Agents Ryder, Tasha and Hans were on duty this Christmas Eve as well as Miz Stormcrow. A call came in that Santa was robbing a toystore and the four responded to the call. Turns out it was some robotic Santa and eight robotic reindeer who were causing the Christmas Chaos. The agents battled the bots (Stormcrow did the most damage with her fireballs) until Santa was left and soon he was taken out as well with minor injuries. The culprit was a kitten boy genius who was controlling the bots. He was angry at not getting some toys and such and was taken to Enforcer HQ. The agents went back to the MBI afterwards, hoping the kit’s parents give him a spanking for Christmas.
<HansLynx> ::and a happy new yeaaaaaaaah!::
<HansLynx> ::mun assume it is Christmas Eve? like afternoon or something?::
<TashaForge> ::yayyyyy! hrm…so…issa in the breakroom. just brought in some pies and all for them to eat on. in uniform with a red santa hat on XD::
<TashaForge> ::sure! sounds good to this mun!::
<HansLynx> ::volunteered to work today. has no place to be::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::is at her family’s get together at mom’s, so she not around::
<StormcrowMerle> ::also working today, as has nowhere else to be and the motel is unpleasantly crowded over the holidays::
<FletchRyder> ::working only morning until the afternoon, as he has some plans for tonight::
<TashaForge> ::humming some lil Christmas tune as she puts away the pie! volunteered to work as has nothing to go to till the next day::
<HansLynx> ::idly walking the halls with hands in his pockets. goes into the breakroom outta bordem even tho he’s not on break XD::
<TashaForge> ::looks up at he enters:: Hey there, Hans! Merry Christmas!
<StormcrowMerle> ::just sitting at the front desk quietly for the moment, waiting for a time to go to the breakroom and obtain victuals::
<HansLynx> ::grins seeing her:: Well a Merry Christmas to you too. I’m surprised to see you here, forced for duty? ::notes the pies as he walks over to her::
<HansLynx> ::as she’s putting them away::
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: no. My family doesn’t have anything planned till tomorrow so I volunteered. Want some pie before its all put away? ::holds up one in offering::
<HansLynx> Sure thing. I’ll get a plate and knife. ::searches for them::
<FletchRyder> ::on the phone at his desk, working out some details it would seem as he taps a pen idly on a folder infront of him:: Uh huh, and it’ll be ready for pick up around six? Great, thank you very much. Uh huh, same to you, Merry Christmas. ::hangs up and can’t help a quick smile::
<TashaForge> What kind do you like? I got apple, cherry and peach.
<HansLynx> ((<Fletch>::ordered some fruitcake to give out to everyone for EVIL::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> Apple sounds best, though are these for a special occasion? ::brings over a few plates and forks and a knife to cut the pie::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! Shoot, my master plan revealed!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!:: or some rum cake like that I got a hold of last year. Wheeew! Was so stout you could get tipsy off one piece!))
<TashaForge> Oh no. Some I made for those that were unfortunate enough to have to stay here during Christmas. ::Sets out an apple for him::
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL, mmm rum cake))
<HansLynx> ((::dies::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::since thinks no one is likely to come in for now, gets up and heads for the breakroom::
<HansLynx> Ah well thank you. I’ll be here tomorrow as well. I don’t feel unfortunate though. ::takes the knife and cuts up the apple into eight pieces::
<TashaForge> oh? you get forced to work? :smirks::
<HansLynx> No I volunteered both today and tomorrow.
<HansLynx> ::puts a slice on a plate and a fork. offers to her like “you having some?”::
<StormcrowMerle> ::peeks in:: Hello everyone.
<HansLynx> ::smiles:: Hello, Miss Merle. ::not surprised to see her here. well of course prolly saw her when he signed in but XD::
<TashaForge> ::smiles at Stormcrow. :: Hey there! Come have some pie with us. ::gets herself a plate and silverware to get some::
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<StormcrowMerle> Ooh, thanks! ::goes to get some:: What kind of pie is it?
<TashaForge> I got apple here, and there’s cherry and peach in the fridge. Fresh made.
<HansLynx> ::puts another slice of apple with a fork on another plate:: We’ve dived into the apple already.
<StormcrowMerle> Apple sounds great. ::goes about getting herself a slice:: What’s the occasion?
<HansLynx> ::hands her that plate then::
<TashaForge> Oh nothing. Just the holidays and all us here instead of at home. ::gets herself some apple on her plate unless Hans fixed her one XD::
<StormcrowMerle> ::accepts it:: Thanks. ::takes a seat::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::head suddenly bursts from the ventilation duct in the ceiling:: Fresh pie!? That’s almost as good as week-old fruitcake!
<StormcrowMerle> Ah. Well, I guess that’s as good a reason as any. ::looks a little down thinking about that, but eats pie::
<HansLynx> ::startled, looks up at Hertz:: What the heck are you doing up there, Hertz?!
<StormcrowMerle> ::chokes on her bite of pie as Hertz appears:: Arghk! ::coughs:: Don’t *do* that!
<TashaForge> ::jumps and nearly drops her pie!:: Ack! ::glares up at Hertz:: Hertz! Get out of there!
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Hmmm?? Oh, you mean why have I been stuck in this ventilation duct for nearly three hours? Well, it’s a funny story… but, maybe I could tell you after you get me some of that yummy looking peach pie! Hmm? ::looks very dusty, and coughs a bit as he talks::
<TashaForge> Umm..maybe AFTER you have cleaned up some. You are a mess.
<StormcrowMerle> I second that. ::puts an arm protectively over her pie!::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Oh, why thank you! That means the ducts must be that much cleaner. ::sneezes multiple times:: Though, the dust and pollen and whatever that green glowing stuff is sure is kicking up my allergies. ::scrunching nose::
<HansLynx> And get out of the vent?
<HansLynx> ::or did he get out of the vent? XD if so nix mah line::
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<StormcrowMerle> . . . Green glowing stuff?
<StormcrowMerle> ::holds her pie even closer::
<StormcrowMerle> ((Hey Sagey!))
* StormcrowMerle sets mode: +o Sagey
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Well see, that was my initial thought, getting out of the vent. Only.. um, I brought along some donuts with me, and ate them during my venture through the ducts and now I’m a little stuck.
<Sagey> ((Wow… it worked! Heys all! Just checking in and stuff. XD))
<FletchRyder> ((Y’ello, Sagems!))
<TashaForge> ((Sagey! ::hugtackles!::))
<HansLynx> ((w00t Sagey! did you get the logs? ::just sent a couple hours ago:: ))
<Sagey> ((Eeps! ::is de’ tackled:: And, yes. I got ‘em! Thankies, Annerz! ))
<TashaForge> ((we miss yous!))
<HansLynx> But WHY were you even IN the vent? ::makes sure the pie is out of the way. goes over under where Hertz is. pulls a chair over and stands on it just below him::
<HansLynx> ((no prob!))
<Sagey> ((Maw! I miss you guys, too! This reminds me I have to update my character journals. M’oops. ))
<TashaForge> ::steps back so nothing or Hertz won’t fall on her:: Ugh..I didn’t even know a kat could fit in those.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Well, Agent Ryder thought the office was getting sorta’ dusty and thought we might need to clean out the ducts, so he asked me to! I, of course, tried to show him my doctor’s note that forbid me to be in confined spaces with any form of allergins, but I lost it. So, I had to clean it or risk him glaring at me. ::shivers, then eyeballs Hans:: Say, what are you plannin’, Charger?
<HansLynx> ::blinks:: Charger? ::are his hands/arms free from the vent?::
<HansLynx> ((yes update LJs!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::eats quietly and tries not to get involved::
<TashaForge> ::watching. wondering if she needs to go find some lotion or cooking oil or something::
<HansLynx> ((Ann got Jase something nice… mun not sure what Jase would want XD it’d be a bit expensive but not overly so. something to do with music.))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::nope, just his neck and head:: I don’t suppose you guys could, uh, notify the proper authorities or coast guard or something. I’ve got a powerful itch on my back that I can’t reach, and I don’t think I’ll make it much longer like this!
