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It is time. [open]
WHO: Ryan [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yayashton] and whoever else wants to kick some demon ass.
WHERE: Close to Broadway.
WHEN: 03/17/09; about noon
WARNINGS: If your character identifies with the word thug, you're prone to singing and possibly attempted harm on Ryan's part.
SUMMARY: In case of an emergency, BREAK DANCE!
FORMAT: You can choose, I mostly just felt like writing.
There were about five of the things currently crawling the city coming down the street. Ryan stopped for a second to consider his options. On the one hand, he had a ticket to the 7:00 showing of Phantom of the Opera. He wasn't going to think about how exactly he'd gotten it, but he had it. On the other hand, these things were probably going to terrorize - dammit, they were already starting and that effectively pushed aside anything Ryan was about to do. Even if the show wasn't for a long while, Ryan still had to go get something to eat and then walk the rest of the way there . . . These things took time!
Time that Ryan had, but still. It was the principle of the matter. Then again, that was probably what he got for going outside when he wasn't supposed to be outside.
Ryan sighed and made a steel rod before walking toward whatever those things were. Actually, ugly. Ugly was what they were. And even though he was opposed to hurting people, Ryan figured that was the only way to do this. A little persuasion couldn't hurt either way though. Taking a deep breath, Ryan started to sing. It was loud enough for the uglies to hear him and it was laced with a very specific message: Hey, you thugs! Join me in this number.
"It's time to fulfill my purpose in life.
We are born with a destiny.
It's time to accept my calling -
To go on a ravenous killing spree!"
The uglies were struggling with the suggestion, Ryan could see it. It was about twice as powerful as his normal suggestions because he was focused on making a specific group of people sing. It was the same basic thing that happened in the cafeteria every time someone decided to sing at East High. The difference in effort was hardly noticeable, but the effect it was having on the thugs was remarkably clear. In any case, the fancy spinning tricks he was doing with the piece of metal in his hands were mostly for show. Ryan always figured the more badass he looked, the more badass people would think he actually was.
"It's time to finally take a stand,
Fight with my stump and my good hand.
Stop talking trash and kick some demon ass.
It is time!"
One of the uglies stepped forward, "Oh, it's time, Ash, but not for what you think."
They sprung into song. Ryan took that as a cue to break out into interpretive dance. Sort of. It was really stage fighting designed to hide the fact that he was actually hurting his targets, but no one needed to know that.
[ooc: long story short is that Ryan is only going after the people singing. You can come in to help him, you can be drawn in by the song, you can tell him that HEY MAYBE A SHOTGUN WOULD BE A BETTER WEAPON, ect.]
yayashton] and whoever else wants to kick some demon ass.WHERE: Close to Broadway.
WHEN: 03/17/09; about noon
WARNINGS: If your character identifies with the word thug, you're prone to singing and possibly attempted harm on Ryan's part.
SUMMARY: In case of an emergency, BREAK DANCE!
FORMAT: You can choose, I mostly just felt like writing.
There were about five of the things currently crawling the city coming down the street. Ryan stopped for a second to consider his options. On the one hand, he had a ticket to the 7:00 showing of Phantom of the Opera. He wasn't going to think about how exactly he'd gotten it, but he had it. On the other hand, these things were probably going to terrorize - dammit, they were already starting and that effectively pushed aside anything Ryan was about to do. Even if the show wasn't for a long while, Ryan still had to go get something to eat and then walk the rest of the way there . . . These things took time!
Time that Ryan had, but still. It was the principle of the matter. Then again, that was probably what he got for going outside when he wasn't supposed to be outside.
Ryan sighed and made a steel rod before walking toward whatever those things were. Actually, ugly. Ugly was what they were. And even though he was opposed to hurting people, Ryan figured that was the only way to do this. A little persuasion couldn't hurt either way though. Taking a deep breath, Ryan started to sing. It was loud enough for the uglies to hear him and it was laced with a very specific message: Hey, you thugs! Join me in this number.
"It's time to fulfill my purpose in life.
We are born with a destiny.
It's time to accept my calling -
To go on a ravenous killing spree!"
The uglies were struggling with the suggestion, Ryan could see it. It was about twice as powerful as his normal suggestions because he was focused on making a specific group of people sing. It was the same basic thing that happened in the cafeteria every time someone decided to sing at East High. The difference in effort was hardly noticeable, but the effect it was having on the thugs was remarkably clear. In any case, the fancy spinning tricks he was doing with the piece of metal in his hands were mostly for show. Ryan always figured the more badass he looked, the more badass people would think he actually was.
"It's time to finally take a stand,
Fight with my stump and my good hand.
Stop talking trash and kick some demon ass.
It is time!"
One of the uglies stepped forward, "Oh, it's time, Ash, but not for what you think."
They sprung into song. Ryan took that as a cue to break out into interpretive dance. Sort of. It was really stage fighting designed to hide the fact that he was actually hurting his targets, but no one needed to know that.
[ooc: long story short is that Ryan is only going after the people singing. You can come in to help him, you can be drawn in by the song, you can tell him that HEY MAYBE A SHOTGUN WOULD BE A BETTER WEAPON, ect.]
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A stop sign clattered to the ground not so far away, which made several of the uglies break free from his suggestion. In the back of his mind, he knew singing attracted people but it hardly occurred to him on a regular basis until someone brought it up. To him, it was just something people did - like magic or glowing green to other people - and he easily forgot the exact consequences of what his powers could do. Especially when they didn't behave quite like they did in his world.
"What kind of magic spell to use? Slime and snails or puppy dogs tails?"
It was, perhaps, not the best song to use. The glitter didn't do much and the snails were pretty much useless too. The point was mostly the slime. It made the area immediately in front of Ryan slick and slippery, which caused the uglies to slip and slide. Ryan took the opportunity to hit one and cause a domino effect.
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"Certainly an interesting ability you have there." he said before spinning quickly to knock out another thug. "Let me take care of the rest of them and then we should probably get out of here before we get over run by these guys." he suggested.
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He stepped back and let the other person take care of the uglies. But not before singing something softly under his breath. He could handle slime because it was no different than the waxed floors of East High. He wasn't so sure the other person could.
"It's our hearts little grave and the salt in our wounds."
A thin dusting of salt covered the slime. It would, if nothing else, create traction. Ryan was hoping it soaked up some of the slime, but sometimes what you wanted was not what you got.
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The moment singer-boy was out of the way Bobby began knocking guys out left and right, and then he hit where the ground had been covered in slime. The salt didn't help much, in fact it seemed to make it worse. The salt dissolved in the slime making it even more slippery than it was before.
For a moment Bobby nearly lost his footing but managed to regain balance long enough to knock out a few more guys before falling on his rear. "Ugh, groooooss." he groaned, slipping a bit more before he managed to get up. He'd dealt with plenty of gross over the past few years but slime would always be one of the grossest things.
Once back on his feet he made quick work of the last of the mutants before making his way over to the guy he'd helped out. "Man I could uses a shower now." he grumbled, running a hand through his hair.
"So, you always sing to your enemies?"