7/18 Game: Halloween Horror: When Mutants Attack

[puppygirl]

Timeline - 31st October, evening

Darren smirked at the bouncer as they were let in, one arm draped around Selene's shoulders as he pulled his white hood back up over his eyes, "You look fucking amazing babe, as always," he said, completly unable to keep the smug smirk off his face.

So that she'd get fewer stares on the streed, Tigra had worn a long cloak on the way to the club. Once inside she took it off, revealing her costume in it's full glory. She fished the giant bell and collar out of her bag and put them on.

Adam smoothed gloved hands over his waspie before pulling his hair out of his face, looking around at the absolute geekfest that was his apparent classmates, black-lipsticked mouth turning up in a smirk. He couldn't speak, he could name all the characters. Was this Halloween or had he walked into a con?

"Oh, I hope that my appearance is at least a tiny bit more amazing than usual, considering how much time and effort had to put into this outfit," Selene replied, tilting her head slightly to the side as she returned Darren's smirk. "Forcing my hair to stay in this position alone almost drove me to the edge of insantiy."

Nori walked easily and well even in the impossibly tall heels that had come with the outfit she'd taken from work. It was a geisha kimono of...sorts, but then if the shoe fit, why not? She watched the rest of her classmates in their costumes, half trying to figure out who or what everyone was supposed to be.

Chris strolled along with Tigra letting their costumes of epicness just wow everyone. Oh yeah I'm better than yall, ya aint got nothin on Gene Starwind. Chris draped his arm across Tigra's shoulder. "This is Epic isn't it Tigra?"

She turned and grinned at him, "We have the best costumes." She replied, "And we match!"

"Remind to thank you for the help, by the way," Selene added, sucking on her red lollipop. "The way you fixed up those antique handguns makes them look even better than in the game." She pulled one of the large weapons out of the holster. "How fortunate I found a matching pair in a local store, don't you agree?"

Eddie spied on the streets below, leaping off the rooftop and webbing upwards, rappelling his way down to street level. When he was a few meters up he cit the webbing, landing in a crouched position.

Darren smirked, "Yeah, well we can't all be as lucky as me in that department, huh babe?" He moved his arm around her waist and pulled her in, purring in italien in her ear, "Ciao, bella. Posso offrirti qualcosa da bere?"

Eddie smiled beneath his SIGINT ninja mask at the gasps of the passers by, standing at full height and removing the Night Vision Goggles he'd 'aquired', entering the club. Tonight was gonna be awesome - thank you, Ubisoft, for Sam Fisher.

Adam edged in behind the rest, feeling a little strange - well, he was crossdressing. He had the androgynous look down, at least.

"Hey eddie dude nice costume." Chris still had his arm around Tigra. "Yeah Tigra this is just sooo epic. If I was a little more fanboy I'd squeel."

Selene's smirk turned into a grin as she leaned into Darren. "If you expected me to be fluent in Italian because of my last name, I'm afraid you're in for a disappointmen." She turned her head to glance up at his face. "However, the way you said whatever it is you just asked me, tempts me to answer with yes."

When inside, Eddie took a good look around at all the people in the club. Sexy girls and boys, kick-ass music ('Thanks, Adam...') and drinks/drugs depending on who you asked? Tonight would be awesome. He turned around to see... "That. Is awesome, Chris. And Tigra? Very nice!"

Tigra giggled, "Aww that almost makes me wish you were." She grinned at Eddie, "Thanks!"

Darren chuckled, fully aware of the envious looks he was getting from the other men in the room, "Asked you if you want a drink babe," he told her.

Eddie smiled beneath his mask, removing the goggles, then the balaclava, then placing the goggles back. "Kinda hot in this thing though...anyway; need drink...", he grinned.

Nori shook her head as she watched the crowd, feeling the brush of the silk flowers that dripped off the comb holding her hair off her neck, and spotted the guy from the other night, Adam. His face was mostly the same, but through the makeup and dye she barely recognized it. "You make a convincing girl."

Tigra leaned a little against Chris as she turned to look around the club, her senses almost on overload from the noise, the smells and all the flashing lights. She shook her head, then looked to where she'd bumped into him and back up at his face. "That a caster under there or are you just happy to see me?"

"Less exciting than what I hoped it would be, but I won't say no to a drink, either," Selene replied, softly crooning in the back of her throat as she kissed Darren's neck. "Surprise me, will you? I'm in the mood for something strong, dark, and flavourful."

Adam tightened his gloves, before smiling at Nori. "Thanks. It's my first try." His eyes, almost colourless in the lights of the club, darted around. Not as good as Kinetix, but he couldn't see this lot going there.

"Maybe a little of both. Fanfiction fun maybe?" Chris opened his Jacket up and showed off the Caster gun complete with Caster shells and belt holder that Darren had helped him make. "Dude Darren thanks for hookin me up with these," Chris called over to him. "Oh and you two look great dude."

Tigra giggled, "Wow! That's awesome!" she paused and looked around shiftily. "Can I play with it?"

"Thanks man," Darren called back, before unhooking himself from Selene, "You be a good bella and don't go talking to any strange demons before I get back, 'kay?"

"If you ever need clothes to try it again, come find me," she said, flicking a stray lock out of her eyes. "So, you're supposed to be a goth?" She couldn't be too ashamed of what she was wearing; it was a good bit more than the last time.

Eddie eventually surfaced at the bar, ordering the drink he was after and looking into the crowd. Angelo was there; dressed as Sigfreid from Soul Calibur? He grinned, waving at the blonde who seemed to be nervously talking to a Jedi and his Padawan. Cute.

"Which one?" Chris nudged her and gave her a playfull smirk. He pulled it out of it's belt holster and handed it over to Tigra.

"Do our friends count as such," Selene asked, a wicked grin on her lips. She then turned to let her gaze wander over the rest of their group while Darren took care of the alcohol business. She stepped over to join them, grateful that the gun barrels that served as the soles of her high heels. They were actually wider than usual heels, making it easier to keep her balance.

Jason slipped in after them, fairly certain that this would be the first and last time anyone showed up here sporting the Stalin moustache and uniform. "Lucky I caught the rest of you...would it be badly stereotypical if I were to stick with vodka for the whole night?"

"Not exactly." Adam smiled, though it froze a little when he saw Eddie. Truce. "You ever read the Sandman series?"

She grinned, turning the replica caster over in her hands, "So cool!" It looked just like the one in the series!! Even down the the rotating barrel! "That is.... amazing." She looked up at Chris again, "Drink?"

"Neil Gaiman?" she clarified. "Not much. Flicked through it once but it wasn't relaly my type of book."

