-Goes to ram the robot's weapon up the Cube's pulsating anus-

CHURCH

...Weyull, shi—

(massive_explosion.wav)

(A tiny twinkle through the hole in the church through which you can now see the sky as Paula is blasted away.)

   ¡¿...Qué demonios es ESTO?!   

   NYE—   

   (Gets kicked so fucking hard she turns into Skittles and scatters on the floor.)   

(The other evil little girls turn into other small, round candies, like M&Ms and Reese's Pieces.)

…

ghhk... hey if you have any leftovers, amigo, I think my stomach wasn't perforated by that stabbing...

…

Villa Evil

   Homebrew, low fantasy. Mine is a very... dark setting.   

Impoundment Lot

(GSHHHHHK! Demon Smalls is... so fulla holes he's not really moving anymore, save for an upsetting twitching of the tendrils.)

Let's cute GodaiJeezos oope—!

(SSSSSTAB!! The Cube screeches in unholy terror and... warps and contorts and changes its shape, twitching in space.)

edited 25th Dec '16 11:26:39 AM by MobileLeprechaun

-Screams in Walloon-

[I'm going to fuck you up before I kill you, you miserable fucking thing, and I'll mount you on my wall, too!]

-Begins wildly thrashing the weapon in its shifting form, her eyes quickly glancing the panel for additional controls-

Oh geez, uh... d'you need me to get that?

.......

-He claps his hands together and turns towards the church congregation-

Well! I believe that solves your haunting problem. That'll be two hundred pesos.

edited 25th Dec '16 10:58:22 AM by MacDuffy

-DEEP-

-DEEP-

-DEEP-

-exhale-

Master, don't forget the other thing we're here for.

-Peter unzips his bag a tiny bit, rifling through it, then taking out a bag of dice-

Alright, I'm ready to start when you are.

Impoundment Lot

(Planetman lands and turns back into "human" form. He watches the scene as they have things handled for now.)

Impoundment Lot

wrrrrrwrrrwrrrwrrwrrrrrr–

(It's... deforming... deforming into...!)

EEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

(OH DEAR GOD it's charging a laser...!)

(...! That button there, marked "A.M. Cross"!)

Church

...nah, 'm good, Dad's got i— - HYAAAAAAAGHHH—!

(YANKS that stop sign out of Shirou's gut.)

...Our sincerest thanks to you and your friends, sir. Perhaps now, if even God Himself can forgive the things we have done in the name of survival...

(Father Grigori bows his head, exhaling deeply.)

...Then my congregation and I may, at long last, worship the true Sovereign of Heaven again.

(Risei Kotomine takes out his wallet and begins showering Reigen in money, "make it rain at the strip club" style.)

(SHIT MOBBU THAT SCYTHE ON THE STATUE IS GLOWING)

The Villa Evil

   (Dr. Evil nods and takes them to a large, circular table with a pentagram on it. There's also this fuckin'... really stupidly-simple puzzle, like one a child would put together, right where Dr. Evil is seated.)   

   Now, you will each roll a d6 six times, and from there your dark personae will take form.   

   (Passes out stat sheets... EEEEEEVIL STAT SHEETS.)   

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Jams the button and begins jamming and shoving the cross wildly-

[I'LL FUCK YOU UP!]

"... -just, takes a handfull of all those candies, and shoves it down her throat, revelling in Technical Cannibalism- HWAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"

...

(deliberately takes his time looking for a die once he's seated)

(on the slight off-chance that this really is a ritual on par with the Servant summoning ritual)

-Peter rolls up, taking the character sheets, not aware of anything out of the ordinary-

What about the rest of 'em, though? Or is this, like, a specific... ah, well whatever. I'm happy for ya.

...!

-MASAKA...!-

-Since the cat's well and out of the bag, Mob just shortcuts the grabbing process and psychics it over to him-

...You won't mind if we take this then, right? I think it's something important we need.

-Reigen is too busy accepting the money rain with arms outstretched, Shawshank-style, to notice Mob yoink the statue-

...?

-starts rolling the die-

4

1

3

4

6

3

...T—this is good... i-isn't it...?

Impoundment Lot

(watches the strange cube charge up its laser.) (@Gabriella) Any ideas...?

Impoundment Lot

EEEEEEEAAARRRRRRRRHHHH–

(FWOMP! The awful creature is at once encased in a bizarre and cruel-looking device◊.)

...While it is vulnerable, hurry...!

(Gabriella hops up and, with a roar, punches her fist right into its crystalline flesh, ripping out a weird gummy rat candy thing and eating it with one brutal motion of her wrist and jaw.)

Church

(THE CANDY, SAVANNAH, it gives you POWER! Untold strength of a thousand awful little girls come to make a thousand awful pizzas, and... OH???)

I smell like BEEF.

(YOU GOT A POWER... Perhaps even... A 「STAND◊」)

(Risei looks down from DOLLA DOLLA BILLZ)

...Oh! Yes, go right ahead, you really will need that.

If you are the Prophesied, as your miraculous actions against that demoness tell me you are... This artifact will be invaluable to you in the battle to come, the battle against... Her.

(Looks to Zack.) Oh yeah, no, we did have all the demons to venerate, buuuuuut now we're switching alliances, I guess...? owwwwww man this is gonna smart tomorrow...

DND @ The Villa

(Those edgy, black and red dice they're using do indeed have a LOT of Satan energy, Archer... But only slightly more than all the other satanic shit in here. It seems like this place might be capable of producing such horrors, but there's only one way to find out...)

   It is neither good nor bad, it merely is. You will be Skaedra Bloodflux, a Chaotic Evil hemomancer with a glistening, venom-encrusted dagger with which you loose your foes' vital fluids.   

(The character sheets look... Real edgy, Peter. Dr. Evil continues assigning dark and spooky roles to the party members as they roll up their characters. Dude's kinda bossy, but damn if he doesn't have a presence...)

O-oh... S-skaedra.... Blood...flux....

-peers over her sheet-

...C-cool!

No, for real, do you need me to get that? -Gestures-

[I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU WITH THIS LIKE A FLEMISH BOY ON HIS WEDDING NIGHT]

-Begins viciously stabbing it-

...

-Deep breath-

-Nods-

Alright... Thank you for this.

-Looks at everyone else- Should we go back to the hotel now...?

"... -takes a breath- ... This is it. This is my TRUE power..."

she's posing.

...

("Trace, on.")

(surreptitiously, he projects in his closed hand what are, on the surface, the same dice that one can take)

(but the color is slightly off, they are literally hollow inside, and there is no Satanic energy within)

(with these fake dice, he gives a roll...!)

5, 4, 6, 4, 5, 6

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