fandomtownies | All about the island, Sunday

Of course, not all the monsters were necessarily monstrous. Some were just great big happy doggies.

Cerberus was enjoying his time away from guarding the gates of the Underworld, tails wagging and tongues lolling.

The only danger here is drowning in slobber.

[for those who want to play with the giant, three-headed doggie]

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There were plenty milling around the island.

[for the fighting!]

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It'd been a long night for Roy and Aly as they'd spent most of it out patrolling the island and facing more than one Immortal. Roy still thought they needed a better name.

The light was returning into the sky when they moved to the edge of the preserve, intending to check on things at the station and grab something to eat.

Aly's fingers brushed the edge of her knives, one after the other, ready to pull whichever was needed and still pissed about that cyclops that had taken off with one of them in his eye. Didn't he know those were hers?

Her eyes picked out some dark shapes in the sky swooping over the school, and she nudged Roy gently. "Gryphons again. Just decided to come this way."

He grimaced and tugged on his gloves as if he was worried they might have loosened since the last fight. "Have I mentioned that I hate the whole flying thing?"

"Fifteen, sixteen, maybe even twenty times," Aly said lightly, her eyes fixed on the creatures as they came closer.

"See? I must mean it," he said in the same, light tone and he unconsciously stepped forward to wait for the attack, carefully measuring when they would be close enough to set them to fire.

The flock of gryphons circled overhead, unwilling to get in any closer than they had to. They knew full well that the shadows they cast were enough to terrify any rational creature. Letting them stew in their juices a bit just made for better eating.

First one screamed than another, calling their superiority over these humans.

Aly rolled her eyes as she tracked the gryphons across the sky. "Such drama queens. Stormwings are the same way."

Roy tried to follow their movement, trusting Aly to watch his left side. "Between your Immortals and insane gods, I think I'm glad my world has neither."

"Hades isn't one of my gods," Aly shot back instantly, knife loose in her hand now. Napalm would have been nice right about now. Or a flamethrower. But then, she had Roy for that.

Just as the humans distracted themselves with talking, a gryphon dove, talons extended, thinking himself very sneaky not to scream and dive at the same time.

He really wasn't all that distracted. The instant the gryphon came close enough, Roy snapped his fingers together, flames rising up in the air to meet the animal.

"I meant gods in general," he told Aly.

Screeching in annoyance and a small bit of fear, the gryphon backwinged strongly, trying to get out of the way of the nasty fire.

Another member of the flock hissed, trying its own dive, this time aiming for the smaller human.

Gryphons dive fast but they aren't very mobile once they'd started, and Aly barely had enough time to grab a big branch and whip it at the gryphon's claws before dodging out of the way.

Claws that splintered the branch almost instantly. Nice that it wasn't her head.

Roy jumped back and out of the way as well. There was barely time to feel relief that Aly moved so fast. As the gryphon moved to turn, he blasted fire at it to keep it from making another dive.

Okay, see, this wasn't fair. Fire was mean! The gryphon was pushed back ass over teakettle, his beautiful feathers singed and almost burned off as he realised he was too low to the ground to take off again.

"Nice," Aly commented to Roy, regaining her feet and checking the sky quickly for another divebomber before she whipped a knife at the grounded gryphon, hoping to catch it in the hamstrings and keep it from pushing off the ground.

"Thank you," he said smugly. "You're not bad yourself," he added teasingly, his gaze moving from the gryphon on the ground to the skies.

Another fingersnap and he sent flames at the struggling gryphon.

The gryphon tried to launch himself into the air, screaming in pain as his back leg refused to support his weight, and he collapsed onto the ground under the stream of flames, soon able to move no more.

Aly darted close, knife in hand, to make sure it was dead before she snatched the thrown knife back, wiping the blade off on her sleeve as she watched the flock, wondering if they'd attack or flee.

Certain the gryphon wasn't going to get up again, Roy turned his attention to the sky. "They're less dramatic now," he murmured.

The gryphons had seen what happened to their flockmate and were in no hurry to try again.

Calling their defiance again and again, they wheeled in the air, flying fast and hard towards easier prey.

"Seems to work that way," Aly said quietly, moving to Roy's left again. "Keep going?"

