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Hello...?

Hrm. This happens quite a bit, I think. But hell, I like showing off my stuff to new peeps, and here is a new place for me to do so. So without further ado, let me inroduce myself and the work I'll be hiding behind a LJ cut.

*AHEM*

The name's Greg, also known here and there as Blazey. My primary works have stemmed from fandom stuff, but I'm versed in the classics and I've come up with some original works every now and then.

First up is an original work I've been tinkering with for a while, and astute readers will be able to figure out a rough timeframe. For more info, I'll just make up a stat list:

TITLE: Odder Things Have Happened
RATING: PG-13 (innuendo, fighting)
FORM: Short Story
GENRE: Fantasy/Humor
LENGTH: 10 pages
SUMMARY: Four twentysomethings on vacation get caught up in a plot to take over Myrtle Beach. Zombie dinosaurs, magic keychains, and Iraqi soldiers are but part of the journey into strangeness.



"Welcome to Myrtle Beach!"
The voice was a young brunette's, said while opening the door to a beach house overlooking the shore. Her name was Sera, and she had a wide grin pinned to her face akin to Christmas morning cheer. The first floor was nothing special, with two bedrooms and a washroom lining the left. The hallway led straight ahead to a sliding-glass door, linking the rooms like a spinal column. The shades were closed, so the beach scenery could not be seen. The lady’s three companions, all longtime male friends, followed her inside as she stuffed her keys back in her shorts. One of the companions, who had been gentlemanly carrying her bags as well as his own, walked into the first bedroom to the left and placed each bag on one of the beds. The others left him behind momentarily, but he rejoined his friends promptly as they went upstairs to check where they would undoubtedly spend most of their time. The other two piled their bags close to the stairwell.
"Whoa, you might wanna consider renting this place out if Carnegie Hall needs renovation." the one with shades cracked.
True, the living room was large, combining a high ceiling with a wide skylight. One couch, a love seat, and two plush recliners sat in an L-formation, pinning a deluxe entertainment system to the other side of the room. At the bottom of the L, behind the couch, a fully stocked kitchen lay in wait to be plundered. Its only protection was the open mini-bar and its three stools, separating tiles and utensils from carpets and remotes. At the top of the L a wall consisting mainly of glass and sliding wood frames revealed the beach and the Atlantic Ocean beyond. It was now dusky and the beach below was practically empty, save a pack of fiddler crabs scuttling about.
"Actually Leon, I do." Sera answered with a devious streak. "I make a healthy profit from retired couples in the winter and beered-up college students during Spring Break."
"That would explain the stain right here." Leon pointed. "And there."
Sera glanced at the spots with a none-too-pleased besmirch. She breathed in and put the knowledge of the stains on her once-precious bluish carpet out of her head along with the exhale.
"How do you like the place, Blazey?" she asked, subject officially changed.
The gentleman’s real name was Blaise, but after years of correcting others, he had finally decided to just let it go. By now Blaze was lying on the love seat, glancing over the program guide that had been left on the coffee table.
"Love it." He answered, looking at her lips. "Plenty of space, nice furniture, beautiful view."
"And no comic to write, no website to update, and no message board to administrate." Leon mentioned with a fondness, plopping down in one of the recliners.
Sera sat down next to Blaze and grabbed the remote. She flicked on Comedy Central. Conan O'Brien was chatting with Sylvester Stallone in a rerun.
"Hey, I thought you said this place was stocked!" came the voice of the fourth from the kitchen.
“Necromancer” Bob filled out the list of vacationers. Any words that could possibly describe him have probably been lost over several millennia of mistranslated languages. Strangely and quite fittingly no one called him "Bob," but instead opted for "Necro" in the short.
"There should be plenty of stuff in there. What are you looking for?" Sera asked.
"Chocolate-covered ants."
The others grew silent.
"What?" Necro said, popping his head out of the pantry.
Sera flicked the channel during a commercial. She skipped by QVC, Lifetime, ESPN, Discovery, CNN, FOX Family.
"Hold on. Go back to CNN." Blaze said.
What he had caught a glimpse of was no longer there. He could’ve sworn he'd seen a map of the eastern coast of the U.S. with red dots coming towards it. Red typically meant “bad.”
"Why are we watching Wolf Blitzer?" Leon queried with menial interest.
"Dah, forget it. Instincts are acting up again." Blaze excused.
Sera kept flipping. Necro poked his head and shoulders through the bar space.
"Hey, who wants to head down to the strip?" He asked with the eagerness of an evil puppy.
"Let's wait a bit. We're tired after all that driving." Blaze said.
Sera got closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. She moved about in an effort to get comfy in the position.
"Yeah, we're tired of sitting in place for hours, so we're gonna rest by sitting in place for hours." Leon pointed out.
"Weaklings." Necro protested.

