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Vergil     Pepinos Pizza is a dump, and that's if you're feeling charitable. Situated in the sweaty armpit of the city it occupies, sandwiched between a tobacconist and one of those pawn shops with bars on every window, the window casts yellow light into the streets that was probably fluorescent white once, but has been filtered through the layer of grease on the inside of the glass.

    The eponymous Pepino, a short man with a long nose, a slicked short black moustache and little white chef hat wrings his hands frantically as a man with shoulder-length white hair and a red coat loads a pair of handguns. "As quick as you can Tony! The dinner rush, it starts in 10 minutes, I need the place clear!" Tony Redgrave holsters the guns and grips the massive, skull-hilted sword slung across his back. "Hey don't worry Peppy, you've got the best of the best, the number one super-stylish mercenary Tony Redgrave on the job. And just to show my committent to getting this done quick, I put the word out for some help."

    He gestures with a dramatic flourish at everyone who bothered to come out for the promise of free pizza for some dirty work. "I can vouch for 'em! They're almost as good as me!" says Tony, who has assuredly never met any of them. "Well, okay. But remember, we open in 10. So h-h-hurry up!" Tony nods and smirks at everyone. "Okay people... LET'S ROCK!"

    With that, he brutally kicks the door open, warping the aluminium frame to Pepino's despair. The pungent stench of molten cheese, cheap tomato sauce, and too much garlic assails the nose. Sentient gloops of semi-congealed cheese with eyes crawl along the floor, bubbling up in shock at the sudden intrusion on their lair. Their five leaders, other living cheese globs but in knight armour brandish forks to direct the dairy menace at the party!
Bedivere     Bedivere is so very busy. Camelot is a happening place, and tragically he's one of the few with an interest in running it smoothly. It's as if everyone except the people who held camelot together are reuniting. A pizza without the dough, if you will. So while Bedivere's stance doesn't show it, there's the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes from sleepless nights managing the realm. Even Servants have needs.

    There'd been a discussion about food, a brief shouting match in that friendly kind of way, the mention of the outstanding warrant whose prizes include unlimited pizza. And before you know it, a whole *round* of knights are outside Pepinos, Bedivere amongst them.

    Bedivere stares at Tony and Pepino owlishly, but the door gets kicked in and the battle starts without so much as a how-do-you-do. Not to be outdone, Bedivere shouts "to arms!", vaults a small railing between him and the door, and charges in. Seeing the cheese knights, well, there's no better target for a knight to do battle, and a bardiche is in his hands in a flash, going for an upward slice as he slides into close quarters. He'll get fancy when the cheesebeings prove they have a need of it.
Gawain Dressed in a golden-blue winter jacket, white undershirt, and nice pants, Sir Gawain looks fit to walk the city, and he has the boyish good looks to go be in a nicer party of the city.

But instead, he is here to order pizza. He stands next to the other knights, smiling, before he steps into the pizzeria. "It's a quest, then! Come, let us save the dinner rush!"

The knight walks into the kitchen as Tony leads the charge, and summons his sword into his hand with a flick of the wrist. Immediately, with superhuman speed and strength, he bursts in to slice at one of the cheesy knights, trying to see how well they cut.

He doesn't even summon his armor. They're just cheese, Gawain thinks!
Mordred There's another knight-like figure looming not far from where Redgrave leads the makeshift crew into the pizza pit for some much needed demon extermination. Ordinarily, helping humans with an infestation wouldn't get a second glance from Mordred. Why would it? Humans can deal with their own problems, and a great king has to see the bigger picture by going after bigger threats worthy of a king's effort!

... But pizza. Free pizza. Not that she's ever had it before, but the pictures she found on that phone were pretty good, so why the hell not. Upon arriving at the Pepinos, though, the fully armored knight stops at the sight of a familiar face.

Several familiar faces. "What the hell are all of /you/ doing here?" Mordred asks, sounding simultaneously amused and irritated in equal measure as her gaze shifts from Bedivere to Gawain. "Don't tell me... Where's father?"

