Kasoh
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I like the pet on my brute, though I wouldn't call it an 'optimal' choice. Its fun enough.
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Quote:In the early to mid ninties, there was a issue of X-men something or other that sold over a million copies. The top selling book in 2010 is usually around 100,000 if its amazing.Originally Posted by Nethergoat
I'm not seeing how comic books have been "marginalized" at all-
There are less people buying comic books.
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There was a 'M-Day' What-if where Wanda said 'No more Superpowers'. I remember it killed Captain America right away because he lost the Super Soldier serum. Tony Stark created a bunch of Iron Man Armors for the current avengers team and they had to fight Ultron, I think everyone died...or there was a 'We're all still heroes on the inside speech' which might have just killed my interest.
The current Supergirl has some martial arts training from Batman and the Amazons, she used it rather well while under the effects of Gold Kryptonite.
An arc in Batman/Superman had Bruce and Clark switching powers, so Clark tried to do some of Batman's training and didn't take to it as well as Bruce took to Superman's powers, which drove him a little nuts.
Hal Jordan can throw a pretty good punch without the ring. Recently in Green Arrow he was stuck without the ring's powers while Hal and Ollie were being attacked.
Tony Stark was erasing his brain for about 12 issues during Dark Reign, which is his superpower. He had a backup, fortunately. -
It was enjoyable. Worth the seven bucks I paid to see it. I would reccomend others to go see it as well.
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I like the Blood Widow on my brute, it comes in handy sometimes. /e shrug
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Dan kind of liked their new setup. It reminded him of his favorite level in Half Quake 7. The narrow corridors and gun stations. He was really good at throwing grenades into those gunholes from around corners. Of course, He wasn't going to get to play tonight, what with Radialcrush going crazy ape paranoid on them. He wasn't even sure their boss did, but he hired a pro from the Rogue Isles and they had broke out the rest of their stuff from that Crey lab raid.
He looked at Tod, his partner in crime more or less, who was staring into space holding the Freeze cannon. Why was he doing that? They were supposed to be watching for invaders. Just like in the Plastic Cog games, except he wasn't going to be the lazy guard who got zapped witht he tranq dart--oh no--that was for suckers who weren't paying attention, Suckers like Tod. He should make sure Tod didn't fall asleep on them, especially since there had been a fight a few minutes ago.
Turning to his buddy, Dan poked Tod once, but the other man didn't respond. Annoyed at his good gesture being ignored, Dan took his assault rifle and whacked Tod in the back with the butt of the rifle.
Tod swung his arm back forcefully knocking Dan back, who dropped the rifle in surprise. The assault weapon hit the ground and fired a short burst, which ricocheted in the small armored space the two Skull gang members were sitting.
Moments later, while Dan was clutching his arm that was bleeding he noticed a tall woman who could have stepped out of Mortal Fighter or Alive Xtreme Frisbee Golf and kicked him solidily in the face.
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Quex looked at the two unconscious and wounded Skulls, bemused by Dreg's mind tricks. Giving a thumbs up to the mind controller, She picked up the rifle and Cryo Freeze ray and broke them before gesturing to Darkgloom to follow. -
Perhaps there's an event that calls into question the stability of Artificial Heroes, like a large scale computer virus/P.L.O.T. Device. Regardless of whether a hero is infected or not, trust was lost and maybe Legislation was penned.
A study is being done in Paragon city concering their artificial human laws as a basis for other municipalities or states and part of the study is Pressing a large number of AL heroes against the system to see how it handles stresses.
The group is born out of a Artificial Heroes Anonymous Meeting.
A lobby group insists that the Three Laws are unconstitutional for sentient constructs and creates groups that remove such restrictions.
That's all for off the top of my head. Maybe if I sleep on it. -
Quote:Given how many times its been adapted to screen, I'm sure I'd have to agree with you on at least one account.Originally Posted by Marcian Tobay
Man, Ten Little Indians was crap.
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Six minutes.
Knowing the details shouldn't change the actual experience, if it does, it wasn't that good of material to begin with. -
Quote:See, that's the original spin on it, because Wolverine's claws go 'Snikt'...Originally Posted by Marcian Tobay
Ideas are similar does not equal "Ripped it off from". I mean, we had claws, but just because they were three metal claws that went "Shnick" when they came out of automatically regenerating knuckles didn't mean we stole it, does it?
