[You open your eyes and find yourselves someplace new.
You are standing in a fenced in area near a massive arena, made of twisted metal that forms a colossal dome. The ground you’re standing on is a dirty pale gray, and it kicks up dust as you walk, a chalky dust that covers everything around you. The arena is also gray with dust, most things appear to have been made out of pieces of slightly rusted sheet metal, but it’s hard to tell because it’s splattered in various neon colored paints and designs. The sky above you is a swirling, unnatural whirl of colors, like paint being spilled. There’s a cloudy gray, but neon colored clouds swirl within. The arena is surrounded by stands, which are crowded with inhuman faces, gnashing teeth and spiky outfits. They’re far away, but you can make out a crowd of colorful monsters and demons, all brightly neon colored and cheering for blood.
In the arena at present, two groups of three demons are fighting each other. You watch as a red demon summons a barrage of scarlet colored missiles, which strike a yellow demon holding a mace, sending them bleeding on the ground. A purple demon plays a harpsichord constructed from metal pipes, and the green demon by her side appears to grow larger in size and summons a green hail. One team is victorious, and the crowd cheers and hollers as they finish off the losing team. The green member of the victorious team doesn’t seem to want to finish off the yellow demon, however, and she is dragged off by enormous metallic guards and put to death as well.
… All of you are wearing your cool new outfits, by the way. Please describe them in the next tag, for our enjoyment. As you describe them, a voice from the sky rumbles.]
Welcome, champions. We’ve brought you here to see how you fight. If you succeed and impress us, you’ll be sent home safely.
[ Well, this is disorienting. You'd think that Garou would be used to being whisked away to another dimension(?), but honestly it takes him a second to get his bearings, glancing around the space tense and irritated.
Though maybe the others won't recognize him at first! Not because he's only in pants and a harness, but because he's got a mask on, which he doesn't love, but he keeps on for the moment. ]
Can't say I'm not excited to finally get a good fight, but first: what the fuck?
[ He glances into the arena, trying to get a sense of who their opponents are going to be. ]
[ Marceline is getting a sense of deja vu with waking up in a new, weird grey place, and at first she's looking up at the swirl of colors in the sky instead of the gladiators or her companions. It is reflexive to check for sun for her. Luckily her outfit covers most of her so it wouldn't be a major problem anyway. For some reason the skulls are also part of it and there are a bunch next to her. It's aesthetic.
Once she's done checking that and hears the announcement, she turns to see who's with her. Garou she has to recognize by voice when he speaks up since he is wearing his weird little bdsm outfit, but at least he can fight? So that's good. She looks at Kumon next and she.
[He looks around with a sense of "I don't know a singular thing that just happened, but I'm here now I guess?" Demons? Battles? What? He's in an outfit he recognizes but he's never personally worn before.]
Um... who are we fighting?
[And why?
Is this where the Residents got sent off to on Sunday?]
Pick your weapons, champions. It would be smart to stick to what you’re good at. Win two fights, and you’ll be rewarded.
[You notice two large chests open before you. One contains a variety of weapons. You instinctively seem to know what type of skill (speed, strength, intelligence, charisma, wisdom) will work best with each weapon. The second chest contains spray cans in a variety of colors. You may pick one. You don’t know what these do, but you know that if you spray them onto your teeth, something will happen.
Choose your weapons: bat with nails innit (strength), chainsaw with blades on both ends (strength), throwing knives made out of broken glass and sheet weapons (dex), taser (dex), cool guitar (cha), glock (wis), or Magic Book but it’s actually a Blu-ray DVD case of M*d M*x: F*ry Road (int).
[ Garou also notices Kumon is here, and hm, bad. ]
Maybe this is all a game?
[ He glances at the weapons with a bit of disdain, since he typically only fights with his fists, but he picks up the chainsaw since—last time he tried, he couldn't land a punch to save his life, so he's not going to take any chances.