She spares a quick glance outside, then grunts and charges into the fray with her own greatsword materializing before her. It might not be necessarily effective to use indoors, but stabbing those strange goopy things should be fine!
Lory Thumper      Likely lost amongst the much taller people around her, Lory Thumper has come out in full tac gear to face whatever demonic creatures have taken over this hole in the wall pizza parlor. It's just the kind of place that cops and detectives might like to visit for one reason or another. She isn't really here for pizza though. She is just doing her duty to protect and serve. She checks the mags in her two pistols, then blinks as she realizes that she seems to be surrounded by knights. "...is there a kingdom nearby that I do not know about?" she asks as she looks around at them.

    That can wait though, since Tony leads the charge inside! Once the humans have all made their way inside the bunny cop diverolls in behind then to the side of them and tosses some yellow discs through the air. They land around (or perhaps even in) the cheese creatures before exploding. But, the explosion isn't all that violent and leaves in its wake a quick-hardening foam that is designed to slow down culprits for capture. Of course here it might work more like breadsticks in marinara sauce. "Do we need to use lethal force? I can't say that cheese creatures seem all that dangerous, especially wielding forks!"
Lancelot du Lac      A Grand King requires a Grand Food. And what grander food is there than pizza? Lancelot can think of a few, but he's not really going to argue. It beats mashed potatoes, and it beats hounding that poor Japanese Saber to help sort out a dinner plan for the millionth time. It's also probably a relief for Sir Bedivere as well, with the only concern of theirs being if they have enough money to purchase enough doughy goodness. And they probably do.

     Lancelot arrives as himself, dressed in very casual wear. A purple t-shirt with blue jeans and a nice, weathered black leather jacket. The only really out of place article of clothing the knight is wearing is a pair of tinted glasses. People don't really wear those at night, but it completes the look, and that's what's important to them.

     The plan for a normal, boy's night out to get some pizza is ruined though once they enter inside, as the place is clearly under attack by...Slimes? Made of cheese? The man has fought monsters before, but this is surely a first. Is this the result of witchcraft, or someone's horrible attempts at cooking gone wrong?

     There's no real time to dwell on the thought, as Lancelot moves into action, entering the kitchen and picking up the first thing on the counter he finds...

     A pizza cutter.

     He doesn't seem to care. Why would he care? Anything's a weapon if you're skilled enough. The deathly instrument of cheesy demise glows a faint blue as Lancelot swings the blade at the cheese, attempting to slice and dice in a stylish display of absolute proficiency with, well, almost everything, really.
Vergil     The living cheese, through strange, are not much of a threat. Their armor, as it turns out, is just pizza box cardboard spray-painted silver, so it does nothing to slow Bedivere's bardiche. One of the leaders is downed in the first blink. Gawain follows after and cleaves another cheese in half with his solar blade. Mordred, amidst the brewing Round Table spat, lunges forward to impale a third cheese upon her blade, causing it to start melting in place.

    Lory however, sees fit to render the cheese inedible via liberal application of riot foam, sticking a cluster of them in place. And then Lancelot brings their most dreaded weapon to bear; Pepino's own old pizza cutter attains new life as it is used to slice and dice the creatures to bits! Purpose-made for cutting through melted cheese, they don't stand a chance.

    The quote-unquote leader of the expedition is pulling his weight, but in a decidedly unconventional way. He immediately leaps upon one of the faded, torn spinning stools before the counter at high speeds, sending it spinning with him on top. "WOO-HOO!" he shouts as those two guns fire rapidly. It's a reckless display, and one that could easily result in friendly fire. But not a single bullet misses its mark. Between the six of them, the dining area is cleared of these demons.

    But not cleared of the cheese.

    While the goopy creatures had the appearance of cheese that has gone cold, the substance that makes them up is still piping hot somehow! And as it splatters everywhere as a result of everyone's combined attacks, some are gonna get burned if they aren't careful.

    "Peppy said they started coming out of his pizza oven. Let's go!" Tony shouts, vaulting from the stool to slip through the small window behind the counter through which orders are passed. The others are free to follow him, go the sensible way through the swinging double doors, or some other bizarre stunt. Behind them, Pepino runs into the restaurant with a mop, bucket, and scraper to clean the mess you've all left in your wake.

