Ineffable

The bar-tender suddenly frowned, and said something in the distance. Poe also frowned and leaned in closer. Sudddenly, there was what looked like a full-ended double rant going on.

Until Poe leapt over the bar and beat the man in the face, then quickly shoving him into a nearby cabinet and putting a large barrel in front of the door. He then start to gather up several empty glass bottles and filling them with pure 100% alcohol from a tap beneath the bar. Once that was finished, he stole several rags from nearby tables and started sticking them into the bottles...

Poe raised an eyebrow.

"This canister here could cause an entire army to wet its pants. But I suppose yours might still be useful...Especially if I set them both off at once. That would be amusing."

He grabbed Rulaag's canister.

"I'll be right back, I need to procure that alcohol..."

He left the platform, and entered the hero-side elevator. He started chatting with the bar-tender.

?

The Lord's name in vain eh?

Here's something that'll give you a kick.

Power Corrupts.

Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely.

Through that logic, GOD, (I'll say it again. GOD. GODGODGOD. G.O.D. GOD.) is the most corrupt being in existance. Chew on that!

Erm...

That was a tad off topic. One question I have is will inventions have any influence on SIG attacks if they ever come out?

Poe rolled his eyes at Ozell's question.

"No need for that, I have a canister right here." He said, pulling out a little silver marble the size of a pea.

Then he looked at Rulaag.

"You, I've never seen or heard of before. If you know about Diov though, I guess that means you've met him at least."

*BZZZZZZT*

The bracers had been a bit of a mistake.

H'taed's conductive form was only lacking one thing that did not allow it to move easily through the air: A conductive material.

The bracers, however...

Arcs and streams of malevolent red electrical energy poured from the ceiling, walls, and floor, and all homed in on the bracers. H'taed was not actually in physical form, so the Telekineses couldn't get him, and while DAONRI probably could stop a few dozen or so of the arcs with her field, there were too many all together, (with more erupting every second) to effectively and entirely protect herself.

Poe regarded Rulaag.

"Sorry, I don't believe we have met before. You are...?

I don't know. Considering that Malta Gunslinger's NORMAL attacks have longer range then OUR snipe attacks, I'm betting it's safe to say there are some pistol snipers out there.

And havn't you ever played Halo 1? The Magnum is a sniper machine with its built in scope.

A bolt of lightning suddenly streaked up through the sky...

The entire tower shook.

"DIE." Rang a voice from everywhere.

Red electricity started to conduct on the floor, ceiling, and walls, and tendrils of electricity started to squirm forth, reaching for the empty air in the room, trying to fill the entire space.

Lord H'taed was conducting himself in pure energy form throughout the structure. The Assault bot Shimmer had just summoned seemed unharmed by the new electrical current.

"Yea. I know what you mean." Poe said, struggling NOT to follow Ozell's pointed gaze.

"Hey, you know, if you're looking for extra pocket change, I could cut you in on some Husk Corp. stock. Normally, a single share costs you your soul all four of your limbs, (usually more) your right eye, your liver, your appendex, your spinal cord, your dignity, your self of steam, half of your overall intelligence, and eternal slavery from all your offspring and their offspring. Oh, and we'd need to peel your flesh off." He said.

"But as one of the six husk lords, I can get you a direct share free of charge, and investment usually sees an anual return of 100,000,000,000,000% the return rate. So if you invested...What, ten dollars...You'd get..." He whistled to signify his point.

"But, uh, I'd need a tiny favor first. It involves alchohol, the speaker system, and a canister of hallucinogenic gas. Interested?"

[ QUOTE ]
"Mr. Poe! H-Hey there!"

[/ QUOTE ]

Lord Poe's ears perked at the sound of a voice he thought he had heard before. He slowly turned around and cooly regarded Ozell.

"Oh. You. Hey to you too."

[ QUOTE ]
"H-How are you today? ...And where's Mr. Diov and everyone else?"

[/ QUOTE ]

Poe sniffed at that. "Diov is still at Husk Corporation Tower. The others are visiting their own timetracks for Valentines Day. However, considering that it is impossible to take three steps in my home dimension without being targeted for an air strike, I chose to come HERE." He sweept his arms to his sides. He purposefully ignored Ozell's first question.

[ QUOTE ]
"...I like the music they're playing right now."

[/ QUOTE ]

Poe smirked a little at that, but decided not to comment.

