Falling back into the building, Acanous continued his flip, catching himself on the floor with both feet and his left hand. A little bit of blood trickled onto the carpet dfrom behind the veil of negative energy.
"That stung"
Acanous glared at the floating arbiter.
expecting another two-and-one barrage, he poured out an alarming ammount of negative energy, enough to alter his local time and space. The effect on the room was a dimming of light, muffling of sound.
Shadows semed to lengthen, the refraction of light making it seem as though things were moving just out of sight.
All of this was a secondary effect, however, of the timestream in Acanous' localized area being reversed. His wounds closed as they had happened, his armour mending itself. He streightened, the expenditure of energy leaving him a little fatigued, dispite the physical rejouvenation.
He fired another beam of negative energy, this one concentrated for damage- at Arbiter Jake as he began strafing across the room in preperation for another three bolts.
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Target was caught in a whirlwind of stone, a punch slamming into him, then another, as he allowed the Brute to close in with him. The third punch knocked him away in a long arc that ended in a couple of bad bounces. On the fourth hit, he managed to regain control, skidding to a halt with his bow out.
He spat blood, then glared at Fenrir. Nearly two dozen small red lights blinked all over the larger man's torso... the grenade-heads of as many explosive arrows, held in place with variegated fields of electric force and with less than a second before they exploded. Target chuckled harshly as he sank to one knee, not bothering to check if his final gambit worked as he quoted, "If violence wasnt your last resort, you failed to resort to enough of it."
"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"
As Acanous slammed into the floor with a very satisfing slam, Jake was already preparing for his next offensive. He glanced down at his robots, and, upon seeing that they obviously weren't going to keep the Jump Bot still long enough to eliminate it, he might as well put them to use.
"Cease fire. New target, 'Acanous'. Marked."
Now, while Acanous hadn't physically been marked, Jake had already specified him in his bots' UI.
His bots obeyed without question, already rocketing upwards and assessing the situation.
"As soon as he emerges from his regeneration process, lock him down and charge your lasers."
And, about a second later, that plan came to fruition. Acanous emerged, only getting off about one blast before finding himself completely out of touch with everyting and everyone. Sound seemed to be nonexistant in his isolation, as only the steady beating of his heart and the rhythmic noise of his breathing vibrated througout the air. Even sight was impaired, as the green tinted bubble made it nearly impossible to see anything outside.
However, by some miracle, should Acanous peer outside of his bubble, he would have found six heavily armed and armored robots, each charging up a laser that would be fit for Dragonball Z.
As for the sole attack Acanous managed to put out, it again was deflected and diffused by Jake's forcefield coating. If Acanous wished to inflict any real damage to Jake or his forcefield, it would have to have much more force than a simply blast of negative energy.
((oh sorry didn't even know you were adressing me.....Bladewing is a Saurian looking guy, about 7ft 6inches tall, draconic looking wings, claws, digitrade legs, tridactyl feet, Black No-Dachi, scaled tail...you know the general things..i mean come on..the characters in game name is Bladewing Draconian......if you have never read the dragonlance novels i have no sympathy.))
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
Stopped suddenly by the bubble of green energy, Acanous nonetheless continued along his origional attack chain. Pushing a button on the inside of his right gauntlet, he set his microcomputer to begin absorbing energy from the surrounding area. (Dark consumption)
The room grew darker yet again as energy began to be pulled from every available source. Light, sound, even electricity was being stolen and converted into more negative energy, which in turn was refracting the remaining light in the room, causing disturbing partial-images to begin appearing, and making Acanous even harder to target through the thick, inky blackness.
(Ac isn't actually trying to hurt anyone just yet, he's going for accuracy debuffs. He's got 3 single-target ones lingering around Jack from my count (Touch of Fear, Smite, Blackwand) and 3 AoE's. (Cloak of Fear, Dark Regeneration, Dark Consumption)The net effect is actually quite severe-but that's how Dark is supposed to be played)
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Am I free to assume that...
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...that rule was tossed out the window when Marty was auto-hit auto-held through intergration and practiced brawler? 
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((he is "held" yeah..but Bladewing is trying to stack...and you can stop that if you want...or if you want i can edit it so I dont hold him at all.))
((okay just edited it so he isn't held but he is immobed, or in the case of a gravity power....slowed...i know from experience...damn possesed scientists and mages with their gravity powers D
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"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
OOC:
Yeah, that seems to happen a lot - ask a question IC and it'll just fly right over people's brains. You're not the only one I've had that happen to.
And no, I didn't know. That's why I asked. From all up to this point, the guy might've just as well been Dragonistic's twin. 