He also picks up the blue spray can, though he doesn't spray it onto his teeth yet. Will definitely wait to see what happens when the other two do it first. ]
[ marcy looks at where the other gladiators got sentenced to death ]
I think this is just a dungeon. [ which is logical in adventure time and nowhere else. marceline has to pick the guitar because of this, and also because it's just a super cool guitar and she likes those. also her charisma stat. ] A weird prism one that's beaming knowledge into our skulls and saying I should spray paint on my teeth.
[ if she's going to do that she's picking the red can, because then at least she can eat it. that's the logic. ]
This looks more like a "fight your way out" situation. [Other this looks a lot more like a gladiatorial ring to him. Which tends towards more "fight to the death" than "it's just a game, bro". Don't dungeons usually involve more exploring first? Running into monsters? Leveling up?
He will pick up the throwing knives, because he definitely already knows how to throw things, even if they're not exactly this shape.
He'll pick up the purple one, and give it a spray on his teeth. Why not? Things are already strange!]
[ Nothing seems to happen yet for Kumon. He just has purple paint all over his teeth. I suppose that’s on me, I said you could use it but maybe not to save it for the actual battle, but I do appreciate his fighting spirit.
As soon as they finish picking their weapons and sprays, the crowd begins to roar again - a low hiss and then a stomping chant of MORE! MORE! MORE! They can see now, hanging high above the arena in a twisted metal cage, a familiar face (or, from this distance, maybe pair of wings). Demons from the stands are taking pot shots with arrows and stones. In the stands, sitting in a royal viewing booth is a pink friend. She’d probably be having more fun if she didn’t have a sword at her throat by a demon holding her captive. There’s like, some guy being dragged by the ankles out of the arena, totally limp.
The arena is cleared from the last fight except for streaks of bright, colorful blood across the ground and the kicked up dust. Enough to make you cough as the metal gates creak open with an ominous groan of metal. You are free to walk into the arena. More than free, actually, there’s a few demons around you that are pushing and shoving you in so they can quickly close the gate behind you again.
On the other side, an equally rusty gate opens and steps a group of four, all looking equally as homoerotic and menacing as yourselves right now: a man in a cloak of leather straps, cracking his knuckles as he walks in. A younger looking woman with dark hair and a terrifying oni mask, holding a massive book, the spine lined with spikes. A half-man, half-dinosaur, long bright blue tail sweeping as he sniffs the air for fresh blood, claws at the ready. Lastly, a guy on a fucking horse gallops into the arena. Straight for all of you?
In the chaos, you might almost miss as the booming voice once more shouts:
[ At least their objective is clear, even if there's absolutely no indication of why they're here or how they're going to get out. Maybe this is just the next stage in their weird journey? Whatever it is, Garou goes immediately tense at seeing Clarte, Bubblegum and Kazunari. ]
Shit.
[ Well, no time to think since Prince Charming is coming at them. He shoves his paint can in the pocket of his cargo pants, and offers just a quick word to Kumon, ] Don't get too eager. [ before charging forward, yanking the chainsaw on and skidding low against the ground so that he can swipe at the horses legs.
He actually has no idea if Marceline can fight, but she's some sort of... creature, right? So probably? ]
[ marceline turns back to hiss at the demons pushing them forward in a very useful move, but she's quickly distracted by the people currently taken hostage. or well. one in particular. ]
Bonnie!!!
[ i am incredibly sorry to kumon who is being left behind completely as she rushes forward. she does a sweet knee slide to dodge the guy on the horse while he's distracted by garou's chainsaw before she continues running! where is she going!
it does not matter because she reaches the next person in line trying to murder them, which would be leather cloak man, and she without hesitation plays a SWEET TUNE on her sick guitar axe and uses a fire damage spell straight for his face. she has the coolest weapon. ]
Get out of my way!
[ her voice is a bit of a demonic growl. that's normal and fine. ]
[Okay well, they are being pushed out into the arena, and he's not a big fan of that. He's even less of a fan of seeing Kazu being dragged out and apparently limp?
He's sure he doesn't have memories of anything like this happening to any of his friends, but he has daggers? Right? And he shouldn't be too eager, because Garou definitely knows how to fight more than he does but-
There's no way he can just stand here and do nothing. He barely has time to register what's happening around him before he commits to throwing his daggers at the person on the horse.]
