Session Start: Thu Mar 18 20:59:28 1999
*** Now talking in #A-Next
*** Topic is 'A-Next #5 "We're back"'
<Hellion> **************AT ATTENTION***********
<Goblin> @@
<Titan> @@
<Cross> @@
<IronMan> @@
<Reflection> @@
<Miasma> @@
<Hellion> IT'S BEEN 6 MONTHS AFTER OUR LAST VIEW OF A-NEXT.  THEY ARE NOW WORLD CELEBRITIES AND HAVE ALL GROWN A BIT MORE RESPECTABLE.
<Hellion> GOBLIN LEFT THE TEAM FOR REASONS THAT WILL BE EXPLORED MORE LATER ON AS JESS FINALLY FINISHED HER HELLION BATTLE SUIT TO BE MORE BATTLE READY WITH HER TEAMMATES.
<Hellion> WE OPEN UP NOW AT A WAREHOUSE WHERE A SUPERVILLAIN IS PLANNING A MAJOR HEIST WITH SOME HENCHBOTS.  WHY HE'S TALKING TO ROBOTS IS UNKNOWN.  MAYBE BECAUSE HE'S AN IDIOT.
<Hellion> *************SIM START**********
<Hellion> SCENE> A PORTLY MAN WITH A WHITE GUT HANGING OUT OF A SHIRT MUCH TOO SMALL FOR HIM AND A BADLY MADE MASK STANDS AND TALKS TO STOLEN POLICE BOTS THAT HAVE BEEN REWIRED.
<Hellion> WebMaster> All right youse guys!
<Hellion> WebMaster> Being the criminal mastermind I am... we're going to rob all of the 5-13's around the city
<Hellion> PoliceBot1> 7'11's sir... *squark*
<Hellion> ACTION> WEBMASTER GROWLS AT THE ROBOT AND SHOOTS A WEBLINE AT IT FROM HIS WEBSHOOTER HE FOUND YEARS AGO
<Hellion> WebMaster> Don't counterdick me stoopid thing!  ::rips it's head off with a yank::
<Hellion> ACTION> THE OTHER BOTS LOOK AT EACH OTHER
<Hellion> ACTION> ALL OF A SUDDEN A MANICAL LAUGHTER ROARS IN THE AIR AS GOBLIN FLIES THROUGH A WINDOW
<Hellion> WebMaster> Youse!  ::fires a webline at Goblin::  I hate youse!
<Goblin> hahaha! Count your what?? ::circles around WM and his bots before hovering above them::
<Hellion> ACTION> THE 20 BOTS ALL RAISE UP CANNONS AND PREPARE TO BLAST GOBLIN
<Hellion> WebMaster> You're not stopping me today you green looking good guy!  Or something!
<Goblin> Yipe! ::jumps up to avoid the web:: Spider-Girl's gonna sic her lawyers on you eventually y'know.
<Hellion> ACTION> AS THE BOTS START BLASTING AT GOBLIN A WALL GOES CRASHING DOWN AS MEMBERS OF A-NEXT SHOW UP
<Hellion> Move out team!  Take out those bots and don't let up on them!
<Hellion> ::fires a missle from her wrist a robot blowing it up::
<Goblin> Whoo! Done it before and I'll do it...!! ::looks behind him as he ducks laser:: Oh great..
<Titan> ::surveys the scene astutely and glances questioningly at the fat man:: Is he really our opponent?
<Miasma> ::Walks in causaly, metamorphing her hand into a blade then suddenly leaps at one of the robots.::
<Hellion> WebMaster> ::to Gobs:: You brought back up for me?  Ha!  I am powerful!
<Reflection> :: shakes her head in disgust :: Here we go again...
<Cross> ::runs in and fires a burst of flame at a bot::
<Hellion> no Titan... those robots are the true threat... get rid of them.
<Goblin> ::sits on his glider and smacks his forehead at WebMasters comment:: Oh for the love of...
<Hellion> ::swing kicks another robot effortlessly::
<IronMan> ::Sends a pair of quick blasts at a pair of robots, as he flies in:: Some threat..
<Hellion> ACTION> THE A-NEXTER'S CUT THROUGH THE ROBOTS LIKE THEY'RE NOTHING LEAVING ABOUT 13 LEFT
<Titan> I can see that Stark, but the portly man is obviously controlling them some how. ::concentrates on the big guy::
<Cross> ::mock yawns:: That was simple enough...