<Sagey> ((:salutes:: Ma’am, yes Ma’am! Ooooo… hrm… ::will have to think of something “music-y.” XD))
<TashaForge> Need a screwdriver to take out the vent, Hans?
<Sagey> ((<Hans> Can I use it to take out Hertz first? -_-* ))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ::sighs:: Just hang on, let me see how far I can get you first. ::takes ahold of Hertz’ shoulders with both hands, tries to pull him forward/down at an angle, if that makes sense:: bend your head down a bit…
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<HansLynx> ((<Jenna>::stalks Jase at his show @___@ WHERE IS MY ANTI-MATTER ENGINE?!?!?!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((<Hertz> Take me out? But.. I hardly know you! <Hans> ::siiigh:: Make that screwdriver a wrench!))
<TashaForge> ((::Dead!::))
<Sagey> ((::SOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!:: <Jason> ::stops singing midway, confusing the crowd: Uh… DomoarigatothankyouforhavingusBYE! ::zoom!:: <Rest of band> …… ))
<Sagey> ((<Hans> Better yet… do you have a hammer on you?))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Oooh! Ow! Paaain! Hurty, hurty! ::with Hans barely touching his shoulders. wriggles around gnashing his teeth::
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::covers the side of her eyes quietly and keeps eating::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<HansLynx> Hold still you big kitten. ::mrrrs and tries to wiggle him out some XD::
<FletchRyder> ((<LS> Hear no idiot. See no idiot. Clobber no idiot. Huuummm.))
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!::))
<Sagey> ((So what happens if you poke Hertz? Does he go into convulsions or something?))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<Sagey> ((:DEAD!::))
<HansLynx> ((he get hives?))
<TashaForge> ::shakes her head. steps back more to let him just fall. will do the boy some good XD::
<FletchRyder> ((Both, and he’ll claim internal bleeding of course.))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Sagey> ((<Fletchmun> He explodes. Now hush. ))
<Sagey> ((::DEAD!::)
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<HansLynx> ((::busts up!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!:: <Hertz>::explodes in a poof of yellow cheese as does the bag of cheeseit chips on the TV commercial::))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::edged out just a bit, but starts to convulse:: OOooheehehehaahahahoooo!! That tickles!!
<Sagey> ((DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIES TASHA, remembering that commercial!!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dead*))
<HansLynx> Hold still! ::tries to tug him out more XD::
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<TashaForge> You need some oil or something to get him out easier?
<Sagey> ((<Hans> Just tie a rocket to his neck. It’ll get ‘im out faster. ><))
<TashaForge> ((::Dies!::))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<HansLynx> Maybe… ::tugtug!::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Gwahaheheehooharhar-::whack! hits his head against the side of the duct, causing instant system collapse:: Uuugh.. X_x ::passes out. should make it easier to get him now::
<StormcrowMerle> <Just tuuuuune it out . . . > ::eats more pie::
<HansLynx> Hertz? Oh for the love of… ::sighs. does make it easier. pulls him out the rest of the way, nearly falling off the chair as he steps down with a Herts in his grasp::
<TashaForge> ::shaking head. was debating on getting popcorn to watch the show. smirks with him out though:: I say go dump him in some cold water. That’ll wake him.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::tongue lolled out, completely dead weight as he goes down with Hans::
<StormcrowMerle> Is he okay? ::not looking::
<FletchRyder> <Plume of Dust> ::follows the small kat out, temporary smogging the atmosphere of the breakroom::
<HansLynx> ::Hertz that is, lays him on the floor. coughs at the dust as it gets on him::
<TashaForge> ::fans at the dust, coughing. Sneezes a few times.:: Oh wonderful. Allergies ahoy!
<FletchRyder> ((<Hans> Um, I don’t know, he doesn’t look okay. <LS> Good. ::lifts up the plate where her pie once resided:: Then this won’t matter much. ::smash!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::protects her pie!::
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<Sagey> (DEAD!))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((how long you staying Sagey?))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::but just look at how clean the vents are now! on the floor still conked::
<Sagey> ((Where, here? Depends on when Mom says, “Go to bed, you two.” XD))
<HansLynx> ((lol! you up for playing Jake or Chance?))
<FletchRyder> ::passing by the breakroom, cocking an eyebrow at the sudden dust cloud forming outside its doorway in the hall:: What in paw’s name is going on in here?
<HansLynx> ::stands and dusts himself off:: Great. Just washed this too after that rotten egg juice…
<TashaForge> ::smirks:: It never does any good to wash things around here. they just get messed up again.
<StormcrowMerle> I’m not sure where to begin on that. ::to Fletch::
<Sagey> ((If it’s for a short while, sure! I can be Chances. ;) ))
<HansLynx> ::looks over at Fletch:: Hertz here got himself stuck in the blasted ventilation system… said YOU told him to get in there in the first place.
<HansLynx> ((lol sure can be as short as you want bebbe))
<HansLynx> ((if you wanna play while yer here))
<TashaForge> why did you tell him to get in the vents?
<FletchRyder> Oh, yeah. ::fanning at the dust in front of his face with a hand:: I was wondering why the office was so quiet. How long was he in there?
<Sagey> ((Are the boys at the garage?))
<HansLynx> ((yes’m! I assume they’d be there))
<Sagey> ((<Fletch> For that matter, why didn’t you just leave him in there?))
<Sagey> ((Kies!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<Sagey> <Chance> ::is watching the news witha can of milk, he is::
<TashaForge> I think he said around three hours. Didn’t he guys? :looking at the others to make sure thats right::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::pulls up in a silver new volkswagon (sp?) beetle at the yard. is Chance alone or Jakey there too?::
<FletchRyder> ::to Tasha:: It was just a suggestion to keep him busy, to clean the ducts I mean. I didn’t actually think he’d *climb* into them all the way. When he gets bored, he starts playing with the stapler, and past experience shows that’s a serious health risk.
<HansLynx> ::nods:: Yes… Three hours.
<HansLynx> Well THIS is a serious healthrisk to everyone. ::goes over to sink, grabs a clean rag and pours water on it. wipes off his face ‘n hair with it::
<Sagey> <Chance> ::Hrm… I’ll say Jake’s down in the hangar break… erm… working on the T-Kat::
<Sagey> <Chance> ::perks his ears to a car pulling up. Sighs, goes tell whoever it is that they’re closed::
<StormcrowMerle> I hear that. ::finishes her pie quickly:: I hope it didn’t get into the food.
<FletchRyder> ::whistles at that, trying his best not to crack a grin:: Well.. the situation’s been resolved. Next time I’ll have to be more careful with my suggestions.
<TashaForge> Indeed. Hertz takes everything seriously. ::goes to wash off her cup of coffee and get more since its dusty now. snickers at Hans:: You look like you rolled in dirty snow.
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::XD okiee! goes up to the front door. knocks::
<Sagey> <Chance> ::does he know her? – opens:: Sorry, we’re closed.
<FletchRyder> ::looks down at the dirty Hertz, then up at the small ventilation duct. goes over to it and peers in, impressed that it does actually look cleaner::
<HansLynx> Ha ha hah. ::tosses dirty rag at Tasha XD::
<TashaForge> ::snickers. catches it before it baps her face. grins:: come here. ::walks over and tries to dust off a big ole dust bunny from his hair:: I would go shower if I were you.
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::no, prolly just heard her mentioned once or twice:: Well now you are open. Is Jakey-boo in?
<Sagey> <Chance> ::tries to choke back a laugh:: He’s… ‘out’ for the moment. Can I help you…?
<StormcrowMerle> ::chuckles a bit at that::
<HansLynx> But my pie…
<HansLynx> ::lets her do so::
<HansLynx> <Jenna> I’m his cousin Jenna. I’ve come to collect a few parts you and little Jakey might have in this dump.
