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|Date of Scene=2017/10/25
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|Synopsis=... Kyle doesn't seem to want to talk about it... But let's just say that GL and Pixie went off-site for an extended adventure. There were cookies, and peasants, and an archery tournament, and then possibly a bunch of soldiers got really high. A good time was had by all. And everybody went home and had a good nap, especially Kyle... who doesn't really want to talk about it.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern of Sector 2814 is flying over Westchester, New York again. It's totally not because he wants to run into that magenta-coiffed vixen with the dragonfly wings either. Well... not completey... Maybe just one more pass over the general area... you know... in case he missed anything. Kyle's ring pulses annoyingly (for a ring), as this section has already been scanned. Twice.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn was doing her thing when something goes overhead. Not going over the institute but close enough to get the X-Men noticing. She figures she knows who it is though, so she goes to fly and see where thie green streak is going, to confirm.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Kyle flies to the actual gate of the sprawling grounds of the Xavier Institute. He'd been very careful not to actually fly OVER the school grounds, his ring having picked up a lot of energy signatures that look like they may be very excited about the opportunity to blow something out of the sky with great conviction. He lands with a bump by the gate, nervously running a hand through his hair. "OK... ok... ok... be cool, Kyle. Be cool," he mutters to himself, pacing a bit. He stops, pivots on his heel, and holds his hands open. "... oh... Hi... no, let me try that again." He pivots again, holding his hands open. "Hello there! Remember me? ..." Kyle lets his arms flop down. "Oh god, that's horrible. Of course she remembers you. You're a freaking Lantern. OK, ok, ok... get it together." Kyle walks a few steps, pivots again, his arms open again. "Hey... I remember you. You're that flying... girl... with the pink hair..." Kyle trails off, and then stops, staring. He hits himself in the forehead. "Kyle Rayner... what is wrong with you? Flying girl with the pink hair? Really??"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn flies out on the lawn, and over the gate. Coming across someone apparently talking to himself a bit. She folds her arms across herself again, and smirks. "I thought it was you. Hello space cop."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Kyle jumps a bit, and turns, and she's there... and... he's forgotten everything that he practiced. "Oh.. um... uh..." Kyle stares at her for a second, his brain short-circuiting. Actually, not so much as short circuiting, but more like, "Well, you wanted her, Kyle. There she is. Good luck. I'm going to go do this thing over here."<br><br>"Um... Yeah. Hi... um... Remember me? I mean... um... so...." Kyle looks mildly panicked. "So.... you... um... go to school here? I mean... this is a school, right?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn lowers her feet to the ground, snickering a bit more blatantly at his reaction. "I uh. Of course I remember you. I did just address you as space cop, didn't I?" Shaking her head, walking a little closer to him. "I used to go to school here, but I have graduated. So what brings you back?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ah, well... um...." Kyle tugs at his uniform, trying to remember to stand up nice and tall. "Yes... well, if you'll recall... last time I was in the area, I was tracking down a space-time anomally. I'm just... um... you know, looking around still... in case... I find a .... clue or something." Kyle laughs nervously and then sobers. "Sorry. Yeah. Tht's what I'm doing."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn laughs. "Well, what makes you so sure there is one her, space cop?" She leans on a tree near the fence, looking at him, getting comfortable. "Let's start from there."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Funny you should ask...<br><br>There is a ripping sound... well... if a ripping sound could be silent... It's felt, rather than heard... it reverberates within them both. Regardless, no sooner had Megan asked her question, but a bright crack flared into existence near the tree line. It pulses a couple of times, and as the two look at it, there seems to be some sort of hazy image through it.<br><br>Kyle blinks in disbelief, shaking his head. "Well... um... that, for one... unless that's something that happens around these parts normally..." Kyle deadpans, looking at Megan.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn blinks, and looks up "No, that's not normal, what did you do space cop? That never happened before you showed up." She then takes back off the ground, using her wings, to get more of a look at whatever this thing is.