Disclaimer: You know……I'm not even gunna bother to put this up anymore, so if you want a disclaimer, then look at the other chaps………………………………Nostril is a cool word……Don't you think? ^_^"

P.S. Maron should die in this chapter……God she is a bitch……I hate her _……Just so you know, this is blue haired Maron we are talking about……I don't want any confusion on the subject.

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In The Arms Of a Killer

CHAPTER 6

"Hello Bulma! It's a wonderful day today isn't…………it……." Her mother's eyes widened as she saw the man behind her daughter and her mouth dropped open. "You……you're……" For once in her life Bunny was speechless. Her daughter had a well known serial killer in her room, and her shirt was only half done up. Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other and back to Bunny, to see what the outcome would be.

"Oh my gosh." Bunny's hand covered her mouth. "Errrr. Heh heh." Bulma quickly stepped away from Vegeta and buttoned up the rest of her top. "It's not what it looks like mum." "You do know who is is don't you Bulma?" She asked in a shocked tone. "Yes. But it's not like that. He's not going to hurt me."

Just then, Bulma father stepped into the room. "What's all this nonsense then?" Once he saw Vegeta, he took a few steps back. "AHHHHH!! CALL THE POLICE! HE'S GUNNA KILL US ALL!!" He screamed. Bulma ran over to him and tried to calm him down. Vegeta stood there watching them with a strange curiosity. "Oh for fuck's sake……" He mumbled to himself. "SHUT UP OLD MAN!" Everyone went silent and turned to him. "I'm not going to kill anybody……Well……Not any of you people anyway." Vegeta flexed his muscles and walked up to Dr. Briefs, making the older man shrink down under his scrutinising glare. Vegeta's nostrils flared as he seemed to take in a scent that only he could smell. Then he turned around and walked halfway back towards the bed before spinning around again and storming up to the cowering doctor, standing menacingly before him, as he let out a gust of air through his nose, making him sound like an animal snorting. "Stay out of my way, don't even think about alerting the authorities old man." His voice was like a rasp, scraping at your inner ears until they were red raw, and you had to shy away from it. Even Bulma shrank back a bit.

Only a tiny squeak came out of the doctors mouth. "Vegeta stop it! You're scaring my parents." She scolded. Vegeta just smirked at her and licked his lips. "Uhhh……B-Bulma? Do……Y-you think it's s-such a good idea t-to t-talk like that t-to him?" Dr Briefs asked when he could speak again. "Pffft. Come on. He ain't all that tough. I gave him bruises in places you don't wanna know." She smugly bragged while placing her hands on her hips. "Oh you just had to bring that up didn't you?!" He growled almost playfully.

Bunny stood there looking into Vegeta's eys as he watched Bulma. There was something inside of him, that was not readily available for everyone to see there. You had to really look deeply into his eyes to see it. He held affection for her daughter. At a first glance it seemed like he was angry at her, but even as the ditz she was, Bunny could see it as clear as day.

"You two love each other don't you?" She asked out of the blue. Everyone spun around to face her. "WHAT?!" They all chorused loudly. "As if!" Vegeta yelled, denying everything. "Oooo! I knew it! Denial is a good sign of someone who just doesn't want to admit to things! I'm going to have grandchildren! I'll be so happy!…………………Well, as long as they don't try to kill anyone……" With that she ran out of the room, completely forgetting of the serial killer in her daughters room. Bulma's father turned to face her and he stood up straight and crossed his arms. "Is there something you would like to tell me young lady?" He tapped his foot on the floor. "Errrrrr……No. Gotta run dad…BYE!" Bulma blurted out and picked up a few things and grabbed Vegeta's hand, pulling him out of the room and they ran as fast as they could through the winding halls of the Capsule Corp building before getting to the front door. "Phew! That was close!" She exclaimed and threw 2 capsules onto the driveway. They got onto the two BMW roadbikes, put on their helmets, and flew off down the street.

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"Okay. Is everything set?" Vegeta asked Bulma as they towelled off after their last training session before they went to get Maron. "Yeah. I'm just about done here." She took a sip of water from the bottle she was holding.