She turned hearing Jason then cracked up, "HA!"

"Ah. Well, I'm one of the Endless - Desire." Adam gave her a semi-shy smile. "It's got no sex, and is pretty androgynous...kinda like me."

Jason just smirked as he heard that laugh and pulled out a box from the uniform's coat. "Cuban? I got a pretty good deal on them."

"Jason," Selene greeted him as he approached them. "Lovely costume. Muchly approved." She chuckled. "Now I only hope that someone else in here dared to show up dressed as Hitler, so that the two of you can proceed to have an epic kung-fu fight."

"Uhmm sure, last time I went drinking it ended up pretty crazy." Chris laughed a little and offered her over one of the caster shells. "Carefull gal it's a six."

Darren made his way to the bar, administering small eletric shocks to a group of scantilly clad Rocky Horror fans in order to get to the front of the bar, he glanced at the cocktail list before selecting something at random and ordering two, brought them back.

Tigra giggled some more and investigated the shell, "What happens when you try and fire these ones? Do we get flowers?" She joked.

"...thank you, Lord Jesus...", Eddie muttered with a grin at the flavour of his drink - Black Snakebite was always so good to him. He took a glance around again, noticing Selene and Darre-...and Selene. He almost drooled in his drink. What a lucky bastard...

"...I could see it working, she said at Adam, with a half-grin. "At least you look...moderately comfortable in it. Cincher too loose?"

"If only, I can dream in any case." He lit his cigar. "If the night goes stale I'll definitely be creating an illusionary Hitler. What's more terrifying for Halloween anyway?"

"Hey Jason, awesome costume," he said, pushing the drink into Selene's hand, "that fit the bill babe?"

Adam watched as everyone started drinking, smiling a little as he shook his head. "Not really. It's just there to give me shape and hold up the bust. I don't know if you noticed, but I'm a skinny piece of shit." He was having trouble making his hoarse voice heard in the club.

"Heh that woulda been funny thing to rig up but nah, all you can do is put them in. They don't shoot nuthin." Chris rubbed his newly dyed hair feelin a bit weird having it be red and not spiked.

"Oh, no, I noticed." Nori had no problem with checking people out. "By the way, you've got nice ones."

"Thank you," Selene said, then raised her glass smell on its contents, her eyebrows arching in approval. "Yes, I believe I'll enjoy that." She gave Jason a quick look. "Why, Hitler on a zombie-raptor, of course."

"It's still fun though! You put a lot of work in!" She grinned handing the items back finally and heading towards the bar. The huge gold ring that had been tied into the end of her plait bobbing against the small of her back.

"Should hope so, I made them." Adam gave her a grin. "Um. Do you want a drink at all?" There had to be non-alcoholic ones for the designated drivers, right?

"... Okay, that has to happen!" Darren took a sip of his own cocktail ... not bad, "You like babe, it's called 'Liquid cocaine'," he grinned.

Glancing over at Christopher, Eddie felt a small pang of depression. 'First come, first served, Eddie...', he reminded himself, taking a large swig of his bitter coctail and sighing.

Chris holstered his gun and the shell and headed over to the bar with her watching her ring move. "Aint that heavy? All this metal is. Oh hey look!" He pulled the jacket off to reveal Gene's signature tattooing and scars.

"Sure, I'll take one. Want me to get them?" It was likely Nori could get them for a distinctly lower price than most, given she had half her breasts on display and wasn't at all shy about flirting with the barkeep. "What'll you take?"

Adam hesitated. His first answer was 'water' but he was meant to be out and partying, damnit. "Uuuuh...something...something with chocolate in, if that's alright." Wasn't he supposed to be buying her drinks?

"Sadly, I'm already expecting this name to be turn out a scam and being forced to face the disappointment of not finding any real cocaine among the ingredients," Selene mused, then raised the glass to her lips and took a decent sip. "However, the taste makes up for it. I like it." She let out a slight sigh. "Sadly, the cocaine is a lie."

"No it's not that heavy... well it could be... super strength." Tigra turned to look at him and blinked, "Wow you really did put a lot of work in!"

Darren chuckled, "The cocaine is always a lie, it's cut with stuff half the time," he took another long sip, "I normally don't do girly drinks, but this isn't too bad."

"Sure." she smiled, decided the guy was nice enough to buy a drink for--not that she wouldn't take one if he bought it either--and leaned over the bar to get two drinks. Nori came back with the glasses, handing Adam the lighter one.

"Edward?", came a voice from behind Eddie, he turned around. 'Aha, the girl from 'DJ Toxic's debut...'. He smiled at the Steampunk Pirate. "Can I buy you a drink, 'Aussie Sonia'?", he winked at her.

"Yeah took a hella lot of time to get this done." Chris cracked his neck gently. "I really want a barfight to break out so I can showcase some moves! Hey!! You should come over to my room or we can hit the rec room I've got the DvD box set!" Chris smiled to her. "Uhmm fuck I don't know what any of these drinks taste like."

"The first drink of the night should always taste pleasant," Selene explained, leaning into Darren's arm as she took another sip, before popping the red lolli back into her mouth. "After you've had enough alcohol, the taste becames less and less important."

"Oooh that sounds fun! We should watch it 'in character'!" She laughed, then turned her attention to the list, "Yeah I don't either... And I'm still wary of drinking strange things..." she frowned, "Think I'll ask for something you can't really taste the alcohol in... something fruity maybe.... I'm feeling adventurous."

Adam took the drink, sniffing it and his mouth watering. His eyes flicked over the club as he sipped it, avoiding Eddie - and then he stared into space, smiling beautifically. The flavours...

"Well I wouldn't know about that," Darren said, taking another sip, before leaning down into her ear and asking, "Balliamo?"

"Oh vodka, my love, come to me in amusing homeland themed names. I might as well do it while I'm still sober enough to keep the costume and know the references."

"This is..." He finally managed, coming back down to earth. "...Really nice." He didn't often have flavoured things because they were mindblowing for him. He took another mouthful. "Thank you."

"Uhmm Only thing I've ever had was rum and coke. So I think I'll get that." Chris looked around slowly hoping he wouldn't get carded.

"Certainly," Selene replied, grateful that pop-culture had actually taught her an Italian word. "You'll be responsible for carrying me home should I break an ankle in these heels, however."

"Ha, they didn't have any italien named ones at the bar for me, I was sad," he told Jason.

"Aww not gonna get something more fun?" She flicked her tail at Chris and then leaned over the bar to get the attention of the staff, her skirt barely covering her ass.

"Well I could try a little taste of some kitty." Chris winked playfully and bumped into her.

