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Entry tags:
- !location: the tree,
- !plot: pest control,
- 2,
- ax,
- briareos,
- christofel,
- connor macmanus,
- cybil bennett,
- danny phantom,
- jaime reyes,
- jono starsmore,
- kate bishop,
- kon-el,
- leela bricker,
- lyta alexander,
- mr. wednesday,
- murphy macmanus,
- nathan petrelli,
- paco,
- pat and toxin,
- robin,
- sam winchester,
- scorpius,
- speedy mia dearden,
- terry mcginnis,
- the doctor,
- the flash,
- tony stark,
- vincent amorason,
- william hudson,
- xander
Whodunnit?
It was time to get a little more organized, share some information with each other. She had a talk with that bigface kid, Jaime, to see if he could do anything to shield them from Stacy's prying eyes and he said he had a few ideas, so a meeting place was chosen, and it was time to gather.
Cybil had a good authoritative, shouting voice.
"Everyone, listen up! We're meeting down in the city near that big tree. Grab whoever you see and get down there."
Indeed they were. People were starting to gather there.
[ooc: Instead of little subthreads, everyone post in one thread as people arrive. Try to keep the convo general, like everyone talking to each other, instead of devolving into private conversations.]
Cybil had a good authoritative, shouting voice.
"Everyone, listen up! We're meeting down in the city near that big tree. Grab whoever you see and get down there."
Indeed they were. People were starting to gather there.
[ooc: Instead of little subthreads, everyone post in one thread as people arrive. Try to keep the convo general, like everyone talking to each other, instead of devolving into private conversations.]
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He told himself that he wasn't running from a fight, that the others were capable of holding the giant cockroach off while he demorphed so that he could help them.
It didn't make him feel much better.
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She'd looked up and around, instinctually.
"There's more of them!"
She started firing on the one that she spotted on the top of a building nearby.
"Get Super-tights cleaned up, then get him on his feet or carry him--we need to fall back to a better position. With Hudson dead, there's no reason to be here."
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"St. Peter's Square," he shouted to Cybil. Vatican City had been constructed as a fortress, a means to protect the Pope from attack. It seemed the most logical place to retreat to.
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"Don't--touch. If it--nnngh--hurts me--then it'll take--your fingers off."
His face did not look pretty when he pulled his hands away. It wasn't melted off or anything, like most people's faces would've been, but his eyes were tearing like crazy and his eyelids were puffy. There were even blisters.
He looked like the average person did when pepper sprayed.
"Rob! Bat-acid neutralizer--something. You gotta have something."
It wasn't all off his face.
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So did the one Cybil was fighting. This did not mean they could let their guard down.
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Without any further warning, he sprayed the solution over the acid covering Kon. There. That should help to neutralize it.
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Goddamn kids!
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Kon got up and smashed his way through the building, but he could barely see, and they moved so fast, that by the time he got in, that thing had already zipped out with him. Smashing upwards through the roof and looking around, trying so hard to make out something, anything, with his blurred vision, he shouted:
"TIM!"
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He was out cold.
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Jono had been backing up along with the rest of the group, staying at the front. Or, well, the back now. He didn't want to get hit with that crap, but it was better than somebody being hit by one of his blasts accidentally.
The wail made him slap his hands over his ears, but he did his best not to think about it. He'd trained with Sean Cassidy, after all. He could think around his eardrums trying to bleed out of his ears.
Everybody behin' me, he 'shouted', ripping open the front of his outfit. It would probably seal back together. The important bit was exposing his full chest so that he could blast as many of them at once as possible.
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He'd leaped towards the strange bug-monster, ignoring Cybil, acting just as Kon had. Except Terry'd forgotten how slow he was without his suit.
At the ear-splitting scream, he'd stopped, however. He clasped his hands over his ears, but it still hurt, and his ears were ringing slightly. He'd only just heard Jono's warning, and jumped out of the way.
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Being unconscious did that, too.
Sam was dragged away. Connor was snagged through a window. Terry was dragged down an alley. Paco was clotheslined and dragged up the side of a building.
They'd watched. There were ones with powers, and ones without. The ones with powers were predators. The ones without--provided they could be separated from their little stingy, loud weapons--were prey.
If any of them screamed, it was lost in the cacophony.
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This was out of control. There were so many of bugs and so few of them. And everyone was shooting in all different directions, someone was bound to get killed in the cross fire. They needed help. 'Stacy!' Lyta suddenly thought, remembering that the ship had seemed to hold their safety as the most important thing, at least so far. So where was she now?
STACY!! Lyta screamed at the top of her mind. Stacy! God damn it! Don't you ignore me!
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But the sonic yell? Was another matter, and as he passed out, his ability cut out. He fell bodily to the floor, and rolled to the side under other people's feet.
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