<TashaForge> I will save your pie. You are a walking allergen. Now go! ::starts shoving him out the door. doesn’t wanna get sick from being around him. lol!::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::suddenly comes to, hacking terribly, a small puff of smoke coming out of his mouth at every cough:: Oh, *gag* me! Bleck! ::didn’t realize how dirty he was until he’s seen himself in the light:: Oooh, my heeead.
<Sagey> <Chance> <”Jakey?! Jakey-boo?!” Oh, that’s just rich.> Oh… right. He mentioned ya’ a couple times. Uh… what kinda parts you lookin’ for?
<HansLynx> Awk! ::shoved out the door past Fletch:: Okay okay! ::waves hand at her to stop shoving XD goes to the showers::
<TashaForge> ::coughs a bit then notes Hertz awake:: Ahhh so the walking dustbuster has awoken.
<StormcrowMerle> You okay there, Agent Hertz?
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::hands him a list. things from stealth jets and peacekeeper tanks that were scrapped. weapons from them, and other parts.::
<Sagey> <Chance> ::arches a brow:: What, you’re out to build a rocket or something?
<HansLynx> <Jenna> These. Can you find them for me in a couple of days… ::reads nametag:: Chance?
<HansLynx> <Jenna> It’s none of your concern.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Noooo.. ::sniffling:: The only thing buster around here is my head. And look at me! I’m ashamed to be in the Young Kats for Cleanliness Association! ::whimpering:: <Fletch> ::blinks, looking down at Hertz:: Agent Hertz, may I have a word with you.
<Sagey> <Chance> Yeah, sure. I’ll see what I can do.
<Sagey> <Chance> ::reminds himself to ask Jake if anybody in his family looks crazy. XD::
<TashaForge> ::quirks and eyebrow:: Young Kats for Cleanliness Association? I never knew there was such a thing.
<StormcrowMerle> Neither did I. But, that’s not saying much.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::suddenly stops his sniffling, eyes wide:: Er, um, ::mutters to self:: First rule of Young Kats for Cleanliness Association is you do not talk of Young Kats for Cleanliness Asso-gyack! ::roughly helped to his feet by Fletch:: <Fletch> Excuse us, ladies. ::drags Hertz out into the hall:: <Hertz> I won’t talk! I won’t!
<TashaForge> ::Shakes head:: That kat is missing a few screws.
<Sagey> ((::SOOOOOODEAD HERTZ!::))
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Good, you had better. And tell Jakey-poo that he can take Aunt ::insert Jake’s momma’s name here::’s Christmas ham and choke on it, because I’m not coming again this year until I get an official written invitation like i KNOW everyone else gets. ::they do not XD she is nuts::
<StormcrowMerle> To put it mildly. Maybe he left them up in that vent.
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Sagey> <Chance> ::arches a brow:: Uh… okay? <Two steps and close the door, Chance… Two steps….>
<TashaForge> I’m not sure he ever had them. ::snickering as she takes a seat again::
<HansLynx> ::showering up he is! doo doo doo! hopes no “glowing green stuff” is in his hair like Hertz mentioned lol::
<FletchRyder> ::out in the hall, talks in a hushed tone with Hertz for a few minutes:: <Hertz> .. You are?! ::surprised tone:: <Fletch> ::small grumble:: Yes. Now, go get yourself looking presentable, Agent.
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::smiles at him:: Thank you very much! ^-^ ::attitude totally changed, reaches out to scritch his chin a few times:: Have a merry whatever and a hoorah new year, handsome. ::turns from him now, walks to her car::
<TashaForge> ((<Fletch>::is really the supreme head ruler of the Young Kats for Cleanliness Association. Even has the official gas mask and duster for the position::))
<Sagey> <Chance> ::holds back a twitch, then slooooowly closes the door, and heads towards the hangar:: Hey, “Jakey-boo!” Need ta’ have a word with ya’!
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Sagey> ((And, I jet here, my good gals. If I don’t see you ’til I get back, have a Merry Christmas and New Year! ::hugs all!::))
<TashaForge> ((okies! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Sagey! ::huggles::))
<HansLynx> ((later Sagey! same to you!))
<Sagey> ((Thankies! G’nights!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Seeyas!))
<FletchRyder> ((<Chance> Do you per chance have a crazy cousin? <Jake> Mmm, nope. Only one very, very crazy cousin whom I’ve gotten multiple restraining orders from. Why? <Chance> …))
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<FletchRyder> ((Aw nuts, missed her))
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::got in her car and drove awayeeee! end her RP appearence XD::
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ::finishes showering! ah much better. will have to wash his uniform jacket. just gets back into his pants, boots and black t-shirt he had on underneath that didn’t get dusty or crusty XD::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::goes off to the locker room as well, a bit cheerier than one covered in nastiness should be:: <Fletch> ::walks back into the breakroom, adjusting his uniform some and scratching his neck::
<TashaForge> Get him straightened out, Ryder?
<FletchRyder> ::eyes her:: There’s no straightening that one out, Forge.
<StormcrowMerle> ::says nothing::
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: I must agree. I think he’s not all there.
<HansLynx> ::exits locker room as Hertz goes in. making sure to avoid touching him:: Shower’s all yours, Hertz.
<FletchRyder> ::small sigh, nodding:: <Hertz> Thank you! Hopefully the drain won’t clog up! I’d hate to come out surfing in sewage! ::cheerily, as he goes right on in::
<StormcrowMerle> . . . I didn’t need that image.
<HansLynx> … just… remember to dust off before stepping in…
<HansLynx> ((brb!))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Riiiight. ::thumbs up:: <He must be in the Young Kats for Cleanliness Association too to know such secrets!>
<TashaForge> ((okies!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Okay))
<FletchRyder> ((okie-dokie))
<TashaForge> Ryder, there is some pie in the fridge that’s not dusty if you want some. Apple, peach and cherry. Help yourself.
<FletchRyder> ::picks up the grate for the ventilation duct off the floor and attaches it back over the open shaft:: Thanks. I just might.
<StormcrowMerle> I recommend the apple; it’s delicious.
<TashaForge> Thats what I brought it for. For us to enjoy.
<FletchRyder> ::turns, offering a quick smile:: That was very considerate of you.
<HansLynx> ((hoohah!))
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: It was no problem at all. I love to cook when I get the chance. I was baking for family things tomorrow anyway so three more wasn’t much more.
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<TashaForge> ((WB!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))
<HansLynx> ((ty!))
<FletchRyder> You must’ve been doing a lot of baking then.
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: I was. you’ve not seen the army that is my family.
<HansLynx> ::enters breakroom again fully now and goes to grab a broom and dustpan::
<StormcrowMerle> Well, we’re very grateful, regardless. ::goes to get another piece!::
<TashaForge> You are very welcome. ::smirks at Hans:: wow..its clean!
<HansLynx> What is clean? ::starts sweeping up the floor as he feels he partially made the mess, and would rather Hertz not do it XD::
<FletchRyder> Here. Let me. ::attempting to grab the cleaning items from him:: You just got cleaned up, and part of this mess was my fault.
<TashaForge> YOU are what is clean.
<HansLynx> I got it, Ryder, go on and have some pie. ::smirks at Tasha:: Thanks for noticing.
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: You are welcome. ::sips on her coffee::
<FletchRyder> ::shrugs, pushing his hands off his knees as he stands back up::
<HansLynx> ::sweeps up the junk, minding not to get himself dusty again. does so wonderfully! ho ho! and dumps the dust in the garbage. washes his hands::
<HansLynx> So why are you here today Ryder? Family getting together tomorrow? Or is that just when the big games are on?
<FletchRyder> Well, I won’t be here all day. Get off in about an hour as a matter of fact. ::glancing at watch:: And no, my family’s a couple thousand miles from here, so I’ll be working some tomorrow too.
<HansLynx> Not flying to see them? ::returns to collect his pie, glad it is dust free::
<TashaForge> ::blinks.:: How many of you are gonna be here tomorrow then?
<HansLynx> Looks like three so far.
