Footsteps echoed through the building, mold and structural damage evident as the cloaked figure moved. The hood over his covered eyesockets was pulled down so far, it seemed anybody with normal sight would not be able to see.
Then again, Blind Messenger never was one for being normal. Especially in this situation.
For quite a while now, Blind Messenger, Dr. Shimmer, and Experiment 3.0 had been on the same team, aiming to destroy Experiment 2.0 with their combined forces. However, lately, the armoured hero had been able to halt every plan the three had come up with and put into action.
Tension was beginning to grow, to say the least.
Blind opened a door, which immediately fell forward, throwing a cloud of dust upward. The necromancer sighed, bending over, picking up the door, and placing it back in the doorway. He continued walking, dusting his cloak off as he went. He peered through the crumbling walls, barely seeing glowing red lights similar to that of robotics.
"He-lloooo Shim-Shim!" Blind yelled, stepping through the wall. A few Protector Drones turned toward him, the protective red glow not leaving their scanning eyes. "...Wow, you guys look pretty creepy... Hey, Shimmer, you wanna come out here and tell your little minion-things to stand down?"
"No, I don't think so." a cold voice spoke from a floating screen. The Protector's vision shut off, simply scanning for the entity Blind Messenger so as not to capture any footage of Shimmer. "You see, I am tired of aiding you in your insignificant little magical explorations, and recieving no satisfaction in return, vis a vis, Experiment 2.0's death."
Blind looked at the screen for a moment, seemingly raising an eyebrow if it weren't for the fact that his head was skeletal, and chuckled slightly. "That's pretty funny, Shim-Shim, but we all know you can't lose an amazing asset like me, so why don'tcha call them off and we can have a nice cup of strained blood?"
"Hehe... Funny little man, aren't you?" A few combat Battle Drones then fell through the roof, capsules releasing. "Unfortunately for you, funny isn't good enough."
With that, the 'bots began firing, the lasers cutting right through the necromancer's form like a knife through butter.
However, the cloaked form simply began chuckling again. "Bad move, geek..." With that, the skeletal form exploded in darkness, tendrils lashing out and pulling various robotic minions into a portal of doom. The limbs of the bots were ripped from their bodies, and their bodies ripped in half then.
"...I should have assumed that would happen. It ALWAYS happens. Okay, close every entry to the building."
The building's doors were instantly sealed by forcefields, just as the real Blind Messenger got to the front door. "Damn." he muttered, glancing around quickly and spotting a few more battle drones crashing through the roof again. He fired a skull-spell, disintegrating the first drone it hit. Next, he threw a cloud of darkness up to the next floor.
Rolling backward, the capsules barely missed smashing him into the ground. However, after release, two undead Knights jumped down after them, slashing wildly. The robots blocked the blades easily before the second blade on each sword shot out, hitting each drone in the head.
However, the zombies were quickly destroyed by a flash of light known as a Photon Grenade from the rifle of the Assault Prototype MK III drone. Blind went reeling, the light not only blinding him, but also dissipating the dark essence within him temporarily. He groaned, looking up as much as he could, only to see darkness.
"Subject: Blind Messenger. Performance: Disgusting. Purpose: Idiocy. Cure: Death." the MK III unit spoke, aiming the rifle at Blind's skull. Right before he was able to fire, however, a blast of dark energy sent the drone into an already damaged wall, causing it to collapse. A bunch of debris covering the Assault Drone, Blind began assaulting the pile with balls of dark energy until the field began shimmering weaker and weaker.
Eventually, the force-field was deactivated, allowing the necromancer to run outside. However, a cloud of dark energy appeared, pulling him behind a building quickly. "N00b. J00 alm0st go7 j00rs3lf n0tic3d by t3h 3v1l b0tz. H4ng h3r3 for a m1nut3." it said sagely, the smokey form gazing around at the surroundings.
The blue eyes in the cloud went up and down, signifying a safe nod as Blind dashed across the abandoned King's Row street. A quick glance showed three Assault Drones scanning thre streets, awaiting Messenger's arrival.
A few words of incantation...
...And nothing happened. He grunted in annoyance, speaking the same words. The dark servant simply sighed. "War-walls. Can't get to the Rogue Isles like that."
