//------------------------------// // Part 2 A Dazzling Beginning Chapter 8: The Burning Alure of Life's house collapsing // Story: The Destroyer and Her Doctor // by Justice3442 //------------------------------// “Uh, they are, in fact making a run for the Tarnation door,” Aria Blaze informed as she drew a bead on the less cute of the two and… buck, was that a hard choice. “Aria,” Adagio hissed out through teeth that were closed tight. “What in Tarnation is a call to the black depths that reach for all–” “Don’t demonize at me, hell beast!” Aria sneered. “There are keys so heinous that they exist in books bound by angel feathers!” “We know!” cried Sonata, errantly pointing her rifle out a window and shooting at whatever, because landblasting things was an excellent way to teach things that didn’t seak cover that they should get more friendly with rocks. “I plucked the wings! Hehehehehe!” Debera began slowly looking around the room, noticing that there were weapons everywhere. When the three women of the house were busy talking to each other, they actually encouraged her to grab ahold of whatever she could get to fight back with. It’s like they WANTED an excuse to shoot her. But, “No, no… I’m no good with a weapon…” usually got the conversation back on track. Turns out that Sonata, the er… blue one… She was trying to save her kid which was Jumping Jack Flash who was also part alien or archon… also it turns out that Sonata was the mom of all Jack the Rippers or the original… or Look, I was trying to politely drink my way through the- Oh! There’s another gun!’ Debra checked that the Dazzlings were busy and went for the gun… uh… they kept fighting over the name actually. The Nights were what Sonata insisted they were called until a recent change in leadership so that they are currently called the Shinobye. “Tony down, Tony down!” cried a baritone in the land of raining bullets. Sonata’s smile went slasher crescent moon. “Oh, got a good one!” Her laughter pierced the depths and shook the oceans themselves. “Well, it’s a good thing they’re done with him!” Aria jerked her rifle to the far right of her window and hit something that crack her bullet and let out a soft, masculine groan of protest as another body hit the ground out in the wildly grown and well-kempt, shifting gardens of the Boudoir of Fate. “Mute!” Adagio shouted. This was accompanied by a great deal of confusion as the speaking, barking of orders, and cries for help suddenly went silent. Yet, the roar of battle continued. Oh! That’ll keep things busy.  “Debra,” Adagio crowed out in a voice that always seemed to have a touch of ‘come hither that bounced around Adagio’s deep tones. “Please stop snooping and hand us weapons you find, handle first.” Crud… Caught. “Okay! But don’t shoot the doctor and his, uh… co-worker!” “Deal!” The trio all agreed. Debra, found a pile of derringers, some unboxed, some still hidden in their containers and a bunch of ammunition, she settled onto her knees and began grabbing handfuls of the weapons and ammunition. There was the sound of a bullet ricocheting off a carved wooden support next to Debra and she clutched her collection of small guns and ammunition before dropping a modest pile by Sonata. “Oh, goodie! Peashooters! Uh… could you find bigger weapons, please!” Debra dropped the weapons and ammo she was holding and began looking for other firearms to distribute. Let’s see… bigger guns, bigger guns, right… Rifles! Oh, the important thing that they said to me; Aria mentioned a Moon Core server that operated on the moon that kept the Jacks and like… a bunch of historical and mythological figures running around, trying to find the Holy Grail and just generally… I dunno. Hey! Gun! Okay… so, anyways, there’s a Moon Core er… Moon’s Cell Core that powers all the magical energies that are also based on people’s perceptions and what they know about these heroes, but the heroes can be the opposite gender…  She placed a rifle next to Aria who gave her a quick, “Hey, thanks, babe.”  “Uh… you’re welcome?” Anyways, it wasn’t the most scientific detail or anything. Adagio added bits here and there, but she was rearranging the room like they were going to fight everything in the universe and then…  Right! She might need more guns from the center and okay! That gun looks… Suspiciously not western. “Uh, hey!” Another bullet hit the ceiling, knocking loose some plaster and tumbling down with its front end flattened. Debra brushed away the plaster from her dress. “Adagio, why is there a Tommy-gun in your pile of… Okay, yes, that definitely looks like moonshine.” Moonshine Code Command issue. ====    ==== ========== ====    ==== ========== ========== ========== Water over Heaven  Battle At the Big Bridge Everlong mix. Time. Stand in Time’s light, soak in it, and let’s all stand still for a moment. Sonata cackled madly as Adagio grinned and shook her head. The three started reaching for grenades that were wel… they looked oddly non-lethal. Debra squinted and through the periodic atoms of alloyed steel she could detect detonates and chemicals used to make loud noises and bright flashes. Aria snickered as she shined a flashlight, a modern, slim and bright as a fricken car headlight across the gardens and multiple flash-bangs went off to the quiet yelps and sounds of amazement from those on the battlefield. “Debra, you’re my kind of maniac.” “... Okay, what exactly just happened?” Debra asked. Her face lit up mischievously. “And how do I do it again?” ~~===---=== ~~ — — — ~~ Through the corner of her eyes, Sonata noticed the intrepid doctor in his gray suit and the blue-haired doctor ducked past moving bushes, dodged bullets, show up behind enemy lines to pilfer guns, and… like… Okay! I agreed not to shoot and why would I shoot people who were taking this opportunity of everyone frozen in time and staring at lights that kept blinding them and also screaming at them to steal field rations? A piece of the house splintered a bit over Sonata’s hear causing her to clasp at her ear in pain, draw a bead on the rifleman, and opened fire. Her shot tore into his shoulder and rolled out of sight. “Freakin’ Marshals!” Sonata exclaimed. “Also, I shot a Marshal… I think he also runs a casino in town so… maybe be extra nice to him with the part about me shooting him and him also running a casino.” The Doctor brought his sonic screwdriver and it whirred as a bullet was removed from a bloody hole. Running his thumb across one of the gears of his sonic screwdriver, the sound from the screwdriver began to change and the wound began to close. “Amute!” Colgate exclaimed.  The three men around them couched and sputtered as words began to flow from their mouths once more. “Ah assume explanations are forthcoming,” Doc Holliday said, his lute caring a few dashes of annoyance. Wyatt rubbed his hand against the shoulder, it was a tad sore but a far cry from the pain of recently being shot. “We’re trying to get into the house with the uh… time-traveling witches that are…” Minnuette stopped, noticing one of the three men had ducked into the bushes and that the two in men in front of her were clearly not in the mood to hear about ‘time-traveling witches’. “Okay, the important thing is we keep on keepin’ on to the house!” She said as she motioned for the group to follow her. “Hey, do we need a kid in a gas mask?” called out Jamie as he emerged from the bushes with an armed, boy of maybe thirteen holding a rifle and wearing a gas mask. “Are you my pappy?” The child asked Jamie. Jamie grunted in annoyance. “‘Cause I think we should leave it here.” Colgate thought for a moment. “Child, er, rifle-child,” Minnuette greeted as first Lady Justice and then Minnuette, dentist extraordinaire, “Can you please provide covering fire for us as we run towards the house?” The Doctor produced his glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on. One blue lens and one red, and he peered at the child. “Alright, thought we’d maybe seen all of these. Didn’t know they could escape bloody England during a world war.” He produced a sonic screwdriver. “Try not to–” The child, its face covered with a gas mask, uttered a breathy “I, uh, alright… nice Doctor lady ” and rolled over and pulled the trigger on an unassuming bush.  The gun went off, the bush was suddenly decorated with a red spurt.  With a buzz and a whirr of his sonic screwdriver, the gun fired again and… And the TimeReverse. Immediate request. Personnel Swap Time Lord Victorious approves. Time Lord Victorious? *System reboot* Skynet activated. The Androids, Cyborgs, and Robots are on the march. “Girls!” Sonata exclaimed in a voice that awash with processing power. “I think I’m battling a robot brain thing from the future!” Aria activates shield of PRogram Link!  