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The Mechanical-Created Luigi's Mansion stood in the Crashed Nintendoland rather ominiously, as the lights inside flickered on and off. The Entire area outside, however, Was Swamped in a Mass of Vauge, Moving motions across the entire front gate, as Behind the Fence that  seperated the Mansion from the rest of the Theme Park..



"Haaaa...h...."

The Very walking undead would stumble about, Reaching there hand through the fence idly as they awaited someone to enter the mansion...those people, Of which, Being You. However, they were behind a large array of fence, and thankfully, the Entrance to the Mansion was already open wide, and dint much cross path's with the fence enough  for them to reach and grab at you. But inside...Who knew.

The Mission: Obtain the Missing Starvia Research Data in the Top Attic Floor.

Mission Start.

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Hat Kid walked in front of the mansion attraction, a feeling of worry overtaking her. The sight of the mansion brought back unpleasant memories of being chased by an angry shadow monster. The Snatcher better have been thankful. And speaking of which, she thought, maybe she should get in touch with the Snatcher. Where he was was hard to say, but he'd probably be interested in a place like this.

Anyways, that wasn't too important. What was important was the data that they were supposed to collect. Apparently it was in the attic? Hat Kid assumed that the guy who had created the mission knew what he was talking about when he created the mission briefing. The guy was pretty knowledgeable, after all. For example, he knew who created Minecraft, so that must've meant he had good sources.

Hat Kid then realized she had let her mind trail off, and that she was still in front of the spooky mansion, with a group of zombies staring her down hungrily. Where were the others, again?

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Admitting this mansion was creepy with a side of disturbing was a trying task, but the slow moving gears inside the beastkin's head prompting the presence of danger. Fur on the back of his neck rose with the feline instincts beginning to run wild. His physiology on Li was altered, despite still being the strong, durable lion the man has always been, fitting within the laws of this planet. Back home that swarm of moaning humanoids within the fence's boundaries did not even constitute for a footstool. Here? Benny was more than capable of being turned into a trophy.

Not that he altered his ways and stopped being the barbaric, overconfident beast he was known for.

Yet he was not alone. Feline eyes rest upon a smaller, not so undead individual, with a hat much too large for her head. Reason noted there was a good chance the girl was part of the crew asked to obtain the data file. Whatever that looked like. Benny's visage beamed as he meandered towards the apparent child, his mood shifting towards a brighter future. A sense of responsibility tended to well up within him whenever he was paired with one of the younger inhabitants of the Life Sphere.

Benny squat down, paw hands resting on his knees as he grinned towards the girl. "Take it yous uuuh ... uuuh here to get the file tingy, right! I am too kid! Don't want ya to go alone and stuff, and I'm also real strong! Name's Benny!" The man's tail swished back and forth along the ground, the lion more akin to an oversized puppy than a murderous cat. The moans of the zombies, however, cause the beastkin's ears to perk up. Between both the girl's presence and the signs of danger, unease began to well up within him.

He raised a figure as to ask for a moment. Focusing back on the fence of a zombie horde, Benny's mood shifted into a swift roar, teeth bared as he glared down the undead abominations.

BENEDICTUS HP: 190/190 MP: Combat Not Started Shield: 70/70 Status: Pumped Cooldowns: None

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The two would soon catch wind of a different sound that could be heard over the gurgling moans of the walking dead. It was steady, yet slow. It was the sound of a horse's hooves on the concrete as a cloaked figure approached, gently tugging on the reigns with a gloved hand. "Woah, Roach." He muttered under his breath as the horse slowed to a stop, the hooded figure soon climbing down off the horse's back soon after. He wouldn't pay any mind to the other two heroes for the moment, instead opting to check his own equipment. The Witcher was nothing if not prepared.

These zombies appeared to be slower and groggier than the necrophages he was used to slaying, but he doubted that made them any less dangerous. Removing the cloak from his shoulders and placing it into the saddlebag, his milk white hair could be seen along with the piercing glow of his yellow eyes, the pupils almost cat-like in their appearance. The eyes of his wolf's-head medallion were glowing with a faint red light, as it often did in the presence of a monster. Whether or not it was due to the zombies or to the lion man was anyone's guess.

Geralt had to admit, while this certainly wasn't his first time working with something resembling a beastkin or a child, it definitely wasn't something he was used to. He would unstrap two sheathed swords from Roach's saddle, slinging them over his back and fastening them tightly, but not before taking out a damp rag, soaking the silver blade of his sword with necrophage oil. He'd need it to deal with these creatures. "Geralt of Rivia." He said, nodding at the two as he looked towards the gates of the dilapidated mansion. "I was lead to believe I'd be working alone." He growled, although that seemed to be the general tone of his voice rather than irritation. "You two ever face creatures like this?"