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>"Wait, Megan... Hang on a second..." Kyle floats forward as Pixie moves towards the rip in space and time. He shines his ring at the anomally, green energy flowing from the ring and bathing the area in a green hue. ((Scanning.... scanning...)) announces the ring. Kyle cautiously follows behind Megan.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn can tell something's wrong. Before it can go too wrong, before the effect on her take too much of an effect, she takes drastic action. Wings glowing, raising a hand, she mutters the magic incantation and ... vanishes.<br><br>She appear about 50 feet *behind* Kyle, though.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Kyle watches, eyebrow raised as Pixie vanishes in front of him. He vaguely senses her somewhere behind him, but he's too busy analyzing the anomally. ((Scanning... scanning...)) the ring continues to announce. Kyle moves closer to it, he feels... compelled to do so. The edges of the tear are sharp, but the image within is hazy and seems to flash and pulsate with energy. If he squints his eyes, he can sort-of make out some sort of clearing, maybe? Green field... hard to tell... He floats closer to the rip and takes a close look at the image contained within. "Huh... it maybe seems to be a... doorway? Maybe?" Kyle turns around to look at Megan. Just as he does so, a tendril of energy whips out from the portal, grabbing Kyle aroud the midsection. "Whuu..." he exhales, the wind knocked from him. The Lantern is pulled into the portal and disappears with a slight pop! The portal pulses and undulates.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn raises an arm as he starts to go too close "Better back off, it's doing..." Then he's attacked and pulled in, and she yells "No." She approaches again, but this time stays further away. Staring at it, pursing her lips. "Whatever this is... it has mind control powers and is physically strong." she thinks to herself before calling out "Space cop, are you there?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>There is no answer to Megan's question, the portal still sitting, pulsing where it is. Birds are still singing, and the regular sounds of the Xavier institute are still heard... It doesn't look like anybody else has taken notice of the portal. Again, Megan feels something tugging at the edge of her mind to get closer. "It's totally cool. I'm totally going to be cool about this. Are you cool? You look cool. Everything's cool," the portal seems to suggest.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn tries something. She drifts down to the ground, making sure she stays at the very fringe of that 'feeling', not wanting to get any closer. One thing you learn at Xavier's and especially with the X-Men is the diverisyt and strength of mental powers. She drops to the ground, though,g rabbing a rock. Then going back into the air, she throws the rock at the portal, which sends her floating backward a bit.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>The rock goes sailing right through the portal, landing on the other side with a clatter. A squirrel chitters angrily from a tree, that rock having marked a particularly good location of a cache of beech nuts that he had buried just yesterday. The portal pulsates and hums to itself. Still no sign of the space cop.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn takes a deep breath through her nose, and sighs. She goes a little closer again, closign the gap that the laws of physics made between herself and the edge of the mental effect zone. "Who are you?" she calls out again. "Where did you take him?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>There is no answer... but a barrage of sensations comes at Megan. Not... with ill intent however... more of a probing curiosity. A faint whiff of freshly baked chocolate cookies fades into the buzzing sounds of cicadas in the summer... a soft breeze across the skin frissions with the sensation of crunching through dry autumn leaves. The scent of fresh snow, the sound of a loved one saying your name... the blush of a first kiss. Pulse, pulse... shimmer, shimmer....<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn takes a deep breath,a nd trise to gather the strength to resist this. "Yeah, that's not a trap or anything," she says quietly. "This might be the creepiest thing I've ever encountered in my entire life. Well, space cop... I don't know what to do. Going into that thing seems like it would be a really bad idea, since it seems to wANT me to do that. Trying to lure me closer."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>The portal pulses and shimmers, as it's been doing... trying it's best to seem innocuous. It seems to pause and consider Megan's wariness, and then starts to pulse and shimmer some more. However, the image held within seems to be resolving... and it shows a sprawling green field, rolling hills and in the far distance, a shimmer white castle. There's a vague familiarity to it.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn folds her arms. Now she knows for sure this thing is understanding her. Shaking her head. "I'm on to you. What did he call you? An alien? What, are you trying ot lure people in to do experiments on us? I'm glad he has armor."