(OOC: For those who missed it the first time, here is the ponified Reni: http://violetwhirlwind.de.../gallery/6215710#/d45grs (though not in FIM style) )

IC:

"Ok what is going on he--Mpph!" *SHUNK!* A low-flying apple turnover - spinning in a similar manner to a boomerang - lodged itself in Serenity's mouth rudely as she arrived in town. Momentary surprise replaced the irritation on her purple face, before the irritation returned. *Pleh.* Dropping the pastry from her mouth, she continued. "...What is going on here?" Late? Me? I can't believe it...it's these silly HOOVES...I tell you! I would have been here first if I had my true form! Pastries had lodged themselves on and in her quills as she entered the town, until she resembled a walking pastry buffet...adding to her annoyance.

TBC

(OOC: XDXD...Accidentally wrote 'monetary surprise' there at first...

EDIT: what the....censor...I used something other than 'silly' ...but it wasn't a swear word...but it censored it to 'hooptie' O.o

Edit3: That better? I didn't realize it did that...it still shows up with the elipse...but the whole link is there now.)

OOC: Is there a way you can take the ellipse out of your link, Violet? It's a dead link otherwise.

IC:

Kayla eyed the damage done by the explosion carefully. Icing of a variety of colors blanketed the area around the bakers' shop. Kayla thought she should be more concerned about the situation that she actually was, but living in Sega City with four Mini-Cons had dulled her sense of surprise somewhat.

What did concern her was the mad cackling coming from the shop.

"Oh, Primus," she muttered, "Why did I even wake up this morning?"

OOC: Okay, Reithe, I've got a reference pic here for ya.

JUST WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?!

For those of you reading this fifteen minutes later after fainting from the sheer epic, that's not what Justin really looks like. XD; He's an orange (a deeper shade than Applejack's but not much deeper) unicorn pony with somewhat-scruffy parted blue hair for his mane.  His cutie mark is a pair of black-tinted Kamina's shades (since a literally-V-shaped pair of shades would be even more unlikely to wear than Kamina's).  His eyes are turquoise, like his human form's.  His body build is just about the same as most of the regular male ponies in the show (you know, the various NPCs we see in the background or, occasionally, chatting with).  When the time is right, he will also be able to summon an actual pair of the shades, but at least for the moment he hasn't tapped into that special power yet.

I also feel like I'm writing Pinkie Pie too sanely.

http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Mr._and_Mrs._Cake   <-- this has pics of both Mr. and Mrs. Cake for the sake of reference, in case that helps.

  <^-- these are links to templates that could be used for our ponies.  I'd have used the brony one for myself but I'm kind of pathetic at using art programs.  But if you guys are more talented like that, maybe you can utilize these for yourselves.
IC:
While there were still cooked goods all over the ground, Justin felt relief at seeing the chimney plugged up enough to stop shooting off baked missiles.  "Good going, Leraku!" he called out.  "That should stop us from getting beaned from above!"

"You mean muffin'd," pointed out the pink pony with the somewhat curly hair and sugar-infused nature.  "Beans aren't a sweet, sillypants, they're a vegetable!"

"...but I'm not even wearing-oh, never mind!"  Justin shook his head rapidly, then pointed his horn at the unnamed pegasus pony.  "You may have something there, um, you!  We have to stop the source of this cooking.  Don't ask me how they're using spoons when they don't have hands, but if we take them away, then that should stop them!"

"Hands?  What are those?" asked the pink pony.

"Argh, enough of this!  I'm going in!  CHARGE!"

Justin charged all right, banging the door open as he crashed into the sweets shop.  About three seconds later, he flew out the door in a wave of frosting and slid for several feet before coming to a halt on the ground, his eyes spinning.  Licking his lips and swallowing, he looked up at the others.  "I, uh, I'm open to ideas," he said sheepishly.

"Why don't you just use your magic?" asked the pink pony as she bounced up and down near Justin.  "You're a unicorn, right?  You could whisk away their whisks!"

Justin wasn't sure how much sillier this could get.  "Well, um, anyway!  I got a look at 'em, it looks like they're in the kitchen just down the hall by the stairs.  If there were only another way in..."

OOC: I still think I'm writing Pinkie Pie too sanely, but considering how insane she sounds to Justin, and vice versa, I think it's actually working out.

Leraku pondered for a few moments, then smirked.

"I have a cunning plan..." He leaned over to justin. "I'm going to go in like a NIIINJAAAA." "...What."

