Prodiguy

Blind chuckled at the disaster...

...Right before being sent flying backward, and head over heels over the City of Gyro's desk. He was immediately up, coughed uncomfortably, and dusted himself off, blasting the incompetent minion to the underworld. He then leaped over the desk, flinging a dark ball of energy toward Moonscribe, and then toward Experiment 2.0.

Experiment's reaction was a sigh and a sidestep. The blast moved at, what, half a mile an hour? At most?

"Calm down 'Doctor,' that is how the world is. Nothing is free." muttered Experiment, shrugging. "Hell, you should see some of the stuff I had to pay for..."

Experiment rolled his eyes at the current fiasco before it settled down. As the twins began talking, he removed a small device from his right pocket. He spoke a small command into it, and placed it back.

He turned toward the others again, acting as unsuspicious as possible.

John frowned deeply at hearing the name of the little girl's step mother. Dr. Gretchen... He had heard that before... No, he hadn't... It was familiar... But somehow, it seemed to not make any sense. He was sure he had never heard the name in his life, but... In the back of his mind...

It didn't matter. He was probably imagining things again.

"Okay, now that the drama-girl's sob story is out of the way, what is next on the agenda?"

Experiment half-turned toward Hal, looking toward where Linn had gone to, and back. "Look, it really isn't that important, just... Maybe, if you see Linn around, keep an eye on him. Now, I am not saying FOLLOW him. Don't make it look like you suspect anything... Which you shouldn't, nothing to suspect, but just... you know... Keep an eye out."

With that, he turned back to Rich, frowning. "So, anything new we have to look at?" he whispered quietly.

Pyro-Technis appeared to slide in behind Hal and Essex, smirking. "Ah, so you simply left when she began showering, and 'cleaned yourself'... Riiight... Probably some sick slang for--"

A resounding whallop was heard as an armoured fist met Pyro's bare face, sending him sprawling to the ground in pain.

"While I may find the look of your age differences disturbing, I will not let Essie's mind be infected with the unneeded comments of some random pyromaniac who CAN'T JUST LET ME SLEEP!"

"Hey, it wasn't MY fault you rolled around! How was I to know you would manage to roll directly into my flames?!"

"Agh!" shouted Blind, covering his already completely blacked out face from the light. He pointed his right hand toward the sound of Hal's voice and fired a skull encased in a darkness that would wrap around its target's eyes, if it had them, to lower the chance of them seeing the villain.

He rubbed his eye sockets slowly, groaning as he then lowered his hood further, which seemed impossible. He raised a hand as six zombies rose from the ground, breaking out of floor tiles and the like, attempting to circle Moonscribe. "Okay, buddy boy, you are to be my next minion..."

((Blinding darkness = Gloom. The six minions... Think of them as the three first tier zombies, but their damage and health is halfed because of their numbers.))

Experiment continued leaning against the entrance, watching Linn as he passed. With a slight sigh, he turned to Rich. "Okay... Whatcha watching now? If you really want us to figure this out before I do anything, we had better hurry. I have an urge to arrest something."

Experiment raised an eyebrow toward Moonscribe, grunting. "Right, you could NEVER handle this on your own, even though..."

He looked up, making note of what he saw. "You have some kind of hurricane going, and you are completely faking being hurt. Right. You know, I know being a hero is fun and all, but come on, four eyes, playing around isn't part of the job."

He pulled his goggles from his head to over his eyes and ran forward, slashing rapidly with a sudden burst of spines toward a group of zombies. "But DAMN if it isn't fun!"

However, just as he said this, a shadow seemed to grow from the floor, standing to the left of UD in all its voidly glory. It spoke with a chuckle as it rose. "Heh, come on, you can't tell me you ACTUALLY attacked a City of Gyros store, in a public shopping mall, in a city known for being a city of heroes on purpose... right?"

The voice grunted with laughter again, as the shadows descended, leaving a cloaked figure with a very low hood covering almost his entire face, along with a mask covering the rest. What could be seen would appear to be some sort of skull. "Besides, you are going about this all wrong."

Then, a voice to the RIGHT spoke. "What you should do is make copies that explode in dark energy on contact, and send THOSE in first." came the finishing sentance of someone in the exact same clothing. With that, the left figure ran directly toward Hallucinogen, the area that its eyes were supposed to be pulsing with dark energy.

"Blind Messenger, necromancer and master of darkness, at your aid." spoke the figure on the right, chuckling.

*Dodge* *Weave*

John was about to perform a roundhouse kick to the head of an officer, but was promptly teleported to... Well, he really didn't care where he was, as his kick had sent him spinning, slamming him head-first into the ground. He lay there for a second, contemplating the possibility he may have gone insane from all these changes, but then stood.

He dusted himself off, and sighed. "Okay people... All I have to say to that is... WHY THE HELL DO I KEEP TELEPORTING?!"

A crashing could be heard as an armoured figure fell from the sky holding a girl with the same hair colour and eye colour as himself. He landed, his eyes closed, and dropped of the girl.

"Never fear, citizens! For I, Experiment 2.0, hero of Paragon City and saviour of Steel Canyon, is here to save you!"

"John..." said the girl, but he continued talking, his eyes closed tightly.

"Where there is evil, I shall halt it! Where there is crime--!"

"John..."

"--It shall be stopped! Where there are no heroes to save you, I will--"

"JOHN!"

"What?!" he replied loudly, turning toward City of Gyros. Inside, he saw Moonscribe, the martial artist and the zombies and their leader already in battle. A small turn later, he saw a giant with a chainsaw and some guy wielding a shotgun.

"...Okay, what the hell?! My contacts told me that the mall was in danger, and it needed a hero right away... And there are already, like, four here!" he shouted, waving his arms around frantically.

The girl sighed, rolling her eyes. "Does it really matter, 'oh great hero?' You get to help out."

"I don't WANNA help out! I am usually here to save people, along with the help of others, not arrive just in time to see people fighting! Besides Jenny, I doubt hitting zombies with blasts of darkness would do you much good."

"Quit whining." was the girl's only reply as she walked toward the zombie that had previously been kicked. She bent over, smiling. "Heya buddy, you okay down there?"

With that, she thrust her hand forward and fired a concentrated blast of dark energy toward it.

Pyro chuckled as his egg exploded, a small orb of fire keeping the sticky substance inside from flying everywhere. He then lowered it, the fire orb leaving, and the egg began to scramble on his armor. "Mmm... Scrambled eggs..." he muttered quietly, looking up at the lowering Morsko. His smile grew, as he aimed his right hand at the creature, and fired.

The white-hot egg flew directly at Morsko, and propelling flame behind it.

As the night shift approached, the guard on duty began checking the cells once again.

The Ziggurat was, as of now, fully defended. Turrets, Longbow Wardens at the ready, and armed guards were all over the prison, along with security cameras at every turn. Hence, Officer Jones was rather sure of himself as he walked the line of the top row of cells near the infirmary.

He knocked on each door, and the responding curse, grunt, or banging made him sure the prisoner was still there.

However, just before walking down the stairs to the second level, he knocked on the last door, with which there was no reply.

The guard was new, and therefore, didn't know anyone in the cells. He banged on the door with his nightstick, harder this time.

Nothing.

He slid across the 'peeker-plate,' as he called it, and looked in. "Hey, 14234, you in there?" he called, to which silence was the response.

He began panicking. This had happened twice before, according to stories told by the older guards in the security room. Both times, either the prisoner had escaped, or he had died respectively. He eyed the entire room, seeing nobody.

He jammed his card into the slider, beeping positively in response to motion that the door was now open.

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A beep showed on the security monitors that the cell had been unlocked. Warden Weston looked closely at the number, before calling back to the leaving nightshift guard. "Hey... Who is in cell 3F?"

"...Oh god..." was the guard's only reply as he dashed off.

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"Hey, you okay in here?" muttered Jones as he fully opened the door.

A rustling sound from the roof was the only thing the ignorant guard heard as he neck was quickly snapped and the foot that had kicked him landed, along with a seemingly average man, with long brownish hair, silver goggles, and a red, padded suit with matching shoulder pads. He dusted himself off, and promptly took the guard's weaponry and tools.

Officer Karlson, the nightshift guard the Warden had called to, was now running up the stairs toward the cell at break-neck speed. He stopped, the cell door closed and locked. Had the security system malfunctioned?

He opened the sliding panel, and looked in. "Hey, how ya doin' in there, Anthony? You hear from any guards lately?"

There was no response, but the officer waited. "I am not moving until you respond."

"I am not responding until you identify me by my true name." came a gruff reply, which made the officer's eyes widen.

Not only was it rare for Anthony 'Raven' Marson to respond, but he only used that sentance in rare circumstances.

"...You killed him."

"Yeah. And, by the way, I also figured out how to make it look like the door was locked. Watch the light."

Suddenly, the door light beeped green, and the door itself flew open, knocking the guard backward. A shadow seemed to fly from the room, and Karlson looked up. In the room was the guard that was supposed to now be in the security room, and there was no assassin in sight. But the most disturbing thing?

The guard's clothes were gone. "[censored]..."

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Over the radio, a hectic transmission was heard. "Red Alert! Red Alert! Prisoner 14234 is out! Repeat, The Hidden Raven has escaped! He is wearing one of our men's uniforms, and could be anywhere, you are advised to--"

Immediately, static replaced the message as a shadow flew over the prison courtyard, following a huge, black Arachnos flyer, which began it's assault on the turrets and walls of the Ziggurat. However, this time around, the pilot's found that the turrets, spotlights, transmissions and even the radar of the prison was already out.

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In the security room of the Ziggurskey Prison, there were marks that entailed blasts of energy had been blown over the walls when the Arachnos Troops got in. On the floor was a Longbow Warden with the nametag 'Weston' on his shirt, and a very well drawn, or rather grafted, raven was burned into his chest next to it. A note sat on his head. The troops eyed each other, and the left took the note, opening it.

"A gift, shall we say, to Arachnos for getting me out of here. Even though I did all the work.

Sincerely, Hidden Raven."

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"Hey, Hidden Raven, and I thought we were here to rescue YOU!" came the voice of Arachnos trooper Jenkins as he turned. However, there was nobody in sight. "...Raven?"

The troop walked toward his objective, finding bodies of officers and prisoners along the way. At the end, he found a readily planted explosive. On the top was yet another note. Jenkins shrugged, and picked it up. "Boom." it read, and a small piece of string attached to the bomb detached with the note.

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"I solved your problem." Anthony said to the pilot, who grunted in return.

"Right, and yet there is no explosion. Besides, you didn't even save Jenkins!"

"Well, I did..." he muttered, "But he revealed my name to the Longbow agents he was captured by."

"Right, well you still have to set the explosive."

"...I did..." Raven chuckled, looking to his watch. "And took care of Jenkins while I was at it."

With that, the tower exploded in a bright flash, the scream of a Wolf Spider silenced quickly. "Now, you said something about a ride?"

Experiment smiled approvingy. "Great job, Helper. Now, all we have to do is somehow stop the big battle-bot thing, and we should be pretty much yoke-kay." He held out the egg for Helper to take. "You hold this. I will keep Combat Toy, Rosalind, and the other violent people from getting to you."

Experiment caught sight of the egg when Helper mentioned it, and nodded.

He took off toward the sand quickly, but slowed before he reached it. He carefully reached down, plucked egg 19 from the sand, and held it close, not close enough to crack it, but close enough for it not to be too affected by the speed he was now running.

He dashed off back to Helper, and uncovered the egg. "Here you go, one delivery of egg for Helper."

