The Idler's Return

[flapjack]

i'll take the last, and something to fix that door

[AcidK]

*AcidK hands flapjack an acid volcano bomb and looks at the door.*

You know, it could be easier if you used the door handle.

[flapjack]

i did use the door handle, but it was stuck

so i gave it a mild hit with my shoulder

[Demon Dave]

*DD also looks at the door and then at flapjack*

"I think the problem may have been to do with the fact that the sign on the door says 'Pull' and not 'Push'"

[flapjack]

really ??

*flapjack looks at the sign and comes to the discovery that it is completely unreadable*

how was i supposed to know ??

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin pulls Verric out from under the wreakage off the bar stool, and vaguely wonders why it is Verric who always gets landed on. He then stands, and looks at the door with a vaguely sad expression on his face.*

"Vandals everywhere these days. Really I should fix it properly, but I really couldn't be bothered with that; cheating is so much easier."

*Gryffin tips his head onto it's side, and then the door leaps up, all the splinters fly from the floor, the screws leap out of the bar front, and they all rush together, fusing back into the door. As the door re-seats itself on it's hinges, the paint over the pull sign leaps off, and floats into the bin behind the bar.*

"Telekinesis makes life easier, even if it does scare the occasional patron. Except the only ones who would be scared are now plastered, so I doubt they'll be worried."

[flapjack]

psychics are rare, powerfull and much feared

psychics are a lot like mages in that aspect

damned, a mix of those 2 is even rarer

i'm a mix, telemorphic, some basic telekenitic training and archmage of the academy of nexus, the 1 and most succesfull magical academy, primary of fire magic, owner of the crystal and weapon of fire, low level mage in a lot of other things, tough those are mostly unused (other then healing magic, i have to use that on a regular basis)

[Gryffin]

"Oh good, stick around, and don't get too drunk. If any fights break out, you can fix them up."

[AcidK]

Psychics are now, indeed, pretty rare and feared to a point that disrespect and sometimes anti-psychism comes into play. Especially when they start beleiving that a simple Televelocitics is called 'over powering'. That and telepathics is my feild, makes lifemuch easier when you want to knock people out within a second.

*AcidK looks at Gryffina dn smiles.*

And if there is a real fight to brake out, I beleive it would be in the will of the patrons to get me under control again before people start getting fixed up... And maybe prie people from my grips, if it comes to that.

[flapjack]

hmm, i should be able to help with the prieing people out of your fingers, unless they happen to be made out of panatheum

but calming, that's a bigger problem, if only i was a telepath that would be a lot easier

*flapjack pulls in a couple of people with several charges of assault and violence on their police record*

*flapjack uses his very limited telekinetic power to make 1 of the guys hit another 1, a brawl immediatly follows, several chairs landing right in front of flapjack (guess who is there, right, verric)*

[AcidK]

-sigh-

*AcidK turns to Gryffin.*

Excuse me for one moment...

*AcidK phases through the bar counter and pulls up a chair, smashing it on one of the brawl-straters, grabbing the other by his right leg (using many of his tails) and began to furiously use him to knock brawlers through windows and doors, forcing them to fire (with great speed) out of the Idler's Return. But AcidK didn't stop there, he was in the mood now... he grabbed the one he had hit over the chair with one of his hands and began to play 'Guess How Many Whacks To The Floor Before Your Head Explodes'.*

[flapjack]

*flapjack guesses it is 1*

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin sighs as a brawler flies over his head, and goes out the door.*

"You know, I'd prefer it if you just held them apart and handed them over to the cops. The cops tend to look very badly on corpses turning up."

[AcidK]

*AcidK, still bashing the still breathing and panicking mass in his hands, looked at what he was carrying. True, cops would look badly onto a corpse... but it was als true that the more turn up, the less crowded the stations would be.*

[Gryffin]

"I was more thinking of them turning my pub into a crime scene and arresting all of us. If they try, don't try and kill them. Just go along and if they achually try and lock us up, you can break out."

