One Year Later: Happy Anniversary for the 3000th Time

[nation_citizens]

Storytelling takes place before March 2009.It took him years of research and dead ends to find this place, but he's finally here. After Funky Flashman's death at the hands of Poison Ivy awhile back there's been a vacuum in the underworld collections market. To make himself stand out he needed something big, something with some history

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[nation_jsa]

She wanted to fly. She can feel him just outside of herself and it's grating on her not to be free. He stirs again and she promises the both of them. Yes, I'm looking, but, damnit, Carter, why give me wings and no freedom?

She lands, folds in her wings, and gazes longingly the quiet beauty and has another of those far away memories of being somewhere she never was. She used to think deja vu was kinda cool. It's lost a lot of its charm when most of the world is somewhere you feel like you've been before.

Look Carter, It's Mia's birthday. I don't expect you to understand, but I need some time off from -

She stops and looks down. That can't be good.

[nation_citizens]

The bodies are remarkably preserved; dare he say miraculously so. It appears both bodies were subject to a kind of natural mummification process before being laid here. "It's just as the legends say. Quick, quick! Bring the -"

The mountains start to rumble.

[nation_jsa]

Don't ask her how she knows, but she knows this is bad. Those guys are bad, and something they just woke up is going to kill them unless she bails them out of their own stupidity, which is something she hates doing. She needs to know more about what's going on down there and dead people don't explain thing well. Mace in hand, she swoops down on the scene.

[abluntobject]

All of the rocks around the area rise, slow at first, just outside peripheral vision. The first lashes out at the person doing the digging, flying from its spot and aiming for the middle of his back. And then its a full assault, fist sized stones pelting the grave robbers one after another.

[nation_jsa]

Dead people don't answer questions! GAH!

She descends on them, smacking away rocks with her mace like baseballs.

[arsenal_arrow]

This is not what Roy Harper planned to do today. He dives down to defend the guys, using his camping pack as a shield. A thick branch he picked up for a hiking stick is working for okay deflection, too, but he's waiting to hear the crack.

Oh for the love of--

[nation_jsa]

"Get down, you idiots!" she yells while pounding these things.

[nation_extras]

The professor drops everything and runs. What good are artifacts if he's not alive to sell any?

[arsenal_arrow]

Roy leg-sweeps the guy he's defending, and then gets him in the head with a forearm as the man is going down.

Still being sure to keep himself defended, he grabs his maglite from his pack and chucks it at the fleeing guy's back.

[nation_extras]

It lands solidly on his back and he falls. the guy that's pinned just whimpers.

[abluntobject]

The area goes silent again when the grave robbers are subdued, the remaining stones tumbling into the open grave to rebury the contents within.

[arsenal_arrow]

Roy's brain finally gets a moment to process who helped him in this little dust-up. Great.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?"

[nation_jsa]

"Grave robbers." It beats her why this feels as important and insulting as it does or why the site went nuts like her bedroom did...Wait, that might be it. She wrenches the guys arm she's currently pinning. "Who's graves are these?"

[nation_extras]

"Beats me, man! Ask him!"

The other obvious druggie looks up. "I don't know some Western guys. My grandpa showed me the place and told me they were magic or something. The professor over there started flashing money around and we brought him here!"

The professor is nervous, but figured the truth is the best defense. If he plays this right...He clears his throat. "My name is Professor Daniel Sayer. I'm an archeology professor specializing in mythic heroes and my research lead me here - to something potentially dangerous."

[nation_jsa]

"Of Night Hawk and Cinnamon's." It's not a question.

[nation_extras]

He acts surprised. "How did you know?"