Prodiguy

((Tug-O-War competition with a rival Drill group.

They didn't want me to play. Said I lacked the arm strength.))

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1014: If I do ask for help, when we are to become the new gods, I cannot choose "Half dark elven goddess of childbirth and lesbian pregnancies".

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Oh, we're not allowed to do that?

Cross yet ANOTHER career off my list.

>.>

What? I've always wanted to be a H.D.E.G.C.L.P.

If joining multiple threads with the same character is poor form, then I am a jerk unworthy of words.

If you read perhaps every fourth thread, you will most likely spot Experiment 2.0 at some point.

So, in my personal, humble opinion, it is not poor form. However, if you start feeling stressed to keep up with threads, as I am starting to, it is probably best to not join any new ones.

Experiment raised his eyebrow again as the cloud neared him, and he shrugged. "Is that thing really supposed to hurt me? Come on, Dark Armour Mutation anyone?"

He was devoured rather promptly.

He glanced around the area. He recognized it immediately.

Steel Canyon, the economical center for Paragon City, and his home and workplace, was up in flames. Buildings were falling, citizens were charred and melting on the streets. He had to hold in a cry that would have stained his reputation for decades.

Then, a small *fump* sounded to his right. He turned, and recoiled to an edge. His sister, Jenny Ballard, was burning, her face seeming to slide away from her skull, leaving only bone and fragments of cartilage. He glanced up, and spotted what had caused this. Or, more accurately, who. Or, even MORe accurately, the several whos.

Dr. Keizer Shimmer floated above Jenny, battle suit and drones all flowing with an amazingly electrical aura. Behind them, and to the right, Experiment 3.0 floated, tail and wings flaring out in a menacing manner, his eyes aflame. To the left of Shimmer and his bots, Blind Messenger floated, along with another almost exactly like him, and several zombies below. Above them all, Pyro-Technis' hands were alight, firing balls of flame at every flammable object in his enflaming arc of flammable doom.

"Hello, 2.0." Shimmer muttered darkly, his eyes turning to slits.

"Finally! I've been waiting to Necro-fy you for SO long!" Blind Messenger followed, chuckling like a school girl.

"Good guy, you die!" Experiment 3.0 then came poetically, smacking his fists together in his demonic, idiotic way.

Pyro simply glanced at him, and continued setting citizens alight.

2.0 glanced at every one, and rage started to fill him.

"Get..."

His spines ejected from his arms, and his eyes began to grow almost silver. He was VERY pissed.

"...out...."

He flew upward, slashing in that general direction. The spine scratched Shimmer's armour, and sliced Pyro's already tattered shirt in half.

"...of..."

He then performed a side slash to the right, cutting 3.0's chest straight across. The demon recoiled, and growled angrily.

"...my..."

He flung himself over the demon-version of himself, and brought his spine down the middle of Blind Messenger. He had hit the clone, and caused it to disintegrate.

"...CITY!"

Blasts, fire, darkness, and spines flew everywhere.

Shimmer sat, blank eyed for a moment, before clearing his throat, and dusting himself off. "Yes, well, how am I supposed to know these things?"

The floor panels swiftly shut, three *BONK*s signifying that the assault bots apparently hadn't noticed, and their jets lost their flare.

"Besides, even if you DID send copies of me out, they wouldn't do much good. Your 'friends' are made of electricity. The only real 'power' I have is my intelligence, as well as my metallic skin. You may as well simply copy a citizen of Paragon City."

Shimmer spun, and immediately hit a button on his computer. A drone fired out, and sat between Shimmer and the spark.

"Why, no, no escape pods here I am afraid. However, I DO have a LOVELY Assault Bot or three that could take you out of here... Although, if they place you in the lava outside, I guess you could say 'beggars can't be choosers.'"

The three floor panels slid open, and a hissing noise made it obvious that a few bots had decided to come rising up.

"If that spark does anything to my drone, I will gladly disfigure your body in so many ways, not even an identical twin would be able to discern between you or a pile of mud that had been tramped on by a stampede of wild buffalo being chased by three hyena while unwittingly almost killing a lion cub, and completely murdering his father, but without the father having a single mark, strangely enough..."

He gasped in breath, and grinned.

A few seconds passed, and Experiment hit the ground. Hard.

He sat up slightly, groaning. He glanced upward, blood leaking from his nose and right side of his head. His eyes widened at the sight of the cloud, and he sat on his knees, scratching his head injury.

"...That's kind of off. Why is there a cloud in the middle of a forest, when there is no other fog around? I don't get it..."

The bot was about to perform a double-fisted attack on Experiment to knock him down, but the assault rifle's bullets quickly halted that. Sparks flew everywhere over its armour, and obvious dents could be seen.