[ First: cargo pants? If he was accurate, it'd be a banana hammock. Mod decree. But anyway did you think I was gonna start this Mad Max CYOA, give y'all cool weapons, and not let the opening move of your fight be to chainsaw the legs off a horse?
Because that's what happens. Garou chainsaws the legs right off that horse in a huge spray of blood to a defeaning roar from the crowd. The body of the horse keeps going with the momentum, sending the rider to the ground in a crashing heap of dust and ... whinnying. From the legless horse. What the fuck you guys. The rider is quite mad that you've Done This to his horse, rolling over where he's splayed on the ground and firing ... bullets? Out of his hands. They'll zip right by Garou, missing him, but a few will graze along Kumon's arm and shoulder right after he throws his knives - impaling them into the man with a sickening thunk. He looks pretty close to death now.
Marcy, distracted by gay feelings though, tries to aim at the man in the leather cape - who raises his hands and summons flashes of light around himself, preparing a spell. Before she shoots fire off ... directly at herself. Hey, dummy? Aim it at the enemy? It'll hurt kinda bad. I guess I'll let you decide how much hair she has left.
The dino-man is still stalking the edges of the arena, but after a calculating look, starts making a running dash towards Marcy, with his claws out. The girl with the book stays further back - rapidly flipping through pages until she finds what she's looking for. Energy glows around the rider on the ground, and his wounds start to close, leaving him looking much less close to death.
The horse is pretty much still dead though. So good job on that.]
[ Sorry Garou, but Marcy manages to grab the last of the healing water quicker. The demons are flooding the arena again to clear it as quickly - there's a low rumble in the distance, from the other side that you can start to hear. The victors of the last battle are lost in the shuffle for a moment, but since you aren't destroying the gate again, you can't see more for the time being. You see green energy dart off - healing spells, maybe? Flying demons swoop in to pick up limp bodies, soaring off and away, and others are dragged by the ankles out of sight. It's only a flash of a moment before ...
Part 3 begins.
Who will be our new Champions? Lets find out!
The voice booms so loudly that it rattles your rib cages. The gate, broken as it is, limps open. You are invited to enter the arena. Take your revenge.]
[ While you're all arguing with each other over water (wow, welcome to my mad max cyoa!) - things ... are happening. Such main character disease to think the world stops while you all argue, huh?
Hot Pants, Vin, and Ryunosuke are stepping back into the arena, looking angry. Rage-filled. Maybe the same as you right now. Ryunosuke starts to twist his hands around forming a spell between them and with a glow of crystalline and an anguished cry, power seems to flood his body. his body begins to morph and change. you see him bend forward and begin to grow, his skin begin to turn white and his jaw grow sharp teeth, stretching out into a sickening, furious grin. his hands and legs begin to curve under him, at first looking like some kind of four-legged creature, but then they widen as though forming wheels. his eyes grow large and begin to glow brightly with some light from within.
before you, powerful and furious, is the new ryunosuke is here. Vin scrambles to hitch a ride onto the side of the new and improved Ryunosuke, and Hot Pants, seeing Kumon start to falter, fixes her gaze on him. What will you do?]
[ He's going to need a second to absorb that which his Garou eyes are seeing because it doesn't make any sense. But then Monster Trucksuke starts revving up, and suddenly it doesn't make sense, but also it's probably going to kill him.
Cool. ]
Are we- are we going to kill them?!
[ So now he's decided to check in with Marceline and Kumon. Now, while in the crosshairs of a Monster Trucksuke.
He's not targeting anyone yet, but he will ready a dodge should the big boy come his way.
[ honestly. it's very weird and bizarre, but as a shapeshifter herself, marceline's reaction to that transformation is to go sure, this might as well happen. she really does miss being able to transform into whatever. this is unfair.
garou asks that, though, and marceline snaps: ]
Obviously!
[ she does not have any hesitation about it! sometimes people you don't know that well murder your friends and now you will murder them. that is just how life is. she is a little blinded by anger, maybe? anyway she isn't paying attention to the other two yet, something super helpful as a buff and healing mage, and she instead rushes off to the side of caruhudo, aiming a fire spell at the passenger vin hanging off of it.
