17136/Bad Moon Rising

Bad Moon Rising
Date of Scene:	24 February 2024
Location:	Madison Square Gardens, NYC
Synopsis:	Luca, Blue, Frank and Nettie save thousands of lives by breaking the curse of the lich.
Cast of Characters:	Frank Noble, Luca Bandoni, Blue GhostEyes, Nettie Crowe
Tinyplot:	Third Time's the Charm

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Frank Noble has posed:
Frank looks at the tiny tiny note written by tiny tiny mouse hands that says, "Grenademan, you may not remember us, but we remember you. There is a challenge between the two fae lords who erased your memory; you need to be at Madison Square Gardens when the moon sets or thousands will die...."

And its signed Mr. Right. Frank has no idea who that is, but any chance to figure out what happened with the two year gap in his memory was something he was going to check out. He didnt really believe he or his crazy alter ego could stop this, but he was going to find out. He also sent in an anonymous tip to the local police and super hero hotline....just in case...but he certainly wasnt going to count on his alter ego to handle this.

So Frank was in the crowd amist thousands of living and dead people in Madison Square Gardens as everyone was being shown repeatedly how to do the Thriller dance so they could break the Guiness Book of World Records for the largest crowd of actual undead doing said dance. The mood is electric. The air is cool.

Its 30 minutes to moonrise.

Luca Bandoni has posed:
Fighting fires, responding to brutal accidents, dealing with structural collapses, Luca's comfortable with all of those. It's not really that he's not aware of the 'weirdness' in the city, he's well aware. But while the former never sets his nerves on edge, 'weird' always does.

He's here in the capacity of 'stand by' fire and rescue. NYPD presence is heavy and it will be on them to help contain any craziness. Luca's just here to clean up the mess and deal with the wounded, trapped or otherwise victims. He's not alone, for now it's just Rescue 1 in attendances, but a few truck and ladder houses in the city are on stand-by as well.

"I wonder if all that 'shoot'em in the head stuff is fact or fiction. Or if a halligan to the brain pan would work just as well?" he asks of one of his fellow firefighters who responds, "You going to get close enough to find out?"

It's mostly just banter, if there's a way to save the infected or whatever, that's what they'll do, so no braining with equipment until they figure that out.

They're all still outside, using their rig as a central gathering place.

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Blue isn't a superhero but she is someone who can sense the dead and read portents. Her dreams too have been troubled of late. Zombies are an abomination against the Mother. Tonight is the night she senses and she follows the signs to Madison Square Garden and sneaks inside. It isn't hard, even with a quiver of arrows and a bow strapped to her back. She's dressed in working boots, black jeans and leather jacket and a grey tshirt. Dark colors and swift movements, knowing how to keep to the shadows or throw out minor illusions, it doesn't take her long to find a perch and just wait.

A look of bemusement on her face as she studies the area. They call this a garden. She remembers when the entire area was nothing but wilderness. 'Oh how things change.' She has a number of hunting knives and throwing daggers hidden and not, attached to her person and is ready for trouble. Zombies are like Vampires in her mind, the only good ones are the ones you've destroyed.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Some weeks ago, Nettie Crowe was instructed to not meddle.

    Well, when has she listened to good sense when it came to her own interests?

    The small, gray-haired woman was wearing a black cloak and had goggles smooshing her hair up, her too-blue-to-be-true eyes and pale countence seeming almost deathly herself. Of all things she has a sword and a broomstick on her back, and a pair of crows -- one black carrion crow, the other a smaller hooded crow.

    "Personally I'm a fan of destroy the brain and burn the remains just in case." she sniffs, muddled 'Northern British' accent apparent as she tightens her gloves and stretches her hands.

    "This place is rife with weirdness. Haven't been here since Billy Joel first took the stage m'self mind, but first time for everything." the witch states, and she looks up to Luca and his crew, and she casts about her wane gaze to Blue, and then she stretche her hands again.

    "If you halligan to the pan an' they're still walking, probably other necromantic constructs rather than infected undead. BRain generally tends to control the locomotion in my experience. Easier to keep it than to feed it a boatload of magic just to keep 'em moving the way you want to."

    And she lifts a billfold, and shows her Justice League ID.

    "Here to lend a hand an advise if needed."

