[Game] Lord Windos' PokeRole Adventure: Celadon City Vandel

[Lord Windos]

With this worlds Arial then looks a bit confuse how to talk with the T.P.K.

"So....how do I communicate with the gun?" Then Arial say something who came from his head to the gun. "So uh, miss or mister gun? Can I talk with you? Or perhaps give me any signal you have a mind in your own?"

Then a silence. Arial feel like a madman talking to a gun.

At first, the T.P.K. does nothing notable in particular at all, and you begin to believe that you are even more mad that you claimed to Reiner. After all, whoever heard of a talking, sentient gun that could literally melt your mind beyond all comprehension? 'Well, you did just now, as hard as it is to believe,' you thought...wait, you didn't think that! Wait, did you? No, no, you didn't! Where in the hell did that brief notion come from?! Once that realization set in, the Psychic Cursed Arm started to levitate off the table, and floated towards you at a fairly brisk pace for a gun! You suddenly felt you dominant hand spasm for a bit, before it sbolted out and grabbed the but of the T.P.K. against your volition!

Instantly, you felts an odd, bizaare, and downright abstract presence in you shattered mind, combing over every aspect of your being mired mental mess that would have deterred most Psychics or Telepaths with ease. You were completely paralyzed in place as it conducted this invasive process, examining your background, mentality, SOUL, and all your inner qualities to see if you were suited for the job of being its Wielder. Not just every basket case or demented fool had the right or ability to use it properly, so it wanted to see if you were up to snuff in its mind's eye, and not yet another unworthy person that couldn't even handle its basic function. Don't get it wrong, it enjoyed the crazed yandere antic and passonate love of his previous Wielders, but someone that get more than minor use out of it on a day to day basis would be nice as well!

After what seemed ages, you felt the gun stop probing your mind and SOUL for whatever it was looking for, and it was still for a moment as it contemplated what it learned. Then, without much ceremony or prompt, 'you' though 'Ok, you are hired,' and regained complete control of your body. The arm that was being held by the T.P.K. dropped to the table with a *Thud!*, though you hardly felt it due to your high tolerance and love for Pain. You stared at the Cursed Arm, and you knew that you were its rightful Wielder now. Now you are responsible for one of the deadliest weapons that was ever crafted by human hands, and knew deep down that nothing would ever be the same for you again. Time to see if you have what it takes to survive your new found Title, Arial.