A weird purple flicker suggested that Energon X was rolling his eyes. "Oh no. Please don't stick me to the floor so I can't... y'know, shoot you or anything..."
Thankfully, Poe's abrupt reversal had pulled the Tesla Cage trajectory back just far enough that the multicaging didn't hit E-X, and the blaster calmly raised an arm, readying a sphere of power at the end of his fist that would snipe Poe from clear across the club and plaster him against the wall, if it didn't punch him clean through it.
Just have to be careful not to peg Fraenir with this... shouldn't be a problem, though, I'm good enough to nail Poe even if Fraenir's in mid-tackle. He shrugged and let fly.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((Hope ya'll don't mind if i join the chaos))
"What the hell?"
From his perch behind the railing on the top floor of the Villain side another superpowered patron was shaking his head.
The rather hansome looking man stood about six feet tall with an athletic build. Wearing an expensive black blazer over a button shirt and slacks he looked like some sort of businessman.
Despite how ordinary he may have looked the man was hardly your average human.
The biggest tell was the eyes; the moment he caught sight of Poe the man's eyes flickered a strange blue black.
Suddenly dark energy coalessed around his body. Completely ignoring the rules of the club he leapt from the balcony and tackled Poe midair.
((...This is the second time someone has gotten in the way of my assault against Poe...
Stop Doing That! 
))
Global - @El D
Servers - Protector
Flaming made a BIG mistake.
He thre fire at Poe.
FIRE.
The arsonist merely grinned as the wave of fire washed over him harmlessly, leaving not a hair out of place.
"If you're going to breathe something, throw something, and explode in storms of it, you'd better be pretty damn resistant if not entirely IMMUNE to it..." He muttered under his breath.
Then came the conundrum with Fraenir and the new man.
If the man hadn't leapt for Poe, Fraenir would have actually scored a direct hit, but as it were, Poe did not like being tackled, and made a minor course-adjustment to his flight path. The new figure completely missed Poe.
And as it were, he collided into Fraenir, who WOULD have gotton Poe had the othe rman not interfered.
Worse yet, Energon X had fired off his bolt before Poe had peroformed the course correction, (which in itself had taken less than a second) so now it was aiming to collide with both Fraenir and the stranger. Poe, in the meantime, was a few scant yards away from the villain-side elevator doors, which were conveniently open at the moment...
To try and deter anyone should they choose to follow, Poe dropped two acid motars onto the ground as he passed by. They both swiveled about on their stumpy leg struts and aimed at the nearest enemies-Fraenir and the strange man.
They both shot acid grenades at the pair.
Murphy would have been proud.
"Oh, no you don't." Energon X growled. The stray sniper blast was going to peg the idiot who had fouled Fraenir's tackle, so the blaster didn't give it a second thought.
Instead, he ripped out the Frankengun he used as backup and launched an LRM Rocket through the open villainside elevator doors, ignoring the bouncer's ineffectual protests.
If Poe was lucky, he'd just be blown back out through the open doors, shaken up but relatively unharmed.
If he wasn't lucky, he was going find himself sharing the elevator car with what was essentially a detonated micronuke, a storm of fire, thunder... and enough concussive force to leave his eyeballs dribbling out his ears, forcefield or no forcefield.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Power Breaker, still in Poe's way, (and not a little angry that his cages couldn't stop the guy) side-stepped to ensure he'd remain in the lunatic's path. His hand crackled and an arc of red electricity shot out of the air to impede his path...
Only to stop halfway and fizzle out.
He looked around and noticed the waiter standing next to Lt. Briggs wagging his finger.
"What?" Breaker asked, failing to comprehend the logic behind forcing a failed attack.
He'd have to talk to the DJ later.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Fraenir saw Poe move, then all he saw was some dark mass of shadows in the air right before he collided with it.
Then Fraenir got and idea. He grabbed the onto the man that was covered in shadows.
