Ineffable

H'taed nodded.

"Go ahead and do that quickly. If I can slot a few mud bombs into that, we can cover this entire damn zone in so many little electrical fluffy balls of doom, that I think they'll be able to hear the explosions all the way back at Terra. I took the liberty of infusing the force fields with some magnatized energy, so the base should also be protected from electrical powers, thus rendering us immune to our own bombardment of death."

And of course, who can forgot the long-haired emo guy?

((And since when can you teleport while held?

Plus, all he needs to do is re-apply the telekinetic aura, or let you fly too close to him. So yes, I'll allow you to escape via teleport, but Charles can just grab you all over again.))

Yes. If they did back, I would not wait in Pocket D for ten hours on end waiting for Ghost Widow to show up so I can bug her about it.

Did you hear that? I'LL STOP STALKING YOU! AND ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS POST HERE! WOOHOO...

*This user has been banned*

When Aoleleb came out of his portal, he proceeded with his actions...

Or rather, he tried to really.

The granite rocks still encased him, but the telekinesis still held him firmly.

((Auto-hit AUTO-HOLD attack. Even blasts right through tier 9s. Again, look it up if you don't believe me.))

As he struggled to lift the two boulders he had been imagining, Charles smiled lightly, and raised a hand. The Psionic needles hovering above Aoleleb's head began to glow softly.

((And btw...Granite offers no protection to PSI. You would have been better off with the crystals.))

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Shimmer thought he felt a touch of static in the air as Lord H'taed materialized, jumping out of thin air from a nearby console. He had conducted himself along the metalic structures of Shimmer's base to get here.

"Shimmer, do you have anything like a motar cannon lying around?" He asked.

Charles rolled his eyes.

Aoleleb was flung across the area like a rag doll. He found he couldn't move.

((TELEKINESIS, AUTO-HIT AUTO-HOLD TOGGLE! FTW! Look it up if you don't believe me.))

"Naughty naughty." Charles hissed. "I'm going to drill through your defenses like a dentist drills through a tooth."

He waved his hands, and several mental lances of energy arranged themselves around Aoleleb's head, preparing to strike.

"Say AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" Charles laughed.

Erm...

Why are you posting this is the RP forum?

I mean, no offense, but this would be better off in the suggestions or general forums...Not here...

Now, to answer your question, I haver actually asked the Infinity Server Ghost Widow in Pocket D about it. She says it will be available in the future, but not in 19, and most likely not in I10 either.

Charles lifted a hand, and Aoleleb smashed into an invisible wall. Charle's telekinetic aura. He would find he was trapped in a perfect cube of force, not allowing him to escape.

Charles walked over to the box and examined his captive.

"Hmmm. Interesting. Your mind is not your own. Let's see what mischief I can wreck, eh?" He gace a cruel smile, and winked. He extended a hand...

Aoleleb felt a spike of Psionic energy being driven into his mind like a nail being pounded by a hammer. Charles was forcing his way into Aoleleb's mind!

-----

H'taed rushed up to the force field surrounding Shimmer's base.

"Hey, Shimmer. Would you mind letting me in? I have an idea how to take care of our telekinetic pal. He's only going to be distracted for so long with his new meat-toy."

((Fixed the second link.))

((MORE NINJA MADNESS!!!))

((NINJAS, FTW!!!))

Sigh. Here I go again with the whole rez of the threadz...

REZREZREZREZREZREZREZREZREZREZREZREZ!!!!!

There.

Also...

Uh...

Well...

I forgot what I was going to say.

.....

I HAVE AN IDEA!

Wait...

No, nevermind.

Uhh....

(ponder, reflect, consider)

*Insert insightful comment here*

Hmmm. Ok, here's a thought for all of you. Let's take a look at the NPC Positron.

It is know he is a Rad/Rad TANK.

That's right. You heard me. A TANKER. His hero data confirms this.

My thought being...What if you got a sig power that allowed you to temporarily alter your stats to shift to another select AT?

Obviously this would be limited...Master Minds would not be able to become more powerful, then say, Corrupters...Tanks could temporariy switch to Scrappers, tradinh HP for attack power. Or what about Blasters switching to Tankers, more HP and resistance in trade for less damage?

*POSITRON IS A HAAAAAAAAAAAAX! *

Then Aoleleb flew into the telekinetic field holding H'taed and got stuck himself. ((Telekineses is a TOGGLED AoE AUTO-HOLD AUTO-HIT. Of course, this is overpowered, so I usually rectify the situation...))

Charle's raised an eyebrow.

"Well well. Look what has flown into my midst. Two deaths for the price of one!"

The the magma rain reached them.

Aoleleb and H'taed were protected by Charle's telekinetic field.

Charle's himself, however.

"GAAAH!" He hissed, his concentration breaking.

Lord H'taed and Aoleleb dropped to the ground.

H'taed vanished in a pop of static the second he hit the ground. It was then that Aoleleb probably noticed the mub-bomb attached to his chest.

Charles recovered from the lava droplets, and noticed the mud bomb now stuck on him.

Lord H'taed, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Like all of H'taed's mud bombs, these were designed to explode in a period of 3 seconds.

