Khellendrosiic

OOC: Never trust people to do thing the way you want them done. >_>

BIC: Sighing in exasperation, the lich pulled the large feather he had found earlier out from under his breastplate and extended it to the detective.

"Examine this," Archlich said. "I have not yet had the time to investigate it for myself and perhaps your equipment will yield answers my magic may not, however much I doubt."

Turning away, Archlich started walking back to the front of the laboratory.

"WOOOO!" shouted Mini Bot as it jumped up and down. "So cool!"

"Cool, right," Toy said as he touched down. "Come on, Mini, bed time. That goes for you too, Combat Toy."

"Awww..." Mini Bot sighed as Toy walked into the house.

Casting a quick look into the pool to make sure Combat Toy wasn't watching, Mini Bot gave Stella a hug around one leg and then dashed inside. Combat Toy, meanwhile, had clomped its way up to the shallow end and was just emerging from the pool, water sheeting off its missile racks and head.

"I hate water," the assault bot muttered as it glared at everyone around it and stomped around the side of the house.

"This is going to be one hell of an interesting vacation," Solid said as he pushed himself away from where he had been leaning against the wall of the house. "See you folks tomorrow."

With a wave goodbye, Solid slipped into the mansion, heading up to his room.

"God friggin' damn it!" Combat Toy shouted as it fell into the water again, sinking down until it hit the bottom right next to Mini Bot again.

This time, the black bot didn't move and just sat there, apparently sulking.

"Someone needs a sense of humour," Toy Dispenser said as the tree threw him about ten feet before his anti-grav system kicked in and halted him in mid-air. "And yes, that was hilarious."

"Son of a [censored]!" Combat Toy shouted, parroting Lily's earlier comment.

The big assault bot hit the water with a tremendous splash, throwing water up onto the pavement around the pool and making two foot high ripples. Combat Toy sunk down to the bottom with Mini Bot and lay there for a moment before surging to its feet and started churning its way to the shallow end.

Toy Dispenser, meanwhile, was doubled over laughing as his plan went off without a major hitch.

Combat Toy also shifted, stepping back with one foot so that Lily and Pyro could see the pool. The robot turned its head to look at Lily and seemed to grin.

"Maybe I'm being clever," it said.

Just then, a wave of pressure pushed on the two villains' backs, propelling them into the water.

Mini Bot waved its arms at Stella frantically and pointed emphatically at the surface of the pool. It's two tentacles spun around as well, boiling up the water behind the robot and shooting bubbles everywhere.

Up on the surface, Toy Dispenser and Combat Toy had moved away from their normal positions and were walking toward Pyro and Lily. The two split off, Toy walking some ways behind them to check on the grill while Combat Toy stomped up right in front of them and looked down on them.

"You two don't look like much," the big bot rumbled.

OOC: >_>

Poor Vik and Bubba, nobody loves them.

OOC: A joint CptCommie and Khellendrosiic production.

BIC: The corner of Smithson and Melangu was strangely empty today. Few people came and went from the butcher's shop which normally had great meat at low, low prices and even less came out of the crack den across the street. It seemed as though the entire area around the knocked over mailbox at the corner of Smithson and Melagu was preparing for a storm to hit. And they knew in advance because this storm always came at the same time every Tuesday and Wendesday without fail.

The strained sounds of Coolio's Gangstas Paradise echoed down Smithson as a mostly powder blue Stanza turned the corner and started driving past the butcher's shop. Now, this was no ordinary old powder blue Stanza. This was a crappy old powder blue Stanza. Where the tiny little boxcar wasn't blue, it was red from rust, and only three of its wheels had rims. The antenna was broken, the upper half dangling down and bouncing off the hood as the car hit a bump in the road and there was no CD player, prompting the rap music to be played out of an old and antique portable tape player that sat in the backseat, wedged between a pair of boxes. The last straw was a pair of fuzzy dice hanging from the rear view mirror.

The Stanza slowly thumped its way to the corner of Smithson and Melangu and pulled into an illegal parking space permitted only to fire engines. The engine ceased its low growl as the driver turned the key and pushed the door open.