"I grow tired of Interruptions!" Fraenir roared, as he made a quick 360 turn in the air, and threw the shadow covered man at Poe.
This left Fraenir in the path of the acid grenades and Energon X's bolt of energy. And while the acid of the grenades just marred his scales slightly, E X's bolt did more.
It ripped a hole through Fraenir's wing, causing him to suddenly drop to the club floor with a roar of pain. After lifting himself from the dance floor, Fraenir concentrated his internal energies while fighting the pain of the blasted wing.
Then the pain seemed to have dulled. Fraenir flexed out his blasted wing, and looked at where the energy bolt had gone through it. A new wing membrane had started to grow, and had almost covered the hole that the bolt had caused.
Then he turned his attention back to the elevator.
((Squiddy, where has Inky gotten in all this? Still hiding?))
Global - @El D
Servers - Protector
((Ouch... this is gonna hurt! If Darkvapor hits full on, Poe's gonna get punted into the elevator to share space with a rather sizeable 'kaboom'. And yeah, where did Inky go? I would've thought she'd have some stake in where Khel went...))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((She knows she's in way over her head, and she's hiding in the bathroom, since that's where Khel was last))
@Dragonistic
Unless I'm quoting someone, EVERY SINGLE post above is QR.
<----Female
Dragonistic, Kheldragon, Ink Dyne, KheIdragon, Squiddy Attack
Total level is about 149.
EVILCAT
SEZ YOUR COMPU-TAR TASTE LIKE CHIKIN
Upon seeing Poe veer off course the shadow figure also changed course.
Twisting and controting his body in midair he was barely able to get off a snap shot at Poe before being tossed by Fraenir.
It was actually a good thing Fraenir had thrown the man. It appeared that he was a very powerful brute and the fact that he had just changed direction so violently he would probably hit Poe with enough force to knock the Husk Lord into the elevators.
That couple with the dark energy around his fists and the massive amount of it inside him would probably make for one hell of a punch.
((... I'm guessing that Darkvapor hasn't noticed he's sharing airspace with a rather unpleasant-looking missile? E-X' LRM Rocket?))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((At this point he's kind of berserking anyway.
It's a lot like tunnel vision.
Of course he's going to be rather pissy when the missile goes off))
Of course, Poe was already in the elevator by now, so the man just landed solidly on the floor.
That didn't change the fact that there was a rocket heading his way.
Poe quickly pressed the close door button, and in the process of turning around, saw the rocket.
"Shi-"
The explosion rocked the D.
When the smoke cleared, most of the elevator had been blown away, revealing the elevator shaft. Poe was nowhere to be seen, although he had left behind a fine pair of cracked blast goggles hanging from some sparking wires. They were coated with what looked like black ooze.
Darkvapor disappeared.
And reappeared in the elevator beside Poe at the last second.
"Hello Husk Scum!"
He grabbed Poe by the shoulders and teleported the two of them away simultaneously, before Poe could teleport himself.
They would reappear back inside the Pocket D, on the dance floor.
Darkvapor's hands flared a dark black.
"Time to die."
The waiter was holding his serving tray up protectively to shield Lt. Briggs from the blast. They were both, surprisingly, unscathed. Several other waiters, similar in appearance to him, were doing the same for other patrons who were not involved directly in the mess.
"How unfortunate," DJ Zero, the waiter next to Lt. Briggs, muttered, "I was really rooting for you guys, there. Perhaps, next time, you'll let me handle the issue. Ah well. Now... To fix this mess..."
With a snap of his fingers, the damage was gone. He was also in his proper outfit and making his way for his sound stage.
"I should thank you, Power Breaker," the DJ muttered on the way, "First time I ever heard Poe mention he didn't want to come back. He probably will be back, sometime, somewhere... But at least my patrons and I get a moment's respite. I'd say that's worthy of a drink on the house."
Power Breaker arched an eyebrow at the DJ.
"I'll... I'll have to take you up on that some other time," he grumbled, "I think I better start going after him..."
"The heart does what one must," Zero replied neutrally.
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Kip was busy doing damage in unique fashions now. First, he would throw a group of chairs and tables against each other, then grab a table and use it to shield himself as he dove headlong into the wreckage. The crescendo was amazing, meanwhile, Kip was singing...
"Lay down on my back I can't sleep 'cause I'm foaming... Eyes in my teeth I can't see 'cause I'm eating. Head full of noise I can't think 'cause it's crushing... Back on my feet, like a freight train I'm coming... Can't ehhhvreeeebahhhhhhdeeee feel like eyyyyyyye doooooooooo? Can't ehhhvreeeebahhhhhhdeeee feel like eyyyyyyye doooooooooo?"
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Of course, Poe hadn't teleported out of the elevator, so Darkvapor could hardly have teleported above empty space to tackle him in the first place.
Poe had tried his little static trick again, and this time, it HAD failed.
He drifted out into the shard, beyond DJ Zero's influence, and beyond most realms of help.
It could be millions of years before he reformed, but of course, time within the D and time in the outside world were not always on the same track with each other, and sometimes, one track could drift ahead of or behind the other.
Thus, Poe managed to escape. After rotting within an infinitely large prison spread out across uncountable bits of matter. NOT the most pleasent of experiences. If Poe had been pissed before, now he was a mushroom cloud laying waste to everything.
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If Power Breaker went up the elevator, he would have seen a trail of trickled black ooze heading in the direction of the Sharkhead isle door. Little did he know it was essentially impossible for Poe to have pulled that trick off unless he could exist in two places at once...
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And finally, Kip's efforts succeeded.
The hero-side bar shattered into trillions of glowing blue ones and zeroes, but most important, Kip and Khelly were free. The open space seemed to act as Zero Gravity, so it was easy enough to move about...
The various anti-virus programs backed away uncertainly from the new gaping hole blasted in the wall of the system.
Darkvapor looked around the dance floor.
"I don't know how he got away..." he muttered, hands still covered in dark energy, "but when I find him..."
He looked around the room. "I need a drink." With that he headed for the nearby hero bar. He decided a good dose of alchahol would be sufficient enough to help ease him through the hatred he was feeling at the Husk Lord.
When he reached the bar he asked for a pitcher of beer. The waiter raised a quizzical eyebrow, but upon seeing the strange glow in DV's eyes he just shrugged and reached behind the bar for a pitcher and filled it with the amber substance.
"Keep 'em comin." Darkavpor called back, a smile cutting across his face like a knife.
Little did the bartender know, Darkvapor was actually serious about the request.
"Fly me to the moon," Jonas sang as he walked toward the trail of black liquid. "And let me play among the stars," He reached down and scooped up a handful.
He flipped his cell phone open and drew a rune on the screen. "Yo, Shaakti I got some of that Husk ooze crap you wanted. Sending it now," Jonas's right hand began to glow and the substance winked out of existence.
"I'm heading after the trail, I don't report in within the hour call Morin and tell him he can have my crap." Jonas flipped the phone closed as he headed toward the Sharkhead door. He opened it and walked outside.
"Hey POE!," He said knowing the villain would be no where around, "Catch!" He flung the silver capsule into the air and watched as it winked out of existence.
If the Husk Lord took enough time to look at the symbol on the capsule he would notice it had changed from an H to the DWC symbol.
Jonas smirked to himself and walked back into the D. He knew he would have to try to smooth things over with Zero, and it would probably end in a temporary ban in usage of the D or pulling some janitorial duties for awhile.
Man those toilets are gross though!
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
((Vapor, if you intended to snatch Poe away from the explosion, you might want to make that clearer in your post, but I'm pretty sure that Diov intended for Poe to be pretty thoroughly gone))
"Well, that worked a little too well." Energon X muttered as crackling tendrils of energy from his outstretched hand vapourized the last shreds of Poe's webnade. He shouldered the frankengun, holding it lightly and relaxing as he heard the faint whirrings and clickings that announced the nanofactories inside were busily producing another rocket. It was a useful tool, but kind of a tempermental one- having it work right on the first try was always a pleasant surprise.
