"YOU DO NOT JUST JUMP ON MY CAR, OLD FART!" Thumpman bellowed from the rooftop. Truly, an angry Thumpman was not a Thumpman you'd want to meet in a dark alley.

He jumped on my car...I'd tackle him from here, but that'd put a bigger dent in my Thumpmobile. He glanced behind him, noticing his giant 5 foot tall, 10 foot diameter trampoline. There we go...

"YOU'RE GOIN' DOWN!" With that, he chucked the trampoline off the rooftop, and it thudded on the ground in front of the Escalade. With that, he jumped off of the three-story rooftop, landed on the trampoline, and with the springing momentum form the trampoline tackled the intruder.

OOC: Damnit, you've got a good one now I can only partially crack...

"Whether they lady would rather be on top or bottom 'later'." Dezil said, keeping an eye on the nameless one.

Suddenly Blyr came from nowhere and tackled the man. "Whoa! Was not expecting that!" Dezil said, shocked by the quick attack.

Jill's eyes widened at the question the man had asked her, and was just about to respond when Thumpman tackled the dirty-minded man.

"I told him he shouldn't have been on the car..." she muttered, shaking her head.

Johnny put an arm on Jill.

"Be careful."

Johnny swiveled his staff into the Maw stance. It might be dangerous, but the nameless fogey was no machine.

Dezil was still typing furiously at the device, trying to get a 100% accurate reading, but it wouldn't, so he had to guess part of what the nameless one was saying. "I think that's waht he said at least, let me check my notes..." Dezil said, oblivious now to the fact that Blyr had just tackled this guy, and focused on getting the Translater to work.

OOC: I removed letters from that translation, and yet you still got a word or two... Need to do a better job I guess.

IC:

While in mid-flight, the man (He isn't old by the way... No idea where you got that from) grabbed Thumpman's arms then bent his knees and put his feet to Thumpman's chest. He spinned himself and Thumpman around in mid-air, then kicked down, forcing Thumpman into the ground while they still traveled along due to the tackle.

OOC: Booyah! I WAS right! It is part educated guess, part deciphering, but overall mostly it's luck.

(OOC: I still wanna know what the first thing he said to Jill was...)

Jill smiled at Johnny. "Don't worry about me. I've been living on my own for a long time now. A street performer has to know how to deal with guys like him." she said, gesturing over to the new guy, not really paying attention to the fighting.

OOC: True that you didn't, but considering I mostly end up with semi-gibberish, I felt that I was pretty good at pulling words from that. Also, Dezil was paraphrasing, and I had the most trouble understanding the first part of what you said, so that got sort of shortened to focus on the part I was more shure about...

Thumpman didn't look like he could handle it, so Johnny stepped up beside the two of them and levelled his staff at the nameless codger.

"I don't care if you can understand this, but... Casbasun e hunuconuy... gycusu fodduy gereco!"

OOC: Like I said, the first thing he said was gibberish, and there was nothing left ot be able to translate from after IHMN was done with it.

Dezil had finished tinkering with his translater, and said, "Hmm, better now I hope. Oh, and Mr whatever your name is." Dezil walked up and pulled a strange pistol looking thing out and said, "Go ahead, make my day, punk."

Thumpman found himself pinned to the ground by the mysterous man. Dang, he's good...but I sill got a few tricks up my sleeve...

"Dude, have you ever gotten into a fight with a breakdancer? I heard it's kinda tricky, if you ask me..." he said from his perilous position.

With that, he broke his arms free and planted them on the ground. He pushed, lifting him in a handstand. With that, he flipped backward in front of his friends, ready for a fight.

"Well, you're lucky... this time."

Johnny returned the staff to his side and took his place next to Jill. "You're a street performer? What kind of stuff do you usually do?"

peter got out and looked around to make sure the area was clear after waiting about 5 minutes of hearing nothing in the dumpster and then fishes his instrument cases out to he can see how much damage was done to them "I better get to the hanger and see if anybody there saw who was on my suburban." he said to himself as he looked into the cases seeing the accordian was damaged but useable and the stand up bass damaged beyond repair.

[OOC:] Okay...let's resume now.

Director: Take Two! ACTION!!!

"What a horrible group you people are. First you agree to an alliance, then you accuse me of saying bad things to the lady who agreed to them, then you tackle me." He spoke for once in a normal voice.

Jill looked over at Johnny, who had asked her about her performing. "I dance on the street to make some money." She tapped her foot a few times, making tapping sounds with each time her foot touched the ground, "Tap-dancing, that is." She said, then glanced over at the newcomer, "What did I agree to exactly anyway?" She asked, not quite sure she wanted to know the answer.

(OOC: yes, she wears her tap shoes almost all the time, and they a magical tap shoes that never get the metal scratched by daning on pavement! (I hate it when that happens...)

"Alliance? All I know is that you put a fat dent in the top of my car and trespassed on my property. What's going on?" Thumpman asked.

