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Anyone know the jump sounds for all three models?

I'm thinking of replacing them all with the typical Mario "boing!".

Good God yes.

Seems like a semi RP thread. OOC terms given a few IC explanations.

Depends on the hero, really.

Either that, or the medicom system that vanishes the badguys away are REALLY good.

Devin said nothing, simply standing up fully and saluting, then heading off with his head held high, though with his usual occaisional stumble every now and then.
When he crawled into bed, he soon went right to sleep.

And tonight, for just once, he wasn't plagued by his constant nightmares.

Devin nodded vigorously. "I...I...I wan-n-n-n-na be a doctor...and...and help people. People...hurt...a lot. I want...t...t...to take away...their hurts. Make them...feel...all...ehehhahahehhehe...better. All...better."
He then extended his arms out to hold the doll over at her. "...if...if you...if you wouldn't mind...I'd feel...better if Veronica stayed...stayed...with you. The other girls...might...tease her for...being locked in with the boys. And...I don't want her...teased."

Devin shifted on the cushion as he made himself comfortable. Just for a few seconds...the screaming voices in his mind quieted down in this area. He sighed happily as he enjoyed the peace in his mind--even if just for a few moments, he was no longer tormented by the voices in his head.
"...aah. We've been...trying to sleep...mostly. Mostly. The...the zombie boy, though, has been...tormenting the hooded boy, though. He's...he's a...he's a bad boy. A very...very bad boy. He just...wants to...wants to hurt others. Can...can I...can I...can I punish him? HehahEHhahEHEHahahhahaaaa..." He shook his head to regain his grip on what little sanity he had left. "...and...and then...the fairy girl came in...and she...turned into a demon...and...started whispering to me to...kill people. That it...it...it was right. But but but but it isn't, is it, Miss Essex? Killing...killing...murdering slaughtering gore gore gore gore so hungry for BLOOD killing...killing is wrong, isn't it?"
He momentarily paused to regain his grip once again, shaking his head slowly as he clutched at his doll. "...as...as...as for why I was like that, I wanted...I wanted..." He slowly extended his arms out to her, holding out the limp rag doll. "...I just...wanted...Veronica to sleep with the girls, as...she...she...she...should. Instead of sleeping...in...the boys room...where she would get teased. I...refused to go...into my own bed...until...she...got her own, first."

Jarrod continued his sniffling until Essex's suppression field, in which case he quickly quieted down. He looked around at the room he had woken up, and quickly settled down sheepishly into his own bed, pulling up the covers up and over his form, entirely covering himself--despite all the thick leather he was wearing.
He quickly switched to another song to drowse himself to sleep, and to shut out all of the other noise.

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Devin quickly clutched at his doll next to him and stood up on the bed entirely, saluting up at Essex.
"Y...yes, miss Essex? Wh...wha...what can I d-d-do for you?"

Trolls are not males or females, Trolls are its.
Abuse of superadine removes any indication of gender, be it external or internal.

((Also, Ess, you-know-who will appear in the morning--since it's late at night, it's not good for somebody to appear now and disturb things further. :3))

Devin's clothing was hidden by the blankets he was wrapped around, but he stared at Magda with an expression that could only be described as pure, sheer horror. Not because she was a girl, but because of his hallucinations picturing her as a...creature.
A human with wings, specifically, with all of their flesh flayed off, leaving dripping muscles and organs falling through the unprotected bone--the face was a flaming skull, with the eyeballs still in it (though being burned and charred), and the tongue extended out at length through the mouth, dripping a vile, green poison.
The creature cackled maniacally as it swooped through the air, sweeping over to his bed and perching on the end.

Help us... A telepathic link opened up between Devin's mind and the creature. Help us...kill them all.
Devin shut his eyes and whimpered as he felt his mind being probed.
You have such knowledge on how to kill people! So many ways by which to murder them...
Scaphism, necklacing, breaking wheel, blood eagle, flaying, electric chair...Devin felt his mind raided as each method of execution he knew was brought to mind.
You know you want to re-enact them, don't you?