Okay, so basically black draconian guy with nodachi on belt. Check. Yes, it's nodachi. Just nodachi. No -, no caps, just a regular objective classification. Essex would eat you for mangling Japanese this way, so be warned. 
And as a final note, I agree with Diov there. Watch the power balance. Apparently, my point was missed yet again when I had Danger say it, but if the heroes are sooooo strong and well-defended, then why is the world in chaos in the first place? Do keep these things in mind please.
"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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((kay..edited it to be less "hold" ish..and sorry to essex for mangling the japanese...im only a freshmen and taking japanese 101...im not an expert just yet.))
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
Fenrir watched in horror as the grenades started to detonate. One by one they exploding causing bloody wounds in his thick wolfen hide. "Ouch, those REALLY hurt," he said, coughing blood. "Buy I'm not done just yet." He suddenly looked up at Target, his eyes spewing electricity. As though his skin fell off, he turned into a pure electrical being. He ran towards Target throwing viscous electrical punches followed by shards of shard stone, which he shot in all directions. "Sorry bud, that's endgame," he said, collapsing.
Turning to face The Specialist, Bladewing cleared his throat.
"Maybe I can shed some light as to why they are so eager to go on the offensive."
"Heroes have a natural tendency to want to defeat the Villans, regardless of how overmatched they are, and yes I do have more than enough defenses, i have had 30 years to gather materials and parts from across this dimension and others."
Scanning the rest of the room for more possibly crazed beings like Marty, Bladewing continued.
"After 30 years of hoarding materials, components, and more magic and technology than you can shake a kronos titan at, I'm tired of constantly adding new dimensions to the existing rooms of my base to keep it all stored there, and this seems like as worthy a cause as any."
Snickering a little to himself, Bladewing turned back to The Specialist.
"Besides, no offense but compared to the Villan's base of operations, this place is kinda puny...and as for defenses I have a few special things that I might loan you guys, no garuntees though."
Turning back to Caleb, Bladewing nodded for the portal.
"Come on man, help me move some of this crap and leave your friend for the rest of the Heroes to handle, it might just be a temporary bout of insanity...lord knows ive had a few...the last one caused the annihilation of a solar system about 1 million light years from earth....damn but that was a good day."
Grinning widely at the memory, Bladewing stepped back through the portal, making sure to leave enough sapping runes on Caleb so that he wouldn't accidentally destroy the Bastion with his powers.
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
Caleb nodded toward the dark saurian then said to Marty, "Take care bud. You don't need anymore blood on your hands."
Caleb, bare foot and blue jeaned, walked through the portal after his friend. He couldn't help but to hope that Marty would be okay in mind and body. The other's in the room seemed more than able to hold the crazed scrapper till the martial artist returned.
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
Acanous's attempts would seem to be in vain, as his efforts were effortlessly blocked by the limits of his Detention Bubble. Nothing he could do would touch the outside, and vice versa. If he did go through with his plan, however, he would only be sapping energy from the air around him.
Whatever his plan was, he would need to act quickly. Jake's robots were almost ready for an assault, and would be cancelling out the shield and firing on the unwanted guess in roughly five seconds.
Marty didn't perceive any of that. He perceived being disarmed and slammed into the ceiling by one of the monsters.
The surface he was slowly being ground into grew gory tendrils, and teeth that slowly dug into his body. The room was EATING him...
Fortunately, that's about when the Tombstone kicked in full-gear.
Marty suddenly fell from the ceiling, landing with a hard thud on both feet, both blades in hand again. They had simply reappeared in his hands. The immobilizing waves of gravitational force simply blew right past Marty with no obvious effect, which meant he probably had shielding that protected him from such effects. Or at least enough shielding to prevent from being completely neutered by just one or even four rapid applications of any one effect.
He took two actions.
He leveled one of his two swords at Bladewing, and the tip of the blade glowed briefly before firing a Power Burst at the man. His other sword whirled through the air as Marty threw the weapon at Danger.
After everyone calmed down Wolffe turned to Groul and Danger, "Why don't you two tell us what you are doing here. You may have thought we were kidnapping you, but we thought you were attacking. Sorry, but we don't take kindly to people just popping in here through mysterious portals. Just hope any of you didn't leave a strong enough signal that an air strike isn't on the way."
((Just Specialist. It's a title. Like Diploma Engineer, Tactical Coordinator, etc. ))
"Oh, now that clears everything up." the Specialist sneered sarcastically, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "So you're going to attack those guys just because you feel like it. Hm. Interesting concept of heroism you guys have. And before I forget, what do you mean you don't know what's the matter with him? He just chugged a load of pills right in front of you! What do you think is the matter with him?!"
