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Bayou Baddies..?
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IC Date is Laundry Day, February 1st, 1971.
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[Gulf City] The Crater
This area of town, whatever it used to be, is now a large, one-mile
square crater that is fenced off, because of the strange energy within
it. A pedestrian walkway leads through the area, but for the most part,
it is impassable. Detour signs point the way to the other streets in the
area. Warning signs of "DANGER: Dimensional Distortion. Do not Enter!"
are posted.
In the farthest northwestern corner, a chilling, arctic wind blows in a
circle, from out of nowhere, and goes no further than the small 40 yard
(diameter) area surrounding the woods. The plants are nothing like
anywhere else on the Island. Crabgrass grows from the rich soil, and a
path leads through the dense wood of evergreens, firs, pines and oaks.
Even odder, the path leads into the crater and vanishes as it gets to
the temporal field. Entry to the forest is blocked by a fence put up by
the city.
LAUNDRY DAY FESTIVAL, February 1st, 1971: Large crowds of the island's
citizenry are gathered here to make sacrifices of socks to the
mysterious vortex. Police have barricades set up, as well as the more
permanent fencing, so as to keep people from slipping too close and
perhaps being caught up in the still-unexplained weirdness that is now a
part of this area.
********HEROES********
Reshape
You see a humanoid form, nearly 6 feet tall, its features as vaugely
defined as those on a store mannequin. Its face is blank but for two
eyes, solid deep blue. Its skin is rough and textured like asphalt, and
patterened in fine splotches of white, gray, and blue. The texture and
color patterns shift slowly across the skin, like clouds passing across
the sky.
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Dasher
She stands at about 5'6" and 100 lbs, with dark brown (nearly black)
eyes that are slightly almond-shaped. The rest of her features are
difficult to discern beneath the mask.
The costume she wears is brightly colored, mainly red. Across her chest,
from her left shoulder to her right hip, is a stylized yellow lightning
bolt that stops just above the cerulean blue belt. Her gloves and boots
match the yellow of the lightning. A blue mask covers most of her face,
with only her dark eyes and her lips being seen.
She seems happy, smiling pleasantly.
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Thunderstrike
Thunderstrike is a well-muscled man, probably in his mid to late 20's.
He stands about 6'2, with short-cropped blond hair and blue eyes.
Thunderstrike wears a cobalt blue bodysuit with white gloves, boots, and
cape. White piping runs down either side of his body.
Thunderstrike moves and talks with a fluid easiness. He seems pretty
relaxed and at home in most environments.
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Ce'cetar
The figure before you is male, and not a bad specimen either: 6'3,
almost overmuscular, and smooth, pinkish, mostly hairless skin. An
attractive (COM 18) face is framed by short black hair, and
almond-shaped pale watery blue eyes regard their surroundings. The guy
could *almost* pass for a weightlifter, or some kind of model.
The *almost* is his set of aquatic features: a series of gill slits
running down either side of his neck from just behind his ears down to
just above his chest, the webbed fingers and toes, and especially the
series of fifteen or so small outward-pointing claw-like ivory
protrusions on each forearm and each leg below the knee. (Distinctive
feature, concealable, noticeable)
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Dragonfist
An asian man, from the color of his skin and facial features. The man
has shoulder length black hair and brown eyes, with a lean and slightly
muscular build, and weighing maybe 175 or 185 pounds. He's easily in his
late 20s or early 30s.
A brightly colored shirt of silk is worn, the sleeves wide and loose
fitting. The shirt depicts a colorful eastern dragon winding about the
garment, wreathed in orange-yellow flames. The cuffs are lined in black,
while a string criss crosses at the front of the neck for adjustment. A
black strip of cloth wraps about his head, with holes for eyes. The
pants are an equivalent color of black as are his asian style
slippers.
A calm, passive look is upon his face at the moment. His eyes slowly
take everything in about him.
********VILLAINS********
Belle
Belle is a very tall woman, topping 7 feet, with a well-muscled form.
Her hair is a great blue-black mane, and her eyes are sky-blue. She's
wearing a green and gold bodystocking that covers her from neck to hips,
leaving her shoulders, arms, back and legs bare.
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Boudreaux
Boudreaux is a thin man, not quite 6 feet, and with a runner's physique.
His blond hair is cut short, and his eyes are a scintillating green.
He's wearing a green and gold bodystocking that resembles a muscle shirt
on top, and the leggings are tucked into a pair of calf-high red boots
with rugged tread along the bottom.
