Prodiguy

John gasped as Tam spoke his 'other' name. "...How... How the hell do you know my code name?! Only my superiors know that!" he almost shouted.

However, when he looked back to make sure Midas and Essex hadn't moved... Well, they had moved. He had no idea where they were, and spun quickly.

"Damnit!" He turned to Tam, balling his hands into fists, "You made me lose 'em! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Experiment, with all the agility of a slug that had been stepped on, and had a bucket of salt poured on it, grabbed egg 16 and walked off, holding his egg oddly steady for someone so tired.

Meanwhile, a single blink of flame shot from the house, wrapped around egg 9 and pulled it inside, Pyro grabbing it from the air, smirking. It cooled down from the heat instantly, and he held it, walking outside with the look of a normal person.

It appeared the pyromaniac was a morning person.

John looked up from the new 'battle' that just began, and turned toward the growling sound, an eyebrow raised. He caught sight of Tam, and sighed. Standing, he entered a defensive Tae Kwon Doe stance, waiting for her first attack.

"I just want to know... Why does this always happen to me?" he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Hugh!"

John had leaped for his life away from the cannon, and then disappeared from sight almost entirely. In fact, he had leapt to the side of a structure, and climbed it rather skillfully, watching the conversation quietly from his spot on a rooftop.

However, when he heard the names Acid and Essex, something sparked in his mind. He knew he knew those names, but he couldn't place them. Had they been enemies that he had fought recently? Allies long past?

"Hm... Odd... You would think I would remember these things..." he muttered quietly to himself, getting into a comfortable kneeling position. "Oh well, no need to interrupt just yet... I may find out more about these people without explosions and killing better than jumping in, fists and feet flying."

"Damnit!" cursed John, sprinting after Phillis. His coat flapped in the wind, which he then discarded quickly to speed himself up. He skidded around every corner after Midas, intent on not losing sight of him for a second. He ran faster and faster, keeping his pace with the man carrying the girl.

"How the hell does someone carry a girl and run as fast as that!?" he thought frantically, skidding around yet another corner. He began feeling a slight pain in his side, but ignored it. He could feel the air lashing against him as he ran, skidding around yet another corner.

"Damnit... If I didn't know better... I would say this guy knew I was following... Hehe..." he huffed, curling his hands into tight fists to keep himself focused.

John Ballard, wearing a night-black trench coat and a low hat glanced around nervously. It was obvious he was not about to get into anything around here to do with this 'UltramegaMagus' thing they had going. In fact, he barely remembered anything. All he remembered was that he knew how to fight, and he had some kind of amazing intelligence. However, it didn't seem he had powers.

However, he turned in time to see a young girl being carried away by some man, and decided it didn't look right. That hunch was all he needed to begin following the two, glancing left to right before walking quickly after them. From what he had seen, the girl looked frail, weak, and that was never a good thing, especially in this type of enviroment. However, during his 'covert ops', John began thinking.

"Why am I following these people? I don't even know them. For all I know, they are leading my right into a trap conducted by the followers of this place's ruler. I should just stop...

"...But I can't. I am following because that girl looks... Well, I don't know. She doesn't look FAMILIAR, per se, but... I don't know. Whatever. Less think, more leg-work."

When not playing the game, am home, and my computer is on? CoH forums are constantly up, on the RP forum. Needless to say, I also constantly wait for replies.

"Hey!" came a slightly offended female voice from Experiment's wrist, "I resent that! You people always treat us as just your devices or toys, but really, we have feelings too! ...Or, at least, I do. Numb-skull here made me that way, but still."

"And if I knew how to stop it, I would." 2.0 muttered. "Now, since it appears nobody tampered with the recordings since you confiscated it, that would mean somebody tampered with it before-hand. However, these guys don't seem too into this whole tech thing, as far as I can tell..."

He sat looked up to the roof once again, trying to think. "Perhaps some kind of magical interference spell, or perhaps a well-thrown ninja-star or five removed later? Ugh, I am not Batman. I only work with tech. If you need me, I will be wandering around aimlessly."

With that, he stood, stretching, and began walked out to the door. However, he turned back to Rich with a concerned look. "Uh... Do you happen to know if those bots got a hold of that tape at any point before your tech guys? Just asking..."

*Groan.*

A normal-clothed (if wearing a mask over his face and a long black trench coat is normal) human with blonde hair and sky-blue eyes walked into the kitchen, scratching his head. He missed Toy's head poking through the table completely, leaned against a wall...

And slumped down, his eyes snapping closed. It was by pure luck he didn't begin snoring right away.

Following that, was a small device, rolling in on four small wheels.

"And he moans about ME being boring..." it chirped, rolling up to him, and zapping him with a small jolt of electricity. It was enough to wake him up, and leave a small burn on his hand. He looked up at his PDA, holding his hand.

"Ugh... Idun'tlikemornin's..." he muttered, "Too bright...."

"...Shut up and wake up."

"Quiet."

Experiment watched the video calmly, making note of exactly where it had jumped.

"It's odd... It looks to be hiding whoever performed the murder and kidnapping, which would be a pretty good thing to do... But why would it jump like that? Who had this tape before you got hold of it?"

No, leveling on Test doesn't level the Live version.

Yeah, Experiment is Test Center only. He has a level 25 version on Liberty, but... Yeah...

Create Experiment on Protector? S... So I have to go through level 1-30 again?

...*Whimper*...