Skinny, black haired, and about as pale as a ghost with a musculature to match, Viktor 'Vik' Luther, the III, was dressed to kill in pair of baggy pants held up only by the oversized bullet shaped belt buckle he wore. His long black t-shirt bore the words "Nemesis is my homeboy" on it and a red bandanna was tied around his forehead.

Out of the passenger seat came another prime example of white sub-urbia. William 'Bubba' Robertson was dressed much like his partner Vik with baggy blue jeans that were artfully destroyed by several rips and tears over the knees. Although his pants were held up by a normal sized belt, his bright white t-shirt read "Playa" on the front and had a bright cold coin on the back. A pair of Ray-ban sunglasses sat on his head and shaded his eyes from the sun as he slicked back his messy red hair and scratched at a pimple on his nose.

Thumping the Stanza on its hood for good luck, Bubba walked around to the back and pulled out a soapbox and two stacks of colorful pamphlets. Vik went to the trunk and popped it open, revealing another pair of thin boxes and a pair of trumpet trunks, which he pulled out and carried with him to the corner.

Setting up the soapbox and placing the trombone cases on the ground, Bubba stepped up and opened his mouth, shouting several words that were drowned out by the music still coming from the tape recorder. Swearing, Bubba motioned for Vik to turn the music off, which he did, enabling the other man to keep doing what he was doing.

"Greetings fair people of the Edge!" Bubba shouted, throwing his arms out wide.

"Sup mah Edge homies!" Vik shouted out from just behind and to Bubba's right.

"We bring you the word of Nemesis and all the glories that he can bring you!"

"We be representin' Nemesis and all his peeps, dawgs. Nemesis can hook you up with tight [censored], brothas."

"Nemesis can provide for the safety and security of all people in the Edge as long as you give him your support! He can drive out the Family and bring an end to their black market dealings and drug rings!"

"Nemesis can protect all your alls [censored] as long as you be reppin' Nemesis too! He can school all those Family playa hata's and end all the drug lords and all their crew!"

"All Nemesis needs is you, my fellow Edgenites! Sign up for the Nemesis Army today and bring about a greater future tommorrow!"

"Nemesis just needs all his homies in da projects! Holla at the Nemesis Army today and reap the rewards tomorrow!"

The half hour long speech continued in this vein until Bubba finally ran out of things to say and Vik had given Nemesis Army pamphlets to everyone in sight. The people waiting in their houses just waited until the two undercover Nemesis soldiers left, taking the fear of eventual Family retribution with them.

"FOR GREAT JUSTICE!" Wielder shouted as he dove out of a side passage, barreling into a large group of Rikti and knocking them all sprawling.

"STAND STILL VILE MINIONS OF DARKNESS!" the tanker roared, swinging his mace around wildly as he struggled to distangle himself from the pile of limbs and sharp pointy objects. "THE GREAT DEBATE OF GOOD SHALL NOT BE HELD BACK BY YOUR INEFFECTIVE ARGUEMENTS OF EVIL!"

OOC: And the world facepalmed.

Having waved its arms wildly at anyone that could see it, Mini Bot gave up on hoping for some help out of the pool and sat down dejectedly.

"It's not that deep," Solid told Essex. "I'm sure you'll be fine."

Toy Dispenser, meanwhile, was gesturing Combat Toy over and whispering something into its ear, pointing emphatically at Pyro and Lily every now and then.

We were/are all playing on our new god characters. Following in the vein of Moonscribe and Steel Eclipse.

"I would expect it to be another of those demons or the one known as Jase," Archlich said, barely giving Naga's entrance a glance. "Let us be sure."

Tracing a simple rune into the air, Archlich caused a burst of light to erupt near the tree, revealing everything around it for a few seconds before the spell evaporated.

OOC: >_> Balsk isn't naked. He just doesn't have to wear much.

>_>

I have a big folder full of the beginnings of stories that I wrote during class in high school. And I've also got a couple posted on a website.

"Looks like beef to me," Solid said as he glanced at the demon.

Mentally frowning, Solid shifted his feet and went back to making sure Mini Bot didn't do anything to the pool. Which was pretty easy, as the drone was just stomping around on the pool bottom and waving its arms.