It glanced down as Experiment tried to get his head straight, glancing around with glazed over eyes. It burst downward in Proto's direction, aiming its arms and rapidly firing searing bolts of energy.

Meanwhile, after a good few seconds of complete drunken confusion, Experiment spied the dark cloud of energy and lightning. He shrugged, aimed his right hand, and fired. Although, this time, it wasn't a spike.

On the inside of his armour, two tiny metal balls, connected by a wire, sped through the arm. As it scratched along the surface of the armour, it gained electrical charge, and as it exited, a quiet *POOMF* filled the space it had left. The Taser flew through the air, toward the Avatar...

...And Experiment started falling, his eyes completely glazed over.

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Sis snickered quietly, and held out a bottle of water to Experiment. “Here…I’m Sis, this is Ella and Cortianna. Er…one sec.” She quickly cracked the seal on the bottle so Experiment would be able to open it with one hand. “Sorry ‘bout that,” she said, handing it over. “So how exactly did the toaster do you in?” she asked grinning, eyes glancing towards his cast. “I’m sure the story is epic.” She flicked her ponytail over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest. Mentally, she kicked herself for laying on the sarcasm. It was no way to make friends. Then again, she wasn’t going to be here that long. Still, she was representing her Super Group, in a manner of speaking. She’d have to be careful to not insult anyone too badly.

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Experiment simply grinned, gripping the bottle. He glanced at his cast, and back up at the female, his eyes twinkling.

"I don't think telling you all the details would do very good for my image, but I will tell you this; The toaster-slash-glob-of-ever-heated-metal got what was coming to... Um... It. Also, don't hang television sets by anything flammable with said ever-heated items while wearing easily heatable armour. It just... Isn't a good idea."

However, he remembered the scenara pretty clearly...

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A few sizzles from the blowtorch later, it was done.

"Finally! Breakfast is served!" Experiment yelled, only to glance around and see nobody. He shrugged, and looked down.

He had intended to build a toaster, only to find a glowing chunk of metal in its place. "Hm... This is odd..." Glancing around again, he spotted the tie of fabric he had set earlier.

Recently, he had given Liquid Burst an advancement to his armour, allowing to take a HELL of a lot more damage than usual. He wanted to test it, with a lovely television-drop. It seemed like a good idea.

However, he picked up the heated chunk in his left, armoured hand, and the metal of the armour heated VERY quickly. He cried out, throwing the chunk, and releasing the armour over his left arm. He began running toward the sink, before hearing an obvious sizzle. He stopped and turned, just in time to see the platform the fabric was tied to, and the actual fabric, seperate.

Idiotically, he glanced up, and dodged his head away from the falling plasma screen. A severe CRUNCH caused him to raise an eyebrow.

He glanced around, and shrugged again. Only this time, the shrug sent his arm into spasms of pain.

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Yes. He remembered it VERY well.

Although, now that he thought about it, testing Liquid Burst's armour with a television set on the head was probably not safe anway...

((...Five, six?))

That, or they're anorexic/bulimic, and they are actually their size.

Either one works for me.

<.<
>.>

Not if you use Experi-Rulers, or Experi-Tape.

...It misses a few inches.

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“Boominess? So you can invent machines and words. Your spectrum of talents continue to blind me,” Ian joked and prodded Experiment’s shoulder. “…but you should thank Jenny for making you come here because if I were fighting you, I’d go after that arm like there was no tomorrow. You’ll be at 100% in no time.”

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Experiment chuckled, but it seemed to have a slight edge of embarresment in the tone. "Yeah, now would probably not be the best time to mention that I can't figure out how to get it off... He may actually attack me... And that's terrible."

He had to hold back a wave of chuckles to listen again.

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Ian pouted comically. “Oh man. You’re no fun,” he groaned then started to break out in laughter again. “I think I will do your sister a favor, though, and try to keep you away from tech. Burning, hollering and ‘boominess’ might be a bit disturbing…(and destructive)…to the other guests.” The destructive part he said under his breath.

Ian’s ear burned at the mention of him near the table. With a glance in his cup, Ian pushed himself up from his chair. “Let’s go get something to drink. You can meet some of the other guests you’ll probably be hanging around with. I’m sure they’re dying to meet you.”

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"Heh, don't worry, if anything gets awkward, just point me to a plug socket. I am sure this cast-thing could light up pretty good if I detach a wire or two..."

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“I wish,” he sighed after he snuck back near the group and poured himself some more iced tea. “I can take care of any villains that attempt to invade the grounds….Experiment could back up my word too.” He looked back toward Experiment then back at the group. “Oh yes, I almost forgot my associate. This handsome fellow’s name is John but he sometimes goes by the alias Experiment 2.0 or Experiment. Maybe because he’s always shocking himself or blowing himself up to try different hairstyles.”