"That is dissappointing." Jason shook his head. "Here we have 'a juicy Russian kick in the nuts'. I believe I'm easily amused tonight."

Darren looked pleased at that, "Of course babe," he put his arm around her waist, "that's a pretty awesome name, but i'm afraid we're gonna have to love you and leave you, your despottyness, unless you wanna hit the floor with us?"

Tigra turned her head, arching an eyebrow, "Well now, we'll just have to see about that." her ears caught the sound of the bar staff approaching and she flagged them down, ordering drinks for her and Chris.

"You probably don't want to tempt me on that. Josef Stalin is made for busting a move."

Chris didn't let Tigra get away with paying so he gave the waiter a few big bills. "Keep um commin this is gonna be a fun night!"

Nori grinned at Adam's reaction to the drink, having not seen someone react so well to that little. "I take it that mkes you happy? A little more relaxed?"

"Ezio Auditore da Firenze is made for tempting ... and move busting!"

"Nonono! You're doing it wrong!", Eddie laughed with his aussie friend and her two companions - one was her brother, if memory served and the other was....new. "A 'Strawpeedo' is a complex move! Look.", Eddie demonstrated to his cohorts, now consisting of an additional male vampire and medusa.

Adam nodded a little, feeling slightly warm in the clothes he was wearing. "Yeah...it's really nice." He smiled. "You can get me another drink, since you have good taste." He grinned.

Selene let herself be led off to the dance floor, leaving her half-empty glass on a nearby table. "Our great tyrant could make sure to vanquish anyone who dares take my drink, however," she said, showing Jason a smirk.

"You never let me pay!" She complained at Chris, handing him his drink and picking up her own to sniff at it. So many smells! She put the glass on the bar and took the tiniest sip from the edge of it so she could get used to the taste. She nearly fell over.

"Stalin, steward of socialism, defernder of ladies' glasses," Darren laughed.

Eddie placed his thumb over the mouth of the bottle of Smirnoff Ice in his hand, leaving only the straw in, and began to sip - moments later the bottle was empty. "Then! You count to five...on five your head goes lighter than marshmallow!", he laughed, slipping back in his seat a little, much to the amusement of his friends.

"I can guarantee there will be nothing added to it. I cannot guarantee I'll not have drank it."

Nori laughed, and sipped her drink, and waved over a waiter, asking for another drink. "A Sex on Acid for my friend," she ordered, leaning back against an empty barstool and showing leg that looked long and perfect.

Darren snorted, "Enjoy your liquid cocaine," there was something nice about being able to say that in a club without having the bouncers football tackle you to the ground.

"I always do, it goes down a good deal smoother than the powdered variety."

"That's why you can't trust socialistic despots," Selene said with a chuckle. "They believe in the virtue of sharing."

As they reached the dancefloor Darren flipped his shoulder cape out of the way and wrapped his arms around Selene's shoulders as they started to dance, "Yeah, your land, your booze, filthy commies,"

"...Sex on acid?" Sounded...interesting...Adam finished his first drink as it came over, sniffing it. Smelt vaguely fruity and a little like cough mixture. He tried a little bit. "Oh god-" It was like a fucking rave in his mouth. The flavours!

"There's citrus in there..." she managed after a moment of blinking away tears. "Wow." she shook her head, trying to clear out the strange sensation. She licked her lips, picked up the glass, took a deep breath to prepare then took a huge gulp.

Before he'd realised it, he'd necked the entire glass, coughing as he put it down on the table, feeling oddly...light-headed. There were warning bells going off in his head, but he ignored them. "That was...really nice!"

Chris couldn't help but laugh a little at how Tigra reacted. "Yeah I don't think you could handle this one." Chris took a big sip of his drink.

"Now," Jason started in as he strolled back to the others. "Who exactly are we focusing on getting the drunkest for our amusement? It's always best to assure oneself is not the most drunk at a party. Nobody wants to wake up and realize it was them that kept losing their pants."

"That sounds like a challenge!" She said after a moment of trying to remember how her mouth worked, "I accept!"

Nori chuckled, amused at the reaction to the flavored drinks. "That good? Come on, the others have to see this," she said, reaaching a hand out and beckoning him forward to take it.

He ran his hands down over Selene's back, enjoying the feel of the PVC against her skin, "Mmmm ... how you finding the costume?"

"Not me, I-I don't drink." Adam grinned at the other guy. "Just because I'm the newest - oh, do they?" He took her hand, feeling oddly displaced, staggering a little as she led him.

Selene placed her hands, dressed in a long white gloves, on Darren's back and ran them up to his shoulders. "Surprisingly comfortable, to be honest," she replied. "I had expected to be sweating by now."

"To keep dropping your pants?" Jason quirked an eyebrow at Tigra. "My opinion of you has went up a good deal." He smirked at Adam's state too and flagged down the bartender. "Round of Jagerbombs are in order I believe."

"Jagerbombs? Are they nice?"

"They'll get the job done faster for you."

"Oooh I remember that stuff..." Tigra looked at Jason, then at the bar man, "Can I have some of that drink to acclimatise to first?"

"...Job?" That got Jason a wide-eyed stare. "Do they taste nice? Nori's been getting me drinks and they tasted good." And he felt really, really good. Really good! Where was Eddie? He had to try this stuff too!

"Oooooh, you'll be sweating by the time I've pulled that costume off you when we get home bella," he purred in her ear, grinding a little against her, "perhaps tonight we should have a little amore vietato, eh?"

Chris held his drink away from Tigra. "I think you're gonna take it easy. Super strong gal, drunk. That's a bit scary." He played around with her then felt a little bad so he offered her up a sip.

"Oh, yeah," she grinned, leading him over to the other group of Jason and his cohorts. "He's getting trashed," she laughs in explanation. "You want a jagerbomb?"

"Nobody is going to deny you more drinks." Jason chuckled and nodded to Tigra. "Yes, he's getting trashed and he definitely wants one. In Soviet Russia, you must follow the peer pressure."

"Trashed? I'm not getting trashed. And sure." Okay, there was a little part of him worried at that statement, but he could ignore it. He felt good. "Peer pressure's good. Wait, what?"

Eddie stood up, necking his fifth shot of Blue Aftershocks and shaking his head with a party cry. He turned around and looked over at the sexy-looking girl and/or transvestite fr-om...Neil Gaiman? "Dosen't matter!", he reminded himself in a tipsy yell as he stumbled out from his seat and towards her and her companion, resting an arm around both of them.

"Healing factor!" She sang at Chris, trying his drink then sniffing at the shot the barman deposited on the counter beside her. She wrinkled her nose and took a tiny sip, licking her lips. "Bleh... right..." she downed the shot.

