NeShattered Post 47

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Sarn: Wait…so where did TLTE go if there's no basement?

Rick: Hey, so…guys? Um, shouldn't we be going to stop this "Evil Geb?" *makes over-exaggerated quotation motions with her hands*

Maybechild: I think it would be best if you all stay here until this blows over. You just saw the excitement that's going outside. It'll be a lot safer here.

Rick: Oh…

TLTE: Anyone up there?

Rick: I-I mean, I really like weddings though.

Maybechild: I wish you liked showers more.

As Rick and Maybechild talk, Sugarless starts to sense something about Maybe's intentions on keeping the group away from the wedding. Sarn and Ariana help TLTE and Amal out of the base-erm-"underground cell."

Rick: Look, everyone's back! How nice! Let's get going to this wedding? What do you all say?

Geb: I really don't want to see any marriages…

Sarn: *looking at Amal* Who's this?

Sugarless: I kind of want to go to the wedding as well. *watches Maybechild's reaction*

Maybechild: *ignores Rick and Sugarless* So who wants a drink?

Sugarless: BAR FIGHT! *smashes beer bottle over Maybechild's head*

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Originally posted by Gebohq Maybechild stumbles backwards, then whistles. The other Greenpeace band members (and Greenpeace band technicians) close in on the others. Maybe: Knock 'em out! Ariana, CoolMatty, Mimiru, Subaru, The Otter, Qhobeg, Ricky, Sarn Cadrill, Semievil and Sugarless all arm themselves with the nearest improvised weapon they can grab hold of -- chairs, beer bottles, anything they can use non-lethally. Cue pandemonium. As bottles and chair legs fly through the air, The Last True Evil wraps his coat around Amal and quickly sneaks to a corner, lost in the chaos of the scene. Gebohq continues sitting where he had been sitting, the brawl surrounding him appearing to not have any effect on him, for the time being at least. Also, for the time being, Gebohq seems less emo and more lost in love, as he stares with sad eyes in Maybechild's direction, who is currently leaping onto Sarn's back like a rabid squirrel. Geb: She's so beautiful when she's fighting...*sigh* Sarn: OH GAWD HELP! Sarn manages to throw Maybechild off, sending her barreling into Greenpeace members and heroes alike. Meanwhile, The Otter, having quickly lost interest in seriously fighting, has taken the opportunity to try stealing some various liquor bottles, with no success. He watches as a favorite brand of his crashes onto the floor. He sprawls on the floor, attempting to lick the remaining alcohol, when he accidentially licks Subaru. She notices. Otter: It's not what you think! I was just trying to-- Subaru sends The Otter flying through the air and into the front entrance, knocking the door down. Everybody turns to see the huge mob of people outside. Sem: ...Fuq. The bar is quickly jam-packed with over a hundred random people, and the bar fight escalates to epic proportions.

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Originally posted by Ford Ford:...so then we flanked them and obliterated thier foot soldiers using nothing but toothpicks and sweetarts. Random girl: Ohh, how exciting! suddenly a bottle of beer comes flying across the room knocking Ford squarely in the head. Ford: OWW! SON OF A [expletive deleted]! Random Girl: OMG! you dirty man! curse words!? Ford: WTF! did you not see that? someone threw a [expletive deleted] beer bottle at me! Someone's askin for a hurtin'! *grumpy mad face* Random girl: well i never! the random girl quickly gathers her things and walks out of the bar seeming oblivious to the chaos around her. meanwhile, Ford searches around for the culprit throwing bottles around. he quickly notices its practically everyone. he's about to grab a bottle himself to throw, when he is bowled over by something large and heavy crashing into him from behind. Ford: Son of a [expletive deleted]! Otter: You know, you really shouldn't swear, mate. it seems the female folk dont like it much. Ford: So i've noticed. would you please get off of me? Otter: Right. sorry, just having a spot of woman trouble. oh hey! Ford! is it really you?! Ford: Yeah, i know y...oh my god! Otter, wtf are you doing here? Otter: *noticing subaru coming this way* Running the hell away!*which he promptly does. Ford: *looking up* heh... oh crap! Ford sees that Subaru, wielding a barstool, no longer cares who she hits as long as it resembles a member of the male species. ford is once again knocked to the ground. Ford: Son of a [expletive deleted]!

