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Post by Tayl on Jan 16, 2017 9:06:59 GMT -6
"OH GOD THAT'S NOT METAL I MEAN IT IS BUT LIKE DUDE BRO"And so, it was confirmed that Dicro Corrune had indeed made a horrible mistake. "Well, maybe not," thought part of him. But the other part was like "no dude Thyx and a bunch of innocent strangers are here, c'mon Dicro, priorities man." Without hesitation, Dicro unclipped his spade pin and transformed it into its literal spade form, slamming the rude mohawk fellow in the face with it as hard as he possibly could. "Everyone! Just stay close!" he shouted, prompting Thyx to immediately cling to Dicro from behind. "OH GOD DICRO I'M TOO YOUNG AND ATTRACTIVE AND HIP TO DIE EVEN THOUGH I'VE ALREADY DIED ONCE"This didn't seem to deter Dicro any, whose next action was blowing back everyone in front of him with a powerful gust of wind to create some space. He immediately scanned the room, looking for any and all possible exits as quickly as he could. He had a lot of energy, but not infinite energy, so chaining everyone through the skull wasn't plausible, nor was he quite at the level where he could keep everyone plastered against the wall with either wind or telekinesis. If it was just him alone or even just him and Thyx it wouldn't be too difficult to get out of here, but Dicro had a whole group of innocent people to worry about and no idea if any of them had any useful powers. He didn't have time to ask around, so his priority was finding the closest exit. He could only create so much space and only for so much time, which could only keep so many people within a safe distance of the uncouth partygoers. Honestly, though, this was kind of a step up for Dicro. He didn't feel so awkward anymore! Hooray?
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Post by papes on Jan 16, 2017 9:35:28 GMT -6
So, up until that point, well. Since Spark was significantly smaller than the rest of the group, the partygoers weren't bumping into him; they were straight-up kicking him. So you would've been able to see a blue Pikachu floating through the air like a beach ball at a rave. Well, a beach ball that can apparently dab. This was until Lapis caught the Pokemon in her arms before scooting behind Dicro, just barely out of the way of the wind. She could potential fight, but uuuuh she was a little too fucked up from the punch.
Missingno, however, had enough control over himself to assist Dicro in keeping the partygoers away; the ones that Dicro couldn't get to, he summoned what appeared to be even more pixelated, corrupted, etc. tendrils from the ground than what they usually looked like. Well, it was that or he could've possibly fucked them up even more in an attempt to discourage any attempts to break or breach the barrier that the tendrils will have formed. It was tall enough to make it really hard to get through, but short enough to not obscure dicro's view in searching for an exit.
Missingno was doing very well for someone who processed alcohol very poorly. Though he wasn't sure how long he could keep this up.
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Post by Exuro on Jan 16, 2017 16:07:09 GMT -6
The shovel certainly made its mark, connecting with a dull thud against the apparent demon's skull, sending him reeling backwards into the crowd members who hadn't been blown away entirely by the wind blast. Several more spared no hesitation in charging the wall of tentacles, their sheer number making up for any who were cast aside or otherwise beaten down, and would manage to make off with a handful of the other partygoers before the sound of the doors bursting open halted the attack. This coincided with a change of song on behalf of the DJ, the ensuing brief moment of quiet allowing for the echoing sound of something beeping and metallic to ring out through the warehouse before the next song started up. Dicro had spent enough time around Exuro to know that sound. Now might be a good time to go for cover.