Link! Link! Link! Lemon Heart Applying Burn Life’s Hiest Down Minnuette produced an Aquamarine Sonicscrewdiver with a brilliant, watery glow of white light, deep water-blue, and aqua teal, and time flew backward, the Doctor’s Sonic Screwdriver repairing the rifle and placing the, now red-eyed child, mask clutched in its hand, now somehow healed. “I salute thee! Time Lord Victorious and Time Lady Justice. Allow, me to cover you on your journey to…” The Doctor suddenly grabbed the child and sprinted towards the ashen-irracondecent indigo eyes. You may be tiding on the high Time Lord Victorious, but others are– Aria grinned wide and reached for an hourglass with golden trim on the end-table beside her, she quickly flipped it and Colgate-Minnutte suddenly produced her sonic screwdriver and a parasol made of energy and sound produced in front of her and blocked pullets, explosions, and everything that was trying to hit her and Aria with intent to cause bodily and mindful harm. Time Lords’s your time has been… Reestablished, Silly Lords, the Ladies are tired of being ignored. We’re going to… Sonata reached into her pocket, produced a small, silver hourglass, turned it once, and placed it on the couch arm next to her. It wobbled for a second before she snatched it and put it next to a large metal lamp that was producing excellent cover from bits of wood and shrapnel from the firefight.   Adagio turned away from her street sweeper she was using to shame the Spanish Daggers by cleaning the house in a way that makes things messier. The Daggers, taking the rather viscous hint squirted from here to there, slashing foreheads, arms, legs. Adagio chuckled, “No one ever suspects the Spanish Inquisition.” With that, she fired a few more shots out her window, noting that one small grunt of pain escaped into the chaotic night as she ran towards a grandfather clock, stepping over piles of loot, errant bottles and so many tarot, playing, and cards of all sorts of all art it was a miracle she only landed the souls and heals of her boots on patches of hardwood floor. Sonata’s head bobbed from side to side, “Ah, pendulums!” Adagio reached the ornate brass and bronze clock, opened panels on the sides, grasped two levers, then pulled the right one followed by the left. “World…” Adagio began. “COSTA RICA!” Aria and Sonata exclaimed. Burn Brun! BURN LIFE’S HOUSE DOWN! A wave of energy burst from the house, then another, and another, in blues, purples, fiery golds, purple lights, red and yellow, deep blues, light blues that were redirected, waves and waves  ================ =======      ====== ================ ================ ================ ======         ====== Your trigram is fire over wind. The Caldron Minnutte’s parasol went bubble and as winding hot fire erupted in reds, yellows, blues, and even in greens that weaved between planets, the plants, the skies above and between friends. Foes be-dead! And Undead! Rise from the ground and… “Sonata!” exclaimed a voice that Sonata knew as a naughty Sunset Shimmer… who… wait i don’t think I’ve met her quite yet. “This is not the time, to summon an army of the undead!” exclaimed a male voice. A second male voice joined in. “Now is EXACTLY the time for Sonata-chan to summon the hordes of undead. We need a fair amount of the town’s populations and–” Sunset interrupted, “Can we take the town?” “Rise! RISE MY CHILDREN’S VICTIMS! Save the uh… “ “Mother! The Doctor’s Tardis is behind the outhouses in the Alley of Unfathomable Endings. “Hahahah! Usher the town’s people into the Blue Police Box down between the Eagle’s Feathers and the Fire Saloon!” “Still working on the name!” cried a woman from below the windows of the house. “Wait, wait, I see someone’s head’s on fire… let me put it out.” Aria looked down the site of her gun, aimed for a good second, the purposely jerked it to the side. There was the sound of bullets exploding rock and a cuss of the “What the actual… fuck!” variety,” from a male then female voice. “Screw you, Aria!” A voice like molasses in the hot mid-day sun shouted as she took a pot shot up at the window where Aria was busy counting ‘Indian Boys’ by shooting dead the traitor friends that just couldn’t believe that the sirens, as opposed to, oh I don’t know, any given teenager should rule everything! “Screw your last bake sale!” Aria cried as she gunned down bestie after bestie, the space behind Sunset and her partner, and around Sunset and her partner, and really anything not Sunset and her partner being a bullet-ridden mess as she ran screaming into the house. “Stop shooting at Sunny, but yes!” one of the guys around Sunset answered. “That bake sale was a downer.” “I uh… I had fun!” the other guy mentioned. “Wait, are you all play fighting?!” Debra asked. “Can’t you just let them in?!” Let the right ones in activated. Time Turner has approved the opening of the Tardis There’s several at the doors of Tarnation, and there will be many more from now until .Damnation. DAMNATION ACTIVATED, THE HOUSE HAS TARGETED FEAR ITSELF The Doctor sighed as he practically strolled under the sign that read ‘Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here.’ “I suppose I’m going to spend literal years finding and shooing undead skeletons out of my water closets.” “The undead will be privy to your privies!” cried a smiling azure blue man with long black hair under a wide-brimmed black hat, a duster that was decorated with mud and blood draping his body as he picked targets and lit them up with bullets, spells, and real lightning that flickered from the tips of his blades. The Doctor guffawed at the comment and scanned his surroundings, his glasses helping him see. Well, the insides were a right mess of fallen plaster, the odd chips of wood, but mostly a dragon's horde, or three, of goods from the time period, ancient Greece clearly. Are they… bloody hell, they look to be using at least one spartan shield as a snack plate. There are actually spears that are as old as the oldest buildings on this planet with dynamite strapped to the tips. And, alright! Those blasters are not of this time or planet. “Alright, could you maybe explain why Jumping Jack Flash has fell in lot with a bunch of time pirates?” “HAH!” A smiling azure blue man with long black hair under a wide-brimmed black hat, two gloved hands clenching long and curved blades attached to brass and shining metal firearms that shoot with green balls of burning into the hills above. “First off, well…” He put on a ponderous expression. “Jacko is not so much falling in lot with us as we kinda, maybe uh… are family.” “You know, I don’t feel safe here!” “Maybe not stand there, then,” Flash said. “You’re kinda asking to be shot.” A bullet ripped a hole in the side of the Doctor’s gray suit and burned his skin and encouraged his hasty entrance. “Everyone is going to rush around like they’re frickin’ bulletproof,” mused Justice. Grabbing her partner by the black duster collar and her other partner, by his duster collar, she managed to get the second in quite easily as he trusted her left hand into cover. “Justice, could you stop lighting up the hills to do the thing you said?!” “Right, right!” Justice, said as he fired off a few more shots and ducked into the house. “Covering you, bro!” “Thankee, Flash!” Justice said as he placed his back against the massive red Piller that also formed the hinge of the ornate door. “Thankee, Sunset!” he added. “You’re welcome, Hubby!” Sunset exclaimed as she lobbed an extra bright flare into the sky, lighting up the battlefield as oh so many couldn’t help but stare upwards. Allure magic was fun like that. Debra made her way up to the open door. Her eyes and mind reeled with everything she was seeing. Time was… Time was merging. Changing. Oscillating? The Doctor is/was… “Could you make sure the guy in the gray suit and red tie makes it to the door? He’ll have someone with him?” “Okay! We can do that,” Flash said. “Also, he’s right here.” The Doctor caught his breath, or at least tried to as Debra threw her arms around him. She squeezed him tight. Thankful she missed his fleshwound and–Oh, bloody hell. Why do I want to kiss this girl like my life depended on it? “Uh, Debra?” Greeted Colgate, “We ran in while those three were fighting everything outside. Also, the other three at the door just… wow… It’s like all three of them are working out bad break-ups on the countryside.” “I fucking love my family!” screamed Sonata. Debra planted her lips directly on the Doctor who found himself reciprocating the kiss and bloody ‘El… They damned the concept of fear itself. He thought while his tongue danced with Debra’s.  They were quickly ushered into the house by Sunset’s and Justice’s helping hand. Justice took a gentle tone with the two locked-lipped individuals. “Look, we can find you a couch or something if you two need to do that now…” “Getting frustrated, surrounded by people with kissable mouths and you two are making it worse!” Sunset exclaimed.  “Busy!” Debra exclaimed as she began to rummage around the insides of the Doctor’s jacket. “Debra! Please, I… we need…”  “Too wound up, resorting to violence!” Sunset exclaimed. Justice gently grasped Sunset by the waist, kissed her on the mouth, and pointed her in the direction of an open doorway where targets were frantically lining up as they ran towards the door. “Pointing wife unit in the direction of things that violence should be inflicted upon.” “Wife unit accepting change in targets!” Sunset cried as she produced a six-shooter with her left hand and energized cards covered in bright-pink and golden energy that fired from her hand to the sound of a roaring pistol as the green energies of Justice’s gunblades and Flash’s mini-gun that fired depleted cobalt rounds charged with energies that traveled faster than the concept of speed were… “Right, Sonic screw-drivers out!” The Doctor, Minnuette, and even Debra produced a sonic=screw driver. The Doctor’s screwdriver slowed the speed of the bullets so they didn’t tear the world apart. Minnuette’s slowing the Doctor’s time slow down so that the bullets were a tad bit more effective, and Minnuette reminding those that got hit by the bullets to brush their teeth.  