Prodiguy

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*the sirens song turns softer and a sonic distortion stops the spine in mid air for a moment before sending it tumbling to the ground. She looks back at Experiment 2.0 and begins another destructive aria. Bolts of sound are hurled towards Experiment as she begin to float closer to him.*

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Experiment held his head, a headache almost instant as the sound blast hit him. He recovered quickly enough, but he realized he had to think.

Glancing around, his idea came quickly enough.

He turned from the Siren, running past Flaming Earth, and cutting one of the doors off of its hinges.

He turned, lifting it, and kicked it at the siren, blocking her view of him, as well as acting as a projectile.

Knowing she would most likely stop the door also, he fired a spine once he was hidden, aiming for it to cut through the door and distract her.

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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*to Experiment 2.0*
“Oh there are just too many of you!” the goddess stomps her foot causing a little of the cognac in her glass to spill on to her hand. “I am going to need a little help for this! My darling siren can take care of you.”

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"Oh, do I threaten you?" he chuckled, crossing his spined arms cockily, "So sad."

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*without a word the woman in the ornate French gown who had been singing by the small orchestra levitates into the air and an enchanting tune fills the air as her voice resonates close to Experiment attempting to shatter the floor under his feet*

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Experiment made a small noise before leaping to the side, barely avoiding the collapsing floor. He cleared his throat as he stood, brushing himself off. "Well... THAT was unexpected... Enough mocking."

He fired a spine toward the Siren, aiming to use the organic lining reaching from him to the spine to pull her down to the earth for a good pummeling.

Experiment raised his eyebrow at the giant of a man, and smirked.

Blind Messenger scooted to the side slightly. He didn't want to seem in contact, because he knew what 2.0 was about to do.

"Y'know, I realize steroids are tasty and all," Experiment chuckled, "But they DO shrink a part of your body you might want in the future, buddy."

The necromancer behind him smacked his skull, leaning on the bar.

He KNEW Experiment was going to say something. He just KNEW it...

As the crowd rushed around, a large clump of space was filled momentarily by them all. A flash of light and technological beeps and boops sounded from the center as a previously rather indistinguishable figure stood tall, clad in sleek red armour with messy blond hair, goggles on his head, and ice-blue eyes, pushed himself free and into a pretty empty corner of the room.

Experiment 2.0 glanced around, his red armour reflecting light in the room. "Okay, look, I came here for a report..." Spines extracted from his arms, and he growled. "I came here to eat fancy food. I came here to perhaps get with a pretty girl, but no. You just had to ruin it..."

He glanced over at the two new arrivals also, and scowled. "And I know robot-lad here is an Arachnos crony, so now I have a LOT of people to beat up..." He pointed at the Goddess. "Right after I beat YOU up."

Experiment was about to speak, offer to walk her there, but she was already on her way out...

Plus, he had raised his hand to speak, causing a bolt of pain to shoot up his arm and into his shoulder. He gripped it tightly, searing through his teeth. "Okay... Happy place... Happy place..."

Just want to mention, the CoX boards are probably the nicest places in the MMO world.

Diov is right, Virtue is THE location, commonly, for most RPers. I personally say a LOT of servers have RP... Just don't go to Liberty... Trust me... My main is there, and it... It's not a very RP-Open place, to me...

Blind glanced out to the Round Two arena, his head jerking to the side as he spotted Penny. He grinned, eager to watch what was going to happen next... Maybe he--

He didn't get a chance to finish the thought as he was shoved forward. "Your turn for the first round, you [censored].... I can't wait to see you torn limb from limb."

"Well, technically, I--"

Blind was in the arena before he finished talking.

Glancing around, he could see nothing... No robot, no lions, as he had expected there to be before, no nothing... Were they playing games with him?

The microphone smacked into his skull, causing a ringing sensation within as he stumbled to gain his balance.

"Ah, look what we have! The necromancer Blind Messenger, as usual, covering his sordid face!" the announcer seemed to scream over the comm, causing laughter and cheering in the crowd. "Now, will you beg for mercy, scum?"

