As Venkman draws breath to say something else, a ribbon of violet threads its way in amongst the red and orangey-white streamers of aurora overhead. One of the Finns- they're dressed in red and blue- looks up sharply, and her breath hisses between her teeth. "It's coming," she says.
Venkman sobers immediately. "Ray. You and Spengs got your toys all ready? Somebody's gotta figure out how to close these holes up."
"I'm more than prepared for this, Peter," says Egon dryly, and Ray nods in assent.
"Okay, good. We'll cover you, but that's your job in the brain trust. If you can't get everything in gear to patch this mess up, nobody's getting a visit from Santa Claus this year."
"Actually, Peter, I-"
The purple streak in the sky widens, and twists, and bulges; and then the aurorae begin peeling away to reveal the kind of vista that sucks at the eye and pulls it away from all other seeing. In that terrible lightless vista of unnamable color and unmatchable dimensions, specks shimmer and dazzle into brightness. And the air fills with a thin high whining buzz as the first wave of Mi-Go come soaring out of the territory of nightmare.
Re: Action Time: Team Boom
Venkman sobers immediately. "Ray. You and Spengs got your toys all ready? Somebody's gotta figure out how to close these holes up."
"I'm more than prepared for this, Peter," says Egon dryly, and Ray nods in assent.
"Okay, good. We'll cover you, but that's your job in the brain trust. If you can't get everything in gear to patch this mess up, nobody's getting a visit from Santa Claus this year."
"Actually, Peter, I-"
The purple streak in the sky widens, and twists, and bulges; and then the aurorae begin peeling away to reveal the kind of vista that sucks at the eye and pulls it away from all other seeing. In that terrible lightless vista of unnamable color and unmatchable dimensions, specks shimmer and dazzle into brightness. And the air fills with a thin high whining buzz as the first wave of Mi-Go come soaring out of the territory of nightmare.