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Lawn Outside the Dorms [Sunday Afternoon]

Chuck was not a fighter, by any stretch of the imagination, and usually spent these invasions safely holed up indoors if at all possible, leaving the heroics to the people who liked swords, or could punch someone out without even trying. It was better that way.

This invasion however? He was in his element. Of course he was. It only took one restart at the dorms lobby yesterday to figure out the lay of the rules and since then he hadn't had much trouble hording coins, dodging turtle shells and jumping on toothy mushrooms.

He wasn't venturing far from the dorms, simply because he didn't need to to play at this. He'd set his sights on clearing the lawn outside the dorms entrance. Waging war on the creatures that dared to come near him here was good enough for him.

... And maybe he liked the option of running back indoors when spiky balls or turtle shells flew at his head.

Still. He was helping!

[[Open, should anyone else who can still leave the dorms want to join his ground defense.]]

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"What is going on here?!" Dolf declared, sticking his head out of the dorms a little while into it.

Chuck was a little out of breath when he ran back up the steps to the dorm doors after disposing of some meandering attacker.

"... Things got proactive." 'Things' being the little mushroomy dudes. "They seem less cute today." Maybe because they were aiming for the dorms, rather than holding to their meandering patterns of yesterday.

"...Okay," Dolf said, with the kind of stunned silence you'd expect.

He shook it off a moment later. "So what are we doing?" he asked. "Are you fighting them?"

"Sort of? I mean, this whole jumping on things doesn't really feel like fighting." Which was probably why Chuck was completely okay with the concept.

"But they go... somewhere, when you do. Which I guess is a good thing?"

Dolf frowned more deeply, took that into account, and stepped outside. "That sounds easy," he said, cautiously. "They are attacking pretty fast now."

"Yeah..." That was a little more worrying. "But all that seems to happen when you hit them wrong is you end up back in there," he noted, gesturing over his shoulder. "Annoying, and the shock is... ow. But not fatal!" Which was the important part.

Normally, Alex would either be hiding in her room or the library (don't get too shocked!) during an invasion. But for some reason, this one intrigued her. So, she decided to venture outside, wand in hand, and see what all the fuss was about.

"Why do I get the feeling I should've paid more attention to my brothers video games when I had the chance?" There was a hi in there somewhere.

"I would completely be up for bringing you to speed," Chuck offered, backing speedily up to where Alex was. "It's actually not so hard!" Surprisingly, for something so... real-life.

"I'd be grateful for that," Alex admitted, wondering what the heck was going on. "It looks kind of fun, actually."

"Kind of is." Chuck quirked a grin, and shrugged. "I mean, less so when you get hit... But other than that."

"It's mostly a case of jumping on things," he told her. "Except things with spikes on, because ow." Or he assumed ow. The one time he'd 'died' it was because he threw a shell at a wall only to have it bounce back and knock his feet out from under him. Landing on his ass in the dorm lobby was not his proudest moment.

"I'll try not to get hit then," Alex replied.

"Jumping on things. Okay, I think I can do that," she grinned, glad that it didn't seem so hard to do. She had a feeling she was going to enjoy that. "Avoid anything with spikes. You think zapping those things with lightning might take care of them?"

It was just a thought.

"I... have not tried," Chuck admitted. That was one of many skills he did not possess. "But it can't hurt, right?" It was done from a distance, so at least if something exploded it was... not near them.

"Worth trying once," Alex agreed. "You might want to stand back, just to be safe." Not to say her aim was bad, but it was better to be safe than sorry. It was a motto her dad lived by.

Pointing her wand at one of creatures with spikes, Alex sent a bolt of lightning towards it. Hopefully, the bolt did what it was supposed to and hit the thing. Otherwise, oops?

Yeah, Chuck backed away a little further, not liking the idea of being collateral damage.

"You--" Oh yeah, that was lightning, wow "... I did not know you did that. That is very cool."

"Surprise?" Alex probably should've let him in on the secret before now. "I'm a wizard in training, so I know some nifty spells for occasions such as these. Or invasions in general."

"I'm normally not an invasion kind of guy," Chuck admitted. "So, not really been around for the--" he made a zappy sort of motion towards the motionless and lightly smoking shell.

"Yeah, neither am I," Alex agreed. Especially when it meant she'd been transferred to a wasteland. Never again, thank you. "Usually, I'm in the library trying to find out what's going on, not taking on these things first hand."

"So... how do you get practice?" he wondered, peering at the once-a-spiky-turtle. That was some pretty decent aim, all things considered.

"I've got a wizard's version of the internet to research stuff," Alex explained. "And there's lots of things to learn from at the Magic Box, so I get by. Back home, my dad used to teach me. Not so much anymore," she chuckled.

"Then again, he'd probably be surprised that I'm teaching myself." Yeah, she wouldn't have done that a few years ago.

"He'd be surprised?" That seemed a little odd to him. "I mean, you seem smart... capable of, you know... figuring out how to learn something on your own."

