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 Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:37 pm
Tony was not fast on the stairs, so when someone caught up to him and then spoke to him while running by, he very nearly panicked, jerked backwards, and fell down the stairs. Very nearly. Instead, he caught hold of the banister and looked at the senshi in shock.
It was the senshi from before, the one who had injured his arm!
"Sailor Themis!"
He felt like a child, being chastised like that, missing the parallel between being talked down to like he was wont to do to students and patrons who were being too loud or causing trouble. He reacted like they often did, as well. He was quiet while Themis was in sight, nodding his head, then hurried after him. Right back to what he was being told off for.
He reached the third floor feeling a bit puffed out, looking around. "Themis?" he called quietly, hoping there wasn't a youma hiding somewhere.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:44 pm
There was a on the third floor - as if the presence of a senshi wasn't tell-tale enough.
Thankfully, the youma had ample distraction in the form of said senshi, who had started his assult.
It was a spider.
Of course it was a ******** spider. It always had to be a ******** spider when he was in an otherwise unnatural fighting situation.
It was like the negaverse just... knew.
He'd underestimated Anthony's climbing speed, and he wasn't done with the youma by the time he got there - far from it. At least he'd gotten one leg off with the help of a nearby chair. He figured that with a youma in the building, the sacrifice of a chair was the last worry the librarian really had.
"Just a little busy here." The spider hissed at it got a face-full of chair. "Care to leave a message ?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:52 pm
Tony quickly spotted the senshi and the...
"Oh Lord."
He frowned, feeling his heart creep its way into his throat with each beat. He felt nausea wash over him at the sight of the youma. Normally, he was not afraid of spiders: they happened. This was a library, and they had high shelves and dark corners. Spiders were a fact of life, particularly in the storage room.
Giant spiders with horrifying faces and fury, thick legs and a bulbous, horrifying body? Not so much. It looked like it was patched together with corroded leather and something perpetually wet, with splotches of thick, wiry hair.
Tony's stomach lurched.
"Kill it!" He instructed immediately, picking up his cane and holding it like a bat. "Kill it quickly!" he moved over to 'help', if he could. Or at least offer his cane so the other had something better to fight the youma with than pieces of the library's furniture.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 5:58 pm
Yeah, it wasn't pretty. But Themis was getting used to it. Youma were very rarely pretty, and the more he spent distracted or repulsed, the more opening the youma got to eat his face.
Ew.
"Im trying !" No, seriously, he was just dancing tango with it ! The spider stilled, and he had a good idea what was coming. "s**t, duck !"
And sure enough, there was a nice strand of ickly, gluey web shot at that very moment. Themis sent his chair crashing on top of the youma in mid-jump, but seemed reluctant to take the cane - it was, after all, Tony's only true mean of defense when it came down to it.
Not that he liked to think that he was stupid and inefficient enough to let the spider get that close. That would take the cake.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:19 pm
Tony watched as Themis jumped up out of the way of the youma's attack. He grimaced in concern, then saw the chair break.
He sighed, but tried not to think about that cost to the library. As long as they got out of this without anyone dying, he couldn't be happier. Well, unless if the youma died. That would be nice.
"Be careful!" He warned uselessly.
Themis might not have wanted the spider to get close to Tony, but that didn't stop Tony from getting closer of his own free will. He ran in, as best as he could, and slammed his cane on the youma's head. It might have been more effective if he had super strength. The youma hissed and turned on him, then shot a disgusting string of thick, sticky web at him.
"Argh!!' He yelled, hitting the ground, immediately all caught up, and stuck to the floor to boot.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:34 pm
And this, Themis thought with a sigh. is why we do not play with youma.
At least he wasn't enough of an a*****e to let that thought come to light. Who knew, maybe this was the scare Tony needed to stay out of harms way later.
A man could hope.
However, with Tony pinned down, it only made him the obvious target for the youma. Until it was remembered that it had a senshi to deal with in the form of a chair leg right in one eye.
Usually blinding youma was a good idea, but when dealing with a spider, it was a little counter-productive - way too many eyes. No, this was mostly meant as an irritant, because Themis went right for for another leg - and off it went, though it splurged icky liquid (no way in hell that could even be called blood) all over him.
And the carpet.
Sigh.
