Prodiguy

Experiment: "I bet it's got something to do with fire."

Me (?): "I think he means the AUTHOR'S name, E."

Exp.: "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!"

Prodi: "We talk all the time..."

Exp.: "Oh, yeah. Hey!"

Prodi: *Head-smack.*

Blind: *Glares at Jake silently.*

Experiment: *Raises eyebrow.*

Blind: *Sighs.*

Jenny: "What the fudge are you people doing?"

Experiment: "...The... The 'fudge?'"

Experiment sighed, his spines retracting as he stood up straight again. "Right, great, just go ahead and refute my wish to help you. Y'know, you could have kept playing all innocent, and I wouldn't have looked so stupid."

He leaped from the rooftop, jets activating to slow him as he landed. He bowed to Steel American, grinning. "No worries, sir. I came here to calm these guys down anyway- A few people got scared when the guy here let off a shot and called the police. So far, I'm the only hero to figure out where it came from."

He removed a wire from his belt, and slipped it into his right wrist. He glanced at the female creature, smirking. "Now, if you're gonna attack me, do it. Get it outta your system. Then, I will use this electrified wire to knock you unconscious, place a TP on you, send you to the Zig, and we can all leave," he glared at Nick, "WITHOUT any bullet wounds."

"Okeydokey, I've seen enough." a voice spoke from the rooftops, a shiny human standing up... Was he shiny? No, it was just the armour, a bright red, reflecting the sun. His smile was obvious, even from the ground, as his cape flowed in whatever wind was at that altitude.

"I'm against simply brandishing pistols at people, even if they don't have hero licenses. She has done nothing overtly violent just yet- But I am completely aggressive against people wielding pistols against heroes."

He aimed his right hand down at Nick, a spine ejecting from it, ready to fire at a moment's notice. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a fight any day. These Hellions just don't put up as much of a fight as they used to, and the Raiders are boring me. So put down the guns, or this thing goes through your stomach and out the other side for the docs at the Zig to fix up, 'kay?"

Maybe it leveled itself. It got bored of waiting for you.

Shimmer did that once. I was sittin' in m3h swivelly chair one day, when he started blasting at people randomly on Mercy Island!

....Although, that MAY have been the macro, but still...

Pfft, my highest level villain is Blind at level 23 on Virtue.

Well, technically, the highest villain (and character in general) on my ACCOUNT is level 32-33, but it's a friend's.

You know I have a problem when I have my 36 month award, and MY highest character, started from the beginning, is level 30, when my friend started on my account six months ago and has a level 32...

It's almost upsetting.

Messenger grinned, eye sockets filling with dark energy. "You guys may want to look away..." he muttered, pulling on his orange, makeshift hood.

The tendrils in his eyes lashed out in meeting with the light, grasping out at the guard rapidly. The tendrils circled his head, burrowing into his skull, and an almost inhuman scream filled the air as blood streamed down his neck. The tendrils flicked and jumped, absorbing the soul, life force, and knowledge of the guard.

Blind reached out two hands, gripping the guard's head. The tendrils jumped more, flicked more aggressively, they pushed in harder, the guard screamed louder, the--

A resounding snap filled the hall as Blind pulled back from the deceased guard, the dark energy flowing back into his skeletal form through the skull. Once they had finished, he pulled the hood back up, looking at the guard with his head turned at a one-hundred and eighty degree angle, almost exactly.

"...I can't move. You may want to drag me. I know the way." he said, his bottom jaw barely moving. It seemed that, no matter what energy he had sapped from the guard, the stress of it had wasted all of his previous power he had gained.

"Also, don't drag me through the blood. It's disgusting me."

The Knights took the hits like nothing, their crumbling faces flashing identical grins...

...Before jamming their criss-crossing blades forward at the lenses of the small bots aggressively. Blind, meanwhile, glared at the other bots as the soul energy returned to him.

"Well, that isn't very nice, threatening me like that..." he muttered, his hand thrusting forward.

A large spot of darkness expanded over the Assault and Protector bots' area, encompassing them in bubbling dark energy. Following that, tentacles ripped from the ground and surrounded them, whipping and grasping at them.

Which would give enough time for Blind to slip into shadows, disappearing from view.

