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Mack attack: Fayren invasion! [Action]
It was just another ordinary, peaceful day on the cobbled streets of Fayren. Fantastic races greeted each other amicably, merchants hawked their handmade wares, and so on.
Everything changed when the shysters attacked.
It happened too fast for sense. Mysterious, red-robed figures in white masks came bounding from seemingly all directions. Their sudden omnipresence masked their origins, hailing largely from the north of the city. Yet some poured from residences, while others seemed like they had always been there, waiting for a chance to spring.
And spring they did! A jiggling sproing sproing heralded their presence as they jumped everywhere on their dagger-shaped pogo sticks. Knights and magical dolls engaged many, but their were many more, who terrorized the citizenry at once.
"Woohoo!" they'd shout. Their delight was the city's dread; they enjoyed bouncing after and on whomever they could, taking special animus for any who did not love to hop up and down as much as they did.
"Flee! Run for your lives! Go to your homes and board all entrances! Save yours--". The town crier's words were cut short as a shyster threatened to bounce on his skull, sending him screaming away while the metallic menace followed in pogo-pursuit.
The king and queen were safe, for now, and no casualties were mentioned. Yet a dark pallor hung over the city, as though the sun itself were afraid. Who would save the city from this masked menace?
[OOC: Here's Smithy's big debut! Or Mack's, specifically. Feel free to pick a prompt and bop some bad guys. You can also put your own character out there to be terrorized and rescued, in that order. NOTE: Mack, the boss, can only be engaged by three people at most. Get with me in mail or Plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
JudgeCF) to make sure. Other than that, have fun.]
A: City Streets
These shysters weren't very shy, eschewing subtlety in favor of public menace. Most of them were bouncing around in full view of the city streets, openly defiant of authority. If they're not harassing a pedestrian and hounding their every step with a pogo-stick, they're hopping up and down in front of a terrified onlooker, too scared to move. Some love the chase; others love a captive audience. Deprive them of either, and you'll have a scrap on your hands.
B: Homewrecker
One house in particular was forced to reluctantly entertain a naughty shyster, breaking all their dishes as he hopped up and down on a table. It was fun and it didn't look to be stopping any time soon. The mother, father, and daughter could only tremble in terror as they watched their furniture suffer abuse from the creature. This is, however, a family of four. Where's their only son? Why do they hear bouncing upstairs? Good heavens!
C: The barn, the barn, the barn is on fire
Bouncing wasn't all the Shyster menace was capable of. They also had a little bit of sorcery up their sleeves. When they came across a stable, they weren't impressed. To them, horses seemed ponderous, dull-witted creatures with not an ounce of pep in their step. The beasts were spooked easily, giving in to panic and creating chaos in their escape. It didn't help matters when one Shyster cast 'Drain', sending a fireball into the hay bales with predictable results. In moments, an inferno built, putting the horses and the citizenry in danger. Not like the shysters cared, bouncing in plain view of the pyrotechnics. Horses were scared out of their wits while flames threatened to consume the stable.
D: House arrest
"If I could just...could you please stop! Agh!"
A shyster bounced back and forth off the door of one unlucky homeowner. He tried to find escape, only to have the door smacked into his face as the shyster enjoyed his unending rebound.
"No way! I could do this ALL day!" With machine-like endurance, that's exactly what he did. The man resolved to wait out his imprisonment, feeling the walls shake with every jump. He couldn't tell what trembled harder, his house, or himself?
E:Fawn's Forge Mack's new hangout!
The enemy had a particular animus for Fawn's Forge, for Smithy was proud and didn't much like competition. Who better to demonstrate the true purpose of weapon than a bunch of weapons themselves? Fawn, the rumored giantess, put up a valiant fight, but eventually faltered under the assault of so many shysters. Once she were good and unconscious, Mack and his merry band of machines had their way with the place.
Anyone brave enough to wander near would hear jumping and vibration enough to register on a seismograph. Mack himself, the leader and the largest of their group, contributed the most noise.
"PAR-TAY! I like this place, gang! Let's show these serfs that WE'RE in charge now! Let's bounce the day away!"
A resounding cascade of cheers followed, before they wrecked the place, scattering all the tools and trappings of a blacksmith to who knows where.
F. Damsel in Distress (Sonico)
Before the invasion properly got underway and the shysters were just beginning their advance, one spotted a pink-haired girl minding her own business. That's bad enough, but she was walking. Are these people insane? Oh, they'll fix her. "Hey!" A shyster approaches. "Bounce with me!" Helpfully, he pogo sticked in place to show her how it was done. There's an implied threat there, but hey, maybe she was one of the good ones.
Everything changed when the shysters attacked.
It happened too fast for sense. Mysterious, red-robed figures in white masks came bounding from seemingly all directions. Their sudden omnipresence masked their origins, hailing largely from the north of the city. Yet some poured from residences, while others seemed like they had always been there, waiting for a chance to spring.