<StormcrowMerle> I probably will be.
<StormcrowMerle> Scratch that. I *definitely* will be.
<TashaForge> Geez..now I feel bad that I’m going somewhere. Wish you guys could come with me.
<FletchRyder> No. ::to Hans::
<StormcrowMerle> ::shrugs:: It’s okay. Someone has to stay and keep a watch.
<HansLynx> Meh, I’d rather be here then with my grumpy old man anyway.
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: at least you can escape your grumpy old man. Mine followed me here.
<FletchRyder> <Sleigh> ::glistening in the crisp, afternoon air, soars over the skyline of MKC with rocket boosters and hip-hop music blaring as it zooms through the sky towards MKC’s enormous Toys 4 Us superstore::
<TashaForge> ((::diiies!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<HansLynx> Where is he anyway?
<TashaForge> No telling with him. Prolly inspecting something. or he may have had to go home to check on things.
<FletchRyder> <Sleigh> ::pulled by eight rather shiny and metallic looking reindeer, starts flying rather low over the city streets. when it reaches the Toys 4 Us store, the reindeer crash through the front doors before skidding to a stop to halt the sleigh. out pops none other than a jolly plump Santa Claws, with red eyes and a laser cannon:: Ho-ho-ho. Put-’em-up.
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!!! “ho ho ho, put ‘em up”::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dead*))
<HansLynx> Good thing he didn’t see Hertz…
<TashaForge> ((::dying!::))
<TashaForge> ::Frowns:: Indeed. Hertz’ problems wouldn’t stop at allergies I guarantee.
<FletchRyder> Oh, I think he and Hertz met alright.
<StormcrowMerle> Oh? When did that happen?
<TashaForge> oh? they’ve met already?
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::starts shooting laser fire at random to clear out the Toys 4 Us, as the reindeer detach from the sled, stand upright, and their hooves transform into mini laser guns:: On-Comet. On-Cupid. On-Donner-and-Blixen. You-guys-clean-out-aisle-four.
<HansLynx> When was this?
<HansLynx> ((<Santa Claws> On Whoosit and rancid and the other one and Nixon.))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> Very moment he first stepped in the door. Hertz was working the front reception desk and trying to learn French and-, to make a long, disastrous story short you father wasn’t any too pleased with his conduct.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((::remembers a Christmas card for “the B team of reindeer”:: “Now Crasher, now Thrasher, now Spastic, now Chicken! On Armpit, on Stupid, on Yawner, on Nixon!”))
<TashaForge> ::rolls eyes:: Oh dear…Thats not who dad needed to see first. I’m sure he was not too happy at all. Surprise Hertz wasn’t making laps around the gym.
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> <Elf> ::suddenly pops his head up out of the sleigh, rubbing his hands together mischieviously. appears to be a real kat, and a kitten at that::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD!::))
<HansLynx> ::Grins:: Learn French?
<StormcrowMerle> ::winces:: <Why wasn’t I there instead . . .>
<FletchRyder> ::just shrugs, shaking his head::
<TashaForge> I have done given up trying to figure out Hertz.
<HansLynx> He should learn German. Hertz sounds more like a German name.
<StormcrowMerle> I never even started trying.
<FletchRyder> <Reindeer> ::eyes glowing red, terrorize the Toys 4 Us patrons, emptying all the toys from their carts and from the shelves and stuffing them into large bags::
<HansLynx> Meh, he’s a disaster area, but a good ol’ kat.
<TashaForge> I never learned another language. Mainly cause they didnt’ require it back home and I hated the foriegn language teacher.
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> What-do-you-want-for-Christmas-little-boy? I-don’t-suppose-it-would-be-a-laser-blast-to-the-head? <Cashier> Um…no? ::quivering:: <SantaClaws> Ho-ho-ho. Then-empty-that-box-quick-like.
<HansLynx> I’m fluent in German myself. Spent a lot of time there growing up.
<HansLynx> ((::laughs:: Someone calling the po po?))
<TashaForge> Oh really? You don’t sound German..or at least you don’t have the accent.
<StormcrowMerle> My mother signed me up for Latin classes when I was younger, but ::embarrassed look:: I was a less than devoted student, and she gave up.
<FletchRyder> ((I would hope so. XD Though, it’d be hard to call in on Santy Claws, laser cannon or not.))
<FletchRyder> <Cashier> ::as he’s retrieving the money, pushes the silent alarm behind the counter. yes, the toys are that valuable that they have silent alarms::
<HansLynx> That’s because I spent more of my life in the states. ::chuckles::
<HansLynx> Ah Latin… a dead language, but useful if you’re a pharmasist or lawyer.
<StormcrowMerle> ::small chuckle:: I suppose, but I don’t plan on being either.
<FletchRyder> ::listening, leaned back against the counter. but wait, is that the phone he hears ringing?::
<FletchRyder> ::er, silent alarm.. phone.. whatever!::
<TashaForge> ::snickers:: then what do you plan on being?
<HansLynx> ::the batphone? ;D::
<StormcrowMerle> Um . . . actually I haven’t really given it much thought.
<StormcrowMerle> ((brb!))
<HansLynx> ((ok!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((back!))
<TashaForge> ((okies!))
<TashaForge> ((lol! WB!))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::pauses by the break room, still a bit wet:: Um, there’s something blinking on the front desk and the scanners keep repeating something about “10-40 in progress with Deadly Santa at Toys 4 Us”. Is that important?
<HansLynx> ((wb! that was quick))
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<StormcrowMerle> ((I just had to dart down the stairs and check on the dogs; wasn’t sure how long it would take))
<HansLynx> ::blinks:: I’d think so man! C’mon! ::rushes outta the breakroom after shoving last bit of pie in his mouth::
<StormcrowMerle> Wha-? ::gets up too::
<TashaForge> ::blinks. gets up and rushes out after hans!:: Who’s driving?!
<FletchRyder> ::goes rigid, immediately following Hans and Tasha out past a bewildered Hertz:: <Hertz> Well, okay then! I’ll just look after this pie while you all are gone.. hehehehe.
<StormcrowMerle> ::follows the agents partway, then lingers back::
<HansLynx> You, Speed Racer! ::grins at her, stops by desk long enough to grab BPV and gun. makes way to her car::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::clapping his paws together in absolute glee, as he sees the reindeer going and coming back with sacks bulging with toys:: <SantaClaws> Keep-the-loot-coming-boys!
<TashaForge> ::grins. stops long enough to get her stuff too. suits up as she runs:: Awsome! ::digs out keys and unlocks car for the others::
<StormcrowMerle> ::waits at the door, watching::
<FletchRyder> ::notices LS out of the corner of his eye:: What’s wrong, let’s go. ::nodding her ahead:: Your.. specific talents might be needed. ::as he grabs up a BPV as well on the way out::
<StormcrowMerle> Uh . . . okay then . . . ::goes with them, looking less than comfortable with the idea::
<FletchRyder> ::curious to see just what she can do with her fire abilities in the field. hurries over to Tasha’s ride and climbs in the back:: I hope you took the training wheels off this thing last I rode in it. ::smirking::
<StormcrowMerle> ::gets in where there is room::
<HansLynx> ::hopped in passenger seat of Tasha’s car::
<TashaForge> Hey, this baby hasn’t had training wheels in a long time. ::grins getting in after the others do. starts it up and revs the engine a couple times, peeling out and heading for the scene!::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::waving out the front of the store as screaming passer-bys go fleeing:: Merry-Christmas-ya-filthy-animal!
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ((::DIIIES Home Alone;:))
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::hugging each and every full bag of toys now setting in the sled, as the reindeer continue to fill up bags::
<TashaForge> ::speeds that way! weaving in and out of traffic. fweee! gets there through the power of RP warp time! XD bails out quickly::
<FletchRyder> ::talking lowly to LS in the back:: Listen, I don’t know what’s going on here, but if it’s anything like what happened when we ran into Chop-Shop, just do as before. Find cover, keep your head down, and keep your ears open. Got it?
