The Welsh Countryside, Turn of the Century, Morning
The next day, shortly after the sun had risen, the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (plus two) set out to the barn. Mina had jury rigged two chemical sprayers from odds and ends in the inn, and brewed a batch of herbicidal chemical mix, which would hopefully deal with these things before they had a chance to eat anyone else. Mina had given one to Rodney, and the other to Nathan. Quatermaine had satisfied himself with his elephant gun filled with buckshot, as well as his machete.
Mina was wary, but these things had to be dealt with. Certainly some plants could be easily dispatched... even if they had murdered seemingly dozens of Welsh country folk.
"Be careful not to spray any of us," she warned. "It may be designed to kill plants, but poison is still poison."
Nathan
"Poisonous poison," Nathan sighed, looking over the contraption that he was armed with. "I might never have guessed."
Behave, Nathan.
Rodney
"And I get chastised for being a smart ass," Rodney said. "You and I aren't all unlike, squire."
Allan
"It's a good thing we aren't trying to sneak up on them," Quatermain said, harrumphing."
Angua
"But we might want to watch out," muttered Angua, drawing in a deep breath of the air before things got...difficult with all the chemicals being inevitably shot into it. It was bad enough with the prepratory actions that had been taken. She was feeling a little...anxious. Plants weren't her strong point, and her nose was going to be useless very quickly into this thing, but her jaw and claws might still get some use, albeit blind. She'd rather just get into the fray and see what was going to work, and go fro there.
For now, though, all about communication and preparation, so she was still her human self, until the ball got rolling just a little bit faster...
"So that they don't sneak up on us."
Allan
"I don't want to sound doubtful," Allan said. "But how can a plant sneak, if it's big enough to harm a person?"
Mina
"I assume it must have different ambulatory measures," Mina said. "Crawling along with prehensile roots like a land octopus, perhaps."
The group was rapidly approaching the barn.
Angua
"I've seen how they move," said Angua. "I've smelled how they move. They can sneak. Besides, I don't care how stupid the citizenry may be, plants that attack and kill don't do this much damage without a little bit of stealth..."
The really were getting close; Angua couldn't help finishing with a wince, probably picking up on that awful smell before anyone else and not seeming too pleased to be back there with it.
Nathan
"A tiger is entirely capable of harming a person," Nathan noted, letting his mouth make words more or less on autopilot while he scanned the trees for an enemy. He was shoving his mind to the side, now, functioning on instinct as well as he could. Wishing for the reassuring weight of a sword in his hand. "And I'd be hard-pressed to find one that doesn't sneak before it does so."
Ah, there it was, finally reaching his own far more dull sense of smell. His lip curled a little, and his grip firmed on the weapon that was, to the best of his knowledge, something of a gamble.
But at least it wasn't anthrax.
Allan
"You don't need to lecture me about the behaviors of animals," Allan said, his super-Acottish drawl emphasizing his displeasure at the concept. "But--"
Rodney
"Oh, just whip it out, both of you," Skinner said. "Then Mina can say which one she like best--Ow!"
Mina
Mina had thwapped Rodney very hard on the back of the head. "You are right, Nathan. And Angua, I thank you again for your knowledge, here. We shall need to tread carefully. These are no ordinary plants."
Angua
And there it was, the barn, making Angua wish she didn't even have a nose. She quirked her head toward the side. "Over here," she whispered, quietly, though doing so made her wonder if the plants even had hearing capabilities. Well, if potatoes had eyes...
"When I was digging," she explained, moving swiftly that way, "I came across some loose boards. We might be able to get in without them realizing it."
Allan
"Well then," Allan said, stepping forward as he slung his rifle onto his back. "We'll see who does the sneaking now. Assuming they can't communicate with the bloody grass."
Rodney
"Am I the only one noticing the embarassed glances Mina keeps throwing at the back of the new lady's head?" Rodney announced, unable to stay on topic, even with danger at hand.
Mina
Mina, for her part, changed her expression to a glare in Rodney's direction.
Angua
Oh, for the love of...
"Aren't there more pressing matters to deal with right now than who might be looking at the back of my head?" Angua asked.
Although, really, she was just thinking that, if that were true, she'd be glad if it was just the back of her head Mina kept glancing at.
"Unless there's something there, but there can't be; I'd smell it."
Nathan
Nathan snorted at the exchange, shaking his head and then pressing onward.
