November Catch All

[tempredmental]

🧙 WHO: Keith, Open
⚔️️ WHAT: November stuff
🕒 WHEN: Throughout November (haha)
🗺️ WHERE: Around and about, depending on what prompt it is.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Each prompt will be a thread, so I'll note warnings on the threads

Links to top levels:

Lettuce Guarding

Magical Flu

Fear Gorta

Paralysis Cure

Sleep Demons

Floor Is Lava

DoppleDinner

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DoppleDinner

[tempredmental]

[Keith stared for a second.]

How did you end up with a swarm of killer tomatoes?

[He was ready to fight them off, for sure, but the fact that he was going to be taking down some really angry tomatoes that wanted to eat the people trying to eat them felt like something about of a B-level horror movie here.]

[milkmycattle]

Look, it wasn't on purpose!

[ Those damn videos made it seem so simple. Though Crow should've known better to think he could pull off a recipe. He's not even a wiz in the kitchen, but he'll gladly sit at the table.

He stares at the army of tomatoes, sprouting arms, and legs. He gulps loudly as those menacing yellow eyes focus on him and this other guy. Bloodthirsty, drooling mouth open seeking out their flesh!]

A-anyway, let's just get rid of them! It should be easy, right? They're just vegetables!

[At least, Crow believes it'll be easy until a group of the killer tomatoes launches themselves toward the singer. He lets out a little scream as he hits the ground. He struggles to knock the abominations off of him.]

Get them off! Get them off! Get them off!

[tempredmental]

[Keith's eyes widened for a moment, watching the tomatoes dogpile the other guy. The scream reminded him of Lance for a moment, and he just mentally sighed.]

Oh, geeze...

[Thankfully, even magically enhanced tomatoes with arms, legs, and teeth were weak to sharp blades. He sliced through the ones that got between them, and then started going after the ones on top of Crow.

Unfortunately, there were still tomato guts to deal with. Have fun being covered in tomato juice and seeds...]

[milkmycattle]

[Crow is too much in a panic to even think straight. At least, Keith is level-headed enough to use his brain and find out the mutant tomatoes are vulnerable to knives. So when the other starts slicing away at them, Crow's initial panic dies down as he throws the rest off of him.

He gets to his feet, dripping in tomato juice and seeds all over him. Definitely going to have to get his clothes dry cleaned, but at least he doesn't have to worry about stains since he always wears red or black.]

Wow, it's that easy to kill them? Thanks, man!

[ He spots a stray tomato running up to attack Keith, but Crow manages to squash with the heel of his shoe.]

That's the last time I try to clone anything!

[tempredmental]

I don't know... I mean, it looks like they're still cloning themselves.

[Because, while they'd been dispatching that first group, another group had been appearing!]

I think the spell's out of control!

[milkmycattle]

Huh?

[ Crow turns around and sees another battalion. Shit, these guys don't quit! He grabs the nearest sharp object he can find, a spatula! Now he's more prepared to handle these tomato freaks.]

Well, we just need to slice them up, and they'll eventually stop, right?

[tempredmental]

Maybe? I mean, they're magical... and they keep multiplying.

We gotta figure out how to stop that.

[Otherwise, they were going to be neckdeep in tomato puree...]

[milkmycattle]

[Keith is right, but Crow doesn't really have any suggestions besides...]

I guess we could make them into pasta sauce?

[See? He's not good at formulating plans, and he always has food on the brain! As the red bastards charge towards him, Crow starts whacking them around with his spatula.]

Stay back, you cretins!

[tempredmental]

Uuhh... it's gonna be a lotta sauce.

[Keith frowned a bit.]

How do these things usually work? Like, in that movie... with the mouse and the brooms... how did he get rid of all the brooms?

Do you even have that movie where you're from?

[milkmycattle]

[He's from Sanrio, so Crow has no idea about Disney due to copyright infringement and he's from an entirely different universe altogether. So no...he has no idea who Keith is talking about.]

A mouse with brooms? Do you mean like a janitor?