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A whoosh and gust of wind is heard as Dasher runs through the streets.
She skids to a halt near the safe-edge of the crater. She lobs a couple
pair of socks in, and watches as they disappear. "Groovy."
Ce'cetar wanders from booth to booth, strolling slowly and looking
around at all the sights. He wanders by where people are throwing socks
into the vortex, and briefly regards his own webbed toes; he has never
needed footwear before.
Dragonfist stands atop a rooftop, gazing down on the crowds and the
forest. He frowns. This is dangerous, and reckless. Anything could
happen, and these people would be vulnerable.
Reshape walks down the street, taking in the weirdness of this
exceedingly strange holiday. He holds a small folded brochure which
attempts to explain the history of the holiday.
Thunderstrike walks towards the crater, with a corndog in one hand and a
sock in the other. He smiles as he balls up the sock and pitches it into
the crater.
Fireworks bang, pop and flare overhead. The lights streak and explode
high up in the night sky, making a dazzling display.
Dasher notices Thunderstrike, then winks, "That's a nice big corndog,
George."
Thunderstrike says, "Well, it's never really a size issue with me."
Dasher nods, "True. Still, it looks luscious. How is it?"
Ce'cetar looks up suddenly and ducks as the fireworks explode
overhead.
People of all kinds walk up to the barricades and toss all manner of
socks in, interspersed with other odd assortments of clothing. Police
are stationed at regular intervals to make sure no one tries to get
_too_ close.
Dasher pouts, "You know, I can't even ask you for a bite of it. People
will find it racy." She looks around, "Well, I guess the vendors don't
like to be here."
Thunderstrike says, "Corny. Hey, I wanted you to know, I got a letter
from my brother today. He's in a medical hospital. He's all right, but
he picked up some sort of rash that's keeping him out of combat. Small
blessings, I guess."
Dragonfist raises an eyebrow. Why such a celebration for a folly, if
anything? Many lost their homes and businesses in the incident, and it
is very well...irreversible. Hopefully, these people won't get too
rowdy.
Reshape stops at a booth. He pulls out money (Where from is a good
question, but there it is), and purchases some kind of unidentifiable
meat-on-a-stick thing.
Dasher grins, "That's great! I'm glad he's going to be okay."
The fireworks pop red, blue, green, streaking and then snapping into
flares of multi-colored light high above.
Thunderstrike says, "Yep. And hopefully, soon, he'll be coming
home."
A close group of college boys start walking up to the crater slowly. One
of them is carrying a large paper bag.
A blue pulse of light flickers, a bolt that shoots up from the trees on
the far side of The Crater.
Dasher blinks and frowns, "Um, that's ...weird fireworks? I wish Lookout
were here."
Dragonfist eyes the boys, and then the pulse of light. Raising an
eyebrow, he repositions to try and get a better look at the source of
the bolt, making a mental note of the college students.
Reshape examines his meat-on-a-stick meal for a moment, then inserts it,
in one motion, stick and all, into roughly where his mouth would be if
he had one. No visible opening forms, but the food is gone. There is a
faint crunching, chewing sound.
The bolt races into the sky, then tears itself apart into a tower of
sparks that scatter in all directions, fading out almost
instantaneously.
Thunderstrike shrugs, "It may just be something new." He looks towards
the college boys, "Hey, Richard! What're you doing there?"
Ce'cetar reacts to the blue bolt like any other firework.
Richard looks up to Thunderstrike and grins. "Hey yourself! We got this
year's ...sacrifice--" (giggles among all four boys) "--right here. Take
a look!" He opens the bag slightly for Thunderstrike to look in.
Dasher peers over past Thunderstrike's shoulder to see.
Thunderstrike takes a look into the bag.
Reshape, still chewing somewhere inside, cranes his head back to watch
the fireworks.
Dasher blinks and then pretends to have not seen.
Thunderstrike smirks, "Does it have a name?"
From the far side of The Crater, a whoop is heard that easily carries
over the excited thunder of the crowd. Before it fades, a familiar
whooshing sound is heard. Then a scream!
Richard looks blank for a moment, then to the other guys. "Uhh...."
Leon, at the back, quite calmly shoots back, "Princess Sockelina."
Dragonfist immediately breaks out in full speed, leaping from rooftops
around the edge of the crater towards the source of the
disturbance...
Richard proudly repeats it because it sounds so confident. "All right!
