Virginia: Day 26, Prezidankal Coup
[[The doors stand close, looming and kinda greasy for when dem boys am arrive]]
DAVENFORTH: -HOL UP. We dem boyz.-
ROXANNE: -That us.-
DEREK: -looks the door over. huh.- We just bustin in?
ROXANNE: Looks weak enough like we could if we gotta'.
DAVENFORTH: Im takin my house back -He gonna kick it open-
DEREK: -SUCK MY DRAGON BALLZ BITCH CALL ME GOKU-
[[the door is so greasy and so easy to open that if Davenforth isn't carefull that kicking could make him fall into a full split]]
[[Upon entering the newly decked out captial of pimposity they will be faced with an intricate maze of mirrors. Oooooh aaaaah.... how annoying]]
ROXANNE: -Makes a face.- This shit is dizzying.
ROXANNE: Also ya'know always thought i wanted to visit the white house until now.
DAVENFORTH: -Takes off his mask and ventures in-
DAVENFORTH: I mean honestly fuck the white house but yeah it aint deserve all this
ROXANNE: -Walking in.- So weapons out now, or nah?
DEREK: -THE SWORD ALREADY OUT- ...
DAVENFORTH: -He brought rebellion for this one-
[[To be honest it's all kind of bullshit. And to make it bullshittier almost immediately there's already there’s some lanky cackling human slipping between the walls with TWO SWORDS. He flips them all around like crazy while laughing maniacally. This is the host. Where are your tickets?]]
ROXANNE: -Thats all the okay she needs, say hello to her semi-automatic, and a belt of reloads.-
ROXANNE: Mmm.
DEREK: -pretty hot roxanne. ngl.-
DEREK: ... Bro you need to chill.
ROXANNE: -Thanks, she tries.-
DAVENFORTH: Real talk
DAVENFORTH: How much you wanna bet ro pegs this motherfucker one shot
2SWRD: =Tazmanian devil noises, this is his real talk. He stammers and points a sword at them... they're tapped to his hands=
DAVENFORTH: Seriously
ROXANNE: Better at long distance but I got somethin' for this, one sec. -Shoulders the riffle and decaptcha's the hand gun she got from Eridan. Shes been practicing with this one too.-
DAVENFORTH: Kinda hot roro
ROXANNE: -There is very little time before getting it and then she is firing two shots at sword guy.-
2SWRD: =CLANG CLANG, looks like he knows how to use those swords... look out he's pointy and a banoodle and oh yeah he's in a thong with full body paint. Fellas, lady. Your welcome. SWINGS SORDS=
ROXANNE: -Gdi.-
ROXANNE: -So many levels of uncomfortable with this guy.-
DAVENFORTH: This voldo ass motherfuck well looks like its my turn -Raises his shades for a split second and winks at Rox before charging at this bitch and stabbing at him-
ROXANNE: -Shoots him a brief smile for that, but she is still internally so many levels of "Fuuuck this."- Fuck 'em up.
DAVENFORTH: Just gonna warm em up roro this is a team effort after all dont you tag team
2SWRD: !??!!?!?! =MORE TAZ NOISES, Crosses swords with Davenforth and raspberries nasty spittle into his face while gibberish speaking=
DAVENFORTH: -GROSS MY GUY. Tries to push him back.-
2SWRD: =He is a lanky thing so he gets shoved back pretty easy. Stops. Turns. Runs arms flailing into the white house. Making siren noises=
DAVENFORTH: Uh
ROXANNE: -Can she shoot him now?? Shes gonna try, POW.-
DEREK: Bitch. Wheres he think hes goin?
[[You can see his many reflections on the mirrors, if he doesn't get too far at least]]
DEREK: ... -starts breaking mirrors near him with the hilt of his sword-
DAVENFORTH: -Same tho-
[[The bullet crashes through the mirrors and now with other mirrors being broken the sirens stop]]
DAVENFORTH: I meant three shots
ROXANNE: Damn.
ROXANNE: Well thanks for the confidence anyways.
