Mighty Adventurers

Mighty Adventurers
Date of Scene:	13 November 2012
Location:	Bramble Orchard
Synopsis:	On a dark, spooky night. A brave operative strikes out on a quest for a delicious Naco. He valiantly gives the honors of battle to a mysterious hooded stranger and then continues his quest unfazed by the perils.
Cast of Characters:	Ron Stoppable, Riku

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Ron Stoppable has posed:
Forests are not exactly the best places to be when there are no lights. Granted, there is minimal lighting from the moon and stars. But the fact of the matter is that it is night time and that means there are going to be some seriously bad things going on at this moment.

"AHHHHHHH!"

That scream belongs to the one and the only Ron Stoppable. Decked out in what is normally considered to be Mission Gear, complete with a used parachute attached to the pack on his back, Ron is running at top speed through the trees. Because, well, there's something very bad going on behind him. There's... well...

"WOLVES! WHY ARE THERE WOLVES!?! THERE SHOULDN'T BE WOLVES IN WHEREVER THIS PLACE IS!"

Good thing Ron is fast. Ish.

Riku has posed:
Enter the Mysterious Hooded Stranger Guy.

Forests are apparently full of them.

Well.
And Wolves.

Apparently full of Wolves too.

Several of them circle around while the rest nip at Ron's heels, trying to flank him into some Wolf Oriented Judo Flip death maneuver as one of them leaps onto a rotten log, running up it to lunge with epic, slow motion camera slowness at Ron.

Oooh. So close.

Instead, said wolves closes yellowed teeth on Ron's parachute instead of his tender flesh. This has the consolation prize that several of the other wolves grab onto the same chunk of trailing fabric, making a comet's tail of growling, snapping grey fur and teeth.

In the background, Mysterious Hooded Stranger guy apparates a sword. It just suddenly 'there' and then /HE's/ just suddenly there, appearing out of the gloomy gloom to slash at another leaping wolf. It whimpers in pain, charge aborted.

Ron Stoppable has posed:
"KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM! KIIIIIIIIIIIIM!"

Ron's screams just continue to come forth as he doesn't stop the running. That's right, he doesn't even realize that he's somewhat running in place because of the wolves that have taken ahold of his parachute. To be honest, Ron didn't even realize he still had the parachute on. It's not until about the same time that Riku does his slashing sword movements does Ron actually figure out that he can't go forward anymore and ends up falling backwards and to the ground.

"So this is it. This is how The Ronster goes. Trapped within the darkness of a terrifying forest. Taken apart by wolves. And possibly a Mysterious Hooded Stranger Guy that's... fighting the wolves."

Blink. Blink Blink. Ron's eyes get big as he stares behind him from his turtle style sprawl. "Woohoo! Go Mysterious Hooded Stranger Guy! Get those wolves! Get 'em good!" And at no point does Ron think to actually get himself out of this parachute death trap.

Riku has posed:
There would be an odd look exchanged if Mysterious Hood did not keep Riku's face from being seen as he looks at Ron Stoppable with a long, silent moment. Perhaps thankfully the Wolves interject on his chagrin by trying to rip his arm off.

One slams into him, knocking him over and biting at his face, held off only barely then flung away like a furry throwrug into several other wolves. The group whimpers and goes down and Mysterious Stranger guy snaps back onto his feet. The remaining wolves start to circle, no longer so willing to bring down what to them, seemed like an easy target. "You.. might want to move."

Riku comments in a low voice as he backs up towards Ron, gesturing to disentangling himself from said parachute death trap.

Ron Stoppable has posed:
"Uhhhhh. Move. Right. Rufus!"

Upon hearing the call of his friend and master, the Naked Mole Rat pops free from the pants pocket and scurries up Ron's body, attempting to not pay attention to the nearby wolves and focuses his attention on chomping through the strings that are holding the parachute to Ron. It only takes a moment and then Ron is rolling free, scooping up Rufus along the way and putting some room between him and the Parachute of Wolves.

