Hermod

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Hey guys, this was my home for a long while. But the game lost my attention a little bit after I8. Wandered back when I found out about the invasion. So I'm back and thought I'd just let anyone who remembers me and still around know that I'm back.

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((O.O

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?

*ahem*

I mean, welcome back.

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Uh... trapped under a pile of junk... uh... junk with Mountian Lions sleeping in them...

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<.<

"Who loves Orange Soda? Hermod loves Orange Soda, I do, I do, I do-oh." Hermod said to himself as he grabbed a can of the orange bubble beverage and took a seat in his cramped apartment. He looked around for his tv's remote and once again considers sorting they pigsty that was his apartment. It wasn't his fault it was a mess really, when you're a magic hero you find all sorts of freaky stuff and sometimes you just can't trust M.A.G.I. to hold it. So Hermod had amassed quite a collect. At super speeds his hands ran through a pile of magical trinkets ranging from a demon bound to a bracelet to bullets with magic scrolls inside of them. All kinds of junk he should just throw out, but then who knows who might find it. His hands stop as he lifts an old piece of lovingly carved wood. He held it with a kind of reverence.

"How the hell? This should be in Boston! In the RDT vault or on display at a museum." Hermod said shocked as his fingers ran over it carefully feeling the wonderfully complex carvings on the foot long piece of wood. 'Wand's wand, wow... that brings back some memories..." Hermod said as he sat down and looked it as his mind drifted back to his year in Boston as a hero. Long before the whole crey mess and sadly only a year before the Rikti War. Hermod sighed.

He had been a part of a small super group, the Museum Guard they called themselves. It was really just a joke, the three of them were all magic origin and were somehow conected to the RDT (Bostian slang for the local mage guild). As such the three of them found themselves over and over again defending museums and old relics inside the RDT itself. It was Hermod himself with his weak ice control and a rifle full of rubber bullets, Easy Strider a straight up super speeder, far faster than Hermod could ever hope to be, and finally Wand, while his powers were totally dependent on this stick of wood he could preform feats far behind most Heroes ken.

Hermod sighed, those were good times. Running around, fighting villains, saving people, and all in Boston. Boston was so much calmer than Paragon. Then of course the war happened and that all changed. Boston got the crap kicked out of it during the war. Boston was one of the last places for the portals to appear and a such the least organized evacuation. They had all struggled to get people out of the city as quickly as possible. And Boston is not a good place to try to drive out of.

The congestion had been horrible. The roads were ready to turn into a riot. Hermod remembered that Wand eventually decided that the best way to get people going was to simple make the empty car float off the road. Easy Strider was searching for anyone left behind and Hermod, well he had been try to keep some sort of order. And then they came. Hermod shuddered in his chair as he put the seemingly invincible wand down and look out his window. Hermod didn't want to reflect on that day. He hoped something in Paragon's skyline would take his mind off of those days. Hermod very louded cursed fate and it's utter hatred for him as he looked at the Rikti ships outside.

In a second he had his rifle in hand. He pulled out his ammo belt and shook all the rubber bullets out of it. He opened his gun chest and pulled out real bullets and quickly loaded them. He grabbed his cape and lucky cowboy hat and was out the window and down the fire escape in a blink of the eye. "Alright, here we go again..." Hermod looked up at the sky, "IF YOU TWISTED FREAKS THINK YOU'RE GOING TO GET PAST ME TWICE YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER GOD DAMN THING COMING!" And with that Hermod turned his safety off.

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*Grabs Mr.Grey's hand and then gets kicked in the side by Burning Brawler and then promptly gives up trying to defend himself.*

Hey everyone, glad to see the people I knew are still around and it's great to meet those of you who weren't.

*Rubs side*

Thanks Cosma

As for Inventions Leo, I've made a few so far, but I'm still trying to learn how the whole system works. Been reading about it on Paragon Wiki.

And Arashi, good to see you again. I brought you back something.

*Hastily searches his pockets*

Uh... well, I have a paper clip...

MrGrey and MrKrazy good to see some new people around here. I can't wait to see your styles.

And as for Virtue Terminus, I have a lot of lowbie alts and one lvl 20 hero. But I'd love to play with you.

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WHAT?! You no say hullu to meh? I see how it is. >

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Hehe, sorry, missed you in the mass reply.

So just want to make sure of this, is SH101 dead? Same for the 24 hour virus? Shame, I loved the stories. Well, looks like I'm threadless.

*Goes into Thread hunting mood*

*Grabs Mr.Grey's hand and then gets kicked in the side by Burning Brawler and then promptly gives up trying to defend himself.*

Hey everyone, glad to see the people I knew are still around and it's great to meet those of you who weren't.

*Rubs side*

Thanks Cosma

As for Inventions Leo, I've made a few so far, but I'm still trying to learn how the whole system works. Been reading about it on Paragon Wiki.

And Arashi, good to see you again. I brought you back something.

*Hastily searches his pockets*

Uh... well, I have a paper clip...

MrGrey and MrKrazy good to see some new people around here. I can't wait to see your styles.

And as for Virtue Terminus, I have a lot of lowbie alts and one lvl 20 hero. But I'd love to play with you.

Hey guys, this was my home for a long while. But the game lost my attention a little bit after I8. Wandered back when I found out about the invasion. So I'm back and thought I'd just let anyone who remembers me and still around know that I'm back.

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Negative. But i10 is on test.

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Oh, didn't know that, well I intend to avoid that spoiler till it's live. But now I'm more excited than I was.

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Hermod, you're going to like the resolution of the second invasion then. And all your heroes are going to feel majorly depressed for killing even a single Rikti.

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Oh? I left after Issue 8 and only came back when I heard of the Invasion. Did they add something in Issue 9 to hint at the outcome of the story?

But yes, I'm really looking foward to the invasion and if it's anything like the Hydra Men revelation then I'm really looking foward to it.

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Oh, and before I forget, shot to kill on Rikti, I mean, we're still at war right?

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Depends on the faction. You'll understand better when you get Omega Level security clearance (usually at level 40, but it can be attained immediately after level 35)

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Did that one, I know the whole story. Hermod and well, all my heroes lived through the Rikti War, either as Heroes at the time or as normal people. It's hard to forgive or even trust someone who blew up your home town. Or fought against tooth and nail in a war. Hermod has a lot of trouble with forgiving them and or trusting that there's any real difference between the factions. They all invaded Earth, they all fought to kill us, even if they were just they guy tuning the laser or the guy firing it, they're all guilty of mass murder.

But that's how I look at it.

For my main, Hermod, it all depends on who he's fighting. Devouring Earth are mowed down with his gun (with the exception of the Devoured since they were once humans). For a long time Hermod killed Hydra because of their in game description as mindless monsters, of course a little story arc much, much later in game made Hermod feel like [censored] for killing so many Hydra men. Not going to run through every group, but for the most part my Heroes tend to kill the monsters in game. Lusca, Devouring Earth rock monsters and Tree monsters, Red Caps and the like are shot at with real bullets, everyone else gets rubber.

Oh, and before I forget, shot to kill on Rikti, I mean, we're still at war right?

Mayor Morale... I think. I atleast remember it being meantioned once.

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The comic section said only superhero stuff and general was only about COH. Sorry didn't mean to ask for help about something. So stupid of me. Won't happen again guys.

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I didn't mean to sound like a jerk, really. But uh, this is comepletely the wrong section of the forums. It's for Roleplayers to roleplay and set up roleplaying events. The Comic section talks about games all the time which is why I recommend it. But this section doesn't really have anything to do with anything other than CoX and writing stories.

Well, your second problem is you're asking in the roleplaying section. Peopl come here to roleplay their characters with others or post stories. You might want to try either the Comic section or the general discussion.

((Felt like throwing in a few more.))