"Oh, I like you," Nori patted Adam's shoulder, and got a jagerbomb slid over to them. "Give it a shot."

"Yes it is, and here they are!" Jason started passing out the shooters that had been put out for them

"Ladies of the night! I am your best friend as of when the bar-guy gets back!", Eddie declared. "Who's for free flaming sambuka?!"

Selene grinned, a soft chuckle coming over her lips as she leaned against Darren. "Oh, getting rid of the costume and having only my hair conceal my body would actually be a faithful representation of the characters, but I'm afraid that might get us tossed out of the club." She winked at him. "I shall be patient, though."

"Oh fuck yeah we can't get drunk! AWESOME!!! Bring on the drinks," Chris called out to everyone.

"Does that deal only work with being a lady? Because I can fake that." Jason called out to Eddie, fairly sure nobody wanted to meet She-Stalin though.

Adam sniffed it as an arm was hooked around him, coughed and then did as he was told, staggering into...Eddie? "Sambuka? H-hey, I know that - that's alcohol. I can't have that. I think. Can I?" He looked up to Eddie. "Heeeeey. Sam Fisher. Like."

"I'm sure I can get drunk... I'm just not sure how long it would take me..." she pulled the next drink to her, then snorted at Jason, "Do it!"

"Of course you can," Nori encouraged, shrugging Eddie's arm off her. "It won't hurt you to drink."

Chris laughed a bit at Jason's comment. "I don't think I wanna see this."

"Only a few more hours, bella," Darren chuckled, half turning his head to look back at the other students, "Ooooh, I hear the siren call of Jagerbombs and flaming sambuca, shall we pick up this little thread of conversation later?"

"I do! I do!" Tigra bounced and clapped then remembered how low cut her top was.

"Aha! Transgirl! Like it!", Eddie laughed. "Hey, bar-man! Lets get six shots of sambuka!!!", he laughed, letting his other arm rest, instead, on Adam's lap.

Okay, the room was spinning a little. But he felt good! So that was okay. Usually if it was spinning slightly it meant bad things but he didn't feel like how he normally felt. "Nooo it will, I can't drink." Adam shook his head, leaning fully against Eddie. "I can't-" The drink was slid in front of him. "Oooh! Fire!!"

"I'll have you know you can drink and you can drink very well."

"Oh, how could I ever resist the temptation of flaming alcohol," Selene wondered, twirling around Darren as she grabbed his hands and began to pull him towards the promised booze. "Or flaming things in general."

Chris watched her bounce up and down. "Uhmm Yeah. Lets have some fun!" Chris downed his drink and ordered another. We're gonna make this bar rich.

Eddie lifted one of the shots to eye level and grinned, blowing out the flame. "For Great Justice!", he laughed out loud, kicking the first shot back with a breath.

He picked up the drink, blew it out and downed it, coughing harshly. "Oh man...so good!" He laughed, before blinking blearily at Eddie's arm. "Eeeeddie. Why're you...doing that? Oh god, I just drank alcohol, didn't I?" The fact struck him as funny, and he started giggling.

"I feel wrong inside drinking to justice."

"Flaming is always good, unless it's you on fire, that'd suck," he grabbed a one of the glasses being passed out by Eddie, "Heh, for great justice!" he toasted, "Jason, why don't you drink to 'all your base are belong to us in that case?"

"Let's drink to debauchery and shenanigans instead," Selene announced as the rejoined the others.

"Yeah, you did," Nori supplied, ignoring the drinks that were being pushed her direction and passing them to other people. Tipsy was okay, but drunk she didn't want to be yet. "

"Drink to injustice then?" Tigra suggested, "It'd match your outfit better." she nodded sagely, "I'm gonna drink to... The Glactic Leyline!" She cracked a grin at Chris and downed her fresh drink.

Eddie looked at...Adam? "Haha! It's you! Wha-at?", he shook his head, nudging Adam a little. "You look gorgeous and I am a drunk Third Echelon agent; that's why!"

"To debauchery and snenanigans!" Jason could definitely drink to that.

"Drink to...to...drink to Chulainn then!" Adam pointed a finger at him. "Or something Irish. Can I try something else?"

"I'll drink to the Outlaw Star then!" Chris downed the shot he'd just recieved.

Adam grinned at Eddie. "Thanks! Y-you don't look so bad yourself, you prick." He slurred, laughing again.

Darren went to blow the flame out on his drink, then grinned and necked the drink while it was still on fire, "Mmmm ... warms you all the way down," he said, tipping his head back and letting out a small jet of the dying fire with a laugh.

"...oh he's drunk enough to skew national histories...which isn't that drunk for more people." Jason, not being one to pressure anyone, pretty much shoved another drink into his hand.

"And lots and lots of Dragonite." Tigra tacked on to Chris' toast. Drinking in character was fun!

Darren glanced at the board with the list of drinks, "Now, someone said something about Jagerbombs-not for that price!" he pointed at the board.

Nori jut chuckled as she watched people get absolutely shitfaced around her, just nursing her own drink and asking for a refill from the same bartender every time. He was cute.

Eddie couldn't help but chuckle also, realizing his hand had lingered on Adam's lap again. He reached for his drink and kicked it back in the same fasion as before. "Damn! Adam; you are actually awesome! Actually are, sir...."

Selene eyed Darren, then proceeded to do exactly the same and tossed back the burning drink. "Appears way more badass if a flesh and blood person does it, don't you agree," she asked, licking her lips before she grinned at Darren.

"And I...", Eddie continued, am SO sorry...man, like really...", he slurred to Adam, patting his head.

Adam didn't care what it was - his mouth was numb from flavours anyway - and he necked it down with the rest, practically sprawled across Eddie. "Y-yeah, I know, I know, 's nice." He grinned, eyes starting to mist over red. "Forgiven, man, really, y're awesome too, really!"

"Okay, who's for heading to Vito's? Jagerbombs are always cheap there?" he watched Selene and licked his lips, "Have I ever told you just how hot you are?" he said, intentionally punning.

"The Velvet Lounge calls." Jason approved of the idea.

Okay, now her mouth burned somewhat, and she was pretty sure there were a few blisters on her tongue, but Selene would have rather exploded on the spot than move a single muscle in her face. Instead, she quickly healed the light burns and grinned. "RIght now? Very hot."

Eddie looked over at Darren, nodding. "Shiiit...Adam, you and your sexy lady here want another shot before we go? My ol' drinking policy...", he snickered.

"More drink! That I can't have!" Adam added something in Irish that only he understood and cackled. "Oh man...I shou-shouldn't drink, not allowed..." He pushed himself up and nearly staggered. "Oops- nope, nope, I'm good!"

