before she could get another word out, she was picked up and taken up through the hole in the ceiling
while the hero was running with her in his arms, she remembered how she got in this mess
"!.... HOLD ON!" and with a flash of light they where suddenly found themselfs in a empty hallway (it was apparent nobody had came this way yet)
"hi..... um... you can put me down now" the girl said with a smile
((Whoop- Target Lad wasn't trying to take your (as yet nameless) heroine out through the roof, Maj. Ravenick- just to get them both clear of the acid spray while remaining in the same room. He does want to counterattack, after all. Er... or did you just teleport them both? It's tough to tell from your post.))
"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"
OOC:
Teleported you into an empty hallway, by the looks of it.
WHOOPS! Make that not so empty. >.<
((yup
and she needs a minute to gather herself, she was slamed into the floor, then hit a shield and shocked and fell to the floor again. let her get her berings and introduce herself, then she will teleport them back))
((and besides, i picked you to crash into because u was lonely
i could have picked bwerp to crash into, he did explain everything to me
btw thanks bwerp))
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BURP?
[u]BURP?!?!?!?!?!?![u]
*inhales*
Wait, on second thought, it would probably be best not to do that here. One second.
*Goes to the AK-47s for EVERYONE thread*
((ha XD))
A flicker and the familiar queasy stomach-left-behind feeling, and Target Lad found himself in an apparently random hallway... one with a significantly lower ceiling than the vast portal chamber.
He made a strangled sound and twisted violently, managing to 'land' on the ceiling without slapping the unknown girl into it as well. The little archer froze in a crouch there for a moment, then the girl spoke.
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"hi..... um... you can put me down now"
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Target Lad made an irritable noise and simply let go- if she splatted on the floor, that was her problem at this point. He was listening hard, trying to figure out where the battle had been left- in his experience, most 'blind' 'ports didn't go too far, so they were likely nearby. Failing that, he gave up for the moment and glared up (down?) at the winged girl from his crouched-upside-down-on-the-ceiling position. "Now why'd y'go an' do tha' for?" he demanded, his odd, quasi-British accent (courtesy of having a British dad, Canadian mum, and growing up in the US) coming through more strongly than ever in his irritation... and the fact that his voice broke (again) wasn't making him any happier.
"If we dinna stop th' sods in there, then they'll get awa' wi' Portal Corps' widgets... an' th'last thing we need is that idjit, Dr. Aeon, gettin' his hands on tha' stuff." he growled, bow in hand as he stared warily about. Things in this section of Portal Corp looked quiet enough thus far, but, well... it was Portal Corp.
"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"
the hero let go and she fell to the floor, landing on her feet
"im sorry.... i didn't mean to interrupt your fight" she said as she dusted her green military jacket "my name is Kirae, whats yours?" Kirae asked the upside down hero, she then tried to stretch her wings, flinching alittle when she tried moving her right wing "!... i think i hurt my wing in the fall" she said as she reached behind her and grabbed her wing
Shinji and Ry eyed Macrofracture and Hysteria...
"Hm...well that was boring." Ry said.
"Well, let's follow that guy, there might be something more interesting there."
With that, the two followed Macrofracture down the hallway.
Pokin' Prodder's limp form flipped back off of Nataan. Being a large man, he didn't go too far, but he certainly seemed out of commission. The constant assault of the toxins on his body now met less resistance in his weakened state, and his vitals began to dip dangerously.
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Doctor con Vulse groaned, picking himself out of a dent in the wall. "That... really hurt," he said, rubbing a hand on his helmeted head, mildly frustrated that it did nothing to soothe the ache.
He looked up to see the formerly invisible man clutching the paper, his paper, and smiled. "What do you know, there is gain to the pain!" He quickly leapt forward, aiming to cuff the man and retrieve his goal.
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
Cynic had gone through a standard military acrobatics course, and had some work done on his nerves while he had been at it to make him more resistant to being incapacitated. The stun bolt didnt accomplish quite as much as its user had probably wanted. The numbing effect only helped the commander overcome any pain there might have been in his arm.
He was up, he was pissed, and he was a raving lunatic with heavy weaponry.
His Night staff fired off a small handful of bolts, and had conveniently generated a single bolt for every target plus 1. Half the storm was specifically aimed at every bot, con Vulse, and the blue masked stranger. The bolts didnt home in on their targets, but they were incredibly accurate, to say the least. The other half of the storm spread and scattered like a shotgun blast, whether they hit any of Cynics targets was up to pure luck.
((Not a stun. Just results in motoric incapacitation when defeated instead of death/mortal injury.))
