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John Ballard continued talking idiotically, mentioning things about how they don't have any nice stuff, just these old cameras, and one of which got jammed because of faulty wiring, when he heard something in his ear.

"I see him again, John. Should I hit him?"

It was Jenny.

"Uh... Sorry boss, and girly, but I gots'ta go to the can..." John quickly said to the two, in his fake mix between a californian and New York-styled accent.

He quickly stood, and walked into the back of the room. He stepped into the toilet, coughing.

"I hate talking like that." John whispered to himself in his usual british accent. "Ok, Jenny, who is the guy?"

"I never said I knew him," came the woman's reply, "Just that I had him again. So, should I hit him?"

"No, we don't need them knowing we have the thing."

"Aw, come on, I haven't even got to use it once yet!"

"Exactly. It only has one charge. If you use it, we lose the charge."

"Fine fine, whatever. Look, I am worried that you might get hurt. Remember, that girl might have killed the Doorman. Just, be careful, ok?"

"Don't worry about it, Jenny." John said, shutting off the link. He then decided to get back into character.

He coughed, and started wheezing, as he walked out of the bathroom, back into the main room, his tie and shirt tussled, and his cuff links undone. He sat in his chair again.

"Phew... Don't go in there... Left a nice little present for anyone who walks in.... Hehe..."

'IhatedoingthisIhatedoingthisIhatedoingthis...' ran through John's mind, as he continued his act.

John sat down in a wheelie chair next to the moniters, and tried to look incompitent.

"Well... Uh... Maybe... Y'know... I dunno, maybe you should be askin' the guys outside with their fancy gizmos and stuff..."

He looked over at Kevin, and nodded, before looking at the moniters dumbly. "Uh... I mean... We could... y'know... ask some people if they saw somethin'..."

He then turned to Alex, raising an eyebrow, as Kevin left the room. "So, girly, didja see anythin'?"
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Jenny kept an eye on Ryan, making sure not to lose him. She put her hand in her pocket, looking nonchalant to anyone who looked.

However, she grasped the handle of her weapon.

She walked past a man who seemed to be drunk off his head, dancing with a random woman in the same state. She then turned back to see Ryan had disappeared.

"Damn... Where did that guy go...?"

Kevin then stepped away from the wall, his Thermal Contacts in place. He continued looking for the stealthed one, looking around corners, then back, acting as if he was looking for his girlfriend when passersby asked him about it.

He walked up the steps, to the second landing, and started patrolling up there, prepared for a hand-to-hand occurence, if it should happen. He just felt uneasy, for some reason.

(Note: When I say things not in quotes, it is not always what the character thinks. Unless it is their own thoughts, or them talking, I may say the name of the character, or actually identify them correctly.)

OOC: Oh, wow, I really need to pay attention more. I could have sworn you were walking somewhere else...

John turned toward the door, hearing someone on the other side. It definately sounded like the U.N. Official... Was he alone? John couldn't tell.

He got up, and walked to the door. He opened it quickly, allowing the man and-

John froze. It was the girl he had caught on camera for an instant, and she was now here. And she had seen his face.

John quickly hit a switch, closing the door slightly, while the wall flipped around, hiding hi-tech weapons and gear, and now simply showing some security moniters.

This is what he always did when someone other than the boss came into the room.

"Sir, come in." John said quickly, ushering Donald inside. He closed the door after the official and the girl, trying not to draw the woman's attention, or let her get a good look at his face. He didn't feel like losing his advantage just yet...

Kevin came in the door, white faced. "S... Sir... John... Dead body... By pillar... Next to door..." Then, he got a look at the woman, and suddenly stood up, clearing his throat. "I... Mean... Sir, what is the plan?"

John smacked his face with his hand. He did not need this right now...

(OK, I am so confused as to what is going on...)

John quickly pushed past the official, quickly gaining an outline of the area. He ran in, and tackled quickly. He had trained before to be able to keep a foe at bay, but this was different. Now he was doing this to save a life.

As he tackled, he caught the glint of a shining object, most likely some sort of dagger, or knife, and decided against the tackle because of the stabby-stabby reflex most likely to happen. Instead, he decided to perform a roundhouse kick, mainly to the woman's upper body, to keep her down for a second, and gave the antidote to the official. "Drink that in around 4 seconds, otherwise it will be useless."

