Prodiguy

Just for that Godmode thread...

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 16

Hallucinogen: 16

Essex: 16

Prodiguy: 15

Soviet Troll: 15

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 15

Leo Gunner: 14

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 14

Army of Grey: 14

Ozell One: 16

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*SNIP*...Major Rin Kirajin (AK/Traps Corrupter): "Why do people think because I'm a cyborg I'm a homicidal killing machine. I mean, I am, but it's still presumptious."...*SNIP*

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((Most definately my favourite.))

((Heh, I just realized; I have never been in an RP where Experiment simply does his job. I mean, in most, he will START OFF with his job, and then get pulled into this alternate dimension, or go help one of his friends...

This could be more interesting than I previously thought.))

The device 2.0 had been working on sparked, and he ducked, sliding under the desk. After a few seconds of non-explodey, he peered at it. He finally stood, and began inspecting it closer.

THEN it exploded, sending him back a few feet.

He coughed, black smoke filling the room almost instantly. Jenny stepped in, and threw a broom at him. "Clean."

"Aw, c'mon sis, it isn't my fault a smoke screen device explodes in such a mess!" he whined, picking the cleaning utensil up nonetheless.

"...I will never understand why you talk like that. I KNOW you are trying to make a smoke screen device, and I KNOW it explodes in such a mess. You could have just said 'It isn't MY fault!'" his sister sighed, shaking her head. She turned, and walked from the room quickly.

However, the police band on Experiment's belt began chirping, signalling a disturbance. He placed the device in his ear, nodded, and returned it to his belt. "Domestic violence in King's Row. Father assaulted his two daughters, and has the wife hostage. Be back later."

"Let the lower heroes deal with it." Jenny muttered, but 2.0 was already gone, flying up the exit tube at an extreme speed. "Ugh... Jerk."

Experiment's hands gripped Ozell's arms, his convulsive chuckling easily heard. "Look, don't walk away. You konw that you have to deliver that basket to granny, no matter how hard that wolf will try to stop you. Trust me, Little Red Riding Hood, granny NEEDS those muffins."

With that, Experiment let go, and picked up a napkin from a nearby table. He placed it on his head, and jumped on the bar in a heroic pose. "I am Experiment 2.0, also known as Little White Riding Hood! Sidekick to Little Red, I will find granny's house, and outsmart that wicked wolf! Hurrah!"

With that, he jumped into a bowl of pudding.

Which turned out to be another table.

It smashed under him, and he lay on the splinters.

"...This pudding is crusty. Someone should put it back in the fridge..."

Then again, why dodge? After all, with heroes around, you didn't really NEED to dodge much.

Well, unless said hero was either amazingly brutal, or a pyromaniac, but still, Experiment was neither.

He reflexively aimed his arm and fired. No spine ejected due to the dimensional properties keeping his powers dampened, but an organic string seemed to fire in its place, wrapping around the bottle and pulling it upward as Experiment did the same with his arm.

The cocktail went up, followed by the release of the organic lining. Most likely hitting the roof of the D, Experiment bowed. "And there you have it folks. Yet another disaster averted by Exp--"

The lining began falling in front of Experiment, and he blinked. Having heard no smash, he sighed. He stepped back, and the bottle exploded in front of him, sending the substance in his general area.

At the very least, the whole thing didn't land on his head. THAT would have been unfortunate.

Experiment poked his head behind the Ballistas' shoulders, seeming to have appeared out of thin air, it seemed. He checked it over, and smirked. "Wow. You could at LEAST have created a phony card. Seriously, all ya really need is a computer, and some interdimensional disposition material... Things. Y'know, that stuff Mr. Zero uses to construct this stuff."

He grinned, and turned to Poe. "Oh, just an FYI? You REALLY need to be nicer. Y'know, just in case you forgot it was Valentines or something. Seriously. Meanie."

The elevator on the hero side *DING*ed cheerfully, and Experiment stepped out, dusting himself off. "I would still like to know why that guard takes so long to let me in here... I swear, you accidently stare at her chest for a minute, she gets all offended."

He began walking, but stopped to allow a few drunk Skulls to projectile vomit halfway across the area. He glanced over to make sure they were done for a few seconds, and stepped over the puddle.

"Hello, children," he yelled to the main floor, grinning widely, "Happy Valentines Day!"

Experiment shrugged, grinning. "Beat up thugs, stop bank robberies, teach kids about the dangers of Superadine and jumping into vats of radioactive waste. Y'know, the usual for a hero.

"How 'bout you? You and your friends doing anything fun when you got stuck here?"

Experiment raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. "Well... That was... Slightly odd. I have never seen anyone so happy about giving out pieces of folded paper..." he turned to Essex, and smiled. "Seeya later, Ess. Tell your hyper-active friend I said bye."

With that, he walked outside and leaped into the air, jets activating and pushing him further into the sky, away from the Repliforce base.

He landed in King's Row not too much later, and shoved his fist into a Skull's face, stopping a mugging in progress. He leaned down, and shook his head.

"C'mon dude... Valentines day..."

The thug disappeared in a flash of light, as Experiment jumped into the back of a random truck.

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Also, a quick question to my fellow pistoleers:

How are you incorporating a snipe? <_< Pistols are, after all, close quarters only weapons...

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You would think that. However, apparently, back in World War II, they must have had sniping pistols. See, I played Call of Duty 2 online today, and I sniped somebody in the head at over 36 meters with a pistol.

I didn't even mean to.

Shimmer sighed, laying on his elbows. "Great. My ally just smashed one of my windows, leaving me with a bunch of psycho-heroes in the process."

He stood, and growled. "Okay then..."

He hit a button on his wrist, and disappeared. A few smashed later, the floor that had been below him exploded in metal and wires, revealing a red and black robot, which then aimed a pulsing rifle at the intruders. "Newly repaired MK III Assault Prototype ready for destructive duty."

Hm...

...Where is GreyScribe's thread? Seriously, if you want advice, or even a new bio, he is awesome.

...He should charge... Heck, if he doesn't, I will... Create a forum to store him in, and then charge for entry.

Whaddya MEAN he isn't a computer program?

Lies and deciet.

Experiment raised an eyebrow toward Salia, just about to go into his usual, bragging introduction before Essex hugged him. He froze, and simply waited for her to let go before continuing with what he was about to go into.

"I am Experiment 2.0," he bowed deeply, pulling yet another sigh from PDA, "Technological extraordinaire, and also, enjoyer of Valentines day. Speaking of which..."

He began reaching into his belt, and finally pulled out a card, pink and red, and held it toward Essex. "It isn't filled with money, nor does it hold anything similar to gold, but I like it. Jenny made it." The cover was decorated with all types of sparkly objects, all pink and red, with string pulled together to form 'Essex'.

Then, he turned yet again to Salia. "And yes, I am a friend of Essex, while I am not as you described... I'm special, y'see." He grinned stupidly, before reaching into his belt again. He pulled out a small stack of cards, each seemingly unique with the string naming each member of Essex's 'family.' "You mind giving these out, Ess? I have a few more places to get to."

Want a heroic, yet not overly actiony song?

You know, a dramatic song, sorta like an entrance for an awesome hero?

Believe.

Or, what about those times when heroes just don't feel... Heroic anymore. You know, when either they did something wrong, had to make a terribly hard choice, or just feel as if it is hard to be them?

Superman - Five For Fighting.

Or, perhaps a hero's love has been taken away, abducted by the arch-villain, and said hero (or, perhaps even a villain,) must chase down said enemy, and retrieve their lost love.

I Try - Lifehouse.

And, as the hero of the story holds their love in their arms, grateful to have won the battle, they can only be thankful for their blessing that is love.

You And Me - Lifehouse

Of course, most everyone could most likely think of a better general story line for this kind of thing, but come on, I thought it up in like, three minutes. Cut me some slack. d:>

"I think not."

The pyromaniac pulled a lit torch, seemingly from mid-air, and sucked air in. The flame leaped from the tip of the torch, and then, as he exhaled, burst toward the new arrival, hoping to at least make him back off the Enforcer slightly.

Well, at least enough to begin pummeling with more submachinegun bullets.

"Aww," Experiment sighed in mock sadness, "Don't I get a name? Like, Captain Awesome? Or... Like, Super Cool Guy? How 'bout Master Inventor of Truth? Nah, I like Captain Awesome. You can call me Captain Awesome."

He snickered slightly, before glancing at Essex again. "...Also; You should stay away from her for a while, Hal. Your emo is rubbing off on her. She used to be SO cheerful... All happy, huggy, and puppy-loving.... Now, she has this apparent new Emo-Module input..."

The leader backflipped once as the guns began firing at first, then landed in a crouched position, sliding a hand into his pocket.

As the enemy began firing yet again, he leaped to the side, and threw a knife toward his enemy, aiming with a trained eye toward his leg to slow him down.

((Uh... Last I checked, you were at the alley with the rest of the gang. The Leader is fighting an android hero with Troy and Xey.))

The Gunner almost pulled his gun upward to fire at the new creature, but an Enforcer grabbed his arm, and shook his head. "Bad. No."

He turned to the new arrival, and grinned. "'Cause we helped your buddy earlier. He ran off that'a way." He jerked his head to indicate the direction, then smiled again. "So, do you mind not threatening us? Seriously, we already had a bad day, and I would just HATE to take it out on you..."

His smile seemed to trail up on the right side of his face alone. "...With bullets."

The Blood Gunner Leader sighed in annoyance, beginning to rub his temples. "Okay buddy, if you do that again, can I ask that you have control of it next time? I seriously don't need to be a shishke-thug today."

With that, he aimed, once again, both pistols at the hero. This time, he leaped from the building, firing repeatedly as he fell, over and over, until the magazines in his weapons clicked empty.

He strengthened his legs, and hit the ground rolling, stopping in a crouch, with both guns aimed at the hero yet again. He reloaded, and fired both weapons at once.

((So, Empty Clips, a leap from the building, and Dual Pistols.

I find it sad that I can simplify my posts so easily.))

