New Pork City

[pullsneedles]

With a great KSSSSSSSSH! the limo lands at the entrance of Master Porky's neon haven, New Pork City. The streets are lined with lively distractions and familiar faces, the people of Tazmily bustling about at the cinema or the arcade.

Boney nudges his owner's hand with his nose, giving him a comforting lick. Kumatora puts a hand near her eyes, scanning the area. Duster fiddles with a wall staple, itching to move but wanting to stay still.

Lucas soaks it all in, frowning faintly.

Where to?

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Re: The Story

[herr_bookman]

Autor blinks at Enzo and falls back behind him, tentatively raising his balled fists. He aligns his back to a wall and swallows, wondering not for the first time what he's doing here--and hopes to stay out of the way.

"Just so we're clear," he says, "this isn't a good sound, right?"

Re: The Story

[a1enzo]

"It's a stay-on-your-guard sound, I know that much."

Re: The Story

[pullsneedles]

"It's worse than that," Lucas goes. "That laugh is too familiar."

"That's one 'nwe' and eight 'he's," the robotic translator explains.

Just outside of the doorway, a monstrous man with jetpacks and two great horns instead of a nose hovers by the ladder, the familiar feminine robot spinning down from the ceiling.

"'Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you again,'" the robot interprets. "No, wait. 'Long time, no see,' Fassad says."

Lucas and Duster groan. Kumatora throws her hands against his head.

"Dammit, why won't you just stay dead?!" she howls in frustration.

Re: The Story

[a1enzo]

Unbelievably, Enzo sort of recognizes this guy from his prior visit. Except he had less brass about his person at the time.

"What do you think happens if we blow into him?" he murmurs to Autor out of the corner of his mouth, very much not lowering his sword.

Re: The Story

[herr_bookman]

Autor can't stop blinking. First of all, there's a man who looks like a flying opera singer who fell into an orchestra pit, and then a... metal woman?

"Er," he says, scuttling up closer to Enzo, for better cover, and looking around for Dinah. "My guess is one 'nwe' and eight 'he's. What is he?"

Re: The Story

[a1enzo]

"An enemy. He used to be human." As far as you know, Enzo. "Code knows now. Some kind of trumpet-cyborg?"

Re: The Story

[pullsneedles]

"'I won't tolerate you ignoring me,' Fassad goes on to say," the Interpreter tells the group. "'I have been remade into an incredibly, fiercely powerful, and dangerous ultimate weapon. Therefore, I will be absolutely, unquestionably be victorious over you,' is what Fassad says."

"Shut up before I punch you in what little face you got left!" the frustrated Kumatora howls over the rest of his words.

It's just as well. Fassad swoops in with an off-key music attack shortly after.

Re: The Story

[raptorcanaria]

Music attack?

Music Attack?

Dinah is stepping to the front the second he starts, and opens her mouth to sing back at him.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Re: The Story

[a1enzo]

Enzo, who has some experience with ladies with improbable noises coming out of their mouths, covers an ear with his free hand and gets as directly behind her as possible.

Re: The Story

[herr_bookman]

It's a beautiful voice, one any soprano would be jealous of.

Autor drops to his knees and claps his hands over his ears with a quiet shriek of his own. When he can think again, he'll wonder where the hell she keeps all of that volume.

Re: The Story

[pullsneedles]

Lucas, familiar with Dinah's mode of attack, gets to work repairing any damaged eardrums

Fassad's interpretbot, however, is not nearly as fortunate to get such care as Miracle Fassad is more concerned with scarfing down a luxury banana.

"ERROR! ERROR! TOFU DRIVE DISABLED! DAKOTA SERVER NOT FOUND! FORCED SHUTDOWN!" she screeches before falling into the sewer.

"I like your friend," Duster tells Lucas with a grin before viciously throwing some wall staples.

Re: The Story

[herr_bookman]

After Lucas lifts the pressurized ringing in Autor's ears, the writer creates some potential hearing damage of his own. He hurls two grenades at Fassad--holding off on the flash bangs so as to not blind his companions--and lights a third.

Pop-pop-BANG! The boy's amazed that the trumpet-man appears completely untouched.

Re: The Story

[raptorcanaria]

When Dinah's breath runs out, she throws herself forward, leaping into the air towards him, grabbing the end of one of the horns and using that to swing herself around and plant both her heels into his side.

Re: The Story

[pullsneedles]

And just as Fassad had ripped through Duster's wall staples, too! Poor man can't catch a break.

Kumatora rushes forward and gives Fassad the punch she's wanted to give him ever since he reared his ugly head once again.

"Who else wants at him?" she calls back with a savage grin, getting out of the way.

Re: The Story

[a1enzo]

Enzo slashes in with his sabre. "Anyone want any trophies?"

Re: The Story

[herr_bookman]

Statistically, Autor calculates that he has a very large chance of hurting someone else other than Fassad with his heavier ordinance. He tosses his third grenade back behind him, into the room where they'd come from.

He shoulders his bomb bag and watches the fight impassively, wondering if he should sketch it out while he has the chance. Well, there are always the flash bangs, he thinks. Blinding him could work.

"Eyes!" he shouts, and flings two below and in front of where Fassad hovers.

Re: The Story

[a1enzo]

Enzo's ex-roommate used to weld in their room. He drops back and clamps his eyes shut instinctively.

Re: The Story

[pullsneedles]

The other cry is, "PK Flash!"

With everyone shielding their eyes, Lucas supplements the flash bangs with his PSI.

Fassad didn't see it coming.

And from the looks of things, he won't see anything coming ever again.

Some feeble honks emit from his crushed trumpets and he stumbles through the air and lands face down in the sewer water.

Lucas, Duster, Kumatora, and Boney all still, each half-expecting him to fly up again.

Re: The Story

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah lands safely on her feet and one hand a short way away, having jumped free when things started to be thrown.

Now she stands, looking over her shoulder at the fallen Fassad. Then she shuts her eyes again before opening them, standing properly and turning to her friends.

"Well done, guys."