Vegeta grabbed a silver revolver and threw it over to her. "Why will I need this if I have the Iceblade?" "Just in case. The blades have been known to fail if you haven't had years of experience with them like I have." "Okay. Thanks for the warning." Bulma slipped it into the front of her jeans, while Vegeta got into the police uniform again. He got his guns holstered and Bulma grabbed his arm. "Well let's go then shall we 'Acatl.' We can't keep the bitch waiting." Vegeta chuckled and walked out the door.

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LOCATION: A bar downtown.

Vegeta had been talking to her and flirting, much to his disgust, to get her attention. As far as he was concerned, even though this Maron girl looked a lot like Bulma, she was totally freakish. She openly flirted with all the males, winking at them to get their attention. Vegeta shuddered as he was forced to listen to her brainless ranting. Bulma was watching from a distance in a corner table, giggling to herself at the scene. Vegeta looked like he was ready to kill himself instead.

"Okay? And so like, she just comes up to me and like, yells and stuff! And I'm like, why are you yelling and stuff? And she goes I don't like you! Get your own boyfriend! And so then I'm all like oh go away. Yamcha doesn't like you. He loves me now. He thinks I'm totally hot and sexy and stuff. So then she's all like…Oh! As if! And then she goes away. And I'm like totally happy cos I won and all that. You know what I mean?" "Yes." Vegeta cringed and sipped his drink.

When they finally got out of their seats to dance, Maron was all over him. She was dirty dancing to a song that no one would even consider doing that to. It was the first time in his life that Vegeta was actually embarrassed in public. If this was what she was going to be like, then he didn't want to dance anymore. He suggested they go somewhere else. Maron latched onto his arm as the went out of the club. Bulma followed close behind.

They ended up going to Maron's house, because Vegeta gave her the "Oh-you-can't-come-to-my-place-because-it's-being-fumigated" excuse. When in reality he only said it because he didn't want her to touch any of his or Nappa's things.

They were in the kitchen, when Vegeta said he'd get ready to have some fun with her if she got the drinks. Maron was nearly at the fridge before he did anything. "I have changed my mind about the drinks. Bed now." Vegeta almost gagged at the thought of actually taking this slut to bed. "Oooo yeah baby! That's what I'm talking about! Let's see what you can do!" Maron grabbed the "police officers" shirt and dragged him into her room. "You know. I've always wanted a big strong man to make love to me." She breathed and grabbed his crotch.

Maron started stroking him through his pants, after she pushed him down on the bed. Vegeta felt sickened and repulsed at what he was letting her do to him, but it was all part of the plan. It made them feel more worthless and scared if they think they can trust him. He let out a faked moan and reluctantly moved his hips closer to her hand. Thank god he was a good actor. 'I can't take much more of this.'

"Oh you like that do you baby? Well that's not even the start……Well, yes it is……But oh well!" Maron started to unzip his pants and pull them down his legs after taking off the belt that held the gun, handcuffs and radio. Vegeta ripped her shirt off and rolled her over so he was laying on top. "Now you just let me do the work." He growled, feigning playfulness.

Bulma opened the door silently after picking the lock with a key. She slipped into Maron's apartment unnoticed by anyone. She could smell her strong perfume from the doorway. Bulma nearly gagged at the thick stench of it. She wondered how Vegeta was handling it – he had a much more sensitive nose than her.

Vegeta had handcuffed her to the bed posts and was now sitting between her legs. He had on his black boxers and a white tank top. He started to kiss her shoulder, holding his breath agaisnt her vile perfume. Just then, Bulma stepped around the corner, and Vegeta held her legs down onto the bed by sitting on them, while he tied a strip of thick fabric around her mouth so she couldn't scream. Maron's eyes darted from side to side, and came to rest on Bulma's face, who was standing next to the bed looking down on her.

"You've made a big mistake with flirting with this guy. For one, he's mine already, and two, have a look at this." Bulma showed her the newspaper from a few weeks ago with Vegeta's face plastered all over it. Vegeta untied the gag, and whispered angrily. "You'd better not say a word." Maron nodded, but she wasn't going to do what he said.

She was about to scream bloody murder, which was what it was going to be anyway, when he put a hand over her mouth. "Look. I see why Bulma hates you. And she has asked me to kill you personally. I will get great enjoyment out of this."