Debra Hart stared long and hard at the surprisingly ornate and wand-like sonic screwdriver in her hand. Its crystal tip ‘wirr’ed as two cat paws claws extended and the bullets outside began zooming through portals, shadows, and veils. “I uh… I’m erm… redirecting a lot of the armaments, uh… bullets, the wind that’s on fire, the OH MY ACTUAL GOD!” Her eyes focused. “Okay, what the heck am I and how much water is coming?! It’s enough to crush… Everything!”  Sonata giggled. “Alright!” The room suddenly was alight wight the whirr and buzz of Justice, Sunset, Flash, Aria, Adagio, and Sonata producing their own sonic-screw drivers. “Uh, this might be an odd question,” the Doctor said as he sprung to his feet. “Is there an Adagio present?” A tuft, and then a mop, and then the whole hair saloon worth of golden, shining hair attached to a woman holding an honest to Gallifrey sonic-screwdriver that shined a cadmium yellow. “You really should do your homework before barging into someone’s house.” He grinned up with a boyish flop on his face. “Not really my style, mum. I was told to tell you, er for you to tell me ‘It has begun.” Adagio's grin turned crescent and swung from side to side. “It has begun, dear Timelord.” Time’s Barries Are  B-R-E-A-K “Applying mis-re-shake-rattle and roll-back!”  exclaimed Debra. “Hello!” said Debra’s voice, yet it came from one of the many, many open portals inside and outside the house. “This is the horse version, er… pony version of the woman who just ruled back tike. We need it to be a bit less exploded for this all to work out.” “Boo!” Justice exclaimed. “Hiss!” Sunset added. “I honestly need something that shoots fewer bullets!” Flash exclaimed as he seemingly dropped his massive gun with its rotating barrels into a flashing, sparkling portal. He produced a weapon that looked like a barely-portable launching pad for howitzer-sized ammunition and began firing off large bombs that exploded into blinding lights that left craters and mushroom clouds in their wake. “Baes,” Aria said. Seemingly addressing everyone in the open living quarters that expanded to the eight walls of the house and up three stories to the ceiling. “It’s uh… time is gonna bleed a heck of a lot and try not to go insane.” The Doctor looked upwards with his glasses, finding that there was some sort of barrier, and… the house bottlenecked it was. It had the shape of. He looked down… It was some sort of cascading helix shape that was constantly repeating an hourglass shape in a wheel, no double wheel and… Time was bending around it, bobbing the house up and down like the whole complex was riding through rapids. Also, uh… There was an armed Debra holding guns just… right, right, the aforementioned time bleeding. I uh… should probably stop that. “Also, you’re paradoxically upstairs!” Announced The Doctor to Aria, but also to himself as he Right, time’s bleedin’. I aughta.... “Shooting the air around Sunset and her boys like they were the only things that mattered!” He looked down to confirm that the same people were here. And yes, okay… Sonic-screw driver out. Trying to dial this into a less dilapidated mess of timelines merging and pendulum swinging back and… Oh sigh… Oh bother… Oh Bloody frickin’ Hell in an Ichor basket do they have so many bleedin’ things just bending, drilling holes through, and just…  The Doctor took a look at another timeline. “Debra from that timeline with all the guns. Set them down, don’t fire them! They’re honestly trying to get us inside and I don’t know about your timeline, but imagine a place where everyone and everything was being pulled into a bug zapper made out of magic and fire and actual bullets. “Oh! Uhhh…” D.H. took a quick read of the room and realized just about everyone was more than a little afraid of the bullet storm she could release, indoors. She gently set her guns down, then several things happened just about all at once. She uttered a confused, “Wait that all sounds bad!”  