(This is going to be a massive silly topic filled with tropes, references, and other terrible things in the form of a grand illusion gone wrong)
Sousuke grumbled as he worked his way through the dojo. What a mess. What a colossal mess. Did Kuro ever realize how messy this part of the dojo was? This was absurd. The Steward battle through a mountain of rubble and found himself in a part of the dojo he had never been to. The place looked like it hadn't been used in years. Did his brother ever forget about rooms? He must have given this room. As the Steward worked his way in, he blasted some of the rubble. Maybe he was doing Kuro a favour by re-discovering this room. The dust was absurd. It was messing with his lenses. The Steward removed his face plate mask, and found himself ... well ... not in Kansas.
Kansas? Really? Is that the best you could think of? The Steward never heard of Kansas. He blinked several times. He looked skyward at some unseen force that had deliberately again decided to throw him into a scenario that was well beyond what he should be capable of. He sneezed. What. What was this? Fur? Sure. Kuro had a feline form, but he could take the cat fur. This was something not right. Kuro had some pets of his own, but ... they were manageable.
As the Steward journeyed deeper into the room ... he found himself surrounded by large bones. Elephant bones? Kuro always had a large appetite ... but where did he ever get the imports? "Feels more like an elephant graveyard than a buffet line."<i></i> Sousuke observed out loud. Again he sneezed. There was something in the air he was allergic to. "Does it always smell like this? Does Kuro think to let the wind in here to get rid of this awful smell?"<i></i>
Bones. Tusk. Rotting flesh. Wait. The Steward turned to his left and inspected the flesh that twas indeed rotting. He was not prepared for it. He should have been given the absurdity of this place. The Steward merely charged his palm and fired a beam of plasma at it to eradicate the mess that was not sensational news. Especially to his nose. The smell was worse now. There was a burnt smell in the air. "Why have I been caught unawares. Usually a plasma blast of that level will disintegrate anything. What is with the smell... this is utterly disturbing."<i></i> The Steward's eyes widened as he looked down at himself. Okay. No shirt. He was wearing pants, but not his usual pants. These were fur lined shorts. His shoes. Where did they go too? Sandals replaced his shoes. "Clearly I am not prepared ."<i></i>
As the Steward finished his sentence a grand chorus of voices crying 'BE PREEEPPAAAREED' boomed from the distance. The Steward sighed and summoned the Ebon Blade. The sword was larger than he remembered it to be. He held it with two hands and looked about. Just who was singing?
Sousuke grumbled as he worked his way through the dojo. What a mess. What a colossal mess. Did Kuro ever realize how messy this part of the dojo was? This was absurd. The Steward battle through a mountain of rubble and found himself in a part of the dojo he had never been to. The place looked like it hadn't been used in years. Did his brother ever forget about rooms? He must have given this room. As the Steward worked his way in, he blasted some of the rubble. Maybe he was doing Kuro a favour by re-discovering this room. The dust was absurd. It was messing with his lenses. The Steward removed his face plate mask, and found himself ... well ... not in Kansas.
Kansas? Really? Is that the best you could think of? The Steward never heard of Kansas. He blinked several times. He looked skyward at some unseen force that had deliberately again decided to throw him into a scenario that was well beyond what he should be capable of. He sneezed. What. What was this? Fur? Sure. Kuro had a feline form, but he could take the cat fur. This was something not right. Kuro had some pets of his own, but ... they were manageable.
As the Steward journeyed deeper into the room ... he found himself surrounded by large bones. Elephant bones? Kuro always had a large appetite ... but where did he ever get the imports? "Feels more like an elephant graveyard than a buffet line."<i></i> Sousuke observed out loud. Again he sneezed. There was something in the air he was allergic to. "Does it always smell like this? Does Kuro think to let the wind in here to get rid of this awful smell?"<i></i>
Bones. Tusk. Rotting flesh. Wait. The Steward turned to his left and inspected the flesh that twas indeed rotting. He was not prepared for it. He should have been given the absurdity of this place. The Steward merely charged his palm and fired a beam of plasma at it to eradicate the mess that was not sensational news. Especially to his nose. The smell was worse now. There was a burnt smell in the air. "Why have I been caught unawares. Usually a plasma blast of that level will disintegrate anything. What is with the smell... this is utterly disturbing."<i></i> The Steward's eyes widened as he looked down at himself. Okay. No shirt. He was wearing pants, but not his usual pants. These were fur lined shorts. His shoes. Where did they go too? Sandals replaced his shoes. "Clearly I am not prepared ."<i></i>
As the Steward finished his sentence a grand chorus of voices crying 'BE PREEEPPAAAREED' boomed from the distance. The Steward sighed and summoned the Ebon Blade. The sword was larger than he remembered it to be. He held it with two hands and looked about. Just who was singing?