"How are things back at Equinox Labs?" He asked casually.

Poe finally wandered over to an entrance to Pocket D.

The Succubus at the front door frowned at his approach and stopped him.

"Oh HELL no you Don't. I saw what you did to that poor door attendant! Leave your weapons here!" Poe rolled his eyes, and proceeded to rid his form of all malevolent devices.

Five flamethrowers, sixteen gas canisters, two hundred packets of powdered essence, twenty two gas mines, five hundred forty two landmines, (Poe had finally been forced to hand over the pocket dimension filled with the mines is his pocket over) three combat knives, twelve phosphorus grenades, forty six sticks of dynamite...

*Quite some time later*

...and finally, his stealth generator later, the assistant Succubus, (the first one had drowned in his mountain of weaponry) reluctantly admited him into the elevator.

Five minutes later, Poe was leaning on a railing on the center platform, wistfully staring out the see-through wall. He looked down, and saw several people dancing together.

He began to snarl.

It turned into a sigh.

He gloomily predicted what the rest of his day off would be like. He'd probably stand around here for a few hours being miserable, get drunk at the bar, watch the Rikti Monkey fights for a while, scorch his name into a wall somehwere with the lighter he had managed to sneak in, force open the door into the Ski Challete, and because it wouldn't be there, he would sky-dive into oblivion for the rest of the day until he was auto-matically rifted back to the Husk Corporation tower.

'Way to spend Valentines day...' He thought.

He glanced down the railing, and saw a couple making out. He took the oprotunity to spit.

"EWWW!" Poe quickly made himself scare from that particular side of the platform, headed to the other side, and leaned against that railing. He watched the gas jets outside the windows, which made him feel a little better. But they wern't buring anything, so it was a temporary relief at best.

Finally, he could stand it no longer.

He was going crazy. It was driving him insane.

He would crack if it went on for a moment longer.

It was DEVOURING HIS SOUL.

He lept off the rail, and kicked the speaker-phone operator in the head, knocking him underneath one of the ramps without being scene. He then changed the freaking music to something else.

That done, he went back to his position on the rail. He glared down at the couples on the dance floor. The very action hurt him, but he couldn't look away.

"If only...If only..." He muttered.

Well, Lord Tribal has a sniper pistol. What makes it a sniper weapon is that it has an atachable/detachable scope, and has two settings. "Pistol Fire/Sniping Fire." This way, he can go between close and long range combat whenever he needs.

GUYS! AMAZING NEWS!

THE.

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ENTIRE.

THREAD.

How do I know?

Because they deleted my post at the very end about the blatant shameless bump.

WE HAVE BROKEN THROUGH!

Finnally, this means that Sig powers...The idea is at least OUT THERE now.

And the list is good...But my problem with it is that we don't really know how the points could be spent in the range/radius area. I doubt that if the idea is implemented, it would actually work that way. I'd think that they would either give us a choice for PBAoE or cone or single target, and give us a cost for those accordingly.

Poe stormed into the nearest cafe. He marched right up to the counter, (cutting everyone else in line) and was met with several grumbles and protests, until everyone noticed the various weapons and pryo-tech he had. That shut them up real good.

"Give me something. ANYTHING. As hot as you can possibly make it." He snapped to the register. The poor girl hesitated, and nearly fainted after catching a look of pure murder from beneath Poe's goggles. She dashed away to the coffee machine.

Five minutes later, she came back with a very large tub of coffee. The air above it appeared to literally have its own atmosphere, the moisture and steam from the bubbling and boiling coffee hot enough to incinerate a tank.

Poe handed the register a twenty, took the tub in both hands...

And chugged the entire thing in five seconds. He tossed the tub across the room into the nearest trashcan.

"Don't you have anything hotter?" He asked.

Most of the customers decided to leave about then.

-----

A few dozen minutes later, Poe left the mostly scorched remains of the cafe. He had kept ordering hotter and hotter drinks, until they had decided to give him something COLD without telling him. He stormed down the street, generally lowering the property value of the place and lowering the tone with the metaphorical cloud of gloom and doom above his head.

Then he made the mistake of walking into a local park.

Bad move.

He saw no less then fifteen couples walking around holding hands, sitting down on benches, making out in bushes...

He gritted his teeth. 'Self control, self control, self control.....'

