CHURCH
(Chuckles heartily and takes another big ol' bite.)
Hey, maybe next time, yeah? Our potlucks aren't so big lately, so it'd be real nice to have more food choices. What kinda stuff you like?
…
(Just the most scrutinizing, pensive look at Reigen, putting a hand to his chin.)
…
(Old Man Risei is beginning to sweat bullets.)
Dining Area
(Quickly grabs and chugs the coffee.)
...No. RPGers are—... God, I really— I wish I could be young enough to be one sometimes. They're all so hip, attractive, stylish, as though they were born with their lives together, so socially-adept, always very charismatic... It's the dark power of their game that flows through them, gives them the infernal blessing of charisma. We would... I believe we, if infiltrating, would have to pose as novice RPGers. "Noobs" as they say, in their language they call "elite speak".
(Then turns to Peter, looking mighty shocked.)
Y— You're an RPGer?!
(Looks quietly nervous about his prospects posing as one of these high and mighty sorts.)
(Looks like David.)
Impoundment Lot
(Just taking his sweet time, that big, nasty bastard, the spurs jangling and jangling with each lazy step.)
(Mutters something under his breath from the cover of beneath the van, seeming to draw a bead on Smalls.)
G-G-GET AWAY FROM MY VAN AT OOOOOOOOOOOOONCE—!
(A... Weird, very tall, very skinny ginger motherfucker
◊ frantically peddles up to the impoundment lot on a bicycle much to small for his long legs, hopping from it and scrambling through the gap in the fence.)
…
(Is averted from his prior task by this and takes aim at the scrawny man.)
C-C-COPFIGHT
OOOOOOOOH heck—!
(Blazes is quickly sucked into the hurricane, quickly getting spun in the other direction.)
YOU FRUITY SUNNUVA—!
(Cop sumo stomps and charges Planetman with sickening speed, managing to bowl Gabriella over on his way.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Well, you know... I try to be. Ever since my friend Harry moved schools, it got harder to find people interested. I've got, like, nine of them that are technically still running, some of them I haven't touched in years.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Chursch
...Huh! Never had either of those, but they sound good! Yeah, we gotta do another one soon. Will you guys be in town tomorrow?
(The HUUUUUGE skeleton lady statue slowly begins to levitate, wOoOoOoOoOoOo...)
(And Mob... Mob can sense the demonic presence slowly beginning to manifest, and it is massive...!)
...Our... statue...?
...Oh gracious...
Dining Area
...No, it's— Gah! I don't think any of you are following, despite my best efforts, so let me spell it out. RPGers are just big-shot, successful people who partake in a Satanic ritual called RPGing. Can you all pretend to be big-shot cultists, is what I am asking.
...Jesus. You didn't seem like the type, but—... Please. Please, my son, tell us how to RPG, teach us your ways. How does an RPGer carry themselves, how does an RPGer act?
Impoundment Lot
I-I refuse, I-I must regain possession of my—of my sacred vehic— HAUGH—!
(Is shot in the shoulder, Smalls having originally aimed at his chest before being beaned upside the head with the rock.)
…
(Kicks the rock at Weedy Fuck's face, returning his aim to Demotte's direction, but—)
—and he'll be warm FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE—!
(BOOSH! Gunth chucks a fucking huge fireball at Smalls. It barely misses, and he has to hit the deck to avoid it, buying Demotte and Chris some time.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Uh... well we usually... uh...
-Looks to Orion in a "what do I say to this madman?" way-
We, you know... carry lots of books in our backpacks... bring snacks...
edited 12th Nov '16 11:12:25 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
-Mob just starts trying to psychically suppress said presence before it gets out of hand
◊-
Aderans: Wow! For a guy who has the build of a sumo wrestler, that cop moves faster than Pentagon!
Yoshigai: Are you sure you should be saying that?! What if Black Hole hears you've been insulting his cousin?!
(watches Gabriella get bowled over and glares at the fat man responsible for that. He quickly splits apart to avoid the surprisingly quick lunge) Fruity, huh? Let me show something I've been wanting to save for a certain man. (attempts to grab the fat cop. If this works, Planetman would somersault into the air with the fat cop while pulling on the fat cop's arms. Also, there's a possibility that a representation of the solar system might be carved onto the chest of the fat cop.)
Dining Area
...Right, yes. How—... How does an RPGer dress? For—for the RPGing, I mean, what sort of... robes or— vestments...?
WHOAAAAAA, that's COOL!
(Mobbu is successful... BUT! A dark presence begins to whisper to him... Darkly...)
butter... bacon...
…! Do— do you need help getting it out?!
(Is already hustling to open the door.)
Impoundment Lot
(BLAM! And holy fuck. She did it. She blew Smalls' face off. Holy shit.)
(His body spasms in pain, then slumps over, the crater of his face smoldering.)
...Heh! Wow. I've heard of a face-off, but that's something else entirely.
(Hops out of cover, running up to Demotte's side.)
WRASSLE
(IT IS A SUCCESS)
BUAAAAARRRRRGHHH—! rrrrghhhh FUCKIN'S PLANET-LOVIN'—
(KICKS at Planetman's groin with his big ol' beefy cop legs)
(Gabriella, meanwhile, immediately springs back up and leaps onto Blazes' face, just waling on it with her fists.)
GRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH—!!
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Copfight
Aderans: Wow! Officer Blazes just bounced that sun as if it were a dodgeball. Guess being fat has its uses, huh?
Yoshigai: Definitely! And Gabriella turned that sun into a soccer ball and kicked it at Cop! This match is becoming real intense! And Planetman definitely up to no good! Look at Jupiter!
Great Red Spot! (Planetman shoots off a red hurricane off the Jupiter planet at Blazes.)