Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190204220547/@comment-26892768-20190206214419

"can't say i have! i'll be sure to tell you if i..." John trails off as he notices something. "...hey, random question - does anyone know that guy in the green jacket?"

John gestures to someone in the distance. Looks like a brown-haired man of asian descent, wearing typical blue jeans, a white undershirt, and - perhaps most notably - a bright green leather jacket. Seems like he's looking for something.

Garnet nods, following close behind Slow Dancer.

Pearl blinks. "What...was that? I've never seen any kind of technique like it before, and I've lived for thousands of years! How could a human be able to do that..."

"I don't know, but whatever it was, it was so cool." Steven whispers, stars in his eyes as he proceeds to follow behind Garnet and Johnny, with Pearl joining him.

Amethyst takes a moment to look at where they briefly encountered Mezool. "...what was she even going to do?"

And then she joins the rest of the group.

Elsewhere, in another part of Skyrim, Mezool flies down from the sky and retakes her physical form. And she is far more livid then she let on. "Damn him..."

She slams her fist into a tree. "I was so close! That shield didn't provide perfect protection, If I had just been fast enough, I could've gotten them and a perfectly good source of Cell Medals..."

She takes a shaky, rage-filled breath, and lets it out.

"I need...I need to relax..." Mezool eyes something and places her hands on it. "Ah~...that's it..."

The thing in question? A big blue egg of some kind. There are several in the area, actually. And if one were to look close...

They would see that the eggs all have two or more people inside - a mother, and her children.

"It's a real shame - I'm running rather low, and that amount of love would've lasted quite a while..." Mezool remarks. "Maybe if I find someone with a similar power and make a Yummy from their desires, I can use that Yummy to defeat him..."

With a thought, Mezool turns into a different form - not her water form, though. No, now she's made of thousands of those silver coins, and in this form, she compresses herself, shrinking in size until she takes material form again. But now, she's taken on the appearance of a teenage girl, dressed in a blue and black plaid jacket that covers her entire body up to her legs, which are concealed with black leggings and black high heels.

"Should be easy enough." Mezool grins, and begins to walk through the forest.

"Shit-" And Jolyne falls into the snow.

"Spice Gir-" Is all Trish manages to get out before she falls into the snow as well.

There's silence for a moment.

Then the snow begins to shake.

"oraoraoraORAORAORA ORAORAORAORAORAORA-"

 "waaaaaaaaaNNAAAAAAAAA BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"

And then the snow is launched into the sky via Stand barrage. May the lord have mercy on the poor soul that snow lands on.

Jolyne and Trish stand tall, with their stands out and at their sides - Jolyne stands with Stone Free, and Trish stands with a pink, mechanical, feminine figure, with yellow eyes and mathematical symbols engraved on her forehead; this would be Trish's Stand, 「Spice Girl」.

"Took you long enough to take me out!" Spice Girl remarks, cracking her knuckles. "I could've taken that mole bastard on..."

"Can we not talk about this?" Trish sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Well, all things considered...landing in snow isn't that bad." Jolyne remarks, looking up. "Even if it's damn freezing...now we just have to find a way ou-"

Jolyne is interrupted by a loud cough. She looks to see the source, and sees Spice Girl, who is looking at her with a deadpan stare. Trish nods.

"Do what you have to do."

"With pleasure." Spice Girl cracks her knuckles, turns to the wall of the pit they're in, and starts punching like mad. "WAAAAAAAAANNAAAAAAAAABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

When she's done, there's a series of perfectly aligned holes leading up to the rim of the hole.

"I see...we can use these as footholds to climb out." Trish nods.

"Eh? That's what your Stand was trying to do? But won't that just crumbl-"

Spice Girl promptly punches one of the holes...and her fist comes flying back out, as if she just punched rubber.

"W-what!?" Jolyne takes a step back, surprised.

"I softened the snow - that's my ability. I can soften anything I touch." Spice Girl explains. "And that which is soft is more unbreakable than diamond!"

Jolyne just takes this in, looks at Trish, and then sighs. "Give me a damn break...well, that solves that problem. I can just lift the horse out with Stone Free after we get out."

Speaking of, the mole-like creature is just slowly getting up when it begins to hear something coming out of the hole it dug.

"Did you find her? Did you find Mezool?" Out of the hole pops the creature's creator - a musclebound, gray creature with features reminiscent of elephants and rhinos, complete with a face like a squashed elephants (plus a rhino horn). Much like Mezool, he too has a belt with a golden buckle around his waist. He's also holding the tip of the creature's tail, which has a speaker in it - much like the stump that's current the end of the creature's tail.

"Couldn't get...Mezool." The creature replies.

"What? What do you mean?" His creator leans in. "Why not?"

"Problems." The creature bluntly replies.

"Problems? What problems? What kept you from getting Mezool!?" The creature is shaken by his creator, who is clearly desperate to know what happened to Mezool.

"She refused...to leave." The creature responded.

And then he stops, letting go of the creatyre. "...but Mezool's still broken...Mezool couldn't...you got the wrong person!"

"Smell matched-"

"You smelled wrong!" The creator lifts his hands up. "Stupid Yummy!"

And before the Mole Yummy - as it is properly called - can react, Gamel - as he is properly called - slams his fists down on it, and with that single touch, the Mole Yummy dissolves into a pile of silver coins.

"Mezool..." Gamel slams his fist against a tree, reducing it to another pile. "Mezool..."

He slams his fists against the ground, turning a nearby bush into another pile, and then turns to the sky and screams. "MEZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"

As he screams, the ground around him splits apart and hovers in the air as gravity goes haywire, with exposed roots, dirt, and grass flying everywhere...and then Gamel stops, sulking, allowing gravity to resume working properly and leaving the place a mess.

"Mezool..." And so, Gamel treks off elsewhere.

"well, im roxy, and this is..." Roxy trails off as she notices the incoming Conqrix troops. "the fcuk are those"

Filia is immediately on edge, recognizing the portals. "Uh...hey, remember the cult I talked about?"

"oh" Roxy blinks, before getting up and taking a step forward. "okay i get the pictur here"

She smiles a bit. "i git this"

"Wait..." Filia gets up. "You should probably-"

"get a wepon? nah i got this coverd" Roxy reassures Filia, before turning to face the Conqrix. "time to pull out my specil attack"

"Wh-"

And then green cubes spontaneously materialize in the air near the Conqrix, pull together, and spin rapidly before thrusting forward at them, acting as drills.

"cubes bitch" Roxy grins like a maniac as more cube constructs appear at her will. "i have all the cubes. all of them."

Mista is, of course, staying close with his fellow Passione members as they move out.

Cerebella...is just a good deal behind them.

She's not really sure why she's still sticking with these guys, to be completely honest. With what happened with the eyes and such, she can't help but feel this sense of...danger around them. It's not really something she can shake off. And the hostility is not helping.

And yet...for some reason, she feels right at home. She's not sure why that is, but, whatever the case, she still has to follow them because they're probably the closest thing to other living human beings within several miles in this forest.

Unbeknownst to Cerebella, however...she and her group are being watched by a cat-like figure. With a grin on his face, he slinks off into the shadows...