"The loose boards were toward the back of the barn, then?" No, she hadn't said so, but it certainly seemed smarter than trying to barge in the front, where the plants were coming and going from in the first place. "They shouldn't be too difficult to pry loose, with so many of us here."
Allan
"Pity none of us brought a crowbar," Allan said. He head over to the loose boards and carefully started pulling at them.
Mina
"Thank you again for your assistance, sergeant," Mina said. "Your expertise is quite an asset."
She was repeating herself, but the seriousness of the situation was getting to her.
Angua
Angua closed her eyes a moment.
"If you don't mind," she said, stepping forward to take up the board herself.
Sure, werewolf strength went a long way. But Angua would really have to thank putting the effort into ignoring Mina saying asset for her ability to just yank a board or two out of the way rather effortlessly.
Mina
And with Angua and Allan's combined effort, enough board were moved so that Mina slipped in part them, into the barn.
"Oh my," she said, wretching at the sight of the bodies.
Nathan
"Oh my?" Algren was in shortly after, because... Well, he figured he ought to be, armed with weed killer as he was.
When the smell hit him, he regretted it. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he regretted it more. It took a good deal of effort to keep his head in the here and now, instead of freezing up bodily and re-living nightmare memories. This could be one more to add to the collection.
"Hungry plants," he commented, reaching his free hand to rest on Mina's shoulder.
Angua
Angua was going to wait for the others to get in; of course, the smell didn't hit her as a surprise, but now that she was confronted with it more directly, she had a feeling this was something best not handled as a human. And, though she was quite sure everyone else would have their attentions toward something much more disgusting than lycanthropy, it was a bit of a sensitive spot for her.
So the smell would be stronger, but she felt much more confident about being able to handle things when she padded in, trying not to growl.
Allan
"There's one thing I don't seem to see in here," Allan said, following in. "Where are the bloody plants?"
A sound came from the hay loft.
Rodney
"Oh bugger me," Skinner said. "Anyone else feel like we've been led into a shooting gallery?"
Nathan
"Mr. Quatermain is the one with the gun," Nathan noted, retrieving his hand and aiming the spray nozzle upward, eyes narrowed. "Perhaps he ought to make some use of it, then."
Now, he could have used the rifle. Now, a rifle would have been wonderful.
Allan
"Bloody hell," Allan said, pulling the rifle from his back and firing. "There's dozens of the damn things!"
Triffids!
A couple stingers shot forth down from the loft, the coiled spring like appendages unraveled and reached forth at our poor heroes.
Angua
Bloody hell really did cover it nicely. And Angua was glad she'd changed when she did, because hopefully it would be a bit hard for them to hit something smaller and closer to the ground.
If only she could get up there...
She barked, out of instinct more than anything else, and started moving, darting along the edge of the barn in hopes to find something and perhaps distract a few of the shots her way to give the others less to deal with.
Nathan
Nathan hit the floor in a duck and roll, ignoring the ache in old injuries that he couldn't afford to notice right now. This was a situation he could get his mind around, however alien the enemy was. It was an enemy. A target. Something to shoot at. Even if the plant-creatures in the lofts above were barely visible in the dim light of the barn, the stingers that were shooting toward them gave him a line of sight. Something to follow with the ridiculous contraption he'd been rigged up with.
Not daring to stay still for even a moment, he was returning fire, fighting venom with poison.
Mina
Mina herself actually took a stinger in the face. If she'd been a mortal, she have been deathly paralyzed, her lungs and vital functions shutting down. As it was, it got her to drop to the ground, barely able to do more than seethe and stare for a moment.
Rodney
"Christ!" Skinner said, barely avoiding a stinger himself. He really wished his sprayer had a better range.
Allan
Quatermain, on the other hand, had fired his shot and was reloading. He had no words to waste in such a situation.
Angua
Dedicated to ignoring whoever went down for the moment, Angua was still circling the outside of the barn, knowing that at any moment now, she'd find some stack of crates or convenient ramp of boards or stair-like stacked hay bales or rusted old equipment that looked more like torture devises than farming equipment that would provide a nice way for Angua to hop on up to the loft and start the salad bar...
...she was trying to be a vegetarian, after all.
But there was nothing. No way to get to the loft that she could find that didn't require her to be bipedal with opposable thumbs.
What kind of crap barn was this, anyway?
Nathan
This was getting the lot of them nowhere, fast. Nathan wrinkled his nose at the herbicide sprayer, which, while it had the capacity to fire off a large amount of the concoction at once, didn't have the range it took to reach the creatures (plants?) above them. There were ladders to the loft, of course, but any attempt to take them would make him into a bit of a sitting duck along the way.