Blind lowered his face to the mic., and grinned. "Nope, and I intend to eat your face as soon as this is over."

Silence... Then howls of laughter from the prisoners. The microphone swung into his face, causing him to stumble again, and retracted.

Blind Messenger then felt the familiar feeling of a sense... The darkness inside of him grouped into his eye sockets, and a slight outline approached him from the other side of the arena... not very big, but VERY fast.

He leaped to the side, sliding and avoiding the... well, whatever it was, by only a few inches. The thing turned, and ran again. This gave Messenger a few moments to identify it.

It seemed to be an abnormally large dog, most likely part-wolf, but it had stealth capabilities. Whatever it was, it didn't look happy to see him.

He launched forward, landing on the dog-thing, and leaping in a spinning action again to avoid getting ripped apart.

"Wow, who knew such a thing like that could be so dexterous? Well, let's see if our Stealth-Wolf can bury this fiend of bones!"

That made the necromancer chuckle slightly.

The wolf turned, and ran, but this time, he was ready.

He brought his hand up, and a single zombie encased in black and brown rotting armour leaped from a darkened portal, blocking the thing with his blade. The knight pushed it away, then went for a stab as it stumbled.

Blind, meanwhile, fell to the ground, panting hard. Odd, as he had no organs, but still. That had taken a LOT out of him, and he only summoned one!

The knight struck downward, missing the wolf's head by inches, and the canine leaped forward, cutting the skeleton's armour in half. The knight recoiled, brought his blade up in defense, and backed up.

The wolf attempted to leap over him to the necromancer, but his blade was faster, striking the creature in the stomach. Blood poured over the undead as the wolf whined in pain, spinning to land on his feet. It quickly struck, causing the unprepared knight to fall back. That gave the wolf the opening to destroy its skull, thereby killing it.

The creature turned, and Messenger grinned. He raised an arm, began levitating in the air...

...And screams emenated through the arena.

Purple and yellow bolts of energy left his skeletal arms, gripping the creature tightly as the souls began leeching the thing's life force away. One of the souls got inside the wound that the knight had created, and the canine whined and writhed.

The thing's eyes bulged largely, then, greusomely, the head exploded in a rain of brain, cartilage, and soul energy.

Blind grinned again, then fell to the ground, moaning.

"...Well, he didn't have to be so violent... But the Necro-noob wins!"

Blind glanced over at the announcer's box, scowled, and stood, walking out to his waiting cell again.

Blind glanced down at the fizzy drink, grinned, nodding his head, and gripped it and turned from his 'friend' quickly as Experiment began talking again. "Yeah, you better drink that frooty-tooty rootbeer... 'Cause you aren't getting anything else." he said, grinning widely in satisfaction of causing the law-breaking necromancer some pain.

"Oh, I wouldn't think otherwise," Messenger muttered, sipping on the drink. 2.0 raised an eyebrow inquisitively, shrugged, and sipped his own drink.

He coughed slightly, then straightened up angrily.

"Hardy har har." he said, his comment dripping with sarcasm, as he pushed the drink away.

Blind simply chuckled behind his back, drinking the pepsi yet again.

Blind Messenger hummed lightly in his little 'cell,' smiling widely as each MK went down, one by one.

He was smacked in the side of the skull by a stick, his grin fading only slightly.

"Shut it, you pile of molded bones. If you don't, I will ensure you don't make it out of the arena alive."

"Right, and how do you plan on doing that?" the necromancer asked, a little too kindly, "Especially when I have the powers of darkness and undeath on my side? I've been in here a lot more than even you probably have, kiddo."

Another smack to the skull caused it to spin all the way in a three-sixty-degree. He sighed, glancing upward, awaiting his turn in line.

((Blind Messenger has been in the Zig seven/eight times. He has gained a VERY slight resistance.

And his calculations are VERY off... Just you wait... >:3))

Blind Messenger was lead to one of his old cells, now filled with a single occupant. A troll, by the looks of it, but his horns and green skin were fading from lack of Superadine.

