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WAAPT@tropi.us Legacy → WAAPT: In-Universe → Mammor's Humiliation Conga
-Mammor is in his office, at his desk, in full armor, in the Gendo pose.-
-a certain infuriated Chandelure is making her way over to his office-
-Someone is walking the halls, perfectly silent and serene-
A male Chandelure, flames glowing blood red in the shape of a top hat, floats through the walls, hunting.
Ren is somewhere combating Peons, as Gamma interfaces interfaces in to the base's controls to separate groups from each other.
-Lady simply glares daggers at Jack as she floats-
Mammor: Oh, do come in, we must not lurk in doorways, it is rude.
<Jack the Ripper: "Hmm? You have a quarrel with us? Wait, no, Warden is telling me that you are the mother of our child. My apologies for how my other self has acted - he is quite uncouth.">
-The figure in the doorframe retreats slightly, they weren't quite ready...-
Lady: <No excuse. We'll talk later.>
-with a Psychic, she opens the door-
<Jack the Ripper: "Quite. Our child is in danger. Villain. Unhand the girl, and your soul need not be consumed this night.">
Lady: <I plan on doing so regardless.>
<Jack the Ripper: "Come now, such a foul soul cannot burn well, nor taste sweet. Why stain yourself with such filth, if unnecessary?">
Lady: <Because then he shall be dead, and his death will be slow.>
Sam looks into the room with the Chandelure "What are you doing here he asked before spotting Mammor. "YOU." He snarled, reaching for a pokeball "Okay, I fulfilled my end of the bargain, I didn't seek you out. But now I get to kick your ass proper. This time, it's you, me and are mon. No cheap tricks, and no friggin bombs."
-Lady's flames flare up-
<We're here because he took our bloody daughter.>
<Jack the Ripper: "There are far better ways of killing him slowly, without having to foul yourself. I'd have hoped the mother of our child would have better taste than that. In any case, methods aside, he will die. This is certain.">
Lady: <And I'd have hoped the father didn't run away to do Arceus knows what. We can't have everything, can we?>
<Jack: "And again, I am truly sorry about Warden. He is quite immature and irresponsible, and we will have a conversation latter.">
Lady: <Good. That aside...>
-she turns to Mammor-
<You.>
Mammor: -seeing the Chandelelure, but not understanding them- Oh? This is a surprise. I expected Mr. Pentigan or that Mr. Samuel, not two rejects B-Horror film.
-sees Sam-
Speak of the Ghost Lord and he shall appear. It is a shame Mr Pentigan is not here for this. I had hoped to rid myself of you pests all at once. Regardless...
-Two bulk heads close on all sides of the group, preventing escape.-
I bid you all farewell.
-a digital countdown of half a second appears behind the visor.-
<Jack: "Quite. So, shall you hand over the girl before, or after we kill you? Oh damnation.">
Sam looked at the ghosts oddly "Should I leave you two alone?"
Sees the countdown "...ARCEUS F***ING D*** IT! HE COULDN'T JUST HAVE A NORMAL BATTLE! NOOOOOO, HE HAD TO GO AND USE A F***ING BOMB! AR-CE-US!"
Lady: <Remind me, Jack: what type is Explosion, again?>
<Jack: "Normal, if I recall. However, I also remember that being quite irrelevant in this case. We should most likely vacate the premises.">
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