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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. 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. Rather ordinary... but something seems odd when you look at him out of the corner of your eyes. 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. Flare: Six feet of pyromaniacal avian. A tuft of red 'hair', actually flexible, soft feathers, shoots up over her forehead, and a longer sweep of the same projects along her back a short while. She has bright blue eyes, and a slim, flexible yellow beak set against her red feathers. Her large chest and slim shoulders are covered by a blue tee shirt. Her slim forearms and long-fingered hands have Nomex gloves that seem to be tight enough to be sprayed on. Her wings are set against her back, bright red, gold, and white plumage flickering in any available light. Noticeably missing are her flamethrowers, neither arm is present nor are the odd, SMG-like tools. Her full hips and strong thighs are covered by tight black jeans, and black flat-soled Nomex boots cover her shins. Three long, flexible tails, resembling peacock feathers, spray from above her rear. The tip of each is aflame with fire that burns but does not consume. Dark_Iguana: You're in the presence of a living god, so pay attention! Not that it's hard, in the first place. Standing tall and resplendent in his plate mail armor, he presents a daunting appearance. Dark's skin is a pebbly, mottled green. The markings around his eyes are two inwardly-curving crescents of dark black, around eyes which are solid red. A mane of silver hair sweeps back and down his powerful neck. 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. *******************************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: Dei'nar'Ys Donovan_Thorn Dark_Iguana Dirge Bulletin Board SIGN: The park is IC only. Please keep all OOC comments to whispers or pages. Dei'nar'Ys hmmms, nodding. "Okay." She humms. "Anyway, anything else happen?" Donovan_Thorn hmms. "...Dark Iguana invaded with an invasion of invading redcaps and apparently raised the BlueMan Group from the dead... Donovan_Thorn says, "...not that they were dead before, but they seem to be now. Were turning people into statues. Salt helped for some reason... maybye it had something to do with slugs?" Dei'nar'Ys hmmmms. Donovan_Thorn feels at a loss for a conversation topic... everything Dei's done as of late has been mostly classified, "So, how about them kiwis?" Almost as if to spare those gathered from further awkwardness, the dark god steps out of a bank of shadows, glancing around. "They go well with strawberries." Dei'nar'Ys looks up at Dark. "Oh. Hey." She hummms. "Mmmm... they do eh?" Dark_Iguana nods. "Indeed," he responds. "I trust you enjoyed the other evening, Thorn?" Donovan_Thorn has a vacant look in his face for a moment. He stares blankly, then blinks. "....brains. Ow. What?" Donovan_Thorn says, "Oh, sorry... um... it was... entertaining. >.>" Dark_Iguana smirks. "I'm quite sure. I overstretched myself, unfortunately. I should have tried to bring fewer, stronger creatures, rather than many weaker ones. Ah, well, live and learn." Donovan_Thorn says, "I think they have medication for that." Dei'nar'Ys hehs, grinning slightly. "Heh. I see." Dark_Iguana blinks in Don's direction. "Medication for what, Thorn?" Almost idly, he snaps his finger, and a rip in space/time appears. That simply. And through it comes... Dei'nar'Ys quirks up an eyebrow. "What're ye about, Dark?" Dirge! He steps out softly and kneels down beside Dark Iguana, clutching his feather duster. Dei'nar'Ys blinks, staring at Dirge flatly. Blink. Looks back at Dark with a questioning look. Donovan_Thorn blinks. "Dirge! Hi." Donovan_Thorn ums, "It was a joke. Dark_Iguana pats Dirge once on the head. "What'm I about? Hmm. I would say world domination for starters. Wouldn't you say so, Dirge?" As if Dirge is little more than a pet, he ignores him for the most part. Dirge nods. "Oui, Maitre." Donovan_Thorn says, "Dirge?" Dei'nar'Ys purses her lips, giving the Evil Overlord a hard stare. "I see. I was actually just asking what you were up to at the moment, but now I see." Her eyes narrow. "What have you done with Dirge?" Dark_Iguana glances down at Dirge. "Answer our friend Thorn, if you would, Dirge." He looks back at Dei. "A little screaming torture, a little brainwashing, you know how it goes. One minute they're pleading for you to stop, and the next moment, well, they're still pretty much pleading." Dirge nods up at Iggy, and looks at Don. "Bonsoir, Monsieur." Donovan_Thorn looks unhappy. "And.... why?" Dei'nar'Ys scowls, rising to her feet. "I see..." Dark_Iguana gives an eloquent shrug. "Why should I not? He was weak, and you left him defenseless on that