Mutant_Illusion

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Soul Striker jumped down the hole (He is still in there right?) screaming incoherently, and began pressing several buttons on his suit again, causing a great aura to form around him, it would make him almost unstoppable, but it could not last forever. Whispering to himself he said "I need to get rid of this guy now, while I still can..."

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Flaming felt the pain all around him, every fiber of his being ached, not to mention he also had a screaming hero about to jump in on him. Gotta time this right.. "You do remember we're fighting [u]in the ground[u] right, surrounded by roots and what have you?" he stated in a mocking sort of way. A column of roots burst in from the right and dragged him away, leaving Soul to dive into the pit full of sonic energy.

The green tendrils of radiation started to seep down into the hole, They got to a depth of abut 50 ft. below when the hole erupted into a geyser of flame. "That, was way too close." He cracked his neck while eyeing the woman "I suppose I"ll have to be a bit more careful from now on." This time though, he realized he may need some help... "Hey fancy staff man! Mind giving me a hand here?" He didn't like asking for help, but there wasn't much of a choice.

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And while he became more exausted, the Nocturne of Agony whispered sweet nothings to him in the form of a SIRENS SONG, urging him to rest. Not only was this compulsive, but the sound waves were literally curling through his eardrums and into his sensory lobes, sending a slight mental suggestion into his mind that he should fall asleep on the spot.

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"Can't...sleep.....won't..." He mumbled to himself, nearly falling unconscious as he spoke. He struggled focusing enough for this next command. As he fell, two gasses were sprayed, one made the roots pull him underground, and the next caused a small tree to form next to him, this was a strange one indeed, as instead of leaves, it seemd it has a green aura surrounding it, almost like a spirit tree. He only hoped he had enough time to heal before the radiation tendrils could attack him. They wouldn't form cancerous growths on him like the civilians, but he would more than a bit injured.

Before he could fiee his blazing bolt he was knocked off of his branch by the vibrating sound waves, it was strnage though, they seemed to cut his face as well, a small amount of blood seeped from a cut in his forehead. "Another screamer?! Jesus you people aren't making this ea--" He looked and noticed most of those rich ones he was supposed to kill were scattered in various places on the wall. "Well ****, how the hell am I gonna get paid..." He looked at the source of the radiation and scream and completely forgot about the ther heroes, and the bane spiders. "You just cost me god-knows-how-much money. Now....I'M PISSED!" He shot a stream of gass in front of him at the woman. Roots sprawled out of the floor of the mansion in towards her, while flames spewed from his ventilator.

(By the way, some background info, he can spray these seeds and shoot fire at the same time because his suit has neural receptors that transfer his brainwaves into commands for his suit. The gass is a sort of plant pheramone and growth hormone.)

(Wow...I'm dead unless I can come up with some clever reason as to why not aren't I?)

Twilit awoke in his cell with a loud groan, he hadn't expected too much violence, but damn if those drones hurt...He also noticed a huge opening where his east wall had been, not to mention the mangled and smashed remains of what used to be his cellmate, now under a huge section of wall. What the **** happened here... He thought to himself. Ah well, best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Twilit moved into the cell next to him, where the cell door had been smashed to pieces. Looking ahead, he noticed his allies were in the cell after this one, which had also apparently had it's wall blown to hell. He let out a loud whistle, "Come, on! We need to take this opportunity!" After which he finally saw the shadowy figure standing outside the cell. "Oy! You do this?"

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But, he might need some help. "Look here, you aren't doing anything, let's see you try and hurt these civilians when I break your legs!" Soul Striker leaped, straight over Flaming's head, and landed right behind him. Soul Striker tried to sound non-chalant. "Either way, you need to deal with me first." Soul Striker performed a round house kick hoping to knock the villain from right beneath his feet.