Yes, I just sabotaged my own point for a lul. I consider it a good trade. -
Hrm. Ultimate Hawkeye is a bad Bullseye ripoff, what with the killing people with fingernails and whatnot.
Hawkeye has been a part of the Avengers for a long time, no need to cut him short. -
It looks good.
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...creepy...
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The hallway was dark and poorly lit, the light from several small yellow light bulbs making swarthy patches of darkness in-between small fits of light. Large crates hastily pushed into an impromptu maze kept the view obstructed. A few intelligible whispers could be heard, but pinpointing their location in the gloom would be difficult without extra sensory abilities.
It was obvious the Skulls had prepared for PPD assault, as well as most ground based foes, but since few Skulls could fly the amount of traps above waist height were few in number. The most annoying was the strings of Piano wire to keep fliers at a reasonable speed, reasonable enough to shoot at anyway.
Walking and chatting as if she were trying to sell something, Darkgloom pointed out several of the more obvious traps, occasionally noting a flaw in PPD tactical response that prompted the placement of one device at someplace or another.
Quex poked the bracer that contained Darkglooms shield and was pleased when the black disk appeared on her arm. Sword in one hand, she kept a close eye on where Darkgloom stepped, and where she avoided. The prattle was interesting enough, as her own forays into trap setting went, but the kind of information she could acquire just by watching was much more valuable.
The Gunners. Quex prompted as she stepped over a mine, then deactivated it.
Ah, little machine gun nests. Two boys apiece, with a heavy assault rifle and a Cryo Freeze Rifle between them. The boxes were stepping between open into the cutest little killzones. I really wish I could take credit for the idea, but its something Ive been on the receiving end before.
Theres four gun positions to pass before we get to the other room. Emily added, slowing down to point out a tripwire attatched to a bucket of Draino.
I wanted acid, but Jack doesnt have any. -
If, you mean by the virtue of simply being a hero, his problems are turned up to 11, then I'd have to disagree. A hero must face greater decision points over the course of a heroic career and those decisions will have repercussions when those decisions turn out poorly, I'd say his professional failures are more spectacular than that of a regular human.
Putting a hero on a higher pedestal just so we can watch them get pushed from it seems rude to me. The things that make a personal failure or tragedy in a person's life do not become less because that person is a hero. The inability to maintain a relationship with a significant other due to heroing activities is somewhat sad, but is it more sad than a regular person who cannot maintain a relationship due to constant lying? I would argue no, the problem is the same, just the myriad of circumstances that provide it. A hero might try to justify it by claiming that their activities are more worthy than others, but the root of the problem is still the same.
Heroes often have the same problems regular people have in addition to problems gathered by their heroing activities and a hero might like to think his personal tragedies are greater, to go on blaming his hero lifestyle for his problems, but falls into the realm of believing his own press, falling into hubris--which could be an entertaining story of its own. -
Quex considered Dreg's suggestion. Their prey had retreated to a strong defensive position and they would need some kind of advantage. This could be it. His confusion powers worked well on Darkgloom, and Horton wouldn't be nearly as resistant.
Looking up at the hole in the ceiling. Quex considered waiting for Warpshroud to finish up with the Troll beast, but shook her head. That was a secondary target, and it was running around town amidst several thousand superheroes. It would be caught.
"Good plan." she finally said to Dreg, "But I will be distraction."
Grabbing Darkgloom by the arm, the woman raised an eyebrow, "And you are going to point out traps to me. Its your interest."
The dark woman grinned, "For my negotiation with the DA?"
Quex grinned, "No. Because you go first."
With a shove, she got Darkgloom moving into the hallway.
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The crime scene technicians had arrived, more promptly than Kasoh had given them credit for, and Force forbid his extensive knowledge of the human body be used, but no, he was pushed to the side and since Agent MacKenzie had his computer, his hands were uselessly stuffed in his pockets.
Bored, he pulled out some random syringes and calculated portions for a lethal poison.
Irene made a pleased purring noise which Kasoh assumed was entirely unconsciousshe didnt seem the typeand handed the computer back, Mapquest in his browser history has the address of a warehouse in Independence Port.
Sounds like a solid lead. How old?
He looked it up last night.
Ill get the car.