Scowling, he took a handful of hay from the floor and threw it upward.
It drifted down in front of him, landing harmlessly a few feet away.
"Yeah. I've got nothing." Which meant it was time for a tactical retreat. Mina was on the floor nearby, and instead of attacking back, Nathan's gears switched around so that getting her on her feet and out was priority number one. He reached her side at a run, crouching down low and looking her over to ascertain the extent of whatever damage had been dealt.
Mina
Mina's face had tiny wounds that bled ash, but those were quickly healing. She gritted under the effort to speak, and finally managed to eek out "The herbicide. Sixty percent alcohol. Fire... good."
When she recovered, she would be suitably embarrassed at having spoken like a caveperson.
Nathan
"Fire good," Nathan agreed, glancing around the barn. Between the herbicide and the hay and the old barnboard...
"Everybody out!" He reached down to give Mina a hand, seeking out the hole that they'd entered the barn through. "We can't reach them from down here! If anybody has matches on hand, grab them."
Angua
Oh, matches, sure. Just give Angua a second to pull them out of her pockets...
She didn't need any more goading than that. She'd been just about to try a jump that might have worked, but even she was doubtful, so her ears perked at the warning, she took a quick look around for anything that might be useful to avoid this sort of thing next time, and then darted back toward the hole in the boards, checking to see if any of the others needed help on her way out.
Rodney
"Matches, right, I keep them in my other pants, sorry," Skinner said, ducking out through the hole in the boards, narrowly avoiding another stinger.
Mina
Mina herself was back to her feet, but was barely moving.
Allan
Allan, on the other hand, had a match in hand. "And people say smoking is bad for your health," he said, raising the elephant gun again. "I've got you covered."
Nathan
"Good!" If Nathan had to drag Mina out of the building, so help him, that was what he was going to do. "Wait until we're mostly out, and then light the hay before you leave," he ordered.
Yes, ordered. Look, he was a military Captain, and, beyond that, a high school teacher. This was his job.
"Rodney, circle around to the front with me once we're out. We'll cover their exist with the herbicide while the building burns." The wonderful, glorious, flammable herbicide.
Mina
Mina was walking now. If by walking you mean stumbling, but that become more when she growled in rage as she could feel her muscles humming back to life. She took the match from Allan and pushed him towards the exit.
"I will see these abominations burn," she said, her eyes having gone a wee bit red.
Allan
Allan himself staggered out of the barn, shaking his head a bit.
Rodney
"You know, my mother always told me European Vampires are bloody terrifying," Rodney said, half-mimicking Agent Sawyer from all those months ago. "So, time to block the plants from escaping, is it?"
Angua
Ah, because the smell wasn't bad enough already, they were going to throw everything burning into the mix. Thought, really, Angua wasn't complaining; a good fire was going to do well by this place.
She barked, then crouched herself low, preparing herself with bared fangs and a low growl to dart after any flaming flora that might attempt to escape.
Was it bad that she sort of hoped at least a few of them did try? Yes, probably, but come on!
Nathan
"Time to block the plants from escaping," Algren agreed, making his way to the barn's entrance and raising the herbicide sprayer, a grim expression on his face while he waited for the inevitable tongues of flame, the plants from the loft to attempt to make their daring escape.
Lock and load.
Mina
Mina herself stepped quite casually out of the hole in the side of the barn, flames had started to lick around the barn and spread.
"When we are through here," she said, quite calmly. "I will be finding Dr. Moreau and finding out just what exactly he knows about botany."
Rodney
"When we're through here, I'm eating three salads just in spite!" Rodney said, spraying herbicide at the front doors of the barn. "And I hate salads!"
Triffids
A couple triffids, however, were trying to sneak out through the whole behind Mina. And she did not quite see them, yet.
Angua
If she wasn't careful, it sounded like Angua could actually like that Rodney fellow...
Not that she had any time to consider it at the moment. Salad bar had opened, and Angua charged forward. One thing she'd never expected to be taking down and ripping to shreds, flaming plants, but there was a first time for everything, and after the first few, there was a certain amount enjoyment to it.
Nathan
And at the door, side-by-side with Rodney and spraying herbicide as much at the flames as he was at the Triffids, Algren might very well have smirked.
In all his years since leaving the farm at seventeen, he'd never in his wildest dreams thought that burning down a barn could be so damned satisfying.
