DYNE: A pith helmet, an exact replica of those which jungle explorers might've used. The domed hat is surfaced in smooth khaki fabric, held onto the hardened plastic lining by brass grommets. A black band of waterproofed leather creates the classic semicircle on the brim, denoting the front. Beneath the helmet, bright blue hair is barely kept contained. A riot of the stuff spikes in all directions. Through the hat point his ears, white on the inside, gray on the outside. His eyes, showcases of sapphire. A single dark line of grease paint is painted under each.He's wearing his vest: a survival type, the cargo pants of vests. Stuffed with pockets and other assorted ways to carry things, he looks more prepared to go hiking than walking down the sidewalk. Other than that, his upper body is left bare. A heavy pair of slacks covers his legs, plenty of folds for things to get trapped in. FRUITBAT: She's short. It's only because of her huge pointed ears that she's over four feet tall; if you don't count them, she's only a bit over three. Her fur is fine, short and dark grey, her wing membranes are black leathery skin, and she blends into the shadows. On the other hand, she's usually got a cheerful grin on her blunt-muzzled face (even if it does flash some very sharp fangs). At night, her wide black eyes are visible; during the day, they are hidden behind dark goggles. Her hair is kept in a short pageboy cut to keep it out of her eyes in flight. The wings spread out twice as wide as she is tall, tough leathery skin spread on bone spurs. They fold up when she's not flying, revealing two fingers and a thumb at the center joint. Her feet are bare, the claws used mainly for holding onto overhead objects when she's resting upside down. Her outfit is ... brief. A pair of bikini shorts the same grey as her fur, with a pair of strips of spandex that go over her shoulders, widening into cups just big enough to keep her from bouncing around in flight. A thin silver chain connects the cups to hold them in place. A small black fanny-pack is strapped to her left thigh, with a picture of a dark green kiwi with a burning fuse. VITA: Vita Green, an unusually strong looking Gila Monster. Her muscle is toned beneath scaly fl colored like most Gilas. Her head has a black hood surrounding her features and running to flare out around her shoulders. Past that she becomes a mustard yellow with black spl running sideways across her body. Her chest is surprising ample considering shes a scal with a seductress hips. Her clothing's undergone a little... revision recently. More with the general fashion statement of villiany in the realm of SMT. The tattered garment of old has wrapped over on itself and looks almost new now, turned into a heavy (tapestry heavy) black cloak com with tall stiff collar. The cloak's held on by a silver chain, little skull emblems atta to the fabric. Actually on her lower body are a pair of leather shorts, also black with large tear in the back to let her tail swing free. On her chest is a latex (for the cups leather (for the straps) bra that's one... maybe even two sizes too small. It pushes up chest, keeps it tight to her body, and threatens to outstretch... tight just like the sho Her head has a certain wideness to it, accompanied by unnaturally sharp teeth which make a very wicked smile. Her eyes have that gleam of malice, as if right now shed love to se sprawled out nude upon an operating table with her claws on the tools. Her musculature i toned, yet still slim. Some would still find her surprisingly attractive were it not for stench of carrion that accompanies her every breath. Oddly enough, its not from her exactly its the food she eats. BOLT: Standing before you is a dingo, male. He's around six feet two inches in height, and he's incredibly handsome in all respects. His eyes are a piercing, bright azure. Fully blue, with a darker blue for the iris, and an even darker blue for the pupil. Think of the Fremen eyes from Dune. His hair is a similar color, extremely long, ending down his back a little above his tail. Its a magnificent azure, with silvery white streaks in it. His ears are long, pointed, and oddly shaped. Like lightning bolts. Interesting. His fur is colored a red-tan, and he has a rough-but-jolly look of an Aussie in his face. From his slightly