Dave decides to make an educated guess.
"Fascinating. The dinosaurs, the shampoo, all of it must be either created from nearby elements or warped in from a different location in space or even time. Such actions would require more energy then man has produced over thousands of years. This energy must be coming from somewhere and the only logical source of such energy is a rift into a different dimension providing energy from there. However, initiating such a rift would take even more energy implying that someone or something on the other side opened the rift or rifts and all the crazy shit going on is ether a byproduct of dimensional instability or an exploitation of the influx of energy by sentient beings. The latter would mean that either the rift has been around for the several years it would take to learn about and exploit the energy it provides, or someone on the other side is teaching people here to utilize it."Mr. Pilton nods along in a sagely fashion, grinning a little.
"Yep, that sure sounds plausible," he says.
"Pretty logical, I guess. I don't think magic works like that, though."* * * * *
Larry elects to remain silent in the face of this rather unfortunate set of circumstances.
Halesey, on the other hand, remains tranquil, yet chatty.
"Yeah, totally have a phone.""Hand it over," the beaneejit says, and Halesey complies. The creature dials 911 and tries to make a call.
"Yeah, 911, this is... somebody. I got a little problem and I need to fix it," the bean asks in a sinister tone.
"What's my problem? You're asking me what my problem is?" it continues after a moment passes.
"Let me ask you, what's your problem? What is your malfunction, you dispatcher prick? Why, I oughta... you know what, fuck you! Yeah, fuck you and alluya motherfuckers, you hear? You're my problem! Assholes asking questions they don't have to. Yeah. Yeah, fuck off already," it concludes, hanging up immediately after it's done speaking.
"Man, fuck these dispatch guys. You know what, I'm just gonna take you two to a hospital," the beaneejit says, beginning to drag his two bleeding captives away from the area, while the strange man simply disappears into thin air. The bean eventually pulls them over to a road and tries to stop a passing car.
Strangely enough, somebody stops at the floating, hairy bean with a gun and two bleeding bodies in tow - a middle-aged, mustached, balding individual in a panel van. He seems curious.
"Can I help you, sir?" he asks, grinning widely.
"Yeah, I need someone to take me over to the hospital to fix these two assholes I got with me right up. Can you do that?" the bean says with annoyance in its voice.
"Sure! You sure you wanna go to the hospital, though?" the guy says, looking Larry and Halesey over.
"I kinda need these mooks alive to get money," the bean says, somehow shrugging without shoulders.
"Oh! I can help with that!" the driver says and laughs, then snaps his fingers. Larry and Halesey are both hit with a pronounced feeling of excruciating pain, followed by the sudden awareness that both of their feet seem to be alright now! The bean looks surprised.
"How'd you do that?" "Never mind that," the guy says, looking at Larry and Halesey.
"You two wouldn't happen to be vendors of gentlemen's literature, would you? I've heard a bit about something like that going on in the area," he continues.
* * * * *
John decides upon a new plan after his latest experience.
"Not quite what I was going for, but cathartic at the very least. Let's step it up a notch, Trey, same thing, only try and cast it as high as you can above the school. Here's hoping their roof isn't that strong.""Let's go," Trey says enthusiastically.
"Guess I'm the cheerleader, then? Eh, screw that, I'll just read the book," Luz grumbles, opening her tome of magic.
[John's affinity roll: 6-->6]
[Trey's affinity roll: 6-->3-1]
The two dudes look up at the sky righteously, and two solid black spots, almost invisible in the darkened, starless night sky of the city, appear out of nowhere - indeed, neither of the two mages would have noticed it had they not specifically willed them to be there. It is oddly satisfying to watch the spots grow closer and closer, and slightly disconcerting to see one of the spheres begin to disintegrate.
"Huh. Must not have secured them properly."It takes a few minutes for the spheres to get close enough to truly appreciate their grandeur - the sight of hairy, rather appetizing-looking yetis (as frightening as that particular thought may be) packed up in a tight sphere followed by a disorganized bunch of methheads is indeed one of the stranger ones lately sighted by the people present.
"Hey, guys, I got Wave of... oh, look at that!" Luz suddenly says, tearing herself away from her literature and pointing at the incoming creatures. Mere seconds after she makes the fact known, the yeti sphere impacts the roof of the building with a thundering sound, the structure of the building collapsing inwards as the flesh of many succulent abominable snowmen is compacted against it with incredible force, creating a small shockwave and knocking up a whole lot of dust, which hardly has time to settle before the building is peppered with screaming, flailing methheads flying into it at terminal velocity, creating additional holes in the roof. Yet more gore splatters into the air as some methheads crash into the area around the building - John and friends are fortunately missed by the barrage, though they do get some bits on their clothes.
"Ew, man. I'm gonna have to wash these clothes pretty hard after the night is done, I think.""Hopefully we won't catch anything."What John is completely sure of, however, is that somebody definitely noticed that from inside the school - the sphere probably went through several floors from the sound of it, actually. It seems that the voice has not steered him wrong! Extreme magical violence does solve a great many problems! The fact that he can hear a bit of roaring from the now partially destroyed roof of the building is a little concerning, though.
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