"EVIL!!!!!!!!!" was what Cowman screamed. He was, erm, splashing milk all around the, erm, room. Firing earth spikes wildly in all directions, one struck the EVIL JOCK STRAP from Thaumatarge's family jewels. However, the earth spikes were really made of iron, or more accurately, magnetite, and this attracted a load of space satelites that would horribly and terribly smash into their squishy interiors.

Thaumaturge rolled on the ground in utter agony. AARGH!! Why me...? Why is it always ME!! And why does Cowman hate me so...? I mean, there was that time that I put those aliens onto him... I wonder what they actually did to him...

Aloud, he said, in between incoherent moans: "Could... Somebody... Please... Heal... me..."

Courtney knelt down beside the writhing, agonized Thaumaturge. She somehow managed to scoop the full-grown ex-villain into her lap, cradling him in her arms like a baby.
"Aww...poor little guy...it'll be okay...injuries to the testicles are only for comedy, and are therefore not life-threatening. We'll get through this..." She paused to reflect. "Umm...on a side note, you might want to consider not using cybernetic technology to control that ninja's mind. Mind control is nicer than killing, but not by a lot, so you should probably let him make his own choices and stuff. Okie, Mr. Thaumaturge?"

Aloud, Thaumaturge said: "Make his own choices? But... Then how do I control what he does? How can I ensure his unwavering loyalty? I don't understand... Oouch..."

Mentally, he thought: Well, it looks like being a good guy has some perks after all...

The girl rubbed her chin in thought. "Hmm...well, I guess you could just treat him fairly, and be nice to him, and then he'd want to work for you because it's fun! ...Actually, come to think of it, I thought you were a mage or something. How come you're using technology to control him? Not that either way is right, of course."

Courtney had been lightly stroking Thaum's forehead to calm him down a bit, and was a bit perplexed when she realized his face was STILL too shadowy to see. Maybe it's one of his super-powers...

Thaumaturge suppressed the urge to purr like a cat at the stroking. " 'fa-ir-ly'? I'm afraid that I still don't understand. Is that some sort of drug, that I could treat him with? As to the cybernetics, I stole him from a secret lab hidden underneath Tokyo. My science team then made alterations, inserting the complience hardware, augmenting the cybernetics, etc. I am a mage, but I use also technology when I can get it." He smiled weakly with pride. "My science team was the first in the world to develop a hand-held phaser! Of course, it can't hit anything beyond a few metres, but that's a minor detail which they assure me will be fixed in the next version..."

After Roan made sure that now was going to be injured (A new thing to him). "Now wowman do you mind if I ask you some question? Like how did you polymorph like that I MUST KNOW!"

OOC: Skull - She didn't actually soul fuse. Astrabelle rejected her. However, Astrabelle, being a pure soul, did try to save her life by telepathing (is that even a word?) REALLY LOUD. And yes, I'm back.

A torrent of profanity issued forth from Sarah's mouth. Most of it was directed at Our Hero, but she ripped off a few choice expletives to Jackal, Thaumaturge, and Astrabelle. But she did recognize her situation, and made no attempts to go for her weapon. She also recognized that Courtney had been the one that had saved her, and that just added to her rage.

Astrabelle saw Courtney and Thaumaturge, well, she used whatever weird sense disembodied souls use to "see", and came to one thought...
Awww, cute!

Sarah, however, was having conversations with herself, while still cussing up a storm.
So, what am I going to do when I get to Osterbaum's lair?
Same thing I do every night...

Jackal fell from the ceiling noiselessly, at least, until he dropped his helmet to the floor. He toof out a fresh cigarette and lit it. "How you guys doin'? Mmmmmm...... nicotene." He hurriedly pulled two more from a pack he'd found and lit them. When he had been Johnathan Slekhanne, a name he no longer remembered, he'd been a heavy cigarette smoker. "I've forgotten how good these are." he muttered, shoving another three cigarettes into his mouth, making a total of six.

ooc: You know I meant your charecter. you know being threatened by a ninja witrh a big sword normally leads to injuring.