Daemon Rising, part 4b

[a1enzo]

[Due to the wonders of Millitime, this takes place the morning after this thread, yet at the same time is happening right now. Whoa.]


Contrary to his own expectations, Enzo slept pretty well last night. No nightmares, although he did have a weird dream in which Hex turned into a pile of nulls with Mike the TV's voice. At any rate, he's well rested and ready for some world-saving.

But first, breakfast. He's at the Bar, eating a large waffle with far too much Maple syrup. Frisket has a bowl of something you're probably happier not knowing about.


[Leading to a supply run, mass digitization and mission briefing, and divers excitement and alarums.]

[First two subthreads are plotlocked. Enzo, at least, would welcome greetings in the third.]

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[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"Waffles it is," he said, hopping up on a stool, and the Bar complied with a tremendous stack of people-waffles as opposed to sprite-waffles.

A big stack.

What? It was going to be a busy day. He was going to burn through food like crazy before it was done.

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Matilda has been quietly eating her waffle during this exchange.

Now she quirks an eyebrow at Danny.

"I was just telling Enzo you oughtn't to fight wars on an upset stomach," she chides. "Are you quite certain you can fit all that into yours without it splitting apart at the seams?"

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Nom nom nom.

"Yes. I'm a teenager."

Nom nom nom, gnarf.

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"Right then. So long as you're sure."

She'll just be finishing up the last bite of her own (appropriately sized for later combat) waffle, thanks very much.

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"Not him. Nope nope nope nope nope, there we go, that's gotta be him."

A rather short man in a bright shirt, with spiky blonde hair was looking for someone in the bar.

He came over and tapped that someone on the shoulder.

"Hey, green bean. You Enzo? Ray told me to look for you."

[a1enzo]

Enzo jumps, coughs, and manages to swallow the last of his waffle. "Mm-hmm! Are you, what'd he say, Harper?"

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"Right in one. kiddo. I got the equipment all set up when you need it."

[a1enzo]

"Alphanumeric!" He turns to the voracious teenager. "Danny, you wanna go get the filelockers and icons while everyone's getting ready?"

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"Soon adI finidge waffulls," he said around a mouthful of them.

[a1enzo]

Enzo nods and addresses Matilda: "You go with him and get digitized, then. And your fireworks."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"I'll go and get the crates," says Tilda, and vanishes up the stairs in search thereof.

[a1enzo]

Enzo opens a text file and enters in a list of names. "Here's the people who're helping. They should be here soon." He passes the window to Harper. "Some of 'em can digitize themselves, but you gotta do the rest. And the fireworks. There's a lot of those."

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

Harper took the list. "Got it covered."

[a1enzo]

Enzo turns to the bots. "Stay with Harper. Danny an' I gotta do this part by ourselves. You too, boy," he adds to Frisket, who is pushing his now-empty bowl around the floor with licking.

[hack-slash-bots.livejournal.com]

The mookbots look at enzo and then at each other and then at Harper before looking at Enzo again.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Okay, waffles were eaten. Yes, that fast. Like he said, he was a teenager.

He peeked around, just to make sure the parentals didn't happen to be in the bar.

"Goin' ghost!"

After transforming he said, "Let's go...stealthily acquire the things we need to kick butt."

A pause. "Man, that just doesn't sound as cool as it could, does it."

[a1enzo]

Enzo grins. "Nope. But we can sound cool later."

He pushes away from the bar, hops down from his stool, crosses the room, and, with a deep breath, opens the green-veined Door.