United States Bank

A bank with a large and glorious lobby, lots of tellers, starte of the art securtiy system but not starte of the art security personnel. The bank had a large vualt and lots of security boxes.

It you're average quiet Feburary morning at the local bank, when a young man with shaggy brown hair and choclate brown eyes in a button up, black slacks, and a black and red vest walked up to the doors. He carried a red portfolio folder in his right hand, and a shiney black leather messenger bag on his right shoulder as he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Good morning." He said and nodded politely as he let a busy looking woman out, a friendly smile on his face. When she had gone he walked through the first and second doors and into the huge lobby. He looked the place over, taking in its artisitic values as well as it's struture. He casually glanced around for a while before he digs out a piece of paper from his profile. "Wake up my pet, it's time to get to work." He mumbled to himself and then brought out a page. On it was a bipedal creature with a large mask like item on his face, thick upper body with grey fur and black 'tatttoo's' on it. It had long tapering furry tail and in its hand a large bone like club. Feather's sprung sparesely through a main of mixed black hair. Dreads and curls made up its hair, and a simple loin cloth covered its waist. "Awaken Gorma." He called for him quietly and then the page began to glow...

Dream Goblin hovers over the bank on his glider. he sees a bright light from the window of the bank."hmm i wonder if i should help or leave and watch people die? both sound very tempting." Dream Goblin decides to start copnfusion and disorder for the suspicious person. "ooh wow i wonder who is doing the dirty job?" Dream goblin then launches a a grenade into the building causing chaos and destruction. " I shuold release some gas onto the building and watch most of them squirm but i guess i can wait to see what happens."

Gorma had already sliced through some security guards and generously knocked out a bunch of people. He was not the only other wordly creature that was inside the bank. A stubby and round creature that wobbled on four legs was standing in front of the vualt. On its back was thick rock like armor with small green glowing 'crators'. It had a small head and glowing green eyes. Under the rock shell like hump, were tiny army green scales, similar to a lizards. It also had a tail, one that resembled that of a club-tailed dinosuar. This was Strum, and he was readily defending his master while Art went through the massive selection of personal jewels that had rained out of the lock boxes after one of Strum's heavy hits.

He was admiring a necklace when he heard some glass crash and rain down on the squeeky floor. He ran to the door and put his head out, looking over where Gorma was. He was distracted as well, and looked back at what had come through the skylight. Gorma, something that really had now knoledge of this world, curiously looked at the grenade, but Art knew better and pulled back as quickly as he possibly could. He gattered as much jewelry and valuable items as he could into his messenger bag. In the middle of it the grenade went off and there was a screeching scream of agony as a wave of heat and a sonic boom tossed Art to the floor. Strum was fine, and let out an ancient guggling cry at the heat as if to say 'That's all you got!?'

Art growled as he picked himself up off the floor. Suddenly there was a fire and the sprinklers went off as the money vualt, which was within Art's sight but not reach, started to closed as a reaction to the fire. The vualt he was in also started to react and begins to close. "Strum!" He demanded, and the slow moving creture wobbled and hopped his way into the vualt before the door closed on them and trapped them in.

Dream Goblin is in a depressing mood as he sees the man and crippled dinosaur escape inside the vault where the money is. "I hate this person." slowly but steadily he drifted down into the bank staring at the Large vault and handle.
Dream Goblin searches for a button and presses it. But the vualt doesn't open. When he started the fire it had set off a saftey mechenism that automatically shut the two vualts and suck out all the oxygen to prevent the money, and the possible documents in the safety boxes, from burning. To think it would easily open for him now was maddening. No matter, the artist would be dead soon enough. Without oxygen, he wouldn't be able to live for long.

Behind the closed door, as the sound of air escaping the vualt, Art draws a red circle on the wall. And without much hesitation if at all, he walks through the circle. At this point, Strum flickers away in specks of green light and a gugrling cry of happiness.

New york's so called finest swarmed the building and pointed their guns at, the now hapless Dream, and realized the fellow "hero" had failed at catching the villain much like they did. "Perhaps another time..." one said with a sad look on his face. They put their guns away...

Dream Goblin calls his glider and commands it to ram them over, swiftly the Donut patrol squad was knocked unconscious. Dream then jumped on his glider and launched grenades all over the law enforcement, Dream then flies out of the broken window (the one he broke through to get inside.) with a nasty attitude he says "i hate most of you people you are all so boring." and after he made his short speech he flew off into the distance. Then left to go sit on a rooftop waiting for something else to do out of his spare time.