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Dark is covered from his feet up to his shoulders in plate mail. The armor looks almost painted on, following every contour of his frame. At his shoulders, a billowing, tattered black cloak is bound by two medallions bearing Dark's symbol: A reptillian eye with a black pupil in the center of an amber iris. The same symbols are found embossed on his gauntlet. All in all, the Dark Iguana presents the image of someone not to be trifled with. Masquerade: A short little blue vixen, only a little over three feet. At least, thats what it looks like at first glance. The large doe eyes strike you as the first major difference, usually just before the big tufted ears are noticed. Her muzzle looks more like a rodents, though without any whiskers. She does have a big bushy tail though, a little darker blue than the rest of her body. Her blue fur gets really poofy on the chest which makes a shirt unneeded, this poofyness forming a big triangle that runs over and between her average breasts. (yes, average breasts. That should probably go up there with the biggest tip off she isnt a real vixen :P). She is however very athletic with well formed legs. Shes always smiling, a broad white grin. Unless of course you offer some sort of trade or deal, then shell instantly become business. Now would be a good time to note what shes wearing ;; Knee high tough brown synth-leather boots. Stronger than the real thing! ;; Combat harness for her pistol and other assorted weaponry ;; Dark cloak, color changes from all shades of whites and greys as willed. Usually stark white or pitch black ;; Throat Communicator, metal contraption that hangs around her slender throat ;; Broad hat that comes to a point, dark brown ;; Light tan vast with LOTS of pockets ;; Short pants, rugged and ready for work. -----EVERYTHING HAS POCKETS! Even the hat!! Dirge: Dirge is made to order! That's right, the bish wolf seems to have acquired a new profession in life. As always, he is an onyx colored lupine with beautiful and innocent bright blue eyes, and pearl white hair. Currently his hair is in one thick braid that goes down to his waist, tied at the end by a puffy black ribbon. One of those white made hat thingies sits atop his head. Pink lipstick graces his lips, while matching eyeshadow and rouge adorn his eyes and cheeks. He has on eye liner, mascara that makes his lashes to-die-for, and a light scent of strawberry follows him. He is currently in a French maid's outfit! It starts up at his shoulders, puffy black fabric covering them down to mid-upper arm, white frilliness covering around where the fabric ends. A black collar of fabric rises his neck, coming up from a border of embroidered lace above his protruding chest, and ending in even more lace, a circle of it around his neck. The outfit tapers down his slender torso, and spreads wider at his hips. A short skirt covers his legs down to his knees, and is very tight, making it difficult him to run or move very much. More lace goes around the hem of the skirt. It's all in all a very lovely, black and white ensemble, and if you didn't know him personally you might make the obvious mistake. His tail hangs down the back of his legs, also tied in a black ribbon like his hair. His bare, slender arms lead down to dainty hands that end in sharp, pink painted fingernails, kempt with incredible aptitude. A feather duster rests in a loop of fabric on his hip, and his legs lead down to black high heels that match his outfit. Magni: Magni is a tall- ten feet and change!- blond wolfhound with a decided look of Norse to him. His pointy ears perk out from over a shaggy, long yellow mass of hair that cascades over his shoulders. He has deep, expressive blue eyes set over his blunt, befurred muzzle, although his chin is kept shaven to minimal fur. He has a great, barrel chest with massive muscles showing through his... nice, white button down business shirt? And tie? Yes, despite his generally nordic and massive strength look, this youthful- approximately teenage- dog is wearing a business suit. He's even got a nice beige jacket that doesn't clash too terribly much with his straw- blond fur. It's hard to get a tailor for this kind of clothes in the "beefy plus plus plus" range, however, so his bulging muscles do show quite nicely under the sleeves. His two meaty paws are covered in bushy fur, although the thick fingers look surprisingly capable. His even more massive legs are concealed under long beige slacks, which cover the rippling thighs and immense shins, all the way down to the ankles, beneath which can be seen the briefest flash of black socks in his dark brown business shoes. His belt, however, is made of thick leather with a Thor's Hammer design for the belt-clasp, and from it lies a belt-pouch. The belt does carry more normal things, however, like a cellphone and a PDA case. He walks