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The Preserve, Friday Evening

Rikku stood at the edge of the preserve. "Okay, are we ready for this?"

She looked around at the others, wondering why she was nervous. It was a lichen. A plant. This was totally doable. Probably.

They had spray bottles of some mixture of holy water and weed killer - Hermione had said it was Fred's idea, and whoever this Fred was, he was a genius. And they had their own wits and strength and luck. Plenty enough to take on an insane plant and save her roommate. This lichenthrope was going down.

She wasn't nervous. Mostly.

[OOC: D'OH! Come in to lichenchat on AIM for planning purposes! My bad!]

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Zack had been spraying in a carefully calculated pattern that would end up looking a lot like he was playing battleship when the plants died.

He trotted towards Dawn. "What's happening?"

Sokka spun around, trying to figure out who was screaming. He had... gotten just a little bit lost. No one else was around.

Spray bottle in one hand and club in the other, he let out a war cry and rushed off towards -- well, towards-ish, anyway -- where the scream might have come from.

She saw that rushing and rushed herself after it, cause what the heck? The evil thing that needed killing?

Her damn goggles kept falling though so the rushing thing ahead of her kind of looked funny. No matter, she kept on because she had heard that screaming and yeah, Annette to the rescue!!

"I'm coming! Here I come! Got my claw!"

Zero came running toward the screaming, spray bottle of holy weed killer in one hand, neon green croquet mallet in the other. "HANG ON I'M COMING!"

"No, don't hit me! No hitting!" Dawn flailed and ran away from Zero, who she now considered more of a threat than the thing in her hair.

She shook her head hard quickly and hopped up and down, trying to get the lichen to fly out of her hair and hit something.

The werelichen did not appreciate that. Everything needs to eat, you know, and this was just rude. So it tried to hang on for its little lichen life.

Except there was that whole thing where it didn't have hands, so this might not have been working too well. Grr.

When he saw the lichen was attached to Dawn, Zack very briefly considered spraying her. Then he decided it was too dangerous and went to try and get samples from it instead.

Without telling Dawn that.

Just because he was a genius didn't mean he was smart.

Fred ran after the others, occasionally tripping over roots. He caught up to the others and began ferociously spraying around Dawn as she flailed. He didn't want to actually spray *her* with the weed killer--that stuff leaves nasty rashes.
"Hold still, Dawn," he yelled! "We'll get it!"

Rikku gasped at the eyes and teeth on the freaky moss thing that appeared to be trying to eat Dawn's head. "Look out!" she shouted, and began dousing it - and Dawn - and Dawn's hair - and anybody standing nearby - in as much weed killing holy water as she could pump out.

After a few seconds it occurred to her that this wasn't the best idea and she stopped, abruptly. "Sorry! Are you okay?!?"

Sokka charged toward the group, crying his battle cry. When he got there, he stopped short and cocked an eyebrow at Dawn.

"You? You're the lichen?"

Annette sort of flailed when she finally met up with the rest of the group and saw..."Oh my god, it's a bush with teeth! Dawn? What the holy crap?"

With her wand ready, she pursed her lips and began to spray, but her spray wand was either stopped up or she was out of weed killer and holy water. "Dangit!" She threw her bottle thing to the ground and whipped her hand forward, the one with the claw attachment.

"Okay, Dawn, just bend over a little." She was totally sure she could swipe at her head without actually hitting her on the head. She was sure of it. She just had to adjust her goggles better first.

"NO!" Dawn was now damp, covered in weed killer, and glaring at Sokka as she backed away from Annette. "NO, I'M NOT THE LICHEN!"

Zero had tucked her mallet away when she realized it wouldn't do much good, but she still brandished the holy weed killer as she screamed at Dawn, "NO IT'S ON YOUR SQUALLING HEAD!"

The lichen was very unhappy with the weedkiller and holy water. Honestly, all it was trying to do was get a meal, and they came into its territory trying to kill it. No one had decent manners anymore. Did it interrupt them when they were trying to eat?

The lichen started trying to crawl away and off Dawn, because maybe they would have less problems shooting it without a big fleshy target. Woe for the life of a werelichen.

"Hold it right there, plant!" Rikku announced. It might have sounded pretty badass, if she weren't talking to a lichen.

She started hosing it down with her spray bottle. Die, weed, die!

"HYAAAAAAARGH!"

Sokka followed suit. Spray! Spray! Spray!

Zero ferociously sprayed the lichenthrope with the last of her holy weed killer. Then she scowled and shook the bottle. "I'm all out!" Shake, shake.

The fact that Zack was still trying to take samples from the lichenthrope, might account for the fact he got as much weed killer on his hands as the lichen.

"I'm out too."

The lichenthrope was not happy with this turn of events. Not happy at all. Especially since it kind of burned, and was a generally unpleasant feeling.

In its little lichen language, it said "Gah!" followed by "Urgh!" and "Mraaah!" as it flopped around, apparently trying for the most dramatic death possible. It lost something in the fact that it was a lichen.

Finally, with a "Meh" it fell still.

Dawn poked it with a stick. Right in the belly, if lichen had a belly.

It didn't move. All right! "Oh yeah!" Rikku shouted. "We got that lichen good!"

"BOO-ya!" Sokka shouted punching the air. Then he did a little strutting sort of dance.

Suddenly, the lichen... well, it couldn't sit up or grab anyone's ankle.

So.

Suddenly, the lichen moved a couple centimeters thattaway!

Fred was cheering with the others when he saw the lichen move. He aimed his spray bottle at it and pulled the trigger, but he was out too! They had used up all their holy weed killer! Now what do we do? he wondered desperately. Then, suddenly, it came to him--the cheese grater. Fred pulled it out of his pocket, and held it up, memsmerized. It was perfect--if ever there was a need for a cheese grater, this was it! Fred raised the cheese grater high over his head, and as he brought it down, he yelled,

"Behold the power of CHEESE! Yahhhh!"

and smashed it over the lichen, grating it into a hundred wee tiny pieces. Finally, it was dead.

Fred looked over at Rikku and held up the cheese grater, which now had bits of lichen sticking to it.

"I told you you could never be too careful," he said.

The Preserve, Friday Evening

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