Vegeta moved his hand out of the way and shoved the blade down the unsuspecting girl's throat, delighting as it shut her up for good. He really couldn't be bothered doing much else for once. Normally he would love to spend hours torturing them, showing them how much he didn't care for them, but this girl was just too much. He let her head drop onto the pillow, and grabbing her arm, he left the skull imprint on her palm.

After standing up over the bed, he was going to do a small mutilation, when Bulma stopped him. "Vegeta wait. I want to do something. She's been annoying me for too long. And besides, I need to learn how to do this as well." Bulma stated. Vegeta helped her to get out the Iceblade.

They both stepped back and admired her work. "You're pretty good at this. Where did you learn to do that?" Vegeta pointed to the intricate butterfly pattern on Maron's forehead. "Well I worked a bit as a doctor and all, so I work well with scalples." She answered. "You know. That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." "You just wait. That's nothing. Next comes the guilty conscience, and the worrying about wether they know it's you or not. It's much harder than the actual killing." He pointed out. "Oh great." Vegeta thought for a bit. "Hey we should put you signature somewhere. I mean, there is no way in hell that I am going to say the butterfly was my work. Then they'd think I really was gay!" Bulma giggled. "Fine, we'll put Morpho there." Vegeta smirked at her. "Good. I'll write a note. It pisses the police off, and it helps me relieve tension, so it makes it harder to catch me. Or us in this case."

He went over to a desk in the bedroom, looking for paper. This girl was so simple minded. She had everything where you'd expect to find it. He pulled out a sheet and brought it back to the kitchen. He grabbed a fancy looking old fashioned dip pen from an inkwell on the table. He rinsed out the black ink and dipped it in Maron's blood, using it to write a letter to police.

To my dearest officers,

The Reaper strikes again ne? It's been over a week since I so easily escaped from Scarlet Lake, and you still haven't caught me. Shame on you. I thought you'd be smarter than that. I don't believe you've found your missing boy yet. What was his name? Ah yes, that's it. Lieutenant Scott Wilde. He's in an alley near the corner of Middleton and Scotch street. Oh yes, I must excuse myself. I haven't introduced my new accomplice. Officers, I'd like you to meet Morpho. Strange you might say? The Reaper has a female accomplice? I never really planned on this happening, it just did. She was the one who did that little number on the onna's head. Fancy ne? I'm going to have quite a lot of fun with her. Going to be harder to catch us. Good luck gentlemen, you'll need it.

Signed, the Reaper and Morpho.

"Oooo! Nice one Vegeta." Bulma commented over his shoulder. "Hn. Well that's all for today. I say we get cleaned up and leave before anyone suspects anything." Vegeta let the note flutter to the floor next to the bed, as they walked out the door.

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"Oh gross! I think I'm gunna be sick!" exclaimed one of the forensic scientists who stepped into the alley on the corner of Middleton and Scotch. There was Lieutenant Scott Wilde's dead, mutilated and maggot infested body hanging on the wall. But only just. The body had started to slip off the hooks, as did suicide victims who had hung themselves, and nobody had found them for over a week. The skin was stretched, so it looked like a liquid rubber, melting off his bones. The intestines had rotted, and big blowflies were covering everything, spreading their germs, and the maggots were feasting on the putrid, rotten, blood-caked flesh.

The smell was worse than morbific. Worse than heineous. Many of the officers had thrown up when they saw their friend's body, adding to the decaying, wet smell of the entire alley, thanks to Vegeta. Photographers had to wear gas masks, as well as anyone else working in close range of the body. They snapped pictures, and detectives recorded notes, and when they were done, some unlucky men had the job of taking the body down.

The skin was slick with the slimey ooze that the rainwater and blood had created, and when they were carefully lifting the dead officer off the hooks, it slipped out of their grasps, and fell on the ground. A big splash of blackened, mephitic liquid that used to be rainwater, but now was a mini cesspool of a thick, insect infested gunk, pooled out of the open cavity in his body. His ID card also fell out of the body.

The long, almost shoulder-length rubber gloves of the forensic team were coated in substances that many of thm didn't even wish to know what it was. They were definately going to have a bonfire when they were finished.

