"Aaah! Slimy creepy things!" CC skidded to a halt just before barrelling through the patch of seaweed. "LILY YOU MEANIE!" she screamed, taking a few steps backwards. With a look of intense concentration, she sprinted forward again and at the last moment leapt into the air, vaulting over the seaweed patch.
"Alright! Now if I can just catch that lizard-cat-thing!" CC could tell that her jump would put her only a few feet behind Morsko. She'd just jump again, right away, and then she'd be in front of the creature, and would be able to head him off and grab the egg.
"Here I come!"
"..."
Floomph!
Pushing herself up on to her hands and knees, CC spat out sand. "Darn it...I'll never catch him now..." With a resigned sigh, she slipped out of her boots and climbed up out of the two foot hole she'd created by landing in the soft beach. Grumbling to herself, she started to tug on her boots.
Writing: Cape Fic
Featured Art: MechaTerp & CorporateRock, by Shia
Music: DJ Pyrria
After watching Mini Bot safely return the egg to Toy Dispenser, Lyden pressed the button once more. This time, the signal went to the egg Morsko was holding, 19... however, with an increased density thanks to Helper, the egg made a burbling sound and sort of discolored to a pale yellow-gray, but did not burst.
He pressed it again. 10, which Cortianna had held onto for so long, now popped. Now only recognising egg 11, Lyden's device locked out on him and refused to detonate any more- it would now come down to a battle to see who would let go of or break their egg first.
Kaloaten picked his face out of the beach, his cowl covered in sand and eggshell. He turned around to look at Morsko returning in the general direction of the group. "Mr. Acid! Let's box him in and take the egg!" And with that he was up, skittering around to be in Morsko's eventual path.
Rosalind sprung into action.
"Hey, TD!" she said playfully. "I'mma get that egg!" With that, she shifted into her dog form, letting out some happy barks before taking off after the mastermind.
Essex, in the meantime, returned back down, having taken a quick shower. Wearing a cute little sundress, she watched the last phase of the immunity challenge with interest.
"Be careful..!" she called out.
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". . . Shut up!" Hal said guiltily as he appeared near Essex out of nowhere. "I would have come if she wasn't here too!"
". . .Uh, I mean. . . Moonscribe, why are you just floating there with a clamshell in your hand? Where did it even COME from?"
"Oh, yes, that is right," Moonscribe said, and the clamshell began orbiting his head in the exact manner the egg had. "I suppose I should try to win."
He began typing again, and the egg Toy Dispenser was holding began pulling itself away, while Toy himself would find his mechanical limbs had become so very heavy it was almost impossible to move them. . .
"Aw hell," Toy said as he noticed that he was the last one with an egg.
"Aw hell oh [censored]," he added when Moonscribe started bending reality around him. "Mini Bot! Dog! Combat Toy! Dumb fire!"
"WOOOO!" Mini Bot shouted as it jumped at Rosie, trying to tackle her to the ground. Once there, the drone would probably try and wrestle some as it was kind of bored right now and didn't feel like actually hurting anyone.
"Nobody touches the boss!" Combat Toy shouted as its missile racks clicked and the tips of twenty missiles were suddenly poking out, ready to be fired. "Savvy?"
Twin pistons deployed from its rear lower legs, swinging down from their normal, flush against the metal, position and stabilizing Combat Toy without the assault bot having to crouch down. Combat Toy pulled its arms back as the missiles fired, screaming out of the racks and crisscrossing eachothers smoke trails until they burst overheard in a very loud and very bright display, almost like very close range fireworks. These missiles were pretty much non-lethal and useful for little more than blinding and deafening one's opponents for a few crucial seconds.
Which was hopefully all Toy needed as he activated a limited range dispersion field to ward off some of the increased gravity and keep a tighter hold on his shielded egg as his own anti-grav system fought to get him up into the air.
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.
"Oh dear," Moonscribe said as the missiles approached him.
Half of them veered off in various directions. The directions did not really seem to be random, though. . . they all headed for Morsko, Rosie, or Toy's robots.
The remaining ten, however, hit Moonscribe quite handily.
