Khellendrosiic

"I wan my bots!" wailed a child from upstairs.

"I told you I'll give them back when you tell me where my hand is!" Archlich's raspy voice echoed down afterward.

"I didn take it! Ghoul took it!"

"Bah! Where is that indestructible little nuscience anyway?"

"Big toy!" shouted a grey skinned toddler as he toddled toward the Maltan Titan. "Me wanna play with big toy!"

"Big toy?" Archlich mimed as he stuck his head out from around the corner, able to peer down the padded stairs, past the not-so-child-proof extendable gate, and right at baby Ghoul rushing the Titan with both stubby arms out to grab it. The lich's eyes widened and he nearly tripped over himself dashing down the stairs and jumping in front of Ghoul, his armor tearing up bits of the carpet.

"Don't. Touch. The big toy," Archlich wheezed as he picked Ghoul up in one hand. "Now go play with the others."

Ghoul pouted but eventually wandered over to Rosie and the new girl, giving her mechanical arm a swift poke.

"Bots!" came from upstairs.

Archlich groaned and sat up, looking at the stump of his right hand.

"Essex, see if you can persuade that ever-lovable metal mite to give me my hand back," he sighed. "I swear, if I could blow this place to smithereens without breaking all laws of physics, magic, and causuality, I would have done so long ago."

"Okay, slim," Toy said as he grabbed Ginstar's shoulder and shoved him a bit so that Ginstar would turn so his back faced Toy. "You ever been in a centrifuge before? The ride is going to be a lot like that."

Grabbing Ginstar under the armpits, Toy activated his anti-gravity jets and began manipulating his own gravity field. First, he extended the field to Ginstar and then started fiddling around with gravity a bit until the two were slowly floating up into the air. The only problem was was that Ginstar felt like he was falling down while they went up.

"Ready to get going?" Toy asked. He didn't really know how one of Dr. West's reploids would respond to his method of travel so it seemed best to take things slow for a moment.

"We going?" asked Toy Dispenser as he started tapping his fingers on his leg.

"I could probably carry someone too," Toy said. "As long as they can handle a constant five gees. Seven, if I have to maneuver."

"Hey!" shouted Mini Bot. "I think the battle drones are important!"

As the drone hopped about in anger, Toy flipped up his wrist pad and tapped in a few commands.

"I'm sending you guys back up to the base," he said by way of explanation as Combat Toy suddenly vanished with a flash. "I'll call you back down when we get to the sheild."

"Have it your way boss," Large Toy sighed as it vanished.

"He always does," added Block Bot sadly as it too was teleported away.

"I am soooo not expenda-!" Mini Bot got off before it was gone.

"That's that then," Toy said, dusting off his hands. "And I can fly but I'd prefer to stick with the group. Kind of lessened without my bots, you know."

OOC: Oops, I thought Ginstar was suggesting the split-up route. Meh.

BIC: Toy shrugged and crossed his arms.

"Whatever. You're the leader of this little jaunt, Experiment. As long as I can make sure none of you get your [censored] prematurely whooped and I get my payday, I'm cool."

Mini Bot grumbled and tossed Shinji a dirty look which involved looking at the hero and then rotating its face all the way around, like it was trying to tilt its head but got carried away. Mini Bot also made its eyes pulse red, but that was just for effect.

"I think I agree with Ginstar," Toy said as he looked around at the group. "Splitting into small groups to get inside the shield is probably a good idea and will use our abilities to the fullest. I think I speak for most of us when I say that we prefer working alone. All we need is a sure fire way to get a couple of people through the shield at a time rather than all of us at once."

"Lessen the load, lessen the strain, lessen the time we're standing around jawing," Large Toy said sagely with one finger held up in the air as it nodded to itself.

"And quickening the monetary reward," Toy Bot added.

Meanwhile, Small Toy had edged over to Essex. The drone peeked under her tablecloth and then stood in front of her with its back to the reploid.

Toy Dispenser looked curiously at Ginstar and cocked his head.

"What's this you're going on about?" he asked, moments before Mini Bot snuck up behind Essex.

"YOINK!" the little drone shouted as it grabbed Essex's tablecloth and ran off laughing.

"Damn it, Mini Bot..." Toy sighed, putting his face in his palm.

Toy dropped his hand down from where it had been placed against his right sattelite link-up and walked to the fore of the group.

"Archlich won't be able to help," Toy said. "He's tangling with some mage hero right now, could barely spend the time to tell me to shut up and buzz off. And if hare-brained stunts have become an option, I could always load the lot of us into some orbital entry pods and blast us down to that island. My teleporter is certainly powerful enough to carry all of us up to my manufactory."