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Flaming hit the ground with a loud crash, due partly to his gear. The kick had sent his head spining, he was dazed and a bit out of it. When he realized what had happened he turned his hands to the floor. Suddenly, a massive clump of roots overcame him, and by the time they parted there was a fairly large whole in the ground with Flaming no where to be found. Suddenly a multitude of vines burst from under Soul Striker's feet. Flaming burst from the side of the wall on a tree limb, only now with a black eye and some bruises. "Alright, now I'm pissed." He said, aiming his arm, already lit on fire.

"Oh no you don't!" Flaming shouted at Harry. He shot some flares at him in an attempt to delay him giving the civilians the police scanners but kept his distance."Look, if I'm going to get anything out of coming here, those pricks you're guarding need to die. I don't know about the rest of you, but I had radiation in mind when I designed this suit." He pointed at the tech armour around him and his ventilator. "Now I can't let you get those people out of here, so let's see what I got in this bag of tricks." A bit of a smile crept over his face, or at least it looked like he might be smiling. "I almost forgot about those seeds..."

(And I'm pretty much stunned to high hell right now. I'll probably be back by the end of this arena sequence.)

The purple above Flaming's head dissapated as the siren shouted it's next blast. He immediatly dove down and brought roots just high enough for a shield to his side of the attack. He knew what had happened and what he had done, all he didn't know was why he helped the heroes.

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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.

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"Ah ****..." he muttered to himself, he hoped that the Arachnos symbol on his armour would stop the Bane Spiders from attacking him, but at the same time he knew that if the Goddess was destroyed he couldn't get any money from this.

"Money or Arachnos, Money or Authority." He knew what his choice was, he only hoped she wasn't too pissed that she would attempt to kill him on sight.

OOC: Don't worry, he'll snap out of it soon.

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*the siren’s tone goes smooth again and the door is blocked but the spine slices her shoulder and her song stops and she reels backwards in complete shock* “YOU [censored]!!!” *screams the Siren. Her song loses its charm as she screams in the direction of Flaming earth and Experiment. Bolts of razor sharp sound stream across the room towards the two of them as she clutches her shoulder and flies towards them at an alarming rate*

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"Oh ****..." Was all that Flaming could say before he was hit with a sonic blast, making him writhe in pain for a minute as the sound went through his mind, as though daggers were scraping the inside of his skull.

He staggered up only to see the Siren racing towards him and Experiment. "You'll pay for that...." He managed to say as a stream of fire erupted from his ventilator in her direction.

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A swirling purple energy attempted to engulf his target's head, whose perception would then be temporarily changed: those who were targets were now allies, and his previous employer - the telekinetic goddess - now appeared to be a very, VERY rich twit... and one that was mocking him, personally!

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Even if it didn't, he didn't have time to pay any attention. He spun after firing his spine, and ran at Flaming Earth while he was distracted with the rich folk, aiming to tackle him down to slow down his attack on the guests.

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"Oof!" He uttered the sound as he hit the ground. "What the **** man, why you hitting me?" He pointed at the Goddess "That one there is really starting to piss me off...How about you help me burn her lips off?" He sprayed some gass this time, though these roots were much stronger and reached farther up. He hoped they would encompass the REALLY rich twit and hold her still.

"I don't know what's goin' on, but I won't ask."

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"oh great, another one!” the goddess looks towards Flaming earth. “you there, for every rich twit you kill I will pay you triple what they are worth!”

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I like the sound of that! Hey Wand-Guy, think fast!"

And with that remark he tossed what seemed to be thousands of tiny spores at the civilians gathered around Prismo. Small thorny vines burst from the floor around the legs of the party-goers, slowly trying to crush them, while Flaming walked closer with his hands blazing.

*If one more person is too much just say, I'll make up a reason why he left.*

The large imposing doors suddenly were thrust open by multiple roots while a man in some dark red and green tech armour stepped through.

Through his ventilator he merely stated "Alright, Flaming Earth here so hand over your money and..."

at the sight of the already erupting chaos he stood for a minute, not knowing what to do.

I'm a bit confused, do the villains have access to their powers in the arena?