Leraku disregarded Justin's misunderstanding and quietly snuck in. He managed to hide behind piles of baked goods and, managed to get to the basement door. He quickly slid down the stairs and hid in the shadows, and went over to the gas feed for the bakery. He cut off the gas and ran back upstairs, then got blown away by a wave of frosting, similar to Justin. He tumbled out the door and laid against the wall, panting. "Well... no more pastries to worry about coming from them. Now we just have to worry about their frosting and other sweets that aren't baked! I think i'm gonna... sit here for a sec... though. Hoooweee." Leraku wiped his face off and sat down.

OOC: Hope you don't mind me 'Controlling' justin, terg, though just for a second and somewhat... in character i'd think.

(OOC: XDXD Epic Robot Unicorn pic is epic. Also...templates are win...might try to use those later.

XD You're doing fine with Pinkie....considering how crazy - make that absolutely positively frizzing INSANE - she is, you should be commended for even attempting to play her. XD I know I couldn't. XP

No IC from me yet, as I should be in bed right now. XP)

OOC: Ramza has been turned into a black horse with a dull grey mane styled long and straight. His "BRO mark" is a root covered amethyst. And I'll have to do an IC later, as I am completely fried, so if someone would like to move Ramza into a position that allows for you to continue while I recover, go ahead. I'm sure some of you know how he would react to stuff.

IC:

Serenity glanced around the town. It seemed the ONLY residents were ponies. "Okaaaay..." Now where are all these pastries coming from... Her gaze fell on the bakery. Now that the chimney was plugged, the rain of food items gradually petered off. Then she spied the group of ponies out in front. Most of them looked confused at the events...and also seemed...out of place somewhat in this world (with the exception of one hyperactive pink pony)...though she was unsure exactly WHY. That might be the best place to try to find some answers. She plodded over; her head was low..she was somewhat embarrassed about wearing so many pastries on her quills...and they were weighing her down, if not physically...then mentally.

When she reached the others, she stared as a wave of frosting carried something that looked like a cross between a lemur and a...dragon? out the door of the bakery. This just served to confuse her more. "Oooookaaaaay...." She said again, sitting abruptly on her rear legs. "This just gets odder and odder..."

TBC

(OOC: There...she finally got to where the others are. XP)

Oc: Is anyone else having problems with the PM system? I don't think its working still

OOC: We probably need a little progression here - it's treading a little water, it seems.

I don't feel like being 'the guy who can lead' right now, so I'll just put my hoof up and Say I'm still here and just waiting for what the next move for the group will be. Perhaps some discussion in-chat is required to reach a next step post. XD;

oc: It begins! (wip)

{{ I shall dub thee Reithe-bow dash from now on. 83 }}

OOC: Since Lera is tuckered out, he's unfortunately unable to traverse the frosting stream for a bit.

OOC: Just so you guys know, we have a new OOC thread over at my board - here is the link.  OOC thread link

It should help us circumvent communication problems and let us all chat about the RP, not just those who may happen to be in the chat at the time (though that is still awesome and cool too).

IC:
"Good work, Leraku!" crowed Justin as he picked himself up and shook off as much of the frosting as he could.  "With that out of the way, maybe we can-"

A barrage of donut holes spat out of the front door at the group, and everyone scattered.  "But I cut off the gas!  How could they still be cooking things in there?" cried Leraku.

"Wait a second...I saw that they had some kind of cauldron in the kitchen," said Justin.  "And it seemed like things were just...popping out of it!  Maybe that's the real source of the problem here..."

The chimney shook and shuddered, and briefly bulged before the rock blockage exploded outward.  Everyone had to duck and dodge the rocks as well as the extra barrage of sweets and goodies that rained down with them.  Thankfully there weren't that many rocks.

"Back to this again," growled Justin as he stood his ground.  "Okay, nopony can do this alone - we may not know each other that well, but by thunder, we'll have to work as a team to punch through and reach Mr. and Mrs. Cake!  You, um...what's your name?"

"Pinkie Pie!"

"...Pinkie Pie, is there a back door to the shop?"

"Yup!  It leads right into the kitchen!"

Justin glanced at the other ponies.  "Okay, we need someone to go around the back and peek in, see what's going on in that kitchen.  Do we have a volunteer?"

“I’ll go.” Said the Pegasus simply, and trotted towards a
nearby building.

Seeing their volunteer wondering off, the Lemur-Drake scooted
forward from his perch and yelled after the wayward pony “Hay! You’re going the
wrong way you know?”

“I know!” Came the reply as she disappeared from view.

