Police Station XVIII

[Artemis97]

Sszinyon finds his things and holds one of his repeating hand crossbows in his hand. The drow walks over to the Symbiote and fires twice, if Krysta's still around, she'll recieve the last three shots in the clip. Drow Knockout poison, and an Assassin's death attack where it will apply.

[Rex Idiotarum]

((Of course, that might only lead to a Faction War.))

[AmberVael]

((Except the great thing about Town is that it isn't AMEN. This isn't going to last if I have anything to say about it. This effectively ruins the ability of people to play low-powered PCs.))

((Not really. There are still good people, and honestly the police never did much of anything besides slap hands and say "bad."))


Aesa dusts off her hands.
Good work gang... why don't we set us up a little place here? Extra payment to those who are hired, if you want to stay in my employ.

[Rebonack]

"Fun? No. Simply doing as my Masters have ordered. Having the police out of the way will be an asset," the strange woman is probably getting riddled with blaster shots at the moment, though the malevolent presence that's animating her doesn't appear to have any intention to let go yet.

((Not really. People will always kill people. There will always be crazies. This just means that the powerful good characters will have to keep the powerful evil characters in check.))

[Osnagard]

Sorry walks over to Aesa, Be glad to. What do you want done?

She collects the discarded robe on the way.

[LordVader]

((Problem is that people like Nightwing who used to always pick fights anyways will now go completely crazy. I'd trust everyone but him not to pick fights.))

[PirateMonk]

The droideka leave. The symbiote is hit and effected by the poison, but fails to die. PM re-enters and goes to Aesa. "What did you have in mind?"

[blackout]

{Kig-Yar}Screw that! I'm taking my payment and leaving.

[LordVader]

((Also, what powerful good characters?
*crickets*
Nah, I'm just kidding. It'll be fun.))

Several Arbites that were in the motor pool bug out on cycles, heading away from the Station.

[AmberVael]

Mmm... just make this place a little more... base like.
She raises a hand to fix the holes that aren't currently occupied by giant worm.
Speaking of which...
Thank you for the help. I'd like to keep you on my side... how might I interest you?
Aesa tosses the Grunt and Jackal their payment.
Leave if you want... but there is more where that came from. Did I mention you're wanted now? And that I'm probably the only one who would raise you if you died?

[The Geomancer]

The shadow watches Aesa warily. Are you getting the police out of the way or are you putting the police in the hands of a competent leader? The shadow asks.

[Admiral_Kelly]

Desmonda is let out of her cell. Eris looks about at the random killings. Something takes over her. "Alright! You are all under arrest!"

Desmonda lowers and shakes her head. "Eris... That stupid mark has screwed you up. That's right people! Iether you all come quietly, or we will be forced to use lethal force." To prove her point, Desmonda levitates into the air fire crackling in one hand lightning in the other.

[Draken]

Huhuhuhu...

Should I level this place down? Rrrr...

Meanwhile, Amaenon and Victor undeadtime.

Had your fun?

Well Menhel, thanks for blowing everything up.

Yes and no problem.

Go to the botton of the abyss.

Amaenon teleports, and Victor makes his way to the castle.

I am digging my own abyss right now.

Menhel turns down to face Aesa, puffing a cloud os scold air filled with static.

Then he reverts to a human shape (and size).

It would be a pleasure, my lady.

He nods, and laughts.

[Rex Idiotarum]

Eris may note that her mark mysteriously disappears.

[blackout]

{Kig-Yar}Pff. Who's going to arrest us? This was the police station, right? The Jackal and Grunt take their money, and head outside, pleased with themselves.

[LordVader]

The roar of jet engines is heard as several TDI fighters make flybys at about 3000 feet above Town.
They take pictures, and then peel off back to base.

[blackout]

((MINIMAL TDI involvement, Vader.))

[Osnagard]

Sorry teleports whatever bodies there are outside.

The she sets to work trying to figure out how to repain that ceiling.

... and that's the the two mages delacred they're all under arrest.

I'm Sorry miss, fogive me?

She says with her large childlike eyes.

[LordVader]

((They're not attacking, just finding out what's going on. You can probably expect some harrasment and intervention if widescale slaughters happen, but other than that, they're staying out of it.))

[AmberVael]

Aesa looks at the shadow.
I recognize you. Help rid us of the police if you want...
She says nothing more to him, then glances at the two girls.
I've got a better idea.
She surrounds herself with a sparkling field in an instant, and a searing white mote of light is in her hand.
Leave or die.
The heat radiating from the mote is intense, causing nearby paper to go up in flames.

[Artemis97]

Sszinyon pulls out his second crossbow, fires two shots, one for each mage, thes dissapears onto the Shadow Plane, wondering if his first shots ever hit.

[Rebonack]

Iridaceae quirks an eyebrow at Desmonda and begins to rather discretely examine where she is drawing her magic from, how she's crafting it, how she binds it to her will, and the like.

The Mimic also proceeds to experimentally prod at the energies. For the time being all that will probably happen is the fire flickering slightly more than it should.

"It will be as it will. Whether this place falls into chaos or KNAVEs manages to take over it will be in my Master's interest."

[Draken]

A voice comes to Desmonda's mind.

You are free.

And fired, I believe.

Her mark vanishes, just like Eris'.

[PirateMonk]

PM tries to poke Aesa.

[Rebonack]

Poor Regiji.

He didn't know what just happened in the station. The Scout and the Mysterious Robed Figure© probably appear back in the cell block right about now.

"Oh bugger."

[PirateMonk]

The figure tries for another hit on Regiji.

[AmberVael]

Aesa looks at PM.
We're getting rid of the police. Join in if you want.
She looks over at Regiji and flings a few homing shards of force at him.
A few meaning fifty.

[The Geomancer]

The shadow coalesces into the form of a large anthropomorphic crocodile. He decides that helping this effort would be in his best effort, so he doesn't have to do something about it later.

He eyes Regiji wondering if he will become a problem.

[Admiral_Kelly]

Desmonda is not fightened at all by Aesa. When the mark is removed, a sadist grin comes on her face underneath the shaded darkness. "I've got one word for you, bitch, Disintegrate!" The spell is aimed directly at Aesa. Eris attempts to grab Sorry by the hands and handcuff her.

[AmberVael]

One spark in the field Aesa generated deflects the ray, sending it back towards Desmonda. Aesa also flings the mote at her, which, if it hits, will burn a hole straight through whatever it touches.