Apparently, he wasn't smart enough to get his hands on any in this place.

"Welcome home, Blindy." the guard leading him muttered coldly, shoving him in.

"Don't call me--"

The door slammed shut, and the necromancer flowed easily into his corner. The half-troll turned to look at him, grinning. "Well, how iz ya doon'? Ya gotz sum supez?"

"No..." the dark figure uttered, placing his hands on his hood. He had enough strength for this, he was sure. "But I do have your worst FEAR!"

His hood fell back, and his eyes, filled with a dark, alien-like substance flashed, and the troll's eyes filled with fear and grief.

A few minutes later, according to Blind's memory, the crying would begin. An hour later, the screaming, then the unconsciousness.

How he LOVED the fear he induced in people.

((<.< Well, I got it.))

A chuckle, obviously pleased, came from the front door as a blond man, about 6"3', and VERY red and shiny, stepped through. "Nice one... Shocking, and he uses electricity..." he spoke in a slightly faded British accent, "Priceless."

"You would think that, dork." another voice spoke behind him, soon revealed to be of a very... unique character.

His face was shrouded in shadow, but would could be seen was not of skin. His jaw held in place, no matter how unlikely that it should, and his cheek bones glowed, newly waxed. He was covered in a dark cloak and hood, mixed in with black and red clothing.

Experiment 2.0, the man in red armour, rolled his eyes as he came to the bar. He sat down, and instantly spun and leaned on the bar itself as Blind Messenger, the necromancer in the black and red garb, sat beside him. "You're boring, Blindy."

"Don't call me Blindy."

Experiment spun again. "Excuse me! A coke for the tech genius, and a rootbeer for the emo-guy!"

"Pepsi."

"Rootbeer, my good bartender!"

"You're such a jerk." Blind finished, rolling his eye-nerves and sighing...

...Although, it was kind of hard to tell how, what with his lack of lungs, tongue, and... Well, actually, every other vital body part.

Blind Messenger grinned at Penny's act of heroism... And halted his thoughts.

He was beginning to dislike this 'Penny' character more and more... Not so much dislike, no, more like distrust. Would that be a real word?

It would have to do.

However, he then glanced down at the girl, hand raised. He stilled for a moment, his skull contorting slightly, and he lowered it.

I don't get any sense yet... That power lock-down still affects me, no matter HOW much I come in here... It is beginning to bore me.

Blind simply grinned at the drone, having heard this quite a few times now.

He chanced a glance at Penny, watching her reaction to the proceedings. He wanted to know if the hunch he had gotten on the flier was a falsity, or if he was onto something.

Personally, he wished he was right. He hadn't had enough action in recent days, and he was getting bored.

Blind didn't much care for the way they were led around like animals, but he was used to it by now. Six times, was it?

"No," he muttered quietly, grinning, "Seven by now, if not more."

"Shut it, filth," a guard beside him shouted, causing nerve endings in the necromancer's skull to spin in a rolling of the eyes motion, "Or I'll zap you right back to he--"

"Didn't come from there." Blind managed to get in, before a stick jabbed into his side, causing him to shake. He stopped, grinning still as he continued in silence.

Blind hadn't said a word until he got off of the flier, a lingering glance on Penny made it obvious he seemed to be slitting what would be his eyes at her. However, soon enough, he grinned his skeletal grinned, and came up next in line.

"Name and number, buddy, before I shove this into your eye socket like last time." a guard spoke, slightly bored. He had seen Messenger a number of times, and every time, the necromancer annoyed the hell out of him. It turned out that this time was no different.

"So, how are the kids Paul? Eating their greens? You made sure they got my present, right--" Blind began, only to have the stick shoved into where his stomach would be. The flash of light the stick emitted struck the skeletal figure hard, sending him down into fits of coughing up a black, tarry liquid.

"Listen up, if you ever talk to me again, or you EVER mention that 'gift' again, I will kill you, got it?"

