Topic: Kaboom!

Tasha Oberon

Date: 2015-07-08 12:07 EST
The air is thick with sick from demented brains and thoughts But here they are, all together, every one of them caught This is a celebration, in that the Carnival's cheering It's not too often Bang! Pow! Boom! makes and appearance And the winds in the sky will carry away all the ash But for now let us enjoy the big back-splash!

With a Bang! (BANG!) Say goodbye to everything! Your complete annihilation is the reason he came! And a Pow! (POW!) He's wiping everything out! Turn your whole fucking world into a mushroom cloud! And a Boom! (BOOM!) It's your inevitable doom! Insane Clown Posse - "Bang! Pow! Boom!"

Most days were good. This was not one of them however as she popped out of air in the middle of gang area of the WestEnd. Beside her was a very large black shaggy dire wolf. Killian was looking about as baffled and confused as Tasha. Of course, she didn't give her dog a choice. Since no one else would let her practice on them; he was her last option.

Considering her target location had been the Oak & Ash, some ten minutes away she had not done too badly really, at least, not for the first time including another in her efforts. Trouble was, just across the way was a whole pack of wild vampy heathens. So, if any actually caught wind of her that might mean trouble. For this reason, she eased carefully back into the darkness. Her timing of course was bad. After all, it was near midnight, in the midst of vampire territory. Not good considering she was almost sure, the whole crowd of them had a price on her head as her fang collection kept growing.

While watching the crowd loitering on a dimly lit, graffiti laden corner, Tasha started to realize something was very wrong with them. They were all standing around with little boxes in their grubby, blood stained hands, just tapping away. None of them looked up. It seemed to her after a short inspection, their eyes were stuck upon those tiny gadgets, transfixed. Each had heads bent over, squinting at the fine print messages that left light dancing upon glazed, hypnotized eyes.

Two things instantly came to mind: One was that these idiots were standing in the WestEnd, with cell phones. A wave of wild magics could spawn up anywhere at any time. The second thing is Tasha herself was a walking conductor of that very kind of magical energy. In addition, she had Killian, who was likely of little help, as he tended to like everyone, (except Karrilyn's big ass cat,) but he was with her, so she counted him in. By her count, there were eight or nine vamps lost in their tiny digital worlds.

Odds were not good for the youthful creatures of the night to have actually thought to get those expensive toys magically adjusted, so as not to turn into explosives in their grasping fingers. In fact, Tasha was very sure they hadn't - so if any were to take that bet, she would win.

So confident she was that they likely would not even look up, as she had watched a few tasty morsels dash by already, on their way home from late night jobs. Tasha deemed this a perfect opportunity to test a theory that many Bloods said about her, and the mana she channeled with such ease.

Therefore, taking a deep breath, she started to pull off the various ley lines beneath her feet, soaking in all the energy she could. In fact, to any who had mage sight, which allowed them to see magical energy, she would be a rather bright beacon in the dark.

Tasha Oberon

Date: 2015-07-10 13:02 EST
'Cause I have done it before and I can do it some more I got my eye on the score I'm gonna cut to the core It's too late it's too soon or is it" Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, BOOM The Hives - "Tick Tick Boom"

None knew why she had this ability and the Spidermages had studied her and the power she summoned from the ley lines at length. She simply could and had for ages. Not only was it a powerful source of fuel for herself, but she could pass it on to others. It was neither light nor dark energy. In fact, the official determination was that it was chaotic energy, which actually suited the diminutive elf just fine.

After a few moments as she continued to charge herself up so to speak, she sent a wave of that energy towards the vampiric cell phone zombies. If this worked in the manner she hoped, even the watch would blame it on wayward mana shifts. Snake like wisps of pale mist slunk and rolled across the cobblestone roadway towards the various "Lost boys & Girls" in a silent stalking.

Only one actually looked up as their phones started to make a curious beeping. For just a moment, he looked confused. Of course, the moment his eyes landed on Tasha he let out a faint curse word that started with the letter "F" but never was completed. One after the other went up with a loud satisfying "KABOOM!"

It was such a lovely sight, and Tasha enjoyed watching as one after the other just went off like little firecrackers, albeit a little louder than a mere black cat. Dust and bits of bone went flying. She barely had a moment to wonder about their feeders before her dog tried to bolt.

Killian was only a little startled, as he was used to Tasha who was a rather noisy creature to live with. He dragged her only a short distance away before she was able to get the wolf to settle down. Considering he was large enough for Tasha to use him as a horse if she wanted, she counted herself lucky to get him calmed so quick. "There is a very large stack of steaks in your future Killi boy!"

With her wolf's help, she was able to find most of the feeders. She plucked the curved fangs up from street, having to search through the dust and street debris. She would certainly need to wash her hands. Well, in fact she herself was wearing a fine coating of vampie ash, a fact that caused her to make a face. One by one, she dropped those teeth into a small plastic bubble and then gave it a shake. "That was fun Killi. We better get a moving though before the law ventures into the WestEnd, which they may not. But I would rather not end up caught in the act so to speak" Killian gave a soft "woof? in agreement.

Moments later the pair were heading off towards the Oak & Ash. With a few pauses to let the wolf leave his mark upon the usual suspects, light posts, hydrants and trees. Later, when Tasha shared this story she would offer a moral to the listeners. "Text Messaging gives you hunchbacks, ruins your eyes and destroys social skills. Not to mention in the WestEnd, those little boxes can kill. So look up occasionally or you might get run over by a carriage or a car. Oh and watch out for wild mana," There would be a pause. "And me if you're a stupid, soul sucking, vicious vampire.?

The End.