"Great." Blind muttered, putting away a newly retrieved scroll. He glanced upward, only to see a red and white flyer overhead. "...Longbow. Crap."
"Yeah, they look 1337." the servant mused, floating around pretty happily.
Blind glanced around, eyeing the walls for any sign of weakness. The only 'sign of weakness' was a door guarded by PPD security. He groaned. "Great, how am I supposed to get past them?"
As if on cue, three battle drones landed in front of the guards. They fired their rifles, the leader calling in for backup. Two Longbow Eagles came flying down, blasting the drones into oblivion. They organized to hang out as cover for a while. Blind groaned again.
"D0n't worry, I g0t th1s." the servant assued him. With that, he flew forward. Tendrils of darkness whipped out, slashing the Eagles' jetpacks from their backs. They then retaliated, pulling their rifles from their backs. Firing their bullets into the dark cloud caused it's essence to fade slightly. Skulls and blasts of darkness fired toward the guards while the dark servant took down the Longbow, forcing them to retreat, picking their jetpacks up and blasting off.
Blind, meanwhile, was causing the guards the guards to see their greatest fears.
"No!!! Don't hurt my little girl! NOOO!!!!!!" the leader screamed, seeing his six-year-old daughter having her throat cut open by a terrifyingly strong Skull. It seemed his family had been killed by a group of the thugs.
"Oh my god! MOM?! NO!!!!" The other guard's fear...
"Mom and Dad?! EW!!! OHMIGOD!!!!"
...You don't wanna know.
Blind dashed through as the guards were pulled into a dark abyss by some fearsome tentacles, flying through the Siren's Call area on a shadowy platform until he finally reached the entryway.
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Blind finally sat down at his mystical desk, sighing.
"Well, that was... Fun?"
"T'was 1337." the Dark Servant corrected, floating down a hall.
"Fine. It was leet."
"1337. Difference."
((Prodiguy = master of comedy. 
Sorry Hal, but even you can't break the 4th wall like he does. 
))
"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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((*/deepbow* */deepbow*. Yes, that is my only addition to this thread other than my posts.
Y'know people, just count yourself lucky my last post for the second Scenario was lost. It had Bill, the gender-confused guard, an annoying co-worker, and even more sibling idiocy between Jenny and John Fisher... Ballard. Same thing.))
OOC: I like the way you've set things up so far, Samuel. And I think I'll give you a brief break to recover your literary urge.
...
Tomorrow. I'm going to be too sleepy after I finish writing this one.
Side note: Whether: Not weather.
Another note: This has been influenced by Devious's story. Thanks Devious.
BIC: The giant hulk of a space freighter slowly drifted forward toward the donut shaped central ring of the deep space research station. One of five rings surrounding the central combination research/power core, the middle ring was the largest and functioned as the primary docking facility of any ships that had business there, such as the freighter carrying supplies for the station and the couple of Federation Defense Ships that were currently covering the freighter.
The sleek frigates had already scanned the freighter for any hidden weapons or explosive devices and sent aboard inspection crews for a more hands-on search. After passing these inspections, the freighter had been cleared to dock and unload its supplies. After the umbilical cord from the station had connected to the relatively tiny crew area of the freighter, a much larger, depressurized bay opened up and began deploying several cargo haulers to drag the supplies in.
"Tell McAllister to hurry up," the sergeant of the door guard said to the navy rating that was lingering nearby for just such an occurance. "We haven't got all day and I hate staring at his ugly mug while I have to check the supply list."
"Aye, sir," the rating said and reached out to trigger the compad set into the wall. He arrested his motion when the red light above the airlock door changed to green, indicating that the seal had been pressurized and was occupied.
"Belay that," the sergeant growled and stepped forward to slap the open button himself. "I can say that to the old buzzard him-"
The sergeant's comment was cut off abruptly as the door cycled open to reveal the blank whiteness of the connecting tube. The man's eyes widened briefly in shock and his mouth gaped open to shout out a warning, but all that emerged from his lips was a strangled gasp. Glancing down, the sergeant saw a long and bloody slash carved into his chest and the flickering after-image of a spindly arm pulling itself back.
Burbling unhappily, the sergeant slowly toppled backwards. His last vision was of the navy rating's head rolling across the floor toward him, the man's visage forever surprised.
