Prodiguy

...And then turns out to be the final boss, the orchestrator of the whole thing, and, although having apparently taught the leader, he has a totally different style of fighting for some reason.

Also note, the tough, battle-hardened guy who has a VERY big grudge against the villain, and, in the middle of the story, while a trap is set, and it would succeed, allowing the world to be saved right then, he attacks, ruining the plan, and getting killed. Then, of course, the dramatic last moments of the guy ensue, always ending in either '...Avenge [me, family, or other reason for grudge].' or '...*Cough*.... Remember me... *Hurk.*'

The gunner behind Troy was beginning to get bored of running. He jumped to the right, and grabbed a descended ladder, climbing quickly onto the fire escape it was connected to. He dashed up, before finally reaching the roof. He took a leap upward, and managed to land on the edge of the roof without even using his hands.

He then began sprinting, and jumping the small gaps in the buildings, his blood-red leather jacket flowing in the wind as he began catching up to the kid below.

Meanwhile, Little Billy simply drooled as he prepared for an attack by the hero.

Two thugs, wearing blood-red trenchcoats, came from behind the Bruiser, the second Enforcer closing the sewer grate behind them. "I think we can explain. We are Blood Gunners," the first replied, swivelling his two sub-machineguns in his hands absent mindedly, "The main part of our gang was practically destroyed by people like you."

He brought the two weapons up, aimed at the hero as well as the leader of the group had been aiming at Troy earlier, "This is our Vengeance."

The thugs, the pyromaniac, the Enforcers, and the Bruiser, all went to action. The pyro-freak ducked behind the car, and chuckled madly as he began messing with something. The thugs began firing pistol shots blindly from behind their wall cover, while the Enforcers fired while diving behind the walls of the alley.

Of course, the Bruiser did as he always did, and ran at the hero, swinging his fists madly.

Shimmer glared up from his work, which was now attempting to meld the triggers together to form the firing mechanism.

How that worked, even he probably didn't know.

"Listen, you want a mortar cannon, I'll give you a mortar cannon, but patience is a virtue. Take advantage of it."

However, after a few more sparks and laser-melds, he finally picked up the Omni-Launcher device, grinning broadly. "'Tis finished!"

Shimmer grinned in approval, and ran to a storage closet. He opened it, and reached for said rifle. However, if H'tead looked in, he would probably glimpse about 7 sets of weaponry, all neatly arranged as if shells in a little girls room.

The door closed, and Shimmer then held, not only his rifle, but a huge red and black rocket launcher, seemingly glowing with different power cells.

"When you arm this thing, stand back. Trust me. You DON'T want to be near it when it fires." he chuckled, taking the weapons to his worktable. He slid over a microscope, and began fiddling with a few screws to get inside the Launcher.

The leader of the gunners gave a wide smirk, and ducked behind the car. He then began yelling over the vehicle. "You're right, hero. There is no way we can beat you by just pulverizing you with bullets..."

Then, a bottle, topped with a napkin stuffed inside, lit, and seemingly bubbling, flew toward the hero. Behind it, a guy in red and white clothing with flame patterns all over him laughed maniacley, holding two more of the Molotov Cocktails.

"However, I am sure Combustion here can deal with you... Although, in case HE runs out of lighter fluid..."

A sharp whistle pierced the air, and a motorcycle rode up to the alley. A giant of a man stepped off of the bike, and cracked his knuckles ominously. "I am sure Little Billy can help out."

The large Brute ripped a stone from the earth, and threw it toward the egyptian god.

Then, the leader began running after the kid who he had met earlier. He was probably gonna get himself hurt.

((First of all-

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BioHazard Zero: This man grew up in a mansion, so manners aren't a problem. Though, sometimes, he can be a bit blunt. He is always serious, and hates competition. He also doesn't take a joke.

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Hazard and Experiment are NEVER going to get along.

Second- RP!))

Experiment smirked, glancing over at Burning. "Trust me, don't get girls angry. Seriously. Most. Homocidal. Things. EVAR!"

He chuckled, before his smile faded. "...I'm gonna regret that at some point..."

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"Mortar device?" Shimmer inquired, scratching his head. "...No. However, I can merge my Omni-Rifle and a rocket launcher to be able to adjust the range of an energy grenade and such... It may take a few minutes, but... Y'know... It's possible."

The sexy tomboy who, although she will not admit it until the end, and with little hints along the way, is madly in love with the leader.

...What? I play a lot of RPGs, that's all.

Only for dramatic effect, Laz! I mean, come on, what evil, dark, mastermind of evil darkyness, while his minions surround an annoying insect hero, would not walk slowly forward, his black cloak flapping behind him in the non-existant wind of his technologically advanced base, chuckling darkly as he mutters, "Well well WELL, [Insert hero name here], it seems I have finally caught you, once an for all!"

Then, of course, while he is gloating, the hero fires a beam of energy or something, knocking the villain from the platform. The minions attack, only to be swept away, and the villain is quickly put in the Ziggursky Prison of Brickstown, Paragon City, Rhode Island.

...What? Too specific?

Experiment shrugged, sighing as he closed his eyes in concentration. "I don't know EXACTLY where we are, but from the looks and sounds of things, we are in yet another alternate dimension. As far as I can remember... Well, not really REMEMBER so much as 'see foggy visions of,' but still, I have only been in this kind of thing once or twice."

He began pacing in a circle, frowning. "If this place has any familiarity to my dreams and such, then it is practically an interdimensional free-for-all, a way to figure out who is the strongest being, or a way to eliminate the strong by forcing them to fight or something. Other than that, I see no reason for this thing to be going on."

He groaned, rubbing his temples. "My head hurts now... What was going on again?"

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The field flashed green for a second, before returning to the deep, shimmering blue it had been before.

"Alright," a monotone, mechanical voice spoke, "Your bio-signature is cleared for entry. Just step through, and avoid the flowing moat of lava-burnination-ness, and you'll be fine."

The spines on his arms sheathed, and Experiment bowed deeply. A voice on his right wrist sighed. "Great, now you've done it."

He grinned.

"I am Experiment 2.0, technological extraordinare, and, apparently, jumper of dimensions! I am a hero of Paragon City, Rhode Island, United States of America, Earth, Milky Way galaxy. Also, I am known as an inventor... Who... Uh... Unwittingly creates explosive devices."

"He is lucky he even got ME right." the wrist-voice spoke again, chuckling.

"Quiet PDA. As for why I am here... I guess because I am amazingly strong and need to fight in some sort of competition to prove my worth, and to save Earth Realm against the fearful Shao Khan, and hopefully save Johnny Ca--"

"Okay, you're done."

However, when Night spoke, Experiment's full attention turned to her. "Well, hello there."

A shock then went through his body, sending him to the ground painfully. The PDA on his wrist spoke again. "Bad Experiment. No interdimensional flirting. Sorry about him... He just gets very interested in girls nowadays... I swear, he must have gotten a dose of hormones somewhere."

"...Quiet... Ow... My head feels like it just got pulled by a magnet..." 2.0 muttered, standing and pushing his electrocuted hair down once again.

"Duck, kid." the voice spoke from behind Troy, as a ball of green chemicals flew toward the hero. It exploded, sending shimmering, weakening poisons out, followed by hails of gunfire from two pistols held by the gunner.

Behind him, his thugs pulled their own pistols, and began firing a covering layer of fire toward the hero to keep him back, at least a little.

The blood-red gunner rolled over a car, giving himself a bit of cover. "You may want to give yourself a little room, buddy." he called to Troy, loading a new clip.

As Burning lit his hands, spines erupted from along 2.0's arms reflexively. "Woah, buddy, you don't wanna be doing that... Although, I WOULD like to find out how your hands don't burn... Could make a suit, without causing cancer, of course... Abestos REALLY isn't the best material..."

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Another device, much like the one that had distracted Charles earlier, approached the rock that shadowed the invisible form of Falcon's Strike.

"Heat signatures highly unstable in this area. Area of higher heat, please inform of your need to be here."

Although, in all honesty, Falcon shouldn't worry. About ten others were asking the streams of lava that exact same question. If the stream didn't answer, it simply returned to base.

However, one bubble appeared on the stream, and popped on the surface below a drone. "ATTACK!" it seemed to yell, and flew head-first into the lava, exploding.

It sent small spatters of lava-rain toward Charles and H'tead.

The guy sat, his guns still primed and ready to fire. "...Liar."

However, he did nod his head to his thugs, and they lowered their guns. He stood, holstering his left pistol, while lowering, but not uncocking, the other. "I don't believe you. If you and your brother were really in a tight spot, you could just go to some kind of shelter... I THINK they have those in Paragon... Probably run by Lost... But also, your stained with blood. You would have cleaned it by now if you didn't want cop trouble."

He grinned, although it was hard to tell behind his blood-red mask. "You're a gang member. Hehe... Mugging people is the best way you can come up with to get money?"

((...I think you just murdered it...

Seriously, what's with the lack of posting, people?!))

((<.< I am NOT joining too many RPs, whatcha talkin' 'bouuut...

>.>

Oksy, maybe a FEW too many.))

The man, clothed in almost purely blood red, quickly reacted to the sound of the voice from the alley.

It seemed he was about 20, maybe 23, as he rolled to the right, and pulled two pistols from holsters hidden beneath his jacket. He seemed to have them perfectly aimed on Troy's head.

"Okay, buddy, you wanna try and act tough? Just TRY and 'mug' me, see how close ya get, punk." he spoke, his voice seemingly the audiable reincarnation of gravel.

Then, two more thugs, in similar clothing, poked their own pistols around the corner. "Though, you MAY have to get past my buddies, Ben and Pete here."

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Just...stay away from Pocket D and the "Mature RPers".

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It might also be worth mentioning, that by 'Mature RPers,' he doesn't mean that they are good RPers, with great stories and such...

...If you don't get it by now, just trust us, you don't want to find out.

Experiment stood, coughing to clear his throat. He glanced up, blowing his messed up hair from his eyes, and then patting it back down into his eyes, but in a slightly cleaner way.

He groaned, however, and turned to see the three others, along with--

"YAAH!!! GIANT ROBOT-KILLING-DOOMINESS!!!" he yelled, running backward instinctually, and falling on his back. He aimed his right arm the the 'bot, before breathing normally again.

"...Holy jebus..."

A Hellion's face was thoroughly smashed and pulverized, as well as stabbed, impaled, as well as several other words for being punched and stabbed by an organic spike at the same time, as Experiment struck him with a spine-covered fist.

The neurotoxin in the tip of the spine caused the thug to fall unconscious almost immediately. 2.0 flipped a teleporter onto the hooligan, sending him to the Ziggurat. The old lady the Hellion had been attempting to steal a purse from thanked the hero, and ran off.

Experiment 2.0 sighed, and sat on a bench.

"Well... THAT was fun. You know, I like this. I hardly ever get to just be a hero any more! I get stuck in these weird dimensions, or I go to a little android's birthday party, and end up getting infected by a deadly virus, or--"

Suddenly, he disappeared from the bench, and people turned to look. However, a thought crossed their mind that, of course, NOBODY had just been there, and they continued walking in circles around the city.

Meanwhile, of course, a rift opened.

Right above Burning Fang and the others. The red-armoured hero, along with his blue and red cape, as well as what seemed to be the two planks of wood he occupied on the bench, manifested. He dropped like dead weight, his armour causing a reverberation as it struck the ground.

He groaned, face down.

"...Always with the other dimensions... And ALWAYS with the face-downedness..."

A little device, no bigger than five inches in diameter, and completely circular, flew toward Charles, tiny blades spinning rapidly to keep it airborne. It beeped twice, and exploded in a storm of fire.

Meanwhile, a Protector Bot emerged from the river of lava underneath Lord H'tead, cooling itself instantly due to the heat-resistant metal and a few substances that Shimmer had decided not to name. It laid out its arms as the device exploded, hoping that the telekinetic man would drop H'tead due to the distraction, and the lord would be caught.

Meanwhile, Shimmer floated easily into his base, and landed, hitting a few switches.

"Calaborate the thingamabobber... Initiate the whatchamajig..."

Experiment, closing in on Shimmer, is captured. He escapes, and begins telling his story, along with a freakin' orchestra. The crowd cheers, and he begins... Well, 'upping' the story slightly.

Turns out? He's the Hero of the Day.

Think of it this way; Experiment is FAR from modest. And... He likes to brag. Mix that in with flashy devices and, apparently, a skilled orchestra that was passing through at the time...

You get a brag story like no other.

Shimmer thought for a moment, and sighed. "I see no other choice. My minions weren't pulled here with me, so I can only rely on my mechanical creations... Pfft... Like they're useful."

He then perked up suddenly, peering around. "I do have the tower... But I fear that the telekinetic may have attacked it while I was away... We must hurry."

He then hit his wrist, which seemed to beep suddenly, and a holographic map appeared of the lava-covered area, pin-pointing the tower. "This way."

With that, jets on the legs of the suit activated, propelling the good doctor into the air toward his tower...

...The tower, meanwhile, getting rather angry.

Several missiles began streaking from exhaust ports that, usually, robots ascended from, and headed towards Charles at an alarming speed.

Followed up, of course, by beams of energy.

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[Lord Recluse comes atop the Grandville Tower, only to be questioned by Mako about a conversation the others were having.]

Mako: Hey, sir, do you have a, quote, 'zombie plan,' unquote? Hehe...

LR: What? A zombie plan? Of course not!

Mako: See? What did I tell--

LR: I have 37 different zombie plans!

Ghost Widow: Wow. Now THAT'S preperation! I am seriously impressed, sir!

LR: Don't be, dirtbag. In 36 of the 37 plans, I use your fresh corpse as bait so that I can make my initial escape from the legions of the undead!

GW: Well, at least I know there's one plan where I--

LR: In the 37th plan, I knowingly infect myself with the zombie virus, just so I can devour you!

Mako: Sir, you've GOTTA be pulling my leg.

LR: Why do you think I have my spider-legs with me at all times? You have to be ready to act on a moments notice! Yaah!

Mako: Guys, with all the problems in the world, I can't believe you spend this much--

[Moaning overthrows his voice]

What's that?

LR: Romero's beard! The heroes have been infected!

[Statesman, Manticore, Synapse and Sister Psyche shuffle slowly toward the villains.]

Black Scorpion: If anyone needs me, I'll be in the attic!

GW: Hello, Judo!

LR: Wait, Ghost Widow! I need your delicious meat for most of my plans! ...Hey there, Mako... You don't wanna give me a hand with somethin', do ya?

Mako: No--

LR: Where your moistured meat?

Manticore: Hey, States, how long do we keep this up?

States: When they all go into hiding... Grab their crystal and run...

Synapse: Briiiaaan.... I WANT BRIIAAAAN....

Manti: Synapse, it's BRAINS, not Brian!

Synapse: Oh, sorry! I must've read the script wrong... Moaaaniiiing... MOANIIIIING....

Sis. Psyche: Shut up guys, they're gonna hear us...

Manti: Hey Psyche, bet its been a while since you had some fresh meat!

SP: Up yours.

Manti: Bow-chicka-bow-woooaaah....

((...I couldn't resist.))

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[[Yeah, I remember that episode, I think it was a PSA...I think...]]

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((Planning to Fail, to be exact.))

[Lord Recluse comes atop the Grandville Tower, only to be questioned by Mako about a conversation the others were having.]

Mako: Hey, sir, do you have a, quote, 'zombie plan,' unquote? Hehe...

LR: What? A zombie plan? Of course not!

Mako: See? What did I tell--

LR: I have 37 different zombie plans!

Ghost Widow: Wow. Now THAT'S preperation! I am seriously impressed, sir!

LR: Don't be, dirtbag. In 36 of the 37 plans, I use your fresh corpse as bait so that I can make my initial escape from the legions of the undead!

GW: Well, at least I know there's one plan where I--

LR: In the 37th plan, I knowingly infect myself with the zombie virus, just so I can devour you!

Mako: Sir, you've GOTTA be pulling my leg.

LR: Why do you think I have my spider-legs with me at all times? You have to be ready to act on a moments notice! Yaah!

Mako: Guys, with all the problems in the world, I can't believe you spend this much--

[Moaning overthrows his voice]

What's that?

LR: Romero's beard! The heroes have been infected!

[Statesman, Manticore, Synapse and Sister Psyche shuffle slowly toward the villains.]

Black Scorpion: If anyone needs me, I'll be in the attic!

GW: Hello, Judo!

LR: Wait, Ghost Widow! I need your delicious meat for most of my plans! ...Hey there, Mako... You don't wanna give me a hand with somethin', do ya?

Mako: No--

LR: Where your moistured meat?

Manticore: Hey, States, how long do we keep this up?

States: When they all go into hiding... Grab their crystal and run...

Synapse: Briiiaaan.... I WANT BRIIAAAAN....

Manti: Synapse, it's BRAINS, not Brian!

Synapse: Oh, sorry! I must've read the script wrong... Moaaaniiiing... MOANIIIIING....

Sis. Psyche: Shut up guys, they're gonna hear us...

Manti: Hey Psyche, bet its been a while since you had some fresh meat!

SP: Up yours.

Manti: Bow-chicka-bow-woooaaah....

((...I couldn't resist.))

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[[Hopefully this is familiar...]]

Mako: Hey Ghost Widow, look at this, man: it's the rookie! And he brought tank out to scare off Statesman.

GW:What? No way!

Mako:Hey rookie, good job man! Why didn't you tell us you knew how to drive the tank?

BS:New target acquired. (spinning turret around at Mako)

LR: That's not a target. That's Captain Mako.

Mako: Yeah, that's right, it's me, Mako! What's going on, man!

BSlocking on to Mako) Target locked

LR:What? No. Target unlock. Unlock! Please help me nice tank.

BS: Firing main cannon.

LR: Uh oh...

GW: Uh oh...

Mako: What? Oh, son of a bi-

Black Scorpion fires, hits Mako, throws him sprawling, high up in the air. Mako lands back on the ledge again.

Ghost Widow: Holy [censored]! Mako, are you okay? Talk to me, Mako! You shot Mako, you team-killing [censored]!

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((Kekeke! I can even point out every character!

Lord Recluse: Caboose
Mako: Church
Ghost Widow: Tucker
Black Scorpion: Shiela!

Red Vs. Blue r0x.))