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"Ready? Four, three..." said a young blonde girl dressed in Velcro Victorian dress.
The four, dressed in strap-on Civil War clothing, stood still as the digital camera in front of them flashed three times in a row.
"All right, that should do it." The blonde girl said. "Your pictures should be ready in an hour."
She detached the camera from the tripod and delivered it to the photography geeks in the back working the computers. Sera and Blaze immediately unfastened their extra clothing and handed them to a passing attendant. Necro kept his on, continuing his role as a Civil War General. He challenged Leon with the prop sword given to him.
"Now I say, dear sir Leon, there can be only one!" Necro bellowed in a mock southern general accent.
Leon unsheathed his prop sword.
"To the quickening!" he accepted.
Sera and Blaze chuckled to themselves as the two carried out their homage to a favorite television series. Necro jabbed, Leon deflected. Leon went for an overhead slash, Necro parried.
"Wanna get a bite while they're playing?" Blaze offered.
"Sure." Sera returned, silently praising her friends' endearing stupidity.
The two skipped over to the strategically placed Mom & Pop restaurant next door. They were seated right away at one of the outside tables, in plain view if Leon and Necro were to come looking. The hostess handed them menus.
"Thanks." Blaze uttered in appreciation.
"I'm really glad you came." Zera blurted out.
Blaze looked up.
"Glad to be here." he smiled. "You, me, those two brilliant dorks. The seaside, the caws of the seagulls, burning our money on tacky pleasures. It's perfect."
The waitress dropped off two glasses of water choc-full of ice.
"Yeah, it is." she agreed.
Blaze scanned his menu for one dish every restaurant in America was required to have due to unwritten law.
"Ah, chicken tenders." he grinned toothily. "What do you want? C'mon, it's on me."
Sera stopped short of blushing and picked out a dish, king crab legs. A bit expensive, but it would always be cheaper on the shores than it would be in the Midwest. The waitress approached and they gave their orders. The menus were taken back. Sera popped open a straw and sipped at her water.
"You getting Final Fantasy XII when it comes out?" Blaze asked sharply.
"Of course!" She replied. "Already traded in some old games. I only need to pay ten bucks cash."
"Cool. I'm gonna do the same thing. I dunno what games to trade though. I can't depart with any of them."
"Softy." She giggled. "There any you don't play as much?"
"Nearly all of 'em. My interest in gaming has gone down considerably lately."
"Then why not get rid of them all?"
"I want my kids to enjoy 'em someday." He smirked. "I want them to be family heirlooms."
Sera laughed.
"You're serious, aren't you?" She said in a pleasant tone.
"Damn skippy. If my kids get half as much out of my Final Fantasies and Mega Mans and Street Fighters as I did, I know they'll turn out to be great people."
"Final Fantasy especially. Eight just won me over." Sera said, fondly remembering playing through the story.
"That's gonna be the most debated Final Fantasy of all time." Blaze surmised. "A game that focuses on love between the two main characters instead of the clichéd plot- there’s gotta be a revolutionary aspect in there somewhere. I hate it when these purists that blast the story, which serves its purpose as a backdrop I might add, and tout the gameplay as if it were everything that matters."
"Yeah, I know." Sera agreed. "This girl I know is totally caught in the whirlpool of old-school, y'know? She grew up with Mario and Contra and bows to Castlevania like it's her emperor."
"Yikes. Psychosis-sense... tingling!"
"Yeah, and she hates Final Fantasy just because it's popular."
"Tshh. Never played it, huh?"
"Nope. Classic, isn't it?"
"Certainly not earth-shattering." he said, completely in tune with her.
A loud rumble shook the ground for half a second. Sera looked at Blaze strangely.
"Someone up there is taking me literally, I guess." Blaze said while looking up to the night sky, seeing a couple of dark helicopters in the cloudy night sky.
"May be," Sera responded. "But a quake in North Carolina?"
Leon, now removed of his Civil War wear, and Necro, still proudly adorning his, rushed out of the Olde Time Photo place.
"You guys felt that, right?" Leon guessed.
"Must be Armageddon starting." Necro said.
"Maybe a transformer blew up 'cause of the heatwave." Blaze suggested.
"If it were of the Autobot variety, I'd agree." Leon jested. "But seriously, a transformer doesn’t shake the ground when it goes kaboom."
"Ooh, I got it. It was an impact tremor, like in Jurassic Park." Necro threw down on the table. “The dinosaurs have landed!” he added with a warped grin.
The others chuckled at the offbeat suggestion.
"Let's go check it out!" Sera said.
"Wait, what? Check what out? We don't even know what happened." Blaze said.
"Well, we know something out of the ordinary happened. It won’t hurt to explore a little.” she explained, interest obviously peaked. "C'mon, Blazey. I'm going, and I want you with me."
Blaze felt all warm and squishy at that "I want you with me" part.
"All right." he said.
"Hah, Eleven o'clock news, here we come!" Necro shouted in triumph, prop sword held high.
"Great..." Leon mumbled. "Guess this means going back to the house is out of the question." he moped.
The skinny blonde girl from the photo place stepped out. Before she could chastise Necro for not relinquishing the shop's cheap clothes, another tremor hit, equal in power and duration to the first one. They all looked at each other quizzically.
“What the monkey?” Blaze said. “An aftershock, maybe?”
“Ah, who cares. Let’s go.” Sera said playfully, all but dragging Blaze.
"We'll be back later for the pictures." Leon assured the girl, partially covering for Necro.
Sera said the same thing to the hostess, altering her explanation to include the wrapping up of their dishes for later pick-up. The four began to walk down the street. They chatted amicably, offering more theories on what happened. Necro insisted zombie dinosaurs had come back to take revenge on man. They got closer and saw people not just walking in the other direction, but running too- and in utter terror, no less. The four looked at each other ominously.
"This... is turning into a Wes Craven plot." Leon said in seriousness.
"My instincts are acting up again." Blaze said with a slight snarl. "The air's thick with peril."
"Geez, Blaze. Do you sit at home and write lists of lines like that?" Leon joked.
"Well yeah, but I never thought I'd use one outside of my writing." he answered honestly.
Sera froze and grabbed Blaze's arm. They focused their attention to where she was looking. Down the street, several people were being chased by animals. To be exact, they were being hunted down by a pack of one specific type of animal. The animals weren't clear at first due to distance, but what was certainly clear was the aggressiveness the beasts displayed. Each looked to be about three or four feet tall, reptilian, and more and more did they remind the four of Steven Spielberg movies.
"Toldja it was dinosaurs." Necro said.
"And Velaciraptors to boot. Goddamn…." Blaze said, backing up only a step.
"I knew we should've went back to the house." Leon said.
"Guys.... they're coming this way." Sera pointed out, as scared as the guys.
Two of the beasts crept closer, surveying their prey from twenty feet away. Sera clung to Blaze even more.
"Shouldn't we be moving?" Necro said.
"Ah, the hell with it." Blaze said. "Looks like we'll make the eleven o'clock news no matter what."
He pushed everybody in the direction of a beach store that, like many others indistinguishable from it, carried walls of T-shirts and expensive trinkets. Other people were huddled inside.
"Grab something you can use as a weapon." Blaze said as if he were a commanding officer.
"You're kidding." Leon said in disbelief.
Blaze grabbed an umbrella and pushed off the canopy, leaving him with a metal pole. Necro studied his prop sword and gave it a whack against a wall. Probably wouldn't cut, but it'd hurt. He stuffed a few random blunt objects in his costume. Sera, in a stroke of pure luck, found a three-pack of golf clubs complete with their own backpack carrier. She took a liking to the putter and fastened the pack. Blaze turned to a clerk.
"Mind if we use these?"
"G-go right ahead." The clerk said.
"Thanks." He answered. "You might want to arm yourselves, too. Get everyone away from the front of the store and stay down. There looks to be plenty of those things out there."
"You're really not kidding about this." Leon said.
"Crisis situation." Blaze said. "Fight or flight."
Reluctantly, Leon began rummaging around for something to use, grumbling about his ruined week off. He put on a pair of steel-toed boots, threw on a T-shirt that had a big golden star on the front, and topped it off with a heavy trench coat. He put four packs of cheap pens and other pointy objects in its inside pockets. As an added precaution he grabbed a tall metal stand, displaying a large "30 % off!" sign, and hacked off both ends that had been connected only with loose screws.
"You guys ready?" Blaze asked, standing watch by the glass door.
They nodded. Blaze opened the door fast and darted out. He motioned for the others to follow.
"Now he thinks he's the leader." Leon said wryly.
"He's doing good so far." Sera said in encouragement.
They continued walking to what they assumed to be the epicenter of the chaos, but the four didn't get far before noticing a pack of three raptors chasing two kids and a brunette across the street. Blaze ran towards them, and thus so did the other three. One raptor caught a kid's leg in its teeth. The kid screamed in terror for his mommy, and the woman turned back for him instinctively. The other two raptors were about to pounce when the funky four jumped in. Blaze struck the one holding the kid in the head, knocking it over and for a loop. The kid, leg dragging and bleeding, ran to his mom.
"Get inside, now!" Blaze shouted to the family.
They dove into the nearest place, a Rock Shop. Then it was three on four.
