TeChameleon

((... sailboat race?

Apparently, Noble Intent isn't a fan of concentrated, extreme violence as a form of problem-solving. Don't know why... it's always worked rather well for Horowitz

Then again, he's quite good at concentrated, extreme violence >.>

As an aside, if anyone is actually having trouble with the Jager accent (which is considerable fun to write), I'll provide an OOC translation at the bottom of my posts))

((wait... someone else from the GG dimension, Devious? Horowitz is going to stick to this guy like a limpet if he finds out; he's been trying to get home for a long time now. Although... he recognizes Horowitz as a construct, but not a Jager (which are monsters of the 'here, drink this' variety, not the dead-bits-and-lightning sort)..?))

Horowitz was tearing through the troops like a rolling explosion. Despite his apparent random madness, there was a certain method to his fighting; squad leaders (and anybody yelling orders) were always dropped first. His grin was wide (and occasionally bloody). Here, he was in his element. All he needed now was a Heterodyne in the lead and his pack around him to feel entirely complete.

Then the others started to arrive, joining in the fray, and Horowitz started to laugh. "Hrun, booky-boyz, hrun!" he roared. "Doom haz come for hyu!" He reached a gatehouse of sorts, tore the iron door off its hinges, and started inside, slaughtering his way merrily down the stairs.

((let me know if I've gone overboard for what you've planned, Yosef. An unleashed Jager is... erm, rather dangeous))
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"Well, you can be our test subject Mr. Jager. Go, and smash as many things as you can in as little time possible, then come back and tell us how it went".

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Bladewing walked towards skjebene and glanced back at Horowitz.

"Come on Jaeger, lets see where we get to play."

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Horowitz was already gone. At Jack's comment, he lunged through the portal with a roar of "VE HUNT!"

Popping out in front of Alharzed's citadel, he swarmed up the walls like a spider, power gloves biting chunks out of the wall as he simply dug his fingers into the stone. The Jager fought like the unholy spawn of a crazed Bengal tiger and a superball, ricocheting between 'booky-boyz', clawing, biting, hurling them off the wall, or simply ripping them in half. Nearly three dozen of Alharzed's standard guard troopers lay dead or dying in as many seconds after Horowitz' appearance, and the way to the main gate was, at least for the moment, open.

((... yeah. Yosef, if it's alright with you, that'll be the catalyst to get things going, since Horowitz would immediately assume that that was permission. Like I said, he's not THAT dumb... but he ain't that bright, either. Especially when it comes to "accidentally" misinterpreting things to get a fight started sooner >.&gt)

((You should finish reading those comics, Doodaa- it's a good read. And if you want to know why trying to do anything to a Jager mentally is funny, well... Horowitz isn't quite that dumb, but still...))

'Horrible imagery' washed off Jager Horowitz' mind like water off a duck's back. Aside from the fact that the quasi-immortal monster had seen and done far worse riding with the infamous Heterodynes, trying to attack a Jager mentally was like poking the back end of a Brachiosaur with a stick. You might get somewhere eventually, but it would take a good while, and a whole lot of power. And probably a larger stick.

If Horowitz noticed the mental shrieking, he gave no sign. "Vot to do? Vy not chust keel everyting betveen us und de book? Den ve haff time to play vit eet, und smash vot needs smashink." The Jager beamed, confident that he had solved the problem.

The Jager simply stood quietly as everyone argued. Battles with words really didn't interest him that much. "Hy iz forced to agree vit de crabby voman." he commented when the yelling abated a bit. "If de big boss haz de fancy magic book dot evervun iz so excited about, it iz... unlikely... dot taking avay his monies vill do moch."

Then he grinned again. "Az to finding him? Dot iz not a problem. I iz Jagerkin; de hunt iz in my blood. Hyu cannot hide from de Jagermonsteren." Turning his head aside to Bladewing, Jager Horowitz muttered (what he thought was) under his breath "Vun schtupid idiot vit de magic book iz as bad as de next. Ven ve find it..." he held up one of his power gloves, flexing the razor-sharp claws. "Ve iz going to be playink a leedle game uff paper-shredder."

((sorry, everyone- I'm out of town for a couple of days, and almost guaranteed to be too busy to post- I'll catch up as best I can once I'm back))

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"So ready for some all out carnage?"

