Prodiguy

Experiment jetted up again, holding Night tightly as he spun in mid-air show-offishly. He then flipped, slowing himself just enough not to break his legs, but to still look pretty daring as he landed near Proto and Velkon. He placed Night down, and turned toward Hazard and Burning, spines ejected in a battle position.

He ran up behind them, his spines sheathing enough to be ready for a strike, but behind his bright red layer of armour panels.

"So, what're we waiting for? An invitiation?"

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Meanwhile, a few whirring seconds after the glob of chemicals went into the port, a scouting drone absorbed it into the power cell. It glew bright yellow for a second, and then ejected from the tower towards the waypoint set by Shimmer's main computer.

The view of the drone appeared on the screen as it passed over a few more lakes of lava at high speed. Greenery could be seen quite a ways away, but would be close enough for a full scan within half an hour.

"This shall be humerous, I am hoping. Help yourself to any drinks, food, and machinery in the tower... Except level 24, the level below the roof. That place is filled with... Several failed experiments, I suppose you could call them. As long as nothing gets any sense of presence up there, you'll be fine."

((Oh, I remember that! I really liked that idea... Haven't ventured out of the RP forums for quite some time though...))

A few more taps of the computer, and Shimmer grinned. The screen ignited in holographic splendor, showing what seemed to be a forest-like area, and several dots on the map. Most were yellow, except for a single dot, bright red, the same as his armor.

An exhaust hole opened on the inside of the tower, and Shimmer spoke with a slightly cheerful voice. "Put it in there. A scout drone will be filled with the stuff, and I can send it into that area... Let's see how many enemies we have. If it turns out whoever those people are around my 'friend' are his enemies, I may just take him out and save the lovely explodey goo for another time..."

An evil grin spread across his face. "If it turns out they are his allies... Well, I think you know what would happen."

Experiment huffed, blowing blonde hair out of his eyes. "Y'know, oddly enough, I am not that surprised." He leaped into the air, jets activating, and rushed toward Night at an amazing pace, and continued talking to himself out loud. "I mean, I guess I should have expected someone, at some point, to think I was attacking them..."

He landed, scratching his chin. "Although, jumping in FRONT of both spines didn't really ever occur as a posibility...."

He brought himself back to earth, or wherever they were, and bowed slightly. "Greetings again, fair maiden. If you would please come with me, I will be your security detail until Mr. Shishkebab decides to be a 'hero' again, and attacks me for trying to save you both earlier."

"Hiya buddy! Wow, these people are creepy, ain't they?" a voice spoke behind Raphael, almost cartoonish in pitch, "They's all goin' 'round, killin' each other... And no anvils be droppin' on anyone's head! That just ain't RIGHT!"

The disfigured... Uh, figure, chuckled insanely, as he had done before. He seemed to pop out from a random hole in the ground, which he then picked up, and put in his back pocket, the same one he pulled the random mallet from. The mallet, meanwhile, seemed to have disappeared.

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 23
Prodiguy: 19
The Soviet: 22
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 21
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 11
Billy Boy: 17
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 21
Mithral Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 20
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 18
Ozell One: 21

Healed Halo, becaused s/he needed it.

Hurt Rosalind... Well, because she threatened to rip my lips off and shove them... In an innappropriate place.

It was a tough decision, since Rosalind and Essex are from the same person, I had to choose to heal Experiment's friend, or hurt a very violent Were-human...

Sorry Ess! It isn't my fault! It's all Experiment!

"Hey, dog-girl started it. She performed the explody-kiss of d00m."

"I got it."

Experiment fired a spine from each arm, sending them flying at Velkon and Night. Attached to each was some sort of organic lining, and to that, Experiment himself. The spines were intended to wrap around the two, and pulling them back. Even though 2.0 had no super strength to speak of, the pull of the spines and his natural strength, would probably be enough.

Even while the spines were flying, Experiment flashed a grin to Burning. "Well, I already had a 'truce' with the girl, but, y'know, we can too..."

((In case you hadn't noticed, Experiment loves getting on people's nerves... And he also notices things quite a bit faster than most people... Which is quite a dangerous thing when combined.))

Experiment held still for a few moments, until he was sure Rosalind had left.

As soon as the were-human was out of earshot, he sighed in relief and slumped down to the ground, slipping his goggles over his eyes to hide the intense fright of being threatened in such a... Well, a mix between gory and vulgar, way.

The drink he had ordered moments before fearing for his life, lips, and other body parts, slid off the bar, and he caught it from mid-air, chugging down the Diet Cola in one swig. He then placed the glass back on the bar, and proceeded to hit a button on his PDA.

Red and white confetti flew everywhere, raining from the little device, and he walked toward the hero exit to King's Row quickly.

All the while, the fear never left his eyes.

As he stepped from the truck of a King's Row street, he sighed in relief again. He straightened up, and spoke one word to describe every emotion he was feeling right now...

"Eep."

((...

Isn't telekinesis about moving physical objects with the power of the mind? Perhaps you meant Telepathic shielding, or Teletext blocking?

...Okay, that last one is just a pun.))

...

Really? 1,500?

...

Well, that kicks me out. I practically write books.

Novella, is their literary name.

((Lies and deciet.

It has to at LEAST be spelled in English.))

I like this story, mainly because I ALSO am a bookworm. Does that mean I will gain any abilities she will?

'Cause, you know, that'd be okay with me.

"Eh, I believe it," Experiment muttered at Rosie's mention of the explody-kiss, "I mean, come on, you're like, some kind of woman with dog DNA, or dog with woman DNA, and you really think someone who looks kind of normal would WANT to kiss you?"

He chuckled slightly at his amazingly mean humor, and turned toward the bar, ready to order a drink of something probably non-alcoholic.

The dark figure held still for a second, the darkness over his eyes seemingly even more blank with his stare. Then, he lowered his gaze, the shadow of the hood covering his skeletal face entirely, and he chuckled.

"Dark magic and humans never work out. Usually, it just ends up that said human gets special powers, or said magic devours the human..." he raised his hand, the red and black material covering it dropping. His hand was covered in an oily substance, which receeded with even the slight hint of light contact. He placed the cloak back over his hand, and grinned again. "I got both.

"As a kid, I was blind. Still am, in a way. I couldn't see anything. Walked into a magic shop instead of my mentor's building. Hit a bookshelf. Book fell on me. Opened to a very bad page. Suddenly, oh joy, I could see! Wow, so amazing! I walk out, and see the moon for the first time.

"I enjoy my night stroll, approaching the Paragon City Times with such happiness... Then, dawn arrived. Everything got darker and darker... Then blip, my vision went again."

He sighed, but his grin never left his face. "Although, I got really happy every night... 'Till my skin began shedding, that is. All this black, oozy stuff I called 'Night-covering' took over my body bit by bit, and it began ripping my skin off as it receeded down my arm.

"Well, anyway, eventually, it stayed on my hands, and my skin was pretty much gone... Then, my organs began turning to dust, but I still lived due to my powers of darkness and revival, which I had yet to master. I--"

A bang came on the door, and a guard yelled in. "Okay, this is more annoying than your damn singing. Just shut up, please."

Blind growled, then pieces of nerve-endings in his eyes rolled around. "Fine, fine."

*BOOMF*

Dust surrounded the fallen figure, who now stood, dusting himself off. He looked down at the grass, which held his imprint.

The imprint was the most disfigured thing ever.

The guy had huge arms, tiny legs, a medium-sized body, a head about the size of those 'Big-Head' cheats on video games, and gigantic hands and feet. His arms were pure red, his legs covered by a lime green pair of jeans, his shirt hot pink and hit jacket sky blue. His head was lemon yellow, and seemed to emit its own light.

He grinned, and his grin went off his face about three inches. He extracted a giant mallet from a tiny back pocket, and began running into a nearby forest, chuckling like a madman.

((Hehehe...

What? It's an RP, and I am an RPaholic.

Plus, I had to see if a character like this would work, but it wouldn't work anywhere else but here for... Several reasons.))

The necromancer looked up, staring. It seemed he was attempting to raise a non-existant eyebrow. "Getting out of this place is not my first priority, no. I believe I will wait for the perfect time for my plan to go into action."

He chuckled slightly in his small pocket of darkness, and his jaw turned up slightly in a grin. "Although, I would make sure I was as far away from me as possible if I ever get my powers back if I were you... Unless you WANT to either be turned undead, or vaporized in a portal of darkness."

