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'The Shops' at Midtown

sunday 9/13/2015 afternoon

cloudy and cool

'The Shops' at midtown plaza were bustling despite the nip of the seemingly sudden turn to fall, shoppers weaved in and out of the high end boutiques and went about their shopping oblivious of the chaos soon to erupt.  Despite the pricey nature of hte merchandise the Shops central location and friendly browsing policies made it a popular destination for window shoppers as well.  In one sprawling outlet a somewhat out of place appearing group in beaten military surplus urban camo and black hoodies as they browsed the high end electronics on display.  Those with sensitive hearing could make out the conversation and it didn't take much to notice security closing in.  The smash and grab seemed a bit brazen for the locale certainly but from the taunting way one of the toughs held aloft the device as the sales person reached for it it seemed to be the goal.  

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Once again finding himself in freedom city on his excursions with Arnasaq to the midtowns plaza; Jonathan Hale, known as The Black Knight in his little piece of Wiltshire, was unsurprised as the city of costumed capers kept true to its name and nature, quietly thankful he'd not bothered to change out of his armour upon arrival  even in spite of all the pictures he was asked to pose in.

"Ah Murphy and his law strike again...he grumbles good naturedly beneath his breath so that only Arna might here him even as he sends the bags he was carrying to his storage dimension to free his hands for aldonite's ornate hilt "Ill catch up with you once this is all squared away...My lady." accent changing with practised ease as those last two words leave his lips and his form melts away into a spiral of wailing darkness, only to reappear a short distance away in the midst of the unfolding chaos.

"Halt this villainy, Knaves, or face mine wroth!" as he brandishes his gleaming weapon in his gauntleted hands. faint wisps of purple tinged blackness still trailing from its point  as he levels it towards the nearest hoodlum.

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Aquaria couldn't afford any of this. 

And now the store was being robbed. Crap! 

By people dressed just like her. CRAP! 

Peering up from the high-end cameras she'd been studying, the goggle-eyed Deep One considered her options carefully before making her decision. Maybe if I stop the robbery, I'll be a big hero, and they'll let me have that underwater one for free! 

Then the guy with the big sword showed up. 

By the whore gods of Atlantis! I'll just have to be really impressive! 

Throwing back her hood, she vaulted all the way into the middle of the scrum, landing neatly on the counter as she glared down at the thieves with gigantic yellow and black eyes, her green crest proudly rising above her head as she pointed with one long green finger, her skin glistening wetly in the overhead lights above. "Hey! You jerks face the wrath of the mighty Sea Devil! You'd better give that back, or I'll kick you in the face! And you won't like that, uh, FATASS!" she added, wondering if that was something you were supposed to say in this situation.  

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Once again finding himself in freedom city on his excursions with Arnasaq to the midtowns plaza; Jonathan Hale, known as The Black Knight in his little piece of Wiltshire, was unsurprised as the city of costumed capers kept true to its name and nature, quietly thankful he'd not bothered to change out of his armour upon arrival  even in spite of all the pictures he was asked to pose in.

"Ah Murphy and his law strike again...he grumbles good naturedly beneath his breath so that only Arna might here him even as he sends the bags he was carrying to his storage dimension to free his hands for aldonite's ornate hilt "Ill catch up with you once this is all squared away...My lady." accent changing with practised ease as those last two words leave his lips and his form melts away into a spiral of wailing darkness, only to reappear a short distance away in the midst of the unfolding chaos.

"Halt this villainy, Knaves, or face mine wroth!" as he brandishes his gleaming weapon in his gauntleted hands. faint wisps of purple tinged blackness still trailing from its point  as he levels it towards the nearest hoodlum.

There's a cloud of red smoke, then an eerie laugh. "EEEEEYYYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AN ENTRANCE WORTHY OF A TRUE PERFORMER, YOUNG MAN! NOW TAKE YOUR PLACES, THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!" Sotto voice, Phantasmo...The UNLIVING! Gives a much more subtle nod to his friend as he 'ports next to him and conjures a razor-sharp playing card, twirling it between his fingers. "NIce entrance, ducky, but next time add a bit of "oomph." Always leave 'em wanting more, BK, and that's a free fact."