square-jawed masculine face, a slightly thick neck lowers to reveal a very athletic physique. Handsome and attractive from ears to toes. He sports a powerful chest, torso, back muscles, biceps, triceps, and the other arm muscles, thighs, hamstrings, calves, lower legs, even a taut rump. Must run or swim a lot. However well-toned his musculature is, it isn't over-so. He isn't blocky in his structure, but smooth and sleek to a near thing of perfection with the right muscle tone. However sleek his muscle tone appears to be, each bit of physique is shown when the opprotunity presents itself as he moves with a nearly fluid grace. His clothing is interesting enough. His hair is set in a ponytail, with a black band at the base where the rest of it flows in a long blue trail down his back. He wears a simple cotton white tee shirt underneath an absolutely exquisitely designed black leather jacket. Its always got the sleek sheen of leather, and the black color never seems to fade. It has a high collar, spreading wide around his neck and pointed at the sides. Pockets are at the front at the chest and at the sides to hold things in. His slender-fingered pianist like hands have adorned fingerless black gloves. His pants are simple enough - a pair of beaten but still very dark blue bluejeans, rugged looking. A black leather belt with an opaque bright yellow buckle keeps said pants up. He also wears at his feet a pair of dark black beltstrap hardboots. Just as well, a black Aussie hat adorns his head, one side tilted upward. A yellow band is around the top of the hat, with a black lightning bolt design in the band. He smells quite a lot like leather with his clothing. Maybe even a little of ozone too. Wait. Ozone? Yeah... and then you notice his strange eyes again, and - what's that? A pair of tattoos right under his eyes, shaped like lightning bolts? How suspect. Looks like the civilian version of the supervillain, Bolt. Who knows? Maybe it is, and....maybe it is. 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. DONOVAN THORN: You see a male panther, about 5'6". He's slimly built, but not scrawny. He's wearing blue-jeans, a black T-shirt, heavy-looking work boots and a large, stuffed-to-the-brim backpack. The pack has 'U of SMT' written on it, and a red leaf sewn below the lettering. He wears an engagement ring on his right hand. On his left leg is strapped a ornate dagger in sheath, covered in alien designs. HALEY: Standing here you see a young feline of possibly 14-15 years of age, at about 5' 3". His fur is a reddish-brown rust colour, and his hair is a dirty white, somewhat wild and unkempt. His eyes are a twinkling green, with an air of mischief about him, and a permenant small smirk on his face. His body for the most part is fairly thin, not undernourished by light. At the moment, he seems to be wearing an old pair of jeans and some sandals, going shirtless for the time being. On his chest is a small tuft of white fur in contrast to the rest of his rust-coloured fur. In place of ears, he appears to have a very familiar style of mechanoid earsensors, that sweep backward from his head. He stands with his hands in his pockets, slouching slightly, and has a general air of nonchalant mischief about him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Number One Place for Superheros and Villains of the Furry Persuasion ____ __ ___ ______ _ / __/_ _____ ___ ____/ |/ /__ ___ ____ /_ __/__ ___ (_)__ _ _\ \/ // / _ \/ -_) __/ /|_/ / -_) _ `/ _ `// / / _ \/ _ \/ / _ `/ /___/\_,_/ .__/\__/_/ /_/ /_/\__/\_, /\_,_//_/ \___/ .__/_/\_,_/ /_/ /___/ /_/ -------------------------------------------------------------------------- S-Mart Shopping Experience The S-Mart store looks like any other Kiwi-Mart knockoff until you realise you can't se other end of the store. The only thing that greets your eyes is a giant center aisle lar enough to fit two conversion vans lengthwise. Branching off the center aisle is row upon upon row of shopping shelves packed to the brim with everything and just about anything a could ever imagine. Neatly hung placards from the ceiling indicate the various departmen the store. In the center of the central aisle is a giant island of cash registers binging and clin away at full-auto, hurrying people through lines that seem to stretch around six