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He currently wears white pants, a white t-shirt, and black sneakers. His hair is spikey, with a pony tail going down the back of his head. Each lens of his glasses are the size around of someone's fist. His black diabetics kit is hanging from a chain attached to his pants.. On his back is a large flat leather case thats white with a red cross on it. Hes wearing a white baseball cap that reads simply, "Baka". Hanging from his wrist is a bright silver and red medic alert bracelet. Donovan_Thorn: You see a male panther, about 5'6". He's slimly built but not scrawny, and currently wears olive-green swimtrunks. He's got little yellow spots on his fur on his upper legs, to offset the nearly total black everywhere else. He wears a wedding ring on his right hand. Dei'nar'Ys: This short cat-girl's eyes narrow almost impreceptibly as you begin to erm, examine her. She is covered in pale fur of typically leonine coloration, with her mane being wild and backswept, very little of it arcing forward. Her three eyes are green with the occasional blue fleck, and even cursory examination reveals her legs and arms are about the same length. Which is to say her arms are rather long, not her legs rather short; in addition her legs are vertically aligned digitigrade. A long, rather thick tail trails out behind her. She is wearing a blue-black, wrap-around top which completely covers her breasts yet displays a considerable midriff which runs down to a grey loincloth embroidered in shimmering black with alien patterns. Blue_Blade: You are looking at Miyoshi Yamamoto, a female dingo with a tanktop that doesn't cover two inches of midriff as well as long light gray pants that cover down to her shoes. She also stands at 5'3". There is a bag strapped to her leg, but it is only shown as a slight indent in the right sleeve of her pants. No one knows what is in that bag except for Miyoshi herself. Her short dark blue hair clashes with her brown fur. As a side note, she is a bit busty. Shaun: Standing 5'10 in a pair of boots. He wears a short sleeved green t-shirt which... if memory serves is the same one he wore when you saw him last. What does he have a whole closet of those... well... in a word... YES! An anthromorphic ram with two horns curling around and under his ears. His mouth and upper lip seem to be blended together as most of his species are. He wears a pair of white Khaki's to cover his muscular legs. Covering his feet is a pair of rather ordinary looking brown boots. Those with X-ray vision can spot his black toe-nails and the rather peculiar glowing symbols carved into every bone on his body. Dirge: Dirge is a tall, dark lupine, and bears an emaciated figure. At six foot two and a mere one hundred and thirty pounds, and had a quiet, garish demeanor to him. His fur is onyx and shining, a finely groomed coat, while his bright blue eyes bear the only innocence about them, filled with a wonder about the world that he hides. His hair is gorgeous and pearl-esque in color, rolling down over his shoulders to his waist, and tied with a large black vinyl ribbon at the end. His fingernails are lupine claws as white as his perfect hair, which he oft runs them through. They are sharp, finely groomed, and an inch or so from the tips of his fingers. He has polished them pink. He wears fashion meant for someone not of his sex. A black teddy is his article of choice, and he must wear such things under his regular attire. With lace up his sides, around the petit bust part of the garment, and fringing the edges of the panties, it is obvious that Dirge spent more money on the piece of lingerie than his whole normal outfit. The Wonder bust of the piece allows the illusion of protrusion, while the see through silk of the midriff area allows his slim feminine torso to be seen. Girders hook a pair of black hosiery leggings that rise from his feet to about mid thigh, and long silk gloves hide his slender hands. He wears a pair of black stiletto heels, and his ears are pierced for the occasion, each one holding a little pink hanging bauble. Around Dirge's neck lies a smaller, silver chain, the links ending in a clasp that is fastened to his most beloved possession, his harmonica. The tiny instrument is also silver, and stands out against the black of his exposed teeth. He has a hint of inflicted coldness upon his face, bears the perfumed scent of a fresh rose, and lets one hand rest daintily on his hip. The other holds one of those long black cigarette holders, limp wristed, with a black clove on the end that smells lightly of mocha. A luxurious black feather boa rests behind his back and over his forearms, the style in which they were worn long ago. Make up is a must. His eyes are brought out by pink eye shadow and black eyeliner, giving him a very feminine appearance. A matching pink has been chosen for his lips, his cheeks are rosy with pink blush, and already long, Dirge's lashes are made more known with mascara. *******************************ON WITH THE SHOW!