Prodiguy

((Alrighty. My last stories sucked- Not because I suck, I don't think, but because, in fact, my brain sucked. Indeed, it seemed to be a black hole for creativity a while ago.

...Then again, I'm not promising it has changed- For all I know, this is going to turn out crappy too. <_<

Blah.))

John slammed his feet down into the carpet, then doubled over out of his chair and coughed loudly onto the floor. A few people glanced over, then shook their heads in annoyance. In fact, some even seemed to groan as he rose to his knees. "Guys, you have GOT to try it!" he said for the fifth time that day, "Come on!"

John Ballard wasn't the most mature of men- He had spent the last few hours spinning around in his office chair, as he did almost every other day. It was a waste of time, yes, but it was a FUN waste of time.

"John," a voice said from a nearby cubicle, "You're not paid to play around."

"In fact," John replied curtly, "I'm not paid at all. I haven't gotten a paycheck in the past three months."

"Oh, I WONDER why."

On the one-hundredth floor of the Paragon City Times, a man could get bored PRETTY easily. John was not immune to this- Having worked for the Times since his moving to Paragon, he had grown bored of sitting on floor one-hundred about 4 years ago.

The only thing that really made him happy was flying around the city, saving people. Even THAT was getting harder- Hell, most citizens he tried to help seemed to suddenly use powers on the enemy, and yell 'Hey! Quit KSing!' at him.

However, there was always the nagging feeling in the back of his head- Usually, it was if he was doing something good, but now, it was the opposite. Ever since a few weeks beforehand, John had been having strange dreams- A church, and the gargoyles coming to life and attacking him was a common part. Other than those factors, it changed every time.

Sometimes, it was the Church of England. Sometimes, the warehouse in Steel Canyon people seemed to use as a church sometimes, just down the street from the PCT. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget a single word that kept echoing in his head after waking up-

"Darkness."

It was a common word, that was for sure, but DEFINITELY not one he commonly associated with churches. Gargoyles, maybe, but not churches.

So, he decided to get to the bottom of the matter... Right after some Pop Tarts and O.J.

Experiment, who had been amazingly silent for the past... Well, however long really- He had been playing Tetris on his PDA, suddenly looked up at the cloaked figure.

"You bet your raspberry gumdrop buttons we're ready!"

((Gah! Stupid intrawebzz!!!))

Entity looked between the female, then the flier, then the new arrival, then Obsidian, then the air, sighing. "Obviously. I managed to get myself into the biggest mess in existance, and I don't even know who is what and what is where and..."

Looking at the man running again, he shook his head. "Go now, think about stupidity of situation later."

With that, Entity Restorer began after the man that had freed them, checking behind him to ensure that no enemies would strike from behind.

From the webbing surrounding his feet and legs, Entity Restorer fired small bolts of lightning at Brass, scowling. "Entity Restorer, hero of Paragon. I don't know these freaks and I don't know you, but if you're fighting them, we're most likely on the same side of the fence here."

The blue and white hero then gripped the webbing sending volts through it, freeing himself of their hold, and his jet boots activated. "Fliers? How fun. Where to?"

Entity Restorer was... Well, confused didn't really hit it. Where was he? Who were these people? And most of all- Why the hell did he get pulled into this situation when he was already stressed enough?

No matter, not time to think about that right now. He pulled both arms back, charging them with electricity, then pushing them forward and releasing it at the lead... Mushroom-Arachnos soldier? Rainbow Bright Spider?

A red and black portal, created from technologically advanced pieces of... Well, technology, hung in the air, floating as blasts of electricity and energy shot by, scarring the floors and walls of the hidden base.

Below it, quite a battle was going on- A man in a robotic suit, coursing with electricity, stood behind six grey and black robots, firing from a Nemesis Staff and Energy Rifle simultaneously, his Assault Bot firing rails at the hero on the other end of the room, the Battle Drones blasting randomly to keep him at bay, and Protector Bots placing shields on their allies.

Meanwhile, a hero in similar armour, if but for a few small changes and in blue and white, was dodging the attacks, using his own Nemesis Staff to keep the Drones from using their blade-arms on him, and firing bolts of electricity from a power-gauntlet on his arm.

