@pyrogram: It was fun, no denying that. But I've always looked at that Rp like a canon black eye. And its troubling that the same complaint there is still prevalent in rps today. It not only makes the heroes look bad but the feats of the villains are lessened as well. That should have been a Holy Sh!t moment but because it was so easily accomplished even the people involved ended up being "meh" about it. Breaking into the White House is quickly becoming a running joke and the Pentagon is already smoking with intruders inside. The Capital has become a security joke. I can see why Dread went the extra mile in beefing up her Canada threads.
Any attempts of masking the utter disappointment of having witnessed the unmitigated decimation of the Scarecrow and Tin Men, were vehemently unsuccessful. "Pathetic."visual disparaged. "I still have one or two tricks up ma sleeve, champiahn."reaching behind his back subtly retrieving a small doll like figurine. Crudely constructed out of the same animated straw based foundation of the dispatched fable, recently scattered throughout the throne room.
Pulling the doll's arm back with a maliciously morphed grin of authenticated evil, a disturbing snap and consequent scream of horrific pain, followed. The Wizard's perceived protection inside the emerald colored bubble ultimately dis-proven. "Nah dat looks painful, no?" stepping backwards allowing Dorthy to slide out in front, duel daggers drawn and her posture crouched low. "Come now hero, show me dat valiant courage dat resides deep in dee hearts of morally righteous champions." bending a leg at the knee in the wrong direction, slowly turning the crippled sorcerer into a human pretzel.
Uniformly the marching beat of waddling foot steps ushered in the Voodoo Viper's royal guards. Further illustrating a simplistic yet effect manner of conflict resolution, almost refusing to get his hands dirty or engage the lionhearted hero in a physical confrontation. "I grow tiahd of dis, tell me where Pandora's box is, and you can live." jerking yet another appendage the wrong way cracking the bridle bones of the old fabled conjurer.
Slipping deeper and deeper into the shadows Jabari began retreating into the darkness, still clutching the Wizard's deadly avatar. Perfectly willing to leave the Kansas Assassin and the Queen's heart motif guards to carry on the escalating battle. His focus purely on obtaining the legendary Box of evil and returning home with unlimited mystic might.
A crescendo of shattered glass rained down upon those in attendance as the Wizard's noble champion arrived. Emitting a bodily sheath of verdigris colored energy and power, immediately launching into a protective mind-set as he witnessed the helpless mystic's physical bereavement. Without hesitation the Emerald Avatar triumphantly conjured identical blasts sending two of the Voodoo Viper's requisitioned guard's into opposing walls with violent repercussions. Blood splattered smears visually memorializing the forceful collision.
"Ah, dat some reahl powah dhere."devilishly smirking. Nodding his head at the impressive display, his unsettling gaze focusing on the hero's glowing ring. "Nice bling, hope it fits."insinuating its eventual abduction. Snapping his fingers, Jabari summoned his personal guards, a terrorizing trinity of fabled notoriety. The first, announcing his presence via a straw based attack, firing hundreds, if not thousands, of magically forged projectiles. Acrobatically flipping from out of the shadows and landing in a crouched position in front of his ruler. "What bettah protectaaah dhen a Scahcrow?"mocking cadence echoing through the chamber. Before yet another legendary legionnaire emerged, his metal foot steps clanking every inch of the way."My metal militant." Jabari laughed. "But I save dee best for last, no?"holding out his hand in order for the deadly Dorothy to place his voodoo walking stick in it.
☠Morbidly, Jabari had decorated the magical artifact with the decapitated head of Pan's loyal fairy, Tinker Bell. Mouth stitched shut, eyes sunk deep into her decaying face. Raising his arms above his head with theatricality, the room began to shimmer and shadows began to lurk. "Tis a good day to die mon ami. A good day." antagonistically agitating the Emerald Emissary.