Blind grinned as he stood, but knew that the threat wasn't empty.

Mashing down a man's baby, disguising it as a meal, and serving it to his living children probably wasn't the best way to get into somebody's good book.

"Smith, Keith. Four-One-One-Dash-Eight-Two-Two."

Paul glared at him another moment, daring him to speak. When he didn't, the guard moved him on, switching sticks to a more suitable type. He knew the last name was false, but no matter how much they had tried before, Smith was the only one they could get out of him.

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"Er - I mean - " she said hastily, trying to make her last statement seem less argumentative. Her voice trailed off momentarily - she wasn't certain how to recover. "I've heard rumors about this place," she finally fumbled on. "Are they true?"

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Someone in the shadows of the flier scoffed, leaning back. He seemed normal enough, except his hands were entirely covered by gloves, and his face by a make-shift hood, but other than that, normal.

"I don't know what rumors you heard, girl," he muttered casually, "But they're probably true. Villains aren't known for their openness, but when it comes to the Zig, most find it rather hard to lie about."

He leaned forward from the shadows, grinning... But his skinless face looked grotesque in such a grin, his skull having to cause the emotion, "But then, you must be pretty strong or smart to get yourself in here... Tell me, what on earth did an innocent girl like you do?

<.<

Man, if I had a lot of time on my hands, I would probably look up Zephyr in the Yellow Book right about now...

Yeah, Experiment's never getting a love interest... Too complicated. The only females I write are Jenny Ballard, his sister, and Emma Ballard, his mother.

Why did I write this?

Dunno, felt like a good idea at the time.

Name: Keith. No known last name. Commonly referred to as 'Blind Messenger.'

Stats: Male, skeletal, age of most likely twenty-five.

Known Powers: Necromancy is a hobby of his, along with control over creatures and powers of darkness in general.

Brief physical description: Skinless, covered commonly by a dark cloak and hood, along with black cloth 'armour,' mostly for looks, and his skull is polished, usually with the cloth covering his eye sockets. Nobody really ever figured out why. He wears the normal orange Prison-garb, but he made himself a hood out of part of a cloth to cover his face, along with some spare gloves he found on the street to cover his hands. If not revealed, he would almost look completely normal.

Well, apart from looking both anorexic and bulimic at once.

History in a Nutshell: Blind from the age of nine, opening a book of darkness in a magic shop caused dark energies to flow through him, and he struck out at his former mentor, Experiment 2.0, for attempting to teach him to control his dark power he had attained. He attempted to teach himself, at the horrible cost of it taking him over from the inside out.

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“Okay, fine, that makes sense. But it’s like those companies that let you accumulate massive amounts of vacation time, but only let you carry a week over. ‘We’re promoting a work-life balance.’ No, you’re trying to cut costs so no one can ever take a month off at a time.” Sis shrugged. “Forcing someone to take a vacation they don’t want usually makes everyone upset, which just leads to more stress.” She paused. “There’s probably a logical fallacy in that argument.”

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Experiment's grin turned into a chuckle. "Yeah, but see, I never get any time off... The time I do get off is usually interrupted by my friends, my enemies, my family, or citizens... For a secret identity, it really doesn't do much to hide the accent. Not many people in the Paragon City Times sound like me."

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“Hah. See? What’d I say?” Sis winked. “Not to worry, I’m sure the doctors here will have plenty of things to occupy you. At least you’ll be safe from your…numerous enemies.” She considered for a moment, before adding, “And there’s always the Spa, I guess. I don’t consider it relaxing, but I got out-voted.”

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"Eh," Experiment replied as he shrugged, "I guess for some people, sitting in an overheated bath with other people around is relaxing. To me, it is just an awkward situation waiting to happen. When was the last time anything good happened at a spa in movies?"