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"Guard post neutralized," hissed a voice over the comm. channel.
"Federation frigate Malthun's Glory self-destructed. No life pods launched," clicked another.
"Command deck secured, distress signal confirmed being launched."
"Federation frigate Faultless captured. Minimal structural damage. We are bringing her around to dock C."
"The raid appears to be a complete success," said an insectoid garbed in cruel looking light battle armor and equipped with equally nasty looking wrist scythes.
"High Command will be pleased," responded an even lighter armored insectiod. But although he carried less visible armor, it was much tougher than that of the first alien. A large backpack gave him a slightly hunchbacked appearance and this combined with a pair of flaming blue, multi-faceted eyes gave him a rather menacing air.
"Indeed they shall," nodded the lesser Itikil, or Space Pirate, as his race was collectively known as. "All we have to do is recover the research core and be on our way. We have even captured an entire ship. It will surely serve to bolster our fleet."
"We need every ship we can gather thanks to that accursed Hunter and his habit of destroying our bases," growled Granash. "And without his interference, I would not be stuck on such a miserable, routine assignment like this ra-"
"Alert! Alert! It's the Hunter! The Hunter is here!"
"This is Faultless! We have incoming ships from sector H4! Almost an entire battle group!"
"The Hunter is heading toward the core! I'll hold him off as long as I-!"
Granash reached up to adjust his respirator mask and cast a lazy glance at the pirate next to him. The pirate repressed an unconscious shiver at seeing the three-fingered hands, so different than the normal pincers of an Itikil. But Granash had been exposed to the mysterious element Phazon and had been heavily mutated as a result.
"Pull all forces back to the core and concentrate on getting it out and too the frigate. Have the Field Captain lay doggo until we have to leave, he should be safe with the bulk of the station shielding his signature," the assassin ordered as he twisted his wrist scythes to ensure that they were on tight.
"It shall be as you command," the Lesser Commander said as he started loping off, Itikil had never been high on military curtosy like salutes.
"Let the hunt begin," Granash hissed to himself, his mandibles twitching in a smile.
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Granash's energy scythe skittered off the energy shielding of the orange and red armor of the Hunter as he ducked under a concussion missile. The Hunter twisted to one side and swiftly snapped his leg up to kick Granash in the jaw as he slid past. The pirate pulled his head up to lessen the force of the blow and then slid on his knees across the floor past the Hunter before jumping up and firing off his Galvanic Accelerator Cannon.
"You again," the Hunter said in his electronically masked voice as he crouched under the bolts and rapid fired a flurry of energy bolts at Granash.
"I thought I got rid of on Altima Prime when your explosives took out the entire fuel dock," the Hunter continued as he rolled to the side to dodge another barrage and countered with a bright yellow super missile.
"A day or two in the medi-pod and I was as good as new," Granash snarled as he contorted himself to avoid the missile and then charged forward in short hops from wall to ceiling to wall.
"And here I was prematurely adding another kill tally," the Hunter continued in an almost bored tone of voice as he fell back and then surged forward, tackling Granash to the ground and slamming an orange armored fist into his face.
Granash brought both legs up under the Hunter and pushed, shoving him away long enough for the pirate to roll out from under him and stab viciously as his helmet. But instead of humanoid armor, Granash was confronted by a three foot tall ball that was just small enough to avoid his strike.
"How many does that make then? 567 instead of 568?" the Hunter taunted as he rolled backwords, dropping several small glowing bombs in front of Granash. As the space pirate fell back, shielding his eyes from the explosions, the Hunter unfolded himself and nailed Granash right in the chest with a missile.
"When I kill you, all of their deaths shall be avenged!" Granash roared as he tore off a section of plate that was conscricting his breath and swiftly assembled a deadly looking rifle that had glowing blue lines down its sides.
With a loud crack the rifle fired, carving through the air and slamming into the Hunter's shoulder, knocking him to the ground and causing his shields to flare brightly.
But even prone, the Hunter had teeth, and proved this by firing several bolts of pure plasma into the armor on Granash's legs, causing the pirate to cry out in pain and leap onto the ceiling, dropping his rifle in the process.
"I'm guessing you're going to run away now," the Hunter said as he got back to his feet and started firing continuously as Granash dodged, gradually moving further away.
