Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150916020919

(hope that last dialog/action wasn't too much of overkill...)

"Working on it!" Azulius agreed, diving over his locker to avoid getting shot at. The door opened, and the magician pulled out Roaring Moxie, already loaded and ready to party.

"Hey there, beautiful, miss me?" he spoke tenderly to his gun as she made short work of Shani's restraints. Just as he finished, another shotshell whized past him and he heard the tell-tale noise of a shotgun being broken open and reloaded.

"Any plans?" he asked his teammate. "I'm a little beat for a scrap.  And where's Jack-o-lantern?"

As the scene quieted down for a moment, the Beaconites heard a faint melody coming from outside the warehouse.

''Tie ‘em to a Boarbatusk and slap it! / Tie ‘em to a Boarbatusk and slap it! / Tie ‘em to a Boarbatusk and slap it! / Early in the morning!''

The singing voice was punctuated every couple of notes by either another shotgun discharging, someone's battle cry, or a scream of pain and fear.

''Way, hey! And up she rises!'' / ''Way, hey! And up she rises!'' / ''Way, hey! And up she rises! /  Early in the morning!''

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that voice," Azzie smiled, hoping Shani could put aside her feelings until they were safe. After almost losing her to a saw blade, the magician could cope with her hating him, so long as she lived to a ripe old age as she did so.