<Hellion> WebMaster> Fine!  ::webs up a mace:: Time to put you feebs down for the count!
<Hellion> And Pym, that man happens to be an idiot...these robots have been retooled by someone
<Miasma> ::Glares at WebMaster, leaping at him with blade at his throat.::
<Hellion> WebMaster> Hey!  ::webs Miasma to the floor:: Can't get me girly!  Ha!
<IronMan> :;Coughs, behind his mask, which hides a smile:: He's not actually serious, is he? ::Sends a spray of repulsor fire into a few of the remaining robots::
<Hellion> ::bounces herself off a robot landing next to Goblin::
<Titan> ::yawns:: I noted that as well, but by who? ::sighs noticing miasma::
<Cross> ::fires a blast of flame at WM's webshooters:: ((Compressed webbing if the study was right...))
<Miasma> ::Turns into a mist form and floats behind the fat guy, turns back into her flesh form and does a quick low kick.::
<Hellion> ....Goblin.  ::fires another small wrist missle at a robot::
<Hellion> ACTION> WEBMASTER KEELS OVER FROM BEING KICKED
<Hellion> WebMaster> Owie!
<Reflection> :: cocks her plasma rifle and guns down a robot :: They don't even move fast... I spent a month of target practice with this stupid thing for nothing... My granmother could take these yutzes out
<Cross> ::snickers:: Owie?
<Goblin> ::taps the head of the glider with his claws:: Maybe join the circus.. ::glances at Hellion, looking over her suit:: And who're you? Roboslut?
<Miasma> That's what the man said.
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<Titan> ::approaches the fat guy and crouches over him:: Now, do you terribly mind answering some questions? ::grins::
<Goblin> Oh.. Jess.. ::looks her over again:: Damn. ::snickers::
<Hellion> ::glares at Goblin:: I see you haven't matured at all.
<Cross> ::looks at Hell and Gobs:: Jess, do you two wish to be alone? ::smirks::
<Hellion> Fathom.  Tell the media we have things handled.  They're outside now.
<Goblin> And you've made your maturity quite obvious. ::motions to her suit::
<IronMan> "Owie"? ::Shakes his head and slams his armored fist into one of the last robots::
<Hellion> ::walks past Cross:: Shut up.  All the robots down?
<Miasma> Aw damn... I'm outta here.
<Fathom> ::grows almost pale:: but...
<Cross> ::watches IM:: Yup
<Hellion> Fathom! ::gives him a cold, yet angry look::
<Hellion> Go.
<Goblin> ::grits his teeth:: Media. Last thing I need. ::watches Hellion out of the corner of his eye, standing on his glider:: Thought this'd be a little small time and the wrong neighborhood to be your concern.
<Fathom> ((how can I politely decline? doesn't she know I'm deathly afraid of those mongrels?))
<Hellion> ::pushes a button as her clear face shield bubble slips up revealing her face::
<Hellion> Good job all.  We do have an apointment to make soon.
<Fathom> ::lowers his head and steps slowly towards the door::
<Cross> ::walks over to Gobs, whispering:: She's been making sure the media're wherever we go it seems...
<Reflection> Awww.... Da widdle son o'Atlanis insn' 'frade of some reporters, is he?
<Miasma> I'll do it.
<Hellion> ::walks out of the warehouse to cheers and hollering from a crowd and media who have gathered there::
<Hellion> ACTION> A HUGE CROWD, SOME WITH QUICKLY MADE BANNERS WAIT OUTSIDE
<Fathom> ::exits the warehouse::
<IronMan> ::Crouches near one downed robot:: Doubt that guy is capable of spelling his name, let alone the complex rewiring these seem to have..::Stands and walks out with the others::
<Cross> ::looks at Gobs, making a face:: I hate this ::walks out of the warehouse::
<Goblin> ::glances over at the broken window he entered at:; Yeah well the media ain't too fond of me. Neither is your leader. ::rises up, higher into the air::
<Miasma> ::Sighs quietly, counting to herself.:: ((1...2...3... wiat, they hardly bother me.))
<Titan> ::to webmaster:: Now, "sir" it's obvious you're at a mental disadvantage so I'll make this simple. Who are you working for?
<Fathom> ((I'm a prince of Atlantis...but yet she orders me around like a mere servant...and the others ridicule me...))
