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I'll do what I can.
The rage in Arthur was only partially satisfied by Zant taking a part of the Dynamite Arrow's explosive blast. But it would have to satisfy him for now- as Zant quickly turned his attention to Morgan. Before he could react, he was sent flying backwards into the dark "wall" that lay at the end of the arena.
He only grunted as he both heard and felt a "CRACK", sliding down the wall onto the ground as he grimaced. As he stood up, he felt his back. It felt sore, and would probably bruise, but despite the sheer force that he was hurled away with Lyle's Full Over ability had helped absorb most of the potential damage that could have happened.
"I'm gonna enjoy killing you..." The gunslinger growled under his breath, picking his dropped Bow up once again and notching another Dynamite Arrow. But before he lit the fuse, he was slowly absorbing his entire surroundings. The fury within slowly faded, replaced by a sinking realization of what was going on. The bastard was feeding on everyone's emotions- probably especially Arthur's- which was creating this cycle of doom that Arthur was only hastening.
He scowled, his knuckles gripping the wooden bow so hard they turned white. He couldn't just give in right here and there, though- His plan to fight still stood. But he'd have to watch his temper. Cool off, turn back into the cold, unflinching outlaw that most of the Van der Linde gang "knew" him as. As he mentally began to cool off- slowly but surely- he looked around to watch the others.
The flying woman began to shout about standing down. It certainly seemed to be the most "logical" way to go about- after all, if their attacks didn't severely affect this magic-monster, then all they were doing was shooting themselves- at times almost literally- in the foot with friendly fire. Arthur'd already contributed to three deaths. But they wouldn't beat Zant without trying an attack! Happy thoughts alone surely wouldn't win them.
That dumbass badger had gotten himself in trouble. The bloodied animal was already being zapped to death, and meant that Zant could 1) use the giant critter as a human shield and 2) deter everyone from attacking thanks to 1. Arthur didn't plan on following the second portion, though. He slung the damn Bow over his back, pulling out his Lasso instead. He was all outta damn ideas- Arthur was going in to get Eric the hell out.
As the nutty Yo-Yo kid, whose toy had been sliced in two just a few moments ago, shouted something about teamwork and "positivity", Arthur found himself internally agreeing with the "clown" for the first time. As Tandem began to swing his Yo-Yos, Arthur rushed back into the fight from Zant's other side, forming a two-pronged attack with the boy at the same time whilst Eric was dropped.
TICK-TICK.
This time, Arthur planned on staying in Deadeye for the majority of his attack until he needed to drop out. As time slowed down again, most of his senses- including his emotional feelings- quickly dulled themselves to form him as a killing machine. Morgan hurled the lasso at Zant's other hand at the same time as Tandem's own attack knowing that his efforts would probably end up being futile. The main priority was to at least buy everyone else some planning time- or something, Arthur wasn't a true tactician. The other motive was that he wasn't going to merely quit- regardless of what happened, he'd still keep fighting.
- Canon: Red Dead Redemption II
- "Powers":
- Abilities:
- Reflexes
- Weapons Proficiency
- CQC Proficiency
- Outdoorsman Skills
Status: ENRAGED
Weapons: Schofield Revolverx2, Pump-Action Shotgun, Bow and Arrows,Machete, Throwables
Equipment: Bandolier, Journal, Electric Lantern, Portable Camera, Lasso Hook,Arthur's Gambler Hat
Satchel Inventory: Fire Arrows, Ice Arrows, Bomb Arrows, Shock Arrows, Ancient Arrows, Penguin Figurines, Drinks (Fine Brandy, Kentucky Bourbon, Gin, Moonshine), Zant Photo, Vial of Twilight
Indirect Mentions: None
Direct Mentions: EVERYONE! INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO: Tandem ( Chungchangching )
Zant ( thatguyinthestore ), Midna, Leo, OC Ike ( Birb ), Alphonse ( SheepKing ), Sub-Zero (@Hahli Nuva), Blake ( marc122 ), Singing Twins ( Necessity4Fun ), Eric ( CocoaMarshmallow )
A Tell-a-Vision, according to the folks who I overheard talking about it. Seems like this invention helps communicate images or something- Cobblepot used it to talk to us from afar.
(Credit to TBeltrame on DeviantArt!)
What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into? Flying metal men, people harnessing electricity, and talking human-like animals plague this NEW world I have apparently stumbled upon. If this truly is what we have to look forward to in 2017, then it is a world that I most certainly cannot imagine how 1899 will lead up to these kinds of inventions and people that I have met. Even little Jack Marston's crazy outlandish books have nothing on what I have experienced this whole day- which isn't even OVER yet.