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Originally posted by Lord_Grismath Just as he brought a glass of creme de menthe & tonic, garnished with a mint leaf, to his lips, Crab Ninja Motobushi soared through the air and whalloped Grismath with a flying dropkick of heavenly fury (up, down, quarter-circle back, A, A, B). Grismath's glass shattered and spilled green liquid all over his previously grey suit. The Canadian intelligence director unholstered his pistol, but Motobushi-san kicked it from his hand, and it went sailing across the bar and into the hands of another bar-fight combatant. Dodging a roundhouse kick, Grismath aimed a fist and fired, only to find Motobushi's foot blocking his knuckles from their deadly mission. "Ho! Ha! Hoo! Ha!" Grismath dodged, parried, and chopped all he could, but Motobushi's attack was relentless and seemingly unprovoked. As Grismath staggered back under the fury of his adversary's string of attacks, he failed to notice a fallen barstool behind him, and fell backwards head-over-heels into Semievil. "You!!! The mission!"

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Originally posted by Vincent Valentine A dark, mysterious man sits in a corner booth wearing a crimson cloak and aged, leather combat boots. On the table in front of him lays a knife, sheathed, and an apple martini from which he occaisionally sips. He's humming an old, foreign song as he watches the events in the bar unfold and, playing idly with the knife, wonders if he should put an end to the brawl...

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Originally posted by maevie maevie marches in, throws the dark mysterious man's appletini in his face, and storms off

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Originally posted by Detty Detty wanders in through the doorway and trips up the storming maevie.

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Originally posted by Vincent Valentine After calmy drying the alcohol from his face, Vincent reaches into his cloak and pulls out a yellowed, folded peice of paper. He unfolds it in front of him, revealing a long list of names and places. At the very bottom, he writes "The Regan Family," underlines it, and just for good measure, puts asterisks on either side. He folds up the paper and returns it to his cloak and, pocketing the knife, stands up and heads for the door, deftly weaving between the brawling bar patrons. As he passes the bartender, Vincent flicks him a coin, muttering, "Sorry about the mess." He opens the bar door, and vanishes into the night.

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Originally posted by maevie maevie feels an inexplicable shudder run through her whole body as she lies face down in the septic liquid that has pooled on the floor. standing up, she wipes the beer, blood and vomit from her face, gathers herself together, and promptly faints

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Originally posted by Gebohq Gebohq, while having nothing but Maybechild on his mind, idly eats some peanuts, idly flicking the peanut shells in the faces of the next three people to be mentioned...

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Originally posted by Zecks Zecks wipes the shells off of his person. Zecks grabs his beer bottle and chucks it at Gebohq, who is just a few seats down. The bottle misses and hits some other bloke in the back of the head, sending him down to the floor with a thud. Zecks: Dammit! Why must my aim always be so bad!? Zecks gets up, rushes towards Gebohq, and knocks him from his seat. Gebohq hits the floor with a thud, like the guy before. Zecks runs off into the crowd before Gebohq has a chance to pick himself up.

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Originally posted by Steven Steven was at the end of the bar with a scotch one hand. He was attempting to pick up on an attractive brunette, when some tall guy at the other end of the bar hits him right in the head with a tossed peanut shell. The girl begins to laugh. Steven ignores the peanut shells being rained down on him, until they begin to make a spile pile on top of his head. "Excuse me for a moment," Steven politely told the girl, as he shook the shells off of his head, and headed off to confront the tall, odd looking man who had been throwing the shells. "Hey, knock it off." "No." "Yes." "No." "Can't you see I'm trying to pick up on that girl over--" Steven turned to point at an empty bar stool. "Well, she was there." Steven looked around, puzzled. He saw the pretty girl leaving the bar out the back door with a tall, strong fireman. "Now look what you've done." "Don't feel bad. Here. Have a peanut." Steven sighed, then joined the tall, funny looking man in throwing peanut shells at the other people in the bar. "Hey, this is fun." Steven was just about to go for another handful of peanuts, when a person, apparently named Zecks, flies and tackles the tall funny man before running off. Steven chuckles to himself, moves over a few seats, then continues to throw shells as the tall, deranged looking man chases the man who had just laid him out.

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Originally posted by landfish insulted by the display of peanut shells, the great and glorious landfish emerges from the shadows and idly tosses a rabid badger at Gebohq's face. currently engaged with the badger, Gebohq fails to see where the mysterious one known as landfish fled to.

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Originally posted by Gebohq Zecks looks over his shoulder, trying to see where Gebohq is at. Zecks: Holy Hell! A badger? And I thought I was ticked off. He grabs a seat, watching the chaos taking place throughout the bar. He glances over and notices that the occupant of the seat next to his is a good looking woman. Zecks: Hey there, good looking. Can I buy you a drink? Zecks is surprised suddenly. The woman's voice is that of a man's. "Woman": Who are you calling good looking? The "woman" punches Zecks, sending him recoiling off his seat. He picks himself up off the floor and walks away towards another part of the bar.