******************************* Civic Center - Concert The civic center has been transformed into a light show with standing and sitting room for hundreds, if not a thousand or two, people. The seats are black plastic arranged in a stadium style, but a half circle. After the seats reach the lowest row, there is a velvet rope and room for plenty of people to stand. Large spotlights are set up around a stage, projecting heart shapes like the bat light projects a bat shape. with pink streamers and confetti. The boards of the stage are painted white with pink hearts dotted around, the same pattern as the backdrop. Lots of equipment is set up on stage, from a key board system and a set of drums, to immense speakers. A microphone sits in the middle front. [ Obvious Exits: PullLever, ut ] Contents: Quincy Donovan_Thorn Dei'nar'Ys Blue_Blade Shaun Dirge PullLever (one word) to re-desc the room! Dei'nar'Ys hmmmms... while she has yet to see the play, the entire this is a bit... pink... for her tastes. Shaun eyenarrows, "Pink." He says with a bit of disgust in his voice. The crowd teems with excitement, as the technicians set up the stage. Our little troupe is up in a small balcony on the side of the civic center, the best seats in the house. Blue_Blade looks around. "There's a lot of pink here." Dirge is not here, of course. He is setting up backstage. Donovan_Thorn blinks, and gets the feeling he might've asked what KIND of concert this is. Well, one way to find out. Quincy looks around quietly, a bunch of black tape pieces all over the front of his plastic armor chestplate, which has appeared to have been severely cracked. >.> Quincy says, "Neat." Shaun again repeats... "Pink... Ah well..." He shrugs and thumbtwiddles... looking over at the seats. Dei'nar'Ys is basically having the same thought's as Don; she sighs. This probably won't be to taste. Donovan_Thorn hms, "Be right back..." vanishes outright, and returns a few moments later with a few things from the concession stand. Distributes gummi worms, milk duds, and other such things to the friends near him. Dei'nar'Ys nods. "Thanks, Don." Shaun smiles, "Thanks..." He downs gummi worms. Donovan_Thorn includes Miyoshi and Q in that.. Dirge walks out on stage, still in lingerie, and taps the mic. By the looks of things, he is not much of a showman. Rather timid on stage in fact. Blue_Blade says, "Thanks a lot, Don." Blue_Blade munches on the Milk Duds Dei'nar'Ys grimaces, seeing Dirge's apparent stage fright. Not a good sign. Donovan_Thorn nods, "naprob..." takes a seat, and ers. Donovan_Thorn coughs, covering it, falling silent. Dirge collects himself, and waves to the attendees, white hair flowing in the artificial light. "Bonsoir, mes amours!" He says into the microphone. Shaun leans back and relaxes, and wonders if the lights dim. c.c Nope! Quincy blinks at don. He grins and waves his hand. "Ill make my own candy, thank you." He watches. Donovan_Thorn smirks. Shaun turns to Quincy, "Any licorice whips?" Donovan_Thorn attempts to flick Shaun on the forehead, who knows perfectly well Quincy can't make those. Shaun blinks, "OW!" He sweatdrops... "What?" Blue_Blade sips on a soda Dei'nar'Ys sits back and chews thoughtfully on a licorice whip of her own. Rolling her eyes, she offers one of the tasty black treats to Shaun. Dirge carries on as the rest of the band comes out, a rather cookie cutter looking group who seem wholly apart from Dirge's style or presentation. They get to their instruments. "Just another moment, mes amours. This is our first time, you see." Shaun sweatdrops, "Black..." He takes it and it turns to red. "Thankee!" Dei'nar'Ys hmphs. "Why does no one like black licorice but me?" |OOC| Dirge says, "I, for the record, like black licorice." |OOC| Donovan_Thorn does also. |OOC| Dei'nar'Ys yays, and is happily not alone. Shaun grins, "It reminds me of the sticks I had to survive off of once long ago...." He chuckles, grimaces, and splits it in two. The