*Flame follows, making the door unbalanced, sending both him and you into the water*
Rodge flails his arms in horror and taking one of the poles begins to comically whack Guard Baton, causing water to splash everywhere.
Meanwhile, a fin appears...cutting through the water at blazing speed.
Hey now! *Grabs the pole and pulls it to myself, pulling Rodge into the water as well.* None of that, prisoners are not allowed to attack guards with poles. *Doesn't notice the fin yet.*
Rodge flails his arms in horror and taking one of the poles begins to comically whack Guard Baton, causing water to splash everywhere.
Meanwhile, a fin appears...cutting through the water at blazing speed.
Hey now! *Grabs the pole and pulls it to myself, pulling Rodge into the water as well.* None of that, prisoners are not allowed to attack guards with poles. *Doesn't notice the fin yet.*
*Flame is still attempting to punch Baton, but isn't very successful as he simultaneously struggles to stay afloat*
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Jun 25, 2022 20:52:02 GMT
Rodge attempts to push General Flame back onto the door. In between gasps, he sternly yells at Guard Baton. "Don't you see? There are other things happening in this place outside of what we signed up for. If we really want to help these folks we need to get out of here!"
The fin circles the door, bumping into it before diving into the water.
Rodge shifts his eyes, trying to separate Flame and Baton while pointing to the water. "It's not safe...we need-"
A low growl silences all three as the fin emerges right behind them and rising from the water is....Grub wearing swimming goggles with a fake fin strapped to his back.
He holds up a stout rope. "Okay, I have your vessel ready for towing. Get back onboard!"
Rodge spits out a jelly lobster. "Wha-you pulling us three alone?"
Grub shakes his head.
A fish rises from the water and slaps General Flame and Guard Baton. "Come on guys, let's get out of here!" The fish bites onto a separate rope and joins the rest of the fish ready to tow the door to safety.
Rodge attempts to push General Flame back onto the door. In between gasps, he sternly yells at Guard Baton. "Don't you see? There are other things happening in this place outside of what we signed up for. If we really want to help these folks we need to get out of here!"
The fin circles the door, bumping into it before diving into the water.
Rodge shifts his eyes, trying to separate Flame and Baton while pointing to the water. "It's not safe...we need-"
A low growl silences all three as the fin emerges right behind them and rising from the water is....Grub wearing swimming goggles with a fake fin strapped to his back.
He holds up a stout rope. "Okay, I have your vessel ready for towing. Get back onboard!"
Rodge spits out a jelly lobster. "Wha-you pulling us three alone?"
Grub shakes his head.
A fish rises from the water and slaps General Flame and Guard Baton. "Come on guys, let's get out of here!" The fish bites onto a separate rope and joins the rest of the fish ready to tow the door to safety.
OOC: Time for a cool water chase.
*since Flame is still cuffed, he isn't able to resist Rodge's efforts to get him back onto the door.*
Rodge attempts to push General Flame back onto the door. In between gasps, he sternly yells at Guard Baton. "Don't you see? There are other things happening in this place outside of what we signed up for. If we really want to help these folks we need to get out of here!"
The fin circles the door, bumping into it before diving into the water.
Rodge shifts his eyes, trying to separate Flame and Baton while pointing to the water. "It's not safe...we need-"
A low growl silences all three as the fin emerges right behind them and rising from the water is....Grub wearing swimming goggles with a fake fin strapped to his back.
He holds up a stout rope. "Okay, I have your vessel ready for towing. Get back onboard!"
Rodge spits out a jelly lobster. "Wha-you pulling us three alone?"
Grub shakes his head.
A fish rises from the water and slaps General Flame and Guard Baton. "Come on guys, let's get out of here!" The fish bites onto a separate rope and joins the rest of the fish ready to tow the door to safety.
OOC: Time for a cool water chase.
*Watches, unsure of what's happening.* Grub? You're helping the prisoners escape?
Rodge attempts to push General Flame back onto the door. In between gasps, he sternly yells at Guard Baton. "Don't you see? There are other things happening in this place outside of what we signed up for. If we really want to help these folks we need to get out of here!"
The fin circles the door, bumping into it before diving into the water.
Rodge shifts his eyes, trying to separate Flame and Baton while pointing to the water. "It's not safe...we need-"
A low growl silences all three as the fin emerges right behind them and rising from the water is....Grub wearing swimming goggles with a fake fin strapped to his back.
He holds up a stout rope. "Okay, I have your vessel ready for towing. Get back onboard!"
Rodge spits out a jelly lobster. "Wha-you pulling us three alone?"