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The Jager just stared at Bladewing for a moment. Then he roared with laughter. "HAH! A fonny choke indeed. For a moment, I thought dot hyu couldn't be de Bladeving I knew... after all, dere's no call to be asking de Jagerkin questions like dot von." Then he shrugged, and clapped Bladewing on the shoulder again. "Und ruling de vorld takes all de fon out uff life- dey vants you to do all de schmot-guy schtoff, und never lets you have any fights. Pfft. Vat's de point?" He paused, then grinned as his gaze wandered over to where Nate and Jake were brooding at the crowd.

"Hyu know, I think I'z going to tweak de tail uff de cute leedle newbies. Maybe den I ken get a bit uff a fight vitout wrecking dis place- und hyu knowz dot dot's vot vould happen if hyu und me tried to varm up here." With a little wave to Bladewing, Horowitz moved off.

Popping up behind Nate and Jake- the Jager moved amazingly stealthily for three hundred-some-odd pounds of genetweaked monster- he draped companionable arms over their shoulders. "So, leedle vuns. Hyu thinks hyu is ready to tek on de big, bad booky-boyz?" he asked with a grinful of three-inch fangs. This, up close, was probably more than a little disconcerting. "Dey say dey are de product uff madness und magic, vicked dreams valking de day to steal avay all who haff displeased de mad king." The predatory grin widened. "It hass been a vhile since I had a really goot fight. Maybe a few hondred booky-boyz ken giff me a vorthy brawl."

Horowitz nearly went over the edge as someone pounded him on the back, and spun to his feet, ready to smack them one. Then, a huge, delighted grin spread across the Jager's face, and he returned the backslap with a friendly blow to the shoulder that would have launched most people halfway to the floating islands. "Bladeving!" he roared. "I should haff known dot de booky-boyz couldn't get hyu."

"So... vot haff hyu been up to? Me, I haff been vorking for Dr. Aeon. It iz... homelike. And de doctor keepz on promising he'll find a vay to gets me home." The Jagermonster paused, then shrugged. "Uff course, de machinez, dey alvays explode, but den, dey say dot any experiment dot leaves a crater iz a success!" he finished with a grin.

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"Don't you dare compare the Necronomicon to those two-bit magicians." A young boy said with a clearly irked voice, quite literally spitting the last word. "It's power is great and beyond measure, and you have the gall to reduce it to the level of some pyrokinetic thugs?"

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Horowitz grinned toothily at the sharply-dressed boy. "Awww, izn't hyu chust adorable?" he said... it was hard to tell whether or not the total absence of any detectable mockery in his voice made the comment better, or much worse. "Hyu vants de fancy book..." the grin, impossibly, widened, and the Jager hopped into the portal. "Hyu can joinz all de odders fightink over it." his voice lingered behind him, a trace of laughter in it.

Emerging on the floating platform that made up the main Ouroboros base, the Jager glanced around without much interest. No pretty girls were in evidence, and there didn't seem to be much of anyone interested in a friendly brawl, so he simply shrugged, sat, and dangled his heavy military boots over the edge. If Horowitz had been more given to reflection, he might have wondered why Alharzed, if his book was so powerful, would have left alone so obvious a threat to his continued reign.

((Horowitz isn't a lizard- he's just green))

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"Very well." Kamarov turned to face the green-skinned brute. "Your name is?"

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Horowitz drew himself up to his full, considerable height, and announced "I iz de Jager Horowitz, uff de Kestle Heterodyne. Und who might hyu be?"

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"Do not underestimate the Necronomicon, that book has enough power to reduce the world to ashes if used improperly. What this Abdul has done is only a fraction of its abilities."

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"Pfft... dere's plenty uff things dot can reduce de vorld to ashes- even those schtupid Hellion-boyz haff tried. Hwon more thing, even de big thinky-type book, iz no big deal."[/color] he said with a shrug.

