Lyden looked up again. Toy Dispenser's tactics were questionable at best but there was, of course, no rule against hoarding eggs. It was more or less an unwritten rule NOT to- because the more eggs you had, the more people would be trying to take from you. Dismissing the thought, he pressed down on the detonator. Three eggs would burst:
23, in Acid's posession. As if the poor guy wasn't miserable enough as it was.
22 had never been picked, and was still sitting in a carton in the patio. A small egg yoke mushroom cloud could be seen from the beach.
1, which had been in mid-toss, burst and rained down on Kaloaten. Shocked that his number had come up so quickly, he made no attempt to dodge the splash- it got all over him. "Aww.. no fair! ..Tomanton, let me have yours!"
"No."
"You may have mine, sir, if you would like," Helper offered Kaloaten the number 4 egg as he shuffled over to the egg-battered boy. "I suppose this is what they mean by the expression 'to have egg on one's face.'"
"No it isn't, you silly metal boob," Kefetasura said quickly, "And the idea is to be holding an egg at the end!"
"True, sir. But I fail to see how that objective is compromised by giving away a single egg that is statistically likely to not be the final egg."
"That's a losing attitude," Kefetasura said blandly.
"Ah, how surprising," Moonscribe said. "I do wonder whose egg will explode next. . ."
He simply stood there, his egg orbiting his head, smiling serenely. . .
"Dangit, this sucks," Hal sighed, his Phantasm appearing and trying to place itself between him and everyone else.
"Yay!" Kaloaten gleefully accepted the egg Helper had given him, holding it between three fingers.
Tomanton, looking on, realized the truth in Helper's statement- it didn't really matter at this point if he didn't have an egg- the real competition would start when the numbers were running low. He stepped over to Kaloaten and handed him his egg, number 2- knowing that the only chance he was increasing at this point was his chance of staying clean.
"Yes!!" Kaloaten grinned and completely forgot about being covered in goop, clutching an egg in each hand and striking a pose. "I'm winning!"
Lyden pressed the button down on his remote again. Three more eggs would go;
21 would burst in mid-orbit around Moonscribe's head, a bit of goo flicking here and there while a few chunks went loose and fell at his feet.
18, held at the moment by Stellarmare, popped a split-second afterward.
6, in the little android Essex's posession, seemed to go off rather messily.
"Kyaaah!" Essex cried in surprise as her egg exploded in her hands. She visibly jumped, startled, at the cheerful POP! that the egg made, covering her in goo.
For a split-second, she looked lost, shocked, and utterly miserable, like someone who had just been vomited on in a carnival ride.
"Haha, dramabot!" Rosalind jeered a little.
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Acid hadn't ben surprised as his egg exploded. He'd expected it, it was just how the odds were. He'd also figured the same thing - an egg now would only be cause for trouble.
Still, he was disgusted. Bioengineered eggs! That was just a crime! What, were normal eggs not good enough anymore? Damn humans, always had to mess with stuff they didn't understand.
Note to self: pay a visit to Greensyre Reserach sometime.
Morsko seemed just as nondescript, climbing up a palmtree to gain a better view of things. His sharp claws made this seem like the easiest thing in the world, even though palms were notoriously slippery.
His egg cradled in the loop of his tail tip, he observed the situation as Acid teleported a coconut to himself and started gnawing on it.
A thunderously loud CRUNCH! echoed across the beach as he bit it open...
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"Oh dear!" Moonscribe said, in a most unconvincing tone of shock. "How terrible, my egg has burst. I am so very surprised." Somehow, none of the pieces of egg came anywhere near his person, and he was still spotless.
"Essex!" Hal yelled, rushing over to her, completely forgetting he was holding an egg of his own. "Are you all right?"
SPLAT.
"Yuck!" Hal exclaimed as his egg, number 5, exploded from the turbulence. "Uh, I guess now we're in the same boat. . ."
"Geh!" A reflexive barrior snapped into place around the Peacebringer. Thou saving her clothes and hair from the egg, it didn't do a thing about her hand which was now dripping.
"Ewww..." Flicking her hand, Stell flew back to the table. "Still, easy enough to fix at this stage." Picking up a towel to wipe her hand on, she then lifted the egg marked 14 from the carton.
Things exploding made for a much more interesting sceen then listining to boring people talk, as such Cortianna was awake now and giggilling at Essex.
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When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
Kaloaten glanced to Stellarmare- yes, there -were- eggs in the carton. Good idea! Dashing back to the patio excitedly, he returned shortly with egg 19 that was gooey from a previous in-carton explosion, holding it in his right hand along with 2. Now holding three eggs, Kaloa was quite pleased with himself.
Lyden pressed the button again. This time only one egg would go off- 15, which had been in CC's posession.
((But, she's away till tonight, so more pops in a bit. >.>
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"It's clobbering time!" Combat Toy shouted as it charged into the midst of the group of people. Rapidly windmilling its arms, the assault bot's only goal was to startle people enough so that they crushed their own eggs. But if the bot came out of the other side of the group with some egg yolk on its arms from hitting a few 'targets of oppertunity', it didn't think Toy would care.
"Aw hell," Solid said as he ducked under one of Combat Toy's arms, keeping his egg tucked carefully in one hand.
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.
Ever on the lookout to improve his odds, Kefetasura gave Combat Toy a telekinetic 'nudge' in the direction of Kaloaten. If the extraterrestrial boy wanted to horde eggs, let him try and save them from a rampaging assault-bot! The demon grinned wickedly.
Helper, though not nearly as competitive by nature, did understand objectives. His primary objective was to be holding the final intact egg at the end of the competition. However, he was also clever enough to realize that if he aided one of the other contestants in preserving their egg, he would, therefore, become less likely to be voted against by the victor. In this way Helper scheduled himself a secondary objective as well.
