ObMod: Scooby-Doo and the Spear of Destiny 1
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Location[]
- Coast City, CA
- March 1st 2017, 1852 Local Time
VOX Archive[]
- Velma Dinkley: There it is. The museum is there on the right.
- Fred Jones: I see it.
- Daphne Blake: Park right out front. We'll put the Machine on lockdown mode. It'll be safe.
- Fred Jones: [scoff] Even without lockdown mode, no tow truck is going to move the Machine.
- Scooby-Doo: [air brakes, silence: 5.2 seconds, door opens, footsteps: 4 instances, quadrupedal footsteps, sniff, sniff] Re're roo rate.
- Shaggy Rogers: Like what do you mean 'too late'? We can't be. The world's still here, buddy.
- Scooby-Doo: Re're not arone.
- Shaggy Rogers: [scoff] Of course. I'm sure there's a nightwatchman or some cleaning crew.
- Scooby-Doo: [sniff] Ruh-ruh. Romering rorse.
- Velma Dinkley: [beep, beep, clatter, click] Jinkies... Scooby ain't kidding. Look at these readings...
- Daphne Blake: Jeepers.
- Shaggy Rogers: Zoinks.
- Fred Jones: Who could generate that kind of mojo?
- Velma Dinkley: Lord of Chaos? A really powerful wizard or two.
- Fred Jones: So... I should bring the big guns?
- Daphne Blake: I'd say so. I'll take two.
- Velma Dinkley: Same here.
- Shaggy Rogers: Like, if it's cool with you all, me and Scooby will guard the Machine.
- Scooby-Doo: Arreed.
- Daphne Blake: Fat chance, you two. [clatter] Here you go, Norville.
- Shaggy Rogers: Like, a shotgun? Really? I don't know how to-
- Fred Jones: That's a rifle.
- Shaggy Rogers: Like, what's the difference?
- Fred Jones: You know, on second thought... [clatter] Just use your magic to watch our flank.
- Shaggy Rogers: [sad whimper, sigh] Like, you said it, buddy.
- Daphne Blake: [clatter, clatter, clatter, footsteps] Alright, team... Let's do this. Fred?
- Fred Jones: Yeah?
- Daphne Blake: You take point. Velma and I will cover you and Shaggy and Scooby will bring the rear.
- Fred Jones: You got it. [footsteps, door opens, footsteps, rapid footsteps: 3 instances, quadrupedal footsteps] Clear. Going in. [footsteps: 4 instances, quadrupedal footsteps]
- Scooby-Doo: [clatter, shatter, feet shifting: 4 instances] Rorry. Ry rad.
- Shaggy Rogers: [sigh] Like, Scoobs... You got to watch that tail.
- Scooby-Doo: I raid rorry.
- Fred Jones: [sigh] Let's go... [rapid footsteps: 4 instances, quadrupedal footsteps]
- Shaggy Rogers: [scoff] Scoobs, what did I say about watching that tail?
- Scooby-Doo: Ruh?
- Shaggy Rogers: Wait, if you're there then what is touching my leg- [gasp] Zoinks! [tentacle clinching, thud, grunt, body hastily dragged on floor, panicked screaming, frantic flailing, smash]
- Scooby-Doo: Raggy! [angry growling, rapid quadrupedal footsteps, barking, tentacle whip, pained whine]
- [in unison:] Fred Jones: No, Scooby! Velma Dinkley: Shaggy! Daphne Blake: Don't chase-
- Daphne Blake: [sigh] Well, let's not just stand there! Light it up!
- Velma Dinkley: [gunfire: 3 instances, rapid footsteps: 3 instances, gunfire: 3 instances, distant screech, tentacle lashing, rapid footsteps: 3 instances, smash, feet staggering: 3 instances, clatter, tentacle lash, whack] My glasses! [tentacle cinching, thud, clatter, scream, body hastily dragged on floor] Whoa there, monster. I'm not into this kind of anime. [clatter, click, electric crackle, electric shock on flesh, distant screech, whack, whack, electrical crackle, electric shock on flesh, distant scream, tentacle slither, frantic breath] That was close...
- Daphne Blake: Good work, Velma... Freddy, seal that door!