Lets swing by the warehouse where the others went; I want to talk to Horton before I commit to that warehouse. If its the wrong place, hitting it will tell the Family off, and our chances of success drop. -
Quote:Emily covered her mouth as she chortled, "I...am tough, pretty, and not squeemish about killing cops or capes. Three things a 'Bone Daddy' is not. He's gonna fold like a cheap suit when the four of you get start perforating him with blades and bullets...and whatever mojo scarface is slinging. I was in town, I went to High School with Jack ten years ago, and I felt sorry for the guy. He's in way over his head...I mean Christ on a crutch he fortified a warehouse instead of skipping town...in this town, that means you're stupid."
"So why you? Horton's a Bone Daddy. What's he need with you?"
She paused, then raised an eyebrow, "And he paid me. Not a lot, but my rent is due next tuesday."
From a pocket, she pulled out a nail file and began to work on her nails, as if she was gossiping at Pocket D. -
Like a chain-reaction, Darkgloom's head fell back into Josiah's hand, that had moved into position the moment he saw the deception begin to happen. He grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her back and pushed the barrel his pistol into her right eye.
"Give me a reason," he scowled, "...not...that I don't already have one."
Quote:"Uhh! Darkgloom moaned, "Twisted alien slug, I like you!"Abbie glared, and quite promptly returned the favor by pulling essence from Darkgloom to heal the hits she'd taken in the fight. "You're right, that does feel much better", she commented.
Her grin grew as she looked at Josiah, "Reasons...oh! I've killed hundreds of people? I have somewhat poor taste in clothes? Ah-ha, my singing voice is thin and reedy!" Darkgloom cackled as she taunted the lad. Her laugh was rough and raspy, "I dare you I double dog dare you, copper!"
Josiah's countenance grew into a mixture of anger and surprise and he wasn't sure what to say. Pull the trigger and he was a murderer. Don't pull the trigger and this was going to go on. This was his first case outside of a training mission and he was handling it a lot better than he anticipated. But only slightly. Nothing can truly prepare you for the field. That's what they always tell you. It wasn't that Josiah didn't believe that but he also didn't believe that he'd experience that field on his first day.
Taking the rag that Darkgloom had handed to her, Quex wrapped her own leg wound quickly and tightly, doing it with such speed that it was quite obvious she had done it before. If she was concerned about mixing blood with the insane brute, it didnt show. Her body was battered, but shed taken worse for longer. Though her own willpower was not inconsiderable Quex didn't bother to keep the smirk off her face as Darkgloom raved. Maybe the name was just ironic?
She pushed Josiah's gun away from Darkgloom's eye. "Killing them while we fight is sort of okay, executing our prisoners is notno matter how much more sense it makes. This has been told to me many, many times."
Josiah, defeated in more ways than one, but not out, let go of Darkgloom and let her drop to the floor. He knew he only had a few bullets left and wanted them to count in the event she moved. Hopefully, a little perseverance training would come in handy when it came to gun-holding arm extensions.
Running her hand down the magic bracer, Quex shrugged, "Besides, we're even."
Darkgloom frowned, "You steal my stuff and a punch in the face makes us even? You're no fun. Where's the brooding rage? The dark avenger, my shadow of the night?"
The willowy woman looked at Josiah and fluttered her eyelashes, despite his threat of violence not moments ago, "Are you my Grimdark Vengence of the Night, who shall best me in single combat and ravish me as his prize? I could use a good ravishing you know, wink wink nudge nudge.
The comment caused Josiah to actually draw Darkgloom with his eyes. He caught himself making his way along her body and shook his head of it with a side-glance over to Quex for reasons only a man attracted to a woman, who may have just witnessed him check out another woman, would know.
"Tell ya what, have a spin on this," Josiah regained composure and removed his second pistol from its holster, holding it up like a middle finger, "and see how good a ravishing it can give you. Wink wink nudge nudge."
If Darkgloom was dissapointed or deterred by the response, it didn't immediately show, but Quex pulled the woman up again, seeking to stop the banter before it escalated again.
Slapping Darkgloom across the face with her spiked gauntlet, Quex asked, "Where is Horton?"
In a rather bored and not excited or manic voice so detached from her previous raving, Darkgloom sighed, "Well Mrs. Killjoy, hes on the left. Hole'd up with his precious proximity explosives."
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Quex glanced down at her leg. The entire apendage was flexed, Quex using her own muscles to keep the wound closed. It boardered on the physically impossible, but Quex didn't pay it anymind.
"Fit to fight." she responded to Josiah.