park bench. A very easy snatch for one of my servants. From there, it was child's play." Another pat to the lupine's head. "Isn't that right, my minion?" Donovan_Thorn curses. He figured Dirge could've just ghosted. Dirge nods again, and leans the side of his head against DI's hip. "Oui." Dei'nar'Ys hns, ears ticking as she raises a hand to her temple. "Right." She pops her knuckles, her eyes taking on a strange distance. "Release him, Dark." She deamnds, fearlessly. Dark_Iguana raises a brow. "Such language, Thorn. That's hardly language to use around a lady." When the lady in question speaks up, he looks over. "And why would I do something like that? It would make a waste of all the expensive enchantments I used to subjugate his will." Donovan_Thorn says, "Because if you don't, I'll railgun you, again!" Dirge looks up. "Shall I prepare dessert, Maitre?" Dark_Iguana's smile turns evil. "Yes, Dirge, I would appreciate that greatly." He looks over at Donovan. "Oh, please, I invite you, if that will satisfy your sense of justice. This one is mine, now." Dei'nar'Ys simply scowls, drawing a large, skeletal device from within her voluminous mantle. Which, with a simple mental command, begins to grow rapidly, drawing upon hidden Mass Batteries until it's long, blade-like structure is complete. Dei' is bringing out the Big Guns, fo sho, and this one is far larger than she should be able to carry. By about fifteen feet. "This may hurt you." Dirge stands up, setting his feather duster down. "Dei'nar'Ys. Would you prefer to be served with ice cream, or tea?" He takes a few steps forward, between her and Iggy now. Donovan_Thorn blinks. "...you don't even CARE? >.> What was that stalking-with-evil-raptor-like-necrosaur-thing all about then?" Flare has arrived. Dark_Iguana smirks. "Oh, well, you know, I think Dirge will happen to get in the way of any fire. And I'm feeling much better since then. Thanks for your concern." Donovan_Thorn, Dei, and Dark appear to be in a face-off with Dark, who seems to have Dirge in thrall... Don looks uncertain what to do. Dirge won't respond to him, and Dark doesn't seem to be responding to any threats. Dei'nar'Ys simply grins, her eyes glinting. "Nez'chre have extremely precise Fire Control." She states evenly. "Dirge is in no danger whatsoever." She raises the Hi-MAC into a vertical position, recessed ports sliding open along it's side, the Partical Projecter gleaming dully in the pale moonlight. Into the Park walks a phoenix girl. She's... Well, youngish, well-built both in curve and muscle tone, and is wearing a blue tee shirt and pair of black jeans. What's really neat, though, is that above her wing joints are two jointed robotic arms, qith what seem to be submachine guns at their ends. Massive flash-suppressor-looking things at the end of them. Donovan_Thorn blinks. "...Phoenix? What the hell happened to you? ...scratch that, we need help!" Donovan_Thorn mistakes her for the only other phoenix he's ever seen. Dirge turns around to DI. "Shall I attack, or defend you, Maitre?" He holds out one hand. The phoenix girl blinks. "Er. Name's Flare, man. And... help with what?" Donovan_Thorn ohs, "Um... assistance... umm... trying to get a dark god to feel remotely threatend in our presence... gah. Nevermind. >.>" Dark_Iguana looks to Dirge. "Attack, Dirge. Be merciless." The overlord prepares to defend himself, and perhaps his servant. Dirge nods, and smiles, spinning back around to Dei. He turns clear and falls through the ground... Flare grins wiiiiiiide. "Did you say, 'light things on fire?' ... My pleasure!" The flamethrowers whirr and click, flipping around so that each sits atop a shoulder. A quiet hiss from each, then a *click click click* *Wha-FOOOM!* Twin jets or blue-hot doom spray, resembling blowtorches or bunsen burners. At... Um... Well, nothing, really. They've got a seven-foot range. Donovan_Thorn rolled 18 on 1d20+0 Donovan_Thorn is fortunatley not being pointed at. Sweatdrops at Dirge. Dei'nar'Ys simply lifts up into the sky. Or rather, her massive gun lifts up into the sky, taking her with it. At a pretty good clip, and with awe inspiring acceleration. The recessed IR-PPC's glow white hot, spewing beams of incandescent energy towards the Dark Evil Dude. Dark_Iguana's eyes begin to glow. There's no way he's quick enough to dodge out of the way, so why try. He lifts his hand, and the energy splashes in a dome shape in front of the god. Most of the brunt is absorbed by the field he throws up, but a bit gets through, causing a hiss of annoyance to escape the god. "You'll pay for that." Dirge rolls out of the ground as Dei leaves it, lying on his back as he becomes corporeal. He becomes detached and seems to sleep, and moments later his apparition pitches up into the sky after her. Donovan_Thorn says, "!