Poughkeepsie Attacks!!!: Team Civic Center

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The Mid-Hudson Civic Center is quite possibly the most mundane-looking building in the city of Poughkeepsie that does not actually have a McDonald's sign on it. To the ordinary eye it looks like an ice skating rink with an awkwardly constructed concert hall of some kind attached.

To the eye of someone practiced in sensing energies of good, evil, or the like, the place is radiating something very definitely not Light Energy- although Light might have been here once before it got twisted.

To the eye of someone Tyler's age and interests, it looks like there's a major World Wrestling Entertainment event scheduled to take place on the premises tomorrow.

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[basic_powers]

Revenant says something unrepeatable inside of Tyler's head. He balls himself up and tries to cover his eyes as he and the many pieces of flying wood butt heads.

Tuck, duck, and roll Tyler.

He really wishes he were going fast enough to trigger the airbags in his suit.

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If it's any comfort at all, the chairs were awkwardly stacked on top of a pile of mats, so once he's past the KER-SMASH part he hits something reasonably shock absorbent?

... although the sound of someone in the locker room suddenly going "What the hell was that?" may not be the most reassuring in the world.

[basic_powers]

The balled up mini-hero bounces on the mat twice before unrolling to a stop and blinking a couple of times, heart racing.

Then the sound of someone have a WTH moment in the locker room registers with Tyler's survival instincts, which rapidly start screaming instructions to the adrenal glands.

Oh, POOP.

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"We're almost done," says the same voice after a moment of silence. "Hank? Hank, are you out there?... shit."

[basic_powers]

Tyler takes this as a cue to get some height on the situation. Namely the over-hanging iron i-beams that make up the 'ceiling' of this hallway. And set the grappler to 'dance, monkey, dance' again.

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From this angle Tyler can get a fairly decent view of something going on in the locker room. Whatever it is, it involves some massive sigils painted all over the floor, not to mention an almost obscene number of runes. There are two guys in robes in there, one of them still painting with the greatest of care; he's got a small booklet in front of him, open to some diagrams. The other is standing in one of the last blank spaces on the floor, looking uncertainly towards the door.

"One of us should go check that out," says the standing one.

"Yeah? So? You're already up," says the one painting. "You do not want me to smudge this stuff. Not now."

[basic_powers]

Tyler eyes the sigil painter and the obscene number of runes on the floor. He can't tell what they ARE exactly, but time studying Ray's books, along with the time spent recovering from Ms. Imperia's class have taught him that those are VERY BAD THINGS.

Therefore, according to the logic that he believes the Revenant would provide, he aims his shiny tazer grappler towards the Picasso wannabe and fires.

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"Gznerglflatz!" says the rune painter, or something like that. Tazers aren't really very conducive to articulate speech. They smear paint real good, though- and spill it a lot, too.

Problem: there was a lot of arcane potential already built up in those sigils. The pattern being disrupted so badly means that the air suddenly swells with a feeling of something about to explode. Standing guy doesn't really want to be at the center of that explosion, but he has at least enough innate talent to redirect it before it can go critical. You'd think a gesture for moving that much PKE around would look more dramatic and less like a badly thrown fastball... well, if you weren't Tyler, that is, since he's the target of the guy's gesture.

[basic_powers]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

That's all Tyler has to say at the moment.

That and..

"AAAHH" -FWHUMPF!!!- "MMMMHHMHMMM!!!!!"

Oh goody, the airbags got set off.

[ultradreamer.livejournal.com]

This is about the time Mirai shows up, to see the bouncy ball o' Tyler right after the explosion. Yes, this is where that sense came from.

He's not quite sure how to get Tyler out, but frankly, the best thing to do right now is just try to punch someone in the jaw and make them stop what they're doing.

This, then, is his plan.

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The ideal candidate for that would be the robed fellow who appears to be playing super high bouncy-ball with Tyler. Once you get hold of a nice chunk of PKE that has to be channeled right now, it's actually kind of fun to sling around- and hey, the kid goes boing real good! Nobody ever said that somebody from the Illinois Nazi Party was going to be particularly wise in his choice of entertainments.