with an air of casual confidence, although his expression ranges from joyful to calm to angst-filled teen with fair rapidity. He has a long, shaggy tail that moves in time with his emotions; rapid wagging when happy or drooped with the weight of angst. His alert eyes and sharp ears constantly observe the scene about him. Mako: In this warm summer weather, the moderately tall Mako has chosen to go with the light approach. Her garb consists of a white t-shirt, and blue jean-shorts, cut off at the thighs to leave her with plenty of mobility in her legs. While quite a lot of her orange-brown fur is explosed, she doesn't seem to mind too much. It's all in the name of keeping cool. Right? Her long purple hair is tied back in a ponytail, and on her feet are sandals. Clipped to her shorts belt is a small music player, and her sensor-ears peek out of her hair as is normal. On her arms she wears her usual armlets, and on one hand, a small ring, which appears to be of the wedding sort. Ryan_Galen: Before you stands a male cat. His fur is almost completely white with the exception of his left ears, which has a splotch of black. His eyes are an emerald green, and his hair is a light blonde that is almost as white as his fur. The hair is cut short and combed in a nice, neat, simple manner. His height is average , and his build is average but in a fit way, with no flab and good tone. His clothing consists of a pair of black shoes, loose black pants, and a loose white shirt covered with an unbuttoned buttoned down shirt. He has no accessories of note, just a basic belt and a cheap plastic watch. He moves with the normal grace that one would expect from a cat, and doesn't appear to stay still at all, even if it is just his tail twitching. *******************************ON WITH THE SHOW!******************************* Supermegatopia City Park A sprawl of green stretching out beneath the gaze of the city's skyscrapers, the city park is a gently landscaped expanse of lawns and trees and winding walks, a place of relaxation for both heroes and less well known folk too. In the center of the park, surrounded by a fine circular stepped court, is a statue to Supermegatopia's most famous hero, Ferret Man. The tall bronze statue captures the stalwart hero in his most well known pose, guns a'blazing! Above the midnight constellations shine down upon the park's quiet lanes. Old fashioned streetlights cast a firefly glow along the winding walks, where the more romantic might chose to partake in a moonlight seranade, trailed nonchalontly by the less romantic looking for a quick clandsetine kiwibuck and them in turned trailed by ever vigilant vigilante types. Within the park's bounds is a small gazebo, often used for events or as a focus for wanton destruction. Just a bit further on is the park pond. Bordering the park to the west Kiwi Drive, while Saint Bagosy's Cathedral rises in its western reaches. A small path leads south, towards the city's southern neighborhoods. [ Obvious Exits: St. Bagosy's Cathedral and Coffee House Plus ] [ South Kiwi Drive , Gazebo , Pond ] [ Path ] Contents: Dirge(#3441P/JM) Dark_Iguana Fate Masquerade (In disguise) Quincy Mako Ryan_Galen Magni World's_Largest_Hamster Bulletin Board SIGN: The park is IC only. Please keep all OOC comments to whispers or pages. Masquerade is a bouncing bounding jumping, dancing bundle of energy... which doesn't slow for anything Magni waves cheerfully. "Hail, Sorcerer!" he says to Fate. Ryan_Galen scans the park again and almost sighs... with relief... when Fox shows up. At least if people start feeling awkward now it won't be do to strange events. He waves to the vulpine. Dark_Iguana, as usual, steps out of a swirling bank of shadows. The dark god looks smugly satisfied with himself. "Good evening, all." Fate waves to Mako, Magni, and then Ryan. "Hey, all." ^.^ Masquerade hops on over and dances around DI, "You look happy" Magni barks gruffly, "How goes, Sorcerer?" Mako returns the wave. Dark_Iguana watches the vixen prance around him, smiling. "I am," he agrees. He nods towards Magni. "Good evening, brother." Fate shrugs. "Goes fairly well. Yourself, Magni?" Masquerade hops forward into a bunch of cartwheels Ryan_Galen represses his reaction to the Dark Iguana suddenly entering, and just continues to keep his eyes on Fox. Magni barks gruffly, "I am doing quite well, thank you, Sorcerer." Magni nods politely to Dark Iguana. "Hail, Devastator of Indeterminately Large Areas." Dark_Iguana, in a good mood, smiles. "How fare you, Lord of Extensive Musculature?" A thought opens up another portal to the Isle, and allows someone to step through. Magni barks gruffly, "It is indeed a good evening, so far!" Dirge steps through in maid dress, dusting a skull which he tosses back through the portal as he sees where he is. He kneels beside DI. Masquerade blinkies and actually messes up her cartwheel, landing flat on