Lucas is standing a few paces into the seating area of the ground floor of the cafe, with Miss Masher in the process of cautiously climbing through the shattered window he had used as an entrance behind him.
The overdosed offender is breathing heavily while standing in place, his attention roughly in Lucas’s direction, but he is still glancing around with hazy unfocused eyes while trying to figure out where Jonathan has run off to.
Throughout his rampage so far, he has heavily damaged not just the area, but also his own attire. The shredded remnants of his shirt sway with every one of his ragged breaths, revealing peeks of exaggerated dehydrated looking muscles, soiled and sweaty, but completely uninjured.
Miss Masher takes a few cautious steps back, grabbing an upended table that was resting against the short under-window wall nearby. She glances at Lucas, and upon seeing him coughing as he sits up with no visible injuries, she no longer spares him any further attention.With a firm grip on the table, she runs at the erratically flailing over-medicated man, shouting in order to pull his attention away from Lucas.The befuddled bully had managed to turn around to face Lucas, but he staggered a few times before ultimately falling to his knees, as his balance from the injured leg was thrown off more than he can currently mentally account for, even though he’s largely unaffected by the pain of it.
Meanwhile, back over in the OP OD zone…Lucas is power-walking backwards with a taunting grin, kiting his overmedicated opponent in circles.Miss Masher is off to the side, rummaging around in search of anything that could potentially be useful in breaking the current stalemate. This process may or may not involve forcefully removing semi-damaged bits of terrain and seeing if they seem sturdy enough for her liking. Everything has failed this check thus far, not that that deters her from continuing her foraging.‘As much fun as I am havin’ with fuckin’ with him, what the hell shoul
While Lucas’s lingering overwhelming pain has overloaded his senses a bit, he feels a rising panic upon realizing he’s having some difficulty breathing, and is lying on his back whilst cradled in debris.‘Wai- no, no, NO!’[Hmm? Oh, calm down. It’s the first time, when you didn’t actually get injured.]‘OH THANK FUCK!’[...Well, at least you don’t have to get dressed again.]‘Wait… But wouldn’t that h
“Oh, actually, Mar- er, Mash, ya think this dude even understands what we're sayin'?" While Lucas is asking this, he twists the cap off of an artificially-flavored ‘fruit juice’ drink, recently tossed to him by Miss Masher. Then, he precisely throws the cap directly at his pursuer's left eye, earning an inarticulate snarl in protest of his actions.The overmedicated menace even attempts to lunge at him in retaliation, but Lucas just hops back quickly before resuming the same pace he's been maintaining for a few minutes now. He's still erratically circling around the cafe’s seating area backwards, occasionally glancing behind him to make sure there are no oncoming obstructions to his path. As Jonathan kites the Ankle Annihilator around the area and passes Lucas once more, Lucas sighs and starts following behind the aggressor, far enough back that he’ll be out of reach if he were to suddenly change targets.“Whelp, if no one has any other ideas, I guess that’s our plan? Oh, when I jump him, make a whole lotta noise, yeah? Maybe it’ll help slow him down another second or two to gimme more time to pin ‘em.” Lucas is answered by multiple agreeable hums. The conversation’s topic is completely clueless as to the content of their chatter as he combatively crawls after Jonathan.After the three-man lineup moves a bit further past Miss Masher’sI'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch208 - Fancy Failure
When everyone is more or less in position for Operation Druggy Dogpile, Jonathan pauses for a moment and shouts out, “Oh!” and then disappears.The ground-dwelling OD Disaster balks after crawling a little closer to the position Jonathan previously occupied, looking around in clear confusion. As he can only see Miss Masher, he babbles some gibberish at her and slaps the ground angrily in a form of aggressive posturing… but doesn’t make a move to approach her.‘...The fuck?’Noticing his hesitancy to take the initiative against her, Miss Masher grins and fle
While Lucas is busy disassociating during his mental conversation with 427, he completely destroys the suffering addict’s wrists, to the point they’re not quite a secure hold on his arms any longer.With blood gushing out of the malicious man’s ear around the painstakingly slow insertion of the Viblade, he makes one last desperate effort at self-defense, tearing apart his own flesh as he manages to rip his arms free from Lucas’s grasp by leaving behind the ruined wrists with their respective hands still attached to them in his grip.Miss Masher is pinning his shoulders down well enough that he can’t quite flail his right arm enough for a
As they stabilized their breathing, Miss Chievous and Miss Masher had lifted themselves fully upright. Miss Masher’s attention has been fixed firmly on the corpse, whereas Miss Chievous stared at Jonathan for a few moments longer before finally looking down at the corpse as well.Lucas is vaguely aware of some quiet murmuring off to the side, but his attention is brought back to those nearby when Miss Masher makes an impressed whistle as she kicks over the corpse.“And here I thought Calc went berzerk when she gets mad. I had a feelin’ you two were playin’ around before, but that was somethin’ else. Tch, right through his endurance, too.” While Miss Masher is saying this, she is grinding her right heel down on the still-attached arm.