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John frowned, while also raising an eyebrow. "I think someone needs to teach the talking rock some manners... Or at least get it some anger management lessons..." he muttered, eyeing the stone with slight annoyance. "I am sure there is SOMEONE crazy enough to try and give a stone therapy..."

"What the--?! You are so creepy!" Experiment shouted moments before being flung away toward Jenny. A pillow of darkness caught the hero, putting him down softly. However, looking at a split-up Schizophrenias gave 2.0 an idea.

"Hm... Jenny, go find a vacuum. You will know when to use it." the hero said, running off toward a kitchen appliance store down the way. He ran in, and soon exited with a hand full of plates.

Jenny sighed. "I know where this is going, and I don't think it is going to work, John."

"Sure it is!" 2.0 called back, running to the entrance of the City of Gyros where the attack was happening. Yet another sigh, and Jenny walked past the stores to a home appliance store.

She returned swiftly, vacuum in hand, most with the hand-held section.

"Ready?" John asked, not bothering to wait as he began flinging plates toward Schizo quickly, almost like shuriken. Of course, they would hurt a LOT less, but still, hurting wasn't the point.

((Wacky plans of the techy, ahoy!))

Experiment chuckled at Helper's apology light-heartedly. "Don't worry 'bout the egg, Helper. It's not like it really matters to anyone's feelings... Unless they are REALLY sensitive..."

At the robot's suggestion, 2.0 nodded. "That sounds pretty fun, even if they don't have advanced tech. I usually mess with things like that to pass the time anyway, but I have never tried with another person, or in this case, android. Lead away!"

Experiment winced as a finger seemed to roll his way, before turning slightly because of a fallen chair in its path. "Ugh... Gross..." he muttered.

He proceeded to leap forward, slashing directly toward Schizo, a trail of poisonous liquid trailing behind the spine. "Hey, freak, keep your body parts to yourself!"

Blind chuckled slightly, ducking and weaving to avoid incoming projectiles, purposeful or not. However, he stopped as three more zombies and a knight similar to his own arrived.

"...Uh... Okay, either we arrived just as we began reliving Dawn of the Dead, or we have a lot of Necromancers here..." muttered the Necromancer, shrugging.

He pulled a small capsule from his belt, and threw it at the ground. The Insta-Darko-Portal pulled a bedraggled knight from its depths, and Blind Messenger then said a few magical incantations, powering up the Knight. "Go, my minion," said Messenger as his Knight unsheathed a criss-crossing blade infused with dark energy, "Chop chop!"

Meanwhile, the dark servant yelled in pain as the light smashing into its back. It lowered into the ground, rising now in front of Hallucinogen.

"Well well, what have we here?"

Now, it lowered and directly behind the green, smokey teen.

"A nooblet who has tried to pwnz me? J00 cannot! N00b!"

With that, the Servant disappeared, reappearing on the wall as a shadow. If someone listened closely, they may hear 'Rofl h4x.' from the shadow.

Strawberry Icing sighed quietly as he heard the leader of this detachment of Longbow's announcement. That idiot just HAD to attack, didn't she.

Doesn't matter.

He followed the group in single file, a look of complete boredom on his face. All this shouting, all these commands, blah blah blah. It was all the same. He still had no idea why Experiment had sent him. According to the hero, this place was a training school to rid these villains of their 'evil' ways before they mature, but that there was something fishy going on.

"Fishy!" Kevin thought angrily, "That geek sent me here on a HUNCH!"

Kevin had to hold back a chuckle at the shouting. He had seen this before, what with the fact that Experiment was very 'into' Longbow. Hell, the guy had a suit just for the organization. But still, after the first time, he finally caught what 2.0 meant by 'hypocritical.' All this shouting, and then giving the guards dirty looks for shoving the kids too hard?

"It's like saying 'YOU ARE WORTH NOTHING! YOU DESERVE NOTHING BUT DIRT FOR DINN-- Aw, come on guys, don't get rough, they're just kids...' Can't they get some REALLY mean Wardens in here? I don't mean stupid ones either..."

Ballard sighed, rubbing his temples with two fingers. "Ugh... You people and your space... I will have the advanced tech on Earth and you can keep your galactic battles to yourself, 'kay?" he muttered.

A look of confusion spread over 2.0's face at Moonscribe's words. "You found a living hallucination? Great, as if we weren't weird enough already..." he muttered, looking up at the hologram boredly.

Terroricer stood in the line, smiling behind the mask he had on as the rain hit his head. He loved the rain, couldn't get enough of it. He loved the wind too, but the rain was his favourite kind of weather.

However, a shove from another inmate brought him out of his reverie. He followed the group, scowling. Or, at least, what he thought was a menacing scowl. He wanted to look the part if his mask were ever taken off.

"Like in the vacuum of space?!" 2.0 cried, hearing the conversation entirely, "Did you hear any of that or were you listening to some kind of song in your head? They have nuclear missiles, lasers, and... Dear god, what was that number? How can you just shrug that off?!"

Kevin sighed, leaning against the the seat he was on as the banging began from the back.

"Great. One minute, I am working on a cover story for the Paragon City Times. Next minute, I am talking to a stupid Longbow guard who didn't listen and gave me the stupidest name ever. NEXT minute, I am stuck on a bus with a bunch of delinquents and some insane guy in the back. Could my day get any [Censored] better?" Strawberry thought to himself, sighing once again.

He was now bored. The shackles on his wrists had temporarily frozen his powers, so he could not longer fire burts of freezing cold energy or control water. Not only that, he felt weaker.

Being a spy sucked.

Name: John Ballard.
A.K.A.: Experiment 2.0.

First well-known appearance: Game of Cosmic Chess.
Has Appeared in: Game of Cosmic Chess; Final Fight; 24 Hour Virus; When the World Broke; Crown of Thorns; Super Hero 101 (Cameo.); Meeting of the Minds; And more.

Experiment 2.0: In Flight.

John Ballard: Testing out flight physics.

Experiment in Battle Armour: Ain't it purdy?

Commonly, Experiment 2.0 will wear red armour while on patrol as a hero, with small dashes of different colours so as to not be totally red. He almost always wears a cape, making it known to all of his heroic deeds up to that point. At times, he even seems to have a glow of heroicness, but most say that is simply his armour reflecting the sun and blinding people. (His blue glow on the first costume is this 'heroic glow' thing. It is not mentioned in RPs because it is not visible.)

He wears goggles on his head to either aid in keeping insects out of his eyes, or cover up said eyes in case of explosions. He also wears a PDA on his wrist at times to help him in various situations, but he normally just carries it around in one of his many pockets.

The armour he wears is paneled, split up with each single panel to allow it to slide. This is needed for the hero's spines, his main power, to work. The panels slide from the known areas that spines are to extract from, and voila, shish-ka-2.0.

2.0's powers consist of spines, given through a scientific experiment conducted by a mysterious man named 'Dr. Shimmer' in Crey Industries, and an armour of darkness which usually awakens in extreme anger, danger, or when he is really moody. The rest of his abilities are natural, along with technological advancements like jets, stealth apparatus, and a small device which is unknown as of yet to be based off of 2.0's meetings with Crey and advanced with his diagnostic of Essex in the game of Cosmic Chess, with which he had no idea with what he used to advance it.

He has blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin from being VERY anti-social and mostly inside, and a pretty short temper. He makes jokes about fighting villains, and will help his allies to the end, but piss him off enough, and he will go beserk ((As Hal learned in GoCC when 2.0 tried to kill him and Burning because of Prodder's deception.))

Experiment gulped down the liquid quickly, feeling his stomach settle about 4 seconds before his incident may have occured. At the mention of Archlich, 2.0 shrugged, but a small voice in the back of his head told him he knew this 'Archlich' guy. It also told him he didn't like him.

Or maybe he was just paranoid.

"I know a guy who CONTROLS a Lich... He is annoying and makes lame jokes, and if you shine a flashlight in his eyes, he won't be able to see for hours..." the hero said off-handedly.

"Is this REALLY a good idea?" a voice spoke from the left wrist of an armoured hero's arm. "I mean, it is a school for villains... Not only would they have to have been arrested, they are VILLAINS! Somebody will notice, E! Besides, even if those kids don't notice you are, like, six feet tall, I am sure some of them would know your accent."

"Bah, you worry too much, PDA." replied Experiment, pulling another small device, similar to PDA's design, from a box. "Besides, I am not the one going in."

He walked to a panel, pulling it from the wall. Inside were about 30 buttons, each labeled with a name. He hit the top left, and upstairs, on the one hundredth floor of the Paragon City Times, Kevin was sliding down a tube to Experiment 2.0's base underground.

A crash later, the armoured hero stepped over to a teen covered by pillows, which seemed to actually save his life this time. "Heya, Kev. Feel like going to prison?"

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"Can't believe I am doing this..." muttered a young man, adorned with a dark red and black armoured costume, flowing cape, evil hood and all. He was greeted by one of the Wardens waiting outside for the incoming 'students'.

"Name."

"Hidden Raven."

"Taken."

"...Oh no... You are another John..."

About 15 minutes later, Kevin sighed. "Fine, fine... Black Hawk."

"Taken."

"Shut up already! Okay, fine! I will be... Purple Flurbalot!"