$#^! We can't fight a ghost, or even set it on fire! o@" Flare looks tremendously impressed with the fact that she's lit the gazebo on fire. "Wow. Those S.W.O.R.D. guys sure know cybernetics." o.o' Donovan_Thorn says, "Um. Flare. Let it be known that, probably shortly, Dirge is going to be raining lightning-ball death on us all. Less talk, more running. >.>" Donovan_Thorn follows his own advice. Yes, he's running. What else can he do? Flare turns towards Dirge, and once again ignites the flamers. *clickclickclick* *Wha-FOOM!* Dei'nar'Ys mounts the gun like it's a giant, death spewing Motorcycle, maneuvering sharply away from Dirge while still presenting Dark with a broadside, rapidly shifting altitudes. Her weapons mode is switched over so that the Projectors are firing one after another, and allowing the gravitic projectors to do minute course corrections to the beams. Dirge's apparition begins to gather pearl white spheres of energy around it, speeding after Dei with frightening haste, its odd, unearthly smile always gracing it's bright and luminescent face. It doesn't get any wind resistance, or trouble from gravity. Dark_Iguana finds himself on the defensive, trusting in his minion to handle the offense. "Dirge, destroy them, NOW!" A beam punches through the shield he throws up, scorching his armor and causing it to glow cherry red. A growl escapes the god. He may not die, but he feels pain. Donovan_Thorn gets behind Dr. B's bench... cowardly? Possibly. He doesn't want to fight Dirge, and can't fight DI with the gear he has on hand. Dirge complies with DI, launching the numerous spheres in a hail towards the ground and at Dei. Where they hit in the park the explode. Donovan_Thorn and co are righting DI and... Dirge? Don's hiding behind Dr. B's bench, since he's not equipped to fight gods nor ghosts at the moment... A phoenix girl, Flare, is firing flamethrowers that seem to be mounted on armatures to her back at Direge's attacks, watching to see if they interact. Dei'nar'Ys twists evasively, trying to evade getting pasted. She's remarkably succesful, but with the sheer profusion of firepower completely evading harm is impossible, several of the large, glowing blasts impacting on her High-Mobility Assault Cannon, which slews wildly sideways for a few moments. Dei's herself is unharmed, for now, though, and still piloting her steed aggressively. Donovan_Thorn gets an idea... fishes around in his backpack! Quincy has arrived A Quith-Xoth Wanders into the park. It's the most seen one, at this point. Dark green skin, big white flowing flower petals coming from its head, like hair, smaller eyes, and a giant cloak robe made of Black flower petals, and dark green bioarmor.. Dark_Iguana hisses his pleasure at the sight of his foes being pasted by Dirge's attack. "Yes," he crows, quickly beginning to incant a spell. Flare shuts down the flamethrowers, as she's run out of fuel. Looking around, she spies the fried dough cart. Unattended fried dough cart. Then, the plant being. "Hmmmmmm. Plants burn nifty." ^.^ The Quith-Xoth looks around in all directions. -......- ... Then the glowing ellipses float up and start circleing her head. Donovan_Thorn extracts what looks like a good-sized bazooka, and aims at Dark... Moans spring up about the park. Dirge's apparition continues its relentless assault on Dei and the park, while gathering storm clouds begin to flash with lightning and shake with thunder. Donovan_Thorn pulls the trigger... Dark_Iguana finishes the incantation just in time to turn and face Donovan and his weapon. A widening of his eyes is the only sign that he's surprised. Donovan_Thorn rolled 8 on 1d20+0 Quincy pages, "would a light poke with a energy bolt kill you? >.> or maybe just get your attention?" to you. Dei'nar'Ys slews around, her weapon now gliding about as gracefully as a thrown brick, but she manages to get the fornt of it pointed straight at Dark. "Let's see how you like this, bastard!" Though fully an entire facings worth of tributary PPC's have been disable, the spinally mounted linear accelerator is still on-line. On-line and priming to fire. Unfortunately she's in no position to evade Dirge's next attack, her weapons maneuverabilty not even a fraction of what is should be... Donovan_Thorn's legendary lack of aim comes into play once more, and he manages to somehow hit himself in the face with the magnet. He acks and flails, as the bazooka fires a rocket straight up towards the lightning clouds, trailing steel cable... A shimmering coil of energy lashes out, wrapping itself around Dirge's body. A flick of the god's wrist, and the prone form is jerked back. He crows laughter at Don's mistake, just in time to hear Dei's insult. "How about we don't? Dirge! Defense, now!" The Quith-Xoth has to make a decision