(OOC: sorry, I've been kinda zonked out lately and have seemed to have forgotten about this... We're kinda overdue for an explosion right now.)
Elisa watched Mystic screw around with the zombies, but she casually glanced at the zombie horde. She was looking for a leuitenant, an officer of power. As the atage goes, "A solder cant fight nearly as well when his brain is plastered on the wall behind him..." (yeah something like that).
She spotted him at the back of the group, as he was pushing the zombies to attack, and at the same time bringing reinforcements. Elisa Hovered a bit and sized the man up.
Elisa didn't know much about the banished pantheon. In fact this would be her first encounter with them. But, from her experience in Paragon, the Terrans that lead the gangs were often much tougher than their grunt counterparts. So, she hovered away from where Mystic was keeping the Zombies occuepied and two things happened at the same time. First, a small drone popped out of her armor and painted the Leutenant with a targeting laser. Second, Elisa brought her gun up to her shoulder and began to sight down it.
Mystic noticed that there was indeed a party waiting for them. There were zombies out in all direction, over the blasted land, the roads paved with skulls and dotted with dark spires that rose into the wavery blue sky. He could see necromantic mages standing amid the hoards, spread out so that their influence covered as many of the zombies as possible. He could see skeletal creatures, glowing with necromantic energy as they stirred cauldrons that were churning out spirits from the bones of the dead. In the distance, he could see what appeared to be an undead army martching toward the Two Six. Complete with siege equipment and banners, the tiny building wouldn't last long against such force.
The mage had to move, the spirits were closing in again. Fire shot past him from the ground as he got too close to one of the liches. He swerved about, and tried to find a place to stay out of the line while the spirits chased him down. He hovered next to a spire near the Two six, occassionally setting zombies on fire from the air.
That's when he saw it. The bind was on a nearby spire. He flew straight at it, gathering some twenty five spirits as he went. They tore at him, slashing through his cape and clothing, stinging his flesh and chilling his blood. He touched the catalyst to the bind and watched the magic begin to release itself. "Newton, now is good for me!"
Mystic drew forth all his power and began laying into the closest spirits, fire pouring out of him like water from a wellspring.
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"Newton, now is good for me!"
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Mystics voice crackled across the radio. Newton stretched out his singularity, and found Mystics flaming form.
The contact was tenuous, and Mystic slipped through his first grab.
Were leaving this reality, Newton called out into the radio. If youre not in the building, get your butts in here NOW!
He reached out again, and Mystics signature eluded him again.
Cmon, cmon, Newton growled. He turned off all other gravity affects and focused in on the flaming mage one last time. Newton stood stock still on the stairs as the battle raged around him. Finally, with a sharp grabbing motion, he yanked the Mystic Inferno through the portal. Gotchya! he grinned as the robed man floated near him.
There was a loud crack, and the zombies attacking the 2-6 all of a sudden started to act all funky. Some milled aimlessly while others tried to get into the building. Elisa dumped a smoke gernade in front of the building and slipped past the zombies. "I'm in, about to lay down some heavy fire on the front. By the way, they'll be confused for a bit, I just took out one of their leaders. I wouldn't expect this to be a permenant thing though." She looked at the smoky front door. "Okay, lets say hello..."
the rest was drowned out by the sound of gunfire as she started to unload clip after clip of ammunition into the zombies climbing into the building.
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Were leaving this reality, Newton called out into the radio. If youre not in the building, get your butts in here NOW!
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Coolant tried to remember this was serious, and he tried to grasp the fact that anyone left behind would be as good as dead. He failed on both accounts Hear that guys? Last train out of here all aboard!
Laughing at his silly joke, Coolant grabbed all the zombies he could and began squeezing them together with a bear hug that would have crushed most bears. Once he felt satisfied with the size of his corpse collection, he began to hurl them one at a time through open windows and doors ignoring their blows against his body and even ignoring the spirit that he felt being absorbed through his leg.