He had half a mind to leave Tony right where he was, but he had no idea what kind of effect the web could or could not have, so he went to rip him out of it while the youma was distracted.
It was a little hillarious, a lanky nerd carrying a fully grown man.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:51 pm
Tony yelped when Themis picked him up and hauled him out of danger. He looked at the senshi, turning a bit red. This was... more than embarrassing, really. And disgusting: the web was not the most pleasant thing he had ever felt, and it seemed to seep into his skin, into his muscles, with a kind of slime that would, Tony was sure, never wash off.
As would be the case with the youma eye goo, or whatever it was, that now stained the floor.
"Ah, sorry, I was trying to help," he explained hurriedly, as the youma shook its head and tried to recover from the attacks Xavier had launched. Tony was very relieved when he was mostly freed of the sticky, unyielding substance. It had not wanted to let him go, but that wasn't surprising. Spiders used their web to trap their prey, he supposed.
Even youma spider.
"Ah, thank you. So. I'll just... stay here, then... and you can...uh..." He frowned sheepishly. He would have helped some more, but some of the web was still on his pants, which were now connected to the floor. So he was rather stuck. Literally.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:59 pm
Well, he could go with letting Tony's butt stick to the carpet and still sleep at night.
"It could have eaten you." Themis sounded more worried than pissed off - because, in truth, he was more worried than pissed off. There was no time to deal on this, though.
He had a youma to kill. A youma who was now going right for them, and wasn't exactly in a nice mood.
Themis went for one piece of chair and tried to bring it down as hard as he could - which apparently was hard enough to slide right through a previous eye wound and right thought it's head - and that was the end of that.
Though there was now dust everywhere. Thank to the goop, it was also sticking everywhere. "Oh, for the love of... I hope you have one hell of a cleaning crew."
He was the bug exterminator. He didn't stick around for the clean up, most of the time.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:14 pm
"I'm very glad it didn't," Tony replied, honestly. He sighed, knowing he had taken a risk charging in there like that, and needed to be smarter. But he got these urges, these impulses to 'do good', to 'save lives' or 'protect someone' and he just didn't have it in him to deny those impulses.
He'd have to learn better. Or figure out a better way to do it.
Tony looked disgusted as the dust coated everything, including the goo that was still clinging to his clothes. "Oh... gross.." he shook his head, trying to dust himself off, but it just stuck to everything and there was no helping it.
"Ah, well, if by 'one hell of a cleaning crew' you mean myself and some student helpers and one old janitor... then yes. I do."
He looked up at Themis, smiling feebly, and then letting himself laugh. At least they had survived, again, and the disgusting spider was gone. Yes, he had a lot of cleaning up to do, but it could have been a lot worse. "Thank you for that. Ah... again."
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:19 pm
Oh, this wasn't going to be fun. Themis made a face at the mention of his stellar training crew. Or the lack thereof.
"Wonder how the hell it even got in here..." Oh, well. Too late for that, hm ?
He figured he should unstick Tony from the floor, since doing so as Xavier would be all matter of unfun - and so he did just that. "Ill just get you downstairs, try not to stick to everything." He said, amusedly, and then did just that.
"Might want to take off your shoes so you don't stick right into the floor again." Did this s**t even wash off ? His magic always did the work for him. Oh, gross. Grooooossss.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:34 pm
"I'm sure it followed me in," Tony sighed. "Or has lived here for years and I've never noticed."
He was surprised when Themis helped him up, glad that his pants didn't stick to the floor, nor did they come down or tear when he was helped up. He would have died from embarrassment if anything like that had happened. Not that the rest of this had been particularly good for his pride.
"I think I will," he sighed.
He looked at Themis once they were at the front desk, noting that the library was rather empty. Smart people had probably run away. He leaned on the counter, trying not to stick to it. "I think I can handle things from here. Someone might have called the police. Not sure you want to be here for that?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:52 pm
"Not especially, no." But there was the matter of his bag... "Ill just jump a window - hope you get some help with that mess !"
And so Sailor Themis left - but not to jump out a window. No, he ducked behind the same bookshelf, waited a bit, then powered down and gathered the content of his bag before sliding his way out as silently as possible.
No way he was cleaning that goop. He killed the youma, and that was certainly enough, right ?
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