"As much as I would like to kill you here and now, I would prefer to survive a while to savor the taste of victory," Granash shot back as he slipped into a side corridor and started running.
"We'll run into each other earlier than you think!" the Hunter shouted after the fleeing pirate. "The bounty on your head is getting pretty high!"
Snarling to himself, Granash slipped through the station, now devoid of any other space pirates, and boarded the captured frigate. The freighter was long gone, blown to shards by the approaching Federation battle group, but the frigate was yet unseen. Barring catastrophy, the pirates would be able to escape, prize and objective intact. But Granash silently cursed the Hunter for the umpteenth time and even added the yet unknown figure who had leaked the plans for this raid to the Federation.
Someone was going to die for this and the Hunter would have to wait.
OOC: Sorry this turned out as a Metroid Prime fanfiction more than anything else, but Granash doesn't fit well in CoV and I really wanted to write something for him.
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.
OOC: Alright peeps, let's see if I can get this right.
Situation Four: The Betrayal
Your character and one other person (either one of your other characters or a hero/villain group NPC that's working with you) have finally cornered an enemy that's been hounding you for weeks. The guy is really slippery, but you're pretty damn sure that you've got him this time. You can have cornered the guy anywhere, but I would recommend the sewers. After you and your friend fight through the guards, you encounter your target, issue dramatic monologues, and then get shot in the back by your 'buddy'.
Why the guy betrayed you is up to your interpretation. He could be mind-controlled, is a double-agent, or secretly really hates you, whatever.
Whether you win, have to run away, or lose is up to you, naturally. I'm making this much more loose than the other three situations, so dion't worry about making all sorts of stuff up, as long as you include the betrayal. Please add an OOC comment or two about what you think of my version of things, I'm sure Samuel will appreciate any suggestions, as will I.
Enjoy, folks.
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.
((GAH! No...must...restrain...fingers! For...another...thread! Dammit, mustnottellmustnottellmustnottell...))
"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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OOC: I'm reserving space now for my post later! =X
The Ambush... (Long)
Janice Carlisle was a woman with a very short life expectancy. She was a former project leader in Crey industries and she had turned against them. Much of the evidence she had given the Justice Department as well as Hero Corps proved to be quite damaging to Crey's subsidiaries and some ancillary branches alike but Countess Crey's battery of lawyers time and time again kept the Countess and mother corporation's image legally unsullied.
Constant threats and attempts on Janice's life by "rogue" elements kept her on edge but she was determined to do what was right in her mind.
Though she was one voice, she spoke for many others who lacked the courage to come forward. Some of those still made contact with her. Dropped hints about things to be "looked into", names, places and dates.
It was through her that Sentious received some unnerving news. Mark Lawson a friend and colleague had survived the lab fire he'd read about a month ago. The fire, funeral and everything had been staged!
He had to know why this was done and where Mark was now. His only lead was a Crey transport in King's Row, 10:00PM tonight. That was all Janice had time to tell him.
Though this was a very personal matter Sentious knew he needed help. King's Row was a big place even for a superhero.
He needed eyes everywhere and didn't have too much choice about tipping his hand, so he called in a favor from PPD. If any of their patrols spotted a Crey truck to contact him.
Sentious left the station and teleported along the rooftops of the city. He stopped on the roof of a warehouse in the garment district. Sat on the ledge to watch the sunset. He was ill at ease.
He called all of his other contacts, especially those he regarded as friends and spoke with them about everything and nothing. Each in their own way thought this strange behavior from Sentious but had too many concerns to let it weigh too heavily with them.
It was dark now and Sentious nervously awaited any news. He began pacing the roof when the call came in, "Inbound blue Crey delivery truck from Skyway City. Headed towards the Industrial area" Sentious sent a confirmation and was off to meet them.
PPD kept constant reports coming in when just passed the transformer towers all communications ceased. PPD had to abandon their tail due to a massive wave of clockwork scavenging and rioting in the streets.
Sentious teleported by the area and saw that it was worse than the broadcast said! There were clockwork everywhere! They were assembling a Paladin and were on full alert. The Hero channel was flooded for calls to help for anyone who would respond. Sentious scanned the streets frantically for the Crey truck. All he saw were Clocks swarming over any and everything metal. It was a nightmare! Skulls, PPD and Longbow fighting, shoulder to shoulder and back to back just to survive.