Once he was done, he turned to Sting with a straight face and pointed his thumb towards the front door to indicate the zombies, No tickets.
He then spent the next few seconds trying to stop laughing.
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Once he was done, he turned to Sting with a straight face and pointed his thumb towards the front door to indicate the zombies, No tickets.
He then spent the next few seconds trying to stop laughing.
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Sting tried to stifle a laugh but couldnt. Heh, Damn freeloading zombies!
He felt reality waver for a bit as the building seemed to start moving. Whoa! Looks like we are on our way.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
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Brian heard Newton's words and responded with a dash. The green emerald around his neck gleamed in the darkness and he felt his legs strengthen and tense up. he reached the back of the crowd of zombies and took a deep bend that resulted in a long swan dive. The jump floated him with ease over the zombies. His eyes flamed over again and something in him erupted. He clapped his hands and an explosion of smoke massed over the zombies. The shock of the power caused him to lland on his shoulder when he rolled and pain shot all the way down his right arm.
"Ahhh God... shoulder... let's go," he said as he struggled to stand back up without his hands.
Newton sat heavily at the top step. He glanced up at Mystic Inferno. Nice job, boss. We survived hell, literally and figuratively. At least I didnt have to dress in drag and dance the hula. That was a relief.
So, what next? The land of the dead was nice for a warm-up, How about next we try taking out the dirty so-and-so who hired them to send us to that place. Newton reached into his sweatshirt and pulled out a Starburst roll. He popped one in his mouth and sighed. And lets see if we can keep everyone here. Im finding that Sarge and the ladies really grew on me fast.
He stood up, turned to Mystic, and saluted. Permission to go and collapse in my bedroom. Without waiting for permission, Newton wandered toward his room and shut the door.
((occ: Newton will be eating and sleeping quietly in his room until I get back on-line on Thursday. Have a good several days))
Taking off the helmet, and setting it on the window sill. He runs a hand over the sweat soaked short wavy hair. "Wow, you guys know how to run a try out." Abrahms lets a snort of laughter ruin the straight delivery.
"I am happy I had this battle armor. I would have lost another uniform, in that mess. You know torn up and all gooey from zombie muck. Not to mention a lot more cuts scrape and bruises."
"So did I pass this little try out." Looking towards Cool. "I am a volunteer that was sent here when all I asked for was a cot and 3 squares. I have my 30 year pension to live off of. So I can also help with some things. At least until my next spec assignment comes in. Guess that should be said as close to up front as it can be now.'
He turns to face Mystic. "I had planned to explain this over dinner tonight. But you run things fast around here. I am actually kind of on loan between spec jobs for the military." He shrugs an apology just in the motion.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Elisa shook her head as she ticked off the empty clips, "I almost got into reserves there..." Abrhams had just gotten finished with his explination of why he was here, when Elisa yelled over her shoulder, "Hey, Mystic, you and Ion need to either to run that thing down to M.A.G.I. and let them figure it out, or do it yourself. We need to start to properly fortify this area. An anti-magic whatcha-ma-call-it shield will be a good start." She looked back at Abrahms, "You said you had some sort of Terran military training? Good, your gonna be helping with me as we get this place suited up for combat." she started to fold her gun emplacement up, "this is ridiculous... Getting phased into some zombie dimension and then put under siege... Terran Ninjas comming out of the sewers..." her tail started to flick back and forth angryly.
Sting was tired, beat up, but generally happy that they had made it through the zombie attack. Now this cat woman was starting in like Ion had the day before.
Listen up, EVERYONE! Sting shouted as he walked into the middle of the room. The next self-righteous [censored] that decides they can waltz into this place and tell us how wrong we are is gonna get F#$%&ing killed! Sting emphasized the point by deploying his spines, and continued to pace back and forth as he ranted.
Weve had a few days to try to get this place even looking livable! We put a damned front door on the place and you walk in and blow it off that same day! He pointed at Elisa.
