#jackalhunt

jackalhunt​ said:

Ra just sits there, his usually sly cheerfulness not present, “You think I’ll ever just really make it out there? Be a good hunter? Find the special one and all that jazz?”

It certainly was a question to ask the goddess -- certainly something for her to think about, considering that she’d written off looking too far into their potential futures ( especially after seeing one of hundreds of those potentials during their adventure in the Aerial Garden Zone.. She really wouldn’t have ever forgiven herself if she’d failed to catch Marv even one of those fifteen different times.. ). It was for the best that she didn’t directly know. It wouldn’t be right to give some vague or cryptic answer that was meant to only hint at the truth of his future.

After all, this was a question that came from the heart -- therefore, it could only be met with an answer of the same caliber.

Anonymous said: “Soo sniper tell me,whats still driving you to treasure hunt all over?,considering all the close calls”- @jackalhunt​

He didn’t expect the ultimate question to just come out of nowhere. Yes, he was Nack Jimi Marvelous, used to answering questions on the fly to save his own neck, and yet where did this come from, and why did he always feel a twinge of pain each time he thought of them? He was the inheritor of a legacy far greater than most Mobians alive, and yet he felt trepidation in his throat just thinking of it.

Did Zero know about the Marvelous family line? Did he know about their untimely death, ripping Nack away from the family that would have welcomed him into their ranks with open arms? Did he know about their endless wandering across the planet, their search for ancient artifacts unwavering? And did he know about the heights they’d go to, the trenches they’d slink through, the prairies they’d run through, and the temples they’d study just to get closer and closer to the Mythical Kingdom: Shambhala?

Perhaps now it’d be commemorated in memory. Perhaps now was the chance to make his mission to the jackal as clear as the sun was shining.

“Y’wanna know somethin’, Ra?” Nack started, his fists on his hips and his eyes staring straight through their soul. “My name’s Nack Jimi Marvelous. If yer a treasure hunter worth ya salt, ya know that my family name carries a legacy greater than almost anythin’ ya bloody eyes’ve done seen. We did everythin’, Ra. We went on hunts you could only dream of. We fought all kinds’a guys, we fucked over thousands’a other families, we made our mark on th’ world unbeatable, and WE were th’ ones that were about to find somethin’ unthinkable.”

“Shambhala. Th’ ancient, mythical kingdom that’s been lost t’time itself.”

“An’ they were murdered for it.”

He paused as if to let it all sink in. Though he did not live through their downfall, he knew of it well. His father, Merrick, never let him forget that their right to glory had been taken from them. Such an action was unforgivable -- those who killed them had to pay -- and Nack, still looking at Zero, balled up his fists as if to confirm that this was the only mission in his life that truly ever mattered.

“I don’t care HOW long it takes, mate. I don’t care if I’ve gotta turn this entire world t’ash; I WILL succeed where they failed. I’ve already been trackin’ down th’ people that did it -- that took them away from me -- an’ I intend t’get them ALL back. Around th’ world, my family’s lost, ancient treasures that hold th’ keys t’Shambhala have been scattered. It’s my duty t’find ‘em all an’ put t’gether th’ path t’Shambhala ‘fore any other bloke thinks it’s gonna be THEIR payday. THIS is what I’ve been raised t’do ever since I was a young pup. NOBODY but a Marvelous can find Shambhala, Ra.”