"I'm not sure," David answered. "The Icon only taught me how to make it, and an idea of its effects. I imagine it goes pretty far, but I don't know how many I can have at once, or even if I can have more than just one."
"I almost made one on accident once," he continued, "But then..." His voice trailed off. He began staring vacantly into space, not paying much attention to where he was going. "Never mind," he finished, shaking his head, as if trying to clear out something that had been plaguing him.
"So now that we're here, what's the plan?"
i think i mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apartVesper's hands remained clasped together, but they still trembled nonetheless. The only thing she had a tighter grip on was the shadows cast around them.
"I-I-I swear, M-Mr. Witt, this is the first time Terry's ever behaved like this, he's never been like this in front of us before," she blurted out to James in the span of four seconds. Her shoulders shuddered slightly at the idea of looking and seeing how potentially panicked or horrified he had been at Terry's display.
"I'm so sorry," she quickly said to him before quickly trying to get back to the group gathering at the warehouse entrance.
"I do not approve of the fact that my favorite quotes are too long for this character limit." - MeEmily stopped by the entrance, smelling an odor of spray paint and salt radiating from the door. She tried pushing it open, only to find it locked from the inside. She was about to start disintegrating the lock, when a voice sounded from above.
"Emily Cliberg you bastard!" Everyone's head tilted back, spotting the flash of red hair peek out from the edge of the warehouse roof, "Don't tell me one of your interns accidentally sold their soul again!" The voice paused, "Are those all your interns? Where'd they all come from? The Demonic Tesco? ... Can I buy some demonic interns too?"
"Clyde." Emily sighed, "Just open the door, Clyde. I can explain later."
"Well, yes, about that." The voice seemed to fidget, "Um, I'd love to meet your new cult, I really would Emily-poo, but... I've kind of locked myself out. Watching the hell-flare and all. Um... Can one your demon babies fly? Or perhaps shoot lasers? That would be really helpful right now."
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Emily tilted her head, "Isn't that what the fire escape is for?" She pointed to the side of the building.
The voice pondered for a moment, "Can't use the fire escape. Nope. There's no fire to escape from- it might get offended."
Emily sighed, placing her palm on the lock and feeling the tumblers begin to melt. She turned back to the group, "Does anyone want to throw Clyde off the roof? I'm sure he'd benefit from it."
"I heard that."
"You were supposed to."
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"I'll do it, if one of you can catch him," Marina offered. "We're probably going to need to learn how to catch people falling from heights at some point, anyway."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.The shouting man is annoying. Can I rip him to pieces?"
No.
Terry leaned back a little, relaxing as best he could. He had to get a handle on his anxiety. At least the warehouse was spacious and not cramped.
If it was small and cramped and dank and dark...he shuddered at the thought.
edited 30th Aug '13 8:45:36 PM by NickTheSwing
Terry decided to talk about this rescue business, "But if we're talking catching people from fires or such, I can definitely do that! I've actually saved a bunch of people, so if you guys ever need me to catch people falling from a great height..."
He now seemed back to his confident, smiling self. How much of this was an act, not even Terry knew. He just knew that if people could be saved from harm, he would be there.
The tumblers gave out with a pop, and Emily smiled. The door opened with no more than a soft push.
"It's alright. Clyde's already been caught faking alien evidence at least once. So even if he said something, no one would believe him. Speaking of which-"
She tilted her head back, shouting up to the roof, "Clyde! These are my new friends! New friends-" She lowered her voice, pointing towards the roof, "That's Clyde Fuller. He runs the London Paranormal Radio from five to five. He's also a rather harmless— unless you give him a sword... Then he becomes a great danger to himself. Well then, shall we go in?"
Terry flipped open his phone and looked through the news of the day. The media had dubbed him the Golden Guardian, and he had to admit with a blush, some of the things the female anchor said about him were...flattering.
Of course checking the comments section led into a number of people who gave the teenage hero headaches.
However, then he got a news alert. Apparently downtown London was being wrecked by some Ooze Forms and "zombies".
"Hey, guys, we have a problem. Downtown London is being demolished by the Icon of Hate's forces."
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"Actually, its move makes sense, from a tactical standpoint," Marina remarked. "It knows that the ones in America aren't the only heralds, now, and that we're in London. So, rather than ignoring the threat, or sending a few minor minions who may or may not be carrying weapons of impressive power like Mansart's blade for us to take, it immediately sent a force to draw us out and attempt to destroy us before we hit our stride."
Marina began heading for the door. "Anyone know how to hotwire a car? Because it'd be a long run."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve."I wouldn't worry about that. We've got all the time we need." The world around the group blurred. A pigeon flew past in extreme slow-mo. James smiled his calculated smile again, and strolled out of the building. "Care to join me?"
Now if you don't mind, I am somewhat preoccupied telling the laws of physics to shut up and sit down.

Heh, wrong direction. How amusing, seeing the lot of you flailing about so pitifully.
Terry kept walking into the warehouse, and thought about what he could do. Maybe he did need to have David analyze the thing inside him, but given what happened last time, such was almost completely out of the question.