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[sup][color=limegreen][b]INFERNO EVENT[/b] (part III)[/color]
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[color=limegreen][sup][b]NEW YORK CITY[/b][/sup][/color]

[INDENT][COLOR=SILVER]Flaming Hair Bro seemed to be picking up what Arthur was putting down. [color=yellow][i]"Hey, the kids right! If these things came from the water I dunno if water is going to put them out!"[/i][/color]

[color=green][i]"Are any of you injured? Or, otherwise in need of assistance?"[/i][/color]

Above, Hammer Time was already answering for Garth to get help, but what struck Arthur was the voice.

It was the same voice that had echoed in his head earlier. 

He hesitated, closer now to the figure he’d dubbed [i]Green Goblin[/i]. The alien-freakish vibes were [b]real[/b]. Like, really real. It made the tow-headed youth hesitant to speak up. [color=limegreen]“Bruh, can you–”[/color]

The boy’s words were cut off by an explosion triggered by Flaming Hair Bro, who’d worked out some kind of plan with Hammer Time to do... something.

The thing.

They were doing the thing.

[color=limegreen]“You spoke in everyone’s heads earlier, right?”[/color] Arthur said, picking back up where he’d left off with the Manhunter. [color=limegreen]“I kinda have this thing with things that live in the water, but I’ll need to be, like, way more out of my head than usual.”[/color]

Hopefully the Manhunter’s own telepathy was filling in some blanks for him, as Arthur’s attempt to explain was suffering a woeful case of the middle schooler explaining anything.

[color=limegreen]“Can... can you help?”[/color]

If that wasn’t enough, the flaming skull that he thought he’d seen earlier was back with a vengeance. Or a grudge with Hammer Time. 6-7 on how that was going down.

If Dia de los Muertos was on the freakier side of things, what came next was a tad more traditional. Red spandex. Cape. Whole nine yards. And was shouting about Arthur from Atlantis.

From Atlantis?

He was from Maine.

Before he’d answer Captain Marvelous, the boy looked back at the Manhunter to get his response.

Maybe there was still a way to talk their way out of this.[/COLOR][/INDENT]