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Post by Tayl on Jan 17, 2017 5:47:00 GMT -6
The sound immediately drew Dicro's attention and prompted him to prioritize finding something to hide behind. If his instincts were right, finding an exit wouldn't be terribly difficult afterward. He wasn't entirely sure how much help the snack tables would be, but they seemed like the only plausible option on short notice. He took a deep breath and created a cluster of chains in the direction of the snack tables, skewering anyone in its path and tearing them apart as it split into two "walls" of chains, creating a narrow path. There was plenty of space between each chain, even considering the additional bulk provided by the unwitting corpses, so once again he pushed back those too close to the path with wind. If shit was about to really go down, Dicro figured he wouldn't need to conserve any energy. "Everyone, get behind the snack tables!" he ordered, already at the end of the path slamming down snack tables as he spoke, sending perfectly good snacks to the floor. "DICRO I DIDN'T GET TO TRY THE PUNCH YET" Thyx cried, still clinging to Dicro like a TOTALLY METAL backpack. Dicro ignored Thyx's tragic cries, instead focused on trying to layer as many chains around the Snack Fortress as possible to serve as additional shielding. "Missingno, try and create another barrier around us!"rip snacks august 2016- january 2017
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Post by papes on Jan 29, 2017 23:45:46 GMT -6
Nodding, Missingno got straight to work on forming more tentacle barriers, except around the fort this time. Something about this barrier seemed fucky. And by that I mean even fuckier than the previous set of barriers. At least this was distracting him somewhat from his inability to process the alcohol that was unwittingly consumed earlier. Ah yes, speaking of tentacle barriers? The first one he set up earlier? Shortly after the second one formed around them, the first one that was formed to help keep the assholes away went from being a harmless wall to 'if you touch it you're gonna get fucked up'. Effects varied due to their glitchy state, but the results of physical contact were bound to be negative. Lapis looked at the newly-formed wall surrounding them, poking it out of curiosity. The thing that happens when you're charged with static and you touch a metal thing happened. "Hahahaaaaa dude that's so fucked up, nice""You know what sucks?""What is it, my small blue dude?""I'm too wasted to fight anything. Also I have no clue what's going on.""Same, duude. Saame."Well at least Spark and Lapis are having a bonding moment sort of. They probably won't remember it once they're sober, but hey.
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Post by Exuro on Feb 15, 2017 0:14:06 GMT -6
Dicro's quick line of thinking would quickly become justified; just moments after Missingno. had finished his tentacled barrier, a dazzling blast of green, flame-like energy ripped through the area around the barrier, incinerating both overturned tables and apparently-unsuspecting demons all the same. The chaos wouldn't just end there either-- a chorus of demonic roars was immediately met with the distinct sound of automatic gunfire and shell casings scattering across the floor. With the tables more or less reduced to ash, the partygoers inside the makeshift barrier would be able to see a cloaked figure emptying a pair of short automatic rifles into an increasingly-sparse crowd of demons. Some appeared to be outright fleeing, but others were presumably falling back to regroup.
...Well, you wanted excitement.
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Post by Tayl on Feb 15, 2017 3:14:38 GMT -6
While Thyx made a meeping shriek noise at the increasing horrors of the evening, Dicro moved closer to the edge of the barrier and nudged down a few chains, peering through them like blinds on a window. He squinted, trying to get a view of their mysterious savior. Well, assumed savior. For all they knew, this stranger could be just as murderous toward them once the demons were gone. "Looks like someone else is out there taking care of those, uh... whatever they are. Were," Dicro explained to the others. Thyx was still clinging to Dicro for dear life rather than focusing on the situation and everyone else was at least a little drunk, so he figured despite the obvious gunfire that it was worth bringing up. "So, uh... we'll probably be good soon. I think. Probably."
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Post by papes on Oct 3, 2017 1:07:40 GMT -6
While Spark and Lapis were having their chitchat bonding moment that consisted of "i'm a bag of soul juice in the shapeof a pikachu" and "haha neat i'm literally soulless", Missingno seemed to have a rough time concentrating- oh?
Oh no nevermind, he's all good now. Somehow very significantly more sober. That was fast. "Hmm..."
Even with someone else taking care of things from outside the barrier, he was still wary. Not that you'd be able to tell anyway,
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Post by Exuro on Oct 3, 2017 2:03:52 GMT -6
After a few tense minutes of shouting, gunfire, and spattering of demon blood all over everything, the noise finally died down. For a few tense moments, the only audible sound would be the clinking of spent brass scattering across the floor and a solitary set of heavy, booted footsteps. If Dicro happened to peek through his chain barrier, he would be able to see the cloaked figure advancing towards the group's safe refuge.
"Ay! Going to come out of there anytime soon? If you're on my list, hiding is just prolonging the inevitable. If not, then consider this a free bailout on me."
She speaks! Not that it's any more reassuring than the silence, but at least the shooting has stopped for now, right?
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Post by papes on Oct 3, 2017 2:31:31 GMT -6
The glitchy barrier definitely went down first. Surprisingly enough, it turns out Missingno changed forms terrifyingly fast, and he now had two pairs of wings, currently neatly folded. List, huh? He took a short glance at all the demon corpses before finally speaking. "Must be one hell of a hit list." Of course, he didn't seem threatening. He sounded calmer now compared to earlier.
