Sean surged to his feet in one motin going into a bone popping stretch. "Yah I have a better idea, we ask Zot. By the way Sting, ah Newton you can meet later, Elisa, and mind guy Amadan. This is Zot,this is the Two Six. She is closest thing I know to an expert on clocks." Rough Justice looked towards the blue armored form.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Mystic found himself surrounded by asbestos covered girders, arranged like a cage with an arm in it. The arm came forward and secured itself around his waist. Mystic looked left and right, finding several other cages, but only one with someone in it. Abrahms was struggling against a mechanical arm of his own.
I guess youre pretty confused as to how these simple machines found and subdued you. The voice sounded like a megaphone was amplifying it through the cavern from somewhere below. The large, circular opening in the cave roof allowed the sunlight to come in and light the huge cavern enough to see scaffolds and catwalks and machinery below, ringing the eight cages. The voice, Mystic guessed, was coming from one of the human looking guys in the white lab coats down below. He suspected it was the one with the thick glasses and the greasy hair. Well it wasnt them. Theyre just helping me. You see, Im going to be the greatest villain in the world once Recluse-
That was all Mystic needed to hear. They were both going to die if he didnt do something fast. He fired off a stream of flame into the arm holding Abrahms. The fire wrapped around the girder and whipped and cracked for a second before dying out. So Mystic tried again. This time he opened up his two focusing spells and unleashed all the power of the book that he had absorbed into one powerful shot directly on the joint. It was amazing to watch the girder go through the red hot stage and directly into white, while Abrahms tore it from its aperture and freed himself from its grasp.
Within seconds Abrahms was free, leaping out of his cage and onto the side of Mystics. A red glow brightened the inside of the mages prison as Abrahms quickly pounded his way inside, then smashed the arm holding the blue robed spellcaster.
Heart racing, Mystic incanted his variation of the flight spell that allowed Abrahms to benefit from the power as well, and they flew out over the clocks and scientists, all the while listening to the little man on the bullhorn shout no, wait, you cant, what are you doing, the plan was perfect! NOOOO!
We dont have time for this, we need to get back to the rest of the Two Six. Mystic called out, heading for the opening in the roof of the cave. As oscillators approached, he melted them or Abrahms knocked them into spare parts as they made their way clear of the cave.
Once they were clear, Mystic looked to Abrahms, how long were we in there? Then he turned on his communicator and called for Newton.
Abrahms tried to get his bearing, hovering was new to him he moved in bounds not flight but it was a new sensation a good one no wonder Halo always had so much fun. "Mystic my comms were fried how bout yours?"
Mystic looked blankly at Abrahms. "I'm afraid we'll have to walk home."
Newton walked back into the garage, a bundle of robot parts floating behind him. I think I got all the pieces. The bad news is that they did get into the force field system. Im no electronics expert, but does the word junk mean anything to anyone. Im sure Ion could fix it, and maybe Coolant, but
He shook his head. Were back to where we were three days ago, Sting.
He was introduced to Zot and got her and Halos hero IDs. I hope someone has a plan, he said, looking over at the other heroes.
Hello Zot great to have you along. Now dont mess with me if you think RJ is a little rough around the edges, Im worse, so dont %#$& with me and well do fine.
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Newton walked back into the garage, a bundle of robot parts floating behind him. I think I got all the pieces. The bad news is that they did get into the force field system. Im no electronics expert, but does the word junk mean anything to anyone. Im sure Ion could fix it, and maybe Coolant, but
He shook his head. Were back to where we were three days ago, Sting.
He was introduced to Zot and got her and Halos hero IDs. I hope someone has a plan, he said, looking over at the other heroes.
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Well great, we could just put a sign out front that says No robots, gangs, ninja, or zombies allowed. That should keep them out. Sting laughed.
As for a plan, Amadan said we could rebuild this thing, that almost killed us twice, and let it send one of us. Of course since the last time it did that it was based on the electrical cage thing, which when it used it down here did not teleport anyone away. So Im thinking that plan isnt going to work.
