Ineffable

Poe prepared to unleash the time she-

DJ Zero showed up.

"Right then, that's my que. Good day to you all." Poe said cheerfully.

Poe walked right through the giganormous mob of heroes, his miscelaneous gadgets and traps powering down as he went. The arsonist lifted his blast goggles as he walked away from the group, revealing his sharp blue eyes.

He turned his head as he passed by Breaker's table, and their eyes meet for one moment. If looks could kill, Power Breaker would have left the D in a match-box.

Then his head turned away, and he headed for the villain-side elevator.

Hello all, it is I, Lord Diov, and I am planning on starting another one of my ill-fated RPs. *Rolls eyes* I decided to take (note: steal) a leaf from Burning Brawler's book and before posting the thing, asking everyone is general if they would be interested in joining it if I were to start it.

I can't actually tell you too much about it, for obvious reasons. It involves a mini-war in Boomtown centered around a certain mysterious villain who had kidnapped the City Representative and stolen the *ENTIRE* Malleus Mundi by using the Tears of the Spirit. The general goal is simply to find the villain, recover both the Mundi and the Rep, and beat the holy snot out of said villain. Both heroes and villains are welcome to join, naturally, either to follow the main plot-line of the story, to form completely new ones, or they may just have joined for a different reason altogether. The RP would pretty much be secluded to Boomtown, with the potential for there to be the Sewer Network and Pocket D involved.

Keep in mind, in terms of land-mass, (as in, not including water) Boomtown IS the largest hero zone in the game.

A simple yes or no would be nice, and reasons posted as to why you made that decision would be even better. ^.^

((Nope...I think Grey has dropped, which means I have unfortunately dropped as well. ))

"Either that or we'll catch it by surprise." Said a very dry voice from no particular direction.

Ineffable.

Of course, the imposter automaton had more than enough perception to view its surroundings, and Ineffable was but a brute, not a stalker. While his concealment skills were exceptional, he could not hide from anybody with the proper gear.

Then again, that hardly mattered, because he landed on top of the automaton by falling on it after disolving a hole in the ceiling.

Ineffable was either very very lucky or just had good timing, because he was falling onto the imposter the moment he came out of his teleport. He would not be able to do so again before the leather-wearing monster had crashed into him.

Which Ineffable did.

The brute landed heavilly right on top of the automaton, seeking to drive it straight into the ground. Failing that, simple contact with any portion of the villain's body was extremely hazardous. It was like skinny-dipping into a lava pool. It didn't matter how reinforced the imposter's armor was, nor how thick it was, it disolved just as fast as everything else the villain touched.

((HOLY JESUS [censored]!!!!!

SLOW DOWN PEOPLE!

We need to wait for the OP and Grey to post.

Why? Two simple reasons.

The whole reason Poe even JOINED the OP was to get at Power Breaker. If Grey drops from the RP because its going too fast for him, that means Poe has to drop because his Prey is gone.

So seriously...Slow...Down...))

((I'm going to hold off posting for a while now, to allow Grey and the OP to catch up. It's kinda rude to continue without them considering the OP is the OP and my character can't fight in the thread unless Grey is involved somehow. While we wait, feel free to view Poe's profile here. It lists his in-thread history, powers, personality, appearance, and general facts and data about him. You can also read about a few of his associates and who he works for here. His profile is at the very bottom of the thread, currently.))

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"Oh, yeah I got questions. Namely what is someone as powerful as you doing here asking about 'Breaker...and where can I get a pair of cool shades like that." Jonas smirked at the waiter

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"Powerful...? Hardly...I'm just a waiter. I can take a few more punches then average Joe but really, I'm no more poweful than a normal citi-" Poe started.

Khelly got within his personal space.

His eyes widened just a tad behind his blast goggles. He had seen her draining energy from everything else. With the sheer amount of power radiating off of all of his gadgets, (not to mention his rather impressive personal aura in itself) he must have stood out like a mountain in a plain to her. Infinitely deep pocket pocket dimensions filled with advanced traps would do that to energy detection methods.