The macabre master of mysticism gives a flourish and bow to the thugs robbing the joint. "FOR MY FIRST TRICK, I REQUIRE A VOLUNTEER FROM THE AUDIENCE!"

This was much more enjoyable than purchasing a new pair of slacks  (which is what he had come to the plaza for originally) Phantasmo mused to himself. 

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The heavy set tough holding up the boxed device slowly turned at the intervention of the boisterous heroes and their proclamations, "Hey we're just haggling with the bloke."  he rumbled with a low laugh and met the gaze of the sword wielding knight, "We wouldn't want any trouble up in here right, people could get hurt if things got out of hand."  he suggested eyes flaring with a sickly energy not seen by most since last the terminus invasion.  His laugh was joined by the small band of others with him, "Now how bout you lot step off before I run out of patience yea?"  he growled as the energy flared once more and pooled around one hand burning with entropic potential.

Those with him widened their eye's one laughing nervously, "Hey now Boomer, we don't need that kinda trouble 'ere do we."  the bravest of them suggested as the others spread out backing away from their compatriot.  One particularly weak willed one flat out started to run, "You idiots he'll kill us all!"  he said as he began to bolt for the nearest door.

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Spotting the running man, Phantasmo grins gleefully and 'ports in front of him. "AND HERE HE IS! LET'S HEAR IT FOR HIM, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! EEEEYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" he crows.

Working quickly, the undead magician conjures a length of strong, flexible scarves from his sleeves and lassos the fleeing thug. "COME ON, AND WE TAKE A BOW!" He chortles as he tosses the man over his shoulder and turns around, ready to lug him back to the group...when...

"...Oh, shit...that doesn't look too good, does it?" He muses to himself. Not for the first time, Phantasmo desperately wishes he could still enjoy the taste of a good cigar...he could really use one right about now, especially because he could probably guess as to what is about to happen. 

He turns his head to address Aquaria and Black Knight. "HIT THE DECK, DUCKIES! THINGS ARE ABOUT TO START POPPING!" he shouts as he 'ports to a safe distance (making sure the no-doubt screaming man is safe. Just 'cause he's a thug doesn't mean he should die of...whatever was about to happen.)

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Boomer sneered at his cohorts and shook his head, "Knew you lot dinae have it in ya."  he grumbled, "Buncha cowards the whole lot."  he grumbled then leered at the heroes with a feral grin.

" But, Wesleys right ya know."  Boomer rumbled as the energies suffusing his body coalesced into a crackling entropic field around his fists, "I just might."  he laughed a raucous laugh.  "You lot had your chance now you gonna find out why you don't spit in a gods eye mate."  he growled and swung one energy sheathed fist directly into the crest of the Black Knights armored breastplate the mystic alloy all that stood between the explosive blow and the Knights solar plexus.  As he connected with the blow the terminus energies around his fist exploded with a deafening boom shattering the glass cases nearby and sending boxes falling from shelves across the store.  

The thug in Phantasmos grip thrashed as he tried ineffectually to free himself from the bindings enveloping him ranting in a fearful tone about Boomer being some kind of psycho a whimpering at the sound of the explosion against the Black Knights chest.  The remaining thugs and civilians were making for exits now none wanting to be in the midst of a super brawl with an exploding psychopath.  One of the toughs called out as he joined the throng, "Let it go Boomer you made yer point."

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<huh, Phantasmo again, what are the odds?> he finds himself thinking as a small spike of burning pain finds its way through his abdomen and even manages to make him skid back a little inspite of his weighty wardrobe. <Wonder what the lady's story is?> following along after as the dull clang of steel plates clashing together like symbols reverberates around his helmet; before turning his ire to boomer.

"Thou art a puny god and thine eyes are beady like a swine's." he responds, channelling his anger through his sword and causing the steel to erupt into black tinged purple energy as his swings for the waist of his foe, slashing as his clothes just bellow the waist.

"And furthermore largely a waste of mine time." he adds as his sword completes its arc, turning black-blue and almost watery as he swings it back again this time through his chest cavity and leaving a numbing trail of frost in its wake, wisps of stolen essence pulled greedily in by the hilt of his weapon.

"Begone Knave."