"Holy crap... This is so totally Final Fantasy." Sera said, gripping her putter tight.
The dinosaurs lunged. Simultaneously Blaze and Sera clubbed two of them. The third reached Leon as he missed a swipe of his weapon. Necro was right there to smack it with his prop sword. This gave Leon a chance to reach into his pocket. He stabbed the dinosaur in the neck with four pens. It howled and bled, and attempted to kick away the pens with its forelimbs. Necro took the opportunity and stuffed, of all things, two rubber balls into its mouth. It choked and twitched, falling to the ground. Blaze slapped the first one upside the head again, probably causing a fracture. The creature took the opportunity to lunge again, but was met with a putter to the neck, collapsing its windpipe and killing it. The third one leapt onto Sera's back while she wasn't looking. The other three grabbed it and forced it to the ground. It squirmed itself up and growled, chomping air in Leon's direction. Blaze and Necro threw it through the window of the Rock Shop. They looked in at the frightened woman and her two kids. The raptor lay on the floor motionless, glass puncturing places all over its body.
"Woo-hoo! Round one for us!" Necro shouted.
Leon entered the Rock Shop and talked with the owner and the parent. Blaze turned to Sera, very concerned.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, fine. Scrapes and bruises." She coughed. "But do we have to... y'know... kill them?"
Blaze looked around, and noticed a body across the street.
"I don't think we have a choice." he answered. "I don't know where these things came from, but my hunch is it ain't natural."
"I bet." she said.
Blaze gently slid his hand to the side of her head, fingers pushing through her hair.
"Everything will turn out all right. Okay?"
She blushed and brought her hand up to his. She smiled greatly as she said her next words.
"Don't treat me like the maiden in distress."
"Princess Leia?"
"That'll do, if you can be Han."
"So forward, you are."
"Han, not Yoda." she smirked.
"Ooh, I wanna be Chewie!" Necro interrupted.
"And I guess that leaves me as Luke." Leon added.
Blaze and Sera dropped the attention from each other to their comrades.
"Right, okay." Blaze muttered, embarrassed.
"Well, c'mon. We'd better get a move on if we're gonna beat these things." Sera said, reversing the subject.
"Wait a moment."
Their attention was swerved to the heavyset shop owner. He was unusually calm despite the mess of glass and velaciraptor now spilled on his floor.
"You can't beat him with bravery and weapons alone." he said cryptically.
"Him?" Leon questioned.
The shop owner turned around and motioned for them to follow.
"Come in, I have something you will most definitely need."
"Money?" Leon shot in the dark.
"No, something you probably wouldn't believe." he smirked, going behind the counter.
The owner reached under a glass case displaying jewelry of all shapes and sizes, and unveiled four small boxes. Opening each revealed four different colored orbs attached to key rings.
"You mean magic." Blaze guessed.
The Rock Shop owner's jaw dropped. He looked at them oddly.
"We're gamers." Sera explained in brief.
"Oh, I …see. …You already knew that magic exists?" he said, bewildered for a moment.
“If you played through as many “sword and sorcery” stories as we have, it’s not a far stretch.” Blaze shrugged.
"Ah… Okay then.” The owner coughed. “Well, since I don't need to explain to you what it is and where it came from, I might as well just give you what you need."
He gathered the keychains and came around the front of the counter again.
"There is a fifth, but I use that to keep the business going. You know how it goes."
"A rock shop on a beach. Yeah, I can guess." Blaze said.
"Anyway, let me at least go through the presentation. It's the best part." He smiled. "You with the orange shirt. You shall use the element of fire and heat."
"Groovy." Blaze said, receiving his orb chain.
"Miss, you now embody the element of water and cold."
"I wonder if it'll let me talk to fish..." she pondered, studying the orb she was given.
"You in the trench coat will use the spirit of earth and land."
Leon held his keychain up to eye level.
"Well, at least it's not a ring. Don't want people coming up to us asking to summon Captain Planet." he muttered wryly.
"And you- ...ah, General- will bear the element of sky and wind."
Necro strapped his keychain to his costume, next to several fake badges.
"You will BELIEVE a Civil War General with a fake mustache can fly!" Necro said in whimsy.
"I don't feel any different...." Sera said, checking body parts for changes.
The shopkeeper walked over to the fallen raptor.
"All you need is concentration and imagination." he said.
The raptor suddenly twitched. The glass in its body disintegrated and it rose to its feet with a weary wobble. Three of the four stepped back intensely. Necro Bob was a different story altogether.
"ZOMBIE DINOSAURS!" He shouted in pure glee. "This is the best day EVER!"
"Technically, I restored its life force, so it’s not-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Necro waved off, approaching the woozy beast. "You guys KNOW what this means."
Necro kneeled in front of the dino and gave it a friendly scratch under the chin. The raptor responded with its own version of a purr, a warm growl set in the back of its vocal chords. It rubbed up against the general's leg, sending a clear indication.
"You domesticated the thing?!" Blaze said in surprise.
"I'm gonna call him Jimbo." Necro said proudly. "The other two outside are gonna be Scar and Waffle."
Blaze and Leon looked at each other.
"Well, at least keeping pet raptors will help... or something." Sera said.
The Rock Shop owner smiled broadly. The four thanked him and exited, eager to face a threat. Necro rose Scar and Waffle as he said he would, and his new pets followed him with absolute loyalty. The owner waved pleasantly as they continued on their way. Sera held Blaze's arm. Leon snickered.
"....Damn, I forgot to tell them about Saddam Hussein." He said with a nonverbal d'oh. "Eh, well, they'll figure it out." He shrugged.
The funky four continued on their trek to the center of the dinosaurs. Many stores were already locked down and boarded up. Others had broken windows and missing merchandise. Cars were stopped in the road, some still running. Normally one would be tempted to take up an abandoned vehicle in a crisis situation, but the temptations of the four were anything but normal.
"Lemme try something." Blaze pondered.
He let go of Sera's hand and climbed on top of a vehicle. He scanned the area, noting movements of raptors close and far. He concentrated and imagined. He thought of the physics of fire. He thought of creating, focusing, and controlling heat in a pattern around his arms and legs. Before he realized it, the molecules he imagined manipulating had generated enough lifting power to get him hovering a celebrative two feet above the roof of the car.
"Hey! Flying was supposed to be MY gig!" Necro shouted.
"Whoa, that's so cool!" Sera cheered.
"Hey, try saying "flame on!" Leon said half-seriously.
"And give myself a crispy tan? No thank you." Blaze retorted. "Hey- …Raptor pack incoming! Set of five!"
"Heh heh... tryout time!" Sera said, twitching her trigger fingers.
Two raptors jumped at her. She imagined. Two pressurized jets of water erupted from moisture gathered from the air, poking both animals in the eyes and blinding them. She followed up with a gush of water down their throats, drowning them. Necro hadn't moved a muscle.
"....And he'll be Percy.... She'll be Julianne Moore #2..." Necro named.
Two more stared down Leon. He imagined as they both leapt at him at once. A section of sidewalk popped up like a jack-in-the-box and quite comically punched the two straight up in the air. They landed right in front of Necro.
"...and they can be Cheech and Chong..." he continued.
The last one lunged at Sera. She attempted a different trick, one featuring a water shield. Unfortunately, water is not solid and the raptor punched right through it. The beast met with an awkward landing on Sera's hip, but its momentum was enough to knock her down. Before it had a chance to do what it was evolutionarily designed for, its tail miraculously caught fire. It howled in pain and ran like a headless chicken, colliding with a wall and cracking its own neck.
"And he can be Charizard!" Necro said, noting his brilliance in naming skills.
"Whew. Didn't think it would be like this." Sera murmured. "Our magic is kind of weak."
"We just gotta be inventive." Blaze smirked.
Necro assimilated his five new pets in with Jimbo, Scar, and Waffle. Blaze motioned for the guys to hold tight as he flew upwards. It was tough to balance on hot air, but with slight improvisations he managed to get a good feel of his aerodynamics. He stopped ascending enough to catch a glimpse of the origin of this whole mess, on the sands.
"Damn it to monkey." he muttered.
He dropped back downwards, landing softly next to Sera. He quietly put his arm around her. Though he was only high up for a couple of minutes, he noticed Necro had gained two more troops.
"Eminem and Peanut Eminem." Necro smiled.
"What did you see up there?" Leon inquired.
"A bunch of ships, a busy campsite, two helicopters, and two huge cargo holds."
"Hey..." Leon said, starting to put together some pieces. "Two cargo holds, two helicopters, and two quakes. That probably isn’t a coincidence." Leon guessed.
"You’re saying this whole dinosaur invasion was planned?" Blaze said
"Probably." Leon said. "If there’s an active camp out there while this whole mess is going down, I’m betting they’re in on it. Whoever it is wipes out the town using dinosaurs as their first wave, then follows up- its ingenious strategy."
"So my babies didn't just appear out of thin air? Phooey." Necro commented, his disappointment somehow transferred to his troops as they drooped their saurian heads.
"...But where there's a strategy, there's an anti-strategy." Leon continued, inwardly brimming with pride.
"What do you have in mind?" Sera asked him.
"Heh... Listen close, kiddies..." Leon muttered.
The funky four huddled. Jimbo managed to squeeze his head in as well.