Jamie walked up to the pile of guns, snatched a hand cannon, announced “Borrowing this! Cover me adopted son of war.” “Yes, pappy!” announced the bounding gas-mask wearing boy who grabbed two more pistols from the pile and followed the mercenary to a window where their guns soon found targets in desperate need of shooting. Cheeks soaked with tears, and bellowing “Babeeee!” Sunset charged Lady Justice who returned fire with, “BaaaaaeeeeeBeeeeee!” and they embraced like the world might just up and be ripped apart around them. The Doctor blinked. “Wait, Sunset was with a make Justice and isn’t that… Minuette?” A windowpane shattered as bullets ripped up and above Debra’s head. “I’m trying to follow it myself.” She said, ignoring the bullets above her save for ducking her head lower. “I think that Sunset came in alone and that Time Lady walked in with a you that snuck in under less actual everything-fire.” The Doctor looked at Debra quizzically. “You’re following this?” “Uh, I’ve seen some of it before?” Debra reported. “Doctor are any of your companions erm… Time Lords?” The Doctor chuckled. “Uh… some of them are in fact, Time Ladies.” Debra cocked her head. “But no Lords?” He smirked. “Alright, some of them are Time Lords.” “Why don’t you just…” Debra’s lips twerked. “I uh… Doctor? I don’t know why, but I want to kill you with an intensity of a genocided species.” Debra’s eyes almost turned to a glare but her questioning brow stopped it.  The Doctor swallowed as he looked into those sapphire yellow eyes. Simmering with the fires of Gallifrey and the bombs of Skaro. There was a beam of blue energy that landed on a wall next to the male Justice who was busy running around applying his bullet-hose of a shotgun out any window that needed good spraying. White Portal Gun in hand, a purple-haired woman with lilac-colored skin sashayed in, her labcoat swaying around her black boots and her smile wide and manic. “Hey, Justice I need to help you hack–” A black portal opened from the ground to Justice’s left. He side-stepped to be next to the new arrival. “I heard ‘help’ and ‘hack’. So what are we hacking?” With a mad scientist’s laugh, another Twilight appeared from the black portal. With wings black as midnight and a sparkle in her eyes of worlds still yet to be visited. She smiled sweetly at Justice and the mania-ridden self that had just teleported from the moon, proving that portal travel is faster than the speed of light. “Hello, Justice! Science me! I’m not here to help in so much as make sure we all don’t die from burning our own house down! Which… okay yes. I’m here to help.” SciTwi smashed a fist into an open palm as she hugged her portal gun to her chest. “Right, right, the combustible lemons.” “Burn your own life’s house down on your own time!” Cried an at-his-wits-end Lord Justice punctuated by the sound of a shotgun that fired pellets like a hose that was designed to spray lethal bullets instead of water. Justice looked up. “Uh, I think I’m fighting an ornery version of you two,” he said, noting the irony of addressing a crazed scientist Twilight and realized demon form Twilight in synch a fashion. “SciTwi! This is ScythTwi! I’m telling you to shoot your lemons outward!” “SciTwi, this is another SciTwi, those are words to live by!” “Hello!” SciTw, you know, the one that is physically above the two Twilight’s who appeared from portals and is fighting a Lord Justice who is the same, yet a timeline different being from the Justice the two portal SciTwi-Twilights are talking to, replied after the series of hack-taps on the side of her head informed her that once again, she was pointing her lemons in such a way that she herself would be… Oh! That one looked up at the house in an undesirable manner. “Wow! That-uh… That message hit home! But not this home!” she added. Twilight Sparkles! You have many ex-s outside that are trying to get in. “Thank you life!” SciTwi exclaimed as she loaded a large, snipper rifle, that was coated in the glowing embers of lilac psycho-frame crystals that dashed across the gun, spiraling out its large aperture, roughly three inches in diameter. She fired and her firing was met with the echo of an explosion. “SciTwi!” screeched a masculine voice.   When Life gives you a lemon. “SciTwi! I HATE YOU!” rasped the voice in the voice in the fiery acid-fumes it was wading in. Burn HIS/HER/Prounon of choice’s, HOUSE DOWN!* *in this case “he”, yes, it’s very personal, and I identify as a Social Justice Alchemist, thanks for asking! “YOU!” Lord Justice snickered. “Identify yourself,” he crowed.  As he took in target notes from the screaming guy who was screaming the news mostly regarding how much he was breaking up with SciTwi. “Let lemons RAAAAAAAAIN! Let the white horse be sour-sweet” “Present!” Sour-Sweat exclaimed, a lemon in each hand and in agenda in each hemisphere of the brain. “This is what I get for loving too much!” screached the G.I. Joe Legion of News the had invited itself to a lemon party of melty-meltatastic proportions.  