Frank Noble has posed:
Ordugh and Caos sit in the shadows, front row seats eating popcorn. There are also three mice with cloths up in the rafters, who have some magic items and might be sensible to the two mystics. There is another magical prescene of course, but the Helm is hard to read, but the two fae lords drop their cloaks and most people just assume they are in costume but suddenly its radiating power. They're watching for the champion of Ordugh to enter....he does have a flair for the dramatic. Its why they've bent their normal rule of reusing champions....

Frank looks around nervously and senses something particularly bad from the front row, and stands, moving to the aisle looking around....he doesnt know or remember WHAT he is looking for, but he knows that this is not a good scenario.

The practice continues, and the folks are actually getting better standing in place, with specific directions about how they can each take the center section one at a time since they intend to repeat the song three times just in case some later undead peril later lets people also dance.

"Alright folks, its show time, let's get ready to dance in 3.....2....1..."

There is a cheer from the crowd as the MC comes out and he's wearing an old fashioned Barber Shop quartet hat with a wooden cane but he looks like the crypt keeper, "WELL HELLO folks, Jarvi the Lich here, and we're intrupting your lamely scheduled dance for a conflict between good and evil; no just kidding those two are lame...let's hear it for Order and Chaos!" He waves with his hand and all the zombies in the audience (about two thirds) find themselves compelled to smile and clap but their eyes refelct the horror of the situation..."And let's also cheer my erstwhile opponent, that total lose who lost, Grenademan!" And Grenademan is able to shift since almost all eyes in the place were on Jarvi.

Grenademan, not knowing what is going on but knowing evil when he sees says, "Prepare to be SMITTEN....Smited....sm...receive the smiting you deserve Lich!"

The moon is 15 minutes from rising.

Luca Bandoni has posed:
Luca checks out the ID and asks, "Think things are gonna be crazy enough that we should call in other houses, preemptively?" At least all of his crew are dressed in full turn out gear, so if this thing spreads by bite - someone watches too much Walking Dead - the men will have a modicum of protection.

The usual banter back and forth between the crew is mostly subdued, if not outright silenced by the situation. They're all business on calls and even on 'stand-bys'.

"You thinking this is the former or the latter?" He's truly hoping or the former, his guys really have next to no defense against the latter.

"Guys, if the shit hits it, spread out to the exits, try to stay out of the way of anything nasty and help any civilians inside make it outside fully alive and not only half so. Do. Not. Enter without my command."

Truth be told, he's a little more nervous than even just 'weird'. As just Acting Lt. in charge, he's pretty much not used to running the show all on his own.

But his crew still all readily agree to what he's putting down.

He has one ear out for screams from inside, the real deal, not just someone caught up in the performance. Luca's heard enough of the former to know the difference.

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Blue's nostrils flare when Nettie notices her. Hm. She'd chosen a perch where she could hear the others and listens to the explanation with one ear as she turns her head to study her surroundings. Usually she avoids magic users. It used to be she could only sense Native Magics but in recent years she's come into the ability to sense so much more. She isn't sure what kind of effect, if any, magic would have on her. Safer by far to just avoid the issue altogether.

That isn't an option tonight. The Mother wants her here, and Others, at least if her dreams were right and Blue is sure they were. Eventually Blue's eyes settle on those in the front row seats and piercing two-toned eyes narrow. They are eaeting fucking popcorn but she can sense.. something. It's not familiar.

Then she hears the word Lich and is filled with dread. SO much dread. Still, she's resolute and draws her bow, knocking an arrow and choosing a target. A zombie next to a human. She's desperately trying to recall anything she knows about Liches aside from "Ohholyfuckbad" but all the woman can come up with is a suspicion that destroying his body might not work.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Considering the amount of magic in the air, the relative funk of forty thousand years or so, I'd recommend those who don't wish to see the inside of a pinebox stand back, use the hoses to keep the undead rabble contained while others hit them from above." Nettie states back to Luca.

    "My guess is anyone who does turn *can* be returned with time. But I'd keep them out of contact with other volunerable or edible people." Nettie states, and she wrinkles her nose.

    "There's also fae involvement, which makes this an extra big mess of nonsense. So. Without further ado, lads." Nettie states, and she taps herself down and pull out a handrolled cigarette from a pouch, and lights it with the tip of a finger.

