ic American Vikings

[Tiffany Korta]

The Hunter Museum of Natural History, Freedom City

10:00am, 23rd February 2015

With a silent roar the skeletal head of the dinosaur popped out of the door just behind those fleeing the museum. It snapped lazily at them as  they leaved, not showing any particular desire to show them harm. A few students had to been gently hustled away from such an amazing sight.

 

With a final push it freed itself from the museums wooden door and stood on the stair marble stairs looking around with empty eye sockets at Freedom City.

[MisterShoebox]

Henry Gibson Trent, AKA Phantasmo, THE UNLIVING,  was not a complicated man, not really. He enjoyed the occasional beer, a cup of tea with whiskey in it, and entertaining hoboes with various feats of mysticism and occasionally listening to headbanger tunes on an old boombox a friend of his rigged up.

 

So when he decided to go out and see the sights one day on the advice of another dear friend of his, the LAST thing he expected to see was an enormous dinosaur skeleton running out of a museum, chasing several screaming museum-goers.

 

The zombie did his version of a blink - the lights in his empty sockets dimmed slightly then brightened again - and he rubbed his goatee in mild surprise at the scene. "Well. That's...that's new." 

Edited February 19, 2015 by MisterShoebox

[Exaccus]

Hale sighed tiredly as he relaxed on the municiple bench, decked out in the midnight black armour and with aldonite at his side, it'd been a while now since he'd watched the portal to Greenland close behind Arna, some small part of him was ashamed at what a pushover he'd been, taking her to freedom city on a whim on what was supposed to be a casual visit; but the rest of him was delighted he had the freedom to do such things and someone to share them with.

 

He figured he'd rest a moment more before begining the arduous task of pushing his powers to open a portal home and go back to trudging the rainslick streets of wiltshire, ever on patrol against the predations of the once and future kings.

 

Then a skeletal T-rex stomped past and made his life complicated.

 

<Ahhh....bother.>

 

Pushing himself to his feet and drawing aldonite he follows after the living fossil to see what all the fuss is about.

[caelcormac]

“Lets go to the natural history museum, you said. It’ll be fun, you said.†griped Jason Stack as he started to remove his jacket and loosen up his tie. He was speaking to his partner, Aaron Lundgren who was standing next to him with his jaw hanging open and a look of awe on his face. The crack legal team of Stack and Lundgren had been in the area meeting a client and had decided that it would be a good idea to swing by the museum on their way back to the office for lunch and to delay doing some paperwork. Or rather, Aaron had decided that and was dragging Jason along with him.

“So now I’m going to go and make sure some school kids don’t get eaten.†Jason continued, handing his jacket to his parter who was too busy staring to take it, eventually causing Jason to just drape it over the man’s head and start walking towards the giant skeleton. “Try not to get stepped on or anything.â€

“Wait!†cried out Aaron, pulling the jacket off of his head to show Jason the pleading look on his face. “Don’t break it! It’s a valuable piece of history!†he cried out.

“Your obsession with dinosaurs has been noted Aaron!†Jason called back as he stomped towards the museum entrance, rolling up his sleeves as he went. “I’m still not going with you to see the new Jurassic Park!â€

[MisterShoebox]

Not being the type to let a 65-million-year-old beastie chomp-chomp-chomp on innocent people, Phantasmo decided to attempt to stop it, like you do. Choosing for once to forgo the usual laugh and shrieking (time and a place, and when Evil Zombie Barney is chasing people that's definitely not the place), the zombie 'ported right behind the massive skeleton and threw a hastily conjured lasso of magical scarves he conjured from his sleeves, hoping to trip it up....

 

...aaaaand he missed by a mile. "Sod!" he cursed, but paused when he spotted Black Knight and Jason. He 'ported over to them, all smiles. "Oh, hello, BK. Good to see you again!" he greeted the young hero and pumped his hand in a vigorous shake. "First skeletal vikings, then skeletal dinosaurs - Life's never dull when you're around, duckie!" 