Princess so-- huh????" Okay, not so confidently.
Thunderstrike says, "Uh, be right back, Richard..."
Leon says, "Oh, like you had something better... where, uh, is
he..."
Dasher tenses up. o O (Yes, I know my hearing isn't as good as yours.
I'll check it out. Yes, I -know- it sounds like ..) She runs over
towards the whooshing sound.
Thunderstrike bows to the bag, "Your sockiness," and begins to move
towards the sound.
From the far side of The Crater, more screams, shouts added in, and then
the wrenching of metal!
Reshape hears a scream off in the distance. He starts to walk to the
edge of the fence, so he can get a better view.
Ce'cetar becomes frightfully aware of the metal-wrenching sounds and
looks to the crater. He takes a running leap or two through the crowd to
get closer, nearly knocking people over.
Dasher gasps, "Oh my god. Green and red don't go together." Her eyes
widen and she gulps.
Boudreaux says, "Ev'ybody's a critic, no?"
Dasher tells Boudreaux, "I heard screams over here. What's shakin'?"
Richard says back to the group, as he starts hustling everyone away,
"You know what this means, don't you?"
Ted says, "Yeah... another twelve months to think of a better name than
'Princess Freaking Sockelina'!!"
The college boys leave.
Dasher tenses up, her skin vibrating a bit as energy washes over her.
"Did you see anything?"
Boudreaux examines his nails casually, then jerks a thumb over his
shoulder. "I see plenty, chere. F'instance, I see that you payin' me too
much attention." From behind him, there's another shrieking crunch of
metal. "She don' like dat none." He jerks a thumb back at a *tall*
woman, who's crushing a barricade into a small mangled ball, an
unconscious cop lying at her feet.
Belle smirks. "Hey, l'il girl. You wan' play?"
Dragonfist leaps from the rooftop to just before Boudreaux and Dasher.
"I am sorry, sir. This is a restricted area. Likewise, assault of an
officer is a felony. Please cease and desist, or I shall be forced to
stop you." The funny part? The monk is perfectly serious.
Dasher regards Belle, "I don't swing that way, sister. But I got just
the one for you."
Ce'cetar approaches quickly, but warily, half-leaping through the crowd
to get to the disturbance. He sees the man in green and red, and thinks
. o O (I cannot shoot at them with this crowd. At least I know what to
expect from the female. He could do almost anything.) He draws his
translucent garasha knives and tries to ready for anything that the
mystery duo might throw at him.
Dasher does a head indication of Dragonfist, "He'll play."
The crowd in the immediate area around Belle and Boudreaux is beginning
to scatter.
Belle grins ferally. "Then I reckon I'll have to see how well he holds
up. Hey, sugah, CATCH!" She then hurls the ball of metal at
Dragonfist!
Dasher winces. o O (Okay, yeah. Yes. I'm sure George can do it.) She
tells Belle, "Okay, so what's the deal? What's your bag? Just here to
throw your weight?"
Thunderstrike lifts off from the area near the crater, and flies towards
the disturbance.
Boudreaux chuckles. "I *tol'* you."
Dragonfist blinks in surprise, smashed by the ball. The metal digs into
his flesh, and blood spatters onto the pavement. He falls to the ground
with a grunt.
Belle's eyes light up. "I *got* 'im, I *got* 'im!"
Reshape . o O (Something's going on ... waay over there.) Reshape
ponders for a moment, then stands still and concentrates. His flesh
ripples, tissues and bones shifting under the skin. Reshape's limbs
start shifting shape, legs extending and thickening and arms taking on
an accordian-like appearance.
Dasher sprints forward, and attempts to get the unconscious cop out of
Belle's range.
Boudreaux moves like summer lightning, stepping in front of Dasher even
as she comes off her starting stance. "I thought you was a fast one,
girl. Let's see if I'm faster!" He then throws a punch right at Dasher's
nose!
Dasher is taken off guard as she turns to look at the cop. Boudreaux's
fist hits her and she blinks, "You getting fresh?"
Boudreaux grins. "Aw, girl, you don' WANT my special charms, not over
here you don'!"
Belle frowns. "Don' play wit' dat girl, just HIT her!"
Dasher tell Boudreaux, "You're endangering people." She sprints forward,
and attempts to get the unconscious cop out of Belle's range.
Dasher grabs onto him, getting him out of the combat area. o O (I
know..but now, someone can use a wider thing..)
