Blarg

Very nice. Yup, ya just gotta love the psychos.

I GOT MONKEYS IN MEH!!!

((Hmm... ok, I'll have to come here. I really don't have the time right now, but maybe later!))

Wow. That was amazing. Keep writing Ion, I will want to see more.

((OOC- Yeah, ok so I ripped off the Airbender. I'm pretty sure that the show isn't going to sue CoH cause I did that lol.))

Fist looked at Jord. "Yes. You must have a fitting outfit. Come with me." The two of them left the magnificent room. It seemed that there was a door for every god or goddess. "Eventually, every one of these rooms will be filled. But that is off the subject. I will introduce you to Hermes." Jord and Ares went towards a door with a neptune carved into the side. Fist knocked and the door opened. What Jord saw took her breath away. Every single one of the planets, including some that Jord didn't realize existed, were floating around a floating man that appeared to be meditating. "My liege? Do you require me?" Ares motioned towards Jord. "This is Jord. She is our newest member of--excuse me for using Lord Recluse's term--Destined One. She requires a new set of clothing. Call in Artise." "Yes, m'liege." replied Hermes--who to mortals was commonly known as Psy.

Hermes touched his hand to his forhead, and the results were immidiate. A tall, skinny man with a gaunt face and pale complexion appeared before them. "M'liege? You called me?" Artise spoke with a very slow and wavery voice, as if he was extremely old. But his face made him look like he was in his thirties yet strangely ageless. His atire was black and grey, with bone going across his body. "Artise. I need you to find this girl's measurements. You will adress her as ma'am, or sire. DO you understand?" His mouth hardly even moved as he said "Of course my liege." A measuring tape seemingly appeared at his hands he got them from his pockets so fast. He went to work. Up, down, left, right. He was moving faster than it seemed possible. In a flash, he was done. "What will it look like?" he asked in his slow, raspy voice of his. Iron Fist gave him a sheet of paper that Jord had not noticed before. Artise's eybrows went up for a moment, but he said nothing. He teleported away, but came back almost as fast. In his hands was possibly the most astonishing thing Jord had ever seen. It was a dark green in color, with red, gold, and yellow highlights. It appeared to be made of bark and leaves, yet when she touched the outside it felt like metal. The insides felt like the smoothest and most comfortable cloth she could ever imagine. Ares smiled. "From the look on your face, I am guessing it pleases you. Go to your room and put it on. Then our little surprise for those at the Zig begins."

Hey hey hey... if I was a demented madman (like most of my characters) I would totally throw a rubber chicken into mass genocide effort! But that's just me. Yeah, take your time. As the Monkey says, I am hooked. (By the way... why does everybody call me "Blargh"? I've always wondered. My name is "Blarg." Or Mr. Hobo. WHich ever you prefer.

Grr, double post.

Wow. Simply... wow. How exactly do you want us to join in? I would, but first I would like to know what we're doing. But really really great writing. Just tell mehow to start, and you'll have me hooked!

((OOC- Perfect Billyboy. I was actually hoping you'd add to it! ))

"Indeed. Eventually, we shall gather one man or woman for every god or goddess, only then will we start the new world order." The ship landed on a pad similar to a helicopter pad. The new king and queen walked out of the craft, the soldiers making a line to salute them. Vim, or Jord as she was now called, looked very impressed. But there was more. As they went on, they saw tropical trees with gigantic colorful birds in them. She saw humongous fish in the rivers and streams crossing the streets... over AND under.

They finally got to a large dome, as tall as the Empire State Building, and about 500 times as thick. They entered and appeared in a large 'office.' "This is the--for what a better word I wouldn't give--the 'waiting room.' We will be arriving at your quarters soon." The pair went through the building, sometimes seeing soldiers who saluted immidiately as they saw them. They went through hallways and rooms, Iron Fist-- or Ares as he was known to the immortals--explaining each room as they went along. After exploring the whole place thoughrly, ((?)) the two entered a gigantic room, the ceiling actually just as tall as the building itself. Somehow, there was water floating above them, holding exotic fish.

