((I am, but AP said she was putting on hold a bit so I held off. X3))
Rosie munched on cake, scruffing up the Urban Fellow's hair as she talked on the phone.
"Be happy to, champ. You're where? Hospital? Got it. On my way!"
With that, she scooped up the little kid under her arm, and leapt off, landing not long later outside the hospital....the landing from her leap making a rather significant crack in the sidewalk.
The black and white tail wagged genially. "That was fun." she said to Ace, carefully setting down UFoMW next to her. "This kid is cool. So what do we have to do?"
Japancakes.
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The Urban Fellow of Merry wit let loose an excited yell as Rosie launched herself and him through the air. The moment his feet touched the ground as Rosie let him down, he started running in circles around Acid Zero and the Congressman, screaming and laughing as if he was having the time of his life just getting dizzy.
"Not the word I'd use," the Khelari quirked an inquisitive eye at the Urban Fellow of Merry Wit. He'd have chosen 'spastic', but that was neither here nor now as he held the congressman up to Rosie, "Give this guy a whiff, would ya? Tell me if anything smells...off to you."
"Oh, that reminds me." he raised the amulet as well, "You wouldn't be able to track who or what this thing's linked to?"
He did indeed seem to be summarily ignoring Jase...
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Jase grinned and giggled to himself at Dires response. He tried to quiet himself by covering his laugh with the back of his hand but the chuckle just seeped out through his teeth. He stopped laughed to himself long enough to notice Dire flying past him toward the hospital. Geez, it was a joke, he huffed after her before she disappeared through the open doors.
I hate Paragon, Jase pouted, turning back to the group standing outside the hospital. You try and do anyone a favor around here, like lightening the mood with a joke or shadowporting them to the hospital and what do you get? Nothing. Actually turning to Acid and the congressman he continued his conversation with hand gestures and all, But thats better than the other crap they complain about. Am I right? Its either Waah! Stop resisting arrest! or Boo hoo! You killed too many hostages!. Its bad enough they complain about every little street block you blow up or a building arson here and there but even when you try doing something good, like rescue someone they still curse your name
sure you turn them over to someone even worse than you rescued them from but *still*!...
Jase kept raising his voice when the noise and music about them got louder and kept swatting a hand at the struggling man in Acids grip to keep him calmed down but apparently hed have none of that which was made clear by all the gasping and hoarse pleas for help he was scratching out.
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With crossed arms and a blank face, Jase stared at the helpless man silently for a moment before shifting his eye up to Acid. Hmmm, it seems he doesnt like you very much. Maybe you should hand him over to me instead. As he made the suggestion, Jase reached a hand toward the congressman in an attempt to remove him from Acids custody.|
Originally Posted by Congressman Alistair Wolfe
"Hey... killed a sena... spinal... a lot of pa... help me!"
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WAAAAAIT!
A tiny shout came from behind Dire as she prepared to burst into the barricade and then a small figure rushed between her and the door. The boy that had been creeping around in the dark halls stood before the magic ensorcelled fists of Dire with his arms spread in an attempt to halt the attack.
It was all over in a flash and the boy was sent flying through the shattered door, blood speedily spilling from his shredded body. His body lay motionless for a long moment while his brain registered the shock of the attack before his body twitched in pain. Still shaking, the boy struggled to prop his body up on an arm.
d .dont kill them he rasped while still wincing in pain.
Dire halted her assault on the doors , and peered at the fallen Boy , she seem unfazed by his injuries ,but stopped to speak with him ..
Kill who said anything about killing , someone has barred the door , someone does not want to let us in , someone is up to mischief in there , someone spoke to us , someone is going to get stopped ..but killed , no there is no need to kill , we can reduce them , then leave them to deal with life without power , killing is not the way ,Killing would leave them free to make more mischief , we know much better ways to deal with those someones
Stepping back a pace Dire looked again at the damaged door , and once more raised the long metallic wand , dark energies gathered at the head of the wand
move please , there may be splinters
The arm holding the wand waited a scant moment for the boy to move , then it swept down until the wand head was aimed at the door ..and then the energy was unleashed , striking hard at the door
..
Outside the hospital
Rosie wrinkled her nose and tilted her body away just a hair as Acid held the congressman up to her.
