Streets near the Kwik Stop, Tuesday Afternoon

[rebelseekspizza]

As far as lures went, tiny naked ladies glowing and hanging around in the air were... definitely something. Dante had quinted at them, dancing in the fog. "Right," he'd muttered, brow creasing into a frown... and then immediately found himself having to leap back several feet as a human-sized frog jumped out of the darkness, big teeth shining. "Woah!"

That'd been a few minutes ago. He'd shot at least two more frogs since then.

death frogs all over so weird he texted Anders, phone in one hand and Ebony in the other. hope ur packin staff if ur out.

"Ribbit."

He hit the deck, rolling to the side, and watched a giant, flabby frog go soaring past, kind of like an eagle if eagles were shaped like a brick. "Okay, done with that," he growled, shoving his phone back into his pocket and drawing Ivory. "You ready to croak?!"

[[ expecting one, but open for anyone who wants to help fight frogs. or needs help getting away from frogs. ]]

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[snipsnspecks]

Tiny naked women weren't the only things glowing the in the fog, as Ahsoka was engaging in the time-honoured Jedi tradition of using your deadly glowing laser sword as a torch.

She hadn't actually used it on any of the frogs yet, but given the number she was sending flying through the air with surprised riiiiiiiiiiiiibbits it was possibly only a matter of time.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Woah!" Dante yelled, not for the first time, as another frog flew right past him at a really improbable angle. "What the-- who's there?"

[snipsnspecks]

The next frog changed angle mid-air.

"Dante?" Ahsoka called out.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Ahsoka?!" Dante yelled back. "Be careful where you throw those things!"

[snipsnspecks]

"It's not like I can see you," Ahsoka replied as she followed the sound of his voice, and when she reached out into the Force it was all frogs, all the time.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Gotta get in closer!" Dante called. He drew Rebellion, the mark on his back shining brightly through the fog for a split second. "You don't sound too far away!"

[snipsnspecks]

What Ahsoka wouldn't have given for fully grown montrals right then, though she was still better off than the average human would've been.

"Oh, there you are," she said, when she finally came close enough to see him through the fog.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You need some backup?" Dante asked. He took a swing with the sword, lopping a frog's lures right off. "These things are starting to get on my nerves."

[snipsnspecks]

"They are annoyingly persistent," Ahsoka remarked, drawing her shoto even as she sent a frog she'd swear she recognise flying with the hand already holding a lightsaber.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You gonna keep throwing them around? 'Cause they're just going to keep coming." Dante snagged one of his guns, lightning-fast, and put a bullet in the frog's head.

[snipsnspecks]

Dante did remember that she'd tried to talk the holo-rancor down, right?

"I was trying the less permanent solution first," she said, igniting the shoto with a familiar snap-hiss. "It's not like they're clankers."

[not_every_mage]

Anders had been waiting for a reason to pull out the new staff he'd gotten from Kathy.

And as far as reasons went, human-sized frogs with giant teeth that were eating tiny glowing women made for a good reason, as did Dante's text. He locked Lachlan in the room and went to find Dante, staff in hand.

By the time he made it to the Kwik Stop, the adrenaline of a good fight was coursing through his veins, his shirt was spattered with frog slime and his hair had fallen half out of his ponytail.

He shouted a greeting, and then got distracted battling a frog that just wouldn't stay frozen.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I knew I felt a chill coming in," Dante yelled, firing a round into a frog's head (this one had a glowy bottle hanging off of its lure, of all things) before sprinting towards Anders. "Watch your back!"

[not_every_mage]

Anders glanced over his shoulder, swore, and ducked just far enough out of the way to see a frog crash into the sidewalk where he had been standing.

"Thanks," he shouted back, readying his staff for another assault. "How long have you been out here?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"About half an hour?" Dante called. "Was gonna get back, but I'm just starting to have--"

He shot the frog by the pavement a couple of times, just to make sure it wasn't about to come back. "...Fun."

[cracksmostly]

Merrill had thought she'd seen a book lying at the base of a lamppost wreathed in mist somewhere down the street near the Kwik Stop, and rather than question what it would be doing there, she just had to go over and see if it was anything she'd be interested in.

And then, when she approached it and her player had Far Harbor flashbacks, a frog about the size of a halla pounced at her from around the corner of the building.

"Oh! Hello, you're --" She'd been skittering backwards out of sheer reflex, and now she was far enough back to actually get a look at the thing. And the fact that there were more of them around "Not actually that cute, are you? And . . . you brought friends."

She unslung her staff from her back with only a little bit of a disappointed sigh, and summoned roots up out of the ground to knock the frogs back. "It's not that you're ugly, it's just the part where you're trying to eat people."

[rebelseekspizza]

"That's what I've been telling 'em for a while now," Dante called.

He was standing on the rooftop of the Kwik Stop, trying to get something resembling a good line of sight at her. "But I guess they're just too hungry for it."

[cracksmostly]

"I thought -- frogs ate insects -- and that -- sort -- of thing," Merrill shouted back between the spirit bolts she aimed at the first frog who'd come at her. "I didn't think people tasted like insects."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I guess you learn something new every day!" The row of frogs she'd knocked back was right in front of Dante; he dashed forward, striking at them in a wide, haphazard arc. "Guess we should quit buzzing around."

[cracksmostly]

Another frog, this one closer to a mabari in size, put some extra effort into a leap forward that landed it . . . just short of snapping its jaws onto her arm. She managed to conjure a flying boulder to take care of it, though with a good amount of flailing and pretty much no points for style whatsoever.

"Bees, then! Or is that just humans? Maybe elves taste like something different. Wasps?" She sent another spirit bolt flying toward a frog. "Do wasps taste different from bees?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Stingier!" Because as weird as a topic as that was, Merrill, Dante could never let a good pun go. He vaulted over another set of frogs, landing neatly (and gracefully) by Merrill's side. "So you do magic like Anders, huh."

[cracksmostly]

It was not that weird! It was -- okay, it was, but Merrill was always good for unwittingly handing someone a perfectly good opportunity for wordplay, dirty or otherwise. And wasn't that the important thing? It should be.

"Do you always land on your feet that prettily? No wonder that cat likes you," she exclaimed before remembering the question. "I mean, I do. Mostly. The Circle's approach to magic isn't quite the same as ours."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I try," Dante said, of that first part, smirking at Merrill (he couldn't help himself). Rebellion flared back to life as the mark on his back lit up bright for a few seconds. "And that's good. Circle's pretty shit from what I hear."

He tilted his head at the frogs. "Need a hand here, by the way?"

[cracksmostly]

"I don't like anything I've heard about the Circle. It sounds awful," Merrill agreed, and let a few more bolts of energy fly toward the frogs. "I already have two hands, what would I do with another one? Ooooh, lots of things, probably."

Ah, yet another sadly wasted opportunity for a dirty joke.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Oh yeah," Dante said. "Right now, 'keeping you alive', maybe. But usually--"

Whatever dirty joke he wanted to make to make up for her lack of a dirty joke was going to have to wait, as a frog came hurling at him. He sliced it in two as it came by-- and then had to hit the deck.

Because two halves of a flying frog was still flying frog.