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“One meat-shield, at your service,” Sis said with a mock bow. She crossed her arms over her chest and chuckled. “I’ll bet the orderlies can handle it. After all, we’re supposed to relax and stay out of trouble, right? And since my guide to the gym’s been whisked off, I guess I’ll have to find it on my own. I wonder if there’s a pool? Or if Fyre even bothered to pack my swimsuit? Now that I think about it…what the hell did she pack?” Sis frowned, trying to guess what might be in small backpack Saffyre had handed to her this morning. A look of panic crossed her features. “Oh no…she has to know better…” she muttered, glancing around the room and wondering if she could make a hasty exit and see if her room was ready.

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"Oh yeah, I'm sure they can, but y'know, just in case they CAN'T, you're gonna be the first line of defense... Oddly enough, I haven't really relaxed since I got here anyway... Been to worried about trying to figure out how to get this off, what's going on at home, what's going on in the PCT building..."

He sighed, "So much stress on vacation is almost an oxymoron."

When Sis began acting strange, his smile faded. "You okay? Whoever this 'Fyre' is, she's your friend, right? Why would she not do as you asked? Wouldn't that be, like, the OPPOSITE of friend? Like... Anti-Friend?"

Skull and Crossbones

Seems like a time when a hero (or misunderstood villain) battles their arch-nemesis, and a lot of roller-coaster battle is going on. (Y'know, like, winning, losing, winning, losing, winning?)

Plus, it's freakin' awesome.

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“Yeah, I don’t get that. I mean, sure, you break up a smuggling ring, the guys are bound to want to take a piece outta your hide the next time they see you. But why is relaxation required?” Sis made a face. “I get eight hours a night, mostly. That’s all I need. Why take any extended time off? Especially when the Zig is just a revolving door. I swear, that’s how half the bad junk makes it onto the streets. Somebody’s supplying the inside.”

She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Like…what if the Skulls, or the Hellions, or whoever, knew they could get their next batch of ‘Dyne from one of the lifers in the Zig? All they gotta do is run up to a Cape and hit them. Bang, off to the Zig. Go through processing, pick up the package, wait for the PD to show up, out on bail, drop off the package. Rinse and repeat.” Sis sighed. “And we keep putting them right back inside. Talk about your vicious cycles.” She shifted a little, aware that she was coming off a little more passionate than she had intended. “Keeps us employed though,” she added in a half-hearted manner.

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Experiment frowned. "I'll tell ya why relaxation is required... I work in my normal job during the day, plus halting any crimes in Steel Canyon, or any huge doomsday-like plans in the city, then at night, I have to patrol, since the crimes won't just come up to me... I hardly ever get sleep..."

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Sis laughed. “Dude, you’ve been watching old movies too much. Show up in that outfit at one of the parties I’m at and I’ll know you’re up to no good. Besides, if you’re there to relax, shouldn’t you show up in civvies? That armor comes off, right?” Her grin was just shy of a leer.

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"You know, I thought they would think I was a hero too, but I usually get mistaken for a VILLAIN. I swear, it is so hard to tell us apart these days, it would seem..."

At Sis' next question, he grinned. "Yeah, it comes off... But that doesn't always end my duties as a hero... And I usually don't relax, no matter how much I wish to... I'm too into the scene, I suppose."

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Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ian get pulled out of the room by a nurse. As he walked past the orderlies gathering in the doorway, she shifted her weight from foot to foot. It didn’t take much detective work to see that the focus of the orderlies’ attention was the wild-haired girl in the black jumpsuit. She seemed to be holding court with the lizard and the utensil requestor. Glancing back at Experiment, she nodded towards the door. “Think there might be trouble?”

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Experiment glanced over, shrugging. "Maybe... But if there is, you're gonna be my shield; I can't exactly pull off all my lovely acrobatic maneuvers, or stab people lots and lots of times with this stupid thing over my best arm."

He raised the casted arm slightly to justify his words.

Experiment grinned, and lowered into a bow, his red armour reflective as ever. "I am Experiment 2.0, apparent master of my dreams, and technological extraordinaire. I--" He halted on his way up, glancing at Night. As she paled, he stood up straight. "She was caught by it too, wasn't she... Do you know if she's okay? Did she get out yet?"