Twilight's face contorted into a sort of grimace at this response. There was no life to be sustained from by the undead if he beacme damaged. Hopefully the atmosphere of the place would prohibit that damage from occuring in the ffirst place then... he was not pleased by this information as he felt there was more she was hiding, but he was a man of his word. Hmm...Well enough we suppose. Though it would seem you are hiding a bit more than you are telling us we are men of our word. You shall leave this dark place.....but first is something to remember us by.... He floated closer to her, to the point he was just outside her force bubble. You should know that down here I am everywhere... A black portal appeared in front of him and one within her force bubble. As he stuck his right arm in, it appeared to be slowly emerging from the other hole. The thumb of his glove glowed green and pressed against her forehead for an instant before quickly pulling away. There was a small burn mark on her now, but no real damage done. All went black for both of them. Well then......Au revoir. By the time the darkness faded she was standing back where she left, the IP checkpoint clearly in-view.
Twilight however, emerged standing next to Psycho in his normal dignified manner. "Shall we go? We've obtained what we asked.[/i]
"Holy Hell!" the shocked scrapper shouted at Twilight Radiation, "What happened, man? I come by here, all stealthy-like in case you need help, and suddenly the wall gives way and you're gone! I thought you were buried!"
He smiled suddenly.
"You know, I hope my concern doesn't cause you to suffer any indigestion. Whatever... In any case, yeah, I'm ready to go. Just, where to?"
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
"Go?" rang out a loud voice from the IP checkpoint. "Now why the hell would we be going?"
Combat Toy stomped forward towards Panzerfrau, his hands glowing a bright red and thick arcs of electricity crackling up and down his body. The brute slammed both hands together as he neared the mastermind in a very threatening display.
"'We' aren't going anywhere until Tankgirl here has paid for her crimes," he growled loudly. "You probably don't know what I'm talking about, but she's as nasty as any of the other Masters and it's high time I put her down."
Looking directly over at Psycho and Twilight, Combat Toy asked one more question.
"You gonna help?"
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.
Psycho13's eyes widened with glee.
"Hey! Got yer knife?" he asked to nobody in particular, then, in a different, gruffer voice, "Yeah. I got my knife."
He seemed to be ignoring the reactions of those gathered.
Again, he was back to his normal voice.
"Know what time it is?"
He drew his blades, pointed the one in his right hand at Panzerfrau and shouted in a voice that was like a merging of the two.
"IT'S STABBIN' TIME!"
With that, he started chasing the Master lackey while shouting "And we're stabbin'-and-stabbin'-and-stabbin'-and-stabbin'..." all while swinging and stabbing with his wicked curved blades. He was taking this way too seriously, not seriously enough, or he had entirely different goals in mind.
One of the swings cut Panzerfrau's sleeve, but didn't break skin. Still, it was damn close, and Psycho13 just wasn't skilled enough to have been so precise.
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--Meanwhile, with Jake and... Jake(?)--
((I'm putting this up as a good reason for us to leave Kaolin's character without outright killing him off.))
Kip felt something shudder on the aether. He didn't know what his friend was doing, but he was having entirely too much fun.
"We should probably get going..." he muttered to Jake, "Now."
He turned to Soul Striker, who seemed to have slumped to the wall. He'd seen the posture before. The posture of somebody who'd given up.
"Hey," he growled as he approached the armored hero, "Hey, you did what you could, man... Nobody's blaming you. Suffice it to say, you're not gonna want to stay here..."
Striker just sat there, staring into the surface of the roof. He was muttering something about failure and futility. Whoever that was back there he'd had to kill must have hurt more than he let on, even with his emotional outbursts, and this victim of the Masters of Mayhem only further seemed to drive him away from the cause.
"Listen, I can get you to relative safety," Kip whispered to him, "I know a place nearby that the Masters haven't found yet, and they think it's a bombed ruin. I can get you there and you'll be safe until you're ready to get back to the fight. Okay?"
He took Soul Striker's silence as a yes. After working to heft the guy up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, he turned to the Jakes (no, he doesn't know they're the same guy, but he has a gut feeling about it).
"I'm taking this guy somewhere safe. You tell me where you want to meet, I'll be there. Wait for twelve minutes. If I'm not there by then, I'm probably dead, so you know what to do."
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Twilght shook his head to the two fighting Panzerfrau and began to fly closer. "We said we would not kill her for her information. Though she gave to us little we are men of our word." He started to fly away when he stopped and looked back. "By the way....Leaving her alive may help us against Blightlord..."
Panzerfrau mocked the futility of hacking at her sheild. "You are all vools!" she spat. "Nozing vill bring zis down!"
