OH NOES! Dinosaurs! part 1/2

[riskygamble]

WHO: Cathak Lera, Harry Potter, L, A-Ko Magami, Jana Frost, Superman, Simon Parker, Pastamancer, Rock Lee, Son Gohan, May, Roy Fokker, Gwendolyn, Celene Hunter
WHAT: Krull the Dino-Czar attempts to show his society that he is an adult... by conquering Metropolis!
WHEN: July 2, 2007
WHERE: Metropolis
WATCH FOR: Every. Single. Freakin'. One. Of Rock Lee's Poses. L's masterful grasp of the situation.


Paranormal Sector - Metropolis

Metropolis, the City of Tomorrow, home of the Man of Tomorrow. This massive futuristic city is far ahead of the level of technology of its surroundings, thanks in part to the brilliance of local corporate magnate Lex Luthor. Clean, sleek skyscrapers make the horizon a sight to behold, from the Lexcorp Building to the Daily Planet, the city's premier newspaper since it began getting exclusives on the activities of Superman, the city's local protector. News filters here, too, of activity of the Justice League and the other superheroes active in this plane. Metropolis has its dark side, however; though ordinary crime is low thanks to the stalwart efforts of the Man of Steel and the highly-armed, advanced state of the Metropolis police, a local crime syndicate called Intergang has made inroads into the city, and there are rumors that Lex Luthor has had hands in some very suspect business practices.

Contents:
Rock Lee
Pastamancer
Cathak Lera
Son Gohan
Simon Parker
Gwendolyn
Jana Frost
Superman
Harry Potter
May
Roy Fokker
L
Obvious exits:
(S)eaboard Highway leads to Paranormal Sector - Gotham City.
(Lex)corp Express leads to Paranormal Sector.

Waiting just inside the Metropolis gate is a redhead. Dressed in her old school uniform (because it's nicer-looking than most of her casual clothes, but not as fancy as her new white and tan one), she's checking her Swatch and humming a little tune, with a folder clutched tightly under her other arm. Nobody can accuse A-ko Magami of being perfect, but she tries hard! In this case, she's waiting for somebody from offworld... that Harry Potter boy had said he'd like to learn more about the IPA. And as an intern, that makes her pretty well-suited to distribute information and pamphlets. Oh, the pamphlets she has. Now if only she knew what this Potter guy looked like... She supposes she sticks out enough to be recognized, at least. Nobody else is wearing a serafuku.

Not too far from the gate is Jana Frost, dressed rather casually for today. Then again, her uniform was pretty casual to begin with. Nonetheless, she's walking around within the city, whistling to herself as she does so. She seems to be merely visiting, but is there more going on here than meets the eye?

And as it happens, Harry stumbles into the world of Metropolis via the gates, lacking his usual wizards robes, prefering his jeans and a greay shirt with a hood on. Hidding in one pocket is his wand. Though he hasn't met A-Ko yet, the odd outfit does kind of stick out, so out of curiousity he wanders in her direction. "Hello."

Sunny Metropolis! The sights, the sounds, the...

"Mmmm." Superman hums, rubbing his stomach. "Double chili chili dog day..."

...local color. The Man of Steel is totally not checking up on his daughter as she escourts STRANGE BOY WIZARDS HER AGE around the city. Even if he could put some kind of love charm on her vulnerable Kryptonian mind. And then Superman would have to crush /his/ vulnerable human skull! ...okay, maybe not, but thinking like that means you get it out of your system, Clark reasons to himself, even as he pays for his lunch.

Slowly, Superman raises the delicious chili dog up, savoring every moment as it gets closer and closer to his manly jaw...

Alright. Metropolis /sucks/. He can tell from here there's only faction benefit if you're not IPA, he's seen like three adventures like, 'Man, that bank looks robbable, if you were the kind to do that sort of thing. You're not, so you hug a kitten instead. Wuss.' And frankly, he's not writing down a guide to being a Syndicate Adventurer. Someone else can do that nonsense. He's wearing something...it's arguably almost normal. He's wearing a football helmet, and it's got two beer cans, one in each side. He's wearing a pair of expensive-looking jeans covered in various ketchup, mustard, grass, and ??? stains. No weapon in his hands, just a notebook and a pencil, mostly with a few paragraphs describing his experiences, followed by :('s and the like.

Right now, he's standing by a hot dog vendor, purchasing a hot dog. This may or may not be the one Superman is by, and it probably isn't. But hey. It's good for your mysticality if a guy makes you one with everything.

You have an adventure. You totally forgot to sign your name to it, though, so you don't get credit, Mr. Pastamancer.
|)(| You lose 1 Adventure.

"(What do you mean you don't understand?!)" a girl shouts in Japanese. May points at the giant cone, then at the ice cream she wants, "(Put this in that, it's easy!)" Beside her, April facepalms. "I'm sorry, sir. May wants the chocolate chip in the big waffle cone."
"(I just said that!)" the pirate princess grouches. But, she gets her ice cream. And April hers. Now, the two wouldn't stand out so much as anything but common tourists, if it weren't for May's garish orange overcoat or the giant anchor strapped across her back. They happen to be across the street from the Man of Steel. Given his flambouyant costume, maybe a bright orange pirate hat doesn't stand out so much.

There seem to be alot of strange and not so strange people in this particular dodgy food stand section of Metropolis. Gohan's excuse, however, is the fact that he's on a school trip.

And the group that he's supposed to be hanging around have ditched him. Again. Phenomenal cosmic power does not, apparently, come with social skills. Nor does it come with a terrific amount of spending money, as Gohan looks around, attempting to find something both affordable and edible. A challenge fit for any scholar in such a landscape.

Ah, fatherly love. Enjoy it while it lasts! Not everyone can call a renowned superhero 'Dad', or... uh, has fathers for that matter, either! So yeah, starving children in Africa, and all of that. But right here, right now there's sunshine and a beautiful city, people and vehicles everywhere and right over there, a strange pair:
A dignified elderly gentleman in a tailored suit and brimmed hat, carrying a coat in one arm, apparently engrossed in conversation with a strange, disheveled young man who has chosen to squat on his heels. Said disheveled young man says a few words to the older gentleman, who nods once and departs. Meanwhile, the younger of the two observes passersby, carrying a plastic dish of ice cream balanced on the fingertips of one hand, and from the thumb and index finger of the other dangles a plastic spoon, held on the very end of its stem.
After some time, the disheveled youth unfolds from his crouch, not so much walking as shuffling. And he may or may not be gravitating towards certain pirate cosplaying little girls.
Okay, so he is.
"Chotto... muzukashii desu ne." (It's a little difficult, isn't it.) L regards his spoon a moment, then April and May in turn.

(Fac-IPA) Pastamancer | You ask the local hot dog vendor to make you one with everything. He does, and he gives you a hot dog with a bunch of crap on it! Snazzy!
(Fac-IPA) Pastamancer | You gain 20 Wizardliness. You acquire an item: Tricked-out hotdog

NINJAS IN METROPOLIS! WHATEVER WILL...

....actually, that's not that unusual at all.