"You know. I don't know how these killers do all this shit. It's so fucking disgusting. I don't know what got me into doing this either. Probably just for the higher paycheck. I mean, I got a strong stomach and all, but this goes way past normal. This Reaper dude shows no signs of a mental illness or anything, so what the fuck makes him this fucking cruel? I just hope Scott was dead before any of this. It would have been complete torture." One of the detectives commented on a short break as they watched the bodybag get hauled past them on a stretcher and put into an ambulance heading for the coroner's office. He took a last drag on his cigarette and flicked it onto the ground, crushing it with his foot and blowing the smoke out his mouth. "Disgusting."

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Vegeta laughed at the front page of the newspaper the next morning. It was a double article on the brutal murder of Maron and the Lieutenant. The only reason that the report was out about Maron was because Vegeta, on a throw-away phone, had called the building's administration and told them to look in Room 12. They had found quite a surprise. The manager was the most upset, because Maron had liked to "help" him with "things."

Vegeta sat with Bulma in his lap, and a thick blanket around their otherwise naked bodies, on the couch. They hadn't bothered to get some clothes on, no one but them was home, and they had felt the need to "celebrate" last night in their own very personal way about the easy success they had achieved.

Bulma cuddled up closer to him and read the words of the report. "I wonder where mum and dad are? They are usually in the kitchen having breakfast by now." Bulma pondered. "Dunno." Vegeta put the paper down on the cushion next to him and wrapped both arms around Bulma's waist, careful not to let the blanket fall off and expose them to the cold air in the room.

"We should probably get some clothes on." Vegeta suggested. "Yeah. I'll take the blanket and you can get some clothes." Bulma poked out her tounge at him. "Fine." Vegeta pushed her off him and gave it to her, while he pulled on his black leather pants and combat boots. He was going to pick the shirt up off the floor, when there was a knock on the door. Bulma jumped and wrapped the sheet around her, holding it up with her hands as she stumbled to the door and looked through the peephole. "Shit! Cops again! What are they doing here?!" Vegeta's eyes bulged and he frantically looked around for something that he didn't really know what it was. "Uhhh. There! Put that on!" She whispered and pointed to the balaclava on the table, that came from the duffle bag under the couch. Vegeta slipped it over his head and stood in the middle of the room, and Bulma opened the door.

"Hi officers. What can I do for you?" Bulma asked nervously, tightening her grip on the sheets. They stared in something that resembled a look of both shock and arousal at the woman in font of them. "Ummm. Ma'am. Sorry to bother you, we just need to ask a few questions, starting with, why are you wearing a sheet?" He asked confusingly. "Oh……Ummm……" Vegeta stepped up behind her in the balaclava, and Bulma blushed, as she realized what it looked like. Vegeta also realized as well. The officers coughed and a slight blush appeared on their cheeks. "Now I'm more sorry than before." The other officer mumbled.

Bulma ushered the men in and they sat on the couch, and she then went to make them some coffee. Through the time they were there, they asked many questions, mainly about the murder of Maron, and some about the Reaper himself, and what did she think of him, while Vegeta sat sweating in the armchair, hoping their attention wouldn't turn to him. "Now you sir……I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

'Damn. Spoke too soon.'

"My name is……Acatl." He only just remembered the name, and he spoke in a very good impression of an Australian accent to disguse his voice. "Yes. Well, other than the um, obvious, why are you here?" Vegeta's mouth opened and closed a bit before he answered. "I……ummm……We're ummmm……None of your buisiness!" Vegeta crossed his arms and sunk down into the chair. Bulma rolled her eyes and pulled the sheet up around her shoulders. Officer Martins cleared his throat. "Look. We understand why you might not want to tell us, but it's really important." The young man swept his sandy blonde bangs out of his bright green eyes. "Fine. We were-……" Vegeta cut her off. "Having an affair. Told you it wasn't your business. Now have you finished asking questions……mate?" Vegeta thought he'd better add on that last little bit, because that one little word was like an Australian trademark.