    "Extra crews to contain at every exit. Anything that is obviously dead, hose 'em back in. I trust you have good aim." she reccommends, and with that she takes her besom, climbs a board, and takes off into the air.

    She felt the Fae Lord s(who she doesn't particularly want to mess with) and the lich *who she definately wants to mess with*, and pulls her flight goggles down.

Frank Noble has posed:
"Now those of you who might have been following our motley story which" he looks around, "Includes exactly seven people/mice here, yes I see ya guys, hello" he waves to the talking mice high up in one of the corners, "one of whom is an idiot and doesnt remember....hint hint, its the human" he winks, "Humans am I right?" The controlled audience laughs though the screaming inside is rife as thousands try to run or even speak..."You'd know that Grenademan beat me on a technicality when I beat him fair and square, and so I turned around and beat him on a technicality when he'd beaten me fair and square....irony....am I right? So there Fra...I mean 'Grenademan'" he airquotes and winks, "You gonna accept being Chaos's champion so we can get this match properly underway....or....are all of these fine people going to turn into a rampaging hoard of thousands of undead?"

Grenademan is confused. How does this man know his secret identity? Why would he become a champion of a wicked fae power? But as he looks around, tinfoil like cape swirling in invisible wind he is about to say yes when the Moon...sets....

"Oops, I might have rigged the rules a bit....cheater." Jarvi snickers as the eyes of the zombies turn red. The mice try to say something but the gutteral growls of the zombies suddenly begins with a primeval massive hunger...and the regular people in the audience begin to look around in terror.

Luca Bandoni has posed:
Inside, New York's finest are on high alert. This could get bad, really bad. Shooting into a crowd is never the first option and even when it's the last, it's never a good thing.

Outside, Luca speaks into the radio at his left shoulder, "Dispatch ladder 1, engine 24, engine 14 and any available ambos to Madison Square Garden. Come in cold, no sirens, no sense in causing a situation where there may not be one."

"All firemen are experts with their hoses," jokes one of his crew. It's how they release the nervous energy to a degree.

Grenademan? Even if not a single one of them knows who that is? They know it can't be good.

They at least need to get themselves into place. With a circle of his finger in the air, Luca tells his crew, "Ratliff, you secure us a water source (that rig only holds so much after all), rest of you spread out to cover exits best you can until the other trucks arrive." Pity the fool that parked in front of the nearest hydrant, windows will be broken.

"I'll follow your lead," he tells Nettie. If he's with her and she's the expert, then he can impart her wisdom on

"Should we just pull the fire alarm?" he asks as an afterthought. Start them toward the doors before other things start them that way and then control the crowd.

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
"Ya know.." Blue commets softly to herself as she studies the grounds and starts firing on the zombies in a particular area, her idea to drop enough bodies to block them from moving past that spot easily. "I really, truly, hate the fucking fae." She has no real idea what game they are playing but that's okay. Blue doesn't care, if she gets the chance she'd happily take them out and the lich too because this is truly an abomination.

Her position is likely to be given away now that she's shooting arrows but Blue isn't worried about hitting any regular people. She's a crackshot. She doesn't miss. "Flee you damned fools." She urges the humans. Maybe they can't but one can hope. One can always hope.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Aye miss, you an' me both in general." Nettie replies quietly to GhostEyes, but the witch gives a grim grin to Luca.

    "I s'pose that's because they handle their hoses the most mm?" she replies back, and then she's going in. Her voice crackles "I'm going after the --"

    And she watches as the eyes of the zombies turn red.

    She gives a disturbed sound, and then she pulls her wand dout, the violet lines in the wood glowing.

    "New Plan. Evacuate the living, contain the dead!" she barks out, "Move move move alarm - yes - do it! -- you got ladders on their way down, Luca? Have 'em pull the living out from above maybe?!" she calls out, and the witch turns her path and draws upwards.

    "Crack shot girl!" she calls to Blue, and then she begins to spread her arms. Her two crows give caws for alarm, and litter off.

    "Luctandum imperium ex hoste meo super corpora mortuorum! Ita imperat hoc Crowe!!"

    Nettie begins to try and wrestle control of the undead from the Litch, testing her will against his!