As Cynic opened fire, the robots performed the equivalent - well, except for the assault bot. It didn't carry any nonlethal weaponry aside from its gas missiles, and considering both attackers wore sealed helmets, doubt of their effectiveness ranked high. Instead, it set itself into motion to storm after Doctor con Vulse. The rest split their fire somewhat evenly, and like the initial shot didn't waste time masking their unseen paralyzer bolts with crimson streaks of light.
The mechanoids didn't seem bothered by the rampant energy bolts, the pale-blue flares of barriers effortlessly keeping the Commander's energy bolts from their frames. An exception formed the battle drone that hadn't quite regained secure footing after it had fired that first bolt, the relatively small machine being rammed into a wall in much the same fashion that the armorsuited doctor had earlier.
The black-garbed figure remained where he was, the same sort of energetic wall appearing pale-blue in the air for a few moments as Cynic's bolts struck the shield. Like they had with their fire, the protector bots opted to drop their visual effects budget. Their shield projectors didn't actually need to point in any specific direction to form a shield there - they just did so and were done with it.
Still, the silhouette-like man didn't look happy. If con Vulse didn't stop to deal with the mechanoids' assault - assuming the paralyzer fire didn't KO him, that was - his fists would just collide with the protectors' projected shield as well, so at least for now, that wasn't a problem. What did occupy the breath of his mind right now was finding a way through that door. Cynic's blast hadn't just fried the keypad, but also severed the hard lines. Barring several tons of physical force, that sucker wasn't opening for anybody for some time - and his assault bot was busy trying to bash con Vulse upside the head.
"Setbacks, setbacks." the man muttered under his mask, "Gonna need another way around. Open KF-121. Yes, I know."
As if on command (and it certainly appeared to be thus), the blast door segments that had cut Julia off from the fight now retreated into the ceiling again, freeing the way. Of course, where Julia was now could be anyone's guess...
"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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Target Lad simply goggled for a moment, then shook his head. Only in Paragon City c'd somebody who can bloody well fly hurt themselves falling down. he thought with an aggrieved sigh. "Right. Can y'still teleport wi'out flyin'?" he asked brusquely. "Sorry that ye're hurt, but we canna sit 'round an' moan ri'now... a'least, not wi'out whoever th'sod wi'th'hoseful o' chemicals gettin' away wi' whatever he was tryin' t'steal."
"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"
((Oh noes! Yosef RPing again! The end is near!))
Casual fridays, nothing could beat them. Nothing was better to do on a Friday like this than traveling forward and backwards in time to kick some Council Empire's [censored] -- but on his particular casual Friday, there were much better things to be doing.
Abram Yakovushka was a man of average height. He was around 5'10", weighed no more than 140 pounds, could manipulate fire and control the kinetic properties of those around him for both good and for bad. His fire control extended so far that he could create creatures of fire and smoke.
Yakovushka was a regular at Portal Corp, everyone knew his name, everyone knew who he was and what he did. Abram, as people called him for short, was finishing up his daily routine of smashing some Council face when he was notified of a breech in Portal Corp -- sepcifically the building of Portal Corp he was in. Immediately, he left the past and went back to the present.
The present was not a good place to be at the moment, the instant he left his portal he was confronted with a scene of pure chaos; people everywhere, gasses being sprayed, hydra being killed, explosions, rapid heating and cooling, and other things. He didn't know what was going on.
Acting purely on instinct, he coughed up a thick smoky substance and watched as it soon found it's way thoughout the room. Throwing his hands up he engulfed himself and the surrounding area of 10 feet in flames. Anyone who happened to be in this area would feel tired.
About two minutes later, Julia finally made it around the building, in her frustration not even bothering to check inside first.
"Alright, I still wanna know who the Hell organized this whole thing!"
The only question was who or if anyone heard her.
((I'm leaving this open. As I understand it, there are several characters in a random hallway, so anyone's welcome to pick her up.))
Cynic did have shielding in the form of temporary invulnerability projected by the Night staff, but it was useless against the stun bolts. Especially stun bolts from 5 sources simultaneously. Cynic was only human, and he couldn't stand much. He began to falter.
He wasn't done.
Cynic activated the most powerful function of the Night staff. It harnessed his own willpower in the form of belief and projected it in a protective shell around him. The more he believed this function worked, the more powerful he was. Cynic's belief in the Night staff was absolute, and it repaid him in kind by making him a force of nature.