Some of the glassiness faded from Darkgloom's eyes and the brute looked around again, then at her leg before reaching a hand out.
Absently, Quex reached down to grab the woman's forearm while looking for Skulls.
A brackish cloud and a bright green flash distorted Quex's vision as Darkgloom pulled something out of Quex and into herself. The cuts on the brute's face filled in, and her leg stopped bleeding. The brute untied the torniquet and handed the rags to Quex, who stumbled against a crate.
"Ah. Much better. Thanks love."
Quex punched Darkgloom in the face. -
"Owwie, ow, ow ow!" Darkgloom whined as she found herself landing hard on her leather clad butt. The sudden stop from moving really quickly had her head spinning.
She took the rag from Josiah and began to wrap her leg up, except that she couldn't seem to get it right. Stupid spinning fuzzy head. Owwie...
Except for that one Skull/Troll thing, Darkgloom's hirlings were dispatched, most of them with injuries that would prevent them from holding weapons or engaging in street gang activities for a long time. Approaching the group, Quex watched Darkgloom fumble with the rags before she sighed and reached down to do it herself.
"Clipped artery. Needs doctor." Quex said as she fastened the rag as a torniquet. "Wish Kasoh was here. Probably hitting on Cat-fed. Figures."
Quex also removed the shield producing bracer and replaced one of her spiked gauntlets with the magical device. She put away her Vanguard sword and waited to see if Abbie could retrieve the escaped criminal. -
The Kheldian was good. Emily couldn't get a good shot in at those other hooligans at all. And they still apparantly had no such problems. Moving the shield again, Darkgloom was beginning to think that maybe magical invulnrability powers would have been a better choice. Didn't need to make the kind of decisions like Claw to the face, or bullet to the kneecap.
Dropping down onto her knees, She caught one of Josiah's bullets on her shield, but another pierced her leg, blood gushing from the wound. She cried out, only to have her voice muffled by the giant fist of the Kheldian.
Putting her hand over the leg wound, Emily felt...odd. She assumed it was the psychic somehow, but knowing where it came from didn't change how he was affecting her brain chemistry.
"Okay, okay! I give up. Surrender, white flag, quit whatever."
The black shield flickered and winked out of existance, revealing a magical bracer on her arm where it emitted from. Darkgloom then began to apply more pressure to her leg.
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Several more Skulls were crippled and arrested and Quex had began to rise past her previous wounds when she heard the growl. Quex glanced up at the charging...Troll? Strange. Still, charging opponents were some of her favorites. She growled in return and gave him a come hither motion.
She waited until the last possible second, then spun out of rampaging man's path, the tip of her sword scouring the ground as she brought the blade up low, aiming to take the man's leg off at the knee.
Without waiting to see how that attack fared, she swung her Vangaurd sword at the man's back, aiming to sever his spine. -
The Thigh High Boots, circa 2005, September 22, 1612 in the afternoon.
Circa 2007 November 09, 2251
What I'm seeing, is that the new boots, (if indeed those are the new ones and not my mind playing tricks) is that they are much closer to the leg at the top. Could be the higher resolution.
From Live, today.
I'm trying really hard to see the difference, and now I'm not sure if I'm seeing it because I want to, or someother reason, but five years of the same costume.
Completely unrelated,
Stepping into the Wayback machine, you used to be able to apply the leg patterns to both the thigh/tops of the pants and the boot portion This is using a grey blend on white pants, attempting to give it a dirty look. We can't apply patterns to the bottom of pants anymore. or at least I'm missing how. -
Emily Darkgloom noted that more heroes were turning their attentions to her. They didnt seem the type to get close, which meant she would have to expand her circle of defense. Believing heavily in showmanship, She tossed her hair and made her move.
Her taunting smile twisted into a sneer when her head throbbed in pain. A lot stronger than the Fortunatas pumped out. Bullets whizzed by her head, and she barely got her shield in the way in time, the mental pain slowing her reflexes, why, they probably could have seen the shield move.
The cloud of darkness that she had summoned dissipated, clearing the vision of the halls occupants. Pointing her arm, Darkgloom launched a giant spectral skull at Dreg.
Crates and plates of metal turned into fortifications had seemed like a fantastic idea a few hours ago, but when all she wanted to do was jump over the impressive Kheldian and smash the face of that psychic, her options were becoming limited.