Boudreaux looks over at Belle, then blows her a kiss. "Relax, doll, I
got dis one under control."
Ce'cetar sizes up the competition, and decides the beefy woman is the
greater threat to everybody. . o O (The male hits like a baby
squid.)
Boudreaux looks over at the leaping Ce'cetar, while Belle glowers up at
Thunderstrike.
Dragonfist lays there for a moment, finally fighting his way through the
red haze of pain.
A teenage girl gawks down at Dragonfist.
Boudreaux rubs his chin. "Now DAT is a sight I ain't seen since de last
time I ate crawdad. Lemme get a closer look." With a WHOOSH and a
tornado of air left behind, he streaks towards Ce'cetar, stopping
several yards in front of the aquatic hero. "Man, you is one UGLY
sonuvvagun!"
Ce'cetar looks at Boudreaux and growls at him as if he were some sort of
irritation. He takes an opportunity-swing at the sartorially tragic
speedster with his knives.
Thunderstrike flies over to where Belle is standing, "Ma'am, maybe you'd
like to tell us what the heck you hope to accomplish here, and there
won't be so much trouble."
Belle smiles a sultry smile. "I shorely would love to tell you jus'
about anything yo' l'il ol' heart deSIREs, you great big handsum hunk'a
man!" She crouches, the muscles in her legs bunching. "You jus' wait
right there, and yo' honey Belle will be right up."
Thunderstrike says, "Hey, hey now. Won't your carny worker boyfriend get
jealous?"
Belle LEAPS up at Thunderstrike, but the agile hero twists aside at the
last moment, and she sails on by with a muttered curse that a lady isn't
supposed to know about. She continues on in an arc that lands about 4"
to one side of Boudreaux.
Reshape glances over at Boudreaux and Ce'cetar, then leaps up and runs
across the ground to close on Belle. He comes to a stop about twenty
feet away, then crouches down, preparing to reform his body again.
Dasher gets the unconscious cop over to a conscious one and sets him
down, "You'll be okay now." Then, she turns to run back into the fray.
"Now, I have to save Dragonfist. Geez. I have to train with him and tell
him, 'No no, see Kung Fu types, you're supposed to weave and dodge, not
stand there and take a punch.'"
Boudreaux flinches back from Ce'cetar's 'handshake'. "Now look here,
son, dat weren't nice a'TALL. I t'ink I'm gonna haveta show you how we
treat our food back in Looozyanna." He then throws a series of
rapid-fire punches right at Ce'cetar's head! "FIRST -- y'gotta tenderize
it!"
Ce'cetar brings an arm down, but not in time to take a series of hard
hits to the gut. Then he looks up at Boudreaux and emits a low, dirty
laugh that food is NOT known for making.
Ce'cetar intones, "I do not feel tender yet. Perhaps you meant to do
this?" in a voice that sounds either merely angry or actually hateful.
And he shifts the knife in his hand and attempts to punch. Boudreaux may
be fast, but Ce'cetar's speed is still superhuman, and it's probably
just a matter of time before he hits. And the way he's swinging, he'll
hit hard.
Boudreaux blinks, frowning.
Ce'cetar connects solidly to Boudreaux's gut, and sends him flying
backwards, grinning. (That is, Ce'cetar is grinning, not Boudreaux.)
Dragonfist grumbles slightly, before attempting to kip up.
Boudreaux is himSELF a bit tenderized as Ce'cetar connects with a
slamming blow that knocks the cocky meta backwards for several yards! He
rolls and tumbles, ending up back on his feet. He looks back up at
Ce'cetar with murder in his eyes. "Oh, you gon' PAY fo' dat,
fish-man!"
Dragonfist takes a moment to look around, waiting to act...
Thunderstrike rockets over towards Belle, "Well, if you're going to tell
me 'any ol thing', why don't you tell me how this feels?"
Belle stiffens as Thunderstrike's attack cleanly hits her. Her hair
stands up on end a bit, and her fists curl. She sneers up at the
weather-controlling hero. "That all y'got, honey lamb moon pie? I felt
more of a thrill at the drive-in last week!"
Dasher thinks . o O (I wish Lodestone were here.)
This time, Belle says nothing, but merely growls as she again LEAPS up
at Thunderstrike!
Belle grins at Thunderstrike. "Hello, lover. Miss me?" She then
-squeezes-.
Thunderstrike gasps a bit, "You don't hug as well as your sister."
Belle screams in Thunderstrike's face. "Oh no you DIDN'T just say that
to me!"
