(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

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.]

Comments

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[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.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[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."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

"Nyet! No! No!" shouts Matochkin, the powder flying every which way as he charges forward in a useless attempt to stop the brazier from toppling over and spilling its contents across the ice. "You pizd'uk-"

In the skies above, as the sun slants slowly under the horizon, the aurora flares to a terrible brightness.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

"Same to you Mr. Matchstick."

Moon Shadow has no idea what that word Matochkin just called him means, but that really doesn't matter because the kid has gone invisible again. That guy has got to be pissed off now, and pissed off guys throw power around, a lesson learned from the Nazis.

He also learned that it's okay to fight dirty with the bad guys, so he's moving around to get the drop on him again. He'll hear three clicks coming from nowhere.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

Somewhere away over the horizon people are screaming as the fabric of reality bulges and twists in ways it was never meant to do, and the air fills with the smell of ozone as plasma and proton fire and things arcane begin striking back. But that's too far to see, and much too far to hear. Here, now, Matochkin's hands are flaring green again- and he's turning to throw that fire, not at the space where a child might be, but at the ice itself.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

For a what seems like a long moment, Moon Shadow wonders why the heck the guy is shooting at the ice over there. It rapidly passes to be replaced with an urge to introduce the man to a world of hurt.

In the world, there are few things more inately terrifying than feeling someone's weapon, nudge up directly underneath a man's junk and deliver several jolts of electricity through heavy winter gear.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

He had meant to sink the boy and misjudged his location entirely, a fact he has just enough time to appreciate before his already overwrought nervous system is overloaded and he spasms like a freshly-caught fish.

For all that the skies give the appearance of bleeding light right now, he's not going to be casting any more spells today.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

Just for good measure, he'll be getting a nice little sleepy capsule in front of his nose, before he runs to check on the president.

"Sir, he's down for the count now, but he got Miss Squirrel."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

The Russian president does his best to sit up, but fails. With a sigh he says, "I hope you have backup coming. We may yet escape, but..."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

Moon Shadow digs around in his toolbelt for a pen knife, while 'recalling' the daffy putty back into it's egg.

"Me too sir, hold out your arms and legs so I can cut off the duct tape, I'm going to need help making sure nothing eats the goons. I'm pretty sure that'd count as a blood sacrifice."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

The president nods and does exactly that. "Whatever I can manage, I'll do," he says. "This day isn't over yet."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

The costumed kid digs around in his belt again after putting away the knife. "I just hope they see the flare signal."

He sets up a small rocket and throws several small balls inside before fiddling with the keypad. 5 shots come out of the tube leaving smoke into the air before moving around and leaving a firey sign in the sky.

HPLEH

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

An answering flash is pretty much incomprehensible, as the rest of the people up here only have ordinary flares. But it's not long before two women and a man in the red and blue of the Finns arrive on snowmobiles and start asking questions. Not too many- more like 'are you hurt' and 'what happened'.

One of the women talks with the President for a bit, then indicates the helicopter. She'll be flying him- and the incapacitated goons, and Matochkin- back to base. As for Tyler, he'll be riding with the other two, and he'll probably be glad of it.