Cynic just leapt off the wall and redirected his incomplete attack at the black dressed stranger YET AGAIN, who had managed to move before Cynic had even gotten the opprotunity to attack.
"Well, nice to meet you, Kirae. You didn't answer my question, though. I'll assume you're okay as you can stand and talk coherently." Abram helped her up and gave her a smile. "Beleive it or not, I don't know what happened. I wasn't here a minute ago, either."
Abram's imp releaxed a little bit and crawled across to Kirae's arm. It looked shy, but it had a will to help this girl. It gave her a slight tug in an attempt to shift her attention.
Meanwhile, the other two imps were busy fighting over a particular spent casing that was different than all the others. These two always fought over small and stupid things, they couldn't hurt eachother badly, but it wasn't good to have bad blood between eachother.
Several short hisses and growls followed by a few blows were exchanged before they gave it up and jumped around like a pair of children fighting over stupid things that didn't matter.
((Ah, okay. Edited for continuity. And Krazy, he's headed for the door Julia left through, not the one she just used to came back in. They're not that close to the exterior. 
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"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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((Ah. Was wondering about the architectual difficulties of that, but wasn't about to argue. ))
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I'm still wondering how he managed to deflect a built up total focus, but hey, whatever works. ^.^ Leis for everyone, life goes on.
Target Lad barely had time to focus his precognition before the wash of light hit once more, dropping him into the midst of dead vines, fire, choking smoke, Hydra Men... and Pestilence. He appeared with a yell, blazing arrow already aimed where his limited prescience told him the chemical-wielder would be, and let fly before the flash had even cleared.
Aigh... I'll be payin' f'r this inna mornin'... m'precog skills are nae tuned for tha' sorta thing. I c'n do it, but t'isna fun, after. he thought with a wince. Normally, his precognitive abilities required him to be able to see his target, and told him where they would go, but teleportation did... odd... things to the equation.
As the blazing arrow left the bow, he was already pulling out another arrow- green flared briefly as the Talsorian arrow he drew out snapped to life. Even the apparently armoured chem-wielder should be feeling a bit of a sting from this particular little toy.
"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"
Kirae looked over at the imp
"um... hi" Kirae said to the imp
"can you you heal my wing?" Kirae asked abram
The imp looked at Kirae and appeared happy to get the attention he wanted. He then crawled up her arm and sat on her shoulder. He didn't intend to hurt her by doing this if she were to be hurt from it.
"Well, what happened? Did you fall on it? Did you break it? Did you pull it from flying? If that is what you do to get around." Abram didn't feel too sorry for the girl, he had received his fair share of injuries but he always played though the pain, though, he didn't have bone wings growing out of his back. So maybe they were super sensitive wings? He didn't know, for all he knew, they could be fake and she just craved the attention.
((there black angel wings, not bone wings. the bone wings in the game are only until the 16 then i get angel wings, and im saying there sensitive because that would give her more control when flying at high speeds
sensitive=faster reaction=more flight control
XD))
"i got hurt when i teleported myself into a fight and was punched straight through the floor onto a heroes force shield" Kirae said smiling at the imp
"Well, that sucks." Abram didn't seem too pleased with the response. "I'm not going to baby sit you. You look to be old enough to live on your own and shouldn't have to have someone there to help you up after every fall."
He turned around and sighed. "Part of being a great hero is being able to get up after every fall and keep on fighting. Even if they are nearly dead. Look at Hero 1, even though there's a good posibility he's powering Nemesis' ultimate weapon, but the example he set with going to the Rikti Homeworld against all odds inspired hope in a world that seemed to face destruction in the coming hours."
The two imps that had been fighting suddenly grew very quiet and calm. There was something wrong. They didn't know what, but there was something there watching -- no, waiting.
"can you or can you not heal my wing? im not saying im usless like this but is is perventing me from flying"
Kirae relised that the imps stoped fighting
"were not alone" Kirae said, drawing her swords
((Much like Cynic's brushed off most things so far: someone wrote it. 