 

Not missing a beat, Phantasmo  turned and 'ported over to the giant blue man. "And hello to you too, chummy! Phantasmo the Unliving, master of macabre magic, at your service." Again with the vigorous handshaking. 

Edited March 2, 2015 by MisterShoebox

[Tiffany Korta]

Phantasmo attempt to bound the creature were foiled by both the creatures movement and the gaps between it’s ancient bones. In response the creature attempted to turn itself around, in a surprisingly agile move, to attempt to nip the undead hero with it’s massive dagger like teeths. Luckily the massive jaws fell just short of the hero snapping the air.

[Exaccus]

For Hale to say he was surprised to see phantasmo there fighting the skeletal t-rex would be a lie, having gone through so much in such a short time it was really more of and intriguing footnote, holding off on replying immediately he instead draws his sword and in a single sweeping slash opens up his corridor of swirling darkness before him and takes a short leap through, reappearing next to one of the massive petrified shins of the ancient creature he lashes out, only a moments hesitation at defacing what might well have been a irreplaceable bit of natural history as he tests tyrants mettle on aldonites steel.

 

"Well-met phantasmo, Friend of thine?" he asks gesturing to the behemoth above even as winds up for his next strike, aldonite's patterning blazing like a purple brand as its magics well up in the blade.

Edited March 20, 2015 by Exaccus

[Tiffany Korta]

Black’s Knights sword bit true and some of the fossilized bones shattered spraying him of shards of rock. In response the T-Rex gave a silent defiant roar of displeasure.

 

From the shadow of the doors came a slow clapping as out came a figure of a man dressed in the traditional manner of a Skin Head, Bomber Jacket, White T-shirt, Black Combat held up with braces and shiny black bovver boots, The only things looking out of place was a plain looking piece of jewelry worn round his neck.

 

“I come all the way across the pond just to run into some pouncy Knight. Well he’s a nice London welcome for you.†he spoke with a broad London accent

 

Moving with a surprising speed for his size he sauntered over to Black Knight and taking hold of the hero head smashed it into his raised knee.

[MisterShoebox]

Now, this was a thing that Phantasmo did NOT like. At all. Bashing buddies is NOT okay.

 

He took a deep breath and let out his customary bone-chilling laugh. "AAAAAAAHAAAAA-HEHEHEHEHEHEEEE! NOW THE ACT BEGINS!"

 

The zombie 'ported a good distance away from the bruiser, and spread his hands. There was a beat, and suddenly a flock of skeletal, rotting doves burst forth from his sleeves to descend biting and clawing onto the burley man who was whupping on BK. 

 

He grinned savagely as this happened, and said in his normal voice - "And take that to the bank, you - *VERY NAUGHTY WORD*".

 

No ugly sod's gonna whup on HIS buddy, NO SIR.  

[Exaccus]

Having been taken entirely be suprise by the sudden appearance of, of all things a skinhead, it took him a moment to realize he'd even had his a knee brought to his chin, the blow was fortunately barely enough to get through the protections his armour provided and easily shrugged off. "Prithee may i hast another?" he responds condescendingly as he brings his sword sweeping in low towards the distracted baffoon, hoping to unbalance him with the instinctive fear of the weapons bite; he was quite surprised when the skinhead managed to avoid his blow but determined not to be out done he thrusts the sword up and with a cry of "Sup upon the asphalt, knave." unleashes the pent up wrath of aldonite in a pitch black tide of energies that was out and over the animated skeleton and its apparent master in a massive hemisphere of roiling purple-black darkness that safely passes over phantasmo and the blue gentleman helping keep civilians away from the site of the battle. 

 

His biggest expenditure of power yet, even Hale is slightly awed by the size and terrifying majesty of the blades new-found strength.

[Tiffany Korta]

Black Knights attack seemed to wash over Bovver Boy and his undead dinosaur without any apparent ill effects, in fact all it seemed to do is irritate him even more.

