((C'mon, Sov... post so I can react to the happenings! At the moment, Target Lad is doing a high-speed flying Thunderstrike charge on Pestilence, and Abram's sadism is likely to piss him off- I'd like to shoot him a couple of times 
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"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"
((I think he's working on it...but if you really want to poke a crazed gun-nut, feel free to send him a PM while I stand behind this ballistics barrier here. 
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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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((Hrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm))
((The gas was being..canceled out...by her healing powers...))
((This...is...CHEMICAL WARFAAAARREEEE))
Pestilence turned around to face Target Lad just as his fist went sailing directly into his face. The Specialist recoiled in the abject pain of, well, getting punched in the face at about seventy miles an hour. His left eye-covering bent and then shattered as he hit the floor, and Pestilence yelped in fear, covering his yellowed and bloodshot eye with his mesh glove. Awkwardly making a break for it now that his suit's seal was broken, Pestilence threw one last grenade behind him before suddenly vanishing in a teleport.
There were quiet whisperings in an unknown and terrifying language.
But Pestilence didn't return.
Yet still the grenade sailed through the air, landing with an oddly squishy sound on the floor. The grenade pulsed, as though alive, and suddenly a massive cloud of spores blew into the room, working its way into everyone. An intensely painful and powerful paralytic agent made by none other than Scorpion Agent Drechi himself, these spores had the added effect of making almost impossible to see right in front of you.
Right before the spores covered him, Target would notice that the glass of Pestilence's goggle had given him a small cut on his hand.
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War, Bringer of Strife to Humanity, Rider of the Apocalypse, stared into the inky blackness through infra-red goggles.
"I love this job."
The terrorist-priest-killer-for-hire reached into his tactical belt and drew, as bad-[censored] as he possibly could hope to draw, two Falcatas, foreward curved slashing blades from far off lands. 'Like Egypt or something.' Was what War remembered of it. Each Falcata was covered in a slick coat of Cyanide, thanks to Pestilence's last minute thinking.
"I'm just glad he's not so stupid as to think he could take these **** out himself." War smiled, ignoring the fact that he had arranged for no such further backup.
"Alright, get some, GET SOME!" The Horseman yelled, securing one of Pestilence's gas masks and charging towards the nearest heat source (Which happened to be Target Lad,) swinging his blades rampantly.
Kiraes healing powers where working at full force to cancel all the injureys and poisons she was getting, it was able to keep her from getting infected but that was all, she wasnt being healed enough to help, just enough to remain in her current condition
Being mostly biological, Abrams' Praetorian suffered vision imparments but due to his mastery of the mind, he was not affected as seriously as the others would. If his eyes would simply repair themselves. Oddly, for being a human, he was quite hard to permantly damage.
Maybe it was that he wasn't fully human? Or maybe he wasn't human at all and rather something imitating this particuallar being. That might explain it's means to being in Portal Corp constantly.
It's eyes began to water slightly before laughing at Kirae.
((Okay seriously? Seriously. Blood agents? Check. Psionics? Check. Stun bolts? Check. Blinding spores? Check. Paralysis Grenade? Check.))
((Let me say something, Ravenick. As much as I hate to use game logic.))
((I have a Scrapper too you know. BS/Regen. He's mid-levels, Operative Rezyin's his name.))
((He is completely twinked out on about thirty million worth of IO sets.))
((HE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO STOP THIS.))
OOC:
What about the new MoG?
I mean, yea, otherwise I completely agree with you.
((your patence is amasing! but i dont remember hearing about these weapons in the game, and all battle damage is automatily healed over time in the game so whats the problem with my character just barly holding it together?
im not saying she is invicible! XD))
Julia, already in excrutiating pain from the psionic assault, suffered even worse with the addition of the spores, breathing them in without even realizing what they were, nor even realizing that there was an abnormality in the air in the first place. Her eyes shot open immediately upon feeling the effects of the spores, and the beginnings of a scream were heard before a flash of light was seen, her biological signs becoming uncomfortably low for her suit to sit by and watch. It teleported her to the nearest medical facility, convienently located right inside of Portal Corporation.
She fell to her knees, the mental shock of receiving such a blow still haunting her mind.