Thunderstrike says, "And she's got better breath. Do you ever
floss?"
Boudreaux takes a quick scan around his area, noting that the crowd is
trying to flee, the cops are still fumbling with their holsters and
getting nearly stampeded by the crowd. He notes Belle and Thunderstrike
dancing, then looks back at Ce'cetar. "I'm gonna haveta teach you some
manners, I am. Say yo' prayahs."
Dragonfist frowns. "I'm sorry. But you had your warning." Leaping into
the air, he lands in the man's path, reaching to grab him...and fling
into Belle. "And I do not appreciate violence towards myself or my
comrades."
Boudreaux looks over his shoulder at Belle while dusting himself off. "I
reckon I betta finish dis afore you get too attached to yo' boyfrien'
dere." He looks over at Reshape, winks, then is GONE in an eyeblink,
hurtling straight towards Ce'cetar. "Hey dere, Sparky! 'Member me?"
Dasher suddenly changes direction and moves over to Boudreaux, then
starts running a tight circle around him. "See, the guys are always
complaining that I give them the runaround. But, this is groovy, because
now CeeCee can hit on you. Although, I don't think you're his type."
Dasher runs quickly, the wind building and lifting Boudreaux off the
ground.
Reshape glances around him, at the combat fully in swing. He crouches
down, becoming more compact and sturdy as his body re-arranges itself.
Seconds later he is clad in exoskeletal armor, and has grown clubs where
his forearms were.
Dasher continues running the circle around Boudreaux, getting faster and
faster.
Dragonfist turns to Belle, "Your brother is disabled. Surrender now. We
do not wish to harm you, but will use whatever force necessary to stop
you."
Ce'cetar thinks . o O (What is he doing?!?)
Dasher thinks . o O (I really have to train with him more, so he starts
getting with it.)
Ce'cetar listens to Dragonfist and scowls -- no kills today, the
sea-warrior is probably thinking. He instead shifts a little, putting
Boudreaux between himself and Belle, and ...waits to see what she
does.
Thunderstrike listens to Dragonfist and inwardly shakes his head, but
his eyes begin to glow electric blue, "I'd listen to him, sugar."
Ce'cetar snarls back to Boudreaux, "Are you feeling tender yet? Is this
where you would start *cutting*?" He takes a step to the side, lining
the held man up between himself and Belle, shifts his garasha knife in
his hand so the blade is out ...for a moment. Then he sticks the blade
back to the side, hops up and gives Boudreaux another resounding
thwack.
Dasher winces as Boudreaux is smacked out of her whirlwind, "Ouch, don't
kill him!"
Dragonfist frowns, "Ce'cetar....I will not go so far as to ask a warrior
to change his methods. But we do not want to kill, if it can be
avoided."
Ce'cetar growls something unintelligible and gives Dragonfist a sideways
glance.
Boudreaux saiiiiiils like a slung stone, arcing from Ce'cetar's savage
attack towards Belle. He SLAMS upside down into her torso. She grunts.
He arghs, and slumps upside down into an unmoving heap at her feet.
Belle looks from Boudreaux to the heroes ringing her, and then shakes
Thunderstrike, her fingers squeezing his neck, cutting off his air
momentarily. "Ah see y'all really want some!"
Dragonfist sighs, "You leave me no choice." A blue aura surrounds
Dragonfist, before lashing out at the woman, attacking her very
lifeforce.
Belle's smile slips as Dragonfist's attack strikes home. She shakes
Thunderstrike.
Thunderstrike's eyes flash. His face remains stoic as the thunder
rumbles and the lightning flashes down.
Belle is blindsided by Thunderstrike's lightning bolt, and is knocked to
one side, ending up on her backside, blinking. Thunderstrike went the
other way, and is taking deep breaths, rubbing at his neck.
Belle shakes her head, trying to clear it, her hair frazzled and
smoking. She looks up at the 5 heroes, all ready to smack her, then at
Boudreaux, softly snoring on the ground a few feet away. She snorts.
"Okay." She then begins hauling herself to her feet. "Alright, dat boy
ain't never been worth a lick. Who's next? I ain't ready to go home yet,
'cause I came to dance!"
Reshape looks at Belle, "Sorry. Not a good dancer." He then charges at
her, club-fists swinging, "But I make a decent wrecking ball!"