Danger gave it up after that, almost letting slip a comment of feeling his intelligence drop the more he spoke to Bladewing. A brown dwarf was probably brighter, and in several senses of the word.
Calming his frustrations with a sigh, the Specialist stepped calmly to the side as the crazed man's dagger zipped across the table, regarding him with what almost seemed to be pity as Marty fired an energy burst at nothing but thin air. Whatever he'd swallowed there, it had sure done a number on his head. Danger hadn't even needed to focus respectably to avoid the poorly thrown blade - and the Specialist stood used to so much more.
"I wouldn't worry about that." Groul meanwhile gave answer to Wolffe, the red-scaled being shifting a bit in his seat. The chair wasn't too comfortable to begin with, not to mention being quite a bit too small for the towering Field Commander, "Dark energy is notoriously hard to track down. Besides, with your friend there capable of annihilating whole solar systems at a whim, what do you have to worry about? Well, except maybe your people going crazy. Is he going to be alright?"
Groul's tone clearly brought across that he didn't trust any of them. He very much doubted there to be anything heroic about anyone down here, much due to Bladewing's flawed explanation. After all, the Field Commander had no idea of the true situation, of the peril Wolffe and his compatriots faced in their world...
"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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((... okay, that was kind of a cheap shot, Th3or3m. And if he turned to electricity, how was he throwing stone shards around? Anyways, there's not a lot for me to do in response to that- Target was already out of the fight; you just had Fenrir beat the hell out of someone who was on his knees- so, Energon X is just gonna snag Target at Superspeed and ditch you.
Also, as something totally unrelated, it's 'vicious' punches, unless you actually meant 'like a thick liquid'.))
Energon X stalked into the common room and claimed a chair, flopping into it. Ignoring the visitors for the moment, he nodded to one of the more sombrely dressed occupants. "Hey Sarah? You mind decanting my nephew in about a half hour? He got the living [censored] beaten out of him by some jerkoff villain for no real reason. Granted, you should see the other guy, but still..." Then he turned to glare at Groul and the Specialist, armoured cranium swivelling slowly to fix two points of blazing purple light on the interlopers. It was uncomfortably similar to the look of having twin energy weapons, primed to fire, trained on them.
Ignoring Marty, he tossed a quick comment Bladewing's way "Y'know, Wing, I think your usual bravado is unsettling our guests. Maybe tone it down a little?" Then he spoke directly to the interlopers for the first time, his synthetic voice decidedly cool. "I'm assuming that you're new here, given that your IFF is coming up as a row of question marks." he paused. "And yes, we really do have to be that paranoid around here. As to our designation as 'heroes'?" He shrugged, settling back more comfortably in his chair.
"At this stage in the game, I'd call us more 'survivors'. Used to be, we were what stood between this city and chaos, or outright destruction, depending on who and what we were facing that day. Then, a country of 'villains' decided that they'd had enough of us standing in the path of their conquest, and declared open war on us." The Blaster shrugged again.
"Far be it from me to question the morality of someone from another culture..." he continued with exquisite sarcasm, "But it seems to me that the old days, when a child could walk down to the store to buy a carton of milk for their mother without fear of being abducted, murdered, or molested, or even when a normal guy could walk out onto his front step to get his newspaper without fear of being butchered for parts or fun... those days were an improvement on now."
Energon X hunched forwards suddenly, cape flowing in a disturbingly alive manner. "I know you don't know what's up here, but you'll have to excuse me if I take offense at the suggestion we're doing this for selfish motives. I haven't even had a body for twenty years. If it were just for my own sake, I would have let go a long time ago."
A long, uncomfortable pause, then the Blaster blinked (at least, that's probably what happened- the lights in the helmet flickered on and off momentarily). "On a related note... what are you two doing here?"
"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"
((o.O Sorry, I didn't get that much from your post. Anyways, good fight for the most part. Yes, I did mean vicious btw.))
"Alrighty bud, time to go," said Salazar grabbing Fenrir and throwing him over his shoulders, as heavy as Fenrir was. They reached their base of operation, which was more like a rundown building. When Salazar entered he deactivated the security system and put Fenrir in the regenerator.
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Not being acknowledged by anyone else when he had entered the room, Dr. Monarch turned to the newest Hero to arrive. "Well hello there sir, my name is Dr. Monarch, but you can call me Doc." Not waiting for the reply he quickly turned to Groul and said, "We also haven't formally met," sticking out his hand and smiling.
