RE: Super Otaku Brawl Gaiden (Round 1: Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp)
07-30-2014, 10:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-19-2014, 06:53 AM by Mirdini.)
The only response the Rapid Transit system received was a series of muffled curses, courtesy of Barkley's face-first landing in a Transit Cart far too small for his lanky b-ballin' frame.
"Yes noble Psychomaster..."
His sultry cab zipped off through Whispering Rock's extensive tunnels at a speed far beyond regulatory limits. While unthreatening to the members of the Psychonaut program, Barkley's impressive height forced the B-Baller into some fancy footwork around a variety of ceiling-based obstacles lest he suffer an involuntary foot amputation.
Barkley's stream of invective came to a crescendo as he was dumped out of his transport to land on a raised platform, smacking his head against a monitor on the way down. It didn't take long for him to get his bearings, and soon he found himself staring at a panoply of monitors, most of them strangely green and... immaterial?
The images flashing across them ranged from an aquatic abomination coughing up a Clown to a serpentine jet-beast booming through the stratosphere to a boy cackling around a variety of robo-chassis, some sort of hedgehog unconcious in the foreground.
"Damn, just like one'a Hoopz's vidcons..."
Hoopz.
Barkley hardened in his resolve. He'd defeated many challenges in his quest to see his son healthy and safe, and this one would be no different. After all, what was to say this wasn't just one of the dread Cuchulainn's tests? He didn't have feelings to spare for these strangers when they were standing in the way of his return home.
They'd slam with the best... or jam with the rest.
"Yes noble Psychomaster..."
His sultry cab zipped off through Whispering Rock's extensive tunnels at a speed far beyond regulatory limits. While unthreatening to the members of the Psychonaut program, Barkley's impressive height forced the B-Baller into some fancy footwork around a variety of ceiling-based obstacles lest he suffer an involuntary foot amputation.
Barkley's stream of invective came to a crescendo as he was dumped out of his transport to land on a raised platform, smacking his head against a monitor on the way down. It didn't take long for him to get his bearings, and soon he found himself staring at a panoply of monitors, most of them strangely green and... immaterial?
The images flashing across them ranged from an aquatic abomination coughing up a Clown to a serpentine jet-beast booming through the stratosphere to a boy cackling around a variety of robo-chassis, some sort of hedgehog unconcious in the foreground.
"Damn, just like one'a Hoopz's vidcons..."
Hoopz.
Barkley hardened in his resolve. He'd defeated many challenges in his quest to see his son healthy and safe, and this one would be no different. After all, what was to say this wasn't just one of the dread Cuchulainn's tests? He didn't have feelings to spare for these strangers when they were standing in the way of his return home.
They'd slam with the best... or jam with the rest.