He ducked behind an energy battery to catch his breath as the villain ordered his bots to halt fire. "So, Entity Restorer, do you feel like giving up yet?" he asked, a smirk obvious in his voice, "Or must I give my Assault Bot the order to fire missiles at your target of a suit?"

"No thanks, Soul Drainer," Entity replied, "I'm pretty fine with taking that portal away from you."

"Oh, you can try, but let's see how you appreciate THIS!"

Soul Drainer hefted the rifle in his arms upward, and hit a button on the side. A ball of light fired into the air, coming down, soon to hit Entity Restorer directly. He gasped, leaping into the air before the Photon Grenade hit, and into the portal.

Soul Drainer fired a bolt of energy, collapsing the thing instantly. Hefting the thing onto his shoulder, he began laughing evilly, before halting to simply say "Job done." and continue cackling.

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Obsidian Arrow and the Arachnos-wanna-bes wouldn't have to wait long for company- A black and red swirling portal appeared to the side of the one Obsidian entered through, throwing a blue and white armoured form to the ground beside him, groaning.

"...Ow..."

A. I may be able to add some of my newest creations, such as Risen Frost Angel or Entity Restorer to the mix...

Also, Burning, you are a very strange individual. Luckily, I looked it up- The likelyhood of attaining an infection from sharing without the correct protection is only about 67.35%!

If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't guess. You'll probably guess wrong. It's actually a little less innocent than it sounds!

Experiment, nodding to Static, then sighed at Cedric's axe-twizzling. "Oh come now, there is only one female in the vicinity, and you show off BEFORE she gets in? How absurd! you know the order- Girl, show-off, girl, show-off. When was that not explained in Pick-Up School?"

He rolled his eyes at his own joke, then turned back to Static Therapy. "Yeah, lot of stuff goin' on, having to hang out at home a lot... Or, y'know, going out and smacking a few Outcasts around to keep my guys safe, the usual."

"Well, isn't THAT a lovely thing to hear as an intro," a voice came from the Freedom Phalanx entrance as a certain blonde hero in shining red armour stepped in, "'Hi, I hit people with an axe, they bleed. Do you like axes? You say yes, I decapitate you, you say no, I dismember your legs, your arms, and THEN your head.'"

He chuckled... But then his grin left his face, and he sighed. "Sorry, that was... That was lame. I haven't really been 'into' it for a while now... Eh, where are my manners." He bowed deeply, grinning yet again. "Experiment 2.0, technological extraordinaire and Hero of the Day. Would anybody happen to know when I get to start beating up spider-people and saving cute hero chicks?"

As citizens walked down the streets of Paragon, some could have sworn that they felt more tired for a few seconds than usual. However, as the passed a group of shadow, or another person's shadow, they felt themselves again.

This caused a few heads to turn, a few people worrying, the usual. This moment of weakness passed through the city shadow to shadow, until it found a nice little bird's shadow. The bird fluttered across the ocean, stopping every once in a while, until it approached the Rogue Isles. It then took its true form.

The shadows bunched together, forming a dark cloud of energy. Two blue eyes floated in the cloud as it flew down the street toward a certain someone in red and black clothing, missing a few usually-needed things, mainly skin.

"J0, m4st4h." it said.

Blind Messenger's nerves rolled in his head as he turned. "What's going on, and try to keep it primarily in English."

"W3ll, s33, th3r3 1z d1s m4d |-|4X TF g0in' 0n, 4nd th3n th3r3 1z d4t omgwtfbbq 1337 c4rn1v4l, 4nd--"

The D4rk S3rv4nt froze in the air, eyes close to closed in happiness.

A ghoul appeared next to him, raising his hand and creating a mind link.

"The only thing that would be a threat, m'lord, would be the Task Force organizing." it said, eyes closed in concentration.

The skeletal necromancer leaned against the wall. "I'm in the Isles, why would it be a threat?"

"They are trying to rescue someone... A female hero... She had a very strong item in her possession, but was captured by Mistress Widow."

"Ah, my lovely, undead Patron. Continue."

"...It also seems that our smokey little friend saw some circus people."

