Wiregeek: I like this plan! I'm excited to be part of it. Let's do it!
Valles: forgive me if I misremembered something or mischaracterized a bit. My chatlog wasn't on that day, so I'm working from memory here.
Right, so, there we are, both of us taking it in the face as we head out to lay the smack down on villainy. The doc -- Kentucky Smith to most, but I think of
him as the doc -- the doc's better at takin' it than I am, though I think I got the edge on him in damage output.
Well, it helps that I'm on fire, right? That's how I got my nickname, y'know. I wreck things, I burn... I wanted Cannonball, but the old gang
said Flaming Wreckage was better.
Chap named Iridium Horizon's along with us, laying his own version of smack. Me an' the Doc, we get up close and personal, beat on 'em, real
direct-like, y'know? This Iridium guy -- never did get a look at his face, but he's big and tough-looking -- wasn't like that. He hung back,
waved his hands a bit, and conjured up ... stuff. Lots of stuff. Which he chucked at our targets. Was pretty cool, if I say so myself. And I'll never
forget seeing a forklift slam a thug through a wall. Wish I could do that.
We're in th'Hollows, which is a nice enough part of town if you ask me. Some great views there. We hop from one place to 'nother, cleaning out
old offices and whatnot, and in general havin' a great time. For a brainy type, the doc's pretty cool, and ruthless with those fists. Almost makes me
wanna go back to school.
Well, not really, but 's a nice thought.
One of our little jobs is to recover some stolen magic thingies. I don't do magic. I can appreciate it an' all, but it's just not my thing. So
when the doc tells me to keep an eye out for magic artifacts, I just nod and smile. Right.
So we plow through the office like weasels on crack. These guys, they're wimps. With Iridium gluing them to the floor, an' the doc and I pounding on
'em like they was our own personal speedbags, it's not long at all before the last one is tagged and bagged and we're sorting through the debris
for those missing whatever-they-are's.
The doc's gushing over some gaudy bauble he pulled out of a shattered display case. I spot another one on the balcony and jump up there to grab it.
It's a bracelet of some sort, covered with that funky writing and all. Gotta be what he's lookin' for, so I grab it and come back downstairs just
in time to catch Iridium trying to stay awake while the doc babbles on about Atlantis, or something, I dunno.
"Hey, doc, this what you're lookin' for?" I say to break the stream of babble, juggling the bracelet from hand to hand. What can I say, I
fidget a lot.
He looks at me, then turns to stone. Not literally, but if he could've, he would've. "Put. That. Down," he commands.
I glance down, puzzled. It's just a bracelet, dunno what the -- oh. I'm still on fire. And the bracelet is starting to look a little crispy
'round the edges.
"Right!" I say, and drop it into his outstretched hand. "Sorry 'bout that."
Heh. Oops.
A bit later, there we are, cleaning Frostfire's house, and after I lay a particularly nice right on the guy I was fighting, sending him to dreamland, and
the doc lays what sounds like a whole series of blows on his target, sending him through a decorative planter, we're left standing there in a frost-covered
room staring at this... altar-thingy. It's glowing and humming and doing whatever it is magic things usually do, I guess. The doc's all excited
'bout it, rambling about Sumerian deconstructionism or some such stuff -- I really have no idea.
"So doc," I ask, "what are we supposed to DO with it?"
"What you always do with magical wards," he replies calmly. "Break them."
"I can -do- that," I reply with a grin, and I lay into it. It's a tough altar-thingy; I'm there beating on it for a while, and Iridium's
bouncing crud off it, and it's at least a minute or so before I realize the doc is hanging back.
"Hey, doc," I begin, and that's about all I get out before the altar-thingy gives up the fight and lets all the boom out. There's a lot of
boom, too much for my fire to block. I decide that's as good a time as any to take a little nap.
After a couple minutes of scraping myself back together, I stagger to my feet and give the doc my best glare. "Didja know it was gonna do that?" I
ask him.
He nods. Figures. "I suspected it would, yes." He looks at me innocently. "You didn't know?"
Ah, the doc. What a character. I add 'altar-thingies' to my list of Stuff To Avoid in the future. Hanging out with the doc has made that list grow
pretty fast... if I was the suspicious sort, I'd say he's doin' this stuff on purpose. But the doc's a nice guy, and I define the word
'unlucky' anyway, so I know it's just a coincidence.
And hey, it's better than the alternative. With him along, least I know nothing I get dropped on me 's gonna be permanent, right? 'e's a
doctor after all, ain't he?
