Khellendrosiic

There was a bright flash in the large room and suddenly a large group of villains appeared at one end of the giant table.

"God damn it, again!" Toy shouted and shook his fist at the sky. "Damn those teleport matrix technicians and their love of illogical equations and stop-gap repair measures!"

"Hey, turkey," Ghoul said before grabbing a seat next to Prikker.

"Oh yes, this is the holiday these Americans have," Archlich said to himself. "Thanksgiving, I believe. Before you eat you are supposed to give thanks for something in your life."

"I'm sick of all these racist holidays," Toy muttered as he grabbed a seat anyway. "It's like nobody back when they were made had heard of robots that couldn't eat."

"Doesn't mean you can't do the thanks part," Ghoul said as he heaped some turkey and mashed potatoes on his plate. "Cause I am thankful for my ability to [censored] kick [censored]."

"I'm sure something a little less, self serving, would be better," Archlich said dryly as he took a seat next to Toy Dispenser.

"Oh, right," Ghoul said, slightly chagrined. He seemed to think for a moment before he grinned.

"I'm thankful for all these extra-dimensional tournament things that let me beat the crap out of all sorts of people."

"Heh," Toy said. "I'm thankful for easy contracts that pay good."

"I am thankful for the eternal blessing of magic," Archlich said as he took a bit of applesauce and seemed to sniff at it.

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"AND LET US ALL BE THANKFUL FOR THE GREAT JUSTICE THAT WE ALL DISPENSE!" Wielder said to the other people seated at the table with him and then took off his helmet and dug in.

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"I'm so freaking thankful for being friends with the two weirdest people in the world," Solid Shot said as he flipped through the dollar bills in his hands. "And I'm damned thankful for the guy that wanted to build a camera into my head."

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Lord Netharak took a sip of some red liquid out of a cup and then looked at the remains of the owners of this house.

"I am thankful that human blood tastes so good," he said before taking another sip.

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"I just [censored] thankful all you guys would sit down at a table and be quiet for ten minutes," Captain Farfield said as he glared at the other Crab Spider's of his unit. "Now let's eat, we've got patrol in an hour."

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What an odd custom, Chertak said as he watched the human television broadcasts about this 'Thanksgiving'. The consumption of a certain type of fowl combined with offering up thanks to their gods.

The humans are quite odd, sir, replied a Guardian that was watching the TV with Chertak.

I suppose I shall always be thankful that the humans have yet to wipe us out, the Warmaster said musingly. What about you?

I am thankful that I was chosen to become a full Rikti, the Guardian replied.

Chertak nodded knowingly and resumed watching the TV.

"Well this is interesting," Toy remarked as no less than seven Consumed's charged him. "Thankfully, my tricks work more than once."

Lightning surging down his arms, Toy flung both hands out formed cages of electricity around the dark brutes. Since they were somewhat clumped together, all of them were affected and held in place.

"Hey look boys," Toy said as he pulled up his pulse rifle and took aim. "Target practice."

Toy fired a standard triple burst at the lead Consumed while the rest of his bots fired missiles, photon grenades, and full auto laser blasts. Well, only Mini Bot fired a rippling laser burst. Toy Bot opened wide the nozzels at the end of its cannons that directed the plasma and fired off a wave of the stuff instead of two bolts. Small Toy took aim and fired at the same Consumed that Toy had targeted.

Archlich cackled as the Consumed multiplied and charged. He had been giving Blightlord too little credit.

Drawing two runes into the air on either side of him, Archlich gathered the ice and frost in his hands before he threw them up into the air all around him. Every ally touched by the frost would suddenly grow a thick coating of ice that would deflect some blows while every enemy that was touched by it would be slowed. The nexus of the spell rested on the Consumed that rushed Archlich, only to be blown back by a wave of energy generated by a sweep of the lich's hand.

"Ah!" said the old man as Lyden came out of the trees. "There he is!"

Standing up a bit straighter, the old man dusted off his dirty white lab coat and bowed toward Lyden, sweeping off his bowler hat as he did so.