"Greetings, construct, illusion," Archlich said as he stepped out of the shadows, having teleported there when the demon ninjas fled. "My goals shall remain my own, but suffice to say that they align with yours for the time being. Those demons and by extension their master, have done me a great wrong and I shall see them banished for that."

"CANNON BALL!" Mini Bot shouted as it ran at the water and jumped in, curling itself up to hit the water with maximum splashage.

The drone immidiately sank to the bottom but seemed to be having the time of its life regardless.

Combat Toy merely shrugged and stomped off to stand by the wall near the patio door, just watching everyone come and go.

"Boys will be boys," Toy said to Rosie. "Especially if they're big boys with plasma cannons."

"What?" Combat Toy said, suddenly all offended innocence. "I was just saying that I'd help you work off some weight if you do get fat."

"Nice way of saying it, Cassanova," Toy drawled as he tilted his head toward Rosie. "No offense, Rosie. The bots are just working through some identity issues after their latest retrofits."

"Can you even swim?" Solid asked Essex with a hint of concern in his voice. "I mean, I'm sure you're watertight but won't you just sink?"

"Muscle?" Combat Toy scoffed. "All I see is skin and bones. Hell, with some more powerful sensors I bet I could see through you."

"And what does that have to do with calling her Ms. Fatty?" Toy asked quietly, watching Combat Toy make an idiot of himself.

"You better eat cause you're going to need all that weight to even try to throw me around."

"Oi vey," Toy groaned as he leaned back in his chair.

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((Good time as any to advance the day?))

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NUUUUU!!!!

I must see Rosie react to Combat Toy's flippant Ms. Fatty remark once she gets back from the kitchen!

OOC: Almost forgot to add something. You can post comments or whatever as much as you want. It's encouraged even. =P

This'll probably be the only Future Toy piece here, anyway. Unless I get another sudden spurt of inspiration. Which is not likely to happen with Spanish class. >_>

OOC: Archlich: What!?!

Time to post.

Archlich: Toast? What?

Time to POST.

Archlich: Film the coast? Which coast? Why are we filming it?

TIME to POST.

Archlich: The time? It's about 4!

*facepalms*

BIC: "Pathetic," Archlich said, looking Fuijin in the eyes as he teleported away from her blast of wind.

"You shall need to do better than that, demon!" the lich said triumphantly from the roof of the guest house, runes already encircling his form. "For though your skills are above the norm, you face one who could destroy you in an instant!"

Whipping his hands around as he traced more runes in the air, Archlich began a conjuration, a spell that would bind itself to him for a time and augment his natural abilities. In this case, a brilliant nimbus of light suddenly burst around him.

Looking completely out of place while silhoutted by the light, Archlich shot a bolt of light energy at the demon.

OOC: Amusingly enough, I got the idea for this scene while my Creative Writing class was discussing sonnets. It built in my head and I had to write it and show it off. Also, as a side note, there is music that goes with this piece but I don't really know what the actual song is. It's just stuff that plays in my head when I read it. Think dramatic latin stuff sort of like the intro cinematic to World of Warcraft during the part with the dwarf except a bit more evil.

Anyway, enjoy!

BIC: A group of guards dash down a blue steel corridor, impatiently tugging along a mousy looking fellow in a white lab coat. The floor rings dully under their booted feet as the sounds of gunfire and the occasional explosion drift toward them from up ahead. Lining the corridor are tubes and wires of unknown purpose, looking fairly primitive, if well kept, in their placement.

“Wh-where are you taking me?” the professor stammered as he stumbled, almost losing his balance.

“Somewhere safe, sir,” said the leader, his glowing red goggles flashing and his rebreather making his voice sound hoarse as he reached over and pulled the professor back to his feet without breaking stride. After setting the civilian back upright and seeing that he is running, the commander regrips his matte black rifle with both hands.

“We’ve been issued an evacuation order, sir,” the commander continued. “The perimeter has been breached by an unknown assailant and command has deemed it best for you to be removed to a safer location.”

“But-but-but,” the professor sputtered eyes wide behind his thick glasses. “I’ve never done anything! I haven’t hurt anyone! Why would someone be coming after me?”

