Billyboy

Midas looked a mixture of terrified and disgusted as Essex whispered to him, but he didn’t pull away. As she finished her story, his eyes bulged and he gasped as though the wind had been knocked out of him, but only for a second. He rubbed his temples in irritation; something must have triggered another memory of the old earth in him.

Choosing to ignore Experiment, which was exceptionally hard considering he had just called him ignorant, the scientist rested a hand reassuringly on Essex’s shoulder. He bent down and in a very hushed tone whispered back to her, making sure no one was close enough to hear.

"You would tell me to shut up after you give me your own argument, it's the ignorant 'I win if I get the last word in mentality'." Midas pointed out, hardly looked over his shoulder at the man and speaking with a very condensending tone. "Though, I have to say that you must have some intelligence, you've managed to figure out that I have the same opinion of you that I do the cat, you dangerous, erratic madman. You're the one threatening me, trying to end an argument with violence against a man who obviously has no chance whatsoever against you. Coward. I can hardly take a man seriously when he threatens to skewer me instead of presenting an actual point."

“Why is it that I’m doubtful a child should be left alone without a father to sort through a torrent of confused emotions when she doesn’t even know what’s truly happened to her?” Midas snapped at Hal. “Back the hell off, you disgusting smoke cloud. You’re hardly helping here!”

“And as for you, extraterrestrial.” The scientist hissed. “There’s a difference between racism and knowing that thing is dangerous and erratic! Did you not see it earlier in the bunker, throwing itself to die against the soldiers because of bloodlust? It’s growled at al of us at least once during our little misadventure here, and I frankly don’t think it’s safe for a helpless child to be hugging because she needs to obviously be comforted!”

He turned away, putting his hands on Essex’s shoulders. “I’m glad I found you when I did.” He said. “You said your father was a magibiologist, correct? I’ve never agreed with combining life science with magic, but I’m sure your father didn’t have a choice but to attempt disgusting malpractice in the Overmagus’s service.”

Midas tapped his chin and a shadow fell over his face. “Now, do you know whether you were born with your powers or if they were fused into you by your father?”

“Essex?!” Midas shouted with concern, running to the little girl and plucking her off Tam hastily. “Stay away from that thing! Who knows how dangerous it could be, it’s a feral metahuman!”

He walked several yards away and set Essex down gently on her feet, bending to meet her level. “Would you mind telling me about everything your daddy did and said to you before he left, anything unusual, I mean, not just everything.”

“I think you are implying something, you senseless wretch of a psychotic idiot!” Midas roared as he walked right up to Experiment, not letting his height bother him. “Keep insulting me and you’ll reap the same rewards as the brainwashed ‘heroes’ that came before you! I don’t care what her father was in the old world, in this world I have reason to believe that he may very well be-“

He cut himself off, glancing to Essex, and said in a hushed tone so the girl couldn’t hear, “Dead.”

Midas looked furious at the two so-called heroes threatening him for doing the right thing. It was always the same, that way! Every time he tried to do something good, the brainwashed conservative heroes would jump in and try to defeat him and somehow “save the day”, which didn’t need saving in the first place! He didn’t put anyone in jeopardy, damn it!

“Ignorant charlatans!” the scientist growled as he turned around, holding his hands on his head. He’d love to teach those self-righteous fools a lesson!

Cyba grinned and the Philosopher’s Stone pulsed.

“You know, in the real world, you could defeat heroes like them like it was nothing….” The cyborg reminded him as she put a hand on his shoulder and drew close. “You wouldn’t have to leave an innocent little girl in the wrong hands. You don’t think you’re being greedy by not ascending to your true self, do you?” she finished, sounding concerned for him.

Midas huffed and turned on her angrily, and her face darkened as he looked the other way. She made a motion as if to slap the back of his head, but halted and just shook her head with an innocent smile, walking back into a corner to have a hushed conversation with the Stone.

“Essex, will you come over here and speak to me, please?” Midas asked the little girl. “I’d like to talk to you privately about your father.”

