Our Shimmering Lady of Unerring Purpose ([personal profile] shimmershimmer) wrote in [community profile] warmwood2014-12-15 07:28 am
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[The wall has been breached. So have the illusions. The dreamers are awakening. People's powers are returning. A Gyarados bit off some of her legs. Her suitor is dead. All-in-all, this has not been a very good day for Our Shimmering Lady, She of Unerring Purpose. She's not taking it well, either. She coils up on her concrete temple, hiding all her fleshy bits under a chitinous shell, and roars.

You should never piss off a Lady.]

((Boss battle post! I am out for most of the day, but will pick up as I can.))
microbrobotics: (SCREAMING INTERNALLY [suit])

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2014-12-15 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
-- Whoa! Pull up, pull up!

[ he rears Baymax up in the nick of time, though she manages a solid gash in his stomach armor. ]
fourleafcleaver: (the awful names that they stick)

[personal profile] fourleafcleaver 2014-12-15 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[She yelps as Baymax rears up, clinging desperately with her free hand—and god why is she even holding onto this she doesn't have nearly enough balance here, and tosses down the last bomb so she can hold onto him properly.]

Let's go, let's go!
vanillain: (WAHAHAHAHA)

[personal profile] vanillain 2014-12-15 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Chucks the last of what he's got and laughs like a crazy person.]

Did you see that? Popped like a zit!
fourleafcleaver: (maybe they'll leave you alone but not me)

[personal profile] fourleafcleaver 2014-12-15 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[First give her a second to make sure they aren't still within death's reach before she starts to giggle.]

That was great! I can't believe how well that worked! [She adjusts herself into a more stable position and holds her hand out for a high-five.] Way to go, team!
microbrobotics: (dag man that's cool [suit])

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2014-12-15 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
That might literally be the coolest thing I've ever seen.

[ HIGH FIVES ]
vanillain: (CREEPER VINE)

[personal profile] vanillain 2014-12-16 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Tries to join in on the high-fiving, but instead loses his balance and falls off the robot. It's okay, though! He disappears in a poof of purple smoke before he can even catch on that vine he set up.]
fourleafcleaver: (they could care less)

[personal profile] fourleafcleaver 2014-12-16 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[SHRIEKING, then cutting off with a gasp when he just vanishes.]

...Wh...where'd he go?
microbrobotics: (oh god)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2014-12-16 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
-- I dunno! Did the Lady get him?

[ flying around trying to find him now ]
vanillain: (Trees grow? No! Die a lot!)

[personal profile] vanillain 2014-12-16 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Nope, he's just standing on top of a nearby building in a ridiculous outfit and seeming strangely like a different person even though he technically looks exactly the same and process of pink-hair elimination seriously narrows down the possibilities.]

Bwahahaha! Gaze upon the true face of the Prince of Weeds!
microbrobotics: (um guys)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2014-12-16 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, there he is.
fourleafcleaver: (they could care less)

[personal profile] fourleafcleaver 2014-12-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, good. Hey, you, don't scare me like that!

...And what are you wearing?!
vanillain: (Love die a lot!)

[personal profile] vanillain 2014-12-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
This is my true form! Behold!

[Some vines sprout up from the ground below, rapidly growing into three leafy kudzu-golem copies of Baymax. Whaddaya know, useless ol' Cassius was genuinely pretty good at gardening all along, kinda!]
fourleafcleaver: (will make 'em pay for the things)

[personal profile] fourleafcleaver 2014-12-17 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[SQUINTS

and then kinda grins because okay, that's pretty cool.
] Do they do anything?
vanillain: (Unicorns die! Santa die!)

[personal profile] vanillain 2014-12-18 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Anything I tell them. Go, minions!

[Sends them lumbering after the Shimmering Lady, vines a-whippin'.]