He heard a moan of pleasure.

He snapped.

Lord Poe faded from view as he activated his stealth generator.

-----

Several minutes later.....

-----

Another couple decided to sit on a bench...

When they did, it exploded beneath them, and carried their sorry selves into oblivion.

A few others pairs, seeking a bit more excitement, wandered into clumps of bushes, and immediately ran back out again, barfing, puking, and some even growing boils by the second.

Lord Poe faded back into view, with a small smile on his face as he exited the park.

Then then he saw the ten dozen other couples on the street. Anger consumed him for a moment...

Then was replaced the empty feeling he had felt before. He sighed, and walked down the street again, shoulder's slumped and a gaunt look on his face.

He was hopelessly rebelling and fighting a situation he had no control over, and Diov's words kept coming back to him. "There is no love for we who are immortal." Poe finally began to understand. He himself had become ageless as part of his incentive to join Husk Corporation. He had only pursued a relationship ONCE before, but she had withered away like a flower during winter and died.

All the while, Poe had never aged by a single day, watching his love die slowly, bit by bit. Now he despaired as he looked around him, and saw everybody experiencing something wonderous and amazing...

That he could never have.

"[censored] Valentine's Day..." He muttered.

Lord H'taed was paying very close attention to his surroundings. You had to, really, when running that fast.

However, Psychic barriers were invisible. He didn't even see it coming.

However...

*WHAM* He smashed right into the barrier, and smashed right through it. But the collision had knocked him senseless. His body was mostly built with energy capacitation in mind, and was not built for high impacts.

The avatar of lightning was sent spiraling out a nearby window at just under the speed of light. He plummeted to the ground...

((Well I remind you, H'taed is running at near light speed. All he needs to do is run past your little shield a few million times then wallop you when it goes down.

And who exactly are we waiting on to continue the fight in Shimmer's tower anyway?))

((Wait a minute, I thought I burned the dog chasing Rosie?

Maybe it was some other dog...))

Poe walked down the street. He sniffed.

His usual attire was white pants with black flame patterns running up the sides, a plain grey T-shirt covered by a white vest with his personal emblem on it, his special white gloves with more black flames on them, and his red tinted goggles, of course. His spiked and slicked back wild black hair topped it all off. He looked like what he was. A bad-[censored] sadistic atomic pyro-maniac.

Then again, it could have just been the various explosives and pyro-technic devices sticking out of every available pocket. Needless to say, most people gave Lord Poe a wide bearth.

Poe sniffed, and thought.

Lord Poe comes from a drastically differant time line then ours. In his world, wars were as common as pebbles on a beach, and even THINKING about the word "peace" was a valid enough reason to get shot.

Poe was the son of a World War 932 veteran, who taught Poe from early child hood how to use explosives and pyrotechnic devices. He wanted Poe to be able to plant traps around their home, so they could be safe from the chaos while the father enjoyed his veteran's benifits.

The plan backfired drastically when enemy cyborg zombie ninjas found all the traps using scrying spells, and disarmed them. Then an entire army of 10,000 troops, knowing fully well that it was an unnecessary use of force, marched on the mansion.

Poe's father was killed in the attack, but using a stealth generator that his father had given him, he devised a plan.

Lord Diov was in the dimension at the time, locating a fluxuating rift in space, when he observed the young Poe eradicate the entire army using only 3 well placed land mines. He immediately took the boy under his wing, and Poe has worked for Lord Diov ever since.

However...

Poe had spent his entire life in his father's mansion. He had never exited it except for a few scant times a year to make sure all the traps on the grounds were working properly. He had been completely isolated. Alone. In a world which knew no peace, there was no love. Breeding was a job, not an option or something that could be taken into consideration. Poe had never been a part of that. He had never developed a relationship with anyone. Hell, the only members of the opposite sex he had even seen were on average, his enemies.

That's why he was a bit of a pyro-maniac. It took his mind off other things. He liked the way fire changed things, re-shapped things. The blackening and boiling of wood, the hiss of steam, the brightness and eclipse of the flame...

Yet sometimes it wasn't enough. As Poe walked down the street, he couldn't help but feel sad. He was utterly alone.

A large Great Dane with traces of Bulldog in it chased a Border Collie across the street.

That's about when Poe decided to set something on fire. He didn't like what he was feeling, so it was time to induldge in his passion.