Lady Justice and the Sun that hides behind the evening clouds had checked in, kissed passionately, rifled through each other's pockets for… ammo, cigarettes, lighter, switchblades, multi-tool, multi-tool, several mini Holy Hand Grenades, Tarot Deck, Playing Cards, A wind of bullets that they blew around them in such a way that, damn them for just inviting themselves past so many thresholds they needed a shower. A bucket of indigo pink-royal purple water doused them of their misery. “Jackie!” screamed Justice desperately. “Get indoors! Get, like, everybody indoors!” “But I’m having fun!” bellowed Jumping Jack Flash who was jumping, shooting firearms, laying traps, causing mayhem, creating chaos, and committing murders. Fire poured from his mouth, those that came straight him, he jumped over, and those he chose to end always, ALWAYS saw him coming, for all that it was worth. “Wait… everybody?!” “Eeveeryboooodieeeeee!” “Yokai!”  “Hey! Huey the NEWS here! Sonata! What is this Hell beast of a composi-child worth to all of you!”   “Jumping jack Flash is her BERSERKER!” Sunset exclaimed as she ‘you simply must think bigger, darling!’* a Jeep full of Japes. *This means she’s using a grenade launcher that hits like a meteorite.  “We are ALSO here,”  cried many voices of pure, delightfully ID laughter! “We have seen how this town treats its people, so we went ahead and raided their Steeple! Crosses are ours, we took their blessed books. The Children Brigade continues its parade, and look at all the food we took!” “But we rescued the Gooood ones!” Bellowed a skeleton who was in a full white and black grand marshal uniform, the brass buckles glowing in the windy firestorm above. “And the not-so-good ones that the clan likes!” “Delightful,” moaned Adagio as she returned the love of her children with silver bullet kisses to those that hunted them. “Service with a SMILE, mother!” “The screams of terror and being burned alive please your mother!” Sonata Dusk exclaimed, “For realzies! But Daddy and The Sun who Peaks from behind the Clouds just got cleaned in vengeance, water, Passionate 3rd eye Hopesplosion potion, and The Punk Ruck mucus of all the Continental Shelf sex we had last night” “Alright! We have collected many trophies! May we keep them?!” screeched the horror that rips through the veil of lies. “Storm cellar entrance!” Bellowed Adagio. “Do what your mother says!” The Justice that is the Combustible Lemon bellowed, as well. “To the Dungeon with you!” Aria hissed, a touch of vermillion touching her eyes as she admired her brood’s handiwork. “Mom loves you!” Sunny tossed out to the Black Parade as she gave it covering fire. This involved bullets, actual fire, and your trigram is ==================== ========        ======== ==================== Fire it UP! And a color wheel of passionate energy began carving through less-gardened areas of the immediate vicinity. -The Summertime Killer arrives on hot, desert wind to teach and keep those who win. “Seriously,” Neoliee cried, her three-tone white-black-pink hair clinging to her plum skin in water-soaked clumps.. “I’m uh… going upstairs. Good work, my little predators!” she exclaimed as she traped, wall-eyed and haggard to the living room. Noting the Time Lord in front of her was more than a little bent out of shape and she needed, Okay, heavy bot movable… she thought as she borrowed a delightfully aquamarine chaise with a dark-wood trim. Debra huffed out heavy breaths full of stress and began examining the weapons below. She bent down and examined one here with one eye, and another here with another. You know… if I fire sideways. And with that realization, Debra started grabbing firearms and looking past the barriers of the mundane world and into the fates of time itself, seeing world after world ending in suffering if… Okay, I’ll fix things with being me and the Doctor… My Doctor… he can fix things by being him. And then, she felt her clumsy move aside as her arms moved with precision and speed she didn’t know she possessed. She picked up a Derringer, one of the newer, smaller, two-barrel models, and fired out one window and then another. Shots bounced and ricocheted and timelines closed as if scared off. Debra Hart plunged her hands into the pile of weapons, swearing to never be helpless again.  