    But once through, they will see that the kitchen is infested. Infested by giant tomatoes with crooked teeth and massive, beefy limbs. Limbs that these swole tomatoes (swolematos) apply in earnest with punches and kicks aimed at the intruders! They cluster up around the oven, in which everyone can see a swirling portal of cheese, sauce, and pepperonis.
Bedivere     Inside those gooey cheesemonsters is a molten surprise! Bedivere ruptures one like a swollen sack of lava and reaps his just reward, swearing vigorously yet mildly as he has to remove the gauntlet on his human hand to shake the cheese off of it. But as he puts it on, in the wake of the explosive first wave of the assault on the pizzeria, well, he sees. . . and overhears. . . Mordred.

    Lancelot is indifferent, Gawain is in shock, and Bedivere? Bedivere is just so tired. "You." he says, as he raises a slightly cheese-encrusted silver arm to his face and drags it softly against. It begins to glow with holy power, burning away the cheese with a pop and a sizzle. "It had to be you, Mordred." He takes a deep breath, then decides to abandon the conversation before it starts and instead go vaulting the counter right after Tony. "Lancelot has the right idea, Gawain!" He calls, though it doesn't hurt him much less to admit Lancelot has a point. Encountering the swolematos, well, at least these guys probably don't detonate into something moltne hot, right? Unfortunately, it's going to become quite the bloodbath in here as Bedivere immediately turns that bardiche back and does a jumping sweep attack to eviscerate one of the swolematos.
Lancelot du Lac      Lancelot is hit by hot cheesy goo. It hurts, but not as much as Mordred being here. But he said it himself, now's not the time to talk about it, even if he has some very choice words. He's a shining example of knighthood after all, and he can't go ruining that.

     Bullets whiz past the knight's head as the Swolematos now come to join the fray, and he's quick to improvise as ever. With a flick of his wrist, he throws the pizza cutter he had been using previously, aiming for in between the eyes of one of the mutant tomatoes as he picks up yet another kitchen utensil of murder at seemingly random.

     A cheese grater.

     Even Lancelot has to stop for a moment to process what exactly he just picked up, before getting back to work. The grater glows with faint power like the last object, as the Knight of the Lake gets a bit closer into the fray this time, bringing the object closely to one of the enemy tomato's as he quickly begins moving it back and forth against their face until they stop moving.

     Hopefully they have something akin to a central nervous system, or it might take a bit before that happens.
Gawain Mordred arrives. Gawain's brother, by technicality of having the same mother. He's in absolute shock as she speaks up, and it gets him nearly hit by a cheese slime as they explode. However...

He sidesteps out of the way of the hot cheese, incredibly fast, and speaks as they enter the double doors, sliding through them on hot cheese oils with a thumbs-up to Tony, who is actually pretty cool, if insanely reckless. They'll need to talk to him about that.

The swolematos attack. Gawain, still in shock, is speaking to Mordred as they throw their blows. "Are you really here, Mordred? Why have you returned?"

And as a swolemato punches, it hits steel, as Excalibur Galatine deftly blocks all blows, slicing through the swolemato in his wake with precision cutting. He's graceful.
Mordred That didn't feel quite as satisfying as it should have. After stabbing her blade through the cheese knight, Mordred pulls it back to peer at themelting cheese. "So is this part of a pizza or what?" She flicks the sword back and forth a few times curiously, audibly grimacing at Lory when she questions the need to use lethal force. "Why not? They're enemies, so kill them. Also, the hell are you?"

What a strange place. Then again, between Gawain and Lancelot being dressed so casually and that woo-hoo pizza man cheering in the middle of fighting...

Maybe she's got the wrong idea about this place. Bedivere, too, but Mordred's not going to give him a break just for being Bedivere. "Me. Course it's me. Didn't expect dad to come to a dump like this, did ya?" Taking a moment to flick that cheese off her sword once the creatures go down, Mordred notices that the cheese itself is still sliding around pretty easily. "Further in, then? Let's bust 'em up!"

And then Mordred charges right through that window behind Tony. Or she tries to, anyway, trying to dive through it feet first and probably breaking through a large part of it thanks to her armor being an entire suit of armor. She doesn't apologize either way, though, as her attention is instead grabbed by the killer tomatoes coming towards herself and the rest of the group.

