Mutant_Illusion

Antagonism chuckled for a second, he was grinning under the cloth around his face. "I dunno, first give me a reason to attack another hero. And saying you'll sue me otherwise won't help very much." He motioned towards the Animal woman and the man in the iron suit. "They do something illegal? If not I'll have to ask you to drop the gun."

Judicious Antagonism ( http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r...8-21-35-44.jpg Sorry, not quite sure as how to blend the url with the text...) had been sitting on the steps of Galaxy City, lamenting the fact his hero name was off by one letter on his license. He had hoped to be Judicious Antagonist, but the lady typing was pretty tired by this time, so she accidentally had put an "m" at the end. "Ah well...Least she didn't put Judy Anty or something like that..."

While talking to himself he managed to hear a man yelling rather angrily across the way, he walked over to investigate the disturbance. "Action maybe?" He rubbed his hands together, hoping to take out some frustration. When he turned the corner, he saw a man, who appeared to be longbow, pointing a gun at another costumed man and animal-type-woman-person.

Setting his hand on the officer's shoulder near the base of the neck he said something to him. "Now maybe you should put down the gun and cool off. If not, there's a nifty little nerve right...around..." He shuffled his hand a bit "...Here." Making his grip a bit more tense he awaited a response.

Twilit looked a bit dissapointed "Well it would make things a bit easier...What if I had Stubbs hold you skull?" He looked at Stubbs who was standing to the right of Blind Messenger. The thugs seemed to be amused at this request. Unfortunately they didn't have time to talk it over, as 2 prison guards were already running towards them. Twilit grinned. "Oh come on! Only two of you? NOW!" He pointed at the guards as he and the three thugs charged forward.

"This is gonna hurt you way more than it'll hurt me!" One guard shouted. They raised their stun batons but T-Rog had already clotheslined them both running past. They both fell to the ground but quickly recovered. On their way up they an electrical charge from the stick was sent crashing into the ribs of Frankie-J. He hacked up a cough of blood, and then fell to his knees. The guard was going for a second strike when Twilit himself grabbed the guards arm with both hands. "Tsk, tsk tsk. ALWAYS watch your back." As T-Rog held the other guard in a bit of full nelson, Stubbs proceded to continuously jab him in the stomach before ending with an uppercut straight at the end of the jaw. They turned to see Twilit holding the other guard, dragging him over to Blind. It was getting harder to hold him, seeing as how his other elbow kept smashing into his side. "A little help here...." He said, struggling with the squirming guard. T-Rog and Stubbs went to help hold him down. "You're up Blind. Persuade him to tell us where our stuff is."

"Right...Ah well, I guess it's worth a shot." He waited for the guards to come this way, but before they did, he asked Blind something. "Hey....You don't need your femurs to instill fear in their hearts do you?" Frankie and Stubbs stood next to Blind, waiting to hear the answer as well.

OOC: I gotta ask, is Blind a skeleton? I'm a tad confused, I only know his head is a skull
Twilit stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Blind. He grinned for a minute. "Think you can hold your own in a fistfight? We may have numbers enough to take some on. It would be 5 vs. 3" He cracked his knuckles and looked at the rest of his group. The thugs all looked prime and ready for a fight, especially after some rough treatment in the halls. "It'll be even easier if you can do that thing you did to the troll again."

"Alright, we gotta get our ***es out of here!" Twilit said, with maybe a hint of urgency. "Come on, I have no idea which way to go, but I'm feeling a bit lucky....So I say we go right. If we are lucky, we'll run into a room with a little sign next to it that says armory. Let's go before we get stun battoned to high hell." With that Twilit started quickly walking to the right, examining the doors as he went.
He didn't want to think about what would happen if they weren't lucky.

"****!" TWilit couldn't wait for an answer by the Archon, he saw the red lights and heard the intercom and he got the hell out of there with the skull. "Two cells down......Got it!" The cell door was still open since the troll had managed to get it open "I won't ask how he did it, so do I just lay your head next to it or....?"

Twilit muttered to himself. "Why does it seem like everyone but me has their powers back..."
He looked at the skull on the ground.
"That depends, if I help you, can you help me? I need to get back my stuff that was taken from me, so I need to find the armoury, then I'm getting the hell out of here." He looked back to the Archon, still awaiting an answer.

"Well I can't leave without my stuff so I'll ask one more time: You coming, or staying?" He thought he heard footsteps in the hall and became even more nervous. "I would personally chance it than stay here for God knows how long."

"I told you....I didn't kill them." Not to say I wouldn't had I been given the chance. "I don't have my powers back yet, I think they injected me while I was out so you can stay and rot here if you want. Just tell me if you know where I can get my stuff back and the exit."

"Right..." He said as he walked back in. He had forgotten all about Soul Striker at this point and nstead focused his attention on the Goddess. "Well, heheh, it looks like I don't work for you anymore." He shrugged and pointed his hand to the ground. "Haven't used this in a while." A few seeds fell. Suddenly, three abnormally large venus fly trap heads sprouted from the floor; roots pulled their monstrous forms up. The venus fly traps seemed to have a taste for flesh and they were mobile. "Those would be mine."

"Well, right now I'm looking for wher they took our gear, but yeah. Some shadow guy next to me gained his powers for a moment and killed two guards, while causing a big *** explosion. You coming or not?!" He became a bit anxious the longer he waited, God knows what the penalty would be for two dead guards, broken cells, a dead inmate.