Everyone but Earthbound Angel of mine has an arch-nemesis... And Earthbound isn't really even in-game yet. I need to unlock a Peacebringer, damnit...

Blind simply stood for a moment, scratching his chin. "All I need is my skull ti instill fear in someone... But then I'd get kicked around like a ball... Why? Do you intend to use my bones in a way that doesn't include me being a complete skeleton? If so, I don't like your plan."

((Pretty much. Physically, he is a skeleton. Base this off of pictures of Liches from a few video games. He is considered an immortal necromancer, one of the definitions of Lich.))

"...Are you kidding? Do you really expect me to punch and kick people with my easily dislocated bones?" Messenger said incredulously, looking at Twilit as if he were mad, "I can cause them immense fear by looking at them, and slow 'em down. Maybe throw a dark blast or two if I'm lucky... Other than that, you're on your own in the assault department. I'm the hang-back-and-help type without my zombie guards."

He dusted himself off with his gloved hands, as well as sending a few bugs to the floor. "Nevertheless, let's proceed."

Blind rolled his eye nerves, following behind Twilit as casually as if he were going to a lunch meeting. "I don't know why you're so speedy; It's not like you're gonna get too hurt... I mean, you wouldn't have ANY risk pretty much, if the ground weren't cemented over. Not strong enough to summon anything but portals through that stuff yet..."

He proceeded after the, to him, needlessly urgent mortal, smiling the whole way.

He glanced at the doors Twilit already checked, grinning like a loon. "Maybe we could ask one of those ever-so-nice guards for some directions?"

"Nah, this is good." the skull replied, bouncing from his hand and making contact with the floor with a grunt. A puff of darkness pushed it to the wall within viewing distance of the skeletal body.

"Alright... This always disorients me..."

The body began moving in an uncoordinated fashion, its hands fumbling on the floor blindly.

"Gah... No... Left hand up..."

The left hand's forefinger rose.

"...Alright, let's try again... No, not the RIGHT thumb! ...Okay, left hand, moving!"

It took a minute, but eventually, the corpse was crawling toward the skull slowly.

"Alright... Little faster... Come on... Push with that left leg, pull with the right... There... Uh, there I go..."

The right hand reached out... And the forefinger and middle finger stuck in both eye sockets.

"OH DEAR LORD! OUCH!"

He pulled his head on, shifting it to face forward correctly. The necromancer pulled his orange make-shift hood up, a grin crossing his features.

He turned to Twilit. "Alrighty then; Shall we go?"

The skull thought for a moment, wobbling slightly on the uneven walkway. "Eh, sure. I have nothing better to do, as you can plainly see... Just don't count on me helping much- I never needed the armory to get out any other time."

"LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A BEANSTALK!" came down the hall to Twilit, followed by a large Troll carrying a talking skull.

"Me no let yuz go, nub, 'cuz you hurt Grub's feelin's."

"Let me go, you idiotic Troll, or I'll"

"Har, yu'll WUT, nub? Look at me funnee?"

"...Oh yes... Yes, I'll 'look at you funny,' Grub..." Dark tendrils seeped from the skull, lashing at the Troll's neck, causing him to recoil in fear. He fell to the ground, his head making contact with a VERY strong bar.

The head rolled to the step of the cell, bumping at the ridge.

"...Ahem... Could either of you GOOD fellows help me get my body? It's about two cells down..."

The necromancer simply grinned as two undead Knights leaped from the ground, swords crossed. The bot fire hit the knights, burning their leathery armour, but they quickly recovered and ran at the drones, slicing rapidly and menacingly.

Blind, meanwhile, grinned. "Let's make sure you don't tire too quickly, huh?" He raised his hand yellow and purple orbs of light spinning around it... Before flying at Jake with immense speed. "Feel the force of my Soul Storm, mortal!"

The grin could almost be heard as Blind's voice spoke into Flaming's mind again. Do you really think I'm so unprepared for your attack?

The Messenger impostor exploded as the flames touched it, darkness and tendrils striking out, attempting to grip Flaming Earth in a tight, draining grasp.

From below him, rotted hands shot out of the ground, gripping at his boots. Aww, look at that... They want to play... Hehehehehe...

