He was surrouned by several other figures.
"Sir, what's the plan?"
Conti snapped up his head.
A white clothed bard tuned his lyre as he spoke , in a musical tone.
Upon the bards head rested a cat band, with a flower over his ear.
"Well, Thursday, looking at the castle, it should take Pink awile."
"Thats "Las Pink" to you, M'lord."As a force tapped him on the shoulder.
With a woosh, A Rouge appered. His shirt was light red, his pants black and he wore a bandanna, tie dyed to the guild seal, a swirl..
The expeirienced theif spoke.
"Sir, it seems well fortified, but a distraction will be easy."
A burly crusader rode up on his Grand Peco, Mardi Gras.
The Peco had an odd appearace, It's feathers were coloured bright across
the rainbow. It also wore a Mardi Gras mask, just above his beak.
Struggling to catch up was a skinny Knight, His apprentence Tuesday.
His garb was black, and he was skinny. Along his was a Katana and a badge hung from his neck, signifying himself with the clan.
"The Knight before Last, at your service!" He bowed, and several of the
female members giggled.
"Alright. As soon as Friday arrives, " The Crusader interjected,"But The Armidillo Knight
shall not fail!" Conti looked peeved, but held it in.
"Am I late, boys?" A dancer, trussed up in purple and a Mardi Gras mask,
stutted towards the crowd.
"Very, Friday." replied Thursday.
"Well, now we can get to the plan." Conti stood on a bench, above the guild.
"It is nearly time, clanners, to begin our Invasion of Crotch-Pelter Keep."
A sea of snickers rose from the crowd.
"Is that really there name? shouted a hunter.
He took a good look at the Archer near him.
"Well Ensign..."
He looked him up and down.
"Ensign?"
The bowman looked up.He grinned, and patted his crossbow.
"Expendable."
Conti looked over his glasses.
"No way in hell."
He stared dirrectly at the archer.
He turned to the crowd.
"Fine. Mr Joker will be with the..."
He scrolled down his clipboard.
"Expendable Company, head by Armadillo and Tuesday."
Groans sounded.
"Next, all with Cloacking, with go with The Cheapshot Brigade."
The Assasins and Stalkers nodded.
"Finally, Everyone else , witch is our heavy hitters, will be with the
Fag Brigade, named by the guild poll."He sighed.
"Now, Expandable, distract them anyway possible."
"Like this?" A mage interrupted. A stream of ASCII flowed from his back to make four blades.
"What the hell is that?" Sounded out Pink.
"My ROFLcopter!" he yelled, and with an unatural ROFLing, he took to the sky.
Thursday shook his head."Somthing that redicoulus has to be an In-joke."
"Anyway, Cheapshots, hide and seek, use cheapshot, but your priorty is Acolytes and all above that.
"And the Fags will teleport around until we get to the Empryan."
With much warning, Trumpets blared and WoE started.
"Remember, For Honor, Zeny, and pursuit of even more zeny, we are the..."
The Guild cheered.
"DISCO BANDITS! DISCO BANDITS! DISCO BANDITS!"
With that parting cry, they ran to face there destiny.