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods fiercely:: I can do that much.
<HansLynx> ::wheeee! XD gets out of the car quickly, waits for the others before heading to the Toy store::
<StormcrowMerle> ::gets out, prepares to stay at the back of the group::
<TashaForge> ::pulls her gun as she waits on the others:: Did anyone hear any info on who is in there?
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> Huh? ::looks out the shattered front doors out onto the street, noticing the Mustang pull up and several agents filing out:: Y’uh oh! ::pushes a button on the sled, as a glass cover suddenly encompasses the top part of it, sealing the kit inside. he puts on a small headset and the inside of the sled turns into a main computer console::
<TashaForge> ((AHHHHHH! Revenge of the Nerds!!!!))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<HansLynx> Santa Claws. ::smirks::
<HansLynx> Apparently he’s on his own naughty list this year.
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> On Blitzen, Vixen, Donner, Comet, and Cupid. Report to the front to deal with some troublesome adults.
<TashaForge> And here I thought Santa Claws was always good. ::starts that way carefully.::
<StormcrowMerle> ::blinks:: O-kay, that’s something I wasn’t expecting to see even in *this* city.
<FletchRyder> ::gets out and arms himself:: Enough with the wise-cracks, this looks serious. ::at the shattered front entrance:: I better head around back, make sure whoever’s in there isn’t trying to escape any time soon. You three be careful going through the front.
<TashaForge> ::rolls eyes:: Yes, mother. ::smirks. starts easing that way faster XD::
<FletchRyder> <Reindeer> ::eyes glow bright red a moment, as they immediately drop the goods and head towards the front, their antlers beeping::
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods::
<FletchRyder> ::nods at them all, shaking his head some before cautiously heading for the alleyway that’ll lead to the back::
<HansLynx> Alright. ::moves towards the sleigh and all quickly:: Halt or we’ll fire! ::says to the reindeer::
<TashaForge> ((<Reindeer Antler beeping>::sounds supiciously like the wide load backing up sound::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<StormcrowMerle> ::still stays toward the back::
<TashaForge> ::snickers. aiming at the deer:: I always did like deer meat. Would this be considered hunting out of season?
<FletchRyder> <Reindeer> ::make odd synthetic-like growling noises. sounds a lot like a coffee grinder. raise their front hooves with the installed laser guns and commence firing::
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
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Session Close: Sat Dec 24 01:06:43 2005
Session Start: Sat Dec 24 01:07:16 2005
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<Annerz> ((UGH))
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<TashaForge> ((WB?))
<FletchRyder> ((Yipes, WB))
* TashaForge sets mode: +o Annerz
* Annerz is now known as HansLynx
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::cackling squeakily in his sled control center as he directs the movement of his five reindeer killing machines::
<StormcrowMerle> ((What was that?))
<StormcrowMerle> ::has by now eeked at the laser fire, and ducked around the nearest solid architectural or vehicular feature::
<TashaForge> ((WB! and Annu’s glitch hit again))
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<StormcrowMerle> ((ah.))
<HansLynx> ((dang blanged… X_x ))
<TashaForge> ::peeks out from around her hiding place:: Looks like this could get nasty. I’ve never seen deer that shoot back.
<FletchRyder> ((<Reindeer> Yeah, we actually jump out of the headlights too! <Forge> ::jaw drops:: Astounding.))
<HansLynx> ::dodged behind a car as he shouted GET DOWN! earlier X_x hopes LS ducked, if not shover her aside too::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::did manage to duck::
<TashaForge> ::lays down onna ground and peeks head out, taking a few shots at the reindeer, wishing her brother was here as he’s the shooter, not her::
<FletchRyder> <Reindeer> ::rain down laser fire unrelentlessly at the pinned Megs, as their antlers continue to beep with their commands. bodies only slightly dinged at Tasha’s fire::
<StormcrowMerle> ::tries to calm herself down so she can concentrate, and works on forming a fireball in one hand. Doesn’t like the idea of using her power in such a public place, but it’s looking like it might be necessary::
<HansLynx> Okay this is getting us know where. These reindeer might as well have BPVs on.
<HansLynx> ((nowhere^))
<TashaForge> We gotta get at whatever is controlling them, be it computer, kat or maniac.
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> Yes! Haha! YES! All the beautiful toys will be *mine*! First I’ll empty out Megakat City, then the *world*! ::giddy and giggly in the sled, holding himself as he rolls on the padded sleigh seat::
<StormcrowMerle> ::watches the reindeer, and forms a small white-gold fireball in one hand. Then tries to creep around the edge of her hiding place, and takes aim::
<FletchRyder> <Comet> ::eyes scan area as it fires, noticing movement at LS location. swivels and raises hooves to fire at her::
<HansLynx> ::hrms… fires a shot at the thing covering the sleigh where the elfkat is, is it metal?::
<StormcrowMerle> ::sees Comet doing such, and stops hesitating. Throws the fireball at him/it/whatever::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::maniacle squeaking abruptly halted as a bullet ricochets off his bullet-proof encasing. sticks thumbs in ears and wiggles his fingers, sticking his tongue out at them:: Nyah nyah!
<HansLynx> ::mrrrs. then sees Stormcrow… mun forgets, does Hans know of her powers?::
<FletchRyder> <Comet> ::fireball catches its antlers, melting them a bit and sending its command signal haywire. staggers wildly into Vixen, all the while shooting, and the both of them explode upon impact::
<StormcrowMerle> ::Mun believes so::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> Huh-What?! Hey, no fair! ::whining as he sees two of his reindeer go up in flames::
<TashaForge> ::blinks. grins:: Alright Miss Merle! Try it again! ::leans out and shoots a couple of shots at the sleigh itself to see if there is any weakness in it::
<StormcrowMerle> ::blinks and gasps at that, wasn’t expecting it to do so much::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::growly:: Dasher, Donner, Prancer! To the front lines immediately!
<HansLynx> ::blinks, then grins:: Merle! Get the rest of them!
<StormcrowMerle> ::hears Tasha, and does as she says, forming two more fireballs, one in each hand. Throws them at reindeer as they approach::
<FletchRyder> <Sleigh> ::bullets just ricochet off the sled, made of the same alloy as the reindeer, only thicker::
<FletchRyder> <Reindeer> ::two hit straight on with the flame, somewhat melting their mid-section but doing little to deter their continued firing. two new reindeer soon joing their bucks in arms and put more heat on the Agents::
<StormcrowMerle> Okay, that didn’t work as well. ::tries again, firing two more flameballs::
<FletchRyder> ((^join))
<TashaForge> ::mrrs:: Those things are built like Tanks!
<FletchRyder> <Blitzen> ::caught in the hoof with a fireball, melting his laser gun in on itself, causing his left arm to implode. continues firing with the other:: <Cupid> ::slouching a bit now, as the second fireball melted off some of his hip::
<HansLynx> At their antlers!
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::continues sending orders through his headset to the reindeer, shrieking at them being melted like this::
<StormcrowMerle> ::gulps and nods. Crouches down and concentrates on forming a larger flameball, not as hot but able to cover more area, and concentrates on making it go in a more direct path, for the nearest antler::
<TashaForge> ::mrrs. fires at that glass some more to destract the Elfkit::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> Eeep! ::surprised by the bullets, falls back in the sled:: <Dasher> ::antlers get a warm reception, frying his connection, and going on an uncontrollable rampage firing at random before falling over completely and exploding::
<StormcrowMerle> ::reflexively ducks again at the explosion::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::stuck at the bottom of the sled, legs kicking up wildly as he shrieks:: Prancer! Where are you?!
<TashaForge> ::keeps firing:: Now! take the rest out while he’s distracted!