 

“Can’t a bloke nick something from a museum without some poncy knight trying to stop him?†you couldn’t tell if he was being completely serious.

 

To emphasise the point he brought both his hands either sides of Black Knights head snapping them against his side.

[R. Bluefish]

When Starlight first saw the news report on a TV in a shop window about a skeletal dinosaur rampaging at the museum, she wasn't going to do anything. It wasn't exactly the type of thing she usually dealt with, and the heroes already present seemed to have things well in hand.

 

She blinked when the skinhead showed up. That was unexpected. While the other heroes still seemed to be on top, the fight no longer seemed quite so one-sided. Another moment passed, then she sighed. Oh, what the hell. When am I going to get another chance to fight a skinhead and a dinosaur? She concentrated briefly, and with a blinding flash of light, vanished.

 

She materialized airborne, fifty feet above the battle below. She shook herself, slightly disoriented, then looked down. Yeah...that's a dinosaur all right.

[MisterShoebox]

RIght, well - time to be theatrical. The bastard was currently dazed - no reason not to add insult to injury. "AAAAAAAHHHHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AND THE CURTAIN IS ABOUT TO FALL!" Phantasmo crowed as he 'ported up to the man with the undead dinosaur. If nothing else, this should provide a good distraction, the zombie thought as he landed on the back of the dino.

 

 

"EEEEEYYYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" - Plus, he really, really liked to do that. 

[Tiffany Korta]

For a sixty-five million year old fossil the dinosaur was more agile that it would first appear, maybe it was because she was just bone, but apparently she was quicker than the more recently deceased. Spinning around she managed to catch Phantasmo full on with the side of her head sending the undead magician flying.

 

Helpfully one of the police cruiser, who had just turned up and were forming a cordon, stop Phantasmo from traveling to far.

[R. Bluefish]

Starlight winced when she saw the dinosaur clip the magician with a painful-looking blow. Ouch. That looked like it hurt. Tucking her arms in close to her body, she flew straight down towards the huge creature, then pulled up directly in front of it's skull. "Right here, bony!" she shouted, swerving back and forth tantalizingly, hoping to distract it. She only stayed there for a moment before rocketing up out of reach again, gathering energy in her fists, and unleashing a blast of brilliant white light down at the monster. I hope the museum has this thing insured or something, she thought. Not sure I can pay the repair bill.

[Exaccus]

Jonathan found himself biting his lip as yet again his world span and his helmet clanked loudly under bovverboys blows, frustration welling in his mind from the pain and slight disorientation he is vaguely aware of it when Aldonite Exerts its influence, mind briefly flashing back to that mountaintop in Greenland, to the long dead spectre of feigr iss and the pain of his draining touch, tightening his grip on the sword he lets the cold fury of the memory grip him as he lashes out with the blade clumsily towards his irksome foe, the steel disappearing into a yawning void of swirling snow and ice even as its flat careened towards the side of the infuriating man's head with a snarl and all the hunger of the long dead for warmth and light.

[Tiffany Korta]

The skinhead gave a little grin as his fossil sent the undead wizard flying backwards off the steps of the museum into the cordon.

 

“Look’s like I broke you pouncy little magician, let’s see if we can do the same for you tin can.”

Stepping back up to the foe he’d been fighting he gave Black Knight a massive kick with his booted feet, causing a loud clang as the blow struck his armour. As he did he gave a come on gesture with his hands both to his current foe and seeking some form of recognition from the crowd.

[MisterShoebox]

Dazed, but not severely wounded, Phantasmo got up and dusted himself off, politely refuting the attempts of the police officers to see if he was okay. "Arsehole," he muttered in regards to his opinion on  Bovver Boy.

 

Having had enough, he 'ported to where Bovver boy was located - yup, the skinhead still acting like a right c**t, true enough - and conjured a razor-sharp playing card. "TRY THIS ON FOR SIZE, DUCKIE!" the zombie yelled as he flicked the card with unerring accuracy at one of Bovver Boy's raised hands. 