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Originally posted by Ford As ford picks himself off the ground once again, he turns to face the seething Subaru Ford: Subaru, its me Ford! one of your hero buddies Subaru: WRAAA SMASH MAN! Ford: *gulp* Ford narrowly avoids a swinging roundhouse punch and stumbles off to the other end of the bar

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Originally posted by landfish After punching Zecks, landfish knows that his cover is now blown. he runs away to find a better disguise...

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Originally posted by Gebohq Geb: GAH! Badger-badger-badger-badger-badger-badger-badger-- Maybechild chows down on some-- Maybe: Mush-room MUSH-ROOM! Losien screams, pointing at a snake on the floor. Los: SNAAAAAAAAKE! It's a SNAAAAAAAAAAAAKE! Gebohq then throws the badger off of him and onto some other random person.

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Originally posted by DrkJedi82 While sitting quietly observing the battle Jim7 points at landfish and laughs

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Originally posted by quesadilla_red Rick dashes by Geb, trying to round up the group to make a grand exit and continue on to Evil's Geb. Unforutnately, a badger lands on Rick's face and he (she) screams very high pitched and just down-right girly. The bar goes silent. Rick: *shoves the badger off, jumps back to his feet and frantically brushes himself (herself) off* Eek! Eek! *He (she) stops and looks at the rest of the bar* ...What? Everyone resumes fighting.

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Originally posted by Vincent Valentine Oblivious to any commotion below, a small housefly buzzes along the wall near the ceiling, stopping here and there to taste the stale glue where the paper has peeled away from the wall. "Tasty," the fly thinks to himself, "but not enough to live on." The fly continues along the wall, narrowly missing a poorly aimed peanut shell, in search of food. ((If anybody touches my fly, I'll ban you.))

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Originally posted by Gebohq As Gebohq sits back down at the table he had been sitting by before, the fly lands on a thing of peanuts. Gebohq notices the fly and (surprise surprise) goes all emo. Geb: I feel for you, little guy. Gebohq touches the fly, which surprisingly doesn't move, with his finger. After touching it, the fly continues on its search for food. ((NSP: I like to live dangerously... :ninja ))

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Originally posted by Voodoosnowflake Blowing her nose one last time Voodoo Snowflake headed to the nearest establishment for something to eat and to get some idea as to where she is at. Inside the bar some random character whistles. She blushes again remembering she still is only wearing that white terry cloth Knowhere Valley Inn robe. A perfectly aimed peanut shell hits her on the ear. And then she gets tripped by a man rolling around on the floor screaming as one ticked off badger is attempting to maul his face.

