Manofmanychars

(bump) Good rules, but another thing on spelling, you can spell things wrong in order to express a speech impediment or accent. Just make certain you can prounce it phonetically. Oh, and five stars to this thread!

(OOC: could somebody post here? it's getting sorta lonely on this thread.)

As Buck and Tommy approached the doors, they noticed that their rooms were separate. "Not good. Oh well, see you on the other side, Tommy."
"See ya, Buck."
They then entered their separate training rooms.
"Nobody ever talks directly to me anymore," commented Lazier, as he entered his room.

Buck's room:
Buck found himself in the middle of the street, alone. That in itself being a larage hindrance, he couldn't tell what he was supposed to be doing.
"Hello?" he called out.
And up from the ground seeped a recreation of the only creature to survive his attacks: Reaper Man.
"Hey, I remember you! You were the guy the tried to whack Alan. You must be a simulation, because the real you is dead," as he said that, he heard a scraping sound, the usual sound of something going wrong. "Safety protocols deactivated," said the computer's voice. "Oh, crap."
Buck fired as much artillery as he had at Reaper Man, but he kept on coming. Buck switched to his flamethrower, knowing that corpses are good at burning.
Twenty minutes later, Buck exits the training room with a large gash across his chest, and falls limp to the floor. "I... won... woohoo," he said as he passed out from blood loss.

Tommy's room:
Tommy entered his room, to find himself back at the academy. A simulation of Corporal Punishment was there. "Hit that target in ten secomds. Starting now," was all he said.
Tommy pressed a buttong on his gun, releasing the sniper scope from its compartment, and looked for the target. He saw it, four hundred yards away. The target was a golf ball. Fortunately, it was a secret that Buck and Tommy had, but they were crack shots with their weapons, they just like the extreme force their guns exert at full blast. Tommy deftly hit the golf ball square on. Nobody knew of their precision shooting, but they sure will now. He left the room to find Buck bleeding on the floor. "BUCK!" he cried. Then he remembered his medical device, and healed him. "Another close call," said Tommy, as Buck recovered.

Lazier's room:
Lazier was a rather new hero, with little battle experience to match his intellect. So, when he entered the room, he noticed that the simulation generator was still trying to think of a fitting simulation. He waited, and waited, and waited, until he got tired of waiting, "Oh, for goodness sake, I'll program my own d*mned simulation!" He stepped up to the machine and thought of his weaknesses, programming things to match them. When he finished, he pressed the "run simulation" button. But instead of a simulation, the door reopened. "You have shown knowledge of your weaknesses, demonstrating that you can overcome you conceit. You pass," said the computer.
"Conceit? I'm conceited? Since when did this happen? Did I miss a meeting? I may be arrogant, but I most certainly NOT conceited," Lazier was in a huff as he left his training room to find he got out last. "Sorry for taking so long, programming your own simulation is hard work."

(OOC: Tommy's test may have seemed too easy, but only Buck and Tommy knew of their amazing sharpshooting ability, so others believe they lack precision. As for Lazier's test, knowing your weaknesses is half of the battle. That would be the perfect test for those stupid characters who play tank with their scrapper, or try to be a blaster with their defender, and so on, and so forth. But that's just my opinion. )

(OOC: I intended to wait before sending Masheen Gunn in after you, I don't want any potential recruits to get scared of him. )

"Don't worry, blondie, I don't intend to attack... yet. I don't need any reinforcements coming by when I don't expect them. There've been people going in there all morning, so I'll let them all get there before ending their worhtless lives. Wait. I was a soldier? I thought I've always been a supervillain," Masheen's eyes became suspicious, then his look was replaced by a smile, "Oh, you mean, like, a soldier in the army of evil or something, right? Duh. I'm sorry, I don't always have it quite together. Who are you, anyway?"

(OOC: What, you thought he WASN'T going to be goofy to an extent? He's Tommy's brother, for cryin' out loud. )

(OOC: woot! most of the original cast is here, and sweetthang, too. it's quite the reunion we've got going here.)
"Hey, Raymond, I'd wager dogs are allowed here. Oh, and about that incident on the tanker training field (see page 26 of Hero Academy), I know someone who could show you how to call up crystals to block energy attacks, along with all your other armors. He's a friend of mine," Buck was beaming at the fact that so many of his friends were here.
"How you been getting along since the academy closed, Akazi?" asked Tommy.
"Exactly how many people with utilitarian abilities do you know, Buck?" asked Lazier, unsure what form of contrivance allows Buck to know anyone for any situation.