DAVENFORTH: You got the next one babygirl
ROXANNE: -Steps further in and smashes one of the mirrors with her boot clad foot. Feels good destroying government property.-
DEREK: Fuck yeah.
DEREK: -advances, smashing up mirrors as he goes-
[[They clear out the mirrors to a certain point but the deeper into the maze the mirrors seem to go liquidy then completely clear and watery. A troll woman strides out of the shimmery surface and steps down onto the floor. Her gown and hair are flowing in a way that's so effortless but probably has some effort to it and she just stares at these three bozos.]]
ANGSTGTH: =Sigh=
ROXANNE: -Um.-
DEREK: Oh shit its Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way.
DAVENFORTH: Fucking preps
ROXANNE: -SNRK.- Wow.
ANGSTGTH: =SIGH= yOUr outDAted meMes aRe so.....
ANGSTGTH: =gurgles= grOdy
ANGSTGTH: guEss yOu goTta, lIKe... dIe. or whaTEver =SIGHHHHH=
ROXANNE: Us grody? Ya' seen the whole capital lately?
ANGSTGTH: uGh yEs
ANGSTGTH: eVRy dAy
DAVENFORTH: -Captchas Rebellion and pulls out his sword that matches his brothers.-
ANGSTGTH: =UGHH=
DAVENFORTH: Whats the chances of you fuckin off and lettin us through you dont have to expend effort or die and i keep my suit clean fair trade
ANGSTGTH: =Tsks=
ANGSTGTH: uGh wELl i mEAn
ANGSTGTH: i prETty mUCh gEt... nOt suCky benEFits???
ANGSTGTH: so.... yEAh...
ANGSTGTH: anYWay.....
ANGSTGTH: =holds her crystal ball and it glows hotly before shooting WHITE HOT or... red hot or blue hot.... rainbow beams of light at them. Fires her laser=
DAVENFORTH: -Jet noise as he flips out the way-
ROXANNE: -Thats really cool, but also really deadly. She's gonna duck.-
DEREK: -oh shit, he zips out of the way too. damn magical goths.-
ANGSTGTH: =SIGHHHSS= jUSt.... no..... =Just die, she wants to get back to brooding=
DAVENFORTH: -Flashsteps towards her but flips over her at the last minute, aiming a kick at her back-
ANGSTGTH: =DOOF, goes ragdolling into one of the mirrors= uuuuugGHhhhhhh
[[She disappears into the liquid silver, bloop]]
ROXANNE: Nice shot. But also what the fuck? -How she do that.-
ANGSTGTH: =The same way she emerges from another one, shooting bright yellow heat beams at Davenforth= rUDe uGh i lIKE
ANGSTGTH: waSHed tHIS, iT's a pAIn to lauNder hERe =gurgles=
DEREK: Oh damn.
DAVENFORTH: -Backflipping for his GODDAMN LIFE-
ROXANNE: -Its rude to shoot beams at people. Although now that there is distance between her and Davenforth, Roxanne is shooting to disarm her of the use of her arms, how do you like bullets heading for your shoulder.-
ANGSTGTH: =They suck like.... big time=
ANGSTGTH: =Her shoulder jerks and she winces, clenching teeth atthe bullet in the shoulder= my tOp UUGGGGGHHHHH, i cAN't croTChet lIKE tHIS
ANGSTGTH: gOd
ANGSTGTH: =lifts her uninjured arm charges up the crystal ball here comes a rainbow fire party everywhere but directly under it=
ROXANNE: -WELP.-
DAVENFORTH: Sorry ro -Flips and FLINGS Roxanne towards the girl. He's gonna....try and dodge this fuckery with flashsteps????-
ROXANNE: -DUDE.-
ANGSTGTH: =WHY? HER PERSONAL SPACE?? Doof! That startles her enough that the crystal ball goes wobbling out of her hands= oh my gOOOOOOOOOOOOOd! =Today is just... #TheWorst=
ROXANNE: -But also sort of thanks. well if she is going to be anywhere in proximity shes going clubbing with the butt of her hand gun.-
ROXANNE: -NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR BAD DAY LADY.-
ANGSTGTH: =AND she's hit in the face? RUDE.=
ROXANNE: -B)-
DEREK: -oh shit, slides to snatch up the crystal ball as it rolls away, after he TOO flash steps around the fuckery. assuming it doesn't just break...-
[[The ball doesn't break, it's just hecka warm. Meanwhile her mirrors are still liquidy and glowing and she's laying on the ground. Today. BLOWS.]]
ROXANNE: -Gently kicks her with her foot.- 'Kay that went alright.
DEREK: Ooo fuck hot potato. -bounces it between his hands a couple times before he sticks it into his sylladex.-
DAVENFORTH: -Skids to a halt, panting a little.- Alright lets go
ROXANNE: -Causally reloads.-
ANGSTGTH: uGh yOUr shOes aRe diRty sTOp >:(
ANGSTGTH: nooooooooooo UGGGHHHHHHH
ANGSTGTH: =Sighs and lays here, reciting poetry about her shitty day=
ROXANNE: What about goth girl here. -Doof punt pow. Keeps sticking her foot on her.-
ANGSTGTH: MMNNGNGNGNNG
DAVENFORTH: -Walks over and poises his blade over her face.- Occupational hazard
ROXANNE: -She backs up, hands up, giving Davenforth the space.-
ANGSTGTH: =SIGH= i mean =shrugs on arm= yEAh
DAVENFORTH: -Doesn't think about it, just stabs down. Then he lifts it back up, walking forward like nothing happened.-
[[DED]]
ROXANNE: -Gonna try not to commit that image to memory. Store it away for later, Roxanne.- .............
ROXANNE: -Cool shes good lets roll.-
DEREK: -whoops, he doesn't seem all that phased by this. it's almost like they've done this shit before.-
DAVENFORTH: Fuckin annoying holy shit -He keeps pressing forward-
ROXANNE: Mhm. How many of this side show freaks ya' think we gonna' run into?
DAVENFORTH: As many as we gotta put in a casket i guess
[[Here they are.... The end of the maze and an arch to even celebrate that. How simple..... TOO SIMPLE. Or it’s just simple.One thing’s for sure it’s dusty as hell over there. Do they not sweep here? Probably not.]]
DAVENFORTH: All this shit and still no housekeeping unbelievable i bet barack is turning in his grave
ROXANNE: Where are the standards.
[[There are none]]
ROXANNE: -Terrible. Where is the nation's pride.-
[[There is none]]
DAVENFORTH: -It never had it-
DEREK: -shimmies thru the arch... expecting confetti... or some kind of indiana jones style booby trap.-
DAVENFORTH: -Walks through-
ROXANNE: -Shes going through last.-
[[It’s never that easy, let’s be honest here. As soon as they get closer the arch starts to waiver and then SPLATS onto the ground making a mess of water onto the dust that was on the floor. They will get wet.]]
ROXANNE: -W hy.-
[[Party]]
DAVENFORTH: ! -Jumps away-
ROXANNE: Eugh. This hole place makes me feel like im on drugs.
DAVENFORTH: You think this is what bein on drugs is like
DAVENFORTH: Kinda close
ROXANNE: 'Dunno never did any.
[[ The dust absorbs the water and builds up. It bubbles ominously and from the muddy slime googly-eyed skitter critters start to emerge. Damn. Those are some big seamonkeys.]]
DEREK: Well I know what were doin when we get outta here.
DAVENFORTH: Okay nevermind definitely like what being on drugs is like
DEREK: …
DEREK: Huh.
ROXANNE: Im too old for-- .........jeez.