"So very pleased to meet the both of you," he said. "I am the Dark Animator, one of the many rebels opposed to the Overmagus Archlich and his cravenly lot of misfits. My companions and I have been sent here to rescue you two and bring you to our commander."

"METAHUMANS ARE GENERALLY CONSIDERED TO BE EVIL!" shouted Wielder. "IF YOU WERE TO WANDER AROUND, A SERVANT OF THE OVERMAGUS WOULD DEAL SWIFT FALSE-JUSTICE TO YOU!"

"What my companion is saying, if you may forgive his enthusiasm, is that the world is not kind to those of our particular abilities," Animator said as he rose back up, the clear plastic is his blast goggles reflecting the sun in a brief flash. "And yes, it is quite plain what you both are."

And just as suddenly the scenery changed into that of a vast throne room, with Archlich standing just in front of a great throne carved from obsidian and interlayed with gold and silver filigree. The lich did not sit in it, instead he just looked at Acid, locking stares.

"Because they deserve it," Archlich said, acid dripping from his tone. "Humanity deserves punishment and the punishment is now. At the least, we can agree that my race has perpetuated untold horrors for our age."

Both walls to the left and right became slideshows, riffling past scenes of war, devastation, and death. The death camps of World War 2, the great blood soaked trenches of World War 1, the ruined cities of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Yet more images rolled past, most of them of even earlier times, displaying massacres and the results of single murderers.

"I have lived through all of this, Acid Zero," Archlich said as he continued to stare into the not-lizard's eyes. "I have watched, I have witnessed, and I have been appalled. The sheer fact that as a whole, humanity is cursed with short sightedness. They think only of the here and now, ignoring the did or the could be. This has led to mistakes that could have been prevented by avoiding similar mistakes that were made throughout history. This has led to mistakes that could have catastrophic consequences to future generations."

The throne room was gone, replaced with the office that Acid had conjured up. Archlich was still standing, but behind him was now a portrait of an old, leather bound book.

"I know that is was selfish of me," the lich said as he finally looked away, staring up at the ceiling instead. "But before I can lead this race into glory, I must first purge myself of my hatred for it. Toying with their lives and ruining their civilization helps me with this."

Then Archlich smirked, his jaw twisting upwards, and he beckoned at Acid.

"But come, surely you of all beings can figure out what I intend to do after I am done indulging myself. Or do you, as with so many others, believe that I shall do nothing more than drive humanity, my own species, into death?"

There was a bright flash of light and suddenly Acid and Kefetasura were standing on a featureless white plane. The ground they stood on seemed to stretch on and on and eventually bend upward until it formed the sky. A bubble of ones and zeroes surrounded Acid, a physical representation of his mono-shield. Just outside of the bubble stood Archlich.

"I wondered when you would come here," Archlich said right off the bat. "With the limited reach of the Malleus Mundi I knew there was no hope of eliminating you and your troublesome allies from the time line."

Archlich frowned, the edges of his jaw twisting downward like actual lips would. This being a realm of the mind, physical limitations didn't mean much.

"And you will notice that I have tried to penetrate your shield," he continued with a vague gesture to the ones and zeroes floating in the air. "Your technology is generally better than anything of my own and my area of expertise lies not in the mind. I delegate those tasks to others."

The lich put his hands behind him and started walking around the outside of the shield, his black, rune edged cape fluttering out behind him.

"We have as much time here as we wish, Acid Zero. What occurs here occurs in the space between seconds. So be as long winded as you wish when you answer my question."

Slowing his walk to a stop, Archlich turned toward Acid and spread his arms wide in an inqusitive gesture.

"Why are you here? And if my assumption is correct, why do you wish to put things back the way they were?"

"Thuel, is it?" said the black haired man sitting at the large, paper strewn desk.

General Jack, or Outlaw Jack to his fellow Soul Sworn knew him as, set down the latest report from the Oranbegan front and motioned for the Secret Policeman to take a seat in one of the hardbacked chairs set in front of the desk.

After Thuel sat, General Jack steepled his fingers and gave the cyborg a good hard look.

"So you're the one Feliks is assigning to hunt those subversives?" Jack asked and then continued on without pause. "I've read through your record. Exemplary duty, fifty seven confirmed rebel kills, only thirty nine collateral kills. Fairly impressive in this day and age."

Shuffling some papers aside, Jack extricated a single piece and handed it to Thuel.

"Those are your requisition orders signed by myself. You need anything, you can walk up to any armory or supply dump, show them this paper, and you can have whatever you want. I'd suggest keeping the use of biological weapons to a minimum, though. Those really don't look good in the Sunday paper."

Standing up, Jack walked over to the wall opposite the large window that faced the Edge of the World and rapped his knuckle against a large map. The map shuddered slightly and than seemed to shrink as it zoomed in on a point on the outskirts of Paragon City in the former United States.

"Portal University," he said. "We've gotten a report from there regarding people who look like the one's you're after. Go on down to the Overmagus' private airfield, there's a Concord waiting to take you to Paragon. You should arrive within half an hour. Get going and God speed."

OOC: Third time's the charm, lol. Xey, since you're actually paying attention to this thread, toss a PM to Tomanton and tell him to come and respond to what's about to happen. Tell him I said that whatever he's said before is being disregarded. >_> I need to get you people moving.

*glares pointedly at Devious*

BIC: "Why hello there, young fellow," the old man said to the winged man ((Can't remember his name, sorry.)). "I believe my friends and I are here to rescue you."

"BUT WHERE IS THE OTHER ONE!?!" boomed the large, armor plated man wielding an old blood stained lead pipe. "I THOUGHT THERE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TWO!"

"Calm yourself, Wielder," the old man said with a thin smile. "My servants have already informed me that the second one is watching, perhaps unknowing of our purpose. Maybe if you put away your weapons he would come out."

"There could be enemies about," said one of the rebels cautiously. "A split second could be the difference between life and death."

"Worry not," the old man said with a more genial grin. "We'll be fine."

Grumbling to himself, the rebel slid his two automatic pistols into their hip holsters. The other four rebels placed their rifles and submachine guns in special carriers on their backs or under their arms while Wielder slid his pipe into a leather strap hanging from his waist.

"Now then, let's see what we can do about getting out of here," the old man said quietly as the six odd looking robots at his back slowly walked away from the light forest that they were on the edge of.

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((Acid is currently at the edge of the palace complex. The entire complex is walled from the outside and ten gates are set around it. The complex is mainly full of well artitechtured administrative buildings that are generally active at any time of the day or night. The center of the palace, an area of about five hundred yards in diameter, is taken up by the giant tower, the Edge of the World, and the mansion/office that lies around it. Three armories are built into the ground around the edges of the clear area whose entrances are massively armored doors leading into underground vaults. Barrackses for each of the different armies are also there, as well as the headquarters for each part of the Triumverate. It is rumored that the Secret Police headquarters is in there as well, but no one really knows.

However, the first fifty meters around each gate is absent of structures. Two disguised pillboxes also face the gates from across these flat areas.))

"There's the *click breathe* 'Blood Rider', Short Iron."

"Well as I live and breathe, he looks exactly like the old coot. No wonder he got so damn far."

"The Overmagus will be *click breathe* pleased that his new security *click breathe* measures worked."

"Indeed he will. So anyway, let's give our guest a waaaaarm Western style welcome."

The heavy metal gate in front of Acid's car finally rolled aside, splitting down the middle and revealing eight figures standing in his path. One of them was short, almost abnormally so, and seemed to be wearing bright green and black armor. Next to him was a man dressed up as an old Western cowboy with the addition of a thick cloth that obscured his mouth and chin.

