[Event] Pumpkiller

[npcsofmana]

Who: A very big and magical Jack-O-Lantern and you
What: A giant pumpkin is trying to take over Domina... or something like that.
Where: West Domina, past the residential area
When: Day 33
Other: Likely some violence. Check the post for more info and ask any questions here.




At least, that's what the usual mail pelican is frantically squawking about on the front steps of home with her feathers going everywhere as she flaps her wings.

And.... there are some very disconcerting dark clouds gathering around Domina that haven't yet started intruding on the sky around Home. Perhaps this merits some checking out.

To those that venture forth, they'll notice that Domina is eerily quiet as they step into it from the road. Both Domina's tavern and inn seem empty, which is a strange thing in itself. Anyone who's visited the town regularly will have noticed that those two places, for good reason, are often the most lively places in town.

Just where has everyone gone....?

Comments

oh boy just what they need lmfao

[escapedestiny]

[At this point Sam has made it a priority to keep an eye on all the teenagers, though really all that meant was identifying them in the visitors book and seeing that they were around and still breathing every once in a while, making note if he hadn't seen someone in at least a week, which hadn't happened yet. He'd thought of introducing himself to each of them to let them know they could come to him if they needed help in any way, but. He'd been worried it would come off as vaguely creepy instead, so just let it be known via word of mouth through the grapevine. Okay, admittedly, being responsible for all of the teenagers had also seemed like a really daunting task and not one Sam wanted to do all on his own. They were old enough to take care of themselves anyway, for the most part. The "let them come to me if they need me" approach had worked fairly well so far.

So, yes, he recognizes Chikusa by sight but not by voice, nor have they ever really met. Which means the first expression Chikusa ever garners from Sam is a disgruntled, slightly bitchy look. He's still concerned when he discovers the words are coming from someone young and who doesn't immediately appear to have any sort of weapon or way to defend themselves, though. Not currently in any immediate danger either, but Sam would feel better if he were over in the park and away from these antics entirely.]

What? Fighting sentient vegetables? Yeah, this is a new one even for us.

[He has to turn his attention back to the task at hand though because his legs are now completely entrapped in vines. He's about point two seconds from being felled like a tree. TIMBER.]

thems fightin words

[kickingand]

Hey-!

[ Dean is a little preoccupied here but that doesn't mean he doesn't hear the comment come from off to the side, the one that screams that he and Sam suck at this, don'tcha know. And really, Dean's not in the mood. He's not in the mood for a lot of shit right now but none of it is anything he's talking about. But at the very least, he's got something now to take his emotions out on. Granted, it involves swinging his sword like a maniac, but he doesn't really care too terribly much about his style so much as what he's trying to chop to pieces. The important part here is destruction and demolition, and that's all Dean cares about while he tries to spear a pumpkin and then shake it off the point of his sword. ]

Skellington a little too much for you to take on, huh- Christ, Sammy-

[ And then Dean's trying avidly to wrench around behind himself to loop an arm around Sam's bicep to keep him from- oh god, please don't fall on him, PLEASE DON'T FALL ON HIM. He cannot untangle you from the vines if you fall on him at the same time!! ]

can you even fight him when pumpkins are kicking your ass tho

[kokuyoyo]

[There are not even enough words to describe the disaster that Chikusa has the front row seat to. He thought things had been bad when Ken had gone flying across the whole place after being walloped by a vine, but that, he thinks, had least had a bit of oomph to it.]

[The two people he's watching, however? Well. There's no good way to spin being felled by tiny pumpkins, no matter how many there are.]

[Chikusa stays riiiiight where he is. Still too much effort, still too much danger when there's a pair of weirdos flinging their weapons around.]

[...Although.]

[Raising a hand to his mouth, he raises his voice a little more.]

If they kill you, I'll take your weapons.

[It's not even a request.]

[escapedestiny]

[Sam does his best to remain upright and not crush his brother. The stabilizing hand does, actually, help with that, though he gives a short stumble before tossing another look Chikusa's way.]