"Hey, my translater is almost never wrong! And it's not like I tackled you, that would be our fearless leader there. As my apology, my names Dezil, have you thought up a name for yourself yet?"

Dezil said, "Well, uhh..." The Dezil filled in Blyr about the events up until he tackled the nameless man.

Johnny nodded. No wonder she moved the way she did.

"I see. While it is rather unusual, giving public tap-dancing performances... I suppose I'm not much better myself, doing freelance drumming."

"Oui tuh'd haat y dnyhcmydun du vekina uid dryd cdyvv puo ujan drana ec dnoehk du keja rec cdyvv du dra kenm." He said in another language, ignoring the name question.

OOC: Another note, he never knows what language he is speaking. I have just decided that (And now most things are infact translatable.)

(OOC: really elegant dialogue there IHMN. ^^;; heh. I could almost read it before I got the translator out.)

Jill looked at the new guy again shaking her head, "I'm going to have to get a translator for this guy..." She muttered.

"Heh, I hear you there buddy..." Dezil said, his translater working again normally. "That is Johnny, the groups drummer, and while he seems like he can put on a good fight, he also seems to get distracted by the ladies pretty easily..."

"Fryd E tu fedr so cdyvv ec huputo'c tysh picehhac pid seha... "

He lapsed back to English.

"And yes, I do. My flaw, it would seem."

"Hmm, it seems someone is picking up the language pretty quickly..." Dezil said in response to Johnny's remark.

OOC: I really doubt some drummer is going to know other languages... (Edit) - As for an insane guy knowing other languages... Ok, a drummer might know a couple, but insane people can know more...

IC:

"Ich habe gesagt, daß der Schlagzeugerjunge zu Knochen Sie versucht. " Kazoo guy said to Jill, hearing her translation remark.

"Hey, travel around, learn stuff. Although it would seem nameless one over there's been around too. And I don;t know what you said, but your mother too."

OOC: Can't help being a cunning linguist. And yes, I DO know what IHMN's guy said... And yes, GDK's based on Johnny from Guilty Gear.

(OOC: This in particular drummer seems to be derived from Johnny Katsumoto of the Guilty Gear fame... who is a travelling pirate/staff fighter/swordsman/drummer [apparently]... a few languages may have been picked up. And back to Lunar... I mean waiting for people to enter the hanger with me.)

He unplugged his guitar and slung it over his back and stepped out from the hanger after watching and listening to the craziness outside. "Well, lets see we have ourselves a crazy eh?." Looks him over and then at the didgerido. "Nice instrument you got there."

ooc-Ugh...I'd hate to say this, but Stupor, reading your posts (after I've had no caffeine and I'm up at around eleven, which is late for me considering I wake up at three) give me a headache. Despite being a joke RP, I have no idea wtf you're character is doing, why he is doing it, nor does he seem like the character who has a hidden agenda. And...ugh. Yeah, I think the others might get what I mean.

ooc-More description, because if you're vague on something, especially when there has been no hint of whatever you're being vague about, you can't really put something in later. If you edit in a mistake, that's fine, but adding new things (that would have obviously been noticed) without earlier mention is just no-no.

ooc-Ugh, I'm not sure what else to comment on. I'm a bit too flustered at the moment, and can't tell if I made sense. I can say that a new chapter will be up soon...ish. Probably Friday, maybe Saturday. Gather your characters around, settle things, for soon HE shall appear.

Thumpman, apparently ticked off, pointed at the new guy. "So it looks like you don't have a name, eh? I'm gonna call you Dent from now on, at least until I get my car fixed. You can stay here if you want, but please, DO NOT touch the car."

With that, he turned around and pushed the giant trampoline into the hangar. This thing is pretty fun. Why did I even put this thing on the roof, anyways? If someone fell off when jumping on it on a rooftop...I could get sued pretty bad. Better keep it in here for now.

[OOC:]I know who HE will probably be...AND IT'S HORRIBLE! IT BURNS! It's...THE MARSHMALLOW DUDE FROM GHOSTBUSTERS! AAAUUUGH! J/K [/OOC]

[ooc] grrrr [/ooc]

Abysmal nodded to Peter as he headed out the door.
After a few minutes of motionless silence from WeiBer similar to before, Abysmal stood up and walked away. Either that's a no, or this guy missed his last dose of medication.

(OOC: is it alright if Jill knows German? She could have taken german classes in school.... Eh. She'll only know a little though. It would be no fun to have a character who can speak many different languages if everyone immediately knows what he's saying.)

Jill looked at him, "Wait... wait.... I took a few German classes before... now lemme see..." She thought through what he had said, knowing most of the words, but some of them she had to add-lib in there, "'You said.... that... the percussion boy is..........Oh..." She trailed off as she figured out the rest of it. Even though she didn't exactly know what the tranlation was, German is close enough to english that 'zu Knochen Sie versucht.' isn't that hard to figure out.