He whipped out his flamethrower, and a stream of essence infused flames bubbled forth from the nozzle, frying the Great Dane to ashes.

That cheered him up a little, and brought a small smile to his face as he watched the dog's skin slowly melt and pool in liquid form, the veins catch on fire and slowly blacken, the inner organs pump behind the bones before slowly falling apart...

He still looked at the ashes with the satisfaction only a pyro-maniac could feel after burning something.

He continued to look at the ashes.

The feeling passed.

Emptiness arose. He again felt that strange melencholy feeling.

He sighed, and looked around for something else to burn.

"[censored] Valentines Day..." He muttered.

Lord H'taed: Electrical Manipulation Mastery

Mud Bombs: Ranged/Moderate. Chuck what looks like ball lightning at an enemy. It sticks to them. Wait three seconds...

KAFREAKINGBOOM!

Electrical Swords: Really, I just treat these as Havoc Punch with extended range...

Mud Mines: Just like trip mine. Only electrical style.

Mud Maces: A fusion of mud bombs and electical swords. Each successful hit with a mud mace automatically generates a mud bomb on contact, which fuses with the struck surface. In addition to the damage of the actual mace...

*Waits three seconds*

*KAFREAKINGBOOM!*

Carbon Sparks: Foe-Clone+Electrical Powers, energy immunity, energy absorbtion, hostile to all including caster.

After-Image Lightning Reflexes: Run so damn fast, you leave after-images behind you. This is really just a fancy way to use multiple attacks at the same time...

Lord Diov sat aside from the festivities of the 150th floor.

It was to be expected. The six husk lords all came from alternate time tracks of EARTH. Valentines day existed on all of them.

He still remembered the individual days he had brought each of them in. There had been shouting, arguments, and in Mr. White's case, violence. Nearly all of them had had relationships of one sort or another.

So every 365 days, Lord Diov let the lords take a break to visit the ones they had left behind.

Lord Diov sat musingly at his black desk in his silver office. Staring down at a few hundred data-pools that needed to be viewed and signed.

"Sup boss." Said a voice. Lord Diov glanced up. It was Poe.

"Why arn't you gone?" He asked.

Poe shrugged. "In a world were war is all you know, breeding is an assigned job. Not an option. As you know, I was raised away from battle. I have no relationships to speak of." The pyro-maniac sat down in a chair, and regarded Diov cooly.

"Why arn't YOU gone?" Diov glanced up again, somewhat startled this time.

"What do you mean?"

Poe shrugged. "Don't you have anyone special in your life?"

If Diov had eyes, they would have blinked.

"What?"

Poe spoke again. "Ya know...Someone you...Love?"

Diov looked at Poe.

"It does not work that way for me. I'm not exactly composed of flesh and blood. No chromozones or horomones for that matter. No reproductive organs..." Poe winced at that. "...Plus, my species are long gone. Extinct. They only existed in one timeline. There's no going back to save them."

"But wasn't there someone BEFORE all of that?" Poe persisted.

"Poe. What is the point of this conversation?" Diov asked, his tone somewhat threatening.

Poe shrugged. "I have nothing better to do...I was thinking. I thought that even though I've worked with you for thousands of centuries now...Yet I still know almost nothing about you. Ironic, I suppose, considering I'm one of your closest allies. Kuro and H'taed both claim that they barely know jack about you either. It's human nature, to be curious. I also find it somewhat sad..." He added. "That you can't even bring yourself to have an actual conversation with your most trusted allies aide from battle plans, schedules, and extra complicated commands."

Lord Diov looked at Poe, his red tinted monocles seeming to bore into the arsonist's eyes like drills. This time though, Poe didn't turn away. He met the glare dead on.

There was a lengthy silence.

".....Yes. There was someone." Diov said slowly.

Another pause.

"WELL?" Poe encouraged.

"My species reproduced asexually. Unfortunately, this process was still restricted to the classified gender you humans call 'female.' However, our newborn needed to be constantly infused with essence in order to mature and grow, and only 'males' of my species could naturally produce essence. So relationships were almost as important and essential to us as they are to you humans. Happy?"

Poe frowned slightly. "Don't gimme that. Tell me about HER."

Another very long pause.

"Her name was Xulra. You must realize, that when we were both born, the Divine was still in power. We were forced together as breeders. We hated each other." Diov started.

