Soul Striker kept running until he heard the voice of a woman,
and an unhappy one at that.
Lithanika:So. Why did you two just abandon that poor girl back there?
Soul Striker thought for a minute, "Ok, this is a woman, and she's ANGRY. How do you deal with an angry woman? I was never good at this...highschool didn't teach me well. Then again, highschool didn't teach me how to make this suit. Come to think of it, what DID highschool teach me? No no no, you're getting side tracked, what do you do to deal with an angry woman? Hmm, ok, I think I got it!"
"Well miss, in hindsight, it may seem like bad idea, however, it seemed REALLY good at the time. Plus, I mean hey, she told us to right, we were doing as she asked. Since, you know, wouldn't want to be too strong and make her feel like the 'inferior' gender and all. So, I stand by my beleifs in seeing that we did the right thing!"
Soul Striker had a little mental commentary as well,"It doesn't help seeing that somehow their gadgets are more powerful then my suit! Shouldn't let anyone else know that though, might make them think I could be taken advantage of..." Either way, it didn't look like it would benefit anyone if they stayed and all ended up being captured, all Soul Striker could do is hope that Lithanika realized that as well.
Thule dropped his Crey Pistol. He teleported out from the spines that Lithanika had used to try and trap him. He appeared right next to Windsong and pulled out his combat knife and held it at Windsong's neck.
"She comes with me, Brass." He kept the knife at her neck while searching though his vest for the beacon. If there were any questions on whose authority she was to come with him, that would answer the questions.
He turned to face Lithanika before teleporting off with Windsong as his hostage...
Psycho13 followed shortly behind the gold-armored individual. Immediately, his brain was struggling to put the pieces of the puzzle together. His old Committee Concepts programming kicking in again...
Mayhem Soldiers? An obvious Mastermind class meta-type operating so close to an urban area that was obviously NOT the Rogue Isles... Psycho13 could accept a lot of crazy things, even conceive a few more to add on to the list, but traversing the Atlantic from just off the Paragon Coast to the Etoiles without dying (even with super healing) was just ridiculous.
Still...
"Do you mind telling me where I am?" he called out as they headed down the tunnel, "And no... Please don't give me the witty retort of 'my home, a tunnel, or some other clap-trap... What city was that back there?"
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
"We're on the outskirts of what used to be Paragon City, Rhode Island, my fine friend!" said the man over his shoulder as he jogged down the tunnel. "And the tunnels you're moving through right now used to belong to a villain group called the Council."
Small Toy hopped into the tunnels behind Psycho13 and closed the door behind it before running to catch up with the other two men. Once again it remained just out of easy reach as it trooped along behind the hero.
"Please ignore the rubbish," the man said as the group moved past a side passage leading into a room that appeared to be full of wrecked and ruined Council robots. "I've tried cleaning the place up a bit, but there's only so many useful parts a Council warbot has and I have to put the rest somewhere.
"Ok now, we have kind of a long run, so let me monologue for most of it. You can call me Vendetta, on account of that's what I have printed on my calling cards. The quiet little guy behind you is Small Toy, if you haven't picked up on that yet. He's got more sensors packed into him than Black Scorpion had weapon systems, so don't try any funny stuff."
The trio were now passing various defensive installations, from pillboxes set into the walls to pop-out turrets that looked to have been to Hell and back. Some huge battle had raged through here some time ago, though who the attackers were wasn't certain.
"I'm going to assume you have amnesia or are from some alternate dimension, so I'll give you a little crash course in what's up. Basically, the Rogue Isles were taken over by some supervillain group called the Masters of Mayhem. They sorta came out of nowhere and took the place by storm. Various metahumans and superpowers tried to fight, but the Masters put things down with a ruthlessness even Lord Recluse hadn't shown."
The man stopped as he came to a large security door that blocked the way. The door was heavily scarred but appeared to be intact and certainly functional, as the man input a short code into a panel on his wrist and the door opened smoothly. Through the door was what appeared to be a defunct Council 'Blue Room' where the water supplies of large bases were stored and purified for consumption. But this room had had its purpose changed to something resembling a cross between a mechanic's shop and a living room, with repair gantrys sitting in front of a large TV and several cots sitting in a corner next to a couple of odd looking recharge racks.