now... FutNunnies. Why does everything always have to be so violent? She aims her arm at the Dark God, most likely suicidal, or stupid, and her arm glows black.. and fires a black orb trailing black fire.. Flare wanders over to the fried dough stand, and munches. Ahhhh, carbohydrates. Carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen. Donovan_Thorn has a magnet stuck to his face, trailing a line up to a rocket in the midst of a lightning storm. The weapon is functioning perfectly, if only he weren't the target. **THRADOOM** Dirge's apparition fires a last volley of shots at Dei's craft, several knocking into it's sides and several parts molten if not worse. It then floats down, in front of DI, and several energy spheres converge into a makeshift shield. Dei'nar'Ys forces the craft sideways with a lunge of her body, flicking the firing stud and tempting fate in her attempt to take out Dark before her weapon crashes. With the piece of equipment as badly damaged as it is, it's anyone's guess as to what will happen... Dei'nar'Ys rolled 2 on 1d20+0 Donovan_Thorn sizzles. The Hi-MAC, trailing flames as it flies sideways sparks down it's length. Then explodes. As in violently, going up in a ball of blue-white flame, sending white hot shrapnel whistling all over. Dark_Iguana's laughter fills the park as the shield protects both himself the the corporeal form of his new minion. "Well, as funny as it is to watch you all KILL YOURSELF with stupidity...no, wait. I'll stay. This is good. Dirge. Continue defending as necessary." Flare swallows the last bit of fried dough, and lets her body go to work converting it to propane. "WOOOOO! BURNITALL!" The Quith-Xoth BLINKS. It ignores its ball of flame that was thrown at DI, but assumedly absorbed by dirge's shield, to look at the explodeing craft. -........- Dirge's apparition floats closer to DI, looking over its shoulder and considering him as a target. It's a 'free spirit', an embodiment of many many deaths of the past, not necessarily as easy to control as Dirge. Dei'nar'Ys is not here. She's survived point blank explosions before, but this one is thus far the most violent you've witnessed here getting pasted by, leaving a broad crater despite occuring ten feet above the ground. She's not here, or anywhere in the park, as far as can be seen. Donovan_Thorn gets to his feet... "ohh..." rubs his head, and blinks at the crater. "...you killed Dei! You bastard!" Joe_Zahenshmin has arrived. Donovan_Thorn marches directly toward Dark, ignoring Dirge entirely. Those Floating Ellipsis around the Quith's Head? They suddenly glow and flare into bright light light.. -Dei?- It looks at Dirge's appiration -Maybe I shouldn't have been so soft when I almost killed you!- The White Ellipsis fly into the air and converge towards dirge, trying to get around his shield.. trying to hit a ghost. Flare, once a few minutes are up, now has a full spare set of 'lungs'... and begins pumping the enriched flammable gas towards the flamethrowers... She runs for the Quith-Xoth, shoulder-based cannons spewing seven-foot flames! Flare cackles. "BURN! Haaaaahahaha! BURN!" Dirge's apparition moans a dozen times in unison, speeding towards Don and bringing the convergence of white thingies with it... It can pass through Don, but they white thingies might not be able to. Joe_Zahenshmin walks into the park, and wishes he brought a camera Dark_Iguana stands there, watching. He'll deal with Dirge's disobedience later. For now, he'll savor the potential victory and carnage in the park tonight. "I only wish I could do it again, Thorn!" Donovan_Thorn is directly at the intersection between flares and convergence of white thingies. This is gonna hurt, isn't it... something around Don flickers... ***BLAM*** The Quith flicks a wrist, and the white orbs suddenly stop chaseing Dirge and fly straight at DI, Minus his pretty shield. Joe_Zahenshmin REALLY wishes he brought a camera Dei'nar'Ys... is not here. There is, however, a very large crater, and many pieces of far flung, flaming wreckage of Nez'chre manufacture, though telling this is... not easy. Donovan_Thorn is... unharmed? Everything around him for some distance is scorched and flaming, except for a two-foot radius around him that's untouched. He continues toward Dark, picking up velocity. Dirge's apparition spins in place, zipping back to DI as fast as it can, shield gaining power as it does. Flare slams into the shield, and skirts around it. The flames from her mechanical bits wrap around, then snap back into position... and backdraft towards her. In seconds, though her skin and feathers are fireproof, that shirt wasn't. o.o;; Dark_Iguana looks worried for all of a second before Dirge interposes himself between the god and the ellipses. A smug look appears on his features. For once, it