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Look, Kanan had absolutely not 'fallen off the wagon.' To fall off a wagon, one had to at least nominally be on the wagon to begin with. Kanan wasn't so much on the wagon as he was being careful about the situations in which he strayed away from it, and tonight...

Well, sometimes a man just needed to take a pull or two from a flask while out walking his dog. There was something in the air tonight that was chewing at his senses, and if a mouthful or two of rum could calm his nerves, then what was the harm?

It was Stance who noticed the ominous pressure in the air first, who rounded a corner and almost immediately started growling. Kanan noticed it a few moments later, hand reaching for the blaster at his hip and eyes narrowing. He didn't hesitate for so much as a moment as cold dread and exposed sinew rounded the corner, all horrifying teeth and meat and the promise of death lingering around it. He took aim and he shot it, cleanly, between the eyes.

That was, of course, when the second one came up behind him, driving him face-first into the cobblestones, sending his blaster skittering just out of reach. Kanan strained against the weight of it on his back, but the creature held fast, and the longer it stayed there, the harder it was to struggle, until the world had narrowed down to a pinpoint, that cold feeling, darkness, and the distant sound of his dog barking and snarling from what could only be a few meters away.

Oblivious, in a good mood because the heavy lifting of her last semester was almost finished and it was still early enough that she wasn't feeling all bummed out about leaving, Summer headed down to town, holding a bright pink Tupperware filled with little cactus-jalapeño-jello monstrosities that she was taking to Hera before they started to turn and singing a Cardi B song really, really badly. Barely a care in the world, really, until she heard the sound of barking that had her stop in her tracks, listening. And stopping allowed her to feel that something was definitely wrong, and, after a moment of thinking she should just go back to the dorms, because it was almost the weekend, so who even knew what was about to start now, she went to investigate.

And nearly dropped her Tupperware when she saw that the barking was coming from Stance. "Stance? Buddy? Stance, boy, what is it? What's wrong?"

And, because she couldn't help it: "Did BDG fall in a well?"

God, she hoped that was all it was.

Oh, no no. If Kanan had fallen down a well, he could just jump out again. That was clearly not the issue here.

Stance ran up to Summer, tail between his legs, whining. And then he nommed onto a pant leg and started to pull.

This was a bit more urgent than a well. Not that he had any idea what Summer could do about it, no, but somebody had to try.

"Hey, hey, hey," said Summer, moving along as best she could with the pulling, "careful, these are my favorite pants!"

Why else do you think she wore them practically all the time?

But now she was also starting to get really worried, and she didn't like this at all. "I'm coming, don't worry, just show me the way, Stance."

And she'll follow, wondering what she might find on the way that would make a good weapon.

Stance broke into a swift trot, not so much a run, pausing every few meters to look over his shoulder to make sure Summer was still following. Not that he had to go really far. Kanan was just around the corner, looking... not great.

Not great was perhaps an understatement, given how he was a whisper away from death and he currently had an evil chunk of meat pinning him to the ground.

Stance snarled.

"Ohmygod."

Summer stopped in her tracks, staring at the...the...the disgusting thing on top of, okay, seriously, like, her best friend right now, and she had to admit, she was almost paralyzed for a second. She didn't know what this was, or what it was doing, but she did know that it wasn't good and it needed to be stopped, and so that brief second of frozen terror quickly melted away from the kernel of fierce, hot rage that grew up from the very center of her gut.

Besides, just a few weeks ago, she was not only inside out and skinless, but also huge, so if you thought about it, this nasty looking pink thing wasn't even that scary.

"Hey, you stupid naked monster!" she shouted, running forward. "Get off of my friend!"

And she kicked it. She kicked it hard, she kicked it good, a nice sweeping kick that went between Kanan and the creature and struck her toe right at the tender part of its belly, like punting a football or going for a kill shot on the soccer field.

It was a good kick! A solid kick! Not really enough of a kick to dislodge the tremens from its meal. Its prey was filling, and it was feeding deeply. It would probably take more than one good kick right to the tender bits to dissuade it from feeding.

Stance was going to help in his own way, though, sinking his teeth deep in one of the creature's limbs and trying to drag it off of Kanan bodily.

... Trying. Operative word, trying.

"Yeah!" Summer cheered. "Get 'em, Stance!"

But she wasn't about to let the poor little guy fend for himself, no way. She cracked open the Tupperware, hesitating for a moment before deciding that, between jello and an in-tact Kanan, she had a feeling she could guess which one Hera would prefer.

And so enjoy that jello mold in your face, creepy skinless monster. Right. In. Your. Face. Summer made sure to twist it a little, too, just to really rub it in. After all, there were chilis and jalepenos and a Sriracha garnish on that thing; that had to sting on that nice, fleshless body.