Leveche sat down next to Cyba and moved her chair closer. The Fey smiled at her artist, "I'm thankful I found such a talented artist to inspire." She said as she started her Thanksgiving meal of Cyba's extra inspiration. Disappointed in not finding much extrar she went a bit deeper and stole a bit more. She'd replace it later.

Nostrum appeared late, the somewhat crooked African doctor smiled at the extra quests, "Oh sorry, late already?" He asked as he sat down and took his place, "Well, I'm thankful for the host of opertunities I've had this year to perfect my medicine. No offense to those I operated on." He said with a chuckle as he dug in.

"Right, well, thank you for joining us Midas and Reyna." He said as the meal continued.

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Figure Zero walked the PTS as it felt the energy of Mount Diable revibrating with it. "I'm thankful for the demon as old as time telling me what to do." The robot said as it moved along.

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Fallon hugged and kissed Scaku back, "You only have two more get out of lateness [censored] cards left though." She said with a laugh as they dug into the meal.

Meanwhile a dimensional doorway opened letting the odd group of Starshina, Back Door, Time Vagrant and Wand through. "Sorry were late." They said as they sat down.

Starshina went first for the group. "I'm thankful that this holiday offers free grub." He said in a Russian accent.

Back Door shook his head, "Wel I'm thankful for the Void Stalkers. Otherwise I'd have to find out about Quatum Cannns some other way." The Bitter Alien Hunter said with glee.

"Uh, right." Wad said as he put his trademark magical wand into his holister, "I guess I'm just thankful." He said vaguely as he started to eat.

Tme Vagrant put on an authentic Pilgrim Hat stolen from the orginal colony itself. "I'm thankful for time paradoxes and how they let me avoid causlity." The Time Theif said as he then pruduced Lincoln's Stove Pipe hat, "And how time travel lets me actually understand this holiday and how it has nothing to do with Pilgerims and everything to do with the American Civil War. Lets eat!"

A masked man and a cowboy walked in, "Bravo for Nilism." The cowboy yelled a bit unessacaryly at Schizo. "Get a load of the darkness on this guy Ziu, he's almost as bad as you without the whole self loathing bit."

The masked man revealed as Ziu turned and looked at the cowboy, "Knock it off Hermod. I think we're at the wrong house."

"I'm sure the others will find us." He said as he took a seat, "I'm thankful for so very many things. That my war buddies from the Rikti war are still alive and have rebuilt their lives. That my comdey career hasn't gotten any worse, though better would be nice. That I reached security level fifty... lots of things, you got anything to add little Z?"

Ziu sat down and scured a turkey leg with a spine. "Uh, sure. I'm thankful that Crey keeps making mistakes."

Fallon entered the room, the young inept witch walked over to the table and took her place across from Hermod so she culd glare at him. "I'm thankful for cold iron. Anyone seen Scaku?" She asked.

"Nope, sorry Fal." Hermod said.

"Don't call me that." She hissed.

"Right-o."

Robert Gross and Alex aka Tomboy walked in. "Alright, grub!" Alex said as she took a seat.

"You could atleast say what your thankfully for first." Rob said as he sat next to his roommate. "I'm thankful for Positron coming to give a seminar at the school."

"You and your obession with Positron." Alex said shaking her head, "Alright, I'm thankful that my gender can be easily kept a secret and I can be treated how I want."

"It makes it easier being as flat as you are." Rob mumbled like someone who had put up with the same joke being told over and over again. Rob suddenly found his face in the mashed patatos. Alex slowly lowered herself off the chair she was using for leverage to kick him in the back of the head with.

Boffin walked in with a bowl of something that smelled suspiciously spicy. "I'm thankful for Grants for SCIENTIFIC Research."


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At the Haven in an uncharted pocket dimension a gentleman and his villianly assocates sat down to eat. Author spoke up first, "I'm thankful for predictable polticitans and loyal asscocates like Dr. Phillis." He said as he sat down.

Honey Trap spoke up next, "I'm thankful for being with you sir." She said smiling at Author.

Cross the Werewolf spoke up next, "I'm thankful for wolfs bane and the mistaken belief that it affects me."