"Who else would I be? Mom?" The wild knight scoffs at Gawain while barely hiding her hunger for battle and pizza as the swolematoes beat their beefy fists and feet against her armor. "Hell should I know why I got summoned here? Ain't important. You see dad around?" She tries blocking the strikes with her sword at first, then gives up a moment later. There's some brief flinching at those loud bangs and bashes, but her armor holds strong as Mordred opts for the tried and true strategy of CROSS COUNTER.

Except the cross counter in this situation is rearing back with the greatsword, then cleaving right through them, collateral damage be damned. That might make getting a pizza reward later significantly harder, but... Well, who's counting?
Lory Thumper      The nimble bunny manages to avoid getting any cheese on her by staying back and leaping behind a fallen table when the cheese splatters. Then, on to the kitchen! The knights seem pretty competent, so Lory doesn't mind taking rear guard as they make their way into the kitchen.

     At which point she just kind of stares as Lancelot turns one of the swolematoes into marinara sauce. She really isn't sure how to feel about that. On one hand, they are being attacked by tomatoes. On the other...she doesn't assist with grinding someone into a paste if she can help it. Finally, she just shakes her head and tries to focus despite all the chatter between the knights and this Mordred.

     One of the swolematoes swings at her, and Lory leaps just enough to land on its fist before kicking it in the face a couple of times, then leaps to kick at another before landing on a countertop. She stares for a moment at the pizza portal before...just facepalming and laughing a bit. "A pizza portal. Why not?" she says, obviously somewhere between disbelief and wondering how she could be in disbelief after seeing so much of the Multiverse. She thinks a moment, then looks around at the others. "Any of you knights able to shut down a portal without blowing it up? I'm sure Pepino doesn't want his kitchen destroyed."
Vergil     The swolematos, for their impressive muscles, seem more like bodybuilders than actual gains fiends. That is, their musculature is more for show than power. As such, they pop rather easily upon being struck with any real amount of force. Bedivere neatly slices through their flesh with his bardiche, creating neat giant tomato slices. Lancelot opts to help out with the sauce by getting as much liquid out of the swolematos as possible. The grater mulches through eyes, teeth, and nose with concerning ease, but thankfully the only liquid that comes out is tomato juice.

    The kitchen fills with the rich smell of roasting tomatoes as Gawain cleaves one in half, having managed to remain rather pristine in the wake of the cheese burst. This seems to anger the strange demons as the few survivors attempt to mob him and Lory both. It is at this moment that Mordred crashes through the wall and cleaves through them and the fryer Pepino uses for fries, tenders, and refried pizza bites. The device spills old oil all over the floor, making it slick.

    Lory kicks the last swolemato, sending it sliding back on the oil to be impaled on Tony's outstretched sword. He's surrounded by crude tomato slices and wears a lazy smile. "Hey, everyone. Two - no, three important matters to address." He skates lazily on the spilled tomato juice and oil to stand among everyone. "First, I'm sure you're all having a heartwarming family reunion, but if you get too caught up in it, I'm going ahead and claiming all the pizza for myself." He turns on Mordred, and puts his thumb and index finger to his face, affixing a sly grin to his face as he flaunts his bare, chiselled abs. "Second, I've shown the lady here my handsome mug, so how about she return the favour?"

    He awaits her answer to that question, one way or another, before moving on to the third order of business. "Lastly, we close the portal by going through it, taking out whatever is anchoring it to our world, and then getting the hell out before it closes. So... last one in is the anchovy pizza!"

    And with that, he dives right into Pepino's oven, leaving the chef behind to scream at the sight of his destroyed fryer.

    Those that follow would find themselves in what can only be charitably described as 'Pizza Hell.' The ground is thick cheese mud with pathways of crusts winding around bubbling pools of marinara sauce. Floating pepperoni slices serve as platforms over broad gaps, and living toppings are tortured by pizza slice wizards and pizza box goblins. Tony is already well on his way, leaping over gaps and ducking lightning bolts launched by the wizards. Some of them notice the party and shoot lightning at them, while the goblins produce cartoonish bombs and lob them!
Bedivere     Bedivere inevitably gets drawn into the running commentary and the conversation is only broken by Tony's rather pointedly timed interruption. "Thank you, Mr., ah, Tony. And apologies that we could not find a cleaner way to do this, Ms. Thumper." He says, but he immediately dives through the portal to hell after Tony. Better than being stuck in this conversational rut again, and he's not going to do this and not score the big cheese pizza to bring home to the big cheese.