An odd assortment of characters are walking through downtown Metropolis - four people in total, two men (one older, one younger) in black suits with bowl cuts and huge eyebrows, a long-haired man in jeans and a bomber jacket, and apleasant-looking girl in tein buns and a pretty blue summer dres.

She looks slightly put out that Lee hasn't noticed, but this is not unusual.

"OH!" calls out the taller of the two bowl-cutted individuals, turning to the other four. "Team Guy....welcome to Metropolis!" shouts Might Guy in a disturbingly loud voice, causing passersby to begin to give the group a wide berth. "Remember, we are here to observe this world, and learn more about its inhabitants...so remember your training!" Guy flashes a thumbs-up and booms, "REMEMBER! WE ARE IN DISGUISE! BE INCOGNITO!"

The city noises quiet for a long moment as people stop to stare at the group. The long-haired boy buries his face in his palms, and thhe young ninja known as Rock Lee pumps his fist. "OSSU! SENSEI!" he shouts, pulling out a notepad.

-be incognito

Lee stuff the notepad away, and Might Guy thrusts his hand forward, palm down. "Yosh!" he shouts. "Now, let us split up with....a patented TEAM GUY HANDSHAKE!" Lee puts his hand overtop of his sensei's, and they both look up at the other two expectantly.

"No way," Tenten says.

"Not in a million years," adds Neji.

Let's see, it's about time... oh! A-ko looks up from her watch as a boy her age says hello. "Hi! Are you Harry Potter?" she smiles. "I'm Eiko Magami, from the IPA." Even if he's not, it's not like she has a secret identity or anything. She holds up the folder. It DOES have 'Interplanar Peacekeeping Agency' stamped on it in official-looking letters. See, she's legit and everything. The folder proves it! Being a sort of oblivious girl most of the time, she has not noticed her alternadad eating delicious chili dogs. The same delicious chili dogs that drew her to this foreign plane!

A-ko will try to tell someone that Metropolis is a perfectly nice, mostly-neutral zone that is a shining beacon of IPA principles. The truth is, you just can't get a good chili dog in Japan.

Harry nods with a smile, offering a hand to shake. "Yeah, that's me." He says. "Harry Potter, pleasure to make your acquiantance." He chuckles a bit as he looks around. "So this is what an American city is like."

At Ferris Air Force Base, Commander Roy Fokker is meeting with a promising pilot. "I've heard a lot about your skills as a pilot, Colonel. You'd make a great addition to the Squadron as an executive officer. We could really use someone with the amount of administrative experience that you have, sir."

The Colonel, decked out in his flight suit, shakes his head. "Thank you for letting me take your bird on a flight, Commander." he says, reaching up to brush a hand through the salt and pepper stripe running just above his ear, "But I've got a number of other duties to tend to, like you. Unfortunately, I would not be able to take myself away from my duties to be a good officer in your Squadron."

Commander Fokker shakes his head, but he's still smiling. "I thank you for your time anyway, Colonel." he says as he stops to offer the Colonel a salute. "And I appreciate the advice you gave me on handling the team dynamic, especially with the large number of young members that I have. I should be getting back to my station, as well. Have a good evening, sir."

Colonel Hal Jordan turns, and offers Roy a salute of his own. "Anytime, Commander. I've worked with my fair share of kids in the past and don't mind imparting my knowledge on the next generation. Maybe next time you can bring me one of those Valkyries to keep for a while." Hal winks at Roy, who laughs.

"We'll see, Colonel. We'll see." And with that, he heads back towards Skull One to start making the twilight flight home.

The Hot Dog gets closer...and closer...and Superman's about to take a bite...

"WEAKLING HUMANS OF THE POLIS OF METRO!" A terrible, thunderous voice cracks over the entire city! Superman jumps a little, causing his hot dog to splat against his face instead of entering his mouth. He looks, weepy-eyed, at the ruined meaty treat. The voice continues, "HEED THE ENORMOUS WORDS OF YOUR NEW LORD AND MASTER..."

An enormous television screen pops on in several directions, revealing the sinister, fanged maw of Krull, the Dino-Czar! Krull is about the size of a tall, strong human being, looking instead like a humanoid tyrannosaurus rex, with the added benefit of long arms that work, dashing red scales, and vaguely Tsarist Russian accessories. "HEED THE ENORMOUS VOICE OF YOUR NEW LORD AND MASTER...KRULL! PRINCE OF SUBTYRANNIA, HEIR TO THE THRONE OF THE DINO-CZAR, CONQUEROR OF THE WEAKLING SURFACE WORLD!" There's a pause. "...WELL? ...GET HEEDING!"

A brown-scaled brontosaurus whispers into Krull's ear for a few moments.

"OH, I SUPPOSE I SHOULD GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO HEED." Krull continues to thunder, then holding up...what looks like a bright red fishing lure.

"I'm going to hit him so hard." Superman quietly mutters to himself, just...watching.

"I SHALL SHOW MY POWER, BY USING THIS PATENTED VOLCANO LURE TO CALL FORTH THE MAGMA, ROCK, AND ASH...DEVISTATING YOUR CITY! AND ONLY WITH THIS LURE WILL I BE ABLE TO CALL THE VOLCANO AWAY! BUT FIRST...SOME LOOTING!"

And, all over the city, angry, angry dinosaur-men; the majority of the Subtyrranians are t-rexes of various types and colors, but a few humanoid plant eaters can be seen. They've got swords, old fashioned rifles, and immediately start making nusciences of themselves, crashing through storefront windows, shoving over playground rides, and harassing old ladies for pocket change. The fiends!

"SEE, I HAVE LEARNED FROM MY MISTAKES...AND SET UP MY ARMY /BEFORE/ ANNOUNCING MY DREAD INTENTIONS! WAH HA HA HA HA HA!"

"I'm...going to need some backup." Superman admits, quickly pressing the communicator hidden in his ear. "IPA! IPA! This is Superman! I need assistance! An army of super-intellegent dinosaurs are looting Metropolis...and one of them aims to cause a volcano to erupt in the middle of the city! I can't fight off the invaders, protect the citizens, /and/ stop the volcano alone! Hurry!"

(Fac-IPA) Pastamancer says, "Okay, uh, I guess I'll take the volcano?"
(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker says, "I was at Ferris, Superman. Will be on station in five!"
(Fac-IPA) Gwendolyn says, "I will be coming to assist immediately!"
(Fac-IPA) Son Gohan says, "The Great Saiyaman is on the way!"

"(Jeez.)" May grumbles, "(You guys don't have any trouble understanding me, why do all these people have so much trouble with the way I talk?)" she's venting at April. That is, until presented with a scruffy looking kid speaking right back in Japanese. Blink. "(...What?)"
She's about to respond when April elbows her, "May, we've got trouble." and points at the swarp of angry dino-men that have appeared on the scene. May furrows her brow, distracted from the kid who had addressed her. "(...Get back to Mayship, call the crew off shore leave and get everything up just in case we have to leave.)" April nods, "Right!" and takes off. Careful not to drop her ice cream as she does so.
"(Jeez, what a hassle.)" May grumbles, cramming her ice cream cone entirely into her mouth, then pulling her Anchor off her back one-handed. "(But Johnny will think I'm so cool if I beat up dinosaurs!")