Frank Noble has posed:
The arrows take out several zombies about to eat people. There are very human screams that come from them. The two fae lords clap and eat popcorn furiously. Intuitively, Grenademan switches from the giant explosive grenade he was going to blow up the state with and sends out four flash bangs which explode in the eyes of several zombies, blinding them and making them writhe on the floor. One of the mice hears Luca's idea, while the other tries to say something among the pandemonium makes it bleed out as all three slide down a tiny grapple fishing line one with an eye patch puts down and one without an eyepatch (the third has an eyepatch over the left eye) pull the fire alarm. The few doltish humans that thought all this was part of the show begin to make an orderly way to the exits while a singificant throng of people do the same.

All over the world, all the zombies who were victims of the spell also have their eyes turn red.

The Lich is about to cast a spell at Grenademan when he senses someone contesting his control of the Zombies and he smiles wickedly holding up a finger making a 'nono' gesture to Nettie...Nettie actually has the stronger magical power but she senses that there is some kind of ritual going on here that gives him more power...no, its more than that..the Lich has his psycaltry in every single undead here ...and elsewhere....as long as any zombie he creates is around, he is unkillable...which also gives him an edge but the remaining zombies all freeze....

Despite the chaos, Luca is able to hear one of the mice shout, "Say YES you idiot!"

Luca Bandoni has posed:
Most of Luca's men spread out toward the secondary exits, halligans and sledge hammers in hand. They won't use deadly force unless necessary. Instead they'll be using the tools as a way to push back against anything that should try to come out that shouldn't.

One, however, heads to cover the main entrance with a fire hose.

"Benton, head in, pull the nearest alarm to your exit and get back out," Luca calls out over their radios. With each order, there is a reply back along the lines of, Copy Lieutenant. He adds, "Dispatch, tell'm to go live." Sirens blaring to force through traffic.

"Ladders on the way!" Then, just to be on the safe side he adds to dispatch, "Dispatch, we need Tower Ladder 12 and Ladder 9 enroute, yesterday!" Whole damned FDNY will be on scene soon.

Benton pulls the alarm, or was going to until a... mouse...er mice do it for him. Well that's different. "Uh, thanks?"

Luca moves in along with Nettie, halligan in one hand an bullhorn in the other. "I need to get to the damned PA system!" is called up to her. He knows his little horn isn't big enough and even the rig's system isn't loud enough for all of this..

"Need to tell these people to move up and not down before we have a crush stampede at the exits."

At the exits, the rest of his men are doing their best to get people to move in an /orderly/ fashion.

In the distance, sirens are blaring closer.

"You don't happen to have some sort of 'make myself super loud' magic to you?!"

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Surprised that Nettie could hear her, Blue looks that way again and then notices Luca. She'd heard the men talking yes but hadn't really paid close attention. It doesn't take her long to move to a new position, closer to the men and Nettie, who might make her wary but was polite and seems to have a good head on her shoulders. 'I can work with that. With her.' The Native American thinks. 'Besides she might have the power to stop that thing and me.. not so much I think.'

Has she fought a lich before? Or is what she's remembering just a bunch of bullshit her little hacker friend told her about one of his video games when she was drunk off her ass? "Can't remember, dammit." Another arrow, another save. "This whole damned place is gonna need a cleansing." Blue snarls. Her eyes alight with rage. She's got to hold on though. Going all animal isn't gonna help right now.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Was currently Ears of a Hare mode to pick up on magic words, Lad -- Bit Busy at the moment!" Nettie grits her teeth as she levels a look to the zombies, containing phylactery within them -- that's... bad.

    But the Justice League Dark isn't the less marketable just because of the ugly mugs and their fraternizing with demons and assassins.

    Nettie cuts her attempt to wrestle control. She knocks her 'ears of a Hare' spell off to decrease her hearing, with an apologetic look to Blue, and then her attention goes back to the Lich, and Nettie dips into the Dark.

    Her eyes wreath with gray, and she pulls her wand up, dark energies gathering around her.

    She's going to try to take control of the Lich himself!

    Control undead indeed!

Frank Noble has posed:
Jarvi is very clever....but he doesnt handle the unpredictable well, which is why Grenademan is a problem, but Grenademan is not the only person who can take a left turn at Albuquerque as the preparations and rules of the ritual didnt include THAT. Suddenly JArvi is finding himself frozen and likely about to punch himself in the face. Grenademan tosses slick greanades around the zombies and as the fire department and police department get in place the people are able to get free and the hoses when applied are highly effective at stopping zombies.