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>All this time, a swirling mist has been subtly emanating from the portal... The more Megan interacts with the portal, the more the portal pulses and shimmers. Pretty soon, Megan notices that it's gotten... well... it's gotten kind of foggy...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn takes a deep breath and starts to pull back a bit. "Look, if that's sleep gas, whatever you are. i'm going inside, alerting the X men, and we're going to take this thing out."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>The fog... it's thick. It's ... it's kind of everywhere... Megan can't even see the gate to the X-Mansion anymore. Just... this fog... and the pulsing... waitasecond... where did that portal go? Now it's just swirling fog... But wait, there seems to be some brightness ahead...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn continues to try to back away, from whatever that light is. "Look, stay away from me. Whatever you did to space cop, I'm not your next victim. And you should let him go. He was nice."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>The fog seems to be thinning now... Megan can make out branches and underbrush... but... it seems to smell different than Westchester... the sharp scent of pine and oak mix with rowan and birch... It smells... different... almost... like... well... if Megan didn't know better, it smells an awful lot like northern central England. Motes of sunlight break through the fog and shoo away the last few vestiges of fog. It looks like there's a clearing ahead, and it's a bright and sunny day.<br><br>"Robin! Robin!!! Thank heavens we found you!" shouts a loud voice, followed by clumsy crashing. Into the clearing bursts a band of what seem to be mildly mirthful men. Dressed in thick, homespun cloth, dyed a vibrant Lincoln Green, the very large man in front looks at Megan with a relieved expression on his face. He carries a large, oaken staff on his back. "Robin," he calls out again, slightly out of breath. "We're going to be late, we'll never make the tournament if we don't leave now." Another of the men, a tall, thin fellow carrying a lute eyes Megan curiously. "Your disguise is certainly ... different..." he says, cheerily tuning one of the pegs, "The sheriff will never recognize you."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn is approached by a band of armed ruffians. She starts to reach to pull out her dagger, wings working to pull her back and up, but then they're calling her Robin. "Robin? Who? You mean space cop?" she looks around to see if there's someone else is there to be talked to. Muttering quietly to herself, "Or is this another... this is..." she thinks, thoughts trailing off, finally staring incredulously at them. "Who did you say I am?" she finally asks.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>The big man in front pauses for a second, conflicting emotions on his face. He stands stock still for a minute, staring at Megan. "... wait for it..." another voice calls out from behind the giant man. A smaller, weasely type of man is leaning against a tree, picking his nails with a long, pointed dagger. "C'mon John... you've got this..." the man laughs, holding his hand out, admiring it, and then returning to cleaning his nails. The big man turns and shushes the smaller man with a growl. "Shuddup, Wlll. I know what's going on." The big man turns back and Megan, putting a thick, sausage like finger against his nose. "Right you are, Robi... I mean... stranger..." Nodding solemnly, he hands out a ratty, grey cloak. "Well, we better get going. The tournament's about to start." He turns and starts lumbering away, the other men following him.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn takes a slow, deep breath. For now, for th emoment, she decides to play along. "That's better," she says. "By the way, have you seen a masked man around here?" Just a shot in the dark, though she' immediately having suspicious about what this alien is doing. And to that alien, she thinks very intently "If you think you're going to get away with causing a fight, I will hunt you down before I lay a finger on any innocent."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>A chickadee... because chickadees are native to northern England, right? I think? Right... we'll fact check that later... alights on the branch of a nearby tree and cocks it's head at Megan, crying out it's distinctive call before flying off. The man with the lute is last to follow the tall giant, who is arguing away with the smaller weasel man. <br><br>"Don't pay them no mind, Robin... You know how they get." He looks at Megan with a look of concern. "You know, mate... I still am not totally convinced of your plan... I know you want to see your fair lady... but disguising yourself to compete in an archery tournament?" The man shakes his fair haired head. "The sheriff's not as foolish as we make him sound in the songs..." He strums a few chords on his lute, humming a jaunty tune. Pausing to fine tune a peg, he regards Megan. "You do WANT to see your fair maiden, don't you?