"Who says you're not allowed? Do you have a 'will self-destruct with drinks sticker on you somewhere?"

Nori mostly ignored the conversation around her that turned to a dull roar in her ears, concentrating on eyeing the barkeep and using what sign language she knew to suggest they talk somewhere after his shift. And lucky her, it was ending soon. "Hey, Jason, look after this one!" she called, noting they were heading and pointing at Adam. "Make sure he doesn't come back stewed, screwed or tattooed, yeah?"

"Incredibly hot, incredibly, unberably hot," Darren said, grinning as he started to lead Selene to the exit.

Eddie looked at Noriko, opening his mouth to ask the same question and pausing. Girl was obviously not gonna finish that shot then...he took one and slid the other one to Adam. "Ple-ease?"

"Meeedication." Adam ticked his finger under Jason's nose. "And-and...and...something else...I'll get back to you on that." He grinned, adjusting his bust. "Vitos!" He followed people out, his eyes burning red again as his control slipped further.

"More drink!" Tigra headed for the door, the bell around her neck bobbing in time with her breasts. She fetched her cloak and followed the others out.

Adam wasn't there...Eddie giggled. Silly him. He left one shot, kicking back the other and leaving the bar with a loud 'woot!'.

Chris ushered Tigra out. "Lets try some new secenary Prettay kittay." Chris laughed a little and donned his own Jacket covering his fake scarring.

"So I bring him home beforew all three takes place?" He waved, patting Adam's bag to assist in steering him. "We'll make sure you don't die. You'll be good."

Adam nearly fell off his heels, grabbing hold of Eddie and Jason. "Think I-I need help w-walking, man." He laughed. "Oh fuck, I'm in so much trouble...never drunk before."

"So?" Selene grinned, stepping up the stairs and out into the chilly night. "I'd offer to take something off to help cool me down, but I'm afraid this costume comes with only one layer."

Darren walked a little down the street outside, "You warm enough babe?" he asked, stopping to check behind them that they still had everyone.

Eddie stumbled a little under Adam's sudden weight, stabilizing himself and his new cargo. "Whoa...careful there, 'Toxicity'.", he hiccuped.

The cold air hitting him as he got outside definitely helped wake him up. Jason decided another cigar would do the trick as well as the people outside did seem to think that it was time for a smoke too, nodding briefly to a group of people clustered around in a huddle, puffing at their cigarettes.

Selene nodded. "At the very least, the alcohol makes me believe I'm feeling warm."

"Wow...", Eddie mused to Adam. "That was, like, my first ever drunken hiccup!"

"You've only begun to live."

Tigra wrinkled her nose at the smell of smoke, "Ewww..." she pulled her cloak up to cover the lower half of her face pulling up the hood and looking every bit the part of Aisha Clan Clan in her first main on-screen time on the series.

"Well if you do get cold, I don't mind being your coat," he said with a chuckle.

"Toooxic. Get it right." Adam tocked Eddie over the side of the head before grinning stupidly at Jason. "I-oh man, I don't feel too good..." His eyes flared suddenly as he stumbled.

Eddie caught Adam again. "Shit...you alright?", he stopped, holding Adam up with both arms.

"It's a beautiful thing." Jason explained about the smoke. "Delicious...yeah, I didn't smoke before I came here either." He looked to Adam. "Please...please don't throw up on me."

"Hey Stalin, got a spare one of those?" Darren asked, indicating Jason's cigare.

"Of course, cigars for my comrades." He held out the box for Darren.

Chris played with his Caster gun loading in a three shell. "Ahh feels good out here. "Lets find some bad guys to blast!"

He could suddenly feel everyone around him as his control completely disintegrated, the sheer amount - he could feel it calling and he automatically reached out so much blood-

"Let's hunt space pirates!" Tigra agreed with Chris then looked over at Adam, suddenly feeling not so happy. "Um... he okay?"

"Thank you, comerade-leader," Darren said, taking one and lighting it with the tip of his finger, taking a long pull, ".... Mmmm, nice ..."

Selene suddenly felt rather light, which surprised her somewhat, since usually she could handle more alcohol before any such effects set in. She felt much bigger surprise when she realized that her feet weren't touching the ground anymore. "Now this is new," Selene simply stated, staring downwards.

"Hey, Adam...yo!", Eddie held Adam's face in his right hand. "Look at me; what's specifically wrong?", damn he hated thinking while drunk, such bad headaches...

He ears went back, she stopped walking. Blood.

"Guys!", Eddie called out to wherever the others were. "Adam ain't lookin' so good!"

"Uhmm.... I don't know. I think he shouldn't have drank so much." Chris looked over at Adam.

"Let's put some water in him, maybe he'll grow to be a strong and healthy plant."

The world was muted as one particular blood-sense took all his concentration...he raised a hand, instinctively pulling it to him.

"Oh really now," Selene called over to Eddie. "The poor guy. Well, I've news for you: I'm floating away!"

The circle of smokers were being pulled from their conversation and their cigarettes to look up at the commotion that had interrupted their personal time with, for now, quiet interest.

Selene flailed with her arms, which had the much helpful effect of tilting her over, so that she was spinning around herself now.

She crouched on the ground, her tail tapping behind her, eyes fixed on Adam. She let out a low growl.

"Huh?" He looked down at Selene's feet, then blinked, "Uh ... babe, didn't know you could fly ..." he went to grab her and pull her back down ... and found he couldn't, "the fuck!?"

"Wrong kind of 'not good', 'Chrissie'...", Eddie muttered, suddenly gripped by...Adam's hidden Jedi powers?! He landed his face against Adam's hand. "What the fuck, dude..."

"That bitch is flying." One, the drunk of the group, didn't quite comprehend why they didn't approve of that again. The others were sober enough for it to click however.

"Neither did I," Selene remarked, waving her arms as she tried to get a hold of Darren's white cloak.

'Worst time to be drunk EVER, Eddie!', the Black-Ops Sith victim's inner voice bitched.

"Fucking muties." That was loud enough to be heard at least. The group started to move forward, cigarettes dropping to the ground.

"Selene, get down!" He shot his head around at the exclamation from the smokers, "... Oh shit ..."

"That bitch is about to fly something in your face," Selene shot back, looking rather graceless as she hung in the air.

This was...he didn't...was he doing that? Adam blinked, before staring at Eddie. After a moment, he started floating too.

Tigra's ears twitched radar-style towards the smokers who were now taking interest. She turned her head and hissed at them.

Eddie glanced down - he seemed to be slightly raised off the ground. "Fuck...", he looked to see the approaching group. "Fuck, fuck! Adam, please let go?"