(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "Ah...on my way!"
(Fac-IPA) A-ko Magami says, "...I'm NEVER going to have an errand that doesn't turn into a massive battle against weird aliens!!"

Where Princess Gwendolyn is from, an invading army of lizardmen would be unusual, but not /impossible./

A few moments ago, the valkyrie had been leading her troops in training exercises, in preparation for another assault against Ringford Forest. But her IPA duties override mere training exercises which could easily be repeated by other high-ranking soldiers. Hence, the valkyrie flies out of a nearby Gate, gliding effortlessly with the outspread blue wings at her hips. The jeweled tip of her spear pulses with light as she lands atop an awning, surveying the damage.

"...Are these dragons? Though they lack a dragon's grace," she scowls.

Dinosaurmen are not unheard of in Creation. Lunar Exalts have bred all sorts of lizardmen, which can get close to dinosaurmen. Nonetheless, they are still something of a problem. And this is why Cathak Lera has decided to come: to help out. After all, while she may not have an official assignment until late August, she has one thing going for her.

Lera stole the radio to stay in the IPA.

She come sout of the Gate, stopping in her tracks. Her eyes narrow, as she draws two swords, and pauses to look at a large, tyrannosaurman. One blade points at him.

"You're under arrest!" she shouts loudly. "Do you particularly care, or will we have to fight?"

As he was climbing up the ladder to board Skull One, Commander Fokker hears the call for assistance from Superman. "Whoops, duty calls." the Sheep leader mutters as he drops into the cockpit, and hears the whole story of what they're going to be facing. Sentinent Dinosaurs, and a Volcano?

Reaching underneath his seat, Roy pulls out a flask. Unscrewing the lid, Roy tips it up to his lip and takes a long draw off of the whiskey within. And he doesn't lower it for a good five seconds. Yeah, that should be just about enough to handle tonight's enemy du jour.

Closing the canopy, the Commander fires up the radio as he toggles the aircraft forward on a fast scramble. "...Commander Fokker to Superman, I am at Ferris AFB, will be on station in five." The Robotechnology boosters flare to life, and the aircraft streaks down the runway before launching into the skies, heading towards the stratosphere, before turning to head east from Coast City to Metropolis at Mach 5.

Team Guy's reaction to this situation is, rather unsurprisingly, confusion.

"Is this normal for Metropolis?" asks Tenten. "I've heard the city called New York is like this sometimes."

"How am I supposed to know?" asks Neji.

"Ah..." says Lee, only to be interrupted by Guy, who shakes his finger sternly. "Remeber what I said! Team Guy.....BLEND IN!"

"But..."

"GO!"

There is a flickering of cloth as three of the foursome scatter in different directions, leaving Rock Lee standing on the street corner in front of an invading T-Rex army, his hand on his ear, listening to his IPA radio.

"...must help Superman....but Guy-sensei said...." Lee flips open the notebook.

-be incognito

He flips back through several pages.

-always protect precious people

"Guy-sensei said to be incognito," Lee mutters, his hand in his chin. "But....he also said I must protect people. This....what should I do?" Lee sucks in a breath and screams, "GUY-SENSEEEEEEEEEEI!"

There is a long pause.

And then faintly: "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"

It's said if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. It just so happens that the Pastamancer can stand the heat, and it equally happens that the world is his kitchen. The wizardly type rummages through his sack, activating his radio in the process.
"Hey, uh, guys! Guys! I'll get the volcano when it pops up, but I'm gonna need, hold on. ...Uh, that fishing lure would be totally awesome, for one. I think I can roll everything else. Gimme a sec, I gotta get equipped properly."

Yay, time to change his equipment! He tugs out what looks like an IV bag, setting it up so that precious energy drink flows directly into his veins. Then he carefully adjusts a monocle onto his eye, and hangs a weird sort of mummified kitten charm onto his belt. And then out comes a long staff with a snowflake and blue glitter, as he rushes towards the fray.

And then immediately stops. "Oh, riiiight. Buffs."
And through the radio, "Yeah. One more second! Really!"

(Fac-IPA) Pastamancer says, "I got the volcano, but that lure'd be kinda awesome, and also I need a second to buff myself."
(Fac-IPA) Rock Lee is muttering, "...protect precious people....be incognito...protect precious people....be incognito..."
(Fac-IPA) Pastamancer says, "Who the heck are you, just help?"

(Fac-IPA) Superman says, "Y'know, Rock Lee, people in funny outfits blowing things up is incognito for Metropolis. Our muggers have jet boots."
(Fac-IPA) Rock Lee says, "....you are certain?"
(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker gulpgulpgulp. "Ah. That's enough for the volcano.. and now.." Gulpgulpgulpgulp. Ah. Gulpgulpgulp. "And that's for the dinosaurs."
(Fac-IPA) Superman thumbs up.
(Fac-IPA) Rock Lee says, ".....YOOOOOOOOOSH!"
(Fac-IPA) Rock Lee says, "....now I must find somewhere to change."

(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "I would say that telephone booth, but..."
(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "No one actually changes into a secret identity in a telephone booth, do they?"

(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "It seems somewhat inefficient!"
(Fac-IPA) Superman whistles.
(Fac-IPA) The Great Saiyaman, Son Gohan audibly shiftyeyes.
(Fac-IPA) Superman says, "Hey, you try finding a convient place to change in the middle of a busy city."
(Fac-IPA) Gwendolyn says, "Are you drinking a potion, Mr. Fokker?"

The thunderous bellow startles more than just a few people, doubtlessly; this includes L, who has placed his hands protectively over his ears while casting sudden, darting glances around and overhead when he realizes with mounting disappointment...
...That he has just dropped his ice cream. L sinks to crouch on his heels, one palm on a knee and the other hooking the tip of his finger into his mouth, staring at the overturned cup and discarded spoon, the rapidly melting remains of what had been a delicious dish of strawberry ice cream as it formed a vaguely pink puddle. Behold, the sound of one very disappointed detective.
"..." L glances at May and April, who takes off. If that's a real anchor, being carried by a little girl like it weighs nothing, chances are saying 'Is it safe for you to remain behind?' is -absolutely pointless-. "(Ah, I thought you were a cosplayer.)" Again, disappointed.
"Excuse me." L pulls from one pocket a cellphone. Unfolding it, he dangles the mobile from the tips of his fingers against his ear after gingerly punching a few buttons. "Please begin assisting local law enforcement with evacuating citizens to the outskirts of the city until further notice."

(Fac-IPA) Rock Lee says, "As Guy-sensei says, beggars cannot be choosers, unless they are choosy beggars."
(Fac-IPA) Rock Lee says, "I am not a choosy beggar, therefore I will make do."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "Sorry to interrupt, but."
(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker pauses. "Something like that!" Courage: +2, Health: -1, Piloting Skill: +3.

