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[destinedtorule]

[Ganondorf's head is pounding. There's so much white noise. So much white noise and anger and hurt pounding loud in his ears. He can't see straight and collides with the wall as his hands grip the sides of his head.

How dare the captain just give her to him and then snatch her away. How dare she be here on this boat and consort with the lowliest

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[pimp_hat]

[There isn't a whole lot that will help Kevas right now as he comes stumbling off the stairs onto his deck. He's very much drunk right now. Heavy drinking without any sort of pacing or food will do that to you. A half full tequila bottle is gripped tightly in his left hand and he takes a long swig from as he heads down the hall to his room.

Damn he misses her, a lot more than he should really. She was the only ladymon on the boat that openly found him attractive. Now she's gone. Maybe if they had more time things might have...

Kevas shakes his head and kills that train of thought. No he can't think about that. Right now all he should care about is getting to his room for some more drinking.]

[destinedtorule]

[Ganon's horn tears a hole into the wall of the hallway he's in. But when he catches sight of Kevas, the boar skids to a stop. Teeth sharp and bared. Even in that animal's mind, Ganondorf still resides. So though not fully, Kevas is recognize.

And the only thing Ganon associates with Kevas is rage. The beast howls and dashes forward, intent on impaling the troll with his horn.]

[pimp_hat]

[What in the sweet titty fuck is that!?

The sight of the creature is enough to sober him. At least enough to know that he needs to get the hell out of here which is exactly what he does. Kevas turns and takes off down the hallway in a full sprint.

Wow does this whole thing feel familiar.]

[destinedtorule]

[Ganon's long legs carry him to Kevas quickly and there's a massive clawed foot swiping at the troll's back. Not so fast, Kevas. The game's only just begun.]

[brittlenerves]

[Well this is a familiar sight, isn't it. Xanth is walking the halls (this time, just for the sake of walking) while a beast rampages through the halls. He walks down the hallway, eyes down and one hand trailing against the wall. He hears things, but the ship is rarely completely quiet. Passengers are noisy.]

[destinedtorule]

[Poor Xanth. You really should pay attention. Because barreling your way is a giant boar. Very little of what made him human remains in his beast form. So there will be no mercy. Xanth you'll be nothing but collateral damage.]

oh btw just maiming please <3

[brittlenerves]

[Oh, gods.

Xanth hears it coming just before he sees it, and instead of his legs being locked in place, he turns on his heel and runs. He doesn't know where he's going but anywhere is better than here.

But it's so much faster than he is, oh gods, no, maybe if-- he just-- there's a side hallway, maybe he'll make it in time, oh god oh god oh god--]

Yes'm

[destinedtorule]

[There's a claw swiping at Xanth's back. But if Xanth makes it into that side hallway, he's likely to be out of danger. Out of sight, out of mind after all.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Well then. Ironhide's had enough of punching bees today. He's on his way back to their room, having called his friend to announce himself while he marches. He's a bit preoccupied scrolling through the comms, checking on people - but when his sensors ping, he looks up.

... That's not normal. Despite... being on the boat and all.]

[destinedtorule]

[Ganon howls as he tears through the hall. But when he spies Ironhide, he leaps back then drops low on his haunches. The scent of the Autobot is familiar and although there's no name for the beast to recall he can sense he knows Ironhide. And he knows he doesn't like him. So what's the best course of action? Mowing him down of course!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Oh ho. So that's how it's going to be, is it? Ironhide growls back at the charging creature, setting his heavy feet against the floor. He crouches slightly, bracing himself for impact with his hands slightly extended.

His aim? To grab and throw the animal like a certain goat-boy from the same game]

[destinedtorule]

[It's how he rolls, Ironhide. Though instead of trying to lance Ironhide with his horn, the beast leaps into the air, intent on landing on him.]

[shackledpuppy]

[Danny's hungry. And Bass said to go and get food when he was hungry. The painkillers made him wobbly and fuzzy, and the cast on his arm slowed him down when it came to pretty much anything, but since Danny mostly just ate, and sat around waiting for orders, this wasn't too much of a problem.

So he wanders down the hall, stifling a yawn behind his hand as he heads towards the buffet.]

[destinedtorule]

[Ganon knows that scent. He rounds the corner and spots the boy. Down on his haunches and ready to launch an attack.]

[shackledpuppy]

[Danny hears movement, but it takes him a second to register it, and another second to turn around.

His eyes widen.

He doesn't know what or who that is, but it's terrifying and it looks angry.]

;A; why do you do dis to me?

[destinedtorule]

[Ganon snaps his jaws then launches himself at Danny. Just one bite would be enough to crush him. And maybe it'd slate his thirst.

Then again. Maybe not.]

[paranoidpatriot]

[Jet removes the stalk of ragweed from his teeth with a yawn, sagging limbs traipsing up another floor. A long day of exploration and kitchen knife pillaging leaves the sore survivor begrudgingly looking to rest. It's not as if the Earth peasant trusts the Captain's idea of staying in a designated area- only a fool stays where your captor expects- all the same, he's headed towards deck 11, when he hears it:]

[Jet's heart quickens to the speed it had thrummed when his parents died- and for much the same reason. He can feel the hairs standing on end when he turns his neck to get a better look.
There is no way a komodo-rhino exists aboard this ship... if anything, this sounds bigger.]

[destinedtorule]

[Jet, when the big demon pig thing rounds the corner where you are, you're gonna wish it was a komodo-rhino. When Ganon spots Jet, he doesn't hesitate. He leaps into the air. Seems landing on the boy is his plan.]

[paranoidpatriot]

[SPIRITS BE DAMNED WHAT IS THAT THING?!! Jet's too good to let his childhood nightmares get in the way of his bravery, so he stands to face the creature. He's lived in the forest on his own before, he knows how to grapple with the worst of the beasts- but this? What is he looking at?! It's like some colossal mutated boar-q-pine.]

[Frick if he can even hope to get out of the way- he barely had enough strength to try and punch Zu--face earlier! Of course he'll TRY to run, but the second he feels that shadow looming over him, hears that pounding stop, he knows he can't hope to dodge. As the hall turns, the rebel kicks out against the wall in a last ditch effort to get out of the collision course.]

[Jet stacks his arms and holds a kitchen knif- ...Okay, wow knife and a FORK- he needs to look better next time he thieves- utensil out vertically in either palm, hoping to use the the beast's own momentum to stab through its hands, should it go through with trying to drop on him.]

[destinedtorule]

[When the knife pierces his paws, Ganon lets out a roar of pain. He retreats momentarily, just enough to work the knife out of his paw. He rounds on Jet seconds later and charges again.]