Sting looked over at Zot. So I guess that you are now our tech genius. Any chance you can figure it out? And are you just here for a visit or are you staying? Sting asked rather abruptly.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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((OOC: Actually, since Ion left I have been assuming the FF as no longer functioning however I believe that the explanation that it is only partially functioning is reasonable for the time being. This would allow the clocks as well as some of the new folks to gain entry.))
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My bad entirely. Ya'll mentioned it was at the door a few times, but not elsewhere. I thought it was a bubble Neg Ion had left behind.
Regular "Defender made" force fields can be walked through by enemies, but not the War Walls. Personal Opinion, War Wall Force Fields require huge generators and stuff or they'd be a lot more commonplace. Or at least, if they were capable of building sized ones, the previous cops would'a had better defenses. But maybe they can be done, just not cheaply, and the taxes wouldn't cover it.
Maybe a cross between the two types. Have a building sized FF generator that stops TP and phase shifted, but not physical bodies. Allows for my having Zot sneaking in, as well as clocks getting into the woodwork. And, it can be upgraded/tweaked to become a "detector" as well.
Though I don't plan on keeping Zot in the 26 longer than to handle the current situation, I did feel I could have her become a technical advisor/security guru for the 26. Every SG needs a twidget.
Now to read the rest of the stuff and get some answers done. Was my B-day yesterday and I had family over.
"SARS, Bird Flue, 9/11, Anthrax in the Mail, Mad Cow Disease. Pope John Paul didn't die, he preboarded." - Christopher Titus "5th Annual End of the World Tour"
((ooc: Happy birthday a day late!))
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Teach me to spend time with my family. Yall sure write fast when ya wanna. 
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As chaos reigned in the basement, the clockwork assemblers strove to complete their function. The myriad whirring and buzzing machines fought back; filling the room with the smell of ozone. So great was the level of static that lights began to glow as free electricity in the air found paths to ground out, giving the impression that the cars and even the building itself might be coming to life in assistance to the metallic threat. Saint Elmos fire danced on metal, lighting some of the Oscillators with ghostly fire.
And then the heroes rallied.
Bombard was crippled by the puny human that it had intended to crush. Worker cogs tried to rebuild their master faster than Rough Justice could destroy him, but gravitic waves first crumpled them and then scattered them to the corners of the room. By chance or design the clocks turned upon Eidolon, nearly shattering his protective field. His response was to connect the minds of all present.
The mind of the woman clad in blue metal was protected. Artificially amplified, but defended none the less. Zots abilities were not strong but they were enough that he would have to choose if he delved in further.
The other woman, Halo Jones, was not defended, but entering her mind was like entering into a raw wound. Chaotic, disjointed, fractured. If a persons mind were to be described as parts of Paragon City, Eidolon had just stepped into Faultline. Nothing made sense and to bring her completely into a link with the rest would infect everyone with the confusion within.
But the ladies were not truly needed. The members of the Two Six rallied, striking at the little foes before redoubling their efforts against the master. Zot did accept the offering of a hand up, and then hovered up further to get a good view of the room. She generated massive bolts of energy that kept Bombard reeling as Rough Justice got into position.
Zaa big onezz! Zot shouted as spines began to fly, skewering and smashing the Cogs and Gears. He izz controzzing zaa ozzerzz!
Halo Jones recovered her senses, and began firing off blasts of pure plasma, shattering little Cogs and bouncing Oscillators off the walls as if they were ping pong balls. She darted overhead like a dragonfly, and was heedless of the damage falling metal and glancing plasma strikes did to the remains of the tools in the garage.
Rough Justice surged forward, body slamming Bombard into the concrete wall. He crushed its electronic heart, silencing its menace forever. Or, at least until the enigmatic Clockwork King chose to rebuild it. As the light dimmed in their masters ocular receptors, the myriad gears and smaller sprockets suddenly dropped as one. A few of the stronger remaining Cogs tried to flee, but were unable to escape before the Two Six ran them down.