Horrific Dinosaur People from subterranian world? Now this brings back memories. Gohan looks for a convenient...anything. This convenient anything, however, happens to be a phonebooth. After a few seconds of moral dilemma at stealing someone elses schtick, Gohan ducks into the phonebooth...

And The Great Saiyaman emerges in a burst of enthusiasm! "HOLD, SAUROID FIENDS! The Great Saiyaman is here on behalf of justice! Lay down your arms, or prepare to face me! HAH!"

And in a flurry, Gohan bursts towards the nearest sword wielding dinosaur, opening with a flurry of punches. Ah, old times.

(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "I'm beginning an evacuation attempt, but I require a little information. Where did that televised transmission originate? I want to begin there."
(Fac-IPA) Superman says, "Oh, hey. This is one of our new consultants, folks, Mister Ryuuzaki. And the transmission is probably originating from the center of the city. I'll confirm it, though, I need to see Krull real quick anyway."
(Fac-IPA) Pastamancer says, "Quick question. Would you say these guys are more hot, cold, spooky, stinky, or sleazy?"
(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "Oh, hello, Mister Ryuuzaki!"
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "Thank you. It's nice to meet you, unfortunately, the timing isn't very good."
(Fac-IPA) A-ko Magami says, "Definitely sleazy."

Somewhere in Metropolis, a man in a business suit is leaning against a wall, talking into a cellphone.
"I got us tickets for Friday. I think you'll like it--typical summer blockbuster stuff..." Simon pauses, and grins like a shark. "Jay's been begging me to go see it, too, so--"

And then, Krull happens. Simon startles at the noise, blinks as he sees a group of T-rex-alikes looting a TV store a couple blocks away, and dutifully reports the situation to his archnemesis on the other end of the line.

"I'll call back as soon as I can, hon," Simon says. "Dinosaurs." He flips the phone closed, stuffs it back into his jacket pocket, and darts into the alley behind him. This is perfectly acceptable terrified civilian behavior, from what the lawyer-agent-something understands. On a more practical level, it'll give him the few extra minutes he needs for sunset to hit back home--certain people can't change out of their secret identities at will, after all.

(Fac-IPA) Gwendolyn says, "We will try to get better acquainted when not dealing with dinosaur beastmen."
(Fac-IPA) Pastamancer says, "Right, got it."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "Yes. In the meantime, something about this seems a little strange."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "If someone meant to invade a city, there is a 78 percent possibility they have come to enrich themselves, through the acquisition of resources and property."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "The fact that they are looting from the start of their invasion brings this possibility up to about 86 percent."

"Yeah, I kind of like America. It's big and the food is good." A-ko approves of both of these things. "Anyhow, I brought the stuff, and thought you might li--"

SUDDENLY, LIZARDMEN. The redhead shuts up, staring as Krull the Dino-saucer or whatever he says he is proclaims his new sovereignty over the population of Metropolis. Her eyebrow twitches. And she throws down the folder in a flutter of official paperwork, stomping her foot. "I'm never going to have an errand that doesn't turn into a massive battle against aliens!!" She seems quite prone to outbursts like that.

A brontosaurus man rushes (as best as brontosauruses are able) up to her side. It looks like he wants her lunch money. He grabs her shoulder and looks like he's about to say something evil and demanding, when A-ko turns to stare at him with the flames of righteous fury burning in her eyes. "GET LOST!" she screams, and slams her dainty foot into his sternum hard enough to send him flying off into the sky. He disappears into the distant clouds with a *ping* and a twinkle.

(Fac-IPA) Superman says, "Actually, it's an adulthood ritual."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "And this ritual is...?"
(Fac-IPA) Superman says, "You have to conquer something to be the Prince, and Krull decided on Metropolis."
(Fac-IPA) Gwendolyn says, "Is that so."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "I see. Originally, I had thought that perhaps this meant we had a very good chance that Krull would not destroy the city."
(Fac-IPA) Superman says, "Yep! Krull's still a teenager, by his own people's laws."
(Fac-IPA) Gwendolyn says, "Well, I will not allow this city to become some kind of royal proving ground."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "But with this new information, the situation is very grave."
(Fac-IPA) Gwendolyn says, "A ruler must prove himself in just combat, not by attacking and raiding helter-skelter."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "It is very likely this is a cultural difference."
(Fac-IPA) Superman says, "You can't conquer what's not there, Ryuuzaki. Good thought! I trust in you guys to stop those thugs while I deal with another problem."

The Pastamancer plants his staff in the ground. "Staff of the Walk-In Freezer! Endow me with the flavour of magic! Endow me with the Spirit of Peppermint!" Blue, minty clouds float around the wizard, as he shivers a bit. Hey, he's got the tolerance of the kitchen, but that's for heat!

One of the neat things about lizards, thankfully, is that they're weak to cold, even though they may not fall within the Kingdom's elements. The first thing to do, of course, is to encounter as many as he can at once.
"HEY!" He says, as he fires a quick frozen spaghetti noodle at one. "YOUR MOTHER RODE THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS!"

Despite giving A-ko an odd look at her strange outburst, Harry laughs. "At least it's not a swarm of Dementors." He says, pulling his wand from his pocket. He stares for a moment at that kick, then turns a wry look her way.
"I'm beginning to see why they hired you as an intern." He cracks. "Mind if I lend a hand?" He says rhetorically, as another dinosaur, ridden by one of the bad guys charges, only to see him make a motion with his wand, calling out "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" and the Dinosaur and it's rider go stock still and fall over with a loud thud. They're still alive. Just immobilized.

Bibbo Bibbowski blinks at the strange people speaking Japanese. He wonders if they know that he can read their conviently placed translation quotes, and that it's mildly rude to talk in a language the person in front of you presumably does not understand. Then he shrugs, and punches a triceratops wearing a three piece suit right in the beak, because that's how Bibbo rolls.

As for Superman, he's already in the air, zooming through the sky! Superman can be seen on the massive tele-screen of Tyranny, grabbing Krull by the collar and scowling down at the conqueror. "Where."

"Underneath the Daily Planet." Krull says with a fanged smile, "I'm pretty sure there are some worthless mammals you've...adopted there, yes?"

"The IPA will stop your occupation attempt." Superman dictates, "I will stop your effort to make a natural disaster. And then, I /promise/, I'll be back to show you just why it's a bad idea for someone that's cold blooded to tick me off."

Krull crashes into a building, courtesy of a flick from the Man of Steel's wrist, as Superman rockets through the sky again, kareening towards the Daily Planet! 'Great Scott...' Superman thinks to himself, as he begins to twirl around, becoming a human drill that rips into the earth's crust!, 'I just hope I make it in time...!'

The fact that this basicly takes Superman out of the fight is totally concidental, we promise. Meanwhile, the belabored IPA defenses are in for some trouble. "NOTHING CAN STOP..." A massive Triceratops bellows, "...ME!" The beast then charges at Gwendolyn and Lera, horns set to slam right into the girls!

Meanwhile, a thin raptor-woman rolls her eyes, "He's embarrased of his name." the girl gossips towards Team Guy, idly tossing a switchblade between her hands. "So, you punks gonna give me your wallets, or am I gonna have to get an early supper?"

