*Back deep within the more isolated confines of Grasslands, a battle to the death was taking place. Jaan was almost successful in killing his entire former adventurer party upon ravil transformation. A major slip up came, and now one of the humans, Locke, had given up his hunanity to transform as well. Rivaling, to surpassing the rabbit-monster.*

*Outside observers had stepped in, concluding Jaan's trial. The leader, King, now must eliminate this red flower-powered Locke, before the substance completely transforms the human into a deadly warrior.*

*Elite ravils carry the former mimiga, Jaan, to safety, watching on the sidelines, by order of King.*

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*Locke gave into his fury. Seeing a mimiga reminded him too much of the traitor Jaan. However this battle was not in his favor. What was bloodlust, started becoming concern for his own safety. Missing every shot. The scarred mimiga continues to bludgeon him with hard kicks, and the hilt of the sword. Bruises forming all around the veteran great swordsman.*

*Locke spat on the ground, blood. Eyes wide, crazy, almost out of breath. King hops back twice.*

Locke: "Hgh.... How?!"

King: "So are you giving up then?"

Locke: "No! I've killed a Red Ogre all by myself, I've beat Jaan at his ravil form... What the hell is this?"

King: "Yes, I saw. I was impressed, but that is exactly the problem here. I have to kill you before the red flower was able to turn you completely."

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Locke: "Picking on the weak, you're all freaking scum."

King: "That's rich, coming from a guy who said he wanted to cull all mimiga. Be mad at ravils. I haven't even cut you yet, and you're faltering like wet paper."

Locke: "Then I can start with YOU FIRS-"

*Locke drew his sword with both hands, swinging to decapitate King. Except when his blade connects with King's sword, it was but a lame, weak punt. Locke's hand started shaking, dropping his weapon. Seeing darkness all around him, the scenery warp. Nausea. Chronic left arm pain, followed by chest aches. Locke curled forward, shaking.*

King: "-Or, at least til you experience what the scientists call 'burnout.' Figures."

Locke: "M-my heart. It's, urgh, can't breathe right... Why?! What'd you do?!? More cheap tricks?"

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*King puts his blade away, and starts stepping back from the human balled upon the floor. Fixing his purple cloak and collar.*

King: "Figures. Human bodies aren't naturally accustomed to using red flowers raw. You're experiencing what is known as a heart attack."

*Already, he is pacing towards Jaan. The man on the floor crawls along towards King, clenching his teeth.*

Locke: "C-c-come back here and finish this, you stupid, bug-eyed, little rabbit-"

*Locke was now staring at King's back. The 2 swords holstered to it in an X formation. King raises his hand, gesturing to his squadron. "Everyone can continue." Locke coughs, covering his mouth, smelling iron. Three white ravils of various size quietly walk towards Locke in all directions. In no rush. They block out the sight of King. Only able to stare at their robes and feet. The beasts crouch down towards Locke...*

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*Jaan was on the floor, chest expanding, taking all the deep breathes he needed. The orange ravil slouched his head up. King now stands near chest to chest. The ravil locks with the mimiga, starting to feel nervous.*

King: "The ceremonial antique watch, now."

*Jaan nervously reaches into his front chest pocket, pulling the brass clock. His huge hand placing it gently into the smaller mimiga hand. King immediately puts it into his cloak. Putting his arm forward towards Jaan.*

King: "... Welcome aboard."

*He helps pull Jaan up, who was frowning. Gradually, he became ever more thankful, grinning. But looking at where Locke was, his entire body was obscured by the 3 fluffy monster masses. Lots of munching and huffing.*

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King: "Feel sorry for his friends, not him... Now lets put you in proper red elite attire."

*King then gives a downward nose slap to Jaan, causing the orange warrior to cover his face.*
Jaan: "Oww."

King: "You were supposed to make your choice OF FLOWER, DURING your pre-trial selection. Not right when the timer rings out. Now you know why it's dangerous to keep spare red flowers around... Lets get you fixed and cleaned up."

Jaan: "Th-thanks, First Commander King."
King: "-Just call me King."

