MrKrazy

Jake glanced at the large hole left by the Nocturne and noticed her flying out. <Couldn't handle it I guess.> He smirked and put his hand to his communicator, asking Arachnos for more reinforcements. He explained that many more super-powered beings than planned were here, and that the previous dispatch was easily defeated. He got what he wished for. Soon, as in very very soon, a team of Crab Spiders and Tarantula Mistresses would be arriving. The Goddes would be captured. Quickly wanting to turn the tide of evenly matched battle, he called to the two closest villain at his disposal, Flaming and Blind, and yelled, "You two! If you want to earn any spoils from this, we have to work together!" He threw up shields on the both of them to prove that he was sincere in his proposal and continued to order his bots to mercilessly pound Harry. As soon as he was done with him, he'd help his impromptu allies.

Jake leaned back in his chair, careful not to knock over his little mini-structure. He yawned and said, "I'd just get a soda or something. To be honest, their beer isn't all that good." He said, putting down an empty glass. He signaled the waitress and ordered a Root Beer instead of his earlier alcoholic beverage.

Jake looked up at the new villain and smirked. "Well well well, the Blind Messenger. I've heard of you. Mind giving me a hand over here?" He said, gesturing to the raging Goddess and the currently-being-shot-at Harry.

Completely ignoring the event that had just happened, Jake just took another sip of his drink. "I'd fight you, but I'm really not in the mood. Some other time maybe, when it's beneficial for the victor."

(*checks watch* Still kinda waiting on the OP to control the Goddess... >.&gt

"You may have. Some of my exploits are well known." He said, finally getting his drink and taking a few swigs. "Wait..." He said, turning his headin Flaming's direction. "I think I've seen you too. Didn't we form an impromptu team during some kind of mansion raid?"

(Hey Mutant. )

Jake chuckled at the large man's antics. "Hey big guy." He said, addressing the brute and noting that he had some blood stains on his hands. "Looks like you just got back from a fight. Hero?" Jake, honestly, didn't care about starting a conversation. He was going to lead this conversation to the arena. Might as well have some entertainment while you were at the bar, and what better entertainment than a large stupid brute beating up on small meek heroes?

(Oh, well the shield covers that much. ^.^)

(*Pokes thread* It's not moving nurse. Give me the deflibra... delibraja... just hand me the stupid shocky things... Kay, clear!)

Jake scowled inwardly and repeated his order, continuing his creation until it was made to perfection. Leaning back in his chair, he continued to await his order, glancing into the arena to see who was fighting, which, at the moment, seemed to be no one. <Well that's no fun...> He thought, grabbing another toothpick and putting it in his mouth.

Jake flew farther up, nearly touching the ceiling. This was getting ugly. Way too many unanticipated supers showed, that that through a monkey wrench in the simple plan of 'Go in, ask for surrender, wait for the inevitable "No!", call in the reinforcements, shoot and capture'. Simple, unless you throw in a variable that can level a block with the flick of his wrist. He sighed.

(Um, kay, I forgot to mention what the vibrations did to him, so we'll just say that his shield protected him from the vibrations of the air. However, that poses a problem with how he hears. So... His bots record sound and play it back into his earpiece? Yeah, we'll go with that.)

Well, this wasn't good. The heroes seemed to be interrupting his plan to capture the goddess. We couldn't have that, now could we? Temporarily redirecting his focus to Harry, all of his bots unleashed a full power attack on Harry at once, hopefully at least incapacitating him.

(Sorry, short post. I'm on limited time right now.)

Jake's bots charged their lasers, each one nearly bursting their firing rig with the immense collection of energy.

The Bane spiders charged their weapons respectively.

Jake watched from a safe distance, awaiting the outcome of the clash.

And they fired.

Jake looked down at the civvies and sighed at their exposure to the radiation. "Senseless chaos..." He said, directing the Bane Spiders to the Goddess as well as his bots. "Attack her in bursts. We don't want to underestimate her, and remember, Arachnos wants her alive, for the most part anyway."

