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in favor of her cricket bat, and managed to beat a Redwall fox-Sue to a bloody, brain-leaking death.

With that finished, Adder whipped around just in time to bloody another Suevian's head into a pulp, and witness Ellen's difficulties. "HEY! CAP'N CRUNCH!" she taunted the pirate, advancing.

The Sue flourished a cutlass. "Back, I say, foul agent!" she cried, swinging it in a sideways arc toward the PPC agent's head.

The lightsaber hummed back to life and sliced the sad metal blade like, well, a lightsaber through metal. Enraged, the Sue raised her pistol. With a force she did not know she possessed, Adder swung her 'saber again. The pistol was sent flying. The pirate's gun hand was sent flying in another direction.

Adder pulled out her reed knife and raised it, her braces-studded Cheshire smile practically glowing in the lighting.

"At last, my arm is complete again."

And stretching the webpage.

Together/separate from an Easter thing? *been vaguely thinking about that*

Maybe a memorial service? The Orchestra could do something maybe?

There's the other board, if it really needs moving…

"Suppressing fire, huh? Reckon I can help there," she said, moving forward.

Leas grabbed her shoulder. "Protective magic first," he told her firmly. It was good that they hadn't had to use them before, but he wouldn't like to take on someone like Marcus's double without protection, and he doubted the others would, either.

"Yeah, yeah," Deryn sighed, making sure she wasn't in the line of fire before starting on casting Protect on everyone she was sure was on their side.

Is something wrong with the old thread? I've never seen any RP continued like this, paticularly with the rules about double posting.

Ellen rampaged through the cafeteria like a whirlwind, having spontaneously switched into Jack Bauer mode with deadly effect. With a stool she smashed the ribs of a Stu and singled him out for interrogation.

"FEDERAL AGENT!" she yelled at his terrified face. "WHERE IS THE BOMB?" She grabbed his thumb and snapped it like a twig.

"Arrrgh! There's no bomb, I swear!"

"THEN WHERE IS YOUR LEADER? WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!" She snapped another finger.

As always, the Jack Bauer Interrogation Technique provided an instant answer, as well as gratuitous plot exposition:
"Gaaah! He... he's probably trying to get to the Department of Dead Author Electricity Generation! The plan was to incinerate their bodies. This way we not only destroy the canon-makers, but we also paralyze the PPC headquarters."

"How many are you?" asked Ellen grimly.

Before the Stu could answer, a pirate Sue shot him with a pistol, killing him instantly. "DAMMIT!" snarled Ellen.

But we think we hacked through the filters. These are clever vermin. although, there are rumors that the coordinators figured that knowing the list woudl make them better student punishers.

B&b poked her head out from the RC, where she had been patiently waiting for her new partner to show up so she could finally get the ropes of the PPC. Lime-green painted nails dug into the Generic walls as some girl (presumably an agent) launched past her and onto an unidentified, way too pretty female...thing. Presumably a Sue or agent gone crazy, B&b concluded and quietly stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind her with an unheard click, lost among the chaos of noise and yells.

She leaned up against the door, crossing her arms and ankles casually, watching the mayhem with an expression similar to a bored woman forced to watch a horse race. "What's going on?" She asked whoever was near her, currently fighting something that looked like a weasel, though she couldn't see all too clearly.

…what was a were-penguin doing on a world known to have a moon when he didn't have to be there? You've got Tawaki dropping by before the PPC is seen.

Oh, gods, he thought. How much did I miss?

A distinct humming reached his ears, and he looked up to see his partner standing over him, swinging her lightsaber at any Suevian who came to close.

Deuce sat bolt upright, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. His blue eyes quickly took in the full extent of the fight. "I see we have a nice little skirmish in here," he remarked. "Where's my dagger?"

Adder disemboweled an EPC elf before turning to her partner. Grasping his arm, she helped her partner to his feet and handed him both daggers. "Thanks, by the way," she said. "You saved my ass maybe like, three times. Something like that."

"Judging by the severity of the fight at the moment," Deuce responded matter-of-factly, "I'd say it was more than paid for. So thank you, Adder."

Gritting his teeth against the pain in his wounded shoulder, Deuce swung a dagger and slashed the throat of an attacking anthro weasel Stu.