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Originally posted by Sarn_Cadrill Throughout this ordeal, the great hero, Sarn Cadrill, saunters through the room, throwing occaisional punches and kicks, but never staying long enough to be focused on. He nears the door and his eyes fall upon a face that he recognizes. He blinks, and mutters to himself. Sarn: Voodoo... It's Voodoo... Sarn pushes his way towards Voodoo, intent on reaching her. Someone gets in his way. Random person: "Watch it pal." Sarn decks the random person. Sarn: "Voodoo!" Voodoo hears someone calling her name and glances up, seeing Sarn approaching her, fighting his way through a mass of wrigling body parts. Sarn finally reaches her and pulls her into a corner of the room. Sarn: "I can't believe you're here. How did you get here?" Voodoo: "You look.. familiar.. How.. do I know you?" Sarn: "It's me! The great hero, Sarn Cadrill!" Voodoo: "Sarn... Sarn? ... SARN! Oh my gosh, Sarn! And my hair's all ratty and I haven't showered and I'm wearing... I'M WEARING A BATHROBE! Get AWAY!" Sarn: "I wouldn't care if you hadn't showered in months. It's good to see you. Sarn dodges a body that smashes against the wall between him and Voodoo. The man pulls himself to his feet, shakes his head and charges back into the crowd. Sarn: "Come on! I saw some stairs. Maybe we can find you a change of clothes or something." Sarn takes Voodoo by the hand and manouvers his way through the crowd towards the flight of stairs. Three punches, four kicks, and one bite later, Sarn and Voodoo find themselves in a hallway at the top of the stairs. Doors on either side lead into rooms available for rent. Below, the barfight can still be heard raging. Sarn pulls Voodoo into one of the rooms. There just so happens to be a chest full of clothing in the room. Sarn: "Say, how convenient. There's a chest full of clothing in here. Anything that will fit?" Voodoo is squatted down, scrounging through the chest of clothing, contientiously holding the hem of her robe shut. She pulls loose a few garments of clothing. Voodoo: "Yeah, I think these will work." Sarn: "There's a door over there past the bed. I think it's probably a bathroom. I'll wait in here and make sure no one comes up here. Voodoo retreats into the other room. In moments, Sarn can hear the sound of water running in the shower. He sits on the bed to wait. A lone house fly buzzes past. Sarn considers swatting at it, but decides to ignore the fly. It buzzes out of the room back towards the brawl below. The shower stops. Sarn's heart begins beating faster in anticipation of the coming events. Sarn: "All this time I've been searching for her... And now she's here." Sarn runs his fingers through his hair and checks to see how his breath smells. He catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror in a tiny kitchenette in a corner, and grins. Sarn: "Sarn you handsome devil you. Sweep her off her feet!" The door to the bathroom opens, and Voodoo emerges, her hair in a towel, and clothed now in ill-fitting, yet color-cordinated shirt and pants. Voodoo: "These clothes are awful." Sarn stares at her in wonder. He seems to speak without thinking. Sarn: "You're look perfect." Voodoo wrinkles her nose. Voodoo: "Hardly. This shirt's two sizes too big, and the pants barely come past my knee-" Her words die out as Sarn takes her hand in his. Sarn: "I hope I'm not being to forthcoming... But I have been thinking about you ever since we met. To see you here now.. It's like a dream. You could be wearing rags and you'd still be the most beautiful woman in NeShattered. Voodoo blushes and stammers.. Voodoo: "Well I... Uhh.. You know..." Sarn: "I want to get to know you. Somehow I feel like we are meant to be together, but something has been keeping us apart. Now that you're finally here, I don't want to let you go. Promise me you'll not leave my side." Voodoo: "Well uhh.. That's quite a bit to promise.. But you sure are charming. Maybe we can catch a movie some ti-" Sarn: "There's no time for that. Evil Geb's got some kind of stupid wedding planned or some such... I don't really know. I don't much follow the storyline lately, cause I've been trying to find you. Just stay by my side for a while. We'll see how things go, but don't leave until you talk to me." Voodoo: "Fair enough. So what do we do now?" Below, sounds of the fight can still be heard, though they seem to be dying down a bit. Sarn: "I don't know. Wanna see what's on HBO?" Voodoo: "Sounds good." Sarn leans back on the bed and grabs the remote. He flicks on the TV. Voodoo lays back next to him, somewhat self-concious. Below, punches fall and bodies slam to the floor, a fly buzzes around above it all, a scream echoes throughout the building, but above all is quite but for the sound of the television. Time passes and slowly, a hand grasps another, breathing slows, and eyelids close. As the credits of the movie roll, Sarn and Voodoo are fast asleep.

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Originally posted by landfish landfish pokes his head out of the closet while sarn and voodoo are sleeping. he creeps over the the bed and steals Sarn's wallet. "kekekekeke" he says to himself as he slithers away with the wallet

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Originally posted by Ford Ford Makes his way across the bar, shouting expletives as random objects (and people) hit him or knock him over. when he finds himself in a relatively quiet part of the bar, he sits down again. Ford: BARKEEP! bartender: oi can't you see i'm busy? Ford: And can't you see they're just using the bottles to break over each others (and my) head? Bartender: as long as they keep payin for em, i'm all for it. da janitor's the one you gotta look out for. ol' bobs out on lunch, but when he gets back, oooooooh buddy, you guys better watch out. Ford: yeah watever, can i please have a gin an-SON OF A [expletive deleted]! Woman's voice: *to ford* Sorry 'bout that. But really, i'm no ones son. The [expletive deleted] part is up for debate though. Ford looks up fom the floor where once again he's found himself, only to se Maybechild standing over him. Ford: Maybe! Maybechild: Howdy, Ford. one sec. Maybe turns and throws a well placed punch to a would be attackers skull, sending them reeling Ford: Gosh, it's been since...what? the battle of Glouchestershire? Maybe: *blushing* yeah, thats right. Ford is still lying on the ground in astonishment. maybe turns once again to deal a square kick to the stomach of the next deviant Ford: I'd have thought you'd have called me. Maybe: i'm a busy woman...*grunts as she grabs the hair of yet another assailant and rams it into the bar*...as you can see. Ford: You never have 5 minutes? A fourth instigator rushes maybe and this time she just sidesteps and lets him run past Maybe: Are you going to get up or what?

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Originally posted by KyleKatarn7 Surreptitiously, KyleKatarn7 sneaks up behind Jim Seven. Without a word, he swings back the chair he had been holding, and clobbers him with all of his might, knocking Jim out cold. Making a quick note on his datapad, he swiftly loses himself in the mayhem.

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Originally posted by Martyn Through all the madness, descendeth a MANTRAIN at full tilt - plowing through all in his path. Bodies fly everywhere, stools are broken as are legs, arms, noses and backbones. And as quickly as he arrived, he promptly leaves the carnage behind. (In the distance, receeding we hear: ALL ABOARRRD....)