"And then they came and took over Paragon," finished Vendetta as he motioned Psycho inside so he could close the door. "But what's really weird is that the rest of the world hasn't done a thing about it, leaving a small force of metahumans and regulars to wage an underground war against a bunch of bastards that have the combined powers of two superhuman nations behind them."
"Almost makes you wish you had drowned, huh?" added Small Toy as it stepped past Psycho and moved over to a repair gantry that was occupied by a large, pitch black robot getting it's arm welded back on by several servo-arms.
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.
Jake flew down to the group of heroes, hands in his pockets and his face in a neutral state. "So why'd you guys stop? I'm fairly certain Atlas isn't here..." After an awkward(sp?) moment of silence he mumbled, "Damn heroes and their formalities..."
"I'm Jake, I'm an Arachnos operative from some time in the past, and I'm here to keep this possibility of a future from happening. Now can we go to Atlas? It's my only lead as of now..." Jake sighed. It was always trouble working with these types, always stopping to contemplate whether past actions were right or wrong. What's done was done, and they needed to focus on the future if they wanted to survive.
"Well now, that's odd." commented the overly tall man, tapping his chin in thought, "I was sure I'd heard voices over here."
"Quite so." retorted the demon, though nothing seemed to be around the rocks anymore, "We didn't see anyone leave. Perhaps a teleportation process?"
"No air collapse."
"Right."
The two stood there in thought for a moment, pondering where the source of the voices could have gone. The secret hatch was quite expertly camouflaged (after all, it'd been put in by a professional), and even standing only meters beside it, there was no way to tell it from the ground without something like a metal detector.
Hollow spaces, however, couldn't be camouflaged.
"I have an idea." announced the robed figure as he bent down, taking a fistful of dirt from the ground. A dastardly smirk played across his half-hidden face when he got the answer he wanted. He turned to the demon again, "Tunnel. Now all we need is a way in. You allowed to do your soul-tracking thing?"
"Not technically." the demon stepped uneasily, "And I don't really want to bend the rules more than I need to. What about you? No Dragon Eye or like that?"
"I'll have a look." sighed the man, letting his hidden gaze wander over the ground until he found a little thermal trace. The rest was easy.
"How interesting." remarked the demon as he laid a hand on the hidden entryway and attempted to simply pull open the hatch...
"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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"One second..."
There was a buzzing sound. When "Vendetta" turned he saw the young man holding a pair of Mech Man claws and was furiously (and exceptionally quickly) tearing them apart.
"Don't worry, I'm listening..." Psycho13 muttered as the weapons fell apart, bit by bit, his head staying in place so his voice remained steady, "And as far as wishing I'd drowned, that's a painful death I wouldn't wish on anybody. Besides..."
He finished his deconstruction and held up a pair of the long, wicked blades the Mech Men were half famous for. Despite the lack of any kind of uniform, and clad in just tattered pants, the stern, angry glare that seemed to stare off for a thousand yards coupled with the weapons he held in a backhand grip (the tips of the blades reached just past his elbows) made him seem downright scary all of a sudden.
That is, until his face softened and he slid the blades into his belt.
"Sorry... I saw an opportunity to not feel so naked... In any case, a dead man can accomplish nothing," his tone was even and cold, "A handful of heroes, you say? I guess that makes me one more... I always hated Nineteen Eighty-Four... I hate milquetoast characters... Where do I sign up to fight?"
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Soul Striker jumped when he saw another man fly up the them, and quickly embarassment sank in for the sudden actions. But he also found himself a bit surprised to hear the man so casually say, "I'm Jake, I'm an Arachnos operative from some time in the past..." Soul Striker half stepped back in shock, but was more heavily hit hearing Jake finish his sentence.
Jake:and I'm here to keep this possibility of a future from happening.
Soul Striker's eyes went wide behind the visor, in a frustrated tone he said, "What do you mean this "Possibility of a future"?! Are you saying that this ISN'T an alternate dimension? We're in the future? You must be kidding me, did you get this from a comic book or something!?" Soul Striker's voice switched from frustrated to nervous, "Hey, guys, uh, can you tell me what's REALLY going on? Come on, no jokes!"
