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

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 7:44 pm

Rachel focused her mental attention on the pink dress girl.

by **Zeryn** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:42 pm

Zeryn peered in with Rich, then walked back to the place where (he thought) he'd seen what he needed on the map. Sure enough, there were restrooms there, and when Zeryn returned, he had two inches of water pulsing around his body. This is better.

by **John Hino** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:58 pm

Here's to hoping they won't fire that thing in tight quarters.

John gave Rachel a nod before walking into the room.

"Didn't anyone teach you ladies to share?"

by **Rick Ferguson** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 9:26 pm

Rick was looking back at Zeryn and his watery-ness when John's voice from the other end of the room startled him. "I think that's our cue." Rick slowly stepped into the light.

by **Narrator** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 9:28 pm

The Pink one's nice exterior was masking a core of rage and anger, immense and intense--it was cutting through whatever was scrambling the mental images, that was how powerful it was.

"Cha! T'da bol palcle llomc flyma!" the bikini one shouted, hands on hips.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 9:59 pm

"...come again?" Rick didn't believe he could even venture as to guess what language that was.

by **Zeryn** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:25 pm

Zeryn followed Rick around the corner, and the water pulsing around him resolved into hardened liquid armor around him, with excess gathered around one hand, ready for use. Still... his companion was attempting diplomacy. It would be rude to interrupt at this point, naturally.

by **Narrator** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:51 pm

Angrily, the bikini clad one repeated herself, looking at Rick and Zeryn, while BikerChick hefted the Bazooka on her shoulder, pointed back the other way.

Victorian Pink sort of cowered back towards a corner, and the tall one...stood.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Wed Mar 16, 2011 11:53 pm

Rachel did her best to focus on the strong emotions, and follow them back into her mind.

by **Zeryn** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:29 am

And that was all that Zeryn needed to see. He thrust his hand out, water coursing in spearlike tendrils, aiming for the large surface weapon that was being directed at the side of the room their other companions were coming from. Perhaps, he reflected, they really weren't concerned about property damage like the X-Men were.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:39 am

"Hora!" BikerChick shouted as Zeryn's tendril of water hit her, which was quickly blocked as Bikini took to the air, lightning crackiling around her hands, more of it shooting at Zeryn--water was a good conductor, after all.

Pinky Pie's mind was awash in chaos as it were--most mindscapes were stable, but this was rocking up and down, everything--Rachel included, inside--was growing and shrinking at apparently random rates--was this natural, or was it an effect of whatever was dulling Rachel's mind senses?

by **Rick Ferguson** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 3:02 am

Rick cursed and extended a hand, forming a lateral, spinning cylinder of air that he aimed across the room and unleashed towards to would-be thieves.

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:04 am

John rushed the distracted biker chick, intent first and foremost on breaking her weapon.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 12:17 pm

Things were shifting around, so Rachel decided to focus on what she did best, and went for the girl's breathing.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 3:13 pm

The Biker chick jumped backwards out of the path of the wind, dropping her bazooka for a moment and whipped out a pair of rough chain nunchaku, squaring off against John.

The tall robed one was forced a step back by the gust of wind, but otherwise stood tall.

Not so much the flying bikini girl, who was slammed into a wall, and began firing electrical bursts at both Zeryn AND Rick.

Rachel was getting somewhere with the Pink girl, as she reached for her throat...when all of a sudden, a great shock of PAIN came down the line, as the gem on the staff in Bikini's hands glowed slightly. This gave the Pink girl the excuse she needed to dash down the hallway past Rachel, trying to beat a hasty retreat.

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 3:47 pm

"You would fare better with words," John smirked as he moved in on her, stomping the bazooka's triggering mechanism to scrap.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 3:54 pm

From where John stomped on the bazooka, a foul smelling, sticky, brown goop began oozing out, which would at least slow John down--not yet enough to make him stick to the ground or anything, though.

by **Zeryn** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 3:56 pm

Zeryn's water splashed everywhere as the lightning coarsed through it (and him) and he lost control of it. He spasmed, then fell to the ground in a daze, nauseated by the ozone scent around him as he tried to gather his wits again.

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:01 pm

He pulled his foot back. "Good god woman, that is disgusting."

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:20 pm

It stretched with him---and then--shot up TOWARDS him!

The Bikini chick turned away from Zeryn to square off with Rick, eyes crackling with electricity.

And the robed one...stood there.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:05 pm

Oh well. Guess I'll go with the old close range standby.

One second, Rick was just slowly circling to the right in careful, measured steps. The next, he was encased in a whirling vortex and flying straight at Bikini.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:13 pm

Bikini darted back--she was VERY nimble in the air, even in these tight quarters. But she held off from more lightning, apparently unwilling to have it be caught in the whirlwind.

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:25 pm

John did a rather odd looking maneuver in an attempt to sling the rubbery goop at BikerChick.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:29 pm

But where John touched it, it stuck to his skin like glue, and BikerChick knew enough to keep her distance, now with a smug smirk.

And robe chick stood there.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:34 pm

Rick barely swerved before crashing into a display of priceless old Celtic artifacts. It was a close call, but firing off blasts of wind around the room wouldn't be any less dangerous to its ancient contents. For now, he resorted to flying at Bikini where she floated in the air, trailing her if he must to try to collide with her.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:57 pm

It was becoming a game of keep away, with Bikini trying to stay away from Rick--like I said, she was much more nimble, but she was also on the defensive, in a limited space, and slowly, very slowly, Rick was cornering her...

by **Rick Ferguson** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 6:11 pm

"I could do this all day, lady!," Rick shouted over the dull roar of the winds. Well, actually he couldn't, but there was no point in informing her of that.

Not that she would understand anyway.

Slowing down while staying in the air, he tried to guess her trajectory and fired a blast of wind just ahead of (he hoped) she'd be, near the upper part of a wall relatively devoid of ancient treasures from long ago.

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 6:24 pm

He smirked back. With his strength John was still able to pick his foot up, taking a piece of floor tile with him. Luckily he had only tried to use his leg to sling it.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 6:59 pm

Rick's blast hit the damnable quick Bikini, knocking her to the floor, sending the sceptery thing bouncing across the floor, which led to the pain being released from Rachel.

The tall robed one slowly walked over and picked the thing up.

Biker Chick frowned as John managed to rip through the floor, and fainted left before swinging the nunchucks to come down hard on John's right temple, designed to disorient.

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 7:35 pm

Which... bounced off harmlessly before he grabbed a hold of them. With a rumbling chuckle, he yanked hard.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 7:39 pm

...sending Biker Chick flipping over him---where she landed on her hands and sprung to her feet, after a *click* detached the barrel of the bazooka.

She shouldered it, pointing at John while backing away, smirking again, and reaching into a holster for something...

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 7:59 pm

John turned.

Oh hell.

He threw the nunchaku at her as he charged her. Because, hey, there was no good cover and he wasn't quick enough to dodge. His best chance was to get to her first.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:25 pm

She easily avoided the throw, rolling to her right, rising up on one knee, and then---fired the bazooka, with some kind of portable device she had slotted into a port on the side.

A huge glob of the brown sticky stuff was coming right towards John.

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:52 pm

Fuck!

He tried to leap out of the way. Unfortunately, as he was a person large in stature, he failed to avoid the goop which knocked him to the floor. He struggled to tear free.

by **Narrator** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:00 pm

And that's when Bikini girl send a bolt of electricity at the brown goop, shooting around Rick, setting the whole John-gloop thing ablaze with bright blue electricity!

And also leaving her wide open for any revenge Rick may want to take, assuming he could avoid BikerChick, who was swinging the heavy bazooka around to try another shot.

by **John Hino** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:09 pm

The bright light quickly ate away John's darkforce armor, allowing the electric shock to go completely unchecked. He screamed in pain as he flailed from the voltage pumping into him.

by **Zeryn** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:23 pm

Whaaaa...? Zeryn blinked and looked up as his vision cleared. Closing his eyes, he willed all of the water to start sloshing about the floor of the room now, and decided to do what no one else had done yet: He sent a solid stream of water pounding at Robe Chick.

by **Rick Ferguson** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:25 pm

And take the opening Rick did, descending and attempting to performing an aerial tackle against Bikini, though not with the mini-tornado blowing around him; in case Bikini didn't have superhuman durability, he was going to try not be responsible for her accidental death by being knocked through a wall.

by **Rachel O'Brien** » Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:29 pm

Blindly, Rachel flung herself towards Pinky Pie, trying to tackle her.

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:08 am

The water shot towards RobeChick, but as it reached her, it ended up freezing in an icicle.

"Fascinating," she said, observing it and then the scepter, still not attacking.

Rick slammed into Bikini, just dodging a blast of the brown goop from Biker Chick, slamming her into a wall. She cried out in pain as it sounded like something cracked.

Rachel got a hand on Pinky, causing her to stumble some in her dress, but she recovered and darted around a corner. The pain by this time, however, had gone, leaving Rachel more free to act.

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