Meanwhile, in a laboratory that was probably forgotten...

"So we didn't strike while they were at the academy it's okay. I've tracked them to someplace else," Dr. Malifarious was grinning wickedly. "Go, Masheen, go!"
Masheen Gunn made his way to Atlas Park, intent on destroying Tommy, Buck, and everyone around them.

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The dual-persona cyborg, Haywire and Tim, were running down the street to go fight evil when Haywire noticed the new comic shop. "Can we go in? Please!" begged Haywire.
"Fine, if it'll keep me from having to listen to you all day. I find it hard to believe you were ever sane. Honestly, I...," Tim trailed off, as he noticed something inside the store. "They have heroclix! Thank heavens that influence is as good as cash around here."
"Actually, you need to pay quadruple the amount of influence to match real money," corrected Haywire.
They went inside, and as Haywire thumbed through a comic book, Tim purchased every heroclix he didn't have, including the $35 Freedom Phalanx set. "Who the hell's Kid Valor? His abilities are okay, so I'll see what I've got at home to complement his arsenal. Find anything you want Haywire?"
"Yeah, these," he showed the newest issues of Statesman, Back Alley Brawler, and Positron, along with another comic that Tim had never seen before, but knew the name. "This Kid Valor's comic isn't half bad. Hey, Kyle Rayner's one of the artists*."
They paid for their items, then realized that the owner was a hero. "Hey there, I'm Tim, he's Haywire, but our enemies call us Haywire. Who're you?"

*Kyle Rayner is the secret identity of one of the Green Lanterns. (the one that wasn't as good as the late Hal Jordan, but he was way better than Jon Stewart.) He's an artist for ads and comics and stuff.

This has been a public service announcement from the organization of people who leave stuff to professionals. remember our motto:
"Don't end up like Jack, get professionals to do all your work for you, especially heroing."

(OOC: Please post something, I know at least Cowman and Hermod have been online recently.)

(clapping) bravo, Raymond, bravo. (wipes tear from eye).

(OOC: send me a PM, too.)

(OOC: Hooray! No more instructors that offend the peoples. Just the gunmen who, while devastating, aren't much against magic, as demonstrated against Reaper Man.)

As Buck, Tommy, and Lazier went down the lift, they wondered about the odd note they'd all gotten. "Hmmm, we're going to be heroes after all, boys," said Buck Shott.
"Too bad the others disappeared," said Tommy Gunn.
"Too bad you two didn't disappear with them," said Lazier Beeme.
"Yeah, then we'd know where they were!" said Buck, the consistent goofball.
The lift stopped abruptly, and the doors opened to reveal two of the trio's favorite people: Radon and Alan.
"Hey guys, long time no see! Hey, Alan, I hear it was your friend Psyosis who got the academy's funding pulled. Apparently, he didn't like having a more powerful empath than himself training you. Or the jazzercise ticked him off, too, I'm not sure which. If only Raymond or Celes were here, they were great. I never did get to make that offer to Raymond...," Buck trailed off, concerned about Lord Raymond's lack of energy defense. "Anyway, at least we're here. Who's the blue guy?"

(OOC: Way to use a mysterious new character from the old thread to start the new one. Oh, yeah, my new thread is linked through my sig. Uses my actual characters from the game. Two are familar to Hermod, as they've made cameos in another thread. Here's to new beginnings.)

(OOC: My guy's unique, he uses few actual powers, and most were made up. By me.)

File:
Name: Chester (last name unknown)
Alias: Chester the Jester
Dossier: Themes himself as a jester. Uses large mallets, cartoony bombs, a stick with a miniature model of his head on the top, extending boxing gloves, and exploding cigars. Dresses in harlequin, with standard jester garb. Hooked nose and large chin make him look exactly like the profession he portrays. Also uses twin daggers in rougueish fashion. Has amazing reflexes, allowing for all sorts of acrobatics and dodging. Hasn't sustained a single hit during his career, and seems to be very attached to the pride of that accomplishment.