appears as if he's winning. Lovely. Joe_Zahenshmin again, wishes he brought a camera! The Ellipses end thier trip by hitting dirge's shield. Donovan_Thorn charges straight into Dark's shield, bringing up his own one last time... The Quith flexes her hands, and her balled up fists now start glowing black again.. Dark_Iguana glares at Don as he charges, the shields canceling each other out in a dazzling show of pyrotechnics. It's time for the god to earn his keep, as it were. "Fine. If you prefer it that way, Thorn. I'll quickly send you to join your friend." He reaches over his shoulder, drawing a jagged sword made of black iron. "You might want to say something witty. It's what heroes do, I believe." Flare, despite now being a walking testament to fanservice, continues to run at the Quith-Xoth. Until the left flamer jams and she shuts it down. "Curses." Dirge's apparition stands by, waiting for orders. It's ears perk and it looks around slowly, however. Soft sighs fill the air, overlapping each other. The Quith Aims One Fist at Flare, the Other at DI. -To Hell with Witty! Just EXPLODE!- Black Orb flies at Flare, and One At DI. This one Angles high into the air, picking up speed.. its going to try and go over Dirge's shield.. Flare dumps both heavy armaments on the ground, and threadcaps surface on her back, locking into place over the holes. She takes to the air, but the ball clips her on the foot and she spirals back down, slamming onto her back. "... !> Donovan_Thorn actually looks pissed enough to be in possession of what few powers of his remain, namely highly enhanced(but time-limited) strength while under great duress. Ignoring the god's dramatics, he grabs straight for the arm holding the sword. Dark_Iguana lets Donovan grab his arm easily. In fact, it's what he wants. With a jerk, he tries to drag Thorn into close proximity with him. He's not going to even try to dodge that black fireball. He's willing to bet it'll hurt his foe more than him. Dirge's apparition's glowy white shield follows where the orb is going to impact, while the apparition itself seems to be looking around for something, listening. Meanwhile the chorus of sighs and moans continues, actually quite melodious. Donovan_Thorn rolled 9 on 1d20+0 Donovan_Thorn demonstrates his astonishing ability to take punishment as the black bolt hits him square in the back. setting him on fire. No fire. Flare winces, drawing her leg up and rolling her hands over the affected area. "Owowowowowwww!" Its More like getting a GIANT FREAKING CRAMP in the affected area. Joe_Zahenshmin wonders when this will go from fun spectator entertainment to dodgeing crossfire? and who to shoot in that case? The Quith, meanwhile, shakes a fist. - Darn You! Why did you have to get in the way, Idiot!?- Donovan_Thorn is... still standing. Kinda. shaky. Donovan_Thorn tries to throw DI, and passes out. Dark_Iguana watches Thorn shaking, and smirks. "Well now." Don's throw sets him off balance, and he stumbles back a few feet. Shaking his head (He was somewhat licked at by the fireball, and is a touch off kilter), he raises his blade above the prone panther. "Time to die at last, Thorn." Donovan_Thorn can't do much. Dirge's apparition turns around slowly, rushing in an attempt to pass right through DI and sweep up Don. Quith decides to be stupid also.. just.. not as.. It runs at DI.. and notes that his shield just moved away.. Well then.. Rather than trying to distract the shield by fireing randomly, she fires bolts of that black Cramp energy at DI. Not ment to be entirely painful, but enough of that stuff could probobly hurt. Joe_Zahenshmin watches the various special effects go by, and if reminded to get bigger guns, immidiatly followed by the fact that guns dont even do anything to those sorts -.-; Flare lifts herself up, spreads her wings, and takes off. x.x "I'm out of here." She leaves the flamers behind; they're too heavy to fly with. Donovan_Thorn can't do much. Dark_Iguana's eyes flare with anger as his 'obedient' servant grabs at Don's body after passing through him. He's about to do something truly vicious, when the cramp energy strikes him in the back. "Nnk!" The sword falls from his hand, dissipating in a black mist as the god concentrates on staying mobile. He turns as best he can, and whips his own brand of black fire towards the Quith. This fire will be buuuurney. Donovan_Thorn is grabbed. The Quith-Xoth eyes turn completely black, and she runs headlong at the fire, fireing more bolts of cramp energy.. Its quite ovbious the Quith is going to get hit. Dirge's apparition's glowy shield remains behind after he scoops up Don, protecting DI from further attacks. As it flies across the park, it reaches out to grab something where nothing exists. Suddenly, there's a glimmering, just beyond