Sentious saw 3 officers and 4 civilians pinned against a wall facing a whelming tide of Clocks. He screamed internally as he knew they'd die if he didn't act but he had to find that truck!
He tapped the gas canister on his belt and breathed in the gas mixture that augmented his mental abilities. He watched as his body faded to the ethereal. Then teleported to those in greatest danger. He summoned 3 spectral warriors to draw off the attackers from their human prey. There were wounded. He concentrated drawing a healing curtain of radiation on the wounded and began teleporting any people he could find to roof tops, out of harm's way. His warrior illusions would being to fade soon and there were so many people to save. He spotted what appeared to be some sort of command bot. He focused his mind. It resisted. He pushed harder and succeeded in confusing it to attack its former allies. Other heroes began to arrive on the scene. He began to breathe a sigh of relief when panic siezed him. Where was the truck!? He ran to the edge of the building and through smoke and flame he saw an overturned, burning and partially stripped Crey transport. His heart sank as he teleported in.
As looked around he saw wreckage from the truck and Clockwork strewn about but no bodies. As he picked through the refuse he noticed a partially uncovered manhole. "Maybe, just maybe they made it down the rabbit hole.", He thought to himself. He decided to remain invisible and hover as to reduce his chances of being detected while looking for traces.
The sewers were dark, dank, odious and altogether unpleasant. He wondered how anything chose live down here. Areas like these were home to horrid things like Vahzilok, Amoeba and Hydra. Chills ran through him as his mind's eye contemplated these living horrors. The radiant gas that had infused itself into his being augmented his senses such that he could see in varying frequencies. Silently he drifted on through the corridors through the deafening roar of the surging sewer drainage and runoff to a broader quieter control area.
Something was wrong. Even with his augmented senses he couldn't penetrate the darkness that now surrounded him. Then he heard it. The sounds of the flood gates closing. Before he could react he realized he couldn't move. He was trapped. Then he heard it. Softly at first but growing more distinct as it drew closer. The casual splashing of footsteps as if after a rain. Then a small light. A match lighting a cigarette. A face. "Mark?....Mark! It is you! What happened? What's going on?!"
"You know me?" Mark said between puffs, inhaling languidly. "Ah but of course you do, as I know you or rather knew you. You call yourself Sentious these days, correct?"
"Well our time is short and as a last personal gesture I'll try to satisfy your curiosity. In brief I and others were not what we seemed. The Rikti are not what they seem. When I realized that I sought to help them. I and others were branded collaborators. Traitors. Well due to our prominent position in the government as well as the scientific community we proved to be something of an embarrasment. Public accusations and trials would damage too many reputations so the government. Your government staged a graceful exit for us. Unfortunately for them our friends found me first." Just then the room was filled with intense light, numerous Lost and Rikti.
"My friends have been intrigued by how the irradiated gas had transformed you and when our link was discovered, well it was just a simple manner of planning. A few leads here, trades there, but you get the picture. So now here you are. Satisfied? Hmmm?"
Sentious heart and head sank simultaneously. Behind Mark's smooth sinster voice he heard the ominous thrumming of the Rikti blasters trained on him. He was being held in some sort of gravity well. Obviously he could be seen so he became corporeal again.
"Ah! That's better!", said Mark. "Shall we begin with the examination then? Oh I should warn you that this will hurt. Quite a bit I'm afraid. If there's anything you'd like to say while you can?"
Sentious head remained tacitly bowed. "Nothing? Very well then." Mark said turning on his heel as Lost captors seized Sentious by the arms. As they removed him from the field Sentious screamed and teleported to the ceiling. Looking down he emitted a bright flash, blinding half of the room. He dropped, splashing down into the muck covered floor. The Rikti soldiers raised their weapons to fire but stopped and began to cower in fear confonted by some awesome spectral terror. A Lost swordsman charged at Sentious weapon held high cutting him deeply and sending Sentious sprawling into a wall. The swordsman advanced on the run again for the killing blow. Just then he was stopped and assaulted by 3 phantom warriors. Sentious blanketed himself with healing radiation, when he heard the flood gates unsealing. Mark was escaping. Sentious gave chase leaving another spectral terror at the exit point. He could hear Mark running ahead. Sentious breathed the gas deeply and focused. He was now moving so fast that he left a standing wake. He overtook and tackled Mark as they tumbled in a heap. They had stumbled to the very entrance of the sewers. "I have you now" Sentious said. "Do you now?" Mark quipped as three Rikti teleported into view.