As if on cue, D4rk S3rv4nt came unfrozen. "Y34h! Th3r3 w3r3 th3s3 f3m4le circus p30plez, 4nd th3y w3r3 like 'W3'll 34t y0ur SOOUUUUL!!!!' 4nd I w4z like 'N0 wai!' and th3y were like 'Y4 w4i!!!' and I w4z like 'O RLY?' 4nd th3y were like 'Y4 RLY!!!' 4nd I w4z like--"

The cloud dissipated. "First of all Ghoul, follow me to my next location. Second of all... Once we're there... Dissipate, find that idiot of a servant, and punch as many holes in him as possible."

"Kk-- I mean, Yes sir."

Experiment, being one of the first to get the call of the Task Force due to his base's knack for swiping things from incoming air-waves (including HBO), was also one of the first to leave his base, and get ready to fly from the PCT building. An arm grabbed his, causing him to turn and face his sister, Jenny.

"You can't come." he said matter-of-factly, as if he thought that would end the discussion.

If anyone knew his sister, they'd think him mad for thinking it.

"Why not?!" she yelled, causing a few heads to turn to the siblings... Although, nobody knew they were siblings, John Ballard in his Experiment 2.0 costume, and Jenny in her street-wear.

"Simple- You're not ready. This is a TASK FORCE to the ROGUE ISLES, Jen, not an escapade across the Atlas Platform. It'll be DANGEROUS." he muttered, pinpointing every argument against her coming. She huffed in return.

"Dangerous? You're supposed to be teaching me how to become a hero!" she hissed, clutching tighter (Which, in all honesty, did nothing, as the red armour surrounding 2.0's arm was kind of, y'know, strong?).

"And I will keep doing so after the TF, alright? Just stay here, make sure PDA doesn't blow up my base, and we'll talk later."

With that, Experiment's jet-boots activated, pushing him from the ground and upward, away from the Paragon City Times entrance and toward the tram.

"...Jerk."

I don't know what made me do it, probably 2.0's soul pushing me and bugging me, but none-the-less...

Experiment's MySpace =/

Much to Experiment's chagrin, it is still rather basic compared to my own, but still. The saddest thing is, if you compare dates, Experiment's and Blind's 'Spaces' came before the CoH main page, so that can't be my excuse...

Oh, right, I mentioned Blind huh? Yeah, he got pretty jealous, but then when I made his page, he got lazy, and decided to make it worse than E's anyway...

Blind's 'Space.' Egh. =X

Yeah, his sucks more than Experiment's.

E: Excuse me?

...Nevermind.

I'm not even gonna ask if anyone was possessed and forced to do this by the idea of their characters, since that's probably just my insanity working up, but nonetheless...

States- "My special sucks."

Sister Psyche- "Your Zues thing?"

States- "Yeah... It's underpowered."

SP- "You mean the thing that usually one-shots the villains?!"

States- "It's supposed to KILL them, not send them to the hospital!"

SP- "..."

If you can avoid it, don't go 'OMG I'm having an emo day, brb.' then not RP post for about two months... <__< Not that I did that or anything, but still.

Nah, I'm kidding. Might want to get used to me before I insult you or something...

Yeah, anyway, everyone else is pretty much spot-on with their posts, and therefore, I really have nothing to add but annoyance and perhaps a little humor. ^__^

The darkness surrounding his skeletal form was enough to give Blind a nice little 'jump-start.' His arms flailed up, his dark aura pulling his body up in return. He stood, brushing his clothing off and glancing around. Then, if he could have, he would have scowled.

He wasn't at full power, he knew that, the dampener still affected him... But he could sense something moving around. He couldn't see, mind you, but he could sense.

Clouds of negative energy swirled around his fists as he began backing up, away from the sense of being watched. "Alrighty then, I'm kind of scared. That's something new. Sometimes, I just let things happen, but if I can sense you, that's PROBABLY not a good idea right now..."

((Hey, peoplez!! Did'ya miss me? I know you did. ^___^))

((No, no, all the authors were KIDNAPPED, see, by the evil Ill. Litter Ate. He uses them to write his demands to the U.N. in precise details and big words so they become terrified of him...

...Uh, not that I would know or anything, not being Ill. Litter Ate.... <__&lt)

Experiment rolled his eyes. "Obnoxious? You couldn't have come up with something better? Annoying, Unfunny, Persistent, Idiotic, all very good names, no matter how untrue one may be, and you came up with OBNOXIOUS? Seriously?"