    On the other side, he immediately finds himself vaulting through the air, taking in the sights of pizza hell, such as they are. Without a second thought, his armored motorcycle materializes under him, gunning it even as he falls into place upon it.

    Seeing what is presumably the load-bearing macguffin in the distance, his motorcycle takes off with a screech and a flailing of sauce. A pizza wizard is cleaved in two with a simple drive-by performed by holding out the bardiche as he rides by at full power on the way to his target, getting the beautiful blade even messier than it already was.
Gawain As they destroy the swolematos, Tony all but asks the group to stop having family drama. Gawain coughs, and nods. "My apologies, Tony. Let us continue our quest, then...into the oven!"

Gawain's boots slide on the oil, and he slips straight through the oven, finding himself in Pizza Hell. He keps his sword drawn, but the mud makes him slightly slower, and there's no sun here at all to boost him. Running forward, he leaps onto a pepperoni, where lightning strikes him from a wizard, nearly knocking him into the gap. He rolls to safety, leaping across, and moves to dive inwards to attack, mad furious slashes of his sword into wizards and goblins.

A bomb nearly blows up in his face in the process, but he rolls out of it, only taking the backblast. He's otherwise fine - this much can't really wind him, as he sets his sword alight, moving to burn the pizza! "Blacken and burn, dark wizards!"
Mordred After a rather curious exchange of words between Mordred and the knights, Tony does something that would normally have the ladies swooning.

Mordred is not swooning. She is very not swooning. When she finally takes off her helmet, the lack of swooning is incredibly obvious from the violent twitching of Mordred's eye and the scowl plastered on her face.

Also, her sword lifting suddenly towards Tony's throat. "Last guy that called me a lady stopped being a guy. Understand?" If not for the fact that Tony was their ticket to the free food, Mordred probably would go further than that, but that sort of threat should be sufficient. Gritting her teeth, she lowers the blade before setting her helmet on a counter, then diving into that oven portal as well.

Pepino gets no explanation or apology, of course.

Upon landing in Pizza Hell, Mordred's mood is considerably more sour than before even as she's surrounded by more heavenly smells. She keeps up easily enough, leaping this way and that while barely flinching at the lightning bolts and bombs tossed their way.

"Ain't got time for this... Get the hell out of my way!" Yeah, Mordred's starting to get hangry. So hangry, in fact, that her greatsword starts to crackle with red lightning as she starts lashing out with it, firing lightning bolts at the wizards in some sort of bizarre form of irony!
Lancelot du Lac      "Our King requires this pizza, I apologize but you will not be claiming all of it for yourself, Sir Tony."

     Lancelot is either too dense to get that the man is joking, or isn't in the mood. His face is stern, so it's a bit hard to tell. He also doesn't quite get why being anchovy pizza is bad, it's actually pretty good. Or, at the very least, he thinks so.

     The Knight of the Lake joins the group into Pizza Hell, discarding the cheese grater by placing it back on a counter before hand. A suit of white gleaming armor now covers the heroic spirit, blue cape fluttering in the wind that may or may not be there.

     "COME, FOUL FOOD DEMONS! TASTE THE BLADE OF SIR LANCELOT AND RUE THE DAY YOU DECIDED TO INCONVIENENCE OUR KING!"

     Sir Lancelot attempts to push past the bombs. It doesn't work exactly as planned, as the knight clearly stumbles a bit as he's caught in some of the shockwaves of the explosions, but he stands, and the brunt of the damage is mostly soaked up by his glittering armor.

     There's a swirl of blue mist as a white and gold sword appears in their hand. The movement is fast and masterful, as the armored Frenchie brings down the pristine blade down on a group of goblins as the others deal with the wizards. Because mob control is important too.
Lory Thumper      Lory hesitates just a moment as Tony leaps through that portal. Then she remembers that she has jumped through a pretty dangerous portal before and runs across the counter before leaping and spiraling her way through the portal.