Chester did a perfect backflip, avoiding the humongous blade with ease. It was twice the size of a surfboard, and sharper than Dennis Miller's wit. With every swing, Chester avoided the sword. That's why people came to see him. After four hours, Chester decided to end it. He pulled out his extendo-pow and launched the spring powered glove into the enemies face. He went out like a light, as he was exhausted from swinging the sword. After the crowd left, Chester fell unconscious. Nobody knew that it took so much energy to dodge, and he was good at manipulating his body's to prevent exhaustion, but passed out afterwards. He got up four hours later and went to the bar to drink up.

Check out The Mercanaries, it's my new thread.

(OOC: Greetings. After the fiasco and then destruction of my old RP, Hero Academy, I decided a different approach was in order. Here, there will be no superpowered NPCs that aren't enemies, as I have a tendency to make it so that they are so powerful, it offends people. Make your own character as powerful and unfair as you like, I'll just write in something tougher. This thread is about a mercanary hero organization. They take personal cases for money, along with the usual crime fighting. They don't do anything illegal, though. Express any feeling/thought you want, but if it's offensive, you will be flamed. A lot. In fact, it's mandatory to flame people that make offensive comments . There are no set parameters under which you must design your character. Just PM me a brief dossier, feel free to leave out some of the darker secrets. You may start posting as soon as you read the intro to the offices. Villains will be insanely powerful, but have one big, glaring weakness, BTW. Here we go.)

In central Steel Canyon, west of Blyde Square, there's an office building that houses one of Paragon City's stranger businesses: mercanary heroes. They fight crime for free, but will also take any personal case, as long as it's legal. The five best caseworkers are probably the strangest of the strange anyway.

Briar-Magic Blaster: Powers: energy blast, energy manipulation, force mastery, medicine, teleport, hover.
History: Used to be a Circle of Thorns mage, until he found out about the human sacrifices. Turned on the Circle during a big ritual and ran off. Turned himself in for his crimes, but got sent to train with the mage, Ajax.
Physical Description: Cloak w/ hood, shirt and back of cloak have magic runes on them, all black, magic symbols are red. eyes glow green. White-colored energy contantly surrounds his fists, and his eyes emit green trails. Medium build.

The Detective-Mutant Controller: Powers: gravity control, force fields, flight, psionics mastery.
History: A P.I. from L.A., he got transformed by the Lost's mutagen on his first day in Paragon City, while on a case. Was given telekinetic powers.
Physical Description: Tall and thin, with brown suit and tie, white undershirt, brown fedora, black shoes and hair, and glowing red eyes. Has fleur de lis over left breast, and is surrounded by visible psychic energy.

Knuckles-natural tanker: Powers: invulnerability, super strength, fitness, energy mastery.
History: Once worked for the Boston Mafia, but left when he saw that on top of the gambling, booze, smoking, and strippers, his family also killed when they needed to. His family supports his decision, and sends him "care packages" now and then. He's able to wade through large groups of enemies and lay them flat on their backs without taking much damage. He's even learned how to bounce light off of his sunglasses, turning it into laser beams.
Physical description: Very tall, very wide, but not gigantic. Wears gray suit and tie, white undershirt, mirrored sunglasses, and brown shoes. Has brown hair, slicked back into neo-mafioso ponytail, and has an unlit cigar in his mouth at all times, because he thinks it looks cool. He even paints the tips flourescent red, so it looks lit.

The Contaminant-science defender: Powers: Radiation emission/ blast, combat jumping and super jump, hurdle, stealth, electricity mastery and stimulant.
History: Used to work as a Crey scientist, until he found an illegal project to develop superpower-bestowing radiation. Countess Crey had it tested on him. He got the power to emit radiation, but not to control it. So, he stole a harnessing suit designed to go with the radiation, and a pair of Crey science goggles, to focus radiation into eyebeams. The harnessing suit not only allows him to shape his radiation, but use it to power special functions, like jump jets, a minor cloaking device, a status resistance beam, and electricity generators.
Physical Description: Medium build, long, wild, white hair caused by radiation. Suit is Radiation green (two shades), with black in places where green wouldn't look good. Gloves and boots have a fin. Has smooth shoulder pads. Consantly emits a radioactive cloud from all over his body. Goggles' lens was turned green by radiation. Has Atom symbol on chest.