'A minor problem that...' said a voice in the Master's head.
'Blightlord! Vhen I am back in mein base-'
'I'm afraid my time for you is short my dear, shorter than what you have left. I have things to accomplish. Now... What was that phrase again? Oh yes. 'Auf Wiedersehen.'.'
His dark chuckle resonated in her mind as light patterns flickered across her Personal Force Field. There was a brief flash, as if something shorted, and the bubble was gone.
In the blink of an eye, Panzerfrau whirled with her pulse rifle, shooting a burst directly into Combat Toy.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
"Who do you think?" Baalial retorted with rolling eyes as Block Bot entered the clearing just beyond the wooded line. Not two meters or so from the demonic attorney now stood the same dragon of green from earlier in Paragon, brushing imaginary dirt from its shoulders. Now, however, its height from head to toe now bordered on a mere three meters.
Beside the creature stood the figure of the martial artist, motionless as it had been since the battle with Panzerfrau's Flyer had started in earnest. Indeed, Block Bot almost instantly noticed it was a mere facsimile.
"Yes well, I suppose." the dragon answered Baalial with a gruff sigh, the demon obviously defending the use of the scroll in his hand (at least judging by the way he pointed at it again and again), "Just next time, do please give me a little warning ahead of time."
"Fair enough." the demon chuckled, "I'll admit that wasn't the most graceful of landings."
"I'm off balance right now." the dragon growled, spreading its left wing, an obvious discrepancy to the right in its structure, "That kink in my back's starting to get to me. Lesson learned: don't tackle the explosions of evil bases. It hurts."
"Words to live by." the demon smirked, turning back to Block Bot, "Now, did you want something from us?"
Baalial made no effort to hide his thoughts, his conscious mind throwing out whatever lay on the surface just like everyone else.
I guess Hotaka's got a point. We really do need to be more careful than usual. I'll make a note to Balthazar to change the summoning scroll into a delayed effect...
"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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"Lady!" Psycho13 shouted as he batted her rifle away, "I'm right here! Worry about me!"
With that, he dove toward her midsection, hoping to tackle her down.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
"Worry about me," Combat Toy copied as he ignored the laser bolt that still managed to splash over his right arm as he calmly reached forward and wrapped his right hand around Panzerfrau's head.
Some pressure and a discharge of energy later and the woman's head simply popped.
"May all such as you meet fates such as these," stated Combat Toy as Psycho tackled the headless body to the ground.
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.
"AUGH!" Psycho13 shouted, "Holy-freaking-bejegus!"
He backed away from the headless corpse and looked up to Combat Toy.
"As amazingly awesome as that was, man, I was kind of in agreement with Twilight over there that maybe we should have kept her alive. She didn't look too pleased that her shield dropped... Maybe... Maybe she'd outlived her usefulness..."
He picked himself off the ground, muttering "Man, I don't get what's going on here..."
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
"Well?"
"She is no longer a concern."
"Good. And Techno-Tyrant?"
"We found him entering his chambers with Silver Mantis. He should be busy for the next few hours cleaning wounds."
"Harlequin?"
"She's been spoken with, and promises not to interfere, as long as she get's what she's owed."
"And Knave of Spades is-"
"Still pushing for more forceful attacks on the Resistance. He is not taking the loss of his former partner well."
"And that he shall have. Let us begin. The world has a long night ahead of it..."
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Sybil paced impatiently across the control room as she waited for them to arrive. Her mind continually warned her of danger, but what that danger was, she couldn't say.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
"You don't know half of what she and people like her have done," retorted Combat Toy, his visor pulsing red as he glared at Psycho. "What I did just now is a mercy compared to the crap the Masters have been pulling for years."
His hand still dripping blood, Combat Toy started walking back the way Panzerfrau had come from.
"Now we better get back to Sybil's HQ. I expect the little witch will want to learn about what's happened. Follow me and I'll lead you to the RV I've set up with the boss."
OOC: >_> What am I supposed to do about Thule, now?
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.
Twilight was slightly annoyed in his voice tone now. "And what they've done will continue if their most powerful remain alive...You may have just stopped one of our best chances for a slight diversion to attacking Blightlord..." Twilight flew over to the now headless corpse and let his shadows envelop the corpse. "There is no sense however, in letting her go to waste.." When they receeded back onto Twilight the flesh was stripped of her bones, not a drop of blood remaining while the skull of the head was beyond deformed. Twilight looked slightly refereshed and possibly stronger. "You need to let go of personal feelings if we are to win this."
((I'll send AD a PM.))
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
Dusting himself off, Psycho13 followed glumly behind the machine. He looked over his shoulder, hoping to find a glimpse of his friend somewhere on the horizon.
