The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

If you thought that Arthur would be staying indoors and sticking to speeches now that precautions could be taken, you were utterly mistaken. He'd been outside for the better part of the day - not alone, either, as he was taking his own advice - keeping the creatures occupied. Or dead.

Mainly dead.

Unfortunately, he had yet to succeed in capturing one either.

He'd just gone out on his second patrol of the day when he stumbled across the park - and what seemed to be a group of five baby godzillas, conferring. "...Be very, very quiet," he told his companion.

[[ arthur's thread for one and a couple of beasties; open park is open for your unrelated business! ]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I know," Merlin said. Though it came out more as "I nng!" thanks to the gas mask.

Such an odd little device.

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him a quick sideways look.

Then pulled out his crossbow. Silently. "You go at them from the flank."

... Merlin couldn't botch that, right?

"I'll try to take one out from here."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Nodding this time instead, Merlin slunk off to try and route them so the group could be taken care of before they harmed anyone.

They looked a bit like small dragons, too!

This would be fun.

[bitchprince]

Fun. Right.

Arthur squinted, aiming his crossbow carefully. At the head... just turn a bit and--

He got eye. He fired. Excellent shot.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin, on the other hand, was busy whispering something behind the mask. His eyes flashed so people know he's doing magic dramatically as the fog started to circle another of the creatures.

[bitchprince]

Now that he'd gotten the godzillas' attention...

Arthur shoved his crossbow back into its bindings and yanked out his sword, heading down, down.

The creature Merlin was concentrating at blinked, twisting around. What?

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

The fog twisted faster around it, coming up in a sort of very tiny tornado. Well, it started tiny, but it was getting larger and more powerful as Merlin focused longer on it.

[bitchprince]

... and now it was getting its hair dried, and it didn't even have any hair. The beast made an alarmed noise, sending two of its bretheren scattering.

Towards Arthur.

Who was still coming at him, sword and all. "Faster, Merlin!"

That poor front godzilla was doing without an arm, now.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"This isn't easy," Merlin hissed, letting it grow until the creature was picked up off the ground to be tossed about like a rag-doll.

[bitchprince]

There was no response from Arthur, who nimbly weaved around the first godzilla and managed to bury his sword in the creature's... tail.

The fourth beast was not about to take this windy violence against his brother lying down. With an almighty roar, he charged at Merlin.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Wow."

Merlin needed to stop being all impressed with himself and remember that there were creatures out to eat him and Arthur here.

Which would happen about... no.

"Gahh!" He flailed out at the thing, knocking it back against a tree.

[bitchprince]

The godzilla slid down the tree, seeing tiny lizards with wings flapping for a little bit. Then it began to clamber back upon its feet, shaking its head and watching the battle going on between Arthur and his two friends with interest.

One lizard had quickly bit the dust. Arthur had to duck the claws of the second. No problem. Right.

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

Gas mask firmly strapped on and staff in hand, Gabrielle somehow managed to make her way out to the park through the fog. She thought she'd spotted other members of the fighting reserves out there beating up on the creatures, and she'd leave them to it, but she was going to try things her way.

As soon as she found a creature to deal with, anyhow . . .

[madetoosmrt.livejournal.com]

The little lizard who came tromping out into the open(ish, the fog was still around, after all), was very late for the previous convention o' lizards. He'd stopped for a snack and gotten lost and...well, no one cared about the lizard's backstory.

He was there, he was scary, and he was heading straight for Gabrielle.

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

Gabrielle might care about the lizard's backstory! If she spoke lizard, anyway, but pfft, details that weren't going to stop her.

"Here, little lizard creature, here," she just happened to be calling as it approached, not realizing yet that the gas mask muffled her voice. "I'm not going to hurt you . . . I just want to talk for a minute, okay?"

[madetoosmrt.livejournal.com]

The lizard was used to people screaming in terror, but trying to start a conversation was new. Even his boss wasn't that lonely.

He tilted his head in confusion and stared at her.

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

"Hi there!" Gabrielle said brightly, very careful not to move the hand holding the staff as she waved her other hand in what she hoped was a universal gesture of friendliness. "Now, listen, I know a lot of people are beating up on your friends, so I know it would be a really easy mistake to make, thinking we're all just out to get you. And I'm sure it's all just a big misunderstanding, so I'd like to get to the bottom of it, okay? Can we do that, you think? Talk this over for a few minutes?"

[madetoosmrt.livejournal.com]

Wow, this food talked a lot, and the lizard had a very short attention span.

So he tried to eat the chatty, chatty food. My, what sharp teeth he had!

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

"Good, good, I'm -- ack!" Gabrielle jumped back with a yelp. "Yes, you have very nice teeth. Very sharp. Is it a lot of work to keep them that way?"

Yes, Gabrielle, compliment the lizard in muffled gas-mask voice. That'll work.

[madetoosmrt.livejournal.com]

Oh, he was so glad she asked! He practiced excellent oral hygiene. See? Look how shiny and sharp--and close--they were!

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

". . . and I'm sure you want to know your hard work hasn't gone unnoticed!" Gabrielle backpedaled a few more steps, still not bringing the staff to bear. "No, no, really, I believe you, you don't have to demonstrate them on me! We'd all be happy to compliment you on them if we can reach some kind of agreement! Right?"

[madetoosmrt.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this lizard wasn't authorized to negotiate. His orders were strictly on the "eat and maim" side of things.

Watch out for the tail, Gabrielle.

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

"And -- ack!" Okay, now she was getting frustrated, and getting knocked to the ground contributed to it. "Hey, hey, hey, keep the tail in your personal space, okay?"

Yes, that personal space was kind of overlapping yours right now, Gabrielle.

She sighed and scowled, for all that you could see it through the mask, and used her staff to lever herself back to her feet. "This isn't working, is it?"

Oh, look, convenient two-handed grip now. JUST IN CASE.

Gee, Gab, you think?

[madetoosmrt.livejournal.com]

Oh, why did he always get the difficult food?

Really, there was going to be some serious emo poetry about this later.

For now, he was going to try to bite that stick of hers in half.

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Zayne made his way into the park with a gas mask - as well as a spare, in case he came across somebody without one - and his lightsaber. He wasn't really seeking anything to fight. But if anyone needed help, well, it was the Jedi thing to do, making yourself available to help them.

Strangely, Zayne wandered around the park, missing action of any kind. It was almost like the Force was paying him back for that whole thing with Jaina the other day.