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn takes a deep breath, hovering along following the others. "I suspect the sheriff will try to cheat. So I will cheat back. Do any of you have a problem with that?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>The fair haired man laughs uproariously, slapping his knee. "Attaboy, Robin. I knew you'd have a plan up your sleve. Well, c'mon then." And with that, the group crests a hill and up to a huge clearing outside of the castle where multi-color tents are set up. Merchants hawk all sorts of wares, from wooden bowls and cups to bunches of dried herbs and bundles of stick. Closer to the castle is an area set up with several forges, scantily clad men in leather aprons banging away on red-hot skewers of metal, shaping and clanging away. The group approaches a central, roped off area where there are large targets on hay bales standing at the end of a very long, marked off area of grass. A large crowd has gathered on one side, while there seem to be a group of very nobly dressed onlookers gathered in the raised booths on the castle wall side. There is one booth higher than the rest, with 5 chairs, gilded and with crushed velvet seats. A large man, at least as large as the one named John, skulks close by, dull, black armor glinting. He keeps his hand on a long sword held at his side, his eyes constantly roving the crowd.<br><br>Suddenly, the sound of a horn cuts through the air, and the crowd roars with approval. In the booth above, a thin-figured man in a purple robe has appeared, followed by two other nobles, what looks to be a matron of some sort and a heavily resisting figure in a pale green dress. Megan can hear raised voices, but nothing definable. The crowd cheers again, as the figure in the green dressed is forced to wave to the crowd. "Ahh, there she is, Robin..." nudges the lute-carrying man.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn looks in the direction of the person resisting. She assumes it's space cop, but she wants tomake sure before she takes any further action. "If it is the maiden I have in mind, she should be wearing the finest jewelry, and use it as it was intended," she says aloud. Then she sighs inwardly, knowing she has no means of firing an arrow fo all things.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan is not wrong here. It is, indeed, "space cop" as she has so endearingly labeled Kyle in her head. And, believe it or not, he *IS* wearing the finest jewelry ... as well as a somewhat conservatively, but still form-fitting gown of pale green silk. Kyle looks put out. A little. He's still wearing the domino mask, but other than that, his uniform has been replaced by the gown. Around his neck, a brilliantly appointed emerald, set in silver and on a thin chain hangs, a stark contrast to his pale skin. His ears drip with silver links, intricately woven with strands of silver wire and filigree. On his head, a matching tiara is pinned in place, overtop a netted headdress.<br><br>Kyle angrily pulls his wrist back, from where the man in purple... some Prince... something or other, has grabbed him again, pulling him closer. "Get off me, you... you..." The man in purple makes smooching face at him, and Kyle rolls his eyes. Finally, he sees Megan on the field below. He runs to the edge of the booth, leaning over and cupping both hands to his lips. "MEGAN! MEGAN! It's me, Kyle! I'm over here!" He waves his arms as the matron behind him chides him, and pulls him back, pulling up the front of his low-cut gown and shaking a disapproving finger at him.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn sighs. "Space cop, if I toss you a weapon, would you be able to fight your way out? BecauseI know how this story is supposed to go, and we're not going to be able to do it in the conventional fashion." She looks to the others who came with her. "Spread out. We're going to need to cause trouble with the guards as soon as we do this."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah. I should be able to make something work. My ring is on the fritz for some reason. I haven't been able to make a solid construct. Might have enough charge for one or two blasts... but the way it's acting, I wouldn't be surprised if something strange happens. Kyle hikes up the gown, grumbling. "How do people wear these things?" he laments. <br><br>The man in purple steps forward and addresses the crowd. He seems to have a slight lisp. "Greetingsth, my faithful consthituenths..." he gestures expansively. "Welcome to my archery tournament!!" The crowd cheers uproariously. "Witnessth asth our finesth archersth compete not only for the Golden Arrow, but for the hand of our fair, fair, maid Marion!" The man gestures at Kyle, and the crowd whistles and stomps. Kyle blushes and tries to hide his face in his hand. The large sheriff on the grounds nods, and the archers are told to take their places, Megan included. "Right. Three shots, highest score wins the day," the sheriff growls threateningly. "I catch you cheating, and you're out."