partitio roped off areas. Buzzing around the lines and around the store is a wide array of shopp buggies, completely equipped with a U-Drag trailer on the back for easy item storage. Th buggies zoom around the store with their modified gas/electric hybrid motors, though ther a handful that are parked near the front of the store recharging their batteries. The store is vast and seemingly endless. The possibilities abound around you, and amon all is a giant banner near the front that appears to float in the air high above the sho heads screaming in bright neon pink, 'SHOP SMART! SHOP S-MART!' [ Obvious Exits: ] Contents: Donovan_Thorn(#2774P/CJBM) Fruitbat Vita Dyne Fruitbat winces. "Annoying, I think. Screaming is always so shrill... Can't they panic quiely?" Dyne says, "Only if you cut their throats.. then it's gurgling." The front of the S-Mart has just collapsed into rubble as a series of explosions go off. Fruitbat, Dyne, and Vita are sitting on one of the display shelves discussing the aesthet panicky normals. Fruitbat skreeks, "That's messy, though. Oh, look! We have a customer." Vita ohs, "But I like to cause the screams... usually torture related of course" Donovan_Thorn steps in, intent on shopping... but begins pulling people from rubble instea Fruitbat grins. "De gustabus non disputandem. You're more biology-oriented, I assume?" Vita smirks... "You could say that, like a more messy scavenger hunt. Good practice, and personally talored undead" Dyne tips his head, "Oh.. Damn them to hell. Just as we start destroying their store tech s picks up on my two-month hold." Fruitbat skreeks, "Well, then, you've got what we wanted. You have their attention." Mako has arrived. Donovan_Thorn is pulling people from wreckage, at a loss to what caused this. Mako wanders on in, following don's radio beacon. "... do I want to know?" You say, "Probably, 'cause I sure do." Dyne nods, "Keep up the good work, and I will definitely, see you both in the future, heh h Can't let a doomsday device go to waste." Vita readjusts her new outfit so it's a bit more comfortable, "Alright, well since Dyne's b with technical support... two heroes have shown up... and I get to show off the new suit picked out... what other havoc should we cause? Dyne hops up, and soars out the front door, leaving a contrail of smoke in his wake and a l roar as air rushes to fill the void he leaves behind. Dyne has left. Mako says, "...okay....." Fruitbat skreeks, "Well, we've got a couple heroes to fight with. That's always good for a laugh." Donovan_Thorn pulls the last person from the wreckage and sends them running, then looks fo those responsible. Vita nods, "Agreed" hopping off the display stand she'd been using as an impromptu throne a hefting the bone-sword she formed earlier... "Which one you want to take on?" Mako Sweatdrops. "What, is it time for the senseless violence already?" Donovan_Thorn's search doesn't take long. "...hey. Blow anything up lately?" Fishes arou a pocket... Fruitbat grins. "The little one pulls mallets out of thin air, if I remember correctly. You choice." She shrugs at Donovan. "Well, we were trying to get them to answer Dyne on the T Support line. He says it worked." Vita oohs, "I've got mallet lass then" sword VS mallet... sword's bound to win right? Fruitbat skreeks, "Don't take it for granted. It's a magic mallet." Mako doesn't pull mallets, sadly. That's her daughter's skill. Insteand, she produces dual-wielded glowing purple plasma stunrods. Donovan_Thorn extracts a small tube of metal, and ahems. "On the count of three..." Fruitbat concentrates. A handful of glowing cherries takes shape in her wingclaws. Donovan_Thorn says, "...three." and blows through it. It's a dog whistle. Vita blinks... "I've still got the girl" she twirls the blade like it weighs nothing and ge ready for a fight. Fruitbat eeeeks and throws the cherries in Donovan's general direction. "Cheat!" Mako confronts Vita, and stands in a defensive posture... Donovan_Thorn eyenarrows, and backhands them with his magnetic gauntlet, trying to send the Vita's direction. Vita leaps at mako while side-swiping her blade... however she doesn't notice the little ch bombs so they might be a problem if they land too close to her. Half the cherries go off in midair before they even reach Donovan, a few go