Despite Soul Striker's hard statement that the idea was fake, he had a voice in the back of his head saying, "Oh my god oh my god oh my god!"
Jake got a very anime-esque 'Idiot...' type look on his face. "I mean exactly what I said, this is a 'possibility' of a future, where the Masters of Mayhem have pretty much taken over. Doesn't mean it will happen, it means it can happen, and this is what's really going on."
"But anyway, I digress. Atlas. Now." Jake didn't feel like waiting around in this post-apocalyptic setting, and in addition to the fact that it wasn't his post-apocalyptic setting made him want to get through with it even more.
Cortianna gave Windsong a brief look, taking the time to memorize her psychic imprint before lifting off on waves of telekinetic force after the other three fighters. She gave Jake a lazy blink as she skimmed up.
Hearing Soul Striker's verbal decliaration, as well as his mental latiny, she gave the teen a smirk.
"Well, I know I was being sent to what was supposed to be a time ten years from my present." Hovering half a foot off the ground, the 18 year-old girl tilted her head before continuing with in amused tone. "And while Arachnos and I are in a state of... disagreement, I'm still technically classified by the barber poles as a 'villain'." Though she gave no overt indication, Cortianna mentally taged everyone's mind and braced to overwhelm them with their fears if the situation turned hostile. She'd much rather have her position out in the open and know where they stood then try and pretend to be a 'hero'. Such deceptions rarely worked for long.
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Heroes
When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
"Ten years, huh? Sounds about right." Jake said, glancing at the girl. "That'd make me about twenty five when this happens..." he muttered, chuckling. "That is, if I lasted that long..."
Struck by a sudden thought he turned back to Soul. "Wait a minute, I knew about Cortianna here," Jake said, hiking a thumb in her direction. "But you're not from this time? What's more, you weren't even aware that you were here? What kind of hero are you?" Before waiting for an answer, he shut his eyes and shook his head. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter. Atlas Park. NOW. Chop-chop. My memory's fuzzy and I can't remember for the life of me where it is."
"Where'd you pick up the pet, V?" grunted a deep, growling voice.
The large black droid stepped down from the repair gantry, rolling it's new arm in order to make sure everything was in order. Energy briefly flared from its hand, radiating from generators tucked into its oversized forearms, resulting in a pink-ish red glow.
"Have some respect, CT," Vendetta replied as he crossed the room to a bank of computers. "The guy just got here and already he wants to go kick some Mayhem [censored]."
"He doesn't look like much," shot back Combat Toy as it gave Psycho an arch look, managing to look quite disapproving while glaring down at the hero through it's visor.
"I don't look like much," said Small Toy as it fiddled with something by the gantries.
Combat Toy snorted and lumbered over to where Vendetta was bringing up what appeared to be a map of the city on the main screen.
"About your last question, come over here and look at this," Vendetta said as he started highlighting certain areas in red and green. "Green areas are ones held by the Resistance, red for those held by the Masters of Mayhem. As you can tell by the lacking of any yule-tide charm, the Resistance isn't doing that well."
"Maybe if they had listened to you about not trying to take and hold territory," Combat Toy huffed as it crossed its arm.
"Yeah yeah yeah, past is past," replied Vendetta in dismissal. "But anyway, if you're serious about helping me out, Caleb, then you can assist me on this strike I was planning on-"
Vendetta suddenly stopped speaking and looked toward the door they had all just come through. A small red light had just begun blinking at the top of one of the consoles.
"Ah [censored]," Combat Toy cursed. "Intruders. And here I was thinking this base would stay secure for at least another month."
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As the demon pulled at the door, it slid open effortlessly, grinding away with a crunching of sand in gears. The new opening in the ground led into a tunnel lit with the dull yellow lighting of long-lasting emergency lights.
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 grinned. Already it was time to fight. He approached the door before the others.
"Lest you think I had something to do with this," he said in a low monotone, "Would you mind if I took the first crack at our new... 'guests?'"
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Soul Striker was a little annoyed at this, while he was book smart, common sense wasn't too common for him.Hearing that they were only ten years in the future did little to put him at rest, leaving him to think. "They went through that little time, and already my suit is almost obsolete to this new villain gear? Back in the day my suit was based off to help the PPD hard suit agents, now it's like I'm demoted to "cop" in this time period!"