"Then came Demon Void...After that, we decided to leave each other. Aeon's of forced coperation made us somewhat hostile towards the other. Yet, for some strange reason...We both always found each other again. As if something was always keeping us together." Another long pause.

"After a few Aeons of running into each other repeatedly...We eventually grew somewhat fond of each other and decided to live together." He paused again, taking a moment to sign another data-pool.

"Then we found out. She was going to bring forth another of our kind soon. Since I was the closest 'male' to her at the time, I was naturally selected as the father." Poe sat, entranced so far.

Diov's voice hardened. "Then the Void Eclipse happened. Just days before my son could come into being." Poe decided to scoot his chair back a few meters.

"Poe. Listen to me, and listen well. We who are immortal can have no love. It is doomed to failure at the start, and it will always end in disaster. The only reason your race can behave the way it does, is because your lives are so fleeting. Your people must stand on the shoulders of the previous generations. We who are eternal...We focus on ourselves. It is our nature. Relationships will only hurt you."

Poe sat, stunned.

"Now get out. Now." Diov growled. He didn't even wait for Poe to respond, he just flicked his wrist and Poe's chair was literally blown out the door with him still in it. The door to the office slammed shut.

Poe stood, looking at the door.

'Happy [censored] Valentines Day to you too.' He thought.

He sighed. He had the day off, he was going to spend it somewhere nice. Earth. Yes, Earth. Not HIS Earth, of course, a differant one.

He walked onto a nearby rift pad, and vanished.

Diov's scyth attacks come into reality. So far, I've been lying to myself, pretending his Bane Mace is his Scyth. Here's what I'd like to see...

SCYTH MELEE!!!

Cut: Standard Slash with the Scyth. Does moderate Negative Energy Damage, decreases opponent's ACC.

Slash: A slashing attack aimed at the opponent's vitals. Does Moderate DoT damage, and lowers the opponent's ACC. Has a chance to hit multiple targets in a very small cone in front of you.

Double Strike: Perform two seperate slashes with your Scyth. (Standard slash, loop behind back, over shoulder, standard slash) Deals high Negative Energy damage, lowers opponent's ACC.

Umbra Arc: Leap into the air, and spin your scyth around you in a downward curve, striking all foes in melee range for Moderate Negative Energy Damage, and lower their ACC. Has a chance to knock enemies back.

Blunt Instrument: You whack a foe upside the skull with the flat of the Scyth blade. Does minimal damage, but has a high chance of stunning/disorienting the enemy.

Descent Strike: Perform a head-splitter with your Scyth for moderate Neg damage, and lowers their ACC. Has a high chance to knock the enemy down.

Tempest Dance: Perform an intricate and complicated pattern of flowing slashes and swipes with your Scyth all about you. All foes in melee range take minor Neg damage, and their ACC is lowered. They also stand a chance of being knocked back. When used correctly, this move can reduce the damage of ranged attacks, or even deflect them entirely. Every time you use this move, your defense and resistance against ranged attacks is increased, and your damage against melee foes is also slightly increased. ((Basically a Scyth version of Divine Avalanch))

Reaper: *TOGGLE* You swirl your scyth all about you, becoming a nearly unstoppable engine of destruction. All foes in melee range take extreme Neg damage, and their ACC is lowered. They stand a slight chance of being knocked back. While this move is toggled, you are slowed, and you cannot jump or use any form of powers that increase your speed, and you cannot use any travel powers other then hover. You may not use any other attack powers. Due to the slowness at which you move while using this move, your defense and resistance to all attacks is decreased.

>.>

<.<

I can dream, can't I?

Daonri had just made a big mistake.

BIG.

She had let H'taed exit her field of vision.

She couldn't control what she couldn't see.

Lord H'taed's lightning reflexes kicked in the moment he was free, and now he was pissed beyond the comprehension of normal humans.

He started to run through the various corridors of Shimmer's tower...

Faster...

Faster...

Faster...

Faster...

Soon, he was traveling at just under the speed of light. (Any faster and he would would become intangible. Even faster, and he would create a super-massive radius black hole that would crush and kill everyone in the world. Not the brightest of moves, so he stuck at just UNDER lightspeed, thank you very much.)

H'taed at a very young age, before he had aquired his lightning reflexes, was very fit, and was very SWIFT. Coupled with the fact that he was equiped with a standard Husk Corporation dimensional accelerator, allowing him to move at superspeeds...