second bit of licorice lengthens, swirls into an overly-huge black rope, and is given back... all TWENTY POUNDS! |OOC| Shaun forces down some black licorice... "What... I feel left out!" c.c Dei'nar'Ys uhs, and carefully twines the rope of licorice neatly. This will be enough to last her for quite a while... |OOC| Quincy says, "I for the record.. will eat black licorice. the most disgusting I ever saw was BLUE." |OOC| Dei'nar'Ys ers... Quincy raises an eyebrow. he creates a 1 inch jawbreaker and starts to chew on it. |OOC| Shaun happens to prefer Watermelon twizzlers. n.n And think twizzlers are the best licorice. And... I think I tried that. |OOC| Quincy says, "Just trust me on this one. it was in a health food store." |OOC| Dei'nar'Ys says, "I see. Now, IC time." |OOC| Donovan_Thorn says, "ew. health candy." Dei'nar'Ys sits quietly and watches the stage, occasionally nipping off a bit of black licorice. Not from the rope, that's for later, but rather from the stack of more regularly sized licorice twists. Okay, NOW the lights dim. Dirge sings, instead of playing his harmonica, and does not do too bad at all. "Un promenade... Et l'univers c'est moi... Apres un cascade... Son eau c'est toujours toi..." There is a electronic wavering in the background, undulating in tone, obviously the beginning of the music. Shaun hiccups... *blinkblink* He leans back and blushes a bit for some reason. c.c Blue_Blade asks Don "what did he say?" Donovan_Thorn ums, "Beats me." Dei'nar'Ys sits, watches... having no interest in French, she, likewise, knows not more than a couple words. Shaun asks, "Well... if anyone has a PDA or a GPRS cellphone I can figure it out." Donovan_Thorn hmms, thinking way, way back to his high school days... "et is the.. l'univers is the universe.. um..." Quincy raises an eyebrow. Dirge holds on the mic and runs his eyes over the crowd, searching, almost. "C'est comme le vert des champs et...Comme un oiseaux qui vole..." |OOC| Blue_Blade says, "Does this mean I can find out what L'amour et la liberte means?" |OOC| Dirge says, "Love and Freedom." |OOC| Blue_Blade says, "Got it. Another Beatmania song on the checklist of foreign names I now know." Shaun says, "No clue... Anyone speak french?" Dei'nar'Ys hardly listens to music for the lyrics anyway: part of the reason she's attracted to instrumental pieces and techno. Not that you're necessarily aware of that, but still. Shaun personally loves Classical. "Give me Bach any day." He covers his mouth as if he didn't expect to say that... which he didn't. Blue_Blade looks at Shaun. "What's Bach?" Quincy blinks. He looks at shaun. "Really? Im more of a fan of electronica and punk rock." Shaun turns to the Blue Blade, "Bach was a fourteenth, I think, century composer... I've got some of his CD's... though they aren't from this dimension... I really should check to see if he exists here." o O (Punk rock) Dirge dances a little as the beat has already started up. It is a light, poppy drum machine-ish techno beat with a saxophone in the background. "Dans cette epoque cybernique, pleine de gents informatique, c'est la sel fantaisie ici pour toujours!" Shaun is as clueless about punk rock as... well... he's pretty clueless. Dei'nar'Ys simply watches... silently, unmoving but to snack on licorice.' Shaun is not clueless! *THWAPS PLAYER* -_- Donovan_Thorn listens, hm, this is actually pretty good. Blue_Blade sips more soda Quincy mms and smirks as he listens. Dirge continues, "Comme l'air c'est doucement egu, le bleu du ciel biel apercu, c'est la sel fantaisie ici pour toujours...! C'est toujours toi... C'est toujours moi...!" Shaun understands NOZINK of this... but grins and bears it. Donovan_Thorn listens and likes it Blue_Blade listens and is on the borderline of liking it and being okay music Dei'nar'Ys isn't particularly enthralled by it, but it is at least alright. The song is actually starting to wrap up now... The trumpet plays with passion. "Pour toujours... Encore des jours... Et des jours... c'est toujours toi, et moi, et toi." The lights on stage go black as the song ends. Almost immediately after, the crowd begins stirring and talking. Shaun grins as he notices the absolute lack of cheering. "Opinions?" He asks to his friends. Blue_Blade says, "Not bad" Dei'nar'Ys shrugs. "It was ok." Quincy smirks and raises an eyebrow. "A interesting piece that encompases a very nice tune and puts it together with lyrics i couldnt hope to understand even if i took 15 years of french." |OOC| Dirge says, "There