Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Galen, Graham, and Kismet (NPC)
Where: Random coffeeshop
When: 10am

( Oh shit, not YOU again... )

Who: Bianca and Evan
Where: 7-11
When: 3:00 a.m. or so

( Didn't take you for the kinda girl who liked dead things. )

Who: Dagmar, Linnea and Satu + their familiars (NPC)
Where: Niemi Household
When: Morning

( Only time will tell its tale, if it all has been in vain. )

Who: Westley and Trigger and a handful of Alchemists (NPCs)
Where: Midtown
When: Around 9pm
Why: Because Westley has cabin fever

One of the most absolutely irritating things about being a God was the maintenance. People didn't just believe anymore, oh no, they needed constant reassurance that this was a Westley-o-centric universe. Frankly, Wes was beginning to believe that free will was just such a bitch, and something that definitely needed editing once he had control of things. And everyone would just totally love that idea.

Because he'd tell them so.

Still, nothing quite said 'Heed my awesome power' like blowing away a few demons so having enchanted a few of his favorite items in his arsenal, Westley headed out with his favorite apostles and decided to add another chapter to the Big Book. Sure they'd write it up as some sort of flaming sword swinging down to smite the evil creatures, but all in all the enchanted assault rifle was still something rather unique to behold. Casting a spell on the clip to affect its power had a really fun effect: a bullet could hit for all the power of a spitball or a guided missile and everything in between. Life was just so more, oh what was the word? Exhilarating not knowing entirely how any given bullet would damage his target. Granted this was somewhat tempered by his current weapon's ability to vomit up tons of bullets in any given moment so any failed bullets would most likely be quickly overcome by their more deadly counterparts but still, the thought was still there.

Locking in his clip he did a test stream of shots across the middle of the road causing a few bullet holes and two large potholes to be formed. With a loud laugh he said simply to his followers, "Sally forth, the hunt begins!"