Tropers: The Series

(Tales asks for “escort to the Tropesberg Hospital” in very poor French. He eventually gives up and just takes a plane. It conveniently lands at the ball.... in fact, it crashed through the roof.)

"Good luck, Tropes and Avey. I'm sorry this ball didn't go the way you planned it..."

Puma turns around and picks up his wooden plank again, smacking it in his palm. "Now, about Coleberry..."

"Yeah... I'm sure you'll be ok!" Zanreo says reassuringly. " ...Now, on to fi-hey, did you hear something back there? Almost like a crash?"

Edited by Zanreo on Feb 21st 2019 at 4:20:17 PM

Bob cracks his knuckles, douses himself in gasoline, and lights himself on fire.

"This hurts a little, but the intimidation factor is definitely worth it."

"Mur-der! Mur-der! Mur-der!" She cheered, clapping with every syllable.

Taco comes out with his dress, as well as a pretty kickin' sword.

"Alright Tropers. Tonight, we ride on Coleberry's forces! For Aveyond!"

Taco runs off in a direction.

"I'm feeling awfully trigger-happy tonight! FOR AVEYOND!!!"

"FOR AVEYOND!" Zanreo yells, raising her lasers in the air.

"Wheeeeee!" She levitates in the air, following the other Tropers while holding a spiked metal bat in hand.

"ALRIGHT! WHERE THE SMEGGING SMEG IS THIS SMEGGING SMEGHEAD?!"
(Chey begins rapidly firing her gunstick.)

"FOR AVEYOND!"

Puma pulls out a potion and drinks it, turning into his werecat form yet again. However, unlike the typical werewolf trope where he grows big and muscular and rips his clothes, Puma grows just big enough for his suit to still fit. He looks at his arms and purrs.

"Hmm, not bad."

Edited by DrNoPuma on Feb 21st 2019 at 10:57:33 AM

"His mansion! Don't worry, I found it on Google Maps! This way!"

Taco leads the charge to Coleberry's.

As he runs through town, a few people join in the run, including famed ex-bowler David Dixon, and the part-time rapper-part-time-barista-part-time-FBI-agent, Gangrenous F, joined in, with his invitation to the ball in hand.

And angler fish rolls behind them, trying his best to keep up.

The tropers are joined by the various people who attended the ball. Meanwhile at his mansion, Coleberry hears the noise from the approaching mob.

What in blazes is that? LONAGAN! CHECK THE FRONT DOOR!

Lonagan fiddling with a pinwheel, gets up, and rushes to the nearby closet door, and swings it open.

Nothing here, sir!

Hmm, odd...never mind that, how has the plan to destroy the dance gone?

Good, sir! Neil hasn't reported back yet, so I assume that means he is delighted in success!

"Aw crap, we didnt bring any ordinance!" She turned to the crowd. "Did anyone bring any heavy explosives? We might need a couple of knee mortars!"

Gangrenous F fiddles through his pockets. Er, not sure how the government'll look at that. It'd probably be better to just tear through it as an angry mob.

The angler fish rolls through. "I only have a few mortars, so I doubt that would be any help..."

Edited by TacoBadger on Feb 21st 2019 at 10:19:54 AM

"Well, not sure exactly how "heavy" it is but I did bring this new laser bomb..." Zanreo says with a grin, holding up a small, glowing object.

(Tales goes too.)

“Coleberry! Wherever you are, cut it out already!”

"Lasers and explosions? DO IT."

"We're gonna wreck this guy's place, so anything would help!" She pulls out her shoulder mounted quad rocket pod from out of nowhere, pointing it at the mansion. "Let's blow this thing to pieces!" A few rockets were fired, letting out an ear piercing sound.

Lonagan hearth rocket. Are those fireworks, sir?

Zanreo casually throws the laser bomb inside through one of the holes caused by the rockets. A gleam-ish sounding explosion can be heard as beams shoot out in all directions.

Puma grins. "That was awesome."