And spring they did! A jiggling sproing sproing heralded their presence as they jumped everywhere on their dagger-shaped pogo sticks. Knights and magical dolls engaged many, but their were many more, who terrorized the citizenry at once.
"Woohoo!" they'd shout. Their delight was the city's dread; they enjoyed bouncing after and on whomever they could, taking special animus for any who did not love to hop up and down as much as they did.
"Flee! Run for your lives! Go to your homes and board all entrances! Save yours--". The town crier's words were cut short as a shyster threatened to bounce on his skull, sending him screaming away while the metallic menace followed in pogo-pursuit.
The king and queen were safe, for now, and no casualties were mentioned. Yet a dark pallor hung over the city, as though the sun itself were afraid. Who would save the city from this masked menace?
[OOC: Here's Smithy's big debut! Or Mack's, specifically. Feel free to pick a prompt and bop some bad guys. You can also put your own character out there to be terrorized and rescued, in that order. NOTE: Mack, the boss, can only be engaged by three people at most. Get with me in mail or Plurk (
A: City Streets
These shysters weren't very shy, eschewing subtlety in favor of public menace. Most of them were bouncing around in full view of the city streets, openly defiant of authority. If they're not harassing a pedestrian and hounding their every step with a pogo-stick, they're hopping up and down in front of a terrified onlooker, too scared to move. Some love the chase; others love a captive audience. Deprive them of either, and you'll have a scrap on your hands.
B: Homewrecker
One house in particular was forced to reluctantly entertain a naughty shyster, breaking all their dishes as he hopped up and down on a table. It was fun and it didn't look to be stopping any time soon. The mother, father, and daughter could only tremble in terror as they watched their furniture suffer abuse from the creature. This is, however, a family of four. Where's their only son? Why do they hear bouncing upstairs? Good heavens!
C: The barn, the barn, the barn is on fire
Bouncing wasn't all the Shyster menace was capable of. They also had a little bit of sorcery up their sleeves. When they came across a stable, they weren't impressed. To them, horses seemed ponderous, dull-witted creatures with not an ounce of pep in their step. The beasts were spooked easily, giving in to panic and creating chaos in their escape. It didn't help matters when one Shyster cast 'Drain', sending a fireball into the hay bales with predictable results. In moments, an inferno built, putting the horses and the citizenry in danger. Not like the shysters cared, bouncing in plain view of the pyrotechnics. Horses were scared out of their wits while flames threatened to consume the stable.
D: House arrest
"If I could just...could you please stop! Agh!"
A shyster bounced back and forth off the door of one unlucky homeowner. He tried to find escape, only to have the door smacked into his face as the shyster enjoyed his unending rebound.
"No way! I could do this ALL day!" With machine-like endurance, that's exactly what he did. The man resolved to wait out his imprisonment, feeling the walls shake with every jump. He couldn't tell what trembled harder, his house, or himself?
E:
The enemy had a particular animus for Fawn's Forge, for Smithy was proud and didn't much like competition. Who better to demonstrate the true purpose of weapon than a bunch of weapons themselves? Fawn, the rumored giantess, put up a valiant fight, but eventually faltered under the assault of so many shysters. Once she were good and unconscious, Mack and his merry band of machines had their way with the place.
Anyone brave enough to wander near would hear jumping and vibration enough to register on a seismograph. Mack himself, the leader and the largest of their group, contributed the most noise.
"PAR-TAY! I like this place, gang! Let's show these serfs that WE'RE in charge now! Let's bounce the day away!"
A resounding cascade of cheers followed, before they wrecked the place, scattering all the tools and trappings of a blacksmith to who knows where.
F. Damsel in Distress (Sonico)
Before the invasion properly got underway and the shysters were just beginning their advance, one spotted a pink-haired girl minding her own business. That's bad enough, but she was walking. Are these people insane? Oh, they'll fix her. "Hey!" A shyster approaches. "Bounce with me!" Helpfully, he pogo sticked in place to show her how it was done. There's an implied threat there, but hey, maybe she was one of the good ones.
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Maybe she could bounce as well and not hurt anything, but she sure didn't want to.
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[Don't knock it till you try it, Liora]
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She yells forcefully, which even surprises her. Regardless of what fear she may be feeling, she can't let these things ruin everything.
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She'll even cast a spell, hurling a white ball of energy at the shyster.
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But that was the last thing the shyster could think as it paff's in disappearance, energy ball striking true.
The wonderful thing about shysters is that there's always another one to pick up where its fallen brethren left off. They see a golden thing lifting into the sky--which isn't bouncing at all--and exact vengeance, sending a choice few fireballs her way.
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A devious trap, of course. A contingent of shysters appeared from either side of the surrounding rooftops, who'd personally test whether the airborne could not be properly grounded through proper application of bounce. A scientific query well worth experiment.
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She wished she could fire a light-based spell, but wouldn't even attempt it this time. She'd rather stick to spells that she knew would work.
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It's a simple spell, and thus the simplistic machines would never tire of casting it. The sky was littered with Drain after Drain. Who would be left standing in this terrible exchange of moar daka?