Before Sentious could react, they turned to Mark and fired, killing him on the spot. The look of shock and surprise on Sentious face was matched only by its mirror in Mark's. Then he felt it more in his head than he heard it. "We are not what we seem". With that The Rikti and Mark's corpse faded from view.
Sentious left the sewers, but that night, that memory has not left him. He's not sure why, but he feels he'll see mark again.
Shell game: Arc_ID:417344: It can't be good for humanity if the Circle of Thorns, Banished Pantheon and The Vahzilok are making deals.
A Final Solution: Arc_ID:402587: Earth is under stress. Every being she has spawned and some she hasn't want to possess her. Some of her children believe they have a way to put a stop to this and bring a peace.
OOC: Hmmm.. I like the idea, especially continuing with Temporal Strike. Honor amoung assassins, I think not 
@Kedeawyth
Co-leader of Vae Victus Sinistus (Freedom/Infinity)
Virtue
Exorii: Lvl 50 Kat/Elec Stalker, fully IO'd, T4 Incarnate
SG: Hands of Ashra
"Three..." Experiment 2.0 muttered, his spine inside the handle of a wooden, arcane door.
"Two..." Liquid Burst returned, his arms pulsing with green and blue energy as he waited for the door to be pulled open roughly by Experiment, his mentor.
"ONE!" they shouted simultaneously, Experiment ripped the door off and Liquid Burst firing balls of energy inside, dissipating the enemy ghosts quickly and easily. While they battled, it seemed zombies came in waves to slow them down.
The only time it did as it was meant to do was when one zombie, only recently deceased, turned out to be a crabby old guy who had just commited suicide to get AWAY from the world.
Experiment found this funny, and stopped to laugh at his misfortune. Liquid destroyed the zombie again, 2.0 moaning in protest, and they continued.
It didn't take long to arrive at the Tele-Chamber, where Blind Messenger and D4rk S3rv4nt sat, plotting. At the sound of the main door opening, Blind's head turned, while the Dark Servant simply dissipated. The necromancer smiled as he rose.
"Ah, Experiment, and the little boy who could... shoot water at people. How nice of you to come in! Please, have a seat, some candy for the kid!"
"Why, thank you!" Experiment exclaimed, only to have Burst smack him in the back of the head lightly.
"No. We're here to take you in, Messenger, and we would appreciate it if you would come quietly."
"Hmm... I think not." Blind responded, firing a ball of dark energy at the two. Experiment dodged to the right while Kevin to the left as it exploded, tendrils ripping outward and pulling random furniture into it.
Experiment glanced over to Kevin, who was having trouble with his Energy-Bands. They were shimmering with the green and blue lights, but every few seconds, they would shut down, and he would have to smack it.
Experiment sighed, leaping over his cover, spines at the ready. He was FINALLY going to get--
A ball of pure energy smacked into his armoured chest, sending him colliding into a wooden box, and therefore, into unconsciousness.
"...Crap." Kevin muttered, glaring at his Energy-Bands, which had gone off without warning. John was teleported away, Messenger chuckling as he disappeared also.
"0WN3D~!" The dark servant yelled right behind Kevin, disappearing as a fistful of energy attempted to strike him.
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"...Mff...." Experiment groaned, his eyes opening ever so slightly, looking out into a cave filled with rooms. Every room had a magical force-field around the door, shutting the inmates in.
Or, they would, if he weren't the only inmate.
"Ah, you are awake!" Blind called, causing 2.0 to look up. Blind Messenger was staring... Well, actually, he was staring at an empty cell. 2.0 waited a few moments, and Blind repeated what he had said earlier.
D4rk S3rv4nt, meanwhile, floated to Experiment's cell. "S0rry 'b0ut him. H3 n3v3r w4z v3ry g00d at t3h wh0le 's33ing' th1ng." he apologized in his own special way. He then surrounded Blind's head, allowing the Necromancer to see. He peered around to spot 2.0 raising an eyebrow in the cell three stones down.