Alexandrite stood up, "Uh, I'm thankful that Author saved me from a life as a mindless drone..." The green skinned woman said turning red literaly and sitting down.

A being of pure existance appeared, "I'm thankful for the human concept of enlightenment." It did so much say as willed into existance.

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Somewhere in the Midwest Proto Matter watched a monitor waking Midas Phillis his arch rival and the object of both of their "affections" Cyba. "I'm thankful for Midas being such a fool as to miss some of my monitoring software! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The mad man said as his army of robots lined up being him.

As one the robots said, "We are thankful for our group mind which is thankful for it's ram upgrade."

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A young boy knocked out a secuirty gaurd with a quarterstaff as he put his hand on the alram system turning it off. "I'm thankful for all the businesses in the States effectively shutting down on thanksgiving." Lock said.

His sister appeared beinghim and used her mutant power to open the door. Key smiled and simply said, "Ditto."

Hermod nodded and took off putting out the few remaining fires. An artic blast of wind was all it took to put out an entire hallway. As he super speeded about looking for any more fires he tripped as his foot went through the floor. He picked himself up and moved away from the hole. This building had been condeemable before the fire, now there was no doubt that there might be a collapse. Hermod made one more quick sweep before finding Solar. "Looks pretty clea..." He looked at the Hellion, "Ow... what did you guys do to him?" He asked as he stepped foward and the floor creaked. He looked down a bit nervously, but the danger seemed to have passed. Then the whole floor broke away. Hermod flipped and ready his Hibernation spell to survive the fall when he hit the floor far too early. A very soild wall made out of tiles.

He blinked and stared about as the other Heroes and the Hellion joined them. It was an all too familiar sight for some. The drap insitition yellow walls, the bare floor, unflinching florecent lights baring down on them and the heavy metal door. It was a Council Prison cell. Hermod looked up at the ceiling looking for a quick escape to find the wall perfectly complete. "Son of a-"

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Cali felt a tremor go through the building. She felt the whole building tremor back from her echo location and the floor seemed messy. In to many places at once. It shouldn't be like that. It took her a moment to figure out what was actually happening as the floor fell apart and she fell into the cell with the others.

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Solid Shot felt the floor fell apart and he felt his sense of balance go off. he couldn't figure out which way was up and felt his world spinning. His CPU struggled to compansate, but the artifical horizan kept flitting about. It finally stopped when he hit the floor of the council prison.

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Chance Card. Processed to Go, Do not Collect 200 dollars Went off in Hallucinogen head. It was a forgein voice, one he had never heard before. Suddenly a Hellion barreled out of the Building looking for a safe get away and saw Hallucinogen. He paused and pulled out an unlit moltov cocktail and just chucked it at him. It smashed into Hallucinogen and forced him to take a step backwards. Which unfortunately was into an open Manhole. He regained his footing in the Council Prison cell looking at everyone else. Hermod waved, "Nice to meet." He said. "This everyone? Alright, so, any ideas on what happened to us and what that means?" He pointed at some writing on the wall.

It read, "A man is locked into a Prison Cell seven years. His only access to water was in the room next to him. A thick iron door stood between him and the water. Yet the man managed to survive his sentence. The Gaurds Never gave him water, only food and he had no tools to make a hole in the door or wall. How did he survive?"

((All good games have rules and here are the rules for the Council Prison Cell.

1. It is completely indestructable. No power, no matter how great can break it in anyway.

2. No power can mess with the lock, all attempts to pick the lock will fail.

3. Phase Shifters can not pass through it.

4. Any outside communication has been cut. Abilities with great range can not exit the cell. Almost as if the universe ends at the edge of the cell.

5. There are no secret doors.

Alright, now you get to try and find a way out. I promise that there is one and the Riddle is the clue. Good luck. Hermod will give a few hints later if no one gets it.