As soon as the doors ratcheted open all the way, the cowboy let out a whoop and snapped up two advanced looking pistols toward Acid's car. The six other thugs around him did the same. They opened fire with a blistering barrage of magically enhanced lead, each bullet enchanted with a different type of elemental damage. The green armored figure just lifted up his right arm and blasted a beam of barely contained radiation to add to the attack.

With a dull roar, twenty Steel Troopers rocketed over the wall and landed in either side of Acid's car, careful to remain out of the way of any stray shots. Their cannon arms snapped up and blazed plasma at their target.

Welcome to the Edge of the World, Atomic Firecracker thought. Enjoy the view before we push you off.

"Oh my eyes," Toy Dispenser said lazily as the flashbang exploded. Even with the very brief warning, Toy's sensors were able to compensate for the sudden increase in light, keeping him from being adversely affected.

"Let's add a little illumination of our own," he said as thick arcs of electricity began crackling over his body.

"One flambe, coming up," Combat Toy said as pitons set into the back of its ankles stabbed into the ground, bracing the assault bot so when it fired its missiles.

The incendiary missiles roared out from their racks and shot straight at the Consumed and at the ground around him. The flames would keep anyone from going through the doorway for a bit, but they would also keep anything on the other side from coming at them. Unless they were immune to fire or some such thing.

"Let us end this quickly," Archlich said loudly as he pointed a finger at the Consumed, a bright light slowly growing at the tip of it.

The rest of Toy's bots pulled back, trying to avoid flooding the target area with their fire and possibly injuring allies.

Who ya gonna call?

Ghost Busters!

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Solid: >_> I'unno. Maybe the ghost wanted us to go to Conneticut or where ever.

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Emry: "Don't be stupid. Ghost's hate Connecticut."

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Oh lawd it's Emry. We're all doomed. He and Essex shall slay us all to increase their power.

HEAD FOR THE HILLS, LADS!

aka Welcome to the boards, yo!

"I hate it when he does that," Toy Dispenser said mildly as Acid thumped to the ground. Most likely he was doing that twenty-two second I'm-immune-to-the-poison-now thing he did so well. It would be very handy to have that sort of mechanism to fight off the latest brand of computer viruses.

"Anyway," he said to the group at large. "While the lizard is down and out, we should at least get a scouting expedition going. And I would also suggest that those of us relying on firepower other than our own check our supply routes to see if reinforcements can make it here."

Toy knew that his normal method of deployment, orbital drop capsules, wouldn't work where ever they were. But thankfully he had modified, with the help of several captured scientists, the teleporter matrix of his manufactory to teleport to one of his beacons even if he was in another dimension. There were some screwy laws regarding how long its reach was, but effectively he could get reinforcements anywhere as long as the beacon had enough time to complete the transfer of energy.

"Small Toy," Toy said abruptly, and the flat grey battle drone snapped to attention.

"Go and scout things out a bit. Not too far. Just about a hundred meters."

"Yes, sir," the drone said quietly before its edges blurred and the drone faded from sight.

Panels opened up all around Small Toy's head, making it appear as though it had a frill. But this was not decorative nor made to impress mates. Instead, the frill contained a sophisticated sensor suite that rivaled Toy's in performence. This, combined with the cloaking device and the high powered particle beam rifle, made Small Toy a highly effective scout and assassin. Of course these devices, while powerful and handy, were not that well armored in order to preserve the battle drone's quickness and maneuverability.

But for the moment, fragility was at the back of Toy's mind as he watched Small Toy, now reduced to a mere outline in his vision, carefully walk through the dust of the zombies while scanning every rock, pebble, and cranny it could see.

OOC: *blink* Uhhh...Laz? If you want to join, would you mind talking with me first? The story is completely open still, of course, I just want to know how you're going to fit into things. Especially if there's anything about the new world that needs to be explained in your introduction.

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"Of course." Emry said, his eyes resting on her again. "...What else would you expect 'Marvin Gardens' to mean?"


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Solid: >_> I'unno. Maybe the ghost wanted us to go to Conneticut or where ever.

