letsplayamurder | Wednesday Group Lunch

Entry tags:

bar mingle,
week 1

Wednesday Group Lunch

[Sometime mid-morning on Wednesday, the Eatery and Kitchen will suddenly be bustling with activity. First, the sounds of cookery start to trickle out into the hall, quickly followed by some delicious smells. If one peeks in, they might see Lebkuchen kneading dough while Cerejiera gives her some instructions on modern oven use. There are others chopping vegetables, and some point Ranma’s cooking something on the stove. Soon enough, food starts to come out and fill the table. Fresh bread and soup, various other dishes, as well as apfelstreudel and lebkuchen for dessert. To drink, there’s coffee (Vanity) and tea (Sayo) and some kind of fruity, delicious punch that combines peaches, grenadine and something almond-y, reminiscent of something familiar to at least one of you. At the same time, the table starts to be set up, plates and cups levatating through the air with alicorn magic while Aoi has been trusted with…the napkins. Once the table is mostly set, runners are sent out to invite (or strongly encourage, if needed) those missing to a lunch in the Eatery. Which is now for sure 100% safe from Rube Goldberg-esque accidents, courtesy of Alex.

So come in! Grab a seat, a drink, and some food. Time to get to know each other a little better.]

((BIG OOC NAVIGATION))

|| Introductions (Icebreakers) | World Basics | Investigation | Domains and Powers (Profiles) | Second Host | General Chatter ||

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[All the bright chipper aura that tend to follow Ferdinand is doused in an instant, replaced with deadly focus]

This is a peaceful gathering. If you do not retreat I will be forced to treat you as hostile.

[The spell in his hand flickers just a bit brighter]

I WILL NOT RETREAT UNTIL I HAVE ANSWERS.

[ His weapons spin and clack into place, loading a fresh round of ammunition. ]

Then sit and listen, and we can explain in full. Or be discarded iron on the ground.

I WILL NOT ACCEPT SUCH AN INSULT.

[ And he opens fire with his miniguns upon Ferdinand. ]

[ Ferdinand has no concept of guns'. Not even something simple like a musket has been seen in Fodlan for over a thousand years.

But he knows he's under attack.

Everything seems to slow for him. When he thought about it later he would compare it to the sluggish hyper detailed feeling of adrenaline pumping through one's system. Only there is none of the nausea or disorientation that usually comes from a battle high. Just a clear sharp focus.

His eyes flash gold for a moment and he ducks with nearly superhuman speed, as if he saw the attack coming the moment the miniguns were raised, his spell being fired in turn]

Edited 2025-07-11 18:48 (UTC)

[ Omega has fast reflexes, able to basically keep up with someone like Shadow the Hedgehog. So at the very least, he's able to recognize when someone is reacting quickly to his tactics. So he fires his jump rockets and speeds forward with surprising quickness for his size and weight, stopping suddenly in front of Ferdinand and swinging his massive arms/fists at him. ]

[The machine is fast. Too fast to dodge.

'If I try and block it, it will break my arms' he thinks, inner voice as cool as water on a hot day, which he knows should terrify him. It WILL, later.

'It ignores those that are not attacking it.' It's a wild risk but what else can he do? Talking it down is the only choice now. So he drops his spell and arms, spreading them slightly open as if asking for the strike.]

Enough. Please.

Edited 2025-07-11 19:02 (UTC)

[ Oh, Ferdinand. You have the wrong idea about Omega.

He plows his fist into the warrior like a truck plowing into blue hedgehog in Central City. ]

[ 'Well shit'

He feels his ribs crack, and is suddenly so so VERY glad he was pressured into taking the Holy Knight certification back in school. His hands dig into the smooth metal as best he can, fingers desperately looking for purchase in the joints to keep himself from flying back. They glow with divine light, a frantic Nosferatu spell going off to drain the energy from his attacker to heal his sudden punch inflicted wounds

How's your magical resistance, Omega?]

[ Nonexistent, thanks for asking! But his system is constantly recharging him, so all it does is make him drop to his knees for the moment and disengage from Ferdinand, momentarily incapacitated. ]

[He considers casting again to try and take him out completely. But if Omega gets back up he will probably die. Again. So he takes the chance to flee, moving to support those having better luck, that cold feeling quickly starting to turn to battle panic.]

[ Omega doesn't get up just yet. This will take a bit longer than normal to recharge, so for now he's a sitting duck? ]

It PROVES that I am capable of USING MINE EYES, YOU METALLIC HALF-WIT!!!

[She is BELLOWING now, between all the projectiles flying everywhere (with the FOALS!) and Ferdinand clearly being injured. There's a flash and a crack of thunder, but what she actually does is shoot another beam of magic and then charge forward to try and Stomp Him To Death With Her Hooves. She can crack stone with them, so she's not too worried about it.]

[OKAY THEN, NICE TALK

His reaction time was immediate, dashing to the side of the robot in the blink of an eye. Internally he was miffed about the carelessness and indiscriminate attack that could've hit someone. Outside, he remains as calm and blasé as he was when Omega burst through the wall.]

Y'know, if you bothered aiming a 'liiiiittle bit, you might actually hit something. [Ranma cocks his head to the side, sporting a cocky grin that could rival many in Omega's own world.] Might.

[If he can get this rustbucket to focus on him, the nonfighters will be put at least of a risk at being riddled with bullets and can get the hell out of dodge]

[You know, Omega is a little faster than she expected, for something of his bulk? But she's used to fighting robots, because she kicks down and hops over the debilitating blast- barely, and flips up onto his head, clinging like a monkey to his shoulders and- slaps a hand onto his shell like it's supposed to do something?]