[AcidK]

*Gryffin looks quizidly at Gryffin.*

Why have a police raid in a pub full of psychics, madmen and mophing dragons? It would be suicide. Rhen again... why did you want police to arrest us all? You KNOW what happens if something tries to handcuff or control me like that.

[flapjack]

*flapjack watches as the cops come in and tell everyone they are now under arrest for public fighting and assault, the cops then go around leading everyone out of the door, handcuffing those that resist*

hmm, you know, i'm pretty certain they're gonna try and send us to jail now

mostly Acidk and the 2 other brawlers, we'll probably be released in about an hour or 2, i just hope they don't try to handcuff acid

[Gryffin]

"I don't want them too, but it is better than killing them all, yes? Then they confiscate the bar! Okay, breaking out is a sinch, but I'd have to change my name and set up all over again."

*Gryffin looks at the several cop cars pulling up outside.*

"Now, please, try to stay calm, and go quietly? A massace is not what I want this place famous for beyond the perfect pint. Besides, give these guys a break, they deal with riots every other week for crying out loud. The last thing they need is us."

[flapjack]

there is currently 2 things we can do:

first: go quietly, everyone but Acid and the 2 other brawlers will probably be on the streets in an hour or 2, 3

second: CARNAGE, we get rid of some of the cops in a not pleasant (for the cops) way, forcing them to call in the SWAT teams, then the army

[AcidK]

*AcidK stood completely still as the cops came in and, as more arrived, began to look at the towering AcidK concerningly. when they noticed that a cop trying to cuff him was being lifted in the air, AcidK's clawed hand gripping him by the throat, the others began to try and baton AcidK down. In all this, AcidK was taking some mild amusement as the batons bounced off his dead skin with virtually no effect.*

I could go quietly, but that would just be against my way of so-called living.

[Demon Dave]

*As the cops storm the building, DD suddenly leaps behind the bar, grabs a Spas 12 and mutters something about not being taken alive*

[AcidK]

*AcidK suddenly looks towards DD and his eyes widen and go bright red.*

Are you behind MY bar and taking one of the drinks?!

*AcidK drops the cop, the others now straining to keep him still, but in vain as he turns and marches up to his bar, each step a pounding upon the floor.*

[flapjack]

err, acid, a spas 12 is a shotgun, a pump-action shotgun with a lot of power

*flapjack decides to aid the defence of the building, he thus pulls an fully automatic machinegun and begins spraying the door with bullets*

[AcidK]

*AcidK points accusingly.*

But he still behind my bar, dabnabbit!

*AcidK knocks a cop away from his arm as he tried to force it down.*

[flapjack]

*flapjack throws over 2 square tables and puts them against eachother in a triangle like way towards the windows and door, then continues his spraying of bullets towards cops*

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin hides behind the bar with DD, moaning.*

"This is what happened to the Waypoint, and it lost and entire wall and a good chunk of the two ajoining ones as well. And it was about four times the size of this place. The insurance is going to skyrocket. I'll have to insure most of the country for crying out loud."

*Gryffin stands up, and shouts to Acidk.*

"Take it outside before something gets broken. And take that gun of Flapjack, or they'll have the anti-terrorist and Special Branch down here. I do not want to be associated with terrorism!! And he might hit one of your bottles. What happens if he hits a Myst Breaker??"

[AcidK]

*AcidK's eyes widen at this remark and he pulls out his K5, stabbing the floor as quickly as he could. The ground shook and then moved out, grabbed the Shotgun from DD and then snaps the machinegun out of Fla[pjack's hands, sendiong it into the ground and swallowing it whole.*

No guns! I cannot protect the world from any leakages within my drinks... Say, there's an idea... Gryffin, pass me batch number 192, stat!

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin shakes his head, wonders how much of the town this is going to blow apart, and hands Acidk the batch from behind the bar.*

[AcidK]

Ah, thank you...