"SARS, Bird Flue, 9/11, Anthrax in the Mail, Mad Cow Disease. Pope John Paul didn't die, he preboarded." - Christopher Titus "5th Annual End of the World Tour"
Zot hovered down to the floor to land after the battle was over. Halo also came lower to the ground, but did not actually land.
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In the last three days, weve been attacked by Skulls and Tsoo and now Clockwork in our home.
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"Zzoundzz like you have your work cutz outz for you around here. Zot quipped.
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Newton thought for a moment. Oh, yes, and the whole building was taken to Hell.
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Difficult as it is to read the expressions of a person in a metal helmet, there was a definite double take from Zot as he casually mentioned this.
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Sting walked over and picked up the parts of the large clock. So, now that he has been rebuilt and re-defeated, any chance we can still find out where he sent Abrahms and the boss?
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Abe Rams? Halo Jones, who had been quietly following the others suddenly became agitated. Where is the Abe Rams?
However the conversation turned towards introductions and clockworks, so she simply followed along, fidgeting in mid-air and trying to discover what had happened to her friend.
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Sting looked over at Zot. So I guess that you are now our tech genius. Any chance you can figure it out? And are you just here for a visit or are you staying? Sting asked rather abruptly.
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I dont know, zzince you hazz already told me to ignore you, I do not zzink I will be zzaying. Rough Juzztizz might have rough edgezz, but he at leazz hazzz mannezz.
She then turned towards Newton; her blank faceplate with its single red line of a sensor dimly glowing gave no indication as to if she were truly upset with Sting, or just copping an attitude to match him. But it didnt matter since she focused on the Clocks. She did somehow alter her voder unit, and cut back some of the static crackle in her conversation.
Reanimating zem iz impossible. Zot said to the assembly, without the static, her voice had a recognizable feminine tone and a faintly European accent. I am no expert on zem, nobody iz but zee King himself. Rebuilding one has never been zuccessfully accomplished. Clockwork Constructs appear to not function by means of logic which are currently understood. Zum of the folks at D.A.T.A. argue zat zey operate by means of an undiscovered loophole in quantum particle physics. She sighed. If one of you has a Nobel Prize in mathematics, maybe you can explain zat to me. Ive never gotten a straight answer out of zem on zee subject.
But I do know a lot about zem. She nodded towards Rough Trade, acknowledging his praise of her abilities. Ive made a habit of zeeking them out. They have certain predictable patterns, though like zee weather, zese predictions can be incorrect if applied to every situation.
Always go for zee big ones first. Especially if zey make claims to a name. Zot instructed. Current best theory is zat zee Clocks have a hive mind mentality. Zee more of zem zat zere are, zee smarter zey are. And zey eventually realize zat bigger means more dangerous, so zee smart ones get zee little ones to build zem bigger.
If zey call themselves by a name, then zey are finally getting smart enough to be self aware. This makes zem even more dangerous, and might even be zee source of zee true identity of zee Clockwork King. Perhaps whatever started zese things made itself big enough to take over all of zem. Zot shrugged.
On zee other hand, zat Babbage thing keeps rebuilding itself from time to time, and it acts about as mindless as one of zose play dough monsters in zee Perez Park lake. I have a theory zat zee King himself is in zee driver seat when Babbage is on a rampage, but Ive never been close enough to monitor zee signals and test zat out.
I have managed to adapt my zenzors to monitor for what I call control signals. I could tell zat Bombard was zee main source for zee ones we just defeated, but what his control source was eluded me, as always. Zee mind of zee King is not as simple as its subjects.
HIE! Halo interrupted, swooping down to face the armored woman. Too much the talking! What is done with the Abe Rams? She looked at the others. Where is the Abe Rams?
Startled, Zot stepped back. Halo glowered at the room, her eyes beginning to give off sparks of blue plasma.
Calm down, Halo. Zot cautioned the other woman. Im zorry if I got off track.