On top of that, he found out he didn't like Jake much , well, at all for that matter.
Jake:"But you're not from this time? What's more, you weren't even aware that you were here? What kind of hero are you?"
Soul Striker fumed at this, as he was about to rhetort Jake cut him off with, "Nevermind, it doesn't matter. Atlas Park. NOW. Chop-chop. My memory's fuzzy and I can't remember for the life of me where it is."
Soul Striker had turned red with anger from this, "No one, talks to me like that!" He said to himself.
Walking up to Jake he put his hands on his shoulder, "Now look here buddy, first of all, I didn't CHOOSE to come here, I was SUPPOSED to fight a pack of freakshow and be done with it. Right now, YOUR pissing me off, and if anyone's an idiot, it's YOU for mocking me kid, because if you don't up and apologize right for your remarkably rude insults, ESPECIALLY if you want us to take you for a ride. Now in the next five seconds I'm going to have to take this foot of mine, and shove it were the sun don't shine if you don't give me a "sorry" or a beg for mercy."
When it came to being mocked, or something at his intelligence, especially when it came to being a comment about being incapable of something, Soul Striker had no tolerance, and turned out to be remarkably impulsive, with that determination it was near impossible to deter him from something rash.
"Hm." the tall man commented as he leaped down into the hole, catching the drop with his knees, "I'd expected...something more lively. Do you think we're right here?"
The demon didn't respond for a moment as his wings caught on the edges of the rather small hatch, cursing in forgotten languages until he finally managed to writhe himself out - much like a cork from a champagne bottle.
"Well, that was amusing." he commented, brushing imaginary dust from his suit, motioning to his left-behind briefcase to follow, "And I'm not quite sure. I mean yes, secret underground base, obviously, but it's in major disrepair. From what the files said on the Masters of Mayhem, this can't be one of their facilities...could it?"
The tall man but shrugged as the two proceeded down the passage, the demon's briefcase following in a slow glide and back into his hand...
"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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((Gah! Stupid intrawebzz!!!))
Entity looked between the female, then the flier, then the new arrival, then Obsidian, then the air, sighing. "Obviously. I managed to get myself into the biggest mess in existance, and I don't even know who is what and what is where and..."
Looking at the man running again, he shook his head. "Go now, think about stupidity of situation later."
With that, Entity Restorer began after the man that had freed them, checking behind him to ensure that no enemies would strike from behind.
((Apologies for the drawn out post, and another apology to Burning for not posting after agreeing to but I needed time to get my character's accent right....I'm horrible at accents in RP writing.
Oh, and if you don't want to read the extra stuff you can skip to the last part of the next post separated by the tildes.))
Within a dank damp dungeon of a stone castle, a boy floated within his cell, lying on his back as if there was no such thing as gravity. He looked to be of the age of 12 or possibly 14 but if you were lucky, or unlucky depending on the circumstances, enough to deal with him youd know he was no human and the limitations of human mortality could not touch him. He wore nothing but leaves which gloved his hands and feet and covered his shoulders and thighs. His skin was tanned, which seemed to blend well with the green moss that grew over other parts of his body, mostly his lower body and legs. His other distinguishing features would consist of bright green runes tattooed down his tanned back, around his shoulders and on his chest, long imp ears, a pair of small thorns protruding from his head and through his long green hair as well as a brown monkey-like tail that would make it obvious he was descended from some sort of magical being.
His cell looked quite plain to the normal eye but to a mystically trained eye, barrier spells were caked on every inch and in every corner of the cell and even on the debilitated bars of the door. He tried to take a quick nap before figuring out how to get himself out but his plans changed when he heard footsteps. His pointed ears perked at the sound and his form faded from the visible plane. When a dark haired girl dressed in martial arts attire and a bit of defensive padding stepped up to the cell door, the boy reappeared, this time next to the bars. Jinny! the boy cried. Get me out of here! Please?
The girl rolled her eyes, Arainn, I told you. My name isnt Jinny, its Jin Lei
.or just Lei.
Sure, acourse, the mysterious boy laughed in an obvious Irish accent. Yer here to pull me out, eh?
No, Lei answered tersely. Wheres Hyun-ki?
Aye, youre ere for Kenny? Well I can lead ya to him but I cant very well do that from inside here, Arainn said with a smile.
Lei sighed for a moment before striking one of the bars with a pinpointed finger and followed up by backhanding the same bar which caused the rest to bend and fall apart. Arainn once again disappeared then faded back into view behind Lei. A sweet lily for the sweet, he whispered in her ear as he placed a delicate yellow flower behind said ear.
Lei just grumbled and pulled the flower from her hair and tossed it to the floor. It only took a second more for the flowers stem to sprout woody thorns and wriggle about as if alive. Lets just go before another swarm of Karamatengu get here, Lei growled and followed behind Arainn.
Whassat? Those wind blokes are here?
With a nod, Lei answered. Howd you think I snuck inside? Apparently, your sister is out on business so Im guessing she left Hyun-ki unguarded, no thanks to you, Lei hissed to the horned boy.
Hey, I never said Id risk me own neck when he begged for help trackin down that blasted vigilante. Im the kicked dog here.
Soon, the two were outside of a pair of tall double doors. When Lei pushed them open, the room was tall and spacious, and the stone walls and floor had a distinct static about them. Look, theres Kenny, Arainn called out and sure as fact, a long haired glasses wearing young man was hanging in the air by special symbols that set his whole body aglow. I recognize those glyphs. Seems Tara has been snoopin in mums notes again. With a wave of his hand, the glowing letters cracked and shattered, allowing Hyun-ki to collapse to the floor.
Hes unconscious, Lei cried and sprinted toward the inactive Hyun-ki only to freeze in her tracks went something blocked her path.
An innocent looking black cat in a golden spiked collar dropped down from the high ceiling and landed on its feet before her. It stared unassumingly at the girl so long as she didnt take another step. Oh bullocks, its Marcus, Arainn sighed , Ive got an idea. You fend off the puss and Ill get Kenny to safety.
Pft, no way! Lei cried, You got him in this mess so Ill make sure Hyun-ki isnt hurt and you take care of your sisters pet.
Well, I suppose
.anythin for a bird like you, Arainn grinned and winked. Lei rushed to her friends side and began hauling him away while the black cat scowled at her with his menacing yellow and green eyes. Now now, Markie. I know youre guard cat and all but I dunnot think its safe here anymore, ya keen? Of course the cat didnt listen and hissed angrily at the boy. Crimson energy began to spark and jump from the cats collar which soon consumed its whole body. Oh boy. Giving up on reasoning with the beast, Arainn gathered a handful of seeds that budded from his fingertips.
As Arainn flicked the seeds in a hailing barrage at the creature, the cat grew larger and taller in a manner of moments. At first to the size of a full grown man but its growth continued. Now possessing the features of a cat and a man with a spiked metallic collar and a chain wrapped in an X across his chest as well as faded and dingy black cloth pants with a few deep purple patches, Marcus growled in a feral manner after his transformation was complete but it was a second too slow. Marcus was ensnared in a mess of entangled thorny roots and branches. No play, Marc growled in an animalistic voice.
Im sorry, Markie, but if youre plannin on acting like a bloody loon then Im putting you in time out
permanently. At Arainns feet, a large bud sprouted and stretched up from the stone floor toward his hand. When it bloomed into a lush purple flower, it presented him with a parchment which he opened and spread along the ground.
As he began chanting the words on the paper, he thought about what he was doing. Having dealt with so many big shot tech heroes, he didnt need much luck to get his hands on some juicy info, such as schismatic and passcodes to Portal corps labs. It was almost childsplay to get around that place with all the traffic in and out of their portals. Arainn even had a chance to borrow some of their tech to pay off a few favors but more importantly, peek through a few portals to see if there were any fun places to play around. He managed to stumble across a place he thought was an alternate dimension where a group called the Masters of Mayhem ruled. From what little Arainn could see, it was a horrible place where the environment was a mess, only patches of trees scattered, the oceans horribly polluted and the air dark and foul.
The first thought that popped in his head was, What apes these no use Masters of Mayhem are! If Tara were here
Then it hit him. He began devising a plan to trap or trick his sister, Tara, to come to this alternate dimension. With her compulsive need to balance nature and no Council of Mystic Beings bogging her down, Tara would have a field day causing hurricanes, tidal waves, droughts, earthquakes and the like that would shift the balance on a global scale. And more importantly, she would be out of his own hair so he could go wherever he pleased and enjoy using his powers. It didnt take him long to prepare a spell capable of summoning a portal wherever he pleased to get said job done.
Bullocks, Im not even sure if this summon will work a second time
Oh well, Ill scheme up something new for Sister dearest hehe, he laughed to himself meniacally. The portal that was summon wrapped itself around the cat man whos anger was apparent by the lightning that was jolting from its jet black fur and his feral snarling and clawing. No need to be embarrassed, Im bleedin deadly with me spells. Dont think of it as losin to a boy, but think of it as being outsmarted by a bang on senior sorcerer.
The portal began to warp the black feline until he erupted in a surge of lightning which incinerated the roots holding him. Although the portal was consuming his body, Marcus did not leave that plane but instead pounced on the unfortunate dryad boy. Arainn was tackled to the floor under an electrified claw. The boy spasmed and jolted from the current of energy through his body and eventually fell unconscious under the punishment. When he noticed his prey was subdued, Marcus let his over charged fur disperse the electricity through the air but that energy was the only thing protecting him from the portal spell so was promptly sucked in but not alone.
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Aye, me head is poundin
. Arainn groaned when he finally came to. When he finally pushed himself upright, he only took one look around the unkept buildings around him and then glared angrily at the little black cat that was sitting silently beside him. You bold little puss! Ya werent suppose to take me with you!
Wherre are we? the cat asked in a surprisingly moderate human voice but youd still be able to tell it was from the tongue of a feline.
Far from home, I can tell ya that! Arainn answered back. And guess what, he continued with his hands on his hips. Marcus looked up with intent yellow and green eyes and listened. Yer master aint here, youll be fendin for yerself, you wont be getting any tuna for dinner and dont expect me to scratch that spot behind yer ear that you fancy so much. The cat let go a distressed meow and he began to pout. Now dont start yer bawlin. If were ever planning ta get home, Ill need your help. Ya keen?
Marcus simply nodded and awaited orders. The prospect of never seeing his beloved mistress, Tara, again was a very frightening thought to him. To say the least, little Markie is easy to manipulate.
Well, lets take a peek about. Ill take an eagles eye around and find directions. Stay put, Arainn ordered and glided up through the air. Above, he could see a group of mostly armor clad men racing toward one of the war walls. He silently vanished and a few moments later slowly materialized behind the cautious Entity Restorer. Pardon me, lad. Would you mind explainin where we are? It wasnt difficult to keep up with the group but he was growing curious about where they were hurrying to.
Arrow looked back and forth at everybody as they argued, introduced, then argued some more. Finally, he shut his eyes tight and shouted. "Everybody just shut up!"
There was an awkward moment of silence. He looked from one person to the next. "Okay, I think I know what's going on here, but it shouldn't be happening. We stopped the moment when they were supposed to start their take-over." He knew that made no sense to the others, but Arrow had to say it out loud for himself. "Either way, that lady back there told us we need to get to Atlas Park. She must've had a good reason for it, so I say we keep going."
Without waiting to see if the others followed, but definitely hoping they did, Obsidian Arrow began running in the direction of the gate out.
But when they neared the tram, they would see it was heavily guarded by Mayhem soldiers. Crates were being loaded and unloaded constantly along the ramp. They would have to go around and use the other way in.
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
Marshall Brass stared for a good few minutes at the spot where Thule had stood. He finally bent down and picked up the beacon, turning it over to see the Mayhem symbol, and a small AT down next to it.
He bowed his head for a moment, then held the beacon up in his palm. He closed his hand into a fist, crushing the solid metal object. Brass let the crunched parts fall to the floor and walked back toward the flier. "Let's just get out of here before Frau checks in."
The other soldiers seemed to wince a tad at the name before being teleported back into the flier and whisked off to their leader's base.
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When Thule returned to the underground base in Perez Park, he would find two Carnage-class soldiers, the former Hunstmen of Arachnos, waiting. One took Windsong inside as the other gave out the payment.
