>>16854839Melanie joins Arachna up in the light fixtures, a potato sack in her hand, "Has the cross ruse been deployed yet?"
Arachna nods, "Yes, yes. But I think they may have taken the implication too far, now their sights are set on *killing* Carrie. I think they assume she has some ties with Satan."
"But that's not too far from the trut-"
"That may be! But Desdemona won't like it if one of her top hex-casters dies at the hands of religious scum like them. Do you have the counter-plague tactic ready yet?"
"You mean the Patrats with fleas on them?"
"No, no, the OTHER thing."
"....OHHH! Yeah, yeah, I got it under control, watch this!"
Melanie opens the potato sack and dips it over the churchgoers. Just as the priest is about to stab Carrie in her heart, the ancient ritual becomes disturbed by rain.
But not just any rain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-cMNIsfrjc"Froa!"
"Fro?"
"Kerokerokerokerokerokerokero"
"Oakie, oakie!"
"Froak froak?"
"Frooooooooo!"
"Froakie frok froo!"
"Frooooooooooooaki!"
"Dear god...FROGS. FROGS EVERYWHERE! I HATE FROGS!"
A multitude of Froakies rain down on the unsuspecting commoners from above. Once again, their religious assumptions get a hold of them again before their mind can. The frogs, the cross, the unknown witch suddenly fainting. To them, it can only correlate to one thing.
"THE CHRISTMAS APOCALYPSE IS UPON US!" the head priest announces.
"Froak?"
A riot breaks out, ripe with paranoia and fear of the world's end. The Froakies themselves aren't even causing that much of a ruckus, a good majority of them just fall out of the sack, land, stay in place, maybe blink their eyes once or twice or hop a few times.
Otherwise, they're harmless, and they're as confused as the commoners are as to what the fuck is going on. But the frogs are more calm and collected about it, they have no reason to panic about like little girls.
From above, Melanie and Arachna snicker to each other before retreating.