So anyone else that wants to step up and tell us how weak and stupid we are had better do it now, before my poison glands get a chance to recharge. Because I am sick and tired of people telling me that.
He paused for a moment, letting his comments sink in.
If you have constructive suggestions, why dont you present them to the boss, He pointed at Mystic, and Im sure he will take them under advisement. Hes a bright guy and a lot less volatile that I am. Heck, Ill build a f&$%#ing suggestion box outside his door and you can put your crap in there. And Im putting a sign out front that says; Dont bring your condescending attitude in here! Im sure one of you yahoos can correct my spelling and punctuation.
Sting walked back over to the steps and sighed as he sat down. We just freaking fought off an army of zombies, youd think theyd give it a break. He murmured to himself.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
"Easy Spike, your correct. But I beleieve this lady was venting in her own way. We are all a bit tired and battered. I know Icould sure use a beer about now." His stance changed as he spoke. Obvious to any hand to hand combatant, that he was ready to defend. His posture did not change, but his aura for those who can read them, did. "I have no beef with anyone here. I was willing to die back there so no one else would. So is all that ok, or are we going to dance. Personally I'd rather grab you a beer, how a bout it?" A half smile curls the right side of his mouth.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Please try to calm yourself, my friend, Coolant said as he turned to Sting with a weak smile. No point in escaping hell if we don't celebrate the...
Coolant stopped in the middle of his thought as he felt his legs give out on him. His ice armor had already disappeared into the air, and the temperature around him normalized. Without a battle to divert his energy to, his body began to purge the foreign substance that was keeping him moving. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't aware enough to realize this until it was too late.
As the pain hit him, Coolant fell to the ground and nearly screamed in agony. Slowly getting to his feet, he spoke once more. Excuse me, gentlemen.
As he slowly and methodically walked back to his chamber, Coolant turned on his voice suppressor so that no one would hear his scream.
"Wo hay now, cool. You alright?" Abrahms tries to help Coolant along gicing him a shoulder to steady himself with, at the very least. "Come on let me help if i can, Dam your heavy."
Even we mighty can fall.
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Elisa shook her head furiously, "Damn Terrans. What we just went through wasn't some minor attack. The whole 2-6 just got ripped out of one place and sent to another... You'd think they were at some Spring Day Celebration ceremony." She picked up the Boxed up turret and slung her rifle over her shoulder, and glared menecingly at the group, "I'm going shopping. If anybody wants to join me I'm leaving in an hour."
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His stance changed as he spoke. Obvious to any hand to hand combatant, that he was ready to defend.
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Sting noticed Abrahms at the ready, even though he was trying to seem relaxed. But Sting was too tired to try to go a couple rounds at the moment.
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As the pain hit him, Coolant fell to the ground and nearly screamed in agony. Slowly getting to his feet, he spoke once more. Excuse me, gentlemen.
As he slowly and methodically walked back to his chamber, Coolant turned on his voice suppressor so that no one would hear his scream.
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He leapt to his feet as Coolant went down, but saw Abrahms there to help already. Seeing how Coolant suffered Sting had a bit of a twinge of guilt maybe just being a bug-man wasnt all that bad.
((OOC: I will be going out of town starting Friday (22-Apr) and returning Wednesday (28-Apr). I will try to park Sting during that time, but feel free to move him around and have him act like a jerk as you see fit.))
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
The workers showed up for their next day of work, to find the building entirely gone. Well, not entirely gone, but only a vague shadow of it remained. The Two Six is in the shadow of a taller building in the morning anyway, but the crew noticed this morning it wasnt just IN a shadow, it WAS a shadow.
Later in the day, odd lights could be seen from inside the shadow of a building. The foreman said, If it isnt a real building by nine thoitey, wez takin da rest of da day off. WIT pay!
And as the morning wound on, and the shadows became shorter, the light reached down and touched the upper corner of the building, causing it to glow with the light of the sun. This light spread slowly down the building, as the sun washed away the darkness of shadow, until the building was entirely restored. Well, not entirely. There was still a missing door, broken windows and now fresh zombies. Um, zombies, I suppose freshness isnt an option when dealing with the undead.
