Springtown very often, and Miron knew he would have to return eventually. But sometimes...you wished to get away from your grief for a short period of time.
That was when the ghost heard a squeal, loud and fearful. Odd...perhaps he would investigate, he figured as with a soft flip of the tail he begun to float forwards towards the source of the noise.
"...What a strange, cruel thing to happen upon," Miron's voice was dull, almost fading away amongst the soft winds of the field, staring at the men with the ropes, eyes showing just a flicker of annoyance, "Isn't this world bad enough?"
The ghoul flexed his claws, shoving one of the trappers roughly with a hiss, watching as they begun to retreat from the sudden appearance of a dangerous ghoul. Served them right. Suffer another day, cruel people. Then he worked his way around the circle of men, threatening and occasionally scratching one to get them away from the gentle, defenseless creature.
With a pause, Miron stared emotionlessly at the pale pink unicorn, claws snipping and removing each rope carefully.
"...You are safe," He mumbled, "There is enough bad in the world. This did not need to occur."
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It was a mistake, to say the least. He should've known bad luck would follow him no matter where he resided. Though a ghost cannot die again, Miron still did not appreciate his tail being pinned by a small boulder. He could escape eventually...Eventually. But the ghost was already exhausted from the morning. It wasn't fair, was it?
Why did this always happen? Bad world. Bad people. Bad luck. Disgusting.
His black claws ran over the boulder angrily, creating a long, shrieking scraping sound that echo'd through the area. Perhaps he could get help...Perhaps not. He did not trust people so easily.
Kronos was flying in the sky, a bit high above the ground as he simply took in the feeling of the wind on his face, no care in the world. His relaxation session was interrupted though by a loud, shrieking sound that felt like it pierced his ear holes. Kronos stopped, hovering in the air as he shook his head and let out annoyed growls. What in the world was making that sound?! Forcing forward the motivation to block out the ear grating sound, he focused on the ground thinking it could be the only place it would be coming from. That was when he noticed a humanoid looking figure, some of the lower part of him pinned down by a small boulder. Ignoring the screeching, the dragon swooped down and landed next to the ghost.
He let out a small scoff at how small the boulder really was, and wondering why this thing was making such a ruckus "Okay, quiet, quiet!" Kronos approached the rock, and swung his muscular tail against the boulder, the appendage making contact and sending it flying a few feet away, freeing the ghost's tail from its trap. The dragon did a quick lookover to get a better look at the stranger he helped, giving a small soft looking smile at him. After a couple seconds, he spread his wings out, flapping them enough to gain altitude before flying upwards towards the sky, and disappearing leaving Miron to decide what to do for himself now.
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Kronos was walking through the forest, snout up in the sky sniffing the air for any scent of possible prey since he was very hungry. That was when a particularly delicious smell invaded his nostrils, a carcass of some animal. Probably leftovers from a smaller predator that couldn't eat anymore. Salivating a bit, the dragon trotted towards the direction, and it wasn't long until he saw a deer carcass. Kronos walked towards the deer, not noticing a bear trap was in his way. Suddenly, he heard a loud snap and excruciating pain in his left back leg making him let out a loud shriek of pain as he fell to the ground. Kronos looked back, and began tugging frantically to get it loose, but it only made it dig deeper into his skin. Figuring there was nothing more he could do, the dragon gave up and rested his head on ground, waiting for whatever set the trap to come back, and worse having to deal with also the smell of food.
(For the next poster Kronos has no info yet, but for size reference he's about 16 feet tall)
A loud crashing noise alerted Sasha to something large having fallen from the sky. Her instinctual reaction caused her to leap to her feet, drawing her sword. Dinnerbone had already risen his hackles and began to growl. Sasha glanced to the fire she had been sitting around, decided it was safe to leave it for a little while, and started carefully sneaking towards the noise, her loyal dog following closely on her heels.
Peeking through the foliage, she was surprised to see a large, red dragon laying on the ground. This clearly wasn't the Ender Dragon that she'd heard myths and legends about, but still...a dragon? Surveying the creature in front of her, she realized there were multiple arrows in the dragon's leg and bruises from cannonballs riddled her body. The sympathy in Sasha's heart melted away any common sense she had left and she carefully stepped into the clearing.
