How the NPF Saved Christmas Final: Merry Chrstimas to All, and to All a Good Fight!

[mammothtank]

MT stopped at the doorway and turned around. "I'd be glad to take you, Mauve. Just follow me back to my tank. You don't mind teleportation, do you?"

[Krylo]

Krylo pulled himself up off the ground, bits of his body still healing, and most of his clothing blasted away. He looked liked like hell warmed over as he staggered over to his guns and picked them up, holstering them in what was left of his coat as Mauve asked for a ride, and Mammoth offered her one.

"I don't suppose I could get one, too? ...I'll even help you fight off Santa's legalese..." he asked, his voice still weak, looking back at Mammoth.

[Mr. Viewtiful]

Everyone was nearly gone, and nobody wanted to join in the party. Dejected, Mr. Viewtiful powered down his DJ equipment and put it away.

He then entered the driver's seat of is combat Escalade and drove off into the sunset, pumping several phat beats as he went.

I sure hope I don't get pulled over, driving without a lisence is generally frowned upon I hear...

[mammothtank]

"Sure, krylo, that'll work. In fact..." MT turned to the group at large. "Anyone who wants a ride home by teleport, feel free to tag along. Just keep in mind that you'll have to either walk home from my place or wait for the teleporter to recharge again... Well, I can still give people rides from there in my tank, I guess..." He slowly trailed off.

[The Wizard Who Did It]

Rejected.

The word played in the Wizard's head for a while, over and over again. Why does this feel like I'm some kind of nerdy high schooler, who just got turned down by a girl? Because you just asked her to a dance, nimrod. What part of ess-tee-yuu-eff do you not understand? Guys, could you-

Mammothtank's voice broke his 'train of thought', "Anyone who wants a ride home by teleport, feel free to tag along. Just keep in mind that you'll have to either walk home from my place or wait for the teleporter to recharge again... Well, I can still give people rides from there in my tank, I guess..."

The Wizard turned around and yelled to Mammothtank, "No, I think I'm going to 'walk' home."

Where to next? I need to blow off some steam, maybe destroying some bridge-- Now that sounds like my kind of fun. Hey, that's not a nice thing-- Quiet, you pansy-- Shut. UP!

The Wizard turned away from the others and ran. To where, one used to assume home. And then a day later a bridge had collapsed, which of coarse could have nothing to do with the Wizard Who Did It. Especially since it had broken over Mauve's house. With a sign left over that had engraved on it,

"Dude me go why I in Roy? Toad Dried With Whiz"

After a while, the sign started to make sense.

"Why did you ignore me? The Wizard Who Did It."

[Premmy]

Premonitions shrank back to his normal size and put the four sword back in the portal
dissolving the clones he pulled out a small communicator
"There's no way I'm cleaning this place up myself. Narrator send some worker droids to fix this crap heap up. Anyone want to enjoy their Christmas at a mansion?"

[phil_]

Phil_Mike finally calmed down after fighting the demonic army and having it disappear befor he was done. We still had some fight left in us... Now, it was time to wrap things up. "So, uh, how do we get 'un-fused?'" he wondered aloud. "Guess we didn't think of that." Phil_Mike surveyed the magic-using forumites. None of them seemed... safe. "Well, we're headed to Britain, folks. We have a date with shiney."

Phil_Mike raised his hands and summoned Astronomical Cat, who picked them up and flew them south over the horizon, probably to the British Isles.

After that, shiney probably seperated them again and harmed them both for interrupting his holiday.

[mauve]

OOC- Twiddy: I'm sorry! My horrible dial-up sometimes omits posts when I load a page, and sometimes I don't notice that the post numbers don't match up. (Ask Krylo; he had to fill me in on half of what happened during Chapter Three.) Apparently, when I wrote my last post, my connection loaded Toasty's post but then skipped over everything between his post and Raiden's. I thought I had fixed this problem when it happened during Chapter Three, but I guess I have to fix it again.

IC-
A short time later...

Mauve jumped out of the tank, waving to Mammoth and Krylo. She would have invited them inside for pumpkin pie, but it appeared that a bridge had exploded over her house.

"What the hell happened to my house?!" Mauve fumed. "I don't even live near a bridge!"

She picked up the sign that was sitting atop the rubble.

"Why do you ignore me? The Wizard Who Did It." Mauve's eyes narrowed.

"Oh don't worry," she muttered. "I'm not going to ignore THIS." She rolled up her sleeves and grabbed a phone book.

"Did it, The Wizard Who..." she whispered as she scanned the yellow pages. "AHA!" She kicked through the rubble until she found a pen and paper. Carefully she wrote down the phone number and address.

A short drive later, Mauve arrived at Twiddy's place of residence. Calmly she knocked on the door. No answer. Humming a Christmas carol to herself, she pointed at the door and cast Firaga. The door crumbled to ash at her feet.

"Hey Twiddy!" she called, stepping over the smouldering ashes and into the front hallway. "I got your Christmas present! My very own destroyed bridge!" She started eating a gingerbread cookie as she advanced on the wizard, building up the necessary magic energy.

"If you can still talk after I beat the living shit out of you for ruining my house," she began conversationally, "I might let you say something more about this Archmage Dance. But I'm not promising anything."

[The Wizard Who Did It]

OOC: It's alright. No problems. Now excuse me while I go cry in the corner over there.

IC: Breaking a bridge over Mauve's house had appeased his anger somewhat. He knew it was not going to last, but at least he had time to recharge. He may be a powerful wizard, but trying to hover a bridge from China to her house had drained him. He decided that what he needed to do, y'know after almost dying twice in the past night, was wind-down and watch some sports. Of the football variety.

He was just getting cozy when someone knocked on his door. Who would come to my house? I've already driven off door-to-door salesmen... for crying out loud I was in a psychiatric ward for the past few months. Getting up and mumbling, he started to walk toward the door. He heard someone humming on the other side of the door. If it's those blasted kids again then they are finally going to learn the meaning of the term 'casualty.' After that the door burst into flame. With speed only matched by when he heard Shiney was out to get him by a now unconscious forumite, the Wizard jumped back from the burning door. Mauve walked through the hole in the wall, and called to him, "Hey Twiddy! I got your Christmas present! My very own destroyed bridge!"

He could see her building up energy as she advanced upon him. Comically, she said in a conversational tone, "If you can still talk after I beat the living shit out of you for ruining my house, I might let you say something more about this Archmage Dance. But I'm not promising anything."

The Wizard grinned baxck at her and exclaimed, "You'll have to catch me first." Before she could react, he was already halfway to his back door. He skidded to a halt and turned around, yelling through his house, "By the way, do you know that you look gorgeous when you're mad?" Wait, you're running from a girl? Just so I can say with a streight face that I didn't get beat up by one and shut up.

And with that, the Wizard ran out the door and was on his way. Where? Probably anymore Mauve wasn't at the moment. In other words, the ruins of Mauve's house. There was no way she could find him there.