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"A god!?" declared Aquaria, taking the strange man's declaration at face value - so surprised was she, in fact, that she missed her kick at the back of his head by inches. "That's not true!" she declared after a moment. "Gods are big and they don't look like Surfacers - and even Surfacer gods don't go around robbing places!" She leaped in the air, kicked off the ceiling in a moment that left her briefly pressed, crouching like a frog, against the ceiling, before landing behind Black Knight. He looked pretty tough! "You're a phony! A big fat phony!" she taunted from behind Black Knight, still glad she hadn't brought Jessie along on this trip. "Do his hair next!" she urged on Black Knight. 

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Phantasmo noticed that the self-proclaimed  seemed distracted, and - being a true son of London and having been involved in a punch-up or two back when he was just plain old Harry Trent - did what anyone in that situation with that upbringing would do; he 'ported behind Boomer and wound up for a left hook that would have probably sent the man to the bliss of unconciousness...had the undead man actually connected. He did not, however - he was somewhat distracted by Aquaria attempting to KICK the ugly lout in the head, and he too missed by inches. 

"Oh bugger." Phantasmo uttered, not unduly concerned. This was probably going to hurt. 

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"We are greater than you know."  Boomer growled in response his sneer twisting to first confusion then outrage as his pants dissolved at the touch of the dark blades corruptive energies.  "You'll pay for that tin man."  he rumbled threateningly as he grimaced resisting the blades siphoning touch.  Ducking and weaving out of the way of the other heroes attacks with surprising speed for his size he stepped inside the armored hero's reach like a trained fighter, "We are what comes next little man."  he roared firing off a wild haymaker slamming into the knights armored helm with a thunderous BOOM as the terminus energies he channeled exploded against the ancient armor like a brick of C4.

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Finds himself unable to cope quite as well with this follow up attack, sent hurtling backwards through various shelves and displays, the wards on his armour sufficient enough at least to prevent any further damage to his person, he still lands in a rather disorganized heap with a avalanche of clanging metal, he smiles toothily behind his visor.

"So...there art more than one of thee?; thou temper betrays thee, bloomers."

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Yikes! This guy seemed pretty tough - Black Knight had seemed like a tough customer before, but this Surfacer thug had tossed him around like a dolphin toying with a fish. "You...you jerk!" Aquaria yelled, crouched low on bent amphibious knees, her throat sacs bulging obscenely from the bellowing echo of her unrestrained voice. "You don't even have your story straight," she croaked. "First you're a god, now you're a time-traveler!" She ticked off points on one of her long froggy fingers. "You're just a crazy pinkskin! You should go back in Providence where you belong!" She leaped close and slapped him across the face - not with her hand, but with her tongue, the organ lashing out of her mouth and slapping him from some two feet away. I really wish Jessie was here! 

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Phantasmo...the UNLIVING! observed the froggy young lass do her tongue thing - and then observed her hoppyness. An idea formed in his undead head and he conjured up another scarf snare. "All right, duckie! Here's a thought! I snare the bastard and then you kick him right in the ugly face!"

It was at that point, he remembered, that shouting out your plan is a bad idea, as the evil glowing man was given ample time to avoid the snare.

Phantasmo sighed. This was just not his day. First the salesman ran away when he tried to purchase his slacks, now this. Ah, well, he thought to himself. C'est la vie!

 

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The grinning thug jerked away from the slimy tongue suddenly launched his direction with a muttered curse, "What the hell are you?" he growled and heard the dead guys plans just in time to brace himself for the entangling scarves shaking and squirming free of the silken bonds with a sneer, "Nice try dead man." he rumbled and popped his neck as he straightened up and gazed imperiously at the Heroes, "You want a story slimer?"  he scoffed, "Fine."  

His voice boomed through the emptying store, "We are the children of the Terminus and your kinds time on this earth is done."  he roared, "You've been replaced by the upgrade now make like this meatball here and get busy getting extinct!"  he laughed with a slightly mad tinge to his voice.  He spread his arms as if inviting the heroes to strike him a crazed grin fixed on his features as his eyes burned with entropic energies and his flesh began to glow bright cracks and arcs of dark energies arcing along his skin.

