Operation Phoenix: Wake-Up Call "Damn." "Damndamndamndamndamn." Windigo the Feral (NYAR!) was not in the most pleasant of moods. Apparently the power had cut out, disabling the alarm clock and causing her to wake up two hours late. Thank the Three she woke up when she did, or she'd have missed Shard's flight; the fact his arrival time was in an hour, combined with the fact it took half an hour to get to the airport, didn't help matters. Windigo stumbled to the kitchen, got some coffee, and looked in the fridge. Damn. No milk. She mused that this resembled something that happened in an SOD song and wondered how the day could get worse. As she walked to the Elly, she saw--the electricity had been cut (till the generator kicked back in, of course...Thank the Three for Honda), and the sponge-minion responsible was nearby. He attempted to jump her, and with a few slashes that problem was taken care of. Still, she couldn't seem to shake the feeling she was being watched. She also sensed the Wyrm, almost like she was locked in a room full of B'Harne dolls, but ther wasn't anything there...fucking creepy in any case. She got in the Elly, popped in some Lizzy Borden, and tried to relax a bit, still grumbling about sneckheads who want to play electrician... ****************************************************************************** Driving down I-65, she could have swore that the sky darkened a bit, and out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw sometthing resembling a giant brick by the local megachurch. Prolly lack of caffiene... In any case, she made it to the airport, where she was greeted with a nice motice: BRITISH AIRWAYS 301 LONDON-SDF TERRORIST BOMBING Awww...SHIT. "DEMON! BEAST!" She then looked out, and saw what appeared to be a black Voodoo jet which appeared to be piloted by a Big Military Guy Type. So Shard had found a ride after all. Heh. ;) She watched the plane land, and attempted to go to the terminal. "Lady?" "Huh?" she replied. "You'll need to leave those here." "Leave WHAT here?" "THe battleclaws, ma'am." "They're licensed." Windigo showed the guard, whose uniform seemed an off colour...almost B'Harne purple. "Uh, those licenses got revoked by order..." "WHOSE order?" "The manager's, ma'am." "Revoke THIS!" she shouted as she proceeded to rip the guy into confetti. She stormed off towards the terminal, upon which she met up with what apparently was a black, bipedal lizard. "Scum...you killed one of the Law!" the lizard shouted. "You don't look none like Judge Dredd...HAH!...aaaow, SHITSHITSHIT!" Windigo shouted as she slashed the lizard, and found out that its blood BURNT. Her left hand was already beginning to redden. THe lizard grinned. "Now, you die." Windigo was getting extremely pissed. "You little bastard..." Windigo took out the sword she had but never really used (claws are more fun ;) that she kept around just in case. The battleclaws were really starting to hurt. Windigo walked up to the lizard, hand outstretched. The lizard looked at her, confused. Windigo continued to walk towards the lizard, shit-eating grin on the face. The lizard tentatively reached out his hand. Windigo spun around, grabbed its hand, and shouted "SUCKER!" as she proceeded to decapitate the lizard. She then jumped back DAMN quick, but not before a little blood splashed on the other hand. The now-disembodied lizard head grinned at her. Windigo stared, disbelieving. This was RECOCKULOUS. That thing should be DEAD. SHe raised her other weapon, the Sacred Axe of Lizzy, but before she could swing it down she saw a sword split the head... "Shard! Nice to see ya." "How ya doin', hon?" he said. "Fine, save for the fact my hands are burning like fuck and a lizard just tried to attack me...." She removed her battleclaws, and saw that where the blood had touched her hands it was beginning to blister, and the skin in her left hand was even charred slightly in places; the tips of her claws looked blackened, as if singed. The Owsenite on the battleclaws themselves looked pitted, as if someone had splashed the things with acid. "Lemme wash my hands real quick...prolly nothing a little Bactine won't cure, but still." She washed her hands, hugged Shardik, and was about to passionately kiss him when the beeper started... Throwing a bit inn the story kitty, I am (tm) -- -Windigo The Feral (NYAR!) Jihaddi, AHWW Cyberpack Member, Spam-Hunter and unrepentant fan of 2000AD, Poison Elves and Lizzy Borden. ;) PGP Key upon request. No codes yet. ;) *Notice: Unsolicited commercial email is subject to archival fee of $200 US per message--mailing denotes acceptance of these terms.* Rip the system.