was so cheering. ;~;" |OOC| Quincy says, "yeah Shaun. :P" |OOC| Shaun CACKLES EVILLY... |OOC| Donovan_Thorn was part of the cheering. :p Quincy was so moved he didnt cheer. He really actually liked this, despite what others might think. Haskel turns and gives it a thumbs up, while Berty turns and gives it a thumbs down. |OOC| Blue_Blade says, "Who?" |OOC| Shaun says, "Siskel and e-bert joke. n.n" |OOC| You say, "Parody of Siskel and Eber I think'" |OOC| You say, "ack, he beat me" |OOC| Shaun says, "Or however you spell it... they're critics." |OOC| Dirge says, "Siskel's dead." A few lights flicker, and there is a scream! The audience begins to tumble over one another and people stand in their seats to try and see what is happening. Quincy blinks and stands up and goes to the edge of the balcony. "whaa?" Shaun looks up to see what's happening. Dei'nar'Ys sighs, pushing herself to her feet. That hardly sounds like a good thing. She also takes up the rope of licorice Shaun created, vecause theres, well, twenty pounds of it. In case she needs to hit someone, twenty extra pounds could provide useful hurtage. Donovan_Thorn joins Quincy. Soon, the stage becomes lit again, but the entire area slowly grows darker, the pink jauntiness of the stage slowly turning to coma black. A huge suit of armor stands on stage, gleaming sharply, with a visor making its face invisible. It holds Dirge by a wrist a few feet off the stage. "ZE TIME 'AS COME. ZE TEMPLAR 'OUSE WILL WAIT NO MORE!" Its booming metallic voice does not need the microphone's help. Quincy BLINKS. "....WHAT?" Shaun sweatdrops... and walks up to the big lug... his hands ready to turn the oversized tin-can into... well... a real oversized tin can! |OOC| Quincy says, "shaun, you would have to go down to the stage. >.>" |OOC| Dirge says, "You're on a balcony. :P" Shaun hops over the balcony and drops down to the ground below... and /begins/ to walk up there. |OOC| Quincy says, "ow. Long drop. >.>" |OOC| Dirge says, "Seriously. n.n;" Donovan_Thorn winces. |OOC| Quincy says, "i dunno, how far up is a balcony? I mean, im assumeing shaun can survive most falling damage.." Dei'nar'Ys sighs, bouncing up on the seat backs of the chairs in front of her and, well, running down the row to the nearest aisle. |OOC| Shaun nods... "I jump high!" Quincy looks at don. "..Anything i can do?" Dei' also jumps high; provided the way is clear she'll likewise bound over the balcony edge. Donovan_Thorn nods, "Blink once, please." The way is most certainly not clear. The audience is tumultuous and desperate to escape the civic center. Quincy blinks. Donovan_Thorn vanishes outright, appearing down on the ground floor. Quincy blinks and sweatdrops. He feels very useless. |OOC| You say, "Then DO something. :p" |OOC| Quincy says, "Thats easy for you to say, Mister Blinky." Dei'nar'Ys hmmms; Caleb would most certainly give her a stern talking to for risking further injury like this. Sighing, she looks over the balcony to see if she can't spot a clear space, and seeing an area that seems clear she simply flips over the edge. Shaun would suggest cover fire... if Quincy were psychic. Quincy blinks. "..Right. Stairs!" He starts to rush down them to get to the stage, or atleast into the crowd.. with this plastic armor on, he SHOULD beable to push his way through.. Donovan_Thorn pushes through crowd as well, without the advantage of armor. >.> The large suit of armor has obviously noted the heroes, as it stands stalwart with Dirge in grasp atop the stage, not saying a word. The crowd is beginning to thin... Dei'nar'Ys stands, then begins swiftly bounding forward over the seats, using either cushions or seatbacks as her steeping stone on the way to... er... glory... I guess... Quincy shoves his way through the crowd,trying to be as soft as possible, but if they push, he'll pu- Oh scrooge it, he starts to shoulder his way through, pushing people aside. >.