Felt Mansion

Terezi steels herself, refocusing from the shock of seeing Aradia, and then Sollux, burst in with the Midnight Crew. She takes a deep breath to use her most authoritative voice.

PUT YOUR W34PONS DOWN
W3 4R3 GO1NG TO T4LK TH1NGS OUT L1K3 R34SON4BL3 P3OPL3

((should I roll for persuasion : P ))

< why don't you get your little fleet-footed nuisance to get me my damn hat back before i show you just how chatty we are 3<

Itchy ran behind droog and snatched his had, replacing it with the large cap of Cans.

Terezi groans and facepalms as she catches the blur that is Itchy swapping hats.

1TCHY YOU 4R3 NOT H3LP1NG W1TH TH3 M4TT3R OF N3GOT14T1ONS

Doze was still on his way to the backdoor.
He was so excited his powers showed again and slowed him down.
He really hoped to at least fire a shot or so before the raid would end.

[Stitch doesn't really have much of a reaction to the gun being leveled at his head. It's not like this is anything new for him.]

calm y9urself d9wn, smartass. we b9th kn9w y9u ain't g9nna pull that trigger unless y9u've g9t n9 9ther ch9ice. n9w, we're g9nna listen t9 the girl and deal with this sanely f9r a change, yeah? it'd be a shame t9 have t9--

[He feels a sudden breeze.]

dammit, itchy! n9w's n9t the time!

You feel a breeze and something strange in your head.

"Guy5, 15 there 5ometh1ng we1rd on my head?"

Itchy gives Droog's hat to Doc.
Two left!

Terezi groans.

1TCHY!

i g0t him

Aradia reaches out and attempts to grab Itchy with her telekinesis.

(( Does her telekinesis work between rooms? ))

((I was assuming Itchy would have run back in to cause more mischief. Plus, Aradia's a strong girl, so it might.))

(( I'll just say it did :P ))
Itchy suddenly floats up in Doc's office.
What the hell?

i think i g0t him

BR1NG H1M DOWN H3R3

Aradia maneuvers Itchy through the manor and positions him squarely in front of a stern Terezi, trying (though not too hard) not to let him hit any walls or door frames along the way.

Itchy slams into the door frame, having him grab onto it for dear life.
DOC HELP!
His grip slowly loosened before he got pulled off and got brought to the felt, screaming for Doc to help him the entire way.

*Doc sits in his office, chuckling slightly. He knew this would happen, but it was entertaining nontheless*

Doze heard Itchy's scream for help. For such a little guy he could be rather loud.
He tore himself out of his slow state and started to ran towards the voice with normal speed.

I'm coming Itchy!

He drew his weapons while running.
A revolver in his left hand and in his right a cane with a blue knob who looked like a bust of a snail riding a turtle, one of the slowest possible combinations in the world.
He wouldn't let the Midnight Crew do anything to his best friend.

Terezi grins at Itchy in a way that's not friendly at all, showing off most of her teeth.

1 C4N'T 1M4G1N3 ST34L1NG H4TS WOULD B3 V3RY CONDUC1V3 TO N3GOT14T1ONS, WOULD 1T, 1TCHY

Hey fuck you! 1t was Doc's plan! 1f you have a problem, take 1t up w1th h1m!
Itchy attempts to leave.

"1 am not go1ng to make negot1at1on5 w1th the5e carapac1an5! Can5 5mash!"

Cans directs his punch towards whatever is in front of him. He is the muscle of the Felt after all.

Boxcars had no idea what to do now. Fighting or talking?
He looked over to Slick and waited for his orders.

<Shut up O'Speedy.3, he snarled towards that annyoing Leprechaun without looking to him.
<Try to steal my hat and you will regret it.3

He was so concentrated on Itchy he forgot about Cans who just came through the ceiling a few seconds ago and was preparing to attack now.

Vriska was observing the situation from above through the hole Cans made in the floor.
It didn't look good but she trusted Terezi to keep the situation under control.
Otherwise she was still here to help her good sister.
If the situation would turn even more sour she would throw her dice, produce her sword and jump down to the battle.

*Doc sighed, his moment to intervene arriving. He had quite enjoyed watching the spectacle*

*Doc warps into the room just as Cans is about to clock Stich into next week. Snapping his fingers, Cans is shifted to the right, making his punch narrowly miss HB. He then immediately warps Slick's gun into his hands*

What a marvelous piece of equipment. The craftsmanship is exsquisite.

*Doc glances at Cans, twirling the gun in his hands*

Tell me Cans, what instructions did I give you again?

Itchy stares at Doc, the salt of a thousand oceans in his expression.

*Slick blinks for a moment, then pulls out his Horse Hitcher*

< well if it isn't ol' whiteface himself. 3<

*He steps forward, eager to administer the Doc a good beating*

Cans is nervous right now because the Doc is possibly going to punish him.

"Uh... keep damage at minimum..."

Cans is feeling his sins crawling in his back.

I wouldn't if I were you, Spades. It won't end well. And yes, Cans, that was my orders. I knew you wouldn't follow them, worry not.

*Doc doesn't even look at Spades, still nonchalantly spinning the gun on his index finger*