<StormcrowMerle> ::attempts to do as Tasha says, using the large-and-slow-but-direct form of fireball once again::
<StormcrowMerle> ::getting a bit tired, since it takes more energy to actively direct where the fireball goes, but keeps at it::
<HansLynx> You okay, Merle? ::giving her cover fire so to speak, in case she needs it. mun sorry, hubby drug her off a moment to do his bidding to not miss a movie XD::
<FletchRyder> <Donner> ::suffers the same fate as the other crispy mechanized reindeer::
<StormcrowMerle> ::that’s fine:: I’m holding up. ::voice is a bit curt from her concentrating::
<HansLynx> ::looks over to see what Tasha’s up to XD::
<TashaForge> ::shooting at that glass to keep him distracted while Merle fires at the deer XD::
<HansLynx> ::since Merle’s doing a bang up job, he moves to where Tasha is, and trying to sneak around the sleigh to get a peek at a possible way to get in::
<FletchRyder> <Cupid> ::bang bang!:: <Blitzen> ::still putting up a fight with that one hoof of his::
<StormcrowMerle> ::notes Blitzen’s actions, and tries to use the same trick, this time on the hoof::
<TashaForge> ::notes Hans. tries to draw attention away from him:: Hey Kitten! Whats the matter? you on the bad list and can’t get presents the normal way?
<FletchRyder> <Blitzen> ::other hoof is melted, thus causing another implosion. is one handicapped mechanized deer. with his firing capabilities gone, slowly walks towards LS with mean intentions::
<StormcrowMerle> ::gets quickly to her feet and backs away. Holds up her hands and “gloves” them in fire:: Stay back!
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::red-faced and grumpy, finally gets back in the saddle and starts shaking a tiny fist at Tasha:: You don’t know the half of it sister! ::commands Cupid to start firing at Tasha::
<TashaForge> Ack! ::dives outta the line of fire!:: Geez! You DO deserve a lump of coal!
<FletchRyder> <Blitzen> ::eyes glow red as he gets right up to her and.. bumps into her. then again, and again::
<StormcrowMerle> ::is bumped into repeatedly:: Ow! ::tries to move away:: Stop that! ::kicks at Blitzen’s side::
<FletchRyder> ((<LS> ::melts his legs off:: Aha! <Blitzen> ::looks down, then back up:: Merely-a-flesh-wound!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ::anyway inside that sleigh to get at the Elfkat? XD::
<HansLynx> ((::dead!::))
<FletchRyder> <Blitzen> ::makes a loud clang noise, but otherwise unaffected. continues trying to bump into her::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::suddenly descends from the ceiling, and taps on Hans shoulder:: I’m-making-a-list-you-know. And-your-under-”eliminate.”
<StormcrowMerle> ::hears the commotion inside the mall, hisses. Climbs onto the hood of a car, and tries a new trick. Attempts to grab onto Blitzen’s head/face with fire-gloved hands, and melt it::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::turns attention from Tasha, and looks towards Hans now smugly, sticking out his tongue and waving his fingers in front of his nose:: If I were you, I’d start hoping for a Christmas miracle! Ehehehehe!
<HansLynx> ::erk startled spins round looking at the SantaClaws! he metallic too?::
<FletchRyder> <Blitzen> ::yipes, head is melted, completely frying his central core of programming, and his head asplode right on the spot::
<TashaForge> ::tries to slip around from behind the car and make a run for the sleigh and slide under it!::
<HansLynx> I thought it was only naughty and nice? ::sheepish grin::
<FletchRyder> <Cupid> ::following Tasha’s run with his hooves a blazing, accidently firing upon the sleigh:: <Elfkit> ::startled!:: Hey! Be careful, Cupid, ya’ stupid piece of jerkey!
<StormcrowMerle> Agh! ::brings arms up to shield herself, but is still a bit battered and singed from the explosion::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::yeps he is. attempts to grab at Hans with two metallic hands::
<TashaForge> ::blinks. hears the kit and grins. gets in behind the sleigh and sticks her tounge out at Cupid:: nyeh nyeh! can’t get me!
<StormcrowMerle> ::kicks Blitzen to see if he’s really down, then goes to head inside to help the others::
<FletchRyder> <Blitzen> ::ah! I see how it is! run away then, chicken! truly out for the count::
<StormcrowMerle> ::what are you going to do, bleed oil on me?::
<FletchRyder> <Cupid> ::fires a bit at her, knicking the sled some, but restraining himself for the most part since his master doesn’t want the paint scratched on the sled::
<FletchRyder> ((lol, LS!))
<HansLynx> ::yelps! attempts to duck down and move around behind the metallic Santa!::
<FletchRyder> <Cupid> ::starts walking around the sled to better shoot at her::
<TashaForge> ::ducks behind it. starts moving around it opposite Cupid, looking for a dang button or something to get in with::
<StormcrowMerle> ::makes her way inside to the scene of the battle, tries to see where the others are::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::claws come up empty:: Ho-ho-ho. We’ve-got-a-slippery-one-here.
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::completely sealed in. only way out is from the inside::
<HansLynx> Ho ho ho, have some Christmas cheer! ::tries to fire at Santa Claws’ face::
<TashaForge> ::peeks in the window and grins at the kit:: You know, I bet if you come out of there, i know where there’s some delicious pie and candy canes for you.
<FletchRyder> <Elfkit> Prancer, I am seriously gonna’ have your antlers if you don’t show yourself up front *right now*! ::pushing buttons on the control panel like mad::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::face dinged a bit, but for the most part intact. swipes at Hans with a metallic claw::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::then hears Tasha:: What?! Are you kiddin’ me?! I’m about to make the biggest haul of toys in the history of kittenkind, and all you can think about is candy and pies? Sheesh!
<HansLynx> ::yipe! moved back, but gun knocked from his grip:: You know you could just give me some coal and be done with it! ::glances round to see what Stormcrow’s up to, if she’s done with the reindeer::
<StormcrowMerle> ::all the ones that were outside, she is. Now she be inside, and trying to figure out where to fight next::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> Not-a-bad-idea. ::right arm transforms into a large cannon, and what should he start firing but large pieces of coal:: Ho-ho-ho!
<TashaForge> Hmm..oh yeah? ::keeping an eye on Cupid:: You know..I’d sure like to play with you and your toys. I never got to play with anyone as a kit.
<FletchRyder> <Cupid> ::rounding the sleigh, and opens fire on Tasha once more::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> No! My toys! Mine!
<TashaForge> Ack! ::ducks under the sleigh again to get on the other side!:: Aww come on! won’t you let me play with you some? I promise they are your toys. I just wanna play. Please?
<TashaForge> Isn’t it more fun to have toys when you can show them off to someone and be proud you have them and they don’t?
<StormcrowMerle> ::spies Cupid, and since she at least knows ways to take out the reindeer, tries to go after him. Moves around for a better shot, forming the same sort of large fireball::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> I, Kittany Esquire Bratican the 3rd do declare that all these toys are mine, *mine*, MINE! Why would I go through all this trouble to obtain all the worlds toys if I wanted to *share* them or show them off to *others*?! Duh!
<FletchRyder> <Cupid> ::complete attention turned to Tasha as he rounds the front of the sleigh in slow but steady chase::
<TashaForge> To play with them. ::grins. trying to stay away from Cupid as much as possible. Would prefer to not have any Christmas Eve hospital visits::
<HansLynx> ::gah! runs from Satna lol!:: Hey Merle! When you’re finished, mind giving me a paw with ol’ St. Nick?
<StormcrowMerle> ::keeps following for a shot that won’t risk hitting Tasha, then fires, directing the ball at Cupid’s antlers::
<StormcrowMerle> ::then hears Hans:: I’ll be right there! ::bites lip::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaw> They-bothering-you-little-elf? ::as he turns his attention towards the sleigh:: <ElfKit> Yes! Especially that she-kat! ::points to Tasha:: <SantaClaws> ::levels his coal gun and starts firing at them::
<FletchRyder> <Cupid> ::antlers down, and so he goes down with a mild explosion, rocking the sleigh a bit at being so close:: <ElfKit> Whoa! Hey! ::to LS:: You don’t play fair!
<HansLynx> Tasha look out!