A minute or so passed and the group began to think their
unusual tagalong had gotten lost.   Another
bout of cackling from the bowls of the Cake shop didn’t seem to bode well at
all.  In fact they were in the process of
deciding who would go next when the mare trotted back into the courtyard the opposite
direction from which she had left.  A mildly
perplexed look tinted her still beaming face as she drew up beside the group
and gestured for them to follow.  Leading
the herd around the building out of sight of sugar cube corner, she finally
turned to report her discovery. 

“Well, it’s
the strangest thing.  The good news is
that the back door is open and leads almost straight into the kitchen.  And thebetter news is I think you’re right about
the caldron.” She continued, now turning to Justin in particular “See, I got around the back
and couldn’t glimpse much through the windows ‘cus of all the icing sugar in
the air.  So I did like you said and
peeked in through the door.  Only when I
opened it, there was a pony right behind it!  
I think it was Mrs Cake, she looked right at me!  I swear she did! I tried to run but I kinda
got stuck in the doorway, there’s no way she could have missed me there! The
weird thing was nothing happened, she didn’t even say anything, just walked
away carrying a tray of buns across the room. 
There was this pleading in her eyes, like she was trying to say
something to me but couldn’t.

     "So, I
sneak in a little further and watch the Cakes’ walking around all stiff, like old
string puppets.  They seemed to be just
moving things around now.  Mr Cake is bringing up tones of firewood and Mrs Cake’s
making room for more baked sweets.  And you were
right; it’s all coming from the cauldron! 
The ceiling’s covered in sponge from when you blocked up the
chimney!  But the Rrreallly creepy thing
is the caldron itself.  It isn’t even a caldron
really, more like a giant ugly metal spider!  It’s got these huge bug legs coming out from
underneath it and a face etched into the front with these horrible talons.  It looks really mean, all except the fact that its pumping out delicious things.  It even keeps laughing manically, the whole
thing is so very cliche.”  She dismissed,
waving a hoof as though to indicate her disapproval, “Anyway,  Mr and Mrs Cake shouldn’t be a problem so
long as we can get rid of that spidery boiling pot thing.   Though
we might only get the one chance.  What
about the fastest Strongest pony’s going through the front and the rest headed
through the back?”

*Null n' Void*

OOC: Hold on there, Leraku - appreciate how much you want to help keep things moving, but Leraku's already done a lot on his own to help save the day.  And given his newly-limited size, and with everything else he's done, it's probably asking a bit much for him to do all of that by himself with a big heavy cauldron.

We'll just go on like that post hasn't happened - remember, part of the point of a Group Mission is that everyone needs to be able to participate, it's a team effort.  So let's have people volunteer their ponies for either one op or the other - front door or back.

OOC:

I'm not entirely sure what's going on, so if someone wants to hijack Kayla, feel free to.

IC:

"Did you say fastest? I'm THERE..." Serenity paused for a minute, reconsidering. "Although...I'm not sure if I still have my speed in this wacky world..." Then again...with all the pastries stuck to me... she thought ironically, I might be better at stealth. Aw who am I kidding...I'm TERRIBLE at stealth...

TBC

(OOC: My av shrank I think....O.o  Or am I losing my mind? XD; )

OOC: Yeah. I had the urge to... RP SOMETHING... Every once in awhile i just... meh. I can erase it if you want - i just thought it'd be funny if he was like, unconscious or something.

Mobius snorted as he looked around at the group - he figured that if anyone was going to be good at getting some evil forces attention, he would...and as he twitched his tail impatiently to see if anyone was up to the task, it was becoming implicitly clear that nopony was daring or confident enough to do a job that required a good management of skill and risk...he knew what he had to do.

" Fine, ya big bunch of Pansyponies... " Mobius stated, stomping a hoof in part-amusement, part-annoyance. " If there's danger ahoof, I'm game to get into the mix and sink my teeth into it - The rest of you can probably follow Justin and...the other one...and do what needs to be done that way. "

Mobius flapped his wings a few times and slowly rose into the air, grinning at the realisation that this was gonna be freakin' fun.

" Alright, ponies...When you're ready - Let's Cinnamon Roll! "

“FOR KINGDOME!” Shouted the excitable Pegasus as she tried to follow Moby’s lead. She galloped forwards towards the courtyard with determination in her eyes, opened her wings as far as they would stretch and brought them down hard...

The result was quite the spectacle for all who were watching. Immediately as her wings began their decent it was apparent that something had gone drastically wrong. First she stumbled, and then her front hoofs left the ground closely followed by her hind. Rising vertically blind panic took over as she began to bank back towards the ground. The whole flight from first flap, to backwards flip and arrival on ground three feet behind where she’d started took only a slit second. Unsteadily she got back to her feet, shook away the spots in front of her eyes and cleared her throat.