Cry hated to be ignored, but he realized that he wasn't the center of attention anymore. He let go of the physic link and the world shifted back into the Arachnos transports. He opened his white eyes and fussed about how Steel Canyon had and would always be a dead zone for combat and fun. Cry got out of his blanket and started to float mid-air.
"If I can't draw the heroes here, I will force them." The transport started to groan and then fell several feet as a giant weight materialized into tangibility. The door to the landing craft fell forward and a invisible hulk walked out. Cry was busy his eyes closed seeing through his psychic eye.
The air around Cry fuzzed and hissed with psychic energy gathering, a channal was being made between him and the Eye. His eye opened in a flare of pink substance, draining like a unclogged drain. He put his hand out, targeting through the vista of his hand and then clasped it in a small fist of the baby.
The leaning building already injured by a energy transfer attack from a brute on energy crack exploded in a blink of a eye. The aura of psychic energy illuminated the sky and Cry laughed as the rumble came crashing in a kinetic tumble of gravity.
"WARNING! WARNING! GROUND BARRIER BREACHED!" Inside the pits of the Bastion just dust came from the ceiling from the collapsed building and the after shock of the psychic energy. Any explosin worthy of notice brinked alarm and for any free hero to check the surface from a scout point in the distance.
"Estimated damage: barrier crack."
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Cry was focusing another attack on a more structurally strong building. "Boom!" The building did the same as the last and vaporized into construction scrape.
((Ouch man. Wasn't gonna say anything, but that one made my eyes twitch. No offense, but spelling and grammar checks would be appreciated. 
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"You are sure?" Groul regarded Dr. Monarch inquisitively, not quite able to make sense of this. Still, he accepted the hand, wrapping the large clawed fingers of his own about Monarch's palm as carefully as things permitted, "Unless I'm mistaken, I recall you present at our arrival."
The Field Commander then turned his attention back to Energon, the red-scaled lips of Groul's draconian visage becoming a sarcastic smirk, "You are of course correct. Your culture may very well hold war and destruction in very high regard."
"Sure looks like it." Danger chimed in with a chuckle, "We apologize for being so...insensitive."
Before Energon could formulate a rebuttal to this, Groul took the word again, "So war. That I am capable of understanding; each side believing they are in the right, both wanting to eradicate the other for their views. Very well, the lines are clear now. I won't pry into your motivations any further."
"As for what I'm doing," Groul sank his teeth into the rapidly shrinking leg again, wolfing down the last shreds of meat from the remaining bone, "I'm eating. Can't you see that?"
Danger snickered once more, clearly bemused by his comrade pointing out the obvious, and Groul elaborated further, "Sorry, but you stepped right into that one. For one so informed about our presence, you've really got a way of repetition there."
"In any case," the red-scaled being gave a shrug, pausing a moment to snap apart the last bits of bone, "you might as well ask why stars are round. Rationalize it with efficiency, state, or whatever mechanic suits you - it just happens to be that way. Our nulltime deformer hiccupped coming back from World 15, and..."
"Dimension." the Specialist interrupted.
"Say again?" Groul wanted to know.
"Dimension." Danger explained further, "I figured a little bit of nonsense. They call other worlds 'dimensions'. No, I don't know why yet."
"Ah." Groul gave a nod, "That explains a few things. In any case, we'd gotten separated from the Dark Rover - our expedition vehicle - when it jumped, which meant we had to tack on to its trail, so to speak. Next thing we know, we're here. And you know the rest already..."
"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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((Before this gets out of hand, I feel I must remind everyone that attacking either base is not allowed. The villain base is too strong. The hero base is too well hidden.
This is so that everyone always has a safe spot where conversations can be private and uninterrupted, and their homes aren't destroyed.
I haven't been too keen on the teleporting into the Bastion either. It is supposed to be well hidden, but even moreso, it is difficult to interact with other new characters when strangers keep popping into your base that is supposed to be hidden.
Finally, careful not to powerplay. I see some posts leaning toward inescapable, super-powerful attacks, followed by unbelievable dodges or just shrugging them off.
Remember, characters who struggle are more interesting than all powerful ones.))
Energon X was halfway to his feet, hands planted on the table, as he glared at the saurian and the midget. His ever-present glow had intensified to a level that there was a perceptible pressure coming off him, as his already badly-frayed temper snapped.
"How dare you?" he hissed, vocoder spitting and crackling as his mounting energy levels began to interfere with its function. "Knowing nothing of our situation, you blithely wander in and sit in smug judgement." A deep, shuddering (and wholly uneccesary, except as an emotional outlet) breath.