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The campsite on the sands of Myrtle Beach was not a friendly family get-together. Three large tents had been set up and filled with military equipment in under an hour, the first being the electric perimeter. Very few troops accompanied the leader and his bodyguards, as the first wave of velaciraptors appeared to be successful in clearing away the population. Ships waited up and down the eastern coast, and only awaited the word. Soon would begin the full-scale invasion.
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Hello...?

Hrm. This happens quite a bit, I think. But hell, I like showing off my stuff to new peeps, and here is a new place for me to do so. So without further ado, let me inroduce myself and the work I'll be hiding behind a LJ cut.

*AHEM*

The name's Greg, also known here and there as Blazey. My primary works have stemmed from fandom stuff, but I'm versed in the classics and I've come up with some original works every now and then.

First up is an original work I've been tinkering with for a while, and astute readers will be able to figure out a rough timeframe. For more info, I'll just make up a stat list:

TITLE: Odder Things Have Happened
RATING: PG-13 (innuendo, fighting)
FORM: Short Story
GENRE: Fantasy/Humor
LENGTH: 10 pages
SUMMARY: Four twentysomethings on vacation get caught up in a plot to take over Myrtle Beach. Zombie dinosaurs, magic keychains, and Iraqi soldiers are but part of the journey into strangeness.

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"Welcome to Myrtle Beach!"
The voice was a young brunette's, said while opening the door to a beach house overlooking the shore. Her name was Sera, and she had a wide grin pinned to her face akin to Christmas morning cheer. The first floor was nothing special, with two bedrooms and a washroom lining the left. The hallway led straight ahead to a sliding-glass door, linking the rooms like a spinal column. The shades were closed, so the beach scenery could not be seen. The lady’s three companions, all longtime male friends, followed her inside as she stuffed her keys back in her shorts. One of the companions, who had been gentlemanly carrying her bags as well as his own, walked into the first bedroom to the left and placed each bag on one of the beds. The others left him behind momentarily, but he rejoined his friends promptly as they went upstairs to check where they would undoubtedly spend most of their time. The other two piled their bags close to the stairwell.
"Whoa, you might wanna consider renting this place out if Carnegie Hall needs renovation." the one with shades cracked.
True, the living room was large, combining a high ceiling with a wide skylight. One couch, a love seat, and two plush recliners sat in an L-formation, pinning a deluxe entertainment system to the other side of the room. At the bottom of the L, behind the couch, a fully stocked kitchen lay in wait to be plundered. Its only protection was the open mini-bar and its three stools, separating tiles and utensils from carpets and remotes. At the top of the L a wall consisting mainly of glass and sliding wood frames revealed the beach and the Atlantic Ocean beyond. It was now dusky and the beach below was practically empty, save a pack of fiddler crabs scuttling about.
"Actually Leon, I do." Sera answered with a devious streak. "I make a healthy profit from retired couples in the winter and beered-up college students during Spring Break."
"That would explain the stain right here." Leon pointed. "And there."
Sera glanced at the spots with a none-too-pleased besmirch. She breathed in and put the knowledge of the stains on her once-precious bluish carpet out of her head along with the exhale.
"How do you like the place, Blazey?" she asked, subject officially changed.
The gentleman’s real name was Blaise, but after years of correcting others, he had finally decided to just let it go. By now Blaze was lying on the love seat, glancing over the program guide that had been left on the coffee table.
"Love it." He answered, looking at her lips. "Plenty of space, nice furniture, beautiful view."
"And no comic to write, no website to update, and no message board to administrate." Leon mentioned with a fondness, plopping down in one of the recliners.
Sera sat down next to Blaze and grabbed the remote. She flicked on Comedy Central. Conan O'Brien was chatting with Sylvester Stallone in a rerun.
"Hey, I thought you said this place was stocked!" came the voice of the fourth from the kitchen.
“Necromancer” Bob filled out the list of vacationers. Any words that could possibly describe him have probably been lost over several millennia of mistranslated languages. Strangely and quite fittingly no one called him "Bob," but instead opted for "Necro" in the short.
"There should be plenty of stuff in there. What are you looking for?" Sera asked.
"Chocolate-covered ants."
The others grew silent.
"What?" Necro said, popping his head out of the pantry.
Sera flicked the channel during a commercial. She skipped by QVC, Lifetime, ESPN, Discovery, CNN, FOX Family.
"Hold on. Go back to CNN." Blaze said.
What he had caught a glimpse of was no longer there. He could’ve sworn he'd seen a map of the eastern coast of the U.S. with red dots coming towards it. Red typically meant “bad.”
"Why are we watching Wolf Blitzer?" Leon queried with menial interest.
"Dah, forget it. Instincts are acting up again." Blaze excused.
Sera kept flipping. Necro poked his head and shoulders through the bar space.
"Hey, who wants to head down to the strip?" He asked with the eagerness of an evil puppy.
"Let's wait a bit. We're tired after all that driving." Blaze said.
Sera got closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. She moved about in an effort to get comfy in the position.
"Yeah, we're tired of sitting in place for hours, so we're gonna rest by sitting in place for hours." Leon pointed out.
"Weaklings." Necro protested.

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"Ready? Four, three..." said a young blonde girl dressed in Velcro Victorian dress.
The four, dressed in strap-on Civil War clothing, stood still as the digital camera in front of them flashed three times in a row.
"All right, that should do it." The blonde girl said. "Your pictures should be ready in an hour."
She detached the camera from the tripod and delivered it to the photography geeks in the back working the computers. Sera and Blaze immediately unfastened their extra clothing and handed them to a passing attendant. Necro kept his on, continuing his role as a Civil War General. He challenged Leon with the prop sword given to him.
"Now I say, dear sir Leon, there can be only one!" Necro bellowed in a mock southern general accent.
Leon unsheathed his prop sword.
"To the quickening!" he accepted.
Sera and Blaze chuckled to themselves as the two carried out their homage to a favorite television series. Necro jabbed, Leon deflected. Leon went for an overhead slash, Necro parried.
"Wanna get a bite while they're playing?" Blaze offered.
"Sure." Sera returned, silently praising her friends' endearing stupidity.
The two skipped over to the strategically placed Mom & Pop restaurant next door. They were seated right away at one of the outside tables, in plain view if Leon and Necro were to come looking. The hostess handed them menus.
"Thanks." Blaze uttered in appreciation.
"I'm really glad you came." Zera blurted out.
Blaze looked up.
"Glad to be here." he smiled. "You, me, those two brilliant dorks. The seaside, the caws of the seagulls, burning our money on tacky pleasures. It's perfect."
The waitress dropped off two glasses of water choc-full of ice.
"Yeah, it is." she agreed.
Blaze scanned his menu for one dish every restaurant in America was required to have due to unwritten law.
"Ah, chicken tenders." he grinned toothily. "What do you want? C'mon, it's on me."
Sera stopped short of blushing and picked out a dish, king crab legs. A bit expensive, but it would always be cheaper on the shores than it would be in the Midwest. The waitress approached and they gave their orders. The menus were taken back. Sera popped open a straw and sipped at her water.
"You getting Final Fantasy XII when it comes out?" Blaze asked sharply.
"Of course!" She replied. "Already traded in some old games. I only need to pay ten bucks cash."
"Cool. I'm gonna do the same thing. I dunno what games to trade though. I can't depart with any of them."
"Softy." She giggled. "There any you don't play as much?"
"Nearly all of 'em. My interest in gaming has gone down considerably lately."
"Then why not get rid of them all?"
"I want my kids to enjoy 'em someday." He smirked. "I want them to be family heirlooms."
Sera laughed.
"You're serious, aren't you?" She said in a pleasant tone.
"Damn skippy. If my kids get half as much out of my Final Fantasies and Mega Mans and Street Fighters as I did, I know they'll turn out to be great people."
"Final Fantasy especially. Eight just won me over." Sera said, fondly remembering playing through the story.
"That's gonna be the most debated Final Fantasy of all time." Blaze surmised. "A game that focuses on love between the two main characters instead of the clichéd plot- there’s gotta be a revolutionary aspect in there somewhere. I hate it when these purists that blast the story, which serves its purpose as a backdrop I might add, and tout the gameplay as if it were everything that matters."
"Yeah, I know." Sera agreed. "This girl I know is totally caught in the whirlpool of old-school, y'know? She grew up with Mario and Contra and bows to Castlevania like it's her emperor."
"Yikes. Psychosis-sense... tingling!"
"Yeah, and she hates Final Fantasy just because it's popular."
"Tshh. Never played it, huh?"
"Nope. Classic, isn't it?"
"Certainly not earth-shattering." he said, completely in tune with her.
A loud rumble shook the ground for half a second. Sera looked at Blaze strangely.
"Someone up there is taking me literally, I guess." Blaze said while looking up to the night sky, seeing a couple of dark helicopters in the cloudy night sky.
"May be," Sera responded. "But a quake in North Carolina?"
Leon, now removed of his Civil War wear, and Necro, still proudly adorning his, rushed out of the Olde Time Photo place.
"You guys felt that, right?" Leon guessed.
"Must be Armageddon starting." Necro said.
"Maybe a transformer blew up 'cause of the heatwave." Blaze suggested.
"If it were of the Autobot variety, I'd agree." Leon jested. "But seriously, a transformer doesn’t shake the ground when it goes kaboom."
"Ooh, I got it. It was an impact tremor, like in Jurassic Park." Necro threw down on the table. “The dinosaurs have landed!” he added with a warped grin.
The others chuckled at the offbeat suggestion.
"Let's go check it out!" Sera said.
"Wait, what? Check what out? We don't even know what happened." Blaze said.
"Well, we know something out of the ordinary happened. It won’t hurt to explore a little.” she explained, interest obviously peaked. "C'mon, Blazey. I'm going, and I want you with me."
Blaze felt all warm and squishy at that "I want you with me" part.
"All right." he said.
"Hah, Eleven o'clock news, here we come!" Necro shouted in triumph, prop sword held high.
"Great..." Leon mumbled. "Guess this means going back to the house is out of the question." he moped.
The skinny blonde girl from the photo place stepped out. Before she could chastise Necro for not relinquishing the shop's cheap clothes, another tremor hit, equal in power and duration to the first one. They all looked at each other quizzically.
“What the monkey?” Blaze said. “An aftershock, maybe?”
“Ah, who cares. Let’s go.” Sera said playfully, all but dragging Blaze.
"We'll be back later for the pictures." Leon assured the girl, partially covering for Necro.
Sera said the same thing to the hostess, altering her explanation to include the wrapping up of their dishes for later pick-up. The four began to walk down the street. They chatted amicably, offering more theories on what happened. Necro insisted zombie dinosaurs had come back to take revenge on man. They got closer and saw people not just walking in the other direction, but running too- and in utter terror, no less. The four looked at each other ominously.
"This... is turning into a Wes Craven plot." Leon said in seriousness.
"My instincts are acting up again." Blaze said with a slight snarl. "The air's thick with peril."
"Geez, Blaze. Do you sit at home and write lists of lines like that?" Leon joked.
"Well yeah, but I never thought I'd use one outside of my writing." he answered honestly.
Sera froze and grabbed Blaze's arm. They focused their attention to where she was looking. Down the street, several people were being chased by animals. To be exact, they were being hunted down by a pack of one specific type of animal. The animals weren't clear at first due to distance, but what was certainly clear was the aggressiveness the beasts displayed. Each looked to be about three or four feet tall, reptilian, and more and more did they remind the four of Steven Spielberg movies.
"Toldja it was dinosaurs." Necro said.
"And Velaciraptors to boot. Goddamn…." Blaze said, backing up only a step.
"I knew we should've went back to the house." Leon said.
"Guys.... they're coming this way." Sera pointed out, as scared as the guys.
Two of the beasts crept closer, surveying their prey from twenty feet away. Sera clung to Blaze even more.
"Shouldn't we be moving?" Necro said.
"Ah, the hell with it." Blaze said. "Looks like we'll make the eleven o'clock news no matter what."
He pushed everybody in the direction of a beach store that, like many others indistinguishable from it, carried walls of T-shirts and expensive trinkets. Other people were huddled inside.
"Grab something you can use as a weapon." Blaze said as if he were a commanding officer.
"You're kidding." Leon said in disbelief.
Blaze grabbed an umbrella and pushed off the canopy, leaving him with a metal pole. Necro studied his prop sword and gave it a whack against a wall. Probably wouldn't cut, but it'd hurt. He stuffed a few random blunt objects in his costume. Sera, in a stroke of pure luck, found a three-pack of golf clubs complete with their own backpack carrier. She took a liking to the putter and fastened the pack. Blaze turned to a clerk.
"Mind if we use these?"
"G-go right ahead." The clerk said.
"Thanks." He answered. "You might want to arm yourselves, too. Get everyone away from the front of the store and stay down. There looks to be plenty of those things out there."
"You're really not kidding about this." Leon said.
"Crisis situation." Blaze said. "Fight or flight."
Reluctantly, Leon began rummaging around for something to use, grumbling about his ruined week off. He put on a pair of steel-toed boots, threw on a T-shirt that had a big golden star on the front, and topped it off with a heavy trench coat. He put four packs of cheap pens and other pointy objects in its inside pockets. As an added precaution he grabbed a tall metal stand, displaying a large "30 % off!" sign, and hacked off both ends that had been connected only with loose screws.
"You guys ready?" Blaze asked, standing watch by the glass door.
They nodded. Blaze opened the door fast and darted out. He motioned for the others to follow.
"Now he thinks he's the leader." Leon said wryly.
"He's doing good so far." Sera said in encouragement.
They continued walking to what they assumed to be the epicenter of the chaos, but the four didn't get far before noticing a pack of three raptors chasing two kids and a brunette across the street. Blaze ran towards them, and thus so did the other three. One raptor caught a kid's leg in its teeth. The kid screamed in terror for his mommy, and the woman turned back for him instinctively. The other two raptors were about to pounce when the funky four jumped in. Blaze struck the one holding the kid in the head, knocking it over and for a loop. The kid, leg dragging and bleeding, ran to his mom.
"Get inside, now!" Blaze shouted to the family.
They dove into the nearest place, a Rock Shop. Then it was three on four.
