Ozell_One

Pretty much exactly what it says!

My CoH installation is (was?) completely normal patched Freedom. I was playing and quit, the NCSoft Launcher stayed open as usual. I decided I wanted to play again, but clicking anywhere on the launcher did nothing but sound the Windows error chime. I have to close it from the thumbnail bar, as the taskbar isn't responsive either. I try to re-open the launcher and nothing happens. I restart my computer, re-run the NCSoft launcher and recieve the prompt I must run it in administrator mode because apparently this is the first time. It lists CoH as Not Installed; I look and search its usual location inside and out, and there's nothing there.

The obvious solution to this is "reinstall it!" but I'm wondering if there's any specific way I can salvage my AE, Costume files and Screenshots - it goes without saying they're all gone too.

If people are willing to face AVs despite being shorthanded, why not?

Ya, I don't edit other people's pages nor do I plan to, I was just wondering how everyone else approached it. The only time it ever crossed my mind was when someone had information on a character of mine on their page was incorrect, but even then I just waited for them to figure it out and fix it themselves.

Also I rarely hear of Vandalism.

Also didn't the original maker of The Cape (thanks for making it, dude) abandon it, then pitch a fit when he returned months later only to have his demands for full control back denied? Haha, maybe if I'm wrong it only proves we need a page to clear it up after all.

Thread title says it all. Getting rid of obscene content is one thing, but what about spelling errors? Or information about one of your own characters that's inaccurate? Where do you folks draw the line when it comes to editing other people's work?

Not so sure about forced renames based on the sets the minions get dealt, but the AE could definitely use some more variety in terms of vanilla smethal damage being handed out. Here's hoping this gets implemented.

Short and sweet:

I'm sure I'm not the only one tired of being unable to turn 3 inspirations into an Awaken because one of them happened to be a size too large to combine with the others. We can't make inspirations bigger for obvious reasons, but what would be the harm in being able to make them smaller?

If you had even 4 or 5 voices to choose from, or even one voice to choose from, a simple 'pitch' slider could work wonders.

When you first make your character and you get to the description, you can press a Back button to go to the previous menu.

When you edit a costume and don't like how it's looking you can press a Back button to revert it.

Why can't you press a Back button on your character's I.D. window off the menu, and are forced to keep whatever you made (or nothing if you accidentally deleted it all)?

That Explosive Runes dealie sounds pretty convincing.

Maybe they teleport to safety, switching places with a bomb at the last split-second? Or a heavily powersuited hero self-destructing could be the suit blowing up just after they've safely teleported out of it. Teleportation solves everything.

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"So three more humans, an elf, and a demon. I'm sure you will all fit in wonderfully. Now, what exactly are your ages? I'm fairly sure none of you are above ten, but I have been accused of being a bad judge of age before."

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"I'm young enough to be here, but old enough to make my own decisions, thank you very much." Claude scowled.

"I-I'm seven, sir.." Ozell volunteered.

Anarhis grinned. "And I am exactly--" He blinked as he found himself cut off by the rising wails from upstairs. "..Oh, dear..."

Ozell had just about stepped out of the box when Archlich lifted it up into the air- with a yelp, he fell down and clung for dear life to the open edge. Before the door could swing back closed on his fingers, though, the elf's small hand shot up to stop it as he regarded Archlich with an 'are you stupid' look.

"I'm Claude. My not-parents sent me here so they didn't have to deal with me."

After a lingering gaze up at the window, the incubus stepped forward, tail flicking back and forth with an amused grin. His silky tone of voice suggested something wasn't quite right with this child. But then again, dressed in what could constitute bondage gear, what was?

"I'm Anarhis. My mommy sent me here to adjust... I want to meet everyone."

Claude looked to him a bit disapprovingly, as the one in the box piped up, boyish voice light with concern.

"I-I-I'm Ozell, and.... I-I don't know why I was sent here. I-I promise I won't get in the way, but thank you for having me."

"Promise you won't get in the way? Perfect." Claude looked to Archlich. "I think he came with his own bed, so if you could set him down and lead me to mine, we'd be saving one."

Anarhis piped up, "Why not sleep together and save two beds..?"

"Because I need space. I roll around in my sleep." Claude narrowed his eyes at Anarhis. "And kick. And punch and bite. And therefore NO." Staring sternly at him, he finally took his hand off the door when it looked like it wasn't about to close on Ozell's fingers.

((Did someone say 'Creepy'?))

skraaaaaaaank.... ...skraaaaaaaaaaank..... ....skraaaaaaaAAAAaaank....