“For kingdom?”

This time she kept her wings tucked in as she charged for the door way.

Leraku mumbled inconherently by the wall of the bakery, seemingly passed out.

           Ramza climbed out of the pile of confectionery goodness, tossing a few of the doughnuts aside. "I will go." stated the horse proudly, before another doughnut smacked into his face. He sighed and looked to Justin with a bit of a shrug. "I don't know if I can manage to be fast, like this, but I can probably storm through this wave of... baked goods..." He stopped in the middle of his speech for a moment, suddenly thinking about where he was. "I've gotten completely smashed, haven't I?"

{{ Ramza - In my above post, Mobius already kinda stated he was going, I'm just kinda waiting for the right moment to post the follow up. }}

OOC: I know. And so, Ramza is joining you.

{{ 😛 Ah, I assumed it was just a one-man thing...s'cool, Waiting on a particular post now and then we can charge! }}

Justin hoofed, er, huffed, at Mobius's impertinence.  The orange unicorn figured that he was more suited for a frontal assault than sneaking around the back - after all, though he hadn't been musclebound in human form, he'd been athletic at least, and this new body felt stronger, if more awkward.  But before Justin knew it, his hesitation had lost him a place on the team tackling the front of the goodie store.

Then again, being the dungeon crawler that he was, maybe taking the rear wouldn't be out of place for him - after all, it was only when he had worn a certain powered suit that frontal assaults were especially his style...

"Okay, guess that means the rest of us are on Bravo Team," he announced, smirking a little as he pranced around to the side and gestured with a hoof to the remaining two ponies.  "Martin, you and, uh, you..."

"Kayla," answered the lavender pony.

"Kayla," repeated Justin, "Martin and Kayla, we're going around to the back!  Follow me!"

Not that he had any special idea of what the hay they were going to do once they got there, but Justin had a knack for thinking of what to do in the thick of things; he was sure either he would figure something out, or one of the others would.

oc: grrr will post tonight and move things forward even if it KILLLSS ME SAD.  watch this space... but first, coffe

Something was amiss. She couldn’t quite put a hoof on what exactly that something was, though it hardly seemed relevant given her present aura of calm. Everything seemed right with the world. And yet, was the world always so insubstantial? All morning she had felt as though the air was filled with a kind of miasma that dismissed everything but the task at hand. Maybe she had been working too hard. Yes, that was it. After all the High Summer festival was only a few days away and the longest day of the year always went hand in hand with the longest celebration. Earlier another pony had swum into her empty world, but she was far too busy for idle chat. Though now she came to think about it she hadn’t seen any one for hours, not even Mr Cake who should have been just as tied up as herself.

‘No time to worry about that now,’ She thought inwardly. ‘There are orders to fill, pastry to make, the pot must be fed.’

The mare’s brow wrinkled. “The pot must be fed?” she said aloud, and was once again enveloped in the cotton wool world where only her task beckoned.

Kneed the dough. She could feel it dully between her hoofs.

Put it in the tin. She pushed the thick mixture into folds and lifted its gloopy mass into the awaiting vessel.

Take it to the pot. She picked up the proto bread and walked towards the blistering heat of the fire-

And was taken off her feet in a flurry of hoofs and wings.

Something slipped from her head and hit the floor with a metallic clatter.

Mrs Cake blinked as the world spun suddenly into focus. Long wooden rafters stretched out above her, the familiar ceiling now coated with flower dust and splattered icing. What had happened to her beloved shop!?! Mind suddenly sharp as a pin swung to magnetic Pinky for a moment before a more organised part of the brain that had been waiting patiently in line, coughed awkwardly and handed a card to her frontal lobes. Had it actually have been written down, it would have probably read ‘Evil pot, mind control, no time, get out!’

Something buzzed next to her ear. Fear rushed up her neck as a wave of razed hairs and adrenalin as she gingerly turned her head to see what was scuttling towards her.

It was a brass ladle.. .with wiry legs... and eyes... And Teeth.

Every fibre of her being repelled away from the encroaching creature, but was quite surprise when her own rising scream was overtaken by a louder, far more insistent one.

A lilac hoof descended from the either onto the unsuspecting implement, whose metal eyes bulged in outright shock and the sudden mistreatment.