[It's a good thing Garou isn't asking the normie for murder permissions.
Mankai Company might be 100% "This might as well happen", but even he gets shaken out of his bad vibes when he sees a monster truck man. Manstertruck? What the fuckie. He never thought he'd see that irl.
He might not know what's going on, but he is a fairly obedient boy, so when Marcy makes the decision to fight- then okay. Here they go.
He throws his daggers and sends them Hot Pants's way. Is it revenge or is it just desperately trying to find something useful to do? Hopefully this manages to throw her off a bit.
[ Well, I'll say they certainly are trying to kill you guys. Do you want to die here, in the dust stained with the blood of your friends, or maybe earn your prize ... ? If you want something badly enough, you'll have to fight for it.
The monster truck revs with a shriek of rubber, and defeaningly loud honking and it slams on the gas so hard it lifts the front tires into the air. As Garou dodges out of the way, its headlights seem to flicker and it swerves at the last second to roll one enormous wheel right over him, crushing him into the sand, before driving off, carried by its own momentum. He'll feel his ribs bend, the crushing blow doing a good chunk of harm. Vin, hanging off the side, tosses a knife at him too, but it whizzes right past his head harmlessly, landing with a thunk into the dirt. Lucky you?
Vin's made a mistake though, forgetting about Marceline - her guitar strums a wicked chord and sends out a burning flash of fire, sizzling and crackling at Vin's skin and clothes, making her hiss in pain. Looks like she figured out how to aim that thing.
Kumon! Hot Pants is striding towards him in a full run, the bat pulled back - still dripping with blood - as he aims his knives with deadly precious, landing them with a satisfying thunk thunk thunk into her, sending her stumbling back. Not quite enough to entirely stop her swing, it grazes the edge of his arm with her bat, pulling a surface wound into his shoulder.
[ Okay, yeah. Eat shit. Garou had been prepared for this place to turn into a battle royale from day one, and two weeks isn't enough to make him so soft that their lives are more important than his.
He launches out of where he'd been run into the ground, grabbing the blue spray can in his pocket that is hopefully still in tact and letting off a load into his mouth, before dropping the metal to the ground and picking up his chainsaw. His ribs crackle pain up his spine as he inhales, but it's good. It makes him absolutely furious as he takes off after Monster Trucksuke, swiping at the wheels with his chainsaw.
which is to say finding out they don't care about attacking them does not change her pov at all she was already aggro. she is not quite coming down from rage but she IS keeping a mild eye on the other two to see how they're faring, if only because they are dealing with the other opponents who are in her way to bubblegum. they seem okay without inspiration or healing right now, so. why not? why shouldn't she keep sending fire spells towards vin? burning her into a corpse melted on ryusucar's decal isn't her favored method of murder, but if it works.
It's also just much easier to go forward when there's some kind of plan, even if that plan is very murderous and he's going to have horrible nightmares about all of this later. Here they are with their murder plan.
He winces as the bat hits him, and redoubles his resolve to throw these knives at her.
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You are standing in a fenced in area near a massive arena, made of twisted metal that forms a colossal dome. The ground you’re standing on is a dirty pale gray, and it kicks up dust as you walk, a chalky dust that covers everything around you. The arena is also gray with dust, most things appear to have been made out of pieces of slightly rusted sheet metal, but it’s hard to tell because it’s splattered in various neon colored paints and designs. The sky above you is a swirling, unnatural whirl of colors, like paint being spilled. There’s a cloudy gray, but neon colored clouds swirl within. The arena is surrounded by stands, which are crowded with inhuman faces, gnashing teeth and spiky outfits. They’re far away, but you can make out a crowd of colorful monsters and demons, all brightly neon colored and cheering for blood.
In the arena at present, two groups of three demons are fighting each other. You watch as a red demon summons a barrage of scarlet colored missiles, which strike a yellow demon holding a mace, sending them bleeding on the ground. A purple demon plays a harpsichord constructed from metal pipes, and the green demon by her side appears to grow larger in size and summons a green hail. One team is victorious, and the crowd cheers and hollers as they finish off the losing team. The green member of the victorious team doesn’t seem to want to finish off the yellow demon, however, and she is dragged off by enormous metallic guards and put to death as well.