off on contact the gauntlet and the rest detonate all over the place as they're deflected. The bat glare generates a pineapple instead. Mako is reacting rather than going on the offensive, so she can gauge Vita's skill. As such hops backwards and hopefully out of swipe range. The gauntlet sizzles and thin white smoke drifts downwards from it. It's slightly charred ice-cold. Don flexes the fingers, then grins. "...en garde!" Charges handfirst, gauntl held palm-open. Vita notices lots of explosions and doesn't press the assault lest she overbalance and tip forward. Concussion or not she defensively backs away from Fruitbat and her little creat farther down an isle... Mako decides to press the momentary advantage she has, and uses Vita's backing up as an exc advance, attacking with both blades! Fruitbat squeaks and takes off. Whatever the gauntlet does, it's forming frost and she does want to be there to find out in person. She leaves the pineapple behind as a present. Donovan_Thorn acks, he expected her to THROW it. He can't stop in time, so tries to jump c over it as he runs after! Donovan_Thorn trips on it. Vita backpeddles faster, swiping the sword again to try and knock the stun-rods out of stri her... otherwise chances are she's going to go up in sparks... then the predictable happe *whoops* she steps on her thick cloak and ends up toppling backwards, sword flying out o grasp to impale itself in the face of a clothing mannekin... easy target! x.x and complet making the sword-swipe earlier pointless! More !!!'s *BOOOM* Mako HA!s, and swoops in to take Vita into custody. Then gets conveniently distracted by th large explosion. @.o Donovan_Thorn goes flying, shoes blasted off, pants on fire, tumbling on three axes, smashi into... er... through a display of sports equipment. And possibly Fruitbat, depending where she was. Donovan_Thorn isn't anywhere near fruitbat then. Fruitbat turns as Donovan goes crunching into the surfboards and heads back toward Mako and She pitches an apple at the cat-android as she goes past. "Catch!" Mako blinks. She doesn't know Fruitbat's powers, and catches the apple with one hand, keepi other pointed vaguely towards Vita? "...what?" Vita snickers, geez why doesn't she partner with people more often. Considering this an oppurtune time to kinda move away... she crawls back a bit until she feels safe, "You -mi want to go make sure he's okay..." helpful suggestion? Excuse to see her ass? Or maybe just wants to go get her sword back... who knows... but that apple makes her go pale and in her tracks. Donovan_Thorn will live. He might regret it later, but he'll live. A metal hand reaches o the apalling mess of sporting equipment Terminator-style, and begins to pull the rest of panther out with it... The apple is not as big as the wall-breaker pineapples, but it goes off in Mako's hand with power of a typical flash-bang concussion grenade. Bolt has arrived. *FWOOMP* Mako is, in a bright flash of light and flame, no longer holding the apple. She is however, charred black from the waist up and her hair's been blown backwards into an eins do. Her eyes are @.@ and little windows and apple icons float around her head. "Doy...." Donovan_Thorn has just pulled himself out of a giant pile of toppled sporting equipment dis He looks charred, ruffled, and just slightly on fire. "Why you... ow ow ow ow ow! x. pats out the flames. Fruitbat giggles and lands by Vita, pulling her up. "C'mon. Let's get while they're busy recovering." Bolt steps into the S-Mart, sipping a soda cup. He blinks, recognizing...well, only one per as the other two he'd know are crispy. "Hey!" Vita is still pale and in shock at being this close to a burney painful redeath... "Yes ple and thankyou!" Donovan_Thorn actually doesn't look too different charred than non-charred. His pants, how seem to resist being put out, and start going bang! bang! popopop! Each sound accompanie bright flash of light! He aiees and drops them.. What's he keep in his pockets? Fruitbat turns at the voice and almost starts to wave before she notices the newcomer's in civvies. "Umm. Hello, citizen. We're busy right now, no time for autographs." Mako kaffs. "Oh, that was so not fun...." Donovan_Thorn jumps, leaving his exploding pants behind, and in the next flash of light, at to blip in FruitBat's way. "I wish I could go 24 hours without being set on fire. ><" Vita hops to her feet, leaves her sword embedded in the clothing display and starts casting spell to raise up a bone wall and block off a few aisles... maybe buying some retreating time... hopefully >.