<Hellion> ::forces a smile:: Tilby, good to see you again.  As you can see the members of A-Next have handled this perfectly.
<Fathom> the robots are destroyed... ::says quietly before re entering the warehouse::
<Cross> ::makes sure to not smile, fearful it might show off what he is, despite the fact that his fangs aren't always extended::
<Goblin> ::keeps himself out of sight fromt he reporters::
<Miasma> ::Mutters slightly to herself and follows Fathom back inside the warehouse.:: Counting dosen't work anymore..
<Hellion> ACTION> A FEW TEENAGED GIRLS TACKLE FATHOM AND SCREETCH
<Fathom> ::falls backwards:: ack!
<Cross> ::looks around:: Black Bolt... where're you? ::mutters to himself::
<IronMan> ::Chuckles, seeing Fathom get tackled, and walks towards Hellion and Tilby::
<Hellion> ACTION> OTHER PEOPLE RUN UP TO OTHER MEMBERS ASKING FOR AUTOGRAPHS
<Fathom> ::transforms into water and disperses after hitting the ground::
<Hellion> ::to Iron Man:: Has Blackbolt been preped?
<Titan> ::taps on webmaster's forehead:: Hello?
<Hellion> Girls:  WE actually touched him!  EEEE!!
<Miasma> ::Giggles slightly and ducks into the wearhouse.:: ((Too loud outside for me.)) ::Let's out a sigh.::
<Goblin> ::rises up to the ceiling, opening the skylight and moving up to the roof of the warehouse:; Let the celebrities have their fun..
<IronMan> ::Signs a few autographs as he makes his way over, then cybernetically sends a command for the jet to prep, through his helmet:: Yup
<Hellion> ACTION> WEBMASTER STAYS GROANING
<Hellion> Good.
<Cross> Umm... ::looks at the ppl:: I don't do autographs... I'm just a hero, not some movie or sports star
<Titan> ::frowns and grows larger::
<Cross> Actually... I'm not even a hero... I just like to try and be one
<Hellion> ...did Goblin leave?
<Fathom> ::flows away in a multitude of small streams and reforms inside the warehouse::
<Goblin> ::glances over the ledge, looking down at the reporters:: Gah.. take the back way..
<Titan> ::tries throwing webmaster over his shoulder and lugging him out of the warehouse muttering under his breath::
<IronMan> He's about to..::Runs a motion and heat sensor trace:: Heading the back way from the wherehouse.
<Hellion> ::talking to a reporter:: I assure you... those are not pictures of me on the internet in those... poses.
<Reflection> :: fights her way though the croud ::
<Miasma> ::Sits on a crate.::
<Hellion> ACTION> PEOPLE ARE CHANTING "A-NEXT" AS THE BLACK BOLT GEARS UP TO LEAVE
<Fathom> ::frowns and walks over to take a seat on a crate to recollect his nerves::
<Cross> ::pushes his way through the crowd to the BB::
<Hellion> ::gets into the BB::
<IronMan> ::Quietly to Jess:: I suppose it couldn't hurt to say it once, before we go.
<Hellion> BB> Popular as ever I see.
<Titan> ::drops webmaster on the ground:: And we're leaving him for the police?
<Cross> ::gets into the BB:: Yeah... you can have it if you want it... I just want to try and do my job
<Hellion> Forget it... that was the old way Iron Man.
<Miasma> It's hell outside, uh? ::Almost smiles.::
<Hellion> "Their" way.
<Goblin> ::jets high into the sky from the roof:: Time to go back home.. if one could call it that. ::grins, laughing as he rises:;
<Hellion> ACTION> THE POLICE TAKE WEBMASTER AWAY
<Reflection> :: Screams and runs behind IM :: Uh, can give me a hand Tinaman? All the boys  found out I was single... They can't keep thier hand off me now..
<Fathom> Yes... ::Takes a deep breath::
<IronMan> It'll make the crowd happy, at least. ::Grins:: Besides, what can it hurt-? ::Stops, blinking at Reflection, and snickers:: And what prey tell do you need me for?
<Hellion> ::in the com unit:: Everyone.  Jet.  Now.
<Fathom> alas, we depart... ::stands up quite relieved::
<Hellion> BB> As nice as ever I see, Ms Stark.