Even better, there weren't any bees.
[ooc: Warning for non-graphic violence and the death of plants. Preplayed with the super-awesome shiroi_tiger and colourfulscents. NFI, NFB, OOC welcome.]
Mina was wary, but these things had to be dealt with. Certainly some plants could be easily dispatched... even if they had murdered seemingly dozens of Welsh country folk.
"Be careful not to spray any of us," she warned. "It may be designed to kill plants, but poison is still poison."
Nathan
"Poisonous poison," Nathan sighed, looking over the contraption that he was armed with. "I might never have guessed."
Behave, Nathan.
Rodney
"And I get chastised for being a smart ass," Rodney said. "You and I aren't all unlike, squire."
Allan
"It's a good thing we aren't trying to sneak up on them," Quatermain said, harrumphing."
Angua
"But we might want to watch out," muttered Angua, drawing in a deep breath of the air before things got...difficult with all the chemicals being inevitably shot into it. It was bad enough with the prepratory actions that had been taken. She was feeling a little...anxious. Plants weren't her strong point, and her nose was going to be useless very quickly into this thing, but her jaw and claws might still get some use, albeit blind. She'd rather just get into the fray and see what was going to work, and go fro there.
For now, though, all about communication and preparation, so she was still her human self, until the ball got rolling just a little bit faster...
"So that they don't sneak up on us."
Allan
"I don't want to sound doubtful," Allan said. "But how can a plant sneak, if it's big enough to harm a person?"
Mina
"I assume it must have different ambulatory measures," Mina said. "Crawling along with prehensile roots like a land octopus, perhaps."
The group was rapidly approaching the barn.
Angua
"I've seen how they move," said Angua. "I've smelled how they move. They can sneak. Besides, I don't care how stupid the citizenry may be, plants that attack and kill don't do this much damage without a little bit of stealth..."
The really were getting close; Angua couldn't help finishing with a wince, probably picking up on that awful smell before anyone else and not seeming too pleased to be back there with it.
Nathan
"A tiger is entirely capable of harming a person," Nathan noted, letting his mouth make words more or less on autopilot while he scanned the trees for an enemy. He was shoving his mind to the side, now, functioning on instinct as well as he could. Wishing for the reassuring weight of a sword in his hand. "And I'd be hard-pressed to find one that doesn't sneak before it does so."
Ah, there it was, finally reaching his own far more dull sense of smell. His lip curled a little, and his grip firmed on the weapon that was, to the best of his knowledge, something of a gamble.
But at least it wasn't anthrax.
Allan
"You don't need to lecture me about the behaviors of animals," Allan said, his super-Acottish drawl emphasizing his displeasure at the concept. "But--"
Rodney
"Oh, just whip it out, both of you," Skinner said. "Then Mina can say which one she like best--Ow!"
Mina
Mina had thwapped Rodney very hard on the back of the head. "You are right, Nathan. And Angua, I thank you again for your knowledge, here. We shall need to tread carefully. These are no ordinary plants."
Angua
And there it was, the barn, making Angua wish she didn't even have a nose. She quirked her head toward the side. "Over here," she whispered, quietly, though doing so made her wonder if the plants even had hearing capabilities. Well, if potatoes had eyes...
"When I was digging," she explained, moving swiftly that way, "I came across some loose boards. We might be able to get in without them realizing it."
Allan
"Well then," Allan said, stepping forward as he slung his rifle onto his back. "We'll see who does the sneaking now. Assuming they can't communicate with the bloody grass."
Rodney
"Am I the only one noticing the embarassed glances Mina keeps throwing at the back of the new lady's head?" Rodney announced, unable to stay on topic, even with danger at hand.
Mina
Mina, for her part, changed her expression to a glare in Rodney's direction.
Angua
Oh, for the love of...
"Aren't there more pressing matters to deal with right now than who might be looking at the back of my head?" Angua asked.
Although, really, she was just thinking that, if that were true, she'd be glad if it was just the back of her head Mina kept glancing at.
"Unless there's something there, but there can't be; I'd smell it."
Nathan
Nathan snorted at the exchange, shaking his head and then pressing onward.
"The loose boards were toward the back of the barn, then?" No, she hadn't said so, but it certainly seemed smarter than trying to barge in the front, where the plants were coming and going from in the first place. "They shouldn't be too difficult to pry loose, with so many of us here."
Allan
"Pity none of us brought a crowbar," Allan said. He head over to the loose boards and carefully started pulling at them.