In the time it had taken H'taed to plant both the bombs and run off to where ever, 2 seconds had passed.

((I already told you!

Sigh...))

Lord H'taed leapt back onto his feet...

And was immediately ensnared by Charle's telekineses.

He was tossed over a mile into the air as easily as a steroid pumped baseball pitcher could chuck a pebble into the air.

Then he headed in the opposite direction. DOWN, to say the least.

*FWRAAAK!* The ground literally exploded in a storm of rock, fire, and magma.

"Pain..." Muttered H'taed. His armor was almost completely ruined. The blood red runes which were usually dull were now blazing with malevolent light, the ancient bindings struggling to keep the Avatar of Lightning under control.

"Ok freak. You wanna play rough? Too bad. That's over. I'm playing for keeps."

With a pop of static, H'taed vanished into thin air. Charles extended his hand again, but his telekineses couldn't get a lock.

"Over here." Said Lord H'taed a few dozen feet to Charle's left. He swung his arm to ensnare the avatar, but there was another pop, and he vanished.

"No no, stupid. I'm over here." Lord H'taed leaned against the ridge to the right.

*POP* "Yoo-hoo, ovah here!"

*POP* "Wait, over here!*

*POP* I'm so totally here now. Yea."

*POP* Ok, so I lied. Now I'm here.

Charle's hand was flipping to and fro, struggling to keep up with the insane lightning reflexes of H'taed. His telekinetic aura simply couldn't keep up with the avatar.

*POP* "Another successful and on-time delivery by Husk Corporation! Enjoy death!" *POP*

Charle's eyes widened. There was suddenly a mud bomb on his chest.

*KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFREAKINGBOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

The mud bomb exploded with enough force to level a good sized building. Charle's stumbled back up from the crater beneath his feet, smoking slightly. His telekinetic armor had protected him from the actual explosive energy, but it could not block the actual blunt force.

His eyes locked with Lord H'taeds.

"Right then, time to go..." He muttered. *POP*

Then he ran right into the telekinetic field Charles had set up. He had just positioned it a ways away to H'taed's right, and he had run right into it.

"Suffer..." Charles hissed.

H'taed felt a huge pressure begin to squeeze him while he was locked in the air.

'Where is Shimmer?' H'taed thought as his armor slowly began to crack and twist. The runes had gone from blazing to practically exploding with containment energy.

The explosion of fire had the same effect on Charles as throwing a clump of mud at a bee wou.d It was annhoying, disorienting, and it threw his focus off entirely. He dropped from the air and stumbled back a few paces as the fire storm raged around him.

When the storm in itself faded, most of his clothes were tattered. He glared murderously around for his attacker.

*BZZZZZT!*

Lord H'taed's electrical blade descended from nowhere and cleaved into Charle's right arm, cutting halfway through the deltoid, and lodging firmly in the shoulder blade. It was a miracle Charle's arm hadn't been cut off.

Static and electrical overcharge did the rest of the work, pumping itself through Charle's body. He convulsed.

However, he was not helpless, even in his weakened and battered state. He raised his left hand, and H'taed was flung back like a rag doll, smashing through a nearby boulder.

The psychopathic telekinetic gritted his teeth, looked up and glared at the spot where the armored avatar of lightning had fallen. The very air seemed to grow suddenly brittle...

Shameless and blatant bump.

We're not stopping until you notice us, Devs.

We will continue to plague you forever and ever and ever and ever.

Lock the thread, you say?

That's why the post button exists.

H'taed had taken a single glance at the holo-map. He was from Husk Corporation, after all. Plenty of experience with those, nothing to see here, move along.

"Race ya there." He said.

Then a red lightning bolt descended from the sky and struck him, and Lord H'taed dematerialized into it.

A second later, the bolt was arcing back into the sky.

-----

Charles continued to laugh, and just manuvered his gigaplusnourmous rock shield up and block all the missiles and energy beams that came his way.

Then a lightning bolt from nowhere went and decided to strike him.

He plummeted, and smashed into the ground behind a ridge.

The good news for him. Behind the ridge, Shimmer's base couldn't attack him anymore.

The BAD news. Lord H'taed was standing over his smoking form, tapping his foot impatiently. And Shimmer was probably already on his way.

"Did ya like that? That was a sample. Here's the appetizer." He shot a bolt of lightning at Charles.

With a backflip, Charles was on his feet again. He stuck his palm outward, wrapped in telekinetic force, and flicked his hand in contact with the bolt, which deflected and spiraled into the ground.

H'taed sniffed. "Okie dokie. You obviously have a large appetite. Deflect this." He conjured a mub bomb, and tossed it at Charles.

Charles raised a hand, and the mud bomb stopped mid-air, flipped around, and landed on H'taed.

*KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFREAKINGBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOM!!!*

When all the smoke faded, Lord H'taed still stood, not the worse for wear. He was naturally immune to his own innate element.

"That wasn't nice..." He growled, and conjured electrical blades and both hands.

Charles extended his hand again...

And H'taed was stuck, simple as that. He couldn't move one inch. Charle's telekinetic power wasn't letting him move.

Then he started to slowly float over to a nearby lava pool.