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
Valles: forgive me if I misremembered something or mischaracterized a bit. My chatlog wasn't on that day, so I'm working from memory here.
Right, so, there we are, both of us taking it in the face as we head out to lay the smack down on villainy. The doc -- Kentucky Smith to most, but I think of
him as the doc -- the doc's better at takin' it than I am, though I think I got the edge on him in damage output.
Well, it helps that I'm on fire, right? That's how I got my nickname, y'know. I wreck things, I burn... I wanted Cannonball, but the old gang
said Flaming Wreckage was better.
Chap named Iridium Horizon's along with us, laying his own version of smack. Me an' the Doc, we get up close and personal, beat on 'em, real
direct-like, y'know? This Iridium guy -- never did get a look at his face, but he's big and tough-looking -- wasn't like that. He hung back,
waved his hands a bit, and conjured up ... stuff. Lots of stuff. Which he chucked at our targets. Was pretty cool, if I say so myself. And I'll never
forget seeing a forklift slam a thug through a wall. Wish I could do that.
We're in th'Hollows, which is a nice enough part of town if you ask me. Some great views there. We hop from one place to 'nother, cleaning out
old offices and whatnot, and in general havin' a great time. For a brainy type, the doc's pretty cool, and ruthless with those fists. Almost makes me
wanna go back to school.
Well, not really, but 's a nice thought.
One of our little jobs is to recover some stolen magic thingies. I don't do magic. I can appreciate it an' all, but it's just not my thing. So
when the doc tells me to keep an eye out for magic artifacts, I just nod and smile. Right.
So we plow through the office like weasels on crack. These guys, they're wimps. With Iridium gluing them to the floor, an' the doc and I pounding on
'em like they was our own personal speedbags, it's not long at all before the last one is tagged and bagged and we're sorting through the debris
for those missing whatever-they-are's.
The doc's gushing over some gaudy bauble he pulled out of a shattered display case. I spot another one on the balcony and jump up there to grab it.
It's a bracelet of some sort, covered with that funky writing and all. Gotta be what he's lookin' for, so I grab it and come back downstairs just
in time to catch Iridium trying to stay awake while the doc babbles on about Atlantis, or something, I dunno.
"Hey, doc, this what you're lookin' for?" I say to break the stream of babble, juggling the bracelet from hand to hand. What can I say, I
fidget a lot.
He looks at me, then turns to stone. Not literally, but if he could've, he would've. "Put. That. Down," he commands.
I glance down, puzzled. It's just a bracelet, dunno what the -- oh. I'm still on fire. And the bracelet is starting to look a little crispy
'round the edges.
"Right!" I say, and drop it into his outstretched hand. "Sorry 'bout that."
Heh. Oops.
A bit later, there we are, cleaning Frostfire's house, and after I lay a particularly nice right on the guy I was fighting, sending him to dreamland, and
the doc lays what sounds like a whole series of blows on his target, sending him through a decorative planter, we're left standing there in a frost-covered
room staring at this... altar-thingy. It's glowing and humming and doing whatever it is magic things usually do, I guess. The doc's all excited
'bout it, rambling about Sumerian deconstructionism or some such stuff -- I really have no idea.
"So doc," I ask, "what are we supposed to DO with it?"
"What you always do with magical wards," he replies calmly. "Break them."
"I can -do- that," I reply with a grin, and I lay into it. It's a tough altar-thingy; I'm there beating on it for a while, and Iridium's
bouncing crud off it, and it's at least a minute or so before I realize the doc is hanging back.
"Hey, doc," I begin, and that's about all I get out before the altar-thingy gives up the fight and lets all the boom out. There's a lot of
boom, too much for my fire to block. I decide that's as good a time as any to take a little nap.
After a couple minutes of scraping myself back together, I stagger to my feet and give the doc my best glare. "Didja know it was gonna do that?" I
ask him.
He nods. Figures. "I suspected it would, yes." He looks at me innocently. "You didn't know?"
Ah, the doc. What a character. I add 'altar-thingies' to my list of Stuff To Avoid in the future. Hanging out with the doc has made that list grow
pretty fast... if I was the suspicious sort, I'd say he's doin' this stuff on purpose. But the doc's a nice guy, and I define the word
'unlucky' anyway, so I know it's just a coincidence.
And hey, it's better than the alternative. With him along, least I know nothing I get dropped on me 's gonna be permanent, right? 'e's a
doctor after all, ain't he?
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs