Phil sat on a nearby table, watching happily as the various characters drunkenly stmble about, making sure to laugh at their mishaps.
"Ahhh, looks like the AA's back to normal. Shame it took us so long to get it back to it's former glory." He said to himself as he took a long swig from his cup of water.
Frank dragged himself over to Phil."Er Phil, sleepy gas, night night." By the time frank managed to finish the sentence, the gas had knocked everyone out, including Frank.
Iji was the first to awaken from her drunken stupor with a pounding headache and her clothes smelling heavily of alcohol. Remebering that she was still liable to level the bar, she reassimilated the ammo from her gun into her nanofield.
Then she noticed the sleep grenade, still puffing out some smoke. Feeling that it would be nice to get rid of it, she kicked out through the hole in the roof. Yet that wasn't enough to wake up the others.
"This oughta work," she whispered. Iji set her weapon to Shotgun and fired several shots into the air.
Ragnorak leaned against the bar from his stool and watched as the heavily drunken AAer's fell asleep due to the powerful sleep grenade. Downing another scotch, he reached one long arm across the bar and poured himself another. Fuutatsu, sensing the slight taint in the air, created a current around him, removing the sleeping gas from his immediate area before he could breathe it in. He smiled slightly and silently told the kusari-gama to let it be. As the gas closed in, he downed his scotch and tossed it over his shoulder. Letting down his metabolism guards, he allowed the sleeping gas to work it's insidious effect, making sure he was almost asleep before telling Fuutatsu to clear the room of gas as soon as he was down.
When the monkey slid off his stool, a wind started up in the bar, ushering all the gas out various cracks and shafts.
Ragnorak has lived for thousands of years, and has any number of powers available to him due to this. His father, Helvinski, owns and operates the largest interdimensional warrior's school in any reality and he himself is the Dean of Admissions. He fights with power and conviction, wielding Katatsu (Dragon of Fire, katana), Hitatsu (Dragon of Ice, katana) and Fuutatsu (Dragon of Wind, kusari-gama) with deadly efficiency, as well as being able to summon every Final Fantasy summoning ever...as long as someone else isn't using it at the same time. As capable of striking from the shadows as he is, he almost prefers going head to head. He has almost no weaknesses, except legalese. The Corporate Man is his biggest enemy.
Samantha woke up, slightly hung over, and noticed Iji firing her gun upwards.
"Yeah! Let's play cowboys!" she yelled, pulling two pearl-handled revolvers out of her bag and shooting them at the ceiling until there were no rounds left.
Ganondorf had awoken from his drunken stupor in the corner of the bar.
"Ugh... what happened... The last thing I remember was getting a keg... Ow, my head..." Ganondorf rubbed his temples and then got up.
"Looks like all the trash is still here, and my new comrades... Meh, whatever, we'll deal with it later, I just hope none of my moblins or bokoblins saw me here..." MEANWHILE! JUST OUTSIDE THE BAR!
"Mph...*Snicker snicker* Dude, can you believe how drunk master Ganondorf got?" Said Moblin.
"Yeah, he went insane dude, oh we gotta show these pictures of him and that monkey to the rest of em." Said Bokoblin.
"Totally!" They high-five then run off. BACK IN THE BAR!
"Well... One more beer won't hurt. BAR TENDER! Get me something light!" Ganondorf said, sitting down at the bar stool.
Sorry I didn;'t do this yesterday. I was tired.
Hi, I'm Ganondorf, King of evil, Lord of Shadows and controler of the Triforce of Power. I control a vast army of moblins and bokoblins, but their total pushovers and more like distractions than anything. I am strong, influential, cunning and a master swordsman who weilds an unholy sword. I have an array of magic attacks like charging punches and kicks with dark energy, and shooting orbs of lightning. I can transform into the Dark Beast, Ganon, but only when in very grave danger. I am slow due to massive size but can parry almost any sword attack. Being slow and large makes me a huge target and I won't last long against a pile-on, and bursts of light can stun me. I like my drinks a bit too much and tend to be over-confident and proud which always leads to my defeat at the hands of an elf-boy with a sword and a little girl. I have soft spot for horses and cats. I like to go off on long monologues and I enjoy walks on the beach, cuddling with kittens at night, sitting on a throne and contemplatign what the hell is wrong with celebrities today, and burning villages to the ground with the help of an invisible monster with one eye and two floating hands.