[[They look slimy and crawl over each other, skitter critters. Like giant beetle/crossed silverfish]]
DAVENFORTH: What the fuck actually
[[Clickity clackity bug noises as they climb all over the walls and on the floor. If y'all thought roach problems were bad here comes the monkeys]]
ROXANNE: This is hell. -Okay switching to the big gun for this, strapping the hand gun on her belt and taking the safety off her rifle.-
DAVENFORTH: Im pretty sure youre right about that -Eyeing these creatures and their surroundings. -
ROXANNE: -Shes gonna test popping one right between its many eyes. Please let it be that simple.-
[[Thery're here to crawl right up your leg Davenforth. Also Roxanne does shoot and kill it. It gurgle clicks into a mound of slime and releases a cloud of noxious gas that'll make any sniffers dizzy. The slime is thick and slippery. They're not even attacking. They just exist and crawl around]]
DAVENFORTH: -EUGH. He kicks them off and starts backtracking away, until he gets a whiff. Trips and stumbles behind Roxanne.-
ROXANNE: -Finally she kills in one hit. Thank god. Except there is no god, not here.-
ROXANNE: About damn ti--nngnh. -Woah head rush. Shes quickly covering her mouth and nose.-
[[The more these critters crawl the slimier the floors and walls get, the slime faintly has that smell effect but as it builds up the scent gets stronger.]]
DEREK: -covers his mouth quickly before he catches too big of a WHIFF but mmmmmnnggg. this is getting hairy as the fumes spread... he grabs his wobbly brother with his free hand, and while he still has coordination, shoves him across the slime down the end of the hall. IT'S LIKE A WATER SLIDE, DAVE. HAVE FUN.-
DAVENFORTH: What the fu--- -Goes sliding past all these slimy heckers.-
[[WHEEEEE, he's too fast for the bugs, they're not even worried about him. They're just being adorable sea monkeys]]
ROXANNE: -They would be cute if they didnt stink.-
DAVENFORTH: -Coughs and shakes his head. Pulling himself up. Looks back at Derek and Roxanne.- What the shit are you doing asshole
DEREK: -JUST OK HANDS AT HIM. you got this. meanwhile, he's starting to cough too.-
DAVENFORTH: DEREK
[[Fumes: Are noxious]]
ROXANNE: -She got to put the safety on her gone shes too dizzy for this shit. Also fuck standing, Derek mind if she leans on you a bit.-
ROXANNE: Fuckin'..
ROXANNE: Gotta' get over there.
DEREK: -wheeze. hooks an arm around roxanne's waist to support her and waves the other arm at dave.- BITCH MOVE.
DAVENFORTH: You shittin me right now youre in the middle of a fucking stank cloud
KURLOZ: =Walks up behind Derek and Roxanne. Looking Davenforth in the eyes=
KURLOZ: 👍
ROXANNE: -Wow because thats not creepy.-
DAVENFORTH: -Has he seen this clown before?-
KURLOZ: =At the college, he organized them arriving there. Your welcome=
DAVENFORTH: -You bitch-
KURLOZ: =Taps Derek on the shoulder, and will support his weight if need be. Move your meat sack before you pass out and he isn't hoisting anyone tbh=
DAVENFORTH: You die im kicking your fucking ass twice over -Ugh. he keeps running. Guess the Oval office is soon.-
ROXANNE: -Clown bro how are you not suffering from the gas.-
KURLOZ: =He doesn't breathe, easy= :o)
KURLOZ: =Nods and is gonna guide them on outta there to fresh air=
ROXANNE: -Also wraps an arm around Derek, they will stay up together dammit. What do we say to death, not today.-
ROXANNE: -Also nudges him to move his ass.-
DAVENFORTH: -Nyooming down the hallway.-
[[The Oval Office is trashed with graffiti, the presidential seal on the floor updated with the ICP logo. There are discarded Faygo bottles everywhere. There’s also just magical STARDUST piled up on the desk and on the floor. There’s also this BITCHIN spiral staircase to the roof]]
DAVENFORTH: -Stops to take a selfie.-
DEREK: -HE'S NUDGED.- Aight Im movin Im moooovin. -MOVES. WOBBILY. but he glances back at where his brother was. he didn't want him to do this alone... he don't trust that motherfucker to NOT do something stupid.-
DAVENFORTH: -Heads on up that staircase-
ROXANNE: -Stop talking and breathing you DINGUS. Shes still dizzy as fuck but shes doing her best to guide them after the clown. Also yeah she is also really worried about Davenforth...-
ROXANNE: -For once please dont be an arrogant bastard, friend.-
DAVENFORTH: -Literally no guarantees-
ROXANNE: -Dont.-
DAVENFORTH: -8)-
[[The higher he ascends the stairs the more obviously he can hear the sound of beat boxing and fresh, muffled lyrics. The smell of Faygo is stale and sickeningly sweet. Gritty special stardust leaves a trail and once he gets up there... there they are. Jamming away]]
SHAGGY: =Check his baggy jorts, check his high white socks, check his Polo slippers and probably blank white eyes maybe. Or is that the stardust in the air Homeboiiii =
VIOLENT J: -everything was blue... his jorts, his jants, his japris...-
VIOLENT J: -but there is definitely something extra unsettling about this pair as they slam back this wicked elixer. the larger of the two wipes away the sugar liquid dribbling down his chin with an ashen pale arm, trashy tats glowing with some weird energy. discarding the half consumed bottle, he turns to davenforth with blank eyes framed by pitch black makeup.-
VIOLENT J: WELL SHIT LOOK WHO'S PUNK ASS DECIDED TO SHOW UP?? THIS RICH BITCH.