Oh no, I tried that once? Flock of birds seem to be ATTRACTED to those things... I still have welts...

Stupid birds...

((Pfft, no problems from me. Blind had no defenses at all, so... =P))

Experiment's grin widened, a small click emanating from his wrist. "You could try, buddy, but I'm used to guns, I am VERY acrobatic, and I could send you into a heart attack of your very short life time with one of my taser darts, a'right? So, be quiet for a minute.

"Also, even if the watchman DID shout, who says we'd be awake enough to react before she decided to attack? I dunno about you, but I can't flip around and throw things/shoot things at people when I wake up- It takes a minute to get the adrenaline rush."

Experiment scoffed, crossing his arms. "Right, because leaving her in duct tape when she might decide to go OMGWTFSTEROIDS on us and break it and rip us apart would be a WHOLE lot better than sending Miss Jekylla and Heidi to a power-suppressing cell."

At the idea of a watchman, he chuckled again. "Great idea- One thing though. If it took more than two people to take her down once, how does night-watchman-dude intend to stop her from impaling her spike-ness into other people? 'Oh no ma'am, please don't do that! Oh, wow, that's a lot of blood- But please don't!' Beg beg, whimper whimper?"

The Knights flew backward, tables and chairs covering them in destroyed furniture. One knight disappeared in a puff of darkness, leaving his twisted blade behind. The other stood, picking up the second blade, and smiling. Darkness covered his fists, climbing up the blades, and they started attaching to each other.

They shifted into what seemed to be a giant blade of darkness, similar to that of a certain Final Fantasy character's sword, and the knight dashed at the closest battle drone, slamming the thing downward with all the force his darkness-powered body could muster.

The energy surrounding the other bots, however, was slowly being cut down blast by blast, the tentacles retracting, gripping, and getting burned. Some pulled back, giving the bots some eye-room at the knight, but the things were persistent...

...Which gave the Dark Servant enough time to materialize behind Jake, tendrils slamming into the sides of the field. They weren't pushed off... Entirely. Well, they would have been, but they weren't exactly ATTACKING the thing... They were pushing and drilling INTO it.

"j0 nub, how g03z it?"

"Like him?" came from behind the Servant, Messenger materializing behind it. "I don't find his humor funny, but he can be useful sometimes... Oh, right--" A ghostly spectre emerged from the ground, grinning. It was the spitting image of the knight previously destroyed. "...He wanted to say hi again."

Black and green energies began pounding at Jake's field from range, attempting to wear it down even more.

((Sorry, I haven't been around for a while... *Eyes Emo-and-Blocky-Prodi.* but I am back until either gets free, as I posted in the Galaxy City thread.))

Blind, grumbling, moved his right hand in a 'come-get-some' manner at the guards, his bottom jaw trying to grin.

"Cawm gat suum you maffer fooshers." he chuckled.

Of course, he wouldn't be able to defend himself at all, but that didn't keep his sarcasm down any.

((Sorry, sorry, I haven't been around much... What with a mix of writer's block and a little depression, which have both been fixed... *Eyes Emo-Prodi and Blocky-Prodi evilly.* I shall return!

...Well, 'till one of them gets free. The Block one is getting a little loose....))

Experiment followed rather mindlessly, his wounds healing up as he blasted himself with a green device... And slipped it back into his utility belt quickly so nobody saw it. He REALLY didn't feel like letting them waste his device yet.

"Tell me again why we're not transporting her to the Zig? I mean, as far as I can tell, she's criminally insane, and that's a big no-no for healing and letting back out on the streets... Well, not so quickly that the Zig wouldn't do it, but y'know..."

((Gah, slow today too... Working on projects, getting ready to go out, trying to catch up... My head a'splode nao. *BOOMSHAKALAKABOOM!*))

*Ahem?*

Being everywhere in the RP forum is my job, thank you very much, as people well know by now...

...Doesn't mean I pay much attention to every detail, as I'm falling behind badly now, but nonetheless...

...

I didn't post earlier, 'cause I don't usually post in story threads.

Why I'm posting now? To voice my disappointment with people who decided to insult you so much as to make you stop writing Miss Mew.

It's a sad day when someone loses the will to write publicly due to people who have nothing better to do than make themselves look better by hurting others.

Shameful.