A groan of unhappiness washed over the workers as they put their coffee and donuts down and picked up hammers and lumber and began shambling toward the building with about as much enthusiasm as the participants in the last assault on the Two Six.
Mystic and the others finished flaming down or otherwise destroying the last of the hangers on, until Mystic found himself confronted by the foreman.
Wez dont do windows or zombies. And wez especially dont do zombies IN windows!. He made his position clear.
Well take care of the zombies, please notify those who do take care of window replacement that well be requiring their services. Mystic brushed the dust off of his sleeves as he addressed the cigar toting foreman.
Abrams shrugged an apology as he explained he was only on loan. Thats fine, feel free to help out as much as you like.
Elisa made a suggestion regarding the stone, Mystic surmised. Thank you, but frankly I wouldnt trust her to hold onto the wheel of destruction. Ill hold onto it here.
He paused in front of Kegen as he went floating by. Theres a terrible amount of mess here, Miss. Im afraid I will not be able to offer you anything except our hospitality for what youve done already. Feel free to contact us directly should you ever need assistance, and think of the Two Six as your safe haven whenever you require. Well, as safe as it can be. And we shall be working to make it far, far safer in the future.
Mystics voice rose as his altitude did, until he was booming out over the crowd. We have to send word in person of what happened and that were still here. It would also be splendid if someone would find Mr. Rome and return him to his cell, if that hasnt been done already. Brian and Newton would be excellent candidates for travel. Sting, when Coolant recovers, or if Abrams is game, I think we could use a patrol of the immediate area to make sure that everyone knows were still here. See if you cant tear Eliza away from shopping long enough to join you, as well as making sure she gets everything she requires. Brian, when you get back from reporting in to the local PD, I need to speak with you. And yes, Ion, I will speak with you directly upstairs in my office. So someone wake up Newton, please.
Mystic counted heads to see if hed forgotten anyone, then turned with Ion to head to his office. Once inside, the first order of business was to put the book away before any other curious individuals manhandle it and change their lives forever. Then he sat down to hear Ions concerns regarding staying with the Two Six.
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Well take care of the zombies, please notify those who do take care of window replacement that well be requiring their services. Mystic brushed the dust off of his sleeves as he addressed the cigar toting foreman.
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"Excuse me Mystic if it is in the budget I'd suggest 1/4 inch Lexan. It is bullet proff to small calliber and it isn't really to much. I have soem funs if need be. Remeber I worked for the government, I know how stingy they can be."
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Sting, when Coolant recovers, or if Abrams is game, I think we could use a patrol of the immediate area to make sure that everyone knows were still here.
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"Be happy to Boss. Soon as I get some of this Zombie gunge off the armor." With that he turns up the stairs and disapears into the dorm area.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Pounding on the door. Newton groaned and sat up. Someone yelled at him through the door. Time to get up. Newton didnt recognize the voice. He really didnt care, either.
He stumbled out of bed, grabbed a towel and his shower caddy and wandered to the showers.
A few minutes later, he wandered downstairs, holding a Mountain Dew in one hand and a donut in the other. He walked over to Mystic Infernos office. Ion was in with him, so Newton sat heavily in a chair in the lobby and waited for Mystic to be free.
Abrams was cleaning the armor he had worn in the fight, and workmen scurried about upgrading and improving everything. Newton wondered if Kegen or Elisa were still going to be around. He hoped so; they sure did add to the beauty factor and public trust of the Two-Six.
Thimping of heavy feet coming down the stairs, announces Abrahms return. Now dressed in his BDU's a shine on the tanker boots. "Hello Newton, great job out there by the way. Your control on gravity well is excellent." He say with a small but genuine seeming smile. " Take care, I am heading on patrol if anyone asks. Let the good citizens of the Row no we have not vanished in the netherlands,.." shaking his head "yet".