And I promise it won't be all riddles. But A Simple Game is set up to be more of a thinking game than a Hack and Slash. Oh, and if I missed anyone I'm sorry, please insert yourself falling into the Cell. No method is too contirved. And just to clear up, I left Journey Man out because I think he was Solar Freeze and Coldfire, so he fell down with them and Hermod.))

Hermod sighed as th presistant camera man made himself a nucience. The bottom floor seemed rather clear and he had put out all the fires he could find. The building seemed to be cooling downing, maybe it was his imagination. He let out a blast of Artic wind at another fire as he climbed the stairwell. There didn't seem to be many Hellions left. So all that was left was getting the last few, smothering a few more fires and finding out what the Hellions were up too. Hermod opened a door and found the rest of the heroes. "Just slacking off in here?" He asked looking around.

"Hellions?" Hermod asked. Odd, they were obvious suspects, but why here? "I got nothing so far... uh, I actually I could use a roster. Sorry guys, can't keep track of all the papers. I'm Hermod, I'm a magic ori-" Hermod was cut off as a Hellion tried to break a bottle over his head. It hit and Hermod stumbled and then he turned around and whipped him with his ice sword. The blade broke as it hit the Hellions chest and forced him against the wall. The blade reformed and Hermod made a down ward strike meant to knock out the Hellion as it struck his head. Hermod readjusted his hat, no one messes with the lucky hat. "Sorry about that. I'm Hermod, and I'm a magic origin blaster, pay no attention to the rifle on my back, it's magical, somehow, I swear." Hermod said.

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(OOC: Uh, Rikti aren't from space)

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((Indeed, this actually goes against their whole story as far as I can see. Sorry mate.))

Hermod blinked and looked at the camera man. Hermod was the PR face of a psuedo two man team up of him and Ziu. Ziu had no real interest in explaining why he fought Crey. Hermod wasn't interested in explaining either, but he owed it to his friend to put a face on his cursade, someone to take the blows from Crey's lawyers. So this was nothing new to him, sorta. This was a very odd reporter indeed. "Alright, buddy, put the camera away." Hermod said as he took the comm device. "Anyway, good plan, I like it." The flash went off again and Hermod sighed. "Not the time buddy." The flash went off again. He gave up and went into the building through the front, "I should warn you Shutter Bug, I'm the Baffling Hermod, not Statesman, I don't move newspaper stories, if you want that look for little Z, he moves newspapers. Just don't get in his face, he thinks all Reporters are in Crey's pocket."

Hermod turned the actual heroes. "Alright, flush them out, arrest them, and put out the fires. Then it's back home for tea and metals. Sounds good?" He asked and without waiting summoned an ice sword. He stabbed it through the door and ducked. Fire rushed throught the gap, but the ice sword kept regenerating itself until he killed the back draft. he adjust his lucky cowboy hat. "And I doubt we'll find anyone that's not a hostile, but keep an eye out anyway." Hermod said as he opened the door.

((You get three quesses as to who our mystery arsonists are, but the first two don't count. You know it yet? Yep, Hellions. Enjoy your Hero Fodder. ))

Hermod rushed up in his normal fashion, with all the grace of a carnival clown. He screeced to a halt and looked at the other heroes. He decided not to ask what had drawn them out here. He figured they'd all have the same story as him, something had happened, they just didn't know what. He hated when that happened. "Good day Comrades in Arms." Hermod called out, "I'm glad I'm not the only one crazy enough to come out here." He said with a smile and opened his hand and unleashed a frozen gust of air to try and put the flames out. He quickly relieved he wasn't going to make a dent in it like that. "Anyone know if there's anything ali-" A Moltav Cocktail flew out of the third floor and exploded on the sheild. "Check that! Okay, we got someone in there. Who wants to rush blindly into the burning building first to arrest them?" He asked pulling out his Custom Fraken Gun.

((Yay! I'm glad you guys want to join. Hope it lives up to your standards.))

