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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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[When the wall passes, Soma tosses another Rycuda bolt at Mack, hoping to stun the boss a second time. Even if he can't, though, Soma's following that bolt instantly with a MASSIVE overhand swing of Claimh Solais, so fast that the air audibly POPs to get out of the way. Fueled by his last iota of mana, this swing has double the pain-causing potential of his regular slashes.]
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Thanks! I don't want to be a barbeque for a second time.
[As for the Mack that just returned to the ground, the young spy decides to confront the big creature head on as he charges in and attempts to give the big guy a big flying kick to the face.]
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Mack's on his last legs...springs? At any rate, he can't take much more of this. It's especially insolent that they'd use weapons against the weapon lieutenant. Concentrating that anger born from impudence, he conjured an orb of flame, denser and fiercer than the wall which spread it so casually, and lobbed it in an arc towards Soma. Hopefully to set his hair on fire.]
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[Soma takes the hit without flinching - that's what dead crusader does. He doesn't emerge unscathed, but it's going to take a whole lot more than that to take him down for the count. His health's at half, his mana at zero, and he is well and truly tired of this fight. Time to end it.]
[He takes a moment to down a mana potion - one of a stock of several - and walks right up to the giant-dagger-riding boss. Smiles. And launches the kind of uppercut you usually only see on 2D fighting games, complete with the fire and the full-circle twist. Doppelganger let him change his souls and equipment completely for that shot.]
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He might try to use his Freez Discs once more to finish the job, but his big ego gets the best of him as he charges in for another flying kick and an attempt to punch the creature's face.]
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The machine is losing solidity. A gentle whistling sound accompanies a gradual fading, before he vanishes completely leaving...
money! Gold coins spring and dance from where he bounced last, scattering to the four corners of the forge. Everything's done by bills, of course, so they aren't worth anything. They are, however, very shiny, and would make a fine souvenir.
With that, the duo had achieved victory, and secured peace for Fayren, at least for today. Mack's defeat meant the the retreat of the rest of the shyster's, who weren't finding Fayren as fun as they thought.
It was a time to celebrate, mend, and rejoice for hard-fought tranquility. Mostly. In an unguarded moment, one especially mischievous shyster would take it upon himself to bounce on Tony's head, then drag him off to persuade him on the finer points of Smithy's program...]
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Oh yeah! Tony Clark and sword-wielding ally: 1! Red-robed bad guys: ze-
[That's the only thing he said right before one of the red-robed pogo-stick riders bonked him on the head, knocking him unconscious before it dragged him off somewhere, unknown what's going to happen with him.]
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Once the brainwashing's complete, they put Tony back where they found him, placing a boy in a yellow jump suit back on the streets of Fayren, albeit a bit more bedraggled and with a bumpier head. By appearances, it looked like he'd almost bit off more than he could chew, but fended off his attackers anyway. Mentally, there'd simply be a blank space with no accounting for the time lost.]