"Go fuck yourself we all have our own rights." Chris yelled over at the smokers.

"Yes, I'm working on that part," Selene said, pulling on Darren's cloak.

"Oh-HO, look at you, kitty-cat. Someone needs to be spayed to get rid of that attitude. Course, someone needs to be spayed to make sure she doesn't give any freak kittens to the world too."

"Huh?" Suddenly the world clicked back in. "oh. Oh shit!" He pushed himself up, shaking his head, eyes flaring again as he...he lowered them back down...fuck, how did he do that?!

Tigra's eyes narrowed. Suggesting she be sterilised never went down well with the feral. Her claws extended as she turned towards them properly, growling dangerously.

"You wanna come over here and say that Fucker!" Chris threw off his jacket showing off his muscles.

Selene glared at the group of troublemakers that just had made their way over to them. Fortunately, whatever it was that had kept her afloat decided to put her back down again, and she was lucky enough to look halfway graceful when she landed on the sidewalk.

Darren's lip curled under his hood, "Hey, why don't you take a long walk off a tall cliff, asshole?"

Eddie felt his heart rate increase. Anxiety rode through him. He fell on his rear, standing up and darting to the head of the group. "Guys, calm down!", he said. To both parties. "No need to get violent, huh?"

And there were people...what had happened? He shook his head again, dazed, before stepping back behind everyone, eyes still burning and hands up. "W-wait...wh-what's going on?"

"I think we do. Hell, pity we're not in veterniary medicine or else we'd take care of all of you. Only way the world's going to be right again is if your kind die out." The man in front shrugged. "or, could just find a knife and try our luck without knowing I guess."

Selene decided that the evening was too precious to be wasted on dealing with intolerant retards, and so she pulled one of the large antique guns from its holster and discharged it with a loud bang, the sidewalk in front of the group cracking. "Yeah, keep that stupid look on your face, motherfucker, but that won't change the fact that this gun is loaded and fully operational."

It was taking all of her willpower to keep from ripping them apart. She hissed and gave the group a warning swipe.

"You know what ya little fucker. Go suck your little boyfriend's dicks and piss off." Chris turned to Tigra. "They're not worth it, they're just fucking idiots."

"Jesus fuck man, you don't wanna mess with us," Darren said, jumping at the gunshot.

Eddie sighed, more fearful of what could occour than for his life (Given his history of near-infinite luck). He saw Selene's move, drawing for his SC-20k and pointing it at the group. "Mine's loaded too, guys...", he warned.

'Yeah, my imagination paints you red(!)', Eddie sighed, cognitively.

Adam stayed well back, jumping at the bang, holding his ears, his eyes wide and stone-cold sober. These were...mutant haters? Oh fuck, what was happening?

"'Friends meetings might not mention going around armed but, sweetheart, you can be sure that you're not the only one with a gun."

Eddie gulped, eyes widening a little. "...you are fucking kidding...", he sighed quietly.

Another low rumbling growl issued from Tigra, her crouched shape shifted slightly. Now poised to strike.

"Oh, believe me, the gun is the least lethal part of me," Selene said, keeping both eyes and weapon focused on the other group.

Shit ... "Look, we don't want any trouble, we're just out having some fun, so why don't we all just walk away here?"

"I don't think they do that." Jason muttered back, attempting to pull at least some illusionary control but not having much luck...maybe drinking with the group was just not a good idea.

Eddie's eyes jumped over to Darren. Then back to the group of agressors.

"...Guns? W-wait..." Adam stepped back again, shaking and white under the makeup, eyes wide and flaring and a gloved hand pressed against his mouth. "But...we aren't doing anything."

"Not doing anything?" The woman rounding around the corner snorted at that idea. "You're a pollution. You hide away. If you weren't doing anything why do you hide away? If your 'powers' abomonination isn't bad why are they a secert, why don't you put them to an actual use? Because you know how wrong you are. You know you're not right."

He was afraid, genuinely, completely terrified - he hadn't felt this frightened since the fire. Another step back, and his back hit the wall. Oh god, oh god, oh god... His eyes flared again and a few standing close to him started to sweat. "B-but G-God made me like this, I-I can't change it..."

Tigra hissed at her too. Not hiding! she thought angrily.

Chris tried to coerce Tigra into getting up and away from these guys before she tore them apart. "Tigra come on lets go back to the school I'll get you some food and we'll watch Outlaw...." Chris heard the comment. "Oh you dirty mother Fucker. You wanna see some powers. Come over here and let me fucking show you! I'll knock you into last week!"

Eddie looked over at the newcommer. "And who are you to judge us? You've no idea what we do when we ain't around you guys! We only just met!", he said, more casually than he meant to. Drink equals idiot. Fuck.

Darren's lips curled, eyes glowing faintly yellow under the large hood, "There's no point arguing with these lunatics, come on guys, let's get going."

"So you'd really prefer I put my powers to good use," Selene asked in ruturn, glaring at the speaker as she lowered her gun. "I'm sure we can arrange for that."

"God doesn't give two pisses about you, you're not from Him." The woman spat back at Adam quickly, personally offended. "And I know because it's the same with all of you. You claim to be good and be human but you're not, are you?"

"What do we do...", Eddie muttered, for some reason still gripping his fake assault rifle like it would help him. Could he web all of them in one g- "Right behind you, sir!", he said to Darren.

Wait. Eddie didn't move. That hot feeling was the same as he had in Dr. Guan's office. Which meant Adam was starting to go critical...

Tigra took a step towards the group, her eyes still narrowed dangerously, reflecting the light from the street lamps under her hood. She began to stalk them. Show you human...

Eddie took a deep breath. Go. The world slowed. He dropped the SC-20k and webbed at everyone of the agressors to snare them.

Adam stared at the woman, going completely pale, a gloved hand wiping the spit off his face. Murderer. "G-God created us all equally." He stuttered. "Who are you to judge His work?!" He snapped, suddenly, both blades snapping out as he lunged for the woman, eyes leaving trails.

"Why is it the crazies always come out on Halloween," Selene demanded to know, holstering her gun so could flex her fingers. "Can't they leave that night of the year to us real creeps?"

She was close enough, as she closed her semi circle. Close enough to land on one. She crouched again and sprang at the one that had suggested she be 'spayed'

"No kills. No kills!", Eddie found himself saying, garbing himself in the million black tendrils that formed him into his monstrous Venom form. 'They are NOT Kraven. They are NOT evil'. He tried to remember.