Withdraw Order, this Universe has been-will-be- Is going Hydro. Signed Alliances: Twilight-Starlight-Other things that are an Expy of Sunset Shim–SHUT UP, JUSTICE! The robots and droids receive the call the withdraw. Many are already in the desired time shelters. Shifting for increased pressure. The Wired delivering Void coded message. Fret not creatures of this world, the waters shall claim you and you shall be… Oh, they have the worthy. Well.. DROWN “D.H.” said the Doctor, er, well… A Doctor?  “Speaking,” she answered brusquely as she compared hand-cannon colt 1 to hand cannon-colt-2 and, Wow! Did the girls ever own so many derringers? Oh, I can probably shoot that guy through that–” “What in blazes are you doing?!” “I’m being useful!” she exclaimed. Debra observed with the Doctor who was busy fixing time with his trusty sonic screwdriver and generosity that saw marching undead and terrified people, also animals, into hist Tardis! Apparently, the Tardis herself was proudly declaring that she was the New Ark and that she has more space than Noah’s bog-ridder of a boat.  Great, now my Tardis is going to need a wash in holy water. “DEBRA HEART, STOP THIS AT ONCE!” Cried the Doctor who marched up and was trying to get Debra to stop shooting, well… a lot of things indirectly. Which was impressive, considering he honestly didn’t think she knew how to fully operate a firearm. “THAT IS HOW YOU GET YOURSELF SHOT!” Debra exclaimed, kicking out the Doctor’s legs from under him as as bullets ripped through the air he was occupying before he landed on top of her. “OW!” “Bloody, blimey, fucking, peaking… Why did you aim for me to land on you?!” Debra Hart, the one who observed, tugged on the jacket arm of the Doctor Who Heals Time and they observed the display below and Time Turner and D.H. found themselves in a heap of each other. “I wanted you to land on something soft!” she exclaimed as she eyed one of the guns, pointed it at a window, said, “Cover your ears with your hands and mine with your chest, please!” “Bloody Hell!” screamed the Doctor as he did just that and six shot’s fired, and six missiles exploded off in the distance, their target far too far away to be bothered. “Debra,” The Doctor said gently. “I need you to know that taking a life is something that you live with every day. You may not–” Debra looked about the absolutely chaotic maelstrom that was the group and said, “Alright, this is stupid!” she picked up a gun. “I was about ready to throw down and murder everyone here to save, you! We killed a bunch of bug monsters just yesterday and I already had to shoot a potential rapist in a truck stop! Uh… Not, you know… truck stop ol’ wild west, but just on a road trip to see my cousin!” The Doctor said one word and one word only. “Bugger… Right, right, I forget the people I travel with have had rich, full, often terrifying lives before they met me.” He shook his head and pulled out a sonic screwdriver. “I’m sorry Debra, I can’t just…” A bullet ripped another window and caught the Doctor in the shoulder. He dropped to the floor, Debra falling with him. Blood rained in slow motion. Fire continued to rage around the green-red-yellow, BLUE-ORANGE-FIRE-FUSHIA-FUSHIA-ROYAL BLOOD PURPLE WRECK! The Doctor looked about the sheer amount of power around him and realized one thing. He could either be victorious or he could, well… probably leave the Tardis in the Wild West.  “WELL, BLOODY HELL THEN!” bellowed the Doctor as he stood to his feet and held aloft a Sonic-Screwdriver that vibrated the air specifically outside the house in just such a way that the bullets, energy, actual wind drills shattered. “ALLONSY~~`~~~!” wHRRR… wHRRRRR… wHRRRRRR “TIME LADY JUDGEMENT HAS ARRIVED” Message from the enemy combatants: WE NEEDED TO LOVE LESS-FLAMMABLE THINGS! ALSO, EVERYTHING WE LOVE IS SHOT FULL OF HOLES! ALSO, ON FIRE! EVEN THE ASHES BURN! mESSage from the TIME LORDS & LADYS  We have picked up our family! We’ll be on our way!  wHRRR… wHRRRRR… wHRRRRRR Close this World – texn eht nepO And the Tardisis’s drifted into the hole left in the world, a march of desert fauna following them through the drifting sands…  THERE’S A BLOODY PLUG MISSING FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA, YOU SEA, AND ALL YOU ON THAT BLODY FIELD ARE ABOUT TO BE UNDER AN AWFUL LOT OF ACTUAL, PHYSICAL, PRESSURE! Yeah… the Rainbow doesn’t prevent floods from that direction. “Do it!” Next chapter “Mommy needs me to be a good boy!” exclaimed Jack, black spray paint canister in his hands. “The Cyber-man of you CONscience needs you to COMMIT petty VANDSM!” “On second, thought,” Jack said out loud to no one in particular (snicker) “Mom might be proud of me!” he said drawing a delightfully black firework spread of a V with a quick circle about it.