"eew. Do not want."
After a wry face and a pout, though, she reluctantly leaned forward to snuffle at the man a bit.
"Bergew, smells like politics and sweet, sweet lies. Pretty standard. Hrrrrrrm...though it's fairly strong, so better give it more than the preliminary."
Rosie closed her eyes, concentrating all of her attention on her sense of smell. A dog's sense of smell was like seeing visible tendrils of smoke, each a different color. Sometimes the scents combined into different 'colors' that made each individual scent comprising the combination hard to distinguish...but it was her job.
((And AP, let me know if she finds something. :3))
When Acid asked her about the pendant, she shook her head in irritation. "One thing at a time, boss, one thing at a time! ...Mm, cake... <3"
Japancakes.
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The woman in black smiled as the doors split open, slivers of ice tinkled on the cold floor. She felt the pain of the boy, a new servant perhaps, and issued a command to her slaves to take two steps backward.
Raising her left hand up and back behind her she made a motion as if she were cracking a whip. To the magically inclined, tendrils of dark energy flew at the prone figure of the boy - eager to nurse his pain and make him hers.
As the fronds of the magical cat-o-nine-tails sailed silently through the air the woman spoke to the figure of Dire Lament:
"You wouldn't want to harm any innocents now, would you? And as for stripping me of my power, I'm prepared to make a deal."
The air around the woman grew sharply cold as her right hand, unengaged for the moment, balled into a fist. She was drawing power from some other place.
"Bring me the congressman - the man who cut me down in the prime of my life and who took from me my most precious thing. Let me have my vengeance and then do with me as you will."
***
Angela Knowles extricated herself from her hiding place in the building manager's office.
She had heard the commotion outside and assumed that wherever the Doctor had gone, he was involved somehow in all the hubbub.
The file he had given her was most interesting. Nurse Celo, all her references, her past, was a construct. Pure fabrication.
Had she really hailed from New York though? It was possible. And why did she want the congressman? Was he responsible for her boyfriend's death? Equally possible, considering the man's connections with the 'Thorns, his expedient rise through the political ranks after a fairly mediocre career as a lawyer and his ability to be in the right place at exactly the right time.
Tonight was undoubtedly a new experience for him.
Both people were dangerous and capable of almost anything, at least that had been the brief from the Midnight Squad with regards to Alistair Wolfe.
The Matron reached inside her cardigan but instead of pulling out a pocket watch she had retrieved a black velvet bag. She edged close to the door of the office and removed a marble-like object. It shimmered even though there were no lights. She began muttering in latin under her breath and took hold of the door handle.
She had heard the commotion outside and assumed that wherever the Doctor had gone, he was involved somehow in all the hubbub.
The file he had given her was most interesting. Nurse Celo, all her references, her past, was a construct. Pure fabrication.
Had she really hailed from New York though? It was possible. And why did she want the congressman? Was he responsible for her boyfriend's death? Equally possible, considering the man's connections with the 'Thorns, his expedient rise through the political ranks after a fairly mediocre career as a lawyer and his ability to be in the right place at exactly the right time.
Tonight was undoubtedly a new experience for him.
Both people were dangerous and capable of almost anything, at least that had been the brief from the Midnight Squad with regards to Alistair Wolfe.
The Matron reached inside her cardigan but instead of pulling out a pocket watch she had retrieved a black velvet bag. She edged close to the door of the office and removed a marble-like object. It shimmered even though there were no lights. She began muttering in latin under her breath and took hold of the door handle.
Dires eyes watched the fronds of the magical cat-o-nine-tails , betraying her power of magical sight , the rest of her stood quietly waiting
as the fallen boy was attacked .
As the woman in black spoke , the gaze of the shinny black eye shifted and fell upon , in turn , each of the people the woman in black had enslaved , lingering for a heart beat on each one
Dires head snapped round to glare at the woman in black , her bodys posture changes , becoming erect and ridged ..