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn steps toward the box where Space Cop is being held. Acting like she's bowing and being all chivalrous, she reache behind herself, and pulls the dagger stored in her very soul, purple and iridescent. Lobbing it to Kyle, she calls out "No, you're out of order. Cut the dress and run if you have to, Space Cop." Then turning around. "Merry Men, Now. End this farce. Upset the cart and scatter!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>The ... mostly mirthful men... Mostly Mirthful... it's... we couldn't get permission for the... anyway... ok, fine. THe Merry Men... they look at each other confused... This wasn't supposed to happen NOW... but... Robin said do it, so... Little John roars, upsetting an apple cart and swinging his oaken staff off his back and into the fray. He immediately clobbers two guards, and starts making his way to the large sherrif. The weasely man pulls two daggers and immediately jumps at an unsuspecting guard, while the fair-haired lutenist and a stout man with a tonsure and brown robe start herding innocents away from the fray. <br><br>Kyle grabs the purple dagger out of the air and immediately punches the man in purple. Howling with pain, the man falls back over his chair and out of sight. Kyle vaults over the booth, his ring flickering and an aura half-forming around him. He floats for a second, and then drunkenly careens down the 12 feet to the ground. Kyle yells, and at the last second, the ring flares up again, and he rockets forward... albeit out of control... and... into Megan's arms.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn grunts when he falls into her arms. Fortunately she's flying, giving her some... give... of her own. And his ring is helping, so there's on harm done. She gently lowers herself to the ground, setting him down. Which is kind of like this moment in the movies, except... then she takes the dagger from him, and uses it to gut a higher hem on his dress, tearing at the fabric. "Now run."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>"My hero," Kyle says, giggling and then sobering. "Sorry... very inappropriate." Getting to his feet, he hikes up the gown and starts running. "C'mon!" He says calling after Megan. <br><br>"Capture them!!" roars a voice from behind them. The Sheriff clashes his longsword aginst John's quarterstaff with a huge clang. Around them, the Merry Men are holding off the soldiers, but are steadily being pushed back. The crowd is running in chaos. A gate opens on the castle wall side, and a platoon of piked soldiers marches out. The Sheriff parries another blow, and kicks John back before pointing at the fleeing Megan and Kyle. "A hundred guineas to the man who brings me Robin's head!"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn shakes her head. "Well, Space Cop, what do we do now? Whatever this alien is thati kidnaped us is now trying to murder us."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Kyle runs along... need to work on the cardio... he hasn't had to run anywhere in a while. Also, stupid brocade slippers. Seriously.... "... ha... technically, he just called... ha... for your head..." Kyle pants, as they start fighting their way into the brush. Behind them, the quickstep marching soldier draw ever closer. "Ring, c'mon. I'm begging. Find us the exit, will you?" ((ssqqqqrrrkkkk....sccaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnning....)) warbles the ring, stuttering. Kyle hits the ring with his other hand, green sparks flying. "C'mon... now's not the time!" he begs. "Look, Megan... if we can find the portal again, maybe we can jump through and get out of this crazy place." Kyle looks around in the clearing. This looks like the place, right?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn goes higher a bit when he points that out. Flying, dagger out, ready in case anything happens. She looks back occasionally, in case they start SHOOTING at her. But she travels at Kyle's pace, because he's the weakest link here, travel-wise. "If you think so, you know more about these aliens than I do, so I'll trust you on this, Space Cop."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>"If it helps... I don't think these are aliens..." Kyle suggests hopefully. "I think it's an alternate dimension... But... you're not wrong... I don't know if there's an intelligence behind it or what... but this is by design, not by chance." Kyle looks around, and finds a stout branch. Picking it up, he hefts the cudgel in his hands. "Well, look... if it gets down to a fight... I'll hold 'em off, you fly out of here, all right?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn shrugs. "Where? Fly where? I don't know where we are, I don't know where to go. The alien is attacking my powers. It's sending an angry mob after me to kill me. I'm at a complete loss here, Space Cop. This is your department."