*AcidK grabs the cop that was still hanging onto his arm and then pours a little liquid down his throat, suddenly the cop's eyes bulged open, his body went stiff... and then finally he turned around, grabed of of the policemen and suddenly exploded, just enough to blow both of them apart.*

Controlled Explosive Canabolism, usually they get a chunk or two out of the nearest person before they explode.

*AcidK watches as the other cops turned to flee, but AcidK had already rushed to the doorway and began to forcefeed a few individuals, every time the same occurance happened, oe of them actually got to sink his teeth into another before exploding.*

Ah, the morgue's going to have some fun tonight...

[Verric]

Verric becomes a bit confused by the events of the previous two pages, and goes off somewhere else. he sits down in a cornmer, and pours sand out of his shoes. he then sets to work, humming the Sandcastle Song with the apparent grace and precision of a drunk bumblebee.

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin sits down beside Verric with a small amount of the sand he retrieved from Verric's first castle, and begins making one of his own, while the bullets whine over his head. It was easier to accept his bar being blown to pieces if he could build something else. He wondered when the battle would stop, and also when the army would be called in.*

[AcidK]

*AcidK watched as beams of light were beginning to enter the windows of the Idler's Return.*

Voice: This is the 145th Tank Division, you have ten minutes to surrender and come quietly.

*AcidK looks at Gryffin, as if asking for the go ahead, his hands already morphing a little into a cannon, although a little downgraded at this current time.*

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin nods absently, waving that Acidk can do whatever he feels neccessary to prevent anyone getting killed, and sticks a coc/ktail umbrella into the top of his sandcastle.*

[AcidK]

*AcidK seriously wonders if he can do anything at this point without anyone being killed, but he knew he can stop people inside the pub from getting killed. His arms morphed faster now, growing into one full-sized cannon that took up the span from one window to the other. In fact now AcidK was the cannon itself, in bits and peices anyway. His head was poppong out the top, one arm was on the control as his other was underneath the cannon, holding it all up. It was the same cannon from the Waypoint, but downsized to only 1/16 it's original size.*

Okay... can someone hold my leg, it's dangling from the quantum exchangerm somewhere...

[Verric]

Verric, lulled to sleep by his own song, falls asleep face down in a sandcastle.

[Demon Dave]

*DD gets up from his hiding place behind the bar as soon as he hears the words 'Tank' and 'Division' and goes to hide in the celler where it's probably a bit safer*

[flapjack]

*flapjack decides the tables should be made of panatheum, unfortunately changing things into panatheum with psychic powers simply won't work, flapjack thus changes the tables into adamantium alloy, which does work*

acid, could i join a little in the fight, now that it's serious ???

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin starts using bits of broken bottles to decorate his castle, until it reflects the light in a shining array of hundreds of colours. Then he gets up, and walks straight out of the bar and up to the nearest tank. He climbs up on top of it, oblivious to the startled shouts coming from inside, and raps on the hatch. It opens slowly, and Gryffin smiles at the man looking up at him with a pistol.*

"Good morning. Sorry about the inconvience, but this was all just a brawl got out of hand. If you would just go away, my barman will have nothing to shoot at, and nothing to therefore blow up. I assure you that this would be wise, as I don't want to loose my pub, and you don't want to get killed, and your superiors don't want to loose the town. So if you could just withdraw for a while, I'll try to calm things down a little at this end, and it's not as if we are going anywhere."

*Gryffin then hops down from the tank, and saunters back into the pub.*

"Acidk, turn back into something vaguely human shaped, and help me teleport this place out of here. There will be another town with a vacant lot somewhere, and we can just crash in on it."

[slick]

A large blue line appears in the middle of the pub and it splits into 2 a hole appears and out of it appears a rather large male.. well sort of...undeadish...

He walks out of the hole and closes it up,

"is there any reavers for an old friend?"

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin walks in, and smiles at the new arrival.*

"Good morning, if you could just move this way in case Acidk goes off..." *Gryffin gestures at the gun filling most of the bar.* "...and would you like to order something?"