     She lands on the other side in a three point stance, then takes off running, expertly leaping, somersaulting, and spiral jumping her way between pasta bolts and goblin bombs. And even in the midst of her evasives Lory pulls her dual pistols and starts firing shots. As an expert marskman, she can place her bullets pretty much exactly where she wants them. And right now where she wants them is through the chests of these dangerous pizza-based baddies. "So, which one is the main one?" she asks as she follows quickly after Tony.

     She also waves off Bedivere. "It's alright. Seems like this guy knows what to do. Just hope we make it out or I might have to ask that punk kid for a ride again." she says, frowning just a bit at the memory of her and Riku's adventure in the World of Darkness. She also spares a glance toward Mordred before moving closer to Bedivere. "...is she always this...pleasant..?" she asks just above a whisper.
Vergil     The minions of Pizza Hell put up slightly more of a fight that the cheese globs and swolematos. The pizza wizards attempt to weave a soda barrier to deflect the jousting blow of Bedivere, the burning slash of Gawain, the arcing slash of Mordred, the gunshots of Lory. But soda, while delicious in moderation, is always diet when it comes to defence. They are cleaved, shot, burned and electrocuted, leaving only ash.

    Lancelot meanwhile takes it upon themselves to deal with the goblins. For the first time, he produces a real weapon, and they have no chance. They are slashed to bits, and the ones that live only get to see their own bombs blow up to finish the job. The path is clear.

    Tracking Tony is easy, just follow the brass casings on the ground. As the party catches up, they see him confronting a figure at the end of the path. A diminutive creature hovers in the air with its back to everyone, flanked by giant statues of pizza slices and tapestries of swords crossed behind a pepperoni pizza. "So, this is all your doing shortstuff? Just so you know, I'm getting paid in pizza to take you out." Tony shouts.

    The creature rotates. It is clad in a yellow smock with a matching chef hat. Its nose is bulbous, and it has a sleek black moustache. It's eyelids flutter, and them open to reveal pitch black eyes. Its mouth stretches far beyond the length of its face in an awful, toothy grin. It speaks in a guttural tone. "FOOLS! NOBODY DESTROYS THE NOISE!"

    The ground underfoot suddenly collapses into a sinkhole of cheese. Whirling pizza cutters erupt from the oozing dairy to carve and slice as the party is dragged down towards an awful, gaping mouth. If they don't deal with The Noise quick, this might be the end!
Bedivere     Bedivere's motorcycle (increasingly a motorsaucele. . . that'd be hell to clean out of a mundane machine) revs hard, hauling him out of the molten sinkhole in a whirlwind of sprayed sauce and cheese and the sound of a magically overtuned engine. "It won't be so simple as that to stop us, Noise!" He growls as he crests the lip of the crater, narrowly avoiding sharply incoming pizza cutters, backhanding a few with Airgetlam.

    He ends up hopping into the air, motorcycle immediately tearing into one cheesy banner and proceeding to climb it. Hitting the pepperoni shield, shreddings of meat begin to fall as he makes a hard turn on the banner in aggressive defiance of physics. "Switch on - Airgetlam!" he calls, hissing through his teeth as his silver arm begins to surge with holy light from every seam and crack, channeling it down into his bardiche, edge starting to glow hot and gleam. Nitro bursts with a roar from the motorcycle as it launches forward at dizzying speed, Bedivere standing up in the seat and rearing back to deliver a massively torqued blow to the diminutive mastermind of pizza hell. "Dream not of threatening a hungry knight!"
Gawain As they track Tony, there's a hovering small creature, some sort of weird chef, flanked by statues. "Well, this is...weird!" Gawain says, as the Noise reveals itself, collapses the ground, and Gawain starts to fall inwards. He almost is swallowed by the mouth, as he wasn't expecting /that/, scraping against him and hurting him as a pizza cutter slices into him, but the knight is fine.

Pointing Excalibur Galatine upwards, Gawain jumps. He boosts with the sword's thrusters to fly straight up for the Noise, as the fires burn brilliantly hot. "Take this!"