"And here is your room." he said, motioning towards a large rectangular door, intrically carved with the symbol of a tree. As Ares opened the door, Jord--or Vim to tthe mortals--gasped. The entire room was filled with trees. There was a small pond with crystal stepping stones so somebody could get to the middle; for at center, there was slightly large island that matched the stepping stones. Circling the island, there was a white fish with a black spot on its head, and a black fish with a white spot on its head. In the trees, there were were small birds in strange colors. "Does this please you?" inquired Ares.

Iron Fist smiled. "Your new name is Jord. The goddess of Earth, wilderness, and hunting. I thought a huntress would befit you perfectly." Fist looked out the window. They were almost there. "And if you're thinking of killing Skull, don't. Unfortunately, we must keep him alive. But his fate will be much worse than death..." He briefly looked down at Vim's state of admiration. "But enough of that talk. We are here. Welcome... to Atlantis."

Again, great job. Just take your time.

((OK, that makes sense. Now we can say Fist just didn't know about that. Of course, the executioner would have a heck of a time trying to slice Fist's head off. Or electrocute him. Or pretty much anything really. ))

Iron Fist was now over the ocean. The soothing sounds of waves went into all of his senses. He loved the ocean. ut nobody, not even the mind-reader Psy, would ever know that. Suddenly, he noticed a very very small object on the back of Vim's shoulder. His practically microscopic vision picked up the sight of a tracker. He snarled and said, "Vim, hold still." The girl looked like she would argue, but the frosty glare from Fist told her not to. Fist went up to her, and gingerly removed the beacon with a small 'twick' sound. He scowled at it and called over to one of his troops. "Jenkins! Come here!"

((Couldn't resist.))

A tall, thin, nervous looking man came over. It seemed that one of his eyes kept twitching, while the other one darted about and kept straying from any particular target. "Yes m'liege? You wanted me?" Fist nodded and passed the tracking device to him. Fist said, "I'm sorry soldier." Jenkin's face looked puzzeled until he realized that Fist was pulling him towards the door. When Fist opened the door, his face turned into fright. And when Fist pushed him out of the vehical, 500 miles above the ocean, it turned into pure terror, but the only thing that could be heard from his lips were: "Bloody Hell."

Fist closed the door, turned to Vim and said, "I am sorry you had to witness that. Jenkins was a horrible soldier anyway." He went back to his seat and sat down. As soon as they got to Atlantis, things were going to get interesting for the people at the Zig...

Iron Fist smiled knowingly and opened the door to his ancient 'jet.' "More you shall get young one. More you shall get." The three of them climbed in with the rest of the troops, Silver Skull getting ugly glances from the soldiers. The troops that had been sent down with Fist to help out got in as well. Fist took his customary place next to the pilot and made sure that Vim got a good seat to see through the windows. Her breath would be taken away when she saw her new base of operations. Fist motioned for them to set off and they went on their way. But Fist still had some surprises for Longbow and Arachnos...

((Stay tuned, more is coming up!))

((Much better Gideon. Thanks a bunch.))

Two words man. That. Was. Awesome. Oh wait... that was three. Darn, now it's five. And now nine! Grr... oh nevermind, that was great! Post again soon!

((Gideon... your spelling and grammar require help. And none of what you said has happened yet. let Billyboy decide what Vim does.))

((Gideon... your spelling and grammar require help. And none of what you said has happened yet. let Billyboy decide what Vim does.))

((Hey Bagle, what do ya mean by Death Row? It has me a bit confused. I would really like to know. Thanks.))

Iron Fist watched them go. Their wavering appearance was ignored by everyone else, but it stood out to Fist like red on black. He turned to smash into a hero on his right when he sensed something. Not a small something either. It was Psy and Alpha group. They were coming to get Fist out of there. Fist sneered and said, "It took you long enough. We require help and there are two who need to come with us." Psy nodded and telekinetically sent down an earpiece so he could converse with them easily. As soon as it was over Fist's ear; Psy said, "There are a couple of jets coming this way sir. Requesting permission to fire." Fist simply said, "Permission granted."