[AcidK]

*AcidK morphs back, although slowly, and is left holding a P25-modified pistol.*

I hope you can teleport an entire establishment in under ten seconds, it looks like they don't give a rats ass and are aiming to fire.

*AcidK points the pistol ready and holds it at a cannon that was aiming to fire.*

[slick]

Slick Follows Gryfinn to a plaster covered area of the bar and orders a round of reavers.

He also mentions to Him that his weapon is able transport large sections of land to most places of the six universes.. unless you wanna visit hell.. i went there once, was nice but not a nice place 2 live.. to hot.....

[AcidK]

-ooc-
Tell that to those in the Dave's Fast Fd Joint, it's become a large blood-fest arena in hell there.
-ooc-

*AcidK watches closly at the tank, it fired a shell, but so did AcidK, calculating every second as he aimed the pistol again. The bullet itself from his pistol connected with the cannon shell, and suddenly a hole in the time/space continuum opened up, sucking the shell in and closing up once more.*

Never mess with Academy Weaponry...

*AcidK aims the pistol at the tank and readies to fire if any other tanks begin to bombard. At least he would be able to outspeed their bombardments.*

[Demon Dave]

*Down in the celler, DD finds the barrels of beer connected to the bar above and begins drinking out of one*

"mmmm free beer"

[Hewitt]

*Suddenly there is a loud roar and the inside of the pub is filled with a blinding flash of light purple light from outside. The light last for a few seconds before disapating leaving nothing but a large scorch mark where the street full of tanks used to be. Loud yells of surprise and shock echo from all around the pub outside as all becomes dark as the sun is blocked by an unknown source. About half of the cries die off as another blast rocks the very ground.

As this is all happening things become rather shaking inside and so there is a feeling of gravity increasing as the entire pub is ripped from the ground. Another purple energy blast rips through what is left of the tank division as the Idler's Return is lifted into the air towards the source of the sudden death and darkness. Soon the view of the sky and the town below disappears as the building is pulled into an opening of a large aerial surface, smooth as glass and black as obsidian. With a series of humming electronic sounds the opening closes below them. This is followed by a distinct thunk as the pub lands on the metallic floor, it's ground level now raised by the once underground cellar and basement. Anyone brave enough to look out the front door would find a well lit cargo bay of gigantic proportions.

Those same people would've also suddenly jumped back as a large draconic head half the height of the door poked in.*

Hi everyone! and welcome aboard the ENN DragonHeart. Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?

*Hewitt gives everyone a bemused look.*

[AcidK]

*AcidK, wondering if Hewitt went a ittle too far, too quickly, looked at Hewitt and frowned.*

You know there are rules to psychic use within one thread...

*AcidK steps out ionto the cargo bay and sighes.*

And why did you teleport us here? A country outback or somewhere with at least a human population would have been suffiecient.

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin shakes his head as he sits up from where the gravity had dropped him, and teleports himself to Hewit, where he looks up at the draconic head hanging over him.*

"You know that I am very grateful for the trick you pulled back there, getting us all up here, but the whole point was so that we didn't have to eradicate the tanks. Not to do them both at the same time."

[Hewitt]

*Hewitt raises an eyebrow at Acidk.*

Who said anything about using psychics? Physics maybe but definately not psychics...

*Hewitt then hears someone outside within the cargo bay. Pulling his head from the Idler's front door he turns and looks down at Gryffin.*

Don't you worry 'bout them tanks. I will see to it that they are replaced, I have connections you know...

*Gives Gryffin a conspirital wink.*

Now do you ungrateful peeps want me to drop you off somewhere in particular or should I be content with just dropping you?

*Hewitt grins.*

[AcidK]

Dropping us sounds more fun, hows about an airlock? I have not breathed space for a looong time.

[Gryffin]

*Gryffin arched an eyebrow.*

"I was more concrened with the people in the tanks....never mind. Drop us somewhere in N. Ireland, a medium town just about anywhere ought to do. Cookstown or Antrim or somewhere."