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[butweneedyou]

When; Today!
Rating; Varied
Characters; Any and all,
Summary; It's a battle! Come see anon tackle the deities, and assist if you want! Some NPCs will be available to beat up, or beat up each other, or call for order!
Log;

They are more than just anarchy. They are violence engaged, although the violence is aimed at the deities more than at anyone below. The deities and the building, the office, the fount of what is wrong with this place.

They come with armor but weapons vary. The woman carries nothing but is fast, although what she does cannot be seen. The others, they vary, as well. They fight. They fight with the citizens, and against those who stand with the deities.

They fight to win.

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in a back alley somewhere...!

[subecho]

[ It isn't his quarrel, and the Captain spoke to let matters rest, but he's lived enough frustrations of late to share - currently, with by way of Exceedingly Sparkling Hammer aimed at a few of the watchmen who've given him cause.

(Presumably, by talking. Blinking. Breathing. What have you.)

Sadly, all is not quite as planned, because between his excess of electricity use and the one of the watchmen's weapons, he's managed to magnetize a number of metal objects that are... steadfast... coming his way.

Observe: the MIGHT of ASGARD.

Observe: the MIGHT of ASGARD running like hell from all manner of metallic kitchen appliances hot in his pursuit. ]

...no - no, no - not the sink - back - stay back --



[ ooc: ...please save the damsel from kitchen appliance foes, or keep him company as he runs? :( There should probably be about an oven, a sink, five toasters, a microwave, several manners of teapots, and a shelf's load in cutlery by now, with more to come. They should fall down / "abandon" the chase within ten minutes or so, but until then...! ]

[exaltate]

[ Ah yes. This man. The one who insisted on trying to eat the beast... of which she later learned was actually a rather harmless rodent. But details, details. She still doesn't have much of a pleasant opinion of him, but no warrior should suffer death at the hands of a toaster.

Or five of them.

It just wouldn't serve as a noble and awe-inspiring tale. ]

Watch out!

[ Not that the words do much good as the appliances come hurtling towards him. She barely has enough time to assist in defending him from them by cutting the nearest toaster in half. ]

How are they attacking? Have they become sentient?

[subecho]

[ He'd stop to give them, but, truly - ]

My thanks!

[ - running seems key. If he stops even for the moment, one cow-sized trinket hurls itself at him. But he's spied his rescuer, so he does what any man would: runs circles around her, hoping she'll slash more and more. ]

They are bewitched -

[ Run, Thor. ]

- or besotted!

[ Ruuuuuuuuun, Thor! ]

I cannot find blame.

[exaltate]

They seem rather angry. What did you do to them?

[ She can't imagine what a single man would do to common household appliances to create such rancor, but her imagination is supplying some ...interesting scenarios. ]

I assume it's another curse, but my own appliances were still loyal and silent this morning.

[ Not that it matters at the moment. She doesn't plan on letting him get bludgeoned to death, so she quickly raises her sword to deflect one after the other, moving from side to side as quickly as she could manage. ]

[subecho]

[ Excellent, the girl has strength, and with the help of his running course, she is given aim. If speed and endurance help, they'll do away with these projectiles shortly. ]

It's - [ huff, huff ] - the work of the hammer!

[ And he takes the time to raise it, because all hail Mjolnir, or some such. ]

Too much of its lightning seems to have given them upset!

[exaltate]

[ She tries to keep her speed aligned to this man's, gritting her teeth to strike down the appliances as they continue to attack with little reprieve. ]

I have never heard of such a thing. At least not with lightning as the cause. Are you certain it wasn't the wielder of the hammer who upset them?

[ Because she's met a lot of lightning-wielders in her day and none of them had been so thoroughly chased around and attacked by inanimate objects.

She's just sayin'. ]

[subecho]

[ Now, for that, he spots in his step, turning to stare at her - ]

You believe I make enemy of that-which-spits-bread?

[ - ...right in time to get hit straaaaaaaaaaight in the mug by a runaway toaster. ]

[exaltate]

[ She flinches, quite sure that was self-evident enough. At least, he doesn't seem to have incurred much damage from it. ]

A-are you okay?

[ Her approach is slow and wary before she suddenly jerks forward close enough to catch another stray toaster, deflecting it with her sword, though she knows her arm will be covered in bruises later for it. ]

Perhaps, issuing an apology will calm them. Now, is not the time to be prideful unless you're aiming to lose an eye next.

[subecho]

[ She's good with the sword. Sif will be pleased to learn it.

...meanwhile, Thor will just gape a little. ]

They are obje -

[ Another toaster heads forth - this one, he manages to... bat... away with Mjolnir, for all the additional current just draws the rest of them a little closer. ]

- cts. They have no pride of their ow - [ Wait. ] ...you. It is you. The mad woman. She who feared the wrath of a small, furred creature.

[exaltate]

[ She stops and ...yes, well, she was a bit mad that day. She can't begrudge him for remembering her that way, but the shame she feels for it is vast and unyielding. ]

...I'm sure it will please you to know that the creature was harmless, and my comrade and I adopted it as a pet.

[ She tries to stand a little straighter to compensate, but this is still quite awkward. Even more so with toasters hurtling themselves at them. ]

My apologies for whatever was said. I wasn't myself, but surely, you must understand the nature of this place well enough.

[subecho]

[ He will never again touch toast in his life. He should have known such human contrivance could only prove enemy.

Batting and combusting and tossing appliances aside, they seem (thankfully) to have almost exhausted their enemy. ]

Speak no more. All warriors have weakness. If yours is the rat - so be it!

[exaltate]

[ Oh. That is just not nice, especially after saving him from his own offended appliances. She's starting to side with them more and more here. ]

It-It's not a rat! I have faced bigger things. It was only in that moment that I believed them to be threatening. Have you never been under the influence of a curse before?

[subecho]

[ He really shouldn't turn his eyes away from the toasters again, but, batting his lashes - ]

No.

[ - and then, smiting away an appliance, because hah, you thought you had him, didn't you, upcoming ladle? Didn't you? ]

Truth told, I do not hold faith in that say. If we are cursed - where are our witches?

[exaltate]

[ What the ladle fails to hit, the butcher knife makes an attempt to move toward. Lucina manages to intersect it before Thor must be left to suffer with a very unsightly hairdo.

Also some missing brain matter. ]

If we are not cursed, then how do you explain all the unusual behavior and circumstances? Do you think we are all mad but you?