As Larry and Halesey stand before the group of zombies, they work out a quick strategy.
"Halesey..."
"I knew you'd understand me, man," says Halesey, almost patting his comrade on the shoulder. "Don't worry though, I'll just fire off... just a few bits... of hell... just to, y'know, like a warning shot, or something."
He looks back at his foe, and briefly fights the desire to disrobe in order to approach his true nature more adequately.
"Don't worry man," Halesey says blankly, as the plague of fools gets nearer, "it won't be like last time."
Larry, however, figures that last time may not have been that bad, all in all.
"No, no... I think it is that time. In fact, put yours off to one side and I'll put mine off to the other, and we'll fuck these guys ten ways to Sunday."
That's good, Halesey supposes. Time for Maximum Overdrive, then. He turns to the happy-zombies.
"You cannot pass. I am the wielder of the ultimate potato based power, and I'm gonna feckin' well potato your asses to hell, yer big pack of grinning assbiscuits."
[Halesey's affinity roll: 6-->4]
Halesey's mind becomes aflame with the magnificent joy of power released as a sublime potato vortex appears to the side of the plague of smiling halfwits. The zombies look its way, and you can see it in their eyes - it is now that they know true awe and uninitiated fear in the face of this power they cannot hope to comprehend. The Power, in fact, with all the powerful meaning its expressive capitalization holds.
[Larry's affinity roll: 1-->5+1]
Larry is awed as well, it seems, for he seems to entirely forget to fire off his own vortex in the meantime. If Halesey weren't distracted himself, he would still understand, of course. The Power is nothing to scoff at, after all. Together, they watch the outlying zombie located right next to the emerging vortex immediately get pulled inside, followed by another nearer one, and the others immediately begin to grab for their more stable-looking friends. This prevents their fall into the vortex, but results in them falling over in the process. In but a moment, none of the zombies are still standing, although five of them still appear to be around, collapsed on the ground in an awkward group hug.
"What is that?" the Jesus-dude wonders. "Are those, like... potatoes, man?"
Willy, who has stayed behind to watch the shenanigans rather than proceed upstairs, is most shocked at the display.
"Hey Pete, who are these guys? Why'd they get better magicks than me?"
"Through effort, child! Though misguided, they are also blessed, clearly!"
Well, Willy can't have that. He looks at Halesey and Larry, summoning up all his petulance.
"Hey! I want powers too!" he shouts, but the others don't seem to mind him much. Granted, this is understandable - looking at the magnificent potato vortex over there, Willy can honestly say it is more than a little hypnotic. But there is still important business, namely the Finger of God he's supposed to pull or whatever. So he heads up the stairwell, followed closely by Hungry Pete, leaving the two wizards to their potato-related activities.
It takes them only a few minutes to reach the fourth floor, where they notice two ladies, one rather beautiful and businesslike, while the other seems plain, but still very similar in comparison. They also see a fat, rather poorly-dressed man who seems to have made the conscious decision to wear sandals in fall. The man notices them quickly.
"Who the hell are you two? What are you doing here?" he asks while the two women look at Hungry Pete distrustfully.
"We are here on a pilgrimage!" Hungry Pete states simply. "To touch the finger of God and find the true path!"
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