"Oh god damn it," Toy said as he put slapped his face with one hand, making a harsh metallic ringing sound. "If I had a dollar for every bozo who said that I wouldn't leave this place alive, I'd have-"

"$13.50," Toy Bot interuppted.

"Right right," Toy said. "I'm sure some of the capes here could outrank me in that, but still......ugh."

"Let's just blow this place to hell and leave," Combat Toy grunted.

"A fine plan," Archlich replied. "But that leaves out the fact that Blightlord, as infantile as he may be, is extremely powerful."

The lich spun around and faced the rest of the group, giving them all an equal glare from his blue glowing eyesockets.

"But despite how much I would prefer not to acknowledge this, most of you here are quite powerful in your own right. We should have no trouble disposing of the uppity necromancer and returning to our true businesses."

"Half of which would probably include them jumping you, Archlich," Toy said half sarcastically.

"O-of course, ma'am," said the armored rebel as he carefully snatched Rosie out of the air and backed a few steps away from Bear. He nodded once at Cortianna and then strarted sprinting away from the two toward the exit of the underground passageways.

"Medic!" he screamed over his comm. "We need a medic at Exit Point Theta NOW! The Hound is down! I repeat, the Hound is down! Move it!"

Once the rebel reached the outside, he would find no less than all three of the senior medics that operated out of the base. One of them was a qualified civilian surgeon and the other two were highly experience battlefield medics. Under their care, Rosie would hopefully be fine.

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Acid and Kefetasura made it all the way to the palace gates, a feat unheard of ever before. But that was where their luck ran out.

"One minute, sir Blood Rider," the skeletal trooper said as he leaned out of his guard box. "The computer refused to scan your ID. I'll have to restart it, which will take a minute or two. I apoligize for the inconvenience."

Stepping back into the guard box, the armored skeleton gave the flashing red X over the fake ID a glare and reached for his telephone.

"Soul Sworn HQ? Yes, I'm sorry to disturb you," he said, careful to keep his voice pitched low and remain out of the sight of the driver's window of Acid's car. "We have a disturbance at Gate 4. An intruder, presumed armed and dangerous. Yes, I know that is impossible, but the computers do not lie. Very good, sir. Yes, sir. They should have about forty seconds to arrive before the intruder gets suspicious. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

With a muffled click, the soldier hung up the phone and waited.

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At the very last moment as the elevator device began to descend, Vern would sense a mind heading toward the hallway that the storage closet was in. The mind seemed very annoyed, as though he was being dragged from somewhere of more importance to check up on something that probably wasn't wrong in the first place.

If the man kept going in the direction he was going, he'd soon see Essex and whoever else stayed behind standing outside the closet.

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There was a click and a harsh breathing sound reminiscent of Darth Vader. But the voice that spoke was a bit less evil sounding.

"You ready to go, *click, breathe* Short Iron?"

"Imma ready as I'll ever be," said a voice that sounded like it could have come straight out of an old Western movie. "And the boys are itching for a good fight."

"*click, breathe* Let's get going then."

"Righto, Atomic. Let's go kick us some rebel [censored]."

"In- *click, breathe* -deed."

OOC: ..........

I just realized that I've forgotten what everyone was doing and I can't seem to understand your posts at the moment. >_<

Someone mind posting a brief summary of what's happened since I last post?

A shimmering shield appeared around Essex, absorbing the dark energy blast before collapsing upon itself. From up near the front lines, Toy lowered his arm and looked over at Darkstorm.

"Watch your fire, kid!" he shouted. "Blow anyone except a zombie to pieces and you'll be looking down the business end of my gun!"

Harrumhping to himself, Toy turned back toward the zombies in time to recieve a blast of acid vomit right across his chest, obliterating the red and yellow star that adorned it. Wiping some of the remaining stuff off quickly with one hand, Toy fried the offending zombie with a blast of Mu lightning.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be defending me?" Toy said sarcastically as he surveyed his troops.