John hit the communicator to the control room.

"Time to put this plan into action."

Kevin and Jenny both said "affirmative", and ran to the door, grabbing the one-use power sappers. The holstered them, and walked out calmly, as Kevin observed the area with his Thermal Contacts, and Jenny simply looked with her keen eye.

Jenny was the first to notice someone, namely the guy who called himself her uncle.

She walked away from Kevin, around, through the crowd, toward the bar.

John Ballard paced in the control room, Kevin and Jenny inside with him. Jenny and Kevin looked at two different screens, one was a screen of someones vital signs, and another was of the complex, with a mini-globe minimized in the right hand corner.

"They alone?" inquired Ballard, still pacing.

"Yes." replied Jenny, watching the complex map. It showed a blue dot, indicating the official.

"Is the tracer ready?"

"It's been ready, John." came Kevin's reply, as he watched the vital signs. He saw a new liquid enter, and knew almost instantly what it was. "Sir, the official is drinking something."

"Yes, I know." Ballard replied, not even looking at the screen.

This caused Kevin to eye him with suspicion. "How did you know?"

This made the leader turn to him with an icy gaze. "It was so obvious how they would kill him. The moment they stepped in, disguised, attempting to hide, they would obviously not go into a full-on gore fest." He continued pacing, while explaining. "They would not kill him in front of everyone, if they had a choice. Poison was the best way."

Jenny now turned back. "If you knew that, why didn't you make sure none got in?"

"Because I had no idea where, when, or how they would get the stuff in."

John walked toward the concealed door, knowing he had a certain advantage.

He had not been seen yet.

He had been behind the scenes almost the whole time, and had taken precautions to not be seen.

Which was needed for the next part. He made sure the poison antidote was in his breast pocket, and grabbed the door handle. "If he is not cured in time, or this is the wrong antidote, prepare the guns and the tracer." called John, walking out the door, and closing it quickly, acting as if he had just left the bathroom. He walked to the room that had been shown as where the official was at that moment, and knocked on the door.

"Sir? Sir, I was wondering about this file you sent down to the guys, I was wondering if I could ask you to see it? It is rather important."

While Jenny was informing the official, John was watching the tracker. It was moving across the floor, away from the official, while the girl still stood there.

"Kevin," John spoke into the mic., "I thought you said you did it?"

"I hit her with the tracker, if that is what you mean."

"...Obviously... The one you let sneak in... We haven't seen them all night."

He alerted Kevin as to the whereabouts of the tracker now, and ordered him to follow. It did not take long to see where the man carrying the tracker was.

He checked his watch, which showed the position about three steps left of him, and he saw the man wearing the Tuxedo.

"Got him." whispered Kevin, making sure to identify his facial features, so if he lost him, Kevin could find him again.

He stayed a few feet away, pretending to do random things. Talked with ladies, discussed things with men, and observed something non-existant on the roof.

"Hm. Whadya know, Kev is actually following orders."

After Jenny was finished explaining to the official, she got a communication. "There is someone in there besides you and that woman." John informed her.

"I know, some wierd guy who kept calling himself my uncle."

"Uh... There is ANOTHER wierd guy apart from you and that woman."

"Oh." Jenny looked around, and saw Kevin's head peaking out, looking at Void. "I see him."

"Keep an eye on the girl, and watch out for your other friend, and don't let her take the official out of that room."

Jenny started getting annoyed. Not only did this guy look nothing like her uncle, he had completely the wrong name. So, she decided to do what she felt was right.

She pulled out a taser from a small compartment in her shoe. "Keep away from me, you freak, before I start hurting you." She then walked up to the official, giving the man a warning look, before opening her mouth to tell the official about the 'Message'.

Jenny was in the motion of walking toward the official when the man stopped her. She looked at him with a confused look when he mentioned knowing her.

"Uh... I... Don't think I know you." Jenny thought quickly, pointing to a door behind the official. "Sorry, but my boyfriend is waiting, and I don't want to... 'Disappoint', if you know what I mean." Jenny giggled, walking toward the door...

John didn't like the look of this. The same woman he had been asking telling his allies to watch was now close to the U.N. Official, and it would not be a good thing to leave her there, and it didn't look like she was going to leave...

