"So you're evil, huh? Pretty obvious in hindsight"
Dan trows the pool stick like a javelin at the woman
"Now give me back my friend and I'll probably let at least one of you live"
Edited by johannes4123 on Dec 3rd 2019 at 10:35:01 AM
The thing that was gonna be powerful, then not, then powerful againWith a deft movement of her hand, Leaf creates hundreds of tiny, sharp daggers of ice, all floating in midair, inches from the cult members' faces.
"Death by a thousand cuts? I'd imagine even you wouldn't want that. I'll make this simple- let my friend go, and you get to live. Refuse, and I send these shards into your skin. You bleed to death, and I'll probably find a way to rescue him anyway. I imagine you'd prefer the outcome where you survive, eh?"
Edited by Spottedleaf on Dec 3rd 2019 at 3:44:39 AM
>^owo^<The woman in blue screams, and deftly dodges the javelin, only for herself and the rest of the cult to find icicles inches away from their faces. The chanting stops, the cult tenses up, and all of them turn to the group who appear to be their leaders. The temple is silent save for the whirring of the machine.
"Alright, alright," the Imp concedes. "I mean, I can't speak for these guys, but I'm totally fine with letting your friend go. I just need one little thing from him, and then I'll be on my way."
In one swift movement, but taking great care not to get his face impaled on Leaf's icicle, the imp reaches over and into my jacket pocket, pulling out a small jar of a viscous pink fluid - the Time Lube, and final component for the great Time Fork.
"I really am deeply sorry to inconvenience you tropers. I'll let you finish doing your thing. Ciao!" With that, the Imp pops out of the timeline, his rainbow robe drifting uselessly to the ground.
"Damn Imp....," mutters the man in green. "I knew we shouldn't have trusted him. No matter, we can get this done without him. Magician?"
The man in purple, the Cult Magician, does a few movements with his hands, and the icicles around the room shatter harmlessly.
"Now, let's get back on track. You, keep up the chanting, you, watch my back. The rest of you, don't let those meddling kids ruin the ceremony!"
With that, the gathered cultists pull out their weapons - an armada of curved sickles with jagged blades, and charge forward at the tropers.
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster"ARE YA READY?"
"Yeah."
"ARE YA READY?"
"Yeah."
"ARE YA READY?"
"We already said yeah..."
"RIGHT! LET'S DO UP THESE SMEGS!"
(Chey then starts rapidly firing two gunsticks while Clone!Robin fires his tommy gun and Ford brings out a massive Super Soaker filled with Janx Spirit and starts spraying everything in the absurdly potent alien liquor.)
The Cult Magician does some more hand movements, as rune circles appear around the man in green. Dan's Molotov cocktails bounce off of them, landing among the throngs of cultists, and promptly exploding, sending cultists flying and setting the temple ablaze. The main group doesn't seem to mind though, as their ritual goes interrupted.
The man in red leaps in front of Dan, halting him in his tracks.
"Not so fast," he sneers, aiming a mighty punch at Dan's face for his troubles.
Cultists go down one by one by Nakijin's expert marksmanship. A few cultists hold their own against Aoife with the sword, but ultimately they go down too. The watery blade helps to quell some of the fires springing up from Dan's Molotov cocktails, but ultimately the fire is still spreading quickly.
More and more cultists swuiftly go down thanks to the combined efforts of Chey, Ford, Robin, Zanreo, Marcia, and Junon. The Tropers really are making quick work of these losers.
"They're overpowering us," the Cult Magician notes. "They have weapons unheard of even by us. Should I bring out the dog?"
"Yes, yes, whatever you need to do to make sure the ritual is uninterrupted," says the man in green, mixing something in the cauldron.
"Ia! Ia! Gr'lygbluh fthagn! Ia! Ia!"
With a familiar sickening crumble, the altar of the beast Pepito shudders to life, the horrific dog leaping up and growling at the Tropers.
Edited by Afterwards on Dec 3rd 2019 at 5:28:08 AM
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster(Scraw does a Death Glare to some cultist mooks, distracting them which makes Seaners aimed for them and successfully hitting them.) "Nice teamwork." Seaners says.