[ In Crow's world, that's not really unusual since he's a hedgehog himself and myumon carry out regular jobs just like humans do. Though maybe this guy could be on to something! Brooms...janitor... janitors taking out the trash...trash gets recycled and reused...so it's going in reverse! AH HA!]

Well, I made these guys from one of those potions. Maybe there's an antidote?

[tempredmental]

Do you know how to make an antidote?

[Because Keith sure didn't.

Not that Keith would know specifically about Disney because he was from Dreamworks, but there had to be some weird generic version across different universes, right? Maybe? It didn't matter. Either way, they were almost swimming in tomatoes and tomato juice. They had to do something.]

[milkmycattle]

Um no...but I don't know anything about potions!

[That's how he got into his current predicament, dealing with stuff that he has no business messing with! He continues to wrack his brain for a solution as he parries the tomato bastards back!]

Hey, what kind of magic do you have? I just need to know what we have to work with!

[tempredmental]

Uhhh... [Slice, squish...] elemental and animal. [Keith could fire roast the suckers, but that might burn down the building in the process...]

[rustyhonesty]

[Jean is dodging killer tomatoes because he doesn't want to get eaten by a tomatoe, thank you very much. What's up with the vegetables this month.]

I was trying to help out, but the spell got out of hand. Ugh-

[Did you know punching a tomato feels gross? It does.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith was finding that out, but he also found that slicing them with a blade was easier... if still just as messy.]

You think? Maybe just a little out of hand. [His snarky sarcasm snapped itself free from the restraints he'd only recently learned to keep it in, doing that ugly head showing thing like it normally did when he was stressed.] Any ideas on how to get them to stop cloning?!

[rustyhonesty]

[You know what, he deserves that so he'll let it pass and won't snap back even if he kind of wants to.]

Maybe killing the original would help? I don't know.

[tempredmental]

[That was actually kind of a thought. Thankfully, Keith's panic response to the idea of clones hadn't kicked in, yet, especially considering the idea of 'killing' the original.]

Maybe. [Keith tried to peer through the incoming crowd while still defending himself.]

Do you remember which one was the original?

[rustyhonesty]

Yeah, just haven't been able to reach that on yet with all these clones.

[But with Keith here...]

If you cover me, I can deal with it.

[tempredmental]

[Keith nodded.]

On it. Just point me in the right direction, and I'll help clear a path.

[It was gonna get messy, and more like a tomato puree in here than anything else, but... here went nothing, right?]

[rustyhonesty]

[Jean gives a quick look around before looking straight to where the tomato was.]

Straight through there.

[He points pretty much straight ahead from where they're standing.]

[tempredmental]

Got it.

[Yup. Keith was on it. His sword skills definitely came in handy when it came to making tomato salad out of these guys, fending them off Jean as they moved forward to take out the "prime" tomato.]

[rustyhonesty]

I'll use animal magic to get to it faster so when you see a hawk, don't slice me, okay?

[Jean kept his eyes focused on the tomato in question. Once they were close enough he transformed into a hawk to close the remaining distance and grabbed the tomato with his talons.

And what do you know, the cloning stopped... just the angry remaining tomatoes still remained.]

[tempredmental]

Yeah, yeah. I'll know it's you.

[Well, that was squishy... He didn't envy Jean having to sink his talons into that. But, he also still had to focus on the remaining tomatoes. At least they weren't still multiplying!

Sauce 'em!]

[rustyhonesty]

[It didn't feel very good on his talons, no, but it was easier to do this than try and kill the thing without a weapon. He remains a hawk to help get rid of the rest of the angry tomatoes. Since his talons were full of tomato juice anyway....]

[tempredmental]

[Thankfully, it wasn't much longer before the rest of the vengeful vegetables (fruit? both?) were taken care of, leaving behind a mess of tomato juice, seeds, skins, and stems. It was absolute tomato carnage, and Keith and Jean were covered in it.

Keith shook one of his blades to get it free of the remaining tomato guts.]

I think I'm going to avoid tomatoes for a while now. [Squish squish... he wandered around, trying to find something to help clean up with.]