Yeah, we're fucking lost as all hell, at least I've taught Zendaya some sign language. She actually seemed to enjoy the fact someone likely isn't hurting her to teach her. I've in turn gotten better at learning growling purr talk due to LOTS of guessing. As we walked along the coast, though, we met a lot of fucked up creatures. Like giant crabs who spit acidic water and bubbles, note they hate rocket launchers and .50 cal snipers as they break their armor. The Fucking pricks deserved it though, they spit acid through my chest and that HURT and was weird to watch heal and my clothes and armor repair itself.
However, the first people we met were fucking bandits… They didn't have a good time when one mentioned having "fun" with Zendaya even though she's a monster. Guess she's been raped before or something similar in the past because her reaction was instantaneous. One trying to flee with a missing arm though didn't get far before I shot him dead with my M16. Looting them, I collected some gold looking coins and other things like a weird prismatic triangle thing. One even had orange juice on them, random but not that weird. I mean, I've klepted a dildo off an insurgent before, so orange juice isn't that weird.
After collecting a lot of local currency, which seemed to mysteriously fit into one of my chest rigging pouches. Their weapons, armor, and clothing, even harvesting parts of their corpses for food and bait, we moved on. Needless to say, we were lost a little longer until we found a… beach resort? Thankfully, riding on Zendaya's head stopped people from at least attacking. They still ran and screamed like little bitches, but no one attacked us yet.
Walking in through the resort area towards the road, I briefly caught a glimpse of a map. Seeing the map, my goggles registered it and created a three-dimensional replica in the bottom-left corner of my vision. Trudging on through the area, we eventually looked to be on a main road. Though I've basically been just accepting the short, cat, bunny, human look-alike, elf, dragon, and other Human looking resident's as a thing to get used to.
Also, fuck Lady Bugs, they're assholes.
Although, when I saw the most popular bird of a certain series, I farted. Zendaya didn't like feeling my "oh shit I'm here" fart, but I'm looking at a fuckin Chocobo. A CHOCOBO! Fuck, that means I'm in a Final Fantasy universe. Just which one? Eh, I got no fucking clue, I just know I'm essentially in danger twenty-four seven now. Can a rocket launcher kill a god? Probably could, given there is magical bullshit. I hope, at least they should because if my magic bullshitery doesn't affect damage, then I'll request a refund on life. Because I sure as fuck will say fuck you to a god with rockets and bullets to the face, as fuck that shit I want no part in cults.
People looked at us strangely as we walked along the road, but we did manage to sell our loot. For thirty-nine thousand Gil, meaning we now had three hundred thousand Gil on us. Would've been four thousand extra, but I bought a book all about this place. So I learned there are Hyur's essentially Humans, Miqo'te are Neko people, Elezen are Elven people, Roegadyn are the Hulk, but Human sized, Lalafell are midgets, Au Ra are dragon people, Viera are bunny people, and Hrothgar are full-blown walking lions.
With those, I figured out sorta where I am, I'm guessing FFXIV or something. Tapping on Zendaya's head, we came to a stop beside a black Chocobo that had been mauled to death. Hopping down from her head, I circled the corpse, studying it carefully, until I noticed its stomach was abnormally bulging. Humming in thought, I reached out, feeling the stomach up when the bird twitched. Its head turning to see me, one eye hanging out of its socket limply.
It cooed weakly at me, seeing it still ALIVE, and I'm guessing pregnant my body moved on its own. My hand rested on its flank, with golden white light erupting from it and covering the big bird. Its wounds seemed to come alive as they mended, as if flesh worms were fighting. Feathers regrow in bald spots with talons mending themselves and the only good eye regained life to it. The limp one was rotting so it ended up cut off as a white golden eye patch covered the eye socket.
Everything else internal I could feel and just tell they were healing quickly. The bump in the stomach IS an egg, and whatever healing I was doing worked on it as well. A heartbeat that was once faint grew stronger and healthier. Pulling my hand away after an hour, I felt dizzy, yet a smile crept onto my lips. Almost falling onto my ass, I was stopped by Zendaya's muzzle pressing flatly against my back. The Chocobo stood up slowly and trembled a bit before ruffling its feathers and crying out loudly.
Its sole eye locked onto me, then the big avian shoved its head into my chest. Nuzzling me rather enthusiastically with her black feathers shaking and ruffling, in obvious happiness and fading fear. Chuckling a weak, muted laugh, I watched as the bird helped get me back onto Zendaya's head. Seeing me safely into my seat, the avian motions with her head to follow her. Seeing no reason not to follow the big avian horse, Zendaya lumbered after her. As she likely had somewhere to sleep away from predators before she got ambushed and her would be killer or killers were scared off.
She ended up leading us to an abandoned shack house in the woods just off the beaten path. Just that it had a hole big enough for Zendaya to fit through means that its occupants likely met a dark end. Taking up what used to be the living room, Zendaya laid down so our bird friend could get me off her. As yeah, have never done magic and doing it for the first time ever fuckin has made me feel weak. Laying myself up against Zendaya's side, I watched in morbid fascination as the Chocobo started a fire using its talons after breaking an old table.
Guess we're camping out here tonight with a new companion joining us.