“Always looking for an excuse to use brute forced against a defenseless man, aren’t you?” Midas shot back, his face contorted with rage. “I don’t care what you say Essex has done, she was mechanical before, that means she was artificial! You’re the one who’s threatening her, trying to change her back to a lifeless state for your own comfort and threatening the man who’s keeping her safe!”

“And I suppose you’d rather have the girl be artificial?” Midas snapped to Experiment. “Don’t touch her, you bumbling idiot! She’s been through enough without having you confusing her about a past she doesn’t remember in which she didn’t actually exist!”

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Cyba, meanwhile, was examining the ship while holding the Philosopher’s Stone tightly in her cybernetic hand. She wasn’t touching anything, but the way she passed her hand over every piece of equipment could make anyone uneasy.

“I must ask you, my dear, how did you get here?” the Stone asked seriously.

“Since I’m dead in this world and you came near the hole in that closet-“ she began to explain.

“Hole?” the Stone asked.

“Don’t ask me, wherever I came out of was definitely unusual. I got pulled through and immediately knew the situation, like someone had implanted all the information in my head.” She explained, ending with a tone of intense dislike. “It was like I didn’t exist and then I was suddenly created, but I know I’ve already lived.”

“You seem to be handling it well.” The gem replied kindly.

“No use panicking. I’ve been through worse.” Cyba said with a flick of her hair.

“Perhaps immediately worse and pertaining to us, but I don’t think we’ve ever faced anything this dramatic.” Dr. Phillis’s voice noted. “We’ve both dealt with the Mallus Mundi before, and I’m not happy to hear that it’s back and wreaking havoc.”

“I’ve never been madder than when Scirocco tried to change you!” Cyba hissed.

“Yes, but we stopped him from turning the world to brainwashed idiots, and the book was supposed to be destroyed. I don’t understand how he got it back so quickly!”

Cyba rubbed the Stone against her forehead with a sigh. “Nothing about this magic crap makes any sense, we’re just going to have to kill whoever did this and set things right.”

“Which means we need the help of allies, and I need my body back!” the Stone reminded her. “The version of me here may be preferable to Scirocco’s version, but we’ve still got to get rid of him!”

“Just give me a little time, I know you well enough to figure out something.” Cyba smiled.

“And I know me well enough to know I’d do anything for you.” The gem chuckled, flashing momentarily.

Cyba glared over at Essex. "Hush. We're rescuing you; the least you can do is stay quiet!" she hissed.

Midas's finger unclenched and the Stone began falling, before Cyba swept it out of the air with uncanny speed and held it in front of Midas's face.

"You need to absorb this, sweetie, you're brainwashed right now." the cyborg stated bossily. "Do it for me, won't you?"

Midas looked at it, confused. "You want me to... cease to be?" he asked.

"I'VE TOLD YOU, YOU WON'T CEASE TO BE, I AM YOU!" the Philosopher's Stone screamed. "I've never met a more ignorant buffoon in my life! Well, that's not even close to true, all things considered, but you rank highly nevertheless!"

"No." Midas said shakily, pushing Cyba's hand and the Stone away. "I won't."

"You sound like a child!" the Stone mocked.

"Oh god, I know how stubborn you are, I'm going to have to babysit!" Cyba growled as she dramatically slapped her hand on her forehead. She looked timidly at the Stone. "Unless you want to pull an Enoch Dr. Phillis?"

"No!" the Stone responded quickly. "My body is right there, no need to share your womanly problems with me unless it's necessary!"

"Can't blame you." Cyba replied with a sigh. "Cramps hurt..."

"Off the subject!" both of the Dr. Phillis's cried together.

"This is ridiculous, just allow me to take control again and-" the Philosopher's Stone began.

"Hold it!" Cyba interrupted, throwing open a small compartment on her wrist and widening her eyes. She quickly scooped up Midas and Essex in a tight hug. "Permission for pickup granted! We got the easy way out!"