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Post by Tayl on Oct 3, 2017 2:50:30 GMT -6
As Missingno's barrier came down, Dicro peeked through the chain barrier as assumed and cautiously dispelled it. Neither he nor Thyx noticed Missingno's form-changing off the bat, with Dicro focused on their savior and Thyx still attached to Dicro's back and cowering like a frightened baby koala. Dicro kept his grip tight on his spade, but otherwise tried to maintain as non-threatening a posture as possible. Not that he looked terribly threatening in his embarrassing 80s getup with an equally embarrassing 80s Thyx stapled onto him, but it's the thought that counts. "Hi," he said bluntly. "Um... I don't really know what the deal with this place was, but we were the ones who were trying to not get murdered. So hopefully that means we're not on your list. But either way, thanks for your help.""Too young to die... too metal..."
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Post by Exuro on Oct 3, 2017 3:18:30 GMT -6
Upon lowering the barrier, the party party would be faced with a pair of exceptionally large shotgun barrels pointed in their general direction, though the woman lowered them once Dicro had finished speaking.
"I may not be too familiar with magic, but I've done my homework. Sure don't seem much like demons to me, especially with blondie there clinging to you like a baby Mole Rat. Guess you're free to go, then, which is something I'd take full advantage of before their backup shows up and snacks on you lot for your trouble. Nice trick there with the barriers, though; if you're gutsy enough to party with a bunch of soul-munching demons and live, you might just have potential. If not, just tell your friends! Here."
After handing Dicro a stack of matte black business cards, the group's savior lowered her hood finally, revealing a surprisingly blood-free tangle of coppery-red hair and a smug grin befitting someone who just finished effortlessly slaughtering a room full of demons. As a matter of fact, she didn't even appear to be bleeding at all despite what looked like multiple close calls. As for the cards, there wasn't much printed on it except for a name, company name, and address.
BLACK TALON SECURITY SOLUTIONS, LTD. MIRANDA VASQUEZ, C.O.
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Post by Tayl on Oct 3, 2017 3:44:02 GMT -6
"Oh, um, thanks! Uh... Miranda?" he thanked (/redundant) sheepishly, beaming juuust a little bit. Dicro accepted the cards, shuffling through them. Nothing about them rang a bell, but something about Mira felt vaguely familiar. Like maybe they saw each other in a cafe in a different dimension but in the future, or maybe she was from the same universe as someone he knew. He brushed it off, politely passing a few cards back to the Drunk Crowd(tm) behind him. He jumped at Missingno looking completely different, blinked twice in confusion, and then decided not to be rude and returned his attention to Mira. (Also he was just numbed to this evening being weird by now.) "Are you sure you'll be alright here? I mean, I guess you handled that just fine by yourself, but it wouldn't feel right to just leave anyone alone back here. Though, I guess someone has to help these guys out of here..." he frowned, glancing back at Lapis and Spark. Thyx if he could.
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Post by papes on Oct 3, 2017 4:06:25 GMT -6
Missingno...... was secretly relieved there didn't seem to be anything about him that gave him away as a demon. Well, definitely a different kind of demon. Err, it's hard to explain the simultaneous status of god and devil. He didn't really pay any mind to Dicro jumping, honestly. Not many have seen this form, so that was kind of expected.
He accepted the card, but wasn't quite sure if he'd find himself discarding it later. Looking back at the drunk pikachu and apparently soulless human, he conjured up a slightly glitchy bubble to carry Lapis and Spark in. (to which they both responded, "whooooooa, that's cool shit")
"I'll help them get out of here."
Of course, he summoned a glitchy tendril to carefully pry Thyx off Dicro's back, and basically hold him in a harmless manner.
"I'd imagine having someone glued to you like that would be just a little annoying."
He's pretty much ready to leave whenever. with Spark and Lapis floating behind him in their bubble of course. Carrying Thyx out was probably going to be likely too tbh
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Post by Exuro on Oct 3, 2017 4:29:10 GMT -6
Oh, just call me Mira. And hah, don't worry, I haven't even busted out the big guns yet. This was just the easiest way to bait out the real prize that I'm after. When he decides to show his face, I'll be plenty ready, don't you worry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare my party favors for the welcoming committee. See ya 'round, and mind the demon bits on your way out."
With that, Mira turned and headed off towards the platform that housed the now blood-caked stereo equipment and what was left of the apparently demonic DJ. After brushing aforementioned corpse aside, she disappeared behind the console, leaving the partygoers alone in a warehouse full of ichor-leaking demons.
Yeah.
Might want to do something about that. The leaving part especially.
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