Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190212231214/@comment-26892768-20190213023154


 * 1) 5 pops out of Mista's gun. "But won't she be-"

'"Go, Sex Pistols!" 'Mista, unfortunately, does not take the same time to think about Narancia's plan as #5 does, and opens fire, letting loose two bullets with #1 and #2 on them.

Even more unfortunate is that Kazari hears the gunshots and sighs. "Humans can be so annoying..."

He promptly stops in his tracks, turns around, and lets loose his full radiance - taking on a golden glow as what appears to be six enlongated cat claws burst out of his back, his dreadlocks extending outwards to the point where they're basically a nest of tendrils.

Pulling this stunt also causes a burst of immense heat around him - instantly evaporating the snow at his feet and triggering the bomb early.

Luckily for Cerebella, Kazari's holding her in such a way that his body takes the brunt of the explosion, leaving her mostly unharmed. There's just the tiny little problem that he doesn't really seem that phased - the only real sign of the bomb doing damage being a few dozen Cell Medals that burst out of his body and fall to the ground.

"...oh shit." Mista's eyes widen. Now he only has four bullets left. ''Four. ''And the other two are all the way over there, having been damaged a good deal due to getting caught in the explosion. There's also the minor issue of severe burn wounds but more importantly he only has four bullets.

"Ah...you're not playing fair, are you?" Kazari grins, picking up a few of the Cell Medals. "Then I suppose I don't have to play fair, either."

And that's the moment when he promptly throws one Cell Medal at each of his pursuer's foreheads - one for Polnareff, one for Bruno, one for Narancia, one for Mista, one for Abbachio, one for Trish, one for Jolyne...and as he does so, corresponding coin slots appear on each of their heads.

Gamel continues to look at the raven. "Bird..."

He decides that, for a moment, he would like to play with the bird. Of course, if the raven knew Gamel's definition of "play," he would most certainly not be on board, but Gamel doesn't know that.

First, he just needs to get the bird down.

And he knows exactly how to do this.

Gamel just walks up to the tree, rears his fist back, and punches the tree, immediately turning it into a collection of Cell Medals.

Of course, it only takes a split second for gravity to kick in, and suddenly those solid branches are tumbling to the ground with the rest of the tree as a bunch of silver coins.