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Originally posted by happydud fwop fwop fwop fwop fwop fwop fwop fwop fwop fwop fwoosh. pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter. tie tighten tie tighten leap schwwwiizzzzzzzzzzz-CHANG! Sarn and Voodoo wake up to the shattering of the glass window. They gaze in awe as a man in aviator glasses, a black trench coat, and a soviet hat brushes the glass off of his coat and unties a rope. Happydud: Hi. Sarn: What.. where the hell.. who are you!? Happydud responds as he tugs on his rope twice, and it gets pulled back out the window from where he came Happydud: I'm Happydud. Second in Command and Minister of Assassinations in the USSR2. You, if my file is correct, is Sarn. But you madam.... quizzical look You remind me of a babe... Voodoo: What babe? Happydud: A babe with the power.. Voodoo: What power? Happydud: The power of Voodoo. Voodoo: Who do? Happydud: You do, Voodoo! Happydud chuckles to himself, as Sarn and Voodoo stare in confusion. Happydud: Anyway, I must be off! Nice to meet you too. Use protection! Happydud winks, and then takes out a circular saw. Sarn: Wha-? Hey! That's my floor! Sawing sounds, as Happydud finishes sawing a circle in the floor. Happydud: Taa. Happydud stomps his foot, and disappears from view as he falls through the floor screaming. FOR AUIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Meanwhile... Ford: You never have 5 minutes? A fourth instigator rushes maybe and this time she just sidesteps and lets him run past Maybe: Are you going to get up or what? Ford: Fine. I'm going, I'm goi-what is that noise? Happdud: FOR AUIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! *CRASH* Ford disappears in a ploom of sawdust and woodchips. As the debris clear, Happydud stands up. Happydud: This party's over! Ford: *incomprehensible groan from under Happydud's feet*

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Originally posted by genk Genki promptly appears and lunges at Happydud, but trips on Ford into him

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Originally posted by Gebohq Within the craziness of the barfight, Gebohq notices the conversation between Ford and Maybechild, the looks they were giving each other... Gebohq's smouldering eyes narrow... Then the distraction with Happydud and Genki turned his attention to his sister, Losien, as a random punch connects with Losien's face. Surprisingly, she looks little worse than before, but that didn't matter. Geb: GAAAAAAAAAHH! Gebohq charges at the man who threw the punch at Losien, tackling him to a wall. The Last True Evil watches as Gebohq brutally punches the man over and over. Gebohq suddenly stops, seeing the bleeding and now-unconscious man before him, and walks to sit at the nearest table, sober and slow. The Otter, meanwhile, continues to try and steal drinks, including the next two people mentioned...

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Originally posted by Cool Matty CM: When did you get so proficient with a beer bottle? Mimiru: It's like a really short sword! A dagger, really! CM: I don't think most people use two hands to "weild" a beer bottle. Mimiru: And that is why they fail. Mimiru grips tightly to her bud light and opens a nice gash in the nearest foe. Subaru: You know, this entire time, I've been thinking... CM dodges a thrown bottle and huddles in a corner, keenly aware of his uselessness in such a brawl. CM: "THINKING"? I've been trying to SURVIVE! Subaru: Why aren't we using our normal weapons? Mimiru: Well, that wouldn't be fair! CM: It totally goes against barfighting rules. Subaru: But it doesn't seem to bother the other guys. CM: So just because they jump off a bridge, you will too? Subaru: If it saves my ***, hell yes. Mimiru: Good point. Let's kick this up a notch! CM: Wait, me first! CM rumbles up a bright flame, and melts some beer bottles into a glass sword. CM: Mimiru! Time to dual-weild! Mimiru: Oh cool, upgrades! Mimiru takes the glass sword, enjoying the lightness of it, and the way it reflected the light. Subaru: Wait, won't that shatter upon impact? CM: No no, it's tempered glass, it's much stronger than normal glass. It'll last her at least thru this fight... I think.... well... I hope... Mimiru: Oh that's real assuring. Mimiru flies into the heat of the brawl again, and deflects a blow from a disgruntled alcoholic. The glass sword instantly shattered. CM: Uhm... maybe you aren't ready for upgrades yet. Mimiru: Remind me to slap you. CM dives back into the corner, waiting for an opportunity to use his phoenix gust without hurting any friendlies. Mimiru returns to her single sword style, saving her possible "upgrade" for later. Subaru continues using her energy skills to deflect bottles and propel them at high speeds. CM: You all... do your thing... I'll just be waiting here.