((I'm guessing that being named after the Archangel (and protector of God's chosen) Michael is a little too obvious? At first I really wasn't sure which character to use here- Energon X would have gone all-out against Achwhatever, gotten killed, and probably taken out a sizeable chunk of the subcontinent in the process; Target Lad would have quickly become a victim of his own inexperience, and my latest character, the Tempus Fugitive, wouldn't fit for obvious reasons... a time-travelling Warshade? Can you say 'quick fix'? Theeeen I remembered a certain cartoonishly-indestructible, fight-loving brute with green skin, pointy ears, pointier teeth, and a pseudo-German accent so thick you could probably cut it into bricks and build things with it. So, with apologies to Phil and Kaja Foglio...))

A tall, green-skinned brute lounged indolently on a piece of rubble near the front of the group of villains. He was wearing gear of a roughly military cut, although some of it was rather shredded, and a pair of clawed power gauntlets. All this was rather overshadowed, however, by... the hat. Perched over his pointy ears, a hat so magnificent that it looked like the end result of a Prussian military haberdasher's fever dreams... after someone had attempted to treat the fever with hallucinogens.

He grinned at his nominal bosses, revealing a mouthful jagged fangs so generous that even Mako looked under-endowed in the dental department. "So... vhen ve gettink started vit all dis, then?" Jager Horowitz demanded. "Ve knows dot dere's de big bad guy mit his magic book und all his toy scholdiers; pfft. So vhat? I iz Jagerkin." he declared, rapping himself on the head. "Thinky-type schtoff dun do a whole lot to me, and de scholdiers..." the toothy grin widened. "So... vhich uff hyu schmot guys haz de plan for gettink us in to haff some fun?"

((precog, remember? The wildness diminishes significantly when you can see exactly where it's gonna end up ))

((... defenses? Did I miss something? Because all I've had him do is lunge backwards to try and blunt War's momentum, then try to zap the guy... and that's some hellacious insulation... flexible enough to make up gloves and boots, but enough to stop a near-lightning strike))

There was the stink of burning rubber as the incredible heat from Danny's panicked thunderclap of electricity partially melted the insulation- if War wasn't careful, he'd find his gloves had fused into one solid, molten mass, making swordplay somewhat awkward.

The little archer, meanwhile, had been tossed aside when War barely even noticed the boy's grip on his blade, slamming into the wall with stunning force and sliding down just in time to miss getting his head carved off. Sparks flew as he half-scrambled, half-flew to one side, straining to get clear of the human threshing machine chasing him down.

Finally, he lunged, trusting that his little bit of electromagnetic armouring would turn aside any blades that got too close during his predictable flight. At the apex of his flight, he flipped around and started pelting War with arrows- explosive, stunner, blazing, and just plain old (impervium-headed) arrow-arrows.

((War has some rather impressive reflexes...))

Danny had lunged backwards at the same time War had bloodported, reducing the relative (to Target Lad) velocity of his blades. In the same motion, he brought up his free hand, roaring with electricity.

Fear, distraction, and most of all, the constant pounding of the resonator all combined to make his control slip, and the little archer grabbed at the flat of the blades with enough electric current primed that if it connected, War might as well have been hit by a lightning bolt.

((wasn't the firealarm sabotage in a different part of the ship, though? From what I know of alarm systems, especially at sea, killing it in one area won't do diddly to stop it in another))

((edited post slightly, although the main points don't change... any chance you could actually let us know what your gases are supposed to do? I don't feel like having to google nerve agents every time this comes up >.O))

It's hard to surprise a jumpy precog. War's yell and charge were anticipated by a good five seconds, and three of the oncoming arrows he was waving his blades about to try and stop were proximity-fused explosive arrowheads, each rigged with backup impact triggers. All told, it would probably be something of a nasty shock for the bladeswinger. The same motion fired several arrows towards the gunman down the hall, mostly as supressing fire.

The wash of gas around Danny had little effect, thanks to the still-active breakfree keeping his head clear, and a faint crackle around him told of potent electrical energies adding what they could to keeping him vertical. He could feel it burning as he breathed, but for the moment, the risk of getting diced outweighed that of being poisoned, so he just tried to stay as far above the clouds as he could and breathe as little as possible until things settled down a little.

With all the heavy gases being flung about, the heavy circulation fans along the hallway began to work, trying to clear the air... and, of course, the fire alarm went off again.