Mina
"Thank you again for your assistance, sergeant," Mina said. "Your expertise is quite an asset."
She was repeating herself, but the seriousness of the situation was getting to her.
Angua
Angua closed her eyes a moment.
"If you don't mind," she said, stepping forward to take up the board herself.
Sure, werewolf strength went a long way. But Angua would really have to thank putting the effort into ignoring Mina saying asset for her ability to just yank a board or two out of the way rather effortlessly.
Mina
And with Angua and Allan's combined effort, enough board were moved so that Mina slipped in part them, into the barn.
"Oh my," she said, wretching at the sight of the bodies.
Nathan
"Oh my?" Algren was in shortly after, because... Well, he figured he ought to be, armed with weed killer as he was.
When the smell hit him, he regretted it. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he regretted it more. It took a good deal of effort to keep his head in the here and now, instead of freezing up bodily and re-living nightmare memories. This could be one more to add to the collection.
"Hungry plants," he commented, reaching his free hand to rest on Mina's shoulder.
Angua
Angua was going to wait for the others to get in; of course, the smell didn't hit her as a surprise, but now that she was confronted with it more directly, she had a feeling this was something best not handled as a human. And, though she was quite sure everyone else would have their attentions toward something much more disgusting than lycanthropy, it was a bit of a sensitive spot for her.
So the smell would be stronger, but she felt much more confident about being able to handle things when she padded in, trying not to growl.
Allan
"There's one thing I don't seem to see in here," Allan said, following in. "Where are the bloody plants?"
A sound came from the hay loft.
Rodney
"Oh bugger me," Skinner said. "Anyone else feel like we've been led into a shooting gallery?"
Nathan
"Mr. Quatermain is the one with the gun," Nathan noted, retrieving his hand and aiming the spray nozzle upward, eyes narrowed. "Perhaps he ought to make some use of it, then."
Now, he could have used the rifle. Now, a rifle would have been wonderful.
Allan
"Bloody hell," Allan said, pulling the rifle from his back and firing. "There's dozens of the damn things!"
Triffids!
A couple stingers shot forth down from the loft, the coiled spring like appendages unraveled and reached forth at our poor heroes.
Angua
Bloody hell really did cover it nicely. And Angua was glad she'd changed when she did, because hopefully it would be a bit hard for them to hit something smaller and closer to the ground.
If only she could get up there...
She barked, out of instinct more than anything else, and started moving, darting along the edge of the barn in hopes to find something and perhaps distract a few of the shots her way to give the others less to deal with.
Nathan
Nathan hit the floor in a duck and roll, ignoring the ache in old injuries that he couldn't afford to notice right now. This was a situation he could get his mind around, however alien the enemy was. It was an enemy. A target. Something to shoot at. Even if the plant-creatures in the lofts above were barely visible in the dim light of the barn, the stingers that were shooting toward them gave him a line of sight. Something to follow with the ridiculous contraption he'd been rigged up with.
Not daring to stay still for even a moment, he was returning fire, fighting venom with poison.
Mina
Mina herself actually took a stinger in the face. If she'd been a mortal, she have been deathly paralyzed, her lungs and vital functions shutting down. As it was, it got her to drop to the ground, barely able to do more than seethe and stare for a moment.
Rodney
"Christ!" Skinner said, barely avoiding a stinger himself. He really wished his sprayer had a better range.
Allan
Quatermain, on the other hand, had fired his shot and was reloading. He had no words to waste in such a situation.
Angua
Dedicated to ignoring whoever went down for the moment, Angua was still circling the outside of the barn, knowing that at any moment now, she'd find some stack of crates or convenient ramp of boards or stair-like stacked hay bales or rusted old equipment that looked more like torture devises than farming equipment that would provide a nice way for Angua to hop on up to the loft and start the salad bar...
...she was trying to be a vegetarian, after all.
But there was nothing. No way to get to the loft that she could find that didn't require her to be bipedal with opposable thumbs.
What kind of crap barn was this, anyway?
Nathan
This was getting the lot of them nowhere, fast. Nathan wrinkled his nose at the herbicide sprayer, which, while it had the capacity to fire off a large amount of the concoction at once, didn't have the range it took to reach the creatures (plants?) above them. There were ladders to the loft, of course, but any attempt to take them would make him into a bit of a sitting duck along the way.
Scowling, he took a handful of hay from the floor and threw it upward.
It drifted down in front of him, landing harmlessly a few feet away.
