The Park, Wednesday Morning

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It hadn't been the taint Alistair had been picking up all this time, but it was certainly a taint. By now, his senses were screaming at him about it. And he'd seen the creatures, milling around in the shrubs, turning up in the streets and running amock.

He was a Grey Warden. This was what he was meant to do, wasn't it? In peace, vigilance, in war, victory-- that was his duty.

He was standing outside in the park now, shield in one hand and sword in the other. His armor hung comfortably heavy on his shoulders. He felt strong, ready, and maybe a little frightened...

Not that that mattered right now.

The creature in front of him screeched with inhuman hunger and barreled straight at him, presumably with designs on his innards. But that was only a guess.

Morrigan	Hungry though it may be, the fireball aimed squarely at its head may be a slight hindrance in eating anything today. Or at least in seeing what it was eating. "Are you simply going to admire the 'spawn, then?" a familiar voice asked from behind Alistair. "Or are the Greys of a Warden for more than just show?"
Alistair	Alistair watched the thing as it got knocked back, then shot Morrigan a brief, annoyed glance. "I was getting to it, but then someone stole my darkspawn," he whined said, then twisted around in time to give the creature in question a firm smack upside the head with his shield. "Is it just me, or are they a bit pointy-looking for darkspawn?"
Morrigan	"Some form of sharlock, perhaps?" Morrigan mused, fingers weaving quickly to cast a hex against the creature. "Shrieks are always rather odd."
Alistair	The creature went down with an almighty shriek, and Alistair didn't even spare it a second: he jabbed his sword firmly through the thing's neck. It struggled for a few precious moments, then slumped. He pulled his blade out. "They don't feel like darkspawn either," he said. "They carry a taint, there's no doubt about that, but it's different somehow."
Morrigan	"Lovely. Some other form of Old God and some other type of taint. Will wonders never cease?" Morrigan retorted, rolling her eyes even as she stalked forward, searching for new prey. "Different how?"
Alistair	"It's hard to explain," Alistair said, cleaning his sword on the grass. "I don't know. Just-- different. I do know there's more of these things out there..." In fact, he could see a pair of misshapen eyes staring at him from the bushes right now.
Morrigan	"Well then, t'wil probably be more efficient to dispatch them in numbers, rather than hunt them down," she mused, readying a ball of lightning about her hands. "Shall I announce our presence?"
Alistair	"Why do I have the feeling I am going to regret saying this...?" Alistair mused, shifting back into a ready stance. "But do say hello for us."
Morrigan	Morrigan simply smiled a sharp, hungry smile, and lifted her hands towards the sky triumphantly. Lightning streamed from up upraised hands, illuminating the sky in a pillar of cackling energy. The display surged with power, and then the column exploded outwards, bolts flying towards things hiding in trees. "There. Now everyone will know something is here, and they will find us."
Alistair	Alistair's reply was decidedly sarcastic. "Lovely. I've always dreamed of being eaten by pointy darkspawn." The amount of eyes in the bushes increased exponentially. "Right, here they come!"
Morrigan	"I wouldn't dream of stealing your kill again," Morrigan purred, her eyes focused on something large moving off to the left; it might have been an alot at one point, but it was hard to tell now. "Those are all yours." "It shall be interesting, to see one of the famed Wardens in action."
Alistair	"I wish I could say the same about you," was about the last thing Alistair managed to get out before the half-teal half-brown monstrosity was upon him. He struck out hard, spirit energy setting his form alight for an instant, drawing bright circles on the grass around him. The creature tumbled back, looking dazed, but Alistair gave it no time to rest, and pummeled it with his shield.
Morrigan	"What? You are utterly uninterested in the arts of magic? Odd, coming from someone who has clearly had Templar training," Morrigan drawled, utterly unimpressed with the display. Templar. It figured. She spun her staff, slamming it into the ground and a tide of spirit energy ripped out along the earth, throwing the alot back.
Alistair	Alistair's sword came down into the former deer's midsection. It screamed, but he paid it no attention; rather, he withdrew the blade and turned towards the next source of noise in the distance. "Never took my vows," he shot back, "For good reason."
Morrigan	"Why? Scared of apostates, or of Chantry boredom?" she called back, bringing the staff around again to shoot ice at what appeared to be demon-duck-things, freezing them in place while she continued with their larger counterpart. "It clearly wasn't for the uniform."
Alistair	Alistair struck out suddenly, lodging his sword halfway into an alot's trachea. The thing yanked itself free with a gastly spurt and wobbled, taking a few steps back. "Because I'd actually like to do some good, instead of sitting in a tower, waiting for maleficarum to chase," he ground out. "Not that I'd expect you to understand that."
Morrigan	"Because clearly I am sitting at home right now, knitting," Morrigan retorted, scooping up one of the frozen ducks and pressing her hand to it. Black smoke rose for a moment, and when she tossed it into the fray, it exploded, bringing down a few more creatures that were slinking out of the underbrush. "Am I supposed to praise you, for not finding enjoyment in the torment of the sheep you heard into your Circle? Congratulations, then, that you are not a monster who feeds on the suffering of others."
Alistair	"No, Morrigan," Alistair said, between clenched teeth, "I simply do not care about your opinion. I know that might be hard to accept, but please try not to weep." The wounded alot glanced a blow off of Alistair's shield. He shoved it back and stuck the sword deep into its belly.
Morrigan	"Heartbroken, truly," she called out, ramming her weapon into the open mouth and down the throat of her very angry alot. One channeled firestorm down the length of her staff, and it was a very charred and smoking alot. "Come now, Alistair, stop playing with your 'spawn."