'zu Knochen Sie versucht.'

Johnny scratched his head. He'd learned a few languages during his journeys, but not German. About the most he could do was hold his hands up helplessly and ask "Sprechen sie Deutsch?"

He turned to Jill.

"What was that?"

Jill glanced over at Johnny. "Uh... You don't want to know." She waved her hand dismissively, "Anyway, we should all go inside the hanger now... It's more interesting than standing out here anyway." She said as she turned around and started heading back inside.

Johnny shrugged again. It seemed like this was getting more and more confusing.

"All right, then. Say, Jill, want a pop?"

Johnny's hand reached into his coat and produced a bottle of Coke.

'If you want Dr. Pepper, I think Thumpman has vending machines with them inside..."

He grinned. "Mmmm lets see I wonder if he understands this. Gu'e dos xuil l' terini'nestg velnarinen . Xun dos kampi'un uns'aa? And yes I am a total nerd for knowing that."

Thumpman pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call. "Hello? I need one of your technicians, ASAP...Yeah, I've got an Escalade that needs some serious body work...hmm, that's a fair price. Get it done by tomorrow morning, and I'll pay double...where? Thumpman's place, of course!...hey, thanks, man." He hung up the phone, and made another quick call.

A few minutes later, he approached his drummer and Jill. "I got some repair guys comin' soon to fix up my car. In the meantime, Johnny, come with me. As an official member of the band, you'll need to sign some paperwork. Come with me to my office..."

Matrix suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh. My. God. That was so freaky. What just happened by the way?"

While there was some vague resentment toward Thumpman for dragging him away, Johnny understood that some things had to be done.

"Sure thing, T-Man. See you around, Jill. Oh, wait. Here, catch."

He tossed the bottle of Coke to Jill, and then he was gone.

Thumpman settled into his comfy chair, and signaled for Johnny to sit in a similar chair on the other side of his large desk. He spoke in a solemn tone. "Have a seat. Now, this is a very serious matter, you joining the band. I was so caught up in the excitement, I forgot to do the initiation process..."

The doorbell to the office rang. "If you'd wait a minute, please..." he said as he stepped outside. 30 seconds later, he stepped back in with a box. "Here is your task..." he mysteriously said. "You must..."

He opened the box. "...like all meat, since that's the pizza I ordered! Welcome to the crew, man!" he cheerfully said as he patted Johnny on the back. "Whenever somebody joins the band, I buy them an extra large all-meat pizza." He paused.

"You're not gonna eat all that, are you? I havn't eaten dinner either, and I havn't gone to the grocery store yet, you see..."

Johnny had been expecting something like the ritual branding he had seen in certain street gangs, or the Lintha pirates' habit of castrating their new recruits. He gulped and steeled himself for the worst.

So it came as a surprise when Thumpman produced a pizza instead, and an all meat pizza, no less.

"Hey, thanks, T-man... you don't mind if I call you that, right? And yeah, this pizza is good... but I'll just take one slice. I don't eat that much nowadays, anyway."

Thumpman smiled. "Go ahead and call me T-man, if you'd like...but we also need to give you a 'Thumpmasta Name.' Dezil's is 'Techmasta D,' mine is 'Thumpman'...what should yours be?"

Before he Johnny could reply, Thumpman had already scarfed down a slice of pizza. 'Dang! This stuff tastes better than I remember! Ah, the taste of pizza...nuthin' like it in the world!"

"People have called me "Special K" in the past, but after a few run-ins with the law, I tried to drop that nickname... as well as the people who gave me that name. Now let's see... Perkmasta J? Nah, sounds too much like a porn star title, and it's not original enough... Johnny Drumbanger?"

Thumpman continued on his second slice of pizza. "Johnny Drumbanger? Naw, it sounds like a caveman name to me...*munch munch*...but it is your decision, after all."

"I think GDK is good enough... besides, everyone I know calls me that."

Johnny reached for a bottle of soda, then checked himself. He opened a bottle of mineral water instead, and downed it in one gulp.

"What say you, T-man?"

"GDK it is, then!" Thumpman struck a victory pose for ne real reason. He paused in mid-pose, and spoke: "Oh, you don't know my real name, do you? Well, I go by my bandname so much, only a few fans really know my name..."

"I see... so what's your real name, then?"

"My real name is Blyr...but call me Thumpman. I don't like anyone knowing my real name...if the news people found out, well, I'd be having a lot more stalkers than I currently do." he said. "Which I really hope is none."

"Well, if they were chicks they wouldn't be so bad..."

Then Johnny recounted the horde of fangirls, and he shuddered.

"On second thought, chick stalkers are quite bad too."

"It's good you learn that lesson now, my friend. Far too many musicians' careers have been ruined by stalkers, fangirls, and the like. Now you know why I avoid them and the media so much..." Thumpman replied.

[OOC:]New chapter up soon[/OOC]