Roy may get the feeling he's being followed. That's because, well, he is! He can see off of his six that a pair of pterrodactyls are gliding after him, one of villainous Dinosaur Men fireing a few rifle rounds at Roy's plane!

Meanwhile, a tyrannosaur is noodled in the rear, falling over with a shocked, shivering look on his face. "Marty!" cries out his brother, "Marrrtttyyyyyy!" Shaking a fist at the very heavens, the T-Rex leaps at the Pastamancer-

-while over by Son Gohan, a massive green Steagosaurus thumps his chest, snarling at the great Sayaiman and swinging it's deadly club-tail in a whipping arc at the hero!

Finally, as A-ko and Harry thin the ranks a little, they hear a faint growling sound...

...as the long arms of an Allosaurus shove their way out of the sewers, the Dinosaur sapper grinning wickedly at the two teenagers as she makes a grab for their exposed legs!

The last time that the Skull Squadron/Black Sheep leader was in a battle in a major metropolitian area - it was during the first attack of the Zentraedi on then Macross Island. Promise, Clark, Metropolis will not end up in orbit around Pluto.

At least not today.

Roy pushes forward on the stick, pushing the nose down of the Veritech, and enters Metropolis airspace. He streaks down the main thoroughfare, heading for the invasion force. His eyes watch both the outside buildings streak by as he drops out of mach and into speeds more suited to close quarters fighting. The modified F-14 races over the battlefield, and as it nears the park, seems to start to break apart. Oh noes, the Dinosaucers must have shot it down!

The engine nodules fall away from the main body, and then start to swing outwards. Engines flaring, the Veritech comes to a sudden halt, and spins around in mid-air. As it does so, the mid-sections of the plane unfold, the right one holding a rather large cannon. "Attention..." hic, "...reptilian invaders. You are to withdraw to whatever hole or dimension you came from, or be met with extreme.. aww, screw it."

Commander Fokker knows that opening fire with the autocannon would be akin to use a recoiless rifle to shoot at flies, so he changes up his mission profile. Brining the legs of the Valkyrie forward, Roy starts to cycle the engines up to a higher revolution. His attempt is to bring up a massive wind tunnel effect in the city to start trying to herd the Dinomen down the street and towards the waiting arms of the IPA forces. "Yippie ki yay!" he whoots, as he pushes forward, knocking aside a newspaper vending booth on accident as he does so.

"(I think Cosplay is fun, but this is how I usually dress!)" May comments offhandedly. What we have here is the rare and violent Velociraptor. Scourge of many a Jurassic Park. May has no fear, even as the pack leader jumps at her. Rather, she turns sidelong and SLAMs her anchor onto the sidewalk, then swings it up two handed with a loud CRACK sound. Said Raptorman is sent rolling at high speed back into his goons, sending them all sailing. "(Yes, perfect strike!)" May jumps up, "(May's easy win!)" Hefting her Anchor, she charges into the fray, cute little popping noises signalling each step.

(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker says, "Yippie ki yay!"

Lera's eyes shoot to the left, towards the valkyrie, and then back at the charging triceratops. "Jump!" she cries at Gwendolyn, as she does just that. The Fire Aspect leaps into the air with a bound and twists around. The left sword is aimed downward, as she draws in a breath and concentrates for a moment. Midair flight always has a certain feeling of slowness, despite the fact she is really coming down rather fast.

She tries to bury the blade of the left sword into the back of the triceratops. That would give her a grip. She grits her teeth, and then swings down the second blade in a hard stab.

She tries to stab it, hard, into the back of the skull.

(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera | John McClane almost finishes that.
(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker says, "...always wanted to herd things with this baby, but Agrias would probably get upset if I tried it on Chocobos."

"Nothing? How disgustingly overconfident!" Not needing to be told to jump, Gwendolyn leaps up high into the air, her wings catching the breeze again as she glides over the charge of the Triceratops. Her thin body probably wouldn't have been able to take being run over by such a large beast, but from above, she has the advantage. And some fleeing civilians below may have a great view, but that is neither here nor there.

Her spear glows a soft, eerie blue as she glares down at the triceratops. She points down in mid-flight, and then dive-bombs like a raptor at the creature from above, stabbing at it from an angle before landing back on her feet.

It's a big city, they'll just have to tolerate the outsiders. The disheveled, slouching detective considers the overhead television screen, teeth worrying at the pad of his thumb for a few moments, automatically folding shut and pocketing his cellphone with the other hand in a delicate series of almost too-fussy gestures. And then looks at May. He gives her a sudden, stoic thumbs-up.
There are people who can't defend themselves physically (or at least, not to the point where it'd do much good against these sorts of aggressors) and for them, there are a mixture of local police and those on 'loan' from a less technologically advanced Earth on another plane. They're starting from the center of the city and trying to escort people away from the worst of the fighting and steadily towards the outskirts of the city. It's slow work, particularly given the tendency for people to panic in dreadful circumstances, but these men are good at their jobs.
Meanwhile, L has decided to go shopping.
He slinks out of a pawnbroker's shop with a megaphone and a tennis racket and one (1) lollipop. It's time to make his way towards the center of the city. That cellphone is out again, his purchases under the other arm. "Yes. ...Yes. Please patch me through to the same system, Watari. Call me when you have access."

(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "I have a tactical suggestion."

Rock Lee is shaken out of his moral quandary by two things - first of all, the assurance by Superman that flipping out and kicking people is incognito enough for Metropolis that he can do so without fear of sensei-style repercussions. Those usually involve push-ups or punchings, and so he is glad for the backup.

The second is a thin raptor-woman with a switchblade - the rest of Team Guy continues being incognito, going so far as to hide from sight entirely (ninjas can be /very/ unobtrusuve when they need to be), leaving Rock Lee to face her alone. The young man glares at the raptor lady and points a quivering finger at her.

"You shall not have my Kame-chan," he says, patting the turtle-shaped money pouch on his inside pocket. "All you shall receive...." Lee sucks in a deep breath and leaps forward, the sun gleaming off his pearly whites as he charges in. "...is a down payment of JUSTICE!" THe young ninja whirls his leg around in a low circle, his boot scraping along the ground as he attempts to trip the woman to the asphalt. "KONOHA REPPU!"

Simon, crouched behind a dumpster, checks his watch. /Thirty seconds,/ he thinks, as the sounds of pillaging draw nearer. Twenty. Ten. Five...

Back home in Cleveland, the sun dips below the horizon.

Simon breathes. Essence, sweet precious Essence, flows into his body as his human seeming melts away--Simon rises to his feet, once again ready to do his master's bidding as a member of the Infernal Horde.
Granted, he still /looks/ human, and thus far his master's bidding amounts to 'help the mortals whenever it does not hinder our plans' in this situation, but we can't always get what we want.

Simon snatches his unholy pistol from its concealed holster and rushes out of the alley. He makes a quick right turn, and sprints down the street. As luck would have it, the first friendlies he comes across are Lera and that... strange Demon lady. Simon calmly aims his weapon, and then fires at the Triceratops' side.
Yeah, handguns versus dinosaurs... but Simon didn't expect to end up in the middle of Jurassic Park today.