...y...yes...I do...I've killed before...I want to kill again...

It gives you so much power, doesn't it, having control over someone's life and death? It gives you...so much respect.

Please, stop tempting me...killing is wrong...killing is wrong...

But wrong is needed in this world--for something good to happen, something bad must happen first. It's a law of nature.

Killing is wrong...killing is wrong...killing is wrong...killing is wrong...

Stop chanting that to yourself, Devin. You know your base instincts want you to kill them all.

Killing is wrong...making them...bleed, making them scream, making them cry, making them squeal UNTIL THEY BEG FOR MERCY AND THEN TEARING OUT THEIR RIBS AND BREAKING THEIR SPINE FROM THE INSIDE is wrong is wrong is wrong is wrong is wrong is wrong...wrong...wrong wrong wrong wrong...

Devin. Listen to me, Devin...

Killing is wrong...killing...killing is wrong...
killing...
killing is...
killing is...

Killing is right, Devin. Indulge in it.

Killing is...right...

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GOD DAMN! BAD DREAM! WAKE UP!
GOD DAMN! BAD DREAM! WAKE UP!
GOD DAMN! BAD DREAM! WAKE UP!

When you hear the call, bury them all, destroy all...OR NOTHING!
When I hear the call, I will bury them all, I will destroy all...OR NOTHING!

GOD DAMN! BAD DREAM! WAKE UP!
GOD DAMN! BAD DREAM! WAKE UP!
GOD DAMN! BAD DREAM! WAKE UP!

Jarrod stirred slightly as he felt something...change over him. He wasn't quite sure WHAT changed, but he knew SOMETHING changed. As soon as he looked down at himself, staring and blinking at the bright pink that now adorned his form, he soon realized what it was.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! I'M A GIRL! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"

Whether or not his realization was right, however, was up to discussion.

((Wow, this post had so many italics in it it wasn't even funny))

Virelai stopped her sneezing as soon as Magda had touched her. She wrinkled her nose, confused, obviously having no experience with magic before. "...thank you?"
Firmly implanting her thumb back in her mouth, she jumped slightly as Rosie appeared next to her. She whirled around to face the newcomer next to her, then shrugged lamely at her question. "...I'm just allergic to feathers. And I hate being surrounded by them. Nothing special."

[WHOCK!]

The force thrown had been enough--Danica may have been strong, but Virelai was much, much stronger, and the spinkick was promptly turned the other way and Danica landed face-first on the bed.
That, of course, did nothing about the fluff now filling the room completely.

[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
"..."
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
"Aaaahh..."
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--[ACHOO!]--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

[ACHOO!]

The feathers had been tickling at a particular half-naiad's nose as they were flung back and forth across the room.
Virelai was jerked out of her sleep and back into the realm of the waking, a fact that did not at all amuse her. She gritted her teeth. She was having such a nice dream, too. She was back with her family, and she was on a trip to an amusement park with them, eating ice cream...being with her family. Just being with them--something that she desperately wanted, but had quickly learned wouldn't be happening again.
She grunted as she pushed the hat off of her face and stood up completely on the bed, picking up one of her pillows off the bed and then hurling it over at Danica with all the force she could muster.

Jarrod had clutched his boombox close to his body as Essex lead him on, already having cracked open the backside and fiddling inside with the electronics inside. Magic had an adverse effect on technology, and it was still shorted out--but with a little bit of tinkering later, the child managed to somehow even surpass the ancient archmage's magic, booting up the boombox again. He smiled as it glowed a soft, comforting blue color--it wouldn't just suffice as sleeping music, but it'd be a great Nite-Lite.
Jarrod crawled into bed, messing with the buttons and dials with one hand as he removed his hat with the other and put it on the table next to him. He was covered from head to two in multiple layers of thick leather--something that would NOT be good to sleep in, but also something that did not bother him in the least.
Where...was the...sleeping music?