Some part of the startled owner must have had some wits about it, as she scooted back before looking up and the Pegasus whose unexpected appearance had heralded the hoofs of fury. The filly was pounding on the floorboards on and around the bug like ladle with her eyes screwed tightly shut and a look of terrified glee on her features. She was shrieking “Ahhh ear spoon bug ear spoon bug ear spoon bug! Ew Euw EEuuuw!”

Franticly Mrs Cake looked around the scene of chaos. The room was filled with ponies, all wearing a battled hardened look of determination. Some had leapt over a small wall of icing that partly blocked the front door. Others had broken through the back entrance, and all were converging on the giant, black, spider-esc cauldron that sat in the blazing fireplace on the far side of the room.

What in Equestria was going on here! And Who had been EXPLOADING in her kitchen!

oc; FINALY only took till 2 am >.> gosh I'm terrable at this time keeping thing

(OOC: Ahahah. till 2 am? awesome post though. I just finished a large post in the regular RP forum, so I'm a bit RPed out for now, but....will get back to this when I'm not so tired)

{{ A little uninspired yesterday, but I plan on having Action Mobius doing action-ey things with Typical Pegasus Attitude today! =D }}

OOC: Aye, sorry for my lack of activity. Life simply got in the way and I was a tad lazy to boot. Also I hope I don't take over the situation too much in this post.

IC: During
this time, Martin had said nothing and had mainly stuck to the back,
dodging the confectioneries with what looked like dancing, pony dancing.
Another good thing was that the voice of that scoundrel Dover was
gone. Peace and quiet at last.
He was quite glad that so many others volunteered to lead the assault
team, better them getting their brains munched on when the zombies
come out than himself. Zombies were always what end up happening,
regular zombies, alien zombies, pony zombies, but it always ended
with zombies. He followed Justin, best be behind someone as well, so
they get snacked on first. Then he saw it and his eyes fixed on it, a
odd spider creature of some sort. What the-
A giant
cauldron spider? Who writes this stuff? Nerds on some Internet forum?

... I thought I
got rid of you, you lout.

Oh, you can't
get rid of me! Never.

Can you at
least turn the volume down?

You
wish!

Martin at that moment suddenly charged at the spider cauldron, spun
around and hind kicked it, then completing the the full spin.
Crap...it didn't tip over...what have I just done?

Tried to be a hero, hero.

The spider focused on Martin, considering he was the one who decided
to charge it first.

What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do-

Tango.

Tango?

Yes, the dance.
You do know it right?

Of course.

Do it. Just
don't get too close to your partner.

Martin started to tango with the cauldron in an attempt to dodge it's
attacks, turning an already weird situation weirder.

Kayla darted back and forth attempting to dodge the cauldron.

"A cauldron spider?" she said incredulously, "I don't think I want to know who came up with that."

The cauldron lunged at her. She whacked it with her tennis racquet, knocking it back long enough for her to get out of range.

"Any other ideas?" she asked.

Oh man, Mobius dreamed of days like this - the freedom to truly fly by the skin of his teeth into a situation and do whatever he could...and right now, with the chaos going on in the kitchen, he was about ready to explode with excitement as he glided in, looping around and headbutting the Ladle-creature into a wall. It wasn't dead, but at least he'd gotten it away from it's intended target - although there was certainly concern that the one clinging to his hoof was in a position to make itself into a nuisance...

Mobius tried all manner of things to knock it off...barrel rolls, loop-the-loops, sudden stops - it was clinging to his leg good and firmly as it scrabbled to throw him off course. Naturally, the Eagle-turned-Pony wasn't going to settle for such acts, and was determined to do something to get this thing offa him.

" Stubborn little metal thing, aren't ya? " He growled, flying upside down again and shaking his legs...trying not to crash into the wall. He'd gotten used to the flying side of things well enough - in fact, it was almost as if it were second nature to him at this point...and he was quite thankful for that.

" Hmm... " He pondered to himself as he spotted something hanging on a nearby wall - it was a whisk, and it was probably his best shot. Darting over to where the implement was hanging, he snatched it up with his mouth and flourished it triumphantly, before starting to beat the whisk over the head of his metallic clinging assailant with rapid swings of his head.

" YOU...WILL..LET...GO...OF...ME! "

Of course, this was the point where he had more or less lost control of his sense of direction...creating quite the spectacle in the kitchen as he continued his relentless 'attack' on the kitchen utensil, his hothead tendencies overriding any sense that he might not be as in control of the situation as he would have wanted!