Throw that in with his lightning reflexes, and H'taed could easily beat both Synapse and the flash in a race any day of the year, EASILY.

Moving so fast made him nigh invisible to the naked eye, as well as slowing everything in his perception down. Meaning, that to H'taed, everything seemed to be moving slower. They wern't really, he was just going so damn fast that seconds seemed to span into years for him.

After running up and down various stairs, flashing past Daonri and the hovering Falcon around 259,428 times, he decided to make his move. He conjured two electrical swords again, and sliced at both of them as he passed by. The advantage to this move being, it would be nigh impossible to see the attack coming, they wouldn't be able to retaliate, (since he would be long gone before their nerve cells could even twitch) and, of course, he could simply repeat this over and over again in an infinite loop until Daonri and Falcon were nothing but twitching cloven sacks of severed and chopped up meat lying on the ground.

BLOC The billboard read. The shadowy figure paused and looked up at the white glowing word, then spat on it and moved on.

Jason Walker strolled down the street. Dressed in jeans, (with the word BLOC printed on the fringes, no less) a plain T-shirt, (also with the word Bloc printed on the left sleeve) and a tan leather vest. (You guessed it. The word Bloc was printed on the lower half of the left side.)

The normal passerby would have found his selection of clothing odd.

Then again, this was not the normal world.

This was an alternate dimension. Rules were a tad differant here.

Long ago, a small-time chain store franchise called Bloc had slowly eradicated all competition. Starting small, with office supplies, it moved up a rank with each competitor put out of buisness. From office supplies to clothing, to appliances, to to entire buildings, to military hardware...

*BOOM.* Before you know it, Bloc is the sole buisness left on the planet.

And when everyone has to go to the store...

And when there is only one store around...

You get the picture. Bloc literally ruled the world.

So really, it wasn't like Walker even had a choice when he had picked his clothing. EVERYTHING had the word Bloc printed SOMEWHERE on it, from Walker's vest to toilet seats.

Walker strolled down the street, ignoring the ten zillion ads and proclamations of Bloc everywhere, and sat down at a bus stop.

A few moments later, another man, dressed in atire mostly the same as Walker, came and sat down beside him.

"I love our boss." He said.

Walker turned and looked at him. He then said, "He is a good boss."

"Really? I think so too." The man said.

Yep. That was the sign.

Walker took a pen and a pad of stick-it notes from his pocket, scrawled a quick message on it, and passed it to the man.

*Is everything in place, Tribal?* It read.

The man looked at the message, scrawled a new one beneath that, and handed the stick-it pad back to Walker.

*Yes. Our target is also exactly on schedule, as is the norm. In exactly five minutes, he will go down this street. The moment you see the headlights, start the ooperation.*

The man, Jascon Tribal, Walker's brother, got up and left the bus stop.

-----

Mr. Nelson, C.P.O. of Bloc, was drinking a glass of wine in his limo as it drove down the street. He was a very important man. He was currently driving to Bloc H.Q. for a general meeting about profit increase over the course of the year.

He would never make it through the next two blocks alive.

-----

Walker saw the headlights. He got up, and took a carrot from his pocket. He began to eat it.

He then slowly crossed the street...

-----

"What the...?" The driver in the limo suddenly said.

"HIT THE BRAKES!" Mr. Nelson's bodygaurd beside the driver screamed.

They hit the breaks just in time to avoid the civilian who had been crossing the street. He looked absolutely shocked, and he stumbled back a few paces...

Then he fell. There was a very mishappen carrot in his hand. When he fell, he let go of the carrot...

Which flew...

Straight into the windshield of the limo. It splattered upon impact, completely grimming up the entire thing, obscuring the driver's view, and so forth. Normal carrots couldn't have done that. This carrot had had an ampole filled with extra pulped carrot inside of it, and a package of carrot soup inside of it as well, hence why the carrot had been so mishappen.

Nobody paid attention to that though.

The bodygaurd rolled down his window.

"Clean that up. NOW." He snarled. The citizen trembled, slowly got up, and started wiping away at the windshield with his hand until the carrot muck was all gone.

"Now come here." The bodygaurd said. The citizen approached the window.

"ALWAYS LOOK RIGHT AND LEFT BEFORE CROSSING THE STREET." The bodygaurd said in a monotone.