It was almost time to panic.

He felt trapped. Powerless. He couldn't attack anybody in here without provoking DJ Zero. At the same time, he couldn't escape these heroes if they blocked off the entrance.

He still had an ace up his sleeve.

Time Shearing.

The same method he had used to COME to this miserable planet to hunt his prey. He could use it to escape, to whenever and where ever.

But...

He would lose his prey.

Not.

Acceptable.

He had NOT spent three and a half years on this miserable planet for nothing.

He carefully considered the options available to him.

A: Continue plan C.

Not viable because of the present situation.

B: Conjure a Time Shear and escape.

Not viable because he'd lose his target.

C: Conjure a Time Shear and drag all of them through it to a place where you arn't held back by a god-like entity...

His eyes locked with Khelly's. They both understood that the game was up. It was time to drop the charade and get serious.

He'd give them a chance. He was very reluctant to do this. Perhaps if he could intimidate them they would just let him go, and the world would be minus one odd waiter while he waited for them to fade into obscurity before striking. If they didn't back off though...

"..." Poe had stopped mid-word.

"Get away from me." He said in a very low and quiet voice.

A low and quiet voice that sounded as malevolent and menacing as the shadow of Oblivion itself rearing over the scene.

"Now..."

If what Khelly had felt before was equal to that of an all-you-can-eat buffet, now it was equal to that of enough food to last her a month. He was reving up for something big...

"They had better be very short ones, or very uncomplicated ones. I'm busy." The man in white had a very angry looking frown on his face, which would have probably looked much more angry had his eyes not been covered by the blast goggles.

"What do you mean?" Poe asked innocently. "He ordered root beer. Last time I checked, root beer was not an alcoholic beverage."

Poe's mind raced furiously. This whole thing was quickly spiraling out of control. There were simply too many people here now, and one of them already displayed means of detecting nanites, so it stood to reason he could also detect powders or gasses. If he continued with the current plan he was doomed to failure.

So it was time to improvise.

Option A: Exploding in a storm of fiery doom, hopefully obliterating all of them, and then vanishing in a puff of poisonous gas just in case any of them survived.

Not viable because the DJ would maul him the moment he exploded.

Option B: Exploding in a storm of non-lethal traps, focusing on restraining or flooring everyone here.

Not viable because while non-lethal traps were nice and good against normal humans, they wern't so good against super-powered entities.

Option C: .....

Poe choose option C, and quietly began heading for the elevator, hoping everybody would be too distracted by the new arrivals to care much about a lowly, (albeit oddly dressed) waiter.

This could still work, potentially. It wouldn't even take much. He just had to be patient and be a bit lucky.

"Ok then...One root beer coming right up." Poe said to Jake.

He turned around, picked out a shiny glass, spun over to the tap for root beer and filled it.

He handed it to Jake.

"Njoi." He said.

Before, Poe hadn't been planning on bothering with all of this. He hadn't expected there to be more than one person around. Now that there was, he'd need to improvse by making sure all of them fell out of the picture.

Starting with Jake, the only one who had asked for a drink.

Poe had slipped some nanites into the drink while it had been pouring, and they had spread throughout the entire thing. They were invisible to the naked eye, naturally, and did not effect the look or taste of the drink at all.

Even ebtter, they were made specifically to not take effect until after the drinker had LEFT Pocket D. Once that happened, the unfortunate in question would be knocked out for several hours.

"So...Has anybody here heard of a certain villain named Power Breaker?" Poe asked in a casual tone.

Poe raised an eyebrow behind his blast goggles.

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"And I am, of course, ignored..."

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"I didn't ignore you, you merely lack patience." He said in the same crackling voice. "What'll it be?"

'Incapatitation by powder, gas, or nanites...?' The Artsonist thought briefly to himself.

