Our Avatars Were In A Room Together: The RP

Cop Aftermath

When the time is right, of course. (continues heading in a random direction.)

-Reloads, firing at Smalls to try and save Chris-

Ew...

-well the syrup's out of the way for now at least-

-Mob switches gears and releases his barrier, opting to try and psychically catch the pie and redirect it-

I think that was good, Artemis. But still...

(Archer puts one hand in his pocket, falling quiet as he enters)

edited 24th Nov '16 8:47:28 PM by foxmccloud4387

"Fuckin', shit, go back to fuckin' Tokyo, idi-"

konk

"Ow!"

-Is grabbed and pulled, though he fumbles around for his sword as he goes-

-Not even gonna try to grab on to something, he ain't that dumb-

The Villa Evil

(Very dark in here, quite spooky... Some assclown in armor is wondering around, and there's lots of really sexy nerds just sorta hanging around, bumping and grinding to sensual techno music, lotta alcohol smells, pentagrams on the floor...)

ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKERS. YOU EVER BEEN TO THE VILLA EVIL BEFORE???? SHOW OF HANDS, WALLACE DOESN'T FUCKIN' COUNT BECAUSE HE'S A DIPSHIT.

…

…

...Uh, yeah, no. This is, uh, my first time?

CHURCH

(SUCCESS MOBBU, the pie bits soar back for Paula and—)

   (...She catches them in her mouth, like a puppy dog.)   

   MMMM MMMMMRGHHH! Mmmm...   

(aaaaand then Zack's electrocution. ZZZZZZZAP, she twitches and sizzles comically as her hair stands up on end and the smell of roasted pecans fills the air.)

   mmmmmmm...   

   (daaaazed...)   

Ha! Who's racist now, ése...?

(Takes out more Black Pockeys, but then...)

(KA-BONK! Risei tackles him to the ground.)

Son, I know you enjoy our potlucks, but this is a bit much...!

Outside the Police Station

Understood.

(Nods and follows Planetman... Seems there's commotion coming from that impoundment lot over there...)

Impoundment Lot

   (Is poised to beat on Chris some more, but— BLAM! He flinches in pain from the shot and turns loose of those macho antlers, tendrils writhing in pain.)   

GET IN!!!

edited 24th Nov '16 11:46:17 PM by MobileLeprechaun

"Combat Mehico rascism with some good watashi no taco taco, dick!"

And Here Comes The Stop Sign

S Tab

Another Fight

(notices the commotion and signals Gabriella to silently move towards the lot. Planetman changes into a set of planets and flies towards the lot.)

-Peter seems hyper-on-edge, looking around, disoriented-

-Moreso than a usual teen dork thrust into this situation-

This... this is...

-giggles breathily, eyes darting around-

C-Clark, this is... j-just like one of my RPGs...!

-In the midst of the chaos, Reigen slinks along the floor, under the pews, looking for any tool of self-defense he can get his hands on-

C'mon, c'mon.....

Hurry up!

-Grabs his sword and gets to his feet, hobbling off towards the car-

-Grunting in pain as he goes, though he doesn't say anything-

edited 25th Nov '16 9:13:04 AM by ramuf

Is it...?

(not on-edge like Peter, though he is surreptitiously trying to remain alert)

-she's open...!-

-That's quite enough of this, Mob thinks-

-Raises his hand up and just starts trying to tear her apart [from this mortal plane]-

-Vaults over the table with his sword, taking a big swing at Paulial's head-

Church

HURK—!

(STAB)

...Ow. You're better at this than you look, y'know.

(Dust, a dead spider, a wheat penny, more dust, an old cheeto, someone's disembodied toe, further dust— OH! Oh, jackpot, Reigen, an old cowboy-style six shooter! Just gotta reach past that dead spider and it's yours...!)

   HWAUUUUUGHHH—!   

   (Paula just barely manages to fend off Zack's swing with a wall of fleshy, fatty tentacles, the blade grazing her cheek and drawing blood. Mob's prying is working, but the old hag is stubborn.)   

   Naow yawl, this really ain't any way t' be treatin' yer gracious host... OH! An' speakin' of hosts... How 'bout Ah get a lil' heyulp from some of the ＩＮＦＥＲＮＡＬ ＨＯＳＴ？！   

   (Paula hikes up her shirt and reaches into her own navel, which is a swirling, black portal to Hell itself, producing... Oh god...   

   GIMME ＰＩＺＺＡ   

(The dreadful little imps fire pizza-shaped plasma beams from their maws at Zack, Mob and Savannah.)

Impoundment Lot

…

(Nods and goes all planetty as well, swoocing over there to see.)

(Gunth just fuckin' grabs Chris and yanks him in.)

ENGAAAAAAAAGE, GOD JESUS MOOOOOOODE—!!

(Ginger McWhitecoat jams the key into the ignition and starts the van up, and it quite abruptly transforms into A MECHA!)

(A... very unusual, unthreatening mech.◊)

(The poor bastard finally faints from bloodloss after it's finished, though, leaving the robo control panel wide open.)

   (AND DEMON SMALLS HAS GOTTEN BACK UP AND IS LUNGING.)   

The Villa Evil

...okay so NO!!!! I'M BRALESS WEEN AND YOU'RE GONNA FUCKIN' LISTEN TO ME IF YOU WANNA DO JACK SHIT HERE. RULE 1: DON'T FUCK UP. RULE 2:

(Rips off his coat, revealing... EEUUGHHH. Really huge, icky manboobs and one of those Mega Milk shirts. JESUS...)

DON'T STARE AT MY TITS. RULE 3: YOU GOTTA TALK TO DR. EVIL BEFORE STARTING A NEW RPG. YOU SHITS WANNA COME WITH OR WHAT.

(Palpable unease.)

(David smirk.)

-cringes-

-and cowers-

O—okay! Yes! Okay! -hastily averts her gaze-

Someone else, treat him!

-Lunges for the controls and begins going at them with full ferocity, meaning to smash Smalls-

edited 25th Nov '16 9:53:26 PM by eldritchseer

"... I-"

SHIT

car door summoning

block that shit

and sprint to fuckin' brain those beasts

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK"

...

.....

.....Right, then - what do you need us to do?

edited 25th Nov '16 10:01:24 PM by foxmccloud4387

Impoundment Lot

(Chucks his razor-sharp Saturn Ring at Demon Smalls.) Need a hand?

edited 25th Nov '16 10:07:45 PM by josh6243

Wh-What the—?!

-Mob is forced to switch gears YET AGAIN-

-He switches from laying the exorcise on Paula to erecting another barrier in front of him and Zack-

-Begins slicing his way through projectiles, inwardly dreading what cleaning his sword is going to be like later-