Ineffable

Egarim rolled his eyes.

He hated dealing with idiots.

Still, the barrier would keep the Brutal Warriors from entering the room. Draeko had just done him a small favor.

So Egarim decided to knock Schayde out while still phase shifted, and then show Draeko WHY you did not mess with pissed off technomantic figments.

Egarim gave Schayde a solid hit to the top of her head, hoping to knock her out...

Egarim smirked.

"So long, little dog."

Shayde felt herself become intangible.

Apparently, two intangible objects counted as solids to each other. Egarim started dragging Schayde over to the nearest wall...

Can anyone tell me what you're using to make these cards? Or better yet, point me to that source?

I'll bite.

And yes, I know, he doesn't belong to an NPC group, but currently there really isn't anywhere else to put it. >.>

My next one will be an NPC. honest!

As you all know, Lord Diov has successfully made husk clones of himself several times. His first experiments were not as common, and nowhere near as successful however. So on his sixth cloning attempt, he got, what the husk clones of the husks lords mocking called...

DROLL VOID!

That's right. The name says it all. He is a boring and bland moron. (And it also happens to be Lord Diov spelled backwards. SHADUP!)

AT: Tanker. (The opposite of a mastermind.)
Height: 10' 0
Age: 1
Hair: None
Eyes: N/A
Notable Features: Wears the inverse versions of Diov's clothing. Instead of a hat and monocles, he wears a plain face-helmet. Instead of a large coat with a few dozen pockets, he wears sleeveless vest. His skin is white, and is Insectoid as opposed to chintonous. Wears jeans instead of khaks. Diov's main color, black, and his secondary color, blood red, have both naturally been reversed, and instead of tribal runes we now have computer coding. 01110010110.......

Biography: Droll Void was Lord Diov's sixth husk clone of himself. It was a complete and total catastrophe. Normally when complete catastrophes occur in cloning situations, the clone is an evil version of said original. But Diov, who was somewhat incompatible with this scenario, (He is not inheritly evil, he just gets REEEEEEALLY bored sometimes.) So instead the process created an inverse version of himself. (Again, as Diov is not inheritly evil, the clone is not inheritly good. It just gets REEEEEELLY excited sometimes...) The clone in itself is a complete and total idiot with an I.Q. below 45. Also, as Diov is a collection of amassed Flux, Droll Void is a solid mass of matter, making him very tough and tank-like. He was named Droll Void by a few joking husk operators, and the name suits him well. He really is droll and his head is filled with a void where his brain should be.

Five nano-seconds later he was vaporized, but it was a pretty good joke when he was still around...

*Scribbles furiously on clipboard*

((I'm not allowed to tell you what Charles is doing. Want to find out? Go into the central tower.))

SOOOOOOOOOVIIIIIIIIET!

Get in here! Now!

And bring Prikker and Snikker.

Excelent writing Libris. I think the only other person who can even match you is Samual. Unfortunately, it's been a while since he's posted here...

((Diov leaps out and smacks Darkie over the head with his scyth.

"No, ME!"))

((A figure plots in the darkness, watching from behind red-tinted monocles.))

The Lord of Rags didn't make any attempts at moving within seven feet of Chertak. He did, however, keep following him persistantly no matter where he went.

What did the Rag Man want?

((The LoRs is waiting on Cherak, Prodiguy is waiting on BB, Davian and Vern are waiting on each other, and Marcus...is...uh...well...

SHOOP DE WOOP.))

Wow.

Just Wow.

.....

Amazing.

Lord Diov has spoken.

56: You kill villains by shooting at them, throwing huge balls of fire at them, freezing them with sub-zero ice blocks, draining their souls, irridating them, zapping them with over 10,000 volts of electricity, smashing them with [censored] big rocks, slicing at them with swords, bashing them with various mideval weapons, blowing them away with landmines, and punching them with enough force to shatter their skulls.

Did I say 'kill?' I meant 'ARREST!'

Chertak suddenly heard muted footsteps directly behind him. They walked when he walked, ran when he ran, and stopped when he stopped.

((falls over choking on bile rising from the throat at the matrix joke))

The shoes could use some work and I'd bet if you had tried some more you could have added some sheen to her...But this is good.

Xabu laughed softly.

"Think carefully about what you just said. Made of electricity."

He paused to let that sink in.

"In addition to any normal powers you might have through mutations and magical artifacts, they also have a wide array of electrical manipulatives. They absorb energy to become stronger and they can fly. They also have personalities of the copied entity."

His voice sounded proud this time as he said all of that.

"So even someone as...erm...frail as a Paragon Citizen would be mildly dangerous. Observe."

The Carbon Spark Drone shot a beam of electrical energy at a nearby wall. Being imbued by Xabu's power, the field deflected the beam...

Right back into the Carbon Spark Drone. It paused for a moment...

Then grew taller by a few inches. It then hovered around the cieling.

"And that's only one of your lesser drones. Do you have anything, say...Bigger?"

Xabu would have raised an eyebrow if he had any.

"A little on edge huh...?"

The spark hit the drone.

A moment passed.

The spark lept back out of the drone and hit the ground. It sat there for a while.

Then it expanded. Soon, there was a puddle of static on the floor. From the static, a figure began to rise.

A perfect carbon copy of the drone now stood before shimmer. It was made entirely of glistening red energy. It flickered for a moment, and a slight static haze eminated from it, projecting a transparent and visually colored 'skin' of sorts. Itg now almost looked exactly like the drone on Shimmer, with the exception that the outer skin kept fading in and out to reveal the energy that composed the being before hiding it again behind a static visual effect.

"It was a Carbon Spark." Xabu explained. "Copies the electrical signatures of the target and re-creates it."

The Carbon Spark Drone saluted Shimmer, and then began to dance.

Xabu leaned against a nearby wall.

"I was planning on copying you a few dozen times and sending them all through a pod or something to wreck havoc and destruction and et cetera, et cetera. I can't copy myself, you see. Unless you had anything else in mind?"

Lord Xabu*

((I finally changed H'taed's name to Lord Xabu. I got sick and tired of people mocking his name.))

Lord Xabu thought in the darkness of shimmer's tower. One focused thought.

'I'm an idiot.'

-----

Lord Xabu came back up into Shimmer's offic in a burst of static.

"Yo, Shimmer. Do you have any escape pods or something identical to that? I got an idea. Here, catch."

He snapped his fingers, and a tiny spark no bigger then a pea lazily floated across the room towards Shimmer.

((*Grabs popcorn*

YAY!

*Munch Munch Munch*

*Poors popcorn into hat for later*))

((Runs out of Popcorn.

WELL?!?!?))

((Sits back with popcorn))

Nah. He's the incarnation of corporate greed, fused with repetitiveness and lameness.

((The Lord of Rags peeps out from the bottom of the swamp.

Hopes nobody sees him, and sinks back down to continue his vague and completely pointless plan.))