her face wondering what Dirge was doing there. Dark_Iguana chuckles, giving a nod. "Ah, well, I am glad tonight finds you so well. I truly regret that I shall have to ruin your evening." Magni barks gruffly, "... Oh?" Ryan_Galen can not react to a lot of things. Seeing Dirge dressed for servitude isn't one of them. In this case though you don't hear much, and probally won't untill his faw starts working again. Masquerade rubs her face, "ouch" sitting up and rubbing her chin Dark_Iguana nods, and his face falls into solemn lines. "Lady Dei'nar'ys is your servant, is she not?" Dei'nar'Ys falls from above into the park.... Dei'nar'Ys has arrived. Dirge leans the side of his head against DI's hip. Ryan_Galen raises an eyebrow as Dirge's action, but redirects his attention towards Dark. "What does this have to do with Dei?" Masquerade hops forward and listens in >.> Magni quirks an eyebrow. "Yeeesss?" he says, his eyes narrowing. Dark_Iguana nods. "Ah, I was afraid that was so. Yesterday, she, unfortunately, passed beyond the realm of mortals. In the evening, to be precise." He glances at Ryan and Magni both for their reactions. Ryan_Galen blinks... just blinks. No emotion in his face what-so-ever unless having the blood run out of you is an emotion. He doesn't take death well, and this is the third time someone he knew died in this city. "...how?" Magni barks gruffly, "No, she hasn't." Just like a little while ago, A Quith-Xoth wanders into the park. For those that didnt see it last time, One of its arms is covered in large green bandages made from ivy vines, its body is obscured by massive black overlapping plates that make it look like a bug, and its head is surrounded by a black helmet with a big black mask on the front. Masquerade dashes into the tree and peers out... too many enemies here Dark_Iguana raises a brow, his hand perched lightly on Dirge's head. "Oh? Are you sure of that?" Magni barks gruffly, "Yup! She's my Servitor. I can sense the fact that she's embodied." Magni smiles dangerously. "If you've hurt her, we're gonna have Words." Dirge purrs at the hand atop his head. The Quith-Xoth Wanders very slowly towards the grouping of individuals. Little ellipsis float around its head in a perpetual -....- Dark_Iguana nods. "Well, then, I suppose my news is a bit premature, at best." The Quith gets a momentary glare, and then he turns back to Magni. "By all means, words, then. Since her injuries were sustained in battle." Dei'nar'Ys, though at first and second glances she looks like one of Fate's cousin's, has the bad timing to walk into the park at almost exactly this moment. Magni ... grumbles. "If it was YOU who hurt her, that doesn't really count- unless she attacked you first. You're a god!" Ryan_Galen looks at Magni and raises an eyebrow. He may be relieved about Dei, but he doesn't know what to think about this whole 'servitude' thing. ...or the fact that the Dark Iguana was actually wrong about something. Mako just blinks.... The Quith-Xoth holds out its arm in an open palmed gesture. -Perhaps its because gods arent as great as one would be led to belive.- Dark_Iguana bows his head. "She did attack me first, actually," he admits, hiding a toothy smile. He raises his gaze once more. "For little or no reason." He looks toward the Quith again. "Perhaps you are hasty in your judgement." Magni hmms. "Well, blast. That really is her fault." He grumbles. "We will have Words, though, one of these days..." Masquerade has to pipe up, "Nope, they're just big mouthed individuals!" then hides again o.o Magni looks around. "She's right here now, anyway. Hey, Dei! Are you alright?" he asks, turning towards the soul he senses and blinking. He *was* looking at the physical, as he wanted to check her health- but... "Blink?" Dei'nar'Ys takes a hasty half step backwards, before catching Dark's words. "Little or no reason?! You tortured and enslaved my friend!" While it may not have been the best idea to reveal herself, she's done so now... The Quith points at DI.. and looks over at Dei. -.....Good To see you have recoverd.- Dark_Iguana nods. "I eagerly await these...words, Lord of Might." He blinks at Dei's outburst, taking her reappearance in stride. "And you think that is adequate reason to toss your life away?" Magni barks gruffly, "Well, yes, Dark. She's a *hero*. That's what they're supposed to do." Magni barks gruffly, "Actually, if you *have* been enslaving and torturing the unwilling, that's what *I* have to do as well. The smiting will be tremendous!" Ryan_Galen shakes his head with a sigh. He doesn't believe in worshiping gods, but he certainly doesn't believe in pissing them off. He then blinks when Magni notices Dei, and then at her words takes a secound look at Dirge with a raised eyebrow. The Quith looks at DI. - No Life is Thrown Away. Especially not hers. You can waste a life, But she most definately did not.