At the sound of her footsteps, the dragon swung around and hissed at her. Dinnerbone growled back, but Sasha put out a hand to prevent the wolf from doing any harm, and to signal him to stand down. She lowered her sword to the ground to show the dragon that she meant no harm, at which said dragon seemed to relax slightly, but stayed on guard. "Hey there..." Sasha said softly. "You hurt?" she asked. She didn't know if the dragon would understand her or not. In the distance, she could hear the screams of a village fading. To Sasha's surprise, the dragon huffed and motioned with her head towards the arrows in her side. "Ah...yeah, that...looks like it hurts."
Sasha glanced briefly at her inventories, seeing if she could find some bandages or gauze hidden in her pockets from her training. Thankfully, she had a little, though it likely wouldn't be enough for the dragon to mobilize fully. Maybe it would be just enough to let her fly back to her home. Sasha approached again, claiming the bandages from her inventory. The dragon flinched, but she held up the bandages for her to see. "I'm just gonna help you out a little, okay?" Sasha told her. The dragon sighed and placed her head on the ground.
About 45 minutes later, Sasha had successfully removed the arrows and stopped the blood flow enough to patch up the dragon. "Okay, you should be good to..." Sasha began, but the dragon was already to her feet. "...go." She finished. The dragon glanced at Sasha, hesitating for a moment, then nodding, spreading her wings, and shooting off of the ground with a huge gust of wind. Sasha almost fell over from the force of it. By the time she looked up again, the dragon was gone. "Heh." she mumbled. "Fair enough."
(I'm sorry that was so long I-)
Phantoms filled the night sky. Sasha's good arm was already cut and bruised, there's no way she could hold her sword, she was terrible with her left hand. Dinnerbone was fine, as he always was, but he wasn't much use against the phantoms circling them like vultures. Stubbornly, Sasha came to the conclusion that she couldn't do this alone. She snagged her one remaining firework from her inventory and released it into the sky. This better work... she thought. Or else I'm fucked.
It was quiet and cold in the woods that peaceful night. It was a perfect time for Midio to step outside and walk around, taking in some of the fresh night air.
He walked around, looking at the dark, looming trees around him. Perfect for climbing, but climbing a tree during the night isn't exactly the safest activity, even if you have eyes that adjust to the night's darkness some.
His peaceful stroll was interrupted at the sound of some kind of explosion nearby. It wasn't too close but it was close enough to hear.
He looked over and saw the glitter of a firework above the trees, and the faint light it gave off lit up the area around it, revealing strange flying creatures high in the sky. They sort of resembled "nightmarish manta rays", and they seemed to be circling around something or someone that's on the ground below.
Midio was unsure what to do, he'd never seen such creatures, but he decided to go there, with agility but also stealth.
When he arrived, he noticed someone who was injured, as well as a pet beside them. They didn't look like they were in any condition to fight these strange flying creatures.
He approached them, trying not to appear as though he's there to attack them.
"What the heck happened?" He asked, not expecting to get any answer, but wanting to express his curiosity at whatever happened before he arrived.
One of the strange flying creatures swooped down, and nearly hit Midio, if it weren't for his dodging, but another swooped from behind him and hit the back of his head, causing him to fall forward onto his face.
Luckily, as someone who enjoys climbing things, he's had many falls which only added to his overall durability... But that doesn't mean falling on his face doesn't hurt!
He looked up at the creatures, understanding now that there's no way to deal with these things peacefully. He sighed.
"Stay back." He told the others.
Suddenly, the crystal horn on his head began to glow a bright blue, and started sparking with electricity.
His eyes glowed white with energy, and at an incredible speed, he scampered up a nearby tree and jumped into the air, releasing a massive blast of blue lightning from his single horn, shocking all of the flying creatures right out of the air.
Midio's glow went away as he tumbled right down to the ground. It hurt quite a bit, but it's nothing he can't heal. He's got a bad habit of recklessly doing things like this.
He wasn't sure what to do then, but after internally lecturing himself on how he should be more careful next time, he decided that the next course of action is to make sure the other 2 are okay and can get help.
(Sorry that was long as HECK I just had a lot of fun writing!)
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Midio laid on the ground in the middle of some remote mountains. He's really done it this time.
His habit of going to remote locations to climb things and play all alone gets him into bad situations all the time, and now here he is, on the ground with an injured leg after having fallen off of a cliff.
Sure, he can survive a lot of stuff thanks to his body's strange properties, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel pain.
Is he going to have to lay here for days or weeks alone while his broken leg heals? He can only hope someone comes by.
And he can only hope someone comes by soon, there could be mountain lions or bears in this area just waiting for something like this.
Unfortunately, he'll never learn, and will likely continue climbing in dangerous places by himself after all of this is done anyway...