Levi and Goldilocks, if he’s not the navi then he’ll lend you his bow!
He can provide simple heals and helpful boosts to attack and speed.
Goldilocks will switch between the three bears depending on what kind of attack Levi is doing (physical-papa bear, magic attack-mama bear, stat boosts/heals-baby bear)
So uh!!!!!! I have a new au and I wrote a bit for it and i think it turned out okay so uhhhhmmmm here it is-- sorry if this sucks i wrote it at 1 am </3
Tw for alcohol mention (nothing bad just the setting is in a bar) and violence cause- madness combat obviously-
The air was warm, almost too warm for it to be comfortable. Walking through what seemed like a raggedy old ghost town which was actually pretty busy which offered some reassurance to one of members of the newly formed crew. Sanford and Deimos looked around, gawking at everything in town. They've never been here before so everything felt so new and interesting. They . . . weren't here for a tour, though. They were headed to track down a certain someone, and Hank knew exactly where they would be.
Hank pushed open the swinging doors of the saloon as he walked in. A few customers raised their heads to look at the new faces that just came in but they shortly went back to whatever they were doing. "Huh." Deimos began. "Didn't know you were taking us out for drinks." The smoker grinned as he heard his partner laugh. Hank didn't reply though, he just walked over to the counter and sat down in front of the man handling the bar. "Well, howdy! Haven't seen you lads here before." The cowboy looked over at the three. Hank still gave no reply, just a scowl.
"Usually I don't take too kindly to strangers in my part of town, but I'm feeling generous today." He stepped over to the wall of drinks behind him. "What would you boys like?"
After a little while of sitting around at the bar the two thieves seemed a little confused. Hank had to have brought them here for a reason, right? And yet nothing has happened. Maybe he did just wanna take them out for drinks. . . . Which is unlikely. They'll find out eventually, but for now they just went back to talking amongst themselves. Hank was just sitting next to them, silently swirling around the alcohol in the glass he was holding. After a while he looked over at the cowboy. ". . . Sheriff." The man lifted his head as he heard his name. "Gee, I didn't know I was this popular." Sheriff grinned as he walked over to Hank. "What can I do for ya?"
The sheriff's question wasn't met with an answer for a few seconds, only a glare. "Cut the good guy act, will ya?" This caught the cowboy a bit off guard. "Eh??" "You have connections to the Auditor, correct?" A bit of silence. ". . . Yes, why?" "I need you to tell me where he is." The sheriff seemed taken aback. He wasn't expecting to have to talk about him of all people. "H-hold on for a second there, partner-! I can't just tell that to ya!" He frantically shook his head then stopped for a second. ". . . Unless . . ." He extended a hand towards Hank. ". . . How 'bout we make a deal." Hank cocked his head to the side. "I tell you where his majesty is for . . . A price." Hank sighed, rolling his eyes. "What do you want." "Your soul will do just fine."
Ah. So the cowboy's a deal maker. Fantastic. "I am not doing that." The sheriff scoffed. "I guess you won't get to know where he is then." This was getting on Hank's nerves. A lot. He started digging around in his bag, making sure the sheriff didn't see what he was doing. "I have so much information you'd find useful, too." The cowboy sighed. "Your loss, I suppo-" Hank shattered the glass he was holding in his hand, making sheriff jump. A few patrons turned their heads but the sound of breaking glass wasn't all that unusual in a bar setting. What was unusual though was the sudden chill everyone felt run down their spine, a sinking feeling in everyone's stomachs.
Hank leaned over the counter, grabbing the cowboy by the collar of his shirt. He pulled a knife from his bag and brought the knife close just enough so that sheriff could feel the cold metal against his neck without causing any harm yet. The cowboy yelped, trembling as he stared into Hank's goggles which swirled like a sea of void. "Listen here, you rat bastard." He growled. "You either tell me where he is or I'm slitting your throat."
