Raymond Stantz

"Most certainly," says Matilda, bright-voiced and putting a hand to her shoulder-bag.

She might get to blow things up! In the name of Ray Stantz!

Happyface.

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"I will do what I can."

He has not noticed the Mebius Brace appearing in a sizzle of gold on his left arm - but it is there, because he's worried.

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We got your back, Ray.

*Andrew is not sanguine about this at all. Peck really, really doesn't sound like a guy who's going to be reasonable.*

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Ray nods. "Thanks," he says, and steps forward- not coincidentally, standing between Ecto's feet.

"Oh, and if I were your friends, I wouldn't try anything funny. Especially not the psychokinetic. You wouldn't want me to let go of any dead-man's switches right now..."

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Garion doesn't particularly like this situation but, unlike the last time he was in it, makes sure not to set anyone on fire. He just waits for, as he'd told Ray, a cue.

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Well, dang, thinks Ray, but doesn't say it. Instead he clears his throat. "What do you want, Peck?" he calls instead.

"I want your assistance up here. Right here on this truck."

"... you know," says Ray, "I think I must've taken a severe blow to the skull during the fight, because I could have sworn I just heard you say-"

"Can the clever talk and get your ass over here, Stantz!" snarls Peck angrily, standing up fully for the first time since all the fighting began. He does not look like a well man; his cropped-short red hair is patched here and there with grey and silver stipples, his skin is blotchy from bad eating and stress, and he's dropped far too much weight to be really healthy. In someone else it might elicit sympathy. Here it just adds to the ominous glower of his expression. "You heard every word I said, and you heard them perfectly well. You. Are going. To come over here. Right. Now."

"You should've stuck with the head injury if you expected me to do that," Ray says. "All things considered-"

An unwholesome smile spreads itself across Peck's battered face. "On the contrary," he says. "You're going to do it freely and of your own will."

Ray glances around, first to his left, then to his right, then up overhead. Then he pinches himself. "I don't have any means of testing to see whether I've walked into an alternate universe by mistake," he begins, "so I'm going to have to assume you have access to at least some form of Earth logic that you haven't shared with us yet."

"As a matter of fact I do," says Peck. "Think for a moment, Dr. Stantz. Did you really think that if I was going to come after you and your wretched operation in New York City I would do it half-assed? Not too likely. Not after what happened last time. Oh, I remember what happened to Foliage Census, all right, and it's not going to happen again- no matter who you brought with you."

He steps forward and lays a hand on one of the more elaborate piles of electronics.

"I worked for Foliage Census for years, Dr. Stantz. You were far from the only technologist to catch our attention. We tracked all the technological movement in North America- including when something too dangerous to be left out in public went to the Warehouse."

Ray's face begins to go o___O as dawn begins to break over Marblehead.

"The Ark was hardly the only thing removed from the Warehouse's custody that night. This-" He pats the device again, and smiles. "-was my other goal when I went in there. You put an awful lot of store in technology, don't you?"

"Uh...."

"I'm not even going to consider opening the Ark," says Peck, eyebrows lifting. "Your mother's ancestors were outstanding members of the Vytvytsa synagogue, according to the immigration papers they left at Ellis Island, so if anyone here has the ability to come near that thing without being blasted it's you. If you do get blasted, well, that's one problem removed for me, isn't it? Dr. Stantz, your choice is simple. Either you come up here and open the Ark yourself..."

Ecto is standing very, very, very still. "Oh, no," she barely breathes. "Daddy, no-"

"That's right, robot, it's an electromagnetic pulse generator," snarls Peck. "Stantz, open the Ark or your daughter gets it."

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Mirai's eyes go very flat and very hard and his expression stops being one of the goofy guy in over his head and turns into the expression of someone who really, really wants to redesign Walter Peck as a man with multiple apertures for excretion.

"He is not lying. I can sense the power from here. We may have no choice but to give him what he wants briefly."

There is an eerie flicker in his eyes, perhaps, as he speaks his next words very softly.

"And then take it away from him when he lets down his guard."