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Originally posted by happydud Happydud: GENKI! YOU TREACHEROUS... TRAITOR! I told you to stay home and feed my fish! Genki: What? I was just going to Tashi Station to pick up some power converters.. and I heard the brawl. I thought you might need help. Happydud: This is the last straw. The first time, I found you in the pigpen playing cook with Hammy. The second time, I had to post bail after you freed those lions from the zoo- Genki: They told me to free them! They said they were being held prisone- Happydud: I don't want to hear it! Happydud backhands Genki across the face with his left hand, unsheathes a dagger with his right and spins, slashing at the same time. Happydud: Now, I'm going to assume you're dead and not turn around and double check. Who's next? Happydud surveys the battletorn bar room. He sees Gebohq helping a guy see the back of his own head. Happydud: You there! Stop where you are! Stop brutally assulting that man! Happydud begins to run towards the scene Gebohq: What? He hides his hands. Happydud: What did that man do to you? Gebohq: He- Happydud: You know what, I don't really care. Except for the fact that... Happydud glances over Gebohq's shoulder Gebohq: What? As Gebohq turns to look, Happydud removes a small object from his assassin's belt. He thrusts it onto Gebohq's chest, and pushes Geb back. Turning back in confusion, Gebohq grunts as the device stuck to his shirt beeps, and lasers begin to encircle him. Moments later, the Happydud-Tholian web around Gebohq is complete, rendering Geb unable to move. Happydud: So.. it works. Neat. Time to enforce the law somewhere else.... Ducking a punch, grabbing a pool cue and eviscerating a poor man trying to come to terms with the rampage of Mantrain, Happydud disappears into the crowd.

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Originally posted by Sarn_Cadrill Meanwhile, upstairs, Sarn is hastily making the bed. Voodoo stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom vigorously brushing her teeth. She spits into the sink. Voodoo: I can't believe we fell asleep. What were we thinking? What will everyone else think? Sarn: Don't worry about it Voodoo, we'll just tell them the truth. We fell asleep while watching a movie. Voodoo: Yeah? What movie was playing? Sarn: I... don't remember. Voodoo: Me neither. That's odd. Well for the sake of our story, it was The Three Amig- What in God's name is that noise down there? Sarn: The Three Amigos? Couldn't it be something cool, like The Godfather... Or Starship Troopers? Voodoo: Starship Troopers! Are you MAD? It was The Three Amigos. Say it. Sarn: The Three Amigos. Voodoo finishes brushing her teeth and begins running a brush through her hair. Sarn: Where did you get all that stuff? You showed up here in nothing but a robe. Voodoo: Don't remind me. Anyway, I'm resourceful. Let it go. Sarn: Fair enough. Voodoo: So, Sarn.. I've been meaning to ask you. What's with that word on your forehead? How do you pronounce it? Sea-plunk? Sarn: No no, it's "spelunk" AHHHHHHHH-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Voodoo ducks behind the door. Sarn wipes his nose with a hankerchief from his back pocket. Voodoo: What the hell was that? I think you just sneezed out half your brain! Sarn: It's some kind of curse... Apparently, whenever anyone says the word sp- err that word, the one on my forehead, I sneeze uncontrobally. Voodoo: What word? Spelunk? Voodoo ducks behind the door again, giggling, as Sarn once again lets out a monstrous sneeze. After, Sarn glares at Voodoo. Voodoo: Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Sarn: Well you might think it's funny, but you don't have to live with it. Sarn falls dejectedly onto the bed and closes his eyes. Voodoo steps out of the bathroom and lays down next to him, propped up on one sholder. She studies the marking on Sarn's forehead. Voodoo: How'd you get it? Voodoo runs her index finger over the marking. Sarn responds, his eyes still closed. Sarn: It was right after I saw you last. That guy, Bhac, showed up, and I knew he was bad news.. I was going to confront him, but then eveything went blank and I- Voodoo: It all went blank? You don't remember the battle you had with Bhac? Sarn: We... fought? Voodoo: Yeah, and you were incredible. You moved so fast. But somehow he was faster. And then, you cut him on the face with that dagger of your- Sarn opens his eyes suddenly and stares intently at Voodoo. Sarn: What do you know about the dagger? Voodoo: Well nothing. I only saw it just that once. What's the big deal? Sarn leans back again and closes his eyes. He mumbles something unintelligible, then takes a deep breath. Sarn: I'm sorry I inturrupted. Go on. I cut him on the cheek. Voodoo: Right. It wasn't bad. You barely knicked him, but the fighting stopped for a second. You were standing there with the knife raised, a drop of blood on the tip. And Bhac suddenly looked surprised. Like he'd just found an eyeball in his soup. Then he came at you again, and the next thing I could see was your body flying back... The way you hit that rack, and the blood. I thought you were dead. Voodoo's eyes begin to tear up. She breathes in sharply. Voodoo: And then you disappeared through a plothole. Sarn speaks, his eyes closed, lost in the memory. Sarn: I woke up, and this man was there, and he was saying something about a hound. And then he marked me. Sarn's hand strays to his forehead and traces the black lettering. Voodoo reaches over and takes his hand in hers, pulling it away. She leans across Sarn. Her face hovers over his, examining the mark. Sarn opens his eyes. Voodoo speaks in a near-whisper. Voodoo: It looks like... Is it some kind of tattoo? Sarn: No... He used a... sharpie pen. Their eyes lock, their faces inching nearer and nearer. Sarn parts his lips ever so slightly. Voodoo closes her eyes. Just before their lips meet, there's a sound from the door. Sound: "Ahem." Voodoo rolls off the bed, crashing to the floor opposite the door. Sarn scrambles off the bed and to his feet. Voodoo stands, brushing dirt from herself. Semievil stands in the doorway, a white cloth wrapped around his hand. He raises an amused eyebrow. Voodoo: We were just uhh watching a movie! Sem: A movie? Sem's eye flicks to the television set, which is turned off, then back to Sarn and Voodoo. The two speak simultaneously. Sarn: Yeah, The Three Amigos. Voodoo: The Three Ninjas! Voodoo blushes. Sem: The Three Ninja Amigos, huh? That sure is a great movie. Sarn: Uhh, Sem.. What's with the cloth on your hand, there? Sem: It's nothing. Come downstairs, Sarn. We need your help. This barfight's getting out of control. Voodoo, it's no place for a lady down there. Why don't you wait here and uhh, take a shower or something. Sarn and Sem leave the room. 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Originally posted by - Tony - The aforementioned eviscerated bar patron collapsed onto the ground, trampled by the melee which was still in full swing. Ahah. Swing? Gettit? I kill me. TonyTW: Yeah, yeah. Tony, after having followed the mob in from way back when looking for a hair o' the dog and some more cinnabons, sat lurking at the bar on one of the remaining stools nursing a vodka and Irn-Bru with a pounding headache and sprayed with a little blood from Mr. Eviscerated. His saucepan was slightly dented from where a rather annoyed badger had bounced off after being narrowly deflected from somewhere else in the bar. All in all, things weren't going great. He just hoped no-one had stolen his freighter. Otter, on the other hand, was snaking his hand towards the half-full vodka and Irn-Bru, as he was wont to do. Well, the drinking part, anyway. Tony glanced 'round blearily into the glasses of Otter. Seeing that Otter was going for the drink, Tony swung at him, but alas, due to the headache and hungoverness he missed completely. Otter, on the other hand, had the Drunken Mastery perk and deftly jabbed Tony in the chest, who promptly fell backwards and kicked the glass out of Otter's victorious mitt with a parabolic trajectory into the crowd. Wouldn't like to be hit by that. It could hurt.

