May 25th, late: An Alarm at the British Museum

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:30 am

Rachel stood up, and pelted down the hallway after Pinky Pie.

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:58 am

Pinky had apparently vanished, for a moment...

But out of the girl's restroom along one side came...a tiny wind-up doll version of Pinky?

by **Rick Ferguson** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 1:07 am

Rick winced, almost feeling bad for half an instant. Except that this girl just electrocuted his teammate...even if he didn't like him very much.

Figuring her for being pretty well subdued for the moment, Rick turned his attention to the one with the bazooka that fired the unfortunate-looking goop. Probing her strengths and weaknesses, he fired fired off a simple blast of wind to her from his hand, the current neither focused nor concentrated.

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 1:11 am

But she held her ground, digging in, and aimed yet a third shot--this time fiddling with the settings for a wider spray.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 1:16 am

Rachel used her power to see if she could figure out where Pinky was.

by **John Hino** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 1:03 pm

John was still quite out of it. Even if he wasn't, he was still covered in sticky goo. He wasn't going to be of much help either way.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 3:35 pm

Not caring much of he had to damage the floor a little, Rick quickly took to the air to avoid the next shot of sludge.

About then, he noticed that both teams seemed to have a man (or woman) down and figured he could help their odds. Landing close to John, he extended an arm to him. "Grab hold."

by **John Hino** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 3:44 pm

John managed to do so.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 4:17 pm

Rick clasped his other hand around John's wrist. As the faint sky blue aura of his power surrounded him, it started extending it to John, too...so as not to yank the dragon's arm off.

Pushing the proverbial gas pedal on his power, he then tried to take off and rip John free of the greater part of the sludge.

by **Zeryn** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 5:54 pm

Zeryn, meanwhile, noticed the shift in RobeChick's attention, and changed tactics. While Rick freed John, exerted his will on the ice, forcing it to melt, then started trying to rush it up the robed girl, trying to raise it faster than she could freeze it, creeping toward the scepter as he rushed forward.

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:40 pm

Rick was able to free John, lifting them both in the air, resulting in what sounded like something similar to gratuitous cursing from Biker Chick.

Rachel's power would show that Pinky had dashed into the restroom...but perhaps more of her attention should have been paid to the windup, which reached her.

"I'm sorry," it said.

And then it exploded; a very large explosion for such a little thing.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:47 pm

The explosion flung Rachel back against the wall, leaving her singed, bloody and unconscious.

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 10:56 pm

Pinky slipped out of the bathroom, and dashed deeper into the museum, away from the fight, leaving BikerChick and Robe the only two invaders left standing and fighting.

BikerChick kept up a series of blasts, but soon--*click!*--her barrel was empty, and she tossed the bazooka aside in disgust.

RobeWoman stared Zeryn down, the ice and water battling, pushed back and forth against one another---though it seemed, ever so slowly, to be going in Water's favor...

by **Zeryn** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:02 pm

Zeryn made a slashing motion with his hand, willing hardness to a section of the water, trying to cut into Robe like a razor blade.

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:24 pm

Robe staggered back, but fired icicles traveling back up through the water/ice stream, thus aimed at Zeryn.

This DID cause her to drop the sceptre thing though.

by **Zeryn** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 11:36 pm

Zeryn dove to the side, contracting the water he'd been using as he did, aiming to catch the scepter in the solid water flow.

by **Narrator** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 2:03 am

...which he did!

...which made him the target for an onrushing shoulderblock by the biker chick, and a blast of ice from Robechick, but he got the thingy!

It...felt funny to hold it.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 2:55 am

Rick swore so colorfully, it would make Howard Stern blush. Who knows what state Rachel was in, and John looked pretty beat up. They had to turn this fight in their favor somehow, and fast.

Still holding onto John, Rick decided to dive down and crash into the Biker Chick; with his and John's weight and their momentum, he hoped he could at least remove her from the fight, her own injuries be damned; after what happened to Rachel, he didn't give two shits about the well-being of these women.

by **Zeryn** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 3:01 am

Zeryn noted, dimly, the way it felt, before he was knocked aside, and felt the ice slam into him... but not too badly. Water was water, and once it touched him, he had some control over it. Enraged, he launched himself at the biker chick, aiming a powerful blow at her.

by **Narrator** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 3:08 am

Three people crashing into Biker Chick? THAT sounds fairly effective. Way to go, three people! Biker chick was good, but not THAT good, and down she went.

That left robe chick against anyone still standing....and she started emanating waves and waves of frigid, frigid cold air---well well below zero.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 3:35 am

Seeing that the Biker Chick was good and beaten, Rick slowed down and dropped out of flight, landing close to Rachel and not far from Zeryn. He let go of John and dropped him off right next to her.