"Yes sir, I will sir..." The citizen said. "This'll never happen again s-oops..." The citizen's J-Pod, which had been hanging around his neck, fell through the open window. He swore, and bent through to grab it from beneath the body gaurd's seat. The body gaurd leaned back slightly.

Unseen to the all in the limo, the citizen took a refridgerator magnet, and attached it to automatic window controller. He then retrieved his J-Pod, and ducked back out the window.

"Clumsy idiot..." The body gaurd muttered. The citizen ran off into a nearby alley.

The bodygaurd then tried to roll up the window via the automatic switch, but it wouldn't roll up. He frowned. "I think the windows are broken..." He said.

"No matter. We all need fresh air." Mr. Nelson said absent mindedly from the back of the limo. They continued down the street, the entire incident forgotten in a few short seconds...

-----

Tribal walked from around the corner, wearing a BLOC police uniform, and carrying a stop sign. He walked out into the street in front of the limo, and waved the sign around. The limo immediately stopped.

-----

Walker, using the time Tribal had given him with the stop sign, dashed down the street.

In front of him loomed the Bloc tower, the official H.Q. for Bloc. The entire towering structure was surrounded by a thirty foot tall stone wall, with the only entrance being through an industrial steel door, which could only be opened via a command from the security booth on the street.

Walker ducked underneath the security window, took an ordinary carrot from his pocket, and placed it in front of the glass. Then he ducked around the booth.

-----

The security gaurd frowned as he spotted what looked like a carrot in front of the window. He leaned forward to get a better look at it.

-----

Walker quietly slipped into the booth while the gaurd was distracted. He pulled out his J-Pod...

And slowly put the ends of both ear-phones into the gaurd's ears.

*BZZZZZZZT* A jolt of electricity was channeled down the cords, and into the gaurd's head. He was knocked unconcious immediately.

Walker quickly changed, then dragged the body out into the street, and tossed it into a dumpster. He walked back into the booth and waited.

-----

Tribal moved out of the street with his Stop Sign, and seemingly vanished. The limo continued down the block, until it reached the security booth into b]Bloc[/b] tower.

Thr bodygaurd flashed an I.D. to the security gaurd. However, the gaurd shook his head.

"New security protocall. Tell Mr. Nelson to roll down the windows in the back. I need to scan him to make sure it really is him."

Mr. Nelson rolled down the windows. The gaurd held up a device which looked suspiciously like a J-Pod up to the screen, and appeared to fiddle with it for a moment before putting it back down.

"Ok then Mr. Nelson. You are clear for entry." The gaurd pressed a button, and the door opened.

Mr. Nelson tried to close the windows, but apparently, just like the front ones, they were also broken. He shrugged, thinking little of it...

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Tribal, who had slipped through the door while it was open, crouched from across the courtyard with a compactable sniper rifle out. He did the strangest thing.

He pulled out a slinkey. An EXTRA-EXTRA-EXTRA-LONG FUN-FUN TIME SLINKEY, bought directly from Bloc, no less. He then held one end over the barrel of the sniper rifle, and slotted the other end to a bullet via a short string. The bullet was slid down the barrel manually, side from slotting it into a compartment on the side.

He waited until Mr. Nelson's rolled down windows came into view...

Then he fired.

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Mr. Nelson was quite surprised when what looked like a slinkey shot through his left-side open window, stretched in front of his face, then shot out the open windom to his right, where it sank into a lighting hook.

Slinkeys were not know for their deadliness. You couldn't kill a fly with one. However, in certain situations...

The car was moving at roughly 20 M.P.H. The slinkey was at eye-level with Mr. Nelson's head.

What happened was simple and bloody. The strands of the slinkey tore into Mr. Nelson's eyes, carved a huge swath from his face, creating an opening for the remaining strands to break through and carve his entire head into a bloody pulp.

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Tribal and Walker were both brothers. They were "Odd Job" people. Mercenaries. They did a wide variety of work, and a few days ago, they had been hired by a group known as the resistance-a group focused on bringing down Bloc, to assassinate Mr. Nelson. However, Tribal and Walker had no access to the actual weaponry they would have normally needed to pull off an assassination. Tribal; had a sniper rifle, but only one bullet, and Mr. Nelson's car not only had bullet proof windows, but Mr. Nelon himself sat behind a solid wall of metal behind the windows, meaning even if the windows were down, a sniper bullet would not have been able to hit him from any angle.

