CrimsonOmen

((>_> Oops. I didn't realize I was waiting for the description, Grey. Meep. Um, sorry, man.))

Max shrugged at the scene. "Well, boys We following the Mercs who don't want help, or jump into a fray we have no idea who's the evil @#@whole this time is? I, personally, just wanna go home." the elder biker regarded his crew.

"Well, I like a fight as much as the next guy, but, I ain't gotta clue what's goin on out there. So, We should prolly follow those two knuckleheads" Axel said, strecthing as he stood.

"I agree, mon." Syxx piped up. He walked closer to the area the others had taken Griffin.

"Well, ese, whatever you guys want. I'm down" Eddie the Blade responded. Timmy next him, strangley, just pointed out the window, nodding and giving Max a thumbs up. Seems he wanted to fight.

Bear hadn't respnded to the question and instead was gazing out the window, looking at the warzone. "Run. Now. Towards Griffin." The large man said suddnely, charging towards the bird man. The crew followed , a mixture of confusion and worry across their face.

Standing near the woman, the crew watched how, what seemed like the world, went up in fire. "Holy @!#. What was that?!"

Sam shook his head at Akemi "Well, it does seem strange that someone named Nemesis is looking for somone that is an inventor. However, you know the story better than us, apparently." The former teacher regarded the machine. His bat was still held firmly held in his hands.

Stahlhund had kept up with Doctor Lore as best he could. He was right next to her when her suggestion was wrought. "Hm. Very good, Doctor. I shall do that." The german machine said.

He headed towards the headquarters. The machine placed a hand against the door and a small beep sounded, the doors hissing open. His steps were even and confident as he strode through the head quarters. The stalker saw empty offices and lonely hallways. Other minute beeps were heard.

"Hm. No life signs. Very Odd. Is this some sort of automated office? Everything looks clean and kept up. Hm" the stalker said to himself. The machine switched to the same frequency that Doctor Lore or Rose would have been using.

"Doctor, I see no one here. It's quite odd. The place looks like it was well kept. No dirt, or dust. I am not even sensing the signs of vermin. Everything is neat. I do not like it. I am moving towards the front doors. Stahlhund out" the red machine said. His sword quietly slid out of his wrist as he made his way towards his entrance.

"Doctor, I will accompany you, if you do not mind." The machine said, the accent thick. He made a bowing motion towards the direction of the train. "After you"

Khell! Shaddup! If you give the ending away so help me!

And Kyo..

Give me MOAR NAO!! :P

"I agree with Rose. If Synapse were to find us, it would be most unpleasent. I'd rather us just sneak in, get the informaton and then head back." The german machine responded, his voice the same near emotionless tone as always. The red stalker faded from view, engaging his cloaking device.

"Hey, there lady. You all right?" the elder biker said. There was sinercerity in his voice.His crew had their hands on their guns, ready for an attack. Max's eyebrows perked as the two mercs ushered Griffin out of the store. He merely shrugged his shoulders and put his attention back towards the woman.

Sam had watched the whole scene quietly. After a few minutes after the welding began, he pulled Akemi aside. "Hey, if your having trouble with Nemesis, I suggest you take him more seriously. He might be insane or a genius the likes we have never known. And if this Professor Winthrop is a target, you should try to help him out, however you can. Specially, if he's an inventor." he said in a hush manner. He wasn't trying to scare the younger girl, or anything. He had his own run ins with the Prussian Prince..

Stahlhund merely was cloaked. He was aware of heroes and such with the abilty to see through it. However, they wouldn't know him or anything. He was strictly Rouge Isles.

"Hm.Interesting choice, Rose. I doubt we'd all fit in a cab. We will most likely have to risk the train." the gruff german machine spoke, matter-of-factly...

((Wait. Huh? I got lost again.....What happened and why is Rebel waiting on me? Stupid work and stupid sleep keeping me awy..))