Justin had been in enough scrapes to know when he could afford to take a slightly more strategic view of the fight.  Whatever those ladles were, they sure as heck weren't anything he wanted to have sticking out of his ear; even now, Mrs. Cake seemed back to herself as she recoiled from the crazy fight that erupted in the room.  Mr. Cake, however, still had a ladle handle sticking out of his head, and though he was moving like he was in a daze, he had a bag of flour in his mouth that he seemed intent to get to the cauldron.

"I get it," Justin said, almost to himself as he charged toward the freckled orange pony with the cake cutie mark.  "Kayla, help me get this ladle out of his ear!"

Kayla looked over; the cauldron had been about to counterattack, but it was distracted by Martin's tango, so Kayla was free to act.  And act she did, as she dodged out of the way of Mobius's wild spiral.  The pegasus pony flew chaotically around the room, though somehow Martin and the cauldron managed to dodge him each time he passed by.  "I'll go from the left," said Kayla as she galloped over.

"I'll distract 'im," said Justin, glad that he was working with a plan now.  He kept charging through the small kitchen, and he stopped just short of ramming into Mr. Cake.  "Hold your horses, there!  We'll have that thing out of your ear in a-"

WHUMP!

Mr. Cake responded by slamming the bag of flour in Justin's face, further powdering his coat with a fine layer of dust on top of all the frosting and sweets stuck to him.  Justin coughed as he staggered back, blinking his eyes to clear them.  Good move, he thought sarcastically to himself as he stumbled backwards, knocking into a nearby table and sending an array of cooking goods to the floor to add to the mess - vinegar, baking soda, vegetable oil, matches for the fireplace, and many other things.  Wait, vinegar and baking soda?

Kayla jumped for the ladle handle, but Mr. Cake foiled her by swinging the bag in her direction, which she dodged thanks to seeing it happen to Justin first.  "I've got it!" shouted Reni as she dashed up from the other side and grabbed the handle, and with a swift tug she yanked it out of his ear, its legs wiggling in every direction as it hissed its displeasure at being pulled out.  Reni dropped it almost immediately, surprised at the sound, and she and Kayla proceeded to stomp the heck out of it.

Mr. Cake shook his head, letting the flour bag fly into the air over the battle, and then his eyes widened as he looked around with horror at the messy scene.  "Just what the hay is going on here?"

Justin meantime was trying to make a jury-rigged bomb out of the baking soda and the vinegar.  "Just stand back, this could get messy.  Especially since I don't have hands."  By some miracle, he managed to scoop some of the baking soda into the bottle of vinegar, cork it, and grabbed it by the neck of the bottle.  He then tried to say "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" but it came out more like "FRMMGLE IMMFA HRRRL!"

He swung his head to one side to wind up for the throw, but then Mobius, in his crazy flight, accidentally collided with Justin, throwing the two of them to the floor as the bottle wildly spun on the ground, then burst apart in a fairly unspectacular chemical reaction that could hardly be called a bomb.  But as Justin opened his eyes, he saw that part of the bottle tipped over, knocking one end of the now-open easy-light matchbox, and sending a single match up into the air.  The tip of the match struck the lip of the box, and it ignited even as it flew up into the air toward the cloud of flour that had been left from the now-empty bag...

"DUCK!" Justin shouted.

Pinkie Pie's voice managed to answer before the match reached the cloud.  "Duck, where?!  Oh, I love d-"

KABOOM!

The brief fireball and explosion lit up the room in blinding light and deafening noise, and Justin shut his eyes to try to get his vision back to normal.  This was not going as well as he thought...

(OOC: XDXD Mayhem! O.o Flour explodes when burnt? Ah well...for the lols I guess.)

IC:

Serenity was busy turning the ladle into a misshapen spatula, as she shouted, "Die evil bug-ladle-robot, die!" And didn't see the impending conflagration until it was too late.

KABOOM!

Flying flour-embers blanketed everything...including her. She sat there, blinking.

TBC

OOC: Everyone's so far ahead of me... and it just keeps going! @_@

Leraku groggily woke up and crawled over to the door to try and get in and help... only to be blown away by a wave of flour-embers. He whammed against a tree and sort of laid there... once more unconscious. Sweet dreams.

Explosions are only heard when far away from the source. When you’re in the blast radius the air is moving so quickly that sound is left looking a little dim. Picking herself up the Pegasus choked back the acrid smoke which had rushed in to fill the void left by the flour. As her the whistling in her ears cleared, she could hear something cussing and clanging around in the fireplace. Smoke billowed away from deep within the room and poured out of the now very much open windows. Her eyes were stinging and the room stank of ash. Through the gloom a flailing aberration became visible sitting in the damp remains of the once blistering fire. The blast had pushed the caldron to one side of the hearth, spilling its contents and extinguishing the fire almost immediately. Now it was struggling to clamber out into the room, shrieking with a voice that sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a deep well.

