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

[Dr Midnight]

Bellowing like Young Frankenstein, Sven rips a movie seat entirely out of its concrete fastenings. The usher's eyes go wide as Sven throws it at him.

(rolls 11)

The seat sails through the air to the opposite wall, but the usher has cartwheeled across the tops of the seats to land on the "stage" thing right beneath the screen... right beside Conaill.

Lela rams tube up Tsunami's nose.

(rolls 15)

Again, she feels it would have worked if Tsunami hadn't devoted his time to dodging her over-the-counter health care product attacks. He twists away as she jabs the mangled tube into empty air.

Conaill ruins his movie prop scimitar, but thinking quickly, wraps his turban about the usher's neck...

(rolls 20)

...and flips him over. The limbs flail and the face goes enraged as the body slams into the ground. A cheer goes up from the theater.

"Oh... that was an incredibly stupid thing to do. But hey. You wanted my attention. Now, princess... you've got it."

The usher does a kip-up and begins launching lightning-fast fist and foot attacks against Conaill, Jet Li style.

(rolls 30 - ! )

Conaill blocks some of them, but they're too fast. A kick to the gut and a spinning backhand punch send Conaill into one of those really cool spinning horizontal falls. The usher takes the turban-wrap from around his neck and tosses it on Conaill.

"Here, wrap this around your head... you're bleeding."

 

[Conaill]

Conaill shakes his head to clear away those litle birds that would be dancing around his head right about now if this were a different Genre.

"Fine, I just wanted to throw you out, but if you want to do it the hard way..."

Conaill deftly catches the end of the turban wrap and swings it around in a wide arc. The silk cloth wraps itself around his head, again, and again... until the gold clasp with the peacock feather hits the middle of his forehead with just enough force to stick in place. It forms a perfectly wrapped turban! How the heck did he do that? He looks incredibly cool, but doesn't actually take any action because his Count hasn't come up yet.

A small drop of blood trickles from underneath the turban and down his left temple, but the mighty Sikh warrior's eyes narrow like one of those Bengal tigers you see on "When Animals Attack".

 

[Lela]

Sven reaches down to once again grab a seat, but, in his ire, musjudges what he's aiming at and grips a poor nameless lurker and heaves the tumbling mass of limbs across the theater to collide with--you guessed it--our mean usher friend.

 

[Lela]

Sven reaches down to once again grab a seat, but, in his ire, musjudges what he's aiming at and grips a poor nameless lurker and heaves the tumbling mass of limbs across the theater to collide with--you guessed it--our mean usher friend.


Lela waits patiently for Tsunami. While, as a rogue and a thief, she isn't known for her fairness, she doesn't want the title she's about to win contested.

 

[Conaill]

Conaill/Nemo takes a black tube with brass trim out of his ample coat pockets and swings it like a shortclub at the usher's head. "Gigi" is unimpressed as he notices that at this rate it's going to pass at least a foot in front of his face.

Then his eyes widen as the spyglass telescopes out and hits the bridge of his nose with a sickening crunch of broken glass and cartilage

 

[Horacio]

Well, today it wasn't Horacio's day... that damm Usher was too tough... Time to use another trick.

Horacio puts (again) his hand in his backpack and takes out a big cheddar cheese and a bottle of vodka. The Usher looks at him with big round eyes, he sitll didn't understand... but he will understand, soon enough.

Horacio thwos the cheese high over the Usher, and then he drinks a big gulp of vodka, filling his mouth with it. Then he takes again his lighter, and flicks it near his mouth while spitting the vodka. Like a true Dragon Disciple, a jet of fire is projected from Horacio's mouth... but not against the Usher, but against the cheese, that melts away and drops over the Usher, covering him with a smelly and sticky mass of half melted cheese...

Remember, no matter how much damage you do, it matters how ridicule your oponent looks...

 

[Krellic]

This is DEFINITELY the rowdiest cinema I've ever been in...

Krellic reaches for his tin hat...

 

[Breakstone]

After a rather long pause, Tsunami flips over Lela, planting his feet on the back of a theatre chair, then using its springiness to bounce off and tackle Lela from behind.

 

[Silver Moon]

SilverMoon and his wife are both getting upset at the carnage going on around them in the theater. He is upset about this distraction from the excellent film, especially since they are coming up to the great scene with the Ferris Wheel that the saw in the previews. She is upset because of the waste of a good block of cheddar, her being a cheese aficionado.

"I think I'll do something about this" she states, standing up again with the drop spindle and holding it like a Nunchaku. SilverMoon whispering to her "Dear, that usher is a skilled martial artist!" She answers "You forget, I teach at a Karate studio." "But you teach Reiki, the healing art!" is his response. She replies "Reiki, Karate, whatever. It's all about pressure points and energy use. I'll be fine." She heads up the aisle.

 

[Lela]

I think Sven may be a new client of Salor Moon's wife. Getting rid of those scars is important.