- Mako sweatdrops, and detects a lot of pain bound for this immediate area.... Dirge lifts one of his hands up for DI. "Maitre." Dei'nar'Ys scowls, taking up a fighting stance. This body... is clumsy and lacks her innate powers. But that doesn't make her any less brave. Dark_Iguana glances down at Dirge. "Yes, Dirge," he asks. Magni gets a rather bored glance. "Oh, he's willing enough. Aren't you, Dirge?" Quith gets a glance. Dirge wants DI to take his hand. He nods, though, plaintively. "Oui Maitre." The Quith glares at DI from behind the big mask. -...If that trash is willing, why did it Save don from being killed?- Dark_Iguana notices the hand, and considers for a moment. "Shortly, I imagine, Dirge. But not quite yet." He looks back up. "Oh, he is completely in control of his own actions, you realize. Apparently, he thought Thorn did not need to die." The god shrugs. Masquerade hops down... darn this forms curiousity! dancing over to the Quith, "Nice mask" Magni barks gruffly, "Er. Was he willing /before/ you messed with his brain? Re- oh. So really, completely, totally, willing?" Dirge's eyes do look sort of glazed, but... "But, Maitre..." He lowers his hand. Dark_Iguana nods, looking Magni over carefully. As the other deity in the area, he's the only one worth of any notice. "Ask him yourself, if you wish, Lord of Mountains." Mako blinks... The Quith looks at Masq. The Eyeholes flare bright red for a moment. -...- And then it turns to watch DI again. Ryan_Galen winces. Dirge becoming a slave just to save Don... that's an arrangement he wouldn't have predicted. Masquerade knows she should just walk away, but... curious! pointing and jabbing at the mask again and again until she gets more of a response Magni turns on his Godliness. The aura of, well, impressivenss radiates out from him in a rather fantastic glowing light- and *sensation*. It is *very* obvious that Magni is a God, and a God of Light, at that. "Speak, Dirge," he says in a deep voice which rings of the clang of steel. "And speak truthfully. Why gave you yourself to Dark Iguana?" The Quith Ignores Masq. Fate kinda.... leeeeeans away from Magni. It's instinct. He is, after all, a tiny tiny bit of a demon. Dei'nar'Ys bares her teeth, imperceptibly sliding forward, beginning to shine with a sympathetic glow as Magni simply radiates power. She almost looks like she should, a blue aura of her old body around her current one. She also looks mildly stronger then before... but eh... Ryan_Galen just backs away from the space between Dark and Magni in general. He doesn't go to far though. If this turns into a clash of gods then the whole park might be going down for the count. Dirge tips his head ever so slightly, and looks up at DI for a moment or so, followed by turning his gaze to Magni. "I live to serve, Monsieur." Dark_Iguana raises a brow, as if either impressed or interested by what he sees and feels. He remains silent, though, quiet menace radiating from him. Masquerade pokes the strange mask wearing thing, bombarding it with lots of obnoxious squeaky sounding questions on what, where, who and so forth about the mask. Fate ums. "Dei. Got any samples of your original DNA around? 'Cause in a week I can have you out of that, and in a *real* body." The Quith looks over at Fate. -...We are already working on such a thing.- Fate looks back at the alien. "I have a set process that takes exactly a week, the original body's weight in raw materials, and about a gallon of gin. All I need is a way to get her into the body." Masquerade prattles on and on and on, though she's lost her voice and the squeaking has stopped, not that she notices, still poking the Quith. Dei'nar'Ys fehs, narrowing her eyes, as she straightens herself up. "Yeesh. A DNA sample, eh?" She feels that something will happen soon but... The Quith Ignore Masq at this point, and shrugs. -Then we will supply you with the DNA sample that Sir thorn helped supply us with.- Magni cranks up the volume- or whatever- of his godliness aura. The brilliance makes it almost impossible for any to see him, or those nearby him. "Speak!" he commands again, his voice shaking off the nearby building. "The full truth!" Dei's "shadow" of her former/future? self looks so real now it's almost solid Masquerade reaches into a pocket to pull out a handfull of smooth river rocks, using them to 'catch' the Quith's attention by tossing them light, but hard enough to get a normal person's attention, at the back of its head. Dirge's eyes glitter and turn clear. "Help me!" He cries out, before his eyes are clouded again. He leans his head back against DI. Ryan_Galen winces at the volume of the sound. It's moments like this that's he's glad that his magical sense are normally in the 'off' position. The Quith-Xoth flinches, not from the rocks, but from Dirge's cry. -........So, He isnt Scum...