Haywire/Tim Blake-Tech scrapper: powers: claws, regeneration, concealment, weapon mastery.
History: Tim Blake was a mild-mannered etc., when a defeated clockwork prince fell on him. The gears formed around and into Tim, making him into a clockwork cyborg. The CPU of the prince was still intact, and is inside of Tim's head, linked to his brain. The prince is called Haywire, and when he rebooted after integrating with Tim, he went insane, becoming homicidal, but indiscriminate. Since Haywire didn't care who he hurt, as long as he hurt someone, Tim took the ex-prince's name and became the first insane superhero.
Physical description: Tall, medium width, with tall, spiky, blonde hair. Torso and legs encased in what looks like scrap metal. Human arms are crammed in with the torso, and replaced by skeletal, robotic arms on the outside. Robot arms can move out of the way and allow human arms to come out. Metal plate over right eye, that eye glows green, the left one is normal. Sparks occaisionally fly from Haywire's joints.

Those are the founders, and best in the way of getting jobs, but they're certainly not the only people there. There's plenty of employees. This story involves them, as well as these five.

(OOC: I think psionic mastery is the controller one, if not, then just remeber, it's the controller psy mastery, not the defender type. Also, those are good examples of what your dossiers should look like. if you have the whole powerset, name the set, if not, name the specific powers. These characters are mine from the game, with a few more powers than allowed, but that's allowed in this RP. If you'd like to meet them, I'll be on as the Detective most evenings on Protector server. )

(OOC: Well, looks like our ratings have dropped faster than Bill Clinton's pants, so it looks like it's time to do what needs to be done every time something's ratings drop.)

THIS THREAD HAS BEEN TERMINATED.

Have a nice day.

(OOC: sorry, sibling, didn't know you were leaving the thread. besides, I never said you had to jazzercise, just get happy. Raymond got happy, but had too strong a will to jazzercise, so he went to train. I'm trying to create situations that the characters wouldn't create themselves. When's Sartain ever going to be happy on her own? Probably never, so I'm trying to get you to really think about what a character's like for any emotion. I thought for thirty minutes thinking about what Buck or Tommy would be like while experiencing a negative emotion. And the resistance thing is just a term I'm familiar with, but either way, all you needed to do was write happy thoughts, the jazzercise was optional. But do what you want, I'm not a mind controller, neither is Private Party. And to answer Sibling's question, he's only called on for times when bad feelings spiral out of control, and it seemed like the training session was just starting to fall apart enough for Private Party to be called in. He doesn't like having to use his powers, but sometimes, he has to, especially during the General's class, as open sparring comes next, and that tends to get ugly without any hard feelings thrown in.)

Private Party noticed a number of cadets resisting or immune to his powers, and decided to reccomend them for the psionics resistance top ten list, and Corporal Punishment's calisthenics program. Physical activity is the best way to permanently get rid of negative feelings in a safe, natural way. Private Party could project temporary happiness, but it would fade when he left, and the cadets would eventually feel crappy again. So, to alleviate this problem, he used his powers to make the cadets more ameiable to jazzercise, the private's favorite excercise. That way, he could help the cadets become happy, with as little help from psionics as he could. Now, that isn't to say he can force people to do anything, only productive things that the target would rather not do. He noticed Sartain leaving and thought, "I'm reccomending her for more excercise programs than actually exist." He really hates sticks in the mud.

As Corporal Punishment was in the middle of his morning jog, he noticed Lord Raymond lying in the tanker training field, unconscious. " MEDIC!" he cried, and Buck rushed as fast as he could to Raymond. "Lot's of negative energy damage, I can fix him, and I think I know someone who can prevent this sort of thing from happening again," Buck's face was concerned and grave, not like him at all. He was able to heal Raymond's wounds, as his medical device is able to repair any damage, including psionic, but not soul-related or emotional.

(OOC: Private Party really just wants everyone to be happy, and excercise releases endorphins, which make you happy. You may consider it mind control, but he could force you to do worse with his powers. At maximum power, his happiness is auto-hit, with NO resistance checks. Raymond, you should accept the offer when Buck gives it, as you'll get to train for your crystal armor with a character of my own design whose name is FINALLY not a bad pun.)