So, he decided to do the opposite.

"Jenny," John remarked over the Comm., "Get to the official, and tell him you have a message for him. He should know about this control room, so ask him to come here. Do it quickly, I don't like how their conversation might end."

John switched the frequencies to Kevin. This time, he was actually going to do something worthwhile.

"Kevin, come in."

"I am right here." Kevin replied, making a small signal to the camera, almost unnoticable if not looking exactly for that wave.

"Ok, I need you to stick a tracker on the girl." ordered John.

"Uh... How exactly am I supposed to do that, dude?"

John Ballard hated being called 'dude'.

"Look, I have an idea. I don't care how much of a mess you have to make, just get the damn tracker on her."

It took John a second, but he soon recovered from his mistake. "I mean a mess of the situation, not an actual mess."

"Oh, right, gotcha."

*Sigh*. "Listen... Here is what you could do..."

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Kevin danced with a girl in a lime green dress, all the way across the room. She was dancing because she wanted to dance. He was dancing for cover.

He lead the way, making his way to the girl.

He pretended to slip on his shoe, and fell at the woman's feet, grabbing her shoe to 'Keep steady'.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" Kevin apologized, dusting off his shirt. "I really am sorry, they have some very odd buffers for these shoes, you can so easily trip on these things."

He nodded in apology, going back to his dance partner, going into the crowd. He pretended to cough, putting his fist to his mouth. On the way down, he hit a button in his breast pocket, as the transmitter on the bottom of the shoe sent out a signal to the computer in the control room, and to the van outside.

"Now, I just hope you put it somewhere she won't find it." John said over the Comm. "Now it is up to Jenny."

(( That was my bad. I have been role-playing in many different sites, and at least two of those have senators. ))

Now John was worried.

The camera screen in his lower right corner, the one he had used to monitor the Coat-man and the girl had been frozen in place. And it didn't look jammed in place either. However, with the angle, he did manage to get a slight view of the floor itself, and he saw the woman, alone, walking onto the main floor.

"Ok, Kev, keep your eye on the girl, we-" John started, but heard Kevin on the other end saying something which really started to annoy him.

"Come on, just a small kiss, it won't hurt! Promise!"

Kevin was flirting with girls at the bar again.

John could not pull him away, it would look suspicious, so he decided on something else.

He turned the dial to Jenny's frequency. "Ok, we have a possible threat on the main floor. Walked in the door about a minute ago, see her?"

Jenny looked for a second, seeing the face of the woman she had seen at the door. "Yeah, I see her." she muttered quietly, dancing with a guy she had been asked by.

"You ok?" he asked her, frowning.

"Oh, yeah, just a, *ahem*, bit of a soar throat, is all..."

"Ok, make sure you keep an eye on her," informed John, "Don't let her out of your sight."

"Sorry, but I really gotta go," explained Jenny to the dancer, "I... Uh... Have an appointment..."

Jenny quickly started walking toward the woman, before John's voice came back over the earphone. "And one more thing, smack Kev over the head, would you?"

Jenny smiled, before going over to the bar, where, sure enough, Kevin was flirting with some brunette, and she smacked him over the head. "Come on, hon, we have to go."

"But..." Kevin stuttered, surprised.

" NOW, Kevin."

Kevin sighed, shrugged to the girl, and stood up, following Jenny.

"Why the heck did you do that?"

"Because John told me to."

Kevin then realized he had left his microphone on, and smacked his head.

"Now, I am going to be keeping an eye on that wierd one that came through the door, you take the one who got Jim." said Jenny, officially, taking off again.

John, however, was paying attention to the camera in vicinity of the U.N. Official. He could have sworn he saw the woman walking toward the area, but decided to forget it. She couldn't be THAT big of a threat...

[Edit: Woah... My bad... I think I have been too mixed up with too many RP's on too many sites... Yikes...]

Kevin walked along the hall, looking at the walls, seeing heat signatures of people sitting in rooms, watching T.V., for some reason, and the such.

Right before he got to the bathroom, he saw a woman enter below. He shrugged it off, walking along. He looked back, and noticed the woman, and the man at the door both gone.

"Lucky guy." Kevin muttered, walking past the bathroom, where he would have seen a fading heat signature of his ally, and continued on along the walkway.