"Holy crap... This is so totally Final Fantasy." Sera said, gripping her putter tight.
The dinosaurs lunged. Simultaneously Blaze and Sera clubbed two of them. The third reached Leon as he missed a swipe of his weapon. Necro was right there to smack it with his prop sword. This gave Leon a chance to reach into his pocket. He stabbed the dinosaur in the neck with four pens. It howled and bled, and attempted to kick away the pens with its forelimbs. Necro took the opportunity and stuffed, of all things, two rubber balls into its mouth. It choked and twitched, falling to the ground. Blaze slapped the first one upside the head again, probably causing a fracture. The creature took the opportunity to lunge again, but was met with a putter to the neck, collapsing its windpipe and killing it. The third one leapt onto Sera's back while she wasn't looking. The other three grabbed it and forced it to the ground. It squirmed itself up and growled, chomping air in Leon's direction. Blaze and Necro threw it through the window of the Rock Shop. They looked in at the frightened woman and her two kids. The raptor lay on the floor motionless, glass puncturing places all over its body.
"Woo-hoo! Round one for us!" Necro shouted.
Leon entered the Rock Shop and talked with the owner and the parent. Blaze turned to Sera, very concerned.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, fine. Scrapes and bruises." She coughed. "But do we have to... y'know... kill them?"
Blaze looked around, and noticed a body across the street.
"I don't think we have a choice." he answered. "I don't know where these things came from, but my hunch is it ain't natural."
"I bet." she said.
Blaze gently slid his hand to the side of her head, fingers pushing through her hair.
"Everything will turn out all right. Okay?"
She blushed and brought her hand up to his. She smiled greatly as she said her next words.
"Don't treat me like the maiden in distress."
"Princess Leia?"
"That'll do, if you can be Han."
"So forward, you are."
"Han, not Yoda." she smirked.
"Ooh, I wanna be Chewie!" Necro interrupted.
"And I guess that leaves me as Luke." Leon added.
Blaze and Sera dropped the attention from each other to their comrades.
"Right, okay." Blaze muttered, embarrassed.
"Well, c'mon. We'd better get a move on if we're gonna beat these things." Sera said, reversing the subject.
"Wait a moment."
Their attention was swerved to the heavyset shop owner. He was unusually calm despite the mess of glass and velaciraptor now spilled on his floor.
"You can't beat him with bravery and weapons alone." he said cryptically.
"Him?" Leon questioned.
The shop owner turned around and motioned for them to follow.
"Come in, I have something you will most definitely need."
"Money?" Leon shot in the dark.
"No, something you probably wouldn't believe." he smirked, going behind the counter.
The owner reached under a glass case displaying jewelry of all shapes and sizes, and unveiled four small boxes. Opening each revealed four different colored orbs attached to key rings.
"You mean magic." Blaze guessed.
The Rock Shop owner's jaw dropped. He looked at them oddly.
"We're gamers." Sera explained in brief.
"Oh, I …see. …You already knew that magic exists?" he said, bewildered for a moment.
“If you played through as many “sword and sorcery” stories as we have, it’s not a far stretch.” Blaze shrugged.
"Ah… Okay then.” The owner coughed. “Well, since I don't need to explain to you what it is and where it came from, I might as well just give you what you need."
He gathered the keychains and came around the front of the counter again.
"There is a fifth, but I use that to keep the business going. You know how it goes."
"A rock shop on a beach. Yeah, I can guess." Blaze said.
"Anyway, let me at least go through the presentation. It's the best part." He smiled. "You with the orange shirt. You shall use the element of fire and heat."
"Groovy." Blaze said, receiving his orb chain.
"Miss, you now embody the element of water and cold."
"I wonder if it'll let me talk to fish..." she pondered, studying the orb she was given.
"You in the trench coat will use the spirit of earth and land."
Leon held his keychain up to eye level.
"Well, at least it's not a ring. Don't want people coming up to us asking to summon Captain Planet." he muttered wryly.
"And you- ...ah, General- will bear the element of sky and wind."
Necro strapped his keychain to his costume, next to several fake badges.
"You will BELIEVE a Civil War General with a fake mustache can fly!" Necro said in whimsy.
"I don't feel any different...." Sera said, checking body parts for changes.
The shopkeeper walked over to the fallen raptor.
"All you need is concentration and imagination." he said.
The raptor suddenly twitched. The glass in its body disintegrated and it rose to its feet with a weary wobble. Three of the four stepped back intensely. Necro Bob was a different story altogether.
"ZOMBIE DINOSAURS!" He shouted in pure glee. "This is the best day EVER!"
"Technically, I restored its life force, so it’s not-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Necro waved off, approaching the woozy beast. "You guys KNOW what this means."
Necro kneeled in front of the dino and gave it a friendly scratch under the chin. The raptor responded with its own version of a purr, a warm growl set in the back of its vocal chords. It rubbed up against the general's leg, sending a clear indication.
"You domesticated the thing?!" Blaze said in surprise.
"I'm gonna call him Jimbo." Necro said proudly. "The other two outside are gonna be Scar and Waffle."
Blaze and Leon looked at each other.
"Well, at least keeping pet raptors will help... or something." Sera said.
The Rock Shop owner smiled broadly. The four thanked him and exited, eager to face a threat. Necro rose Scar and Waffle as he said he would, and his new pets followed him with absolute loyalty. The owner waved pleasantly as they continued on their way. Sera held Blaze's arm. Leon snickered.
"....Damn, I forgot to tell them about Saddam Hussein." He said with a nonverbal d'oh. "Eh, well, they'll figure it out." He shrugged.
The funky four continued on their trek to the center of the dinosaurs. Many stores were already locked down and boarded up. Others had broken windows and missing merchandise. Cars were stopped in the road, some still running. Normally one would be tempted to take up an abandoned vehicle in a crisis situation, but the temptations of the four were anything but normal.
"Lemme try something." Blaze pondered.
He let go of Sera's hand and climbed on top of a vehicle. He scanned the area, noting movements of raptors close and far. He concentrated and imagined. He thought of the physics of fire. He thought of creating, focusing, and controlling heat in a pattern around his arms and legs. Before he realized it, the molecules he imagined manipulating had generated enough lifting power to get him hovering a celebrative two feet above the roof of the car.
"Hey! Flying was supposed to be MY gig!" Necro shouted.
"Whoa, that's so cool!" Sera cheered.
"Hey, try saying "flame on!" Leon said half-seriously.
"And give myself a crispy tan? No thank you." Blaze retorted. "Hey- …Raptor pack incoming! Set of five!"
"Heh heh... tryout time!" Sera said, twitching her trigger fingers.
Two raptors jumped at her. She imagined. Two pressurized jets of water erupted from moisture gathered from the air, poking both animals in the eyes and blinding them. She followed up with a gush of water down their throats, drowning them. Necro hadn't moved a muscle.
"....And he'll be Percy.... She'll be Julianne Moore #2..." Necro named.
Two more stared down Leon. He imagined as they both leapt at him at once. A section of sidewalk popped up like a jack-in-the-box and quite comically punched the two straight up in the air. They landed right in front of Necro.
"...and they can be Cheech and Chong..." he continued.
The last one lunged at Sera. She attempted a different trick, one featuring a water shield. Unfortunately, water is not solid and the raptor punched right through it. The beast met with an awkward landing on Sera's hip, but its momentum was enough to knock her down. Before it had a chance to do what it was evolutionarily designed for, its tail miraculously caught fire. It howled in pain and ran like a headless chicken, colliding with a wall and cracking its own neck.
"And he can be Charizard!" Necro said, noting his brilliance in naming skills.
"Whew. Didn't think it would be like this." Sera murmured. "Our magic is kind of weak."
"We just gotta be inventive." Blaze smirked.
Necro assimilated his five new pets in with Jimbo, Scar, and Waffle. Blaze motioned for the guys to hold tight as he flew upwards. It was tough to balance on hot air, but with slight improvisations he managed to get a good feel of his aerodynamics. He stopped ascending enough to catch a glimpse of the origin of this whole mess, on the sands.
"Damn it to monkey." he muttered.
He dropped back downwards, landing softly next to Sera. He quietly put his arm around her. Though he was only high up for a couple of minutes, he noticed Necro had gained two more troops.
"Eminem and Peanut Eminem." Necro smiled.
"What did you see up there?" Leon inquired.
"A bunch of ships, a busy campsite, two helicopters, and two huge cargo holds."
"Hey..." Leon said, starting to put together some pieces. "Two cargo holds, two helicopters, and two quakes. That probably isn’t a coincidence." Leon guessed.
"You’re saying this whole dinosaur invasion was planned?" Blaze said
"Probably." Leon said. "If there’s an active camp out there while this whole mess is going down, I’m betting they’re in on it. Whoever it is wipes out the town using dinosaurs as their first wave, then follows up- its ingenious strategy."
"So my babies didn't just appear out of thin air? Phooey." Necro commented, his disappointment somehow transferred to his troops as they drooped their saurian heads.
"...But where there's a strategy, there's an anti-strategy." Leon continued, inwardly brimming with pride.
"What do you have in mind?" Sera asked him.
"Heh... Listen close, kiddies..." Leon muttered.
The funky four huddled. Jimbo managed to squeeze his head in as well.