I have the feeling that this world don't want no sort of outlaws like me- but then again, it's brought in women with cat ears, ninjas who can harness ICE itself, and a weapon that can use a red light to burn a giant Crocodile-Man's arm off. Writing this alone makes me question my sanity. This can't just be some ridiculous dream, can it? I initially thought it had to be some sort of afterlife, but a man with an eyepatch named Nick Fury said a blue glowing cube named the Tess-a-ract or however you spell it had a hand in everyone. I don't think everyone came back from the dead like me, though- a lotta folks, including this poor girl and her cottonish animal, seemed real upset and jarred from this new experience just like me. This creepy-looking man, Cobblepot- who reminds me somewhat like a certain Angelo Bronte- was apparently behind all of our "multiverse" problems or something like that.
Cobblepot. If I get my hands on him... Well, let's just say I'm not gonna just feed him to the gators. No. He deserves worse. He put these futuristic bombs in our heads- even the CHILDREN- and threatened to kill us if we didn't fight for him. What the hell was he expecting the children to do? Use their fluffy pet to smother someone to death? Sing them till their ears burst?
That, and the CROCODILE-MONSTROSITY I met earlier. Bastard killed off four of us in the sewers and got away with it. Had to make do for a temporary "burial" without the proper resources. I'll make sure to tell that Nick Fury about where their bodies are. Next time, that Croc won't be getting away with just a missing arm. I'll arm myself properly next time.
Speaking of being armed, I have the feeling that I am somewhat outclassed for once by the people who surrounded me. The man who used that laser weapon seems to have a set of armor that isn't just for show, and some of the folk I've seen can really move fast. Actually, maybe I myself should move- writing this entry in the heart of the enemybeatbase probably ain't very smart of me.
(Credit to DeviantArt's JonnyThatJonny!)
So where do I start? It's probably been just a few hours since I wrote a new entry, but it already feels like an eternity has passed. First found this crazy little lady named Midna- who'd been being "experimented" on. Read: ZAPPED EVERY FEW MOMENTS. The Ice-Ninja who accompanied the group to that Experimental Lab broke the glass. Freed the woman, but brought down a horde of these "Shadow Beast" monstrosities. I suspect that's the moment we were spotted in this damn facility- set off a lotta alarms.
After that we got swarmed by a horde of those freaks. Got a blocky man and a giant armored man killed, and led us to flee into a hidden passage. After that, I headed left with a few other folks into a room filled with some monitoring electrical devices. Spotted this freaky magic wielder who threatened Cobblepot- probably even more important than that doddering Cobblepot himself. That, and we spotted the Tesseract- NOT TESSERECT- in a vault. Don't know where it is, nor can we pinpoint it. Looked too damn empty, too- probably has guards waiting right outside that vault.
(Credit to DA's RedGameRedemption!)
Then we met that bastard of a mercenary, Deathstroke. Blasted out a couple folks' brains right off the bat, nearly killed one of them singer kids-slash-mechanicals. Len, I think he called himself? Either way, he apparently thought I did most of the work in the fight- froze us all with this weird contraption of his. Brained one of the superpowered ladies, was about to pull the trigger on ME when I got lucky thanks to that Imp Midna. Turns out the mercenary had no damn clue what was going on in the grand scheme of things. Cobblepot wasn't as dumb as he looked after all.
Had a chance to end him when he was down. I chose not to. It'd be better to hand him into the authorities at the end of this trip, make sure he pays for his crimes. Bastard may not have had a moral code where he avoided hurting the poor or children- likemyourtheoldVan der Linde gang used to- but I can't just run around randomly killing people. At least, I hope that ain't who I am here, nor who I was back in my old world.
Lastly, we headed over to some kind of Drug Manufacturing area. Filled with metal arms filling up these syringes outta the Shadow Beast stuff- took one for safekeeping and to show to that Fury man later. The other singing kid approached me- Rin- with my lasso and hat. Let her keep the hat. Figured it'd give her something to take care of, maybe give her confidence in these trying times. That hat's been along for many of my rides; maybe it's time to have her keep it in her own experiences. I'm gonna miss it a little, but I'd be happy as long as the kid kept it. Her and Marston both. Though I can't help but wonder... Did I truly give my stuff to John that night? Or was that all a damn hoax, since everything was still on me?
...Regardless, we met some bastard who was cackling about the "Twilight" stuff in the syringes. He was all bluster and no action; this sword-slash-magic blue-haired kid named Lyle showed us that real quick with a couple bullets to the brain. Guess we won't be getting any knowledge offa that "Doctor Hugo Strange" after all.
And now here I am, writing this journal entry. We're all out in this ridiculous hallway, waitin' for someone to HUNT us down like wild prey. This can't be the end, can it? We oughta fight on. I gotta fight on. Not for my old world, no- I ain't got no more life back in my America. I need to help the people here get back to their homeworlds, turn back into normal citizens. The kids in particular- they didn't ask to be signed up here. No, I'll make sure they get their safe passages out. Ain't no redemption waiting for an outlaw like me anytime soon, but everyone else can make something outta this- LIVES TO GIVE.
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