- But now it whips around and grabs for Masq's face. -Leave me alone, Before i Kill you. I know who you are, and I will not resist in killing you just because you dont look the same.- Dark_Iguana glances down at Dirge. "I thought you had been brought fully over to my side. That shall be corrected at a more convenient moment, Dirge," he warns. He looks back up, red-eyed gaze meeting Magni's. Fate decides that a Clash of the Gods requires weaponry that would make Jehovah cry. He starts running towards the Abandoned Warehouse District, and that way to the HQ, as well... Masquerade doesn't bother dodging, sticking her tongue out and prattling back an insult... then notices her voice is gone and shotguns the whole handfull at the Quith's face, angrily waving her arms and noiselessly shouting at it Mako, for once, agrees with Fate. And runs for the Vindicators HQ as well... Magni turns, his godliness aura starting to fade- but not completely. "I think, perhaps," he says with deadly calmness, "It is indeed time you and I clash, Lord of the Unleashed Darkness." Dirge holds his hand up to DI. "Maitre... Now?" Fate gets to the HQ, and storms up the stairs. He grabs his flightsuit out of a locker on the way, and starts putting it on... He begins to unfold the wings of the newly-rebuilt World War II relic aircraft up there... Ryan_Galen backs away from the the scene really quickly now. He heads for the nearest tree(tm), not to hind behind/in for once, but just to hold onto. This up coming fight could be very big. Dark_Iguana watches the others run, and then nods. He chuckles. "Very well, Lord of Unmatched Strength. If it must be, so it must." He bows politely to his opponent. "Dirge, distance yourself. It would not do to have my...ally hurt." Dirge pouts. "But Maitre, I do not want to you be harmed." Magni cracks his knuckles, and his business suit fades away, replaced by a suit of leather and chain armor, a furred cape, high boots- the whole assemblage, including horned helmet. Yes, it is appropriate; the gods wore 'em. :). Sorry, don't have a desc yet. He watches Dark Iguana evenly, waiting for the correct... moment. Mako gets to the vindicators HQ, and runs down to the labs, looking for the ML3 keys. >.>; Dark_Iguana's eyes glow red, and he smiles. "Concern for my well-being? I'm touched, Dirge. But please, I believe no harm shall come, this evening." The god becomes limned in a red aura momentarily, all the plates of his armor blackening as if being burned by a fire. A skull-shaped helm (no visor) appears on his head, as if by magic. Likewise, a jagged sword of black iron appears in hand. Fate leaves the wings folded, and pushes the Checkerboard Anomaly into the ML3's newly-made launch bay, then operates the hydraulics to close the twin doors. "Mako, keys're in the war room," he shouts down, strapping himself into the railgunner's seat, where the CIC of the sub used to be. Dirge lowers his hand and rises slowly. "What shall I do for you then, Maitre? Shall I make sure that the others do not interfere? Shall I... Prepare dessert?" Mako grabs the keys, (complete with little Hello Cthulu keychain), and goes to try and start up the ML3.... Magni bears no weapon himself, his bare paws clenched into mighty fists as rage begins to tremble through the young deity's form. "So- you made of him a slave, without his true consent, and then you unleashed full Godpower upon my servitor for acting as a hero must..." He cricks his neck and begins to step towards Dark Iguana. "Prepare yourself." Ryan_Galen gets himself ready near the tree. He does actually get partially behind it, but he doesn't climb. With this thing he may need to move back a little more then this. Dark_Iguana spares a moment to glance at Dirge. "Prevent interference, if you could be so kind. And pay attention. I may call on you at any moment." He gets back to business as it were. "Lay on, MacDuff." His legs spread, and he falls into a combat-ready stance. He decides to start things off almost playfully, a lazy downard slash aimed to gut Magni. Dirge moves backwards and gazes around the park. He turns ethereal and falls through the ground with a light swooshing sound. The Quith-Xoth blocks the pebbles thrown at it with its arm covereed in bandages, and the eyeholes in its mask glows red. It isnt paying attention to the angry gods nearby. -...I am going to kill you now.- Magni for once in his heroic career dodges, charging swiftly to the left. As he moves, he stomps down heavily, bringing his foot to earth and setting off a localized earthquake. The Law gnerskies to a start as the old Diesel engines kickstart the Roo-N built sublight drives and it lifts off... Mako is busy running around inside the ML3, loading ammo. The big stuff. >.> Fate ums. "Mako... YOU fly the ship. I'LL load the gun." >.