Giovenith wrote:Captain Shnookums and the cyborg-bear-shark were swallowed up in the hissing flamethrower that billowed out from the center of the ring. The bear reared on its hinds and staggered backwards, roaring and swiping wildly in pain, Shnookums screaming along with it, [...] as the two became an indistinguishable mash of flames. The putto's screaming was abruptly cut at the cyborg-bear-shark fell onto its back, its thrashing ceasing,
Amanda winced and turned away from the sight, but was unable to do anything about the sound of the screaming or the smell of burning flesh. Both brought back images that danced before her eyes, making it hard to focus on what was in front of her. Fortunately...
Giovenith wrote:"I RIDE MOOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!" Teddy Roosevelt screamed as he began to literally melt in Amanda's hands, staining her clothes and skin were further gross rainbowy goodness. She was left holding a skeleton made of hard candy, which promptly crumbled into pieces.
“Yurgh! Looks like it's time to wash the windbreaker again.” She wiped her hands on her jacket, passing the giant lollipop from one to the other. Roosevelt's preserved mustache would make a fine souvenir of the day's events.
Looking around, Amanda saw no more visible opponents. She took a few steps towards Meri, wanting to check on her, before being made aware of a new situation.
Giovenith wrote:"I'll always love you, Stephen!" Grandpa Twenty-Eighteen garbled cluelessly from his place in the [baby fence] pen.
Images only Amanda could see pulled her attention back to the past, but she forced herself to take care of business. There's whiskey at home, and a husband to make more, and then this will all go away for another day. Move, girl, move!
“Right! Focus! Moving!” A quick march brought her to the pen, and the lolly continued to make a fine club for bashing the baby fences out of the way. She turned to the Old Year. “Sir? Mr. 2018? There's somebody here you should meet.” She directed his attention towards Nine, and started leading the old man to him. Hopefully, he won't struggle, because it would be a shame if I had to drag-- Her breath caught suddenly and her heart raced. She muttered to herself, something only the keen-eared could hear. “No, girl, there's no more fire here. That's years ago. Calm down. Focus. Move. Lead the old man. Home soon. Safe there.”