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Definition of insanity: repeating the same action and expecting a different result. Oh. Wait...
The coincidentally simultaneous strikes quickly overloaded the first barrier, a muffled crash coming from one protector bot as smoke rose from the joints of its gripping hand. The shield projector had fried.
Time or not, now he just couldn't stand it anymore.
"Aah!" the dark-garbed man exclaimed in seemingly panicked shock, flinging the open palms of his hands in the air beside his shoulders. Curiously enough, the paper he'd held literally the instant before had disappeared without a trace, but he certainly didn't seem to have noticed, chaining together into a single, rapid-fire, and heavily gesticulated outburst, "What'd I do?! Get away from me! You smell like feet! Leave me alone!"
The battle drones and protector bots seemed fed up as well now, forcefully interdicting into the paths of would-be pursuers as the silhouette-like man weaseled his way through where the blast gate had been...
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A sting might be felt alright, but Pestilence probably wouldn't be its first victim. From the biting cloud of toxins rushed a long, rootlike vine, brimming with thorns. Like some titanic tentacle, it swatted down at the archer, seeking to impale, crush, or mutilate him with a combination of both.
Worse yet, it had a little friend - the Venus Man Trap still had Target Lad's 'scent', and chopping its maw off didn't seem to have slowed it down much. It had simply grown another.
And just to top off the bad news, the feral flora appeared to be in constant communication, which meant they wouldn't fall for something as silly as colliding after the hero leaped away at the last second. Oh no, these ravenous plants cooperated, working as a team - and who knew what else was still hiding in that cloud...
"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:
It's called force of nature. It may not be LOGICAL that force of nature EXISTS and is READILY AVAILABLE, but it is STILL THERE. Unlike you, I have a reason behind it.
Abram laughed to himself. "Indeed we are not alone." He then melted into the floor?
The two imps began ripping the surrounding place to shreads. They spit fire at everything they could get their hands on, they jumped around and clawed the sides of the hallway, ripping bits and pieces off the sides. They worked like a seamless team, one did the surface while the other followed and burnt the wires underneath.
Abram reappeared on the other side of the two imps tearing up the hall. He looked different. Not too different, but he had a different shirt on, he wore a ripped trench coat, and he let off a slight pink light.
"Another important part of being a hero is always being on your guard."
The imp sitting on Kirae went ballistic. He jumped into her face screeching and clawing at her.
Target Lad's precognition had just given him a solid aiming point for his Talsorian arrow when billowing clouds of poison enveloped him and the world went briefly green.
When his vision cleared, he was standing in one of the emergency regen tubes that got set up in Portal Court on Fridays with the typical back-from-the-(almost)-dead headache. He staggered sideways slightly, disoriented, before snapping out "How long?" The startled tech blinked, then managed to stammer "J... just a few minutes." Target Lad stifled the urge to waste a few minutes cursing and flew for the portal room as hard as he could go, barely paying attention to where he was going.
((So... Target Lad managed to get two high-damage shots off on Pestilence (what happened to that blazing arrow, anyways?), then went down- there's no way he could dodge all that without me marysueifying him rather badly. If anybody wants to bang into him on his way back, feel free))
"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"
"ahhh!! GET OFF!" Kirae yelled, dropping one sword and grabing the imp, she then threw it
"SOME HERO YOU ARE!!" Kirae cryed out dropping her other sword, covering her face.
The imp was thrown back by Kirae, and shurgged off the blow with ease. Being thrown around wouldn't hurt the imp as much as getting shot up by three family gunners with itchy fingers.
You can't run from what's inside you.
Abram melted into the floor again only to reappear exactly where she would be coming out. He was playing a twisted game of cat and mouse with her, excecpt the cat could melt though floors and blend in with it's surroundings -- even become it's surroundings.
Excecpt, he didn't chase after her. He stood there for a while, thinking over what might be happening in the next room over.