<Titan> ::strokes his chin barely noticing the crowd:: ((I wanted to interrogate him)) ::shrinks down to normal and heads for the jet::
<Hellion> Shut up Black Bolt.
<Miasma> Gasp! The horror... ::Walks outside, shoving her way through the crowd.::
<Reflection> :: looks at IM as a wave of love sick teenage boys start to yell :: A sheild, maybe?
<Hellion> ACTION> BEFORE LONG EVERYBODY IS ON THE BB AS IT FLIES BACK TO HYDROBASE
<Fathom> ::rises into the air, exits the warehouse through a window and flies over to the BB staying high above the crowds::
<Hellion> SCENE> BACK AT THE HYDROBASE, EVERYBODY IS IN THE LIVING ROOM AREA AS JESS IS IN REGULAR CLOTHES.
<Hellion> All right.  Today is a big day for all of us...
<Hellion> Meet our newest member...
<Hellion> ACTION> A YOUNG MAN IN GREAT SHAPE WITH LONG BLONDE HAIR AND CARRYING A MACE WALKS IN.
<Hellion> T-Bolt.
<Hellion> T-Bolt> Hello all.
<Hellion> T-Bolt> ::Blinks:: Friendly crowd ::smiles::
<Reflection> :: holsters the Plasma gun :: This is a neat toy.
<Hellion> Reflection!  Be careful with that... I made it for you so you could be more offensive, not dangerous around us
<IronMan> ::Activates voice command:: "Off" ::Reverts back to normal form and plops on the couch:: Ahh..Home sweet home..::Delivers a quick salute:: Afternoon, T-Bolt. What brings you here?
<Fathom> ::sits quietly in a chair with a gloomy air about him, slightly looks up as the man enters::
<Miasma> ::Looks mildly surpised.:: ((Him!?))
<Hellion> T-Bolt> I signed on that's what ::extends his hand to Iron Man::
<IronMan> ::Shakes it, grinning:: Great. Will be good to work with you, again.
<Reflection> :: looks at T-Bolt :: (( Say, He's kinda cute. ))
<Hellion> T-Bolt> Really ::extends a hand to Fathom:: I heard a lot about you...
<Hellion> Miasma, can you hold on to this disk, please?  ::hands Miasma a disk::
<Titan> ::stands off to the side in regular clothes not really paying attention:: ((Who could he have been working for?))
<Fathom> ::narrows his eyes and weakly shakes his hand::
<Miasma> ((He's good looking, I'll admit to that, but still... gives me the creeps.)) Yeah, sure. ::Takes the disk.::
<Fathom> ((what is that suppose to mean?))
<Hellion> Thanks ::not really paying much attention to the others::
<Hellion> All right, we have some R & R time... Titan, we need to talk a bit
<Titan> ::glances up:: Hmm? ::walks over to jess::
<Hellion> T-Bolt> ::smiling at Miasma and Reflection:: I can see working here will be way nice
<IronMan> R & R..::Sighs, getting out a Calc book:: No rest for the weary, I guess..
<Reflection> :: runs a hand through her hair and tries to look cute as she stands up and looks at T-Bolt. :: Uh, hi there.  :; Smiles sweetly ::
<Hellion> Lab please.
<Fathom> ((Today is just not turning out good...first I'm fed to the pirahnas, next I'm tackled by a pack of girls, and now this guy...))
<Miasma> ::Puts the disk into her pockets and sits on a chair.:: You'll be changing your tune sure enough. ::Smiles weakly.::
<Titan> ::heads for jess's lab::
<Hellion> ::enters the lab::
<Hellion> T-Bolt> ::snickers:: I don't know about that
<Fathom> ::crosses his arms frowning and watches T-Bolt interact with the others::
<Hellion> all right, I need some specs on a new boat for the base think you can work up something?  I have some help info on another disk on the desk if you want to pick it up
<Hellion> ::walks back out::
<IronMan> ::Goes for the kitchen, coming back, with a bowl f chips:: Wait'll you see one of Jess' fits. ::Snickers, setting the chips on the coffee table::
<Hellion> T-Bolt> Her?  I don't think I'd have to worry about it from her
<Miasma> ::Sits back and leans on the chair.:: Cheaper than the movies... ((I guess, when was the last time I saw one?))