He turned to the closest contestant with an unbroken egg. It happened to be Experiment 2.0.
"With your permision, Mister Experiment," he said quietly, "I would like to increase the molecular density of your egg, thereby making it more resistant to both crushing and detonation."
Kaloaten gasped as Combat Toy was moved in his direction- falling backwards onto his rear in the sand, he managed to scramble backwards until he was out of arm's reach. He then stood up, and took cover behind the same palm tree Morsko had climbed. A quick egg check and he realized that the gooey number 19 had fallen loose in his getaway- it now lay in the sand, and Combat Toy was probably gonna step on it.
Lyden pressed the button again, setting off the next chain of eggsplosions;
8- Seeing as how Solid Shot was holding it protectively, his hands would probably minimize the splatter factor.
16 burst immediately after- and unfortunately for Helper and Experiment, that meant so did their potential plan.
7, which Kefetasura had promised would carry him to victory, was now a mess.
Kefetasura looked down at the sticky slimy mess in his hand.
"Awww! What a rip-off!" he complained.
((I guess we should really slow down a bit, cause a lot of eggs have been blown up already and not everyone has had a chance to react. =/ ))
((Eggs destroyed: 1, 5, 6, 7, 8, 15, 16, 18, 21, 22, 23.))
Acid wasn't even flinching, taking a seat on a nearby rock and sittind down in a medatative position. He closed his eyes, concentrating, focusing.
Alright so far. That meant thirteen left...
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Essex was whimpering, and then glanced over, noticing that Hal had exploded his own egg.
She couldn't help but let her whimpering turn to giggles at that. "Are you all right?" she asked.
Rosalind in the meantime was slinking around, eyeing the other egg-holders. If I can get the others to bust their own eggs, I've got this one in the bag.
Japancakes.
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((And 5. Hal exploded his. 
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"Oh, I'm fine," Hal said, chuckling himself. "Oh, this is all so stupid, haha."
He sat down in a cloud of green smoke. "Honestly, I'm not sure I'm going to bother. I could care less about some prize we might get for humiliating ourselves."
"Ah, hello, Priestess," Moonscribe said, walking calmly up to Stellarmare. "Would you mind terribly if I took that egg of yours?"
He seemed to be making no attempts to actually get it. . .
Pyro overheard Moonscribe's inquiry, and chuckled slightly. "You know, if you get that egg? That one right there? I will laugh. Then, of course, I will have to steal it from you, but that is hardly the point."
Experiment, meanwhile, was cleaning off his armour. "Well, thanks for the idea, Helper, but apparently, someone hates us. Hm... So, got any new ideas for acquiring a new egg or two?"
Helper scanned around for Kaloaten, before turning to Experiment.
"Perhaps Master Kaloaten would be kind enough to lend us one of his, as a show of gratitude for my earlier gift to him. In that case, we should probably help divert Combat Toy and aid the boy in getting out of the tree."
"Hey, Experiment." Rosalind said. "You can have mine!!"
With that, egg number 17 impacted the back of his head and promptly yolksploded.
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"Well that's a bummer," Solid said as he wringed his hand, trying to get some of the yolk off of it. "Why do the heroes always get the messy jobs?"
"Cause you do things for free," Toy said as he leaned back in the air and twirled his egg around on his finger. "People take all sorts of advantages over people who do things for free."
"I'm not even going to bother answering that," Solid huffed as he put away his gun.
"BANZAI!" Combat Toy shouted as it charged one of the people that hadn't lost their eggs yet.
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.
Cortianna grunted slightly as she lashed at Combat Toy with a pulsing wave of telekinesis.
Stell looked crossways at Moonscribe question and Pyro's mocking reply.
"Yeah, actually, I would." Her eye's flared brightly. A flare that increased rapidly until a blinding light pulsed around her. As the light faded, the Kheldian shot into the air.
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"Really?" Moonscribe said from behind her, floating serenely with his hands folded. "That is really a pity. . . And do be careful with that light of yours. You nearly blinded me."
"I am sure it was a complete accident," he continued, and the egg in Stellarmare's hands began to shake slightly, and then seemed to be pulling itself out of her hands. "Unfortunately, it seems to have made me inadvertantly alter a few minor laws of physics regarding that egg. I do apologize. Perhaps I will be able to fix the code in an hour or so."
Experiment was about to reply to Helper, before Rosalind's shout and following eggsplosion on the back of his head.
A low growl emenated from his throat. "Right... Be right back..."
He turned and a spine ejected from his arm. It took a second, but he quickly pulled it back. "No, no... No stabbing the dog-lady... Just politely perform a roundhouse kick in the face..."
However, he turned without performing said move, and looked toward Combat Toy. "Okay, this should be easy enough... If I can somehow slow it down enough for you to get close and give it a good punch in some sort of weak spot, we should get full point- No, wait, that was House of the Dead method. Damn, I'm out."
Helper's keen eyes had detected the unbroken egg in the sand near the tree. Combat Toy managed to change direction to assault Cortianna just in time to avoid it. He pointed it out to Experiment.
"There is number 19, still unbroken," he said, hitting the armored hero with a Speed Boosting kinetic slipstream. Retrieve it and I can attempt the density manipulation."
Kefetasura, in the meantime, aimed a telekinetic thrust at the egg being struggled over by Moonscribe and Stellarmare, hoping that the sheer number of forces acting on it would pop the thing like . . . . Well, like an egg.
Toy Dispenser looked at Mini Bot and Combat Toy and then glanced at the other contestants.
"Combat Toy, you're offense," the mastermind said as he moved to stand next to Mini Bot. "Mini's on defense."
"Oh yeah," the assault bot said as it smacked one fist into a palm with a heavy clang. "I'm gonna enjoy this."
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.