(A/N: MAHAHAHA!! Aussies rule!! ^_^ *face is painted green and gold and waves a little Aussie flag* )

"One more. And this doesn't really matter all that much, but what part of Oz are you from? I've always wanted to go there." "Victoria." He said off by heart. One of his cousins lived over in that state. They rarely contacted each other though.

The policemen got off their seats, and politely took their cups to the sink, and grabbed their hats. "Thank you for your time Miss Briefs, Acatl……We'll uh, let you get back to……things." He chuckled and they walked out the door. Bulma shut it behind them, fighting away the blush that was threatening to appear. "Phew. That was another close shave." Bulma sighed and went back over to him. "Why did you say we were having an affair?" She stood in front of him. Vegeta gave her an "are you kidding?" look. "Yeah. You're right. I suppose we are." She pulled the bottom of the balaclava up so it exposed his mouth and was hooked on his nose so it didn't fall down.

Bulma ran her tounge along Vegeta's bottom lip, and then drew it into her mouth to suck on it. She let the sheet fall away and Vegeta caught it, raising it up so it covered her lower body. He used it to draw her closer to him. When Bulma stopped kissing him, he decided to voice something. "I think we spend more time screwing each others brains out than we do training and preparing. I'll have to cut down on that a bit I think……But not too much."

"Sure about that?"

"Yes." "

Really?"

"Mmm hmmm."

"Don't wanna change your mind?"

"Maybe."

"Try again."

"Fine. We'll keep it like it is." They were basically talking into each others mouths, because their lips were so close together, and they were half kissing one- another as they spoke. Vegeta broke this kiss long enough to pull up the rest of the balaclava so it was now a woolen hat.

(A/N: We call them beanies over here in Australia. I dunno if you guys call them that though.)

He put his arms around her and they continued. Just then, there was another knock at the door and it opened, revealing the policemen from before. "Sorry. I just left my radio……" His mouth dropped open. The guy in the balaclava was the Reaper. Vegeta stared for a few seconds before grabbing the gun from the duffle bag and shooting the man in the chest. The sound rang throughout the room and the man dropped to the floor.

Vegeta grabbed the black tank top off the floor and put it on. "Gotta go." He turned and ran out the back door as the other officer began firing. "STOP IT!! You're pulling holes in the walls!" Bulma wailed and held the sheet tightly to her body. He lowered the gun. "Ma'am? Why don't you put some clothes on. You're coming downtown with me."

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Bulma sat in a cold metal chair with a bright light shining in her face. The detective had been questioning her for quite some time now. Repeating the same questions, yelling, slamming his hands on the table. "Look. Can you turn the light down? It's giving me a headache!" Bulma whined.

"I don't give a shit! Just answer the damn question!"

"Well maybe you'd care when I say I can make sure you never get another job in this town ever again! My dad pays your salary you overgrown prick!" She squealed in retaliation.

"Jeeze Jack! Don't be so mean, it's just a light." The man guarding the door spoke up. Jack growled but did as asked, and dimmed the light a bit.

"Now will you answer?" He tried to calm himself.

"Fine! Yes! You happy? I knew it was him!" Bulma raised her arms up in agitation.

"Then why did you associate yourself with him? Why didn't you come to us?!" Bulma didn't answer, she just looked to the side and avoided his glare.

"Miss Briefs! Answer the fucking question!" Bulma rolled her eyes. She really wanted to spit in his eye, but that would probably get her in even more trouble.

"He's not really that bad." She sniffed.

"NOT THAT BAD? How the fuck can you say that?! Did you see what he did to my nephew?! He fucking cut him open! He's killed around about 300 people, but we can't pin it all on him because we don't have enough evidence to convict him of a few of them! And to top it off, he's got a new accomplice!"

Bulma shrugged. "I don't care. You don't know him. I do. I know how he thinks. He's not as bad as you make him out to be. If he was such a cold-hearted killer as you say, then he wouldn't have spared my life, or make it so that the girls can't feel pain."

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THINK!!" He screamed, nearly at the point of tearing his hair out.

"If you don't care, then why am I still here?" She asked softly and calmly.