Meanwhile, John had finished searching through the guest list, recording them on his Profile Finder. He looked at all the registered guests, and continued watching the screen. He switched it to camera mode, seeing a woman walk in the door.

Ok, nothing bad there. He swivelled the camera to Kevin, who had also looked. Kevin looked away, and the camera swiveled back to the woman. Just then, she pushed the helpful man taking off her coat behind a pillar. He caught a glimpse of the man from behind, seeing him turn slightly pale, before the camera swiveled of it's own accord.

"Well damn." John muttered, pulling out the comm. link. "Kevin, we may have a problem. Keep your eye on the woman who just came through the door."

A reply came back, with a faint sense of fear... "John... You might want to come and see this..." Kevin stuttered slighty. "I am sending you a picture..."

John looked at the pictures on the screen. They showed one of his guards in the bathroom with a fading heat. "We have more problems than before, apparently..."

"Kevin," John could be heard over the comm. device, "Make sure you're ready for anything, got that? We have, at the least, two possible threats to security inside."

Kevin made an affirmative grunt, and walked down the steps, pretending to tie his shoe laces on the bottom floor, looking around. He saw Jenny Karsy, one of their operatives who was trained in interrogation and subduing of an enemy, saw the door where John Ballard, their pseudo-leader kept watch on the premisis, with advanced knowledge in their technologies, and in the mirror, his own dashing self, Kevin Morook, who was a master of hand-to-hand combat.

He stood, walking once again, to the bar, looking for the woman who had stepped in earlier.

John took his hand away from his ear, having pretended to be scratching behind it, but actually pushing his earpiece closer to his ear.

They had been infiltrated. From the roof.

He had to hold back shouting at Kevin, but he was annoyed. Kev had gone against direct orders, and had left his post.

"Ok, Kevin, because you messed up so bad, you are going to find out who or what just got inside the building. Take the Thermal Eye Contacts, and make sure to be prepared." informed the annoyed Spec. Ops. soldier.

"Fine," replied Kevin, putting the contacts in, pretending to itch around his eyes. "So, what style should I use?"

"Preferably one to disable the infiltrator. Perhaps some Kung Fu or something." John snorted. "I am going to figure out some way to turn invisible criminals visible."

With that, John stood, taking the hand of a woman in an aqua-marine dress, and both started dancing toward a door on the far side. John let go of his dance partner, both bowing to each other. The woman took off into the crowd, watching the balconies. John quickly punched in a code on the door, opening it, and slipping inside in almost a second.

Meanwhile, Kevin started walking up the stairs. His vision was showing many people, all looked familiar to the guests. "Ok, guys, do you happen to have the location of the enemy?" He inquired, coughing a little to mask his words.

John saw another one of his allies sit at the bar next to him.

"Kevin, you are supposed to be guarding the top floor." John whispered to the man now ordering a drink.

"Relax, Mr. Ballard, I have the sensors on the windows like you asked. There is no way up there but from the stairs, which are guarded by Jim, and the windows, which have sensors. Come on, it isn't like anyone is going to walk through the roof or something." Replied the young agent, sipping his drink...

Then, John felt himself get up. He almost thought that just because Kevin had said "No one will walk through the roof", someone had to have gone through the roof.

Then, he thought of the possibilites. In his work, he had encountered a grand total of 2 villains which could phase through things. One was a personal villain, another was one he simply knocked out after phasing.

However, he just KNEW that something bad was about to happen... He just didn't know what.

A man in a tuxedo walked up to the bar slouching over, his face covered by his hair. He looked up and down the bar, then started speaking quietly.

"Ok, I am in position, what about you guys?"

"Me and Jim are watching the main doors. But come on, what sort of criminal would walk through the main doors?" Came a reply on the end of the small unit in the Tuxedo-wearing man's ear. "Besides, John, whether or not someone did get here, they would most likely be stopped by the guys outside."

"Maybe..." replied John, looking back up and down the bar. "But I feel like something is wrong."

"You always feel that way, don't be so paranoid."

"Well, normally I wouldn't, but according to our liason with the guys outside, they have an absess on their radar."

"Probably just a glitch, or some kinda hero."

"Maybe..." mused John, "But what hero needs a cloak in around here?"

Sound interesting... Sure, I will help out.