The Blaster headed over to the flaming wreckage as he holstered the weapon, but paused when DJ Zero reconstituted everything, altering course to fetch up next to the Zero Avatar with Power Breaker, and arriving just in time to catch Power Breaker's declaration that he was going to go after Poe.
"If you have some means of tracking that little loon, I'm coming with you. He's got Kheldragon someplace, and I'm not sending Inky home tonight without her (surrogate?) mother." He said, then nodded to Zero. The DJ always made him... uneasy... thanks to his ability to see energy fields. The smiling disc jockey wasn't what he saw... or at least, not all of what he saw.
"Apologies for the blast." he said shortly, "But there was little time left, and I was running out of options... especially since people kept fouling my shots." E-X raised a cynical eyebrow at Zero. "Poe got out, as you know. But the teleport trace was... sloppy, at best, and probably hurt more than the blast did. And I'm pretty sure it left something behind. Any chance I could have it?" he asked, holding out a blue-gloved hand for the heatbaked goggles Poe had left behind.
Then he turned his head slightly. "And don't worry," he added as an aside to Power Breaker, "I'm rather more careful about collateral damage when there aren't any godlike transdimensional entities around to take care of the backlash/"
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All this was interrupted by a slight cough and the sound of things cracking. Above their heads, embedded in the wall just below the second-level heroside bar, a mostly humanoid figure was struggling loose. This accomplished, it dropped free and adjusted the magnificent, vaguely military-ish hat that had somehow survived the blast. It (he?) grinned with a mouthful of teeth that would have made Bruce the Shark green with envy and ambled over to the blueside bar not far from where he'd landed.
Lounging onto one of the stools next to Lt. Briggs, he draped a casual arm over her shoulder and commented "Whoo... vun moment, I is comink down in de leedle elevator-car, and de next t'ing I know, de vorld goes *BOOM!*" he finished, throwing his arms wide and expressively for a moment, before returning one arm to Lt. Briggs' shoulder. "Hyu guys really know how to t'row a velcome, dohlink!" he said as the grin broadened.
Horowitz the Jager had arrived.
((some explanation is necessary, I suppose... this is a good example of a couple of Jagermonsters/Jagerkin.
As to what is a Jagerkin is... well... take a fight-loving combat monster- all but indestructable and superhumanly strong. Give them green skin, pointy ears and a mouthful of incredibly pointy teeth.
Add a fun-loving personality that's not too bright (although Gorb in the example given is a bit on the dumb side even for a Jager) and a generally cheerful (if a bit overly fond of mayhem) outlook on life. Top off the whole thing with a Germanic accent so thick you could cut it into blocks and build things with it... then have them speak in what seems to be a New York dialect of some sort for no clearly defined reason.
As to why I cheerfully stole one for this RP? That accent is an incredible amount of fun to write, and the goofy, off-the-wall personality coupled with borderline cartoon indestructability opens up some possibilities 
))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
--Pocket D--
"Ah, Jonas... Or is it Marcus? You know, I can never truly tell..."
He didn't seem too angry.
"I see your little... Escapade... Didn't pan out as well as you'd hoped? Well, our dear friend Poe isn't one to take a gift horse, nor does he usually make the quietest of exits, even if he wants to (which, to my knowledge, he never does). I saw he was willing to cooperate with you, for as long as he got the Hell away from here... usually he blows dreck up (and I don't mean the Freakshow leader) and runs... Which I was perfectly willing to let him do once I was done talking to him."
He took a moment to sigh.
"Poor dear is broken to pieces all over my club. Ah, there he goes. Recycled, recirculated and reformed, or however the Husk Corporation does it. Frankly, I'd rather not think about it. It's depressing. My only real regret is that, for a little while longer still, I don't know why he feels the need to ruin almost every other busy night we have in here. I mean, seriously... It's like he thinks he can do a better job..."
He regarded the schizophrenic meta-type suddenly.
"Oh yes, you... No, no free drinks for you. But I won't be punishing you for anything. Just take this as a good moment to reflect just why it is anything happens in here."
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--EDIT: Placed later on...--
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--Virtual Pocket D--
"Coolness!" Kip shouted, then turned to the Anti-virus facsimiles, "You're all on my [dung] list, now!"
And, thusly, he attempted to "swim" his way toward them.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Kheldragon wasted no time in slashing a dimensional hole as fast as she could, and started sucking all the remaining energy from what was left of the program. Damn, she was hungry. She hadn't eaten much of anything in that prison, just enough to keep her alive.
"...Get through here..." she rasped at Kip. She would have yanked him through, but she didn't want to kill -- or at the very least, seriously drain -- him. And she really didn't want to stick around and see if the program would start up again.
@Dragonistic
Unless I'm quoting someone, EVERY SINGLE post above is QR.
<----Female
Dragonistic, Kheldragon, Ink Dyne, KheIdragon, Squiddy Attack
Total level is about 149.
EVILCAT
SEZ YOUR COMPU-TAR TASTE LIKE CHIKIN
--Virtual pocket D--
"D'oh..." Kip moaned as he heard Kheldragon mention a good way out.
While he had the "Scorched Earth" mentality going, he knew better than to turn down a good escape.
"Fine," he intoned and he changed course for the dimensional slash.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Jonas looked at Zero, "Sorry about that crap man. I'll fix what I can.," He looked around at E-X, "I've got something here you may be able to track him, or atleast his jacket, with." Jonas said as he held up the capsule
Jonas turned and started back toward the Sharkshead door.
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
((Uh... Build... No need for your guy to fix anything. Remember... Zero's "God" here. With a snap of his fingers and a wave of his hand, and the D is back to it's hopping normal self...
EDIT because of Tech's following (and prior) post... I didn't even know you put something there, man.))
--Actual Pocket D: Villainside--
Power Breaker listened glumly to Energon X.
"Sorry, man. I've got no way of telling where that freak went. I just have to go somewhere and make enough noise that he can find me without trying. Maybe then, he'll bring me to him. He threatened to do as much before we blew a hole in the floor with him."
He waved to the Jaeger and shouted to DJ Zero.
"Yo! Beer this guy on me! Anybody who takes a hit like that and can laugh is a king in my book."
Power Breaker made his way for the exit, intending to go for the St. Martial exit on the bottom floor. He needed a shower, some sleep... Maybe some food first. It had been a long day, and he needed a chance to sort all of this nightmare out.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
((ignoring Twilight for the moment as he is just hovering around you all and watching))
Flaming was sitting at the bar still when he noticed the commtion begin to grow worse still. "The hell is going on over there?!" Though he wanted to stay out of it, he had to at least see what was happening; if only to calm his nerves. "There were a few things he noticed while watching. He saw the wierd, powerful, waitor-but-not-really guy being tailed and attacked by oh so many patrons and he also saw Zero staying out of the business for a bit. "Oh shi--" Before the sentence was finished however another thing caught his attention in a rather painful manner. "OW! son-of-a..." Putting his hand to his head he something was different. If anything it was most likely the sharp metal caltrop that happened to get lodged in his right cheek. Blood began to trickle down his face. Pulling the metal implement from his cheek he cursed under his breath. Flaming felt the spot where the caltrop was and instead had his finger slip through a bloody hole in his cheek. I wanted to not get involved damnit but now I'm pissed... Taking aim from his current position a torrent of flames began to flow down his right arm. He stood in this position for several second before finally letting loose a flaming bolt headed straight for Poe. Not to mention the vine spores he let fly from his left glove immediately after.