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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.

Comments

[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?