Around the world, no one has been killed yet but its only a matter of time as people run away in supermarkets, in malls and public parks....

The mouse wit the sword begins flying from zombie to zombie, punching them in the throat as they fall on the floor in pain while another hears Luca and shimmys up a pipe and a few crossed wires later he hears through his earpiece, he hears an arrogant and posh english accent say, "You are patched through to the 'PA' system though I find the name highly inaccurate...speak and you shall be heard by the plebians...oh and tell that idiot in the cape to say "Yes" to the lord of chaos and undo all this nonsense..."

This place could definitely use a cleansing, there is a nasty film where these two fae lords do their work on the astral, as if their emre presence somehow pollutes it.

Luca Bandoni has posed:
Once he actually makes it inside, Luca's surprised to see the orderly fashion in which people are heading for the eixts. Maybe they don't need that PA system after all. But he still needs to get people moving up instead of down so they can just seal the exits and keep what's supposed to be inside, inside.

Over his radio, "Keep filing them out if they're alive." His crew is doing a pretty decent job at telling living from the stray undead. So far, the evacuation is going pretty smoothly.

A little conversation back and forth between the arriving ladders and engines follows. "Bandoni, where you need us?" - "Get those ladders in position to evacuate from topside, send all crew non-essential to the aerial rescue inside for crowd control."

Then he raises that bullhorn and bellows as loudly as a man can - and he has a set of lungs, "FDNY, everyone that is not close to a ground floor exit, please move up!" Only to find his bellow earsplitting through a PA system. Much like Benton before, he manages, "Uh thanks?" Even though he has no clue his savior was a /mouse/. He doesn't go into the whole 'so we can try to trap the zombies inside' thing. Instead he adds, "In order to get everyone out as quickly as possible, we need to evacuate from above," without all the bellowing. He walks around, ushering people to turn around and go up and repeating his earlier instructions over the bullhorn.

Inside, NYPD is still loathe to start shooting into a crowd, although a shot pops off here and there when the timing is right. One officer even takes aim at the freak on the stage, not that it'll even remotely matter. They're also helping with crowd herding.

With speed and efficiency, the assembled FDNY firefighters move into position, raise ladders and prepare to start bringing people down safely from topside and move inside to direct traffic and push back any weird glowy eyed half-alive people.

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Blue watches what Nettie is doing, silently cheering the woman on and hoping she makes progress against the Lich. Meanwhile she moves to yet another perch, this one insuring she can cover the other woman's back if needed.

Her bow is handmade in a style that was once common to these lands and the arrows, are simple ancient, handmade things as well. They're still well made in the hands of an expert, it doesn't matter. With a growing sense of frustration at the utter offense against nature taking place here, Blue draws an iron dagger and moving faster than any human rightly should, she flings it towards the throat of one of the fae.

No, she doesn't expect it to land but that has never stopped the woman from trying.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie is chanting, astride her broom, her wand crackling with energy as she eyeballs Jarvi. The Fae Lords? She can't do much about them right now. This guy however?

    It's a battle of wills now. The hundred-seventy-year-old necromancer and witch who used to console the dying in the trenches and back hospitals and prepare the dead in field morgues is trying to wrestle control of the Lich, and trying to convince him that yes, actually punching his face, his own face, potentially his hollow chest for good measure, was a good course of action. Disrupt the connection between himself and the tragic undead as with her other hand she draws the sword from her back holster.

Frank Noble has posed:
What once was orderly now turns chaotic, and its disrupting even the coordination among the NYPD and the FPD...Lucas instructions help, but not with the untrained humans and suddenly they begin moving in all directions; some follow the instructions, others trty to climb the walls, others go back towards the waiting zombies. The spirit of chaos is rising until an iron weapon disrupts the projection of the lord which melts into ectoplasm....but at that point there is a presence in her mind, foul to be sure, "Oh a TRICKSTER....well, maybe I'm seeking the wrong champion...."

It can be fought, but its highly distracting.

Nettie feels an absolutely iron will and RAW power, but it doesnt make up for experience, which he only has about 20 years of subjectively, as he begins hitting himself. The remaining Fae Lord, who is nominally on his side begins chanting, "Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself"

Nettie can hear the Lich think to the fae lord, "You're not helping..."