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Quex got shot at quite a bit. It was not an unexpected outcome of her chosen profession, and she had created a few techniques that helped her not get perforated. Turning her family blade to its side, she held it diagonally from shoulder to hip to catch most of the well aimed bullets.
Of course, when fear powers were at work, there was no such thing as a well aimed bullet. Most of the shots would go wild, but her step staggered when her leg was shot. She tried not to dwell on the pain, and partially succeededreleasing her pain in a guttural curse in her native language. She corrected her charge and brought the sword down on a Skulls arm, severing the limb at the elbow. She kicked the screaming man towards the pile of arrest tags and lunged for the next nearest. -
Darkgloom threw herself backwards, slamming her back into the wall to avoid Warpshrouds claws. She prevented having her head slapped around, but two jagged cuts appeared on her face and the woman gave a snakelike hiss. Keeping her shield up, the villain threw herself into a barrage of punches against the Kheldian.
Quex let Josiah help her up, then she ripped herself free from several of the murky black tentacles that were clinging to her. Most of them were taking liberties that Quex was decidedly not comfortable with.
Quote:She didnt know exactly what a heffa was, she assumed it was some new curse word or derogatory label. At the moment she couldnt disagree. Still, she wanted to recover a bit more before running in and getting beat up by that woman. Eyeing the Skulls that were currently cowering in fear, Quex stood next to Dreg."Dreg seems to be handling the Skulls well. If he can keep that up, we can turn in on this heffa over there," Josiah nodded towards Darkgloom, "and help Warpshroud bring her down."
Ill finish off the Skulls.
Plucking a drawstring bag from her belt, Quex opened it and tossed several arrest tags onto the floor. Just grab one when you want the pain to stop. Drawing her Vanguard sword, it activated with a snap-hiss and she ran into the pack of terriried gang members.
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Tenpenny may have been a stupid and ambitious thug, but Irene doubted she could get away with calling him illiterate. Pulling a fallen bookshelf off of a desk, she shoved several handfuls of books off of the cheap presswood desk.
There was nothing spectacular or enlightening about his choice of reading material though. Popular fiction and self help books. She uncovered his computer after another minute, rolling her eyes at the monitors fatal gunshot wound.
Its 2010 for gods sake, do people still not know how computers work?
Grabbing the desktop tower, Irene took it into the main room where Kasoh was taking samples from the body.
Give me your palmpilot.
Its not a palmpilot. Kasoh said, handing over the large touchpad computer.
Youre one of those people, arent you?
Im sure I dont know what you mean.
One of those my computing platform is far superior than yours people. She pulled the side of the tower off and connected Kasohs computer to Tenpennys harddrive.
Im not so into factions anymore. Kasoh replied, looking down at his medical device. Found some traces of negative energy. Magic origin, best as I can tell. Looks like Tenpenny was starting to become a Bone Daddy.
Tapping through several folders, Irene frowned, It would be more helpful if you could find out where hes been in the past 24 hours.
Im a doctor, not this Hurlock Sholmes guy, you know.
Sherlock Holmes.
Whatever.
Kasoh looked up from the body and watched Irene tap on the computer. Her tail twitched every few seconds or so and Kasoh watched it. He had never really been a Lekku kind of guy, but but that was going to get him in trouble if he kept it up.
Check his web browser history. He offered -
Looking up at Warpshroud and her complete immovability, Darkgloom slowly maneuvered herself to put her back to a wall, to limit the angles of attack. The other heroes were focusing on the Skulls, which made her happy to know that those useless twits had some uses.
Still, that left the problem of the Kheldian in front of her. Keeping her shield high, Darkgloom lashed out with a quick series of punches infused with negative energy. Cross, uppercut, cross, a sickingly quick combination.
After that combo, she shook her hand befor closing it back into a fist.
"Ah, its like punching a brick wall, darling." Still, She was confidant that as long as it remained one vee one she would be the victor.
Quex leapt over a crate, her sword flashing brightly as she tried to bring it down on Darkgloom's head. Darkgloom did block it, but the impact dropped the brute to her knees. Quex tried to follow through, but with that preternatural quickness, Darkgloom was back on her feet.
"La Blue Girl or Lovecraft?" Darkgloom asked as a throng of dark tentacles sprung from her hand, wrapping around Quex. Three more quick punches bloodied the swordwoman's face and a kick sent Quex tumbling back.
Satisfied, Darkgloom attempted to turn her shield back to Warpshroud.