One Hell of a Town: Main Thread [Exploding Cars And Whatnot]

[AbsolutlyAngelic]

"Pretty fast," As called back, not seeming very surprised by Silas' sudden transformation, "My legs are really strong!" She gave Silas a long stare for a moment, as if trying to figure out the extent of his transformations, but then grinned and ran even faster.

[Travosh]

If As was watching carefully, she would be able to note it seemed like Silas' knees faced almost backwards, giving his legs an animal appearance, if it weren't that as the legs went down they thinned down, turning into the maximum running efficiency shape of a prosthetic, powered by Silas' inhuman muscle strength this lent him tremendous speed. "Want to bother with the girl about to get ran over or ignore her?" he yelled back

[AbsolutlyAngelic]

"Might as well bother her!" As called back, "If she can't deflect it, it should be our civic duty to step in and save her or something, but if she can, well, then we get to see a new way of fighting off a car and that's always useful." There might have been a joke in there somewhere, but this was As and she might actually want to know another way to "fight" a car. Wolves weren't all that noticeable from cars.

[Travosh]

Silas nodded, altering course slightly to come hurtling towards the tied up girl, skidding to a halt next to it and kicking up gravel as his legs returned tot their human shape. 'What the... are those lamps alive or something?!' he thought, staring at their very active role at holding the girl captive. Do I give up more of what I can do and use the quick method, or do this the old fashioned way. Deciding old fashioned would allow the trapped girl to show off whatever she might have, Silas began altering his form as mass flowed through him in its traditional rippling wave into his arms. Bulking outwards considerably and forming what looked to be a blackened shell as his arms and hands grew grotesquely out of proportion to the rest of him, imbuing him with strength as he gripped the post and began to pull...

[Pharmacy]

Although it was an unusually large field of daisies, Shannon, being the methodical outsider as she were, managed to finish off every single flower as far as she could see. The plants were incredibly colorful and tasty - a grassy taste with a beautiful after-finish of sweet chlorophyll. Her verdict: positively delicious! If there was a comment card and a pen nearby, she would totally, unabashedly, give this lovely brunch an authentic five stars.

Just when she went scrabbling up for customer service, she met eye-to-eye with a very irate man. He was a pudgy forty-something year old with graying hair and a wide-brim hat. His uniform and thick gloves indicated him to be an employee, specifically a gardener of this portion of the park. Obviously, he was annoyed.

On the other hand, Shannon was elated. "HI!" And she basically rocketed to standing position. In a flash, she was behind the gardener - her arms sloped around his neck as though he was her Very Close Friend and she totally had not met him in a very long time. "Whooooooooooo are you?"

The gardener was not pleased at this encroachment of personal space, let alone the fact that every single daisy was suspiciously void. He had the very strong suspicion that this strange lady probably had something to do with the missing flowers. After all, he did saw her eat them.

"You goddamn ate my flowers." He hissed.

"And your cheeks are floppy." Immediately, the gardener found his jowls experimentally tugged in various directions. It was not painful at all, but it was certainly annoying as hell. "You remind me of pancakes, can I call you Pancakes?" Shannon giggled.

The gardener wriggled out of her nefariously gloved grasp. "My name is not Pancakes," the man grumbled. "My name is -- OH FOR PETE'S SAKE" The gardener found Shannon once again around his neck her legs grasping around his sides in a hasty playful piggyback. Considering the amount of fabrics she is wearing is about his weight, her pouncing effectively pinned her down on the ground. "Would you let me go."

Shannon found his struggling hilarious and his protests charming - which gave her more incentive to jump around him. Pretty soon, the two tumbled on the ground - the gardener spouting profanities like a foul-mouthed sprinkler and Shannon giggling non-stop like a fat kid in the candy store. The impromptu wrestling showdown obviously drew some strange glances - some of them more curious than others.

[AbsolutlyAngelic]

As stared at Silas. She wasn't sure what to think of him. He is ability was... different. She shook her head.
"Let me help,"As went over to Silas and helped pull, "My arms are strong, like I've said."

[Dragon Fogel]

Barbam laughed. That beast had been easy to dispatch. He was about to return to the park and repeat his call for challengers, when he heard a rumbling noise in the distance.

He turned towards the source. A large tank was driving along the street towards him, and in its path was a young woman struggling to lift a bag from the ground.

"Fear not, fair lady!" he shouted, running towards Animus. "I shall save you from this ferocious beast!"

[Nameless1]

Ok, now she's attacking the gardener for no particular reason, that's...not normal. This girl has issues.

She didn't know WHAT this girls problem was but she definitely had one. Normalcy was irrelevant, this needed to stop. She nudged Todd gently.

"So I think we both agree that the longer this continues, the worse it'll get. I'll take the girl if you'll handle the guy." She whispered to him.