"...Ah. Well... Aha! You're awake!" she shouted again, this time actually looking at Experiment, and KNOWING he was awake, "I have been awaiting this day! The day I trap the 'genius' known as Experiment 2.0 in a cave that he has no way out of! For you see, hero, nothing but a form covered in darkness can exit out of these cells!"
"...Really? That's all?" Experiment asked, standing and shrugging. He concentrated for a moment before a cloud of glittering darkness covered him. He stepped out of the forcefield, and grinned as he turned to Messenger. "Wow. That WAS all!"
"...You... Have dark powers?"
"Yeppers, and you are screwed!" Experiment cheerily replied, spines extracting from his wrists quickly. "C'mere!"
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After a brief fight and a few shouts of 'D4t 0wnz3d.' and 'AAH!!! NOT THE FACE! NOT MY BEAUTIFUL, SKELETAL FACE!!!', Blind was being transported to the Ziggursky Prison, D4rk S3rv4nt was sent hovering toward the prison to free him, and Experiment dusted his hands off.
However, stepping out of the 'Hall of pretty lights,' as he called it, had him face-to-face with Kevin.
"Ah, Kev-o! Where didja go? I wanted to beat your face in!" Experiment said, a little too cheerily.
"Your friend is quite 'in-the-dark' right now, hero. I have control of his body, and now, you will die for trying to destroy me!" Kevin spoke, his voice raspy and ghostly.
"Hmm... You can't be that annoying smokey thing... You aren't speaking in a different language... N0 m4tt3r H0W 1337 it iz... And you can't be Blind, because A; He isn't a ghost, and B; he is not as smart-sounding as you..." Experiment appraised, only to hear the one controlling his sidekick sigh.
"Read upward, heathen."
"...^.>" Experiment... Uh... Did? The ghost was kind of creeped out how one eye managed to point up while he kept another eye on him, but he quickly forgot it. "Ah, a ghost..."
"Yes."
"K."
With that, shadows covered Experiment's fists, slamming them into the teen's stomach. The ghost instantly was thrown from the body, the dark power shoving him out. Although, Experiment didn't REALLY have to punch... He just wanted to.
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"Ooow...." Kevin groaned, trying to sit up.
"Nuh-uh, Kev," Jenny scolded, pushing him back down. A sickening, quiet crunch echoed in Kevin's ears, but it seemed nobody else heard it. After he didn't rise (Not by choice), Jenny smiled. "Good boy. Now, you sit here and regain your strength. I'll be back with your juice later."
As Jenny left, John peeked in. "Hey, you okay there, kid?"
He walked in, raising an eyebrow as Keving didn't reply. Of course, it is kind of hard to reply when your lungs feel like they were crushed. (They would find out later than Jenny's over-average strength from hanging out with John in heroing a lot had caused his lungs to only be SLIGHTLY damaged. So little so, in fact, he would be fine.
...In a few months.)
"Listen, kid, sorry about punching you and stuff... I really didn't mean to cause you to need a transfusion, and several tens of stitches. The spine ACCIDENTLY shot out." Experiment apologized... In HIS own little way, only to have Kevin groan his response. 2.0 took it as forgiveness. "So, did you want anything when I go to the store?"
Kevin groaned once again, and John took that to mean 'No thanks, John ol' buddy ol' pal, I really think you deserve to get yourself something for trying to save my life. I know for a fact that you wouldn't REALLY try to hurt me, even if I AM dating your little sister, and, even though I am, in your mind, nowhere NEAR good enough for her, and you hide it, I thank you immensely for giving me a chance to 'get with her.''
Then, of course, Experiment got angry at Kevin for EVER saying that, and the poor kid got punched in the stomach again.
OOC: Thanks! Although Temporal Strikes exploits seem a bit more deliberate in terms of TCB . Sentious would have to be pushed into "offing" peeps. Having read TS's style Sentious would likely welcome her in a fire fight but would steer clear of her socially for fear of risking any offence. He's a careful guy. 
I do have other heroes that would likely go "painting the town" with her though! Different speeds and all.