He looked down at the dark blot on the ground.

"Ugg, that's filthy! How did THIS get here?"

Poe reached down and picked up thw writhing mass of negative energy as if it was solid.

He started at it intently for a moment.

He shrugged, then shoved the thing down his throat.

Turning back to the others...

"Will you have anything else?" He directed at Briggs.

((Didn't you read his latest profile? He's designed o be self destructive. If you think THIS revenge scenario is big, let me tell you about the time Darkie beat him in a game of Pong...))

((Hmmm.

I think I'll be joining this...

Keep in mind, I'm going to be keeping my posts to a minimum.))

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Husk Corporation Tower, 150th Floor, Dimension of Mists, Ten trillion, five hundred sixty two thousand, twenty one years in the past...

Poe drummed his fingers.

He was seriously and utterly pissed.

Ever since the whole Business with Schayde the Shadow, he'd been in one of his 'moods.' He had ultimately failed to bring about the end of Schayde after a disruption in time literally froze that particular reality and things had to be cleaned up. The Schayde in other time-tracks just failed to piss him off.

No, if there was anybody who had pissed him off, it was the Brutal Warriors, and that blasted Brute, Power Breaker.

He was up next on Poe's 'people to kill for no particular reason other than self satisfaction.'

Unfortunately, after the said Brute had fought long and hard in the Rikit War-Zone and been just about vindicated, finding a good way to get at the brute without bringing down a truckload of heroes on his head had so far proven difficult. Poe normally would have settled for just blowing up Power Breaker's particular version of Earth. Maybe the galaxy or perhaps the entire universe, just to prove a point, but the Lord and Master and his high-and-mighty hat had been somewhat touchy as of late when it came to giving the Husk Lords access to super-weapons capable of anything more destructive than blowing up a continent.

Which meant without using any Husks, without using doomsday weaponry, and without using overly excessive force, Poe had to come up with a plan to get at Power Breaker that could satisfy his burning desire for revenge and also satisfy his need to not get his skull imploded. Again.

What were his assets? Well, aside from being able to throw, breath, explode in storms of, and armor himself with fire, (as well as being completely immune to it) a series of bottomless pocket pocket dimensions filled with a never-ending sea of technomantic traps, and several powerful people who owed him a few favors, he had the luxery of being able to go absolutely anywhere he wanted, at absolutely any time. That was a perk he was willing to use.

The Lord was VERY insistent that the Husk Lords never manipulate time or travel through it on any version of Terra, mainly because if they did, they risked obliterating one of the three, and then the Lord would NOT be ammused to learn he'd have to spend another time-span (from the begining of time to the end of it) Searching for the right reality where it would show up again.

But screw the rules, Poe was going to twist and bend them all out of shape, just because he could. He was Lord Poe of Husk Corporation. The Atomic Pyromaniac God of Fiery Freaking Doom. He was pissed, and hell hath no fury like a pissed off Arsonist.

He still couldn't see a good enough vantage point to assault to infuriating brute though.

So, he did some travel. Through Time. He went to Earth and silently watched and observed, restraining himself from striking.

Poe was on Earth for three and a half years before seeing the perfect opprotunity.

He had a plan. A big one. He was going to crush Power Breaker and cast everything and everyone near him into fine and pure oblivion. He would not be denied. Oh no. Not this time.

This time, Poe was playing for keeps, and he'd be damned if he failed. Literally and metaphorically.

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Terra, present day, Steel Canyon, Unknown Place...

Poe was ready.

He gathered the last of the tools he would need, and readied them. He put on the proper decor for the occasion. He triple checked his gear and supplies, and he quintruple checked the chrono-meter to make sure everything was running according to schedule.

Poe stepped into the elevator, and was soon on street level. After checking to make sure nobody was outside who would notice the entrance sliding aside, Poe pushed a button, and the wall leading into his little hide-away slid open a meter, letting him out. It snapped shut behind him, becoming completely indistinguishable from the area around it and invisible even to the passerby of trained eye.