[basic_powers]

"MHHHMMM!! MIM FURGH OUGHGAH HRRRM!"

Moon Shadow would like to stop riding in the Red Devil Paint Mixer now.

[ultradreamer.livejournal.com]

Mirai's fist goes for the robed guy's jaw.

Because that's just not right, or fair. And let's be realistic: he's probably got a face just RIPE for punching.

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Oh hell yes. He's earned it and then some, by the look of him. It doesn't quite knock him out, but he staggers and trips over his still-twitching, unconscious comrade on the floor- and his concentration is broken enough for Beach Volleyball Tyler to finally come to a stop.

[basic_powers]

The lack of motion is all the sensors in Tyler's belt need to start deflating the airbags around his body. Coughing a bit on the foul gas from inside Tyler looks around for the guy that was playing ball with him and raises up his grappler.

He definitely deserves to be shot in the ass with the taser.

[ultradreamer.livejournal.com]

Mirai reaches down to the guy, and picks him up, holding him up as if to slug him.

The fact his butt is perfectly in Tyler's field of aim is totally coincidental.

[basic_powers]

Oh, Tyler is going to enjoy this. He's not mean by nature but sometimes bad people only learn by hurting themselves. And thus he fires, aiming true.

-Thunt!- -ZRRT!!!-

He figures with those hemorroids..that's gonna HURT.

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It is a very, very bad day to be one of the members of the Illinois Nazi party who thought that they would've been in the Occult Bureau if they'd lived in the 1940s.

This is, in fact, the last coherent thought to go through the fellow's mind in the instant that Tyler's taser probes latch on. After that, it's mostly stuff along the lines of "GRRZHQAHRARARHADBBBL."

It's gonna be a WHILE before that man ever sits down again.

[ultradreamer.livejournal.com]

Mirai gets a little shoc in his hands, and drops the guy. IT's entirely possible he may land on his abused rear.

"Well," Mirai says to Tyler. "Looks like you handled them pretty well!"

[basic_powers]

"Yeh, I've never taken down a bad guy on my own before." Tyler smiles a little dusting off and taking off the deflating bags from his belt. "We'd better tie them up so they won't report back to Peck, and so the authorities can pick them up."

He taps his headset. "Ray? Come in Ray, this is Moon Shadow and Mirai reporting, the cultists put some kind of sigil on the locker room floor. Oh. And Mirai and I already took some of them out."

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"I hear you, Moon Shadow," says Ray's voice over the headset. "Is that what the PKE source was? Can you make out any recognizable runes or names?"

Unless Tyler actually knows the individual letters of the Elder Futhark, he's not going to have a lot of luck with what's left of the painted sigil. On the other hand, either he or Mirai is likely to find a sheaf of papers that the first cultist was working from- a sequential series of 'here is what you paint and how' pictorial instructions, apparently starring the Ikea Man and his bumpy-headed comrade. The last few images involve the two Ikea People stepping away from their handiwork, something that looks like lightning arising from it, and several lines of similar power all centering on a single location- all done in cheerful line drawings, of course.

[ultradreamer.livejournal.com]

Mirai doesn't know them either.

"They left notes! Should we bring them somewhere?"

He's busy using some duct tape he found to bind their wrists behind their backs.

[basic_powers]

Tyler runs over to the notes and picks them up. "Yeh, we should probably bring them to Ray."

Then he reads over them.

"Ray? How stupid does someone have to be to print paint by number instructions for rune circles?"

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"... probably stupid enough to think that it's a good idea to steal the Ark of the Covenant and use Nazis to guard it," says Ray's voice. "Peck was never really what you'd call the strongest operant in the metaconcert. Okay, see if you can wreck anything else they might have left and come and meet us at IBM. Ecto's found what she thinks is the Ark, and if it's not, it's Peck's command center."

[basic_powers]

"Will do, sir. We'll bleach out what they've got down so far.
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No way..."

Tyler stops by one of the lockers looking up at the name and the suit inside of it.

"I do not believe this."