"Ah [censored]..." H'taed muttered. He hoped Shimmer would arrive soon.

((Yea, that attack of his is brutal, isn't it? >.&gt)

Fourth Page. What the hell is wrong with you people? Do you ever want to see Sig Powers? Ever?

Now, a thing I'd like to ask about...

Extremes.

For this example, I shall use Blasters and Scrappers.

Blaster: Final attack is a devestating wide area PBAoE attack that usually kills everything, (including some bosses) in one hit.

Scrapper: Gets an armor which makes them nigh invincible for a short time.

Should Blasters be able to get the god mode armor, and should scrappers be able to get the nova via sig powers?

((You're being ignored because you can't enter a fight until the current one is over.))

((Hehehe...Yep. The usual suspects. And welcome to the thread.))

Lord H'taed raised an eyebrow. "You're the only one I've seen since I've reached this portion of the world. Do you have a base of operations nearby? If so, we could locate the intruder and I could help you take him down, then after that we can get a plan set up. How does a temporary alliance sound? Until we're the last two standing on this world?"

The punch hit the central mass dead on.

Nothing happened. His metal hand tore straight through, but the rag man didn't even flinch.

Then, there was a flash of silver...

The jump bot that had grabbed the blade suddenly realized its fingers had fallen off.

The Lord of Rags took his sword up again, and this time aimed at the nearest jump bot. He cut in a downward motion which curved, performing a lethal dragon's strike technique. Normally this wouldn't be a problem for the jump bot, being armored and all, but the sneaky thing about the technique was that it could strike critical hits even when the Lord of Rags wasn't hidden.

Statesman: Finally, I have defeated you once and for all, Recluse!

Recluse: So what now, old friend?

Statesman: Since I'm bound by certain heroic cliche rules, I'm being merciful and sending you to jail.

Recluse: OOOOOO I'm SOOOO scared. Watch me break out in two minutes flat.

Statesman: True, but you'll have to start over at Threat Level 1.

Recluse: On second thought, you can't arrest me.

Statesman: And what, pray tell, is going to stop me?

Recluse: You know how I am the official ruler/dictator/king/tyrant of the Rogue Islands?

Statesman: ...Yes...

Recluse: It states quite clearly in the rules of both the U.N. and N.A.T.O. that I can't be arrested because of my position. You can't arrest me without being labeled a criminal, being sued by my fifteen zillion lawyers, and not to mention being cursed and hexed for eternity by my fanatical mystical cult composed of teenagers from another dimension who know chaos magic.

Statesman: .....

Recluse: That's right States-Sap! You can't do anything to me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Statesman: Ok, ya know? I'm going to pull a Manticore.

Recluse: A what?

Statesman: I'm going to just kill you and make it look like you commited suicide.

((Tosses Recluse off the top of the Grandville tower))

Recluse: GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

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Mako: You know, usually I'm a really sadistic and bitter person, but today is actually a nice day, so I think I'm going to go donate ten billion dollars to help starving children in Africa, maybe donate another ten mill to health institutes world-wide, and re-register as a hero...

*SMACK*

Recluse: Whew, good thing this mutant shark who looks an awful lot like Mako was here to break my fall. You knows what this calls for?

*Dramatic Pause*

Recluse: IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-HEYA-PEANUT BUTTER JELLY, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY...

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Charles merely laughed as the energy bolts headed his way. He had learned after his first round with the turrets.

A very large rock the size of a small apartment building suddenly rushed in front of him, taking all the energy bolts head on. Several large chunks of it fell away, but it served as a nice temporary shield.

Charles, in the meantime, started to fire off several more telekinetic lances at the attacking turrets...

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Lord H'taed planted the mud bomb on the magma dome, and leapt a ways away.

"Old Mcdonald had a farm..." He began.

"And on his farm he had a BOMB, Bada-bing, bada-bang, bada-BOOM!"

The mub bomb exploded with enough force to pulverize an elephant.

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Shimmer was probably surprised when not only did the elevator door explode, but the entire hospital seemed to shatter into trillions of tiny bits.

He observed he was lying on the ground, surrounded by vaporized chunks of hardened magma.

"Woa. Sorry there, didn't think anybody was IN THERE..." Said a crackling voice.

Before him stood an eight foot tall giant, (yet he was as thin as a stick) decked head to toe in mideval armor, covered in softly glowing tribal runes. A large hood obscured his face, save for two glowing red eyes. Several spikes stuck out from his shoulders, and red static ran up and down these.

"The name's Lord H'taed. What about you?"

-----

*KA-BOOM!* The lava dome exploded in a shower of hardened magma.

H'taed peered through the mist...

And saw a guy with a shimmery head lying on the ground. He seemed intact enough, considering he had been in the epicenter of an exploding magma dome. It was a miracle the shrapnel had missed him.

Figuring from the being's frail (yet advanced) appearance, he was probably a mastermind. Probably tech, at that. H'taed had no cares for lesser beings who would serve him no purpose-But a mastermind was differant. Masterminds were badasses of destruction, bad to have as an enemy, and a powerful ally. So Lord H'taed made the choice of trying to get a new ally.