The Number One Place for Superheros and Villains of the Furry Persuasion ____ __ ___ ______ _ / __/_ _____ ___ ____/ |/ /__ ___ ____ /_ __/__ ___ (_)__ _ _\ \/ // / _ \/ -_) __/ /|_/ / -_) _ `/ _ `// / / _ \/ _ \/ / _ `/ /___/\_,_/ .__/\__/_/ /_/ /_/\__/\_, /\_,_//_/ \___/ .__/_/\_,_/ /_/ /___/ /_/ Public> Ffiona churls, "If you listen closely, you can hear an alarm ringing from the Townhomes section." Donovan_Thorn has arrived. Fate has arrived. Ffiona is standing next to a broken window, with a large pillowsack over her shoulder. She looks like she's moving from one house to the next. Fate runs into the area, and for his house. He's the last of the set, so when he comes back out he's got his gauntlets on, and is carrying a scythe. Ffiona doesn't notice anyone yet. She's to busy throwing a rock through a window so she can wriggle into the next house. Donovan_Thorn gets here late. Why? He got lost. One block of homes looks much like another >.> Runs in. "HEY!" Fate nods. "Stop! Or you'll need things reattatched!" Ffiona 's ears flickers, and she turns around. o.o Oy. She has no reason to comply, so she simply jumps into the next house, to hide. The Townhouse The room is a comfortable space, large and traditionally furnished. A large couch, with cushions soft and deep enough to lose the remote beneath, a pair of big family room chairs for those too shy to sit together on the couch, a small table for kiwi sodas or coffee, or perhaps a donut or two if one is entertaining guests, especially raccoons. The upper portions of the room are washed in glorious saffron and crimson, the setting sun framed perfectly in the tall windows. Reaching all the way up to the very top of the cathedral ceiling, they provide a quiet view of the city falling asleep. And Stinky and the Dead Guy being chased into the sunset by Wyrm. Again. To one side of the front room is a formal entrance niche, with a tall friendly door leading out. Opposite, a small hall leads to the rest of the townhouse. Donovan_Thorn has arrived. Fate has arrived. Ffiona isn't in view from the hole in the window. Fate simply kicks the door, and then owchies. x.o "Don, you want to blow it off, or what?" Donovan_Thorn grumbles, "It's not our house, I'd rather not damage it. In through the window, I guess." Attempts to follow. You don't hear or see anything, but a dropped pillowsack is halfway visible from behind the couch Donovan_Thorn misses it, walking past looking for her... Fate follows Don through the window, and 'feels' around, looking for Ffiona. You page, "If I try to reach out from behind the couch, and grab your leg, do you make a roll?" to Donovan_Thorn. Fate whispers, "If you want to tell me, where is she? :p" to you. You page, "Behind the couch :D" to Fate. A small black arm snakes out from behind the couch, the hand on the end intent on grabbing Donovan's leg. If she succeeds, she'll tug as hard as she can. Donovan_Thorn pages, "I could if I wanted to, but rolling is a strictly optional thing. In this case I'll plain let you do it, since she's catching Don unawares." to you. Donovan_Thorn tumbles! Fate waves. "Don, she's behi- ... Oh." x.o Ffiona focuses her mind on something gloomy, and begins to siphon up Donovan's happiness.. She growls to Fate, and holds up her hand in his direction, should he get closer. Fate walks over. He grins, and leans over the couch, raising his scythe. "Perhaps you don't know this, girl. Psychic powers don't work on me." ^.^ Ffiona didn't, as a matter of fact. ;_; They're working on Don, though, as he sniffles and mutters something about a sheepdog... Yuki-Usa enters through the front door. Yuki-Usa has arrived. Fate nods. "So you have about ten seconds to put him down before I need to call an ambulance. Why, in the name of all that is, would you thieve from a townhouse complex where heroes live?" Yuki-Usa woahs, and ducks behind a column, wondering what's she's walked into. Hindsight can be a great teacher. She should of considered that.. Nevertheless, she still has a fallback! Hostage! She scoots herself behind Don, so that the his body is between him and the scythe, and focuses harder on her sadness. She smiles, revealing those gleaming chompers. :D " You do, and your friend will never smill again. " Fate... "You're going to lose this argument; You know that his wife is a *combat anthroid* with *plasma-based melee weaponry.*" Donovan_Thorn is currently trapped with Ffiona's psychic powers. He never had a chance to defend himself, not knowing she had anything of the sort. Ffiona really doesn't understand what Fate meant by that, and really doesn't care. She delves into her mind, bringing up gloomy pasts so she can make room for the happiness that she's taking from Fate.. " Don't you think I would have a back up plan? " And that back-up plan is in the form of the small, yet ooh-so-sharp knife she pulls out of her pocket with her free hand. Fate nods. "Right." He drops the scythe... and puts a hand up. Yuki-Usa watches from behind the column, not sure if she should step in... Ffiona keeps a eye on Fate's other hand.. " Back off. " Fate nods, stepping back a step or two... Then, quickly, he swings the up hand down towards the knife, fingers glowing brilliant green, and fires a Duster beam at the blade! For thsoe unfamiliar with what it does, it increases the disorder state of an object until the point where it 'ages' into dust. In the case of metals, they usually rapidly turn into a nice, neat pile of rust. If it hits. And hit it did! Ffiona hisses angrily as her knife rusts befores her eyes, spilling out onto Donovan's shirt , onto her, and onto the floor. She pulls forth _it_ , her most gloomy thought, and pushes the negative energy into Donovan's mind. Feeling quite gleeful from all the positive-ness she absorbed from Don, she makes a mad dash for the window she busted, trusting that the negative energy she pushed into Don will keep him down. |OOC| Fate says, "Did Ffiona take the lewt?" |OOC| You say, "She didn't have time to grab it." Yuki-Usa sees Ffiona running for it, and leaps out from behind the column, taking on her hero form and shooting a freezing bolt at the rat. Donovan_Thorn twitches. Fate is no psychiatrist, and can't feel the transfer of psychic energy. He does, however, have candy on him. And candy usually makes people feel better. So he steps over to Don, and makes an effort at helping everyone's favorite Schroedinger's Cat onto the couch, offering a peppermint swirly thing. Fate, by the way, now has seven tails. >.> You rolled a 19 on 1d20+0 Yuki-Usa rolled 18 on 1d20+0 The bolt misses Ffiona by a hair's length, instead coating the wall behind her in a layer of ice. Ffiona counts her blessings, and exuents. 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