- Fred Jones: On it! [clatter, rapid footsteps]
- Velma Dinkley: [footsteps] Daph, check Scooby... I'll check Shaggy.
- Daphne Blake: Right. [footsteps, clatter] He's got a pulse... but I'm not a vet. I don't know- Wait... Is he faking?
- Velma Dinkley: [moan, scoff] Could be... I was just thinking the same about Shaggy here. [whack, whack] Get up, you big faker! [silence: 3.4 seconds] Shaggy, I swear the next one is going to really hurt. If you're faking, you better call 'uncle' right now or my steel-toed boots are going up your-
- Daphne Blake: Wait. Vel, I got a better idea. [clatter, foil crinkling, clatter] Catch this.
- Velma Dinkley: [clatter, foil crinkling] Smelling salts?
- Daphne Blake: [giggle] Something like that. Pop that under his nose and-
- Shaggy Rogers: [zipped seal broke, sniff, sniff, gasp, foil crinkling] I'll take that! Thank you, very much- Hey!
- Scooby-Doo: [trembling, rapid quadrupedal footsteps, whack, foil crinkling, sniff, sniff] Rey! Rhat's rhe rig irea?
- Daphne Blake: [footsteps, scoff] Essence of Scooby snack. Just an empty foil bag I had stored the last batch in. I figured that would work.
- Shaggy Rogers: [scoff] Not cool, Daph. Like, totally not cool!
- Scooby-Doo: Arreed. Rhat ras rude.
- Daphne Blake: [scoff] I'll make it up to you two later. I got a fresh batch in the Machine.
- Shaggy Rogers: [sigh] Fine, but it better be a really good batch... and we're getting extra for being ragdolled by a hentai monster.
- Fred Jones: [footsteps] A what? Have we faced one of those before?
- Velma Dinkley: [scoff, footsteps] No, Freddy. It's not a real thing... at least, I hope it's not a real thing. [shudder] That seemed to be a low-level eldritch entity.
- Fred Jones: Low-level? That tentacle was huge... I'd hate to see the whole thing.
- Daphne Blake: Let's hope we can deal with its summoner before we run into it again. You got that door sealed off, Freddy?
- Fred Jones: I did... and that reminds me. You're gonna want to see this. Come here, gang. [footsteps: 4 instances, quadrupedal footsteps] I saw this glyph when I was jamming the door. That's something magical, right? I mean, it has to be... the way it's glowing like that.
- Daphne Blake: [sigh] Velma... Is that what I think it is?
- Velma Dinkley: Yes, that's a sigil of blood magic. I... I can't read it, though. It's... Enochian. It is not meant to be understood by the likes of me. Shaggy?
- Shaggy Rogers: Yeah, like, you don't want to know what it is, Vel.
- Velma Dinkley: [sigh] You can't read it, can you?
- Shaggy Rogers: Like not a clue what it says...
- Fred Jones: Okay, I'll settle for knowing what the hell Enochian is.
- Daphne Blake: The language of the angels.
- Fred Jones: Oh, so it's good thing then.
- Velma Dinkley: No. While angels may have created the language, it is also used bey demons, devils, Fae, and powerful sorcerers. It's high-level [expletive]. What little I can make it out, it seems to be an alarm of some sort, possibly tethered to a summoning circle elsewhere.
- Daphne Blake: I am willing to bet that whoever put this up here knows we're here.
- ???: [footsteps] Dat bet wud be a sure ting, mi luv. [footsteps, chuckle] Mystery Incorporated, mi assume? Mi ave wonda, eff wi did eva to meet, eff wi wud be friends or foes. [footsteps, chuckle, stomp, eldritch crackle] Suh which it? Duh mi kill yuh now or yuh wudda like fi help wid mi acquisition?
- Shaggy Rogers: [gulp] Like what do we do, Daph?
- Fred Jones: Give me the word and I can ventilate this witchdoctor...
- Daphne Blake: Don't fire... not yet, anyway. [footsteps] You want us to help you steal a relic? [scoff] Why would we do that?
- ???: To kip it outta di wrong hands, of course. [footsteps, chuckle] Well, hands more wrong dan fi mi, dat a. [chuckle] Suh which it?
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