The voice Dire spoke with was low and deep , drawn from a ruined throat , tempered with raw pain ..
no .., no , no and no ..the wand vanished from her grip , freeing the hand to flex and spread wide its fingers ..the swirling darknesses around her sharpened ..
there are no more innocents anymore ..all that remains are us victims , ..the power is not yours , and you shall not keep it
,I do not bargain , it is not deals that shall be cut !...no more sacrifices shall you drink of ,
foolish one I am vengeance ,it is all we are now , ..your fate is set ,there are no more choices ..All is here and now
"
With no seeming effort Dire stepped half a foot into the air and slowly started to float towards the woman in black
.
Balgair's doctor was an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair. His nametag said Dr. T. Grimwald. The T. was for Thaddeus, and it was hard to tell if his aire of 'seen it all and am not impressed' was because he was a doctor in Paragon City, or because the money he came from was older than dirt. He examined the wounded mercenary captain scribbling things into the paper on his clipboard smartly.
"Looks like a rather severe concussion. You say she hit her head?"
Samwise nodded, "Boss is tough, you know, but the lizard man knocked her around with his bubbles and she smacked into the bridge."
Dr. Grimwald noted the scenario, 'patient was impacted by a projected force bubble, and collided with metal support structure of Valor bridge. Check for Tetanus. Likely double impact caused disorientation.'
"The head wound is largely superficial, but there is a chance it could be more severe than appears. I should like to monitor her overnight, and see that she gets bedrest for some days after."
Samwise shifted from one foot to the other, a rather distressing sign for such a figure. "Boss won't like that."
"Patients rarely do. This would be easier if the lights were on, not that I don't appreciate the lamps." He gestured to Sev and Ocnar, who were holding their machine gun flashlights over Balgair.
Grimwald looked the mercenaries over, "In fact, the switchboard is in the basement. Why don't you take your merry band and see if you can turn it back on?"
Samwise nodded enthusiastically. "That's a good idea. C'mon guys! Err...Sev. You stay with Boss."
Sev nodded and watched as his brothers in arms collected their guns and walked towards the basement stairs.
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Cinderstorm 50 Fire/Fire Blaster
Jase found a four-foot tall impediment between him and Acid Zero.
"Ninja man hungry for Marshmallows? :S" The Urban Fellow of Merry Wit was pointing a Toy Marshmallow Bazooka Launcher at him. His eyes were gleaming with dementia possessed of all children who knew they were in a position of power.
The magical force intent on enslaving the boy found resistance. The cat-o-nine-tails snapped back like an angry hydra. So there was something special about this boy. Never mind, she had enough protection from her slaves to fight the magical haunt closing in on her.
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"Fine! If you won't consider my offer then I'm forced to fight. A pity. I can feel your pain, whatever you are."| “ there are no more innocents anymore ..all that remains are us victims , ..the power is not yours , and you shall not keep it …,I do not bargain , it is not deals that shall be cut !...no more sacrifices shall you drink of , …foolish one I am vengeance ,it is all we are now , ..your fate is set ,there are no more choices ..All is here and now …" |
Her right hand, balled into a fist, rose in the air and from it formed a glittering, sharp sword. It howled with cold and although it looked fairly brittle, it also looked as though it could cut through steel.
"Children! Nurses! Doctor! Grab her!"
The slaves, as one, reached for Dire Lament's ankles - or at least where her ankles should be.
The woman in black readied her ice sword and, as the magical energy rebounded from the boy dissipated, her left fist started drawing power. Within seconds another blade of cold was in her hands and the smell of magic drifted over the morgue.
"When I am through with you, there'll be no more pain - and nothing will stop me from claiming vengeance!"
***
The congressman was regaining some sense of where he was. The loud music continued to play and the strange girl was sniffing him.
Whatever Acid Zerohad done to him was, it had to be said, working wonders for the pain in his back.
Then he realised his pendant wasn't around his neck.
"I need that pendant!" he cried, to anyone who'd listen.
Then he noticed Jaseclearly for the first time. His eyes widened.
"You're not... You're not REAL!"
Then his gaze took in the young boy, toting what looked like a thin bazooka. He resisted the urge of his brain to shut down and pass out. Instead his natural instincts as a politician kicked in:
"Say, little man, hows about you get that nice, shiny pendant back for me, huh?" his voice, though frail, dripped with oil.
"If you do, there'll be cookies for you!"
Anything, at this juncture, was worth a shot.
***
The Matron finished chanting, the orb in her hand glowed.
