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[not_wolverine]

Who: Open
Where: The Church
When: Friday

Anderson paced up and down the aisles of the church. So far the barriers hadn't been tested, between the children's creatures and himself they had kept the ghouls at bay.  He ran down the list of supplies in his head reassuring himself that they had enough.  Saying a quick pray to the Lord he readied himself at

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[yup_whitesuit]

Kriff. Kriff. What was the word Shego had used? Fuck. The lenses of his mask flickered and shut down, leaving him in darkness as he fell. Those few seconds seem to last years, until the auxiliary systems of his suit kicked in and his life support began to hum.

He struggled to his feet, cursing the fact that the zombie hadn't taken out the alarm functions. The whine in his ears was incessant. Ten minutes until it failed. Anakin and Allana were out, he could only assume they were safe, kriffing zombie got him while he was--

The explosion behind him almost knocked him to his feet again. He whirled around, the lenses of his mask darkening to protect his eyes from the fiery plasma. When they came back online he saw his companion unmoving on the floor.

Fuck. Kriff. Fuck. No-

Her chest still rose and fell. The Force was with them yet, but they were far from the church...

His limbs were running at 50 percent power as his suit tried to divert it all to his respirator, but he still managed to to lift the slight body of his companion and stumble towards the safety of Anderson's barrier.

[ella_va]

A glow came from the pouch on Shego's left leg. It was extremely bright, managing to be seen despite the green material. It didn't take long for Devimon to show up again, this time acting more like the vicious demon he appeared to be.

Taking out everything in his way, he calmed down once he saw Shego was okay. He put her on his back, her arms automatically putting a death grip on his neck. He grabbed Anakin by the shoulders, barely lifting him off of the ground. He wheezed, but managed to move swiftly.

"You're fat."

[yup_whitesuit]

"Kriff...you...I am...a veteran" Anakin wheezed, shaking with exhaustion and relief. He was being carried like a newborn kath hound and insulted- it was one of the more humiliating moments of his life. The toes of his boots skidded across the floor before Shego's...partner managed to get airborn.

He had maybe seven minutes.

[ella_va]

"A FAT VETERAN. STOP EATING. YOU'RE FAT." As he managed to get in the air, away from the zombies, he saw the church. Devimon was exhausted, about ready to de-Digivolve right there.

"Hey, fattie, look. This is gonna be weird, okay? Don't die. Don't die, okay? I'll be so mad if you die." And so would Shego, but he didn't say that.

Taking in a deep breath, Devimon made what had to be the most painful dive he'd ever made in his life, hurtling towards the church.

[yup_whitesuit]

"Nnnggh!" Anakin tried to twist out of the grip of the creature as they hurtled towards the ground at dangerous speeds. Escape was useless, and he'd be making his first crash landing without the aid of his ship around him. He closed his eyes and stretched his senses into the Force, trying to slow their descent and maybe create a weak shield before they--

[ella_va]

At almost the last moment, he half let go of Anakin, grabbing Shego with his long clawed arm and forcing her into Anakin's arms. Making sure he had her, Devimon twisted his body- as they landed, they landed on Devimon's back. He took the entire force of the fall, Anakin and Shego on top of him.

Once he was able to see they were protected, in the church, he groaned. He became smaller and smaller, going past DemiDevimon- he reverted to his In-Training form, Pagumon. The tiny baby Digimon cried, tired and aching, crawling onto Shego's stomach and burying his face. She was still out of it.

The crash alerted everyone in the church. Ikuto and Daisuke both ran over, looking at the baby Digimon with sad eyes. They tried to coerce it into letting them look at him, but he only buried his face deeper into Shego's stomach, crying. Riley's Glock (bulletless, shhhh) was pointed at them, and he cursed loudly as he saw "that crazy drunk nigga".

Anne Possible ran over, looking at Shego with worry but seeing that Anakin was in worse condition. She took his helmet off, completely unphased by his appearance. She noted that he wasn't a normal human.

"What can I do to help you?"

[yup_whitesuit]

Anakin feebly tried to push the doctor off, but gave up. He flinched as the hermetic seal on his helmet was broken and the cool air from outside rush against his face- Force, it had been a long time since...

"I c-can't...breathe" he managed to choke out. Perhaps, if the Force is merciful, she won't understand and I'll die...

[mrs_dr_p]

Unfortunately for Anakin, Anne was a doctor. Automatically going into Doctor Mode, she barked out orders to the first person she saw.

"Get me the respirator, from the back. Hurry!" She practically ripped the machine from the poor man who tried to help, easily and expertly hooking it on his face. She sighed in relief as he began to breathe.

[yup_whitesuit]

Anakin choked again as the air rushed into his lungs. The oxygen rushed to his brain and tried to raise himself up, pushing away the hands that tried to keep him laying down as he scanned the welcoming crowd.

"Allana...? Anakin?"

[mrs_dr_p]

Anne turned, looking around the church.

"Is there an Allana and Anakin here?"

[digimonboyikuto]

Ikuto ran over to Anakin, looking down at him with sad yellow eyes.

"You okay? Can I help? You want food? Drink?"

[yup_whitesuit]

Things were happening too fast, Anakin felt a flash of terror as the yellow eyes stared down at him, but they weren't Palpatine's--

A reached a shaky hand and ran his fingers over the boy's long lock of wrapped hair. A youngling

"Am I...at the Temple?" he asked, his speech muffled by the mask and unaided by the vocoder.

[digimonboyikuto]

Ikuto shook his head softly.

"No. You at church. Safe." His partner Falcomon came up behind him, having just woken up from his rest.

[yup_whitesuit]

The church? Ah- "The padawan...Shego. She is here as well?" his memories were sluggish to return, and he let his head fall back to the ground with a soft thump.

"Where is your master?"

[digimonboyikuto]

"Green woman asleep. Digimon.. Pagumon is crying." He glanced over sadly at the hurt Digimon, crying for his Tamer. But she was in a dead sleep, it seemed, Anne with a cold rag cleaning her face.

He thought for a moment.

"Father is outside, fighting zombies."

[yup_whitesuit]

"The Jedi know not hatred...nor love..." Anakin didn't look up. Couldn't. Master Skywalker, what are we to do--

"Your father must be a great Jedi, to have attachments and still remain in the light."