"Thanks, buddy." is offered to Rufus, before he turns his eyes back up to the Hooded Stranger. "Hey! I'm all clear! You can stop stabbing and start running now if you want Mr. Mysterious Hooded Figure Guy!" And as it stands, it would seem that Ron is ready to get back on his terrified escape plan. Pronto.

Riku has posed:
Apparently Mysterious Hooded Figure guy is not in a Run sort of mood. In fact, he seems to be following some sort of Take out Displaced Anger plan. Which apparently he's only at step 2 of this program of possibly 12 steps.

Step 2 being Stab More Wolves, of course.

"Come on!" and the guy actually growls back at the snarling, snapping death machines.

Scary.

He slides away from another lunge, a hand snapping out to grab the wolf by the back of the neck and slam them into the ground, stunning them while a second and third attacked from both sides. The sword evaporates from his hand as he steps back, grabbing one wolf and then the other. Two more wolves join the pile at his feet with a loud 'KLONK' that is sure to be headache inducing when they wake up. At this point, the other wolves decide 'Crap. This guy is crazy' and decide that discretion is the better part of valor.

"Really!?" Riku calls after them, seeming to not having got all of the 'make wolves into fashion able throwrugs' out of his system. He sighs, shaking his head and pushing his hood back. His voice is still a bit harsh but modulating down into 'normal conversation' and not 'Anger crazed snarl' "You okay?"

Ron Stoppable has posed:
"What? Me? Psh, I'm fine. Yeah, I deal with this kinda' thing all the time. Not a problem. Not one." Ron is rambling at the moment and Rufus is in the habit of rolling his eyes about these exact ramblings at this moment. Either way it goes, though, Ron is just going to continue his random ramblings because it's making it easier for him to not seem like he's some sort of scaredy cat. Because he's not. Honest.

"See, I was just trying to tire 'em out before I gave 'em the ol' what for, y'know?" And at this point, Ron is putting up his dukes in a horribly not-useful-at-all style and fashion. "A couple of these." Horrible shadowjabbing. "A few these!" Terrible shadowbodyblows. "And for the grand finale? One of these!" And there goes the pitiful shadowuppercut! "But since you looked like you had it under control, I just let you do your thing. No big."

Riku has posed:
Riku stares at Ron curiously as he continues to ramble. He listens politely to the duke raising, watching the terrible blows inflicted on thin air.

He just stands there and waits until Ron has eventually run himself down. There is a silence that stretches forth after that. A horrible awkward silence in which Riku just continues to stare at him incredulously.

Finally, he asks. "What are you doing out here?"

Ron Stoppable has posed:
"What am I doing out here? What are you doing out here? I'll have you know that I, Ron Stoppable, am out here on official Team Possible business. That's right, I'm here to save the world. Because that's what I do. Every moment of every day, I'm fighting the good fight, righting the wrongs of yesterday without a second thought!" Ron's speech given, he immediately takes a few steps closer to the young man that helped him and he's leaning in for a much more personal exchange of words. "On a much more important note, there's not a Bueno Nacho nearby is there?"

Riku has posed:
Blink. Blink Blink.

"I think you're a little late for that." Riku says in a very dry voice. "Or possibly a little too early. The world hasn't started ending again yet. But i think if you stay out here, your going to have a up close and personal viewpoint on the inside of a wolf. Possibly several.

Now-- what gate did you through? There aren't /that/ many portals nearby.." he looks around and then back at Ron as if wondering how he managed to survive even /this/ long.

Ron Stoppable has posed:
"Oh, Gate 7B. It was a pretty smooth flight, actually. See, I'm a frequent flyer so I tend to get that nice and comfortable seating that's between First Class and Coach. Rufus flies for free, though. Lucky Devil." Ron is not even sure of what in the world Riku is talking about. And it doesn't really seems like he cares. He's more interested in looking around and possibly trying to catch some sign of anyone or anything familiar. Hell, he'd settle for spotting Bonnie, even, at this point. "So. I'm gonna' guess that's a big N-O on the whole Bueno Nacho thing, huh? Not good. Not good at all." Cue the rumbling stomach of Ron Stoppable.