… All of you are wearing your cool new outfits, by the way. Please describe them in the next tag, for our enjoyment. As you describe them, a voice from the sky rumbles.]
Welcome, champions. We’ve brought you here to see how you fight. If you succeed and impress us, you’ll be sent home safely.
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Though maybe the others won't recognize him at first! Not because he's only in pants and a harness, but because he's got a mask on, which he doesn't love, but he keeps on for the moment. ]
Can't say I'm not excited to finally get a good fight, but first: what the fuck?
[ He glances into the arena, trying to get a sense of who their opponents are going to be. ]
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Once she's done checking that and hears the announcement, she turns to see who's with her. Garou she has to recognize by voice when he speaks up since he is wearing his weird little bdsm outfit, but at least he can fight? So that's good. She looks at Kumon next and she.
Hm. ]
Well. This might be a problem.
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Um... who are we fighting?
[And why?
Is this where the Residents got sent off to on Sunday?]
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Pick your weapons, champions. It would be smart to stick to what you’re good at. Win two fights, and you’ll be rewarded.
[You notice two large chests open before you. One contains a variety of weapons. You instinctively seem to know what type of skill (speed, strength, intelligence, charisma, wisdom) will work best with each weapon. The second chest contains spray cans in a variety of colors. You may pick one. You don’t know what these do, but you know that if you spray them onto your teeth, something will happen.
Choose your weapons: bat with nails innit (strength), chainsaw with blades on both ends (strength), throwing knives made out of broken glass and sheet weapons (dex), taser (dex), cool guitar (cha), glock (wis), or Magic Book but it’s actually a Blu-ray DVD case of M*d M*x: F*ry Road (int).
Choose your spray can: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, chrome, pink.]
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Maybe this is all a game?
[ He glances at the weapons with a bit of disdain, since he typically only fights with his fists, but he picks up the chainsaw since—last time he tried, he couldn't land a punch to save his life, so he's not going to take any chances.
He also picks up the blue spray can, though he doesn't spray it onto his teeth yet. Will definitely wait to see what happens when the other two do it first. ]
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I think this is just a dungeon. [ which is logical in adventure time and nowhere else. marceline has to pick the guitar because of this, and also because it's just a super cool guitar and she likes those. also her charisma stat. ] A weird prism one that's beaming knowledge into our skulls and saying I should spray paint on my teeth.
[ if she's going to do that she's picking the red can, because then at least she can eat it. that's the logic. ]
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He will pick up the throwing knives, because he definitely already knows how to throw things, even if they're not exactly this shape.
He'll pick up the purple one, and give it a spray on his teeth. Why not? Things are already strange!]
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As soon as they finish picking their weapons and sprays, the crowd begins to roar again - a low hiss and then a stomping chant of MORE! MORE! MORE! They can see now, hanging high above the arena in a twisted metal cage, a familiar face (or, from this distance, maybe pair of wings). Demons from the stands are taking pot shots with arrows and stones. In the stands, sitting in a royal viewing booth is a pink friend. She’d probably be having more fun if she didn’t have a sword at her throat by a demon holding her captive. There’s like, some guy being dragged by the ankles out of the arena, totally limp.
The arena is cleared from the last fight except for streaks of bright, colorful blood across the ground and the kicked up dust. Enough to make you cough as the metal gates creak open with an ominous groan of metal. You are free to walk into the arena. More than free, actually, there’s a few demons around you that are pushing and shoving you in so they can quickly close the gate behind you again.
On the other side, an equally rusty gate opens and steps a group of four, all looking equally as homoerotic and menacing as yourselves right now: a man in a cloak of leather straps, cracking his knuckles as he walks in. A younger looking woman with dark hair and a terrifying oni mask, holding a massive book, the spine lined with spikes. A half-man, half-dinosaur, long bright blue tail sweeping as he sniffs the air for fresh blood, claws at the ready. Lastly, a guy on a fucking horse gallops into the arena. Straight for all of you?