[~|CptPorkins|~]

"Deal." Todd replied, ceasing his incessant scratching at the rash on his arms, the skin of which was begin to flake, revealing even worse skin. He advanced on the gardener, who'd managed to at least stand up, although with Shannon still attached to his face. Using his knowledge of pressure points (Which only amounted to 'poke them in the ribs to make them giggle') He managed to get the girl off of the gardener long enough to step between them. The only issue now was that Shannon was trying to climb over him to get to the Gardener

[Pharmacy]

Like a squirming toy-dog, Shannon tossed and wriggled, a commotion of clothes and glee. The tourist was not strong or flexible enough slip out of Todd's grasp. Unfortunately, for the man with the razor, Shannon was...kind of heavy to say the least, effectively pinning the poor man underneath her agitated bulk. Although, it was surprising to notice - the mass did not seem to come from the clothes at all.

Being the attention-deficit madam she was, Shannon promptly forgot about the pondering Dateel (who was slowly planning her solution to this little fiasco) and even the gardener (who was just..staring). Shannon was attempting to climb to the highest point of the hill - the hill being Todd's head. Wait, this was no hill, this was a MOUNTAIN.

"Dammit, get off him." The gardener hissed as he finally planned his action. The warden of this park attempted to grab the tourist off - although it was somewhat hindered by Shannon's flailing limbs of excitement. Eventually, the gardener managed to get her left leg, just her left leg - essentially stalling the stranger from reaching the apex of Todd.

Shannon was wondering why she was making no progress at all.

[Godbot]

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Theresa called over her shoulder as a couple of improbably buff teenagers uprooted one of the lampposts wrapped around her and discarded it. It writhed around like the stupidest possible earthworm for a bit before finding a nice mailbox and coiling around it. That was nice of them and all, but who on earth were these kids supposed to be?

The other lamppost yanked her off her feet as the cars’ engines revved sharply, and suddenly that stopped mattering. Theresa wriggled one of her arms free and reached out to catch a beam of red light from a patch of the park’s grass, giving her the ‘supple’ data she needed to squirm free of the unusually clingy lamppost.

As she landed on the sidewalk, she grabbed a creased old nine of spades from her pocket, pulled the ‘flammable’ data from it and planted it in one of the cars. As the second car took off towards her, an internal explosion violently rocked the first one, and its hood burst open, spewing smoke and flames.

“Stand back,” she said distractedly as she rolled up her sleeves and took two strides towards the street. As the remaining car hurtled towards her, she pulled the ‘fragile’ data out of her playing card and put both hands out. A beam of green light shot from her hand, twirled once around a beam of red light coming from the car, and transferred its ‘fragile’ data into the car just as Theresa received the car’s ‘sturdy’ data just in time to meet it head-on with her fist.

In the span of a second, the car buckled, caved in, and finally shattered like a toothpick sculpture in a woodchipper, hurling a spray of brittle, crumbly, technically-still-metal shrapnel both across the street and past her into the park.

She waited for just a moment with a small smile on her face before reaching over her shoulder and using the ‘sturdy’ data to freeze the possessed lamppost in place just seconds before it hit her again.

“Yes!” she cheered, allowing herself a rather unprofessional fistpump. “How do you like that?” she demanded, pointing triumphantly at Animus and Barbam. “Now then, are you going to – OH GOD, WHY,” she yelped as a carefully-aimed tank shell demolished the car she’d disabled a moment ago.

“Attention assholes,” someone with a megaphone yelled from inside the police tank as police cars flooded the nearest streets. “Get down on the ground now. This is an order.”

“They actually brought tanks?” cried Theresa, who had somehow managed to take cover behind Silas while they were talking. “Who does that?”

[Travosh]

Silas raised an eyebrow at being called a child, he knew he looked skinny but sheesh! Giving his standard pokerface as Animus demolished the cars with what appeared to be a laser light show culminating in a punch, he mumbled "Could've done the same thing with just my hands." before immediately spitting out profanity as the military arrived.

'Dammit, its always the military. I hate tanks. I REALLY hate tanks.'

"The military does. When they feel like pissing me off." he answered to the now curiously behind him Animus. "Alright, now YOU stand back." Silas growled, taking a runner stance as his newest morph washed over him. Spreading outwards from his blackened muscle coated arms, all of his skin began to thicken and darken, plates emerging from the epidermis to armor himself. His head acquired what was almost a helmet, a rounded faceplate tapering out behind his head. Finishing off, his hands filled with even more mass, losing the shape of a hand at all and becoming much more clublike.

"They are going to regret ruining my day."

[Sylvetic]

Elise was heading after Glado from the center of the park; by the time she'd given mind to giving chase, he was already on his way out, and she'd eventually lost sight of him. She elected instead to head for the waist-height brick fence surrounding the park, in the general direction of the ensuing chaos; the girl sprinted towards the collection of people duking it out on the street, and planted one hand atop the fence's concrete top to vault over it.