You're not actually helping! You shouldn't be here anyway, go wait with the others in the park, we'll-- [He's about to say "we'll take care of this," but he realizes how ineffectual that would be given their current predicament, so he bites it back down and shoulders his bow, pulling Avandrel's knife from its sheath on his upper arm to slice the vines well enough he can kick the pumpkins back.]

Dean, will you just focus on covering me instead of going after everything tooth and nail? [He seems focused way more on pure destruction than on any sort of strategy, and Sam can tell.] I'll aim for the Pumpkin King.

[Because yes, he had actually gotten that Jack Skellington reference. Not that he really thinks shooting the largest one full of arrows will take it down quickly or anything, but it's worth a try, right?]

[kickingand]

They kill you, I get to take yours? [ It's grumbled under Dean's breath as Sam shouts by far louder over to the kid, Dean's words dying underneath his little brother's voice. Besides, he's too busy stabbing and hacking to make that much of a fuss about their peanut gallery and even though it's annoying, it's tolerable.

He's dealt with more irritating things lately - having a teenager wheedle insults against them is hardly as bad as having his liver t-- Nevermind.

Focused on the task at hand, his own task of slashing and hacking, his attention whips around when Sam makes the demand to be covered. It makes Dean's expression scrunch for a moment, not exactly wanting to be covering Sam, when he should be protecting him. He should be the one leading the way - he didn't sell his soul so that Sam could get himself killed by the Giant Pumpkin and it's oddly nerve wracking, more so than usual, but he at least tries to keep his hackles down as best as he can. ]

What're you gonna do, Sammy- beat it to death with your bow?

[ .... okay, so he could have thought of something more inciteful to say, or at least encouraging but, he nods his head up towards the Big Boss before glancing back around, which is the best he's gonna give. ] You know I got your back.

[kokuyoyo]

[So that’s a refusal. Oh well, it won’t matter if either of them actually die.]

[Still, at least it looks as though they’ve got things a bit more under control now. There doesn’t seem to be as many tiny pumpkins now trying to tangle around them, and there might actually be a plan going into action. He shifts from where he is, glancing over the chaotic battle scene.]

It’s not going to do anything, you know.

[Yeah, the peanut gallery is still in full affect. And, no, he’s not helping still.]

[escapedestiny]

[Great now Sam's got real helpful comments coming from both brother and stranger. Fantastic.

He's tempted to respond to Dean's question with "No I was thinking maybe I'd sing it a lullaby" but now's not really the time, so he keeps his snark in check and settles for a slight roll of the eyes and then a nod at the rest of what he says. He does know that Dean's got his back, it wasn't and has never been in question. Sam just needed him to be more focused and less bent on hacking things to pieces.]

Try and keep me clear of the smaller ones while I'm aiming?

[Then their audience is speaking up again and Sam sets his jaw, grits his teeth, trying not to lose patience. If this guy had actual suggestions, Sam was willing to listen, but so far it sounded like he was only having fun by distracting them with rude comments rather than anything useful. So Sam's outright ignoring him now, lifting his bow and setting an arrow before taking aim and firing at the largest pumpkin in the lot...

...And hits one of the large vines around the thing that quickly gets in the way instead. Sam curses under his breath.]

[kickingand]

[ ..... So maybe Dean's thinking that he might snatch Dean's bow and arrow and go to town on shooting their peanut gallery but he's kind of got better shit to do. Maybe once this whole thing is over, then he'll take advantage but for right now he's dealt with more irritating things in life than someone spewing innocent insults in their direction. And really- it's not like he figures the kid's gonna take a hint.

Keep 'em coming buddy, he just doesn't give much of a shit. Hell's got one up on you when it comes to making him feel like crap, even if his temper is a thing that's easily spiked right now. It's just-- complicated. ]

You say that like it wasn't what I was already doing.

[ Okay no that's kind of a lie, Dean was just going to town because he could, but now he's got his gaze scouring the vicinity, looking hither and to and jabbing the next pumpkin that even dares to cross the invisible threshold that Dean's created in his mind, the one that deems that they've gotten too close to his little brother and deserve to die. ]

There's gotta be a source for the thing- something that's beefing it up. [ Dean's words come grumbled under his breath as he spears another pumpkin and shakes it off his blade, giving it a hard throw and watching the pieces splatter satisfyingly. ]