The commander shook his head as the group slowed slightly, coming up on a side passage from where the sounds of gunfire were loudest.

“No one is coming after you, sir,” the commander explained as his hands tightened on his gun. “This is just a safety precaution. Now, if we could keep moving we should reach the vehicle bay in-“

The commander was suddenly cut-off as a guard backed out of the passage ahead, his goggles knocked askew and rebreather gone, revealing a look of desperation and anger on the young man’s face. His blue colored uniform, doubling as heavy ballistic armor, was stained with blood and what appeared to be char marks as he fired wildly back into the passage way, screaming bloody murder at something that neither the commander nor his men could see.

But that point became moot as a black armored fist suddenly shot out from in front of the guard and sent him flying into the opposite wall. The man hit with a sickening thump, sounding as if all the bones in his body were broken, as his gun skittered away across the floor and his face contorted in agony. But he didn’t need be bear such pain for long, as the fist pulled back only to be replaced by two bluish-white beams of energy that blasted a hole in the guard’s chest, setting the uniform on fire and silencing his scream before it could even begin.

“Defensive formation!” the commander yelled, even as the body slumped to the ground and its killer stepped around the corner.

The attacker was massive, at least eight feet tall, and clearly a machine. It’s heavyset, pure black body slowly stepped around the corner and stared at the guard’s, giving them a moment to stare back. The two almost gorilla like arms ended in thick fists, designed clearly for maximum damage against soft targets. One arm, the left, even carried an extra slab of plate, apparently made to serve as a shield. On the shoulders sat a pair of streamlined boxes, hatches flipped open to reveal the serried ranks of missiles that awaited launching. White smoke drifted upward from a pair of holes set on either side of the machine’s stomach, marking them as the weapons that had killed the young guard. And in the middle of all this weaponry and armor sat the head; an almost innocuous, semi-circular bulge that managed to glare with unspeakable malice even through the normally dispassionate view of its glowing eye strip. All this was taken in in the half a second before the commander shouted his order.

“Open fire!”

With a sound like the tearing of cloth multiplied a thousand fold, the ten men of the squad opened fire on the robot. Yellow tracer rounds burned through the air, leaving multi-colored after images that faded away in the next second. But despite this display of military might, the robot seemed untouched. The reason for this was revealed quickly, a slight shimmering of the metal under each bullet hit showed that it had a shield generator of some sort, rendering normal attacks useless. And the machine knew this as surely as the commander knew it, letting the guards shoot as much as they wanted while it slowly walked forward.

“Switch to anti-armor!” the commander shouted, reaching down to his belt and pulling out an attachment that could be easily slotted onto his gun, turning it into a heavy bolt launcher capable of penetrating two-inch steel plating and most likely the shield that the robot had.

The attacker seemed to realize this as well as it fired its guns, the twin beams snatching at a guard and dashing him against the wall, smoking and dead. It began running forward, fists held up and ready to smash, its intent telegraphed as clear as day. But enough time had been gained and the commander stared at the murderous machine down the scope of his weapon.

“Fire at will!”

Slower to fire but much more devastating, the robot jerked back as each round hit it, seeming to perform a slow motion interpretation of the dance that cowboys always wanted to make the other do. Two more white hot beams of energy lanced out, but they scored molten lines in the ceiling instead of finding a target. Things seemed to be looking up for the guards as one of the machine’s arms slumped, something important shot, until its reinforcements arrived.

The first hint the guards had of the newest attack was a flat crack and a thin beam of energy punching a hole through the forehead of the guard nearest the commander. The poor guy didn’t even have time to notice he was dead, just slumping over and leaning against his commander as though he had suddenly fallen asleep. Rolling his shoulders, the commander got the dead man off of him and looked past the black robot, spotting the one who had fired so accurately.

Five glowing red eyes set in a cross pattern greeted the commander’s gaze from behind the tripod of a long barreled sniper rifle. Knowing that it was revealed, the small, skeletal, dull grey robot folded up the rifle, which looked to also be its right arm, and stepped backwards, engaging some sort of cloaking device as it slowly faded from sight. Its eyes were the last to vanish and seemed to hold the commander’s gaze commandingly.