SHAGGY: UH OH FUCKO JAY. THE MAD MEDIA SHIT TALKIN, STALKIN BITCHASS DUDE GOT BALLS. SHAGGY: FOR NOW, BUT NOT LONG.
DAVENFORTH: -Rests his blade on his shoulder.- Wow just wow im impressed honestly
DAVENFORTH: Tell me guys
DAVENFORTH: Howd yall manage to look even less threatening in real life thats a real talent honestly
VIOLENT J: -belly laughs with an unsettling, undernatural kind of growl underlying it.- HOMIE AIN'T AS CLEVER IN PERSON. YOU THINK HIS SPOILED ASS HAVE SOME BITCH WRITING HIS TWEETS FOR HIM OR SOMETHING???
SHAGGY: YO, WHAT YOU TALKIN ABOUT HE IS THE BITCH! =Laughs, it's gurgling and layered while taking one last swig of his elixer=
DAVENFORTH: Spoiled aww come on we all cant live in the lap of luxury getting raised by wild dogs in the midwest -He's eying them, studying them and this fucking...what the fuck is this glowy bullshit anyway.-
DAVENFORTH: Losin your virginity to an ear of corn man that must have been wild times
SHAGGY: DON'T STALL YO. CAME UP HERE WITH A PAIR THEN YOU TREMBLED EM DOWN YOUR PANTS SUIT, FUCK! SHAGGY: TIME'S IS WILDIN OUT, COME GET YOUR WHOOPINS MONEYBAGS.
DAVENFORTH: -He smirks- Youre gonna feel this pair on your forehead before this is said and done with
DAVENFORTH: Be useful and hold this for me -He chucks his sword at Shaggy and flashsteps out of view, appearing behind Violent J, removing his suit jacket and trying to throw it over his head.-
SHAGGY: =Thats a sword incoming hot, spins his arm up and suddenly long, dark and shiny ropes are in his palm. He spins them and jams his ass on out the way. Whipping the ropes on over for them ankles my man. He gon latch=
DAVENFORTH: -Oh what the fuck. That sure is a rope latching around his ankle. He's got barely enough time to draw his pistols from his strife specibi. Tries to get off a shot or two before whatever is about to happen.-
SHAGGY: =If Davenforth looks down, he'll see the rope is Shaggy's greasy, lopped off dreads. Longer.... stronger, gettin their friction onger=
VIOLENT J: -damn, man. this is the nicest thing he's ever worn on his body. it's easy enough to dispose of, turning to throw this jacket back around dave's neck. the combob of jacket and dreads is intended to push and pull him down to the ground.-
DAVENFORTH: -Oh fuck! He lets out a strangled noise. Yeah okay, breath is suddenly hard to come by, he misses that commodity. Alright new target. He aims his pistols at Violent J's face, letting out a flurry of bullets.-
VIOLENT J: -TAKES A WHOLE BUNCH OF LEAD TO THE FACE... which, realistically, should kill a bitch dead. but instead he just... staggers, touching at bullet peppered face paint .- DAMN! FUCKOOOFFFF!