A rock flew through the slit in the cell door, striking Blind Messenger's skull head-on, which caused him to awaken from his meditating slumber. "Yes, insolent mortal?"

"Breakfast. Get your lazy, skeletal butt out here." the guard called in, beginning to walk away.

"Yes, well, it appears that my skeletal form does not wish for your LOVELY food. In fact, it seems almost like it will magically transform it into some creature that will kill you all." the necromancer called out, smirking... Well, as much as someone with no skin can smirk.

"Shut up."

((What do you mean there's no exercise yard? I see prisoners outside it all the time!

...What? They escaped? Right, about fifty prisoners escape a minute...

...Oh, they do?

Seriously, we need a more secure prison.))

Experiment flinched, ducking behind a bush on reflex. With the lack of explodey doom, he poked his head through. "Oh... Nevermind... I didn't make it..."

Shimmer thought for a moment, then smirked. "Hold that thought..."

He began typing quickly, and several Seeker Drones, about five, seperated from the exhaust ports of the tower, and headed in five seperate directions.

"Keep it handy... I feel like murdering someone."

The coarse *KSSH* repeated over and over again, as Experiment stood up in the force field. He had been running around in circles, calling it a 'round, invincible gingerbread house.' However, a discarded syringe, previously filled with a light purple liquid sat in the field, and Experiment had a Ventilator on his mouth.

"Well then, *KSSH* that was *KSSH* interesting. *KSSH* Also, dog-girl? *KSSH* Calling something a *KSSH* non-violence sector and *KSSH* attacked is *KSSH* kinda *KSSH* Hypocritical... *KSSH*."

With that, he hit a few buttons on his wrist, and a battle suit encased him. He then ejected spines from his wrists, and before jumping forward as usual, he sighed. "Hey, colourful robot dude, mind letting me out? I feel pretty sane now... Or, if you wish, as sane as I was this morning."

Experiment raised an eyebrow, and searched his belt for a few seconds. Just as he pulled said Police band, decorated red and white in a Longbow pattern, Velkon landed, and began talking. 2.0 listened, and once Grey Tower was mentioned, he instantly assumed 'Shimmer.'

...Meanwhile, Shimmer was tapping quickly on his data screen, attempting to keep his robotic devices stable.

Something malfunctioned on the Production level, and the highly explosive chemicals that were used to run the robots Self Destruct system, was now spilling all over the floor due to a mistimed gear crunching.

Sadly enough, if that explosive substance was set alight, since it was in the production area, with already set Self-destructable drones, the whole top half of the base would explode and, since the whole base was made of machinery and robotics, the whole base would soon follow.

A tune trailed from an open slit in a cell door on the upper level, said tune WAY out of... Well, tune.

"Noooobody knows... The trouble I've seeeen.... Nooobody knows... The sorrow..." a cloaked and hooded figure sang, causing a guard to smack on his door with a nightstick.

"Shut UP, Blind." the guard growled. After a few moments of silence, he began walking away...

"Rrrrow row row your boat, gently down the stream! Merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream!"

The guard smacked the door again, and walked away faster to avoid the toneless tune. However, a new one caught him.

"I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner!~~"

Said nightstick flew through the slit, a resounding crunch then meeting the guard outside. He waited a moment, and Blind Messenger came to the door.

"Y'know..." he muttered, ripping the nightstick from an empty eye socket, "You could have just asked politely." He handed the nightstick back, and retreated back to the dark corner of the cell.

"BIG BAD WOLF!" a shout came from the shattered remains of the table/crusted pudding, and splintered pieces of wood went flying in Rosie's general direction. "You shall not get Little Red! My three bunny-turtle allies here won't allow it!"

He gestured toward three bottles on the bar.

"DIE!"

He then launched forward, attempting to tackle the supernatural Big Bad Wolf.

As well as the ghost of Valentines Past that was seemingly floating at the banister.

Shimmer swivelled in his evil Overlord chair, raising an eyebrow.

As Daonri left, he kept his mouth shut on H'tead's answer, and smirked as she went. "Nope. None at all. I kind of try and AVOID water in this place. Y'know, whole robot deal doesn't go well with the rusting qualities of that clear, annoying substance."