Prodiguy

Experiment didn't speak. Essex was no longer happy and chirpy, and he did not say anything for fear of the teenaged android snapping and murdering them all.

Most likely suffocation by tablecloth.

He looked down at his feet, and started kicking the floor uselessly.

((*Blows on the cover of said RP, dust blowing into his face, causing him to stutter and twitch as his throat spasmed and he choked violently. He coughed, clearing his threat of the dust, and shrugged.* I would say, if there are no replies in the RP itself within two days, this thread will be cremated.))

Ah, yes... The Malta...

I look forward to fighting them... However, I doubt I could get Experiment to kill Gunslingers as fast as I would if I had not known Soviet's Malta...

I will have to watch and make sure not to kill Curtis.

I never read those books. I was too into H.G. Wells for so long... Then I got Treasure Island, King Arthur, Shadowmancer...

My personal favorite book has got to be 'Cell' though, by Stephen King. Anyone ever read it?

Oh, by the way...

Am I the only one that doesn't get Ess' name?

Experiment had blown the spiders he had captured onto the ground, causing them to die rather quickly from the force of it.

However, his plastic armour kept him snuggly warm during what he would later call 'the second ice age'.

((Very much purposeful. He may ACT clumsy, but we all know he planned ahead.. Or maybe he is just slow. One or the other.))

"Ballroom... Return to lab... Go to the park... Get coffee..."

"PICK ONE ALREADY, YOU [censored] [censored] [censored]!!!!" came PDA's voice, bursting into 2.0's ear from a megaphone, growing from a tiny size so as to fit in the device.

"YIAAAH!!! Okay, okay! Jeez..." muttered the hero, proceeding to unintentionally go the exact same way Archlich and Hal had left. By now, he had totally forgotten. However, a quick beep from his PDA informed him of an invisible being. "Remember what happened last time?"

"Yeah, but this time, I know who it is. They are in your records. Give ya a hint... Begins with 'H'..."

"...Howard?"

"*Sigh*... Close enough."

A pulling of air caught the spiders in midair, sucking them into a vacuum, held by a glaring blonde haired, blue eyed child in plastic red armour.

"Quit it. Now." he quietly muttered, before running over to Blightlord. He aimed at the Necromancer, and began the process of sucking all of the spiders from his armour.

Don't worry, Hal, we can suck together!

...Ew. No thanks.

Ah, I remember when I was young, perhaps five or six... My father taught me to fire a rifle. I fired it through my pillow, my door, and killed my "Woody" 'action figure'... Oh, that was so fun...

Ah... Fond memories...

Great, now she will come out in her Tablecloth(c) again...

Just kidding.

Well, at least you still get to read our randomness, right? Plus, we have... WAYS of getting to you...

*Looks to the sky at the rocket with the message he had sent, reading good luck, before it blows up in mid-air.*

...RIGHT after I fix those gosh-darned bugs...

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OOC: Note: Archlich's disguise was blown off by one of the demon-ninjas. So right now he's in his standard armor. Except this time he's got a royal purple cape with red sigils woven around its edges.

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((Exactly why I keep saying 'Knight' instead of Knight. Sarcastic tone kind of thing.))

Experiment frowned as he shot himself over the side of the hole with one of his slightly elastic organic spine-lines. He landed in a 'ta-da' pose, and walked through the hall to the door once again. He stopped, thinking slightly about where he should go next.

Well... It COULD be 'Mrs. McNinja kills Mr... uh, Ian in the Ballroom' thing... Or perhaps the Library? The Bedroom? Bah, Cluedo was supposed to help in real life... I guess I could try to talk to Ian... Or maybe--"

"Stop talking to yourself. It is creepy." came PDA's voice, slightly annoyed.

"Bah, I am informing our readers of my inner thoughts!"

"...You are insane, E."

"No, no, see, we are in some kind of cross-over novel. We have to find Sherlock Holmes, or Nancy Drew, or someone like that! Then, we will be in mortal danger, but come out of it just in time because of their quick thinking!"

"...Shut up, 2.0."

"K."

Experiment worked quickly as Rosie was carried away, rushing to his destroyed hand-held vacuum.

It took an extremely strenuous three seconds to put it back in working order, a few bugs fixed so as to not blow up.

THAT quickly, anyway.

"Herd them toward me," he said, just loudly enough for the others to hear, "I will suck 'em up and get them outside!"

...

*Promises himself to not let any of his hero or villain characters fight any type of troll or Malta that looks or acts even SLIGHTLY like Soviet's characters.*

I will miss Prikker, Snikker, and definately all of the Malta. Who wouldn't? I hope that, whatever you do with your future, you will do it for the good of the Trolls and the Malta organization!

