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An Abandoned Warehouse in Town, Saturday Morning

It had been that sort of week for both of the embittered residents of room 408. The sort that pretty much had to wrap up on the both of them agreeing that, since they'd been tossing about the idea of doing so anyhow, now would be an excellent time to get some distance from the dorms. They could find some sort of rubbish or other to subject to their basic need to break things.

And one of the abandoned warehouses down Serendipity, when you got right down to it, seemed like the sort of place that held a great deal of promise, in that regard.

//Cor,// Jono mused after they'd pried a few of the loose boards over a window free and made their way inside, //looks like there won't be any shortage of rubbish in here to target.//

Particularly rubbish of a lamp-shaped persuasion.

[For the roomie, but if you have any particular reason to be breaking into a lamp warehouse on a Saturday morning...]

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"...Maybe someone's shipment got cancelled?"

What? Jak was totally in his right to question the existence of an abandoned lamp warehouse. Not that he wasn't used to all kinds of random crap just lying around, but...

His thoughts on the matter were interrupted, though, by maniacal laughter. He spun in place, flicking the blaster attachment back onto his morph gun.

Why. Why was there maniacal laughter in a lamp warehouse? Jono wasn't going to question the existence of the warehouse itself. After a few months on Fandom Island, Jono wasn't about to question much of anything, anymore.

Except for maniacal laughter. That much, he really had to question. Possibly while he was groping about in the darkness for something to swing at the source of the laughter. A lamp would do nicely.

//Please, tell me I'm hearing things, mate?//

"Only if you return the favour."

Jak's feet were taking him slowly, slowly towards the source of the noise. There was a wee little red laser pointer spot right over one box of lamps.

Squish.

Jak stopped suddenly and glanced down. "...why is there pie in a lamp warehouse?"

//All that evil laughing has to work up an appetite?// A pause for consideration while Jono looked down at the pie. //Especially if you're a voracious sort of... lamp.//

It was Fandom. Shut up.

There was a flicker of movement in the shadows off to the left, and so Jono spun on his heel, bringing his improvised weapon up in front of him about as threateningly as he could possibly manage. It would do.

It was a lamp.

That wee red spot? Shifted to the right in a way that would give anyone paying too much attention to it seizures. Courtesy of Jak moving to catch sight of a flickering shadow to his right.

"We have company."

//Brilliant.//

If he'd known that this was going to be a social event, Jono might have worn pointier boots.

//Please, tell me that yer have decent eyesight in th'dark, mate.//

The dark in the lamp warehouse. The irony was not lost on Jonothon, no.

Jak's only answer was a sudden, yellow flare of light in the dark, and then the hiss of the eco bolt burying itself into a stack of lamps near the back.

There was another burst of laughter.

Something darted by Jono's ankles.

That something absolutely earned itself a lamp being smashed downward toward its head, yes. There was a somewhat undignified shriek from the skittering thing, which was quite happy to continue wobbling along on its merry way.

And that would be when the shadows surrounding them moved.

//Bollocks.//

"Shit," Jak added, with feeling.

No time to waste. With a flick of his wrist, the Vulcan Fury barrel was in place where it belonged, and he was leveling that weapon and he was shooting at them.

They were fast. And wily. And coming straight at them.

Short range was so not Jak's style.

Jono, meanwhile, was more or less snatching up whatever was within reach- yes, more lamps- and smashing at the faces of the snarling things. He didn't much like what he could make out of them in the gloom of the warehouse, but he didn't have much time to dwell on the spikes and the teeth while they were swarming, en masse.

Those bandages looked important, and there were burn scars underneath. That looked promising to a bunch of enterprising gremlins with sharp claws and sharper teeth, all looking to pick off the weak and particularly squishy!

Jono lost his footing and hit the floor backward under the weight of them.

The weight was lessened considerably when the few still sitting on top of him were all but vapourized by the inevitable outpouring of psionic flame as his bandages tore free. The room was now considerably less dark, and Jono was decidedly not amused.

Yeah. Jak had to wince, and look away for a second as that flare of light tried to imprint itself on his retinas. He felt a distinct tug and then the weapon was being yanked out of his hands.

"Hey!"

Anyone else might have taken this moment to voice a thoroughly felt fuck at this point. Jak was not anyone else.

"So that's how you want to play it? Fine."

He shot forward with a fist, long range bedamned. Something in him crackled.

That crackle prickled at the back of Jono's head, senses that he didn't want were picking up on the raw power that coursed through his roomie. He ignored it. He'd deal with the headache later, when they weren't being attacked by what looked something like gremlins from hell.

The flames from his chest and face twisted and curled about him, and with a bit of focus, Jono managed to push some of that energy outward, splintering a pile of crates that he'd seen a few of the beasts wriggle behind. One heaved forward with a wounded squelch, and the rest scattered to hide again.

//How do yer suppose yer going to disarm us now, yer bloody cowards?//

That crackle became more pronounced. Bigger. Stronger. It curled around Jak's inner core of anger and pulled it outwards, singing to him about finally doing it, remaking himself, he could have--

He ignored the seductive little voices and simply focused on the anger, his vision going purple, dark, and he opened his eyes again and they were black.

Three gremlins went soaring into opposite directions as they were pierced by dark lightening. The angry-thing-that-was-Jak righted itself.

The crackle that was a prickle in the back of his head was how a full-out hum, and now it was Jono's turn to freeze in recoil of the assault on his senses.

Against what was possibly his better judgment, he turned to look at Jak.

And he blinked.

Well, then.