"Not paid enough," Mini Bot quipped as it dodged one clumsy blow from a zombie, repaying the attack tenfold by ripping the zombie's head off with a quick snatch and grab of its three fingered claws.

"We are not paid at all," Toy Bot said disapprovingly as it recoiled from an acid blast and retaliated by smashing the zombie into the ground with a plasma bolt. "And we are not supposed to be. We are robots."

"The boss gets paid," Mini Bot replied as it ducked, allowing Small Toy to core the zombie in front of it through the head. "And he's a robot. So why can't we?"

"Just shut up and kill stuff, twerp!" Combat Toy roared as it exchanged blow after blow with the zombies surrounding it. But for every acid scar or dent that the assault bot recieved, it sent another zombie flying through the air.

One such zombie almost landed on Large Toy before the three orbiting Buzzsaw drones sawed it to pieces. The chunks slapped into the ground on either side of the protector bot as it projected a stream of nanites at Combat Toy, healed a majority of its wounds.

"At least we're all not slaves or anything," Block Bot sighed as it looked forlornly at the broken stub of its left arm, shattered in blocking a particularly vicious attack. The wounding zombie has fallen a moment later when a photon grenade took it in the face, but for now the bot could only fire its weapons, the nanite beam having been contained in its left arm.

"Anyone got some explosives?" Toy asked moments before the rain of arrows fell from the sky. Zombies died and were flung every which way.

"That works!" Toy shouted behind him, giving Bear a thumbs up.

"A good idea," Archlich rasped as he stepped aside from a charging zombie. A simple flick of his finger sent the pathetic undead tumbling to the ground, it's balance gone.

The ancient lich ignored the zombie now as his attention turned on the main fight. Shaking his shoulders to unkink his cape, the mage quickly drew a trio of runes in the air, his fingers moving almost in a blur.

"Feel the chill of true undeath!" Archlich shouted triumphantly as his spell shot out from the runes that created it.

Arctic winds swirled around the center of the zombie horde, anchored on a particularly dark skinned monstrosity. The chilling winds would be unfelt by his allies but would cake the joints of the zombies with frost and snow, slowing their already extremely slow movement. This would enable those with area attacks, such as Combat Toy's missiles to effect the whole bunch more easily than before.

"You have come to face us only to die twice!" the lich announced as he threw a bolt of pure magical energy at the horde, blowing one zombie completely away and staggering its surrounding fellows.

OOC: Ok guys, I'm a little hesitant about my characters right now. In Final Fight, none of my guys were really level 50, since they hadn't gotten their patron powers yet. Now that I'm in a big battle scene RPing Archlich and Toy as true level 50s and using the non-cannon 'upgrades' to Toy's bots, I'm a bit worried about any potential to lose my previous balance.

If you guys think I'm going overboard now or at any time in the future, please let me know. I really prefer keeping control of myself in regards to my characters' abilities.

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Nothing Can Fly - Story of the Year

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The first thing I thought when I listened to this and started hearing the words was Solid Shot singing this about Essex's situation.

.....or something. >_> I don't know. Random thoughts there. <_<

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Acid Rain - Liquid Tension Experiment

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And this one.....makes me think of Solid engaged in some chase scene against some Crey in this big run and gun battle until he has to sneak around for a bit and listen to the bad guy's evil plans and then he dashes in there and kicks major [censored].


I'm in a heroic mood today, I think.

Toy would have blinked if he could have at the triple shocks of something slamming into his chest, a wave of goo washing over him, and a zombie army attacking out of nowhere. As it was, he could just pause for a moment and then react.

"Hey Arc Jump," he started off with as his hand shot forward and arcs of lightning flew off it to wrap around the legs of a large group of zombies, immobilizing them. "Essex is in the back. You mind killing some zombies?"

"THAT WAS SO GROSS!" Mini Bot shouted out in disgust as it shook itself like a dog, trying to get most of the [censored] off its formerly pristine red armor. " I am SO going to kick Blightlord in the nuts for that!"