And moves to slice straight into the noise and cut him up. Gawain is willing to take out their evil pizza demon foe, if necessary.
Lancelot du Lac      The goblins are dead, and the end of this cheesy nightmare is within sight. The mastermind behind this whole mess finally reveals their face, and Lancelot grips tightly onto his sword with both hands.

     And then there's a gooey pitfall full of molten cheese and pizza cutters. To think the very weapon he had used to start this battle would now be used against them. Is it poetic? Irony? Honestly, Lancelot doesn't know, he's not really good with literature stuff. He's a KNIGHT. A very knightly knight that deals with his problems in a very knightly manner. Like just moving forward.

     The white knight grunts audibly as he pushes through the pit, clawing and fighting his way through the swirling cheese and metal cutters. His armor is scratched and stained with grease and covered in scratches, his exposed face covered in knicks, and his once wonderfully blue cape now reduced to tatters. But he just pushes forward through it all, his sword growing brighter as he does so.

     "Reach the edge of the world and go beyond it's limit. O distant king, witness this light!"

     He's out. He's approaching The Noise. Arondight thrums and vibrates violently, trying to escape the knight's hand as it's now overflowing with so much energy that it's glowing a bright blue.

     "ARONDIGHT OVERLOAD!"

     He brings the sword up over his head, before bringing it down, the sound of what could be mistaken for a chainsaw filling the air as the sword lets out all its energy and just cuts.
Lory Thumper      The ground opens beneath them, and somehow even as she starts falling Lory leaps off a piece of crust and backflips to land on another, then leaps and lands on another and another and another, and with one last leap she pulls her grapple gun and fires it right at the Noise, aiming to catch his foot and keep her from falling into those whirling blades. "...The Noise? I was really expecting...like...the Pizzamancer or...the Sauceror...or even The Pie. But, The Noise?" she says as she hangs there, then hits the button to reel herself upward and pulls a pistol with her other hand. She starts to swing, and just before she would reach The Noise she uses the momentum to leap and go spinning upward, head facing down toward the pizza warlock and now both pistols in hand. Magnetically accelerated bullets start raining down as she keeps sailing upward, and they don't stop until her inertia is finally countered by gravity.

     And, uncertain if there will be any ground to land on, she aims to land carefully on the shoulders of one of those sturdy knights below her. "Sorry to drop in like this." she says once she has landed.
Vergil     The Noise snarls as everyone refuses to go down. "YOU'LL NOT KILL ME THAT EASILY FOOLS!" He pulls up a bunch of the cheese and surrounds himself in a dome of oozing, stringy defence. In spite of that, his taunts are, unfortunately, very audible. "YOU'LL NEVER KILL ME NOW! DIE A CHEESY DEATH!" And it is then that Tony Redgrave acts. Using his sword to block the spinning pizza cutters, he is launched towards the Noise and lunges with his sword. The blade crackles faintly with red energy as he slashes through, rending open a gap in the barrier. He then bounces off another spinning blade and repeats the cut, again and again to open a hole in the Noise's defences for everyone else. "Take him out!"

    And take him out they do.

    Bedivere's spear pierces through the Noise's little body, causing him to gush marinara sauce. "hrgh... GOOD TRY, BUT IT'LL TAKE MORE THAN THA-" Gawain rocket boosts up to him and engages in a furious flurry of fiery swordplay. "ARGH! YOU HAVEN'T WON YET!" Lory descends on him with a hail of gunfire. "STOP IT! THAT REALLY HURTS!"

    And then Lancelot swings Arondight.

    The chamber is rent in twain, as is the Noise. A nightmarish roar fills the air as the very essence of Pizza Hell is severed. "Argh... from the trash bin, for all discarded pizza... I stab at thee..." the Noise's two halves say weakly.

    And then they dab before he explodes into cheese. What an awful little gremlin.