You said zat zee clockworks here created a teleportational effect? Zot asked Newton. To my knowlege, zey have never done zis before. But it might have simply been something zey were carrying with zem, some weapon zey found or modified. If you destroyed zee original, zee smaller ones may not have been smart enough to recognize its importance.
Did zee teleporting one call itself anything? Was it a Prince? Zot asked, not just Newton, but everyone in the room. If you have all zee pieces here, I might be able to figure out how it was done.
"SARS, Bird Flue, 9/11, Anthrax in the Mail, Mad Cow Disease. Pope John Paul didn't die, he preboarded." - Christopher Titus "5th Annual End of the World Tour"
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I dont know, zzince you hazz already told me to ignore you, I do not zzink I will be zzaying. Rough Juzztizz might have rough edgezz, but he at leazz hazzz mannezz.
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Sting started to react to the comment, but Zot continued with her dissertation on the clockwork and he decided to actually not make an issue of it.
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HIE! Halo interrupted, swooping down to face the armored woman. Too much the talking! What is done with the Abe Rams? She looked at the others. Where is the Abe Rams?
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Yo! If we knew where he was, why the %#$& would we need help finding him? Geez, where the &%*$ do they find these people and why do they send them to us?
Sting shook his head. Look, we didnt really get much of a chance to chat with him while he was trying to kill us! He put Mystic and Abrahms in an electric cage and they were gone.
Sting wandered over and wrenched off the left arm of the big clock. This was the same arm that effect came from, if that helps.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
Elisa slung the rifle over her shoulder, "While you guys work out where the others went, I'm gonna go head out and go shopping. If any of you are interested in joining me, I'll be leaving in the hour.....'
(Heh, me birthday was on 8/17) 
Rough Justice stiffened at the tension in the air. "Easy Sting they are here because I called them. As you can tell Zot knows her stuff, and Halo is a friend of that old drill sgt. guy." He gave them both a look, as to say sorry.
"So what option do we have, slag that metal? Hope the boss finds his way back. Ok Elisa have fun? Man i just finnished cleaning up down here to." Sean kick the ting head of a sproket into a wall were it exploaded to pieces on impact.
Even we mighty can fall.
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((OOC: Sorry I've been progressively ill all day.....
AND Happy Bday to all involved people : ))
Eric put away and looked at the two new (relatively speaking) people. Zot and Halo, since he hadn't recognized them he hadn't included them in the circle.
2 minds? No one...? Dissociative Personality Disorder? Internalized Imaginary companion? Alien , Beta, Elisbeta, 2 minds?
All of these things leaked from Zot's mind and Eric turned away from her towards Hal.
Mental word salad verging on glossolalia. He would gladly ignore her but she was so passionate that meaningless thought and emotion leaked through. Hypomania...
Eric forced his mental ear away from her and saw the feline woman with a gun.
Elisa.... beta? No just Elisa the other was Elisabeta... odd congruence. Not from this world either. Odder congruence... even in Paragon city that was rare. Connection?
Eric walled away his mind shutting out the intrusive thoughts of others.
"Well if this junk is gonna attract more clocks, lets clear most of it out of here. Just keep the bits we need to study."
Sting started cleaning, throwing parts and pieces into a box.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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"Well if this junk is gonna attract more clocks, lets clear most of it out of here. Just keep the bits we need to study."
Sting started cleaning, throwing parts and pieces into a box.
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"Lets just throw it in the furnace, slagg em all" A malicous smile crosses his face.
Even we mighty can fall.
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2 minds? No one...? Dissociative Personality Disorder? Internalized Imaginary companion? Alien , Beta, Elisbeta, 2 minds?
All of these things leaked from Zot's mind and Eric turned away from her towards Halo.
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Okay. Because you've been so polite in e-mail and have admitted to feeling ill, I will give you a day to retract this. I told you in e-mail and you repsonded you understood. Zot has mental shielding. Eilodon is certainly capable of breaking through but ONLY IF HE FORCES HIS WAY IN.
And I told you that Zot will notice if you do.