It wasn't, however, the spice that cause the damage, it seemed. Summer, who miiiiight have mixed herself a little drinky-poo while she was preparing the dish, a little mojito because there just so happened to be mint in the fridge, which didn't at all seem like a coincidence at the time (honestly, though, who sang Cardi B completely sober?), could only think of thing to harm this guy....jalepenos in the eyes, for example, or wishing she had something sharp to stab into this guy, a pitchfork, a dagger, anything. And just like that, the water from the gelatin seemed to freeze into ice, creating small little ice daggers out of the dish, straight into the monster's stupid skinless face.

"What the shit?"

NOT that she was complaining, of course, but seriously, what the shit?

Well. That certainly got the thing's attention. Instead of intently feeding on its prey and ignoring the annoyances, one of which it would happily feed on when it was done with this one, it reared up with a screech that was only half as blood-curdling as the miasma of cold horror that it seemed to exude.

Stance jumped back and barked again, this time in a sort of, 'Yeah! You tell it!' bark of encouragement. Whatever Summer had done, it had at least gotten the thing off of his person.

"Arrrghhh!" That sound? Was horrible. And Summer was left in a little bit of a daze, wondering how she made little ice shards out of jello, but it only took her a second of being bewildered to remember that this thing was attacking Kanan, and it didn't matter what made sense and what didn't, she swept down to pick up an ice shard in each hand and jumped on the thing and started stabbing it as quickly and fiercely into any spot she could find. Pieces of jello and monster started flying everywhere, it was in her hair, on her face, the thing was making the worst sounds imaginable, but she just kept stabbing until she was out of breath, thankfully well after the thing stopped trying to fight back.

And she was going to need just a moment after that, looking up to see if anyone really saw her kick into...that mode, but the only people there were the monster, Stance....and Kanan.

"Oh, god, Kanan," she realized, climbing over the monster and practically crawling back to him, looking down at him, not sure if she should shake him to bring him around, not sure if that would just cause more harm than good, not sure of what to do.

Where was Dr. Lecter's First Aid class when she really needed it? Forgotten, apparently, in her panic.

"Kanan!" she shouted, desperate for a response, eyes darting to the dark shadows of the streets and hoping there weren't more of them waiting. "Kanan, can you hear me?"

Kanan... could not. Kanan could very much not hear Summer at all. What he could do was... lay there, basically, face-down on the ground, breathing, but shallowly.

It was probably not super reassuring. Sorry about that, Summer.

Not. At. All.

"Shit," Summer muttered. "Shit, shit, shit!"

Quickly, she started checking Kanan for signs of injury, the first aid class finally rushing back to her, but it wasn't like it did much good. Whatever it was that had left Kanan in this state, it wasn't anything normal. She felt the panic rush into her, eyes darting around for help, knowing she wouldn't find it, knowing that she had to act now, before anything else showed up.

With a great deal of effort, she shifted herself and Kanan until she was slightly under him, arm slung over her shoulder, straining every inch of herself to get him up. She was a lot stronger than she looked, sure, but she wasn't that strong. Kanan clearly trained, and each step was a monumental effort for her, but she had to try, dammit.

...and then she remembered she had a phone, and Fandom had a police station, and they had to have a night watch, right? So, still holding him up as best she could, she fished out her phone, dialed a number, gave a description of their location with a sense of urgency, and got ready to kick the crap out of anything to show up before the ~~shamelessly modded~~ troopers.

Thankfully, it was a small island. And they were plenty used to calls like this.

Amaya had planned to hold off her celebration until this weekend. She finally did it! Saved and scrimped and lived with that...very...interesting Quark fellow for a few months until she had the money to do it, to buy a space for a brand new forge, in a town that, small as it was, got way more foot traffic than dinky little Daventry. But as she was home, working on her sign for the new place in the shed where she kept the Crumbler, she got to thinking, why wait? That bottle of champagne didn't have a concept of time, and not only did she have a new shop to celebrate, but she'd actually taught a class to a bunch of kids and they actually seemed to have enjoyed it. That enough was astounding enough, and so she decided, sure, why not crack it open now?

Amaya...didn't drink champagne often; she was definitely a beer and whiskey kind of gal, so she didn't think anything of finishing off a bottle, it was so light and bubbly and the more she drank, the more receptive to the idea of finishing it she felt. And once it was finished, she realized she'd need another for the real celebration tomorrow...

...off to the store! Maybe she could even get Apu to celebrate with him; he deserved it, to be sure, she couldn't have done it without him! Of course, she didn't get very far, though, before something slowly slunk from the shadows, into her path, something vaguely canine, but this was not like any wetzel wolf she'd ever seen.

"Whoa, there, fella," she said, holding out her hands for a moment, and a very brief moment it was, indeed, because no sooner had the words left her mouth that the creature pounced, Amaya let out a surprised cry and tried to turn to run, but it was much, much too late.

[[behold! as I play with myself. shh.]]