"You're doing terrible for a champion...."

The mouse behind the PA system curses and then moves back down amongst all the people.

The Third mouse attempts to administer first aid, but it only freaks people out who scream and try to stomp it unscuccesfully as the tiny creature dodge

Grenademan moves up to Jarvi who is clawing himself, looks aorund him, looks at the grinning Fae lord and then calmly attaches an explosive grenade to Jarvi who shrieks in rage. Grenademan sets the timer to a minute.

Luca Bandoni has posed:
There's nothing to do in the face of adversity but to keep on pushing forward. FDNY and NYPD keep doing their best to move people in the right directions, all calm in the face of the chaos, calm and reassuring. EMTs and Paramedics wait outside, anticipation causing adrenaline rushes.

Luca is still doing his part at the herding as wall. He's also stopping along the way to assist anyone injured. He helps the tread upon up to their feet, he administers first aid that's helped along by the tricks up his sleeve, he asks assistance of the the calmer civilians to help the injured get moving again - in the right direction.

Outside, the ones that do manage to make it to where they're supposed to be get helped down those Big Damned Ladders to safety. Once it becomes clear that most of the traffic has been rerouted, Luca's own crew moves inside the doors and close them. They stand guard in front of those doors, only moving to open them if someone alive comes at them.

These guys? These firefighters? Most of them have no clue what's really going on here. All they know is that people are in danger and need to get out and that half-alives need to stay in. How it happened might be lost on them, but saving lives in the face of it all isn't.

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Her chaos is her own and nothing to do with this wicked creature. Blue keeps shooting albeit absently, as she sets her own iron will against the little prick trying to invade her mind. Eventually she stops shooting, her focus solely on the fae. "I am no one's champion." She snarls the words and doubles down and pushing the foreign presence from her mind.

She killed it's body but it's consciousness still remains. Fucking figures. Well. She'll just have to make things inhospitable for it. The whirling emotions and thoughts slow and then still and Blue retreats in her mind to the place only she can go, the place where she rests in death. There is no chaos here. There's nothing. Nothing but a sense of utter peace. A connection to an Underworld realm accessible by no one but the dead of the First Nations and their gods.

Her last thought before the retreat is that the fae should lose interest fast enough. Her body drops to the floor, totally unconsciousness and barely, just barely breathing.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie watches as Grenade Man attaches a bomb on a timer to Jarvi, and she struggles to hold him still. More than a century of experience with the Dead behind her, her crows flitting between the rafters and on the hunt for the mice now, seeing they may be part of the problem.

    her fingers curl, black staining at the tips like nicotine and ash as she snarls, baring her teeth, holding Jarvi still.

    "Hope this give you something better to do than afflict others, you scab on the living!" she growls.

    She doesn't register Blue falling, or Luca's presence by the door, she will keep her concentration on the lich

Frank Noble has posed:
"JArvi?"

"What? You're not helping! Do something...this has to be a violation..."

"No, just a hazard on the course. Pick a fight in a world full of superheroes, expect superheroes to do superheroic things...by the way...."

"WHAT?!"

"You do have a stadium full of thousands of undead..."

And Jarvi blinks and even punching his own face, he laughs maniacally....

The undead stop acting feral, a few of the stronger willed gaining control of themselves before he extends his will...he lets Nettie have control of his own body as his own fist pounds into his flesh with massive strength as the Zombies gegin attacking the humans again...Chaos, meanwhile has problems...

But the abscence of chaos means that the humans can listen to Luca's instructions finally and begin doing what someone with common sense would do. The hoses keep the undead out and back, and the first aid on the humans saves several lives as Zombies bite into them and prevents the infection from spreading...for now, but they begin to act as a massive singular organism...

Caos smiles ferally, thinking he has Blue Eyes until he realizes what she is doing and shrieks in pain and fear....he begins to withdraw and somewhere she heads a very powerful booming voice, "Out of Bounds....Strike....."

The presence is VERY gone from her mind as Ordugh cackles and rubs his hands...

The ravens find one of the mice easily, who lets hthem pick it up whislte another dodges with exceisve ease, almost enjoying the dance...

The third mouse finally gets through the chaos and shouts, "Frank, you idiot...SAY YES, accept the championship...

"Yes?"

