The gunslinger didn't even get to scream as the shot travelled directly through his head. The other Malta swore various curses but never lost their plan; Someone of this power must be taken alive. The Malta began to yell as if in fear, stirring the nearby members of the crowd into panic. In the blurs of people, Caper could not make out the subtle Malta, until he felt something hit him lightly, feeling like a bee sting. He looked and saw several tranq darts in his arm.
((I'm sure you can survive this, just trying to act Malta-ish.))
Rai used his power to lift the hammer with ease, "Again I fooled you, how could you fall for a trick like that twice, if you were any other person I woulda scored a crapload of money from you." The man just frowned at Rai again...
"Please, Feliks is fine. Thank you very much, you where very good yourself, despite the fact you threw a rock at me. I excuse that though. Maybe next time, shout or something."
Iosif and Semenov had become embroiled in a conflict about who would kick whos [censored] in a fight between superman and batman. Semenov was using the argument that superman would win because he could simply crash the moon into the earth, then the earth into the sun. Iosif was using the amazing tactic of shouting louder the Semenov, making himself the victor.
Caper scowled and cursed, he should have kept better track of the agents. Well, at least now the crowd might realize how dangerous the men were and force them to leave, or leave before they were taken. He teleported a foot to the right, leaving the tranq darts in the air behind him, where they clattered to the floor. He could already feel his senses dulling a bit, so he knew he didnt have much time.
Using his superhuman sight, an ability that allowed him to see what others couldnt and aim with almost complete accuracy (though it was dulled a bit from the tranquilizer), the secret agent picked out every single Malta agent in the crowd as he began a midair spin, firing his pistols wildly at them. None of the crowd was in danger, he made sure, he was too precise to make a stupid mistake and get one of them killed. At least one shot went off at every Malta agent, more than one went to most, as the hero spun and shot, pulling more magazines from his bandolier and loading them quicker than the human eye could make out.
It ended as quickly as it had begun. Caper hit the ground, whirled about, his trench coat flying out behind him, and disappeared.
The secret agent, well out of the hands of Malta but feeling woozy, reappeared in front of the front desk.
Id like to enter the next fight. He said plainly as he grabbed a form and quickly filled it out; put it on the desk and teleported into the examination room. He completed the test quickly, ranking high despite his Malta-induced handicap, and walked out with an identity card tucked into a pouch on his belt.
Hed take out the Malta pit battlers now that the spectating agents were in disarray. Then hed be on the road again, most likely tracking down where the supers in the crowd had been teleported to.
Several of the Malta were indeed hit, but advanced bulletproof armor left many of them only bruised due to the range of the shots.
They scurried wildly around each other, picking up the dead Gunslinger, shouting orders, in total chaos. The superpowered men of the crowd began to notice the Malta, and the section erupted into fire, energy, and gunfire.
The Malta returned fire, gathering around the Gunslinger, who was readying a group teleport. As a last act of hatred for superpowered kind, the Malta dropped a satchel of explosives on the bleachers, then disappeared in a flash.
"Ok you can lift a Three ton Hammer" Goro said this time with a smile.Then slamming his foot ontop it it hit the ground. "Lets see you do this." Goro reached into oneof the pouches on his belt. He pulled out a peice of coal. Then only using his finger tips Crushed it. Then holding out a shiny new diamond. "Go ahead try"
Rai grabbed a piece of coal from Goro and crushed it with his fingertips forming a diamond Goro's mouth dropped to the floor, then Rai bursted in laughter "Hahahahahaha! You fell for it again, I used my earth control powers to crush the coal, it only seemed like I use my fingertips, hahahahah!" The man just stared at Rai as if he was tired of his 'jokes'.
The crowd screamed as the explosives fell to the floor, jumping all over one another to escape the impending blast. Everyone cried out in terror as an explosion erupted, but they were surprised to see that instead of the explosives, it had been a burst of EMP. A small device, the size of a fingernail, dropped on the floor as Caper had teleported out, smoked on the ground, spent.