In the chaos, you might almost miss as the booming voice once more shouts:
BEGIN! ]
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Shit.
[ Well, no time to think since Prince Charming is coming at them. He shoves his paint can in the pocket of his cargo pants, and offers just a quick word to Kumon, ] Don't get too eager. [ before charging forward, yanking the chainsaw on and skidding low against the ground so that he can swipe at the horses legs.
He actually has no idea if Marceline can fight, but she's some sort of... creature, right? So probably? ]
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Bonnie!!!
[ i am incredibly sorry to kumon who is being left behind completely as she rushes forward. she does a sweet knee slide to dodge the guy on the horse while he's distracted by garou's chainsaw before she continues running! where is she going!
it does not matter because she reaches the next person in line trying to murder them, which would be leather cloak man, and she without hesitation plays a SWEET TUNE on her sick guitar axe and uses a fire damage spell straight for his face. she has the coolest weapon. ]
Get out of my way!
[ her voice is a bit of a demonic growl. that's normal and fine. ]
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He's sure he doesn't have memories of anything like this happening to any of his friends, but he has daggers? Right? And he shouldn't be too eager, because Garou definitely knows how to fight more than he does but-
There's no way he can just stand here and do nothing. He barely has time to register what's happening around him before he commits to throwing his daggers at the person on the horse.]
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Because that's what happens. Garou chainsaws the legs right off that horse in a huge spray of blood to a defeaning roar from the crowd. The body of the horse keeps going with the momentum, sending the rider to the ground in a crashing heap of dust and ... whinnying. From the legless horse. What the fuck you guys. The rider is quite mad that you've Done This to his horse, rolling over where he's splayed on the ground and firing ... bullets? Out of his hands. They'll zip right by Garou, missing him, but a few will graze along Kumon's arm and shoulder right after he throws his knives - impaling them into the man with a sickening thunk. He looks pretty close to death now.
Marcy, distracted by gay feelings though, tries to aim at the man in the leather cape - who raises his hands and summons flashes of light around himself, preparing a spell. Before she shoots fire off ... directly at herself. Hey, dummy? Aim it at the enemy? It'll hurt kinda bad. I guess I'll let you decide how much hair she has left.
The dino-man is still stalking the edges of the arena, but after a calculating look, starts making a running dash towards Marcy, with his claws out. The girl with the book stays further back - rapidly flipping through pages until she finds what she's looking for. Energy glows around the rider on the ground, and his wounds start to close, leaving him looking much less close to death.
The horse is pretty much still dead though. So good job on that.]
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PART 3
Part 3 begins.
Who will be our new Champions? Lets find out!
The voice booms so loudly that it rattles your rib cages. The gate, broken as it is, limps open. You are invited to enter the arena. Take your revenge.]
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Garou has focused his ire on Kumon unfortunately, noticing the water on his face and putting two and two together. ]
You couldn't keep it together while sitting here with your thumb up your ass? We had to waste water on giving you a wake up call?
[ Grabs him by the front of the shirt. ]
You absolute goddamn weakling.
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[ this upset yell is directed somehow both at garou and the voice as marcy swings the axe around to get it ready, taking out the spraypaint ]
Do whatever you want, I'm getting Bonnie back. I'll rip them all apart!
[ it's growled a little demonically as she steps out into the arena. remember when we had a strategy. haha. rip ]
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He's easily picked up as he flinches in the face of Garou's words. Everything he's saying is true, after all. ]
I'm sorry...
[ It's not enough it's never enough, all he's ever done is disappoint people. It's not changing here. ]
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Hot Pants, Vin, and Ryunosuke are stepping back into the arena, looking angry. Rage-filled. Maybe the same as you right now. Ryunosuke starts to twist his hands around forming a spell between them and with a glow of crystalline and an anguished cry, power seems to flood his body. his body begins to morph and change. you see him bend forward and begin to grow, his skin begin to turn white and his jaw grow sharp teeth, stretching out into a sickening, furious grin. his hands and legs begin to curve under him, at first looking like some kind of four-legged creature, but then they widen as though forming wheels. his eyes grow large and begin to glow brightly with some light from within.
before you, powerful and furious, is the new ryunosuke is here. Vin scrambles to hitch a ride onto the side of the new and improved Ryunosuke, and Hot Pants, seeing Kumon start to falter, fixes her gaze on him. What will you do?]
