Felt Mansion

Vriska snorted through her nose in anger. She had hoped for a good battle.

Boxcars was even gripped his weapon faster in response to Doc Scratch ariving on the battlefield.

< won't end well? that's what i'm countin' on doc. 3<

*He closes the gap between them and sends his weapon cueball-ward*

*Doc sighs. Disappointing, but expected nonetheless. He swaps places with HB*
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*The sound of a childs laughter, distorted, echoes through the hall*
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*Doc whirls around, searching for the source*

Hearts Boxcars was baffled.
Suddenly from one second to the next his placement was different and now he saw Slick coming into his direction, melee weapon in the middle of an attacking sweep-gesture.

<Boss, sto...3

*Unable to react in time, Slick brings the Hitcher down on Boxcars' head, leaving the latter's hat rather unsightly as a result*

< ah hell. you alright boxcars? 3<

The blow didn't affected Boxcars that badly. It hurt but as the Brute he could take even harder hits.
It was still painful regardless.
He managed to stop his reflexes and stopped himsel from counter-attacking. He nodded instead.

<I'm alright boss.3

He guessed that this was the work of the white cue ball head.

[Stitch has little reaction to Doc suddenly appearing out of nowhere.]

gee, glad y9u decided t9 sh9w up, d9c. i h9pe y9u weren't getting t99 b9red up there while these numbnuts busted d9wn the d99r. y9u kn9w. with expl9sives.

CD looked up from trying to find the right card in his deck (seems he had thrown away one too many bombs in the distraction) to find that the situation had changed drastically from the last time he looked up.

He pulled out his bull penis cane and Stretch Armstrong doll, trying to look like he was ready to actually do something. He feared the boss noticing his slacking more than he feared the teleporting orbface.

<I won't lie, Slick. I'm surprised you tried to hit Scratch. What was the point of negotiating, again?>

He severely regretted not shooting Cans in the face as planned. Lousy no good god damn diplomacy.

Itchy attempts to sneak away from the area.

Clover peaks around the corner, seeing the Crew having a stand off with Doc.

Sollux notices Clover peeking around the corner and decides to fuck with him a bit. He floats a pinned grenade behind Clover's head and attempts to give him a good psionic grenade drubbing.

Aradia grabs Sollux's arm gently and whispers to him.

i think were trying t0 res0lve this peacefully, the crew is 0utgunned with cans here
besides, there are t0ns 0f m0re interesting things t0 hit him with

< if they got anything to offer that's a more tempting prize than getting my hands on that cue ball then i'm listenin' 3<

*He pulls out a handful of knives*

< briefly 3<

Sollux brings the grenade back as Aradia tells him to stop. He is curious as to the "more interesting things" she mentioned.

got anythiing iin mind, aa?

Aradia glances over to where Itchy has been quietly slinking away.

0h, y0u kn0w
itchy, f0r example

Vriska was still observing the situation through the hole.
Her gander caught the sight of the Lowblooded Trolls Aradia Megido and Sollux Captor.

//What are the two doing? They seem to look at Itchy........ Aradia had gra88ed him a few seconds ago. 8etter to keep an eye on the two psychics for now.//

Sollux snickers a bit. He likes the sound of that...

dude, do iit. iit'll be funny as hell.

Did he just call Aradia a dude?

Itchy slipped behind Cans before trying to sprint off.

Clover follows the grenade over to the crew.

Aradia grins at Sollux and grabs Itchy again with her telekinesis, pulling him back toward her. She aims him right at the approaching Clover and waits for the magic to happen.

Terezi pulls herself together and addresses Slick.

YOU KNOW, YOU'R3 K1ND OF OUTGUNN3D H3R3

Sollux snickers and watches Aradia toss a guy(Itchy) into the other guy(Clover).

*A tourné knife digs into the planks between Terezi's feet*

< i don't need guns to get the job done kid 3<

*Doc turns and stares at Terezi, then almost imperceptibly shakes his head. He won't be helping Terezi with this negotiation, he has far bigger concerns*
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*Yggs laughter continues to faintly echo through the halls*

*Ygg's shadow lightly touches Slick on the shoulder, and she whispers in his ear*

Kill the Doctor, servant. He is distracted and vulnerable, and my presence has disrupted his ability to predict events. Now is your best chance.
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*Nepeta leaps down from the rafters, landing lightly next to Terezi, ears still perked (despite being normal troll ears, quite an impressive feat honestly)*

*She stands casually, but her legs are taught, ready to claw anyone who gets too close to Terezi*

Vriska didn’t liked how that asshole Spades Slick was threatening her sister.
She played with the thought of letting her dice fall direct into the pants of the secret ruler of Midnight City.

//I remember how I summoned one million weasels as we robbed that money transport. It was pure chaos and incredible fun. With some luck my dice may conjure a million hedgehogs into Spady’s pants.//

Her grin was wicked and she waved to her sister to assure her that she was ready to jump onto Slick like a hungry eagle coming from the heavens onto its prey.

*Slick pauses, sending a message to the rest of the Crew: < get ready 3< *

< sorry kid, but you heard the lady 3<
< or didn't i guess. whatever 3<

*he swiftly sends all the knives he was holding but the bait-and-switchblade flying in Scratch' direction, with himself following but a moment later as he leaps forward to finish the job*