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hey, this is weird... even by my standards..." Kyle says, lamely. "I'm open to suggestions as well..." Suddenly, Kyle's ring flares. ((Scanning complete. Analysis of energy at 98... Reversion to realspace in 2 minutes and counting...)) Kyle looks down in surprise. The ring pulses and throbs, and a hazy portal starts forming behind them. "Thank OA!" Kyle exclaims, then turns back to the approaching soldiers. "All right, so... we just hold them off for two minutes, and then run like hell."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn nods. "Can you climb a tree? I suggest you climb a tree." She looks again toward the approaching army of guards. "I'm going to fly above the tree. As you pointed out, he didn't technically threaten you. But they think you're a woman, so... use that to mak ethem to shy to touch you."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>"Make them... shy...to ... what??" Kyle looks at Megan incredulously, as she floats above their heads. The first of the guards approaches warily, sword drawn. Kyle turns back and swings the cudgel in front of him. "Stay back!" Kyle warns the soldiers. The soldiers look at him, and then look at Megan, flying above them. One of the other soldiers tugs at the lead soldier's arm.<br><br>"Oi... I don't remember Robin Hood being able to fly..." the soldier murmurs to his companion. The first soldier nods, watching Megan warily. He turns back to the other soldier. "I don't remember Maid Marion being quite so... homely..."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn looks down at Kyle. "Climb the tree. The last thing these men are going to want to do is caught looking up the Maid Marian's dress. If you stay down they may grab you." She then brandishes her dagger at the group. "Didn't they tell you? I made a pact with the devil. Get too close and your soul is at risk."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Kyle takes another swing with the cudgel, and backs away to a tree with some low-hanging branches. "Want to hold them off for a second so I can get a headstart?" Hiking up the dress again, he drops the branch and grabs the lower branch, pulling himself up. Megan does notice that he does have very nicely defined calves. It's not really relevant to the story, but worth noting.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn could take this to be the moment where the blades sing and all that fancy action hero stuff. But, first off, she has a dagger and they have swords. Second, they're stronger than she is. And third, well... this is easier. "Hurry," she calls uot as she swoops over the group. "I warned you..." she calls out before giving them a heavy load of dust, focusing on the front line of men and working back from there, as far as they go. The effects on them will be immediate. Most will be relaxed, and in good spirits, seeing and feeling pleasant things. One poor guy however thinks he sees the boogeyman, and takes off running.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Kyle looks down in amazement as Pixie swoops down, and sprinkles a scattering of dust over the soldiers. Most of them blink in confusion. One of them sneezes. A faint, "gzheundheit" from the back row is followed by a "Thanks!"... And then all bloody hell breaks loose. Well... Something bloody breaks loose for the soldier that sneezed. He politely excuses himself from his position in the middle of the row, then places his helmet and pike down on the side of the road, takes a deep breath, and runs screaming into the forest. Most of the other soldiers, stare, eyes, half-lidded nodded and giggling. Kyle watches in amazement from his vantage point on a branch. "That's... that's... I... uh... I don't even know what that is. Are those two... making out?" Kyle asks incredulously. The soldiers couldn't care less what the flying Robin Hood and the homely Maid Marion are doing. They've got more important things to do. ((Portal created... portal created...)) announces the ring. Below them, a portal has opened up, pulsing and undulating. And they can quite clearly see the grounds in front of the X-Manion Gate. Kyle swings down from the branch. "C'mon, Megan. This is our chance!" He waits for her to swoop down before hopping into the portal himself.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn sighs, shaking her head. "I warned you," she repeats softer this time, as they all have toe deal with the consequences of the dosing she gave. "They'll be fine though," she decides, nodding to Kyle, then just diving into the portal determinedly.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:987|Kyle Rayner (987)}} has posed:'''<br>Kyle takes one last look around, wincing as a clatter of metal indicates that a great number of the soldier had fallen over and were now attempting to breakdance... or whatever passes for that in this world. Kyle's ring pulses again, and he can feel the power flowing through it stronger again. Closing his eyes, he wills his uniform back into existence. Opening one eye cautiously, he looks down and is relieved to see that he's wearing his GL uniform again. Sighing with relief, he hops through the portal, "Hey Megan, wait for me!" he calls. On his head, the tiara and earrings twinkle still, and then the portal closes on the scene, fading to black.<br> <br>
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