Anyway, we've had to adjust to our new 'status' as 'celebrities'. There was the inevitable kidnap attempt of family, with three thugs attempting to take Doolittle's family hostage. We'd been doing an interveiw at the same time, so we brought a camera along and televised the resulting battle. Within three minutes, one was a gibbering wreck, one was suffering burns and being mauled by a tiger, and one was, well, Blackmage sort of....accidentally turn him into a frog. He's still getting to grips with his power, but it was freaking cool. 'I trust this message is understood?'
Yeah, no trouble since then. :)
We recently had a spot of bother with a basic flaw of human nature. As a race, we have a tendency to panic when stuff we can't handle happens. HG, and our mass fixing of the world's 'injuries' fall into this category, so naturally, people started rioting.I suggested Broadcast and Jingle try a combined attack, as they both have abilities that can stir emotions, and, well, tis the season......
On the roof of the base, Broadcast and Jingle looked out at the city. Flurries of snow began to float gently down, and music filled the air. They clasped hands and began to sing.
'Silent night, do not fight,
All be calm, all be bright,
Round the world people have gone wild,
Calm your tempers, be tender and mild'
Rest and be at peace,
Let this madness cease.'
The city ground to a halt as a calming blanket of snow covered it, and the beautiful, soothing melody rang out, sending everyone drifting off into the land of nod. I beamed it out across the radiowaves, and chaos up and down the counrty faded into quiet, restorative sleep.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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