Stepping into the gaping doorway. There is a slight hesitation as he prepares and then springs in to the air. "Damm, I bet that save on the gas bill" Observation of a worker. Shading his eyes watching, the old soldier disapear over the building across the street.
Even we mighty can fall.
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The low thrum of an engine pushed its way above the hammering of the workers. A dinged up van was kicking up dust on the road as it headed towards the 2-6.
Elisa walked out onto the road in a black jumpsuit that made her long purple hair stand out even more. Her tail flicked back and forth in what a few people thought was a contented manner. She waved at the van, which pulled up to her.
A thin old man dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt hopped out of the van and gave Elisa a toothy smile that was missing a few teeth. "I got your call Elisa, heard you wanted to go shopping. I know the perfect place to start too." The man looked around, "What happened here? Looks like you went through a warzone." Elisa shrugged, "Yeah somebody layed down some bad Mojo on the building I was in. We returned in kind, but had to retreat." The man spat on the ground, "Pah, you gave them hell I bet. I dont know many people who go up against the Feline Fury." Elisa gave the man a calm look, "Max, I don't know where you picked up that nickname for me, but I don't think it particularly sticks." The man let out a braying laugh, "Ah... Elisa you should learn to take a compliment. By the way, anybody else going to join us on this venture?"
Several hours after he sealed himself in, Coolant System emerged from his chamber once again wearing the smaller armor from before. In truth, he hadn't been sealed in as he had destroyed his own locking mechanism to get in earlier. When he saw Abrahms and Elisa leaving, he decided to spend some time cleaning up the area and working on his chamber.
Although the large hero worked with considerably less strength than usual, he seemed quicker and more agile and he had nearly repaired or replaced all the components of his door within an hour. With that done, he went in search of some of the other inhabitants of the Two-six to find out what there next move was.
((OOC: Been real busy lately, but should be able to start posting regularly very soon.))
Newton looked up at the armored figure coming out of his room. Heya, Cool. Thought I heard you tinkering around in there. Newton sat behind the desk with a veritable buffet before him. Im waiting for word from Mystic. He and Ion have been locked up in his office in conference. Abrahms is patrolling, Elisa is shopping, Sting is resting, Im not sure where Kegan and Brian went, and Im monitoring phones and eating. He looked questioningly at the big man. Do you eat?
A squad car pulls up to the 2 6. An officer from the front opens the back door for the passenger. A dark haired young man climbs out. He can look directly in to the front desk. The officer and the young man, pass words. A rude gesture or two and the car speed away.
The man who climbed out of the back stood a good 6' 6" had a suitcase. He is dressed in a Skin tight Black 3/4 shirt with a large stylized scale of justice across the chest. Black leather fingerless gloves cover his hands. Black cargo pants, with knee high black &red cammy Doc Martins. A red web belt, which matched the red headband, holding the hair back out of his eyes. The most outstanding thing however, was the mask. That would mark this fellow very well at home in the Row. A skull mask through and through, except it was jet black.
He looks the crumpled papers in his hand, the building, back to the papers and sighs. A worker at the door, see him. "Hey guys that is that Rough Justice guy. You know the Deaths Head, turned good. Kind of anyways, you have to a heard about him."
"Yaw Sal we know a kid from your neighborhood. A mutant gang banger turned vigilante. We heard the story."
"Hello R.J." Sal stammers as the man steps inside.
"Yeah, what ya want? You know where I can find this Mystic Inferno. I was told to hand him these papers." As he is speaking his eyes move over the people before him, landing on Newton. "Hello I'm Rough Justice, Judge Jacobs thinks I fit in here."
Even we mighty can fall.
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Sting continued slowly whittling away at the seemingly endless stream of zombies as they performed a fighting retreat inside the 2-6. The sound of the automated minigun hammering away was comforting as he watched it rip chunks off of zombies left and right.
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You guys look like crap,
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"Yeah, can you believe these guys messed up my hair-do?" Sting joked.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
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