> Shaun just jumps OVER anyone in his way. His eyes narrow as he reaches the stage, "What do you want?" Donovan_Thorn stops about 10 feet away from the armored dude. "OK. I think I speak for all of us when I say, What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks?" |OOC| Quincy says, "*wonders if quincy would know about this, after all, his parents were invovled in this junk last time* Eh. ....BRB." |OOC| Dirge says, "If you like." Dei'nar'Ys lands on the stage lightly. "I imagine we won't be able to come to peaceful arrangment this time." She states, bringing her right arm defensively up before her. "Seeing as the agreed to terms have obviously come to end." |OOC| Blue_Blade says, "What's everyone doing?" |OOC| Donovan_Thorn says, "We're all down on the ground floor now, some of us on the stage, facing off with the big armored dude." Shaun approaches the stage from the very front.... his eyes narrow and he just tries to look all imposing... being a ram... that's not hard. Shaun, however, might not be all that imposing to a guy in a TON OF ARMOR. c.c Quincy finally pushes his way through all the crowd. "....." |OOC| Blue_Blade says, "Great timing, but I have to go" Shaun fits the definition of stalwart... hey... neato! =_= He waits for answers. |OOC| Blue_Blade says, "See ya later then." The armor shakes its head. "I told you zat I would come back for ze young man in a few days, did I not? I 'ave given you more zan enough time." |OOC| Shaun patpats, "Later." |OOC| Dirge says, "Oh, bye!" Blue_Blade runs outta here. Blue_Blade has left. Donovan_Thorn blinks. "What's going on? I think I missed something. oo" Dei'nar'Ys simply nods. "It still seems, that despite his refusal to flee, the young man in question is unlikely to desire to return with you." She looks at Don. "The Knight is one of the Order of the Knights Templar. They seem to have some hold over Dirge." Quincy blinks. "Mom told me that they made a deal to keep dirge from running untill the metal man had to go home, then they would finish this." Shaun asks, "Can I just kick him so hard his helmet dents?" Dirge wriggles in the grasp. The armor speaks again. "Oui. We must take 'im back to Paris for 'is... Responsibilities." Quincy blinks. "what responsibilities?" "Ze young man is required to serve for ze Templar 'Ouse in Paris, where 'e will stay as a servant. Ze terms are not as zey seem, 'owever. Regardless, ze young man is ours." Donovan_Thorn ums. "What's Dirge's opinion on this?" Shaun starts inching closer to the armor... Quincy checks to see if the armor has an open visor or not... Dirge growls. "Allez a l'enfer, Met!" He is quite upset. And yes, there is a visor, but it is not open. Dei'nar'Ys hmphs. "As I thought; it seems he wishes to remain here, and as your honour demands you take him, mine demands that I keep you from taking him. Still, perhaps we can avoid a fight - what terms would need be fulfilled in order for you to release from his servitude?" You say, "Considering he's not even willing to tell us WHAT this servitude is..." Shaun takes another step and his shoes turn into armored boots... he's now about five feet from the man... he waits for the knights answer before trying anything else. Dei'nar'Ys, judging less by Dirge's words than his general state of mind. The armor stands still for a moment, quiet. "Zere are no terms. AEGIS!" There is a loud rumble... And from the back wall of the civic center, a bulkier suit of plate mail crashes through, carrying a tower shield from floor to face that blocks it's left side. There is a visor on this one, as well. "And ze Templar 'Ouse will not stand for resistance." Dei'nar'Ys sighs. "As I thought. I am sorry that it has come to this..." She states softly, pulling her usual ion pistol out from under her cloak. "But I cannot let you take him against his will." Quincy blinks.. "Comon! Violence is bad, people!" Donovan_Thorn says, "No shit, sherlock." Shaun goes after the bulkier one attempting to grab his shield. "I got this guy!" He jumps towards him arms outstreched. Dei'nar'Ys fehs. "As I've said before, violence often simply can't be avoided!" Switching her weapon to emit a two-foot long blade of energy, she bounds forward, aiming for the one holding Dirge. Quincy sighs.. "Yeah.. I suppose." Aegis positions itself to the side, so that it's shield faces Shaun directly, and punches it out quickly with intention to knock Shaun aside. Meanwhile, Met, or Metatron as he has said last time, heaves his arm back and tosses Dirge into the rows. "ESPION!" Dirge flails wildly as he sails through the air. Met, though, is struck by Dei's blade and stumbles to the side. Donovan_Thorn runs to catch Dirge! Dei'nar'Ys quickly follows up, bringing the energy blade around in a arcing slash. Shaun is knocked back into a really cool flip... luckily he took most of the force to his FACE. c.c He slides back a bit, his eyes narrowing, "OW" He just walks slowly towards the knight with his hand outstreached... ready to turn his shield into... well... a tin can... I sense a theme! Quincy blinks.. Hes not sure what to do.. so