Dirge's outstreched hand, a pale, ball of bluish energy, which suddenly resilves itself into... Jedi Apparition Dei'! Well, not really, but close enough... but that tears it. She is dead then. Donovan_Thorn is pretty damn close.. Dark_Iguana raises a brow. Perhaps, just perhaps, he won't have to torture Dirge further. He has Don in his grasp, and seems...to have summoned up Dei'? Dei'nar'Ys blinks, looking at Dirge in blatant surprise. "Dirge? What are you...?" Quith Stops fireing beams of energy, and flys backwards, on fire, and burned. Thud. -...Mmnnghhrrsm- The words are mangled, and swirl around in the air, flexing and bending like putty Dirge slows, setting Don lightly down as it looks over towards Dei, still smiling distantly. It opens its mouth, but nothing comes out. Dark_Iguana finds his watching of this spectacle slightly hampered by the cramping beams striking him. This time, it's the abdomen. If he weren't a god, this would be really, really inconvenient. As it is, he stands his ground, a slight tremor in his movements the only sign of the pain he might feel. The Quith Lays there, Mangled, still trying to communincate.. possibly. OR maybe its just watching the maelstrom of colors floating over head. -!#53198139nbsnaklasdmfm2ptwe Dei'nar'Ys blinks... and blinks again, silent for the moment. She looks back down at Dark, then back at Dirge. Then casts her head down, with an ethereal sigh. Joe_Zahenshmin has been doing what during all this latest insanity? he bought some fried dough. good to know how much others care about the fate of lives isnt it? Dirge's apparition stares down at Don for a bid, and then flies back to DI, circling around him several times, as if dancing... Sort of. And Then.. The Quith-Xoth Gets up! Albiet, horribly beaten, and burned. It points at DI. -....- Dark_Iguana smiles toothily, in the wake of the cramping. "Well, a productive night all around. Dirge, I think we have done all the damage we can do here, have we not?" Dirge's apparition stops, nodding with a smile. It opens its mouth, but again nothing comes out. Dei'nar'Ys glides down, trying to check on Don's health, sighing. "Oh... oh..." She bows her head. "Don... I'm sorry... I failed you." The Quith Fires at DI again, and probobly will untill he leaves, or proves that there is no way she's going to be hitting him again.. Dark_Iguana raises a shield almost effortlessly, the blast the Quith sends at him fizzling out against it. "Futile, really. So please. Stop. Dirge, follow me." Just like that, he bends, grabbing Dirge's body. "Give Thorn my condolences, when he wakes. If he wakes." A cackle escapes him as he gestures, a rip in space and time appearing before him. The Quith -.... Dirge! You Worthless *Censored*.- It rushes over to check on don. Dirge's apparition gets a distressed look as it fades, turning to look at Dei and Don again. Dirge shivers in DI's arms. Dark_Iguana steps through the portal, his laughter ringing through the park. Could it be? Did the villain actually win a fight, however much help he had? Why yes indeed! Dei'nar'Ys simply waves, sadly, as Dirge vanishes alongside Dark. She can do no more... Donovan_Thorn slowly wakes up, and wishes he hadn't. Dei'nar'Ys simply kneels at Don's side. "Don... you're okay..." Erk. See through! Donovan_Thorn nods slightly. The Quith Looks down at Don and Kneeling Dei, and looks pretty bad itself. Its actually pitted and scared, as if like a plastic toy that had matches and alighter applied to it. Its headflower is also falling away in bits of ash. Its armor remianed though, and it mentally reformed it into a kind of quick body suit. Joe_Zahenshmin for once refrains from being an asshole, whee! Dei'nar'Ys simply shudders slightly, looking up at the Quith, gliding over. "Myrial! Are you okay?" She simply float's, looking concerned, unable to touch... unable to feel. "We need to get you help." Myrial Raises a hand. -Dont worry about me.- Myrial looks at don. -The question is, Is HE okay? He might require help.- Dei'nar'Ys looks over at Don, crossing her legs. "He seems to be alright... but I'm hardly in a condition to phone for an ambulance." She grins sadly. "I... I'm not much good for more than ghosting around now, am I?" Joe_Zahenshmin says, "in this case, he's definitly to be considered okay." Myrial gives Dei a look that would normally be called calm suggestive... but her Left eye seems to have been burned over, and the other one is flickering between flareing red and calm blue. -Depends on how who the ghost is, how strong they are, and how much work they and thier friends are willing to put into looking for some sort of revival method.- Myrial looks down at Don again, and pokes him with a foot. -Are you Alive?- Donovan_Thorn says, "what do you want?" Myrial blinks her one good eye -...Is that pain in your back still bad?