Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160731140258/@comment-26826553-20160801114657

Vergel Nikolai wrote: Draken: *weeps sadly*

Aurocoatl: Well, that's OK Draken. If TAPA doesn't understand, then we then must go to the flow. That's what we are doing now. Plus, being a level 3 warrior like you, enchantments isn't really your thing. So how about we just proceed and kick some koopa faces, right Sporo?

Sporo II: *hops to a platform* Well, at least if they have some arcade game here where we are familiar with?

Aurocoatl: Like what? Contra? It's not like he knew that. But better if we stick.

//Aurocoatl: OK, we'll stop complaining. TAPA, since Leo isn't good at these arcade-style games, what about you use us. Or at least give Leo something that would help him... well, you know help him in the game. We wouldn't mind of you use us, as long as we don't curse or swear. //When it comes to kids, I don't really have them swear. As for Stan & Co., they're a different case. The 10 year-olds of South Park are meant to represent a 3rd/4th grader's true nature while grown-ups ain't around (I admit, it's accurate, I began swearing when I was 8 years old). Surprised? Well, the class is open for all people from 4 to 16. 10 year-olds ain't out of place.

Mr. Hunt: *nearly growls & charges plasma upon seeing Draken weep*

//Mr. Hunt: Me, I feel my rage gland acting up...I may have to injet a few hormones to counter that crap, or I'll end up rampaging...Me, I suppose I have to consider the fact that I am not on my planet. I mean, sure, this isn't my first time here on Earth, but still, it's a bit hard adjusting when you came from a place where rules are a lot stricter. In your planet's defense, I can say you have the most dangerous a**holes in the supercluster. I mean, infiltration units programmed to kill & giant monsters (kaiju), most especially a 300 million year-old radioactive alpha predator? Your planet is pretty much a hardcore one. Explains why our kind visits you a hell lot.

Mr. Hunt: *grits teeth & tries controlling his voice to a calm level* Quit the tears, kid. Things like these are the least of your problems. When s**t comes down on Suburbia & all you'll do is weep, you'll be the first to be struck down, unless you've got powers to help whenever you cry (Do you? If so, then carry on then). A Fume-shroom's up ahead.

(In the bricks above Draken, a Sledge Fume-shroom was shooting a barrage of sledgehammers, some of which Mr. Hunt batted aside with his ceratanium-coated leaves. A boomerang petal came at him from behind, but he grabbed it in a blink of an eye & snapped it. The Boomerang Spore-shroom bro. above just a few feet to the right then began firing more boomerang petals from the growth in its tube. Mr. Hunt then deflected a sledge falling from above at the brick block the Shroom Bro. was standing on, knocking the foe off his roots (Wait, what does a mushroom have for feet if not roots? I have a feeling it ain't roots...), causing him to tumble into the acid below, which is still rising.)

Mr. Hunt: Now, do your friends a favor, & bash the block he's standing on before any more projectiles begin falling-

(He suddenly stops mid-sentence, & sniffs the air, smelling something)

Mr. Hunt: If you excuse me kid, I've got to go somewhere. I literally smell s**t going on...

(The invisible guy slips out of the building.)

Mr. Hunt: Sorry, Murphy, but you're gonna have to handle things here on your own. I've got to deal with something.

CitroCop: *nods*

(Mr. Hunt, still invisible, dashes out of Kindergar-Zen)