In a flash, they were on Acid's ship with the rest of them.

Midas’s eyes opened and blinked at Essex, his head still swimming, an expression stamped across his face like he didn’t understand.

“Oh god!” Cyba groaned, resting her palm on her forehead as she turned around with her other arm out wide as though to ask why. “Midas always has to drag us into these things, we nearly get ourselves killed for someone unimportant, and people will still call us the bad guys! You’re not leaving, little girl, just forget what I said, I’m sure we’re glad to have you along so we can help.”

“Is that you, Reyna?” Midas’s voice spoke up suddenly.

The cyborg turned to the slumped form of the scientist, but he still didn’t seem cognitive. “What, you can’t recognize me?” she asked teasingly.

“No, I can’t see you! Get me out of this idiot’s pocket!” commanded the voice from Midas’s pocket.

In a blur of motion Cyba had grabbed the Philosopher’s Stone out of the robotist’s lab coat and was holding it in front of the lights warily. “What the hell is going on, Midas?” she demanded, looking back at the Midas that wasn’t her own version.

“That isn’t me, my dear!” the Stone announced. “That’s a bumbling idiot who’s somehow taken my place in this world! The Philosopher’s Stone caught a bit of my consciousness thanks to all of our rituals over the last few years, I’m all that’s left, and that idiot won’t give me my body back!”

Oddly enough, Cyba didn’t seem very confused about the situation. Either she had expected this, which didn’t seem likely, or she was just very used to weird things like this going on. A fire sparked to life in her dull green eyes, she knew what it was like to not have control of your body, to have to sit back and watch. Of course, intentions had always been much more devious when she was the one in the situation, but she could relate.

The cyborg walked over to Midas and lifted him up quickly by his shirt, leaning him against the wall. He still looked groggy, he had taken such a shock upon seeing her that it would be a while before he could recover and come back to his senses.

“Here, absorb this, babe.” Cyba cooed, placing the Stone in Midas’s hand gently and wrapping his fingers around it as he stared at her face. “Everything will make sense again.”

Midas nodded to Cyba, looked down to his hand, and looked over to Essex with an expression of pure confusion.

Cyba stopped abruptly near a door. They had evaded all of the scarce personal; the building seemed nearly abandoned due to the accident outside. She set Midas down and motioned for Essex to stay put, then with a flex of her fingers disappeared from sight, the only sign of her a slight distortion in the scenery as she moved, though one would have to be looking for her to notice.

Slowly and carefully, she pushed the door to the courtyard open and stuck out her head, examining the many soldiers and mystics outside. Looked like some kind of lock down. Damn, she hated being pulled through the time stream with a mission from the planet only to be plopped into a situation that was nearly inescapable!

She chuckled at that thought; there was nowhere she couldn’t get out of. She was fast, cunning, and augmented with the weaponry and cybernetics of Midas Phillis, nowhere could hold her. What she was worried about was getting said Midas Phillis out, along with the little girl.

Cyba silently closed the door and reappeared in front of Essex and Midas, looking as though deep in thought. She couldn’t cloak either of these two, but she could carry them easily and still make no noise. That was one gigantic advantage of cybernetics, the raw strength, the perfection.

She twinged. The word “perfect” had gotten her into more than one trying situation.

“Why are you so important?” the cyborg demanded of Essex haughtily.

((OOC: Terribly sorry, I thought security was going to respond to the thing at the closet or something, was just waiting, but unless I missed it I guess I was wrong, so I'll have a post up in a minute.))

It began with a as a slow bass line that only shook the table slightly, but after a few seconds a more intense guitar line kicked in, causing the gravy to slosh around in the bowl and dive over the edges and knocking more than one plate off the table. With a loud bang and a burst of light from the door, the music reached its crescendo and Billyboy burst through the door, playing air guitar, his entire form glowing as he headbanged, throwing his long brown hair every which way in a chaotic storm of self-satisfaction. The source of the music became clear as Maestro leaped through the door as well, landing on his knees and powersliding across the room and under the table, coming out the other end and spinning on his back before thrusting back up to his feet, doing a spin, and throwing his hands out wide.

