Chapter 5: How can one be emo when one fails at being emo? But technically wouldn’t one go emo when one fails at being emo? I’ll leave that question to the philosophers.
Pendragon_ had been serious about slitting his wrists and committing suicide. There was no way he was going to be a part of this stupid competition with such a bland hero like the Dragon Knight. He quickly set to drawing his sword and laying it delicately across his wrists. With a sudden slash, his wrists veins opened violently and blood began flowing out. However to his horror, Pendragon_ began to notice his severed arterys quickly heal themselves. He slit his wrists again and again, to no avail, as his dragon’s blood power took its effect and healed him back up again. Dragon Knights aren’t allowed to be emo.
Naturally bitter and vowing vengeance on the idiot who instigated this entire mess, Pendragon_ planned to at least have some fun until he was eliminated or he found some way to “swap” positions with other heros. He had been searching for whoever had drawn the Death Prophet hero, hoping somehow possession abilities would remain on the hero that he could use to his advantage.
Deep in his thoughts, he had not noticed the constant itches that had occurred on his back to be an assailant assaulting him. The assailant, a disheartened gag[taem, had given up after his attacks seemed to heal up soon after he inflicted them, and had continued on his roshan quest.
After wandering closer to the scourge infested side of the river he came across a clearing where his target, and the Oblivion, Screwball, seemed to be having an argument. Screwball muttered something incomprehensible and decrepified the Death Prophet, then hastily ran towards the scourge base. The Death Prophet just floated there until the effects wore off. With this opening, Pendragon_ strode into the clearing, and announced his prescence. A thought in his mind told him that the person who had drawn this hero was Yuri. Pendragon’s brow furrowed. He knew he had been gifted the banhammer upon arrival in this world by default, and he wouldn’t be afraid to use this instrument of justice if things didn’t go his way.
“And whom do I have to thank for granting me this honor?” The Death Prophet asked cautiously. “…I ask the questions first here” Pendragon_ said casually. Yuri wasn’t sure of his chances against the Dragon Knight. He could silence him for a while, and wear him down quickly with exorcism, but he was put off by the strange hammer slung over Pendragon’s back. The Dragon Knight did not carry a hammer in the game. The silence after the statement dragged for 10 seconds, then Pendragon_ announced his reason for coming.
“Do you think you’re capable of possession?”
“What? I’m not a banshee!”
“…”
Pendragon_ advanced on the Death Prophet, his intentions clear. This bitch was going to give him what he wanted. He unceremoniously took out his hammer and swung it around with practiced precision making his intentions clear. “Are you proposing an alliance?” the Death Prophet asked hesitantly. “Of sorts…” Pendragon_ replied. “I want you to find me one of these heroes (He presented the Death Prophet with a list), and I want you to possess them and then switch their body with me. You may have this Dragon Knight body, or I recommend saving it for your least liked emo friend. No buts about possession. If you can’t, you’re toast…Ectoplasm toast. Or jelly.”
Yuri considered this for a moment, and made up his mind quickly after. He would take control of the Dragon Knight once he had discovered possession, and then when he finally got to switching with the Dragon Knight, he would have the hammer all to himself…Yes it would be worth it. And so an alliance was made between Pendragon_ and Yuri.