If you are prepared for my character to react as if you have just violated her against her will, then we can go with this.
There is no way you can "accidentally" know the private name that only her father calls her from "casual surface contact" Knowing that sort of thing requires you digging around. No one thinks of their own name constantly.
I am very serious about this. Zot will react as if you had sexually assualted her. My personal feelings are that what you do is actually worse. If you want to have an uncontrolled psychic ability, that's your choice. But I will NOT react to a complete mind reaming as if it were nothing.
Halo can't stop you. Halo doesn't know you're there, and may not understand if someone explained it to her. Zot, on the other hand, I informed you knows exactly what is happening and will react acordingly.
Zot has mental defenses, augmented by her suit and her AI. If you push past those defenses, she will know and consider it an attack. I warned you in e-mail and I am warning you again now.
I do not feel I can properly respond without giving you the chance to retract your "inner thoughts".
"SARS, Bird Flue, 9/11, Anthrax in the Mail, Mad Cow Disease. Pope John Paul didn't die, he preboarded." - Christopher Titus "5th Annual End of the World Tour"
((Very OOC ))
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There is no way you can "accidentally" know the private name that only her father calls her from "casual surface contact" Knowing that sort of thing requires you digging around. No one thinks of their own name constantly.
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Actually I could point you to several studies that point to a person's identity always being at forefront of their mind. My thinking was also based on reading her file and seeing how important her name was to her... Sorry I misunderstood.
My perception of how my characters powers work, and I've tried to convey this through my writing, is that he constantly hears thoughts. It is not an effort. They are voices and his mind is an ear. He can focus to pierce barriers, to get past blocks, etc but the act of knowing someones name (as was stated in one of my earlier posts, before I even read your character stuff, was that names were the first and easiest things to come to him (again this was based on 6 years of study and an advanced degree ... of course that degree isnt in telepathy... since there is no empirical data to work with... but rather study on how a mind functional and dysfunctional works). I'm sorry my concept for my powers doesn't fit in with the way your character concepts work. To reiterate, my character is not actively scanning anyone. Im basing my Telepathy off of Sci Fi shows such as Babylon 5 (where Telepaths were angered at the constant need to wall themselves off from other peoples thoughts), FireFly (where River is constantly flooded by other peoples thoughts and emotions and it is progressively driving her mad... as well as other things) and Demolished Man by Alfred Bester, to name three.
Again I tried to convey that my character was confused by what he was hearing ... I thought I got across that if he wanted to understand anything clearly he would have to spend time with both of them pushing through the muck.
I notice in your post that you consistently retain the distance from your character that is reasonable by using their name but when refering to the actions of my characters you repeated and aggressively use "you". I am not my character.
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Zot will react as if you had sexually assualted her.... what you do is actually worse.
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But I will NOT react to a complete mind reaming as if it were nothing.
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I warned you in e-mail and I am warning you again now.
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I joined this thread because I wanted to get a feel for what this kind of role-playing was like. I have an extensive history with table-top, LARP, and computer role-playing systems, but other than Nobilis (which I ran ) I have never engaged in something quite so free-form. I read through the various threads and chose this one because the players seemed well spoken and cohesive. As of now this has stopped being fun for me. I have been offended, warned and compared to a rapist by someone who wishes me to work with in the bounds of her character concepts but will not acknowledge mine . Feel free to dis-include my character in whatever manner you find fitting. I enjoyed my short time with you all. I wont miss checking the forums every hour or so trying to keep up but I will miss your writing (both before I joined and after). I hate that I missed out on the 30 pages that got deleted.
It was a pleasure meeting you.
[edit] I am sorry if my character's knowledge offended anyone else. I thought I was doing a good job of being vague yet insightful. If anyone else feels I rolled them forgive me it was not my intent.
Oscar Cuellar
[[Please don't do things like this in the thread. A personal dispute can easily be handled by going to a neutral third party like the person who started the thread you've both decided to join in on and asking their take on it.