“Sweet entrance!” Billyboy shouted across the table, holding both hands out in thumbsup symbols. “I’m so thankful to have a buddy that can do my intro like it’s nobody’s business!”

“I’m just blessed with amazing talents!” Maestro shot back, flipping his lute around in his hands, snatching it out of the air, and stuffing it back in its case. “As for myself, I’m just thankful for the unending inspiration I’ve received over the years through the valorous deeds of heroes and the epic battles that ensue as new threats rise! The music business has never been in better condition!”

Seeming slightly embarrassed, a short green goblin with a cybernetic arm walked in, an extremely large and wide sword strapped to his back. Without further ado, he flipped atop the table, unsheathing his sword at lightning speed, and in a flurry of movement slashed at the turkey, though when he stopped there was no visible difference to it. Then, with great care and showmanship, Podo slipped his sword back into the sheath on his back, and as it clicked into place, the turkey fell apart, sliced perfectly.

“Mine quest is complete, the beast hath been served.” The goblin said as he hopped into a seat happily. “Mine own thankfulness cometh from mine allies, those valiant humans that hath looked past mine heritage and physical form and hath accepted this warrior as a friend.”

“Mmmm-hmmm.” Billyboy and Maestro nodded simultaneously, taking seats on either side of the goblin and resting their hand on his shoulders.

A strong gust of wind came through the open door, slamming it against the wall, and a chanting form floated in as though it rode the wind. He was transparent and wearing shamanic leather armor, studded with gems and ornaments with several pouches at his belt. What was more, he was covered in bobcat patterned fur and had two cat ears protruding through his hairline, along with a swinging tail that reached out behind him. The incorporeal man floated over the table to land next to Fallon with a wide smile, ending his chanting. The wind ceased and the cat man snapped back into the physical world, losing transparency and becoming solid again.

“Late again!” Scaku laughed at himself with an apologetic look to Fallon. “I just can’t help it, ya know? I’m just thankful that ya don’t ever come after me for bein’ overlate at all of our meetin’s!” he claimed before embracing her in a kiss.

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Dr. Phillis turned to the monitor in fury and pulled a gigantic laser minigun from seemingly nowhere, letting loose a flurry of plasma bursts into the screen and ending Proto Matter’s view of him.

“I’m thankful that despite the fact that I’ve legally killed you dozens of times, you haven’t managed to finish me once!” he raged as he chucked the minigun at the twisted monitor, knocking it off the wall to land sparking on the ground. “As well as for the fact that you’re a predictable madman!”

His anger satisfied, the doctor turned to one of the many other monitors that Proto Matter could just as easily watch him through and noticed the time.

“Damn, I’m late!” the villain gasped as he dashed out of the room and through his base.

As the Grand Phillisbot Army was composed of hundreds of robots with independent personalities, there was a constant chitter of conversation and argument. Dr. Phillis could hear their bickerings as he passed.

“Personally, I’m thankful for the boss coming out with even more powerful weapons on a daily basis so I can really kick some [censored] out there against the heroes!” Fracas bragged to his comrades.

”I’m thankful that I’m not dead yet, but I know it’s only a matter of time!” Madcap screamed in response.

“You stupid fools! Know that you should be thankful for one thing and one thing alone!” Kibitzer interrupted angrily. “I am thankful for the wonderous leadership of Lord Midas! His brilliance will take us to conquest and beyond, and set a new age for the world in which he shall be the most powerful figurehead in history! All praise to Dr. Phillis!”

“I’m thankful that most of my friends aren’t brown nosers!” Pother quipped innocently.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, Dr. Phillis definitely smelt something burnt. He stepped into the tiny kitchen, one of the only rooms in his gigantic underground base designed solely for human use, and saw a black, withered turkey on the table. Cyba sat in her chair, her elbows resting on the table and her face buried in her cybernetic hands, weeping.