"Ah SRPRA panzy kittens!" Frank yelled when he heard the gunshots. Getting to his feet, his head was spinning, what had happened? He retraced the footsteps he remembered, kegs, abuse... he noticed his gas mask nearby... sleeping gas! He had set it off by accident. Frank noticed the others firing into the roof. "Ah what the hell, CRAZY COWBOY!!!" He yelled as he pulled out his USP, detached the silencer and started firing, ignoring his blinding headache.
Frank hat emptied his clip, not wanting to waste any more ammo, he joined Ganandorf at the bar. "So, eerr, that monkey character, listen, I hate to be the bringer of bad news but some things kind of happened with the 2 of you." Said Frank awkwardly. "What are you getting at?" The villain enquired. "You.. how can I put this delicately, got your freak on, so to speak.
Waking with a start because of the gun-shots, Ram tried to gain his barrings. "Oh Thor, what a headache" he grumbled. He looked around. "Oh Thor, what a mess." He looked down at the half-naked Frenchman nuzzling his side. "Oh...Oh Thor...OH MY FUCKING THOR NO!"
Ram dashed from the loving arms and backed away, ducking when he heard Xandus' gun explode. "OH! You guys are shooting guns? That's manly! REAL MANLY! Let me show you my Manly SonotFrenchgayatall SHOT!"
"[HEADING=3]THOR'S FURY![/HEADING]"
With that cry a massive thunderbolt hit the bar, completely destroying it.
Amidst the rubble and fiery debris, Ram quietly coughed. "Eh, whoops."
"RAMTHUNDAR! This is going on your bill!" Joe roared, holding up a very long list of numbers and drinks.
"I think we ought to be leaving bout now..." Frank said, grabbing a few of the still-unconscious heroes.
"Oh Pfh, we're Heroes of Legend and Might! Why should we be afraid of hi-OH MY GOD HIS WIFE'S GOT THE BROOM! RUN!"
Ram grabbed Ragnorak and began to GTF Out of town.
"You go! I'll hold her off!" Sam ordered, because she hadn't done anything suicidal for a while. She drew a broom of her own from her bag and squared off against the barman's wife.
"Sam, no! I can't lose another friend! Not after losing Link like that!" Phil flew back and grabbed Sam under her arms, then carried her off after Ram and Rag.
"I won't let you escape!" the wife yelled, throwing her broom like a spear with pinpoint accuracy towards Ram. Sam squirmed free of Phil's grasp and landed with both feet on the broom, which vanished as soon as it hit the ground and reappeared in the hand of Joe's wife. She shook it above like an angry Tusken Raider, yelling things along the lines of "Ye'll get such a hiding next I see your faces, warriors of justice!" But it was too late, for the heroes were already out of earshot, running in a cartoonish manner towards the hills and leaving a trail of dust in their wake.
"But that's another story!" Said Frank, patting Ganandolf on the back as he ran with the rest of the heroes fom the gathering mob. "We need a distraction to evade the mob. Smokescreen anyone?" He said, pulling his gas mask over his head.
"Smokescreen? For what, we've only got the bar-people chasing us." Ram said, looking back to confirm his statement. It troubled him when he saw that, in fact, a lot more people then the bar-people were chasing them. Also, the number of pitchforks and torches had increased dramatically.
"DAMN! What the hell are they chasing us for?"
"I think it was the...er, actions that were done by the monkey and that new evil guy." Frank answered, ducking from a angrily thrown rock.
"OF COURSE! It was gay public affection with a highly evolved monkey! I knew I shouldn't have held the damn meeting in Tennessee!"
"So it's a 'yes' for the smoke-bomb?"
"SMOKE DEM HICKS UP!"
If you're a hero and still haven't posted yet, try to catch up if you can or just post that you were following us the whole time.
"ALRIGHT! HEY FUCKFACES, HOPE YOU CHOKE!" He yelled at the mob before pulling the pin on the smoke grenade and throwing it into the crowd. Frank heard a satisfying donnk as it his some poor sod's head before engulfing them in smoke.
Ram looked with satisfaction at the growing smoke-could, but knew it wouldn't hold them for long. "Itch or whatever," he said, looking at the Iji. "Can you use your fancy gadgets to find a way out? Perhaps some sewers or short-cut?"
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