I liked the CAD's reaction.

Who thought it was a good idea to let Cluny near the List? Are OFU characters considered that "tame" or was it an accident?

Alex saw the lightsaber fly through the air and jerked to the right in an attempt to catch it, throwing the wolf off balance in the process. Hand reaching out, Alex lifted his arm as the lightsaber began to fall down, his fingers curved as he prepared to hit the activation button...

And promptly felt the hilt hit him between the eyes hard enough to make his world turn black for a moment. The handle dropped to the ground with a clatter.

"Sorry!" Chase called, then was forced to turn back to her opponent as he nearly took her head off with his sword. All the nearby Agents were similarly occupied, so there would be no help for Alex from that quarter.

The wolf Sue had gotten back to her paws by this point and snarled viciously as she jumped at Alex. The PCCer, who had just gotten his fingers around the saber hilt, was thrown off his feet.

The saber handle slipped from his grasp once again, only inches out of his reach. Reaching for it with his left hand, Alex tried to the wolf's jaws shut and away from his neck with the other. He wasn't having much luck. The wolf's claws tore holes in his jacket and jeans and left bloody gashes in his chest and legs as it struggled to break free of the death-grip Alex was exerting on its jaw. Alex struggled to twist to the left, and the wolf took advantage of that to jerk its jaw free of Alex's grip.

It lunged for the Agents neck at the same time he got a grip on the curved saber handle and swung it above him. The Wolf! Sue impaled its head onto the lightsaber, shrieking as the energy blade burned through its lower jaw and skull before emerging through its left eyesocket.

The howl stopped, and the Sue collapsed onto the Agent. Panting and exhausted, Alex tried to move, only to be stopped by the corpse's sheer bulk. Absently, he noted that the body was just the right size to be made into a very nice rug.

Fortunately and unfortunately for the trapped Agent, the combatants of both sides were too busy killing each other to notice him. Fortunately because it meant a Sue wouldn't come over to finish him off. Unfortunately because help would not be forthcoming. Two minutes later, Alex finally worked up the strength to push the body off and pull himself up. Wincing with each movement and the pain it brought from his various injuries, the Agent got back to his feet.

"Hey, he just saved our asses from that guy, don't be too hard on him," the Assassin said, putting one hand on her arm. "Come on, give him a break." He offered one hand to the anthro fox to help him up.

Jessie whipped round when she heard an unfamiliar voice to face... a Sue. How lovely. The fiery-headed woman, acting on instinct, drew her sword quickly and began hacking away at the EPC Agent.

naomi screammed, raising her backpack and heading over to the fox. "WHAT HAVE i told you about firing it indoors?"

Drake looked pleased with himself, but his ears dropped and he cowered when he saw the backpack.
"Errr, don't?"


"so, they killed my partner, maybe I should kill you?"
came a voice from jessie's right. There having obviously teleported was Naomi's double wielding a glittering sword and bedecked with all sorts of close combat weaponry.

Nat reached for her own weapon, but stopped when she realised who the PPCers further down were. "Don't shoot at 'em!" she yelled at Marcus, not having seen the mirror'verse Agent. "They're on our side!"

Cassie leaned round to see who it was Nat was talking about, but glanced back at Zodfang in alarm when Marcus called for the Ork to come and help.

"Trojie! Hide!"

***

Mirror!Nat had shrieked with surprise when Marcus had been fired at, and was now fussing over him. "Are you sure you're okay? It's not hit you?"

Meanwhile, Cassie drew her gun and flipped her long, glistening golden hair back over her shoulder. "I've had enough of this," she stated. "It's bad enough we lost all the others. Are you going to come and help?" she asked Zodfang, batting her eyelashes at him in a manner she'd found no male could resist.

I was anxiously awaiting the Big Reaction, and you pulled it off with aplomb!

There was a loud boom and most of the urple fox disappeared, along with a large chunk of the wall. Drake was propelled backwards into the opposite wall, and when the dust cleared he was sitting in the dent his back had left in it, clutching his railgun so hard his knuckles were white under the fur.

Laburnum looked at Jessie. "Yeah, so that's Drake. That little incident probably tells you everything you need to know about him."

Just post here whenever you're ready.