Or by trying to work together in PMs. There shouldn't EVER be an argument between writers, even if their characters are dueling to the death with deep seated rage for one another that overrides their own sense of self preservation.
What you two have done is clutter up the writing and reading area with a lot of OOC posts that don't mean anything to anyone but you two. It would have best been handled in PM, and if necessary, PM someone else in the thread who's been here longer and who's writing you appreciate for tips on how to handle something like this.
Everyone's welcome, there's NO NEED to be a jerk to other writers. 
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Mystic looked blankly at Abrahms. "I'm afraid we'll have to walk home."
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With a deep sigh, made all the more visible as he hung floating in mid air. "Well if it is to taxing on you I can easily bounce all the way back. Once we are over dry land, and I get my bearings that is," Lifting his hand to his brow Abrahms peers into the distance. "You know I think that" he says pointing to the setting sun. "might just be that Council mountain of Strigia way over there. Maybe another 10 miles max. Then we can use a phone to cal the 2 6." Abrahms is noticably agitated as he looks down at all that water, and the considerable swim to Strigia. The mountain standing out even more as the sun dips lower backlighting the huge robotics factory.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Or by trying to work together in PMs. There shouldn't EVER be an argument between writers, even if their characters are dueling to the death with deep seated rage for one another that overrides their own sense of self preservation.
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I did take this into private e-mail first. He ignored it.
And as long as I am leaving... This sort of BS "I'm sorry it's not my fault but I have to know all of your secrets" is the worst sort of writing I've encountered. Sadly, it's encountered too often.
The sheer amount of utter drivel that goes through the minds of a person on a moment by moment basis is bad enough. Strangly, all these "accidental psychics" never pick up what someone had for dinner the night before or if they feel like they have to go to the rest room. No, they always pick up important private thoughts.
Never mind the fact that constantly picking up the thoughts of every being within sight would drive a person insane. Re-Read the Phoenix Saga and recall what happened to Mastermind when Jean opened his mind to real telepathy without the ability to control the input.
It's hack writing, a way for someone to "know all about" everyone's characters without any of the risk or the actual weaknesses of having no control over something. It's being l33t and every other bad gamer etiquette.
It's crap writing. I tried to be polite about it and I tried to be direct about it. Now I'm just done with it. If this is the preferred method of interaction, then you can have fun with it. I won't stand for it.
Sorry Abe. You said this was a good group, and reading back it seemed that you were right. But like all "open" shared writing endavors it suffers from lack of quality control. If his defense of [censored] Zot's mind is "Oh... I can't help it" then Zot's response is going to be to kill him.
Because yes, when I stated to you three times that you cannot casually read Zot's mind and she can tell you are at her shields and doesn't want you in her mind and you go inside anyways and read anything, even if it's just her thinking "I'm going to shoot that clock" then it's still forcing your way into her mind.
Forcing your way. Violating her private thoughts. If that's not [censored], then you have a poor grasp of the subject.
I seem to be the minority. Everyone else seems to be okay with your design. I'm not trying to tell anyone how to have fun, after all, Your Mileage May Vary in how you play.
Here's my exits:
Halo, after twice being insulted and several times being ignored, goes looking for Abe.
Zot, takes careful note of Eilodon and goes to report him to the athourities for mental assualt. If there is any decent quality control over things, someone with control over their abilities should arrive to lobotomize his abilities. Or he can continue to [censored] every person he passes.
"SARS, Bird Flue, 9/11, Anthrax in the Mail, Mad Cow Disease. Pope John Paul didn't die, he preboarded." - Christopher Titus "5th Annual End of the World Tour"
The flight was uneventful, until they reached Striga. There were the walls, manned by the Council guardians watchful eyes. The anti aircraft autocannons jutted out menacingly into the skyline.
I feel quite like an allied bomber over this fortification, and I think its just a splendid time to drop in on our friends. Mystic pointed to the top of the wall. I think theres a door over there, next to that artillery battery. Why dont you gather its attention and Ill melt it to slag.