<Titan> A boat? ::smirks:: ((Never really tries vehicles))
<Hellion> ACTION> A LOUD BEEPING OCCURS ON A HUGE SCREEN IN THE LR
<Reflection> :: blinks :: (( Did you ever get the feeling you're being ignored? ))
<Cross> ::looks up:: What's that?
<IronMan> ::Groans:: Oh come on..I've got a Calc test to study for...What now?!
<Hellion> T-Bolt> So Reflection right?  How many teen beat magazine covers were you on? ::smiles::
<Titan> ::grabs the disk and stuffs it in his shirt pocket before heading into the lr::
<Hellion> ACTION> THE SCREEN SHOWS AN IMAGE OF DEATHLOK ACTUALLY SHOOTING UP POLICE CARS AND HEADING FOR A GOVERNMENT BUILDING
<Miasma> ::Looks up at the screen.:: Maybe this time it'll be fun! ::Looks up on the screen hopefuly.::
<Hellion> ::with almost no emotion:: All ready?
<IronMan> ::Sighs:: Deathlok..Great..So much for passing Calculus. "Suit." ::Armors up::
<Fathom> ::glances at the screen:: ((who's that? I think I need to study my contemporary histories more...I never seem to recognize anyone))
<Reflection> :: smiles :: (( Now that's more like it... If I was being, like any less subtle I'd be dropping anvils on his head ))  Lost count after 50...
<Hellion> T-Bolt> ::slaps Cross on the back:: All right, let's get him!
<Titan> ::watches the screen::
<Cross> ::stands:: Should be easier now...
<Reflection> :: blinks and backs up a bit ::
<Hellion> ACTION> IN MERE MINUTES EVERYBODY IS ON THE BB
<Hellion> We'll be there in a few minutes ::staring out the window::
<Miasma> ::Takes out the disk form her pocket, lays on a counter and morphs into a hard but flexabile "battle-steel", then places the disk back in her pocket.::
<Hellion> ACTION> DEATHLOK WATCHES THE JET LAND NEARBY
<Reflection> :: takes a seat in the BB next  to Mia and whispers :: Whaddays think of the new guy?
<Hellion> T-Bolt> That guy looks awfully familiar, wouldn't you say Jess?
<Cross> ::stands:: I really hope the media doesn't get involved again...
<Hellion> Yes...
<Hellion> T-Bolt> No way!  They have got to be there to see this ::grins::
<Hellion> T-Bolt> ::picks up his mace:: We get to lay down the smack on this thing
<Cross> ::eyes T-Bolt warily::
<Miasma> Nicely bulit, that's for sure.
<Fathom> ((lay down smack? I don't understand the terminology...))
<IronMan> ::Moves out of the jet:: Careful, T-Bolt. This guy's bristling with even more weaponry than me. ::Brings up a target lock::
<Reflection> He's, like,  major cute.. But he's about a smart as a post....
<Hellion> ::takes a deep breath:: Move out everyone... watch your backs!
<Hellion> Reflection, don't forget your gun
<Miasma> ::Nods.:: I was afarid to meantion that bit.
<Cross> ::gets out of the BB, heading towards Lok::
<Hellion> ACTION> DEATHLOK JUST STARES DOWN THE TEAM
<Fathom> ::follows Cross out of the BB and takes to the air::
<Titan> ::follows behinds dragging along slowly::
<Reflection> I practically had to hit him with a frying pan to get him to notice me
<Miasma> ::Walks out of the BB, crossing her arms and looking at DL.::
<Cross> Ooooh... ::grins up at the night sky:: Wants to stare at us?
<Hellion> T-Bolt> So Jess, whenever you're ready ::grins::
<Reflection> :: cocks the gun :: Never leave home without it, Jess.
<Hellion> ::nods::
<IronMan> Hmm..A Standoff. ::Powers up his repulsors::
<Fathom> ((I guess I need to just concentrate on the job...I let things stress me much more than necessary..))
<Hellion> ACTION> REFLECTION UNABLE TO CONTROL HERSELF AIMS HER GUN AT CROSS AND BLASTS HIM WHILE IRON MAN ALSO UNABLE TO DO ANYTHING STARTS BLASTING AT POLICE CARS.
<Hellion> ACTION> EVERY PERSON ON A-NEXT STARTS ATTACKING THINGS WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO CONTROL THEMSELVES BESIDES T-BOLT AND JESS.