"Yeah... you still don't seem to get it..." Jake said nonchalantly. "I'm not rolling. If you had spent any time paying attention to me, you'd see that I'm walking perfectly normally. This shield doesn't roll. The shield's position is determined in accordance with a small device that I have right here." Jake said, lifting a necklace that he had tucked under his shirt ever so slightly into view, the shield moving accordingly. "This is the center point for the shield, and the shield will move according to its position." He tucked the necklace back under his shirt and smirked as the ripples in the ground again were dispersed and deflected by his shield. "So anyway, back to the matter at hand. You seem to be invunerable to my lasers, which, honestly, seem to be my only viable form of weaponry. Why don't we call a temporary truce an..." A loud crash could be heard as parts of the wall and ceiling were decimated, revealing dozens upon dozens of Arachnos Bane Spiders. "Oh good." Jake said seeming to forget the Valkyrie. "Looks like backup's arrived. Alright, well, it was fun." He said, turning back to the valkyrie. "But I believe I must help my comrades take down the leader of your little cult. See ya." Jake flipped a switch on his belt which brought his jetpack to life, allowing him to fly into the air to get a bird's eye view of the room. He pulled the microphone from his earpiece back to his mouth, shouting commands at the Bane Spiders, identifying the leader, and giving advice on the proper tactics.

(Was wondering when you'd get here Diov.)

Jake dared a glance at the giant glowing ball headed toward the Goddess and discerned at a glance that it was primarily, if not totally, radiation. <Geez, the supers just keep coming, don't they?> Upon not hearing a response from the Valkyrie, he shrugged and ordered hit bots to open fire on the unfortunate villainess.

(Sorry for the no posting. I'm back now.)

"Um... yeah..." Jake said, the stone just bouncing off his forcefield. "You don't really get it, do you? You see, I've designed this thing to deflect all types of energy. Kinetic, electric, chemical, mechanical..." He began to list, counting them off on his fingers. "So you really can't touch me. Now I'll say again, give up and I'll hand you over alive." He said as his robots aimed at her and began to charge their lasers. He was for the most part ignoring the rest of the fight. He'd get to it when he got to it.

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Destined One: My lord, I have come to face my final challenge.

Lord Recluse: So be it! You must first defeat me at a game of Jenga!

Destined One: But...won't all those bane spiders kind of rattle the table?

Lord Recluse: Of course they will! It's supposed to be a challenge!

They play. A Bane Spider sneezes partway through the game, collapsing the tower just after Lord Recluse places his brick. The Destined one wins. Lord Recluse turns around, and vaporizes the Bane Spider with over 4000 damage

Lord Recluse: You have passed my first challenge! Next, you must...um...bring me The Helmet of Statesman!

Destined One: Oh...okay. Here you go.

Lord Recluse: (Looks confused) when did you have time to do this?

Destined One: Well, last halloween, the guys and I were running around busting down doors, and this kind of rolled out.

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Destined One: Err...Just kidding! I poisoned Statesman by making him drink the water of the cute and fluffy tribbles.

Lord Recluse glares at the Destined One

Lord Recluse: I see. Have I ever told you the story of how I received my powers?

Destined One: Thinks for a while. A brief moment of horror flashes across his face, then he regains his composure. No, my lord. Do you care to share it with me?

Lord Recluse: Skepical Some other time, perhaps...Your third, and semi-final challenge is...find the Bane Spider named BOB! Mwahahahahaha!

Destined One: targetcustomnext alive Bob

Destined One: Oops...mt

Lord Recluse: MT?

Destined One: Never mind...

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Haha, I love this one.

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*to Jake*
“And you!” Snapping her head towards Jake, “Arachnos tried us out before but what was it that happened…oh yes that little tart didn’t like the fact that we could charm any man and she probably felt threatened, for her beloved lord.

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"Um... Ghost Widow? Somehow I doubt that she's the jealous type..." He said, rubbing the back of his head and redirecting his eyes to the floor.
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I also for got the fact that we destroyed that entire barracks when we were rejected. Do you know how many of your kind we killed that night…..even so I must entertain my guests, Seductress, your dance partner awaits”
*bowing slightly to the top of the staircase, the valkyrie moves towards Jake in a domineering saunter as she begins to give off a slight iridescent glow, “oh I will enjoy this” the valkyrie says with a smile.
*she stomps the ground in front of her casing a ripple in the marble heading straight for Jake and his force field.*


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"Wait a minute... but didn't I just..." He sighed, these people were extremely stupid, albeit powerful. <I mean what kind of hencmen turns away from a target that's firing at it just at the will of her master? Oh wait...> He said, remembering that was the entire basis of his style of fighting. He chuckled for a minute at seeing his method in action used by someone else and redirected his bots attention to the Valkyrie. "I'm afraid that that attack's, for the most part, useless. " He said as the energy in the ripple that went through the floor contacted with his forcefield and was redirected to both sides of him. "Now, be a good girl and maybe I'll give you to Arachnos alive." Jake finished, smirking.