“BlaSt aNd DamNATion!” Cussed the metallic voice, “IntErFERence shaLL Not be TOLeraTed!”

A thin jagged leg as tall as the pony was long jutted out and found purchase on the wooden boards. Another tried to embed itself into the chimney breast. With a heave the creature began to pull itself free, all eight of its goggle like eyes swivelling around to find a suitable target to skewer.

It was quite rightly surprised therefore when one of its spindly legs (which had quite clearly been designed for neo-gothic aesthetics rather than practicality) gave a sudden ‘PING’ and broke off at the joint.

The Calderon froze mid poise, eyes wide and spinning as a threatening hi pitch creak began to spread through its limbs.

“Ah no...” It said desperately.

*PING* “OH NO!” *Ping* “THIS Can’T be haPERning!” *ping,ping,ping* “Nonononoogaahh!” *K-kloing*

A moment of silence passed between the observers whom had by now picked themselves out of the wreckage of the shop. This was... well it was unexpected that was for sure.

Cheerfulness returning the Pegasus trotted over to where the caldron now lay, stranded on its back, legless and looking very sorry for itself. She poked it with a hoof much to the beasts protest before turning back to the rest of the room.

“Does this mean we won?”

"We need to destroy it. What's to keep it from doing this again?" stated Ramza as he moved toward the upended cauldron. He lifted a hoof, about to smash the beast into small pieces.

Now most people don't realise just how explosive flour can be. Especially when distributed into the air in an enclosed area. It can result in quite the impressive blast.

Of course that didn't worry Crim so much, since he was already freaking out a tad.

What did worry him however, was when one of the hot bricks from the cake shop flew on the almost magically perfect trajectory to hit the propane tank heating the water for his bath. Which in turn, detonated.

As such, the sea-pony found himself in the rather disconcerting situation of crash landing, in a pile of burnt pastries and the aftermath of a battle, still sat in a scorched tub, shower curtain draped over his head.

"@_@" He said, quite emphatically. "@_@" Indeed.

Kayla just stared as the flour rained down.

"First spider cauldrons, and now flour bombs," she said, incredulously for the second time that day, "Someone remind me why I woke up this morning?"

She shook off the flour that had gathered in her mane and fur. She eyed the now motionless cauldron warily.

"Did we kill it?"

IC:

Serenity stood up, glancing down at the now-flat ladle-bug, shaking flour-ash from her purple coat. The confections that had adhered to her spines before - now covered in a fine patina of ash - still refused to dislodge themselves. She looked up...and dodged out of the way just in time to not get flattened by a flying bathtub. "What the?" She got back to her feet. "Exploding flour, spider-caudrons...and now flying bathtubs? What else could happen?"

TBC

(OOC: Watch Reni bring down more trouble by tempting fate with those four cursed words...)

Leraku is still laying face-down next to the tree... covered in pastry-ash. However at this point, it appears a chunk of wall from the bakery had whacked him in the head, covering him somewhat... he's not moving.

...

Holy crap! is that blood?

(OOC: Despite this being such and such a series, and thusly not will have had blood, if one were to help him or somesuch whatever, well, you'll see)

“INTuuuDers!  In-nTErFEARance
wiLLioONnt be Tolerated” Barked the upturned caldron to Kayla, its raspy metallic
voice still indignant to its present incapacitation “THE BeCKon Shall be lit,
the mASTer will have the Key REtuRN-KERRZZZZK”

That last sound was unusual, like someone had prematurely
switched off a speaker mid sentence.  Maw
opening wider, the spider’s eyes rolled wildly as more odd sounds began emanating
from within its cavernous deaths.  It
sounded like someone tapping on the end of a very long drain pipe.

“IGOR!  Can you
tell if its workin’ yet?"

Far off in the background came what sounded like a
questioning ‘Derp?’

"Ah good. Right, wha-da-ya think, evil laugh? Or snide quip?  Yes, yes alright both then.”

Throughout the room, disturbed looks of apprehension were exchanged
for genuine confusion as hopelessly falsetto laughter permeated the devastated
shop.  Twisted in the imagination just
enough it was possible to detect the presence of practiced menace.  But right now it sounded like a child shouting down a storm drain, the false accent and forced tenor were
so thick that it stuck in the mind like treacle on bread.

“Ahh Vell, I see you have been interrupt-ink mine
Minions about their task, ya?”