Belle flies away from Reshape's thunderous blow, digging a furrow into
the ground and plowing to a stop about 25 feet away. She curses and tugs
at her bodysuit, glaring daggers at Reshape.
Dasher runs over to the downed Belle, and her fists fly out at the
woman, "Well, I'm a good dancer. But I call this playing drums."
Belle barely spares Dasher a glance. "You hit like HE does."
Dasher tells Belle, "You just wait.."
Dragonfist shakes his head, "When will you learn." He focuses once more,
sending a surge of blue energy. "Your mistake."
Ce'cetar walks toward Belle, intently, glowering at her grimly. And then
he starts approaching her cautiously as if he wanted something of hers.
Probably her blood. The garasha knife swivels in his hand, once again
blade-forward, his typical slashing position.
Thunderstrike gets up from the ground, takes a deep breath, and gestures
at Belle, throwing a blast of wind her way.
Belle's hair is blown around. "Thank ya, sugah, I was startin' to get a
mite warm."
Belle snarls. "Y'know," she drawls as she gets to her feet, "Ah've had
jus' about all the fun ah can stan'. Ah think it's time ah started
cleanin' house." She then runs right at Ce'cetar, arms and legs pumping.
"Starting with the buffet over dere!"
Ce'cetar smiles as Belle comes running TO HIM, and as is typical for
him, he does not hold back. He swings, full-strength, at her as she
tries to get in his face. He's no gentlemen, but then she's no lady
either.
Belle runs right into a perfect strike from Ce'cetar, almost like it had
been choreographed beforehand. She falls backwards, head lolling, arms
and legs flopping, and SMACKS hard on her back, where she then lies
unmoving.
Dasher looks at Ce'cetar, "Remind me never to make you mad."
Dragonfist smirks, and goes to make sure Belle is alive...
Belle is breathing, and seems to be merely asleep.
Ce'cetar doesn't look at Dasher... he just remains focused completely on
Belle... and when she doesn't get up, he straightens up out of his
combat stance, sags his shoulders a bit, and starts looking around to
see where everyone is.
Ce'cetar regards Dasher and says, "I apologize... did you say
something?"
Ce'cetar is once again all smiles and apologies and manners.
Reshape glances back and forth between the unmoving Belle and Boudreaux.
Realizing that the combat is over, he straightens up, skin shifting from
exoskeleton back into its usual consistency, and body assuming a more
normal humanoid form.
The crowd in the immediate area is still screaming as a mindless entity,
trying to get away from the supers-inflicted carnage. The cops are
slowly approaching, weapons drawn.
Dragonfist checks the bodies of the pair for anything that may show what
they were after...
Ce'cetar sighs. "That was entertaining... but I do not believe it was a
part of the festival."
Dasher rubs her chin, "Odd. They kind of just showed out of the
blue."
Reshape glances over at the bizarre dimensional disturbance hidden by
the forest. "Did anyone see if they came out of that?"
Dragonfist shakes his head, "I am not sure."
Now that the fight is over, the heroes notice that the fireworks show is
still going on.
Dasher shakes her head, "The only weird thing I saw was some kind of
blue energy during the fireworks. But they can't be from in there. They
said Louisiana."
Dragonfist raises an eyebrow, "Then what could they of been after?"
Dasher tells Dragonfist, "Sometimes people just like to cause
trouble."
Reshape looks up at the fireworks. "I see we have not significantly
disrupted the festival."
From the forested area, a jagged bolt of blue light lances out and
forks, striking Belle and Boudreaux simultaneously. With a flash, they
both vanish, leaving the ground where they were smoking. Close
inspection reveals minute amounts of ash on the ground they had
occupied.
Dasher blinks, "Far out!"
Dragonfist blinks in surprise, "Of course. The original pair of bolts
was their arrival."
Reshape reflexively raises an arm to shield his face from the flash, his
skin hardening slightly. "What?"
Dasher eyes Dragonfist, "Of course? Of course?"
Ce'cetar says, "It looks like someone was not pleased with their
performance." Then, more loudly towards the crater, "Perhaps they should
come out and fight their OWN battles!"
Dragonfist stands, "My apologies, I was partially talking to myself
aloud. But the question becomes, were they here for the forest, or were
they products of it..."
Reshape shakes his head, clearing the spots from his eyes.
Dragonfist says, "I must go. I will however do some research and
investigation on this subject...and report my findings."
Dasher nods, "Hang loose, man."
Dragonfist leaps to a nearby rooftop, and then off into the
darkness...
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