In A.D. 2011, war was beginning.
WHO: 300,000 angry nerds and the Imports who fight them. Tag yourselves in, please!
WHERE: All around, but mostly near the Porter tower
WHEN: 7:30A May 18 - 3:13P May 20, 2011
WARNINGS: There is no fourth wall. Only Zuul. And violence. And probably bad language. And other things as well. JUST ASSUME THAT THIS LOG IS NOT FOR LIL'UNS.
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WHERE: All around, but mostly near the Porter tower
WHEN: 7:30A May 18 - 3:13P May 20, 2011
WARNINGS: There is no fourth wall. Only Zuul. And violence. And probably bad language. And other things as well. JUST ASSUME THAT THIS LOG IS NOT FOR LIL'UNS.
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Still, she wasn't going to turn down a bit of help, really. "Help him." She stated to the gravedigger, and then turned to the nerds that were charging at her. The gravedigger held up his parking meter, swinging it like a baseball bat as he clipped away a nerd who was running at Lion-o, dressed as Batman and wielding the He-Man sword. It didn't help him much.
"I think some music would be appropriate." She said to the bride as she hovered next to Ophelia. The woman nodded behind her veil, and began humming softly, the music very similar to a bridal march. The grey cloud above the two of them expanded to ten or so feet, and as the mob reached her, their movements began to slow, their muscles ignoring their orders to charge forward.
And Ophelia struck almost like a snake, the black tears solidifying and lashing out towards her assailents. She was far less humane than lion-o. There was no stunning, but half a dozen people went down screaming with holds in their legs and occasionally abdomens.
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This woman... did she.... just do what he thought she did? No. No one could be that malicious. Hearing their screams, the Thunderian felt something in the pit of his stomach. Brows narrowing and teeth gritting he ran ahead. "Stop! They've had enough!"
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"You realize they attacked me, right?" She crossed her arms, and the black tears roiled around her, evaporating in large waves as they bubbled into the air. Even the coverings on her skin shivered and moved in irritation. The bride kept the few still brave enough to come near them away, slowing them down so greatly that almost looked like they were wading through jello. "And nothing I've done will actually kill them." Well, not right away, anyway. Blood loss would probably be an issue eventually.
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"Yes, that's why I came." He nodded, trying to hide his feelings a bit. "I'm sorry... it must've sounded much worse than it actually was." He looked at the gravedigger and bride. "You work great as a team. Perhaps I was wrong into thinking you may have needed my help. There were a lot of them. I was concerned." He placed a fist over his chest. "My name is Lion-O. Lord of the Thundercats."
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She almost laughed at his name, managing to cover her amusement with a black hand long enough to stifle the urge. "Lord of the Thundercats. Man...that would make a fantastic band name, you know." She glanced away for a moment as one of the nerds being slowed by the bride got rather close to her. She waved a hand and a black tear tendril lashed out, solidifying into a hard surface and smacking into his chest, sending him sprawling away. She didn't cut the man in half, though...just for Lion-o.
"I am Ophelia," she gave a little mock half-bow as her dark eyes turned back to the orange man. "Queen of the Drowning Doom."
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Thankfully her personality didn't seem as terrifying as her power. He rubbed the back of his neck a moment, chuckling at her band comment. "I wasn't aware of that. Thank you."
And she was a queen? Inwardly he wondered what kind of place Drowning Doom was, but they were in a middle of a crisis. He had to keep conversation short. "It's... nice to meet you, Queen Ophelia." He bowed slightly, giving her a boyish smile before looking out at the street.
".. How long do you suppose these people will keep attacking us?"
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She glanced out at the nerds. Her gravedigger was menacing at them, but they seemed to be keeping back for now. She held up a hand, snapping her fingers twice, and the vaguely unsettling looking mime came trudging back, the parking meter resting on his shoulder. Ophelia grinned at the title, she rather liked the sound of that. 'Queen Ophelia.' Sure, she fancied herself a queen over the tear drinkers...she was, really. But it was nice to hear from someone else.
"No idea," she answered his question with a shrug. "I guess they'll stop when they blow up the porter building. That's what they want to do, right?"
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"Right. I think I may just make my way over there... I just hope no one is getting too terribly hurt over all this." He couldn't help but notice some of the nerds still writhing a little on the ground. "...Maybe I ought to bring the injured to the hospital first."
He looked back at Ophelia with a slight smile. "If you don't mind me saying, try to... be a bit more gentle when you're defending yourself, your majesty."
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She shrugged, "you should worry more about yourself, or the people they are trying to hurt in the first place. If you're too busy trying not to hurt your enemy, they'll kill you." She didn't actually care if the orange man died, frankly. But his attitude...bothered her a little bit.
Still, she could at least pretend to go along with it. "I'll...try, though." Yeah, like that would last. "But if they keep attacking me, I am not going to be nice to them."
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They had reason to attack, right? It wasn't that they were being thoughtless.... though... if they were just attacking Ophelia over action figures... maybe they were. He glanced over to see Jaga, the ghost figure appear beside Ophelia. She probably couldn't see him, but Lion-O took a moment to take his council.
"I find it hard to hurt people who are just trying to get their lives back. What should I do, Jaga?"
The older Thunderian spoke, Young Lion-O, perhaps its time to stop thinking about what they are going through and start thinking about what their attack means. You all were brought there, not by your own will, and instead of trying to work with you all and accept the situation that they had been forced into they are making matters worse.
Lion-O nodded. "The sooner these "Crabhammers" are subdued, the sooner things could be peaceful. You're right." He spoke, though to Ophelia it might've looked like he was a crazy person. He looked back at her, responding to what she had said.
"Fair enough," He nodded to her.... the Queen's reasoning was sound. His brows narrowed and his expression became more gruff. "Maybe... I'm done being nice to them as well."
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She actually turned to peer over her shoulder at the empty air, and then back to him, one eyebrow raised. So, lunatic. Maybe. Or else this place had older spirits than she realized. She knew the Gods of Metal weren't here, but maybe something similar. Although Lion-o hadn't done anything to activate an object. Hmm...
Still, his change actually make her grin, though it was still decidedly smirkish. "Good to know. You're more likely to survive the day that way, at least. And they won't be nice to you." From the distant mob someone hurled another bottle that shattered on the street nearby, and her eyes narrowed in irritation.
"Don't you love when someone makes your point for you?"
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Well, there was no sense standing around when she could be fighting, though. "Come on." She said to her two Doom followers as she went drifting after him to help.
[ooc: Shall we assume they fight together for a bit then get separated?]
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