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1. Do you Role Play more than 90% of the time you spend playing COH?

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Hm... Probably not...

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2. About how many hours per week do you play COH?

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Uh... Normally, about 55... Now that I am stuck in this chair for the next day or so? About 75.

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3. About how many hours per week to you spend Role Playing in COH?

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...Hm... Maybe about 35?

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4. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you think your primary toon is a reflection of yourself? (1 = your toon is not at all like you 10 = your toon is a lot like you)

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Hm... Experiment 2.0: 9
Blind Messenger: 5.

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5. Why do you like to Role Play? (Or why is Role Playing more fun than “just playing” COH?)

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Probably because it immerses me more in the game. Not sure, really.

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6. Do you play any other MMORPGs? If so, do you Role Play when you play them?

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Used to. Yes.

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7. To what degree does your Super/Villain Group (if you belong to one) encourage/discourage Role Playing?

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I never RP around them, so I have no idea.

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8. If you are part of a Role playing Super/Villain Group, would your group have a problem with a non-RP-ing observer (tag-along) for an hour or so?

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Hm. I shouldn't think so. You know, since the group never really RP's...

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9. Can I follow-up with you with more (brief) questions either in-game or via a forum PM?

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Of course. No problems there.

Wow... I remember this...

Well, I have a new character, and better grammar, so let's get started...

Name: Blind Messenger

Archetype: Mastermind

Powersets: Necro/Dark.

Inspiration: My own stories, strangely enough.

Rest of the stuff:

Well, while I was writing a story for Experiment 2.0, I had him fight Experiment 3.0, and his two other, yet unidentified Arch-nemeses, but then I had to have him a "Head honcho" kind of character, and since 3.0 is made from the Darkness that 2.0 uses to protect himself, I needed someone who controlled Darkness and death to bring him back as the ultimate weapon. (To die again, obviously.)

So, I start thinking of concepts. I know it may seem wierd, but I always explore the origins of my characters before writing them in. I don't like thinking up their personalities or origins on the fly. So, I thought about WHY he would have dark powers and the power to bring back from the death..

Well, Necromancers use both, so he would be a Necromancer for sure, with dark powers.

Then, I realized CoV had both. I went in, and started thinking of the origins while making a costume...

For some reason, chains over the eyes struck me, and Dark connected with covered eyes called for "Blind" in me.

So, I finished the costume, and went to the I.D. page. How did he become blind? I decided to mix that with how he got his powers. And, how he became evil. So, he is in a lab, hero comes in, fighting a villain, hero knocks over substance, hits guy, turns him blind, he comes back to life, with dark powers, and crazy.

Ok, so we have his origin, how he became Blind, and how he got his powers...

Now, I had to think here... He brings back my hero's greatest enemy, who always tries to kill him... It seems to send a message that he doesn't like 2.0...

Messenger. He is a messenger.

Blind Messenger was born. And written about, all at once. So, that is how I created my Necro/Dark Mastermind named Blind Messenger.

Experiment, looking up, started pacing faster. "Think think think think think think..." The giant thing got closer. "Thinkthinkthinkthinkthink..." Closer... "THINKTHINKTHI-" Experiment stopped, realizing something. The guns had hurt the other one, and his was still in his pocket.

With a look of minor annoyance, he pulled it out, took aim quickly, and started firing at the head of the creature, and then, if he missed, started firing at the torso.

(( OOC: Oh, this isn't MYSELF thinking this. Experiment 2.0, as a character, always preferred thinking that something was controlled by technology before magic. He is more the 'Everything has a logical explanation' kind of guy. Hence, you will see that he assumes everything is controlled by electronics when he first encounters something unless it breathes, or fires spells. And even that is a long shot. ))

Experiment studied the large, metal killing machines. There had to be some way to disable them without destroying them. He looked around for any power sources, seeing none in plain sight. "Damn," he mumbled. "I need some sort of EMP device..."

Then, Experiment remembered something Blind had done to him at one point. The 'Spell of Disablement'. It had disabled Experiment 2.0's technology for a while, which meant it may disable this one.

"Hey, Blind!" 2.0 called, "Could you use that-"

Experiment then saw Blind Messenger, unconscious, slouched in a corner. Apparently, that Void spell had tired him out entirely.