“I’m sorry, Midas!” the doctor’s cybernetic lover cried. “I wanted today to be special, but I’ve ruined it!”

The doctor let out a chuckle, drawing a hurt scowl from the woman.

”My dear, I’m thankful to say that there is nothing that you can ruin.” Dr. Phillis proclaimed, lifting his lover out of her seat and embracing her. “Your loving light transcends all superficiality and custom. Your mere presence is a blessing to me, and your love is more of a gift than I ever thought to receive. Even this husk of a fowl would taste as sweet ambrosia on my tongue because your touch has made it pure.”

“I’m thankful that you can sweep a woman off her feet and keep her there.” Cyba responded adoringly as he lifted the man off the ground and initiated a long kiss.

“I’m thankful for distractions.” Minion, the shapeshifting rikti monkey whispered to himself as he pulled the disaster of a turkey off the table and began his feast on the floor, chomping greedily as his villainous masters kissed.

As they parted, Cyba looked a bit concerned. “What are we going to eat?” she asked.

“I have plans upon plans, my dear, do you really think I wouldn’t have a backup on such an important occasion?” Dr. Phillis replied slyly, leading her out of the room and to the teleporters.

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Minutes later, the couple had taken their seats in Haven alongside the Author and his associates. Dr. Phillis raised his cup of water with a smile.

“I’m thankful for the hospitality of my good friend Thomas, and for the fact that his faithful alliance with myself has never faltered!” the evil genius toasted.

“I’m thankful that Thomas hasn’t given up on us after having to pull us out of all those sticky situations!” Cyba agreed, raising her own glass of wine.

Cyba raised an eyebrow cruelly at Essex. “Of course, you don’t look a thing like him, and he wouldn’t let his own daughter run around in pajamas.” She chuckled. “If that’s the case, I won’t feel bad leaving you here.”

Midas gasped loudly, coming to slightly. “No, girl must come…” he muttered. “Protect her.”

“Damn it.” Cyba growled in disappointment. “You’re always so complicated! If I didn’t love you so much, I would hate you for it!” she grabbed Essex’s wrist firmly. “You’re coming with us.” She commanded, already moving, pulling the amazingly light little girl along behind her effortlessly, though even if she did weigh as much as she looked like she did she wouldn’t take any more effort.

((OOC: Photobucket is biting me right now, terribly. Forgot my account existed, it did!))

“I’m glad you made the right decision, Essex.” Midas said to the girl. “There are times when you must make sacrifices to help others, but you can’t help anyone else if you essentially are killed through some idiotic act marked as heroic. We’ll find another way. Now come, we must leave immediately, there’s no way something wasn’t picked up from this direction. Hurry with me.”

The doctor gently grabbed Essex’s wrist and began to lead her away quickly, but a hand grasped his arm firmly from behind. He spun, pushing Essex behind him to protect her, and came face to face with the least likely thing to ever be staring back at him. He collapsed to his knees.

“Stop dramatizing, Midas, you’re too good to me sometimes.” A grey-skinned woman smiled down at the man, her voice filled with loving sarcasm. “You couldn’t have missed me too much if you’ve already fathered a child.”

The scientist simply kept staring at the woman, tears falling down his cheeks in torrents. He’d wished for this for longer than he could remember. He’d longed for her return, knowing it was in vain, since before the Overmagus came into power. And now, with no warning or preparation, she had come back to him. He was is shock.

The woman shook her head with a playful sigh, her long black hair jostling joyously as her head turned. Her dull green eyes sparkled at her lover as her full lips let out an unsuppressed giggle. She ruffled Midas’ hair with her shining metallic hand, her years of growing used to her own power making the touch gentle.

“As much as I can tell you’d love to talk, I’m going to have to get you going, smart guy.” She smirked sarcastically as she lifted him back to his wobbly feet, rolling her eyes as she came to realize he couldn’t support himself at the moment. With a sigh, she slung him over her shoulder. “Let’s get moving, then. If we wait, it’ll only take us longer to find somewhere to stay for a while and get reacquainted.”