< Bolt thbbbts. "Don't make me chase after you. Huh?" his ears twitch at a familiar 'aiee'. " Oh, cool. You kicking his ass there, Fruitbat?" Then Don blips into view. Without pants. GODS man!" Mako shakes her head clear, and makes for whoever's visible. Probably Vita... Fruitbat squeeks. "Thorn, are you auditioning for the All-Strippers Squadron?" Bolt says, "Because you don't have the makings for it." Mako says, "Says you. >:P" Bolt says, "Well, I /am/ divine in more ways than just portfolio. ;)" Mako has one advantage over this wall that is going up. She can go OVER it, presuming it do go to the ceiling. Go Go Gadget Airjets! >.> Vita blahs and abandons her spell at about the height of a hurdle before turning to run... stops and amazes at pantsless don... "Donovan... what'd you do with your pants?" Donovan_Thorn does not give up easily. His right foot suddenly goes up behind him, and his fist lashes out in front of him. Fruitbat squeaks again and launches straight up, flapping like mad. Mako does not, however, stop running, hurtling over the barrier and attempting to tackle Vi @.o Vita is tackled!! *whomp* "The floor hurts x.x" ... *snap* "And there went my top!" which s tries her best to hold into place whilre retying it. Fruitbat skreeks, "I -told- you it was too small. Distract him, remember?" THUNK. Goes a booted panther foot. FOLD. Goes a god's ears. WHUMP. Goes the god, clutching his crotch and whimpering like a sad puppy. Mako has the villain down. Now what? The stupid brochure never got this far! @.o Donovan_Thorn isn't booted, but doesn't really matter. Waves a fist at FruitBat, "You can't stay up there forever....! where'd I put my dog whistle... ..oh yeah. In my pants. ><;" turns around. "...Ack! I'm sorry, Bolt. o@ You shouldn't sneak up on me like that. Vita ohyeahs and flashes everybody! "run!" course she's still laying on the ground. Hope necromancer boobies are a suitable destraction for her to get up and dash off topless Bolt gasps, through a bitten lip and gritted teeth, "You.... fucker..." Fruitbat skreeks and stoops on Donovan like a hawk, foot claws and wingclaws both bared and slashing. "You'd better hope he gets over that, or I will personally stuff a watermelon down your shorts as soon as you put some on!" Mako is actively trying to prevent Vita from getting up and running off. This may prove difficult. @.o Donovan_Thorn hears the skreet from above, and reaches out and tries to grab on to incoming claws! He may just get scratches for his trouble, or may get picked up off the ground, or may pluck her from the sky down towards Bolt as he seems to be aiming. Only time will tell. Bolt weakly lifts a shaking arm towards Thorn, pointing a finger... "You...will....rue...this...day..." x.x His arm falls, and he sort of collapses. Donovan_Thorn grabs a taloned foot, and PULLS! Follow the trajectory on that motion, and FruitBat might be heading Bolt-ward... Fruitbat squeaks as her righteous fury turns into confusion. . o O (Note to self. Battle-cries do not help you take people by surprise.) Mako attempts to put Vita in some sort of amateur wrestling move. "Say uncle, dang it. >.<" Vita hmphs... not sure whether to be annoyed fruitbat's plan seems to be a bust because of it being a bad plan, or insulted that her chest couldn't pull it off... she doesn't wrestle and is pinned, "Uncle!" Fruitbat manages to stop herself from slamming into the treacherously downed God of Static Cling, and stands over him, hissing at Thorn. "That was uncalled for." Bolt looks up... staring between FB's thighs. He then winces. "Oh, that makes me hurt." x.o "But it hurts so good." Mako ceases trying to tie Vita's arm around her legs. "..... now what? @.o" Vita hmmms... "You go deal with the badgirl left and leave me laying here?" so I can sneak off... of course she doesn't say that part... too loud c.c Donovan_Thorn uhs, "We wait for the police to get here." coughs. "...does this mean the lessons are off? Damnit. >.