The detective leaned over the table and breathed into her face. She could smell what he'd had for breakfast; a cup of coffee and a cream cheese bagel. Her nose crinkled up. He pointed his finger near her face. "You listen to me. If I find you near him again, I will personally see to it that you don't get out of the whole case until we catch him. And when I find more information……I'll make sure you go down with him. I know you're up to something. There is no way you're gunna get clean away. I am certain that you won't have your squeaky clean record for much longer. You're gunna dirty it hanging around that sadistic excuse for a fucked up, lame-arse piece of shit." He growled.

Bulma smirked at him. "Oh. Dirty it huh? Oh we've dirtied it alright. Several times." She laughed. Jack went and banged his fist on the wall.

"You're free to go. Just make sure you stay clear away from that bastard. Or you'll be accused of being that Morpho lady he keeps talking about in the letters he sends. Wouldn't want that now, would we?" Bulma rolled her eyes again.

"Whatever. Just take these cuffs off. They're chafing my skin."

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Mahahahaha!! ^_^ I have nothing to say really. I hope you enjoyed the chappie. It took me forever to write it. But for now, I must upload and post the 2nd chap. Now you see how far I am ahead of myself. Thanks to Mushi again for enlightening me on that. It's a great technique for all you aspiring writers out there.

Mushi_Azn: Yeah!

Natsumi-Chan: Shut the hell up! I'm reading a lemon here dammit! *eyes are glued to computer screen*

Me: For christs sake! *pulls the plug on the computer and screen goes blank*

Natsumi-Chan: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! *weeps profusely*

Me: Whatever. Remember to R&R or……

Everyone: NO MORE CHAPPIES!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!*everyone chokes on their own spit*

P.S. Thanks Kate for that info, but I can't use it because I have no idea what the lance is or looks like. I knew there was a tv series, but I never got to see it, and I know there is comic books, but I never got to read them. The website that I got the information off said that the Periculum was a dream-like state in which bladeweilders of the past came to visit, and ask questions and such. I thought this was a bit strange, as that didn't happen in the movie, but I just had to go off that info, because the movie doen't explain a lot of things very well. It was the best info I had to work with. And just like the characters are OOC, so is the Witchblade. So that's why my version can only be used by Vegeta for evil. Of course he could hand it over to a woman, but that's the only other option he has. Thanks anyways.

And as for you Dark Angel Of Death Bulma, ( ___ Long name…) I don't think you will do that to me. Because when you are sleeping and plotting your little plans, I will come into your room with a big butcher's knife, and carve off your arse cheeks like a thanksgiving turkey (not that we actually have thanksgiving here) and then I'll roast them up and serve them to your family. While you are moaning in bed holding your bleeding arse cheeks, I will hang a huge hook from the ceiling. And I will pick you up and spear your back onto it. Now with that part done, I would blow your feet and hands off with a shotgun. Messy stuff. The next thing I would do is "borrow" the Candyman's hook, and gut you like a fish. I would laugh as your innards fell onto the floor. I would roast and mash your liver and feed it to you and watch it as the mashed liver fell through the gaping hole in your body, unable to digest it because of lack of internal organs. And no I'm not done yet.

I would get the evil Yamcha thing to come and repeatedly flick you on the nose, that's if you aren't dead already. Let's just say for this sake you aren't. Anyways, I would put on protective gloves, and cut open your stomach, and collect the stomach acid in a beaker. With that, I would hold your eyes open and pour it in, and laugh evilly as your precious eyeballs sizzled and melted away into pools of little gunky things. Then I'd take you down from the hook and throw you out the window. Ummmm. I'd steal anything you might have that's good Vegeta or Bulma stuff, laugh evilly again, and then run out of the house and down the street. Oh did I mention I poisoned your arse cheeks? Cos your family is puking their guts out on the kitchen table.

Muahahahahahahahahahaha!!! I am evil person #1!!! I thought up all this on the spot!…………………Too bad I don't know where your house is……Much less what country you live in……=

Anyways, I'm writing a new Resident Evil fans get your butt over here and read it when I finally post it. I've only got the 1st chapter completed, and I've gotta get done right up to the 5th before I do put it up. It's a resident Evil/Dbz kinda thing. Dbz characters play the parts, and I'm not putting in all those ppl's who can't remember stuff. Unfortunately, I can't tell u the character line-up, because that would spoil it. =P