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Date Posted: 22:43:37 08/14/02 Wed
Author: Cal & Silent Al
Subject: Anthem
In reply to: Chester Mann 's message, "Trapped" on 12:33:28 08/13/02 Tue

The Grigoris worriedly searched the auto. Walt was nowhere. A pair of identical nervous looks hit each other.

"Well, we didn't really have a plan anyway...."

Al shoved a finger in the direction of Walter...being led by a small, bandaged fellow. Cal turned around to see the spectacle. "Get 'im!"

The duo made a mad dash towards the....

The....

The nothing?

Cal and Silent Al skid to a stop. Their quarry was gone! Vanished! In their place was a "heat-wavesque" view of the Hub's Dock. An outline of a man and a Manches, filled with distorted sight. It was unnoticed by most....

"How...? Wha...? Who...?"

Outside help. Someone, or something, had gotten "Chester" away from his would-be hunters. Suddenly, a set of screams came from the sky as guards fell from nowhere! The mass of soldiers fell right into the distortion, visually warped by the disturbance.

"What happened to youse guys?" Cal asked. All he got were groans of pain. But what would one expect from people who'd just fallen from the sky? They shouldn't have been there. And they wouldn't have been there...if not for�

"HIM." Al said. He whipped off his overcoat, and in an instant had returned to his true form! Cal had transmogrified just as mysteriously. "The time is now, VertiCal!" He shouted as Cal nodded. The two stood back to back, their dreadlocks starting to glow and wrap together. With their respective reality-bending gestures, a flurry of white energy burst forth, surrounding the Grigoris and knocking the surrounding bystanders and guards aside. A low chant flowed through the air, until finally....

"No more.

We shall not let this world fall apart!

We are the DimenScion, and exist only to divert the apocalypse!"

The glowing, blue amalgam of the Grigoris looked around. No one cared or even noticed them. The robe-esque armor now looked more regal, carrying the azure hue of the DimenScion itself. The cloud of white energy that surrounded it (them?) gave off an almost holy light. As the unified Grigori(s?) head frantically searched for the offending agent, the now long, full dreadlocks swayed back and forth.

"There." It (they?) said. As the oncoming threat of a lost enemy grew nearer, the DimenScion raced to the relay station's door....

Locked.

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