> Masquerade says lots of things... of course without a voice it all doesn't matter Dirge rises out of the ground again, looking around distraught. "Maitre." He says to himself, becoming opaque and lying down in the middle of the park or wherever he is. Storm clouds begin to gather. Dark_Iguana jump back instinctually as the foot comes down. The earthquake strikes him unexpectedly, and he's set to having to fight for his balance. He obviously can't compete in physical might. So let's see how magic works. "Die, Might-Lord." The sword explodes into thousands of little black iron shards, which shoot outward in a circle. Viewers beware shrapnel. The quith-Xoth sighs, and removes the mute. -SPEAK, or Move away. I am sick of yo - Bewareing of the shrapnel, The Quith-Xoth's legs glow black a little before it leaps into the air, aiming to land in a tree. Fate thumbs the actuators for the ML3's last remaining two Armor-Piercing Mk45 torpedoes, each loaded with a half-ton of TNT. They load. The clusterbomb slots are all ready, and the Rail Cannon's ammo system cycles around to the big pellets. 200mm, each lovingly drop-forged by Fate himself. ^.^ Masquerade says, "You know you're all a lot of hypocrites" Mako drives, as instructed. She's... not TOO good at it, as the ML3 weaves drunkenly through the air.... Dirge's stationary body moves not an inch and barely breathes. His apparition pitches up out of it as lightning strikes around the city, intent on intercepting the ML3. Magni can't hope to evade that directly. He slaps his paw over his face- especially over his eyes- and charges forward, his armor and skin lacerated by the shrapnel storm- but Magni charges on despite the blood and pain! Fate built the automatic weapons lock and targeting mechanisms of the Law for just such an instance. In the gathering storm, the Law's five large spotlights come on, each sweeping underneath, making it look like one of those awesome Crimson Skies zeppelins. "Mako, ten o'clock low. We've got incoming." Dark_Iguana,now disarmed, sets himself to take the brunt of Magni's charge. His mucles tense and his eyes flash. "Fight like a god, whelp!" Mako nods. "Roger". She begins flipping switches and pressing targetting buttons... Before the weapons are fully calibrated and all that fun lingo, however, Dirge's apparition lets loose a volley of energy spheres towards the ML3, a beaming, distant look on it's glowing countenance. Fate's targeting displays light up, and he aims for the apparition... then discharges the railgun five times. *whirrrrrTHOOM!* ... Well, whatever's on line of sight with those depleted uranium pellets isn't going to be happy in a couple minutes. o.o Magni slams into Dark Iguana at full force- the mighty power of the God of Strength. "I am!" he howls, the battle-rage singing on his tongue. "The god of STRENGTH!" Dark_Iguana, is, of course, bowled back. DI never stood a chance, but it was better than nothing. Rolling, the god grunts as he comes to a kneeling position. "Let's see how much your vaunted strength helps you now!" He tosses forth a hand, and thick, roiling fog boils forth. This could potentially fill the park rapidly. Mako gnaahs, and jerks sharply to the left to try and dodge the spheres, most likely scraping a building in the process, and letting fate dictate the damage sustained. >.> Dirge's apparition floats calmly in the air as the railgun blasts flow right through it. A few seconds later it zips off through the air and begins to gather more energy. Magni inhales deeply and @supermans. That is to say, he lets out a similarly powerful exhalation, blowing with all of his strength. Perhaps there is a mild *cough* similarity to the Big Bad Wolf? (I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your gazebo in!) From in the Tree, the Quith-Xoth just watches.. It knows better than to interfere, but it also watches the skies. If anything were to happen to any more of the funny creatures, specially if they are friends of Thorn.. Fate, unfortunately, gets to have fun. The ML3 slams into the building that he just shot, and it jams several hatches. He sighs at the apparition, and... "Mako. I don't think there's another way to stop that thing... I'm going to fire both torpedoes at the Park. Mako says, "Try an energy weapon!"" Masquerade squirms around and tries to get free of the Quith's grasp, squeaking angrily Dark_Iguana's expression is rather shocked as the fog boils away. He manages to keep his feet, thougH. Bully for him. "Very well. We'll just do this the hard way." DI punches out with an open hand, and a lance of black, sizzling energy shoots toward Magni. Fate shakes his head. "Fine! Take over gunnery!" He hops out, and runs for the launch bay.... Masquerade would have run far far away then to watch from one rooftop or other then Dirge's apparition's mobility is impressive, perhaps better than the ship, what with it's no wind resistance and such. It circles around the ship, firing bolts at the engines before it comes back around to the front, a musical chorus of moans and sighs following it. Magni