From the crowd a voice could be heard but barely, "Dammit Boomer!  Too soon!  They need more time!" but whatever compatriate was lost in the crush of fleeing humanity as the crazed T-Baby supremacist boomed, "The Fellowship rises!"  as he erupted in a blistering explosion of entropy blasting apart the glass cases and flattening the shelves to the walls.  Glass showering out over the fleeing crowd those too slow to escape the store caught in the blast and flung from the building like ragdolls the walls cracking and groaning as the pressure wave slammed into the supporting structure of the high rise above.

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"Wait, the what now-" Aquaria's question was cut off by a scream of agony as the searing heat from the exploding man flashed over her body, burning away the water and oxygenated lotion on her skin and leaving her breathless and gasping like a fish out of water. Sent hurling on her back, her lungs pumping frantically as her throat bulged wide, she blinked back tears as she fought for control. The curse of the amphibian, she remembered in the voice of the beautiful Naija, at home in neither land nor water. Forgetting the Surfacer criminal for a moment, she pulled herself to her feet and wordlessly ripped open her singed hoodie and T-shirt, exposing her pale green and white belly. Leaping over to the water cooler on the other side of the room, she yanked off the top and immediately up-ended it all over herself. When enough water was on her skin that she didn't feel like screaming again, she called to the others, "He's not dead! He just ran away!" 

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Beneath his brash and cocky façade Hale was actually feeling a little bit frightened, never before had he been quite so hurt on one of his adventures, never before had he come against a foe so much more powerful than himself, quite sure he was bleeding from his brow as he stared dizzily up at the ceiling above him with Aldonite grasped in his explosion numbed fingers, the blade oddly silent for once; not projecting its usual imagery into his brain or trying to drive his anxieties or insecurities into murderous rages.

It felt like a short eternity was passing for him as he laid prostate on the ground trying to gather enough oomph to haul his nearly 300lbs of armoured self off the ground and rejoin the muffled ongoing battle before the oncoming wall of entropic energies rushed towards him, a single image, that of Arnasaq brought into his mind unbidden by the sword he had to get to her! had to stop his maniac! he had too...!  but shaken by the blows he'd already taken the wave plunges him into the blackness of unconsciousness, thin whisps of smoke creeping from his slitted visor.

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Phantasmo picked himself up, shaken but not stirred...well, okay, he was a bit stirred. He actually felt quite beside himself. "Oi!" The zombie shouted. The hand that had been removed during the explosion scuttled over to the zombie like a macabre crab, then sat patiently while the master of the macabre magic retrieved it.

"Right...there you go, duckie!" Phantasmo nodded as he held the hand to the stump on his arm. A few seconds later and the gap between hand and arm sealed itself, leaving the zombie once again ambidextrously advantaged.  "RIght, I...ooooh...all right, maybe time for me to get my bearings..." The room was indeed spinning. The explosion had taken more out of him than he thought. HIs eyes widened as he desperately felt himself, making sure that that statement wasn't a literal one. Everything seemed to be in order. "All right, duckies?" he called over to his companions. "All your bits in one place?"

He leaned breathlessly against the wall where the blast had launched him, waiting for the room to stop spinning. "Just going to sit here 'till my bearings are gathered, as it were." 

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In the wake of the blast there was screaming and running as people fearful of further explosions fled the area in a tumultuous mass, Sea Devil could make out the pantsless villain appear on a balcony down the block but by the time she croaked her warning he'd vanished to who knows where.  Sirens in the distance grew louder and louder as police and other emergency services rushed to the scene of the crime, overhead the scorched and in placed buckling beams exposed when the blast destroyed hte interior of the shop groaned and pinged ominously.  One blast such as that shouldn't take down a building but there was no telling what may still break free from the twisted structures above.

At the edge of the blast zone those unfortunate souls unable to get free of the shop before the blast was unleashed staggered or drug themselves toward the light through the dust filled air.  Some did not move at all, the brave few less injusred of lucky enough to be further from the blast staggered in the dust cloud covering in fine white particulate as they searched for survivors to help.