>" Mako says, "Police? Great. They'd better hurry, this position is uncomfortable. @.o" Donovan_Thorn blinks, "Position?" glances over, and finally notices the topless Vita. "Uh. o@" Vita fingerwavies Fruitbat takes advantage of this distraction to flit off and get her shopping bag, which she hands to Bolt. "Take this home for me, will you? If I have to go with the police for a bit?" Bolt whimpers, giving a humbs-up. You hear sirens, getting closer, and the running feet of police officers. "FREEZE! ...uh... who do we arrest? OO" Fruitbat chirrs soothingly and wraps Bolt up in her wings. She points a wingtip at Donovan. "He viciously attacked this man, officer. Kicked him right in the privates for no reason at all. AND he's guilty of indecent exposure!" Donovan_Thorn HEYS! "You lit my pants on fire! And he snuck up on me. >.> And who blew up the store again?" Bolt whimpers. ;-. Fruitbat skreeks, "Hey, is it my fault you were carrying firecrackers in your pocket?" Mako says, "Yeah, but you were throwing explosives!" Donovan_Thorn eyebrow-waggles. "That's what all the ladies say." Vita says, "Officers, can you get her off me so I can get my top back on?" Fruitbat skreeks, "Nonsense. I was just shopping. Got my receipt right here in this bag. Why would I blow up a store I was patronizing?" Mako says, "In this city, has anyone ever had a reason? @.o" ... Vita has the officer's complete attention. oo "Uh.. Sarge? What should we do?" "...hell if I know. Arrest 'em all?" "ME FIRST! :D" Mako . o O ( ..... remind me again why these clowns are supposed to be on our side? @.o ) Fruitbat thinks. o O (Damn. I've got to try doing an explosive donut...) Vita hmmms... "Drats, cleavage only seems to work on simpletons" Fruitbat thinks. o O (Maybe if I did a fruit-filled one it'd be easier...) Bolt just whimpers. ;.; * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * SMT Police Station: Holding Cells This is where the almost-scum of society reside in their off time. Those that are truly a scourge and are true scum of society are either living well as lawyers or living well, but are currently in Greyvault prison. There seems to be an endless array of prison cells here. Only a few are occupied by computer hackers trying to sell Amway (for shame!) over the internet, petty thieves (the horror!), and a few lawyers found in contempt of court (ye gods!). The sound of a cup being rattled as it's dragged along the bars can be heard faintly, punctuated every so often by the sound of someone punching a torts lawyer (they deserve it). [ Obvious Exits: Out ] Contents: Donovan_Thorn(#2774P/CJBM) Mako has arrived. Vita has arrived. Fruitbat has arrived. Bolt has arrived. Donovan_Thorn sits on a bunk. He has been provided with pants. "...and things were going so well >.>" Vita humphs, "Where'd my top get to? I think those cops took it -.-" she shuffles around in her cloak Fruitbat is hanging from the lighting fixture overhead, having disabled the bulb. "Yeah. Funny how they found pants but no tops. And yours was right there, too. Bolt whimpers, curled up on the floor. Mako says, "... well, this is amusing, in a very sad sort of way. @.o" Donovan_Thorn hmms, strategizing. "The obvious solution would be to give her Mako's top, or maybye your top..." Vita was set up, "Oh stop whimpering you big baby" Fruitbat skreeks, "Mine wouldn't fit her at all. Besides, she's got a cloak. I don't." Fruitbat ignores the fact that her wings are much better coverage than Vita's cloak. Vita nods, wrapping up in that as best she can. Mako says, "Giving her my top wouldn't really solve the problem. >.>" Bolt gives Vita an electroshock-inducing glare, the electroshock zapping out from the glare. "Shut up," is his retort. Donovan_Thorn hey, hey, heys, "We're all in this together now, anyway... ... who WAS it that blew up the storefront, anyway?" Vita grumbles, "Careful, I tend to spark up really easily... I'm using you as my fireblanket if I do" sure bolt gets a half naked undead lady rolling over him... but he gets an on fire undead lady rolling atop him. Not sure if that's a win or lose situation myself... c.c Fruitbat skreeks, "Well... they were my pineapples, but it was Dyne's idea. He'd been on tech support hold for two months and wanted to get their attention. It worked, too." You say, "...so that's how you do it. Cool." Fruitbat grins. "Well, we could just leave, then. Isn't a jury in the world who'd convict us for that, is there?" Mako says, "... put in perspective, that isn't all tha bad, really. @.o" You say, "Leave? How?" You say, "Our last jailbreak didn't go too well. >.