Grub shakes his head.
A fish rises from the water and slaps General Flame and Guard Baton. "Come on guys, let's get out of here!" The fish bites onto a separate rope and joins the rest of the fish ready to tow the door to safety.
OOC: Time for a cool water chase.
*Watches, unsure of what's happening.* Grub? You're helping the prisoners escape?
One of the flying fish pops out of the water and flops right in front of Baton. His large eye slowly looks up and his deeo brass voice sends shivers. "There are things happening here man..."
Rodge kicks the fish back into the water. "Oi! Grub, are Cook and Vince ready?"
Grub nods. "Handling a few guards themselves. By the way, found this in Elexander's confiscation room." He pulls out a Chokutō and hands it to Baton. "Seems like he's been keeping secrets from all of us."
Rodge's eyes grow wide. "Elexander had that in his office?!"'
Grub raises his brow. "What? No, I got this from the old guy who works in kitchens."
*Watches, unsure of what's happening.* Grub? You're helping the prisoners escape?
One of the flying fish pops out of the water and flops right in front of Baton. His large eye slowly looks up and his deeo brass voice sends shivers. "There are things happening here man..."
Rodge kicks the fish back into the water. "Oi! Grub, are Cook and Vince ready?"
Grub nods. "Handling a few guards themselves. By the way, found this in Elexander's confiscation room." He pulls out a Chokutō and hands it to Baton. "Seems like he's been keeping secrets from all of us."
Rodge's eyes grow wide. "Elexander had that in his office?!"'
Grub raises his brow. "What? No, I got this from the old guy who works in kitchens."
*Baton narrows his eyes.* "What is that supposed to prove? Elexander has a Chokutō. So what?"
One of the flying fish pops out of the water and flops right in front of Baton. His large eye slowly looks up and his deeo brass voice sends shivers. "There are things happening here man..."
Rodge kicks the fish back into the water. "Oi! Grub, are Cook and Vince ready?"
Grub nods. "Handling a few guards themselves. By the way, found this in Elexander's confiscation room." He pulls out a Chokutō and hands it to Baton. "Seems like he's been keeping secrets from all of us."
Rodge's eyes grow wide. "Elexander had that in his office?!"'
Grub raises his brow. "What? No, I got this from the old guy who works in kitchens."
*Baton narrows his eyes.* "What is that supposed to prove? Elexander has a Chokutō. So what?"
Falling from above, the sound of a wet blanket smacking concrete announces the arrival of Vince who lays face forward sprawled in front of Baton. Raising his head weakly, he coughs. "Nothing, but thought you should know about the big engine hidden underneath the Asylum. Real steam punkish and of the like."
Floating gently downward on an umbrella, Cook lands daintily next to Vince. "So, how's the rescue going?"
Rodge stares blankly at the two, but a crash causes the room to rumble. Out from the bathroom, a giant mecha emerges holding the still blissfully unaware Pilot in its claws. "I knew it was you three, it was always you three. I've been working here overtime and about to get a promotion and you three had to take that all away!"
Cupping his hand over his mouth a frightened Grub murmurs to himself in both awe and shock as his voice reflects a monotone film trailer... "Today we face the collective fury of an underpaid intern..."
Cook pulls out a flamethrower and rushes to free General Flame from his iron cuffs.
Pulling Vince up, Rodge shakes him awake. "Get up, quickly, we must run!"
Vince is about to protest when an expression of pain grips his face. Confused, Rodge turns him around to find him covered in hundreds of paralyzing darts. Vince coughs, looking at Baton for help.
*Baton narrows his eyes.* "What is that supposed to prove? Elexander has a Chokutō. So what?"
Falling from above, the sound of a wet blanket smacking concrete announces the arrival of Vince who lays face forward sprawled in front of Baton. Raising his head weakly, he coughs. "Nothing, but thought you should know about the big engine hidden underneath the Asylum. Real steam punkish and of the like."
Floating gently downward on an umbrella, Cook lands daintily next to Vince. "So, how's the rescue going?"
Rodge stares blankly at the two, but a crash causes the room to rumble. Out from the bathroom, a giant mecha emerges holding the still blissfully unaware Pilot in its claws. "I knew it was you three, it was always you three. I've been working here overtime and about to get a promotion and you three had to take that all away!"
Cupping his hand over his mouth a frightened Grub murmurs to himself in both awe and shock as his voice reflects a monotone film trailer... "Today we face the collective fury of an underpaid intern..."
Cook pulls out a flamethrower and rushes to free General Flame from his iron cuffs.