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The campsite on the sands of Myrtle Beach was not a friendly family get-together. Three large tents had been set up and filled with military equipment in under an hour, the first being the electric perimeter. Very few troops accompanied the leader and his bodyguards, as the first wave of velaciraptors appeared to be successful in clearing away the population. Ships waited up and down the eastern coast, and only awaited the word. Soon would begin the full-scale invasion.
"<Commander, why have you chosen this location to begin?>" a bodyguard asked.
The commander in question, a certain beret-wearing mustached Iraqi, boomed his answer with gusto.
"<The Americans disgraced me in Baghdad. They took my palaces and paintings... and my pet weasels. Now I have taken from them the center of their being... a community of drunken revelry and beachfront property.>"
The bodyguard glanced around.
"<But Myrtle Beach, sir? Wouldn't it have made more sense to capture Washington in your glorious first strike?>"
"<Perhaps, but Washington is all the way across the continent, and borders Canada. I do not wish to mess with Canadians.>" He answered.
"<If you say so, sir.>" the bodyguard muttered.
One of the guards on duty screamed an alert. There was an altercation brewing in front of camp. The commander took notice of the lack of gunfire, and decided to personally witness the situation. Standing, grinning, and with his arms folded was a young man dressed in some sort of aged military wear. The mustache gave itself away as fake, as it was crooked. Odd a sight as it was, he was accompanied by at least a dozen of the commander’s genetically engineered velaciraptors, all under the imposter’s control.
"Hiya, guys." Necro said casually.
"<Shoot him and be done with it.>" the commander ordered.
About nine triggers clicked, but none shot. The guards tried again, sometimes more than thrice before checking their automatics. Each weapon had been sabotaged with a little precision melting. Blaze smiled in satisfaction from his hiding spot on a roof.
"Your turn, Sera dear." he said quietly.
Sera, kneeling right next to him, imagined the waves of the ocean. She imagined the extra force necessary to bring a higher tide. And then a strong wave hit the camp. While not enough to drown, the water drenched everything in the camp and fried much of the electrical equipment.
"Now the rest is up to those two." Blaze nodded in satisfaction.
Necro grinned widely and wickedly.
"Now this is the original definition of biological warfare!" he breathed in. "ATTACK, my pretties! ....And save that for later, Percy."
The dinosaurs, which had arrived under the control of the commander, now freely attacked his smattering of troops. Some of the Iraqis fought back, more ran away. The bodyguards did as much as they could to protect their commander, falling back towards one of the cargo holds. They ran, rushing with a death grip on their beloved leader, as fast as any person could on sand. Their pace slowed considerably as the sand became more and more fluid. They sank in the quicksand until only the tips of shoulders marked where their booted toes had just been. They struggled, but could not free themselves. Leon chuckled a hundred feet away.
"<At least this day cannot get much worse, eh Commander?>"
If the Iraqi Commander had the ability to shoot his head bodyguard in the face right then, he would have.