    But now bigger problems arise. The cheese that was getting sucked down now all explodes up like a volcano. A surging wave of the stuff threatens to overwhelm everyone unless they get out of there now. Tony is surfing the wave on a silver platter. "Time to go everyone! Get to the exit!"
Bedivere     Bedivere's machine is scorching hot now, grease and cheese bubbling off of it as fast it can find any miserable excuse to get onto it, but it's still ridable for him and potentially a passenger. Moreover, he's probably the fastest person here, so he can afford the wait, at the edge of the wave of cheesy lava, scanning to be sure everyone has their house in order. And, well, Mr. Rocket Sword is fine, but Lancelot du Lac is ironically not at all that at home in actual lakes, let alone lakes of cheese, and unfortunately Lancelot is Thumper's only ride. With the sound of shlorping cheese, the bike skids over to the pair.

    No words expressly need to be said here, the offered hand's meaning is obvious, allowing Lancelot to climb aboard with Lory Thumper. "It's pizza time," Bedivere says, grimly bemused, as he guns the engine one more time, magic nitrous roaring out of the exhaust and leaving a crispy golden brown coating on the cheese wave as he floors it for home. Wind rank with stale grease whips by them, engine running hotter and portal growing unstable by the moment. But it's no match for that machine, which kicks them through with time to spare. Considerably less time to spare however occurs on the other side, with an oil-slick kitchen floor, a motorcycle that just barely fits, and while the brakes are good they are going *very* fast. Bedivere does the only thing he can think to do, de-summoning the bike in an instant, forming a makeshift airbag out of himself as he hits the floor and skids all the way to the shelving at the far side, denting it with an unpleasant grunt, but able to catch the other two only losing the rest of the air from his lungs. "Ow."
Gawain The Noise explodes, as the cheese comes down like a volcano. Gawain lands on the floor, admiring Arondight briefly before remembering who is swinging it, and then dashing towards one of the statues. He knocks it down, and leaps onto a fragment, riding it down the wave like Tony is on a silver platter and following him down to the exit. "Let's go!"

When they get to Peppino's, he'll be ready to eat some pizza. He's starving. And also toss Peppino the contents of his wallet, so that he can replace that fryer Mordred destroyed.

"All's well that ends well!" Gawain says, ignoring the hole in the wall.
Lory Thumper      Lory doesn't seem proud to have killed the Noise. She actually shakes her head as he is slashed in twain. "And we're the fools..." she mutters as she and Lancelot are pulled up onto Bedivere's bike. She hangs on tight as they race toward the portal. They rocket through, and Lory ends up being protected by Bedivere as they crash into the kitchen. She blinks as they finally come to a stop, then carefully gets up before looking down at Bedivere and Lancelot, then over at Gawain and Tony. She offers Bedivere a hand up (even though her help in getting an armored knight to his feet would probably not be much help) and smiles to him. "Thanks for the ride." she says, then looks around at the kitchen. "So...guess we did it? Not sure we didn't destroy the kitchen, though..." she says, rubbing the back of her neck and looking around for Pepino.

     When pizza is mentioned again, she waves a hand. "I don't think I'm in the mood for pizza after all that. And no, I can't believe you still are." she says, aiming that last part toward Tony.
Vergil     Everyone comes crashing through Pepino's oven just as the portal closes behind them. A torrent of sticky cheese follows them through, but the tide is stemmed quickly as the oven becomes just an oven once more. Pepino looks on at his kitchen in horror, having managed to get it serviceable again just as everyone came out.

    "Hey Peppy! Demon problem solved, that's our end of the deal held up. Pizza time!" Tony rubs his hands together greedily as customers start coming in. "Hey Papino, you get robbed or something?" a regular calls out. The Italian chef sighs and rolls up his sleeves as Tony grins at Lory. "Always in the mood for pizza! Delicious, cheap, and keeps you going!" And then it becomes clear that his love of the food is partly economical.

LATER THAT NIGHT

    Tony is into his fifth pie as Pepino loads up the Knights with their massive order. "Good job! That was awful!" he says with a forced smile as he takes money and gives change to another customer. Tony pats his belly and burps. "I think that's all I can take. Good doing business with you Pepino." With that, he stands and leaves, leaving his two guns on the table.

    Their grips now have finger and thumb grooves dung into them, the trigger on one snapped clean off, and the slides are crumbling to bits as if they had been forced to fire beyond their limits.