Jake laughed out loud at Experiment's comment about the man's 'size'. He expected an inevitable brawl to happen, that is, if the brute could keep up with the complete sentence Experiment had thrown into the mix.

Upon hearing El D's remark, Jake replied. "I'm surprised they haven't thrown in the Rikti Monkeys." He continued to work on his mini structure of toothpicks, the little model seeming to resemble a cube.

Jake sighed at the hero's response to his remark. <Idiot heroes...> Upon noticing the apparently magic based hero's entrance, he tensed, but seeing that he was only worrying for the innocents, he relaxed once more. Nothing to worry about with that kind of hero in a situation like this. In the mean time, he ordered his robots to attack the pixie while encasing the valkyrie in a detention field, keeping her from attacking and vice versa. Throwing up forcefields on all his minions, Jake then stood a safe distance back, ordering his minions strategically and efficiently while lying in the comfort of his Personal Forcefield.

Jake sighed. "Can we not get Longbow involved in this?" He said, scratching the back of his head. "They're such a bother..." He finished, mumbling. "And besides, we're both after the same goal. No reason to get the two contesting parties at each other's throats for nothing. Just let me take the leaders of the group and all will be fine." He finished, noticing a nameless lackey of the villain group rushing him from the corner of his eye and quickly and silently ordering a battle drone to run up and slug the persecutor across the face, sending her flying back.

The ornate handle on a door in the room is turned and the enormously beautiful door squeaks loudly as it is opened, revealing... a yawning teenager?

Jake's eyes scanned the room and immediately fell on the hero who had just burst through the window. He sighed and shouted, "The front door's just a tad bit easier to get through..." He said sarcastically, noticing a piece of lint on his trenchcoat and brushing it off nonchalantly. "Anyway, getting to business." He reached up to his ear and pressed lightly into a transmitter that he had on. He mumbled a few words into a microphone that had extended from it and quickly put it away. "I'm afraid that a formality requires me to inform you that you have an option of surrending to Arachnos. If not, I've just ordered a team of Bane Spiders to come to this location. The Twilight Masquerade had been a thorn in our side long enough." Jake reached into his trenchcoat once more and pulled out six very small, disc-like objects. He threw them all down on the floor without much grace and almost immediately afterward, an array of robotic henchmen were at his disposal. "So, what'll it be?"

(I'm assuming that it's a rogue group and not affiliated with Arachnos. If not, tell me and I'll edit/delete appropriately.)

That's perfectly exuseable.

Btw, /signedx100 if I haven't already done so. Very well thought out.

LR: "You guys all ready to run the STF?"

GW: "But... he's the Statesm..."

LR: "Silence! I want my SHOs and that RSF is just too difficult. Plus I don't have the time to go farming for nukes and shivs. Now come! We need eight heroes to do this. Do you think that Positron would be interested?"

Scirroco: "Um... no sir, I really don't think that..."

LR: "Of course he will. OK, so that's three..."

Scirroco/GW: *mumble*"When did I say that I'd come?"*mumble*

BS: "No, my lord, what they're trying to say is that Statesman is the contact for the STF."

LR: "Point? I want my SHOs dangit!"

BS/Scirroco/GW: *sigh*

Jake had begun building a mini-structure out of toothpicks as he awaited his drink to arrive. He gave the entire bar a more thurough glance, noticing most if not all the patrons to be super-powered. He slipped on his blast goggles for a more thurough analysis, but it was more out of boredom rather than being thurough. His eyes rested on a hero and a villain that seemed to know each other and, perhaps, even be friends. He wondered at that and resolved that it was simply a show of sportsmanship. Two adversaries having a drink after a fight was a typical show of that sort of thing. <Heh, this place doesn't suit Arachnos or HeroCorps at all I bet.> He thought, chuckling.