[PRP] Wheely Chairs (Otto/Wilson) FIN

[Syusaki]

Wilson wanted his vacation time, sure, but really he just wanted to taste actual food after helping save the world. Was that too much to ask? As he stood above ground and adjusted the mask over his face, Wilson sighed. He stared at the fog with a blank expression. Apparently it was too much to ask. The trainee shook his head and made his way over to the dorms.

It was still foggy inside, but at least it wasn’t as cloudy the last time he visited it with Ryan. That was heartening. He wandered through the empty hallways. Now that he was by himself, he never realized how creepy empty, foggy corridors could be. Maybe he should have actually called up someone to accompany hi—

Something barreled right into him. He stumbled forward, arms flailing before he turned around to face the creature.

Oh. Well.

Quote:

34-65: A large, semi-solid creature barrels into you! It's slow-moving but a bit more powerful than the smaller ones.
Mob Stats
HP: 10
Auto Damage: 3 (hit or miss)

 

[Bittiface]

Otto: 50/50
Dmg: 2

Enemy: 8/10

Otto tended to run into people on most of his runs through the facility, and today was no different. While he didn't see Wilson right away because of the fog... and his sunglasses, he did see the creature barrel into something. Otto summoned Tenya and chucked her forward, nearly hitting poor Wilson in the process.

Otto caught the weapon and moved closer, now seeing the bright green of Wilson's attire. "Oops. My bad."

Syusaki

 

[Syusaki]

Something nearly hit the poor guy in the side and he yelped a rather muffled, “Hey!” He shuffled away from the attack and looked back to realize it was a boomerang. As far as Wilson recalled, fog monsters didn’t carry giant boomerangs. Actually, there was something nagging in the back of his mind that he knew a dude with a giant boomerang…

“Otto!” He was glad to meet a familiar face. “No problem. It was just a mistake.” Wilson waved it off, which turned out quite awkward with the cannon in his hands. He sensed something behind him and he tensed. It was the creature again. The trainee spun around and spewed out gas from his cannons.

HP: 50/50
Damage: 8
Charge: 2/3
Enemy HP: DED

Drifter Jet Enduro

 

[Bittiface]

Otto tilted his head as Wilson waved his arms around. That mask made it difficult to hear the other hunter too well, but from the sounds of it he didn't seem mad. Not that he cared. He raised a brow as the dark haired hunter took out the creature with his poison gas. "Maybe I should keep my distance. I ain't got a fancy mask like you do."

He approached cautiously, tilting his shades down so he could discern fog from gas.

Otto: 50/50

Quote:

67-89: Nothing happens.

Syusaki

 

[Syusaki]

Quote:

11-32: A small, semi-solid creature snatches at you with painful claws and teeth.
Mob Stats
HP: 5
Auto Damage: 2 (hit or miss)

Wilson was quite used to this response. “Don’t worry! It dissipates really quickly so it won’t hurt you much, but maybe just a bit of coughing and stuff,” he reassured Otto. [Why does that youngin’ wear dark glasses when it’s so Jacking cloudy? Scarelings these days, I just don’t under—] It was time to tune out Gramps again.

It was almost like background noise while he hopped out of the way of another monster, except this one was smaller and had claws and snapping teeth.

Drifter Jet Enduro

 

[Bittiface]

HP: 50/50 like a boss
Dmg: 5

Mob: 0/5 DED

Oh. Well that was comforting. Kind of. Otto nodded, looking skeptical.

The appearance of another ankle biter had Otto's gaze drifting downward. The little guy was snapping his teeth, apparently trying to be menacing and failing. Maybe Otto was just getting jaded from so much battle, but these guys didn't scare him at all.

He raised his leg..

And slammed his foot down on the fog creature, turning it into fog.

Syusaki

 

[Syusaki]

Quote:

90-98: A small, fairly solid creature swiftly begins attacking you!
Mob Stats
HP: 15
Auto Damage: 5 (hit or miss)

Otto didn’t look too reassured. “Don’t worry! I got this. I’ve been using Gramps for a while now so—…” Wilson suddenly ceased talking when he noticed the other death trainee gave the creature a bored expression before carefully stomping down at it with his foot. Well, that was one way of getting rid of it, at least. Meanwhile, Gramps was wheezing with laughter. Wilson raised an arm as if he was about to say something when something else barreled right into him until he crashed into a door.

“OOF.” He slowly slid down to the floor.

He really attracted all of the things, didn’t he?

Drifter Jet Enduro

 

[Bittiface]

Otto: 48/50
Dmg: 1

Mob: 14/15

Otto blinked as Wilson was bowled into, head slowing looking down to where he slid. Oh dear. Maybe his green gas attracted all the mobs to the yard? Yeah, that must be it.

Otto jumped back as the thing came after him too, managing to scratch at his leg. Otto kicked at the thing to get it away. He couldn't exactly hit it so close range.

Syusaki

 

[Syusaki]

Well, Hufflepuffs were pretty good finders. Perhaps that was it.

Somewhere along the way his arm had managed to turn a doorknob. The trainee fell back into one of the dorm rooms. He hissed and tried to rub the back of his head until he looked around in the room he was in.

There were wheely chairs.

He seriously stared at them for a moment until he reluctantly got back up to bash the creature with his weapon.

HP: 48/50
Damage: 5
Mob HP: 9  

[Bittiface]

Otto: 46/50
Dmg: 6
Mob HP: 3

Otto managed to gain some distance again and swung his weapon at the enemy, sending it into a nearby wall. It looked ready to die soon, thankfully.

"Kick it's a**." Otto instructed lamely.  

[Syusaki]

It'd help if I actually rolled dice '_'  

[Syusaki]

Wilson nodded his head and stepped forward, about to attack the creature again when he looked back at the wheely chairs. He was still inside the room. Silence. The trainee was probably going to regret this, but oh well. He walked toward the chair and managed to wheel it out into the hallway and then pushed it into the creature.

It was super effective.

HP: 46
Damage: 10
Mob: so ded
Mob count: 3  

[Bittiface]

He killed it with a wheeley chair.

...

"Well. That's new." Otto remarked, de-summoning Tenya for now and slipping his hands into his pockets as he approached Wilson. Ah, office chairs with wheels. Good times had been had with them.

"I always knew these things had more than one use."  

[Syusaki]

“I actually threw it for kicks, but I didn’t think it would be so effective,” admitted Wilson as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his head with his weapon. He strolled over to the chair and managed to move it forward a bit before he hopped onto the chair and idly spun around. Wilson always loved wheely chairs. They were so fun to spin around in. “Yup! That’s one thing to write down for future reference,” he chirped as he pushed his feet against the floor and wheeled toward Otto.

Fun. Fun. Fun.  

[Bittiface]

"They're also pretty ********' fun to joust with." Otto added. While normally he hated socializing, he was feeling a mite rambunctious. There were no signs of any more mobs. No more fog than usual. Rather than head back, he much rather wanted to do something fun for once.

"Anythin' you ever done with one of these?" That didn't serve it's normal purpose.