[PRP ] Metaplots (Otto, Mark)

[Zoobey]

The dragon seemed to read Otto's mind as it twisted, and suddenly its head was a jarring one-eighty degrees backwards like some demented thorn-shaped owl, and then its head began to split into a second, and a third until ten sets of mis-shapen, uneven heads, some snapping pure thorns others sharp branches all faced him. The circled Otto's weapon, afraid of touching it, snapping whenever he pointed away from them in any direction.

Fight it, the voice urged. Even in the storm, Otto felt protected.

Bittiface

 

[Bittiface]

It was discouraging to see his plan die out so quickly. He stared up at the many heads now sniping at him and wondered just what the right answer was. But that was a way of thinking he had to do away with. He'd never get the right answer if he didn't fail a few times first.

With a huff, he gripped his sword tighter and kept stabbing away the attempts to bite or harm him. The voice urged him on, and it made him that much more determined not to give up. People who cared and protected him were at his shoulder. They had his back.

He was still scared, of course. There was no getting around that. And he really wanted to scream at the heavens and demand a little help. No. He had this. He could do it. He had all the help he needed.

Otto instead made an attempt at stabbing the dragon's chest, slashing his flaming sword at any vines that got in the way. Could it grow ten more hearts? Ten more torsos? If so, then he was going about this totally wrong. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

"Could sure use those on fire sheep right about now.." He muttered as he tried not to die.

Zoobey

 

[Zoobey]

Otto's attempt with the sword had the right idea and the fire tore away the vines surrounding the chest, revealing a green pulsating heart that was almost too sickening to look at. With several loud screeches, the creature flailed, movement getting more erratic.

The flaming sheep didn't appear, but Alice did, materializing right next to Otto. Despite the dragon-hydra flailing and a lot of thorns whipping all directions, she seemed entirely unharmed. "This is the end limits of my help" she whispered, "but your own weapon is still here. Call for her, she needs you."

Bittiface

HYDRA'S HEART HAS 10/10 HP
Feel free to attack until it has been destroyed!

 

[Bittiface]

And there it was. The heart. But just being near it, let alone looking at it long enough to take aim made him ill. Alice's appearance had him momentarily distracted, and he ended up losing headway in his progress on attacking the heart.

"My we---Tenya." s**t. He'd been so focused on his silly imaginary sword, he'd forgotten the one being that always kept him alive. "Tenya. Let's go." Otto scampered onto the dragon's back and away from the heart. Once there, he summoned Tenya. Having her in hand felt right. The sword was a bit of make believe. But this? This was natural.

He stood on it's back, balancing precariously. He stabbed the sword down into a patch of scales unceremoniously, and kept his focus on Tenya and not losing balance. "Okay. Gotta aim for the heart from up here." Because staring at that thing made him want to vomit and curl into a ball.

His weapon being a boomerang, he hoped for the best.

Otto reeled his arm back and threw Tenya forward and away from himself and the dragon. True to her nature, she came sailing back...  

[Bittiface]

By some miracle, despite being terrible at math and angle formulating, Otto was at least good enough with his weapon to figure out arcs and the like through experience. Tenya sailed through the air in a delightful air breaking whistle, and straight back into the heart of the Dragon.

DMG: 5
Dragon Heart (The Movie): 5  

[Bittiface]

Otto fought for balance once more, narrowly avoiding vines and snapping hydra heads. He hurled Tenya through the air once more. It was like surfing on a bumpy log down a waterfall while juggling. He was not having a good time.

Otto fights a hydra instead of bears.

Damage: 4
Dragon Heart: 1  

[Bittiface]

With one final thrust, Tenya was launched in an arc that slashed against the heart, before magically bouncing off the damaged organ and returning to Otto. Otto, who was still riding atop the hydra's back avoiding vines and teeth in a precarious balancing act.

"Chance ain't ever gunna believe the day I've had." He muttered to himself, catching Tenya with one hand and nearly falling off because of the force.

Damage: 2
Dragon Heart: -1

Zoobey

 

[Zoobey]

A large vine swept and knocked Otto off balance, forcing him to have to find another way to climb back up through the vines to reach the heart.

"Hurry!" Alice whispered, and if Otto looked all around him, everywhere was green.

Bittiface

 

[Bittiface]

Otto fumbled, his mind spinning as everything was just green. Alice's urgency made him wish he had a semblance of an idea on how to do what it was she wanted. "Hurry how?" He whined, blindly flailing Tenya in front of him to keep anything from catching him.

"I just wanna get home, dammit." He grunted, slashing and cutting and sweating his way through. All the while he was feeling dizzy with the nauseating amount of green in his vision.

"What the Hell is happenin?"

Zoobey

 

[Bittiface]

Fighting Bears.