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*Andrew's mouth opens, and nothing comes out. No curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of Men...*

*And then it closes with a snap.*

Oh, you're dead, Peck.

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"I'll second that," agrees Tilda from a few feet away.

She's wishing desperately for the ability to see through solid objects and magnify her vision at will.

Because if she had it, she could disable that EMP generator safely and then drop Walter Peck from a great height.

There is glaring going on. At an empty patch of ground, because she's not sure she trusts herself to glare directly at Peck without involuntarily throwing him backwards a few hundred feet or so.

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Threatening a child (and size doesn't make Ecto any less Ray's child in Garion's eyes)...

There are very few things that will get up his spine more than that. And the fact that the man is doing this to someone that Garion calls friend, calls brother, has made a part of his family.

Well, that has him wanting to do something unpleasant with the shadows. Or involving root vegetables. Or a number of other imaginative things that even he was mildly surprised to find in there involving slow, painful deaths.

Some of them with oil even.

But when it came right down to it, venting his rage wasn't the important thing. It wasn't what was necessary. It wasn't what was needed.

If it comes down to it, Ray, I'll make sure Ecto is protected. I'd try to disable that thing if I had even the first clue about it, but I won't risk it.

And when this was all over, Peck would find out how terrifyingly practical the Rivan King could be about making someone pay their penance for what they'd done.

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Tyler stares, and stares. And gets a face put on that would make Zodon's cursing be put to shame.

This man goes beyond villian, right into the territory of evil bastard with a side order of slime and a large order of DIE YOU GODLESS SON OF A CAMEL DIE. Right now he's actively wishing that he had the powers that the Landlord gave him for Halloween.

"I'll third that. With lighting and painful things." Tyler mutters gripping tightly onto his grappling arm.

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Oh.

Oh hell.

Bitch, you did not just say that.

"I'm waiting, Dr. Stantz."

... apparently he did.

Ray closes his eyes and rubs at his face with both hands. "Just a moment," he says. "Ecto?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I'm going to need my gloves now, if you can reach them. The extra-heavy-duty, big thick rubber ones in the glove compartment. Please. Assuming that's all right with you, Peck?"

"Oh, don't let me stand in your way."

"Duruna," Ray mutters. "Ecto, my gloves, please."
The black rubber gloves hit the pavement nearby. Wordlessly, Ray picks them up and pulls them on, watching Peck the whole time. When he's finished he flexes his fingers and steps forward grimly. "Let me at it," he says. "Most of you guys know how this goes. The rest of you, just... keep your eyes shut. Ecto, deactivate your optics."

Peck is too busy sniggering to comment on that, although he does make a point of leaning over to offer Ray a hand up onto the flatbed. Ray initially spurns it, as a man who has at least some pride, but the part where he can't pull himself up onto the flatbed without flailing leaves him no choice. "Right this way, Dr. Stantz."

"Stick it in your ear, Peck," says Ray and stomps up to the Ark. Briefly, he wonders if he can do th is with crossed fingers, but that's... yeah, no, not going to happen. So. "To the attention of the entity known variously as God, Yahweh, Jehovah, YHVH, Adonai, the Tetragrammaton, and the Big Beard in the Sky," he says aloud, "on my honor as a scientist, I mean no disrespect or harm by this. Please don't melt me. Amen."

With a wince and a grimace, he gets his fingers under the seam between lid and box and pries the lid open. Nothing happens.

He's seen the movie, so he waits, eyes squinched tightly shut.

Still nothing happens.

Very, very, very cautiously, he opens one eye and peers at the Ark.

Nothing, as they say, continues to happen.

This... was not in the script.

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He's got his eyes scrunched up tight, he remembers what happened in that movie. Which is why he's stick his head out from behind Ecto's leg to 'look' with his eyes closed in the direction of Ray's voice.

"...Is it broken?"

He's still waiting for the shoe of godly wrath and doom to drop on all of them.

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Peck is staring, his brows knitting together in a frown. "Something should've happened by now," he mutters.

