“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’s
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.
While the first bot is still busy with conducting its equipment salvage operations, the second bot walks over upon noticing Lucas putting away his phone. “Greetings esteemed guest. While our establishment’s owner is not present at this time, he wishes to pass along his heartfelt gratitude as well as an offer to discuss compensation for your efforts at your convenience.” As the bot is speaking, it holds out a business card to Lucas.Its actions bring Lucas’s attention back up from the confectionary case and he accepts the card.“Oh, sweet. Hey, couldya pack up everything that’s still fine to eat? As long as it’s not contaminated or got any glass shards in i
It takes Miss Chievous a little while longer to compose herself, but once she does, she walks over to join Miss Masher in burning Lucas’s money. Even though she declared that Miss Calculated needs at least five drinks to get any work tonight, two of them suspiciously end up with more sugar and dairy in them than actual coffee.By the time Jonathan has rejoined the cafe crew, Lucas was already on the phone with Heat-Wave. He has a big smile at first, but as the excessive gratitudes drag on his expression slowly sinks. Seeing his foster father otherwise occupied, Jonathan quickly notices the baked goods boxing in progress, as well as the two sisters ordering an inordinate amount of caffeinate
After waiting a few moments to let Lucas compose himself post exhausting phone call, Miss Calculated walks over, entering into comfortable conversational range with him.“You have ‘an in with Calc,’ hmm?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and an alarmingly polite smile.‘Ah shit, did I insinuate something again?’[Hrmm, not quite. But it was fairly brazen of you. At least you openly said it in front of her, instead of trying to be covert, yet still overheard by one of them.]‘Eh?’ Miss Masher chuckles with an amused smile as she watches Jonathan laying waste to his liquified chocolate with a side of caffeine. After a pause, she turns to look at Lucas again.“Ah, right, about the baked stuff... I was eyein’ that strawberry sponge cake. Nat and Sarah would absolutely lose their minds if I showed up with the whole thing, if ya don’t mind?” Over the course of Miss Masher asking this, both she and Lucas turn to look at the pre-sliced, but otherwise whole, strawberry sponge cake in the display case that the confectionary crating machine has yet to reach. A few of its upright slices of strawberries supported by piped pink icing on top of it had fallen overI'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch215 - Baked Goods For Baked People