Poe vanished into thin air and headed for Pocket D.

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Poe stepped into the inter-dimensional club. This was the most dangerous part of the operation right here. DJ Zero was a god in here. Poe had to count on the fact that the good DJ would honor his agreement, and stay out of Husk Corporation Business. But he was still an insanely dangerous wild-card in this game.

Still, Poe did not plan on fighting anybody here. So *TECHNICALLY* he was not going to be breaking any club rules with what he planned to do.

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Poe watched, invisible thanks to his cloaking device, from afar. The waiter served coffee and soda to his target plus one hero, and then headed off.

Right in Poe's general direction.

After rounding the corner that led to the storage room door, he felt something invisible lightly brush against his lips, some invisible thing...

He fell over barfing and choking on the gass from the specially prepared gas-trap Poe had prepared. Made with a distinctive mixture of special chemicals to render it invisible to the naked eye yet still potent enough to knock out an elephant.

Poe carefully placed the now-unconcious, (but unharmed) waiter into the storage room, locking the door from the outside and tossing the keys down a nearby drain. Not that it was NECCESSARY. The waiter would be out for at least a week thanks to the gas. It was a needed precaution, however.

The DJ hadn't pounced on him. So far so good.

Poe clipped his own I.D. onto the front of his vest. The beauty of the thing was it wasn't fake. It was a 100% authentic Pocket D employee I.D. You had to love Husk Corporation business, it could get you absolutely anything.

He advanced, marking his prey.

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"May I get you anything else?" Asked a voice that seemed to crackle like sparks.

A strange looking man looked at the bar's occupants behind his red tinted blast goggles.

"The name is Poe, I'm a new waiter here."

I incapacitate you, drag both you and hero into a cold, dark room filled with sharp things, and do what comes naturally.

Two minutes ago

Ineffable had blinked as the explosion had begun to wash over him and was then redirected to the corner harmlessly.

"So much for that..." He muttered, shortly before vanishing into thin air.

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Ineffable faded into view.

He raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched all hell break loose.

This could have been the perfect opprotunity to knock Lady Grey on her [censored] and teach her exactly why most people thought she had a 'Pretty Little Head.' Her personal history may have lauded over how intensely powerful and ancient and infinitely wise she was, but really, she was all bark and no bite.

Then again, he doubted anybody would actually believe him if he actually stated he had thought she was an automaton. Things never worked out that well when that route was taken.

Attacking the automaton was fine, as far as he was concerned. It might have had a very cleverly set-up exterior, but Ineffable did not take to identifying people by their outward appearance. It seemed Grey had it handled though. While Ineffable doubted he could do much damage to the imposter alone, the same also replied in reverse.

Attacking Nemesis himself was out of the question, especially with that personal force field. Ineffable completely wrecked every bit of matter he touched, when not concentrating, but force fields always gave him trouble because they kept regenerating themselves continually with pulsing waves. As long as Nemesis was wrapped up in that, Ineffable couldn't touch him.

The leather-wearing villain matched the fight musingly for a while, then vanished into thin air once more.

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Want me to check it out, or should I simply cover you?" A voice echoed very quietly near small toy.

Ineffable gave a tiny invisible wave to the bot.

How had he gone from the battle further off to this spot so quickly?

The Dentention field gave way with a small pop. Fortunately, the radiation, rockets, and force bolts had also stopped screaming about everywhere.

The Warhorse had not done well for itself, so to speak. It looked like it had been mauled by professional car-strippers from New York. Like something had gone medieval on it, BIG TIME. Most of its armor had been completely stripped away, and what was left looked like charcoal.

The horse gave a gigantic screech as metal ground in what was left of its weapons systems, and...