I have one for Rularuu, the Herald of Fathim. A forcefeild/Lighting Defender. His concept was that he was just a normal human in the Shadow Shard, a surivor who constantly fought against the Minions of Rularuu. Durring his exploration of the Shadow Shard he came to the Chantry and hid within it. Fathim let him in an sheltered him from the attacking creatures. Sensing that an expadition from Earth had arrived he endowed the human with powers so he could help lead the natives to safety and try to recuit those from Earth to fight to save the Shadow Shard...

What a wonderful thing a game is. It can start with anything and go anywhere. There no need to worry about anything while playing a game, after all, all games are safe to play, aren't they? Of course they are. And if anyone could use a lighthearted break it's the Heroes of Paragon City. So over worked and taxed to their lmits everyday. It really is a shame.

And then there was a smile.

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Hermod rode his motorcycle through the streets of Paragon City feeling the wind whip his face. God did it feel good. Or should that be Gods? Sometimes he really wished he didn't know everything he knew. But if he didn't there wouldn't be anyone to make the difference only he could with his knowledge. It wasa heavy burden, but he hadn't given up on carrying it yet.

Dressed in a tee shirt and jeans with a bandalier across his chest. Other than that and his cowboy hat he looked like a civilain. Paragon City slang for Heroes like Hermod is a Denim Avenger.

His paranatural senses went off. Well, to be more precise, a runic spell he had had placed on the top of his hand went off. He pulled his bike over and stared at it. Something had happened, but he didn't know what. The rune faded as the disturbance passed. "Damn." He tapped his left hand trying to resummon the spell. He sighed and gave up. It had been pointing north. He could use his super speed to check every zone as he traveled north, but that would take too long. If something had happened and faded that quickly the threat could already be over.

"Shortcuts it is then." He took off into an alley way and utilised the shortcuts only he knew about, the kinds that only an Asgardian could access, or atleast an honorary substitue. Hermod blowed into a brick wall of the alley way and disappeared as if he had never been. Six second later Hermod reappeared in Steel Canyon from another alleyway. He drove around for a moment until he was content Steel Canyon wasn't floating away from the Earth and turned into a parking lot and and drove towards one of the parking spots. Hermod kicked his bike like you would a horse and the headlight flickered on. He suddenly dropped downwards into the blacktop without anyone noticing. Hermod reappeared ten seconds later driving through a window in Boomtown. The bike seemed to hover for a moment as Hermod held out his hand and cast a spell making an ice ramp to plow down that promptly melted behind him.

The bike screached to a halt. Boomtown was no place for a motorcycle. He got off and concluded that it was also no place for a super speeder. He held down his brown cowboy hat as he ran through the zone and paused. A building was burning. Hermod stared. "Who the hell lights a building on fire in a destroyed city?" He asked and then shook his head as he charged in to save the day. Again.

((The story of A Simple Game is well, simple. Someone is messing with the Heroes of Paragon City. No one knows who or why and his first act is to light a building in Boomtown on fire. A word of caution. This isn't "ZOMG I can pick my nose and destory the world!" in anyway. Infact, Heroes who think of striking first and asking questions never are at a sever disadvantage. Most threats are intangible at best. So hopefully this will be a fun game.))

Io was beaned by her own attack and stopped escaping to rub her 'wound'. She looked around trying to figure out what just happened.

Io sighed as Ani left and laid back on top of the tree fort. She heard the chaos happening below and wondered what she should do about it. She ran up onto a branch and looked donw the tree at Anna chasing Danica. Well, there was no obvious side to join... She pulled out her slingshot and fired a bouncy ball at Anna. She chuckled as she withdrew down the branch.

Io saw Craig up in the tree and reached into the kitty backpack pulling out a sling shot. She loaded it with a pebble and launched it at the ballon Craig was holding and laughed when it exploded in his hand, that was until an uncontrolled spray of water hit her from the hose. She spurtered and ran behind the tree to escape the down pour. She heard Rosalind blaming Nessie and Experiment. Sounded like a good time to disappear and let matters be sorted out. She climbed up the tree until she was on the roof of the tree fort. Safe she rung out her dress and hung up her backpack to dry.