"Thanks," Alex smiled, appreciating the compliment. "Let's just say I'm not the one normally known as an achiever in my family."

That would be Justin, all the way.

"Yeah, me neither," Chuck shared. When up next to Ellie the aspiring doctor, most things fell a little short. He could quite appreciate the feeling.

"But hey, we are still cool... Especially you with all the--" he made a sort of zappy motion at the nearest 'shroom before realising just how close it had got and scooting backwards.

"Didn't you know? Cool's my middle name," Alex joked. "Well, it's one of a few things I can do with this," she gestured with her wand.

Then again, she could some without it, too. "Those things are brave, aren't they?" She was tempted to hit it with lightning but it didn't look as threatening without spikes.

"And kind of adorable, in a weird scuttly sort of way..." he allowed, cocking his head as he watched it.

"Even with the teeth." Which looked sharp.

"It is, isn't it? Alex studied the mushroom as it moved about. "I'm imagining what it would be like if someone kept one, and it wouldn't attack them every five seconds."

Huh.

"It'd be a strange pet, for sure."

Lion-o was enjoying himself. It was kind of fun stomping on Goobmas and Koopas, and he was having fun tossing turtle shells at the Paratroopas. He hadn't even needed his sword.

The Paragoombas were rather annoying, though. He'd already been sent back to the lobby twice after getting dive-bombed. "Looks like they're getting pretty vicious today," he shouted at Chuck ~~and anyone else who was around~~.

Chuck had only a moment before had to flatten himself to the ground when something dived at him, and hadn't yet bothered to jump up again.

"And... buzzy," he agreed, shading his eyes as he looked at the sudden variety of things speeding around above them. "Wow."

"I'm not sure that they're stomp-able, either," said Lion-o, pouncing on a Koopa, then taking the empty shell and hurling it at the Paragoomba. "We didn't do anything to them. Why can't they just go back where they came from?"

"I think it's tradition at this point," Chuck answered, scrambling up and moving away from a spiny creature marching towards him. "That you have to kill a bazillion things, run the gauntlet, kill a boss and save the world... or island, I guess, before everything flips back to normal."

Lion-o jump up onto a block of floating bricks, took a running leap, and landed between Chuck and the spiny turtle. He swung the Sword of Omens in a circle, generating an invisible shield that Spiny bounced off of. "There are some traditions that some people could do without," he said.

"Yeah--" Chuck had to agree with that, as he brushed dirt off his jeans. "Thanks."

"But hey, this is better than some, right?" Less gross, less disturbing and he wasn't likely to have traumatic dreams for weeks after. It was an improvement as far as he was concerned.

"Much nicer than fighting zombies or giant spiders," said Lion-o, trying to hold the shield up as long as possible. "Less messy, too. And at least no one's getting killed, just sent back to the dorms. Still doesn't excuse them for kidnapping children."

Chuck moved fairly swiftly out the way and away from the Spiny.

"There were giant spiders?" If so, he was glad he missed that... Okay, yes, he was a massive girl when it came to certain things. This was not news.

"Years ago, back during my first summer in the cabins," said Lion-o. "I was a little bit smaller then, so maybe the spiders just looked bigger in comparison. I remember rescuing my cabin-mates from the spiders."

He looked around for anything that could be used against ol' Spiny as the shield finally faded away.

Chuck made a run off towards the nearest turtle creature to go pounce on it. They needed a weapon, right? It was weird how quickly he'd got used to using the remains of things he'd stomped on to kill other things.

"I don't think I'd be able to sleep so well after that," he shared, gingerly picking up the shell.

"It wasn't so bad," said Lion-o, cracking a smile as he stepped aside. "Of course, I still had my snarf with me back then so I got an early warning if one came at me while I slept."

Chuck only hesitated a moment before he tossed the shell at the spiky thing and watched it ping happily away.

"... Your what?"

"Picture a cross between a cat, a dog, and a babysitter," said Lion-o, nodding with approval as Spiny was taken out. "Thank goodness he decided to go back home. He would have freaked out over this."

Huh. Well, all things considered, a cat-dog-babysitter was not the weirdest thing about this island. He was talking to a guy who all but had a mane.

"Over this?" This was pretty mild, in comparison to some issues they dealt with. "Really? So how'd the spider thing go down with him?"

"He completely freaked out. There was an awful lot of screaming," said Lion-o. "Looking back, I'm amazed that he stayed with me in Fandom for as long as he did. Of course, he's always been protective of me, so he probably was worried about me getting into trouble without him around. Sorta like today," he added, eying a flying turtle and trying to decide how to bring it down.

"But you've got the whole--" There were some sword waving gestures inserted here. "Which is very awesome, by the way."

It just seemed like he was fairly capable of looking after himself.

"I grew up really quickly and I don't think anyone at home really understands that," said Lion-o. "They probably think of me as the same scrawny little kid I was before... before I came here."

No need to bring up exploding planets, especially when there was a flying Koopa coming right at him.

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