"We hide in holes in the ground fearing for our lives, forced to scavenge like animals simply to survive because a powerful enemy craved greater power. Under his rule, it is not safe to walk the streets, even as a being of considerable power. My nephew, a skilled, battle-hardened warrior, was beaten nearly to death for the 'mistake' of escorting me to my place of grief for my yearly observance. We offered harm to none; yet, merely for the crime of passing by when another superhuman was bored, he is now in the regeneration tanks, near death."
He slammed a fist down on the table as a few of the civilians in the base rolled their eyes, and one grumbled "Hey, I'm going to have to fix that..." Still others nodded agreement. "Let me guess. You are 'peaceful explorers', which you feel gives you the right to stay aloof from the petty problems of the worlds you explore." A sneer was clearly audible in the synthetic voice. "Before the war, we stood between those who did not have powers and those who would do them harm." A trace of amusement. "The thin spandex line, they called us." Anger returned. "We sought to uphold justice and defend the weak. Now, we are hunted like dogs, justice is dead, and the weak are food."
The Blaster stood, straight and proud. "I will help you find your machine. The sooner you have taken your sanctimonious sneers from here, the happier I will be. One of the scavenging teams, or perhaps the scouts, is sure to have seen something." He turned and stalked out, cape swirling about him.
((... hrm. That was quite the rant >.> Anyways, Wolffe, I think Project_M is just having Cry go Godzilla on Steel Canyon to try and draw the heroes out.
Also, would someone mind NPCing Black Scorpion? I know he wasn't present in the room with Cry, but the Scarlet Eye has possessed a bunch of Cry's discarded toys and gone hunting for him- there's four ex-heroes, along with three Bane Spiders, two Fortunatas, and two Blood Widows, running as a pack and out to kill Black Scorpion. If they all die, Cry will be blamed for the attack, since his psi signature on them is so strong, and if Black Scorpion dies, Cry will still be blamed, and there will be even greater chaos, 'feeding' Scarlet Eye))
"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"
M-113 listed all radio contacts. There was still one hidden satellite operational that he had contact with. Since 17 others were offline, he deduced it would be unwise to attempt to contact anyone. He spoke without taking his sensors off of the horizon. "As I am unable to contact transportation satellites, I would appreciate your assistance in reaching this Bastion. Are you a member of the resistance? Who are we resisting?"
M-113 was entirely unable to feel emotions, however he realized the situation looked bad. He calculated the odds that, had he not been trapped under the battle, he'd have been destroyed. He increased the liklihood based on his selfless behavior. He paused where a normal person would think about what that means to them, but he had no subroutines to run, so there was a .00023 second period of no data. He recorded it.
"If we are to travel behind enemy lines, we should take advantage of cover and concealment." M-113 showered Point Blank with negatively charged photons, causing him to become mostly transparent. Then he activated his cloaking device and disappeared from view. "I am placing a tracking device on your right shoulder, so that I can transport you in case of emergency and track you should I lose visual contact."
With that, he fired a tiny sliver of circuitry into the clothing covering Point's right shoulder. "My anti personnel weaponry is limited, so I suggest we avoid confrontations."
"Well yes I was here, but I didn't seem to be grasping anyone's attention at the time," Monarch said sarcastically. He then heard the armored clad hero as he vented his rage. "I do have to agree with him on one thing," continued the doctor, "How can you judge us if you know nothing of the dangers we are plagued by each and every day?" "I have seen...and done unimaginable things, and yet you find this amusing?" "Well, either way, please be more curteous with what you say, many of the people are here because of the villains who stalk us day and night," he added with a small nod. "Anyways, you said you had lost a machine, right?" "I'll go talk to one of the squads to see if they had seen anything."
((M'kay, since a certain someone doesn't seem to be getting the point when I ask IC, I'll have to do so here: what does Bladewing even look like?
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"Well, that wasn't very convincing." Danger grumbled, and certainly loudly enough to be heard. Standing near table's edge, the diminutive being might have looked rather amusing, but the grasp of his hazel eyes conveyed a severity that truly defied proportion.
"So you guys mean to tell me," the Specialist cleared his throat, skepticism now visibly floating in his tone, "that the goons in the other camp are just evil, want conformity, wanton destruction, and death to their enemies. You, on the other hand, want to just 'live in peace'. Yet here you are, if I'm to believe this guy here, with more than enough defenses, and still you're plotting an offensive against them, attacking one another in drug-induced bouts of madness, and threaten each other even without such crud. Care to explain this...?"
"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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