GERALT OF RIVIA
HP: 150/150
Shield: 50/50
Status: Wary
Cooldowns: None

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As Benny had stood before the Hat Kid, Bearing his teeth with a Roar to stand like the King of the Pride land against this horrible crowd of undead, the Rotting monster's would merely...Not move whatsoever, and more just try to reach even harder at the food closer to them! Not like they'd even get close enough to graze the fur on benny's arm, as they reached and growled in some collective unison...

At this point, With Hat Kid and Geralt closer, Now a Very large group of the walking dead were gathering at these gates, Closing in on mass, as the Gate's actually had begun to lean and let out a slight creak as they were being pushed on. And that creaking noise, attracted even more of the Zombies to join into the hoarde...


And then...

*SNAP!*

The Zombie Horde is Unleashed!




((The Zombie Horde acts as a Single, Massive enemy, However, it is comprised of roughly 125 Zombies, 1 HP Per Each, Making 125% HP for the whole hoarde. The Zombie Horde can not dodge any attacks, However, INT Targeting Spells and attacks that only attack one zombie, and are not targeting multiple enemies, Will only deal 1% HP Damage to the Horde! However, If you can write your attack at Hitting multiple targets, it will count as a AOE.))

And, Of course, with Benny being the front lines for the Horde...He would be the first to start getting Bites and Claws his way!

(Benny! The Zombie Horde Attacks you in a flurry of bites and Claws! Roll a 13 in DEX To avoid, or take 20% Damage!)

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"Hi, Benny! Name's Hat Kid. Don't worry, I'm sure the two of us can get the file if we stick together." Hat Kid greeted her first companion, Benedictus, with confidence. The guy looked like he could handle hand-to-hand combat no problem, and that made Hat Kid optimistic regarding their chances of success.

The third member of their little party arrived soon after, and they were in luck, because this one seemed like a hardcore monster slayer. This was Hat Kid's own observation, based off of the figure's equipment and stoic attitude regarding the prospect of finding oneself knee-deep in the dead.

"Hey there, Gerald. No, I don't really fight a lot of zombies. I've fought big, burly men before, though, so I bet that fighting zombies will be kinda like that." Hat Kid greeted her second companion, Geralt (or, as she heard it, Gerald), with a similar level of confidence as she had greeted Benny. They could take on these zombies no problem. At least, that's what she thought.

That hypothesis would be tested very soon, because as soon as they all got acquainted, the bars keeping the zombies from attacking them gave way, and a giant horde began approaching them.

"Oh, no! Watch out for those Eaters," Hat Kid warned, pointing at them for good measure. These particular zombies were called Eaters, right? Hat Kid could swear she heard someone call them that before.

Hat Kid took initiative by pulling out a potion bottle and shaking it a bit. She threw the bottle into the center of the crowd of Eaters, trying to hit as many as possible.

Hat Kid has used Brewing Hat to attack the Zombie Horde

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Hat Kid wasn't done yet. The Eaters were crowding around her partner Benny, and attacking him with their bare hands and mouths. Hat Kid panicked, and attempted to swat as many Eaters as she could away from him, making wide cleaving attacks with her umbrella.

Hat Kid is trying to use her next combat action to attack with an Umbrella Smack AOE

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p_1d20+2
p_1d20+2(Checking for Crits)

She then attempted to blast away any Eaters not already downed with her umbrella's Beam Attack, which she fired into the crowd.

Hat Kid is using Beam Attack as an AOE

p_1d20+1(Checking for Crit)

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Hat Kid
HP: 150/150
Cooldowns:
Beam Attack: 2
Brewing Hat: 2

1d20+2·1d20+2·1d20+2·1d20+2·1d20+1

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Cute kid. All the more reason to be more terrifying and more deadly than these moaning creeps. Standing to his full height, Benny reared his hand back to punch one of these suckers in the rotting skull. While his body leaned back, rolling his shoulder to go with the comedic approach to a jab, his ear flicked at the sounds of horseback. In a swift motion, the man pivoting on one foot to face the newcomer. A human, one who was actual, not rotting flesh. If the beastkin garnered anything from his years taking jobs, the other man was a prime mercenary ready for combat.

"Really? I don't tink it said anything about bein' alone in taaa ta ta ... what was it, oh yeah, description!" Geralt had that tone, one none too happy with their circumstance, but so far he was not the 'get out of my way' type. Or at least, not through words. "Eeeeh fought a few undead stuff back home. Supposedly ta real big bounties involve fightin' a lich, but I never got ta see one." Benny's wide, toothy grin exposed itself, his amicable disposition a far cry from his intense mass and sizable frame. Perhaps they had a chance to get along.

Until the gate crashed behind him, Hat Kid crying out at the zombies' escape!

GzFC8kLrp_1d20-1 (Benny failed to dodge the zombies!)