The light dimmed, and Moonscribe appeared much the same, except his glasses had fallen off. His eyes were now closed, though, so they were still not visible.
"How very humiliating," Moonscribe sighed, as he floated down to retrieve them, the gravity fields affecting Toy vanishing. "I suppose I asked for that."
"Ah!" Essex said, startled as Hallucinogen popped into existance right next to her. "W-were you there this whole time?"
Rosalind gleefully barked at Mini Bot, grabbing onto its tentacled arm and wrenching hard to try and disable it, not wanting to cause any -permanent- damage to the little drone. After a brief bout, she shifted back to humanoid form in time to yell over at Hal and Essex.
"Don't worry bout it, Ess, he was prolly jus' watching you shower or something!"
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Kefetasura sighed. This could go on forever. If he wasn't going to be able to win, and it didn't seem like he was, then he was going to do his damnedest to make sure the winnder was who he wanted it to be, and since and immune Morsko was less a threat than an immune Toy Dispenser. . .
A wave of powerful telekinetic force shot out from Kefetasura's outstreched hand, sweeping up and against Rosie, and Combat Toy, and Toy Dispenser, and Mini-Bot, and anyone else in that general area.
". . .I was NOT!" Hal exclaimed, appalled. "I swear, dangit, Essex, come on, don't you. . . I was just cleaning myself! I'm not some dang voyeuristic. . ."
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Combat Toy, senses still a bit addled from running into the tree but still reacting to Toy's commands, picked up the tree in its hands and wielded it like a massive broom, sweeping the tree in front of it. Of course, in front of it happened to be Acid, but that was probably the point.
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Acid just chuckled, starting to disband his molecular structure to let the tree pass through him harmlessly - and then Combat Toy let go of the tree, flinging it aside without so much as a care.
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Kaloaten picked his face out of the beach, his cowl covered in sand and eggshell. He turned around to look at Morsko returning in the general direction of the group. "Mr. Acid! Let's box him in and take the egg!" And with that he was up, skittering around to be in Morsko's eventual path.
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Kaloaten being on a collision course with morsko didn't really bother Acid - heck, he wanted to get Morsko's egg too - but the missiles that were right upon the Kosunn certainly did!
Just let him get smacked. It's not like he'll die from it. Or will he? No, this is just a game. But thats Toy's stuff, he's not...no, it's just a game...AAAARG!!!
Acid really, really, really hated when his conscience got the better of him! Phasing back into sync with what people here considered reality, he pulled a blue-shimmering pistol and took aim at Combat Toy, firing three shots.
At the same time, he reached across to Kaloten again, snatching him out of the path of the missiles via teleport.
Thebluish energy blasts impacted Combat Toy on its feet and head, but seemed to have no effect other than sticking to the mentioned parts and spiraling around them - until Earth's magnetic field suddenly fell in love with the robot's metal and pulled it down with the force of a steam hammer, smacking Ct face-first into the sand, pinning its head and feet firmly to the ground. Even a powerful machine like the modified assault bot wouldn't be able to escape this for a little while.
However, that wasn't the end of it. As an unintended consequence, the vacuum that collapsed as Kaloaten vanished was close enough to the missiles to turn them into a new direction again...
...right at Toy Dispenser!
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Moonscrbe's scan would most likely yield some very puzzling results. With his way of looking at the code of the universe, he would see that Morsko's code seemed to not be entirely there. There were pieces missing, though very few of them, and there wasn't even a hint of where they might have gone.
Morsko, however, didn't really care about the scan seeing as how a tree and a few missiles were headed his way. Not bothering to dodge them separately, he leaped onto the incoming aerial battering ram, using it to jump off again, and let the missiles turn the offending tree into toothpicks.
Just as he leaped off the trunk, the signal reached the egg. His first thought was to spit it out, but it was already too late, so he didn't. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when it didn't leave a foul-tasing mess, going on about his business as he hopped into th line of tall grass that lay at the other edge of the beach and disappeared behind a large rock.
Anyone who followed him would find another rock right behind that one, though they could have sworn there hadn't been one there before...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Rosalind, noting that this area was getting WAY too dangerous, leapt off of Mini Bot and made a neat three-point landing a few feet away from the conflict, crouching and using her right hand to stabilize her landing.