- Dei'nar'Ys smiles, but fails to look too hopeful. "... thank you for your kind words, Myrial." Myrial looks at Dei -....Dont get me wrong. Ive grown hateful. I really can't say that i like any of you anymore. But Then again, I kept myself from killing dirge, and now he goes and does this with that 'dark god.' I could revive you even, but you would need something to replace the body, and I do not think you want to be a quith-Xoth.- Dei'nar'Ys simply nods, slowly. "Hmm." She flickers over towards Don's side. "Need an ambulance?" Donovan_Thorn says, "...Are your minds really that fragile? A month here and you're reduced to that?" Myrial looks at don, and her still moving hand flares with black light. -No, Just me. Its complicated. Now, do you want me to relive your pain, or do you want me to make a feeble attempt at getting someone here to call an ambulence?- Joe_Zahenshmin Says "riiight, blatent hint gotten..." he heads off for a pay phone mttering about the continueing 'looking heroic by comparison' problems he has Donovan_Thorn says, "I don't need an ambulance." Joe_Zahenshmin says, "you mean I can ignore the needs of the half melted cnraky short person? score." Dei'nar'Ys sighs. "Please, Joe... make the call." She pauses, looking to Don. "Don... tell everyone I'm sorry, please." Myrial GLARES at Joe. -.....- She looks at Dei. -...- Her good eye turns blue. -...Bunch of..- Donovan_Thorn says, "for what? you did your best. I'm the one that shot myself twice in succession then got in the way." Myrial looks at Don. -..Sorry about accidently hitting you. If it IS hurting though, I can take the spell off.- Joe_Zahenshmin says, "...your sorry for getting killed? thats messed up, even for here" Donovan_Thorn suddenly stands bolt upright. "...I'll be right back!" Donovan_Thorn leaves at a dead run, towards SMT Labs... Myrial.. BLINKS. -....- She looks at dei. -That creature has way too much spirit for his own good.- Joe_Zahenshmin says, "I think its what helps him stay alive" Dei'nar'Ys pauses, looking at Joe. "Yes. I am sorry... if I had not died, I may have prevented Don and Myrial from suffering further injury. As well... I do not want to say goodbye." She pauses. "Goodbyes... they hurt, knowing that even if you were to wait forever, you would never meet again..." Donovan_Thorn runs back in, carrying a... bodybag? White-tipped black tail pokes out of it. Joe_Zahenshmin says, "...did you not notice what direction he headed off in? same direction he went when Fox got blown up. few days later I see him walking around again." Dei'nar'Ys shrugs. "Well, that is Fate. I'm not sure I could duplicate his capabilities." Myrial looks at don.. an she gets an amused color to her good eyes. -Maybe its not goodbye yet..- Donovan_Thorn plops the body to the ground in front of Dei. "There! It's Fox's, sorta, but I managed to get the black-furred female version." Myrial -......Heh.- She looks at Dei. -I hope you know how to possess things.- Dei'nar'Ys blinks, then nods, slowly. "Alright... I'll see if I can't occupy it." She takes a deep pseudo-breath, then simply fall backwards, her incorporeal form passing through the bag and into the body within. A few moments pass, as she attempts to situate her soul in it's new, hoefully temporary, accomodations... Myrial watches. -......- Donovan_Thorn unzips the bag. oo Probably not fun to wake up in a closed body bag, let alone a body bag at all. Donovan_Thorn ers, and zips it back up partway. The body is also naked.. >.> Myrial rolls her eye. The body gives a twitch, then her eyes slide open. "Oh, man my head..." Woo! Looks like it worked. "Don... in the future, remind not to have anything to do with Dark Iguana." Donovan_Thorn hugs! Joe_Zahenshmin still hasnt called tha amubulance for Myrial, muhahaha! Donovan_Thorn says, "If you ever try dying on me again, I'll kill you. ><; ...again. More. ...somehow." Dei'nar'Ys acks... then pauses, to smile slightly. "Yeah... I'm glad too..." She pauses. "I didn't want to say goodbye." Myrial lets out a sigh, which is represented as a breath of smoke from its burned flower. She turns away. -Well, Good to know you didnt have to. But, For me, This is. See you later, Crazed Cat Who Runs Like the Devil, and She Who Lives Again.- Dei'nar'Ys pauses, grins, then nods. "Farewell, Myrial. May your studies go well." Myrial stops -My studies are complete. I have learned all I possibly can. But Thank you for the sentiment.