<TashaForge> ::staying ducked down. don’t wanna be coaled XD:: Thats what happens to bad lil kits! If you were mine I’d done have torn you up!
<StormcrowMerle> ::to Elfkit:: And what do you mean by that? You’re not exactly one to talk! ::then goes to try and help with Santa::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> You’re not my mom though! So your not the boss of me! ::crossing arms, tongue out yet again:: <SantaClaws> ::small wheels suddenly spring out of the bottom of his boots, and he zips over to the sleigh, looming behind Tasha::
<HansLynx> Tasha behind you!
<HansLynx> ::grabs up giant candy cane thing as part of a display, rushes towards the Santa!::
<TashaForge> ::turns around quickly:: Oh dear! ::Takes off running into the toystore quickly to distract the Santa!::
<StormcrowMerle> ::chases after the Santa!::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::head swivels to look at Hans coming from behind. at last second, his torso also swivels, attempting to batter Hans with that large coal cannon of his::
<HansLynx> ::yipe! ducks down, blocking coal with the candycane::
<FletchRyder> <Prancer> ::suddenly appears in Tasha’s path at the end of the aisle, his hooves raised::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::turns fully around, nearing Hans as he continues firing the coal cannon:: You’ve-been-a-very-naughty-kit. Lay-on-the-coal!
<TashaForge> ::eyes widen:: aww man this is NOT may day! ::skids to a stop and turns to run the other way!::
<FletchRyder> <Prancer> ::stands there a moment, then teeters as sparks fly about his antlers, and then falls over and explodes. behind him stands one rather singed and perturbed looking Fletch holding a pair of large super soakers:: <Fletch> Forge! Wait! It’s okay!
<HansLynx> ::backs up lol candy cane can’t take much more, OW gets hit by a piece inna arm. drops the cane and leaps behind the sleigh!::
<TashaForge> ::blinks and stops:: Ryder! Oh I am SO glad to see you. come on! The others are in trouble and need help! ::starts hurring back that way!::
<StormcrowMerle> ::finds them beseiged from two directions, and then saved!:: Whoa . . . ::now looks for something to hit Santa with. Tries flinging a fireball at him, but is getting tired from doing that, so it’s only a small one::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::immediately ceases firing and then skates around the sled:: Ho-ho-ho!
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::hit in the back with the fire ball, but except for singing his costume does little to hinder him::
<HansLynx> ::moves around the sled as quick as he can lol::
<FletchRyder> Wait, help me with these! It’s the only way I’ve found to stop them! Shorts out the frequency to whoever’s controlling them. ::picking up a bunch of loaded water guns::
<HansLynx> ((<Santa and reindeer that’s left and the megs>::all running around the sleigh, in and out of the toystore, like Benny Hill show::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Hans> I’ve got it! Let’s just take the sled into custody! <Megs> Brilliant! <ElfKit> Awww..!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::notes that, and hisses through her teeth fearfully:: <Okay, think fast. I need something to stop his shooting first.> ::looks around frantically for something in the toystore, but the only thing nearby is a stack of large kooshballs. Desperate and not thinking fully, grabs a few::
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ((::diies!::))
<TashaForge> ::nods and goes back to get some from him. grins:: great thinking, Ryder! This out to take care of him!
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::as mun thinks all his reindeer are down, is now chasing Hans around the sled:: Round-and-round-we-go! Who’ll-die-first-nobody-knows! ::then with his normal hand, simply lifts up the sleigh and levels coal cannon at a now exposed Hans:: Ho-ho-ho!
<FletchRyder> How many more of those reindeer are there? And whose doing all this? ::as he hurries towards the front::
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes a breath:: <I hope I can make up the cost!> ::concentrates and sets a kooshball aflame, and heaves it at Santa’s face when it comes into view again:: <Fire> ::causes the rubbery kooshball to melt into a hot, sticky glob::
<HansLynx> ::eyes widen like a … reindeer caught in the headlights XD::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::yipes at his sled suddenly being lifted up:: Whoo, his constructions even better than I imagined! Go get ‘em Santy!
<TashaForge> No more reindeer and its a kitten! ::runs with him! runs to the sleigh as quickly as possible. starts hosing down the sleigh and Santa to see if that works::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::detecting the fiery kooshballs with his sensors, tries to hit them with coal before they make it to his face. gets all but one, which squarely lands over his eye sensors:: Oh-no-no-no!
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> A.. kitten?! ::seeing for himself as they get there. shakes his head in disbelief, then shock at seeing Santa. whistles for Hans and LS’s attention, sliding them the water guns:: Aim for the Santa!
<HansLynx> ::gah! oof hit in the gut with a shot of coal, falls backwards::
<StormcrowMerle> Yes! ::seeing that one hit its mark, does the fist-clench-of-victory. Then hears Fletch’s whistle and looks, and sees the water gun sliding over. Picks it up::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::at the water being squirted on him, starts to spark some, his body twisting around like a top:: Ho-ho-ho! ::dropping the sleigh and going spastic in the middle of the front area, spraying coal around at random::
<StormcrowMerle> ::tries to squirt Santa, but with the random spraying of coal, it’s rather difficult::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> What-What’s happening!? He’s all sparky! He’s not suppose to be sparky! ::pushing buttons like mad on his consol, as he’s shaken from the sleighs fall::
<TashaForge> ::trying to duck coal and spray water at the same time. lol!:: Its working!
<HansLynx> ::rolls away from the sleigh some, then stands up holding his gut guh getting to some shelter. hoi!::
<FletchRyder> ::growls as a piece of coal knicks his leg:: Keep firing! Aim for.. ::trying to think where the beacon on him would be:: His head area!
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::continues its mad spinning, as electricity sizzles throughout his body and his fake beard catches on fire. is a horrific spinning sight indeed::
<StormcrowMerle> ::tries to do that, but gets hit in the knee by coal:: Aah! ::drops down a bit, wincing and trying to get into a better position to squirt again::
<HansLynx> ((<kittens there>::scarred for life at the sight!:: ))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Parents> ::pack grenades and a uzi from now on when they take their kits to sit on Santa’s lap::))
<TashaForge> ::aims for its head then! hoping that will stop this thing:: I will never see Santa the same again!
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> ::its spinny self completely out of control now, spins right into the front of the sleigh, shattering the containment glass covering it and incidentally destroying the control console:: <ElfKit> AAAAHHH! ::jumps into the back, landing head first into a bag of toys::
<HansLynx> ::sheilds face with arm in case of flying debris::
<StormcrowMerle> ::likewise::
<TashaForge> ::ducks and shields self! geez! so much for a Merry Christmas XD::
<FletchRyder> <SantaClaws> Ho-hoo..hoooo…. ::glowy red eyes fade as it stops spinning and just sparks in the middle of the crushed sleigh::
<FletchRyder> ::narrows eyes, hobbling towards the sleigh quickly seeing there’s no immediate explosion:: <Gotta’ get that.. kitten out of there before this thing decides to blow.>
<HansLynx> ::cautiously peeks now and slowly makes way to the sleigh to examine the damage::
<TashaForge> ::raises up some:: is it clear? ::glancing around. has been chased waaaaay too much this night XD::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::wriggling around inside one of his bags filled with toys, his legs kicking wildly in the air outside the bag::
<StormcrowMerle> ::to Tasha:: I think so. ::tries to get to her feet, limping a little bit where her knee is bruised::
<HansLynx> ::blinks, looks in the sleigh::
<TashaForge> You okay? ::as she stands. said to Stormcrow::
<FletchRyder> ::over his shoulder:: I think it’s safe, but use caution. ::nears the sled and looks in the back as well, raising his eyebrow at Hans at what he sees there:: So.. he’s the mastermind, huh?
<StormcrowMerle> I’ve been better, but I’ll live. What about you? ::getting up as well::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::wailing from inside. sounds a little like Hertz XD:: I wanted all the toys to myself, but *no*! You guys just wouldn’t run away screaming like everyone else! Dummy-heads!