"Suuuuuuure." she said to Hallucinogen, winking and tapping the side of her face with her forefinger. "That's exactly why you decided to take a shower at the same time. Awwwwh, kids are so cute when they're in love."
"I-I believe you, Hal." Essex said rather meekly, though her cheeks were burning red.
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". . . Th, thanks, Essex. . ." Hal said, sighing and sinking to the ground. "Ugh. . . I'm sorry for. . . whatever it is that I've done now. And I'm not saying you're blaming me!" he added quickly to Essex.
". . . Ugh, I really try to be honest, who the hell decided I should get illusion powers?!?"
OOC: Well, technically the missiles didn't hit anyone. They just went up into the air about a dozen feet and then went off like fireworks. And when I say fireworks, I mean the real deal, just without all the pretty patterns.
BIC: "Ain't this a [censored]," Combat Toy as it started revolving around on the ground thanks to Kefetasura's telekinetic push and Acid's gravity thingie. And since when the hell had Acid gotten a gravity gun?
"Wheeeeeeeeee!" Mini Bot shouted as it was hurled into the air, flipping end over end until it activated its jets and shot up into the air, eventually landing next to Lyden. "Did the boss win yet?"
"God damn it!" Toy cursed as he was thrown into the air, still clutching his egg. But at least Moonscribe's gravity field was gone, which meant that his anti-grav system could work again.
Which it did, with a vengeance. The mastermind suddenly shot through the air directly at the house. He managed to shift his flight enough to miss, but still went over the house and crash landed in the front yard.
"Now that's got to hurt," Solid Shot remarked from his perch on the edge of the roof coincidentally right above Essex.
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.
"Negative. Contestant victory pending, though Unit Lyden is unsure of why Toy Dispenser has not yet won." Lyden was staring with slight disbelief at his device, wondering how it was that an egg could have detonated but not burst- but, rules were rules- it was the last egg intact, above anything else.
Kaloaten, getting his bearings after a second teleport, managed to see Morsko dash behind the rock, getting up and following behind to see... the second rock. "Uhm..." He blinked, turning the second rock over to see if Morsko was beneath it.
"Sir!" Essex cried in concern, instantly jetting over the building with her own thrusters. "Are you all right?"
Healing light exuded from her busters as she frantically worked to repair the Mastermind, who was faceplanted quite neatly in the front lawn.
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"I'm...fine..." Toy groaned. "Did I win?"
There was a brief pause and Essex would probably realize he had just gotten a communicaiton from one of his bots.
"Nevermind. I guess I didn't," he said, pushing himself to his feet and looking at the shielded egg. "Damn but I do good work."
Back in the backyard, Combat Toy had finally gotten to its feet and was looking around for Morsko. Mini Bot was doing the same, having followed Kaloaten to see what was up.
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.
Pyro-Technis appeared to slide in behind Hal and Essex, smirking. "Ah, so you simply left when she began showering, and 'cleaned yourself'... Riiight... Probably some sick slang for--"
A resounding whallop was heard as an armoured fist met Pyro's bare face, sending him sprawling to the ground in pain.
"While I may find the look of your age differences disturbing, I will not let Essie's mind be infected with the unneeded comments of some random pyromaniac who CAN'T JUST LET ME SLEEP!"
"Hey, it wasn't MY fault you rolled around! How was I to know you would manage to roll directly into my flames?!"
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Morsko had thought himself very clever just now...until Kaloaten decided to turn him over!
Too susprised by this sudden action to do anything about it, the 'rock' shifted textures even before it hit the ground again, which greeted Morsko's jaw happily by ramming into it.
A slight crack echoed, only to be overpowered by a gurgle as Morsko farked up the now twice-done-in egg...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Uh oh, spaghetti-o," Mini Bot said as it looked down at the hocked up egg. "I think it's dead."
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.
"Affirmative."