He handed Thule a briefcase filled with the Masters' currency, similar to the dollar bill, but with the scowling face of Elitist printed on it. All in all, the sum was close to one-hundred thousand. "And this," said the Carnage soldier. He handed Thule something reminiscent of a wristwatch. "Activate this to summon aide. It's good for five charges. Any Mayhem soldiers in the nearby area will respond. Speak with Elitist if you need more work."
Then the soldier entered the base, and the door slammed shut, locking tight.
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
With a distressing crack, Lithanika stretched and let the spines retract back into her body.
She followed Obsidian Arrow silently.
((That's a lot to digest. I'm kinda lost as to who's there.))
((Have to wait for the others to catch up. I decided to keep going, assuming no one would stay behind and to prevent dragging this bit along.
The other way around is the Atlas gate inside Steel Canyon, in case anyone wasn't sure what that meant.))
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
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Walking up to Jake he put his hands on his shoulder, "Now look here buddy, first of all, I didn't CHOOSE to come here, I was SUPPOSED to fight a pack of freakshow and be done with it.
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Jake nearly burst out laughing at this, only restraining himself to a snort and an enormous grin on his face. "Freakshow? So you're not even supposed to be here. That just leaves me to think that you're really not cut out for this assignment."
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Right now, YOUR pissing me off, and if anyone's an idiot, it's YOU for mocking me kid, because if you don't up and apologize right for your remarkably rude insults, ESPECIALLY if you want us to take you for a ride.
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"I'm not going to apologize for stating the truth, and I'll just tag along anyway, doesn't matter if you guys want me to or not. Besides, I don't believe that you can viably speak for the entire group, now can you?" He smirked.
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Now in the next five seconds I'm going to have to take this foot of mine, and shove it were the sun don't shine if you don't give me a "sorry" or a beg for mercy."
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"I'd really love to stay and kick you [censored], honestly, I would, but we have priorities. Now for the fourth time.ATLAS. [u]NOW![u] Let's go, come on people!" Jake was growing impatient, this amateur hero was going to cost him the mission if he didn't learn to deal with his personality.
(( From now on I'll act like a normal player and use italics for when characters have mental thoughts or monologues.))
Soul Striker was not used to being told no, not because he was spoiled as a kid, but more because there was no one ever around to tell him no. This would be visibly obvious, had he not worn his mask. Looking how Jake was unwilling to back down, he was actually considering going through with it , having never had to go beyond a threat when dealing with 2-bit villains. There was a few seconds of respect given to the Arachnos operative, as he thought to himself, "So, he DOES have a spine after all, that's something new..." But it quickly faded away after the further rhetorts said by Jake.
Jake:"Freakshow? So you're not even supposed to be here. That just leaves me to think that you're really not cut out for this assignment.I'm not going to apologize for stating the truth, and I'll just tag along anyway, doesn't matter if you guys want me to or not. Besides, I don't believe that you can viably speak for the entire group, now can you? I'd really love to stay and kick you [censored], honestly, I would, but we have priorities. Now for the fourth time.ATLAS. NOW! Let's go, come on people!"
Soul Striker's hands formed fists at his side, "I'm this close to killing him...Okay, count to ten backwards...10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. " Soul Striker let out a deep breath, and released the grip on his fists, then took a look at the cocky kid again, bringing back a hint of frustration.
Half moaning, half talking normal, Soul Striker said, "Yea, whatever...let's go, guys, wait up!" Soul Striker slapped Jake in the back of the head, and started running to catch up with Obsidian and Lethinika, looking back to Jake he said, "You coming or what?!"
"What the-" Lithanika commented as she felt herself getting lighter. Looking at Windsong, her eyes widened. What was this poor girl doing? Could she possibly be that foolish and-
"No!" Lithanika's anguished cry could be heard as she was pushed away. Growling, she planted her stilettos into the ground, ignoring the heat friction created, struggling against whatever force was repelling her.
"I'm a Soldier of the Legacy." She grunted to herself, as she resisted the Windsong's push. "I do not give up!"
However, as soon as the force had been applied, it vanished, leaving the Scrapper in the midst of two others. Giving them the eye, she said harshly, "So. Why did you two just abandon that poor girl back there?" Her body coated itself in grey spines, and she looked quite menacing.