Experiment landed not far from Repliforce Paragon's entrance. He threw off a pair of mechanical, red and pink wings, and smiled. "I think that was totally worth it."

"Right," PDA seemed to mutter boredly, "Smashing into the Mayor's window, and firing an arrow filled with that stupid confetti, was totally worth getting smacked away like a fly by his super strength Tanker bodyguard."

"...Good times..."

He dusted himself off, and began walking closer to the entrance. "Why do you like Valentines so much, anyway? You never get a date or anything, so--"

"Because, my ignorant little device, I get to bug the hell out of people. There are only two holidays where I have fun doing this; Valentines, and April Fools. If--"

"Heh, April Fools day seems to be you the entire year." PDA interrupted with a slight snort, only to have Experiment respond with silence.

"Hello, children!" he called behind Hallucinogen, cheery as ever, as if he had not just been insulted by his own invention, "Happy Valentines! I have arrived to cause you immense annoyance, and possibly to save Hal's life, if that gun is loaded!"

While the Bruiser was distracted with the God, the other thugs simply looked at the creature.

Finally, an Enforcer spoke up. "...The Un-Monster? Wouldn't that mean that you would fight monsters, which, in this case, would mean you would fight yourself?"

"Honestly," the other spoke, aiming his twin uzis, "Hypocrit."

The guns fired, followed by the other two Gunner's pistols. Finally, a Molotov Cocktail flew into the air, aiming to hit the car head on, which would most likely cause an explosion.

The robot seemed to make a noise, most likely of annoyance, and began sinking into the floor. Eventually, the floor broke, sending the robot, and most likely, H'tead as well, hurtling down the seperate levels of the base.

...However, the sections of the base that hadn't been alerted to the intruders yet, would suddenly begin activating defense measures, mostly to protect their master...

...Who, right now, just dropped to the floor hard, the side of his face majorly scratched by the spear of stone.

"...Okey dokey then... Y'know what? You can go away now."

He aimed the axe at Aoleleb... And a ball of white netting, similar to that of webbing, fired from the tip, aiming to keep Aoleleb pinned, at least temporarily.

John Ballard had finally finished his latest invention, and slapped it on his wrist. He then cringed, and waited.

A few seconds passed, but then he opened his eyes again.

"...Hah! It didn't explode that time!"

He sat down, and began adjusting the straps that held it on his wrist. It took a minute or so, but eventually, he was happy.

He then ran at a doorway, and kicked it open, hitting the button on the device.

A grainy voice began singing some sappy love song, and pink confetti went everywhere.

PDA, in her small, robotic form, simply sighed. "Havin' fun?"

"More than ever!"

He then turned, and slammed into yet another door, firing more confetti, and another song, at Jenny and Kevin, who had been snuggled on a couch, watching t.v.

"Happy Valentines, noobs!"

However, a swift collision from a closet sent him flying backward, slamming headfirst into a desk, and then into unconsciousness.

Kevin peered outside, eyebrow raised. "Wow... You didn't have to hurt him THAT badly..."

"...He scared me." Jenny replied, a small smirk on her face.

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Meanwhile, Blind Messenger was meditating in his chamber, his eye sockets blank... Well, like he really had a choice there, but still...

However, a loud, booming, 'L4WL PWN3D!" screeched through the air, and the necromancer went flying to the left, landing on one of his floating rocks. It impaled him through the chest (cavity), and he sighed, crossing his arms over the rock.

"Thanks a lot, D4rk."

"My pl34sur3, n00b." the dark cloud of energy replied, waving side to side happily.

"So? Why did you insist on impaling me upon a rock this fine, yet disgusting, day?"

"1 4m in l0v3."

"...Right."

"M337 K311y."

The servant motioned toward the shadow of a crystal.

"...Mhm. You realize, of course, that is a shadow of an inanimate object, correct?"

"Liez."

The shadow then pulled away from the wall, and floated to the Dark Servant, meeping happily. "M3h and K3lly, w3'r3 l1k3 'd1s." Two dark tendrils seeped from the being of darkness, and intertwined.

Then, the two forms began chuckling, and faded into their own realm.

Blind, meanwhile, sighed in annoyance. "Great. Not only do I have some kind of evil, possessed crystal now, but I am still stuck..."

He looked around, and sighed again. "...Help? S3rv4nt? Come here and help me... Please?"

"Boring?!"

A few snaps could be heard, as Experiment fell from the cluster of branches he had gotten stuck in. He hit the ground, a bunch of leaves and sticks landing on top of him. He stood, and dusted himself off yet again, before assuming an offended position.

"I will have you know that I have a VERY complicated personality! I am in NO WAY boring! Come on!"

"...Well, actually, all you do is make terrible jokes, and slash people. You really don't do much else." his PDA chimed in, only to have 2.0 growl in response.

"I invent things too."

"No, you invent things that blow up. They're useless for anything else, unless they are, like, the twentieth device you tried at. Even then, they don't work the way you intended. His healing device was originally meant to be a transiever, allowing him to communicate with Longbow at long-range distances," the device explained, "Trust me, don't trust him with any electronic devices."

"...That is very rude of you."