Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34100315-20180826180401/@comment-26892768-20180827004830

On one of the islands of Alola, a woman wakes up. She's not exactly...normal. That is to say, she has gray skin, a row of spines running down her back, a metal neck, fangs, and purple eyes. She slowly gets up, absent-mindedly brushing dust off her black dress and adjusting her black and red hair, looking around as she does so.

The last thing she remembers is her beloved lord, the Skeleton King, preparing to, as he put it, bestow his thanks upon her for all her hard work and effort she put towards reviving him. And then...purple light. Excruciating, agonizing pain. The feeling of her body crumbling away...her last thoughts being heartbreak that the king she worked so hard to resurrect had cast her aside...

And then nothing.

But clearly she hadn't been killed, seeing as her body was completely intact, right? And it would make no sense for the Skeleton King to kill her after she just resurrected him, right? She put all that hard work into gathering the pieces of his soul scattered across the planet, fought off the Hyperforce on several occasions, and powered through it all to put him back together...that had to be worthy of a reward in his eyes, right?

So this must be it. Valeena looks around a bit closer, a bit...disappointed. She guesses that this is her reward - relaxation after all that hard work - but she was hoping that the Skeleton King would grant her more power so that she could be of service to him when he inevitably resumed his quest to serve the Dark Ones. Then again, considering the Skeleton King has powers of his own - ones that not even she could replicate - perhaps he considered her services...unnecessary.

That's her best guess, anyway.

Because she couldn't have been killed. Most definitely not.

But then the formerly-dead woman notices something. Sounds of a struggle...Valeena silently hovers over to the source, and sees a man in red and gold armor - unbeknownst to her, Iron Man - shooting at what appears to be a spider - unbeknownst to her, Virabot.Exe.

So this planet is inhabited? Valeena thinks for a moment...and then her face splits into a manic grin. Of course. It all makes sense now...she isn't here to relax. She's here to act as a herald. After spending so much time on Shuggazoom, her reward was to go off to other planets and conquer them in his name. That's it. That's the only logical explanation because she couldn't have been killed.

And this paradise is her first conquest...Valeena leaves the two to their fighting, hovering off. She can't waste her first impression on these two fools - she, no, the Skeleton King deserves a far grander entrance!

She takes flight, looking at the island...and sees Malie City.

Valeena grins.

Perfect.

Like some deranged banshee, Valeena dives towards the city.

Meanwhile, in said city...

A man in blue armor comes to in an alley, holding his head. "Augh...what did I do last night..."

He picks up a sword by his side - said sword, for whatever reason, having an eye in the hilt - and looks around. He sighs. "Just my luck that I end up in some random city in the middle of nowhere...seriously, what did I do last night?"

A moment after he says that, Mack glares at his sword. "Don't start."

The sword says nothing, and just stares at Mack.

Mack resumes looking around, and notices someone - a young woman with gray skin, horns, and a...black and red tortoise? Mack blinks in confusion for a second, but shrugs it off rather quickly. He's seen weirder on a regular basis.

After dusting himself off and adjusting his helmet, Mack walks over. "Excuse me, madam - do you happen to know where I am?"

Elsewhere, on Melemele Island...

A young man with brown hair wearing blue jeans and what appears to be a blue hoodie with a stylized M comes to, looking around in confusion. "What the...where are we?"

It becomes clear why he says "we" in a moment, as a small, white and blue cycloptic robot starts hovering next to the young man shortly afterwards. "Good question...I mean, normally I wouldn't be opposed to randomly waking up in the tropics, but an explanation would be appreciated!"

"Maybe...a kidnapper based in Hawaii? Or some random portal opened up in our sleep?" Max suggests.

"You keep throwing ideas out there Max; I'm going to find out where we are..." Steel activates his GPS function, trying to track down where he and Max are...and a moment later, he calls, "Max?"

"Well, that was quick. Usually it takes you a bit longer there!" Max remarks.

"Yeah, it does - and it would, if it was working! Looks like we're on our own - chances are, if the GPS is busted, so's the phone."

"Right...so the plan is?" Max asks.

Steel shrugs before merging into the sweater Max wears, and his voice is no longer projected out loud, but rather, into Max's mind. "Ask around a bit? See if the locals can help? Not like I really planned for the day when we would just randomly wake up in the tropics for no reason."