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*... Literally nothing was left of Locke where he was. Not even bone. Only his great sword remained...*

*The giant crying ravil was first to run and hug Jaan.*
Weepil: "Jaan brother! Am sorry for leaving you in home all by yourself! I did what I had to do. I was so worried, little brother! I thought he was going to kill you! I cried during your entire trial!"

*The singing ravil next walked forth next to them. Wiping its mouth clean using its own fancy uniform.*
Opravil: "Bah. Your big brother cried while he eviscerated his trial party friends... We're glad you too could follow in your family footsteps. Together, at last."

*The last to come, the tallest, although not biggest, ravil came. Dusting their slender body and putting their torch away. Speaking in a hoarse, female voice.*
Firevul: "I apologize too, yet so proud. I did my best as a mother. Sometimes you need to be pushed into the deep end and let your survival instincts take over. Now come here Jaan, let me remove those little wounds of yours."

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*The firevul reached towards Jaan, giving a small kiss to his cuts. Red aura flowed from the firevul into Jaan, sealing up the cuts. Eventually Jaan looked fairly in good health again. She reached into her pocket, munching red pedals to replenish her reserves.*

Firevul: "Lets return back."

Jaan: "Hey, everyone? While I have completed my trial... Is it strange, that I'd feel ready to do that all over again?~"

King: "That's in your nature. All ravils do. You'll get used to it from what I heard."

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*The group was ninja hopping their way to the exit, intent on leaving the grasslands. They all continued except for the firevul. She stopped on a dime, finger claw to chin.*

Firevul: "Hmmm. I wonder where that last human went."

*A lone survivor recovered inside the tree log. Gripping his short sword, cautiously waiting for Locke to return. He hears heavy footsteps landing outside. "Locke! Is that you?" The footsteps didn't sound to be clanky. "Locke maybe lost his boots?"*

*Peaking inside the hole, it was the firevul, she gave a warm smile (no pun intended). The survivor's heart dropped. Instinctively he charged with his blade to joust her. And with equal prowess, the firevul drew its torch. Incinerating and melting the blade.*

*The man yells, pulled out of the log, and being held tightly off the ground by the ravil's grip.*

Survivor: "Somebody, help!"
Firevul: "You poor thing. I ought to fix you."

*Giving the same kiss to the man's injuries, causing the bruises to disappear. The human's rapid panicked breathing, settled. Calmed. Confused, the man checked his sights.*

Survivor: "Uhhh, th, thanks? I, I need to, find help."
Firevul: "It's all better now... You're coming with us!"
*His entire body became ghostly white. Punching and kicking at the firevul. All in vain. Even against the physically weakest ravil, the human stood no chance struggling. Held with a tough grip all the way back to base...*


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*A couple more hours have elapsed. The ravil Jackal returned to The Capital. Meeting King Midas. Happy to see him, the leader congratulates the Second Command personally.*

King Midas: "Jack, Jackal. I wish we had 3 of your kind. It's so difficult to aquire Rambuul brand ravils like you around here. Maybe, maybe you can take a few more humans, perform a round trip around the island for me? We may get lucky~"
"These incompetent morons... A damn mimiga, Jack of all people did more to help me today than anyone else. Then you, finally, someone I can depend on, Jackal... *Sigh* Gee, here comes my least favorite part."

*Arms behind his back, back straight.*
Jackal: "Sir."

King Midas: "Your services will always be a treat around here.... but I need the regular Jack."

*The ravil king takes out a pez looking dispenser. Dropping out a large, blue pull. Placing it in Jackal's teeth. Chewing the pill, the substance flows within Jackal's body. He suddenly reverts to his original form. Jack collapses onto the ground, groaning.*

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Jack: "Owwwch. Man that sucks, please I hope to never become a rambuul again."

King Midas: "Most humans have been accounted for. Except for 3. You did tell me that journalist died, jumping off the cliff to the Sand Zone. I wanted him personally; whatever, justice served."
"Return to your duties, and take a break. Get me my next group of tourists by next schedule."

*Answering in a shy, hushed tone.*
Jack: "Yes, sir."