"Wow, number three, I'm impressed, Psyosis. You're only two places less powerful than me. I haven't even turned on my happiness waves, and most of the cadets are jazzercising. Hell, you'll be jazzercising when I turn it up to full blast," Private Party did just that, turning his good vibrations up so high that every depressed person in the city decided that things weren't so bad, and all the criminals decided to call it a day. Even people in New York and Vermont felt a little tingle of happiness in the back of their minds. "This isn't even one percent of my full power. At full power, I could make people on the Kheldian home world happy. At full power, I could reach the Rikti dimension, Axis America, the Praetorian dimension, the Hydra dimension, the Shadow Shard, AND the Black Shroud dimension. If my psionic powers hurt instead of helped, I could end all life in the universe with but a single thought. But if I had any thoughts of really harming an innocent person, my psychic powers would instantly disappear, because, you see, my powers are the product of a curse gone somewhat wrong. You see, Psyosis, as the best tactical mind on Earth, you make some enemies. The people of the Middle East contracted a powerful mage to curse me so that I wouldn't harm them. The mage gave me psychic powers that would make people so happy, that they would be blinded to an impending attack. Fortunately, I was able to learn control of my powers in twenty minutes. The second part of the curse was that if I had even one serious thought of harming an innocent, I would die on the spot. Too bad for them, but the whole innocence thing is based on MY perception, and I consider them everything BUT innocent. So, there's a very minor trade-off for my powers. So, what's your specialty, Psyosis?" Private Party's expression was an odd combination of kindness, happiness, and smugness.

(OOC: He isn't allowed to enter combat, nor are General Outrage, nor Corporal Punishment, because they are so uber. They would need an intense beating with the ol' nerf stick to allow them to help the good guys. Bad guys can be uber, not good guys.)

General Outrage returned to the gym, satisfied with his pep talk, to find Tigonus pouncing on Akazi, and Sartain taking a hit, obviously deliberately. "Hey, fluffy! Calm down, this is training, not a real fight! Sartain, if I see you deliberately taking a hit again, you'll do so many push-ups, you won't be able to lift your gun for a month! Also, I'm calling in Private Party to repair your lessened morale," as he said that, a man in baggy military uniform, except tie-dyed, came in. Private Party may seem unkempt, but he's the best tactician and military history buff on the Earth. Also, he was one of the most powerful empaths, causing all that see him to feel happy, no matter what other circumstances existed. Also, his effects disappeared slowly, to prevent withdrawl-like symptoms. He decided to say hello to the cadets, "Hey, guys, how are ya? Looks like a few of you've had rough mornings, but think of it this way: at least that tight*ss, Corporal Punishment, isn't here. He'd be WAY too macho to call me in, that's why I like General Outrage, he's harsh, but a good leader. But this isn't about MY problems, it's about yours. I know how to chase out the negative feelings: jazzercise!" he was smiling as much as Buck usually does.

(OOC: Private Party's power is so strong that nobody is feeling bad anymore, if they can see him. Also, they're all feeling so good, they will jazzercise, even if they usually detest it. Happiness is the best form of mind control.)

General Outrage was noticing a few issues during training, and decided it was time to address them, "Hey, Corps lackey! Keep away from my cadet! Buck, fix 'im up! Nice swing Raymond, but don't think that I like you!" he then went outside to check on Celes,"Cadet Celes! Explain why you ran out of my training! I won't have ANY of MY cadets breaking down for a simple loss of control! I've had hundreds of cadets with control issues like yours, but they didn't collapse every time they lost it! You know what? I think you're soft! Well, I'll have no more breakdowns from you! Next time you lose control, just regain your composure and KEEP TRAINING! How do you expect to control your dark side if you don't risk it taking over? Each time you go nuts, fight to contol it, your losses of control will happen less often, and won't last as long! That's how all my previous control cases got over it, and that's how you're gonna get over it! Is that clear?!"

(OOC: See? He may be mean and harsh, but he cares.)

(OOC: I'll be splitting the story up by which character I'm following)

Lazier:

Lazier immediately covered himself in force fields to defend against whatever that... thing could come up with. He decided that a good impression might lighten his beating a bit, although from the looks of the creature, he wouldn't stop until he got too tired to continue. "Pleasure to meet you. My name is Lazier Beeme, what's yours?" he said. " Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me," is what he thought.

Buck and Tommy:

"The usual?" asked Buck.
"Of couse," replied Tommy.
Their fight commenced, but it looked more like they were dancing than fighting. They nimbly sent elaborate punches and kicks at each other while dodging with equal grace. They had practiced for a week straight to master this, in case they did get paired up. And so they fought for the entire training session.
(OOC: they'll be back when class ends, but they're in the background for now.)