She heard more footsteps approaching from the stairwell and eased off the door handle. She figured that the odds of her survival were far greater if she went one-on-one with someone, as opposed to unleashing an attack against a host of opponents.
The footsteps grew nearer to the door so she deftly sprinted to a place behind the slumbering men in the office and crouched. The orb sparked, picking up a magical discharge from somewhere.
The door handle turned.
Outside the Hospital
"Stuff a sock in it, greaseball." Rosie growled, inspecting him. When she finally stood back from the man, she had a contemptuous look on her face.
"Just like the rest of them." she said, dusting her hands. "Rotten as a cat's promises. He's got demon stink all over him; if I know the flavor it's Thorns. Though that was to be expected, considering."
She folded her arms in disgust. "We better hang onto him for now. He's a scumbag but the Thorns want him."
Turning to Jase and UFoMW, she shook her head. "Don't you guys touch that pendant either, 'less you want a whole mess of trouble...It's all soul-sucking-tastic. Again with the Thorns! Man, when will you idiots learn not to mess with that stuff? You only have ONE soul." The last sentences were offhandishly directed at the politician again..
Japancakes.
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"I thought he was evil because he's fat and and bald and has a piggy face like all the bad suit guys from cartoons?" The Urban Fellow of Merry Wit turned to look at Rosie over his shoulder with a questioning look, still pointing the Marshmallow bazooka at Jase.
..to slow were the swarm of grabbing hands that sort to entangle Dires legs , for even as the Woman in Black started to speak Dire was moving
.
..straight up to the ceiling , magic carried her , swift and silently , there she turned and sped across the ceilings expanse , nimbly dodging the unpowered and dark light fittings
..Dires flight took her to the far side of the room from the doorway , with a soft thump she returned to the floor , turning in mid air to once more face the Woman in Black ..
I am Lucy .. claimed Dire .. ..and you think you can feel my pain .. no you havent even sipped a taste ..for I can see in you face you mind is still whole
I think you have no idea of what stands before you ..we are one now , you can not break us , you may cut us but we will no longer bleed
we know the folly of vengeance , when we were blind we sort it , but it holds no hope, no freedom , no release ..it only binds and corrupts ..if only you could see yourself ..you have let the pain win and now it rides you ..you are doomed ..
Dire muttered a few strange words , evoking powerful magics upon herself , and slyly drew a gold ring onto the middle finger of her left hand
all while advancing
(( using insps for Acc Dam Res , and temp power wedding band .+res vs all ))
Lying at the back of the morgue was a hexagram, fine trails of chalk and some other powder lay about it and five candles, almost burnt down to the stub, flickered uneasily in the cold air. A broken glass phial lay in pieces at the centre of the chalk drawing.
The woman in black whirled round to face her opponent. Dire Lament was advancing on her so she considered that the best option was to rush at her, ice swords forward, ready to strike.
The ring on the haunt's finger registered as old magic and it would be a good idea to remove it from Dire before she drew on her greatest powers to dispatch her target.
Sprinting towards her, the woman in black threw one of the ice swords aiming for the ring and then the other directed at the magical girl's head. With luck this would slow her down enough to unleash a greater assault.
Behind the two women the enslaved group of nurses, the doctor and children moved like zombies, still under the command to grab Dire. A couple of them had been hit by dark magic owing to their close proximity to Dire as she had flown over them, out of reach.
***
The congressman snarled at Rosalind and the UFoMW. Then something else registered with him: he was naked.
Ocnar lead the stack of Mercenaries as they traveled down the staircase. Wrapped in shadows and stealth, the Special Ops soldier set himself apart from the group, knowing that if he tripped any traps, the others would have time to dodge.
Samwise and the grunts: Moose, Knuckles, and Rick moved without the subtlety of their pointman but a random passer by would be just as impressed with the amount of firepower the group displayed.
As they walked deeper into the basement, tracing electrical lines, the group thought they might have heard scuffling going on somewhere in the basement, but didn't let it deter them from their mission.
