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The door from Milliways opens onto what would ordinarily be a picture-perfect day in early October over Central Park West. The air ought to be crisp and clear this high up. Certainly the view of Central Park, its leaves beginning to turn all kinds of colors, would support that...

... only anyone who actually pokes a head or hand or limb out the door will feel that it's not. It's warm- unseasonably so- and the air is tight somehow, shivering against the skin. There's an unpleasant, greasy feel to it, a sense of something about to precipitate out of nowhere at all. And far, far overhead, the sky roils and writhes in livid bruise-purple colors, torn open in a ferocious act of metaphysical savagery.

Looking up for too long is probably not a good idea.

Date: 2005-10-12 06:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asar-suti.livejournal.com
The giant ape roars a challenge to the approaching menace, giant ape style, and stares at the dead man who got up again.

Necromancy. That was familiar stuff, was it? Raising the dead. Bringing dead things to life. That could be done, but that could be fought. Among the Ihlini, the best bet had been to kill the creator of such risen beasts; then they would cease to be. But Ereshkigal was gone from this world, and the dead still kept coming.

Hmm? Be an ape about it and squash them with his fist; by the dozen? Be Ihlini about it and cast a nicely explosive rune at them?

[[OOC: Camwyn, Lyn: god as needed! -maru]]

Date: 2005-10-12 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ucav-tinman.livejournal.com
The ectoplasmic manifestations were indeed thinning.

Soon, Eddie thought, he would be called on to rid the temple from the top of the building.

But there was a problem.

[Doctor Stantz, please tell your colleagues to intensify their attacks on the airborne ectoplasmic manifestations.]

He would be aiming the missile toward Central Park. And there were people there.

He began to lower and to slow, dropping from his higher pattern that had held the entities away from the gathering so far. His soundtrack cut off as he approached ground level. "Attention," his clear tenor demanded. "In order to minimise human danger from falling debris, you are asked to vacate this side of the building until further notice. Repeated: In order to minimise human danger from falling debris you are asked to vacate this side of the building until further notice."

Eddie flew in a holding pattern barely above the treetops to give his announcements. He considered them warned. If they didn't listen, then it would be their fault.

Date: 2005-10-12 06:52 am (UTC)
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*And in the sky, behind the sky, there is a tremor; a brief subtle discoloration that moils uneasily, like oil on the surface of a pot of water almost about to boil --*

*-- and Andrew's chant rises to a shout:*
Zi dingir a nunna dingir galgalla e ne kanpa! ZI DINGIR ANNA KANPA! ZI DINGIR KIA KANPA!

*And there is a soundless pulse of sickly greenblackpurple light from the disturbance in the sky, and a blue-white crackle of discharged energy that flares around the entire rooftop, and -- *

*-- nothing. The connection's been severed.*

*Andrew sags to the floor, panting.*


--I think it worked.

Date: 2005-10-12 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ucav-tinman.livejournal.com
And the plane climbed. He had already run simulation after simulation - he knew where he needed to be, the velocity, and which direction he needed to fire.

He turned, wings drawing beautiful twin contrails in the sky. His missile arm lowered and rotated, the Truncheon missile locking on target.

[Firing,] he transmitted.

The missile burned forward, and Eddie was close behind, pulling up almost too late-- but then the missile struck.

True to its name, the missile was an implosion missile. The burst of flame was centered, doing its job on impact. Most of the debris stayed as centered, falling only a short distance from the building, but all the same there was a rain of debris as the temple was reduced to rubble. Even the focusing rods that Shandor had so carefully placed were left either broken or warped.

[One hundred over one hundred.]

Eddie carefully circled until the last of the debris was down, and then he began to close in on approach.

He had his soundtrack again.

We are the champions, my friends.
And we'll keep on fightin' 'til the end.
We are the champions,
We are the champions -
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions--
Of the world!

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