Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-38232361-20200117110722

"Yup, that's the place." The punkish imp confirms.

Nerdly is about to speak up when Lulu bolts up the ramp and into the ship, hot on the trail to her not quite long lost sister.

"H-Hey! Wait up!"

As soon as the kobold ran off, Kreed and Cayden would hear Lia's message relay to them from right above their head.

''What?! How?'' Kreed calls back, looking up to see the floating bridge above them.

''I don't know. Some kind of magic in the fliers they gave us...''

MEANWHILE

Camilla stares at the Old World DE in it's vial, clinging tightly to her old childhood friend.

"What was the Order and HMEP doing using it in the first place... I'd never suspect an organization that hate mamono and old world monsters would even think about using such heresy to power and control their soldiers..."

She turns to look at him in a mix of awe and longing, getting a little tranced at the sight of his slowly reforming face, looking more and more like how she remembered him. She gently strokes the side of his jaw with the back of her fingers, the newly reformed nerves sensitive to the pleasant feeling of her skin against his.

"You look just like how I remembered you..."

MEANWHILE

Roxy gasped and covered her mouth, completely powerless to stop the genocide of "her people". The people screamed and ran, leaving the weak, the dead and the dying as they fled to the remains of the castle or the edge of the cake, trapped by the boiling chocolate lava around it to keep them from leaving their pastry prison. She looked away just as a group of the micro demons begain to circle around a crying and screaming sugar toddler kneeling next to the mangled corpse of it's mother. She braced herself for the worst when out of nowhere the Chosen Candy hero swooped down on a licorice rope and saved the child, landing safely and handing them to an elderly man that must have been their grandfather. The hero jumps down and faces the hordes, mowing them down with such ferocity and divine vengeance that their numbers soon dwindled till only the biggest and strongest dared challenge him or come near the survivors. Roxy peeks between her paws, staring with intent at the dinner theater that has yet to be finished.

"So who else wants to meet their makers?! I won't give up so long as I draw sweet air with every breath!" the sugar knight boasts, soon pointing his sword at Vernathoth as a challenge.

"Even if I must do it alone, I swear on our fluffy goddess's name! For my family and my people I will tear you to pieces Red Devourer!"

"Not alone!" a voice calls out, revealing it to be a band of heroes come to help him like a minature Fellowship of the Ring

It even was complete with dwarven warrior, elf ranger, wizened wizard and the gingerbread dragon. Newly rebuilt with frosting between it's cracks and fondant bandages. The chosen hero grins and turns to face Vern and his remaining micro demons, letting out a ferocious battle cry as they charged. Nearby, a wereshark waiter sees the battle on the table and groans in annoyance.

"Not again!"

MEANWHILE

(I mean the shitty puns. You will not believe how many times he takes the chance to make the absolute dumbest puns. His timing, impeccable. His taste, nonexistent. BTW, donated a total of a half-day's pay to the Aussie fires this month, hope it helps you guys down there.)

Benji chuckles and shakes his head, kneeling down to do the same for their old friend.

"Long time no see brudda… hope they're keeping you busy and happy wherever you are..."

He then places a single shot glass on top of his tombstone, filling it with their mutual favorite brand of whiskey before pouring one for him and Davy Jones, raising his in a toast.

"To Rip, the second craziest bastard I ever sailed with, and one of the most loyal friends a werecroc could ask for..."

MEANWHILE

(Sure)

Gwen grunts and chucks the ghouls mangled hands back and away from the door before sliding it shut and keeping it stuck with a hard slam.

"You trust too easily, one of these day's someone's going to try something when I'm not around to- sonuvabitch!"

She looks down at her uniform, the sudden movement ripping it apart.

"This is the third one this week! now it's coming out of MY pocket!" she whines, tearing off the ripped sleeves and leaving her in a tanktop-esque version of a police uniform before unbuttoning it down till only the very last one was the only thing holding back her melons.

"I swear they refuse to make any bigger sizes just to embarrass me..."

As this goes down where only the cop can see the titties unleashed, Bones Malones silently screams and gestures to Jack and the crew.

"You didn't see her?!?! How could you miss an ogre bigger than Derrick?!?! And you! You keep your mouth shut about the heists and dirty work they. Don't. KNOW about! This is it! I'm going to become a hellhound family's chew toy collection because of you nincompoops! Somebody better think of something fast, or I'm gonna-"


 * Expletively bleeps over the NSFL threats and descriptions of the excessively horrible thing he's going to do to them before he gets mauled to re-death by murder doggos.*