Toy paused for a moment and looked around.

"And, uh, where's Essex and why do I detect toast?"

Maaaaaybe. Haven't really seen enough of that old bag of bones, to tell the truth. Archlich ain't got no sword though. Or henchmen. He's too good for henchmen. And he's not obessessed with some pissant castle. And he doesn't really have an arch-nemesis, although he really hates Numina.

Yeah, enough rambling.

Think you could find a way for us less musically inclined people to find and listen to the songs you were talking about, Ess? I was able to get the Apocalypse Please but not any of the others.

*Mini Bot puppy dog eyes*

"Sounds nasty," Toy said as he put his chin in his hand. "If you want, I can ring up Archlich. He might be able to get us in magically."

"And tell me more about this Assault Bot Two," Combat Toy said icily.

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As an artist, music that reminds me of characters really makes me want to make a TON of animations/music videos. However, I don't think I have the capacity to do all the ones I -want- to do, but I still want to share them.

Would anyone be opposed to me using this thread to script out music videos for the amusement of the world? ((I promise they're not all just Essex. XP)) I just think it would be fun to share exactly what I see of you all when I listen to a piece of music.

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CoH music videos for the win!

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*points up*

What he said.

Also, all of my characters, with the exception of Death's Right Hand and Ghoul were made and developed by me. Ghoul was made with the input of my little brother while Hand is entirely his. Toy is based after me, Archlich is based after my love of the undead, and Ghoul sort of started out as an experiment.

I also try to fashion some of my characters after cliches. Like Archlich, the evil all powerful undead mage who wants to but can't take over the world for spit.

OOC: I'd suggest reading the previous posts, Shinji, to learn what happened to Workout Man. Tanker + explosive chairs = Funny.

BIC: "A very...interesting place you have here, Mr. Ballard," the lead inspector said before reaching up to adjust his tie.

With that motion, the holographic disguise fell away, revealing the Toy Dispenser in all his multi-colored, caped, red electric glowing glory. Snapping one wirst, which still had an image of a black glove on it, to get rid of said black glove, Toy looked down at himself and flicked away a bit of dust.

"Damn good to get out of that thing. Black just isn't much my style."

"Nothing's your style, boss," Combat Toy said as it deactivated its own hologram. "You don't wear clothes."

"Point," Toy said and then looked over at Experiment. "So then, Red, what potentially earth-shattering problem requires you to ask for the aid of the best mercenary ever."

"I thought the number one merc was that guy with the glowing eyes and the bl-" Mini Bot began before Toy Bot stuck its hand over the other drone's mouth.

"What the boss said," Large Toy filled in, bonking the battle drone on the head for good measure.

Frustrated, Mini Bot pulled off Toy Bot's hand and waved at Essex. She wouldn't bonk him. Hopefully.

Lord Netharak is still not attacking Blightlord's stuff/people.

"That is correct, Mr. Ballard," the disguised Toy Dispenser said as he pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to John.

It read:

The Official LMOUSVEV Calling Card
The Legion of Mismatched or Otherwise Unorthodox but Still Very Evil Villains

"Long name, quality villainy."

If you wish to contact us, please burn over an open flame.
If you wish to curse the name of one or more of our constituents, please place this card in a carbonated beverage.

On the back it read:

Yo

-Toy

The lead inspector nodded in thanks and led his men into the elevator. As the doors closed, one of the shorter men lifted up his sunglasses and exposed a pair of flat red eyes. He grinned and waggled his fingers at the receptionist just before the doors shut and the inspector hit the 100 button.

"Damn it," groaned the man wearing a military style hat. "Why'd you have to go and do that?"

The short man put his glasses back and shrugged.

"I thought it'd be funny," he said and the grinned again. "And it was."

The bodyguard snorted and the rest of the ride up went in silence until the doors finally dinged and slid open. Striding out into the hallway as though they owned the place, the Crey agents accosted the first employee they found, got directions from him, and headed toward Jon Ballard's office. As they neared, the other men gradually slowed their pace until the lead inspector was standing right behind Hallucinogen, a creepy smile spreading over his face.

"Hallucinogen, a man that should't exist, and a couple of Trolls. What interesting company you keep Mr. Ballard," he said over Hal's head.

The fight transcends time and space. You could be brought there, fight for a year, and then return from whence you came with but a minute having passed. Alternately, you could fight for a few days, escape for a year, and then get tossed back in as if only a few more days had passed.

*Twilight Zone music*

The Crey agents walked boldly into the lobby of the Paragon Times, flashing their IDs as they went.

