The Band meet up with one of the Five Stars and his devoted defender.
Tag: Comedy
The Facultkin Band: Entry 9
The Band reached their next destination and find that their future acquisition will be rather complex.
The Facultkin Band: Entry 8
Olive and Thumbelina reached the top and not only face Beethoven but also her ally.
The Facultkin Band: Entry 7
Olive and her new friend traverse a dark and stormy landscape and meet up with an old acquaintance of Thumbelina.
The Facultkin Band: Entry 6
The Band meet up with Woofer and HA’s foe from the past and she has an ultimatum for them all.
The Facultkin Band: Entry 5
The Facultkin Band face off against Hiro and his Plus and Minus powers.
The Facultkin Band: Entry 4
Olive wrote about her team’s first biggest hurdle and she learned the fate of her father.
The Facultkin Band: Entry 3
Just when I thought we would reach our destination again, something else pulled me out of my path. Chef Mariloft and I were dragged to another world, a barren wasteland. The temperature was awful. It felt like an oven, but then something came out of the shadows of a cave, a giant boy. To be more accurate 10 feet tall, but he was huge. In his hand was a speaker with hands, feet, and a mic for a head. They introduced themselves as Woofer and HA. Woofer came from a dystopian world filled with groups who were at war with each other. He soon hooked up with his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, Beethoven (Bey for short). Together with their sound-based abilities, they decimated every team until they remained. To the victor goes the spoils; Woofer rummaged through a lab that once belonged to a bunch of sci-fi nerds. He found a makeshift dimensional teleporter and used it to escape because Bey can be a bit much, and her love is almost borderline abusive. He only got with her because she was strong, but now he has the means to escape his world and her.
HA was a Rephaite who believed in a guy named Jesus Christ. Anyway, HA lived most of his days moving earth and cars from one place to another. One day, He met Woofer, and after their meeting, Bey showed up. The two fought her and were nearly wiped out until they realized that together they made a destructive force strong enough to defeat her and destroyed half the city they were in. HA was charged an enormous bill that most likely lasted the end of his life. Woofer gave him a solution, join him, and he wouldn’t have to pay because he would be in another world. HA agreed and left his world behind with Woofer until his dimensional device broke.
Woofer jury-rigged it into a dimensional beacon that would draw anything traveling through to their location. They wanted Tempus. HA interjected the idea of stealing, but Woofer convinced him they would die if they stayed in this radioactive world. So, we fought. I took on Woofer, and Mariloft, unfortunately, went against HA. Woofer was not just a speaker-man. He was a speaker factory because he had the power to make them out of nowhere. Then he just threw them at me. Prophet had my back, literally. They would grab my backside and yank me around to avoid the projectiles. Mariloft was running around, avoiding HA’s reach. Woofer yelled out to his partner to give him a little laugh right at him. I did not understand until I saw it. Ha laughed, and it manifested as a ball of amorphous energy. It almost looked like it was giggling to itself. Woofer wanted to get hit by that. When it got to him, it vanished. Prop tried to move me, but it was too late. We were struck by that laugh attack from all around us through the speakers thrown at us.
Woofer laughed at us. Because of his hairdo (the mic), he could absorb any sound and transfer it to not just his speaker-body but to all his speakers. HA’s attack, in essence, was sound manifested into power and thus can be used. This was the power that could topple a city. HA sent a few more laughs flying at Woofer. I was not happy with that. Prop was also concerned because their predictions don’t work well with such an attack. We tried to get out of the way of all the speakers, but Woofer threw one right in front of us as his partner’s attack hit him. We were blown back to the other speaker and received more attacks. Prop blocked most of them, but we were devastated. Woofer told us to give up. He and his partner had survived this wasteland for a few days and faced off against Radscorpions, bandits, and even a Deathclaw. Their desperation to get out was what fueled their ferocity.
Prop thought about something when They got up. If HA doesn’t laugh, Woofer would be just a nuisance. He told Mariloft to wipe up HA something delicious, and she scooped up some dirt. After a glance, Mariloft launched the patch of earth into HA’s face. The big guy wiped his face, and then he tasted it. HA was smiling with a huge grin, and Mariloft pointed towards the ground she was standing. HA immediately started munching on dirt. My resourceful chef gave me the thumbs up that she got this covered. Woofer was frustrated but said he did not need an idiot to beat us. Woofer sent more speakers our way, but Prop walked over, avoiding all of them. Woofer could not believe this was happening. Prop grabbed the speaker just created to attack with and beat him over the head with it. This battle was over. Like with Mariloft, Prop wanted to leave these two behind, but I thought we needed their fighting prowess since we only won with Mariloft’s help. Prop once again agreed with my decision and stated he would no longer question her choice in teammates until his future sight abilities improve. We brought HA and Woofer along, and they were both grateful, mostly HA. With no more distractions, we made it to our destination. I am ready to know what happened to my father.