[Tiffany Korta]

The undead dinosaur seemed to shake it’s head as if it was trying to clear it non brain from something, obviously Bovver Boy was somehow connected with the T-Rex on quite a fundamental level. It did manage to recover enough to be able to attack them again.

The creature was continuing to weave around in quite a agile manner managing to move it’s bulk around to be able to attack it’s nearest foes. It’s massive jaws snapped but closed on thin air with a massive crack.

Maybe the battle was starting to turn in their favour?

 

[R. Bluefish]

Starlight saw the T-Rex seem to be shaken for a moment when the skinhead was hurt. Okay, so he's animating or controlling it somehow? Does that mean that if we just take him out...She changed targets, abandoning her attack on the dinosaur, instead swinging around in midair, clapping her fists together, and releasing a blazing bolt of energy straight at the bald guy. He already looked like he was stunned from the magician's attack, so she hoped this would be enough to put him down and out.

It was. The blast sent him flying, and seemed to take care of the skeletal monster as well. She waited a moment, making sure they were really down, then descended to earth. Her boots tapped against the ground as she landed, and she brushed her hair back from her face. "Well...that was a first," she said.

[Exaccus]

taking a moment to catch his breath he banishes his sword into the small dimensional pocket he recently discovered he has access too and rests his hands on his knees taking a few deep breaths to clear his head and settle his stomach before chiming in. "I fear its not over yet; This was far too easy." as he strolls over to bovverboys sprawled form "Or at the very least not complicated enough." as he examines the weird necklace the deplorable ruffian was wearing.

"Seems a might out of place." he mumbles as he reaches for it with a gauntlet clad hand, intending to banish it to the void alongside the sword until he can turn it over.

[MisterShoebox]

Phantasmo felt like he had been quiet for a while, so piped up as he saw his young friend poke the necklace. "Steady on, BK-me-lad - Remember the unpleasantness with the viking ghosts?" He shuddered theatrically. "Fun to whup on, duckie, but a lot of it resulted in poking stuff that should not be poked, you know."

He 'ports over to Brovver Boy's unconcious form and nudged it with his foot, being a total hypocrite. "...Seems this chap's out cold, though." 

[Tiffany Korta]

Indeed the British thug seemed to be out cool now surrounded by a pile of fossil bones that had caused you all troubles only a moment before. How a small time thug like Bovver Boy could actually pull off a stunt like controlling a dinosaur was quite obvious and merely glowing away.

Sat around his neck was an oversized necklace consisting of a carved stone around a simple leather strap. It wasn’t difficult to tell that the item originally came from, it’s carving was obviously viking in nature with the normal prerequisite runes carved on its surface.

[Exaccus]

Eying the piece of runed up rock through his visor for a moment he ponders maybe learning a little bit more about magic if it was going to be constantly thrown in his face like this, now a little worried about this amulet thing maybe turning him into a necromancer skinhead too he puts off on grabbing the rock a little bit "Oh hey, person whos name i don't know, Thanks for the assist." he says with a big thumbs up "Don't suppose you know anything about Vikings perchance?" before turning to Phantasmo "You don't think Erik the red is still upset with us and is now sending Viking cultist skinheads our way for great vengeance or something do you? I mean he sent us to go beat up that greenlandic ghost..."

Having quite accidentally made himself feel anxious with that otherwise comical line of thought his reflexes take over and before a chance for either of his compatriots to reply he grasps the amulet by its rocky centrepiece and  pulls it over bovverboys head.

[MisterShoebox]

Phantasmo raised what would have been his eyebrow. "You sure that's a wise choice, duckie?" he asked the younger hero. "If it drove this chap 'round the bend..."

He shrugged and 'ported close to the Knight. "Ah, well - I'm sure you know what you're doing, old boy. That pigsticker of yours would have reacted if you didn't...uh...right?" He asked cautiously, eying the sword. "It's...you know, magical and dedicated to protecting the weak as you are, right?" 

Edited June 24, 2015 by MisterShoebox