is still breathing out heavily, so he doesn't have enough time to dodge this time. The lance of energy strikes him full on his broad chest and knocks him off his feet with a yelp of surprise, charring his armor. He rises to his feet swiftly though, hammering his fist into the ground like his leg before as he stands to try and close the distance to Dark. The Law's engines are entirely internal. Roo-N's system depends on gravity to move the ship. Air battle up above, gods fighting like there was no tomarrow right in front of him. Yep, if Ryan liked excitement, he'd be having a blast right about now. Unfortuently he doesn't. Fate straps himself into the Checkerboard Anomaly. He turns on the launch sequence, and the bay doors open, and the wings are pulled into position at the same time. He cuts the cables to the wings, and starts up the plasma drive... Dark_Iguana falls to his keister, knocked down by the localized earthquake. For a battle of gods, they don't spend much time standing, do they? Since he won't win with strength, Dark decides to go with what he knows best (That being evil, mind you). An incantation hisses through his needle-sharp teeth, and he brings all the evil he can gather to bear, shooting the ball of corruption at the god. If this hits...it might not be pretty. It can take different forms, depending on the strength of the victim. For someone of Magni's strength...maybe some weakness, perhaps some sickness, maybe pain. No damage, per se. Mako tries to keep the ML3 steady while fate gets himself ready.... Myrial, Decides that now would be a time to interfere, if any, and tries to zap DI's ball with a ball of bright white light to see what it will do.. Fate slams the release button. The Checkerboard Anomaly is dragged away from the ML3, and the hatches close... The plasma lance on the bottom of the modified P-38 drops down, and heats up as he aims it for Dirge's apparition. Dirge's apparition zips constantly around through the air, launching at times dozens of white energy spheres at the ML3 while random lighting provides ample drama and danger for everyone else. Magni knows /that/ when he sees it! Realizing that it will keep coming after him, dashes to the side again, trying to get a tree- in other words, another legitimate target- between him and the ... Oooh boy. Fate arms up the Plasma Lance, and opens fire. A thick, brilliant beam of crackling white energy lances out for Dirge's position in a sweep. If and when it strikes the ground, it should dig a nice, boiling-earth furrow. Mako tries to keep the ML3 steady, hoping the armour manages to retain cohesion as she sets the ting to Auto-pilot and gets down to the gunnery bay. A cute little inflatable pilot puffs up and takes the wheel. @.o Magni watches the- oh. Man. That's not going to be good. As the white light hits the sphere of darkness, the reaction is somewhat vigorous. In the same way that Buxom Gal, after a day amnesiac about the fact that she has powers and therefore can't use them, is "somewhat busty". The resultant explosion goes off like a fuel-air explosive. Dirge's apparition is impacted directly, but doesn't seem to care. Its chest is covered in a black sooty blast mark, but it continues to attack the ship, firing relentlessly while the autopilot dodges or the like. Dark_Iguana has a moment to look hatefully at the Quith before the explosion lights up the park. If his armor wasn't charred before, it would be, now. Blown from his feet (yet again), his scales blacken with soot and charr. Question: Does a tree provide much protection from a fuel-air explosion? Answer: Just look at Ryan flying away no under his own power. He'll probally just land another tree WAY at the edge of the park. Oh, and he will be out of it for a while. Masquerade claps from her rooftop FAR FAR AWAY Myrial ...'s from inside the tree. Definately not what she ment to do. Most of her black armor and mask melts away.. and starts to form something next to her. She is now wearing a bodysuit that covers to her knees and elbows and inbetween. Its ovbious she wasnt able to heal her bodily injuries, as her left eye is still burned over, and the entire left side of her body is pockmarked and burned, as if made of plastic taken to by a lighter. Magni staggers back to his feet, armor and furs "strategically" torn, cuts and burns over his muscular form. He growls, and shakes his head out before reaching for a twisted shard of concrete to hurl at Dark Iguana! Fate halts the beam, and the capacitors begin to recycle. In the mean time, white-phosphorus tracer rounds from the twin wing guns provide decent cover fire at the apparition-Dirge. Mako is in the middle of lifting what looks like a cross between a metal detector and a flamethrower from a rack in the ml weapons bay when the loud boom is heard. "That can't be good." She hurries up a bit more, loading a silvery cube into the device and