The explosives, totally unarmed by the blast, were quickly picked up and taken out by arena security. There was an audible sigh from all of the audience. Those Malta guys were crazy!
(OOC: Hope thats alright, I took it that they were some kind of high tech explosive, seeing as how the group is Malta.)
My sincere apologies for my rudeness. Podo said sincerely. I did not want the rikti killed, and thou were doing far too good of a job doing just that! He was hurt and I wanted to offer a yield, and I only saw one way to stop you.
Wow, I only had to wait 20 years to register, now I have to wait 20 more for a match. Rai thought to himself while he was waiting for the next match to start. "Hey bartender, gimmie a grape soda." The man replied "Here you go sir." Rai replied, "Thanks *hands him some coins* there that should pay for it." "Hey man(Goro), do we always have to wait a lifetime before we get entered into a match or what?"
((Nah, that was good.))
The TacCom stared intently at the new figure in the lobby, Caper.
Data began to read across his screen:
Enemy: Caper
Enemy Class: Gunslinger equal
Enemy Skill: Three Zeus Titans : THREAT LEVEL ALPHA
Enemy Weapons: Pistols, unknown mutations
Typical Appearance: Duster, cloak -- EDITBY: Agent E353-3174: He's a [censored] cowboy.
*WARNING*: Personal hatred for anti-superpowered organizations -- EDITBY: Agent T766-9132: Such as ours.
The TacCom raised a brow and sent a copy of the threat to his men and titans. Some of them subtly nodded. The titans held still, but confirmed their understanding through encrypted Titan frequencies.
(What exsactly is his powerset)
((Telekineses, Earth Control, and he uses a handgun. Of course that is a fake combination but in these rp posts whos arent))
OOC: Nice going with disabling the explosives. I would have done it if I had gotten on sooner. Anyway, back to posting.
BIC: "Hello there Agent Immolate," said a man over the intercom. "I see this is your first time in the Coliseum. Just have a seat at the table in front of you and answer some of the questions you see on the monitor. Also, if you could include an explanation for your unusual entrance, I'm sure Security would be very happy to have that."
The questions were standard fare, just like the ones from the earlier examinations.
"And if you have any trouble understanding our language, just let me know and I am avaliable to help."
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"Hey! Rock guy and handgun boy!" shouted the bartender to Goro and Rai. "Try not to break too much stuff. All of that comes out of your winnings and if you lose, you owe a debt that you gotta pay off before you can fight again. Got all that? Oh yeah, and is one of you guys named Rai? Cause if you are, you need to go take your examination. The registrar just called to let me know that you hadn't."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
(Isn't that a bit random)
Staff lightly tapping the floor, Archmage Andraxus of the Circle of Thorns strode over to where the newest magical gladiator of the Coliseum was sulking. Free hand absently smoothing his long white beard, Andraxus tapped the other man's foot with his staff.
"Raxiurgiux is it?" Andraxus asked. "I have been told that you fled to the Coliseum in order to gain its protection...and that you are a member of my organization from another dimension. Tell me, rogue mage, how is it that you arrived here and what you will plan to do should whoever is hunting you down finds you?"
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"Ok...nowonder I hadnt got any matches ha ha haaa..." *Heads into examination room*
(So whens the next Match)
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(Isn't that a bit random)
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OOC: I would have said it sooner, but I'm a little late. This was in response to the whole glass breaking competition and the mallet crushing into the concrete thing. No big worries though.
BIC: Rolling his neck to work out some of the kinks, Chertak pushed open the door to the Coliseum's second bar, the one that catered to the fighters. As per standard proceedure, most of the people in the room, supers or not, went silent as the Rikti boldly strode into the room. Only a few years had passed since the Rikti War and a great many people still harbored resentment to the alien invaders. But Chertak was used to this and merely took things in stride as he made his way to the unofficial alien section of the bar. Caught up in his own thoughts, Chertak walked right past the fighters he would have recognized and pushed aside the steel mesh curtain that seperated off about a third of the large bar.