he'll try.. He looks to see if he can see this "Espion" character.. and if he does, he raises his hands and aims them at the faceplate.. Aegis is touched by Shaun, as he lifts his shield high and is preparing to bring it down like a guillotine onto Shaun. Dei's follow up is canceled out when swords cross, Met holding his own sword fast against her. Dirge nears landing, but is scooped out of the air by a dark purple flash going in one direction, and stopping several feet away. Espion's armor is black, and much more compact and fit to the figure of the person inside. The face plate has no holes, and a large sigil of a sword glows in yellow on the armor's front. Donovan_Thorn blinks. "...whoa." looks in the direction of the bright purple flash. Dei'nar'Ys shifts back-wards, looping her blade around Metatron's attempting to stab the knight. She'll likely have to rely on her speed to make up for her lack of reach. Shaun grins, touching is good... n.n He transfers some energy to the armor, which in two seconds will be cheap thin aluminum, and transforms his shirt into some thicker armor in preparation for the shield... which... is gonna hurt! With a raised collar that should help. He hasn't noticed a purple flash. Quincy pffssths.. he aims at the faceplate anyway.. its gotta beable to see somehow... he lets loose 2 balls of boiling all purpose sugar crystal.. and blinks. Already a little weak.. "Ooh.. I hope that hits.." Aegis brings his shield down, sort of nailing Shaun in the back. Good thing the ram has strong legs to resist the push, as Aegis is trying to bring it the floor, with or without Shaun. Metatron laughs enchantingly, in a voice unlike the previous boom, and pulls back before lunging in. Espion's back arches as it is hit full on with the balls of sugar, and does an astounding back flip up to one of the support beams with Dirge slung over it's shoulder. Dei'nar'Ys dodges to the side, striking at Metatron's weapon arm. He is, as she expected, a skilled duelist. Shaun blinks... his behind is is now touching the floor... oh well... weak spot. He punches at the newly transformed armor. His left eye now closed for some unknown reason. Let it be known: He hit the stage in the least pleasant way possible... and may be unable to have children for a while. "Owwww." Not to mention the fact he thinks he pulled a muscle somewhere. c.c Donovan_Thorn glances around, and gets an idea! Grabs the microphone... *squeeky feedback* Quincy blinks.. He ponders.. he probobly has a few more shots lef- "gaaah!" Donovan_Thorn runs after the one with Dirge, trailing the microphone with him, ripping the cord out of it's socket on the stage Donovan_Thorn blinks.. stops.. and throws the microphone. ><; Aegis's thigh plate dents in slightly, and it is pushes off balance so that Shaun has more space to move aside or away. Dei's sword makes contact, knocking Met's arm down, though it soon rights itself. "Your style is one zat I 'ave never seen, mademoiselle. Are you from ze East?" Espion, in the mean time, deals with Dirge, sending him to dreamland with a two fingered jab. A moment later, it calmly lifts a hand up to grab the mic out of the air, not even looking in the same direction. It lets the failed plan fall to the floor where it belongs. Dei'nar'Ys shakes her head. "No, though my people can be likened to those from the east." Quincy launches another ball of candy at espion, this time, that glowy yellow thing. Donovan_Thorn doesn't want to blip up there. If he's off by even a few inches, he'll plummet right back down to where he was. He runs up the stairs... Shaun has plans... great plans... does he ever bother to volunteer said plans... NOPE... but... meh. He isn't interested in moving away... He drops to the ground and kicks HARD at the feet of the night in front of him. Dei'nar'Ys sighs, and brings her sword up before her, ending the slight pause in battle, with an oddly reversing sidestrike! Donovan_Thorn comes out on the balcony again.. can he climb higher? Yes... climbs up on the curtains... looks down, gulps, and climbs a little more. Rafters. Shaun /should/ probably be the one battling on the rafters. Aegis's foot is also dented, and it grows angered at the ram's abilities to, er, survive. It leans onto its other leg and pushes the shield down harder. Metatron ha!s and crosses blades with Dei again, holding the side strike with a vertical parry, and immediately performing a riposte of a swipe. Espion looks down at Quincy, and a flash of purple light rushes