[ENboards Boston Feng Shui Game] Six in the Chamber II: HONG KONG BLOODBATH -UPDATED!

[Dr Midnight]

Horacio scrambles up while the usher is laughing at Sven and dumps a jar of termites towards the usher's pants.

(rolls 9)

The usher's foot comes up and kicks the jar of termites up into the air, where it glints and casts a shadow on Cuddly Jack's face for a moment in time. Some termites fly out in slow motion, screaming as termites do.

"Hey, thanks! I'll make use of that in a minute. By the way- why were you carrying a jar of termites in your bag? You Europeans. Putting mayonnaise on things and carrying around wood devouring parasites. Tsk tsk. I'll deal with you after I've finished off the flesh toy over there."

Turns his head, smiling.

"OH, SVEN! INCOMING!"

 

[Lela]

Trusting Horacio to keep Sven safe (especally those amazing eyes of his) Lela springs forward flipping Buffy style up the theater isle. Her hands work quickly and she comes up a good 10 feet away from the master of the waves, stretching her hand straight out and giving a good, hard sqeeze.

The tube of chapstick she'd used earlier squirts it's contents across the gap and into Tsunami's own--somewhat less attractive--eye.


Meanwhile, Sven, having dropped the flashlight parts, stretches out his hand to catch the--now empty--glass jar. While some would be helpless blind, it seems Sven has had a lot experience working in darkness. His hand flies unerringly to the jar and, with a spin on his toes (in spite of the sticky goo on the floor) manages to release his momentom into the--now flying--jar which hits the usher of DOOOOOOOOOM on the ridge of his nose.

OOC: Doc, I hope you're checking your art thread. I popped a question in there this morning and haven't heard back.

 

[Sniktch]

Sniktch is sitting peacefully in the rafters when a flying sour patch kid strikes him on the cheek. He catches it, annoyed, but then examines it closely and pops it in his mouth. As he enjoys the pleasant sensation of his taste buds being seared off his tongue, a termite flies up from below and hangs suspended in the air for a moment before gravity takes over and pulls it earthward.

Sniktch's claw shoots out and plucks the termite from the air, and after examining it for a moment he shoves that in his mouth, too. Unfortunately, the combination of popcorn, sour candy, and termite proves to be an unpleasant one and the Deathmaster spits the entire mouthful down below.

It ricochets off the wall, and, gaining speed, strikes the flying jar as Sven releases it, knocking it to the floor with a crash. The half-chewed wad continues its unlikely journey, flying up from the jar at the moment of impact and heading straight for the bridge of Doc's nose...

Sniktch washes the taste away with a swig of madcap mushroom beer and goes back to munching his popcorn, oblivious to the chain reaction he has just set off.

 

[Lela]

 

[Sniktch]

OOC: Hey, I'm a rat-man; I can't help it I find termites tasty But not with Sour Patch Kids - that's painful, trust me. Don't try it at home Edit: much as I hate to miss any of this action, I'm passing out at the keys. I'll have to see if my attack hit in the morning

 

[Dr Midnight]

See, this is good... from Lela just posting that she flips "Buffy-style", I'm now using 3rd season Buffy as my face to put to Lela's posts. Hey, let me have my fantasies.

She flips perfectly up the aisle and pulls the tube of chapstick, then squeezes.

(rolls 16)

Tsunami only JUST dodges the flying chap-goo by whipping his head to one side. The chap-goo splatters against the wall behind him by the door to the lobby.

Sven, meanwhile, attempts to blindly catch the jar.

(rolls 3 total (hee hee))

Sven stumbles about and totally misjudges where the jar is in the air... and how full it is of termites.

Sniktch's curiously rubbery spit wad just bounces all the hell over the place, and hurtles towards the usher's nose bridge.

(rolls 13)

The usher's hand snaps out and captures the wad in a bundle of rags he uses for cleaning up gum and such.

"So messy. Just a minute, rat man. I'll get to you."

The usher's foot whips out towards the hurtling termite jar.

(rolls 19, and I'm not cheesing these, I swear )

The jar smashes in mid-air, and a hundred pissed-off termites spray against Sven's perfect face. It's only too bad that termites love that sour-sugar taste so much... they begin to swarm. Sven begins to scream as they burrow beneath his until-now flawless bronze skin.

 

[Horacio]

Damm, that Usher was tougher than Horacio had imagined, normal trick wouldn't be enough...

Horacio put his hand in backpack and takes a ottle of Extra Hot Mexican Chili Sauce. With a well placed movement, he throws the bottle to the hear of the Usher. Then, with a double flip "Buffy style but with a handsome guy instead of a pretty girl", he lands just behind Doc, takes a lighter and put Doc's head in fire

That chilli sauce is really infammable, my dear...

 

[Dr Midnight]

Horacio pulls some wacky stuff, throwing the bottle at the usher.

(Rolls a 1... that negative die exploded on you... twice.)

The usher continues his spinning kick, and smashes the bottle in mid-air in a spectacular display of hamstring-stretchin' prowess. The bottle explodes in glittering shards of red.

Horacio leaps forward, and his expertly-executed Buffy-without-boobs maneuver lands him right where the usher is. He flicks the lighter... right in the midst of the falling hot-sauce mist. FWOOF!!! A roaring fireball goes up, and when it clears, Horacio is all sooty. In that comical way. With a "what the hell?" look on his face. The usher ducked entirely out of the way of the fireball, and is laughing at his cajun-style attacker.

 

[Lela]

For ferkin heck's sake! Not cheating ba, can't trust a human (who above all else desire power) with anything.

Oh, and Sven reaches down and rips out the seat next to him (upsetting the lurker named dragonwallabe.5) and throws it at the meanie who sends things into his face.

That'll teach him.


And Lela fallows her chapstick in to proceede to ram the--smooshed--tube up Tsunami's nose.

OOC: Was going to wait for T to post but decided that the Dodge thing should count for something.

 

[Conaill]

With the afterimages of 6itC2:HKB! still flashing in front of his eyes, Conaill slowly regains awareness of his surroundings

Damn projectionist! Keeps showing the movie in 5 minute installments...

Connaill/Nemo decides to take out his anger on that rude usher that keeps making such a ruckus. He jumps up from his seat into the aisle, runs in between Lela and Tsunami (narrowly dodging a tubeful of chapstick in mid-air), pulls his scimitar and leaps at the usher from behind, intent to lop his head off

AAAAAARGH!!! <clink>

Conaill watches with consternation as the movie prop scimitar neatly folds around "Gigi's" minotaur-like neck like an avant-garde necktie.

Thinking quickly, his eye goes to the weighted silk turban wrap he is still trailing. With a flick of his wrist, he loops the cloth around the usher's neck, takes the ends firmly in both hands, plants a foot in the middle of his oppenent's back, and lets himself drop backwards, hoping to flip the usher up and over him, straight out the theatre's door. (Using an Action Die here! )