*Finds that Test Center isn't allowing him on and begins fuming.*

Damnit! Now, not only do I not have the RP forum, I also can't level up Experiment! Damn you fate!

That is it! To Virtue to create Earthbound Angel!

Pfft, and me without even one level 50.

>.>
<.<

To Experiment 2.0!

*Goes to Peregrine for a PL.*

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Yes. Yes I do. But when there aren't any posts up, I go play the actual game.

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Actual game? What are you talking about? Don't we pay a monthly fee for these forums?

Oh, you mean that CoH/V thing? Isn't that just a perk?

I find it amazingly ironic that during the week, when I am never home, this place gets set ablaze by how many posts flood the area.

However, during the weekend, you people just abandon me, only few taking pity and posting.

Now, thanks to you people, the voices in my head become louder with each passing second, urging me to go on a rampage from lack of creative output. If I can not be creative here, I must either go out and find as many ways to hurt humans as possible, or play Dead Rising and figure out how many ways I can kill zombies with a hardware store full of stuff.

This post DOES have a point, however hidden it may be in m3h rambling.

Does anyone else here find themselves sighing in disappointment to see no new posts in the RP section?

Oddly enough, I don't even think they read the Roleplaying section. It might just be me, but as far as I can tell, not many people who regular different sections of the forums come around here.

Experiment hit a small button on his PDA, pausing the game. He raised an eyebrow toward the detective, as if looking for confirmation. "Tamper? How did somebody mess with it? What is wrong? Blank? Jumping past certain parts?"

Experiment smirked a bit. "Right, I think that snake would have a better time talking to a naked woman that chasing around randomly appearing fruits to win me a high score."

Experiment sat in the guest house silently, checking his voice mail, e-mail, and Longbow messaging system, while playing Snake at the same time.

He was currently at a score of 325.

"Damn... 1018 more points until I finally get a new high score..." he muttered quietly, each blip adding 3 points to his current score.

"Ugh... What the hell ARE those little things anyway? Fruits? Rodents? I really have no idea..."

Experiment had, by now, retracted his armour and was now swimming laps up and down the pool while everyone began to leave.

Eventually, however, after he began to tire, he climbed out of the pool, normal street clothes covering him, but with a small, black, generic mask covering a small part of his face to cover his identity.

He hit a switch on his watch, which was his PDA in a disguised form, and his costume was entirely dried by a miniature heater flying from the watch, covering him, and returning.

He yawned, and into the mansion, waved to Helper goodnight, walked past the floating green orb on the couch, and proceeded to his room.

When he entered, his eyes gaped open.

Pyro was in his bed, a wall of fire blocking anyone's path to him. The fire, however, was not burning anything in the area. 2.0 could feel the heat, but nothing more. He avoided the fire, pulled his bed further away, and then slumped down on it, laying his bag on the fire-less side. He had only one hope that night.

"PLEASE don't let him have a nightmare..."

Experiment shrugged slightly, and smirked. "Eh, I will believe anyone is dead when I know for sure no copies, dummies, no nothings are in their place. However, this 'trans-dimensional thing' you were talking about... Perhaps Mr. Kelly had some kind of lead on something, perhaps an opening to some place those weirdos didn't want him snooping around in."

He leaned against a wall calmly. "Therefore, they could have killed him and been done with it, but that still makes no sense. Why would they still be here? There must be something they had here, or something we missed that they are, or were, looking for.

"It makes no sense, tactically, to leave any trace of themselves, or anything someone could use to find them. For instance, if they had left that spell thing behind, they were in a hurry, they wanted someone to follow, or they are not very smart. If the third choice, it may be a little easier."

2.0 looked to the roof, as if searching for inspiration. "Hmm... Well, if they had come to murder Ian's father to stop him getting close, then they would have destroyed the 'trans-dimensional thing'. The lab was pretty much totaled, even BEFORE they attacked us. Knowing tech, that stuff could take weeks to fix, not even including the magical components and the money to find parts that are unusable..."

"Ugh. Why do these people make things so complicated!?"

"Well, at least I am not crazy any more. Do you have any idea why these ninja would kidnap Ian's mother and kill his father? Because, if my deductions are correct..."

2.0 began counting off of his fingers. "I thought they may have killed his father because of this whole Magi-tech deal, and so wanted to get at him for mixing the two. However, after the murder, they kidnapped the mother. They would have no one to hurt, unless they were mobsters and wanted to hurt their victim's families."

He closed his eyes in concentration. "So, either they didn't really kill the father, or there is something deeper than just magic mixed with technology going on here. Maybe if we knew more about this project, we could figure out why these ninja would hurt Ian without actually HURTING him, because, in case you guys didn't notice, they never seemed to attack him head on..."

When Pyro had hit the water, he had been absolutely COVERED in steam, before ramming his fist into the poolside. A few tiles fell from the side he had grabbed as he crushed it under hand, climbing to the side of the pool, gasping. "I swear... I will melt the parts of whoever controls that DAMNED thing!"

Experiment, meanwhile, had covered his mouth with an armour plate, quieting his laughter to almost nothing, both at Essex and Pyro's misfortunes.

((Yeah, we're not exactly Batman, the greatest detective of all superheroes. But, hell, we found out something, right?))

Experiment grunted negatively to Ian's question. "Nah, I don't drink." he muttered, then turning toward the detective.

"Well, we found ninja, we found a lab, we found magical stuff, we found... Well, I guess you could say Archie found--... What DID you find? Wasn't it some kind of candle?"