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Ceus 50 Eng/Kin Corr
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Eyes shifting toward the crying congressman then back to Acid, Jase snickered and his cute little grin didnt fade. Look at the state you have the poor fellow in? Hes bargaining with kids to get away from you. Without deviating his eye, Jase swatted the marshmallow bazooka out of his face using the back of his hand as he moved past the lighthearted child and gripped the congressman under the arm. You can thoroughly question him inside now that hes awake, he suggested, his face turned serious but only for a moment as the grin reappeared, or do you need your buddies in the sky to tell you what to do? To supplement his grip, Jase now pulled the congressman with surprising strength.
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Still shaking and blood smeared on his face and hair, the boy in the basement looked upon the ensuing battle with a worried look. He wiped the blood from his eyes as he pushed himself up on his knees. The only thing left he could do was get away.
Raising up his right arm, the boy raised his hand with his palm opened to the ceiling yet he kept his head looking toward the ground. He held his arm up for a couple of seconds before quickly bringing it down and slapped his palm to the floor again. He lay still a long moment before crawling to the nearest wall and pulling himself up to limp through the broken doorway.
...or rather, that was the plan. Regarding Jase as a nuisance or not, Acid wasn't about to let anyone he didn't approve of so much as touch the congressman.
"No." he stated curtly to Jase as he approached (assuming he got past a certain obviously super-powered young man who likely had a nasty bag of tricks all of his own, that was), moving the nude man to his opposite side and taking steps to keep him out of the guy's reach while he spoke with Rosie.
"So should I explode this then?" the Khelari asked her, regarding the pendant like one would a very unappetizing meal, "Or implode? Or do you want it...?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((Pfft, nvm))
Outside the hospital
"Well, I wouldn't asplode it." she said thoughtfully, tapping her foot. "There's still souls in there, and they've gotta be extracted properly if they're gonna get where they're going. The LAST thing I need is more supernatural mournful souls who've been displaced from their eternal reward and feel like talking my ear off about it for two hours. Two hours Ace! Do you know how many sticks I can fetch in two hours?"
As Jase approached, she quirked an ear. "Hey, didn't I go to school with you?" she asked with a big grin. "Awh, Ace, he's cool, no worries."
Suddenly, she glanced between the congressman and the UFoMW.
"HEY." she said, pointing dramatically. "I think we better get Indecent Exposure Mc-No Pants a new barn for his livestock, or Bazooka Joe here is gonna end up in a psychiatrist's office in ten years for completely different reasons than I think he's already going to. Livestock can be traumatizing."
Japancakes.
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Jase was a twentieth of a second from being shot with a Marshmallow when Rosie suddenly said he was ok. The Urban Fellow of Merry Wit shrugged and tossed the bazooka over his shoulder. It flew in an arc about five feet, and then started flying straight up. 50 yards into the air, it exploded in a cloud of confetti.
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"A distraction! I collect those!" The Urban Fellow of Merry Wit shouted gleefully. There was a very brief pause, in which the immediate environment around the kid turned brittle, grew cracks, and shattered. His eyes also started to emit copious amounts of smoke. A little antenna sprouted from the kid's helmet. A hologram was projected to portray a middle-aged man wearing a plaid jacket with a Sherlock Holmes styled pipe, a thick moustache and a monocle. He began to speak in a cultured and scholarly fashion.| "HEY." she said, pointing dramatically. |
"Greetings person or persons present. This is a pre-programmed automated response which plays if the following conditions are met:
A: The designated ward has been exposed to indecency.
B: The designated ward's life is not in any immediate danger.
"The designated ward, name-" The hologram psychiatrist's voice suddenly turned to static and garbled junk for a few moments before returning to normal. "Has entered a state of suspended biological processing, and the 'event' has been scoured from his retinal processors and visual receptors. To prevent further indecent exposure, censorship will be applied in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."
As he counted down, there was the sound of rocket thrusters being fired. The remains of the turret-cake had flown all the way from the bridge, and was now hovering directly overhead. When the countdown hit '1' the rocket thrusters disengaged. The cake fell. Directly onto the congressman.
*SPLA-KATHUMBTH*
There was an explosion of something green and suddenly the congressman was now mostly clothed in A: Cake and B: A very malleable and opaque green substance that could have been called cement slime.