Destroy all!
Destroy all...
OR NOTHING!

I dreamed I died, ended up at the gates of Heaven.
Greeted by a man, Saint someone, said "How’s the ride, son?"
"It’s been alright, at times a little rough, but why am I here?"
"You did all right, lived a little dark, and that’s all right.
'Cause we made the dark side, and the right side is to have no fear, no fear!"

My whole life flashed in front of me,
I saw everything that I was and what I had done,
Even let me look back on some good times for a little fun.
Yes, a little fun.
And then I heard "Damn, boy, you done good!
Did the every little thing that you could!"
And then I heard "Damn, boy, you done good!
Damn good!"

Jarrod smiled at the heavy guitar pounding into his eardrums, and then snuggled into the sheets and covers, refusing to pull a blanket over him--the leather he wore would be enough.

((Jarrod has interesting tastes in sleeping music. <_< ))

Jarrod looked up at her, reaching into his pockets and pulling out some earphones, plugging them in to his boombox. "I've been running for all day, miss...I'd love to be able to sleep. Are you sure...they wouldn't mind me just coming in? And I need music to sleep by, but I have earphones to make sure nobody else can hear it. Would that be all right?" He said quickly, as if eager to actually head to sleep.

Jarrod crawled out slowly and hoisted himself up onto the couch, putting the boombox next to him and taking the glass in both hands. He nudged his mask down with the rim of the glass and started sipping away at it--carefully angling the glass so that it covered his face.
The scan for injuries gave off none that hadn't been healed, but they also showed the reason he was trying to cover his face--the entire right side of his face and his right arm had been scorched deeply. Though they had healed, the burn scars still remained.

After finishing his sipping, he scooted the mask back up and lay the empty glass down carefully on the arm of the couch. "I'm not scared...I just don't want to bother you or anybody else in here. I know it's late, and it's...gotta be a hassle."

The boy stared up at both the lich and the android, glancing between each with his goggle-covered eyes. As soon as his boombox shorted out, he lifted it up into his arms, to bring it along with him as Essex let him into the house--he promptly ran over to the nearest couch and hid behind it, his steps thankfully silent.

"Knee deep in the [censored]..." He muttered quietly to himself, then stated, a little louder from behind the couch. "I'm sorry for being so late at night, sir and miss. I can just...hide if I'm bothering you. My lug...lug...lugga...stuff is what I'm carrying with me now. And my name is Jarrod Crosswell."

Virelai was one of the more notorious strawberry-eaters. Strawberries were her favorite food--and, naturally, she tried to consume the most. Though she had been fussed at about sharing, she still grudgingly held herself back from eating as many as possible.
She muttered as she rolled about in bed, thumb firmly implanted in her mouth. She could've had more...but she had to share. Oh well. At least it made Miss Essex happy.
Thought of more strawberries danced around in her mind as she lost the struggle to keep her eyes open--as they slid shut, she slid off into the land of dreams, her breath softening as she dozed.

She almost looked peaceful--the hat she insisted upon wearing to bed had slid over her face, covering her as she slept, the covers mimicking such with her body.

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Devin, however, was much less peaceful. He had quite literally refused to go down into the boy's bedroom, because of his "sister". He had had to be physically picked up and pushed down into the bed--and even then, he had to be tied up in blankets to resemble a cocoon so that he wouldn't get out.
And even THEN, he would try to roll out of bed, so walls had to be slid up on either side of the bed. He was very much like an oversized baby at the moment, a fact he was none-too-happy about.
He sighed as he continued to squirm, looking over at the eternally-smiling doll that he constantly mistook for his sister in his hallucinations.
"I'm...I'm sorry...I c-can't get you to where you...n-need...and n-n-now all the...boys are...gonna pick on you."