"Yeah. I've got nothing." Which meant it was time for a tactical retreat. Mina was on the floor nearby, and instead of attacking back, Nathan's gears switched around so that getting her on her feet and out was priority number one. He reached her side at a run, crouching down low and looking her over to ascertain the extent of whatever damage had been dealt.
Mina
Mina's face had tiny wounds that bled ash, but those were quickly healing. She gritted under the effort to speak, and finally managed to eek out "The herbicide. Sixty percent alcohol. Fire... good."
When she recovered, she would be suitably embarrassed at having spoken like a caveperson.
Nathan
"Fire good," Nathan agreed, glancing around the barn. Between the herbicide and the hay and the old barnboard...
"Everybody out!" He reached down to give Mina a hand, seeking out the hole that they'd entered the barn through. "We can't reach them from down here! If anybody has matches on hand, grab them."
Angua
Oh, matches, sure. Just give Angua a second to pull them out of her pockets...
She didn't need any more goading than that. She'd been just about to try a jump that might have worked, but even she was doubtful, so her ears perked at the warning, she took a quick look around for anything that might be useful to avoid this sort of thing next time, and then darted back toward the hole in the boards, checking to see if any of the others needed help on her way out.
Rodney
"Matches, right, I keep them in my other pants, sorry," Skinner said, ducking out through the hole in the boards, narrowly avoiding another stinger.
Mina
Mina herself was back to her feet, but was barely moving.
Allan
Allan, on the other hand, had a match in hand. "And people say smoking is bad for your health," he said, raising the elephant gun again. "I've got you covered."
Nathan
"Good!" If Nathan had to drag Mina out of the building, so help him, that was what he was going to do. "Wait until we're mostly out, and then light the hay before you leave," he ordered.
Yes, ordered. Look, he was a military Captain, and, beyond that, a high school teacher. This was his job.
"Rodney, circle around to the front with me once we're out. We'll cover their exist with the herbicide while the building burns." The wonderful, glorious, flammable herbicide.
Mina
Mina was walking now. If by walking you mean stumbling, but that become more when she growled in rage as she could feel her muscles humming back to life. She took the match from Allan and pushed him towards the exit.
"I will see these abominations burn," she said, her eyes having gone a wee bit red.
Allan
Allan himself staggered out of the barn, shaking his head a bit.
Rodney
"You know, my mother always told me European Vampires are bloody terrifying," Rodney said, half-mimicking Agent Sawyer from all those months ago. "So, time to block the plants from escaping, is it?"
Angua
Ah, because the smell wasn't bad enough already, they were going to throw everything burning into the mix. Thought, really, Angua wasn't complaining; a good fire was going to do well by this place.
She barked, then crouched herself low, preparing herself with bared fangs and a low growl to dart after any flaming flora that might attempt to escape.
Was it bad that she sort of hoped at least a few of them did try? Yes, probably, but come on!
Nathan
"Time to block the plants from escaping," Algren agreed, making his way to the barn's entrance and raising the herbicide sprayer, a grim expression on his face while he waited for the inevitable tongues of flame, the plants from the loft to attempt to make their daring escape.
Lock and load.
Mina
Mina herself stepped quite casually out of the hole in the side of the barn, flames had started to lick around the barn and spread.
"When we are through here," she said, quite calmly. "I will be finding Dr. Moreau and finding out just what exactly he knows about botany."
Rodney
"When we're through here, I'm eating three salads just in spite!" Rodney said, spraying herbicide at the front doors of the barn. "And I hate salads!"
Triffids
A couple triffids, however, were trying to sneak out through the whole behind Mina. And she did not quite see them, yet.
Angua
If she wasn't careful, it sounded like Angua could actually like that Rodney fellow...
Not that she had any time to consider it at the moment. Salad bar had opened, and Angua charged forward. One thing she'd never expected to be taking down and ripping to shreds, flaming plants, but there was a first time for everything, and after the first few, there was a certain amount enjoyment to it.
Nathan
And at the door, side-by-side with Rodney and spraying herbicide as much at the flames as he was at the Triffids, Algren might very well have smirked.
In all his years since leaving the farm at seventeen, he'd never in his wildest dreams thought that burning down a barn could be so damned satisfying.
Even better, there weren't any bees.
[ooc: Warning for non-graphic violence and the death of plants. Preplayed with the super-awesome shiroi_tiger and colourfulscents. NFI, NFB, OOC welcome.]