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Mid-January, 2008
RCMP/Ministry of Extraordinary Threats Emergency Hangar
Alert, Nunavut, CA

Even in times of the highest tension and most danger, people find ways to keep themselves busy, and neither the Ghostbusters nor the men and women of the world's northern watch bureaus were any great exception. "Ray? Ray! Ray, check it out." Venkman shook his friend's shoulder. "Egon's in a fight with one of the Inquanok guys."

Ray opened an eye and glanced sideways. Several of the Danish contingent and a couple of the Pohjola Project's Sami members were gathered in a semicircle centered on Egon and a broad-faced, dark-eyed man in Danish uniform. "Wow. Spengs is looking kinda..."

"Green," Winston finished for both of them. "That's freaky. What are they fighting about?"

"The worst thing they've ever eaten," said Venkman. "Eske's winning."

Ray and Winston exchanged glances. They both knew Egon's eating habits. "How?" Ray finally asked.

"That's not food," Egon suddenly said, loud enough to be heard over the snickering Greenlanders. "That's biological waste. You can't consider anything with that level of ammonia in it to qualify as edible."

"This from the man who admits to eating casu marzu," said his opponent with the serene smile of a man who knows he's won. "Hákarl is nothing-"

Winston shook his head. Ray gave up on the possibility of a nap and stood up. "Has anyone seen where Captain Korpan went?" he asked, and one of the Finns pointed. "Thank you."

He found the Canadian in the tiny office attached to the hangar, one hand pressing his headset against his ear and the other taking frantic notes. As Ray walked in Korpan lifted his eyes, winced, and held up a piece of paper that read:

Magnetic fields flaring
Deep ones report Russian helicopter near 82.7° N 114.4° W
Radio comms dorppinng like brick

A moment later Korpan scribbled one last line:

Dammit, I can spell. Marines on the way. Tell the others. We're going in.

Ray shuddered, nodded, and went in search of a better door.

[OOC: Assume everyone will be arriving from Milliways within five minutes of each other. Also, don't click on the food links above if you have a weak stomach.]

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gone_byebye

"Da. Under the seat. Be careful, you might set off the eject."

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basic_powers

"I'll keep that in mind." With that Moon Shadow disappears again high-tailing it for the copter to find that extinguisher. A size-small butt plunks itself onto the seat to peer under it for the extinguisher.

"He said it's somewhere under here..."

-yank!-

-click-

....wrong lever are the last words to cross his mind before the sudden trip upwards.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH."

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gone_byebye

Some things are very, very hard to miss even if you're in a potentially life-or-death fistfight. Military ejector seats going off are among them.

Matochkin's head whips around for just long enough to see the unplanned exit from the helicopter.

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Which also happens to be long enough for The Flying Squirrel to land a solid punch on Matochkin's jaw.

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gone_byebye

It's not enough to knock him out completely, but it is enough to send him down and leave him too dizzy to push himself back up. "Yankee pizda," he mutters, struggling to brace his hands.

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"That's Canadian pizda to you," says The Flying Squirrel, lifting Matochkin by the collar just far enough to give him another punch that really should knock him out. Then she drops him and sprints toward the helicopter, looking upward for any sign of the boy hero.

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basic_powers

There's a definite sign. A loudly yelling, sign that looks like a giant tetherball that's coming down just a little before the chair it was in. Built-in belt-airbags that activate at too-high speeds. Gotta love em.

The kid comes down with a couple of good boings before the big ball finally comes to complete stop.

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The Flying Squirrel skids to a stop right next to the Tyler-ball. "Moon Shadow? You okay, kid? What in blazes was that??"

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basic_powers

"I was looking for the fire extinguisher and pulled out the wrong lever." He says kicking down the airbags of the belt. "We need to extinguish that green fire, it's part of the ritual."

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"Got it." Not bothering to wait for Moon Shadow to be mobile again, she picks the boy up under one arm and trots back toward the helicopter. It might slow her down a bit, but at this point there's no one conscious to stop them, right?

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basic_powers

"Heeyyy..." Someone's getting just a tad offended at beeing babied here.

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"You rather sit there popping ballons until Sleeping Ugly wakes up?" She sets him down next to the helicopter and leans in to pick up the fire extinguisher. It's easy to find now that the seat's gone.

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basic_powers

"You're not the one who can turn invisible."

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trustydriver.livejournal.com

"An' that's really the sort of thing I woulda liked to know before the mission started."

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gone_byebye

Please, by all means, continue the banter. Because off to the side, Matochkin is shaking his head and slowly bringing himself upright.

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basic_powers

"Squirrel, if I had known part of my gear could turn me invisible, believe me, I would have told Ray."

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"What kinda mystery man doesn't know his own equipment?"

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basic_powers

"The kind that isn't that familiar with magic, which is what I think it is."

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trustydriver.livejournal.com

"Well, then, learn. If you wanna be a full-fledged crimefighter you gotta--"

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gone_byebye

"ExCUSE me," shouts Matochkin, swaying on his feet a little, "but perhaps you have bigger things to worry about?"

Like the handgun he's got trained on Kit, and the faint greenish glow gathering around his other hand.

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"You just don't know when to quit, do ya?" says the Squirrel, reaching for her utility belt with her free hand...

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gone_byebye

"I have everything in the world to gain. I will not lose to the likes of you," snarls Matochkin, and the gun barks twice....

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The bullets never reach her. As she starts to dive sideways, she's suddenly wrapped in tendrils of blue-white light which expand to cover her entire body, concealing her form completely.

Then the light abruptly fades, and she's nowhere to be seen.

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gone_byebye

Matochkin blinks, and swears a few times. That was unexpected.

On the other hand, anyone who can't feel the weird chromey taste in the air or the greasy feeling of too much concentrated power along the skin of their teeth that comes about as a result of a magical discharge in an already highly power-saturated geographical region probably has the magical capacity of Ray Stantz. Whatever just happened has everything in the area quivering at magical critical mass.

Now to find that invisible child and make this happen. Matochkin reaches into his coat pocket and withdraws a vial of fine grey powder, and starts muttering an unwholesome chant under his breath as he unscrews the top.

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basic_powers

Moon Shadow and his grappler might have something to object to with that. There's a rapid fire three clicks of him switching modes, coming out of thin air, before the claw shoots out of a space, previously invisible, but rapidly filling with angry-ten-year-old, and it's target is the brazier itself.

"I apologize for the sheer amount of brain hurt you're about to feel, but I'm pretty sure you've done a heckuva a lot to deserve it."

As soon as the line looses it's slack and goes tight, the kid yanks it back, and hard.

"Butthead."