The large floating vehical flew away, but not before a dozen troops came to assist Iron Fist. He set off to get to Vim. When he got to her, she was hurteling herself at a small group of heroes. A person in black teleported unknowingly to Iron Fist. Fist caught Wraith by the neck and smashed him into the ground, making a small crater. The hero teleported away. "Vim, it seems that you have embraced the power of the Huntress. You will come with me, to Atlantis, so that you may learn to control this power." Just to be sure, he sent one last spell into her body, making sure she would follow orders. Iron Fist looked around for Silver Skull. This time, he was being beat uo by heroes. Fist shot at them with his eye-blasts. One of the more stupid heroes charged at Fist. The Tankers never give up, do they? he engulfed himself in flames and the Tank tried to get out of the way, but missed. He had run into the great flaming man and immediately caught fire in the mystic inferno. Fist put him out of his misery by snapping his neck. The poor, burnt man teleported back to his base, wherever that was. Skull just layed there, breathing heavily and thanking Fisy over and over. Fist frowned and said, "Don't grovel. It is unhonerable. Get up." As soon as he said, 'Get up' Skull saw green tinted flames healing him. He looked at it in wonder as it re-energized him. "You will now come with me. I require you, and your skills. But remember. Don't try to escape."

Skull shook his head as a meaning of 'Of course not. I would never do that.' Iron Fist--Avatar of War--Incarnate of Ares--smiled strangely and said, "It is time to leave." Imediately, the strange fish-vehical ((?)) appeared before them. Fist allowed Skull to stare in amazement at it as he said to Vim, "We are leaving now. COme with us, and your power will become even greater. Stay with Arachnos, and the power that you experienced here will dissapear forever. It is your choice."

[ QUOTE ]
Soldiers: A witch! A witch! A witch! We've got a witch! A witch!

Wolf Spider #1: We have found a witch, might we burn her?

Soldiers: Burn her! Burn!

Recluse: How do you know she is a witch?

Wolf Spider #2: She looks like one.

Recluse: Bring her forward.

Ghost Widow: I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch.

Recluse: But you are dressed as one.

Ghost Widow: They dressed me up like this.

Soldiers: We didn't, we didn't.

Ghost Widow: And this isn't my nose, it's a false one.

Recluse: Well?

Wolf Spider #1: Well, we did do the nose.

Recluse: The nose?

Wolf Spider #1: And the hat -- but she is a witch!

Soldiers: Burn her! A witch! A witch! Burn her!

Recluse: Did you dress her up like this?

Soldiers: No, no... no ... yes. Yes, a bit, a bit.

Wolf Spider #1: She has got a wart.

Recluse: What makes you think she is a witch?

Wolf Spider #3: Well, she turned me into a newt.

Recluse: A newt?

Wolf Spider #3: I got better.

Wolf Spider #2: Burn her anyway!

Soldiers: Burn! Burn her!

Recluse: Quiet, quiet. Quiet! There are ways of telling whether
she is a witch.

Soldiers: Are there? What are they? Tell us, tell us. Do they hurt?

Recluse: Tell me, what do you do with witches?

Wolf Spider #2: Burn!

Soldiers: Burn, burn them up!

Recluse: And what do you burn apart from witches?

Wolf Spider #1: More witches!

Wolf Spider #2: Wood!

Recluse: So, why do witches burn?

[pause]

Wolf Spider #3: B--... 'cause they're made of wood...?

Recluse: Good!

Soldiers: Oh yeah, yeah...

Recluse: So, how do we tell whether she, is made, of wood?

Wolf Spider #1: Build a bridge out of her.

Recluse: Aah, but can you not also build bridges out of stone?

Wolf Spider #2: Oh, yeah.

Recluse: Does wood sink in water?

Wolf Spider #1: No, no.

Wolf Spider #2: It floats! It floats!

Wolf Spider #1: Throw her into the pond!

Soldiers: The pond!

Recluse: What also floats in water?

Wolf Spider #1: Bread!

Wolf Spider #2: Apples!

Wolf Spider #3: Very small rocks!

Wolf Spider #1: Cider!

Wolf Spider #2: Great gravy!

Wolf Spider #1: Cherries!

Wolf Spider #2: Mud!

Wolf Spider #3: Churches -- churches!

Wolf Spider #2: Lead -- lead!

Sirocco: A duck.

