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trans_92010-02-07 05:00 pm
governmentninja) wrote in trans_92010-02-07 05:00 pm
The Right Tool for the Job [Open]
The Nightmare King had been, more or less, taking it easy on Leon. Not that he had to do much. All he had to do was let Leon know that he was in his head. Considering that he never really recovered from being possessed by a plaga, just knowing that he wasn't alone in his own head was more than enough to get to him. For Leon, an occasional flash of something dark moving through the veins just under his skin, or glancing at his reflection only to see a pair of red eyes looking back at him, was more effective than any elaborate nightmare. Even the feeling that his clothes were contracting against him despite his having gotten rid of that godforsaken plant suit, or that damned itch on the inside of his chest were starting to get to him.
At first, he just resorted to ignoring and pushing past the sensations, going colder to get himself through the day. Slowly, though, the Nightmare King was chipping away at that defense.
But Leon would be damned if he was going to end up helpless against this thing. "Sigmund," the Seer's droid assistant had given him a list of ways to 'bless' and reinforce his weapons to make them more effective against daemons. Leon tried a few, mostly on the weapons he didn't normally carry while back home. It worked, to a minor degree. At the least, it made it so those weapons stood out in his waking dreams. The discontinuity of having them there was usually enough to make him realize that he was dreaming. Well, that, and the fact that he scrawled the words 'WAKE UP' on each of those weapons.
But he was hoping to find a more effective way of taking on the Nightmare King. Which is why, for once, Leon was in the sensoriums.
He usually avoided the sensoriums, only bothering to step in if he had business with someone in there. There was something about a hyper-realistic virtual reality that annoyed him, and he found the way some crew members buried themselves in a false reality to be worrisome. Even more so, considering that not even that was a refuge for them from the Nightmare King. But for right now, the room's ability to conjure up whatever he wanted trumped his discomfort with the place.
His brain was a bit too fried to focus on a list, so he had the room bring interface with the W&P inventory list to bring up the "infinite armory". He stood in the middle of countless rows and racks of weapons and armor, and what could be seen was still only a fraction of what they had on board. He moved them easily and effortlessly, rearranging them with the aid of several holographic screens.
He looked at the specs for several groups of weapons, hoping that somewhere in that haystack, was a needle that he could use to stab the Nightmare King in the eye.
At first, he just resorted to ignoring and pushing past the sensations, going colder to get himself through the day. Slowly, though, the Nightmare King was chipping away at that defense.
But Leon would be damned if he was going to end up helpless against this thing. "Sigmund," the Seer's droid assistant had given him a list of ways to 'bless' and reinforce his weapons to make them more effective against daemons. Leon tried a few, mostly on the weapons he didn't normally carry while back home. It worked, to a minor degree. At the least, it made it so those weapons stood out in his waking dreams. The discontinuity of having them there was usually enough to make him realize that he was dreaming. Well, that, and the fact that he scrawled the words 'WAKE UP' on each of those weapons.
But he was hoping to find a more effective way of taking on the Nightmare King. Which is why, for once, Leon was in the sensoriums.
He usually avoided the sensoriums, only bothering to step in if he had business with someone in there. There was something about a hyper-realistic virtual reality that annoyed him, and he found the way some crew members buried themselves in a false reality to be worrisome. Even more so, considering that not even that was a refuge for them from the Nightmare King. But for right now, the room's ability to conjure up whatever he wanted trumped his discomfort with the place.
His brain was a bit too fried to focus on a list, so he had the room bring interface with the W&P inventory list to bring up the "infinite armory". He stood in the middle of countless rows and racks of weapons and armor, and what could be seen was still only a fraction of what they had on board. He moved them easily and effortlessly, rearranging them with the aid of several holographic screens.
He looked at the specs for several groups of weapons, hoping that somewhere in that haystack, was a needle that he could use to stab the Nightmare King in the eye.
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“It’s a long list,” he grinned not at all humbly, “I’m highly skilled in normal, Insult, and sea-faring Insult Swordfighting, but you’ll find that my natural charisma and sharp wit get me through most situations before I have to result to such barbarianism.”
The pirate lifted his collar with his hook, downing the last dregs of his grog.
“I also know my fare share of Voodoo recipes. You know, cursed dolls, cutlass enchantment, that sort of thing—oh, and I can hold my breath for ten minutes! Can’t believe I left that one out.”
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"Voodoo..." since that might be the most useful.
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“—And I can navigate a ship, and I can operate giant monkey robots, and I’m pretty mean at the banjo, and—“
Leon’s statement cut through his ramble cleanly. “—Eh? Oh, Voodoo? Erm, yeah, I can do some of that.”
That was a bit of a half-truth. Though Guybrush had dabbled quite a bit in Voodoo magic during his life, there was usually more…guidance in the matter. A.K.A., the Voodoo Lady. Was she here?
“I can remember some recipes, but I’ll have to look up some other ones if you want anything more specific,” Guybrush nervously scratched his scalp, “There’s a library in this place, right?”
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"If you know anything about using voodoo to affect dreams, then you should bring that to the attention of the mystical department."
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“…Ehhhh,” Guybrush raked his hook through his scraggly pompadour, “See, I know about Voodoo possessions, but…no so much about dreams. I’m sure they happen, but I’ve never—“
No, that wasn’t true.
“—I might have had a Voodoo-related dream. Once,” he held his hand in the air defensively (and the Sensoriums took care of the empty grog mug as soon as he forgot about it), “Though it was closely related to some head trauma involving a tree and an old, non-reinforced oar, so I can’t say anything definitive.”
Yeah, that was about right. Couldn’t blame Guybrush for assuming that said dream had something to do with Voodoo magic—I mean, it involved dancing skeletons and provided him with instructions to get through the
ZombieGhost Pirate LeChuck’s evil island lair. Honestly.“I might know something else that could come in handy,” the pirate insisted, “Did you have anything else in mind? Cursed weaponry, maybe? Spirit-banishing root beer? I can improvise some of those.”
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“So I can help…”
He paused, the hook limply shifting forward. Leon’s question had abruptly shifted his attention to that particular missing limb and its opposable digits, as they were…closely intertwined.
“…Eh. Well, if you don’t make them right,” Guybrush admitted with a sheepish grin, “—But this is a big place, there should be plenty of the ingredients needed to make workable, user-safe Voodoo weaponry! Just name the cutlass/gun/cannon, and I’ll get to gatherin’!”
…Guybrush visibly flinched. “Yeech. Even I found that in bad taste. Sorry.”
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It might be better to proceed with caution.
"Let's start off with handful of knives, and we'll work our way up from there. Okay?"
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Stupid pirate hunters and Voodoo doctors, always amputating limbs for science and money…
“That works too.”