[Word has begun to spread about a tall and lanky man, striking and resplendent in his silver coat, long white mullet hair, and the black metal hammered into his left arm that covers part of his throat and face. Villagers point him out as he crosses the plains on a trusty chocobo, equally fierce of expression with an oddly bass-voiced 'WARK.' And here he comes now, riding into the town of Balicea. Some of the local folks gather, making room on the streets so as not to get in his way, but crowding close together for a better look.]
'Is that him?' 'It is!' 'Gamma Akutabi!' 'The bounty hunter, that's him for sure!'
[Ignorant of their talk (or at least seeming like he doesn't hear them), Gamma dismounts, slinging a long leg off of the saddle.]
[And he immediately gets his foot caught in the stirrup as he faceplants straight into the ground.]
'...Uh.' 'Maybe it's someone else.' 'Is he okay?'
[The chocobo sighs deeply, and starts walking in the direction of the inn, dragging the rider carelessly along the streets.]
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9. Random Encounter
[Gamma always refused to take up any other weapons offered to him, content to carry the massive wrapped bundle on his back instead. It doesn't matter how good the swords and spears are, nor does he care if they're imbued with elemental magic. He likes what he's got, thanks. At least he's not rude about it. But several people have asked what's in the bundle, which only earns a cryptic little smile from the man. If it's a citizen, he just tells them it's a secret. If it's a fellow Hero, he tells them they'll find out eventually.]
[That time is now. The zombified corpses shambling relentlessly forward are apparently threat enough that Gamma yanks off the strips of cloth, revealing an enormous and oddly designed sword. There are tiny teeth embedded all along the edge of the blade. The hell is that?]
[His gloved fingers seize a small hatch just below the sword's guard, and he yanks, showing that the metal plate attached to the handle is bound on a long chain. A motor roars hungrily, and the teeth on the sword begin to spin, blurring as he revs the engine of his weapon.]
[Chainsaw swords.Really, Kubo Tite? I mean, it's pretty badass but...]
All right, let's put these poor slobs to rest, shall we?
Gamma Akutabi | Zombie Powder
[Word has begun to spread about a tall and lanky man, striking and resplendent in his silver coat, long white
mullethair, and the black metal hammered into his left arm that covers part of his throat and face. Villagers point him out as he crosses the plains on a trusty chocobo, equally fierce of expression with an oddly bass-voiced 'WARK.' And here he comes now, riding into the town of Balicea. Some of the local folks gather, making room on the streets so as not to get in his way, but crowding close together for a better look.]'Is that him?'
'It is!'
'Gamma Akutabi!'
'The bounty hunter, that's him for sure!'
[Ignorant of their talk (or at least seeming like he doesn't hear them), Gamma dismounts, slinging a long leg off of the saddle.]
[And he immediately gets his foot caught in the stirrup as he faceplants straight into the ground.]
'...Uh.'
'Maybe it's someone else.'
'Is he okay?'
[The chocobo sighs deeply, and starts walking in the direction of the inn, dragging the rider carelessly along the streets.]
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9. Random Encounter
[Gamma always refused to take up any other weapons offered to him, content to carry the massive wrapped bundle on his back instead. It doesn't matter how good the swords and spears are, nor does he care if they're imbued with elemental magic. He likes what he's got, thanks. At least he's not rude about it. But several people have asked what's in the bundle, which only earns a cryptic little smile from the man. If it's a citizen, he just tells them it's a secret. If it's a fellow Hero, he tells them they'll find out eventually.]
[That time is now. The zombified corpses shambling relentlessly forward are apparently threat enough that Gamma yanks off the strips of cloth, revealing an enormous and oddly designed sword. There are tiny teeth embedded all along the edge of the blade. The hell is that?]
[His gloved fingers seize a small hatch just below the sword's guard, and he yanks, showing that the metal plate attached to the handle is bound on a long chain. A motor roars hungrily, and the teeth on the sword begin to spin, blurring as he revs the engine of his weapon.]
[Chainsaw swords.
Really, Kubo Tite? I mean, it's pretty badass but...]All right, let's put these poor slobs to rest, shall we?