"Wha what who wha- holy cow you're right!" Ray cries, staring into the skies over the Park. "That's the- they're from the statue of eagles eating a goat, the one over on Sixty-ninth-"
It's quite a famous statue. The eagles involved are enormous, and they're depicted with a taxidermist's realism in the process of preparing to tear a goat apart. Currently there's no goat in sight-
- possibly this is because the goat is down below with the other statues? It's hard to tell, with the great bronze form of Balto leaping at monstrosities, and the panther that overlooks the Park Drive just where the skaters and bikers least expect it leaping onto zombies, and Alice of Wonderland laying waste about her with metal fists the dead can't withstand-
"Is it just me or are the aerial spooks getting thinner?" Peter wonders, turning to fire.
"Can't tell!" Ray taps his headset again. "Eddie! Eddie, there's a pair of bronze airbornes headed this way from the Park- do not fire on the Eagles! Repeaat, no firing on the Eagles! Everything else is kosher as per previous orders!"
He grins- he can't not- and starts laying into the rooftop spooks with greater fervor than before. Briefly, Egon pauses, squinting.
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Date: 2005-10-12 05:33 am (UTC)It's quite a famous statue. The eagles involved are enormous, and they're depicted with a taxidermist's realism in the process of preparing to tear a goat apart. Currently there's no goat in sight-
- possibly this is because the goat is down below with the other statues? It's hard to tell, with the great bronze form of Balto leaping at monstrosities, and the panther that overlooks the Park Drive just where the skaters and bikers least expect it leaping onto zombies, and Alice of Wonderland laying waste about her with metal fists the dead can't withstand-
"Is it just me or are the aerial spooks getting thinner?" Peter wonders, turning to fire.
"Can't tell!" Ray taps his headset again. "Eddie! Eddie, there's a pair of bronze airbornes headed this way from the Park- do not fire on the Eagles! Repeaat, no firing on the Eagles! Everything else is kosher as per previous orders!"
He grins- he can't not- and starts laying into the rooftop spooks with greater fervor than before. Briefly, Egon pauses, squinting.
"Ray," he says, "I think they have riders..."