He nodded and quickly looked her over anyway. "Yes, I'm sure there's more ahead," he murmured. "I didn't scorch your knife?"

"Nah, I aimed for his ass on purpose," she said easily. "Need to find some knives that are fireproof though."

He snorted because with too little sleep that somehow was very funny. "Your birthday is coming up soon."

Aly chuckled, moving forward, her eyes sweeping ahead to make sure their way was clear. "That's what they tell me."

Murdock sipped some coffee as he clipped on his ammo belt and loaded it up with extra clips for both weapons. They probably wouldn't do much to the things crawling around through town, if his encounter yesterday was any indication, but it was still worth a shot. Might be able to slow them down a bit, if nothing else.

He left the hotel and headed down the street, coffee in one hand, rifle firmly in the other. It probably looked like he was just out for a nice little stroll, but in reality, he was on full alert and constantly scanning the area for any strange beasties.

Nothing about the man was of interest to the ghost that was floating along the streets. Nothing except his warmth, wonderful, wonderful warmth for a creature that had been cold for too long.

The ghost floated in front of Murdock, considering him for a moment.

Murdock studied the ghost right back. "You ain't no wobblie, are ya?"

It didn't respond. Just floated closer, trying to pass through Murdock, trying to claim some of that lifeforce for itself.

Murdock hastily took several steps backwards. "I don't think you wanna do that." Whatever 'that' was. "Just go on about your way, okay?"

Steps backward didn't matter. It had survived for centuries without warmth, the wonderful warmth that this one took for granted. A few more step wouldn't matter. It swept forward, passing through Murdock, taking the warmth it needed and leaving a deathly chill behind.

He shivered as the ghost passed through him. "Hey," he complained, "don't do that." He spun around so he was facing the ghost once more. "Go on, I really don't want to have to fight you." Not to mention that he had no clue how to fight a ghost anyway.

If the ghost understood the words, it didn't respond, glorying in the infusion of warmth that faded all too quickly. Almost immediately, it encircled him again, for longer this time, sucking all the warmth and lifeforce it could steal.

"No...stop that," Murdock panted, dropping to one knee. "I don't know...who you used to be...but I can't help you. Please...just go away." He was shivering quite violently now, trying to curl up a bit in an effort to keep himself warm.

There was more warmth left. Just a little more. Just...the ghost stole as much of the blessed warmth as it could from the man on the ground before skimming away, looking for another victim.

Murdock lay on the ground trembling, weak and panting, as the ghost drained him further. "N-no...pl-plea-se." Eventually, he lost too much strength and then consciousness.

Logan (still in his Wolverine costume) returned from his Avengers mission, parked his motorcycle in the lot, and started walking towards Atlas when it fully dawned on him that something wasn't right here. It didn't smell right. There were all kinds of things that didn't smell right. In fact, that smelled awful. He decided to stay on alert as he made his way into town.

If Logan was paying attention, he might smell the stink of a Calydonian Boar charging up behind him. It was hungry and mad.

Logan's keen sense of smell made him an excellent tracker. As it turns out, he did notice something closing in early enough for him to turn around and see it.

It was a big boar. He hadn't been expecting a big boar. "Aww crap," he said as he braced for impact.

The boar rammed happily into Logan. Now, to gore him and eat him! The boar reared back, intent on starting with tonight's goring.

"Hey, bub," Logan said, starting to get up after being knocked down. "I just spent four hours in traffic. I'm annoyed and you don't wanna do this."

Logan didn't expect the boar to answer with anything but attempting to rip him apart, so three razor-sharp claws popped out of the back of his clenched right fist with a SNIKT sound.

The boar was not scared by such a puny sound and inclined its head as it moved toward Logan, intent on hitting him with its sharp horns.

Logan growled as he sidestepped the charge with a spin move, both dodging the gore and using his claws to attack with a slashing backhand at the boar's side.

So unnecessary. Now the boar's insides were falling to the outside and it was screaming in boar-pain as it fell to the side and died slowly.

Maybe someone could have a barbecue.

"Radio better explain what the hell that was all about," Logan noted as his claws slid back into their housing in his forearm. "I leave for three days and giant boars start attacking. What's this place coming to?"

Because it comes at the end!

All about the island, Sunday

Play with Cerberus

Fight a Monster!

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