Wrestling Match in Police Station

Kazuo Nakano: I'm Kazuo “Aderans” Nakano and this is my partner, Yoshio Yoshigai!

Yoshio Yoshigai: We'll be providing play-by-play commentary for the Galaxy Clusters vs. the Fat Pigs matchup. This match is for the mysterious box stashed away in the police station! Now let the match begin! (the bell rings)

Aderans: Ohohoho! Planetman starts off strong!

Yoshigai: Yes! After his loss to Kinnikuman and the sudden departure of The Ninja and Ashuraman from the Devil Knights, Planetman decided to toughen himself up to show his loyalty to Akuma Shogun! Will it be enough, though?

Apollo Dynamite! (Planetman chucks a miniature sun at Officer Blazes and Officer Cop)

Yeah, maybe we could... uh... zipline in through a window. Or scale the wall. You know, parkour stuff.

-was totally there and stuff fuck-

"... -stares blankly at it, as if offended-"

-Reigen gestures confidently with his hand-

I'll have you know, my fine gentlemen, that I am a Genius Psychic.

And with my limitless power, I can easily have this place purged of AHNJELS and reeking of evil and sin in no time flat!

Impoundment Lot

(BLAM! A thundering shot rings out from Smalls' gun, blowing a massive chunk of the earth beside the van out and into a multitude of pebbles.)

(The steady jingling comes closer... And closer...)

…

(Is like right under the van and staying stone-still.)

Dining Area

...Shit... Legitimately, I think, the rear and windows are–... You would have to be a madman to try and break into that place, Doctor Evil has it fortified to the teeth. You would need... somehow... to pose as legitimate clients, and don't fucking ask me how... and also I want a coffee too, why didn't I get one...

...I could try climbing!

(Meekly displays the CLAWS, but hoogh lord knows how much upper-body strength he actually even has.)

Uh, yeah, I'm actually good at this? I can, um, disguise. I do it a lot, yeah?

(DAVID butting in like a David. David meter goes up a tick.)

COPFIGHT

(MOOD MUSIC)

WHOOOOOHOOOHOOHOOOOOO, this burns SO GOOD~

(Blazes manages to catch the sun between his butt cheeks, but glute-flexes it out and hurls it for Gabriella.)

HAAAAAAAAAHHHH...!

(Gab just fucking stone-cold soccer headers it right at Cop, and it beans him hard on the top of the head, bowling him over.)

GRAAAAAARGH!!! Nughhrrrrr why I oughtta—

(Blazes quickly starts gyrating, spinning at inhuman speeds, and comes whizzing right for Planetman, hoping to klonk him good.)

Church

...Mrhm. Please, kind visitor, if you would... Myself and my clergy—no—our entire curséd congregation, we would be forever in your debt...

(Risei nods emphatically.)

...Hey, c'mon, it's food! You're supposed to eat it, yeah? Like an enchilada...

-Pops out from behind cover and tries shooting him with the elephant rifle-

Die!

What kind of clients does the villa take?

(he says, before going to procure one of the Coffee Serving Pitchers and a cup)

-Chris waits, sword at the ready-

-Creeping around just enough to try and figure out where he is so he can spring an impromptu ambush-

-Demotte's attack notwithstanding-

-He still stays invisible, aiming to get the drop on him-

edited 7th Nov '16 9:35:37 PM by ramuf

"... -tennntative bite-"

-Looks up at Reigen, waiting to see where he'll go with this-

Izzat such a good idea to pretend? What if they sniff you out?

You'd be at their mercy.

Well, A... I like to think I'm good at pretending to be something not.

-smirks-

B, I have a gun. We'll do alright.

-Is helping himself to everything remotely familiar-looking-

Excellent!

I'll need some time to prepare the ritual.

-He takes a few steps forward-

.......

-He starts waving his hands around and doing weird throat chanting-

UUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOYAAAAUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMUUUUOOOOYYYYY.....

edited 9th Nov '16 8:49:46 PM by MacDuffy

Impoundment Lot

(Demotte blows the windshield clean out of a car he was standing behind, very narrowly missing him and embedding his arm with glass shards.)

(Smalls makes nary a peep and fires again, blowing out a tire of the van right by where Chris is standing and using his second gun to fire at Demotte, continuing his steady, nonchalant advance.)

...N-no, stop...! My van...!

(...Shit, is someone else trouncing this party...? That voice is distant, but approaching.)

Church off the Hill

(HOOOOOOWEE MAMA that tofu is SPICY, SAVANNAH AND ZACK)

(Shirou grins and just practically inhales the stuff, unperturbed by the heat.)

Ya like it, amigos? Keheheh!

…

(Takes a nervous look at Grigori.)

…

(Takes a stoic and somber look back at Risei.)

Dining Area

(Looks at Archer pour him the coffee like a puppy dog begging his owner for scraps.)

...Generally speaking, the elite, those of the faithful who wish to please Her Infernal Majesty by engaging in the sinful and hedonistic practice of debauchery... RPGers in particular.

(...Say whaaaaaaat?)

...Perhaps we should all conceal a weapon of some sort, yes? Easier said than done, of course, but... It would make being sniffed out exponentially less hopeless.

Yeah, I, uh, have a gun in my pants? Big gun.

(...ew...)

edited 10th Nov '16 1:33:26 PM by MobileLeprechaun

"..."

This is it. You're going to burst into flames. You're going to be reduced to lava and other hot shit.

"... yeah."

...

(just leaves the cup o' joe within arm's reach of Breen)

That doesn't stand for the anti-tank weapon, does it?

You can't be serious...

Wait, no, of course you're serious. RP Gs are the answer.

Shame I didn't bring my character sheets, but my backpack is only so big, you know?

-Patience is the key, Mob... Patience is the key...-

...I'm sorry, back up? The only people she lets in there are... video gamers? -there is a particular undercurrent of disgust in her voice-

Not video games, it's the ones you play on the tabletop with a Dungeon Master and all that jazz.

I used to play it all the time. Nowadays I just kind of... intend to play it... for months and years. It's hard to coordinate.

Well, no disparagement meant, of course... -clears her throat-

-Ducks behind her cover and frantically load the gun-

Come on, kill him, hurry up already!

-He starts doing wild and weird interpretive dance motions, moving all around and waving his arms in front of the congregation-

UUOOOOOYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAMMMOOOOOOBBUUUUUUUUGEEEEEEEEETTTTHETHIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY