Readying the Hate-Seeking Missile [feeneeshed!]

[Kari Muffin]

It was next to impossible not to notice the commotion that was suddenly happening in the library. Petunia's ears shot straight up when she watched several members of the police force rush through the front doors.

Wasn't that in the direction of the nasty Corive that had come in? She glanced at Mikael briefly before hopping off of her chair. It was far too strange for her not to be curious. In all the years she had come to public libraries she had never seen such a bloody commotion. After the initial rush of officials she trotted after them.

Peaking around the corner she watched to see what the hell was happening. Smoke was clearly coming from one of the private rooms. The Corvie was on the floor and everyone looked fairly angry. She made no sound as she slipped back behind the protect of the wall. Looks like the Corvie was going to get what she deserved.

[Nako]

What the hell... was that smoke? The girl in front of him had noticed too, giving him a concerned look before moving away. Following suit, he got down from his chair and walked after her. Who on earth would be starting a fire in the library? he trotted forward, speeding up to a run. He deftly darted the speeding figure coming past him, doing a double take as.... a desk came down on her?? Holy shit.

"Critter!" Mikael called out, the mome being summoned spade-style by his side. "Go get her!"



He has no back legs and often curls up and rolls places instead. He is capable of using his spikes to transfer a small amount of poison that causes the area of body it pierces to become numbed and hard to move. He can do this once per day.

WEEEEHEEHEE! Getting momentum, the little creature rolled itself into a ball and started hauling ass, screeching to a halt near the woman to shoot out his numbing spines, aiming for her legs.

But somewhere, there was a fire. He had to leave Critter to his own devices and see what was going on. He found the door easily enough. He heard someone banging on the door on the other side. Any common sense about -not- opening the door to a fire went out of his head; he just needed to save someone's life.

As soon as he opened it, he used his ability to conjure water, focusing it out in a spray... probably nailing the Esterberry woman right in the face with it. Well, it was better than being on fire, right?

Strong Magical Ability: When activated, he can create up to two gallons of drinking water up to five times per day.

[Bee]

The smoke was burning her eyes quite madly, so Phaedra had a bit of difficulty finding the doorknob to let herself out of that damned study (was no one listening to her calls for help?), but soon enough her claw chanced upon it, and she shoved it forward with remarkable swiftness and ease (it almost seemed to be the one pulling her forward!).

Then she got blasted in the face with water.

"Neeeeek!" she yelped (or was it cough-screeched? Her lungs burned almost as badly as her eyes), and quite inelegantly pitched herself to the side to avoid it, rolling a bit on the marble floor.

She shivered--the water was cold--and rubbed furiously at her eyes. She wheezed. That was an alarming sound.

"Ngggh--what d-do you think you're--meeegh--" She realized then that whoever had burst out with the water was probably just trying to help with the fire. She tried to get a grip. It was elusive. "Thank you," she said. Not oh my hero swooning, but grateful. "Please fetch a doctor and give me a knife, for I wish to slay a villain."

[Satra]

She tried to get up -- she had to -- she couldn't bear the shame of being brought down by a bunch of Esterberry fucks. Her ascent was slow. The idea to change to her Human form and run hit her a little too late. She screeched in anger and shock as quills pierced her legs. She looked back to see some damned little Mome shooting them into her leg. She changed to her human form, the leather of her pants now filled with holes that the quills stuck out of as if it was the leather they'd pierced at first. She went to kick the little creature, only to find her legs heavier than she'd ever remembered and missing the Mome completely. They felt numb and refused to move as she wanted them too. When they did, the movement was pathetic and inaccurate. Trying to run with her Spade ability activated again only made her fall to the ground again.

The Bulldog librarian stepped in front of her with an intense scowl on her ugly face. Shift scowled back and made another attempt to run, her determination double. They were surrounding her and getting closer. When she returned to two feet, the bulldog flicked her wrist. There was a loud scraping noise and Shift left side was in pain as another desk slammed into her, sending her flying. When she landed, the Bulldog made the desk roll on top of her, the desktop pressing her down into the floor. Then, the surrounding library-goers dog piled on the overturned desk, pinning the loudly swearing Corvistowne to the floor.

[Nako]

Mikael did a double take at the Esterberrian, shaking his head and -stepping over- her prone body after she thanked him, nudging her with a back leg to try to get her out of the room. he was pushing his water conjuring ability by shooting water out again to attempt to put out some of the flames. With what the girl said afterward, he swung his head around at her in disbelief.

".... The hell?? Do you think this is one of your fecking fantasy books? 'Slay a Villian?' Suits and Stars..." A bit of his Solandrian heritage showed then and there with his rather... asshole-ish outburst. He managed out one more blast of water to dampen the flames, thoroughly relieved when spades with more ability in that area than him came in to help douse the flames.

"Come on.." Mikael helped nudge her to her feet, escorting her out of the room if she so cooperated. "I think you need to worry less about slaying hummingbirds and just getting a doctor. Smoke inhalation can be very serious."

Eeek! The Mome braced itself for impact, only to find the boot to miss him completely. Eehhehehehee! Suck it! Giving a most sinister little Mome snicker, he curled his body up again and rolled to a safe distance, having done what he was sought out to do.

[Bee]

Phaedra was offended by the accusation that she read fantasy books in her spare time--drivel, most of them, with contrived plots and spineless heroines--but she supposed he had no way of knowing that this was not far off the mark from how she normally spoke.

But she did not abide rudeness. She huffed. It turned into a wheeze. She tried to sound more indignant. Coughing. This would not do at all. How could she be outraged if she couldn't make the proper irate little noises?

"I am aware," she said, as politely as one could with their lungs aflame, "that this is the primary cause of death for those trapped in an indoor fire. I was not, however, in the room long. Thank you for your assistance, but now that I am safely in the hallway...Our emergency medic should be..."

Ah. There was a man, looking very official in white, with an abundance of equipment. She flagged him down. Honestly, what was their staff coming to that their doctors couldn't recognize the most likely victim of the incident? Though he could've been distracted by the commotion. There was, some distance away, a very angry hummingbird human pilled beneath a heap of Esterberries. She squinted at it, wondering if it were a delusion brought on by inhalation more serious than she suspected. It was almost surreal. She was nearly too baffled to feel smug.

Oh, wait, no, there it was. A warm feeling, smugness.

"I require 100 percent oxygen, thank you," she told the doctor, who seemed to snap out of his Shift-induced haze and produce his tools. "...Possible injury..."

[Satra]

Police officers arrived soon after the paramedics did. They wrestled the kicking, swearing Corvistowne out from under the overturned desk and pile of dutiful Esterberry citizens. Getting tired of her antics and fighting, one of the officers asked the paramedics for something. She returned with a syringe and doped the criminal. Her thrashing became weaker until she just collapsed onto the marble floor, too doped to notice the soft 'crunch' that was her nose. After that, they dragged her dead weight away with some difficulty. Stupid bitch. Always a pain, even when partially knocked out.

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When she came to she was sore, her throbbing face was bandaged with a rough material, and she was crumpled at an odd angle on a stone floor. Parallel lines of shadow crawled across her body, splitting the golden late afternoon sunlight that came in through the window. She groaned, not having the energy to scream. This was so humiliating. When she had the energy, she would get up and crawl onto the lumpy, stained, sorry excuse for a bed that was installed in her prison cell. For now, however, she needed to shut her eyes and pretend reality didn't exist for the next several hours.

[Alright, make any last posts you guys want. I am finished posting in this. :3 ]

[Kari Muffin]

Petunia had decided that keeping her nose out of the business was a better idea than trying to help. After all she didn't want to make things worse than they already were. And it seemed that everything was under some sort of control.

Well, sort of? It looked more like organized chaos.

She pressed against the wall as a variety of people passed her, she peered around the corner to watch everything.

Damn, that Corvie didn't know what hit her. Multiple times. Her ears flicked forward as she watched the woman come out of the smoke after being drenched by water. Yeah, it was totally better to watch the chaos rather than be part of it.

An idea popped into her head as she slipped off. This was totally worthy of the newspaper. Her tail wagged a it as she wandered off to find someone who could interview the participators.

[carcinoGeneticist]

Bee, Kari, Nako, and Satra receive 4 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe. This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe. Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!