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"...Though sources say a young animal trainer by the name of "Bob" was present, credit for Saddam Hussein’s capture has been given to the owner of a local Rock Shop owner. Details are still sketchy, as the U.S. government remains tight-lipped about the situation, but inside sources have been praising the incident as a one-in-a-billion shot that happened to thwart a full-scale Iraqi invasion of the eastern coast of the U.S."
"Well, I guess we kinda made the news, in a sneaky, manipulative, Leon kind of way." Blaze said.
The four were now back at Sera's beach house, watching the eleven o'clock news they helped create. Blaze was stretched out on the love seat, feet dangling over the armrest, head in Sera's lap. Sera flicked the channel to Comedy Central, and Jon Stewart popped up on screen. People were already laughing in the background.
"Damn straight." Leon sighed in relief. "But remember, we’ve gotta keep out of the public eye. Can you imagine how annoying the press would be if we broke out and told them magic exists?"
He slouched back in his recliner, shades still on but trench coat removed.
"I guess I can agree." Blaze said. "We came here for a vacation-"
"-and found a little bit more." Sera grinned, stroking Blaze's hair.
Leon reached down into his personal cooler as the two on the love seat made googaly eyes at each other. He popped the tab on a can of Mountain Dew and sipped. Necro called out from the kitchen.
"Sera, we don't have enough red meat! Jimbo's starving over here!"
"Feed him Blaze's chicken tenders, then!" Sera called back.
"Already did. Your crab legs too. He wants more."
"HEY! I was SAVING those!"
Leon chuckled. Ah, vacations. Odder things have happened.

~Fin</lj-cut>

Hope you enjoyed. More to come. ^_^
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