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What the FUCK?!
[ He's going to need a second to absorb that which his Garou eyes are seeing because it doesn't make any sense. But then Monster Trucksuke starts revving up, and suddenly it doesn't make sense, but also it's probably going to kill him.
Cool. ]
Are we- are we going to kill them?!
[ So now he's decided to check in with Marceline and Kumon. Now, while in the crosshairs of a Monster Trucksuke.
He's not targeting anyone yet, but he will ready a dodge should the big boy come his way.
spoon 🖕 garou Roll: [14] Result: 14 ]
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garou asks that, though, and marceline snaps: ]
Obviously!
[ she does not have any hesitation about it! sometimes people you don't know that well murder your friends and now you will murder them. that is just how life is. she is a little blinded by anger, maybe? anyway she isn't paying attention to the other two yet, something super helpful as a buff and healing mage, and she instead rushes off to the side of caruhudo, aiming a fire spell at the passenger vin hanging off of it.
zia bat marceline Roll: [9] Result: 9 ]
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Mankai Company might be 100% "This might as well happen", but even he gets shaken out of his bad vibes when he sees a monster truck man. Manstertruck? What the fuckie. He never thought he'd see that irl.
He might not know what's going on, but he is a fairly obedient boy, so when Marcy makes the decision to fight- then okay. Here they go.
He throws his daggers and sends them Hot Pants's way. Is it revenge or is it just desperately trying to find something useful to do? Hopefully this manages to throw her off a bit.
Mira ⚾ 9mon Hyodo Roll: [17] Result: 17]
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The monster truck revs with a shriek of rubber, and defeaningly loud honking and it slams on the gas so hard it lifts the front tires into the air. As Garou dodges out of the way, its headlights seem to flicker and it swerves at the last second to roll one enormous wheel right over him, crushing him into the sand, before driving off, carried by its own momentum. He'll feel his ribs bend, the crushing blow doing a good chunk of harm. Vin, hanging off the side, tosses a knife at him too, but it whizzes right past his head harmlessly, landing with a thunk into the dirt. Lucky you?
Vin's made a mistake though, forgetting about Marceline - her guitar strums a wicked chord and sends out a burning flash of fire, sizzling and crackling at Vin's skin and clothes, making her hiss in pain. Looks like she figured out how to aim that thing.
Kumon! Hot Pants is striding towards him in a full run, the bat pulled back - still dripping with blood - as he aims his knives with deadly precious, landing them with a satisfying thunk thunk thunk into her, sending her stumbling back. Not quite enough to entirely stop her swing, it grazes the edge of his arm with her bat, pulling a surface wound into his shoulder.
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He launches out of where he'd been run into the ground, grabbing the blue spray can in his pocket that is hopefully still in tact and letting off a load into his mouth, before dropping the metal to the ground and picking up his chainsaw. His ribs crackle pain up his spine as he inhales, but it's good. It makes him absolutely furious as he takes off after Monster Trucksuke, swiping at the wheels with his chainsaw.
spoon 🖕 garou Roll: [13] Result: 13 ]
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which is to say finding out they don't care about attacking them does not change her pov at all she was already aggro. she is not quite coming down from rage but she IS keeping a mild eye on the other two to see how they're faring, if only because they are dealing with the other opponents who are in her way to bubblegum. they seem okay without inspiration or healing right now, so. why not? why shouldn't she keep sending fire spells towards vin? burning her into a corpse melted on ryusucar's decal isn't her favored method of murder, but if it works.
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It's also just much easier to go forward when there's some kind of plan, even if that plan is very murderous and he's going to have horrible nightmares about all of this later. Here they are with their murder plan.
He winces as the bat hits him, and redoubles his resolve to throw these knives at her.
Mira ⚾ 9mon Hyodo Roll: [15] Result: 15]
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