"...Okay, that is authorized..."
"...Don't make me hurt you... Terroricer."
"...Okay, that is a sucky name... But it is open."
"Thank you."

"Now, what is your villain identification?"

"...What?"

"Well, Terroricer is your real name, right? What is your ID?"

"...Go kill yourself."

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After yet another ten minutes, Strawberry Icing stepped through the doorway, led by a new Warden who had previously been told of Experiment's plan.

However, he could not hold back chuckles.

"...How the heck did you get 'Strawberry Icing' again?"

"Look, that guy was an idiot! Not my fault he took the name seriously!"

"Okay, I won't call you that then... Mr. Terroricer... Hehehe...."

Experiment nodded, as if knowing exactly what Acid was talking about. He listened intently, but caught nothing of the words 'bucket' or 'toilet', so decided to speak up.

"Would you happen to have any bathrooms in this ship? It would appear that I will need one in about... 34 seconds." the hero said, a grumble emanating from his stomach. "Y'know, just in case you didn't want a new floor pattern."

((Pfft, delayed sickness FTW!

And yes, he can actually estimate how long it takes for him to vomit from motion sickness. He is just THAT good. Sadly enough, I do the same thing.))

I, personally, would recommend people who can write essay-long posts with ease. However, seeing as how that seems to be a rarity in this day and age, four paragraph-posters will do.

Hell, even I am not included in that.

"...Not too shabby." Experiment muttered quietly as he stepped from the 'elevator,' walking next to Acid's seat quickly. "Okay, so, we are in some sorta ship. 'Kay, all I need to know is how the hell you have not been noticed by... Well, anything, and maybe I will quit bugging you for a while.... Until you pull out some more cool tech."

Ugh, but then I would have to think of a new teenage villain...

...Okay, done. So, when do we start?

Experiment sighed once again. Always with the psychics or people who could sense things! Almost worse than pyromaniacs!

...It took a second or two to register the slight burning sensation, but as soon as the hero felt it, his spines were out, swinging haphazardly around him and exploding every few seconds before he finally activated the Extinguish device of his armour.

In other words, he hit a button that covered him in water from the inside of his armour.

The spines retracted, and 2.0 sighed once again.

"...Pyros are still worse than psychics."

Pyro frowned, although, from the fact that his mouth was almost on the side of his face, it may be hard to tell. "How would he know what you said without hearing it?" the pyromaniac asked, bewildered. "Does he have connections among us?"

Experiment sighed. He could have sworn he had never seen this Pyro-Technis guy before, but he just seemed like so many villains, and heroes, if counting Burning Brawler, he knew. Pyromaniac, and naive... So sad.

Experiment raised an eyebrow toward the being that had recently arrived, and sighed. He walked to Acid, seemingly calm, and spoke low, as if it were some secret he were telling the humanoid lizard... thing.

Instead, it was a simple question.

"I just wanna know how the hell I know these freaks, geeks and magical girls... Wait, no..."

He then began walking off once again, randomly. "It would have to be singular... But then my joke would not work, as it was a play on the name of a previously well known movie with a similar name, but of forms of transportation... Wasn't it? Wow, I need to get out more... But where would I go? I mean, I went out for a stroll today, and look what happened..."

He continued this, going onto several subjects. It would seem he did this often, as he responded to himself.

And, if it went on long enough, people would find that he not only also argued with himself, he began giving himself the cold shoulder.

With that in mind, if he went on long enough, people may realize he was even more anti-social than they knew of if they knew him before. Otherwise, he would just look insane.

...

Okay, more insane.

...

Look, I will give you senile, but that is as far as I let it go.
...I put my foot down at anti-socially senile.

"Yes, I believe they did." came a voice, which was then followed by what seemed to be a cloud of sentient darkness. "However, those zombies were t3h suck. J00 could kill them with only a few attacks. They were pwnz3d."

The shadow chuckled slightly, and then proceeded to lower back into the ground.

It rose in front of the doorway this time, and blasts of darkness shot from its body, but the aim was way off. It didn't seem to be trying.

"0wnz3d!111!!!1!!"

((Dark Servant = t3h 1337 h4xx0rz.))

Yeah, I am lost too. I mean, I write stories and such, but that does not make me an English Major... Hell, I am still a Freshmen in high school!

...Doesn't make me any less of a grammar Nazi though.

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"... And I really have no idea what my excuse is for knowing any of you, so please provide me with one. We must avoid awkward questions." He turned to the others. . .

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"...W... What?" Experiment muttered, a look of sincere confusion on his face. "First of all, why did you call us Pharoahs and Priestesses, and second of all... How the hell do you know us without having a reason or... Okay, my head hurts..."

John pinched the bridge of his nose, beginning to mutter again. "This is all so confusing..."