The exotically beautiful grey-skinned woman spared Essex a short glance. “Coming?” she asked shortly before beginning a trot down the hall, her long strides moving her quickly. Her legs were fairly long. In fact, she was tall, a couple inches above six feet. She was wearing metallic armor made of crimson, which scandalously revealed much of her chest, though her legs were entirely covered with wiring and plating. Her forearms and hands were cybernetic, silver and crimson, the backs of her fingers covered in diamonds. Her calves and feet were mechanic as well, though one wouldn’t realize it by looking, she simply looked like she was wearing high tech boots. The rest of her legs and her hips were covered with plating and wires, and she wore a belt lined with ammunition and various devices.

“Reyna?” Midas asked in disbelief, not seeming to realize he was being carried.

“I always told them you were the smartest man in the world.” The cyborg laughed back. “But for old times sake, call me Cyba.”

((OOC: Picture up as soon as I get the willpower to get on the game and screenshot!))

Midas gave Hallucinogen a dirty look, not liking the smoking metahuman in the slightest, his hatred from the war still going strong. He stood straighter, glaring at the boy patting Essex gently on the head so she knew she was safe.

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"...Do we...really have to?" she pleaded with the scientist. "...The...me...the other me...is telling me to go...that I'll be more helpful that way. That I'll be better and less of a nuisance. And...I'll know people...and be able to help better."

The girl glanced down. "...I guess I mustn't be selfish."

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Midas shook his head vigorously and growled an angry "No!"

"You're just a little girl, you need no burdens!" he told Essex. "You can't go through there on the risk of losing who you are!"

The Stone certainly seemed to agree.

"If you value your life, you'll stay where you are, child!" the gem argued. "Going through that door and reverting to your former artificial form would destroy everything real that you are! No soul, no true personality, no free will, just a mockery of a self-righteous brat! You will literally cease to exist going in there and becoming your old self!"

"The exact reason I'm not absorbing the Stone!" Midas added.

"You're different, you half-witted idiot!" it argued. "You're a lie, I'm what you really are! You have to absorb me or you won't be able to help anyone! It's your damned duty! Only the illusion will fade, it will be an awakening!"

"Shut up, damn you!" Midas hissed at the pulsing gem. "This isn't the time!" he directed his attention back to the little girl. "I can't let you risk entering there, Essex!"

Totally amazing, thanks so much! Great, great work! I appreciate it so much!

Midas could feel the Stone pulsing in his pocket, urging him on to enter the door, but remaining silent. It longed for the scientist to walk through and become himself again, and didn’t want to ruin it by making him feel bitter. He knew himself well enough to knew he could become defiant easily.

Midas didn’t want to enter the door at all. He was afraid of what he might find on the other side. He was pathetic, but he was also frightened of what he was before, or at least what they said he was before. His mind raced, but he was taken from his own dilemma by little Essex.

Even the Stone could empathize. Dr. Phillis had hated Essex for her insistence that she was independent. She used to be a robot, programmed and without any sort of free will. Her personality had been a mockery, it was disgusting, but this, this was different.

She was real now!

Midas bent down, patting the girl on the shoulder. “No one will make you go. I’ll make sure of it.”

Midas, in an uncharacteristic fashion, chuckled and looked embarrassed, his eyes avoiding the mage, playing the part of a found out and humbled mad scientist quite well. He nodded to the Mu and waved, “Thank you, old sport, I’ll be off to new horizons.” He called after him. “I can only hope you’re correct!”

He kept a slight, false smile on his face as he hurried beside Vern, motioning for the others to follow. He took Essex’s hand, whispering for her to stay quiet for just a moment until they were away. He could only pray the stupid feline wouldn’t attempt anything that would get them killed.

Midas quickly adapted to the situation, used to impromptu after living in this horrible world for many artificial, yet so real, years. He quickly looked at the mage, surprised, and bowed an apology.