((Hmm... couple of assumptions you made, Sov- one is that Target Lad had any plans whatsoever to stop after he belted Pestilence; he doesn't. The hallway is still full of nasty toxins, and his protection is quite limited- he's hauling his tuschas out of there as fast as he can move.
Also, he's a bowslinger- he's wearing comfortable leather gloves to protect his hands))
War found himself slightly startled as his target ignored him utterly and shot off down the hallway as fast as he could move. There isna much I c'n do t'help if'n I pass out an' die from th'crap tha' th'idiot I belted pumped into th' air here, an' I only have a few seconds o' clean air left. Target Lad thought as he shook his sore hand. The toughness of his opponent's armour had surprised him, and he shuddered as he noticed a deep gouge in the leather of his glove. I dinna like to think what would happen if ' took a cut fro' anythin' tha' dafty was wearin'... As he shot around the corner, there was a damp squib noise behind him, and he risked a glance down the hallway as he banked around the corner.
Then he peeked back out from around the corner. The whole hallway had gone opaque, and he frowned as he flicked through various visual spectrums. By the sound of things, the Portal Corp air filtration system was working hard, but didn't seem to be making a lot of headway against the smoke screen of... whatever. Target Lad finished flipping through every enhanced-vision option his targetting monocle afforded him (all five of them), and had even tried a trick his Uncle had mentioned, 'seeing' deeper into the electromagnetic spectrum to pick people out by their bioelectric signature. Either the trick hadn't worked, or whatever the smog was made of was blocking that, too.
The little archer thought hard and fast, but wasn't able to come up with much of anything better than... he opened an encrypted private channel to Kirae. "Oy, daft git! Hit th'floor!" Then, his conscience assuaged, he lobbed a concussive arrow down the hall.
This particular explosive head didn't do much damage (well, unless it hit you in the face before it went off, in which case it was like getting punched in the head, quite hard), instead releasing a shockwave of reasonable power, hopefully forcing the smog screen into the vents (where the labgeeks would probably go into paroxysms of ecstasy examining it- Isles biotech didn't pass through Paragon City labs very often, for obvious reasons). Also, if he was lucky, his opponents would be caught off guard, and carried off their feet.
"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"
((how is target lad speaking to Kirae? what is he using))
The Doc's head nearly spun as a speeding-by archer attempted to do the very same to him, a black-gloved hand shooting at the nearest uneven section of wall to grab a hold of. Fortunately, he succeeded.
Unfortunately, if they hadn't before already, the mechanoids that accompanied the man had now been relegated to absolute uselessness. Despite pouring fire in every direction, their effect at keeping people away from the Doc had dropped to zilch. He had to get out of here, and he had to do it fast.
Okay, think. Back door to lab is...right. Now how do I get there? Passage should be in...right, supercomputer.
The Doc suddenly darted off in the direction of the mainframe, leaving his robotic entourage behind - save of course for the protector bot maintaining the shielding about his personal effects. He gave no illusions that con Vulse had by now very likely torn the assault bot apart (perhaps literally, even), and could only hope the second protector could support the battle drones well enough that nobody would notice the Doc's disappearance.
Fat chance.
A grenade-tipped arrow sailed by out of nowhere, speeding past the Doc and into the angry mob he'd left behind, laying the mechanoids there flat as corn stalks in a crop circle and disrupting any accuracy their fire might've had for the next few seconds.
Far enough away from the debacle to receive no ill effects, the Doc turned another corner (located before the one Target Lad had taken, of course), and bolted down the hallway marked, among other things, as 'Mainframe ->' by a very helpful sign...
"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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((Quick question, would this be able to be heard throughout Portal Corp? Because I haven't RPed Shinji and Ry in a long time and I want them to get with the punching of the faces.))
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((how is target lad speaking to Kirae? what is he using))
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((Handy-dandy head-set, I'd guess. Standard RP device used by a lot of people to explain the different channels when in-game.))
Edit: Julia quickly recovered, shaking her head as if to forcibly evict any ill-effects from her conscience, when, as soon as she stepped out of the med-bay, the same man who had been pointed out as the operator behind this entire mess sped by, Protector Bot in tow. She stood for about a second and a half before the image registered, in her head a loud "Hey!" resounding throughout teh corridors as her rocket-boots activated and she sped after him, charging her gauntlets threateningly.
((I believe that, by the way the architecture's been described, this is accurate. If not, please tell me and I'll correct it.))
((Basically, Target Lad just sent Kirae a 'tell'- RP-wise, I'm assuming that all the heroes have some form of long-distance communication- an earbud with 'radio' capability or whatever))
"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 tryed to find where the voice was coming from but couldnt see so she whispered into her collar mic.
"please help me! i cant move and abram is gong to do something to me! i dont know what it is but im sure i wont like it!" Kirae whispered, she was franticly moving her eyes looking around, looking around the blurred hallway
((Uh... Ravenick? What about the explosion?))
"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"
Abram fell to his knees at the explosion.
And then he melted.
And so did the imps.
Soon he was in the same place he was as before, but appearing as he was before melting the first time: simple and caring. He held his head in blurred pain and let a cry for help out, a cry for something resembling a cry for mercy.
The three imps soon reapeared inside Abram's coat, they hung on to him and let out similar crys for help.
"Ohheywha-" Was all war could get out before the arrow thumped into the soft layer of kevlar he wore.
"DAMN YOU JOSEPH WILBRAND!" He screamed before the blast went off right in front of him, completely ruining any cohesive plan that could have been forming as he sailed into the wall behind him, dazed but seemingly about to get back up.
((Kirae was on the floor paralized so she could do anything anyway))
Kirae notice a dark blur that disappeared when a explodion went off, it then reappeared. thats when she concluded that it must have been abram
"help! i dont think it worked! please help me!" Kirae said she looked like she was about to cry as thoughts of what he would do to her passed through her mind, not realising that the explodion had sent metal bits flying and afew had hit her
Target Lad stared down the hallway as the gummy fug cleared, slowly. At least one fan had given out trying to clear the thick not-quite-fog, and was now making a sad little rattling noise as it twitched against the massed globs of... whatever it was that had been in Pestilence' grenade.
From what he could see the two almost-fetal figures (Abram and Kirae) were probably not dangerous, at least not right now. He ignored Kirae's whimpering for the moment, his mind ticking like a ballistics computer; the big guy with the blades was getting up, and Danny was pretty sure that War had taken a swing at him on his way by, tagging him as hostile... and, judging by those curved blades and the armour, dangerous as hell.
His careful calculations finished with the help of his short-term precognition, Target Lad drew back the giant fistful of arrows he had been prepping and let fly. Painful pointiness filled the hallway, a perfect storm of razor-tipped arrows all converging on War- some directly, a few ricocheting off walls, sacrificing some speed in an attempt to bypass War's blades, and at least one particularly tricky triple-bank shot (which Target Lad was quite proud of) coming at War from behind, aimed squarely at his left buttock.
All shots were carefully aimed to disable, not kill, but if War simply took the Rain of Impervium-headed Arrows, he was going to be in considerable pain, and find his mobility sharply limited by all the pointy sticks hanging out of his muscles.
"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 the fans started working at clearing the hall, her body started to regain some movement as her healing ablilitys started to make some progress with the posions
she started to slowly sqwirm around, moving away like a worm, her wings where dragging on the floor
"stay away from me abram!"
War stood shakily to his feet just in time to catch an arrow in his chest.
"Oh COME ON!" He yelled at Target, unflinchingly taking another two ricochets which slammed into one of his shoulder plates, the bank-shot only landing one of the three (thankfully) on a thick composite buttplate.
Swinging the blades forward and managing to knock away a few arrows, War charged forward at a rather respectable pace for being stuck full of points. As he passed by Kirae and Abram he took a few wild slashes but didn't stick around to see what damage he'd caused as he jumped forward, swords held high, hoping to wipe Target and regroup with his hirer.
the sword grazed her back, making a slice to te left of her spine but to the right of her left wing, making a cut in her jacket and shirt, she started to bleed
'maybe im not ready for this....' Kirae thought to herself, she was hoping this wasnt then end for her
Kirae looked at Abram and sighed
'......i give up......' Kirae thought as she layed on the floor
"why are you doing this to me?" Kirae asked, she couldnt feel anything due to all of the shocks so the attacks the imps were inflicting on her were pointless and the gas was being canceled out by her healing powers
"please stop! ill do anything! just stop....." Kirae cryed, she knew she would be done for if he didnt stop beause it seemed as though nobody was going to come to her aid
"PLEASE DONT!!" Kirae begged