“Another one!” shouted one of the guards as yet another robot, this one dark green, clanked around the corner of the passage.

This one was similar in design to the sniper, with the same sort of angular head and boney torso, but there ended all similarities. Below the waist were four, deceptively thin spider-like legs that looked clumsy but seemed to move the robot faster across the floor than the commander could track. Seeing that this target moved much faster than the big robot, still held immobilized by the oncoming fire, could ever be, some of the guards began hastily switching back to their standard machine gun mode, hoping the rapid fire capabilities would outweigh the loss of firepower.

But this was not to be, as the robot leveled its arms, which ended in gun barrels, and opened fire on the two guards that were switching their weapons. Two bolts of green-sheathed black energy shot out and slammed into the men, ruining their armor and knocking them off their feet. Several guards tried to retaliate, but the robot just lowered itself almost flush to the floor and avoided every single shot. After a second or two, it fired again, hitting the same two men in the exact same place. But this time they had no armor to protect them and they died, smoking craters burned into the exact center of their chests.

By now the guards were starting to panic and the emergence of two more robots only made the situation that much worse. These two seemed nearly identical, and would in fact be so if it wasn’t for the way that they moved. Both of them were blue and almost as skeletal as the green and grey one’s but with additional armor plating that hinted at the sturdiness of the black one. A pair of crackling green tesla coils stretched up into the air behind each elongated five eyed head. One arm ended in a three fingered claw that looked capable of tearing an arm off while the second ended in a weapon barrel that even now spoke, firing glowing white balls that burst on the guards, blinding and scorching them.

For an instant, the firing stopped, but that instant was all that was needed to kill them all.

Finally able to recover its balance, the black armored robot dug its feet into the floor and aimed its body at the group of guards. Then, smoke blasting backward, obscuring the rest of the corridor, its missiles launched, blowing into and through the ragtag formation, tossing guards left and right. After that, it was over quickly, the commander looking blearily around as his men were shot down like dogs. A quick, single shot through the head was all that was needed. The commander waited for his turn to die even as he reached for his rifle, lying so close and yet so far away. His burnt blackened hand had almost touched the smooth, undamaged stock of his gun when a red painted foot stomped on it. Hearing a whirring noise, the commander quickly followed the foot up to a double jointed leg, to a skeletal hip, and then a five eyed, angular face was thrust into his own. The robot seemed to look at him curiously, its head tilting back and forth before it lowered a pair of flexible metal tentacles downward, revealing the spinning razor blades at their ends.

The commander blinked and then it was over.

“What are you!?!” the professor sobbed as he tried to crawl away on his hands and knees from the carnage. “What do you want with me!?!”

A heavy weight crashed onto the man’s back and pressed him to the floor. The cold, dead weight of a rifle was suddenly resting against the back of his head. On the floor, the professor could barely make out the reflection of a white face, a face that wasn’t even remotely human, but shaped like one nonetheless.

“It’s just a job,” a strangely pleasant voice said.

There was a sudden pain and the smell of charred flesh. It was the last thing the professor knew.

"COME MY ALLIES!" Wielder shouted as he surged down the tunnel after the Hydralings. "EVIL IS AFOOT AND THE FORCES OF GOOD MUST RISE TO STOP IT AT EVERY TURN!"

"I tried to eat something once," came Mini Bot's voice from behind Rosie. "It didn't work out too well though. How was I supposed to know chocolate fondue could stick in my joints like that?"

The little red battle drone hopped up on the counter next to Helper and one of its tentacles snatched at one of the potato things Helper had prepared. The tentacle maneuvered te potato in front of Mini Bot's eyes where it was examined with great interest. Eventually turning around and sitting on the counter, Mini Bot handed the potato back to Helper.

"So what are those things?" it asked.

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"Yay for introductions," Solid said sarcastically. "And yay for informing villains about myself. But whatever. My hobby is surfing the internet. Quite simple really. And especially this one site called 4Chan. It's full of such funny crap."

Toy Dispenser grabbed a sturdy looking pation chair and fell into it, stretching out his legs and watching everyone else go about their business.

"I think I could help Ms. Fatty lose some weight," Combat Toy rumbled after Rosie made the comment about all the food.