The lion snarled, the sudden assault of the zombies clawing and thrashing at his tough body. While several scratches and marks encompassed the musclebound beastkin, it seemed that was far from enough to strike the brawler down. "GRRAAAAH YOU GUYS TINK YOU CAN TAKE ME! COME ON YA DASTARDS!" Rearing his arms back, the lion swung his body, massive arms outstretched, spiraling around akin to a living tornado! A double lariat of sheer pain, perhaps honoring a couple famous wrestlers of other lands.

p_1d20+4 (Spartan Lariat, No Crit, hits up to 3 targets so AoE due to wild swing around him! 16% Damage, 40% STUN chance if applicable)

But he was not done. Channeling mass amounts of magic towards his arms, he surged forward and clothes lined another group of zombies!

p_1d20+1 (Feral Brutality, -3 Penalty version, No Crit, 28% Damage)

And again!

p_1d20+1 (Same as previous, No Crit, 28% Damage)

BENEDICTUS HP: 170/190 MP: 2/4 Shield: 70/70 Status: Pumped Cooldowns: (Spartan Lariat, 2 Turns)

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Geralt huffed internally at the confidence of this small child, although he was a bit relieved upon hearing that the lion creature had fought similar monsters before. The Witcher for now was content in that he didn't seem to have to carry these two through the battle, as he would with cowering peasent-folk attempting to stab a Leshen with a pitchfork. Not that he underestimated pitchforks. After all, he had been completely impaled by one before, but that was a story for another day.

Geralt watched as the mob drew closer, his silver sword at the ready as leered at the undead hoard with his piercing yellow gaze. The best way to fight a mob like this was to get in close while also keeping your distance. Getting your hits in without leaving yourself in their range to attack. Spinning on his heels, Geralt would lung forward, twirling in place as he lashed at a zombie, aiming to whittle their numbers down little by little.

Silver Sword Combo
Ypz7PIRVp_1d20+3 = 17 (No Crit, 1% Damage due to hitting a single target)

Realizing quickly that tactfulness and precision might not be enough to route this hoard of approaching dead, The Witcher quickly backed up a few paces from the encroaching horde, looking to his two allies. "Stand back!" He barked, holding out his free hand and drawing what looked to be a glowing symbol in the air in front of him. Once it was complete, he thrust his palm forward, a large burst of fire springing out from his hand, engulfing the hoard! 

Witcher's Sign: Igni
p_1d20+1 = 2 (No Crit, 25% Damage to the Horde w/10% Chance to inflict Burning)
(However, this is a critical miss, so I doubt it'll hit anything)

Geralt of Rivia
HP: 150/150
Shield: 50/50
Status: Wary
Cooldowns: Igni (2 Turns)

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(Due to everyone's collective attacks, You all dealt a collective 157 Damage to the horde, Effectively defeating them!)

Disregarding the vicious clawing that Benny received earlier, The Team had actually managed to make it out pretty well from that horde of monsters, as Benny's String Lariat had actually sent a massive array of Zombie's flying through the air and into the wooden front door of this Mansion, Smashing through and leading inside to the Foyer, As Geralt's Agni, Igniting the Zombie's like a collective Bonfire...

The Battle, was Won!






Inside the Foyer, However, There was a Direct path of Three rooms, or Path's the team could consider going through...

The Enterance to the Living Room, On Ground floor, was directly ahead of them.

A Path to the left wing at the top of the stairs.

And a Path to the Right Wing at the top of the stairs.

The Massive door at the top of the stairs, however, Once Inspected, Revealed it had a Lock. The Lock had Three Key Holes, Meaning it needed three Key's. The Lock itself seemed to be reinforced in a tight metal, Possibly what the rest of Nintendo land had been made of, As well as the door before them, If tapped, let out a metallic  'Dong' noise, As to symbolize it was not as Wooden and Flimsy as one may think...What an odd design. Regardless, It seemed that this wouldn't be the way to the roof, where the Data Otacon needed was...


...The Door Slams shut behind you. Due to Faulty Electrics, certainly.

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The trio made quick work of the Eaters indeed. Through Benny's impromptu wrestling skills and Geralt's fire magic, the Eaters that Hat Kid hadn't touched were tossed aside, as well as forward. The latter caused the door to the mansion's entrance to open. Pretty convenient, honestly.

"Nice work, you two! Those Eaters never stood a chance!" Hat Kid cheered on her companions for a job well done. All that was left to do now...was enter the mansion.

It was nice enough inside the foyer, with some nice furniture and lighting provided by a chandelier. It looked cozy, even if it was just supposed to be some sort of horror attraction. Speaking of, though...wait, that's another mission. Nevermind.

Hat Kid inspected the doors leading further inside. They seemed unlocked, save for one. That one was the large one up the stairs. Hat Kid tapped the lock with her umbrella, and found it to be made from a hard metal. Breaking it seemed like more trouble than it would be worth.

"Okay...," Hat Kid began. "Looks like we'll have to find the key. Hmm...how about that door to the left?"

Hat Kid didn't see herself as being an infallible leader, but she knew if they were to proceed through the mansion and get the files, they'd have to start somewhere. The left door seemed as good an option as any...or was the bigger door a better idea? They could check it after if they needed to, right?