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Originally posted by Voodoosnowflake As someone charges at Sarn and Voodoo ready to smack them with a table, Voodoo smirks. Voodoo: SPELUNK! Sarn: AHHHH CHOOOOOOOO! The powerful gust knocks back the brawling patron including the next three meantioned!

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Originally posted by mollybee The door, now hanging off of one hinge, flies open and bangs a random into the wall behind it. Now exposed to the brunt of the fighting, Mollybee swirls into the room like a whirling diva dervish, zinging frozen banana boomerangs at oblique angles around the bar. One hits Happydud squarely on the back of the head just as he was about to turn around, and another smacks Gebohq upside his handsome mandible. She spins out the same door she entered, uttering only the words "SPELUNK *THAT* SUCKAS!"

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Originally posted by Sarn_Cadrill And of course, upon hearing the phrase, Sarn abruptly sneezes. Four people are knocked back. He catches another random assailant with a sweep kick and turns to Voodoo. Sarn: Didn't Sem tell you to stay upstairs? Voodoo: Don't you worry about me, Sarn. I can handle myself. Voodoo knees a nearby opponent in the balls. Sran: Fair enough. Let's kick some ***.

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Originally posted by happydud crawling on the ceiling, Happydud hears Sarn. Happydud: Oooh, I'll get him. Happydud drops from the ceiling behind Sarn, landing silently as an ant crawls, delivers a swift backkick into Sarn's bum, and then vanishes into the crowd.