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The Facultkin Band: Entry 2
I was about to reach my destination before something crashed into me. It was a girl, a girl in a weird monster costume. I woke up on a tropical island next to the monster costume girl, still unconscious. Prophet appeared and thought we should keep going and leave the girl behind. I couldn’t do that before I heard some rustling noise from nearby bushes. Then human-sized cats appeared. I quickly remembered reading this in my father’s journal. I ordered Prophet to carry the girl as we tried to run. We were on that strange island after dad got that blood transfusion from Yharnam. He was sent to this island and dealt with all matters of monstrosities. Before we got far, I tripped over a blunderbuss in the sand. The feline beast would have gotten me if Prop didn’t drop the girl and shot at them with the absurd gun. It managed to scare them off and gave them some time to rest. I am not good at running, jumping, and most things except breathing.
We found a covered with vines and hid there. After about another hour, the girl in the monster costume woke and introduced herself as Chef (Angelia) Mariloft. She once worked at a restaurant in a mythical creature zoo, and the outfit was her uniform for the visitors. She was a competent cook but knew she could become something more. With a whole zoo of exotic and mystical ingredients, Mariloft could make something truly delicious. So, she gathered some elements she needed and started cooking. The combination of many magical sources caused a messy explosion, and Mariloft’s dish was all over her. She tasted the goop, and she found it extremely tasty. She almost liked the floor. The next day, she noticed a unique air to her now. Everything that she focused on became unnaturally delicious. Nothing was out of her reach, from a loaf of bread to tap water from the sink. She became a popular attraction, maybe too popular. The crowd kept coming and coming, putting a lot of stress on Mariloft until one day, her power went into overdrive. She accidentally caused everything she saw to become delicious, and the people would try to eat it: objects, plants, animals, themselves. It was a grotesque nightmare. A witch walked up to Mariloft and tossed her into a portal to stop her. Eventually, she must have hit something and then woke up with me watching her.
Prop was intrigued and horrified by her story, and I was only interested in food after listening to all the eating stuff. I asked her if she could make dirt delicious, and she picked up a clump. Mariloft looked at it and passed it to me, and I tasted it and immediately devoured it. I coughed for about 10 minutes after that. Mariloft said she could make something only delicious, not nutritious or edible, since she had nowhere to go. I invited her to join us because she was a chef, but Prop was about to deny my decision before seeing a glimpse of the future. The cat beasts found us. Prop looked at Mariloft and said to focus on the wall. She did, and then the beast started to sniff around. They soon looked at the cave’s interior and mauled it in an attempt to eat it. It caused a small cave-in and crushed him. Prop wanted to see this power firsthand, proving to be an excellent power to distract people and creatures. Mariloft also learned that things could also smell delicious. I grabbed my new friend’s hand and teleported away from this island.
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The Facultkin Band: Entry 1
Dear Journal,
After Morazzley Facultson escaped Cogoresco Empire for the second time, I, Olivulotte Cogorescai- Facultson, was born. As a baby, a cosmic entity imbued me with a prophet, Arzaarailen, but I just called him Prophet. This was I was a Second-generation Imperial Policy Operator. An Imperial Policy is an ability of paraphysical levels of strength and power. Mine is the ability to channel all my full potential into one power or skill, giving it unlimited potential to grow. I will need to be capable of stopping a major disaster of unknown proportions and having a personal entity that can see the future will keep me out of too much trouble. It was our little secret. Despite her lack of skills, grace, tact, or even feminine beauty, I grew up to be a fine young lady. Some of my relatives told me to explore like my father. They even gave me Tempus, his Meta-Teleporting Cloak, and the journal of his past exploits.
After making the cloak into a jumpsuit due to its super malleability, I was off to my first destination, New York City, or at least the one my dad and his “people,” The Facultsons, visited a lot. There I got into a bit of a conflict with Asteri. A literal god whose life The Facultsons destroyed along with their original universe. My dad was their reincarnation, and when those two met up, Asteri decked in the face. I wanted to get payback because dad was technically innocent. Long story short, Prop kept telling me it was a bad idea, Asteri and I had a heart-to-heart and got depressed for a while. Through some motivation from Prop and some snacks, I decided to meet the last person my dad mentioned in his journal, Ajimu Najimi. I didn’t want to because I read what happened to him the last time he met her. I am afraid, but that’s okay because we are Olive & Prophet, The Facultkin Band.
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