heading for one of the hatches... Dirge's apparition, possibly fed up, begins to fly right for the ship, intending to enter it and find the living creatures firing at him. White energy spheres continue to bombard. Dark_Iguana,sporting his own 'battle damage action', is sufficiently aware enough to lift his arm, slapping the shard of concrete aside. A growl escapes him. "Very good, Magni. I'd almost believe you're an elder god, like this. Almost." Myrial Suddenly BURSTS from the tree.. Flying! She's created some sort of Bioorganic creature. It has 2 large 'arms' which it has wrapped around the quith-xoth's chest like armor, and has large wings coming off of its back that it is lifting her with. As she rises, she aims, and fires a fast moving ball of black energy, before the creature decends towards another tree. Magni takes advantage of Dark's taking the time to slap the concrete away to charge again. "I may be young, but I've been fighting giants since I was crawling!" he barks proudly, trying to rabbit-punch (dog-punch?) Dark in the gut. Oops. He may be in the way of that energy ball. o.o Fate makes a hard bank, as his P-38 is hit with lightning in a chance strike. He heads back for HQ. x.x Mako braces herself, and punches the hatc open button, positioning herself and aiming her weapon out the door, into the air and in the general direction of the dirge phantom. Hey, is her gun giving off a whining noise? Dark_Iguana does his best to make himself small. He willingly takes the shot to the gut (and there's the 'woof' of air leaving his frame), in exchange for trying to dodge the energy ball. It may only cause cramps, but that's not something he needs in this battle. "Am I supposed to be impressed?" Charging his gauntlet with electricity with a thought, he slaps out at Magni's breastplate. Dirge's apparition looks delighted to see Mako. It opens it's mouth, beaming, but nothing comes out save for an echoing sigh. It flies towards her, energy spheres in tow. Mako's gun's whine becomes really high-pitched, and then.... <--- insert really large flash here ---> The small cube of magnesium used as the catalyst is consumed in a brief, but very intense blast of light aimed directly at the phantom. It won't hurt, but you'd better not be looking at it. @.o Myrial, in her tree, is actually NOT looking at the blast. She's formulating a new plan, and reforming her flying creature into something else.. Dirge's apparition is not above blindness. It soars forward seeing nothing but white and firing spheres randomly in the direction of the ship. Magni doesn't even notice the ball of energy smacking into him. He does, however, notice Dark's electricity charged zap. He grins and shakes his head- before cocking his fist and giving Dark an uppercut! "At least it's more impressive than trying to use electricity... on the son of the DOG OF THUNDER!" Dark_Iguana's head snaps around. Backwards. There's a wet snap of bone as Magni's suddenly left staring at the back of DI's head. OUCH. "Touche'...." Mako is, simultainiously, plastered against the rear inside wall of the ML. That thing has an almighty kick to it. @.o Dirge's apparition continues to fire blindly in it's attempts to bring down the ML3... n.n; Magni knows that that is not nearly enough to take down the Dark one- on its own. Well, technically, none of this is probably going to actually take him /down/ at the moment, but it's possible that enough pounding might get him to go /away/. So, well, Magni goes to town, punching as though his arms were twin jackhammers. Dark_Iguana stands up well to the pounding. He's a god, and his reputation is at stake. Gathering up his reserves of energies, he sends out a pulsing shockwave of light, sound and heat in a rapidly-expanding ring from himself. "DIRGE!" Dirge's apparition spins in the air and glides happily back down to DI. It opens its mouth, again, but nothing comes out. Myrial tries to take a last potshot of a big Cramp Beam at DI. Magni has enough time to brace himself against the explosion, but is shoved back by it in one of those cool anime-esque-dig-a-furrow rides. Mako, ensconsed in the ML3, quietly carries on forwards over the park, before the autopilot pulls a bad u-turn (Removing several sattelite dishes from the nearby buildings) before heading back towards the HQ... Dark_Iguana grabs Dirge's body once more, and utters the Word of Recall. The cramp beam passes through the already-fading god's form, causing him to laugh as his head turns around. "Enough of this. That was quite refreshing, Thorsson." And with that...poof. Dirge's apparition remains a bit longer, looking around at everyone, and going from beaming to distraught and back as it fades away as well. Mako quietly wonders how many days (or weeks) of hammering are going to be needed to repair the hull. x.x Masquerade comes down off her building and back into the park, skipping happily as always