Waiting for Abrahms to get the cannons to fire at him, Mystic once again powered up his most powerful reserves and dove in on the anti-aircraft cannon, launching a powerful and terribly hot volley of magical fire straight into the cannon. Of course, after his magical aim wore off, he was hit and miss, scoring the concrete and steel near the gun, but leaving it mostly untouched. Luckily, his first breath and blast had heated the gun to beyond tolerance and it slowly began to melt until it couldnt fire anymore, and exploded from bent barrels and rounds cooking off.
Mystic asked Abrahms to open the door, first providing a framework of welding hot magic around it to soften it up. The radio operator and rifleman inside were wide eyed at their entrance.
Excuse us, terribly sorry about all the mess. Would it be quite alright if we were use your phone? We need to ring work for a lift. They looked at each other in amazement.
Moments later, the land line at the Two Six was ringing.
Abrahms had to agree with Mystic, although he actually only did one real drop into Germany. He was a Marine so all the rest of his time was spent in the Pacific theater. He has always done his best making a great target to let the squad or team in this case get the good shots.
"Thanks fellas, you should realy think of a career change." A glowing fist waved under there noses. "Mstic when our call is finnished we might as well melt down the radio,' he shrugs' I mean since we are here and all." Turning to the radio men, "tell Burkhalter Abrahms sends his best. Also consider this a warning, WE WILL BE BACK." Turning back to Mystic he gives him a wink and a smile. "i hate these guys and what they stand for I fought them for 60 years now, they just never learn, and they keep finding Dupes like these clowns to fill their ranks." The last being said with an finger stabbing point at the two now cowering guards.
Even we mighty can fall.
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As Halo and Zot walked by, Newton handed them their IDs, feeling a little baffled. Something had transpired that he did not fully understand, but the looks that Zot and Eidolon had exchanged were nasty. Sometimes things dont work out the way you expect.. He exchanged a look with Sting, and they both shrugged.
((ooc: and now, back to our regularly scheduled adventure/hack writing/enjoyable rp forum. Take your pick. 
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Moments later, the land line at the Two Six was ringing.
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Newton sprinted back to the desk not a bad feat for an overweight individual. The Two-Six, Newtons Apple speaking
His eyes widened. Mystic! My gawd, Im glad to hear your voice! Where are you?
"Yes, well, somewhere on Striga. Any chance you could arrange a lift for us? Right now we're in..." Mystic looked to the two Council.
They stared at him for half a second before snapping out of it. "Uh, Defense station sixteen!"
"Defense station sixteen of the Council wall fortification. These nice chaps were polite enough to let us borrow their phone." Mystic smiled beneath his mask at Abrahms. "So about that lift."
Seeing the crinkle of the smile at the corner of mystics eyes, Abrahms cant help but chuckle shaking his head. "You know, you to young men should learn something from this. Your huge cannons do nothing to me, same as those guns on your hips. So do your self a favor, walk away from here before you get into these guys to deep. If you need help, here is my cell number. If you set a trap I'll be most angry." As mystic hangs up, he repeats "most angry" then puts a suddenly glowing fist through the steel control concel of the station "know what I mean." The last devlivered with a very deliberate whisper.
Even we mighty can fall.
Abrahms INV/EM Tank 50 +1 Liberty
Herakles Blood INV/SS Tank 42 Virtue
Street Doc EMP/Pistol Defender 29 Liberty
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So, now that he has been rebuilt and re-defeated, any chance we can still find out where he sent Abrahms and the boss?
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"I have 2 ideas if someone is feeling suicidal... If thats the clock that can teleport people away... let it rebuild itself and let it take someone who is capable of teleporting away or teleporting people to them. That might get us there or it might get someone there who can get out and tell us where they are.
If we dont have someone who can tp... then let someone get caught and I might be able to find them. Of course that a MIGHT... the further they are from me the harder they are to find...
Of course that depende on the thing deciding to port its victim and not just rend it limb from limb. It doesnt have a mind like other things so I can't really read it. Thats all I got... Anyone else?