"You think she is in his im-agh!" the woman had been pointing back at Tigra, competely caught off guard by the webbing. The man who had talked about spaying crouched down, protecting himself as best as he can from Tigra as he moved for a weapon

"Oh fuck!" Darren exclaimed, "Yes! Don't kill anyone! Fuck's sake!"

With an almost immortal roar, Eddie linged forward at his pre-prepared punch dummies with the others.

"Don't worry, love," Selene told Darren, looking over her shoulder to give him a smirk. "I never kill. It ends the suffering, you know?"

Tigra roared and dug her claws in to the guy's shoulders. Her carefully made boots, falling from her feet and freeing her other claws up.

The man swore, trying to roll to get Tigra pinned or off at least as he drew his knife, slicing at her side.

A blade went into the woman's shoulder as he pulled in the other and punched her hard before blurring, catching her fist and actually biting it with a snarl. He pulled the blade out, not noticing a ribbon of blood following it on anything more than a subconscious level.

Darren sighed, looking down at his costume, that wa sthe downside of handmaking it every year, and his body seemed to colapse inward, the clothes ending up in a pile on the floor as a black and yellow glowing ooze slinked out, wriggling across the floor towards the group of fighters.

The woman would have screamed but from the shock of her shoulder. She fought back though, throwing punches quickly, eyeing a broken bottle on the ground she wanted to get to.

Tigra yeowled and swiped back with her claws, cutting through his clothing. Her tail lashing as she twisted to get a better grip. The feral wanted blood!

Selene had no intention to ruin the costume she had spent so many hours on, and decided to remain in the back while she watched the others go at the group of imbeciles. Besides, they seemed to be able to handle the situation. "Say something if you need help with anything," Selene said.

Eddie smashed one of the web-bulbs asside, gasping at Adam's relentless assault. He rushed over, grasping the woman from Adam's range with a whip of web and flinging her asside in another cuccoon. "Adam, careful with those...", he said in what sounded like a distirted snarl.

"...yeah, 'cause I don't wanna kill the bitch...", Eddie smirked with a growl in his bestial form, tongue lolling.

That let the woman get at the bottle and slash the coccoon, coming straight back at Adam at full force as the lead man drew his gun. He never thought he'd actually get to use this thing. It was all he could do to remember to take the safety off as he took aim at Eddie.

Adam blurred, a few punches connecting and one meeting the flat of a bone-blade - before suddenly she was gone. "That one was fucking mine!" He snarled back. He saw another creeping up behind Eddie and flung out a hand instinctively - laughing when the guy flew into a wall and slid down it, unconscious.

The ooze slinked behind a couple of the drunks at the back and reformed into a nine foot tall Alien, Darren tapped them both on the shoulder with a claw each, and as they turned around screamed at them, the extendable jaw snapping out inches from thier faces.

As satisfying as it might have felt to blow off some steam, beating up a bunch of poweless drunks hardly seemed like a worthwile challenge, so Selene simply leaned against a nearby lamppost and crossed her arms.

It had the desired effect, one guy fainted, the other staggered back, white and fell over, throwing up. Satisfied he jumped into the meelee, swiping a couple over with his tail.

Tigra attempted to get at the guy's throat and dodge the knife at the same time.

Adam stopped laughing quickly though - a broken bottle to the side would do that. He cried out, hands going around the bottle, staggering back. Fuck! He grit his teeth, the ribbon of blood from earlier whirling around him before snapping around the woman's face, covering it completely and drying into an instant mask.

Letting out a sigh, Selene reached out with her psychic powers and attempted to instill a feeling of intense dread in the present humans.

"Let's see your little spider web hold onto this." The man fired, laughing. He glared when he saw Adam. "That is sick."

The man under Tigra did have the good sense to keep his head down during the attack, still struggling to get at her with his knife, twisting and thrusting hard.

Adam kept his hand around the bottle in his side, blood stopping instantly. "Not as sick as you-" He reached out again, eyes flaring fuck this hurt and tried to move the guy's arm to make the gun point at his head.

Eddie felt five burning sensations in his back, which in five places had burst appart into hundreds of tendrils. With a cry of pain, the behemoth that was Eddie's form fell to its knees, getting back up slowly and turning to face the armed man. "Shoot again - and kill me this time!", he roared as he rushed to Adam's aid.

One of them actually decided it might be wise to go at her with a switchblade, stumbling towards Selene with wild eyes. She didn't bother to dodge, simply reach out with a hand to catch his wrist mid-swing. The knife dropped to the ground as Selene drained his energy in an instant, sending him down to the sidewalk, drooling on the asphalt.

"Dude ... that's just wrong," Darren said, watching the woman with the bloody face fall back as one of the grunts came up behind him with a long knife. A look of faint confusion crossed the alien's face as the blade plunged into his back and he looked around, "... And you planned on achieving what exactly with that?"


Tigra: Tigra cried out, her eyes widening as her human personality reasserted iself in the shock. Feeling the knife cut through her skin and sink deep. She took the man's arm in her hands, and twisted it, hearing it snap. Then she crawled away, curling up and clutching her stomach.

Jason: "Jesus, fuck!" The man held onto his hand, scrambling to pick up the knife she had dropped. The gun clicked again, the gunman deciding that perhaps it was the head he should aim for.

Jason: Jason knew one thing for sure, he was useless in a gunfight too tipsy to pull up a decent wall. He had slunk off, deciding he would be ashamed of himself later.

Tigra: Tigra shuddered, trying to stay awake. Her body was healing, she could feel it but it hurt like hell! She lifted her head, trying to find her attacker to see if he was still coming for her. She didn't have the energy to defend right at this moment.

Eddie: The Venom-beast's face blasted open, it crashed to the ground. 'Damn...DAMN! No brain means no heal...livelivelive!'

Jason: Coming for her he was, but he didn't have the resources to hurry.

Jason: He had done it? The man looked at his gun in disbelief. Huh, who would have thought. He had always been a bad shot but it was such a big target being offered to him. It was only until he heard sirens in the background that he realized actually firing might not have been the best idea.

Tigra: She rolled onto her knees, pulling herself up, digging her claws into the wall for leverage. "You tried to kill me. You're lucky you're not dead!" She ground out. "But if you try again I can't guarantee you'll stay that way."

Selene: "Can we stop toying around now with these losers," Selene asked, walking calmly among the fighters, only brushing her fingers lightly over the enemies within reach. It was all that she needed to drain some of their energy and allow her psyche to gain control over their minds. Her new minions flanked her, blank stares on their faces.

Eddie: Eddie's body slowly reverted to its ink-like form instinctively to heal. The mass of black writhed forth towards the man with the gun - a SIGINT Ninja suddenly leaping out of the mass and delivering a dropkick to his face.