[And when it doesn't she just holds on and starts looking for some kind of vulnerable point or access panel.]

You gonna talk or join in, Saotome?!

[ By this point, Omega has absorbed enough ambient energy from the environment, so when his barrier activates to block the blast again, he's able to spring to life again quickly enough to grab up at Vanity and try to grab her by the ankle so he can swing her at Ranma and Luna, using her like a living bludgeon to beat his other two opponents. ]

[Oh, that's not good.]

[Working on instinct, she slashes down at the claw holding her- with the claws of her own that don't exist anymore.]

[Hm.]

[there she go]

What on earth - ?

[Luna backpedals sharply, rearing, to try and avoid getting hit by a flying Vanity. At the same time, Vanity's body lights up with a blue glow - she's gonna try and get her back!]

Let GO of her!

[He half-assedly waves a dismissive hand while he watches Omega get his shit wrecked by the pair. Ah, schadenfreude. Just what he needed today.]

Why? You two look like you've got it covered. And it feels lame to kick 'em when he isn't--

[Oh. Ranma really needs to learn stop poking the bear.

Plus side, he now gets to join in the fight, not that he wasn't already planning to. Innocent lives are at stake after all. He dodges to the side, duck and rolling under Omega's human flail. People've swung larger things at him with more precision than the wild aimless swings this hunk of metal is doing.

Hmm... This thing packs firepower, they know that, the bullets pockmarking the walls proves as much. Why didn't it immediately spray volleys as soon as it got back up? Ranma files that detail away in the mental file cabinet. Disarming him of his human weapon and saving Vanity is more precedent in the moment.

While Luna is trying to pry her out of Omega's cold metallic grip, Ranma runs in close to throw rapid-fire punches into the arm holding Vanity. Each blow feels like boulders pelting like hale from above.]

[ Omega can't hold onto Vanity between having her being magically pulled from his grip and boulder-force blows hitting his arm from above, so she basically ends up flying from his hand thanks to a combination of inertia and reciprocal force. Omega is quick to respond, spinning around at his waist and swinging a backhand at Ranma.

This leaves him open to Luna, but right now, Ranma is the more immediate threat. ]

[Ranma sees the backhand coming in fast. He'd almost be impressed by the speed shown if his mind and body weren't focusing on blocking, raising his arms over his chest like an x right at the nick of time before the attack connects. Good news is this and being made of sturdy stuff that takes hits like this all the time saves him from having his ribs smashed like Ferdie.

Bad news is he was in the air when Omega slapped him, taking that hit and the reciprocal force that comes with it. With that level of force and power, Ranma's sent careening backwards at the back wall. It shatters once Ranma slams into it, creating YET another opening Athena'll won't be too thrilled about.]

[He manages to right himself before he hits the ground face first, landing on his feet, forcing them to not waver under the exertion of reeling from that blow. 'Damn, that smarts' he curses in his head. 'Tin can's actually puttin' up a real fight.' Were there not other people who could get caught in the crossfire, he'd be more excited at having a real bona fide challenge.

He's gotta fight this thing again later when there isn't too many people around. Tuning out the pain in his arms, chest and back screaming at him, Ranma bears his teeth in a fervid grin as he re-enters a stance, readying to have another go at Omega.]

Let GO!

[ She rears to strike at Omega with her forelegs as she gives another tug to yank Vanity free. The momentum of it is enough to make her stumble as she drops back to all fours, though.]

Enough.

[Aglaea, always so soft in tone, only raises her voice a little, just enough to be heard amid the chaos of the sudden fight. But there's something else - a rumble of thunder that seems to echo below the single word, and

And a sharp bang! as a bolt of lightning cracks across the sky outside of the windows and the hole in the wall.

Omega, Ranma, and Luna will suddenly find themselves unable to move - they're not completely frozen, but immobilized by dozens of golden threads, binding each of their limbs and yanking them all back out of fighting distance. Not enough to hurt, but the threads are wound tightly around each of them so that none of them can struggle out of their grip. Vanity, too, is thankfully caught in a net of similar threads woven in the blink of an eye to scoop her up under the support of Luna's magic.

Aglaea herself has barely moved, merely standing up in her seat, arms folded and looking more like a disappointed mother than a pissed off demigod. She lets the combatants hang there for a second, giving them all a chance to catch their breaths, before speaking again, without the lightning in the background.]

Now. When I let all of you go, will you behave?

[ Omega is heavy. He is not used to being bound, or pulled around like a weightless toy. So…needless to say? His reaction to Aglaea is something akin to worshipful awe. ]

YOUR POWER…IT IS AWE-INSPIRING…!

Edited 2025-07-13 18:53 (UTC)

[So close. He was so close to landing a haymaker into Omega's flank. Ranma's fist hang within a breadth of making contact with the red metal, suspended mid-motion by those golden threads snaring. Ranma tries to struggle out of the binds but he can barely move a muscle!

Blue eyes flit over to the interferer butting in, opening his mouth to chew her out cause what gives?????

Wisely, it shuts to a thin line when his eyes land on the Disappointed Mother(tm) look he was getting. It felt Kasumi or worse, his mom, was scolding him. In that moment, Ranma looks like the kid he is, head drooping in shame and pigtail sagging.]

I will, if the rust bucket here-- [Ranma tries to nudge his head to Omega] --chills out and lay off the shootin'.

[plz dont be mad at him gold mom]

(no subject)

raisethemoon - 2025-07-13 19:06 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

eeeonetwothree - 2025-07-14 13:59 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only