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Damage: 8  

[Zoobey]

The dragon was still there, but the green was claustrophobic, it seemed to invade Otto's every sense until it felt like he was inhaling a slow sickness that crawled into his lungs and slowed his heart. It felt like it was a gaseous poison slowly asphyxiating him even within this odd dream.

"Fight," rang a multitude of voices, while the green told him to give up, to just return to being ignorant and fourteen. That didn't sound too bad, did it?

Bittiface

Otto can choose to attack again, knowing everything he knows and everything he'd give up forgetting. If he does not attack, he'll just return to being 14 for the status effect having forgotten everything!

 

[Bittiface]

He was choking. Drowning. The more he fought, the less he gained and the more he suffered for it. The voices that wished for him to push forward were becoming lost within the suffocating green around him. He wanted to die. Wanted to curl up and sleep forever, or just give up and let himself live in blissful ignorance forever, if only to be free of this feeling; this sickness.

He didn't want to fight. He never had. He'd only ever wanted escape and freedom. From his very beginnings, coming to the island so many years ago, that's all he'd ever wanted. To fight went against his instincts. He argued, he yelled, but to truly fight and take a stand was too much. It took away chunks of himself every time.

He choked back a sob. He wished he was strong. Wished he was a fighter. Wished he didn't need someone to keep going whenever he felt weak and powerless. He thought back to many dark times where he'd given up and stopped fighting the inevitable. It was clear that was his true nature. He didn't deserve Chance, or his late grandfather's love. Not if he didn't care to fight for it. Not if all he cared about was his own comforts.

He coughed, finding himself on his knees before he'd even thought it. He could prove himself wrong. He could fight and make those he loved and cared for proud. He could stand against this dragon and this horrible fog he was choking on. Or he could admit he wasn't strong enough, admit he was a selfish coward.

Give up. Just lay down and forget everything. What is there to remember anyway?

What was there to remember about this day? Mark wanting to be his Jedi master? A girl named Alice coaxing him into a weird hall with a horrible dragon? A fun moment when his imagination created a flaming sword and exploding sheep? A delightful tea party... an encounter with a lost loved one... and encouraging smiles from his lover and his friend.

He sniffed back any more crying he might have done. This hurt, it was horrible and sickening and he wanted it to end. But those memories, good and bad, they were worth more than one moment's peace.

Otto stood back up with a defiant stomp, staring the green abyss in it's core. He'd fight. Even if he puked and passed out, he would never give up on those precious memories that made him who he was. He would not subject his loved ones to the pain of loss, like the pain he'd felt when he lost his grandfather, or Clerise, or Nevada and so many others. Death, memories, they were all painful.

But he needed to remember.

Otto gripped Tenya, his weapon bright within his mind at Otto's hard won resolve. "******** you, you piece of s**t dragon from Hell." He growled, his stomach doing flips with the effort of speaking while so ill.

He reeled back and threw his weapon straight forward.

Zoobey

Damage: 15  

[Zoobey]

And as Tenya raced forward, so did the confidence in Otto, surging in him as he remembered every moment that he had protected someone else. It was his turn this time, after all his trouble, to finally protect himself.

Otto's weapon gained momentum, slicing through several of the heads before striking the heart. The vines, the green, screeched and there was a terrible, sickening feeling, as if Otto had lost control of his own identity for a moment longer-

- Then he was himself again and he was stronger now, confident, and Tenya was gilded in blue crystal, just bare fragments of it at the tips that began to cover the green heart and then petrify it entirely. A loud crackle and the thorns simply crumbled and it was gratefully, peacefully, dark again.

A moment later Otto was falling, and so was Alice, and she was holding his hand, they slowed momentum for a second-

- And then she let go.

Otto woke up, lying on the kitchen floor, and he remembered everything.

Bittiface

But Otto is still 14 at this point in time!

 

[Bittiface]

It was the most beautiful he'd ever seen Tenya before. Delicate crystal blue lined her smooth edges as it destroyed the heart in that same heavenly colour. Even through the sickening crash that came as everything fell apart, even the world around them, he remembered that slow transformation as if he himself had fundamentally changed inside his own heart.

He fell, and he felt no fear. He and Alice were hand in hand as they left this world together. He looked at her one more time before he felt her hand leave his, and he was once again on his own with Tenya; falling back to the Earth he knew.

He awoke with a start, the stale florescent lights above him blinding. Everything seemed still, and a dull noise filled his ears as his heart rate settled back down.

He was back. He sat up, and saw himself to still be in the small frame of a 14 year old boy. But one thing came to the forefront of his mind, past his experience, his memories returned or even the change in character he'd gone through in that wonderful dream...

"Did Mark ********' leave me passed out on the kitchen floor...?" He grumbled to himself.

And then he smiled, because of course he did. He expected nothing less.

Zoobey

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