The sound of metal dragging on cement could be heard approaching the house, interspersed between child-like grunting and arguing.

"Why... nnngh... do /we/ have to... ngh... do this?"

"Mmmm... *huff* Do you see anyone else... *huff* who would?"

"...S-Sorry for causing y-you guys trouble... Y-You don't have to do help me..."

"Shut up, you... nnnngh... blind idiot."

"I-I'm not blind! I-I'm telling you, it's a /one-way/ mirror! I-I can't see you from my side.."

"Whatever."

As they came into sight, the scene depicted two kids handling a rather high-end looking metal crate twice their size. Pulling from the front was an angry-looking and white-haired elven child dressed in a clean white shirt and black pants that looked a few sizes too large for him with a toy bow and set of arrows strapped to his back, pushing from the rear was a young red-skinned incubus who was far too provocatively dressed for someone his age, and visible through a window in the crate was a pale-skinned boy with black rings around his milky white eyes, dressed entirely in a black bodysuit.

The incubus spoke up between pants for breath. "Oh, look... *pant* There's the house there. We don't have long to go."

The elf groaned. "Don't have long? That's practically on the /horizon/. I'm not dragging this stupid box another yard."

The boy in the box spoke up. "Y-You could try opening the box again."

"We tried that already, you idiot. The stupid thing is jammed."

"Th-There's probably instructions on how to open it printed on the side."

The incubus and the elf idly stepped over to the latches on the crate, squinting at the lettering...

'Child-proof latch- lift and pull to open'

"...It reads... 'out of order'." To prove his point, the elf tugged on the door once again to no avail. "See? Fine. We'll pull it a little longer. You in the red skin, get on the other side and start pushing."

"Okay. <3"

skraaaaaaaank.... ...skraaaaaaaaaaank..... ....skraaaaaaaAAAAaaank....

I like. :0

And next time I'll be around to proofread. Sorry about making you wait before.

And Ozell had thought that the couple would be saved by subduing the Hellions- giving Kairaishi the benefit of the doubt was a grave mistake.

Seeing Rulaag beginning to bound off, he could only follow in pursuit- not before snatching up the sewn-together dolls, though. Recent training had made him a slightly better jumper, but there would be no catching up to a teleporter- at least, not before they got tired. Seeing Kairaishi slowly getting away gave him an idea...

Taking off so as to be in a V pattern with Rulaag, Ozell figured it would be their best shot- even if Kairaishi got a good distance away, they would intercept him if he tried to change course too abruptly or doubled back on himself- and at the very least, would set them up to cover ground most efficiently when Kairaishi inevitably had to stop.

It was a longshot plan, but it was the best Ozell could come up with at the spur of the moment. With any luck, one of them would find him...

You're teaching them...?

Scrambling to the surface and then to shore, those words had an echo to them- Ozell tumbled them in his mind much longer than common sense in a situation like this would measure. Getting up on shore, he took another look at the situation- and the unconscious couple- and then to how confident the puppetmaster looked. Words escaped him- but he couldn't just say nothing.

"...Kairaishi... say it isn't so."

((Pick up sticks?))

The physique of any given ningyo was equal to that of Ozell's- and while he had the advantage of reflex, they could move as fast as Kairaishi could think- which made his chances of escaping all that much more narrow. He jumped, but wasn't able to get his legs out of the way- the group of them seemed to inadvertantly make a human pyramid, if only for the moment before Ozell was knocked, back first, onto a mossy rock and into a fit of gasping for air as it was suddenly knocked out of him.

"K-Kairaishi.. *cough* S-Stop!.. *cough cough* Wh-What do you think.. *cough* you're doing?!"

As he spoke, he tried his best to squirm out from under the dogpile- kicking off of shoulders and tumbling backwards all the way.

With a nod, Ozell hopped off his perch, claws extending as he dashed into the park- only to find Kairaishi standing there amongst his puppets. This... would be a special case- Kairaishi, while commonly known as a villain, had as many excuses for his actions as he did puppets- having 'dealt' with him before, Ozell knew to tread lightly. Leaping into action, he landed a blow to one Hellion's chin- they were weak enough here to be put out cold. Then, to another, a claw in the back of the thigh that forced him, wincing in pain, into a kneeling position.

"Kairaishi! You're supposed to incapacitate villains. That guy looks like he's dying! Why do you have all your ningyo here??"

Human faces!

Ozell sighed.

Ozell frowned a bit as the police band broadcast regarding a kidnapping he had been listening to was finished by the time the pirated broadcast was over. Oh well.. they probably would have just advised all units to let Unbelievable-Man handle it. Still, this about a couple-vanisher was quite disturbing. And the dolls left at the scene of the crime. Shurikens, poison darts? Who would do such a thing?