"Save your complaining for AFTER we're done killing zombies," Large Toy replied as it launched a trio of seeker drones that whirred loudly as their trio of thin metal arms began spinning rapidly, turning the three devices into flying buzzsaws useful for cutting through exposed flesh.

"Or maybe they'll kill us," Block Bot said despondently as it fired a laser burst that tore into the chest of one zombie and ripped the arm off the one behind it.

"Not as long as the force bubble holds up," Toy Bot said as its four thin legs stabbed into the ground forcefully. It's arm cannons swung and aimed at the zombies and began steadily firing blasts that looked like they came from a Rikti Disruptor rifle. The effects on the zombies were about the same as well.

"They should die pretty easily," Small Toy said quietly as it's right arm unfolded into a bipod laser rifle that quickly sent a brilliant blue and purple beam lancing through a long line of undead. Unforetunately, the zombies had no vital areas, so the sniper attack would not do much. This didn't keep Small Toy from firing, though.

"Just shut up and shoot!" Combat Toy roared as it bulled into the mass of electrified zombies. Gigantic black fists smashed and crushed while torso mounted plasma cannons spewed firey death at whatever happened to be in front of them.

"Your toys certainly seem to be enjoying their 'upgrades'," Archlich said dryly as he wringed out his black robe. Any zombies coming near the lich would find themselves almost casually blown away by an explosion of energy. This wouldn't do much damage, but it certainly kept the zombies distracted as many of their number fell into the ranks of those yet to reach combat range.

"Wrap it up, people," Toy said as he twirled his finger in the air, his bots forming up around him. "Let's just follow the people that might know what the hell is going on and get this over with. I've got a job at eight and I don't want to be late for it."

The small group of robots and lich headed off toward Burning and his family.

<3 Solid and scared Essex.

On a side note: Essex, your PM box is full. Again. >_> I suggest cleaning it out.

"It is not my 'style' to summon a large number of enemies to one location and then attempt to destroy them all in one fell swoop. That only works in the movie and fairy tales, and not even then half the time," Archlich scoffed, ignoring Schizo and the others for the moment. "I would rather suspect the entity you call Blightlord, since all those assembled here are without a doubt enemies of him in some way."

"Except for Schizophrenias," Toy added.

"Except for the incarnation of insanity, yes," Archlich said, finally deigning to look at the others. "Oh joy. It appears he brought both living hallucinations and the construct to keep the naive one company."

"How forward thinking of him," Toy said dryly. "Now would you stop pissing everyone off? I really don't want to have to shoot people right now."

"Very well," Archlich conceeded. "After all, we shall probably have to work with one another to defeat him. Again."

"So how'd she take it?"

"How did who take what?"

"You know, Ghost Widow. How did she take the whole 'Oh my god you didn't actually make me human!' bit?"

"Heh. She took it better than I expected."

"Whoop her [censored]?"

"For lack of a better term: Yes."

"That's my main lich."

And then all of a sudden.....

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"Aw hell not you people again," Toy said, exasperated, as he backpedaled from the Burning family, pulse rifle assembled and ready within seconds. You never knew when a hero would remember that you were a villain and take umbrage at that.

"Wait...weren't we just recharging?" Combat Toy asked confusedly as it looked around.

"I smell another random fight-to-the-death thing," Mini Bot said as it backed up next to Toy.

"You cannot smell," Toy Bot replied as it's repulsor cannons snapped up and scanned the competition.

"Whatever," Mini Bot shot back as the other bots formed up around their boss.

"Burning Brawler," Archlich said with an audible hiss, crossing his arms and ruffling his black cape a bit. "How interesting to find you here. What happened? One of your attempts at spell craft backfire on you?"

"Now's not to test the patience of the nice heroes," Toy said warningly to Archlich. "Not when they have us outnumbered."

>_> <_< >_>

If it's cause you like Solid, he's mine.

Although she did portray him just about perfectly.

Solid suggests shooting the entire room with bullets to make sure no stalker is hiding there. Or popping a couple of yellows.