"Alright..." They were already booting it to the right. "I guess we should find wherever the hell they put our guns." He stated to the rest of his group. As they were running they passed a room that appeared to have aother free inmate in it. And he was....Watching T.V.? Twilit yelled to the inside. "Hey! The hell are you doing standing around?! We need to get the hell out of here!" In truth, Twilit was only trying to get him to come becuase he may know his way around.

"Nice shot." Flaming said to Jake "One sec..."

The charging man and the resulting crsh had knocked over the drink Flaming had finally gotten. He stood up and walked over to the man on the ground. "You cost me anything else and I'll make sure you can't walk out of here." His hands blazed or a moment and he let some embers fall on the man, then sat back down at the bar like nothing had happened.

"Oh this is not cool....." Flaming said to himself, the rotted hands slowly pulling him under. Only they weren't pulling him underground, this was some dark realm, one he hoped he would not have to visit any time soon. "Son of a *****! Get these things off of me!!!" He kicked and pulled, but it seemed with the help of the tendrils they had a near iron grip on him. But iron can melt! He concentrated hard to make his suit superheat the air around him again, only this time, he was much more focused; either this thing works, or he dies. A blaze erupted in a sort of bubble as the hands loosened their grip. Hah! Death warmed over. Now he was able to kick free of the arms, their rotted hands sinking back to wherever they came from. "Christ, it's just one bad occurence after another here ain't it...." He had forgotten about the silver grenade after all this. It still hadn't blown-up, even after all the rucus. After closer inspection he noticed a timer on it. His eyes widened at the site. Holy crap....This could do some damage. How many more of these are there? "Hey Jake! I think we may have a problem."

(Doh...Double Post...)

Flaming looked at the grenade in his hand, and thought about the creature behind him. He chuckled for a minute. "Heheh, think I have power?" He stuck his hands out to the side, dropping the grenade for a moment. " I KNOW I have power!" He superheated the air around him, creating an explosion around him and attempting to combust anything else around him.

Flaming tunred his head and looked at Blind Messenger. "Wait....The hell are you doing? Look, if you don't want in then leave..." His hands suddenly caught in a blaze. "...But I can't have you hurting my only way to make a prophit out of this."

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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.

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He shouted to Jake "Well, I can't get money from the civilians anymore, so why the hell not!" He looked at Blind "So, which do you want, the guy with a wand, the guy with a staff or the guy with his fists. Oh, and there are some femme fetales inside." He turned to the hole he thought Soul Striker was in. "Actually, I've got Mr. Fancy Fists." He couldn't see that Soul wasn't actually in the hole.

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Get out of the way!" he yelled down to him, this would get messy if the two crashed into each other....again.

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As he looked up he had an idea. His right hand was pointed above him, towards Soul, and his left was pointed to the ground behind him.

A gass shot of out of his right in an arc motion and a column of roots rose as a sort shield, but it was slanted, seemingly to where his left hand was pointing. The other shot flames a stream of flames att the ground, making a fairly deep hole. If he plotted this right, Soul would slide right into the hole and out of his way.

"Heh, oh yeah, I saw that skull guy there too. Ah well, past exploits, I need a drink now..." He looked at the Irish woman handing out drinks, "Hey! I'll take some...well.....You know I didn't think I'd be allowed here; Now that I am, I don't know what to get." He turned to Blind Messenger. "Hey, what've you got? And if you say tea I will slap you with a root."

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He released both limbs, Flaming landing easily, while Experiment landed with a resounding *CRUNCH* and disappeared due to his Medi-Port. The figure bowed. "Blind Messenger, at your service. Now, what the hell made you fly into me?"

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"Well, bit of a last ditch escape effort from the screaming woman....If you could call her that, and the screaming scrapper that jumped in on me. Now, I think I need to attempt to cause bodily injury on something..." He stated while staring at the woman who had caused him to make the hole in the first place. "Oh, and thanks for the help, I get the feeling this would have ended badly if you weren't there." He wondered what happened to Soul Sriker as he walked back to into the fray.

There was a rumbling from under the floorboards. Suddenly, A man in red and green tech armour with a ventialtor and a half cape burst fully from the ground, Flaming Earth, was pretty thirsty after a few bank robberies, and all the other bars he'd tried either wouldn't serve him, or were complete rat-holes.

"Sorry bout that," He stated as made the roots fold over the broken floorboards. "There, good as new." He took a seat at the bar and waited 'till he could get some drinks. He took a look at Jake. "Say, haven't I seen you before?"

"Damnit! Dn't you have anyone better to kamikaze?!" Flaming shouted at Soul Striker, cursing more under his breath. "Well if staying down here means I die too, I vote for we both go up!" This last command may have taken longer above ground, but luckily they weren't. One other column of roots came, but this time from the beneath them, launching both of them out of the hole, into the air, and through the hole in the cieling. "Hope you can fly, ***hole!" Then he remembered something, in the heat of the moment down in the hole, he'd forgotten about himslef and the fact he couldn't fly. "Oh ****...."

(Oh, I thought you ment the shadows spun around me)

"Well, ****." He stated to himself as he realized what this ment. He was standing in the middle of the hall, next to some banged up cells, two dead guards and a dead inmate. This would take some explaining... "He yelled at his companions "Come on! We need to get the **** out of here!!!" He stopped in his tracks. "Wait....Any of you actually know the way out?"