Warehouse District, Thursday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

Topher did not wish to leave the lab. Really. He was perfectly content to stay there for a good long while. Maybe get a hamster or something. He and Warren could live there forever and grow beards and learn pizza delivery guys by name (if the world didn't end and wipe out pizza delivery guys forever) and he'd learn all about wings and bunnies and hamsters and probably sleep in Tony's suit or something.

However. Supposedly there were things around town that were trying to eat people. So Peter wanted him to move.

And plus, it was probably a good idea to get a change of underwear at some point. And pizza delivery guys didn't get that stuff for you. Not that he'd asked, or anything.

But... lab. Cozy. Comfy. Full of tech that could possibly save the world. And it smelled comforting, like engine grease and Tony. And Warren was here, and and and...

Okay. Yeah. Topher definitely wasn't leaving anytime soon. He was just going to take two steps outside in the direction of the dorms so he could tell Peter he'd tried, then probably hurry back into the lab. That was the best possible plan, right? Right.

[[For them whose services are getting have been requested, and then that girl who knows who she is.]]

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"She does get very unpleasant!" Topher agreed, scrambling over to safety Karla. "I'm pretty scared of her myself! So! You should just... not piss her off!"

You tell 'em, Topher.

[not-the-irs.livejournal.com]

The three Auditors had turned now, and they were drifting slowly towards Karla. So congratulations, Karla; that part of your plan had worked.

"How is it like shooting fish in a barrel?" Mr. Crimson asked.

"He is not a light source," Mr. Scarlet confirmed.

"Define 'unpleasant'," Ms. Amaranth added.

[glacial_queen]

"Both are far too easy," Karla replied to the first.

"Of course not, that would make him useful," she explained to the second.

"And just like this!" she retorted to the third, bringing up her hand to shoot them with an arc of Sapphire energy.

Except nothing happened. She stared at her hand in disbelief for a moment, shook it, and tried again.

Still nothing.

Well...fuck.

[dollpocalypse]

"Was that -- was that supposed to help?!" Topher demanded, whirling on Karla. "'Cause -- 'cause it did not!"

Topher Brink: Single-handedly cracking deductive cases wide open for fifteen years now.

[not-the-irs.livejournal.com]

"Don't do that," Mr. Crimson admonished.

Ms. Amaranth also didn't look too pleased. "That is Against the Rules," she said.

Meanwhile, Mr. Scarlet was repeating the hand motion Karla had made, just to see if that was something innate to the human form after all and they just hadn't known.

[glacial_queen]

"Hey, Topher," Karla said, grabbing him by the collar and starting to slowly step backwards. "Why don't you shut the Hell up?"

And maybe start unobtrusively walking? Away?

"What are the rules?" she asked, trying to call in her sword, or her knives, or, Hell's fire, even a paperweight would do. "There's nothing about coming in and vanishing people away? Because that's both rude and a really stupid idea."

Yay bravado!

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"Y--" Topher started to agree, before abruptly remembering Karla's suggestion and snapping his mouth shut. "Okay," he squeaked instead, scrambling to get traction under his feet so that he could actually walk like a human being rather than being dragged. "Should I get War--"

Nope. Probably not.

"Let's just go!"

[not-the-irs.livejournal.com]

The Auditors followed after her, picking up a speedier pace. "The multiverse is... messy," said Mr. Crimson.

"We are tidying up," said Ms. Amaranth.

"Who are you getting?" asked Mr. Scarlet.

[glacial_queen]

Of everyone and everything on this island, the last thing Karla wanted was for them to get Warren. Even though she still hated him, yes.

Shut up.

"We're not getting anything," Karla said, nudging Topher along. "Or anyone. We're leaving."

She threw up a shield between them and the strangers. And was somehow completely unsurprised when they walked right through it like it wasn't even there.

[dollpocalypse]

Congratulations, Karla. You now joined the ranks of the very few people who'd had the serious misfortune of seeing Topher try to run. It wasn't remotely pretty. There was panting and huffing involved.

At least the end of the world and the Auditors on their heels might make her slightly less likely to fall over laughing?

[not-the-irs.livejournal.com]

"No," said Mr. Crimson, "I believe that is a fallacy. You are not leaving." He reached out, attempting to grab Karla's arm.

The body felt very strongly on this point.

[glacial_queen]

Not at all interested in her dignity--or even laughing at Topher's attempt at running--Karla flung herself backwards into the ground. The landing hurt, but what was far worse was the fact that she couldn't sink through the earth like she'd hoped. It was like she was surrounded by a null field of Craft.

The only upside she could find of this new situation was that she managed to land on some rocks. Which hurt more, but gave her some real, tangible ammunition to use. "Eat this!" she snapped, flinging two fist-sized rocks at the male who'd tried to touch her. As soon as they had left her hands, she was scrambling to her feet and running after Topher.