Simon Parker switches armor modes to Vessel.

Roy Fokker switches armor modes to Veritech Guardian.

(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "Having overheard that Krull appears to be ashamed of his own name, perhaps, if you need a little extra time, I might attract his attention. However, if it's possible, I would prefer to have someone cover me."

(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker says, "...you want cover?"

(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker says, "Where are you?"

(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "Yes, if this tactic appears to be helpful."

She's not even sweating yet. A-ko watches with a bit of surprise as Harry's trick stops the dinorider in his tracks, sending them down into a pile of paralyzed scales. "Wow, nice shot!" she beams. She seems to have forgotten the folder -- she'll come back for it later -- instead checking the fit of one of the black bracers fastened around her wrists. "...And actually, I only got the job because-- EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

A long, scaly arm sweeps her feet out from under her, and A-ko goes down onto her butt in a flutter of blue skirt and white petticoat. "OW! That's CHEATING!" she complains, flipping easily back onto her feet and grabbing for the Allosaurus-woman's arm on her next swipe.

Unfortunately for the Stegosaurus, fighting Dinosaurs is instinctive to the Great Saiyaman. It is, in fact, how he learned to fight. Out of sheer desperation. As the hero flips into the air, he grabs the tail that was swung at him, and pulls sharply, going to swing the creature over his head. With the horrible creature hopefully on the ground, Gohan takes to the air, waiting for the stegosaurus to make it's decision if it's getting back up or not.

Celene Hunter emerges from a Terminus Gate.
Celene Hunter has arrived.

(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "If you're able to trace my transmission signal, please use it. I am working my way towards the center of the city. Provided our leader approves of the proposed tactic, I will find a more visible location."

Harry looks over at A-ko in concern. "Are you alright, Eiko?" he asks, before turning to another dinosaur and rider and casts another spell. "LEVICORPUS!" and suddenly the dinosaur and rider heading his way are both hanging upside down by the ankle!

All the while, where has Jana Frost been? Why, getting her proper method of attack available, that's where! She flies in using the R-9a Arrowhead, her face bearing a big grin as she readies the weapons system. "Looks like you guys are about to become extinct!"

Pastamancer heh, there we go. One T-Rex coming right at him. Step one: Freeze his ass. He steps back a bit, waving the staff around. "EXTREME RAY OF..." He pauses a moment. Damnit. Can NEVER decide at the last minute! He shakes his head.
"EXTREME RAY OF SHATTERED POPSICLES!" True to his word, a beam comprised of razor-sharp bits of popsicles are flung forward into the T-rex, hopefully both stabbing him repeatedly and freezing him nice and solid.

(Fac-IPA) Celene Hunter kchak. "SWAT Team Five rep Celene Hunter here. On our way to the op site. I assume we have permission to take action, Commissioner?"
(Fac-IPA) Superman | Terrible Dan Turpin says, "You're darn tootin, lady! Just try not t'get any LA all over our streets, and the MPD'll show you how a /real/ department handles this kinda nonsense."
(Fac-IPA) Superman | Terrible Dan Turpin then procedes to smack the crap out of terrible lizard monsters with a riot shield.

(Fac-IPA) Celene Hunter says, "I look forward to it, sir."

(Fac-IPA) Gwendolyn says, "For those to whom I have not yet introduced myself, I am Princess Gwendolyn of Ragnanival. I hope I can be of some assistance during this battle."

(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "Pleased to meet you. Mind your ears, everyone."

L continues to work his way towards the center of the city, until he finds a plaza that has been mostly cleared of people. He drops the tennis racket. Dangles his cellphone up against his ear, with the megaphone hanging from the fingers of his other hand. "Are you ready, Commander Fokker? I will hold here until you are in position."
Striding forward, he hops up onto a conveniently located bench and perches on the end of that seat, glancing sidelong at the recycle bin for bottles and cans nearby. Nice place, to have such handy things standing around.
As soon as Roy is in position, a single warning is given stoically over the IPA frequency. "Please mind your ears." And L lifts the megaphone.
-HREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH-

After a ...not quite deafening, but rudely obnoxious feedback has been transmitted from the same sound system Krull had used for his dramatic entry, someone's voice calmly speaks. "Do I have your attention?"
"Krull is not the kind of name I want for a leader of this place. Are you sure you're old enough for this?" The voice sounds bored, indifferent. L, meanwhile, speaks into his cellphone, twirling his lollipop. "I doubt you truly have what it takes to make anything of yourself. Perhaps you'd better go home and change your name."

(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "Well... that is one way to distract him!"

Look! Tearing down the Interstate at just barely this side of the (physical) speed limit it's---WEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ecto-1!?

"THIS IS THE INTERPLANAR PEACEKEEPING AGENCY'S SPECIAL WEAPONS AND TACTICS TEAM NUMBER FIVE!!" booms a loud, commanding (male) voice as an armored SWAT van comes barreling off the offramp and into the fray. Kneeling on top, staring down the sight of a Remington 700P and hanging on by simple expedience of one foot hooked around a pole, is Celene Hunter, in full riot gear.

"CEASE ALL CONQUEST ACTIVITIES IMMEDIATELY OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE ACTION! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!"

"Right, like the dinosaurs are gonna listen to you, B..." mutters Celene, who then squeezes off a shot at a nearby marauder as the van speeds past.

It probably hits. There's a reason people are scared of the IPA's SWAT.
(OOC) Celene Hunter says, "(answer, because I accidentally cut it from the pose: No, not Ecto-1.)"
(OOC) Simon Parker says, "Aww."

Commander Fokker looks around. Seeing L wander out onto the bench, the commander ohs. And then he guides the Veritech over to where L is.

L will notice the shadow of the Veritech closing in on him, before the two legs of the Veritech land on either side, and the massive white Guardian crouches, much like a mother hawk would protect it's egg. Except this hawk is mechanical, white, and has arms and a really big cannon.

After crouching down over the megaphone yeller, Roy opens the canopy. "Try mine, it's louder." Tossing down a wireless mike, Roy fires up the anti-riot broadcasting systems for L to use.

"We take extinction jokes very seriously." A brontosaurus notes, before attempting to up and step on Jada.

Meanwhile, the Pterrodactyls are not taking well to being ignored. While Roy's attacks do help herd the dinosaurs, he can feel a thump on his veritech as one of the pterrodactyls grapples onto the thing, beginning to peck wildly at the machine's cockpit! Meanwhile, the second starts pulling up, as if getting ready to make a bombing run...

...to say that the Triceritops is hurt is to excercise understatement at its predicament. Stabbed, stabbed again, and shot, the beast just plain falls over dead. "You brutes!" A tyrannosaur calls, leaping over and idly ripping out the dead dino's liver, sticking it down his gullet. "You vicious brutes! We won't stand for this nonsense!"