She was met in mid-air by a shower of metal shards, and immediately covered her head with her hands, compromising her vault and causing her to collide rather unceremoniously with the sidewalk and scramble to her feet, in time to see a person emerge from the hatch atop a tank in front of a police blockade. The City's police force acted with military regulation. They were resilient and persistent, though not particularly competent; as such, they often took a back seat to the administration of justice, even though they were always around to observe the chaotic events.

The man pointed in the direction of Theresa, Animus, and Barbam, and the police tank's cannon thumped; the vehicle rocked back as it spit a shell down the street, annihilating a car in a great plume of heat and smoke. Elise grinned as she reached toward the blazing vehicle almost autonomously. The green color rinsed itself from her hair, replaced by the original black, followed by a fiery red-orange; the air rippled around her hands, and she scanned the street in search of any other aspects that would prove useful.

"Attention, assholes. Get down on the ground now."

The motley crew didn't immediately comply with the police force's request, and Elise darted forward into the street, standing at the head of the police line, between the tank and the fighting crowd.

"Who are you?" The would-be tank commander lowered his megaphone, giving her a confused glance. "You get on the ground too I guess?"

"Look," she said, folding her arms. "I want these guys throwing cars at each other just as much as you do. Hold the line and let me handle this before they wipe the floor with you and the rest of the precinct. I might need your help."

At this, the man shrugged. Police had formed a blockade across the street behind him, and were filing out of their vehicles, various weapons at the ready. "You heard the lady. Be prepared to open fire at a moment's notice."

The adolescent boy in the crowd down the street looked ready to charge; he said something to one of the others standing by before taking point at the head of the group. Dark muscle mass emerged from his flesh, his closed fists becoming large, black flails; the sight made Elise shudder a bit, but she stood her ground, taking an uncharacteristic fighting stance of her own, and taking a deep breath before yelling.

"YOU HEARD THEM!" Elise folded her arms, her grin quickly becoming a frown. "This doesn't need to get violent, alright? You all should know by now that there are better places to blow off that misplaced aggression. Why don't we listen to the folks in blue--or better yet, you can just get out of here, away from civilians, and more importantly, my park!"

[AbsolutlyAngelic]

As stared for a moment before quickly running out of harms way. She thought it seemed best. She looked at Silas for a minute, admiring his newest transformation.
"Well, you can be anything can't you?" She whistled, "Wish I could do all that."
As looked at the military tanks, then back at Silas.
"Yup," She nodded, "They're screwed. Good for you, you're getting rid of the pests!" She grinned, not seeing a reason to get involved. Silas was cool. The other's weren't weak. They'd be fine

[Pick Yer Poison]

The arrival of the tank didn't register with Animus until she heard first Barbam calling out to her, then the voice over the megaphone telling everyone to get down. She looked up at the death machine and Barbam facing it down with a fierce look on his face. "Oh yeah?" she shouted. "Why don't you get down and dirty?" She raised her hand and fired a blue orb at the tank, which slowly began to move on its own. Just as the woman's voice replaced the tank driver's, the vehicle began to buck and hop around, firing shells into the sky and running into cars in what was quite clearly a tank trying to dance.

Animus cast her gaze around and spotted a bench on the sidewalk nearby, which she fired a blue orb at. "Help me with this," she told it, gesturing towards the sack. The bench obediently knelt down and let her, with a grunt, shift the sack onto it. The pair trotted as quickly as they could into a side alley, but Animus paused just before entering it to call out to a very confused Barbam, who was watching his metal opponent frolicking amongst, and into, the police cars as if they were flowers. "Thanks for the offer, babe, but I've got it covered this time." She continued into the alley; a flash of blue light came out of it, and the sound of Animus giving an order followed. A dumpster bounced to the end of the alley and blocked it off as best it could.

Animus didn't know what the stolen tech she was carrying was capable of, but she wasn't interested in that. She knew all she needed to - that she was going to make a whole lot of money off of it.

[Travosh]

Silas did not seem to be put off by the [description not given, No idea what Elise is supposed to look like] girl trying to order him around. Haughty, always haughty. Those military assholes must have a factory specifically built to create self importance in a can. With that and a generous amount of fury in mind, Silas took off at the line of machinery, too focused to notice the one in the back beginning to do what looked like the worm.

Unlike his normal swaying sprint, his current form allowed no amount of grace, and instead picked up speed with something more akin to a charging elephant. His great arms carried him forward until he held them both out and rammed into the first tank in sight, the one soldier not bright enough to jump away getting sent into the distance, followed by his tank skidding backwards and tottering dangerously on its treads. Using its seesawing momentum, Silas brought his clubs upwards into the underbelly of the war machine, knocking it completely over and turning to glare through his armored mask at his next victims.