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[clockarmageddon]

The clock is really whizzing forward today. After the large sacrifice last night, it's got a lot of ground to make up if it's going to reach the 10 by the time the quake is happening

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[doc_venkman]

Peter stared at the clock. He really hated that thing.

The note caught his eye. Good, about time. He put his name, and figured to speak to a few people he knew. Either Giles or maybe that FBI lady might want info on this.

"So there's a way to put a kibosh on the doom fiesta, huh?" He asked out loud, even though he vaguely noticed the guy sitting near the clock.

He glanced over toward him, "Don't tell me that oversized alarm clock belongs to you?"

[urzaplaneswalkr]

"Not to me, I'm afraid. It is a weapon of my enemies, however. So, it is rather my fault that it is here."

[doc_venkman]

"Yeah, and at least you admit it is." Peter said some sullenly.

"No offense buddy, but that thing's really been causing problems around here. You know how to stop it?"

[urzaplaneswalkr]

He nods slowly.

"I know what is required to allow it to stop, which is almost the same thing."

[doc_venkman]

"Yeah? That why you got the sign up for thieves and for fighters?"

[urzaplaneswalkr]

"That is the reason. The artifact required is in Phyrexia, where the Clock was summoned from. We must go in and retrieve it if we are to have a hope of disabling it."

[doc_venkman]

Peter nodded, and asked, "Yeah, and guessing there's some uglies waiting to stop you, right? Spirits, demons? Suckers like that, right? Got some experience dealing with the baddies."

[urzaplaneswalkr]

"Demons you may well call them," Urza says with a grimace. "Unholy combinations of flesh and machine, grown in the breeding vats and built for only destruction."

[doc_venkman]

He didn't like the sound of that.

"...Well, hope they hate the taste of positrons in the morning." He jerked his thumb to the proton pack still strapped to his back at the moment.

"We use these for capturing ghosts, but they can make creatures into crispy critters too."

[urzaplaneswalkr]

"Such creations," he replies in slight wonder. "I am something of an inventor myself, an artificer as we are called on my home plane. But never have I imagined such devices as I have seen here."

[doc_venkman]

"Thanks, though really you should be fanboying Ray and Egon, it's a group effort with us. They made the tools. I just use them along with the team."

[urzaplaneswalkr]

"I believe I've met Ray, actually, if it's the same person you're thinking of. Quite an intelligent fellow. Could be a wizard if he were from a different plane."

[doc_venkman]

"If he seemed like a kid on perpetual sugar high on Christmas morning with the ability to make even other nerds' eyes glaze over with technobabble? Yeah, that's him." Peter grinned some.

He frowned, "Maybe, though kind of a good thing he's sticking with gadgets. Safer all around really." He wasn't going to mention about Egon possibly have magic relatives, or the fact he had a pet dragon that he inherited. That was scary enough right there.

[urzaplaneswalkr]

Urza frowns as well.

"That may be true. The Clock is evidence as to what can happen when a gift for gadgetry is combined with the skills of magic."

[doc_venkman]

"Yeah, but Ray would know better than even try to make anything like that," Peter defensively said of his friend.

...Ok, barring that one weapon. The poor man was stressed and drunk at the time. And he did get rid of the plans for it a short time later....

[urzaplaneswalkr]

"I wonder what the creator of this device originally meant it for," he says lightly. "Or if it, too, was twisted into a weapon against his own wishes or intent."