"No, say yes you accept..."

"The timer is going down on Jarvi, as are the frantic situations around the world where people are literally running for their lives, a few bitten and turned as well.

"Yes I Accept?"

Grenademan grabs the third mouse and leaps away as the timer goes off and a massive explosion fills the theater, incerating the lich and fae lord, though while many are knocked down, remarkbly none are killed....

Luca Bandoni has posed:
In the midst of all the chaos, it's just dumb luck that has Luca close to Blue when she goes down. Otherwise he might have just moved on. Hell, he doesn't even know it's her until he's right there. "Shit," he mutters before dropping to his knees. "Shit, shit, shit." But he takes a deep breath, she's just like any other 'patient'.

ABCs apply. Is her airway clear? Is she breathing? Is she bleeding? With all those checked and clear - other than her respiratory rate being low - Luca starts with a knuckled hand, middle finger just slight out further than the rest, and rubs her sternum with enough pressure to be painful. "Blue? Hey, can you hear me?"

He's right on the verge of radioing out that he's bringing out an unconscious victim and to have paramedics at a side entrance.

Around him, the NYPD and FDNY are working together as a well oiled machine. When the shit hits it, the friendly rivalry between the red and blue gets thrown out the window. The ribbing and teasing will start after, when they're all out for a drink to unwind.

When the blast happens, Luca hasn't a clue what it is, just that he has a fallen, unconscious person in front of him. Rather than pick Blue up, he throws himself on top of her, covering as much of her as possible with his own body, but with one hand on his firehat... just in case the walls start tumbling down around them.

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
The moment the presence leaves her mind, Blue relaxes. Unfortunately she seems to have woken in the midst of an explosion. Ears ringing and dazed, it takes her a minute or two to gather her wits and try to figure out what the fuck just happened. All she can guess is a bomb or some kind of explosive, though where it came from, or how it happened, is a mystery. At least to her.

"Oh. Hey Luca." Blue immediately calms down as she recognizes who is atop and just barely refrains from flinging him into next week. Instead she gently rolls out from beneath him and gets to her feet. Coughing and cursing in at least six different languages for a long moment she finally trails off with "What in the name of the Creator just.. I can't even.. inbred, idiotic bunch of stupid ass godsbedamned fae bullshit!" She yells each word progressively louder then breaks into another fit of coughing.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Corvax, the larger carrion crow, dives into the crowd from above with a loud 'CAW!' of distraction, and in his stubby tallons he grabs up one of the mice, drawing quickly into the air as he flaps.

    "Keep quiet and still y'scallywag or right down the gullet you go! I've no fear of eatin' supernatural vermin!" Corvax bellows in his pirate's brougue, and takes off.

    The Lich is gone. Nettie relaxes herself, and she she flits around overhead.

    "... what a bloody mess." she mutters to herself.

Frank Noble has posed:
"Supernatural...supernatural VERMIN, I am a full blooded Mouse thank you very much. A taint of fae blood but that hardly makes me Vermin you flying feather duster...."

"Brother, thats hardly a way to make friends..."

The third mouse sees his brothers in Raven hands and vanishes into the shadows....stalking....

It shouldnt be disney but...its Disney....there is a golden nimbus of light that flies out from where the Lich stood, and suddenly the dead...arent. Indeed even those people who should have been killed from Zombie attacks or lethal bow fire are only severely wounded, fortunately, there are a number of paramedics and EMTS on the scene to immediately put them under treatement...

Around the world, the people also revert, and there is a lot of cheering though the range of anti lethality doesnt go that fear and some have actually died...far more saved thanks to the efforts of the heroes however.

Grenademan helps people under rubble or trapped, moving to clean up the mess and even in one case using a small dose of crystal to seal a wound.

Luca Bandoni has posed:
Once he sees Blue's quite alright, considering her rant, Luca asks, "You can get out of here on your own, yeah?" He obviously knows the answer because he doesn't wait for it before heading back into the thick of it.

Thing is, Luca's not some endless supply of powerful healing. What he can do is limited. While all the injuries he's come across, so far, have been minor, there's been a lot of them. It's the quantity, not the quality that's wearing him down.

The threat's over, but Luca's work is not. Just like all the rest of the men and women in red and blue on the scene, he probably has hours left on scene.

What's that they say? No rest for the wicked?