No less than THREE of the huge radiation cannons popped out from its wrecked chasis and powe-

Ineffable calmly reappeared from thin air and stuck his hand into the Horse, rummaged around a little, and finally yanked out something that looked moderately important, which melted in his hand.

The Warhorse fell over with a loud thud.

"Hmmm." Ineffable pondered.

There was a beeping noise.

Clearly visible within the Warhorse's chasis was a little round redish sphere that had a timer on it, which read...

00:00:01

"Ah..." Ineffable began, taking half a step back, knowing perfectly well he'd never clear the blast radius in time.

Considering how much energy the Warhorse radiated, it was pretty obvious what was about to go down.

The Warhorse went absolutely [censored].

If Toy Dispenser's energy readings had almost overloaded before, now they WERE overloading.

With a series of resounding cracks, Grey, Brino, and Penny were all tossed away from the Warhorse like dolls. Grey might have been surprised that his rooted feet did zero to save him, Penny probably equally surprised that her magnetic suit was overcome by whatever had done it.

The cause of the flinging faded away-some kind of yellowish wave of force-revealing the Warhorse/

The entire right half of the Warhorse's face was missing, revealing the mostly hollow innards. Most of it was just weaponry with a few steam-powered gear here and there. The hole that Penny's robots had burned through it suddenly glew with sparks and fire, as if the insides of the machine were burning. A torrent of steam emitted from its tail, and everywhere else on its body.

Not even pausing after flinging away its various attacks, the Warhourse's chest suddenly split and another weapon revealed itself.

It looked a great deal like a sapper rifle that glowed green...

Any greiger counters nearby would have suddenly gone into a frenzy.

And with a snap, a roaring beam of solid green corruptive radiation blazed forth, with all the power of an atomic bomb exploding. Missiles roared, flames spewed, force bolts fired, and a gigantic wave of radiation lurched forward like an all-consuming wave.

Unfortunately for all those who had taken refuge in the rather large collection of shields, they would find themselves somewhat...devestated by the radiation wave. The attributes of most radiation attacks had a habit of slipping through defenses naturally, and this giant wave was no exception. Indeed, it seemed even MORE likely to break through their defenses merely because there was so much of it.

Ineffable landed on the ground, which was reduced to fine powder that swarmed up into the air as he landed. It was a miracle he had missed Solid Shot, who must have been lost in the confusion and chaos somewhere...

He lurched out of the newly formed hole in the ground before it grew any deeper, took a single look at the advancing wave of missles, fire, force bolts, and radiation, and then he looked down to his feet.

The cracks that had been forming stopped growing.

He calmly took the time to smooth back his hair gently, wiped the dust off his leather coat, and checked his nails carefully.

A rocket hit him directly in the face.

When the smoke faded, Ineffable was still standing with not even a scratch, carefully rebukling a loose strap on his leather suit beneath his jacket.

Then, he marched forward.

He walked right past the defenses conjured by his various allies, past the huge swarm of rockets, past the force bolts, and calmly advanced towards the wave of radiation bearing down on all of them. On the way, an additional three rockets hit him, along with no less than fourty six force bolts, and at least sixteen streams of fire must have washed over him.

His hair wasn't even out of place.

Ineffable and the wave of radiation closed distance insanely fast, but Ineffable didn't break stride, walking forward like someone who would walk down the road on a sunny day...

He was swallowed by the wave of radiation. He vanished, presumably consumed by the immense amount and power of the roiling radiation, while it advanced all the more rapidly on everyone else.

The Nemesis chasis smacked into the Warhorse's head, and bounced off harmlessly. Grey's and Cher'tak's one two-combo did indeed knock it slightly off balance, but the main atatcks themselves didn't seem toeven dent the armor. It was obviously strongly reinforced.

Then the Warhorse did something unexpected.

It CHARGED.

It's rear jets flamed even more brightly, rotated to point backwards, and it rushed forward like a N1 formula racer.

