feonixe | CMO 2017 EDITION

CMO 2017 EDITION

how do i hold all these muses

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[Sometimes, you just don't know what world you get tossed into next. Edgeworth is just relieved that his memories are not at all tampered...and neither are his CRAU powers and fighting skills. At this point, he's no longer surprised by what he sees - and the shenanigans he winds up in.

A village in the forest - a picturesque forest, complete with a stunning waterfall, fruit-laden trees and beautiful hills - is threatened by the creatures that live in said forest. A witch, they said, had taken over and was corrupting the animals - and even the plants. Wolves suddenly walked on their hind legs and targeted children specifically. Birds of prey had mutated into giants that could destroy houses. And who knew what lived in the treetops and the lake?

One can guess which two unlucky men were tasked to cleanse the forest, and save the poor hapless villagers. Gosh, this sounds like something straight out of a video game.

Enter Edgeworth, sitting down briefly on a rock, saber in hand as he sighs.]

I don't understand why they don't move to another location, however.

[ There's really a problem with the fact that he's away from his home realm, not to mention that he's no longer able to summon Bahamut at the flick of a finger and simply pulverize everything within range. But he isn't useless without his dragons, either - he too has a sword, and ice magic that can at least reduce a sizeable area to frost and ice. ]

Stubbornness. Attachment. [ Stupidity. ] Let's get this done and move on. Dallying here is only wasting time.

[ Somewhere on this land is a shrine that may get them home... probably. ]

[Edgeworth shrugs. Well, yes, stubbornness and attachment are two possible reasons, but he doesn't understand how they can be so strong that an entire village won't pull up its stakes and find a safer place.

But yes, the sooner they complete their task and save a bunch of terrified folk, the sooner they can return to their respective homes.

...assuming that THAT is exactly what will happen and it won't suddenly trick them or whatever.

Edgeworth stands up from the rock to look around. So far, all is well...and yet, all is so eerily quiet.]

Not if we dally in order to observe our surroundings and find any clues that will help us in our task.

[ If it tricks them, he'll have to have Words with the perpetrator. Possibly involving violence. ]

True. [ Well, he's used to being in his native land, so he does have less knowledge here. ] Are you sensitive to magic?

[ He can do some, but not all. ]

[Normally Edgeworth does not advocate violence but if it comes to that, he might just let the other guy have his way with that shrine thingy.

Anyway, he tilts his head slightly.]

If by "sensitive" you mean "easily able to detect", then my answer is no. Although I think in every context I wouldn't say I'm sensitive to magic.

[He can be healed magically, spells damage him normally with no increased or decreased effects, etc.]

[ That's helpful - if only Boreas actually had healing spells, which he didn't. ]

In my world, wide-ranging curses tend to be able to be traced back to their caster. Though I do not detect anything in this area.

[ Which means they should move, in his opinion. ]

I see.

[Edgeworth nods slowly.]

I haven't found anything of note, either. Lead the way.

[He at least defers to the other man's abilities.]

[ Boreas nods and starts off towards the south, the direction that they had been heading originally. Some reports did say that the witch was coming from the south, so that might help.

When they're faced with denser foliage, he simply holds out his sword in front of him and a cold aura emanates from it, forcing the plants to wilt a little and out of their way. If it doesn't work, he'd simply hack through them. ]

Let me know if you see anything noteworthy.

Of course. [Edgeworth may not be as powerful as Boreas, or as experienced with weaponry, but he can be observant enough to make up for it. He watches the other man hold out his sword and allow the plants to wilt out of their way; convenient, and kinder for the plants.

But when he hears the sound of rustling foliage, his neck snaps upward - and sees a flock of flying black birds cawing up a storm. That shouldn't be a reason for concern...if they weren't dive bombing towards them and didn't smell of carrion.]

Look out! [Edgeworth whips out his saber, ready to cut down the birds that even get near him.]

[ Boreas is about to say something, perhaps to curse or yell at the birds, but one of them makes a beeline for his shirt and he lifts his ice-covered blade to block. It collides with the bird's beak and it backs away, cawing. ]

She has come to strike at us. [ He brandishes his sword as a warning to the others. ] Keep some alive... we could question one.

[ The ease with which he says it implies he's done it before. ]

Q-Question?

[That's all Edgeworth can say. One smart bird veers away from Boreas to target Edgeworth, and it swoops down toward his head. He takes a big step back and slashes at it with his sword. Unfortunately, the creature is fast enough that its wing is just grazed, and it veers away to circle and try again.]

[ Boreas would have replied, perhaps with something blunt, but his attention is largely focused on fending off the crows. Having fought both humans and beasts back home, he had some experience that could be adapted... which involved him deflecting the birds with his sword. Practically slapping them, even. ]

Begone!

[ He focuses a bolt of ice from the tip of his sword, managing to strike one bird and bring it to the ground. How is Edgeworth faring? ]

[Edgeworth is faring...fairly, all things considered. He is learning slowly to anticipate the birds' movements and to strike at the right time. Already, he has managed to wound one enough for it to drop to the ground, wings fluttering uselessly at its side.]

I got one! I just need to immobilize it enough - [He ducks as another bird swoops over his head, bringing with it its disgusting stench.] to keep it alive, but with no chance - [Edgeworth stabs his sword upward, but misses. He tries again.] - of escape!

[With that last word, he lops off part of the second crow's wing, sending it off its course as it wheels and corkscrews.]

[ The Wintersmith cuts a few more birds to the ground, his blade leaving afterimages of frost as it sucks in more and more heat. He doesn't have time to spare to respond until the most recent swarm is dealt with - and that includes putting an icicle into the bird that tried to get at Edgeworth's stylish hair. ]

Good!

[ Is one enough? One seems to be enough. He's in the mood to skewer the rest. ]

[Edgeworth breathes a sigh of relief. Thank you for avenging his hair, Boreas. He'll repay you if anything tries to get your hair next.

Anyway, the injured crow he took down is trying to hop away. Mercilessly Edgeworth drives the point of his saber into one of its wings, pinning it to the ground.]

Let's see if these things are capable of speech.

[ Hair is extremely important to a gentleman's image. How could he let a fellow man of culture suffer such an indignity? ]

Speak, vermin! Where is your master?

[ The crow, surprisingly, can talk. Even if it's screeching speech, it's understandable. ]

P=please! Have mercy!

[ IT'S NOT ANSWERING THE QUESTION... ]

[The crow will not get any sympathy from Edgeworth, who glares coldly at it while still clutching his saber and ensuring that the bird is properly impaled.

He flinches when he hears the bird speak. Really, why should he be surprised again? And yet, he still is. Plus, the screech wasn't exactly music to his ears.]

So, they are capable of speech. Perhaps we can bargain with it, as well.

[Edgeworth peers down at the trapped bird, his glare easing up only slightly.]

Answer his question, and we'll...consider sparing your life.

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CMO 2017 EDITION

the dragon lord tsundere; gomen it's almost bedtime and I just threw this together

ITS OK!! IT'S LOVELY

A JAMJAR RPG with which to quench my thirst for dumb action shenanigans

the best tbh

...okay maybe semi-jamjar because they can return home by themselves afterward

yeah man what fun woudl it be if they were trapped

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