General Outrage:

(to Raymond)
"I don't give a flying ***** where the h*ll you came from! Here, you're just another cadet! Now, you little pansy, report to me at lunch, you're going to EARN your food!" at that, the general grew three times larger, and would have made Lazier wet his pants, were he not busy trying not to get pummeled by Patchworks.

(To Sartain)
"What? Do you think I'm STUPID?! Do you think I'm illiterate?! I saw your medical reports, and I don't care! Now, pair off with cadet Embher, or you can pair off with ME!" this time, he grew so tall, he almost reached the ceiling of the gymnasium. He could've picked Sartain up and thrown her into Steel Canyon, if he wanted to. "Are we clear, you split-tailed D*KE?!"

(OOC: also, to keep the instructors' personalities consistent, I'll write for them, if you don't mind. Also, I'm sorry for yelling at you two, Raymond and Sartain. I feel bad now . BTW, congatulations to Sibling for her mention in the CoH comic this month!)

"Okay, play time's over, cadets, it's time for instruction. You, shorty, leave your 'tips' for open sparring. Now, I'll assingn pairs. Scary guy (Alan), you're up against shorty (Lord Raymond). Nuke boy (Radon), you're with the outcast (Celes). Gun nuts (Buck and Tommy), you're against each other. Army brat (Sartain), you're against wierd eyes (Embher). Kitty (Tigonus), you're against Miss Migraine (Akazi). And... well, well, well, looks who's decided to join us. Glad you could make it, Mr. Beeme, because I've got the perfect opponent for you," General Outrage pointed directly at Patchworks, and Lazier screamed like a little girl. General Outrage may not be as loud or in-your-face as Corporal Punishment, but he's an absolute sadist when he doesn't like someone, and is about the least sensitive person on the planet. He's also the best close combat trainer for heroes on Earth. He continued to explain the rules, "There will be NO ranged powers, only hand-to-hand or self-affecting powers are allowed," Lazier breathed a sigh of relief, as his force fields were allowed,"Shut it, brainiac. Now, weapons are allowed, but anyone using lethal force will find themselves in front of the hero disciplinary council, run by the Vanguard. Except, that is, for CERTAIN 'heroes' who are on special probation from FBSPA, who'll simply go to the Big Zig," he aimed the last comment at Alan, with a devilish smile on his face. "Get to training, cadets."

(OOC: I chose the pairing intentionally, to see what certain pairs will do (looks at Celes and Radon). General Outrage will not hesitate to give the first person to backsass him a new anus. Also, since he's a non-enemy NPC, his attacks are auto-hit.)

(OOC: It's spelled Beeme, not Beam. Also, hand-to-hand combat training is now, so report to the gymnasium. Also, nobody got punished, as training was over for the day. Pay attention to my OOCs.)

Last night, in Dr. Malifarious's laboratory...

"I don't NEED thier location, I know where they'll be until at least 5 p.m. Now, unless you have something of WORTH to offer me, remove yourself from the premises or I'll HAVE you removed," as Dr. Malifarious said this, Masheen silently appeared behind the dark figure, ready to obliterate him, should he do anything hostile.

This morning, in the gymnasium...

As Buck, Tommy, and, for the first time, Lazier were waiting for training to begin, they were wondering what would happen today. Nothing ominous or anything, just idle wondering. They all took hits like schoolgirls, and weren't excited to be there whatsoever. Just then, General Outrage, the instructor for the course, walked into the room, and training began.

(OOC: this will be a PvP session, but no ranged or non-melee AoEs. General Outrage is just the trainer for this course, open sparring comes afterward, I'll signal the end of each course so that I can show you where to go next and what you'll be doing on arrival. the Military tactics/history course is taught by Private Party. btw, nobody seems to have noticed, but corporal punishment, the inspiration for Corporal Punishment, is a fancy term for spanking someone if they misbehave. )

Lazier Beeme doesn't sleep often, but when he does, his dreams aren't all that pleasant. They're always of the same thing, and have been since he met Buck and Tommy. His dream has them running from something, but they always get caught. What happens after they get caught is too gruesome for words. Sometimes, Lazier wonders if his dream may be a prophecy of things to come, but then realizes how small the chances are of some god-like force annihilating those gun nuts.
"Pfft. They could vaporize anything bold enough to challenge them, especially now that I'm on the team."

(OOC: A lot about my characters will be revealed in dreams and private conversations with each other.)