- She wanders off. Donovan_Thorn says, "They said something similar around 200 years ago. Don't believe it." Donovan_Thorn hms. "...chances are, you're not going to want to wear a bodybag home... lemme see if I can find the remains of my backpack.. Dei'nar'Ys simply nods. "Could you please do that?" She sighs, wondering how this has effected her powers, and a brief spate of concentration later, she sighs. "They're gone..." Donovan_Thorn eardroops all the way. "Damn. Do I know how that feels..." finds one of Zed's armorplated labcoats hanging from the high branches of a tree, and soon retrieves it. Donovan_Thorn says, "We're kinda the same situation then." *blinks* "...is High Poobah Central Command going to be able to recognize you?" Dei'nar'Ys shakes her head. "No. Central Command will only see me as an outsider now. I died, and my people do not believe we have much of an afterlife awaiting us." She pauses, the begins tossing on the coat. Donovan_Thorn says, "Bah. Surely you know the passwords or something, how would they explain that?" Joe_Zahenshmin says, "theyd probably shoot her or something, cause if they wont belive its her they'll only belive she must be a hacker or something" Donovan_Thorn says, "Thank you, Commander Encouragement. Any more comments from the bilious horde?" Dei'nar'Ys pauses, then grins slightly. "You make a point. So does Joe, but that and my combination of memories, with some useful back-up from you guys could convince them." Joe_Zahenshmin says, "would you rather I encourage her to go get herself killed again, by her own race?" Donovan_Thorn says, "I didn't see your heart bleeding for her while we were getting slaughtered, so frankly I think you're talking out of the wrong end." Joe_Zahenshmin pulls out the six shot grenade launcher, "soooo... next time your in meele combat with someone thats only annoyed by bullet holes, I get to use this with your say so?" Joe_Zahenshmin says, "cause I dont exactly have anything else that would touch someone like DI" Donovan_Thorn ponders being sarcastic, but realizes there's no point. "Yes, that would be acceptable." Dei'nar'Ys hmmms, sighing slightly. "Oh man, this is complicated..." Joe_Zahenshmin puts the dangerous weapon away, "Im attacked by villains, im riduclued by heros for not helping them out, and im still less violent than either side. yes, this is getting complicated Donovan_Thorn sighs. "So. What now?" A Quith-Xoth Runs in. Its only 2 feet tall, and has light green skin, and wears a small dress made from the giant green wrapped leaves around its body, being Female in appearance. It has a Daisy on its head. It calls out, "Sir Donovan! Lady Dei!" Dei'nar'Ys hmmms, pursing her lips, then shrugs. "I... don't know." She pauses, blinking at the Quith-Xoth. "Yes?" Donovan_Thorn blinks. "....you're the first person in 15 years to call me 'sir'. Thank you. What's up?" the Quith-Xoth Falls to its stomach, not on accident even. It bows most lowly. -Sir Thorn, Lady Dei. I was sent to fine..- It scrambles with its hand and pulls out.. a small green bioform tablet with something drawn on it. -...A picture of lady Dei, and possibly.. ENA?- Donovan_Thorn says, "DNA? ...Dei, did you have a hairbrush or anything?" Donovan_Thorn says, "Or any genetically close relatives?" Joe_Zahenshmin says, "have you looked for firey chunks of flesh around the scenery?" Dei'nar'Ys hmmms, looking around. "Well, if you're going to find any of my DNA around here, it's probably an aerosol by now. I think I was vapourised." She pauses, then nods. "Yes, it's in my lilttle flying hut." Donovan_Thorn says, "...will it let you in? >.>" Dei'nar'Ys shrugs. "I guess we'll see. You know, you could just ask the people who will scour my house of my personal possessions to give a sample of my DNA." Donovan_Thorn says, "You mean to say that if your people were approached by a strange alien species about which they know little to nothing, asking for the DNA of a deceased colleague, they would comply? o,o" Dei'nar'Ys ehs. "Actually, I meant you, Don." Donovan_Thorn ohs. Donovan_Thorn hms. "Where did you park your house?" Dei'nar'Ys ehehs. "It's over my peoples city, out in the desert." The Quith-Xoth stays bowed. -So, you will beable to retrieve it?- Donovan_Thorn nods. "I'll bring a Vindicar..." and does. Though he's unsure how a plantoid is going to use a seatbelt... Donovan_Thorn says, "We'll give it a darn good try." Dei'nar'Ys nods. The Quith-Xoth is NOT a plantoid, for the last bleeping time! Donovan_Thorn drives out to the desert. In V-Sub. That's so backwards it almost makes sense. The Quith-Xoth, isnt moving any time soon.. >.> Donovan_Thorn blinks as the thing doesn't move. "...are you all right?" Joe_Zahenshmin stands there! The Quith-Xoth blinks, and looks up a little. -Did I do something wrong?- The quith-Xoth bows its head again. -I was instructed not to move unless sent away, or instruted to do otherwise.- Donovan_Thorn says, "Ah. Come with us, we'll try and get the DNA for you." The Quith-Xoth stands up feebly, and nods. -Okay.- Donovan_Thorn drives out to the desert and helps retrieve DNA... beyond that, I gotta go sleep.