Stepping inside, Chertak made his way past a few Nictus hosts engaged in a game of dice with some Wailers and sat down at a table with several other Rikti. Ordering up an odd, foaming drink that a few of the other Rikti had, Chertak settled in and started discussing the high and low points of the last battle and various other topics.
OOC: What's this? An NPC with some depth and, gasp, a recurring character? What could the author be planning?
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"Greetings Rai," said a voice as Rai stepped into the examinatio room. "Please take a seat at the desk in front of you and fill out all required forms. After you are done, please give us a brief demonstration of some or all of your powers against the targeting dummies located to your right. Let it be noted that for whatever power you don't use or whatever question you answer inaccurately will result in your being given an inappropiate classification."
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"All fighters, all fighters. Be warned. The last fight of the night begins in ten minutes. You shall be notified again in five minutes. That is all."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Feliks waved his hand over his face in dismissal.
"Its a non issue, no apologies necessary. No one was hurt, no harm no foul. Say, next match why dont we stick together. We could use a melee man, and Im sure you wouldnt mind some ranged firepower. My men are well trained, and should be able to fire into a fight at the right times as to not decorate the floor with your organs."
Feliks slapped his head in realization.
"Unless that foots still messed up. The offer of that pain killer still stands, by the way."
*Fills out forms* "Ok here you go." *Puts forms up on desk* "When can I start attacking the dummies?" The man replied, "You can start, now." Rai uses his earth control powers to crush a few of the dummies. After destroying those dummies he took a few of them and slung them into the walls and roof with his telekineses. He destroyed the last two with his pistol. "There you go, anything else for me to do?"
(An NPC with depth Dundundundun Could he actually be Kel's charater in this RP Mabe, Mabe not)
Goro Looked up at the speaker, "Good, I was just getting riled up" Then Goro turned to te bartender. "Sir, I am a king of an underground city that Mines over five tons of gold, silver, diamonds, rubies, emerals and other rare minerial. Not to mention oil." Goro said most proudly, "So, don't worry about what I break"
(Damn I'm rich)
The TacCom looked up to the ceiling.
"We have ten minutes. Let us go to the bar and see what we will be in the arena with." Suggested the Engineer.
"Very well. Come."
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As the Malta entered the bar, the Supers all stared menacingly.
"Get back to your drinks." Ordered the TacCom in an imposing voice.
"You would be fools to attack us now."
They wandered the bar like spectres, both looking for new opponents and playing mind games; Supers were unnerved by Malta, and Malta knew it. They wandered into the Alien section, eyeing the Nictus, and catching a glimpse of Chertak.
"Rikti warrior. We are aware of your performance against Johnny "The Knife" in your previous engagement, and see you as a worthy comrade or foe in the upcoming fight. Sadly, we must come to you to speak of dealings, as our people see us as they see you. Do you know of us?" Inquired the TacCom.
((His name is Samuel Reikoff, if you want them to introduce themselves. He's just going to be subtle about it, being a Malta and all.))
Podo took the mans hand, twisting his left weirdly so he wouldnt have to shake with his robotic right arm. Well met, CptCommie. The goblin said. Thou hast performed excellently in the arena, thine work was brilliant!
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Caper noted the subtle movement, knew it would have been coming anyway. He guessed that this wouldnt be a conventional bullet, but something to simply incapacitate, as they wanted to take the metahumans alive. It hardly mattered; he doubted it would work anyway.
The dart hit the back of the seat with a thunk. The man was gone. The gunslinger looked confused for a moment, then felt the cold end of a pistol barrel resting on the back of his head. Floating in the air behind him was Caper, his eyes narrowed at the confirmation that he had indeed been shot at. Lucky thing he had been born with the power to teleport, something hed been forced to keep secret most of his life until he had taken up his heroic title.
You make me sick. The secret agent whispered as he pulled the trigger.