Next, the three imps hopped on to Abram's back and looked at eachother quietly. One of the violent imps began to laugh a little bit, quickly followed by the other two. The imp that seemed to crave human attention loathed it in reality. It lived off seeing people in pain, it liked seeing people who we're begging for mercy think he was their friend, and then he would show them that he wasn't. A twisted little creature he was.
Kirae teleported and appeared before another hero
"help...... please" Kirae said
((anyone can cut in))
"No can do." Commander Cynic replied to Kirae, not very surprised by her sudden appearance. "I'm about to crash..."
And then he did, and the Commander fell flat on his face as the power of his own belief suddenly reversed its flow and poured into his body. It was like being shoved into a procrastinator furnace and locked in, lethal and overwhelming. The last thing the Commander saw before his battlesuit went into lockdown was a message flashing across his now opaque faceplate:
Damage to biosystem: 97.84%
Damage to primary power supply: 100%
Damage to secondary power supply: 100%
Energy drain detected in primary weapon. Energy loss: 100%
WARNING! Biosystems have sustained over 80% damage. Emergency bio-lockdown in progress.
Then Cynic's helmet cut off on him, spending the last of its power and leaving him frozen in the dark, a prisoner of the very clothing he wore. To everyone else present, it appeared he had just fallen on his face, and there wasn't even a hint that anything was wrong.
Kirae just stared at the hero, she was about to speek when a look of pain appeared on her face, she then screamed as a crack was heard
"AHHH! {crack} my {CRACK} wing... its fixed" Kirae said, she was breathing heavy
Just as Julia raised her glowing fist to strike the silhouetted man, a Battle Drone jumped into the way, blocking her strike with his own hammer-like hand.
"Don't have time for this..." She muttered, hopping back and vaulting over the minion before again sailing through the air, this time staying toward the ceiling and choosing to fire plasma beams at him from afar.
"Seriously, the best field trip of the year!" She screamed, putting particular emphasis on best and all words after it.
((Oh hey whats going on in this thread?))
((Oh...you know. Also, to Dogma: Natural forces are perfectly logical, at least in my opinion. Furthermore, I'm sorry you don't consider energy shields a reason, but I do, so I'm going to keep using them.))
"Then I hope you don't mind a time out." the black-clothed man jabbed two gloved fingers in Julia's direction with force, while her plasma beams impacted on the remaining protector bot shield.
Nothing happened.
Well, at least not anything the silhouette-like figure had been the cause of. The charged paralyzer bolts two of the battle drones had been...well, charging, however, thunder-hissed across the hallway, intent on taking Julia down then and there - and if they somehow missed, they of course wouldn't stand there and do nothing. They'd keep firing, punching, grabbing, kicking, and doing whatever else they could do to keep the heroine from the dark figure.
Cynic wasn't spared either, a protector bot taking the chance to knock out the unprotected Commander's motoric musculature, leaving him unable to move. Though not exactly concentrated, the dosage was enough to flatten the average human for a good four hours. Of course, the duration of his paralysis could vary, depending on his willpower.
Not really seeming to care, the mechanoid signaled its 'cousin' over, the two protector bots taking Cynic by the shoulders, then guiding their steps toward a nearby unused lab with the intention of dumping him there.
Well, not exactly.
One of the machines placed its hand-carrying arm onto the Commander's back, injecting his suit with regenerative nanites. While the Type T-02s didn't carry sufficiently complex nanoregenerators to repair organic beings (living ones with the outcome of them still being alive, that was), the idea was to jump-start the Commander's suit and have it take over from there. If that didn't work - and they'd know; they were protector bots, after all - they'd just have to take alternate action...
"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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((*pokes thread.* Anybody going to intercept Danny, or is he just going to get back to the portal room unscathed?))
"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"
"my names Kirae..." she said, grabbing his hand with one hand and her right wing with the other. she then looked around "i wasnt here a minute ago, what happened?" Kirae asked as she got up, she was still in pain