Somewhere in the background Pinky Pie fell about laughing.  The pony's could almost feel the atmosphere around the caldron grow hot again, apparently the communication was two
way.

“ Is‘snot FUNNY! I mean... Ahem; Zis is Not Amuse-ink! Yu
Have dis‘troyed a value’able piss of Eek’vit’mint!  I have been come’ink too far to be inter’roopted
by ze likes of you, You Dimensional Tourists! 
However, nou that I know you have ze key with you, you shall return it to
me and maybe ve shall be forge’tink about zis whole  Misadventure, ya?”

Meanwhile, across the room the Pegasus had left the
talking to ‘ponies who actually knew what they were doing’ and had stated
trying to right some furniture.  Something niggled at the back of her thoughts
trying to get her attention when the high pitch voice started its laughter, but
right now she was far more concerned with the party member she had just
found.  She started trying to shift the
rubble away from the Lemur-Drake and poked at him with her nose.

“Are you okay, Leraku?” She asked with genuine worry.

edit, sry for double post, is there a way to deleat one? 

Ramza sighed, bringing his hooves down as he slammed into the cauldron, beginning to smash it to pieces. It was big, though, so this would take a while. Other than that, he was mentally laughing to himself at the childish voice on the other end of the communication. Maybe this wasn't as much of a threat as he had thought before.

The flour explosion could be seen for a good distance.  It did not escape the view of one new unicorn.

Kairus' head hurt. 

He also felt like swearing.

He also felt like he suddenly had four feet.

He looked down.  He did.  "Well, that can't be good."

Looking into a puddle, he noticed he looked....weird.  First off, he was a pony.  He knew he wasn't a pony, this wasn't right.  Secondly, this pony was blue.  Ponies weren't blue.  And Ponies certainly didn't have silver horns coming out of their heads.  Or weird patterns on their hindquarters that looked like a cartoony, candy version of a human skull.

"What in the melon farming.....melon farming?  I said melon farming!   Why can't I say farming?!  Sugar!........"

He shook his head, shaking the grass-green mane, and looked up as an explosion sent flour and soot high in a plume into the air above a small town in the not-too-far distance.  Wagering he'd find something along the lines of an answer, he began to wander towards the source...

As the first blow from the earth-pony’s hoofs connected,
the voice came back with an air of perplexed dread “Vat vas dat?  Vat are you do-ink?”

Ramza descended upon the pot again with a resounding
clang.

“Wait, you’re braking it arn’t you! Stop that!”  The voice demanded, devoid of accent but cut
short by the sudden return of the hoofs. 
“Stop it Stop it Stop it! You’ll ruin everything! Oohh why do they always
have to ruin everything!”

From somewhere in the background a hushed ‘Derp’ queried
the unseen speaker, whom seemed to regain some of the control that had momentarily
slipped.

“Yes, you’re right. 
Deep breaths,” A calm seemed to sweep over the voice “I am master of
this form.  Igor get ready to throw the
switch.”

Clearing its throat the voice addressed its assailants
once again.

“You haf not herd Ze last off me!  IGOR! Pull The Switch!”

There was a loud humming noise and the pop of some
appliance venturing towards silicon heaven.

“...oh trifle, NO the other switch you dummy!”

With a last ‘Derp’ the spider contraption was suddenly ablaze
with lines of searing red light.  The
manic laughter spang forth again but died away as the machines eyes clouded over and its remaining
limb stubs curled inwards.  And then,
nothing.  The light faded and all was
quite in the small room. 

Ramza gave the caldron an experimental kick and found his
foot travelling straight though the now powder like surface.  The whole pot had turned to rust.

Oc; sry, predetermined action if the players attacked the
pot again.  Also YAY more players have joined the madness!

As the rubble shifted off of Leraku, he was indeed bruised a bit, but the red liquid had been cherry filling from a pastry that hit him before the large chunk of wall. He seems to be waking up. "Huzufwa... flergima..." As he finally got to his bearings and his eyesight cleared, he saw the pegasus standing over him. His instincts showed as he was apparently still not quite back to his bearings. "GYAAAH!" He leaped up and climbed up the tree, hiding on top of a branch... then he noticed there was nothing to be afraid of. "Oops... Sorry." Leraku jumped down and looked at the pegasus. "Yeah... i'm okay. My head hurts bad though... maybe i can find something for it in this bag i have..." He reached inside the bag and pulled out a strap of cloth. He shrugged and wrapped it around his head. "That should do... Say, i can't remember if i got your name..."