"There's lots of ways to distract somebody," he muttered to Twilight, "We'll just have to come up with something new."
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((Huh? What am I supp-- oh, now I remember.))
Thule had placed himself in a bad situation with the paper-bomb. It was true that he couldn't escape from a bomb in three seconds, nor could anything short of a bullet or other objects faster than 20 to 50FPS. Sure, Thule could run fast, but he couldn't run /that/ fast.
But there was only the need to shield himself from the blast by simply turning away incase any shrapnel from the directional blast would scatter or if it misfired.
"How about right here?" Wirespike asked, waving his arm in a wide, horizontal arc. "It's about as good as anywhere else."
Jake absent-mindedly nodded in agreement, crossing his arms and turning his body in a different direction, giving the impression he didn't really care about the matter at hand, and had his mind on other things.
Kipland nodded to Wirespike and leaped into the distance.
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"Okay..." he muttered as he set the depressed hero down in his old bunk from the days when being a hero actually didn't mean too much more than being a cop, "The building above has been bomb blasted to Hell, so the Mayhem troops shouldn't be finding you. There's still some rations holed up in here from my raids... Military grade so they should last for a while before they spoil. Good luck, man. I hope we meet on some future battlefield as allies."
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Eleven minutes, thirty eight seconds from initial leap...
"Okay," Kip rasped as he landed back on the rooftop where he left the Jakes, "I'm back."
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
"And with twenty-two seconds to spare." Wirespike replied, smirking. "Come on, I believe we need to get to the Resistance headquarters, the location of which isn't exactly known to me."
Twilight shrugged in a sort of agreement with Psycho. "We suppose you are right. Now though it is best we head back to the Resistance base. The magical barriers there are strong enough to make it hard for us to pinpoint the location exactly for one of our disappearing acts so we'll follow you.
Twilight began to take slow steps toward Soul, though the scrapper was not his destination. It was his shadow. Twilight descended down into it as though there were stairs and by the time he was done a voice could be heard in the back of Psycho's mind. We'll be following you very closely indeed...
One by one, the Resistance fighters outside Croatoa felt a tug in the back of their minds as a teleport back to the base was offered to them. The tug was accompanied by a message sent to all. 'You need to see what is happening. Get to our nearest vid screen.'
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
When teh bright light of the teleportation singularity faded, Kipland and Psycho13 looked to each other. Kipland had, amazingly, been brought into the teleportation thanks to his friendly proximity to other Resistance fighters. Pscyho smiled to his friend, and the two approached a vid screen as ordered.
"How do ya feel?" Kip asked his friend.
"Pretty bad," the other replied sheepishly, "I can be pretty scary when I let myself go, and I just got a glimpse of just how bad that can get today."
"You kill someone?"
"Oh yeah, lots of folks, but not like I'm talking about. When i kill, it's quick. Relatively painless. This one... I'm not gonna be sleeping too well..."
Kip's eyebrow over his eye patch raised slightly and he glared at Psycho13.
"Well, you made your bed."
"You kill, too, Kip," Psycho13 replied darkly, "I happen to know not all of the Protectors you've fought in your career died because of Crey's killswitch."
"Yeah," kip nodded, "So, sleep well. In our world, the ones who die largely have it coming."
"Not like that, though," Psycho13 replied as he turned back to the monitor, "Not like that."
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((*pokes Khell again* 
))
"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 getting there, I'm getting there.
BIC: There was a brief sequence of almost simultainious flashes that heralded the arrival of Toy Dispenser and most of his crew. They had all heard the psychic message and withdrew toward one corner of the room, staying in a group.
Combat Toy, fists glowing red as his energy projectors gradually burned away Panzerfrau's blood, uttered a low pitched, very short blip of sound as he leaned up against the wall.
Toy Dispsenser responded with an equally quick but higher pitched blip as he shook his head. Small Toy and Large Toy started adding their blips to the apparent conversation as Toy interrogated them one by one.
If one could slow down what they were saying, then one would realize that they were arguing about what to do in Croatoa and where to hide the target now that they had it.
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The red light in the visor that served as Block Bot's eyes narrowed as he looked from the demon to the dragon.
"Who is that, how did he get here, and if it was magical, what assurances do you have that Blightlord has not noticed it?" shot back the annoyed android.
He also aimed a stream of nanites at the dragon's injury; it was hard to disobey what used to be one's prime directive, after 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.
"Just who are you talking too?" asked Block Bot in an annoyed tone of voice.
The android also scanned Baalial's area, both trying to identify if there were mutiple people there and in an attempt to read the demon's surface thoughts for any clues.
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.