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Originally posted by Sarn_Cadrill Sarn sprawls out on the floor. He props himself up on hands and knees and shakes his head vigorously. Voodoo giggles beside him. Sarn glares at her. Sarn: What was I supposed to do? That guy came at from the ceiling! Like some kind of... monkey... ninja... Voodoo helps Sarn to his feet. Voodoo: Heh, you just got owned. Sarn: Did you see where he went? Voodoo scans the crowd. I think I see him over by glowing ball of laser- What is that thing? Sarn: Let's go investigate. Sarn and Voodoo make their way through the crowd, kicking and punching as needed. Moments later, they are near the glowing ball of light. Inside, they can see Geb trapped. Sarn: Oh no, it's Geb! Voodoo: How do we open this thing? Sarn: Well it looks like a laser... Got any mirrors? Voodoo pulls a cosmetic mirror from a pants pocket. Sarn raises an eyebrow. Voodoo: What? Sarn: Nothing. That might actually work. Sarn wedges the mirror into the trap at an angle. The lazer light refracts, frying a nearby combatant. A hole in the ball of lazers opens wide enough for Geb to climb out of. Voodoo: Careful, Geb. Don't touch the sides... Geb: Relax Voodoo. It's not like this is the first time I've climbed out of a giant laser bal- OUCH! Geb blows on his elbow, now singed by the laser. Behind our heroes there is a shriek.They turn. Happydud: No! How did you get out of there!! And you two! Go upstairs and make babies or something! You're meddling! Geb glances at Sarn. Sarn shrugs. Geb: You two know this guy? Sarn: Well not exact- Voodoo: That's the guy that knocked you over a few minutes ago, Sarn. Let's get him! Sarn, Voodoo, and Geb charge at Happydud, fists raised. Happydud: Oh boy. Things are getting hot. Time to get out of here. Happydud pulls a small remote control from his coat pocket. Just as Sarn, Voodoo, and Geb reach him, he taps a button on the control. There is a flash of light, and when it fades, the bar is gone. Sarn stops pummeling Happydud's face and looks around. They are in a large room cramped with fantastic electronic gadgets. A table is set up nearby with vials and beekers filled with various colored fluids. Along one wall, 6 large metallic crates are lined up. Sarn: Uhh, where are we? Happydud: What? He told me it didn't have enough POWER for more than one person. Happydud wipes a trail of blood from his upper lip. Happydud: Welcome to the evil invention room of Evil Geb's evil lair. Hope you enjoy your stay. You won't be here long. Happydud grins. He taps a button on the remote. The six crates along the wall unfold into six cliched battle mechs, each roughly 12 feet tall. Happydud: Intruder! Kill them! Six pairs of glowing, red eyes focus on our three heroes. Battle Mech 2: Intruder. You are Tresspassing. Prepare for annihilation. Happydud rubs his hands together in anticipation. Happydud: Oooohhhh goody. I love this part.

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Originally posted by happydud Battle Mech 1 through 6: You are intruding. Lie prone on the ground and submit. You have fifteen seconds to comply. Fouteen. Thirteen. Sarn: Uh.. this is.. sub-satisfactory. Battlemechs: Eleven. Sarn: Any ideas? Battlemechs: Eight. Voodoo: Uhh.. give me a second to think. Geb: Well, hurry up. You only have - Battlemechs: You have five seconds to comply. Geb: About four more seconds. Battlemechs: You have one second to comply. Voodoo: Duck? Battlemechs: You have zero seconds to comply. they duck. Battlemechs: You have negative one seconds to comply. Happydud, Sarn, Voodoo, Geb: What!? Battlemechs: You have negative two seconds to comply. Happydud: Oh, those programmers are going to die so hard. Happydud whirls around, smashing a button on a control console. A tearing sound surprises Sarn and Voodoo from behind, and as they turn they see a rift forming in the Spacetime Continuum. Sarn: What the hell is that!? Geb: It's an isopolar geospacial flux! A rift in the Spacetime Contiuum! Voodoo and Sarn stare at Geb Geb: What? I watched Star Trek... Happydud: This is your Captain speaking. Please buckle your seatbelts, and place your seat backs in the upright position. You're coming in for a... Happydud pushes them through the rift Happydud: Landing. Happydud presses a few more buttons, pulls a lever, and grabs a mysterious pouch. Diving through the rift, it closes behind him, and the lair of Evil Geb is sealed from the public once more...

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Originally posted by sugarless5 Sugarless looks around to find where the rest of her party has gone. She reaches out to grab Rick by the scruff of the neck when she get smacked upside the head. Whirling around, she lets out a "Oh no you di-ent!"

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Originally posted by Ari Ariana stands in the corner watching the brawl in front of her play out before her eyes. Even as enraptured as she is by the display of the scene in front of her, she doesn't hesitate to start plotting out her next move. Unfortunately she fails to notice the dark figure that enters the bar. As soon as he walks in his eyes roam the room, searching... Before she can react or even let out a call for help the figure makes his move. He knocks the angel to the ground rendering her unconcious. He throws her over his shoulder and sneaks out of the bar. Outside the bar he thinks to himself, *man that was one sloppy, half *** job I just did...nah, with all that mess going on in there the chances of someone noticing anything...hmmm, well...just in case...* With that the mysterious figure disapears with the angelic creature into the night. :O

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