”Terribly sorry, old sport, the guards didn’t give me any trouble; I didn’t realize we weren’t aloud in here. Please excuse the intrusion, I’ve no intention of making any manner of trouble for the Overmagus, let him live forever!” he apologized in a tone and slight accent that certainly wasn’t his own. “Just curious, was all, thought we may be able to sniff something out. Haven’t had much luck in the last few years, hoped to perhaps find something to turn that around.”

The scientist was painfully aware that he was wearing a dirtied labcoat with no shirt underneath and a pair of ragged pants, not to mention the fact that his hair was a mop of tangles after all the running, sweating, and flying he had been doing lately. His face was ashy and his hands were blackened. His suspicious appearance, however, may just be taken for him being a poor man with not much to other things to wear or keep clean with. It certainly seemed proper considering Essex’s shift and bare feet. He hoped he put up a good show. He always did.

He was still nervous as a lame rabbit in Jurassic Park, however. It didn’t have to due with his performance or the scrutiny of guards. What he was afraid of was the Philosopher’s Stone in his pocket, a powerful artifact practically emanating Mu magicks and holding a secret that would have them killed in a heartbeat.

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I have been trying to think of a song for Experiment's transformation and form in the 'One too many.' story. Any help would be appreciated, as I will probably pick something by Nickelback, as usual.

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If you'd like to PM me the whole story behind that (Can't keep up with everything on the boards, sadly), I would absolutely love to help you find a suitable song for it! There's more awesome bands than just Nickelback out there!

((OOC:

"Well, what do we see?" Midas asked impatiently as he tapped his foot and began drawing up picket signs against the tobacco industry.

Really, I miss this thread lots!!!!)

I've missed this thread! Guess it's time for me to post again!

I hate posting music without direct links to the songs, but since I've got some lists here, I'll just let everyone else do the work if they care whatsoever. I've got entire lists for characters on my iPod, just thought I'd write them down.

Podo the Goblin:

"Sugar Free" by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
"Hunter's Chance" by The Black Mages

Maestro:

"I Believe in a Thing Called Love" by The Darkness
"Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds" by The Beatles (even though I hate them)
"I Wanna Rock" by Twisted Sister

Jaredman:

"Frontline" and "Everything" by Pillar
"Hero" by Nickelback

Champion:

"Lies" by Evanescence

Billyboy:

"Jerk It Out" by Caesar's Palace
"Action Movie Hero Boy" by Lemon Demon
"The Set Up (You Need This)" by Reel Big Fish
"Soundtrack of my Life" by Less Than Jake
"Open Your Heart" from Sonic Adventure
"Blue Blast - Winning the Rainbow" by The Black Mages

More developed, later to come Billyboy:

"Wasted" by Goldfinger
"Drunk Again" by Reel Big Fish
"Hopeless Case" by Less Than Jake

Dr. Phillis:

"Mad World" from Donnie Darko soundtrack (This one is for dorky scientist Midas from Khel's RP)
"Brave New World" by Iron Maiden
"I Constantly Thank God for Estaban" by Panic! At the Disco
"Open Your Eyes" and "Spokesman" by Goldfinger
"Bronzing the Garbage" by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
"To Be Loved" by Papa Roach
"Turn the Radio Off" by Reel Big Fish
"We've Had Enough" by Alkaline Trio

Well, that's not all of them by a long shot, but all that I can think of off the top of my head while I'm at school. Damn my horrifying bad memory!

((OOC: *Poke* Can we go yet?))

((OOC: Oh my.... Kind of glad I've been playing Final Fantasy 12 while I'm sick instead of watching the boards, this is getting insane!

Okay, so I totally lost track of who had the Philosopher's Stone... so....))

Midas snatched the Stone from the table as it grumbled to itself about imbeciles and hurried over to Vern, scrutinizing the dragonlike creature carefully. He didn't like Essex sitting on it at all.

"The sooner we get out of here, the better." the scientist remarked. "By the way, could you send my robots down as well? They're in the room we entered through."