"Crey Inspectorial Division," the lead inspector said to the receptionist. "We need to speak with your head editor. Now."

Just across the street, a group of black suited Crey officials were just exiting a small Crey-affiliated business that had been rudely surprised by a surprise inspection. The overly tall inspector with the slicked back red hair had shown all the proper identifications and then proceeded to harangue the manager about the declinging profits coming in. The man had groveled and apoligized and ultimately gratefully accepted some suggestions that the head inspector had offered. What the inspector had failed to mention was how those changes would cause the weapons that the small business was secretly constructing to self-destruct on their twentieth discharge. Or maybe it was the second discharge, the man wasn't completely sure.

For now, the group of men including the lead inspector, a giant brute of a bodyguard with wraparound sunglasses, and five other non-descript men, stood in the middle of the sidewalk conversing with one another, blocking the way for passerby, and returning dirty looks that some passing heroes shot them.

I'd gladly get rid of the giant armies.

And Billyboy? Archlich is still looking for that rematch.

>_>

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OOC: Yay! One order of roboty goodness coming right up!

BIC: "And once again, I have to remind you not to charge the Devoured One on your own."

"Well excuuuse me! At least I wasn't the one that got pinned to the ground by that big [censored] tree!"

"Do you have any idea how expensive each of your bodies are? You should know, I've had to replace it often enough!"

"Pfft, you won't ever stop me. I'm the real punch on this team and you know it."

"Ok! That is it! You are getting a complete hardware wipe! Maybe I can make something more agreeable out of your babbling remains!"

"Wait! Boss! I didn't mean it! Stop!"

"*ding* You've got mail."

"Hey boss!" Mini Bot shouted from its perch in front of the TV. "You've got mail!"

Muttering to himself, Toy Dispenser tossed away the broken memory wiper with which he was menacing Combat Toy and walked over to his computer.

The computer was situated on a simple wooden desk against the wall of Toy's room/repair bay. It was a simple flat screen monitor with a tower set underneath the desk and looked fairly normal. But looks can be decieving and that computer could outcompute about 95% of the world's current hardware. It was a gift from a grateful employer for saving the man's family from Wyvern agents.

Clicking through several windows, not bothering to directly interface with the computer at this point, Toy opened up his work e-mail account and looked at the new message.

"Huh, 'A Request' from an Ex2," he said as he opened the message. "I wonder what that hero wants."

Ok, look, Toy Dispenser. I don't like villains, you probably don't like heroes. But you've shown that you have some redeeming qualities when we saved Essex's life that one time. I have some information that I believe will point toward a plot against the destruction of Paragon City.

Now, you may not want to help out of the kindness of your heart so I'll make a note here. If Paragon goes, where will you get most of your business? This city is always being raided or attacked by villains and mercenaries are constantly in demand. If Paragon goes, I'm betting a large percentage of your income goes.

Meet me at the Paragon City Times building in Steel Canyon tomorrow at 9:00 AM. I'd prefer that you didn't come, but for the sakes of all our lives and Essex's good humour, I'm asking you to show up then.

-Experiment 2.0

PS. If you blow something up, I am still so going after you.

"Nice," Toy said as he logged the message and deleted any indication that it had ever been sent. "He sort of missed the mark on the threat part but I think I might go anyway."

"Go where?" asked Toy Bot from where it was flexing it's new claw hand next to the lab tables.

"Another white mission, boys," Toy answered as he leaned back and laced his fingers behind his head.

"Stupid heroes," Block Bot muttered. "Can't they ever get things done without one of us?"

Mini Bot snorted in way of an answer as it continued to watcth the TV, which had switched to the Daily Show.

OOC: Bugger. I don't think any of my guys have actually met Experiment. Maybe I could count Balsk, but I don't know.

Wait....you want us to fill stuff in?

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Ok, I didn't know that. Never run into that sort of descriptive technique before. Let's try and get it to work now.

Almost forgot.

*waves Essex flag*

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I just prefer characters which have 'realistic' limits within the constraints of the game world. I like to know that the fight can end rather than dreading an encounter with someone who is going to constantly pull a solution to everything out of his back pocket and drag a fight out forever.


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QFT&E

I've tried doing this with my characters, especially Toy's robots. Hell, the only reason Toy has a freaking army right now is because Acid has a never-ending supply of the buggers. >_>

So...*pokes Burning and Devious* I consider that always prepared/unlimited resources thing a black mark on two otherwise really awesome people. Not much of one, cause I can almost always figure out a way to trump it (Except for Devious so far) but yeah. However, I do think I'm going to have issues with Lord Netharak and Death's Right Hand, not having ironed out the extent of their powers as much as the others.