DAVENFORTH: -Tries to slip his own jacket from around his neck-
SHAGGY: =It's okay man bro he got you= YO, YOUR PAINT JAY. HOLD UP! =Snags ropes again and is going to flail and body slam Davenforth on the WhiteHouse Helepad. TARGET CENTRAL YO=
VIOLENT J: OHHHHH SPLASHED! -says while face... oozes...-
DAVENFORTH: -Pain shoots through his body and he lets out a pained noise. What the FUCK man? He's trying to shoot at Shaggy now, to get his legs free.-
SHAGGY: =NOT HIS JORTS, he takes many bullets. One to the knee and stumbles. Davenforth can feel the greasy dreadlocks writhe and squirm in pain as he does so. But they loosen=
DAVENFORTH: -He pulls his feet free, tumbling back and taking the time to reload. Eyes his sword. Starts flash stepping around and peppering them with bullets to confuse them.-
VIOLENT J: -wobbles around rather comically. WhOoOOOOoOOA!!! the bullets are disorienting and he's taking a few hits, but it doesn't seem to be doing much to him... he just keeps oooozing from the wounds.- THIS BITCH IS SLIPPERY!
SHAGGY: =He's not really looking any better, a frustrated wet sound bubbling up in side him as he leaks.= THEN LET'S GET SLIPERRYIER! =Whips the dreads again then slams them on the ground and they branch out wildly in different directions. Where's your feetsies Dave=
DAVENFORTH: -NAH FAM. Stows his pistols and whips past his sword, hupping it up and slashing wildly at dread vines. Don't you fuckers play videogames?-
VIOLENT J: -ONLY BACKYARD WRESTLING 2: THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD-
DAVENFORTH: -GOD DAMMIT-
SHAGGY: =Speaking of the dreads leave grease all on that sword but also here comes this lanky motherfucker, he's coughing up vicous fluids but not befor he tries for a good grip On Davenforth, are y'all ready for this?=
DAVENFORTH: -Are ya ready kids? He EXPLODES forward, propelling this grease ass sword at Shaggy again and trying to slide under this gross bile. He knew y'all bitches was sticky, but greasy too? HELL NAW-
SHAGGY: =SHUNK, he gets stuck with the sword and laughs giddily spilling all kinds of sloppy fluids while this sord protrudes from his lanky frame=
VIOLENT J: -time to tag team this shit again. he's RUNNIN' IN to grab dave from behind. they're all slippery now... but if he can get a grip, he's taking him to suplex city.-
SHAGGY: =Its a sammich=
DAVENFORTH: -Tfw you thought you were sliding home free but some fat clown motherfucker decides nah you out. There's a slight crunch as Davenforth is suplexed. he lets out a groan as the world spins for a bit, but it's not too long before he's trying to recover, get to his feet so he can plan his next attack.-
SHAGGY: =Will he get that plan though? Here comes a chest slap, look alive vulnerable human. That AND he's rockin a sword better than you could. DAMN=
DAVENFORTH: -DOOF! Grabs the hilt and drives it DEEPER, then tries to force it upward, all the while they're slipping across the roof.-
SHAGGY: =HRK! SPLORTS more nasty fluids on Davenforth as they slip, the sword is inching upward that's for sure and he's gonna try to drive them right to the edge= CAN YOU SURVIVE THE BIGGEST BASS DROP IN HISTORY PLAYBOY? =His voice even more distorted and offkey with itself=
DAVENFORTH: -Smirks at him- Fuckin drop it -Jumps and flips over him, yanking the sword out, and as he's twirling overhead opens his legs and rubs his nuts ALL ON HIS FOREHEAD. When he lands he slices at his neck. Give him the top first.-
SHAGGY: =There goes the sword and also his neck he done gets sliced=
DAVENFORTH: -Catches that head in his sylladex casually-
VIOLENT J: -OH FUCK!!! ok, he's not laughing anymore. his face twists with paint and ooze and rage, running at dave with beefy arms ready to clothesline.-
DAVENFORTH: -That's a lot of big coming at him all at once.- Oh shit big babys mad DAVENFORTH: -Tries to duck and slice at that leg-
VIOLENT J: -well if he's gonna try THAT then he's just gonna jump to tackle him instead.-