Good luck, and great roleplaying with you, Soviet.

*BEEP*

"Hm?"

2.0 looked down at his PDA, flashing yellow. He read the text, frowning deeper than before. "Someone is invisible? Well, yeah, real specific."

"In this room, E." came the voice of the device.

"...Oh."

He hit thermals on his goggles. Nothing. U.V. Nothing. He went through all his viewtypes, before putting his goggles back on his head. "There is nobody here, PDA."

"...Ugh. Idiot." It shut off, causing 2.0 to raise an eyebrow. He glanced around again, shrugging. "Malfunctioning devices are an annoyance, eh, 'Knight'?"

Experiment watched the detective leave, frowning. "Great. Try and help out and suddenly you are pretty much wanted. Well, this sucks. As far as I know, they don't even have anything that matches my spines' residue at the crime scene!"

He shook his head, looking back up at the place the detective had stood. "I bet he thought himself all high and mighty, standing up there... Pfft... Some detective..."

((Do you have the other characters so you don't, like, have Essex go homocidal on us? She is very... motherly now... *Shiver*.))

Experiment lowered his head. "...Um... Sorry, Miss Essex... I didn't mean to sound mad at you... I should have listened to how I was saying what I said... Sorry..."

Experiment looked at his feet awkwardly, his hair falling in his face the way Essex had made it earlier.

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...Bachelors. Shees.

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((*Experiment looks around his clean base, working machinery and all, as he suddenly feels as if he had been insulted.* "...Why do I have the sudden feeling that living by myself just got me an insult?"))

"Look..." Experiment tried to come with a strong voice, taking a small step forward, his hands easily seen. "Let me try to explain it a little better... Maybe I shouldn't have said Ninja... These guys, I think there was a female too, used some elemental powers. It seemed as if each controlled a single element, or something like that."

He put his hand to his head, trying to remember.

"Big noses... Not like, slightly large noses... BIG noses... Their armour was kinda cool, but apart from that, not that many distinguishing features... Apart from the whole different coloured skin thing..."

He shook his head, sighing.

"Hey, knight-boy, help me out here, would you?"

Yeah... I even made 2.0's non-permanent death dramatic. However, the fact that the little pink android he came to save unwillingly turned on them and slashed his throat open probably helped with the angst.

Eh, when Experiment finally dies in something other than a 'More lives than one' RP, his Kheldian symbiote will take over, killing 2.0, never having his personality, or even looks, again.

Hence, his character actually DIES.

Same with everyone else. I never did like those campy comics where the hero seemed to have died, and came right back, so I will not do the same here.

However, the one in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade was rather funny, just as every one before and after that... Loved those "He is dead..." "Oh? Who is dead?" "You ar- [censored]?!?!"

I intend to kill off one of my main characters, not because I tire of them, but because it advances his story, what with the symbiotic Kheldian thing.

However, as Mecha said, in the end, what happens to your character is entirely up to you.

However, I do beg you not to pull a Jean Gray, what with the whole 'died over 10 times and still goin' strong!' routine.

Experiment glanced up from his frown toward the 'Knight', shaking his hands in response to Holmes' question.

"Woah, woah, no! No, we did not do this! There were these ninja, see, and they attacked, with wind and really really sharp leaves, and then one of them caused the ground to collapse, and I tried to pull him down, and I couldn't but then-"

He stopped, his usual 'Damnit' face coming over him.

"Sounds like I am insane, doesn't it..."

Experiment frowned once again as Essex patted him on the head.

"If I could ask you to please quit messing with my hair and/or head, I would much appreciate it." he muttered, shaking his head, and his hair proceeded to return to its old form.

He looked down at the vacuum, clicking the button.

It blew up right in his face, firing the bag he had made it with in his face, covered in black soot.

"*Cough*... *Cough*! Ugh... Last time I make anything with the sticks of a chimney sweeper..."

Now, it just had to be figured out how he turned sticks into a bag, and where on earth he even got those materials...

"That is it!" yelled the plasticly armoured child, running out of the room quickly.

A smashing of objects was heard, as he ran back into the room with the trunk with a newly made hand-held vacuum.

"Who here votes on sucking up the fairies?!"

"Oh, goody, you just happen to be sarcastic. Sorry if I happen to like to laugh once in a while, but to me, it seems as though one crisis after another happens nowadays, and right after having a building collapse on me because of freakin' NINJA, I am sort of pissed." 2.0 scoffed at the Lich, crossing his arms.

"So, since you seem to want to be the smart-[censored], why don't YOU tell ME where we are going, hm?"