Energy bolts now impacting with 0 effect, the Commander leapt across the room, completely unheeded by the attacks from the stranger's bots. Building up, Cynic reared back the Night staff, and swung as he came into range of the blue-wearing man. The mighty weapon crackled with the total focus of energy stored, prepared to unleash into its target. Even if every bot redirected in an attempt to knock the commander off course, it wouldn't work with his acrobatic training, and because he was almost untouchable in his empowered state anyway. So what would happen?
"yeah, i can teleport but i think ill rest right now, im begining to feel a shock in my wing... i think it happened when i fell on your shield" Kirae said with a wince
"ill teleport you back" Kirae said, she then jumped up and tapped Target Lad, teleporting him back
'why do my wings always get hurt! i could deal with my arm or leg, but its always my wings, why! there so sensitive, its so annoying." Kirae thought, she then layed down on the floor so she wouldn't put pressure on the wing
((im leaving it open also
anyone can find her))
((Oh! NOW It lets me post.))
Abram jumped up towards the top level of platforms in the Portal Corp building that he was currently in. He grabbed on to the platform's edge and pulled himself up. He began to run along the platform, down the set of stairs, over again to the other end of the platform's first layer and jumped up to get on to the ramp that lead out of this place.
He came to the usual fork in the road, so to speak. He could either waste time going up either or save time by jumping up and saving a few seconds. He did exactly that, he jumped up and landed into a weird scene.
Where there was a door, there was simply a broken piece of steel in it's place, spines stuck in the floor, walls, and ceeling, spent casings laying astray, important papers, and other things that didn't belong in Portal Corp. He didn't know who or what did this, all he knew is that he had to be prepared for everything -- even his own Praetorian.
He was ready for everything, but not what he found. After turning the corner, he came across a small girl -- a small winged girl laying on the ground.
Was she the one who caused all this? Did she create the alert? Was she harmful or was she simply another hero he had not seen before? Either way, he approached her with caution.
A curious Fire Imp poked it's head out from Abram's trench coat. It didn't know what to think either. It kind of sat there and looked at Abram, then to the girl, then back to Abram, then back to the girl, and then back to the other two Imps hiding in the coat.
"Uhh... hello?"
"hmm?" Kirae looked up and saw a figure above her, she suddenly realised she wasnt in the hallway from earlier
"wha?!? stay back!... ahh!" Kirae said forgeting her wing was injured and backing into the wall, slamming her wing into the wall
Kirae winced in pain "who are you!" she looked like she was in agonizing pain
The silhouette-like man didn't seem too impressed by Cynic's ballet, ignoring the Commander in favor of figuratively scratching his head at a certain fellow come running from the portal chamber. He knew of Abram Yakovushka, but wasn't too sure why he'd stormed down the corridor the other way.
Well, at least not until he heard a female voice cry out from beyond the corner Abram had rounded. The man concluded he'd likely known Kirae had been in the corridor down a ways, and being a hero had gone to help her. Yes, that made sense enough.
Cynic's attack certainly might take a different direction, the dark0hued figure apparently not bothering to evade. After all, that's what an energy barrier was for - once it flared across the Commander's path in response to his staff making contact, the reaction would probably toss him a dozen meters down the hall, depending on just how much power he'd funneled into it.
Suddenly, however, Julia burst back onto the scene, demanding to know who stood responsible for the whole tohuwabohu. Under different circumstances, the black-garbed man would've had a very amusing (and confusing) answer for her, but right now wasn't the time to laugh. With quick step, he set his feet into motion for the door that had opened...
"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:
Sorry Devious, I keep mixing up your character with Pete because of the Duster. I am attacking YOU.
Not having much experience dealing with people, Abram kept his distance, he had what you might call a half-smile on his face. He wasn't happy to see this, but wasn't angry as it brought excitement into his life.
He calmly began to answer Kirae's question, "I am Abram. Who are you?" He didn't much like giving his last name out to people who might not be completely friendly. "Are you okay?"
His coat spread appart at the back and the front as the three imps hidden inside crawled out and began jumping around the hallway looking at the surroundings. They were shy creatures, oddly enough, considering that they caused so much destruction.
He then held his hand towards Kirae.
The leading imp, who seemed to be the bravest around people, crawled up Abram's legs and jumped on to his wrist and hung there looking at Kirae with a questioning face. The imp, following Abram's example, held his small smokey hand out.
"No." She simply stated, taking a running start before boosting off the ground and into the air, flying toward the fleeing figure. Her two hands raised and fired identical beams of plasma, each making their way at an incredible speed toward the man.
((... Dammit. Curse you skimming!))