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The Park, Thursday, All Day

For all the chompy bunnies that had been taken out yesterday, there were twice as many running around the town now, and to the administration's horror, they'd made friends with the gizka and the Protopets - if "friends" could be defined as "members of an ongoing competition to see who could reproduce the fastest" at least. The Protopets were burping, the gizka were spawning, and the bunnies were...well, bunnying.

The creatures were running all over the island, but there was a considerable amount of them in the park. Maybe it was all the trees to hide behind. Maybe the lake made a nice setting for mating. Whatever the reason, if anyone was looking for a good fight, this was the place to be.

[As mentioned in the OOC post, these creatures can be fought anywhere on the island, but this post is for anyone who wants a specific place to fight, or a group setting to get their aggression out. Minor OCD is below!]

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Is your morning run being interrupted? So sorry!

B.A. had made his sleepy way to the mini-fridge and reached in for the milk, only to instead hit something fuzzy. He bent, confused, and came face to face with a rather dozy bunch of monsters. With milk mustaches.

After a moment of swearing about the lost milk, B.A. slammed the fridge door shut hard, causing it to pop open and hang on a hinge. But not for long, as it soon disappeared, having been eaten by one of the blue creatures. After finishing the door, it belched and another blue creature popped out.

"Oh hell no." He reached out to try to grab it and maybe find a box or something to shove them all in (and hope that this was all there was) but the thing chomped onto his hand, gold rings and all.

B.A. roared and swung his fist into the nearest wall, smashing the milk-thief. And a dent in the wall. He took a second to examine his hand and then glared at the fridge full of even more monsters. "Right, fools. First you take my milk, and now you take my gold?! I hope you suckers said your prayers today."

He stomped back into his room, coming out a minute later with an M60 (http://sgtbaracus.livejournal.com/pics/catalog/522/21503) and spraying the mini-fridge, screaming, "You like gold, suckas? Try lead!"

Fortunately, Anakin took the gun from him before B.A. made it very far into the day. Anakin also confiscated, after a quick search of B.A.'s luggage: a Star Model BM pistol, a Colt M1911, two P7s, a Heckler & Koch P9S, three slimline HK94s, and an Ingram Model 6.

What?

So it was a very very angry black man charging through the park with a baseball bat and smashing things, yes.

[Open for any interaction; Anakin modded with permission]

Work off your lunch! Use up some of that midday energy!

Okay, when Anakin had envisioned an invasion of annoying bitey things, he'd pictured slightly fewer of them.

A lot fewer of them.

And fighting without a lightsaber (because there was really no way to pass it off as a giant flashlight or something) was a ~~LOT~~ little more difficult than he'd counted on.

Anakin's fight style against these things was a lot of jumping around and throwing them, with a few interruptions for hopping and yelling "get off, get off, get off!" when the rabbits got really vicious.

Next time, he decided, when they imported their own invasion, he'd make sure the invaders were a little more badass-sounding.

Work off lunch? Well, Alistair did enjoy a big lunch every now and again...

Mind, he was running into some trouble figuring out how to actually hit these things with his shield, being as low to the ground as they were. He found himself occasionally dipping into templar techniques, energy swirling blue around him.

He was going to be very put out when he realized that the creatures had managed to maul his trousers, leaving him with a uniform that had one sleeve and one trouser-leg to it.

But that moment was not yet here.

Violence! Wonderful, wonderful violence, which Cara flung herself into with enthusiasm.

Though it was debatable whether she was going to be pleased or disappointed when she realised her uniform looked it it was going to be making it though almost completely intact.

Seifer was more than happy to play a slice and dice with the creatures. He had lost most of the uniform, and was hacking away with Hyperion, leaving a pile of bloody carcasses around him. He'd even summoned Ifrit, but that had backfired a bit.

The fire demon? Was currently sitting against a tree, laughing at the situation, while occasionally grabbing a creature at random and tossing it in his mouth.

MMmm, crunchy!

Really, Wesley was certain that a simple dispelling ritual would work better than any of the actual fighting.

That said, simple dispelling rituals were rather off the table right now, so he was working with what he had.

Which was a crossbow, to be specific. Oh, Wes.

Please, like Morrigan was going to wear that disgusting outfit more than the hour for her class?

She was wearing a wolf, thank you very much, despite the fact the blue-things were not very tasty. Bunnies, however, were very tasty, and Morrigan was slaughtering any of the invasive little vermin she could find, and stacking them in piles to take home later.

Gabrielle . . . could not keep her sai tucked into her high socks very effectively, as she found out pretty quickly. Poor tattered socks; oh, well. She had no particular objection to holding onto the sai anyway.

She would have been perfectly content to leave the little creatures alone, except that one of them took a chunk out of a scroll she'd been working on, which just happened to contain a passage she was particularly proud of, which wasn't quite as worthy of indignation as certain uses Xena had made of her scrolls in the past but still cause for ire.

Which was when she'd discovered exactly how vicious the little things were, a discovery that had occurred precisely 4.2 seconds after she'd discovered how quickly (and weirdly) they reproduced.

How the creatures managed to rip the bottom half of her uniform shirt off in a conveniently midriff-exposing way, a fate remarkably identical to yesterday's uniform shirt, was a ~~gratuitous running gag~~ mystery. She felt better fighting that way, at any rate. The Protopets being as small as they were, she ended up resorting to a lot of kicking. Which was fine. She needed the practice.

Lion-o was still cranky about the uniform and still very angry about Stephen Colbert calling him a kid. He was going to take it out on the assorted bunnies, gizka and Protopets. Smashing them really made him feel better, even if his uniform was going to be in very poor shape once he was done.

Goose didn't have his blasters on hand with him ~~despite the icon~~ but that did not stop him from attempting to fight. His usual training exercises had been disrupted through the week, so he saw this as his chance to make up for that and if his uniform managed to get damaged in the fight, well he wasn't really going to mind.

Yes, the creatures are still running around. It'd be amazing if they weren't trying to eat us!

Some time into the evening, a red fox trotted into the park. He was silent, he was stealthy, and he was leaving dead rabbit-things in his wake.

Well. At least for once, Peter had a way of fighting back during an invasion.

This was just embarrassing.

Well, this was interesting. THAT was very much not a real fox.

Morrigan trotted over, rabbit still in her mouth, spitting it out only to transform into her regular human shape, in her regular human clothes, sitting cross-legged on the ground and staring at him.

"Well now. What, pray tell, are you?"

Peter stared straight on back at her, evenly.

He was a fox. His ability to communicate was rather limited, he felt, even if he still managed to communicate rather a lot via baleful looks such as this one.

"Glares do not disturb me, kit," she informed him, tying the rabbit's ears to one of her many belts. "You aren't particularly threatening to one such as myself."

"I know you aren't a fox," Morrigan continued, unconcerned. "What I want to know is if you're a student who's been in my potions, so I may point and laugh."

Charming. Really.

Peter's eyes rolled, in as much as he could do that now. Then he snorted and shook his head for good measure, just to get the point across.

No, he hadn't touched anyone's imasen potions.

Shooting things in these pants in NO way made up for having to wear them.

It did take the edge off just enough that Bo hadn't given in to her overwhelming urge to shoot

a) Stephen Colbert
b) The pants
c) Stephen Colbert again, after shoving the pants down his throat

Yet.

Once Zayne realized how badly the gizka situation was - along with the other situations going on - he started trying to coax the gizka back into a crate without killing them.

Somehow this ended up with a rabbit eating his boot. He wasn't even sure how. This was not going the way he expected at all.

The world can't end before I see The Avengers. /selfish

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