"As much as I hate to say it, just this once I think I agree with you," Ray says. Carefully, carefully, he cracks one eye open and leans forward. "Huh."

"What? What 'huh'?" Peck demands.

"There's something in here," Ray reports, opening both eyes. "And it's not glowing or anything. It's... huh." He sticks his left hand in and starts to rummage around. "Half-buried, but- there we go."

It's not a stone fragment. It's not part of a mummy. It's not gold, or jeweled, or the Urim and Thummim. In fact, it looks like paper. "Guys?" Ray says as he unfolds it. "You can open your eyes, I think..."

Peck starts to make his way over, but Ray throws him such an absolutely filthy glance that the ex-bureaucrat stops in his tracks.

"Thank you," Ray says before peering at the paper.

And beginning, very slowly, to laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

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Okay, that? That's a good sign.

*Silently, he adds "I hope."*

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You haven't gone insane, have you? Because I can fix that, but I'd rather not have to.

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Ray doesn't answer Garion, exactly. He straightens up, looks at Peck with a barely-restrained snicker, and begins reading aloud:

"Betreff: Wen's was angeht!

Hallöchen. Übrigens, ihr habt verloren. Wir wissen nicht wie viel Anstrengung es euch gekostet hat das hier zu finden, es sei nur gesagt: es ist eine Fälschung. Ernsthaft, dies ist nicht die echte Bundeslade. Die echte Bundeslade haben wir so versteckt, das ihr sie niemals finden werdet. Schade aber auch.

Wir würden euch ja mehr Erfolg in der Zukunft wünschen, wären wir nicht so mit lachen beschäftigt. Das hier haben wir übrigens selber gebastelt. Oh, und das was da drin ist stammt aus J. Edgar Hoover's Katzenklo.

Mit freundlichem Gruß

Präsident Roosevelts Eliteeinheit

(Die übrigens nen ganzes Stück intelligenter ist als die vom Führer)."

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...Oh.

Oh.

About eight words in, Tilda lets out a giggle and starts giving a running translation for those in the audience who don't speak German.

"To Whom It May Concern:

Hi there. You just lost the game. We don't know how much effort you put into finding this thing, but you've found a fake. This is not the Ark of the Covenant. The real Ark is somewhere that you'll never find it. Too bad, huh? We'd wish you better luck next time, but we're all laughing at you."

(Tilda, too, is laughing pretty hard by this point, although not with sufficient hysteria to render her interpretation unintelligible.)

"We built this one ourselves. Oh, and the stuff inside? We got it out of J. Edgar Hoover's cat's litterbox.

Signed,

President Roosevelt's top men

(who are way smarter than the Fuhrer's top men)"

The last bit is what does it. She's overcome by a spate of the giggles so furious she has to sit down lest she get dizzy and fall over.

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Peck is staring at Ray with the sort of horrified expression normally reserved for "Congratulations, ma'am, you've given birth to a bouncing baby Chthonian". Not that Ray notices; he's back in the box up to his shoulders, prying the interior panels off. "Yep," he says, lifting his head. "Hey, Peck, come here and have a look at this. This thing's all rebar."

"What?"

"Well, technically not rebar. More like interior framework with gold plated wood paneling. Built, I might note, out of cold riveted dowels with what looks very much like cores of pure selenium- Andrew!" He lifts his head and shouts. "Andrew! Who do we know who builds things out of cold riveted girders with pure selenium cores?"

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*Andrew, who has just managed to stop laughing, starts afresh.*

... Oh you have GOT to be putting me on.

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"No, sir," says Ray, "I am not. GARION! DO SOMETHING NOW!"

Because they might be laughing their asses off, but Peck? Still has that switch.

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All it takes is one word.

"Rock."

Not that it was an especially elegant word, but elegance is overrated.

...and while that stalagmite now standing next to Peck might in fact have a lovely pattern of limestone, it is not an EMP generator anymore. Nor can it function as such.

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Peck?

O____O

Because really, what the hell else is he supposed to do?

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