Meaning Tribal and Walker had improvised.

Using the comically mishappen carrot, Tribal had created a distraction to get an opprotunity to plant the first step. An ordinary refreidgerator magnet. All cars produced by Bloc had polarerized automatic window controls. When Walker had planted the magnet, it had negated one of the polarities. So when the windows were rolled down, they couldn't be rolled back off. That took care of the bullet proof glass.

To get Mr. Nelson to roll down his own windows, however, the only plan that could have worked was getting an actual official to command him to do so, hence the entire scenario with Walker, the booth security gaurd, and the modified J-Pod.

As a last problem, Tribal would have to perform the sniping from ground level, and within the Bloc complex. The thrity foot wall, and the limo's proximety to the door prevented all other forms of sniping.

To get around the paradox of Mr. Nelson not being at the correct angle to be shot, they used the slinkey. Combined with the car's speed, and the perfect position at which Mr. Nelson had been located, it was the perfect plan.

However...

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"FREEZE!" Here was the problem with the plan. Tribal had just killed a high Bloc official, out in the open, in a courtyard filled with dozens of gaurds. Still, he had expected this, which was why he had purposely positioned himself so close to the door. He made a dash, and got outside...

*THWACK!*

The security gaurd Walker had knocked out eariler, (wearing only boxers and an under-shirt) smashed Tribal on the head with a baton as he rounded the corner. Walker had met a similar fate. The gaurd had not stayed knocked out as long as they had planned.

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A dark figure had been watching everything from a nearby office window. He seemed to flick his hand, and vanish into thin air.

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"So. What do we do with these jokers?" One of the gaurds surrounding the lumped together and unconcious Walker and Tribal growled.

"I say we wait until they wake up. Then we kill them. Slowly." Another said menacingly.

The large group of gaurds all thought this was a good idea, and a few of them even decided they should go ahead and try to wake the two assassins up, when suddenly, a voice cut through.

"No...That will not be neccessary." A tall figure loomed from as if nowhere. Dressed in black cargo pants with red tribal runes running along them, Chaos lether for a shirt, covered by a large coat with multiple pockets along it. A reaper styled cloth hung across the man's face, descending into two tattered scarves. Red tinted monocles and a black duster hat completed the look, and completely hid his face. Strangely enough, the standard Bloc logo was present on his clothes.

"I am Mr. Idov, and I have a certain vested interest in these two men. How does...Oh...Ten million...In cash...to each of you to forget these two even existed sound?"

The ring of gaurds froze.

"You don't have that kind of cash." One of them said.

Mr. Idov seemed to pull a silver suitcase from seemingly nowhere, and tossed it to the ground. With a slight *click* it opened, to reveal neat row upon row of thousand dollar bills.

"Nevermind." The gaurd said, grinning from ear to ear. Idov pulled a few dozen more suitcases from nowhere, (the gaurds decided to ignore this. Their minds were filled with the thoughts of ten story mansions) and handed them to each gaurd.

"I must be off then. Remember, all of you...These two never existed." Idov grabbed both the unconcious men by their collars, and dragged them around a corner.

There was a slight *pop* noise. One of the gaurds peeked around the corner. It led to a dead end.

But Mr. Idov, Tribal, and Walker were gone.

The deflected bullets pinged off of H'taed's armor, but didn't do as much damage as intended. A slight magnetic film around H'taed protected him from piercing and smashing objects. Nothing major, of course, it merely slowed down bullets a little. A few even got past the field and punctured his armor.

H'taed was grateful for the save via the robot. He still was held by the telekineses until Daonri was actually distracted enough to let go, but it gave him some options.

He sent a slow spiral of electricity down his leg...

down the drone's leg...

and into the floor.

He was going to electrocute everyone and everything touching the floor. The electricity would also conduct into the walls and ceiling, lightning up anything touching those as well. Shimmer and H'taed, and the drones for that matter, would all be fine due to H'taed's static upgrades. Aoleleb would also be ok provided he kept his granite armor up. Daonri, and Falcon's strike, however...

They were going to be fried.

I PROCLAIM THIS THREAD TO BE REZED!

Little help here guys? >.>

Please?

Maybe we could get a superrez sig power...ould make rezing this thing easier.