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Aquaria made a rapid, booming noise in the back of her massive throat that sounded like "Mo'o lele lu'elu'e!" to the listening humans. Turning to the other heroes, she gasped, eyes goggling, "We have to help them!" Clapping her big hands to the side of her head, she realized to her horror that she knew absolutely nothing about Surfacer anatomy or how to help these people. "Somebody call 911!" she declared loudly. "You, Phantasmo!" she declared, pointing at him while hopping around agitatedly. "Use your spells to carry them to a hospital! We can't let anyone stay here if the roof caves in!" She leaped from the store, out to Black Knight, and frantically prodded him. "Black Knight! Are you okay!?"

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Phantasmo got up  and popped his jaw back into place with a loud CRACK! He frowned, and - as a very rare expression for  him - looked troubled. 

"Sorry, duckie - " the zombie declared to the hopping frog-woman. "My hocus-pocus doesn't really work like that, yet." His words were calm, but it was obvious from his body language that he was worried. "I can't 'port more than one person at a time, and even then not when they're injured. Unless you want me to possibly do MORE damage..." He hmmed and rubbed his beard, then set his jaw in concentration."But I don't just have hocus-pocus, dearie."

The zombie walked over to one of the wounded who had been trapped under what looked like a very heavy chunk of building. He knelt, and - showing no sign of strain or effort - lifted the chunk of masonry off of the poor man's leg. "OI! NEED A BIT OF HELP HERE, LADS!" The zombie shouted to one of the uninjured survivors, doing his "Scary Voice" for louder volume. 

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After what feels like a forever of floating in the weightless darkness of unconsciousness he feels himself return to heavy, achy reality and with no small ammount of effort hauls himself up "I'll be fine, thank you; madam." he says somewhat dazedly through a dry throat as he looks around at the devastation surrounding him his first feelings are ones of numb shock at the act of wanton violence followed closely by heart stopping terror for arnasaq's safety; for a few long moments its all he can do to keep himself from screaming out for her; but people needed him right here and now, he couldn't forsake them for his personal happiness.

Gripping aldonites hilt as tightly as possible he takes his first uneasy, heavy step forwards "We have work to do, Lets hop to it."  aldonite blazing with its black light as he lumbers along, carefully disintegrating rubble with its touch to free the people trapped beneath

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As the Black Knight rose, the first of the officers on scene started pushing back the crowds to cordon off a safe area in case there was further collapse or worse additional detonations.  Ambulances and fie crew began to assist when the MAX armored rapid responders arrived and entered the building looking for the responsible parties.  Unfortunately a Zombie and a Deep One did not make the best of impressions on the harried officers as they shone the lights of their suits through the dust, "Hands Up!"  they demanded jumpily, "Come along peacefully and no one else has to get hurt."  They warned and moved to aid Black Knight in the capture of these two obvious fiends.

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Aquaria gave a startled yelp and jumped behind Black Knight, obviously scared. "I am on parole!" she announced to the police, her hands high in the air, spelling out each word of what was obviously a memorized speech. "If you look in my pocket, you will find my Project Freedom ID Card. My name is Aquaria Innsmouth, I am a responsible citizen, just like you!" She stuck her head out from behind Black Knight and smiled with just the front part of her face, not wanting to frighten the police officers any further. Then she stopped smiling. "There was a very bad human here. He said he was a god, then he said he was a time traveler, then he said he was from the Terminus, He was the one that did this." 

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well this is new; Im not the one getting shot at. Hale mused to himself before speaking up "

"Hold Friends!; these two came to mine rescue whence the villain incapacitated me and wreaked his devastation, driving him away; i would likely not have endured otherwise" he says with some slight bruising to his ego but a feeling of honest relief they had been there to help him.

Now given pause to survey the scene is eyes fall on a soul crushing sight, Arna's limp form strewn over the ground near where he'd left her, his whole form quakes, armoured plates rattling quitely as his mind tries to deny the reality before it as some horrid dream, some wicked untruth as he finds himself sprinting towards her, little more than a spectator to his own actions as he crashes to his knees at her side and with shaking hand puts his rudimentary first aid training to use, throwing off his helmet without so much as a second thought and putting his ear to her chest to listen for her breathing and heart beat. "hold on arna...!" he croaks softly amidst strangled sobs of regret and shame for putting her in such terrible danger.

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