directly towards him. There is an audible *CLUNK*, and Espion is behind Quincy, lunging for him with a black dagger, a dent in its left pectoral plate. Quincy Blinks and starts to turn around. "Oh Son of a.." Dei'nar'Ys ducks quickly, loosing a tuft of fur from her head; sadly, while her weapon can be parried, it's mass is to diffuse for it to be really able to deflect a blade. She scowls, attempting to return the strike with another ppunching stab, aimed torso-ward. Quincy tries to bring both hands up and expend what little energy he has left to fire 2 3 inch balls of frozen rock candy.. Quincy is aming for the chest area, by the way.. Shaun acks getting pinned on his back... "GOIN DOWN!" As his hand reaches into his pocket, a spear lances out destroying both his pants (well actually... two large holes... desced later) and ripping through board after board. Donovan_Thorn, now up in the rafters, stops and thinks. He can't just tackle this guy, Dirge'd fall to the ground... got to immobilize him somehow. Grumpily fidgets with the ropes beside him, and blinks. Ties into a lassoo. Donovan_Thorn glances around, from his viewpoint from the rafters. He glances at the ropes, and blinks... grins. Unties a rope, sending a sandbag plummeting down! Aegis steps back, satisfied, and backs up Espion by holding up his immense shield like an umbrella. Espion emits a humming noise and moves to the side, appearing to slide on tiptoe while still facing Quincy, its left shoulder getting hit by one of the spheres and knocked back. Its right arm is dealing with Dirge, but after Quincy's attack it counters by rushing with it's injured left shoulder. Dei and Metatron have their hands full with each other, Dei landing a jab and piercing just a bit into the chest piece of Met's armor, while it pushes the blade aside with it's left wrist and goes in for another strike with its left. The sandbag plummets into the audience seats harmlessly, and he tries something slightly different... sends a sandbag swinging down like a pendulum! Dei'nar'Ys sidesteps, Metatron's sword furrowing a gash along her thigh as she counters with a high aiming slash... though she's a bit out of position, it's mostly just a warding maneuver. You say, "INCOMING! >:D" Ah, okay. Instead of Aegis using his shield, he falls through the stage with Shaun, although his torso is fully elevated above the surface. Still, same effect of that first sand bag. Shaun complains, "SPLINTERS!" Donovan_Thorn fiddles with many ropes, to no effect at the moment... Shaun, it should be noted, is also several feet BELOW the surface of the stage... "AND SPIDERS!" Quincy blinks woozily.. He sees the sandbag.. and he seeds Espion.. and he tries to make it so espion is faceing him.. with his back to the incoming sandbags.. "Come.. Come and get me!" He takes a .. well.. lets say that he looks drunk and half asleep at the same time as he waves his fists. @_. Espion's face follows the sandbag, 'staring' at it while it descends in a pendulum motion. "Non applique." Aegis, meanwhile, figures it will not be able to pull itself out of the hole, and begins to tear apart the stage by swinging it's heavy shield. As this happens, Metatron stumbles from the shaking of the stage and hit in the shoulder, knocking a few steps to the side. "Mon dieu!" He says after regaining his stance, and looking at the gash on Dei's thigh. "Mademoiselle." Dei'nar'Ys grins. "You are more skillful than I had anticipated." She straightens, pausing slightly to examine her leg. Donovan_Thorn clambers across the rafters to the other side, and makes a few more adjustments... fiddlefiddlefidget... then dramatically pulls one rope, untying four sandbags one after another, swinging low and wild across the center! Quincy.. Well.. Hes still concious, that means hes got more power to spare! It takes him a moment, but he tries to blindside espion in the head with a frozen ball of jawbreaker....plummeting from 3 or 4 stories up, no less, so it's got just a bit of velocity. First, Espion is hit in the head, then, it is hit full on by a sandbag it didn't notice, toppling to the ground with Dirge in a two person heap. Aegis marches out of the destroyed stage, tossing it's shield down and saying some incantations. Metatron has stopped completely, watching Dei. "A duel does not need to draw blood, mademoiselle. I will 'eal you if you like." He has placed his sword tip into a piece of the remaining stage, which holds it up. Dei'nar'Ys nods. "If you so desire, you may." The