Soldiers: Oooh.

Recluse: Exactly! So, logically...,

Wolf Spider #1: If... she.. weighs the same as a duck, she's made of wood.

Recluse: And therefore--?

Wolf Spider #1: A witch!

Soldiers: A witch! A duck! A duck!

[/ QUOTE ]LOL. Best. Movie. EVAR.

Ah, I see. I was thinking they were robots as well. Now I know!

Iron Fist made no movement. His plans were working perfectly. He continued to send the spells drilling into the warrior woman. But what goddess should Fist bestow upon her? Hera? No, already taken by Ms. Liberty. Maybe the Norse goddess of Hunting? Yes, that would befit her perfectly. She is an assassain, a person who works to kill, yet with a purpose. And for that sniveling Silver Skull, who was still a part of the plan, he would give the deadliness of Anubis, for he killed without any means, pretty much only for pleasure... The ramblings of plans continued in Fist's head as he waited for one of the two heroes to respond to him.

((OOC- Billyboy, make sure Vim is ready at a moments notice. I have a plan. I won't say it here, because the heroes might hear it. ))

Wow, very nice. Unfortunately for YOU, now I know every weakness and little detail of him. I'm probably not going to try to kill the Oni-possed man though... Iron Fist has plans. *maniacal laughter*

((OOC- Sorry for being gone so long, I have been pretty busy.))

Iron Fist stood in front of Vim, sending persuasive thoughts into her head. His plan must not fail. She was an intergral part of this plan. If she came, she could have her very own group of trained soldiers to kill things with. She might even get what she's always wanted- Fist's persuasive powers that were drilling into Vim's head were inturruppted by the sounds of explosions, screams, and battle shouts. He turned around in time to grip a charging Longbow by the neck and slam the warrior into the ground.

"It looks like this small escape has turned into a battlefeild." Iron Fist didn't care. He would enjoy this battle, just like he enjoyed his previous ones. It was part of being the Avatar of War. He abandoned Vim and Silver Skull. He had had his revenge with the traitorous fool. Besides, even if he was left here, he would still never be able to escape on his own. Fist's spell made sure of that. And he was pretty sure that the mind powers that he had sent upon Vim would persuade her to follow him into battle. Even if she didn't, he could always try again. There was always another chance.

Fist lept through the wade of Longbow, slamming into them at random. There was only one place he wished to be, and that was the very middle of the battle. He got to a tower and dug his metal fingers into it. He started climbing to the top, blasting an enemy sniper as he did so. When Fist made it to the top, he looked down. There were hundreds of heroes, all of them doing a magnificent job. Until now.

Iron Fist lept down, right into the middle of the opposing force. He crushed a 'Blaster' as he did so, and created a devastating explosion to destroy the part of the heroes that wer closest. He looked from side to side until he saw the two who he wanted to. "Hello Physic, hello Hidden, welcome to your destruction."

"Suit yourself." Iron Fist put down his hand. "But if you work for me, I promise nothing about money. I promise power. I know that you still have not been able to kill the hero known as Billyboy. With the power I offer you, you could destroy him, and many other heroes. But only if you agree."

Iron Fist turned and looked at Killa. "As for you... I do not think that this is the one you are looking for." Fist silently willed his powers to let that sink into the assassain's head. Many things could be accomplished with a small push to the brain. This lowly thug could not inturupt his plans.

lol. Funny. Can't wait for part two. But this is supposed to be lighthearted, right? I never care if there is a Nerf or not. The game stays the same it has always been to me, fun, fun, and more fun.

Iron Fist had hardly let his eyes turn from the powerful skeleton. So the Lich was bound to this floating rock when the alien lifeforms who called themselves 'gods' walked the Earth, eh? Well that's all well and good, but the situation could get extremely unpleasant for Archlich when he tried to destroy the world. Of course, that was not the EXACT wording that was going through Fist's mind, but those words would be cencored so badly it just wouldn't be funny any more.

"Well? Are you going to take on immence power and follow the path of my cause? Or will you reject my proposal and walk away unharmed? It is your choice." Fist looked at Vim without emotion, nothing but an immensely powerful psychic could invade his thoughts.