Twilit was herded into a cell with two to four people in it depending on whether or not you count multiple personalities. He had seen these matches in previous visits here, sometimes thankfull he wasn't in, sometimes just wanting to beat the living **** out of something. This was one of those days.

"The hell does a guy have to do to get in there?! (*@&@^@%!)! Just let me in there with ol' bonesy and I'll show him not to cross me..."

He knew that Corssbones was on the "List" and past few hours hadn't gone as planned. Even though the two agreed to be civil, several disputes between them had occured, one over bunks, one when Crossbones insulted Twilit's group, and one when Crossbones called Twilit a sniveling coward in reference to him leaving the Skulls.

"Hey ****head, you going to shut up so we can watch the match? The first time since that Tsoo guy got in there that we've seen anyone win so----"

The guy didn't finish that sentence before he was on the ground. Twilit caught him off guard and brought him to the floor with a haymaker to the jaw. By the time he felt a bit less stressed the guy had blood dripping from his mouth, nose, and his arm snapped at the elbow.

He knew a droid was probably coming but hopefully that was enough for a small place on the "List".

Yeah, and arrogance combined with angry super-villains may not bode well for me either. BTW can someone elaborate as to what the pit is? Or are we seeing this later?

The guard led Twilit to a cell about halfway through the corridor.
"I'm fairly certain you two know each other...."
He was shoved violently into the cell and hit the ground with a *thud!*. The door locked and he was in. When he got up he felt sick at the sight.

"Not you..." Twilit groaned.

"Oh this is gonna be fun." Said an equally large man with distinguishing scars down both his eyes.

This was none other than Crossbones a member of the Skulls "blessed" with the manipulation of darkness, along with a small knowledge of necromancy.

"Funny how you thought you were so much better than the rest of us and yet you still ended up in here. Well let me say something, seeing as how we're forced to be here together, I won't get overtly violent. Though I can't say the same about the other Skulls in here."

Seeing as how he was alone now with suppression of his powers, he could only agree and curse quietly.

Well it would seem Twilit missed one droid while looking.
As 2 pulse rifle blasts slammed into his back he fell unconscious.
"Twilit!" All three of his thugs yelled at once and tried to grab him, too bad they were just as vulnerable as he.

"I'm not too sure, but the attack drone with the gun raised, don't exactly look like it wants to play nice."

Twilit walked back to a more shadowed part of the room where he could get a broader view. He wanted to be able to see the attack drones with armed lasers.

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They shall not be returned until your successful rehabilitation. If eyewear is required for normal operations, then a new set shall be procured for you. Since Prisoner 834207 does not have a medical reason listed in his file, he shall not recieve new sunglasses."

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"Aw now that's just cold..."

Twilit looked at Penny when she asked the question to the Big-Robot-In-Charge with a raised eyebrow. He walked closer to her and asked in a whisper "Why you bein' so nice to that heap of metal anyways?"
"I really hope it didn't hear that..." He thought to himself after.

Twilit paced around a small part of the room before heading towards the girl in the armour.
"Hey girl, Penny was it? You would'nt happen to have any dice in that suit of yours would ya? Say, why do you get to keep your armour...suit....thing anyways?"

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Another couple of zaps fom the tazer batons, and he lied still. Slade chuckled down at him.

"Take him to solitary," the guard ordered, the trolling dying down as various guards made their presence known, "Maybe a day in the hole will make him more amenable to his next cellmate..."

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"Yeesh, almost feel sorry for him.....Almost."

OOC: Hope you don't mind me adding a new character in here.

"Yeah I got a question. When do I get my shades back?"
Travis Rogers, AKA :Twilit Pistols stepped out of the corner of the room and walked out. He appeared to be 25 at most, was abut 6'5" and muscled. He had black hair slicked back in a sort of "fury" style with a small black goatee. Behind him were 3 thugs, 2 seemingly young, fresh to the crime scene, and one a bit more experienced.
He could feel everyone's eyes on him, the room was silent.
"Right.....I'll go back to the corner now."