It crashed right into Grey, possibly knocking him aside or just causing him to latch onto its neck, bowled right past Cher'tak and the other tanker, and headed straight for Toy Dispenser and Solid Shot.

It powered up its weapons again and let loose a hgue volley mid-charge, screaming forward and unleashing a wide spread of utter destruction.

Plasma-hot flames spewed forth, rockets swirled and blared, the chain gun spat out hundreds upon hundreds of force-bolts almost in the blink of an eye, and the sharp battering-ram styled front bore down directly on Combat Toy, seeking to crush him from the impact.

Also, its front jets had changed color. They were belching greenish-yellow smoke. Nemesis Gas! The Warhorse was leaving a trail of Nemesis gas in its wake.

Ineffable reappeared.

He charged after the Warhorse, moving at about the same speed, quickly catching up with it easilly even though it moved at an insane speed already. He blew right through the Nemesis gas, seeming to completely ignore it.

The ground shattered whenever he put a foot on the floor.

He leapt, aiming to land on the Warhorse's seat and start to destabalize it. Unfortunately, at the curse it was making, he was going to land right on Solid Shot. The villain tried to twist his body to the side to avoid colliding with and therefore unintentionally disolving his own ally, but unless Solid shot also moved in time, collision was imminent.

And all that time, rockets, flames, gas, and force bolts were everywhere...

They didn't need to have bothered opening the door, is suddenly collapsed on top of them and its occupant rushed through.

A Nemesis Warhorse charged into the corridor, barreling right over the two tankers, incinerating jets of plasma-hot fire rushing over them in the processing, which also slagged the door in a heart-beat and turned it into molten metal, that was conveniently over THEM.

Anybody who had any energy tracking/tracing/detection/sensing devices nearby would have noticed that said devices had either shattered or exploded.

The Warhorse did not pause to ponder the destruction it caused, it let loose.

Its bronze mouth slid aside and out came what looked like a chain gun. It's purpose wasn't far from one anyway. The gun fired a force bolt at Small Toy, his cloaking methods apparently useless against the Warhorse.

And then another force bolt.

And another...

And another...

And another...

It was a force bolt chain gun, essentially, firing dozen of force bolts a second at its target.

The Horse didn't stop there though. The panels covering its eyes slid aside, revealing an odd series of tubing, with there being four main barrels and four secondary and smaller barrels hocked on between the meeting joints of the other four.

No less than eight rockets streamed out, seeking a target somewhere to pulverize.

The eight secondary barrels let loose a continuous stream of BLUE fire, hot as plasma and spewing everywhere...

Something was very wrong here.

The blowing noise was getting louder.

And it was VERY loud now.

Ineffable suddenly looked very stressed. The ground beneath his feet began to crack.

"I am what I am." He said in response. "And THAT is an enemy, and its right around the corner."

He gave an odd shiver and vanished into thin air again.

((Leering. ))

Ineffable thumbed over his shoulder.

"Incoming. I'm not too sure what it is. Only that its either a moderately large force or a very very large thing. Energy readings were so high they almost made me lose concentration in my feet entirely, and I still left plenty of smoldering foot-prints along the way."

Indeed, it was possible to see a trail of black, smoldering foot-prints behind Ineffable trailing down the corridor and around a turn. Just how fast was the leather-wearing villain anyway? One moment he had been talking to Grey and the next he was in his face giving an incoming warning.

Although it was fairly easy to tell he wasn't lying. There was a very soft blowing noise, like steam, and it kept getting slowly louder...

And saw Ineffable's face leering at his.

"We have a problem." He said. "Something's wrong..."

(Oh, and Grey, I'm fairly sure that's actually Arch-Lich, not Blightlord. )

"What do you think I am, a stalker?" Ineffable's voice drifted from everywhere.

"Some of us here just like the idea of being invisible. Regardless, I'll keep a close eye on our general surroundings. I'll give you a heads-up if I see anything coming.

"I'll be about." Ineffable said simply.

He faded into thin air once more.