sandbags continue swinging! Some toward the stage now... "Er... lookout!" Shaun is a bit tired... has lots of bruises... and splinters... but he goes for Aegis' shield. Although, a bit slowly. Metatron steps around Dei, getting pelted a few times in the back by bags in order to deflect them. He serenely lays his gauntleted hands onto Dei's wound, and a white light flows like liquid into it. Quincy laughs at espion and don and dirge.. and laughs.. and.. He stumbles backwards.. and topples off the stage.. " I dont.. feel so good anymore.." *thwumph* Donovan_Thorn dramatically slides down to the ground floor on the rope... well... not so dramatically.. owowowowowowowropeburnropeburn! o@ Dei'nar'Ys nods her thanks. "Shall we continue, or was the duel to first blood?" Espion hummmms and rises up off the ground after a few moments, beaten and battered, and sparking in several places. Aegis no longer pays attention his shield. As he finishes his incantations, pieces of his armor move around or slide off altogether, reforming into a much more petit form encased in armor that is decidedly female. She levitates towards the ceiling, staring down at the fight. Metatron steps back. Not only is Dei's leg healed and the wound gone without a trace, but her arm, well as it was, is now fully healed. "I believe zat ze duel should stop eizer way. Ze ozers 'ave injuries as well, you see." Dei'nar'Ys nods. "I see. In any case, well fought." She hmmms. "Though it seems the victor is unclear..." Donovan_Thorn stops complaining and rubbing his hands, and attempts to grab Dirge and run off... Shaun holds up the shield, which thickens a bit, and rushes at anyone who attempts to stop Donovan's exit... if anyone tries to stop Donovan's exit. Donovan_Thorn hopes Dirge didn't get hurt too badly in the 'rescue'. Heh heh. >.> Metatron sheathes his sword and seems to smile. "Ze victor is you, mademoiselle. Augurer, plais obtain ze young man." Dirge, however, is still in possession of Espion, who slides to the side and allows the body to be lifted up off him telekinetically by Augurer, the female suit. Espion, afterwards, falls over. A few moments of surveying later, Metatron heads over to Quincy and kneels down beside him. Quincy's eyes are open, but he appears to be somewhat comatose, but when metatron reachs over, his brow furrows for a moment. Donovan_Thorn blinks. "...allright. I can't stop you. But I'll remember this." Shaun frowns... this isn't good... time for a new trick. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sparking red wand. Red lightning bolts stream from it at the female in the suit. Metatron inquires, "Shall I restore you, Vaillant Monsieur?" Augurer directs one arm at Shaun's attack, says an incantation, and counters with her own bolts of lightning, effectively either canceling both out, or creating a civic center-filling flash of light. Espion lies still. Quincy has no way of responding, so its up to metatron. Shaun is starting to get really /really/ urked now... He reaches down and the shield lances out creating a rather large walkway for him to walk up to Augurer... and that he proceeds to do. If he manages to make it all the way up there he reaches out to give her a little tap-tap on the shoulder. Augerer is fully aware of Shaun, and even watches him walk up a few steps. She shrugs and floats towards a wall with Dirge trailing inches behind here, and blows out the wall. Metatron lays his hands on Quincy, and restores his sugar levels to balance. "Is zere anyone else?" He asks, rising. "Do not worry. We will take ze young man Dirge de Valeur back to our office in zis city for now." Dei'nar'Ys sighs. "It was a good fight, at least." Quincy blinks and Gaahhhgs.. He twitches a moment and sits up. >.@ "aaugh! That stings!" He shakes his entire body. "Feels like my entire body went to sleep.. bah.. bah.. bah.." Shaun just eyenarrows... and fires another red lightning bolt out of spite after them. Metatron says serenely, "Do not worry about ze outcome of ze young man's fate. You will see 'im again very soon." Donovan_Thorn blinks. "The Temporary Knights have an office in SMT? It figures." Metatron corrects, "Ze Knights Templar, Monsieur." Donovan_Thorn says, "Whatever." Shaun chuckles and yawns... Metatron bows low to Dei, and seizes up Espion. "Au revoir, mes amours." He walks out through the main entrance of the civic center. Dei'nar'Ys returns the bow as Metatron walks out. This was a loss, but personally fulfilling. |OOC| Dirge says, "And... Cut!"