*The mimiga Jack fixed his greed jacket, buttoning it closed. Walking back to the airport, he saw the palace was in a mess. Bullet holes throughout the walls. Dozens of dead ravil guards, along with dead drolls, litter the hallways. Light fixtures were creaking during their swings. Casings covered the floor. Air reeked of gunpowder. The whole place looked like it was turned into an arcade shooting gallery.*

*It was sunset outside. Jack boarded his plane, activating the engine. Beginning to take said cargo to an undisclosed destination. Taking off into the sunset.*

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Jack: "What the hell was up with that group anyways? Getting humans of this caliber, I'd think SurfaceGov was trying to kill us... Least it's over."

*Reclining in his chair, he put both hands in his lap. The sound of crates sliding is heard. Jack heard the familiar 2 clicks of a revolver and a shotgun. Jack slowly opens his eyes, not reacting much. Just feeling inconvenient.*

Carl: "Take this plane back to the North East Continent."
Klein: "Reach for anything and we will shoot."
Jack: "..."
Klein: "Are you listening?! You freakish monster?! You realize the odds are completely stacked against you!"

*Aggressively turning around, angry, standing on his pilot seat, hands gripping the head rest.*
Jack: "I HEARD you, I heard you!"

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*Changing course, Jack felt no danger at the 2 fugitives despite the fact they're threatening him. By some miracle, they surpassed all odds, both humans certain they're come free. Jack does what they say, turning the plane towards an alternative destination. Klein celebrates escaping metaphorical hell, adjusting his officer hat. Carl breathes a sigh of relief, but keeps his revolver at Jack.*

Klein: "Finally we're going home!"
Jack: "Course you are. While it, maybe we can pass the time with another story?"
Carl: "We are sick of your stories, dude. You delivered us to would-be death. Keep your mouth shut."

Klein: "Hiugh... I feel funny, my head. Got any medicine around here?"
Carl: "What wrong, I'm... ouch."

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*Before either of them knew it, they felt a terrible shock. Falling behind, they hit the ground of the plane. Feeling, shorter, weaker... Klein looked at his hand, it wasn't skin anymore, it was white fur. Carl found that his clothes hardly fit. They'd crawl their way up, but Jack reacted by grabbing the steering wheel. Making the plane fly up at a 45 degree angle, forcing the mimiga-turned Carl and Klein against the back of the plane. The engine giving a sharp, boasting "Whrrrrrrrr."*

Jack: "There's your synopsis. I was going to explain it but you all decided to be sour. You were never in control. Welcome to stage 3, Curse of the Lotus, baby."

Klein: "Slick weasel!"

*Carl and Klein groaned, cursing at the pilot, both doing their best to reach for their guns to shoot Jack. This, was all routine for Jack. "Stowaway protocol, pilot's manual." Jack hurridly opened the glove compartment, taking out a cartrage loaded tranquilizer pistol. Feeding it the red darts. He shot Carl, then Klein.*

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Carl: "Wergh!"
Klein: "Ayyh! What is this stuff, it burns!"

*Jack straightens the plane back to its original angle. The stowaway turned mimigas, had their ravil-ism underway. One kaboom after another. The weight making the plane sag backwards briefly. When Jack turned around, he saw 2 big miltary ravils behind him. Rambuuls. Klein's officer hat had remained fastened to his head. While Carl sat down, dumbfounded and confused. His dog tags dangling around their necks.*

Jack: "Congratulations, you actually turned into one of the better looking ravils. Just like me."
Carl: "... Why are we leaving home?"
Klein: "Yeah, wouldn't we get in big trouble with the king?"

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*The plane made a U-Turn, landing on Lotus Island early. Escorting the giant mimiga monsters into the palace. Knocking on the king's bedroom.*

Jack: "Hey, I found both of the unaccounted humans. And your new, rambuuls. Midas..."

King Midas: "Why'd you wake me up this is!... Oh, perfect! You are full of surpsies!"

*The golden king picks Jack off the floor, kissing him on the forehead. Causing a sharp annoyed yelp with a cringe.*
Jack: "Aygh!"