>" Fruitbat skreeks, "Through the door, of course. I've got a key. No? What went wrong?" Bolt says, "If I weren't in agony from having my privates kicked, I could probably bend the bars. Enhanced strength and all that." You say, "I'm kind of allergic to bullets, is the big deal." Fruitbat grins. "I can make them a box of my own special fruit donuts..." Fruitbat skreeks, "Besides, I think the cops here took shooting lessons from the Imperial Storm Troopers." Bolt says, "But Don's strong in the Force of bullet attraction, I bet. Starting to feel better." Mako says, "Don't forget to get your card stamped on the way out, however you do it. Ten incarcerations and you get a mini-fridge!" Donovan_Thorn oohs! "I think I'm due n.n" Fruitbat looks interested. Dirge comes in from the front offices. Dirge has arrived. Fruitbat stretches her wings out. "What were you saying about minions, Vita? Are they a good investment?" Donovan_Thorn finds an obligatory tin cup, and begins rattling against the bars. Vita smirks, "Usually I have my undead, or pet spider... one of which dirge killed. THey're wonderful, suck up attacks while I scoot away with the loot" Fruitbat skreeks, "Ah, so you use disposable ones. I don't have the ability to raise undead, so I'd either have to build robots or hire some goons...." Dirge walks in from the front desk of the police station, heels clicking on the linoleum(?). He's carrying a cake, and stops in front of the bars, turning. "Bonsoir." Donovan_Thorn heys. "Robots ain't disposable." Fruitbat skreeks, "Robots are. Androids aren't. It's a matter of volition." Donovan_Thorn ohs, "Hi Dirge." and nods, "Oh, I see." Bolt looks up. "Cake!" Fruitbat chirrips. "Cake?" Haley comes in from the front offices. Haley has arrived. Vita says, "Speak o the devil it's Dirgie! *she waves, dropping her cloak for a moment before covering herself back up... already planning her next evilness*" Dirge passes the cake through the bars. Literally. "I baked you a cake." You say, "Thanks! ^-^" Haley eventually reaches the station, tracking his parent's radio beacons. Sweatdrops... Donovan_Thorn takes the cake, wondering what he put in it... Dirge also passed through a plastic knife and some paper plates, yes. And forks. "Cut into it." Donovan_Thorn divides up cake as fairly as he can? Haley stands, and looks through the bars.... "... do I want to know? @.o" The cake is a normal cake, with nothing inside. Vita passes on eating the cake, it'd require dropping the only thing keeping her decent at the moment Donovan_Thorn munches. ^-^ Then blinks. "...Haley! There was an incident. >.> We need you to post bail." Fruitbat nibbles. "Not bad." Dirge says softly, "Psssh... Bail schmail." Bolt takes a piece, nibbling. "Cake." ^^ His mood is brightened. But he's still sore. Haley parses this for a moment. "..... good grief." Haley sighs. "Gimme a bit, I gotta go back home and get money. X.x" So saying, he... vanishes? No, more like blurs. You say, "attaboy." Fruitbat skreeks, "He moves pretty quickly, doesn't he?" You say, "Yeah. We haven't clocked it yet, and aren't sure how to." Somewhere out on the streets, a policeman busy radar-trapping gets a shock when he suddenly clocks something going past at ERR. Fruitbat skreeks, "Should be easy enough. Synchronized clocks, with photogates. Time between activation of the gates at each end of the trip." You say, "...yeah, that should do it." Fruitbat skreeks, "Only trick is how well synchronized they have to be. Is he subsonic, supersonic, near-luminal, or translight?" You say, "Somewhere around the first two." Fruitbat skreeks, "Should be easy enough, then." Haley eventually returns. He's fast, but not THAT fast. He's carrying a cookie jar, and proceeds to extract money from it as bail for his parents. X.x Vita curls up on the floor... her bed is a stone slab after all. "I'm just going to sleep here for tonight, spring me some other time." Bolt finishes his cake. Mmm. Donovan_Thorn is sprung, along with anyone else that wants to be >.> "Thanks, Hal. We owe you one." --------------------------------------------------------------------------