[ open to morrigan, open to all, open to... people who want to do other park-related things! come fight. minor ocd alert. ]

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For Morrigan

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In which they fight. And fight critters.

Re: For Morrigan

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"Oh, do shut up," Alistair grumbled, tearing through the creature's flesh and leaving it for dead. "...Maker's breath, that smells awful."

Re: For Morrigan

[ofthe-wilds.livejournal.com]

"If you expected it to smell of wild roses, than I shall have to somehow lower my estimation of you farther," Morrigan snarked, throwing some teal deer back with a mind blast.

Re: For Morrigan

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"You cooked it," Alistair accused. Sort of. "It's going to take days to get the pointy darkspawn scent out of my armor."

He slammed his shield into an alot's face and kicked out at a second one.

"Then again-- that might be a weapon in and of itself... Fear me! I am Alistair! Smell my wrath!"

Fight! Fight! Fight!

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For anyone else who wants to join them in fighting the pointy darkspawn.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

It would be nice to say this sort of thing didn't happen to Guy a lot, but... that would be a damn, dirty lie. Sorry folks.

"Can't leave this freakin' island for a day, can I?" He asked, picking up one angry alot with his ring.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

[badnewsandwit.livejournal.com]

"Woah!" said Alistair, because that was the sort of thing you said when people started flinging creatures around with magic.

Or just... picking them up. 'Flinging them' had more of a sense of drama to it, though. "I'd expected more of a dramatic entrance from you!" he added a second later. He was kidding.

He was also withdrawing his sword from an alot's face.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Guy shot him a look for that, tossing the alot into the treeline. "Green Lanterns always make a good entrance," he replied, forming a construct of a sword and shield.

"You just don't know style."

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

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"This is how the island says it missed you," Cindy said, casually shooting a charging...thingy...in the face. "I've always been a flowers-and-jewelry kind of girl, but I guess that's old-fashioned."

Attacks with killer monsters! When you care enough to send the very best.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Instead of 'He went to Jarods' it was 'He went to Fandom'. Romantic!

Guy blinked at the usage of a gun before shaking his head. No super powers here, people had to make due with whatever they had, he supposed. "So, roses when I teach you about football?"

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

[not_in_the_book]

See, Ronan knew that weird things were going on -- and that did explain the weird buzzing in his hindbrain -- so he'd elected to head to the clinic.