"Censorship has been applied. Further exposure to indecency is ill advised, and may lead to the following afflictions: Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Demonic Possession, Loss of Higher Intellect, Loss of Personality, Loss of Soul, Spontaneous Disintegration of Enamel, Malign Hypercognitive Disorder, Attainment of Nirvana, Atman, Om, Spontaneous Transformation into Jade Dragon, Spontaneous Transformation into 8-ball, Spontaneous Transformation into 10 x 10 x 10 Gelatinous Cube, Spontaneous Transformation into quote 'Magical Girl' unquote, Hair Loss, Loss of Feet, and/or the Ability to Apply Mind Control to the Color Red. Take care, and be safe."
The hologram vanished. Smoke stopped pouring from the kid's eyes and he blinked at the now cake-and-slime coated congressman. Then he turned to Rosie.
"Where's my distraction?!?" He demanded, stomping a childish foot down on the ground and with a pout on his face.
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(( THAT is absolutely freaking brilliant. Just had to point that out. *goes back to lurking* ))
| Censorship has been applied. Further exposure to indecency is ill advised, and may lead to the following afflictions: Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Demonic Possession, Loss of Higher Intellect, Loss of Personality, Loss of Soul, Spontaneous Disintegration of Enamel, Malign Hypercognitive Disorder, Attainment of Nirvana, Atman, Om, Spontaneous Transformation into Jade Dragon, Spontaneous Transformation into 8-ball, Spontaneous Transformation into 10 x 10 x 10 Gelatinous Cube, Spontaneous Transformation into quote 'Magical Girl' unquote, Hair Loss, Loss of Feet, and/or the Ability to Apply Mind Control to the Color Red. |
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
"Well..." Acid remarked, still holding the congressman over his head like an umbrella, having initially thought himself the cake's target. True, using a slimy politician as a meatshield was a tad unorthodox, but it had been a snap reaction, "That was new."
In addition, as if to answer the stomping boy's question, the red hole in the sky suddenly disgorged something that resembled a meteor roughly a meter in diameter, which in turn crashed to the ground not ten away with decent enough cacophony to send dust every which way and make a small, yet respectable crater. It didn't take long for the cloud to clear either, revealing what had caused it as the Khelari lowered the congressman to his side again.
A roughly human-sized and very gnarled tree in the approximate shape of some inhuman arm.
"Okay...?" the scaleless reptilian performed the equivalent of quirking an eyebrow, then split off a bit of his attention to take the amulet's necklace from his tail and between his fingers, offering it to Rosie, "Extracted properly, yeah? Would you mind terribly...?"
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"Relax, Ace, they're not goin' anywhere." Rosie said, pocketing the pendant. "Getting them out of that bind is way beyond me anyhow, I got no head for that delicate stuff. I'll hand it off to Emry or Steve when I get back to the ol' office."
Rosie jumped a little when the huge tree-like thing crashed into the ground, but shrugged, walking up to it.
"Hi tree! I'm Rosie!"
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((I have a little time and I thought the best way to use it would be to recap!
On the bridge: UFoMW and Rosalind (sp?)
Outside the hospital: Acid Zero, Congressman Alistair Wolfe II, Jase (sp?)
In the lobby: Balgair and her troops (and an unconscious driver, Charlie)
The basement: an (as yet) unnamed boy, Dire Lament, Matron Angela Knowles, Doctor Alan Carson, nurses and children, the woman in black
Heroes and Villains alike turned up, seemingly after a distress call from Charlie, the driver of the congressman's car.
Everyone seems to want a piece of the congressman!
At the close of the fight with the 'Thorns, the congressman and Acid Zero were whisked over the bay to the Bell Point Medical Centre via means of magical teleportation. The others followed as best they could.
The hospital remains in darkness, the lights having been cut by Doctor Alan Carson.
A mysterious woman in black now holds several nurses and children hostage in the morgue and it appears that the Midnight Squad are also involved.
Who knows what devilish tricks the woman in black intends to play on the congressman and her enslaved victims? Will Dire Lament be the one (or one thousand) to end it? Why does Acid Zero seem to be helping the congressman, rather than killing him? Why is Jase so relaxed about it all? Where does the Urban Fellow of Merry Wit buy his devious devices from? Has Rosalind had her jabs? And will Balgair come to her senses in time?
Stay tuned folks, for the final chapter of this tale of political intrigue and magical mystery! ))