Sam reconginzed the guy, instantly, before he even said anything. He moved before Mrs. Troy did, his bat connecting off the man's skull with a very sastifying crack. "Hey, if you can hear me, I told you to get away from my house, nut job. I 'don't take kindly to intruders....specially ones who spout nonsense about Nemesis.."

((Very tired, lat night post, deal with it :P))

((Meh. I like it better, I think. Like I said. Screw it. On with the story!! :P))

((Ah screw it. Who cares. On with the story!!))

I have plenty of insired characters. Though, like many have said, I like a specific part of the characters. Example, my AR/Dark Corr. Johnny Grim was concieved after I saw the movie Hitman. The biggest catch? His overall lack of emotions. Johnny hits that hard. I also love the whole Black Suit thing.

I have a couple inspired in game. Wyld Pyre was an Outcast who, after a violent falling out with the group, has wound up a registered hero. Crater Fist is an Outcast as well. He and Wyld have quite the history together.

I love shapeshifters and couldn't pin down something that would stick. Till I saw Rorsach (sp?) from Watchmen. I lost the hat and tranchcoat and went with the whole camo white and black. That made The Scheiber, my DM/Regen Scrapper on Pinnacle. Other just, you know...Poof into my mind

(Uh...guys? I meant, Stahlhund and Dynamo were the only ones who could hear it. He didn't say that out loud)

((How about someone just yoink the guy into Sam's house? I have no reason WHY they would, but you guys could think of something :P))

A beeping noise that Stahlhund heard within his helmet alerted him to a repied message. It wasn't his however. It was Dynamo Rose's. He switched to a private channel that only Dynamo and himself would hear.

"So, we go to Paragon? The City of Heroes? I will not be requiring a disguise. I have plans for such an occasion." the german stalker said, a strange grin could be heard upon his voice.

((Noooooooooooooooooo! ))

Okay, I can't find it...

Stahlhund de-cloaked in the postion he cloaked in. Hands behind his back, looking at no one, and very much loke a soldier. His voice said the same thing, human like but somehow cold and devoid of emotion. "Doctor, I may respect your intellingence but you should refrain from name calling. I am not a computer. I do not compute things. I am a tool for war and death. I make a strategy to defeat my opponet and not much else. I must suspect for I have not the luxury of backup or magic or such. " He then turned to Rose.

"I must agree. I no longer suspect Harbinger of this deed now. I also cannot believe that they have bullets capable of taking powers away. Now, where do we start our search?" The accented machine spoke.

"Okay, before you guys jump to another extreme, I really don't think the griffin wants to go back. I ain't forcing, though I do wanna go back home. Boys." the older man spoke, his men turning to face him as he stood. "Here's an idea. Anyway we could, you know, fake em out? Take the cahs and goods, find a way home and get Griffin outta this dump?" The biker said standing while crossing his arms.

"Calm yourself, Demon. I was not present at the hostile event you were. As for your rifle wound, I have teamed and fought against people willing to rip their own brother's heart out if they could have what they wanted. I do not know you. I must have suspicion. I have suspected everyone in this room. I also believe that they have either done the same or are trusting enough not to. A cover story yo say? Odd. If I was shooting people then I'd either have the..hm...how do you say..um..Scrapegoat?...have a rifle or they were perhaps planning on burning the bodies." The german stalker rattled off, trying to cool the demon off and find answers. He has ben wondering this whole time just why and how they figured that the demon might be killed by these bullets.

Sam instinctly grabbed a bat that had been laying beside the chair, more than a little concealed. He almost grunted in relief when he saw the Peacebringer open the door, but did nto lay the bat down.

Stahlhund was listening to the conversation and was a bit taken aback at the young kid in the group. Then the one called Harbinger Demon intrigued him. The so-called "victim"

"So, Harbinger, do you have any theories of why you were in this matter at all?" The german stalker said, still in place with his hands behind his back, the only indication of where the voice had come from was him looking at the large demon.