Darren: Reaching behind him Darren picked up the stunned knifeman, dangled him by the scruff of his neck and smacked him on the head, knocking him out before very carefully placing him on the ground, "Couldn't agree more, your battle-witchyness."

Adam: Adam tried to move, but the bottle in his side put a stop to that. Fuck it. He closed his eyes, red trails still visible, and opened himself to everything, calming instantly. "Fucking burn." He hissed in Gaelic, and staggered as a wave of weakness washed over him, nearly passing out - as ten of the bastards suddenly dropped unconscious.

Eddie: Eddie slammed his boots as hard as possible into the gunman's face, watching him stagger backwards as Eddie lay on his rear from the attack. He looked...more uncomfortable than most kick-victims tended to...

Eddie: The Splinter Cell clad male scrambled up and turned to Adam. Was h-? Eddie span around to look at the enemies who were...all down.

Jason: "As long as I can take you with me." The man growled, tossing the knife into his good hand.

Eddie: Eddie glanced over at the last voice. "Whoa! Over there!", he cried out.

Adam: Adam slid rather gracefully into a pile of lace on the ground, legs not taking his weight as the blood-ribbon from earlier whirled around him like a gory puppy. He watched it blearily. "Am I doing that?"

Tigra: Holding her hand over her still-bleeding stomach, Tigra tried to steady herself. "You won't." She told him. Her eyes narrowing again, "You're terribly outnumbered."

Eddie: Eddie glared at the man. "Haha...stalemate...", he smirked mirthlessly. "Do I string him up for the cops, guys?"

Jason: He looked up at the call, seeing he was, quite possibly, the last man standing. He didn't like those odds. He heard the sirens as well and decided they were too far away still considering his situation. He dropped his knife, turning tale and fleeing.

Tigra: "Yeah I thought so... Coward!" She slid down the wall and curled up again, whimpering slightly, "Oww..."

Darrem: Darren also caught the siren and swore, shifting back to normal, "Guys! It's the cops! We gotta move!"

Adam: Adam lowered his head, hands still around the bottle in his side. He wasn't bleeding, internally or otherwise, but he didn't know how much damage had been done and he wasn't going to remove it yet. "I-I can't move." He slurred, eyes half-lidded.

Eddie: Eddie looked at Darren. "Should I snare him?!"

Warlock: "Sel, could you grab my costume? Who can walk?" he asked quickly.

Eddie: "Daz! Tha bad guy! Should I snare?!", Eddie asked again in a rush.

Selene: Selene walked among the unconscious and took pictures of their faces with her cell phone, just in case they'd have another run in with these loser sometime in the future. "Any survivors," she asked, looking over to her friends who still were on the ground. "Sure thing."

Tigra: Tigra let Chris pick her up, "I'm fine..." she mumbled, "Well... I will be in a couple of hours..." she winced, "Ow..."

Eddie: Eddie looked back at the retreating man. "A-and FUCK you!", he yelled, shooting a blast of high-impact webbing into his back, cocooning him to the floor.

Warlock: "No, let him go, help the injured, we can't be here when the cops arrive," Darren hissed, going to help Adam up.

Warlock: "Eddie! For fucks sake! Now they'll know mutants were here!"

Tigra: "They might know anyway... I clawed up that one guy pretty bad.... before I broke his arm..." she curled her tail around Chris's arm.

Eddie: Eddie slapped his head. "Shit...want me to lure them away in which case?", stupid moves lead to this kind of thing. "I can drag the guy away, too."

Adam: Adam hissed as he let himself be picked up, too out of it and in too much pain to really care about the touching thing, his over-sensitive skin doing overtime. "I-I wanna go home..." He said in a very small voice, voice shaking as red blood-tears slid down his cheeks.

Eddie: "I can move pretty stealthily if you can get the others away...", Eddie said, looking at Darren.

Selene: Selene decided to be productive for a change, having more than enough stored energy after draining several people, anyway. She stepped over to a nearby park bench and channeled some of it into the lifeless object, which then started to tear itself free from the ground. "I have a medevac here, if there's need for one," she said, the bench galloping after her.

Warlock: "No, just leave him, everyone split up and head back to the school separately, try not to be seen," he said, holding Adam in is arms and eying up the broken bottle, Fuck ...

Eddie: With a nod, Eddie dashed towards the building block, webbing himself upwards and away from the group. "Catch you guys later!", he called back. He hoped that'd be the case...

Warlock: "He needs to see McCoy and fast, I'm gonna fly him home, Tigra, you wanna use the bench?" Darren said, adjusting Adam so the flight wouldn't jar his injury too much.

Tigra: All she wanted to do was curl up somewhere warm until she healed, "Huh?" she lifted her head and looked at the bench, then looked at Chris. "I like this transportation better... warm..." she purred instinctively, to try and relieve the pain.

Adam: Adam curled against Darren, sobbing quietly, eyes closed. It hurt, and he was tired and more than a little drunk, the ribbon of blood finally splatting to the floor.

Warlock: "Look, I gotta go, and they're nearly here, just hurry okay guys," he blew a kiss at Selene before leaping into the air.

Selene: "Simply fantastic," Selene commented, sitting cross-legged on her pet-bench. "Those bastards cheated me out of my well-deserved candy." She patted her improvised vehicle. "Oh well, let's get out of here, my dear. Off we go, riding into the dark of the night." She waved at Darren and then galloped away towards the park.

Warlock: So ... the evening ends with me flying home with a bleeding man in a dress crying in my arms ... just like every other night out huh? He thought to himself.

Eddie: With a grunt, Eddie landed on the third block rooftop away from the scene. He peered down at the cop cars racing to the crime area and sighed, falling off the balls of his feet from a crouched position onto his rear. "Fucking 'Mondays'..."

Tigra: Tigra could feel herself falling asleep as Chris carried her away from the scene. She didn't know if she was supposed to sleep or not but at this point and she didn't care. One thought did strike her though, "Oh damn... I left my shoes..."

Adam: Adam didn't say anything as he was flown, concentrating on staying conscious and partly marveling at himself, though part of him couldn't forget what the woman had said. "Not from Him..."

Eddie: Eddie looked across the skyline, watching Darren flying through the night air. He stood up, looking down at his hands. What had Adam said? 'God made them into this'?

Eddie: "Forgive us all, then...", Eddie said to himself solemnly, leaping from the rooftop.

Selene: The night was young, she had a tamed bench as her trusty ride, and a pair of live guns in her holsters. Selene couldn't see how that wouldn't net her a huge load of free candy after the day was done.


[Edited on 17/7/10 by Ferguson]

[Edited on 17/7/2010 by puppygirl]