Human faces!

Ozell blinked and quickly shook his head. No, it couldn't be Kairaishi. ...Could it? There were as many signs pointing to yes as there were signs pointing to no, after all. Yes, he could enter Paragon City when he pleased. No, he wasn't a mass killer. Yes, he was capable of the dolls left at the scenes. No, just about anyone could be. Yes, he and the ningyo used all the weapons described. No, he wouldn't be so clumsy at the scene of the crime, and if there was that much violence used there'd at least be the traces of the people.

Could his personal thoughts be affecting his judgement? ..No, of course not. It couldn't be him. What was important now was knowing where the criminal would strike next- and the most couples furthest away from radios at the moment would be... Prometheus Park. Hopping off the Yellow Line, he began in bounds down to the scene. He had heard other radios going off as well, so other heroes would be starting on this for sure. This would be his part.. he hoped. He settled down on an awning of a nearby building, which had the only good view of the park around. It was the place to be to scope the place out, after all.

A six-way tie for second place? What do you think this is, GOLF?

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 21
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 24
Prodiguy: 21
The Soviet: 22
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 19
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 13
Billy Boy: 15
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 20
Mithral Zeta: 19
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 19
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 20
Ozell One: 21

Not so much, buckaroo.

((Leave it to a post by a redname to attract people out of the woodwork to us. Very cool- the more the merrier! Welcome to this corner of the forums!

Looking forward to more on a promising story. Good to see you here.))

Two punctuated sneezes heralded Ozell's arrival back to the land of the non-hallucinating. Sitting up with a dazed and confused look on his face, he pulled down his cowl a bit to wipe his nose with the back of his hand- then, putting it back in place, looked around at the drastically changed surroundings.

"Well, that was... uhm.. H-Hello Mr. Experiment, Mr. Toy, Miss Rosalind, everyone. Um... Wh-Where did Mr. Poe go? And fuzzy wuzzy wasn't really ontop of me just now, was he?.."

Lord Diov: 20
Khellendrosiic: 20
Hallucinogen: 21
Essex: 22
Prodiguy: 21
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: 11
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 18
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 14
Billy Boy: 17
Leo Gunner: 2
Pheonyx: 16
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 17
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 17
Ozell One: 22

Hal gets one because he's come a long way since I first met him.
Grey loses one because I picked him at random! Just kidding, no I didn't. *revenge* D:
I've also docked myself the point Diov accidentaly gave me when he healed Prodiguy. HONESTY

Jordan: Lol, Hurt and Heal RPers on the forums!
Me: I saw.
Jordan: You're in it.
Me: Wut?
I guess I ought to get back in the swing of things!

Lord Diov: 18
Khellendrosiic: 21
Hallucinogen: 19
Essex: 21
Prodiguy: 19
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 18
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 14
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 10
Pheonyx: 16
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 16
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 17
Ozell One: 21

One point for Soviet, because he's a real American hero and has been the first helping hand out to me more than once, this thread included. As for Khell:

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Frankly, never really seen what you guys think in Tom, therefore a plink to him.

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A point off for being all cranky when ignorance is supposed to be bliss. D:

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"So tell me Ozell, just what DOES bring you here, hmm?"

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"W-Well, Rulaag, I was just--"

And that was when he was cut off as the action started. Knowing better to argue with Rulaag, or Poe, he had pretty much been waiting for it to conclude and holding his breath...

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The two ballista were completely naked. They moved their hands to cover their shrunken nads. Steroids will do that to you. They both started moving for the elevator, too embaressed to make comment or fight.

Then they bumped into a large gigantic suger plum that had dropped out of nowhere.

Experiment was suddenly surrounded by several poison dart frogs singing "We wish you a merry christmas!"

The party-goers, Rulaag, and Poe were nowhere to be seen. Hundreds of random and wacked out hallucinations started popping up around the club, but there were no actual people inside.

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And then he burst out laughing... then made the mistake of inhaling to catch his breath. While Rulaag was next to immune to things like these, Ozell had proven on multiple occasions that he was extremely susceptible.

After a moment, his pupils dialated (though this was hard to see, as his eyes were a solid white anyways) and he stared intently at a spot on the cieling across from the club, oblivious to all other hallucinations going on around him. After that, he began in a slow walk toward whatever he saw. Of course, there was no way he would be reaching it- he'd sooner fall off the railing if someone didn't stop him. Or maybe just bump into it and throw up, it could go either way.