Experiment was about to reply to Helper, before Rosalind's shout and following eggsplosion on the back of his head.

A low growl emenated from his throat. "Right... Be right back..."

He turned and a spine ejected from his arm. It took a second, but he quickly pulled it back. "No, no... No stabbing the dog-lady... Just politely perform a roundhouse kick in the face..."

However, he turned without performing said move, and looked toward Combat Toy. "Okay, this should be easy enough... If I can somehow slow it down enough for you to get close and give it a good punch in some sort of weak spot, we should get full point- No, wait, that was House of the Dead method. Damn, I'm out."

John raised an eyebrow toward Acid, as if he were insane. "Was I SUPPOSED to have changed? What, did you expect me to have powers or something?"

However, when Midas began sobbing, 2.0 sighed. "You know, it may just be me, but it seems as if everything keeps slowing us down. As well as the damned talking stone. Who the hell is this 'Doctor Midas Phillis' anyway?"

((In case ya didn't notice from his little hint, Experiment has no powers, except a small mutation to defend him from attacks with darkness, but it was not strengthened by the experiment that gave him spines, hence the new meaning for the name Experiment 2.0.))

2.0 nodded to Acid, pulling of the hat he had kept on the whole time. His blonde hair, falling down to his shoulders, unkept and ragged, fell in front of his shoulders as he performed a mocking bow. "John Ballard, at your service. As... 'Tam' was it? Well, anyway, as she said, my codename is Experiment 2.0, mainly because I am the one who tests the prototypes for.... Well, let's just say 'my group,' shall we?"

He dusted off his clothing, which had absolutely no dirt on it. It was very unmatching, what with his hair being let so loose and all. "I am a part-time inventor, but mostly specialize in martial arts and the like. I have a few good inventions, but I left them at my base of Ops., so yeah... I can't fly, and I can't wear my battle armour because of this."

Pyro overheard Moonscribe's inquiry, and chuckled slightly. "You know, if you get that egg? That one right there? I will laugh. Then, of course, I will have to steal it from you, but that is hardly the point."

Experiment, meanwhile, was cleaning off his armour. "Well, thanks for the idea, Helper, but apparently, someone hates us. Hm... So, got any new ideas for acquiring a new egg or two?"

Experiment sighed as Keegan fell, looking from left to right, before once again catching sight of Essex. "Hey, girly, why don'tcha use some of your nanites to-"

He stopped. Where did he get nanites from? It isn't something usual to mistakenly say. Hell, why was he about to say '-To heal him?' How did he know she could even heal?

"...Uh... Do you have any healing abilities, per chance?"

Experiment used his own PDA's camera to record the footage, and threw it back to Rich. "Okay then, that would explain his apparent need to kick us out, and the fact that he was always going away. I guess he kept thinking we had that tape. I am going to get him and get some answers." he 2.0 muttered, walking out of the door swiftly.

He then began running to the Banquet Hall at a sprint, which didn't take long. He leaned up on a wall just to the left of the door, waiting for Linn to exit. A surprise attack was always the best approach.

Ballard also missed the teleport entirely, however, he began talking to the others without even turning. "Okay, who is here, exactly? Some info regarding what I am being dragged into would be nice before Lady Snarlsalot decides to attack me."

John growled right back at Tam, his eyes darkening threateningly. "Don't you EVER associate me with fire like that again, got it? As much as I don't like hitting girls, I may make a very large exception for you..." he muttered coldly, not taking his eyes away from her in a fashion that looked almost like a challenge.

Well, Virtue is known as the Unofficial RP server, but there are a few RP groups spread out among the others as well. Virtue, however, seems to have the highest population.

(( XD
Rosie is awesome.))

Experiment perked up immediately at this, and held his egg from his body, but in such a strong grasp between his fingers to not crush it, but keep it from slipping from his hands in theft easily.

Pyro, meanwhile, was throwing it up and catching it, smirking. "Come on, people! Let's get started!"