That the pressure inside of it had likely only served to worsen the taste. Lyden moved Kaloaten aside to get a better look, and to make sure there was no longer any doubt about it- egg 19 had escaped its fate for a while, but now it was no more. That left only one signature on Lyden's remote, as it should have been: Toy Dispenser's number 11. Lyden spoke up once again, lacking the flair for showmanship the host of a show would probably be better suited to have:
"Challenge complete. Toy Dispenser has been awarded immunity status." He looked up at the slightly cloudy, mid-afternoon sky. "Contestants granted full use of mansion facilities prior to voting, to commence at 2000 hours. Unit Lyden advises a more thorough exploration of mansion facilities, east wing in particular." He stepped up to the big black GSR crate that had been inexplicably on the lawn for awhile. There almost seemed to be an explosion as he got one side of the crate open- he tumbled onto his back as various inflatable beach toys spilled out and automatically inflated. Beach balls, inner tubes, those godawful floating couches you could never keep upright, you name it. Dusting himself off and getting up in the pile, Lyden seemed a bit flustered- pretending nothing had happened, he wordlessly marched himself back inside.
The east wing of the mansion had actual fun stuff to do. Though a chunk of it was taken out of the first floor by the garage, there were three main attractions- the lab/workshop on the bottom floor, and the entertainment room and library on top.
The workshop didn't have any specialization to the devices in it, instead it seemed like it would cater well enough to the casual superpowered hobbyist. It seemed to be more geared toward diagnostics and repair than to actual experimentation, but there were plenty of tools and machines that would facilitate a small project or two. The manual overrides for the house's functions Lyden seemed to be able to control from his room were also here. Since the door to the workshop was directly across from the door to the garage, car repair equiment had been taken away from the elements and stashed in the room, cluttering it up somewhat.
The entertainment room seemed to have been designed by a gamer. A large TV, couch, and rack of consoles seemed to be the centerpiece of the room, with a few pinball and arcade machines lining the walls wherever a video game or movie poster hadn't been put up. A pool table was also present.
The library was exactly as you'd expect it to be- stashed with everything from medical texts to cheap romance novels. There seemed to be a fair collection of comic books and video game magazines, though. A section had been set aside for two publications in particular; a few years worth of subscriptions to a black and white newsmagazine called 'Death Illustrated', and several identically sized black books with no apparent title. In the back was a mellow looking screening room, separated by a curtain from the main library.
Back on the beach, Kaloaten went up to Toy Dispenser, still covered in sand and slime.
"...Can I have your--Ack!! Tomanton!!" Tomanton had grabbed him by one of his horns, and was dragging him off.
"Whatever you need to ask the winner, it can wait until you've cleaned yourself off and made yourself presentable."
"Egg! I want your egg to keep as a souvenir! Can I have it??" Kaloaten kept asking as he was dragged off.
Toy paused for a moment as though blinking and then shrugged before tossing the egg at Kaloaten.
"Catch," he said.
"WE WON!" Mini Bot shouted as it jumped up and down estatically.
"Damn right we did," Combat Toy said as it grabbed Mini Bot by its thin neck and walked over to Toy Dispenser.
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.
"There, there." Acid patted Morsko on the back, the very defeated-looking black creature lying flat on the ground, "Ya did well. Though I gotta admit that was pretty funny when he just picked ya up like that. Being a rock was just a little too good of an idea there, huh?"
As Acid helped his friend up, he took a deep breath of the ocean breeze, trying to decide what he wanted to do now. Normally, it'd be right back to plotting. They never really had anything like vacation time.
So what did you do on a vacation in the first place? Blow stuff to kingdom come...?
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Ah, wait, no, sir!!" Essex cried as she dove for the egg, catching it herself in midair. "You may compromise your victory!"
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Hallucinogen laughed as Essex struggled to catch Toy's egg.
"I doubt it works like that," he said, sighing with relief and sounding unusually happy. "But yeah, congrats, Toy. Better you than. . . some. . ."
"I cannot imagine who you might be referring to, Pharaoh," Moonscribe said as he landed beside Toy. "And I congratulate you, Pharaoh, well done."
"Hmmm, interesting," Moonscribe said, looking at the clamshell in his hand. Ignoring the contest completely now, he began typing with his other hand.
"Very interesting indeed," he muttered as he scanned the shell and Morsko in turn. "This was worthwhile after all."