This, naturally, left him wide open to a gremlin assault from the rear. Which they were going to take advantage of. Armed with lamps of their own.

Jak's claws tore through a fourth gremlin, indiscriminate now in what they chose to rend. The energy coming off of him probably struck more than one other assailant as he turned, black eyes fixating on Jono's attackers.

And then he was moving, faster than he had any right to, sharp ends first.

You couldn't smash someone with a lamp if you had no arms, right?

Generally, armlessness tended to pose some sort of difficulty in that regard, yes. Jono's next movement wasn't so much an attempt to get in a better position to defend himself from the gremlins as it was an effort to make certain that Jak had enough room.

And if a few steps and an undignified scramble backward meant that he was in a better position for picking off any of the creatures that were attempting to take Jak down from behind, then so be it. A row of lamps not far off exploded as Jono's fire raked across them, sending ceramic shrapnel into walls and gremlins alike.

It was probably going to be a miracle if this building was left standing, at this rate.

Jak... did actually have the ability at his disposal to get rid of everything in this room. It's just that it would literally kill everything, and he had a little space in the back of his head softly beating away with the knowledge that he didn't strictly want to kill Jono.

Being in this form made it a little harder to remember that, though.

The lightening that poured off him was pretty indiscriminate; an arc fried a gremlin on the spot, but it came dangerously close to hitting Jono. Jak turned and tore forward again, just mauling, no thinking. He was racking up a sizable amount of gremlin guts.

They were going to have to hose one another off before going back inside the dorms, weren't they?

Lovely weather for that, this.

There was a stench filling the air, now, of burned flesh and ozone, sulphur and smoke and the reek of gremlin innards and pie that was suddenly entirely too well-done. Jono was vaguely thankful that he didn't have to actually inhale as it pricked at his nostrils, the hint of it lingering around the need to pay attention to where that lightning was going, and to be wary of Jak's claws, and to keep an eye out for gremlins that might get too close to either of them.

The next one that got too close to Jono himself was greeted with a boot to the face. It turned out, the toes of this pair were just pointy enough.

Jono's wardrobe choices had to be admired, really. (There was, in fact, a gremlin covered liberally in lipstick that was eying Jono's legs adoringly, but Jak didn't see the point in thinking about it)

The smell was welcome. His head was starting to spin. His dark eco levels were falling, but the haze had taken control now.

And the eco just wanted out. It'd be easy to take a leap and then to slam a wave of it down, kill everything, kill kill kill--

His claws pinned a gremlin that had been going for Jono against the wall. He pulled them out; the creature was bound to die from blood loss. He turned, and let some of that control go. Not enough to kill kill kill everything but it was a brilliant burst of over a dozen arcs all at once, burning away the shadows.

If anybody had ever wondered what it would look like to see a human fireball duck to the floor and cover what was left of his head with his arms, now would be their chance. If they didn't particularly value living or were somehow resistant to being flash-fried by eco.

And then everything was quiet. If any of the creatures in the shadows were left alive, they certainly weren't stupid enough to show their faces after a display like that.

Jono cracked open one eye. And then the other. And then he was warily pulling himself to his feet, looking toward Jak, eyebrows furrowed in concern and possibly a hit of unease at the lingering ache that the eco left in his head.

His reserves mostly depleted, Jak stumbled sideways, grabbing his head as the pain struck, sudden and familiar. Melanin seeped back into his skin, chasing away the white, turning his hair back into yellows and greens as Jak's body struggled to push itself back into the right shape.

His head trashed around one more time, and then he was opening his eyes up, blue like the sky. He panted once.

//Easy, mate.// Jono stepped forward, navigating a heap of cooked carcasses and assorted bits that he didn't care to identify on his way to offer Jak a hand if he needed it. //Are yer alright?//

His own flames seemed to simmer down a little, still twisting out and away from his body of their own accord, but calmer, now. A sedate sort of shade of blue.

"I'm fine."

Jak's voice was rougher than usual. His mind was clearer now than it had been in weeks, though, with all the excess eco wiped away.

Just the usual boiling in the back of his head. He pulled himself upright.

//Good.// And that was all he was going to say on the matter. In a similar situation, Jono would have wanted to drop the topic as though it had burned him, too.

He crammed his hands into his pockets, taking a moment to survey the damage.

//And here I thought they were just supposed to bite people.//

Jak padded over towards his morph gun, lying discarded beside a dead gremlin (covered in clawmarks). He kneeled down to get it. "Looks like they wanted to up the ante."

Jono, meanwhile, was now reaching for his bandages, heaving a psionic sigh as he did so. What had survived the ordeal was pretty much limited to the length that was still wrapped around his waist. Everything from the flames up had either been clawed away, or burned.

//Right stupid of them, if yer ask me.//

He then proceeded to kick the face of the corpse of the one that was covered in lipstick. Yes, he'd seen it eyeing his legs like that.

//Plonkers.//

"On this island?"

He pulled upright, yanking the barrel from the Morph Gun. "Pretty damn stupid. Until one of us bites it."

Unfortunate turn of phrase was unfortunate. Jono fixed Jak with a sideways look, eyebrow raised, and then he gave his head a shake.

//Well, I'm not plannin' on makin' it particularly easy for them.// He zipped his coat over the majority of the flames, leaving just what was taking the place of his lower jaw in plain sight. //Where to now, then? We're not likely to get much in th'way of decent target practise just standing around in 'ere.//

"It's the abandoned warehouse district, right?"

Jak slammed the Scatter barrel into place. Better for the close-and-personal.

"So let's go find some more abandoned warehouses."

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