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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Bored, the demon walked over to the lake to see who was around...


((Crowley really, really wants to do some bastardly things to people. If you'd like him to do something nasty to your character, leave me an OOC note in your reply, otherwise he'll be good. Marginally. No promises, really...))

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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

It would be rather difficult to stay submerged with a massive, powerful jet of water directly beneath one. It shot up under Skaffen-Amtiskaw like a geyser, rising twenty feet in the air.

[skaffenamtiskaw]

Well. That was unexpected.

Skaffen-Amtiskaw was really, really annoyed now.

Once it got over the shock of being abruptly borne skyward, it backed out of the water jet and hovered there, dripping, high in the air. It started to detach a knife missile from its casing, but then realised the futility of it -- it wasn't as if it knew who or what was responsible for such a thing.

Best to just get out. And maybe find a tree to chop up or something.

Cautiously, scanning in all directions as it went, shields at full strength, the drone began moving away from the lake.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley, nearly doubled up with laughter by this point, was wondering if Skaffen-Amtiskaw could hover fast enough to avoid the rather improbable tidal wave that had risen from the lake and was pursuing the drone.

[skaffenamtiskaw]

Danger: large mass moving towards self at speed.

Astonished, the drone picked up speed, trying to outfly the tidal wave, while at the same time trying to figure out how in all the universe this was even happening. Its general sense of antipathy towards the powers behind the park was growing by the millisecond.

Drones can manage a pretty remarkable turn of speed, and Skaffen-Amtiskaw was hauling case with all the urgency of a Special Circumstances drone under attack. It briefly thought to wonder what would happen when the wave hit land.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

He half considered stopping the wave at the shore in a highly unnatural way, but figured that any destruction it left would be both amusing and probably repaired the next day, so Crowley let it go on its merry way, following the drone - even around corners, toppling small food carts, and crashing against buildings as it traveled significantly further than it should have been able to before finally fading to flood the area.

It's a miracle! Unfortunately, not all miracles are good...

[skaffenamtiskaw]

Skaffen-Amtiskaw had managed to stay just out of reach of the wave's leading edge, but in a final insult to its dignity, it was not fast enough to dodge a cart knocked over by the waters. It was unhurt, but its annoyance was only compounded. It paused, surveying the destruction with no small amount of dismay and bewilderment.

Getting dunked into a fountain was one thing, but being chased by a tidal wave ... that was not on. Particularly since it was blatantly impossible and therefore must be ... Even in its thoughts, the drone could not form the word magic.

The drone hated this park. Hated it with a bloody passion.

Sulking, its aura opaque silver, it skulked away (insofar as a suitcase-sized hovering object can skulk).

Time to find something on which to inflict lots and lots of gratuitous destruction.

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

(I'm sorry, I had to. Small joys and all that. After all, I've been nothing but mean to him lately. Up to Crowley whether or not he notices Fett. ^_^)

Boba Fett had been doing his daily routine surveilance, coming up with nothing very interesting as usual. Had he known the day was going to take such an alarming turn toward interesting, he might have bothered looking for an umbrella.

There seemed to be something happening over by the fountain. A young man had walked off in what appeared to be embarrassment and sadness. Fett was not at all surprised to find Crowley in the nearby vicinity. However, he did wonder what would happen now that the drone had shown up. Fett stayed far back for the time being; he had no desire to enter into a conflict, and that would undoubtedly happen if he came close enough to the defective thing.

It seemed to be happening anyway. After the second splash, Fett moved closer, intent on puzzling it out. It made no sense for the park to be in control of this. Stylistically, the action was off. Something else was going on here, and he did not like any of the options he was coming up with.

However, seeing the drone tossed into the air by a powerful jet of water was certainly not without humor, even to someone like him. Fett paused, watching the action taking place at the lake in silence, carefully observing the details and recording everything in sight. When the wave came up, he was glad for not having closed the distance too quickly, back far enough that he would not receive the brunt of force that such a wave could deliver.

Once the wave was done, the drone dispersed and likely quite irritated, Fett walked into the flooded area, past upturned carts and floating paper cups. A duck paddled along not too far from where he stood, and there was a sound amid the splashing. It might have been a snort or a rough laugh. It might have been nothing. Either way, Fett would say nothing of it.

[skaffenamtiskaw]

((XD!))