"Someone, please...tend to Rachel. And the woman who's trying to escape, if you can." I'll finish this one.

As the robed woman exuded cold, a breeze would start to blow against her from where Rick stood. His grey eyes glittered into a faint, pale blue aura, followed by the rest of his body. Wind start to build up around him; visible only from a few dust particles, but obviously spinning pretty rapidly as he powered up, waiting for the first strike.

by **Zeryn** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 3:38 am

Zeryn hesitated, not exactly keen on leaving his last standing comrade unaided, but unable to deny that Rachel likely needed the help more than Rick. "I'll guard her with my life," he growled, then rushed from the room in the direction they'd heard the explosion from. In truth... he'd missed this. Battle, pure and deadly and primal, with worthy companions at his side. And it was with this thought that he burst into the hall, sparing a moment to make sure Rachel was alive and that there wasn't danger of that changing as he tried to locate the opponent that had downed her.

by **Narrator** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:07 pm

The first strike, then, went to the robed lady--a severe gust of icy wind, filled with tiny shards of ice, ripping at Rick's flesh and clothes.

Rachel was, clearly, still alive and likely to stay that way, though burnt and blowed up. There was no immediate sign of the pink girl, but unless she had dived back into the restrooms, there was really only one path she could have taken.

by **John Hino** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 8:44 pm

John's darkforce armor was slowly creeping back over the exposed areas; visible only on his right hand, left foot, and through the burnt holes in his team uniform. Still dazed, he managed to look at his hand. It was, unlike before, covered in scales; deep green on the back, but lighter and far smaller on the palm. He wasn't clear-headed enough to notice that his burns were not as bad as they should be.

by **Zeryn** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 8:48 pm

Zeryn made a quick stop into the restroom anyway, partly to see if she had ducked in there again, but mostly to rearm himself. He emerged a few minutes later, pulsing with an armor of water again as he set out in pursuit of the pink girl.

by **Narrator** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 10:42 pm

The lobby opened up wide--this was the main floor. Pinky could be hiding in any of a hundred places.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Sat Mar 19, 2011 11:39 pm

Rick activated a funnel that spared him from the full extent of damage that he might have otherwise taken, but it still hurt like a bitch.

"My turn." Against her icy gale, Rick blasted a more focused current of room temperature air aimed at her upper body.

by **Narrator** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:14 am

She slid backwards into the wall, without ever losing her balance.

The floor itself began to freeze over.

by **Zeryn** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:29 am

Frowning, Zeryn hurried into the room, looking about for a sign of Pinky's passage.

by **Narrator** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:10 am

And because he hurried in, he was hit from behind with yet another large explosive.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:35 am

Rick gritted his teeth as the ice spread closer to him. It was getting entirely too cold remain comfortable...and before long, he figured, it might be too cold to function.

Well, here goes nothing. It worked on her friends...

In a sudden burst, Rick took off like a rocket, shearing through the space between himself and the ice lady, wind violently tearing around him.

by **Zeryn** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:49 am

Zeryn was thrown across the room, but though the blast cost him a good chunk of his water shield, he had that shield to absorb some of the impact, and he was just flat-out tougher than a normal human anyway. He stood up, dazed, looking around warily in the direction the attack had come from.

by **Narrator** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:55 am

Pinky was straddling a gigantic brontosaurus skeleton, tossing down wind-up dolls as fast as she could wind them up.

Each and every one was explosive.

by **Zeryn** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 2:26 am

Zeryn lashed out with his water, intent on catching one of the wind-ups as she threw it and throwing it back in her direction. This was, of course, made difficult by the fact that he was trying like hell not to get blown up, too.

by **Narrator** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 2:44 am

And this back-and-forth went on for a while, until he was finally able to blow up a section of her cover, sending her trying to dash across the open floor to the doors...

by **Narrator** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 3:00 am

RobeChick tried to form an icicle, tried to form a wall of ice, tried to form SOMETHING.

And there WAS a thin wall of ice---which Rick smashed through, and then into RobeChick, knocking her out, cold.

by **Zeryn** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 3:19 am

Zeryn lunged at the girl, letting the water around him flow under his feet so he could 'skate' across the floor, spinning a leg sweep at her without ever stopping his forward momentum.

by **Narrator** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 2:17 pm

And down she went---physicality, it appears, wasn't her calling card.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 11:21 pm

Rick turned as sharply as he could in the air to avoid hitting a wall, then made an abrupt stop and landed.

He first took a look at the three women still in the room (just make sure they were staying down), before making his way over to John and Rachel.

"How bad is she?," Rick asked.

by **Zeryn** » Sun Mar 20, 2011 11:29 pm

Zeryn reached out to bind her with the water he was carrying, aiming to wrap it tight around her and freeze it solid.

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