<Cross> Gah! ::thrown back::
<Reflection> What the hell?!
<Hellion> T-Bolt> ::laughs, his voice losing all humanity::
<Fathom> ::swoops down low and punches a lamp post::
<Titan> ((This is not good. Why didn't I see this coming?))
<IronMan> What in..?! Agh! I can't control my suit! ::Tries to run a shutdown, to reset himself::
<Hellion> T-Bolt> So foolish... this plan has been building for so long and now it's fruit is ripe.  ::grins as his skin starts tearing revealing a silver metallic gleam::
<Reflection> :: tries to let go of the gun ::
<Cross> ::tries to stop himself from blasting at nearby buildings::
<Hellion> ACTION> ULTRON APPEARS FROM UNDERNEATHE HIS FACADE AS T-BOLT
<Miasma> No way... ((Damnnit! I was right!)) ::Tries to attack at T-Bolt.:: Bastard!
<Hellion> Ultron> You do remember those handshakes don't you?  And the pat on the back?
<Reflection> :: looks at Mia :: I had to fall for the demonic one, didn't I?
<Hellion> ACTION> MIASMA FEELS ONLY GREAT PAIN IN TRYING TO ATTACK HIM
<Hellion> Ultron> I put in an advanced form of the T-K virus in your system which means I can control you.
<Cross> What about the pat on the back?
<IronMan> ((Okay..think..Suit has countermeasures for this kinda thing..Only..is it the suit..or is it me?!)) Ah great..
<Miasma> ARGH! ::Glares at him still and answers Reflection.:: Typical, they're taken or evil.
<Fathom> ::clenches his fists to keep from reaching out to rip something apart::
<Hellion> Ultron> ::Death-like grin on his face:: Before long you'll become as mechanical as me...as will the rest of humanity... and you have your leader to thank
<Titan> ((Hmm, yet another example of our generation cleaning up after our predecessors))
<Hellion> ::looks coldly at them:: I'm sorry... it was the only way..
<Fathom> errrr ::grits his teeth as he tries to force himself to explode into a burst of water::
<Hellion> Mia, the disk you and Titan touched... and Reflection the gun...
<Hellion> ....it had the virus on it.
<Cross> Then who're you... you're definitely not Jess?
<Hellion> ::looks away::
<Miasma> What?
<Miasma> What the hell did you do to us?
<Hellion> Ultron> That's the beautiful part... it is her.  She chose to do this.
<Hellion> Can't you see?
<Hellion> No more pain... for all of us... for humanity.
<Hellion> And...
<Hellion> it was for the best
<Miasma> So we can lose our minds and memories!?
<Reflection> What the hell are you talking about, Jess?
<Hellion> Ultron> ::Walks up to Jess and puts an arm around her::
<Cross> ::eyes widen then narrow:: ((Must get rid of this... get it out of my system...)) ::looks for the nearest human victim::
<Fathom> ::manages to melt into a puddle::
<IronMan> ::Strains, sweating:: Maybe you're going out willingly, but I ain't!! ::Tries to turn on Ultron and blast him, fighting back the pain::
<Reflection> I'm to cute to be turned into metal!
<Hellion> Ultron> And... she's been agreed to be impregnated to give birth to the first nano-sapien.  ::grins:: Humanity will die.
<Miasma> I'm living through that hell now jessica! I don't know anything about myself and I refuse to let happen to me again! ::Ingores the pain as best she can and leaps at Ultron.::
<Hellion> ACTION> TITAN CAN'T HELP BUT POUND ON IRON MAN AS IRON MAN TRIES TO ATTACK
<Cross> ::jumps on the nearest human, fangs extending:: ((I hope this works...))
<Titan> ::frowns:: ((No, I was tricked, by a machine of all things?! A machine. . .)) ::grits his teeth:: As soon as I figure out a way around this I'm going to dismantle you Ultron and you Stark, well. . . ::pounds IM::
<Hellion> ACTION> REFLECTION BLASTS CROSS AWAY FROM THE HUMAN WITHOUT WANTING TO
<Hellion> ********SIM INTERLUDE********
<Hellion> SCENE> ON A NEARBY BUILDING TOP, GOBLIN WATCHES EVERYTHING.
<Goblin> ::winces, watching the events:: ((Oh! Ow! That looked like it hurt. ))
<Hellion> **********SIM TO BE CONTINUED*********