Meanwhile, Blind Messenger himself appeared next to the Goddess, smiling. "Hello, madam. How may I be of service to you, this fine day? Let me begin with my namesake- It appears that a friend of yours, a controller of fire and earth, has turned against you. I would like to take his place on your side, if I may?"

((Yeah, Blind is a complete dick, but what'cha gonna do, huh?))

"Probably something like Stacy, or Lucy, or Katie, or--" a British voice sounded from the bar, followed by a loud, interrupting sigh.

"Shut up, E."

"Why?"

"'Cause I said so. Now, shut up." Blind finished, rubbing his... Well, technically, he couldn't rub the bridge of his nose, because it appeared to be missed, but he did rub the area between his eye sockets.

Blind grinned, lowering his face. "Heh... 'Profit...' Is that all you're thinking about here?"

He turned, his skeletal face clouding in darkness, his eyes becoming tendrils of the stuff. "All you mortals think about is money... Fame... Sometimes, you even think about power... Hell, most of you think you HAVE power, just because you have super abilities..."

Tentacles rushed from a portal of darkness between the necromancer and Flaming, blocking his view. Blind then sunk into the ground through a gate of dark energy. Behind the earth and fire controlling human, Messenger appeared, dark blades jutting from his arms.

Like him? echoed in his head, I made him myself.

The copy attacked, blades of darkness striking forward to slash at Flaming Earth.

((Eh, Blind doesn't know that. Jake's first act to Blind was generosity, and therefore...))

Blind smirked, observing his shielding. "Y'know, usually, I would be torn between fighting for the awesome bad guys, or helping the guy who gave me shields..."

He raised his hand, and the ground crumbled under rotting hands, zombies and knights separating themselves from the ground. "But then, I've never really been one to be a good guy..."

He then pointed his hand at Jake, darkness enveloping it. "So, if fly-boy here doesn't agree with you, I will be more than happy to send your mind reeling into the abyss."

Experiment raised an eyebrow in the direction of what appeared, physically, to be a very menacing, deadly demon, and mentally, practically a 6 year old child. He leaned over to Blind, who shook his head. He REALLY didn't want to look like he knew the hero at all.

"Hey, Blind, what's with the Monster-Child?"

The necromancer looked at him in confusion, then at the female kneeling next to the jukebox.

"Maybe she is tired, or perhaps she just saw you and froze in horror at what had been done to your face."

"What do you-- Oh, ha frickedy ha. What is it?"

"She. She appears to be either a human brain of a child placed inside of an interdimensional creature, or one VERY messed up monster. I can't really tell."

"Well, go ask."

"Are you kidding?" he looked at Experiment incredulously, although it was hard to tell with the lack of eyes, skin, eyebrows, all that kind of stuff, "Do you know how much it would hurt to be kicked by those hooves?"

"Blah, you're just scared."

"Why don't YOU go over?"

"...I'm... I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"Trying to get YOU to go over."

"...Just... Just shut up... Please..."

One skeletal hand gripped Flaming Earth by the left wrist, a grunt coming from the flying figures skeletal mouth. "Woah, hello there. How are you doing this fine afternoon?"

In his left hand, Experiment 2.0 was hanging by his right ankle, unconscious.

The sonic blasts from earlier took a toll on him, and he had disappeared ((I know, lame, but I had to explain him somehow! =P)) from view. Apparently, he had been swept up in an invisible wave by this form.

The skeletal figure landed, his black and red cloak and hood flowing as his black and red cloak adjusted itself in its black and red goodness.

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?"

"Oh, I'm sure, muscle-wise, you're gigantic... But, y'know, organ-wise...--"

"Shut up!" Blind interrupted his 'friend,' smacking him over the back of the head. Experiment recoiled, gripping his head in pain.

"Woah, what the HELL?! I was just saying--"

"I KNOW what you were saying. Shut up before you get yourself killed."

"Well, technically, I have a medi-porter--"

"...Just shut up. Please."

Agreed. For instance, Experiment 2.0 and his grapple-spine, or his advanced taser compared to the in-game origin power equivalent is powerful enough to disable someone, especially if they have a metal coating or something. Prime example is the Mentalist/Experiment fight in City of Zombies.