Of course, a quick detour on his way meant that he was pulling a pen out of his pocket: a pen which swiftly became a sword, blade shimmering as red and blue flowed across its surface in an everchanging pattern. "Seriously," he shouted at the park's other combatants. "I've barely been back, what, two weeks, and already with the fighting! I missed this island!"

As he squared off against the... things coming at him, he called out at them, "In the One's name, desist, or I shall take decisive action such that your existence may come to an end!" Yeah, Ronan thought to himself as they kept coming, not like that had ever worked before.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

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Well, he had a rather impressive sword, did he not?

"Be you Templar, mage, or apostate?" she called, sending - well - a large fist made of rock flying through the air to knock back some of his new 'friends'. "For that is no magic I have ever seen."

Coming from someone who's mother was a dragon, well...

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

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"Oh, asking them nicely!" Alistair called back. "Hadn't thought of that! Quick thinking!"

They were coming in too fast; he reached inward and drew upon spirit energy again, slamming his hands together. Another blue ripple shot outwards in a circle around him - five meters on every side - knocking alots to the ground and draining any magic it touched.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

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"Nice sword," Cindy said, giving it--and him--a cool glance filled with professional interest, followed by a quick grin. "Cindy, teacher. You new to the island?"

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

[raspberryturk]

Reno was on a bit of a roll today, and like hell he was going to just go and sit quietly while big ugly smelly things were crawling all over the island.

"Just like back home," he mused, sauntering into the park and casually tapping his baton against his shoulder. "Bet they ain't worth the effort it takes to try an' mug, though."

Fandom monsters were always disappointingly broke. Ah well, they were usually pretty fun to play with, all the same. With a grin, he broke into a run, swinging his baton at the nearest alot. They were big and ugly. Right up his alley.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

[not_in_the_book]

"Reno!" Ronan called across the battlefield. "I'd ask how it's going, but I think I can guess."

Ronan's adrenaline was running a liiiiittle high, yes.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

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"Nice hair!"

Alistair had gotten into the rhythm of this whole monster-fighting-business, so now he had time for compliments.

Or had, as one former deer shoved Alistair's shield firmly back in Alistair's face, which earned it a blow to the head.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

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Cindy strolled into the park, ostentatiously whistling, hands in her pockets like they weren't in the middle of an invasion of wildlife-turned-whatever. Technically, sure, this was a stupid plan. She ought to be lying low, not getting involved, protecting her cover, blah blah blah blah.

But it had been a really long time since she'd had any fun at all and if Bigby had a problem with it, she'd simply point out that many of the adults on the island bonded over kicking nasty things in the teeth and this would help her get more information in the future.

Really, though, she just wanted to kick nasty things in the teeth. Or shoot them a lot. Whichever.

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

[raspberryturk]

"Yo, partner!"

Well, technically, Rude was Reno's partner. But Rude was stuck at the post office today, and while Reno loved his buddy to bits, the post office was not exactly Reno's idea of an exciting time when he could be out at a place like this, instead.

"Enjoyin' the fresh air?"

Re: Fight! Fight! Fight!

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"Hello!" Alistair called cheerfully. Or as cheerfully as one could get, being drenched in blood and guts and-- well, all right, the guts hadn't gotten further than his shield, and this was why he had the armor, but it was still really stinky and that did something to one's cheerfulness that had to be noted in narrative. "Haven't had a lot of girl fighters stopping by so far." Beat. "Wonder why that is. Anyway, nice to have you!"

Do Non-Fighty Stuff

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There are other things to do in a park other than beat things up. It's crazy, but it's true.

OOC

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I'll go SP in an hour or six, but otherwise I'm around!

Re: OOC

[ofthe-wilds.livejournal.com]

*swoops*

Re: OOC

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Again I ask: HOW DOES THAT TOP STAY ON?

Re: OOC

[badnewsandwit.livejournal.com]

SWOOPING IS BAD.