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Experiment raised the usual eyebrow, scratching his head with his good hand. After a slight pause, he turned to Ian. "Yeah, thanks, now they think I'm more of a dork than I am... Well, at least, more than I appear to be..."

He turned back to the other guests, and bowed (carefully), grinning widely again. "Experiment 2.0, technological extraordinare, and master of toaster-in-bathtub action! May I get your names, ladies?"

"Like I'm not GOING to?"

Experiment landed, and dashed to the right, giving himself a little space away from the Atrocity, spines unsheathed. He threw himself into a roll, and landed facing the thing again.

He aimed a spike at the thing, about ready to fire, before half-turning his head to Burning. "Anything I should know about in this thing? Resistances, ranged power, stuff like that?"

"OHSWEETJEBUSRIDINGATRICYCLEBATMAN!"

Spines fired from Experiment's arms, organic lining pulling harshly as the spikes dug into the ground, catapulting him skyward, and he activated his jets.

Of course, he began falling steadily, approaching the height his jets were at previously. He groaned. "Alrighty then, that's it. I hate zombies, I hate magic, no offense Burning, but I overall, hate such BASIC traps, that I ALWAYS fall for! Hell, I fell for the freakin' Indiana Jones Boulder-Weight trap twice! In ONE BASE!"

He had a blank look for a moment, before chuckling. "Who knew Orenbagans had a sense of humor?"

The greater good?

Pink, two-foot tall bots styled after six-year-olds with toaster capabilities are the greater good?

What's Superman then? A squirrel of super-heroicy goodness?

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“Haha! You’re such a kidder,” is all Ian said about the ‘girl-thing’ with his ever enthusiastic grin. “So you broke your arm? And you didn’t put a cast on it right away so it could heal? You’re tougher than I first thought.” He laughed and shook Experiment’s hand (the one not broken), glad that he successfully change the subject.

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Experiment let his eyes wander, holding back a chuckle.

Yeah, because I SO didn't spend most of my time trying to figure out how to make my computer spontaneously form a cast from thin air like it did that jello-box... No siree... No stupidity and or slowness here...

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Finally letting his laughter and smile die out, he scratched his head quizzically. “But you still didn’t say why you’re here. Did Jenny really make you come or did you just feel like getting a bit of rest and relaxation?”

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Experiment sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. "I don't come to relaxing places of my own accord unless it is my 'relaxing place.' If there aren't explosions or lots of techy-electricy sounds, I am not relaxed. This has Jenny written all over it. Hell, she hid most of my devices so I couldn't even mess with stuff while I was here... Just don't let me near a toaster with a fork or something if you don't want any boominess."

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Ian didn’t bother to ask Experiment if the seat next to him was taken and without care, plopped himself down. “I’ve met some nice ladies around here in the last few days if you plan to stay a few weeks,” Ian commented before taking a long drink of his tea. After he emptied the cup, he leaned a bit closer to Experiment so they could speak a little softer. “I’m sure you don’t need my help, but if your arm is busted I can try and organize a…few activities for you and some attractive and eligible ladies to help pass the time.”

His gaze centered on Talia then Sis before he let his eyes sink to the floor. “…but I can understand if you’d rather not deal with such a hassle. In which case, I can try to get you a really nice nurse...and notoriously hot.”

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Experiment glanced around quickly, his grin spreading yet again, and he lowered his own voice. "Usually, I would have to decline, due to my sister's constant nagging, getting in the way, or otherwise voluntarily ruining my happiness..." He chuckled slightly, and continued. "However, since it appears that she has left me to my own devices for a while, I think I could hang out here for a while, perhaps see how much damage this thing can take before exploding, burning me slightly, and causing a delayed stay... Y'know, hypothetically speaking that is..."

THIS year, you mean?

Experiment rolled his eyes, still grinning. "Nah, it wasn't my idea. While I DID make it, my sister insisted on the design. Apparently, she can't handle seeing my arm bend backward out of shape after maybe two or three mallet-strikes." he replied, bowing as much as his cast of metal and shiny, useless lights allowed him to.

However, at another glance, he grinned again. "So, Ian, I see you have a little girl-thing going on here. Don't let me interrupt, y'know, I know how important 'girl-time' is..."

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983: If I am aware that two party members are attempting to open the same door from both sides by pushing on it, I shall inform them.

<_<

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Personally, I would leave them to it.

Experiment blew his hair out of his eyes (rather useless, really, due to the fact that is simply falls back every time), and follows behind Burning, jet's activated, and being forced to the same altitude as him.