Riku has posed:
This is the point where Riku runs out of patience. The meter, not really all that full to begin with, tips over into the range of 0. TINGT. Zero. "..I see. Well then."

He nods very slowly and then lashes out a hand, sliding to the side in order to just grab Ron by the back of his backpack. He starts walking, marching really, through the briar and the creepy spooky wood while dragging that backpack behind him. "It's this way, I think." in the pleasant conversational tone that probably would be better if he wasn't dragging somebody backwards by their own backpack, he asks. "What's your name, anyways?"

Ron Stoppable has posed:
"Whoa-heyhey! Careful with the duds there, Hoody. These are my prime time mission threads, my man! They help me make saving the world look good, y'know?" Ron doesn't seem to be too bothered by the fact that he's being dragged through the woods by his backpack, because it kind of happens to him all the time. In some form or fashion. In reality, this could be considered one of Ron's most primary modes of transportation: Being Dragged.

"Stoppable. Ron Stoppable." For once, there's no Bond impression to go along with the feel of things. It would clash too heavily with being yanked and dragged.

Riku has posed:
Riku seems to not actually be all that concerned either. As is he's had to deal with cheesy morons all of his life and knows at some point, dragging has to become a thing. It continues to be a thing in fact until the forest starts to thin a little. He then lets Ron go, allowing him to get his bearings (or maybe just let the marbles roll around in his head and settle).

There is a distortion in the air, a heavy heat mirage sort of look. Riku waves a hand through, lopping off his arm temporarily and then regaining it like magic. "This. This is a portal." he explains as though to somebody armed with crayons and too much macaroni on plates with glitter. "It takes you in between places. It'll also be probably safer if your in Traverse Town and not-- saving the world, just yet. BUT--" he raises a hand. "But. Step off the path, and giant shadow creatures eat your head. Understand? Stay on the path, it'll take you to food. Leave the path, you ARE Food. "

Ron Stoppable has posed:
"Hmmm. But what /kind/ of food would I be? I mean, that is the real question here, isn't it? I mean, are we talking like burgers and fries or something a bit more on the delicious side like chocolate cake with triple chocolate fudge icing? Hmmm? Or! Do I get to choose what kind of food I'll be? That would be interesting. I'm pretty sure I'd just be a Naco. Because who wouldn't want to be a Naco, right?"

Ron only realizes more things were said when he starts imagining himself as a Naco. It takes him a few lip-licking precious minutes to recover from this foolishness and somewhat indecent thought process of himself as a Naco before he can respond to the rest, "So. Magical Portal Thingy? Got it. Just follow it and I'll get to Bueno Nacho. Excellent. Nothing could make me happier at this moment."

Riku has posed:
"Close enough." Riku decrees with a sigh. He shakes his head, and cracks a faint smile for the first time this evening although it does look a little like he's going to break his face that way. "I'm Riku, by the way. Be a little more careful where you end up, yeah? It's harder to shadowbox when the shadows actually hit back."

Ron Stoppable has posed:
"Riku, eh? Weird name. Gotta' say The Ronster's loving it. Always go for the exotic name. It works wonders for the ladies. I should know. And trust me, I do know." Ron does not even know that he's backing towards the portal at this point. "We'll meet again, I'm sure! And together, we will fight the darkness and survive the night! We will rise to the occasion and soar to victory. And then, we will celebrate, with a feast of Buenoriffic Deliciousness!"

Ron's sudden raising of his hands in victory throws him off balance and he falls backwards and right into the Portal!

Riku has posed:
Riku's slap of a palm meeting his face can be heard for probably a good distance around the gloomy landscape. It disturbs forest animals. He pulls the hood back over his face, shaking his head as he chuckles faintly under his breath. "Right."