The Raptor-woman is tripped to the ground, landing witrh a FUMPH and looking more embarrased than anything. "You have a turtle-shaped money pouch? That you named?" The girl sticks her tounge out...and then suddenly lunges, sending a deadly clawed kick at the back of Rock Lee's head!

The Stegosaurus smashes into the ground, groaning long and loud...but, shaking, the beast forces itself back up to its feet! Scowling at the flying opponent, the Stegasaurus steps back, looking along the ground...and hurtles a manhole cover at the Great Saiyaman!

No one is actually riding the dinosaurs, but another soldier is trapped in the air by Harry. Unfortunately for the Boy Who Lived, this one's a spitting lizard...and it just plain hocks up a death loogie at Harry! Meanwhile, the Allosaurus gets her arm ripped off...

...wait a second. "My fake arm!" Allie yells, looking distraught! She leaps out of the manhole, attempting to tackle A-ko and slam her into the ground! "You jerk! That cost me a month's pay!"

Celene's shot does take someone down. Unfortunately, the enormous lizard is /not/ out...the tyrannosaur stomping after the van, letting loose a savage roar as it closes in on the speeding copmobile, seeming to be getting ready to leap aboard...

And, finally, L...L sees a huge, man-sized humanoid dinosaur warlord who lives in the center of the earth turn to give the young man his /full/ attention.

"Are you sure you said..." Krull the Dino-Czar says with a terrible calm, "...what I think you just said?"

(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "..Hm, apparently cannibalism is a mark of their civilization. Who knew?"

(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "Interesting. Commander Fokker, how are your weapons systems?"

(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker says, "As in what do I have?"
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "Yes, Commander."

Venom getting shot at someone is never a good thing. With a sweep of his wand though, Harry manages to Vanish the acid, and breaths a sigh of relief that he was able to remember how to do that in the heat of the moment. But then again, he's known for keeping cool under pressure. "How do we stop these things?"

(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker says, "Four-barrelled laser turret, 55 mm autocannon, missiles, short, long, and medium range. No reflex weaponry today."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "That is more than sufficient. Please do not hesitate to use them if Krull attempts to respond with lethal force. The chance that he will do so as this continues will be at least 99 percent when I am done."
(Fac-IPA) 'Ryuuzaki' L says, "Please try to aim for non-fatal injuries."
(Fac-IPA) Roy Fokker says, "How about I face him Mano eh Mano?"

May doesn't seem to be attracting as much attention as the others. Being a little girl with a huge anchor probably doesn't stand out in this crowd. She uses the chunk of iron like a baseball bat, or a machete, swatting dinosaurs left and right as she makes her way through the crowd. The pirate princess is trying to find out where they're coming from. She has a pretty good idea how to block any large holes, after all.

Without hesitating even a moment, Gwendolyn raises her spear near the fallen, and currently being eaten, Triceratops. At first, it appears to be a tribute to the fallen dead-until a few flecks of light appear to float out of the dinosaur, sucked into the glowing aura surrounding her spear jewel. The Psypher flickers for a moment. It may appear gruesome to empower one's weapon with the souls of the fallen, but that dinosaur's own ally just ate his pal's liver.

"If you intend to avenge your friend, you will find it useless." Speaking in a soft, cold tone, the princess raises her spear again as she channels some of the captured Psyphers. It glows and crackles before releasing a brilliant blue burst of energy which will leave Lera unharmed-but will leave a crater around Gwen's feet. The Energy Burst will probably be far more painful to the poor tyrannosaur.

Commander Fokker notices something as he opens the canopy. Something trying to peck at him. "What the hell?" he yelps, reaching around to smack the creature a few times ineffectively. The Commander tries to flail his arms, but the Guardian mode is not made for things such as this. "Fine.." Roy grumbles, reaching forward, and flips the B switch.

The cockpit module gets a large protective shield as it folds in. As it collapses, the Veritech folds, taking on it's 28 foot tall humanoid form. Grabbing the pterodactyl off of his rear section, Roy tosses him aside, and then turns his attention to Krull.

Roy flexes the hands of the Veritech, then sticks out his left hand. And wiggles his fingers at Krull. Come on, let's see what you got, Hornhead McVeggieBreath. "Just keep it up, L, I'll keep him busy!"

Roy Fokker switches armor modes to Veritech Battloid.

Lera blanches when she sees the T-Rex eat the triceratop's liver. She makes a face, grinding her jaw and wincing noticeably. "Disgusting," she mutters underneath her breath. She glances at Gwendolyn, seeing the sudden appearance of the energy blast. She leaps as it comes at her. This time, when she comes down, she slashes out in front of her horizontally with her left short sword.

Then, she kicks off the knee of the tyrannosaurus and goes airborne. "Haaaaa!" the red-haired Fire Aspect shouts. She does a backflip in midair, then kicks her heel right at the T-Rex's jaw.

"I'm fine!" A-ko reassures Harry distractedly. She doesn't know a lot about magic, but there was never a move quite like THAT in any of her video games. She isn't going to complain though... because his quick thinking is actually pretty handy to have around. She gives the dinosaur's arm a great heave, thinking that she has enough inertia to pull the woman right up and out into fighting range... when the arm just POPS RIGHT OFF. "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEW! OH MY GOD, DID YOU /SEE/ THAT?!" she wails, horrified, "I pulled her arm off--!!"

The metal and plastic joint flops a little sadly. "...Oh." A-ko's face turns a red that rivals her hair. How embarrassing!

Her moment of distraction takes its toll as Allie lands squarely on top of A-ko, the girl's form disappearing beneath the dinosaur's bulk. OH NOES! Is this the end of our heroine?! ...Hardly. The ground beneath Allie shifts minutely. And the dinosaur woman is lifted off of the ground, with a panting, dusty and disheveled A-ko holding her up from beneath. "GET... OFF ME!" she shouts, and makes to pitch the giant dinosaur off into the side of a building.

Rock Lee coughs into one fist, looking a little embarassed. "I wish you would not speak of Kame-chan that way, she was a gift when I entered the ninja academ--AUGH!"

Lee sprawls forward following the kick, the young ninja whirling and planting one hand on the asphalt, then springing back up to his feet, sliding backward away from the raptor woman, shaking his head as if to clear it. Lee's eyes narrow as he clenches his right fist angrily. This suit is too confining - he cannot fight to the best of his ability while constrained in this way, and his more advanced techniques would ruin the garment....which Guy-sensei bought him....

"LEE!" calls out a booming voice from behind him. The young ninja looks around frantically, until his teacher's head pops out from behind a fire hydrant.

"G...Guy-sensei!"

"Lee," Guy says sternly. "A true hero is always concerned about fashion, for the poise of one's appearance can inspire one's allies!" The older man clenches a fist, his teeth gleaming. "But while in combat, damaging your clothes is INCREDIBLY MANLY!" He snaps a hand forward. "Now, my student, EXPLODE in a GARMET-RENDING FURY! Unleash the Hidden Leaf Village's proud azure beast!"

O_O

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSU!" Lee roars, his eyes alight with fire as he reaches down to his suit shirt, gripping it tight in his hands. "This sounds like a job for a splendid ninja! I am Rock Lee, ninja of Konoha! And you...."