"Well, damn." Was all Experiment said, turning back to the metal monstrosities.

"Hm... If we can somehow entirely freeze them... Maybe not freeze... Rust would work..." Experiment kept looking around. "However, we are either going to need a can of insta-rust, or a hell of a lot of water...."

Experiment looked up at the large weapons they wielded, and had a sudden thought. "Well, if there is no way to stop them, then maybe I can make them kill each other... But I want to try and stop them first." Experiment decided, stomping his foot down.

"...Weapon.... Rust.... Slow.... Freeze...." Experiment kept muttering words to himself which seemed important, then snapped his fingers. "Hm. If we can freeze their weapons somehow, then that fire guy can melt the weapons, ridding them of weapons, and pouring water all over them, perhaps causing enough rust to slow them down."

Experiment started scratching his head. "Hm... But what thing could we use to freeze their weapons? I know we have the Circle of Thorns mage, but I doubt he uses ice, Blind Messenger is out of it, fire boy can't melt unfrozen things yet, the guy playing a game of musical thugs can't freeze things, period...." Experiment started bashing himself in the head with his palm. "Think, 2.0, think! There must be something in this place that can freeze things..."

Experiment continued looking around, the gears in his head straining to come up with something. "Damn... Can't think of anything... Maybe...? ...No... Perhaps? ...No, where would I get the monkey? No..."

Experiment started pacing, as he usually did when stuck, however, in small rounds near a pillar he was hiding behind. "Freeze. Melt. Rust. Slow. Disable."

Then, he turned to everyone else. "Ok, people, someone give me an idea of something we can cover the weapon in to freeze it. Hurry. I really need some sort of example before I go insane."

(Edit: Damn, that was all me thinking of a plan on the spot.)

Then, Experiment saw part of one of the statues explode. He winced. "DAMNIT!" he shouted.

I need to get something useful from those statues, no matter what it takes. Experiment thought to himself, standing back for now, as a spine expanded from his arm, almost invisibly. He made sure he was prepared for any other shots that may destroy part of the statues, and prepared to shoot his grapple hook of a spine into the statue.

He decided that they must be controlled by something. Most likely, the Obelisk, but if not, he needed to find out what was. He was going to do whatever it took to find out what made these things work. And take it.

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((Ok, I may have made a wee little mistake by missing this post. Villians in Paragon City DON'T have powers.))

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(( I know. As I mentioned earlier, 3.0 is full mutation. Only 2.0 is part. ))

Not long after 3.0's entry, Clockwork Oscillators started flying out of the cabin, in a long line to the Hydra. They avoided some incoming acid, and hit each tentacle with two each.

Most of the tentacles stayed up, though very badly damage. Two of them though, fell. They went below the water, seemingly disappearing.

However, Experiments 2.0 and 3.0 had not expected the other tentacles to stay up.

The Prince was meant to run at the Head of the Hydra, and explode, making it easier for the other heroes and villain groups to take down the creature.

Now the Prince would not even come close.

"Hey, 2.0," said Experiment 3.0, "I will go into the fight, and help out. You stick around here and wait until the coast is clear to send in the Prince."

2.0 nodded in agreement, making the final tweaks to the Prince, as his other half flew out the door, into the fray.

(( I believe there are two, metal creatures, and still about 5 small ones. ))

Experiment was astounded. He looked on at the giant, metal... Well, things was the best way to describe them. He wondered how they worked, wether by technology, magic, or some other reason.

But then realized that he did not care.

What he really cared about was making sure that there was some way to destroy them...

But, mainly, he just wanted to disable them.

If he could disable them, maybe he could find something useful that worked that could help him in either future events, or for some other reason.

Whatever it was, he needed to investigate these things.

But, for now, he would just run behind cover, firing spines at small, stone versions of them.

Blind Messenger, out in the shadows, as always, smiled.

This was exactly what he wanted. He said the last few words to the spell, and the Lich glowed black for a second.

Then, it pulled the four stone creatures around him into a black void, ripping them apart as they fell. As quickly as it appeared, it had left.

The Lich, falling through the void, would take ages to recreate now, since Blind had to pull it from the Void, so that was that power gone for a while.

But then he realized that he felt tremendously weak.

"...Did... Did that spell do this?" was all he managed, as he dropped to his knees in exhaustion.