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I'm a monkey, you're a monkey
My inner child's held for ransom
He's tied and beaten in my trunk
Looking for banana stickers

Real bloody hateful
Real bloody hateful
Real bloody hateful
Real bloody hateful

Psy
cholo
gically
devoured
And we'll
hold him,
'till he
is ours

Real bloody hateful
Real bloody hateful
Real bloody hateful
Real bloody hateful

The guitar and thundering drums blared out just outside of the house, announcing the presence of yet another child--with the walls, only faint sounds could be heard inside the house, but outside, one could easily hear the miniature boombox (barely a quarter the size of the toddler next to it) turned up to maximum as said toddler sat in front of it.
He looked around at the house, perhaps a bit urgently--he didn't want to be outside any longer than he had to. He hoped this music would get the attention of whoever was inside. He lifted up his thick-leather-glove-covered hands to adjust the goggles in front of his eyes, and the red mask covering his mouth, and then straightened the red backwards baseball cap covering his blond hair.
"Please, someone...anyone. Let me in!"

The puppetmaster had taken time to lean against the building, gaining his breath--manipulating such technology had taken the wind out of him, he needed a bit of time to rest.
Arc Jump's arrival, however, spoiled that plan. He tilted his head at the arrival of the tombot, lifting up his hands to rest behind his head and generally trying his best to look casual and unconcerned. His quick mind had already observed and scanned her--reploid in design, a little like Essex. Probably a sister unit. Judging by the charge that was building around her, likely an electricity-manipulator. Only Defenders and Blasters could manipulate electricity like that--if it was a Defender, it was no problem. A Blaster, though...that would be a problem or three, especially considering how tired he was.
He still had an ace up his sleeve, though...just in case.

"Oh, hey, miss. What can I do for you?"

Kairaishi looked behind him as he ported.
...Damn, they were still following him? What were they hoping to accomplish?
He simply gritted his teeth and arched his path upwards, porting until he reached the edge of a skyscraper, staring down at the two hoping to pursue him. He lifted up his left gauntlet and started pushing some buttons underneath the cloth--likely memorized their position.

The kabuki, hilariously, were running back and forth at the bottom of the skyscraper at top speed, unable to get up.

BACH WAS [censored] METAL.

BACH WAS SO [censored] METAL.



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[swooooon] Baaaach... <3

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Essex: I'm partially metal! D:

*stands on tiptoes* <.< Ultralight steel frame and ESD-protective gold wirebonds on my circuitry, to be exact. D:

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Nathan Explosion: ...that is so not metal.

Toki Wartooth: Maybes if we weres to coats her in irons? That woulds be...ironics, no?

Nathan Explosion: ...no.

Virelai: I prefer drinking Duncan Hills Coffee while hunting. [lifts up a cup in a salute, then takes a sip] The most metal coffee around.

The two ningyo, clearly without any actions stopping them, gripped both the Damned and the woman and promptly leapt high into the air, out of sight and unable to be followed.
Kairaishi hmphed as he turned around to look at the sky where puppets escaped. His arms crossed, the kabuki and remaining ningyo gathering behind him, he simply said one more phrase.
"You seem surprised, Ozell. Is the fact that I run out of patience every now and then so very surprising?"

With only that, the entire crew lifted up their arms and promptly threw down smoke bombs to the ground, covering a teleportation away. Left on the ground was a pair of two cloth dolls, sewn together into a heart.
They were so interested in confronting the puppetmaster, they had neglected the danger the couple were in, and thus had lost them.

But Kairaishi's teleportation wasn't limitless--a sharp-eyed hero could see him teleporting away, without his ningyo, but with the Kabuki hopping from rooftop to rooftop to keep up. Trying to escape--it was possible he was heading to find other captives.
Or perhaps head somewhere else...

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38: You send a teamate to explore the mysterious flaming vents in the hollows

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Okay, there's evil, and then there's EVIL.