*RRRRIIIIIP*

Lee hurls the shredded garment to either side of his body and strikes a ready combat pose, one hand tucked behind his back. "...SHALL BE DEFEATED!" The young man smiles and sniffles. Such a passionate, dynamic speech! Guy-sensei will be so proud!

A cough echoes out from behind him, and Tenten's voice whispers out. "Ah...Lee....you....weren't wearing your suit under the clothes."

Lee looks down to his boxers, stylized with green leaves, and then up at the raptor woman. "Ah.....may I please use a phone booth for a moment?"

Is this a bit of turbulence Jana's feeling? Or could it be that a brontosaurus is attempting to take down her ship. Unfortunately it's the latter, but fortunately, Jana knows just what to do for a situation like this. She quickly performs a U-turn, followed and follows up with the advice of Peppy Hare... "Do a barrel roll!" Hopefully that should shake the brontosaurus!

Manhole covers! Since when did Dinosaurs get manhole covers? The Great Saiyaman takes a solid blow to the chest, dropping to the ground. "Fine! If that's how you want to fight...JUSTICE PUUUUUUNCH!" Another burst of speed, and Gohan is flying straight at the Stegosaur, unleashing a high powered uppercut, and following with another series of punches at the hopefully exposed chest. "HAAAAA!" And, just when it can't get any more stereotypical, he rears back with a kick, attempting to get the monster into the air, and then practically teleport behind it, and slam it into the ground. Dinosaur People, welcome to zwee fighting.

"Yes, absolutely certain," deadpans L, dark eyes craning skywards as the shadow of the Veritech crawls over the pavement. He pockets his cellphone and catches the wireless microphone. Smoothly unfolding from his crouch, he backsteps onto the backing of the bench, then steps further off to hop onto the ground, backing gradually to trade megaphone for... tennis racket? "Krull is certainly the weakest name I have ever heard. I recommend a change to something a little more menacing."
The Veritech shifts in preparation to face off against the humanoid dinosaur, and L? L has gingerly knocked the lid off the recycling bin in favor of picking out a bottle. He's managed to clip the mike to the collar of his shirt. "Krull just brings to mind flat-toothed herbivores. Like cows," rambles the young detective distantly, while he lobs one bottle into the air... and bats it with the tennis racket.
So, mighty Krull. Ever been pelted with bottles by a man probably five percent of your body mass?

Celene hisses, the wind whipping in her ears - almost painfully, with her hypersensitive senses - and cycles the bolt on her Remington. Kchnk KCHAK! She keeps looking forward, keeps monitoring, keeps--

"HUNTER, BEHIND!" shouts a second male voice from within the van, and Celene spins in place, coming eye-to-eye with--

"Didn't I shoot you once already!?" Celene snaps, eyeing the thing down her rifle's sight, trying to get a shot in the sensitive underbelly. It should work...she hopes...

"BRICK!" she calls down. "If this doesn't work, I might need you to punch it!"

"I like the way you think!" that second voice calls back.

The thunderclap of a rifle report can be heard, a bullet tearing across the distance toward the tyrannosaur's belly. "I just know the animal rights people are gonna ride my ass about this..." Celene mutters.

Simon is used to worse things than a little cannibalism. He whistles, slightly, as Gwendolyn's Psypher does its thing--he /felt/ something there, he's just not sure wh...
Oh hey, more dinosaurs. "Afternoon, Lera!" Parker says, conversationally, as he closes the distance between them. He's fast for a human, really--and as soon as he's within range, he steels himself, slows... And high-jumps onto the dinosaur's back. There's a faint /twang/ of disturbance as Simon channels Essence to bend the rules a little; Lera might be familiar with the sound.
More importantly, as soon as Simon lands, he whips a leg around in a powerful spinning kick aimed at the back of the dinosaur's skull.
Hit or miss, Simon then vaults off the dinosaur's back, flipping backwards in mid-air, and...
Landing awkwardly in a painful three-point crouch. "And Princess Gwendolyn, is it?" Simon adds, in a tone that is not so much conversational as slightly winded.

Harry's magic does save his skin...unfortunately, it lets the Spitter fall to the ground, managing to break the spell now that Harry isn't focusing on it. Moving with terrible speed, the beast swipes its claws at the Boy who Lived!

May is small. And not shooting lasers or anything. She makes her way through the city, finding a large drill machine with 'Property of Krull' written on the side. Unfortunately, she has also found trouble, in the form of one of the enormous crocodile-like troopers, who crosses his arms and scowls down at the littleist pirate. "I think you're /lost/, little girl."

"Bitch!" Allie gets out, before being piston-kicked right into a building! It crunches, and for a moment, it seems like A-ko's fight is finished. ...just a moment, though, as the big shadow that's forming under her sort of implies that the faint whistling sound she hears isn't battlefield jitters but, in fact, an enormous hunk of building flying straight for her!

The T-Rex is blasted with sorcerous energy, screeching from the pain...but still standing! At least, until Lera kicks him in the face. "Urrgh..." The T-Rex groans, his scales fused together from the sheer power of Gwen's magic, and then followed up with a crazy demon kick to the back of his head....well, the big ol'lizard falls down.

"...please." The Raptor woman says, covering her eyes.

"Gwar!" The Bronto shouts, as he's smashed into an apartment complex by the barrel roll. Falling back to the ground, the bronto squares his hips, and hurls a tree at Jana's ship! Like a spear, only with more leaves.

"What th-" The Stegosaur says, before he's juggled into the air, teleported around, and slammed into the ground! The terrible power of zwee fighting! There's only one problem, Gohan. ...those razor sharp spikes on the stegosaur's back. Even if Gohan avoids them while punching, they /shoot/ right off of the stegosaur's back, flying at the Sayian superhero!

The incoming tyrannosaur blinks as he's shot in the gut /again/...the monster seeming to just get /more/ pissed off about the inconvienance! Its guts flying out of the ruins of its stomach tell another story, but that monster's still standing until the adrelinan runs out. The beast /leaps/ into the air, flying towards the van and attempting to grapple on board the thing!

Krull is hit in the face with a bottle from a tennis racket. He turns up to look at the veritech fighter. "I am going to eat your child's liver." Krull explains, and then ROARS, surging forward and attempting to just plain headbutt his head /through/ the torso of the Veritech!

(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "Hm. Princess Gwendolyn, Simon."

(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "I believe Commander Fokker could use our assistance!"
(Fac-IPA) Simon Parker, slightly winded. "Pleasure to meet you, Princess."
(Fac-IPA) Superman | Krull the Dino-Czar says with terrible clarity, "I am going to eat that child's liver." before GWAR-level metal is heard.
(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "Ah, Mister Parker, actually..."
(Fac-IPA) Cathak Lera says, "Could you grab ahold of the fallen triceratops' head?"
(Fac-IPA) Celene Hunter says, "Sorry, bit busy! BRICK, FISTS!" "PARTY!"
(Fac-IPA) Simon Parker says, "What for?"

L needs a tag, please!