((Okay... I don't think I can be bothered to spend the next four months waiting for two hours of RP time to pass >.O))

The doorway went off its hinges in a gout of fire and smoke, spewing knockout gas in all directions as a very angry young archer stood silhouetted in the doorway, glowing arrow nocked and drawn. The faint purple glow of the stimulant-magic-time manipulation cocktail most of the supercommunity called a 'breakfree' surrounded him, automatically going off when his metabolic rate slowed past the acceptable level.

"NAE THAT EASY, YE [censored]!" a young voice roared, and the hallway from which Acid (and presumably Henteko, since the little archer had no real way to know where he was) had just retreated from was filled with a storm of arrows, multiple fistfuls ricocheting about while a series of straight shots sleeted through, scything the corridor clean.

Behind him, a purple glow from where he'd tossed a breakfree onto Alyssa showed that it was probably working.

((my, and I thought this RP was dragging before. I suppose that's one way to get us to slow down and wait for the others >.&gt)

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Another idea might be to see an alternate world where Nemesis actually won and perhaps he's attempting to invade our world. It would be a blast to actually have to assist our Nemesis against the other, more powerful Nemesis, since I assume Nemesis is a bit of an egoist and wouldn't dare allow himself to be subjugated by anyone... even himself. Can you imagine a ticking brass clockwork version of Atlas Park? Maybe a similar brass style tower/castle replacing Grandville? (Funny thing is, in imagining the two, I keep hearing little children singing "It's a small world after all..." in the back of my head) Anyway, those are my thoughts.

But yeah, add my votes for Dark Astoria and anything involving the Shadow Shard.

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... you know, I could swear I remember running across a Nemesis-run dimenstion, although I'm not sure it was Steampunkified (it's been a while since I did the Portal Corp. missions)... even a mission chain that involved several Nemesi duking it out. Anybody else have anything more concrete on that?

Danny's eyes flickered around rapidly. Some combination of accelerated physiology, training, and raw stubborness was keeping him on his feet, despite being significantly smaller and lighter than Alyssa. Then he smoothly brought up his bow and fired, the arrow neatly bissecting the piece of equipment he was fairly sure was a prison-cell power dampener; the little archer had seen enough of them for one reason or another to have a pretty good idea of what they looked like.

Then he held one of his Talsorian Arrows out towards Acid mutely, succumbing to the gas with a sigh. I' th'great git ha' any sense 't'all, he'll be cuttin' our way outta here right quick. was his last, fading thought as he sprawled full (albeit still rather short) length on the floor.

Brass Monday was Nemesis' first 'large-scale' act of supervillainy; you can find some details on it here, although the plot (this being Nemesis) was a bit more involved than the stub article suggests.

Also, talnar- Miss Liberty and Ms. Liberty are two separate people- that's why there's two secret identities for her (Miss Liberty is Ms. Liberty's mom).

Hmm... y'know, one bit of backstory I wouldn't mind seeing expanded on- the Freakshow, despite being a very popular villain group... we really don't know a whole lot about them. Where'd they come from? How'd they get their cybernetics?

Danny was 'standing' on the ceiling, using his flight powers to maintain contact with the deckhead. He shrugged upside-down. "And I dinnae ha' a tail or fling poop, but tha' doesna' keep th'likes o' you fro' callin' me monkey-boy. Seems t'be pretty standard f'r alien encounters, f'r some daft reason." he said mildly, his slightly bantering tone robbing the statement of most offense.

"So, where's th'magic button?" he questioned, trying to drag the conversation back on topic so that they (or at least he) could get out of there.

Danny stared after the retreating Malta. "I dinnae care that much why th'lot o'sods ran off; but 'm a'for gettin' what we came for 'n'rabbiting. T'is never a good idea t'stick around when baddies ha' seen where y'are."

Having said his piece, he shouldered the door open and glided through- the 'click' of unlocking had reverbrated and rattled around so long in his currently slightly-unhinged-from-time consciousness that it had been kind of hard to miss. Hovering up near the ceiling, he scanned the room rapidly, looking for anything that might be the call button... whilst keeping a wary eye on Henteko.

Unfortunately, the radio panels and satellite connections and radar relays and whatever else was just an impenetrable jumble of wires and knobs and buttons to the boy. "Oi! Y'great lizard git, ge'in here; time's-a-wastin'." he called, worried impatience tinging his voice."