Pulling Vince up, Rodge shakes him awake. "Get up, quickly, we must run!"
Vince is about to protest when an expression of pain grips his face. Confused, Rodge turns him around to find him covered in hundreds of paralyzing darts. Vince coughs, looking at Baton for help.
Falling from above, the sound of a wet blanket smacking concrete announces the arrival of Vince who lays face forward sprawled in front of Baton. Raising his head weakly, he coughs. "Nothing, but thought you should know about the big engine hidden underneath the Asylum. Real steam punkish and of the like."
Floating gently downward on an umbrella, Cook lands daintily next to Vince. "So, how's the rescue going?"
Rodge stares blankly at the two, but a crash causes the room to rumble. Out from the bathroom, a giant mecha emerges holding the still blissfully unaware Pilot in its claws. "I knew it was you three, it was always you three. I've been working here overtime and about to get a promotion and you three had to take that all away!"
Cupping his hand over his mouth a frightened Grub murmurs to himself in both awe and shock as his voice reflects a monotone film trailer... "Today we face the collective fury of an underpaid intern..."
Cook pulls out a flamethrower and rushes to free General Flame from his iron cuffs.
Pulling Vince up, Rodge shakes him awake. "Get up, quickly, we must run!"
Vince is about to protest when an expression of pain grips his face. Confused, Rodge turns him around to find him covered in hundreds of paralyzing darts. Vince coughs, looking at Baton for help.
*Once free, Flame stares defiantly at the mech, hoping he can take control of it* "We gonna take this guy down or what?!"
Inspired by Flame's rousing "speech" coupled with lack of sleep, Cook grabs Vince and raises him above his head while yelling, "yEaH!" Spinning twice, he hurls Vince into the mecha shouting, "For honor and glory!"
His face muscles partially asleep, Vince attempts to wince as he flies through the air. The fish below him sing a haunting melody...
He smacks into the glass dome protecting the mecha pilot, obscuring his view. The mecha draws back...
*Baton narrows his eyes.* "What is that supposed to prove? Elexander has a Chokutō. So what?"
Falling from above, the sound of a wet blanket smacking concrete announces the arrival of Vince who lays face forward sprawled in front of Baton. Raising his head weakly, he coughs. "Nothing, but thought you should know about the big engine hidden underneath the Asylum. Real steam punkish and of the like."
Floating gently downward on an umbrella, Cook lands daintily next to Vince. "So, how's the rescue going?"
Rodge stares blankly at the two, but a crash causes the room to rumble. Out from the bathroom, a giant mecha emerges holding the still blissfully unaware Pilot in its claws. "I knew it was you three, it was always you three. I've been working here overtime and about to get a promotion and you three had to take that all away!"
Cupping his hand over his mouth a frightened Grub murmurs to himself in both awe and shock as his voice reflects a monotone film trailer... "Today we face the collective fury of an underpaid intern..."
Cook pulls out a flamethrower and rushes to free General Flame from his iron cuffs.
Pulling Vince up, Rodge shakes him awake. "Get up, quickly, we must run!"
Vince is about to protest when an expression of pain grips his face. Confused, Rodge turns him around to find him covered in hundreds of paralyzing darts. Vince coughs, looking at Baton for help.
Falling from above, the sound of a wet blanket smacking concrete announces the arrival of Vince who lays face forward sprawled in front of Baton. Raising his head weakly, he coughs. "Nothing, but thought you should know about the big engine hidden underneath the Asylum. Real steam punkish and of the like."
Floating gently downward on an umbrella, Cook lands daintily next to Vince. "So, how's the rescue going?"
Rodge stares blankly at the two, but a crash causes the room to rumble. Out from the bathroom, a giant mecha emerges holding the still blissfully unaware Pilot in its claws. "I knew it was you three, it was always you three. I've been working here overtime and about to get a promotion and you three had to take that all away!"
Cupping his hand over his mouth a frightened Grub murmurs to himself in both awe and shock as his voice reflects a monotone film trailer... "Today we face the collective fury of an underpaid intern..."
Cook pulls out a flamethrower and rushes to free General Flame from his iron cuffs.
Pulling Vince up, Rodge shakes him awake. "Get up, quickly, we must run!"
Vince is about to protest when an expression of pain grips his face. Confused, Rodge turns him around to find him covered in hundreds of paralyzing darts. Vince coughs, looking at Baton for help.
OOC: A janitor. Vince, Grub, and Rodge are all janitor's who teamed with Cook (who is a cook) to flood the Asylum. If you are willing to read a few pages back, it is a pretty engaging tale.
