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As he was getting swung around, the fluid responsible for balance in his ear was thrown totally out of wack.

Everything became extremely blurry, houses blended in with the sky and soon there was nothing but a giant grey mass that encompassed every bit of his vision.

He tried closing his eyes, but that just made it worse. A lot worse.

He couldn't help himself when he suddenly threw up.

Athan's eyebrow arched slightly as he was hung over the plant's mouth. That...well, that was unexpected. The plant didn't seem all that intelligent, and although he had himself in a somewhat fickle position, he wondered if his sword would do well to protect him in this situation.

He shifted his right hand slightly, tightening his grip on the weapon. Muscles flexed slightly in a futile last-ditch effort to strain the vines that captured him.

There is no way that this will end well.

He shook the thought from his mind. He had to focus if he was going to get out of this alive.

"Gah! You b*****d!"

His left arm was burning, and his vest was beginning to melt away. Soon, his chest was experiencing the same burning sensation. That was it, he was pissed now. Before the tongue could pull back, he utlilized his forearm, which was not currently being held by the vine, and swung the sword across his body at the 'tongue'. He didn't have to move his arm far, the sword was pretty large.

The mercury inside the weapon would supply the majority of the force, however, and carry the sword through the strike. The blow was currently aimed at what could have best been described as the base of the appendage.

That didn't work either. In fact, the unsuspected impact was just enough to cause a shudder to run through his arm. As he was being shook around, he lost his grip on his sword. First one finger, then the next. One more shake and the weapon dropped out of his hand and fell, tip down, towards whatever happened to be beneath it at the time. Hopefully not some innocent bystander. The last thing he needed was manslaughter on his conscience before he died.

He was thrown upside down a couple times. At one point, when he was being jingled, a bag of M&M's slipped out of his vest pocket.

He had been saving them for a special occasion.

"NOOOO!"

"Mhm...."

The petals smacked together as if smacking its lips.


"YUM!" the word echoing acros the street. The plant seemed inordindinately please.


"More...Seymour."

Owle might have hesitated, but the whirlpool appeared at her feet right as she landed...

And so she landed into the whirlpool.

She barely had time to close her mouth before she was swept away in the currents.

Well, the thing was huge and sadly, most people aren't able to through things up three stories, but some very entreprizing individiuals ran up to the buildings across the street from the flower and began tossing in the their candy, while others ran to the store and bought more. A case of the average man helping out the hero. The candy wouldn't make it to him, but might occassionally beam him as it was tossed. But fortunately most of it made it into the mouth of the flower.


"Mhmm...."And slowly he was lowered into the mouth of the flower, screaming as he would or would not only to come to a rest at the very center of the bulb. No teeth or fangs would brush his skin, but the hot sensation of the acid would remain. Once inside, in a round sphere would rest a small caldron with the PoC symbol on it and the word "Wrath" Inside the caldron was boiling muck. There was no heat to cause it to boil. But boil it did. And boy was the smell foul. So there was Athan, in the belly of a metal flower with a caldron of much.

And the muck soothed the wounds. If he searched the muck, he would pull up a tooth, with no markings other then cavities or anything but the flower itself would heave a great sigh of relief and the petals folded downwards to lie flat against the ground, the acid spilling over onto the streets.

"Thank you..."the flower hissed .But then was dead. And Athan was now the proud owner of a caldron of muck.