"What makes you so sure it's Blightlord? Couldn't it just be some random villain who, while it may seem similar, uses zombies and magic against their foes? I mean, it isn't like there is some sure-fire sign, like some 'Blightlord wuz here' graffiti somewhere... Unless you saw something down in that undead-valley that I didn't, in which case, I like Blightlord 'cause he has a sense of humor now."

Experiment was shocked by the spike, usually his 'gig,' shooting from the ground, sure.

However, Burning then proceeding to go forward yet again, without, perchance, throwing a few rocks, or a fireblast or two, in case of invisible enemies, obstacles, or, most likely, more traps?

"Look, I'm all for the suicidal emo-complex, what with the hood and all, but come on, leaving me stranded to sate your own self-death desires? That's pretty selfish, Burning, if I may."

A blonde man with cool blue eyes finally awoke, and attempted to sit up.

A sharp, stabbing pain in his right arm discouraged this action.

He fell back down, gritting his teeth to hold back a yelp of pain, and glanced down at it. A cast, almost completely made of metal it seemed, covered everything but his fingers on the arm. There was an adjustable joint on the elbow, but other than that, the arm was pretty useless at this point.

"This always happens," the hero muttered darkly, sitting up carefully this time, "I ALWAYS forget the Techno-Cast."

After about half a minute of getting his footing to stay upstraight, he nodded. "Ah, Experiment 2.0, technological extraordinare, and master of breaking bones. MY bones..."

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It took a minute or two, but he finally figured out how to open the double doors leading out of the room with one hand. Sure, he could have gotten out with just one door, but he was curious.

He traversed his way through the hall, picking up a chair, badly, that he absentmindedly kicked over. He finally arrived at another set of doors, and walked through, with his newfound skills of opening two doors with his left hand. After crossing the grounds, he then entered the partly-filled area, and grinned. The grin quickly left. First, he didn't want to interrupt these people.

Second, he didn't want to interrupt these people with a joke as lame as 'Aww, a welcoming commity?! You shouldn't have!'

Instead, he simply waved his right hand, causing a surging pain and lowering it, then raised his left hand in the same gesture, and muttered a low "Hi."

Experiment sighed, leaping backward and decapitating a zombie or four. "Aww... At least I was having fun while fighting you... I've been fighting these stupid undead things for the past five hours! I'm BORED!"

He spun, severing a few more undead limbs, and stopped, scratching his head. "That thing looks like it's a LONG way away... Can't we just TP there? Would that be a lot faster than fighting all these guys?"

"Hey, John, you got a call from your sister, she said somethin' 'bout Sky Rai--"

One of the reporters of the Paragon City Times, a Mr. Henry Gowrow, froze. Had the Head Editor just... Just flushed himself down the toilet?

No way...

A huge, resound *KRACKOOM!* pierced the 100th floor, glass shattering everywhere. Henry turned, only to see a group of Sky Raiders aiming their rifles inward.

"Everyone, down on the ground," the Sergeant said, weapon aimed directly at a young woman who had jumped from her typewriting position, "I really don't wanna put bullets in ya, no matter how much it looks like I do."

However, before he even had a chance to do what he secretly REALLY wanted to do, a glimmer of red slammed into his helmet, sending him to the ground. Experiment had knocked him out cold with a two-fisted downward strike.

A bunch of the troops turned, frightened and afraid. Aren't they pretty much the same?

Henry raised an eyebrow at the hero. "Gonna beat 'em up yet, buddy?" he called from the other side of the room, and Experiment 2.0 winked at him.

"Hold your horses, friend, I am soaking in the awe."

It was true, almost everyone near the hero had glazed over eyes, seemingly bowing to him with their minds.

Then, a Raider fired. The bullet bounced off of the hero's armour, and a spines struck him in the chest, sending him down. The fight initiated, spines and bullets flying.

Forcefields grew, spines pierced, forcefields lowered.

Sky Jet rose, pilot knocked out, Sky Jet fell.

The fight was over in a few minutes, but to the citizens, it seemed like seconds.

Experiment placed the final prison teleporter on a Sky Raider Engineer, and then left. He returned a minute or two later, having apparently checked to make sure the fallen vehicle had not harmed anybody.

After re-arriving, he bowed. Everybody began applauding, except for Henry.

"I hate showoffs." he muttered. Experiment heard him. A look of sourness crossed the hero's face, and he crossed the room to Henry in moments. He pulled his hand back, and the reporter flinched. Everything stopped.

Then, the flat of 2.0's hand smacked into the guy's head, a small 'loser' emnating from the hero's mouth, and he leaped from the building, jets ignited.