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Tweak says, "officer....he did it!"

General Lionwhyte (doublefine) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-09-13 00:21:00

Entry tags:

general lionwhyte, sora

who: General Lionwhyte and open
what: Lionwhyte arrives, is ~~a dumbass~~ fabulous.
When: Mid-fternoon
Where: A park in Kansas
Warnings: Probably swearing and a lot of violence

Was it wrong to assume that the demons worked for him? General Lionwhyte didn't think so, but apparently the black-eyed crowd begged to differ.

Though if Lionwhyte were to actually stop and think about why he was currently surrounded by a squad--and it was clearly a squad, with exactly 13 of the devils--the reason would be fairly obvious. He had, after all, immediately noticed they weren't human, waved his microphone stand around rather threateningly, and launched into a tirade. A rather long winded tirade, but if there was one thing that was better than looking at his own reflection, it was the sound of his own voice.

"...and I swear, this is why I have to do all of the work--Why aren't you ungrateful demons working? And don't you dare talk about slacking off, this is coming out of your payroll, you know. And would it kill you to tell me where I am?" He had folded his arms, glaring through his eyeliner, and waited for them to give him an answer. Sure, Lionwhyte wasn't a demon, but he fancied himself as the Demon Leader's right-hand man, since the demons back home would take orders from him then why wouldn't it work wherever he was? Surely they'd heard of the Hair Metal Militia here. Wherever 'here' was.

Which was why, currently, the large-haired makeup wearing singer was backing up slowly. As amazing of a fighter as he was (and he was all that and a bag of chips, thankyouverymuch) there was no way he could handle 13 of them, even with his microphone-stand-turned-mace.

"80s are over, you know. Stop wearing zebra print."

Lionwhyte's response was to put the microphone to his mouth and let out a high-pitched, wailing, Rob Halford-esque sream. The result was the earth around him shaking slightly as a powerful wall of sound surged forward, sending a few of the demons flying. They weren't dead, but Lionwhyte shifted the stand to the end with spiked mace end and began swinging. It had at least temporarily given him the advantage, but he wasn't sure if even he could get rid of the attacking horde.

In hindsight, strutting around like he owned the place wasn't the best plan of action.

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findthelight
2010-09-15 09:08 am UTC (link)

Fortunately for Lionwhyte, he didn't have to handle all those demons alone. Sora had been taking a shortcut through the park, looking to avoid as many demons as possible on his way to seeking out safety. He was locked outside of the apartment complex, but that didn't mean that Sora couldn't find someplace safe to stay low and figure out a plan, now did it? He was used to taking on large hordes of unexpected enemies - he'd fought plenty of monsters before in his own universe, some of which were simply born of darkness and could form armies simply from a mere shadow - but Sora wasn't used to doing so without any decent results to show for it. Actually, funnily enough, when he had taken on some of those demons before? Everything but what they were taught about them had worked in his favor Sora hadn't been able to exorcise them, but he had been able to knock a few out with his keyblade.

Which, it seemed, was going to be the exact tactic he took on when he spotted all those demons taking on a rather funny looking man in the park. Even though the man looked incredibly strange (and admittely a little more than concerning), Sora opted to help him out immediately. He was, after all, a hero. He couldn't let any innocents get harmed on his watch, now could he? Throwing an arm out, his keyblade formed out of thin air and into his grasp. Sora immediately threw himself forward, shouting for the nearest demon to turn around. As soon as it did, Sora whacked it upside the head with the brunt end of his blade. As the last demon he'd attacked had done, the demon toppled into the grass and fell unconscious.

"Hit them in the head!" Sora shouted, turning to take on another as quickly as he could. It was a shame he couldn't summon any of his friends along to help. King Simba would have been really useful with that deafening roar of his.

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