<HansLynx> ::climbs up in the sleigh, attempts to pull the kit out::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::pulled out, looks a bit scratched up from some shattered glass but otherwise is okay:: Put me down! I want my Mommyyyheee! ::throwing a tantrum::
<TashaForge> I’m fine. Just a bit winded. ::grins. Walks towards the sleigh and frowns:: someone tear his tail up.
<StormcrowMerle> ::follows her::
<HansLynx> ::brow raaaises nearly meeting his hair XD:: A kitten…? A kitten is behind this? ::wasn’t quite sure lol but now::
<FletchRyder> I don’t believe it. This little brat caused.. all this? ::hand pointing to all the damage of the toy store and half the shelves being cleaned out:: Lynx, just let me have the little squirt for two minutes. ::seriously angry, wanting to take the kit from Hans for some serious chewing out::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::wriggling around in Hans grasp, attempting to kick and scratch:: NO! I want Mommy! I want toys! Gimme’!!
<TashaForge> ::Mrrs:: he beter hope there’s not a laser blast in my car else there isn’t a place on Felinus he’s safe from me.
<StormcrowMerle> ::watching the scene:: Okay . . . does anyone want to explain how a kitten managed to set up all of this?
<HansLynx> ::laughs a little, holds the kitten close to himself, taking the small attacks. hops out of the sleigh ow tummy. stands straight:: How about you bring the car around first, or call up Child Welfare?
<TashaForge> Gladly..::heads for the car and pulls out keys, checking it all over good first before getting in::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::between his wailing:: My dad says I’m a genius at age six and he works for Pumadyne and he helped get me some of the parts because I asked him to and because he and mommy only get me calculators and robot kits for Christmas! Not cool toys like these! Waaahaaahaa! ::still flailing::
<StormcrowMerle> ::blank look as she takes this information in, following the others::
<FletchRyder> ::kicks at the remains of one of the reindeer outside, before dropping the water gun he’s still clutching:: I guess.. somebody better call his parents.
<TashaForge> ::gets in the car and pulls it around closer. opens the doors for them::
<HansLynx> ::walks him over to the car, roughly sits the kid in the back, and holding him down:: Someone buckle him in?
<StormcrowMerle> I’ll do it. ::attempts to do so::
<TashaForge> ::turns around in the seat and mrrs:: damage my seat and I’ll damage more than your playtoys.
<HansLynx> ((<kitten> Child abuse! CHILD ABUSE! Call social services!))
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> I’m Kittany Esquire Bratican the 3rd! You can’t treat me like this! Wait till I tell mommy! ::buckled all secure-like::
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<HansLynx> ((::busts up at the name XD::))
<StormcrowMerle> I don’t think we’re the ones your mommy’s going to be angry with.
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> Uh huh!!
<FletchRyder> ::just grimaces, climbing into the back with him and LS::
<HansLynx> No, I think she’ll be angry with you, and you’re not see a single toy under your tree from the REAL Santa.
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes her seat in the back, with the kit between her and Fletch::
<TashaForge> ::rolls eyes:: I think I got some duck tape in the back we can tape his mouth shut. ::heads for the HQ when all are in::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> Nu uh! Because I laid an electromagnetic laser cage as a trap for santa in the chimney, so he’ll have to give me presents! Dummy-head!
<StormcrowMerle> ::gives a small snort at that, unable to help herself::
<FletchRyder> ::already scrounging around the back looking for said tape::
<TashaForge> <Tape>::scooted under the seat just a bit in front of FLetch::
<HansLynx> ::gets in passenger’s seat he does hoping they can deal with him XD shuts door::
<FletchRyder> ::as he reaches the tape under the seat, pulls it up quickly and shoves it infront of the kit’s nose:: If you don’t shut up right now this is going over your mouth, kit, and I daresay it *will* hurt and you *will* be in agony when it’s time for it to come off. ::glaring at him::
<TashaForge> ::snickers. speeding back to HQ to get that kit out of there as quickly as possible::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::whimpering at “the glare” Hertz spoke of earlier, his eyes going from Fletch, to the tape, to LS::
<StormcrowMerle> ::does her best to keep her expression coldly neutral::
<HansLynx> Better go to Enforcer HQ. They can handle him and find his parents quickly.
<TashaForge> ::nods:: I do hope so. Ugh..now I’m reminded why I don’t want kits right now.
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods to that::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::just sits there, his eyes welling up with tears as he bites his quivering lip:: <Just you dummy-heads wait, come Easter…>
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<HansLynx> ::laughs at Tasha’s statment::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> ::speeds to Enforcer HQ pulls up out front:: someone wanna take him in while I keep it runnin?
<FletchRyder> ::holds the tape still poised in front of the kitten’s nose, gaze sternly fixed on him and does mean to keep him intimidated until the moment he’s out of his sight::
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<StormcrowMerle> ((Lo!))
<FletchRyder> ((Y’ello, Ash!))
<HansLynx> ((Hey Ash!))
<Ash_D_Wolf> ((Hey guys))
<TashaForge> ((hey!))
<Ash_D_Wolf> ((I finally made it to the new RP room! ::weeps with joy XD:: ))
<HansLynx> I think I better. ::grins, gets out of the car and opens door, side of which Fletch is on::
<TashaForge> ((lol! yeah…waaaaay late))
<Ash_D_Wolf> ((<Ash> My RP clock is ticking like a timebomb! What do you have to say for yourself? <Mun> I thought it was a biological clock? <Ash> ::bites Mun:: ))
<FletchRyder> ::eyes stray from the kit to look at Hans opening the door. slowly backs out of his seat onto the sidewalk, then says flatly to Hans:: If he makes any sudden moves, shoot him.
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<HansLynx> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ::smirks. watching them get him out. hopes that brat gets a flogging XD::
<StormcrowMerle> ::watches them too, feeling very mixed emotions::
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::unbuckles and practically jumps into Hans willingly::
<HansLynx> ::laughs again at that:: Sure thing, Ryder. ::reaches in to unbuckle and grab up the kit in his arms again, flinging over his shoulder::
<Ash_D_Wolf> ((So how’ve you guys been?))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Pretty well here. Yourself?))
* StormcrowMerle sets mode: +o Ash_D_Wolf
<TashaForge> ((good here.))
<FletchRyder> <ElfKit> ::flung over his shoulder and carried to certain juvenile imprisonment::
<FletchRyder> ((Fabulouso. :) ))
<Ash_D_Wolf> ((Good here. Finally got my Christmas shopping done before the crowds get too…well, you know what I mean :P))
<HansLynx> ::takes the kit inside EHQ he does, explaining the situation… then getting laughed at… then he gets angry and tells them they need to find his parents pronto at least! which they agree to. after 20 minutes, exits EHQ looking miffed::
<HansLynx> ::gets back into the car and shuts door::
<TashaForge> Whu oh..what happened?
<FletchRyder> ::stares the kit down all the way to the door, fists clenching and unclenching. apparently didn’t take too kindly to nearly being a toasted marshmallow to that Prancer::
<HansLynx> They laughed at my report of the incident. BUT they will find his parents…
<StormcrowMerle> Well, that’s something. ::leans back in her seat::
<FletchRyder> ::growls some, getting in the car before his feet take him into EHQ::
<TashaForge> ::rolls eyes:: well next time let them deal with the brat when he wants presents early
<HansLynx> Exactly.
<HansLynx> ((and I need to go ::about to drop X_x::))
<Ash_D_Wolf> ((<Fletch> And now that I’ve flung this Elf Costume Kit over my shoulder, behold! ::does a Sailor Moon-esque transformation and becomes an elf:: What’cha think? <Hans> I think my eyes need some bleach after seeing you dress up using that method))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((And, yeah, I’m feeling that too.))
<HansLynx> ((Night all, and Merry Christmas!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Fletch> ::in elf garb:: I love smiling! Smiling’s my favorite!))
<Ash_D_Wolf> ((Well, nights to you all!))