Thursday night, and Rosa was bored, and she was thinking, newly single as she was, she didn't even have much of a reason to high-tail it back to New York early this week. So what else was there to do in this shithole town than make the small trek across the street to the bar? It might have been a concerning habit if it wasn't basically what she typically did back home, too. That, and a book club.

A little pregame at home, because this was getting a little expensive, and she liked Kitty too much to just take advantage of free drinks all the time. She might have stuck with just vodka, but she felt a bit of a cold coming on. Splashed in a little bit of orange juice, look at that, a screwdriver. Healing the mind and the body.

She didn't get far out of her apartment, though, stepping right out into a scene that seemed straight out of a goddamn horror movie. Seriously, there was maybe fifteen steps across the street to the bar, and even that was too much to ask for without coming across something really messed up. A woman, on the ground, clearly losing a battle against some...thing that looked straight out of a nightmare.

Trained as she was, it didn't take Rosa long to pull her gun and fire off a few shots straight into the thing's head. God, the sound it made, reacting to the impacts, but it didn't seem to have the effect one would expect...you know....bullets to the freaking head to have. She didn't know what this was, she didn't want to know, but she also didn't want to leave a poor woman for dead on the street.

Thankfully, she was never without alternate weapons. She pulled a dagger out of her boot faster than you could blink, throwing it like a dart into the thing's neck.

A very...effective dart, apparently, as the thing whizzed through the air and cleanly cut a hole like one would expect something much more powerful than Rosa to create. She stared in slight amazement, but she wasn't going to think about it too much. Someone was in trouble, and she might be off-duty, but it was her damn job.

She kicked the body of the monster off the woman, finding it impossible not to note just how far it went from the little punt. She rolled the woman over; she was still breathing, good. And the monster seemed down, but she didn't know how many more they would be. She'd have to be quick getting her to the clinic, because she clearly needed it and it wasn't like she could just call for back-up, either. So she took a deep breath, crouched down, and slipped her arms underneath the woman.

The woman who was apparently light as a feather, despite how sturdy and muscular she clearly was. Rosa didn't know what the hell was going on, she was pretty sure she didn't want to know, but at least she had Cop Mode to slip into, almost mindless second nature at this point so she didn't even have to think about it too much.

Liam was not, by habit, a particularly heavy drinker. The one time he had over-indulged, during his first few months of life, he'd attempted to combat the hangover with over-the-counter headache caplets, and, well, the less said about that, the better.

Anyway, the point was, when he did drink, like tonight, it was typically nothing more than a beer or two. Unfortunately for Liam, the creatures currently roaming Fandom didn't seem to care how much a person had had to drink; anyone who'd ingested alcohol was fair game for a meal.

As he made his way through Fandom's streets, Liam couldn't help but feel a sense of cold foreboding. This in and of itself was not unusual, given that he possessed the Sight. It was just that usually those feelings of dread were accompanied by visions of some sort of impending danger. No such luck, this time.

There was no warning at all when a being of teeth and sinew leapt out at Liam, who reacted instinctively, shaqarava flaring to life as he held his hands up to shield himself. The explosive burst of energy ought to have been enough to make whatever was attacking him regret its life choices, but it barely set the creature back at all.

It leapt at him again, and began to feed, and soon all Liam could feel was a cold that seeped down into his bones.

Eric's own good mood was for much the same reason as Summer's; yes, graduation was coming up soon and for sure he'd miss the friends he'd made here, but he'd also gotten a scholarship offer from Samwell University for the fall, so. There had been some celebratory drinking, you know?

He was heading back to the dorms when he noticed a bright flash of light, and it was a testament to the years he'd spent in Fandom that he didn't give in to that initial urge to scream and run away. Instead, he crept closer until he could see what was happening: a scary looking demon-creature had pinned someone to the ground.

"Hey!" he shouted, all the while internally screaming because oh my god Eric what are you thinking you're not good at any of this fighting stuff. "Stop that!"

To his surprise, the creature in question did, in fact, stop that. In order to run towards Eric.

"Gaaaaagh!" Eric shrieked, throwing his hands up defensively, much the way Liam had. Only instead of shaqarava, there were lightning bolts. Also unlike Liam's efforts, the lightning bolts actually had an effect on the creature, which let out a scream of pain.

"Yeah!" Eric shouted, trying to sound far braver than he felt. "You want more of that? Because I've got more of that!" He didn't know how or why, but he did. Sparks shot out from his hands once more, and the creature just kind of... exploded, sending stinky black goo everywhere.

Glancing around nervously in case any more of the scary demon-creatures were around, Eric approached the prone figure on the ground.

"Hey, um. You okay?"

Liam was definitely not okay. Or responsive in any way whatsoever.

"Oh boy," Eric muttered to himself. "Well, I can't just leave you here." At least those years of doing skating lifts meant Eric had decent upper-body strength? Although he hadn't really anticipated it paying off in the real world in quite this way.

Edited 2018-04-20 01:31 (UTC)

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