Edited by Seaners on Dec 3rd 2019 at 6:30:12 PM
You're probably wondering why I'm still here.Dan smashes the entire liquor bag at the man in red and starts his lighter, causing a large fireball to engulf both of them
As he exits the fire he notices something and runs off while yelling something, unfortunately the noise from the battle drowns out his words
Edited by johannes4123 on Jan 6th 2020 at 5:50:45 PM
The thing that was gonna be powerful, then not, then powerful again"What the-" With no time to react, the man in red goes up in flames, exploding in a glorious light show of fiery red. When the flames clear, his charred body collapses to the ground, dripping with deep red blood.
"Acolyte down," says the Cult Magician.
"Eh?" The man in green turns to spot the carnage. "Well, that's a shame. Sorrow, start the next stage."
The woman in blue nods and starts chanting to a different tune. All at once, the ghosts' eyes glow blue, and they start chanting along with her. Even I myself start mumbling the alien words under my breath, my eyes glazed over, my forehead starting to tear open....
As the ghosts' voices rise, the man in red's blood starts to rise into the air, swirling into non-euclidean circles as it travels across the room. Finally, the blood makes its way to the center of the machine, which starts to thunder and crackle as something monstrous grumbles from within....
On the ground, the beast Pepito is leaping at the Tropers, striking at some of them with his claws, while others he assaults by spitting viscous venom.
Edited by Afterwards on Dec 3rd 2019 at 5:51:46 AM
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster(Chey and Clone!Robin continue shooting at Pepito until he gets mad and spits some venom at the former. Chey then screams out Ford's name and he rushes over to her.)
"Great suffering Zarquon!"
"MY CHEST! MY CHEST GOT BURNT!!"
Ah yes, the most ancient of rivalries: Cat vs Dog. Even an unearthly beast like Pepito can understand that concept. He meets the werecat in turn, taking his hits, and swiping back at Puma with tooth and claw and nasty acid spit.
"The dog's found a worthy opponent," the Cult Magician sighs. "Guess it's my turn. You better get this done quick."
"You can't rush art!" snaps the man in green.
Just then, the machine finishes charging up, and a portal tears open from within, bathing the burning temple in an unearthly light, shimmering with deep purple and red. The screams of horrific terrors from beyond human comprehension can be heard within the portal.
It seems to develop its own gravitational pull, sucking in wailing ghosts one by one. As well, the robes of the cultists and even the flames from Dan's cocktails start being pulled towards the portal.
"You've done well so far, Tropers, but I doubt you can get past me," says the Cult Magician, floating before the Tropers, a pair of glowing runic circles at his wrists.
Edited by Afterwards on Dec 3rd 2019 at 7:13:16 AM
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster(While Chey was squalling in pain, Ford goes over to a now scared Clone!Robin.)
"I-is Chey okay?!"
"She may have some very bad burns on her chest. I have to go take care of her right away... Can you please stay with the others and help them fight that creature?"
"Yes..."
"Good lad."
(Ford then gets the two gunsticks and gives them and his bag to Clone!Robin.)
"Be very careful, okay?"
"A-alright..."
(Ford hugs Clone!Robin.)
"Thank you, Robin."
"FOOOOOOOOOOOORD!!!"
"See ya..."
(Ford then picks up Chey and carries her out of the current clusterfrick. Clone!Robin then goes over to the nearest Troper.)

The wayward souls lead the Tropers into the temple, where the ceremonies are in full progression. The seats are filled with men in robes, chanting words in alien tongues. The souls fill up the room, congesting it with spiritual energy as they await their fate.
At the back of the room, the machine is turned on, the circle at the center spinning at incredible speeds, though it doesn't appear to be doing anything just yet. The beast Pepito is back on the altar, returned to statue form. The cauldron near the center is now full and bubbling with what appears to be... molten chocolate?
On the obelisk at the center, I am bound and tied, with a glazed-over look on my face. And at the head of the proceedings are the man in purple, the man in red, the man in green, now bearing a pair of shining golden scissors... And the woman in blue from earlier, now clad in black robes with swirls of blue and cyan.
What's more, among them stands a new cultist, a man dressed in black robes, decorated with swirls of every color of the rainbow. He smiles at the tropers, showing off a very familiar-looking bushy moustache.
"Ah, Tropers!" calls out the Imp. "Have you come to join the final chorus?"
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