DAVENFORTH: -My guy. MY DUDE. BOOMF! Davenforth groans as he's just crushed by this meaty oozey mother fuck. He's pretty sure he heard something crack. Not sure on who but it happened....-
VIOLENT J: -he's about to hear something ELSE crack. time for a good old fashioned beat down, fists 2 face.-
DAVENFORTH: -OOF OOF OOF OOF. His face is just eating these blows like sunday brunch and his glasses crack. He's not bein a bitch tho, trying to throw his own blows back.-
ROXANNE: -Fresh air had done wonders for her head, it was killing her but at least she could see straight. See straight enough to drag herself to another roof top anyways. She meant it when she said she was going to cover these boy's asses, Davenforth doesnt get off the hook just because of noxious fumes.-
ROXANNE: -Shes had enough time to set herself up, finger steady on the trigger, eye piercing through the scope. As much as it sucked to see Dave getting his face beat on, this was a great line up for a shot. Eat rounds, clown.-
ROXANNE: -Pulls the trigger and shoots a bullet for right between Violent J's eyes. Rest in rip.-
VIOLENT J: -that ninjette got him square in the noggin, and despite all the blows he's taken to the face, this one has his thrown back, off of dave and left a twitching mess. not quite dead -- but not quite
functioning
either. it's like he's trying to get back to his feet but can't quite make it without flailing. WHAT EVEN IS HE? MAN, MACHINE, SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY?? one thing is for certain, he's about to be DECEASED.-
ROXANNE: -Hes nasty thats what. She may also be quietly congratulating herself on shooting the juggalo president.-
DAVENFORTH: -Coughs and sputters up some blood, dragging his ass up standing. Goddamn, he must have one hell of a guardian angel. Everything is blurry, not quite right...oh shit is that sunlight? Maybe that's why his noggin hurts so much...well that and the tenderizing it received. At some point his sword left his hand, he scrambles for it, trying to steady himself. The broken frames on his face are thrown aside, his left eye scarred by broken glass but whatever. Despite the searing pain he focuses. His sword passes through J's neck like a hot knife through butter, and that's another skull in the dex. Everything looks like a JJ Abrams movie but he can tell everything's on fire, with no means of escape. Wheezing a bit and choking up another bloody loogie he leans on his sword. He's kinda fucked ain't he?-
DEREK: -NOT QUITE. thanks to clown intel about the white house layout, and after fighting through a few more bullshit obstacles, a slightly battered brother emerges from the stairwell a few moments later, zipping over so dave can lean on him instead.-
DEREK: Hey... Looks like I made it just in time. Convenient. -notices the sunglasses have been fucked up, so he offers up his own to place on dave's face instead. that's why he has them in the first place, after all.-
DAVENFORTH: -Leans heavily on Derek, wheezing a little. Thanks for the shades though, maybe the pain in his head will subside a little.- You asshole -Coughs a little bit more, spitting blood to the side-
DAVENFORTH: I knew you didnt want these hands
DAVENFORTH: So whats your brilliant escape plan
DEREK: Well we got a getaway vehicle waitin... Considering we arent being discreet anymore... Why not fly to them? -we both have to have hoverboards, come on...-
DAVENFORTH: -Wheeze laughs at that, except it causes him to cough a little more blood.- DAVENFORTH: Think i punctured somethin but sure why the fuck not wheres everyone else though
DEREK: Ridin around in an ice cream truck.
DEREK: -takes out the hoverboard and helps dave to stand on it with him- You good? Like your not gonna go flailing into the wind after we take off right?
DAVENFORTH: -Gives him a bloody grin- Come on dude what kind of scrub do you take me for these headless scrublords
DEREK: -snorts- Ok cool. -keeps a tight hold of him though... and then they nyoom, ice cream truck bound.-
DAVENFORTH: -See, look Qirin. He's alive!-
QIRIN: =somewhere she is making this face: :/ =