Yes, of course lions have skin, but the bit I was referring to was talking about should have said fur, not skin, as it was referring to a... colour, I think. Which, yes, would be influened by their actual skin, but the point is that they should've... ack. It's bad anyway.

The Lion King & The Little Mermaid Crossover

Script format, and somehow the Atlantic Ocean is in the middle of Africa. Yes, that's right; and there are crocodiles in it. Rotten prose, OOCness, stupidity (cub-Kiara speaks multiple languages, Melody forgets that she was NOT born with a tail, lions have SKIN...)

Also, Ariel is married to Eric, and they have their canonical daughter, but has become a mermaid again and warns Melody about "somme ruthless human"s. Go figure.

Not the worst thing I've ever seen, but worth PPCing nonetheless.

After the disasterous attempt to take over this multiverse's Department of Operations, the unexpected level of PPC resistance forcing them back, he had been charged with taking DoDAEG with the taste of defeat still in his mouth. Thanks to these worthless canon-lovers, he had lost a lot of his friends on the way here, but they'd managed to escape the slaughter, and now they were here in this hall. Putting a hand to the still-bleeding cut on his face, he couldn't believe the PPCers had marred his once nearly-perfect visage.

"Heh. Are you sure you know where you're going, Marcus?" Zodfang asked, standing to his left. Zodfang was about as handsome as an Orc got, with ornately designed battle armour modified to fit EPC uniform regulations, the mithril axe in his hand dripping with PPCer blood. A rare Orc!Stu from the Elder Scrolls 'verse, Zodfang had been his partner for a long time, the fact that they were friends the only reason Marcus tolerated the huge Orc second-guessing him.

"Of course I am, we're getting closer every minute," he said, giving Zodfang a sharp look before glancing behind them to Cassie and Nat. "You guys ready? It shouldn't be much further."

Once he had got a response from the two, he checked his revolver and pistol to make sure both were loaded. Satisfied that they were, he started to head down the corridor. It wasn't a long walk before they came out into another corridor, only to find the corpses of a group of their own Agents, being stood over by PPCers who looked almost identical to them. It didn't take a genius to figure out just what happened, and the Enforcer couldn't contain his anger, raising his weapons into a firing position...

Only for a bullet to go straight past his head, causing him to yell in surprise and duck back around the corner.

***

Marcus and company had been walking for a while before they found much worth noticing, the few Enforcer groups they ran into easily dispatched, much to Zodfang's disappointment. They didn't seem to be any closer to learning the truth behind this random attack, and any attempt to take EPC members prisoner didn't amount to anything, but at the least he knew he still had to lead the group to DoDAEG, and they were getting closer. It was only a matter of time before they rounded a corner and say Trojie, Pads, and Ansela standing over the corpses of their doubles.

Finally, a pleasant surprise, he thought about to call out to them when he saw himself (?!) round a corner behind them. The conclusion was an easy one to reach, and as his double started to raise his guns Marcus had already slung the shotgun onto his back and taken out the Colt, switching sheer power for precision in the hopes of picking the Stu off. Unfortunately, his shot just barely missed, but it caused his double to cry out and duck back around.

"WATCH IT! We've got hostiles," he shouted to the group ahead of him, squeezing off a few more shots at the area his double had come from to buy Trojie's lot time to get into cover. A bullet nearly clipped his ear, but the fact that it missed meant he only reacted by motioning Zodfang up. "Zodfang! Get up here and give us some suppressing fire! Maybe we can disable them, find out what's going on here!"

And to think this had been a relatively quiet 1 April.

((Joining, even though agent has not been approved or even applied yet. Is that alright? Kick me out if not.))

B&b poked her head out from her RC, where she had been patiently waiting for her new partner to show up so she could finally get the ropes of the PPC. Lime-green painted nails dug into the Generic walls as some girl (presumably an agent) launched past her and onto an unidentified, way too pretty female...thing. Presumably a Sue or agent gone crazy, B&b concluded and quietly stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind her with a an unheard click, lost among the chaos of noise and yells.

She leaned up against the door, crossing her arms and ankles casually, watching the mayhem with an expression similar to a bored woman forced to watch a horse race. "What's going on?" She asked whoever was near her, currently fighting someone that looked like a clone, though she couldn't see all too clearly.