Shell game: Arc_ID:417344: It can't be good for humanity if the Circle of Thorns, Banished Pantheon and The Vahzilok are making deals.
A Final Solution: Arc_ID:402587: Earth is under stress. Every being she has spawned and some she hasn't want to possess her. Some of her children believe they have a way to put a stop to this and bring a peace.
Hm... I don't really have any characters ready for a story like that... None of mine are betrayers, even with psychic powers involved. Granted, it's a compelling idea, and I have a group of characters that might work, but I haven't even begun to think of an appropriate storyline for them...
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Another "How would you handle it moment...."
Trust:
In your travels you've teamed with lots of people over time. Now for some reason 3 former team mates and you find yourselves on teamed up again ostensibly to rescue a someone. Your mission is to bring them back, someone in your group plans on taking them to another organization. Someone else plans to kill them. Some one else has moitves that are unclear, capture, kill them, torture them, kill everyone, kill another member of the party or expose a traitor, do nothing, who knows?
You only know about this because a contact warned you to becareful before being assasinated. This mission is too important to pass up and there is no time to investigate this further before the mission begins...
Shell game: Arc_ID:417344: It can't be good for humanity if the Circle of Thorns, Banished Pantheon and The Vahzilok are making deals.
A Final Solution: Arc_ID:402587: Earth is under stress. Every being she has spawned and some she hasn't want to possess her. Some of her children believe they have a way to put a stop to this and bring a peace.
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OOC: Thanks! Although Temporal Strikes exploits seem a bit more deliberate in terms of TCB . Sentious would have to be pushed into "offing" peeps. Having read TS's style Sentious would likely welcome her in a fire fight but would steer clear of her socially for fear of risking any offence. He's a careful guy. I do have other heroes that would likely go "painting the town" with her though! Different speeds and all.
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oh sorry for the misunderstanding Chatman. I was actually talking about the situation, my comment just happened to be below yours, and possibly correspond to it (sorry I haven't read any of the 4th situation posts yet).
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OOC: Thanks! Although Temporal Strikes exploits seem a bit more deliberate in terms of TCB . Sentious would have to be pushed into "offing" peeps. Having read TS's style Sentious would likely welcome her in a fire fight but would steer clear of her socially for fear of risking any offence. He's a careful guy. I do have other heroes that would likely go "painting the town" with her though! Different speeds and all.
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oh sorry for the misunderstanding Chatman. I was actually talking about the situation, my comment just happened to be below yours, and possibly correspond to it (sorry I haven't read any of the 4th situation posts yet).
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No worries! Open written forum coincidences are quite common. Thanks for the clarification though. Looking forward to your next tale of daring-do! 
Shell game: Arc_ID:417344: It can't be good for humanity if the Circle of Thorns, Banished Pantheon and The Vahzilok are making deals.
A Final Solution: Arc_ID:402587: Earth is under stress. Every being she has spawned and some she hasn't want to possess her. Some of her children believe they have a way to put a stop to this and bring a peace.
I like this idea, and thought we should keep it going...
However, I can't just make this a *bump*, so I guess I should add a puzzle...
Hm... I'm new to this, so it'll be simple...
You have achieved your original objective (Rescue, Assassination/KO, Item Theft/Recovery, etc.). However, you now have to make your escape and are surrounded by the enemy. They know you're there, but not necessarily where. As such, they will be looking for you.
Parameters for everything else are up to you, cave network, open field, top floor of a tall building, ninjas, guards, security systems... whatever your heart desires, just so long as you start at the end of the "Last Mission" (figurative: it may not necessarily be the last scenario you wrote) and work back to the beginning of it (or find some other way out, it's up to you!). As far as I've seen, these challenges have had many liberties taken with them and work more as story-writing exercises anyway, so have fun!
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
I think you are still adding too much detail.
It is enough to say that you are to meet a trusted contact at a warehouse and are ambushed. You can detect the ambush or not. Once you escape the warehouse there are more hostiles in the neighborhood.
The scenarios should be utterly open for interpretation.
Being the ambush could be just Skulls for lower level characters or Malta or your own fictional force for higher level characters.
The object is to challenge yourself by adding whatever you need to make the situation difficult or challenging.
People should also not be afraid to fail a situation if their character isnt suited for the purpose.
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Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly