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Well dear, I prefer to kill my targets in one go by inflicting the maximum amount of damage
.aimed perfectly silk smiles and then blows into a straw and shoots the straw wrapper right at Shiohs heart.
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Playfully, Shioh grabbed the straw wrapper mere centimeters before it hit, crumpled it up, and flicked it back at Silk.
"Well, what do you do if that doesn't work?" she asked.
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"Miss, if ye're o' a psychic nature at all, th'infirmary willnae be o' much help to ye. 'Tis a device o' some sort that is muckin' up the psychic plane summat fierce."
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Though Alyssa didn't have any psychic powers at all, what she did have as a result of being infected by the Devouring Earth was the psychic connection that links the Hamidon with all of his creations. Suppressed by her mutation, yes, but still there all the same.
"Yeah, I thought it might not be a normal headache. Too bloody painful for that. Alright I'm coming with you and don't worry, for anything thats not designed to be explosive in the first place blow it up usually works well enough."
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Acid didn't seem to regard Danny's opinions of the infirmary as having great validity, taking the two in that direction anyway.
"The Malta Group is basically your standard clandestine conspiracy," he explained on the way, "but with the exception that not a lot of people believe they exist. Go figure. Either way, they formed out of paranoia about freelance metahumans after the Cold War, and have been working toward controlling the super-powered part of humanity ever since."
"Miss, please lie down over there." he interrupted himself for a moment when they reached the empty hospital, pointing to one of the examination stations against the far wall, "Imma see what I can brew up for your head."
He stepped to a counter and checked a few drawers, finally finding one containing high-tech medical instruments, and began to fish them out in order to arrange them on the counter, "Sometimes, they're successful, other times not, but so far they haven't taken enough of a beating to give up, mostly because at least the upper echelons fight for what they truly believe to be right. Hm, I need some...ah-hah."
Sparks and lights flickered flew as the reptilian's claws ripped a fluorescent from underneath the cabinets above the counter, taking the elements he needed from the lighting element and its former resting place. He looked to be constructing some kind of impromptu flashlight, but just what the thing was supposed to do quickly became impossible to tell due to its haphazard appearance.
"Anyway, we've got some of them aboard, so - mind you, this is purely conjecture at this point - I figure they're behind this psi bomb attack. Not sure why it looks to only rail on people with mental abilities, but..." he stopped speaking and looked to his left wrist in confusion, the fingers of his other hand not having found there what he'd been looking for, "Oh...right. Not wearing a watch. Fine."
"Looks like we're going to my room then." he decided, snatching the partially complete device he'd created from the counter, and headed for the door again, "Come on, you two, I need one more part for this..."
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"Yeah, well, you know." Famine grinned one of those insane grins. "I prefer what works for me."
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"Someone get in there with access so that Spider doesn't set us up for another wait..."
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7-2-2 looked to the woman, raising an eyebrow. "Uhh, I'm her replacement. But that's not who I was sent here for. You might have to check with Ms. Valeria..."
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In the hallway where Valeria was preparing her drone to disassemble the resonator, three men waited in the access area in ambush.
One was the Operations Engineer who had installed the resonator.
Another was a Sapper, his bio-feedback rifle ready to go.
The last was an Operations Officer, stun grenade in hand. They'd just received notification that they needed alternative access into the cargo container - and chances were good that Valeria had one.
And so as soon as she was distracted by the spa worker's inquiry, they would strike. Hard.
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The Malta outside of Masquerade's door may have been nervous, but that didn't make them idiots. As an Operations Engineer cut a small hole into the door with a blowtorch, one of the Sappers readied his bio-feedback device for a hosing of the room.
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"You have something we want." Came a voice from directly in front of Acid and Hotaka.
"And unlike the Arachnos fool, we will be taking it from you. Now."
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Noiseless. Odorless. Colorless. Irritation free. So it went with Agent 15. An Iraqi take on the American agent BZ, the Schedule 2 chemical is an effective and easily synthesized incapacitating agent that causes disorientation, powerful and very real hallucinations, loss of consciousness, and a significant slurring of speech. Despite Acid's alien biology, it was entirely possible that since the chemical agent could affect everything from synaptic receptors to the central nervous system, he would be affected. Thanks the lack of obvious delivery, it was also likely that Hotaka and Acid wouldn't notice the airborne agent until they had already recieved heavy dosage, although it may not have been past their reason to assume that something would be happening after their vague threat.
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If nothing was done to prevent exposure, Acid and Hotaka would suddenly behold people and places that they instantly recognized. The hallucinations were in no way vague; for all they knew, their friends and enemies were right there in front of them.
The slight blur of slowly-moving Active Camouflage would blend right in with their trip...
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"Geez, don't think I've EVER been called 'dapper' before," Harry smiled, giving Famine a quick wave. "I think the closest I've gotten up till now is 'scruffy'."
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Silk smiles at Harry and leans in closer, awww, well anyone that can provide me with such a fantastic evening AND put up with an annoying arena battle is truly a gentleman She playfully pinches Harrys cheek and settles back into her chair.
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Playfully, Shioh grabbed the straw wrapper mere centimeters before it hit, crumpled it up, and flicked it back at Silk.
"Well, what do you do if that doesn't work?" she asked.
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Giving an amused smirk at Shiohs show of reflexes, she returns her attention to the girl phases through her head, I dont miss sweetie
a good sniper only takes a shot if they are sure that it will end in a kill
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7-2-2 looked to the woman, raising an eyebrow. "Uhh, I'm her replacement. But that's not who I was sent here for. You might have to check with Ms. Valeria..."
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Ah, well then why dont I just close my notebook and JOIN THE LIMBO ON THE TIKI DECK!! Now, I dont know what Genevieve told you, but if you dont get in there and wax that whale of a woman I will see to it that every 200lb. woman over 40 who wants a Brazilian is sent to you! She womans eyelids flutter a bit as she finishes her statement with a pained smile. She has absolutely no patience left as she walks a few steps and begins to furiously type on a laptop.
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In the hallway where Valeria was preparing her drone to disassemble the resonator, three men waited in the access area in ambush.
One was the Operations Engineer who had installed the resonator.
Another was a Sapper, his bio-feedback rifle ready to go.
The last was an Operations Engineer, stun grenade in hand. They'd just received notification that they needed alternative access into the cargo container - and chances were good that Valeria had one.
And so as soon as she was distracted by the spa worker's inquiry, they would strike. Hard.
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Valeria types on her robots input keyboard and a voice rings in her head, ARE YOU DONE YET?! The woman with the Auburn hair still sits in her bathroom clinging to a towel on the wall in pain as she communicates telepathically with Valeria.
Valeria speaks out loud as if talking to no one because she has no time to focus her thoughts into telepathy I am going as fast as I can! Theres a lot of crap in the way and I need a little more time! Its not like this thing is going to be unprotect--- Valeria stops mid-sentence but holds her pose.
For the tech genius of the Twilight masquerade she sure made the stupid mistake of exposing herself so readily. Just for good measure, Valeria types a few more sequences on the droids readout and a tube from her gauntlet plugs into the droid. The tube feeds a green liquid directly FROM her veins into the robot. After a few seconds a tiny green light illuminates on the screen and the droid is now armed for a poison trap. This means that if anything trips the sensors of the robot, it would automatically release a knockout gas in all directions. after this, she continues programming the robot for a tidy removal of the resonator.
((if you havent guessed already Valeria is a Rob/Poi MM and she is basically using poison trap))
Of course, why the operative was using a blowtorch was beyond Masquerade. The door had already been blown off its hinges. That's when an interesing thought occured to the invisible man:
'...Are there any gas leaks in this room...? I cast a glance. No.
Not yet, anyway. A tiny little snip here and everything is in place. And now I depart two rooms down, that SHOULD be enough distance.
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The Malta operative was working when, for no obvious reason, the blowtorch he was using blew up in his face.
As did the entire room, and a good part of the hallway outside of it. Masquerade listened with an intense amount of satisfaction two doors down.
And the fire alarm went off.
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Of course, Malta would have to get in line. They weren't the only ones who wanted something from Valeria.
"Hello." She heard a sinisterly forgettable voice from behind her. It was a man with curly black hair and a face that was forgettable in a most macabre fashion. He was wearing an incredibly sharp black suit.
"My brother told me you tried to kill him a couple of times today. I'm here to return the favor...It rather ties in nicely, don't even try to deny you didn't see me hauling it away. It's not your fault, your timing just sucks. All loose ends..."
The man conjured a roaring blade of fire.
"Must be tied..."
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Shioh grinned slightly, "In my line of work, we have to plan for the unexpected. One time I had to kill this guy with a crazy healing factor. I unloaded three clips from an SMG, two grenades, and thiry-seven cuts from my claws, and the guy still got up. So I strapped him to a garbage truck and drove it into the ocean, and fished out the body later."
Her eyes hazed over, a rather disturbing look of nostalgia creeping over her face.
Danny frowned as he followed Acid into the infirmary. "If'n we've got crazy paramilitary superspy types runnin' about, I'm nae thinkin' foggin' her head 's th'best idea, e'en if it does dull th'pain..." his voice trailed off as Acid worked.
"Ah. Techno-whatsis solution." he said eventually, with a shrug. "As t'why th'psibomb is only affectin' folks wi' mental-type abilities, who knows? Maybe they're thinkin' tha' th'big threat t'them on board 'sa psi o' some sort, an' th'rest o' us are just an afterthought..." Then he stopped and made a face. "O'course, it could just be tha' there's more'n one set o' nasties runnin' about, and th'Malta group dinnae have a thing t'do wi' th'head-melter." He shrugged again. "T'would be about par f'r th'course o' my life, t'have my vacation attacked by half-a-dozen diff'rent supergoon organizations a' th'same time."
"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"
((Whoops, the last Ops guy was meant to be an officer.))
"Oh damnit." 7-2-2 grimaced.
Nothing could help him now.
Nothing but the Agent 15 filtering into the Spa.
"Wait, what?" He asked himself, befuddled. As the attendees of the Spa began to scream, black out, and hallucinate wildly, 7-2-2 made his way out of the chaos as quickly as he could.
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7-2-2 wrapped around corners and bends, ducking into one of the maintenance tunnels and quickly making his way back to his post.
It was in these tunnels that he ran into his savior.
Before him was a man in a dark, poisonous green Exoskeleton armor, a suit so bulky it took up most of the access tunnel. Heavily tinted and reinforced goggles stared him down, and he had the uncanny sense that many more eyes watched him. This was Pestilence, the second Horseman of the Apocalypse who had made his presence known on the ship.
"Do not compromise your cover again." Came a voice from just over the operative's shoulder.
"We are not paid to protect your worthless hide."
And just like that, Pestilence vanished from before him, a teleport carrying him somewhere else on the ship.
7-2-2 continued back to the Resonator.
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"File out. Present minimal profile. In three. Two. One." The Operations Officer whispered to the team near the resonator.
"Go."
The Engineer wheeled around the corner, taking the full force of the poisonous trap. Fortunately for him, it looked like this was a sleep variant of the trap ((/poison's trap is bad that way)) and that he'd be up as soon as something could shake him awake.
Something like the Stun Grenade that came around the corner next, exploding with a concussive blast that reverberated off of the ship's walls, sending metal bits and debris from the resonator's sealing in skittering along the floor. Without missing a beat, the Sapper rounded the corner with the Operations Officer and the rapidly recovering engineer, all three firing their primary weapons in concert at both the robot and Valeria.
"Don't destroy the card! Go for head shots!"
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"Sniping's Death's bag. I don't have the muscle discipline." Famine shrugged. "One too many jittery booms in my time, I guess."
"Oh. I don't guess I've introduced myself."
"I'm Famine, second in command of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse mercenary...organization, I guess you could call us. We will fight anywhere and do anything, if your money is green enough."
Famine took the time to hand out a business card to each person present, a horse's head etched into the back of each one.
"Of course, right now I'm just chillin' here without the rest." Famine smoothly lied. "But as soon as we're off this tub we're up as free agents again, if you have any problems what needin' takin' care of."
Both stopped in surprise, the cloaked man who'd just appeared around the corner having taken them aback, neither Hotaka not Acid having expected any further pursuit.
"Whoa now, we don't want any trouble." the reptilian stretched his hands from him, "We were just...wait a minute..."
His hands lowered a bit again, the Khelari's head moving forward a tad, reflexively squinting eyes. He couldn't actually see Death, but he could feel his presence, and the man's individual emanations definitely felt somehow familiar.
"I know you." he remarked, pointing a finger at Death, then shaking it between him and the ceiling, "I know you from somewhere."
"You do?" Hotaka inquired curiously, simply standing there. The man's chi didn't feel familiar at all, but then again, he'd never met Sombre Death or any of the other Horsemen.
"Yeah." Acid insisted with a nod, "James, is that you?"
Neither seemed to have even noticed the presence of the gas. It wasn't alive, colorless, and even Acid's nose couldn't pick up on something that didn't have a scent. Hotaka thought he noticed something for a moment, but then dismissed it as an effect of the pressure in his head.
Truth be told, neither of them had anything to fear from the agent. Acid's lungs were used to an atmosphere saturated with high-grade toxins, and thus configured to rebuke anything that wasn't supposed to enter the bloodstream - including the (for him) downright extreme oxygen content of Terra's atmosphere. Had that gotten through to him, he would've gone loopy in mere minutes.
As for Hotaka, he had more than enough 'experience' with toxins to have something up his proverbial sleeve against this. Well, that and he had a magic amulet around his neck...
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"Nah." was Acid's response to Danny's conclusion of what he had built, explaining on the way to his residence aboard, "But if you're going to weld something, you need a welder. Okay, bad analogy, but you get the idea."
"And I don't know..." he remarked with a shrug on the way, "Malta tends to work alone because they like backstabbing everyone. Well, precluding that it's all just a Nemesis plot, but yeah."
As they spoke, however, Danny and Alyssa might very well have noticed that they weren't heading toward the cabins. Instead, he seemed to be taking them along the center of the ship. Up yes, but not to the periphery, where one would have expected his domicile to be...
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Curiously enough, no one on board seemed to reacted to the fire alarm this time. Indeed, there hadn't been any.
Instead, the sections sprinkler system had apparently gotten a mind of its own, cleverly dousing the worst sections double-time, and then shutting off once everything had been extinguished. The gas line had of course shut off automatically once it had detected such a drastic pressure loss.
Those either in the immediate area, or the silent alarm that notified the ships official stations, would spread the only news about the fire. The general populace, however, remained blissfully unaware...
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8000 m
A black-gloved fist rammed the overhead lever forward to its terminal position, then moved silently through the shadows of the cockpit, tipping two fingers to the copilot across the center console. Another hand came from the right, wrapping its fingers about the thrust levers, and barely luminous instrumentation steadied in the night. The pilot's hand moved on, tipping again a pair of fingers, but this time to the back, into the cabin, where two rows of pitch-black boots sat neatly upon the grated floor.
The team's leader nodded in acknowledgement, and subsequently turned the same gesture to her team, giving order to check their sneak suits one last time. Tricloptic goggles went online one after another as they slipped across the narrow eyes slits of face-concealing stealth masks, but gave no outward light in the process. Strong arms removed long, waterproof cases from beneath the benches, connecting straps where need be and checking heavy assault weaponry with the expert grips of long-trained experience. Thumb after black-gloved thumb went up, and then the leader gave the copilot the wave he'd awaited.
Harsh winds kicked up as the plane's rear ramp came open, the leader stepping securely across metal to survey the sea of clouds that hung in pale moon's light below, trying to sight their target through the haze. The rest of the team gathered, one at a time, forming the jump line with patient precision as they awaited the signal of the green light above the exit ramp.
It came.
The leader flung herself from the plane in a quick, graceful leap, arms flat against her sides as she barreled down into freefall, her team not far behind. She barely felt the cold air rushing by her face, insulated well by the nearly skintight sneak suit that securely held her gear. Far below, she could by now see the clouds grow ever larger, the sea become an ocean. Above, the blacked-out plane had already vanished against the sky of night, barely a shadow against the star-filled firmament. Soon it disappeared entirely, swallowed by the clouds that took the moon's pale light, showing naught but black to those below. Though white churned with black in the sea, from high above the shadows cast hid all in their veils of dark tranquility.
She pulled her ripcord, the pitch-black cute rushing out her pack and into the air, yanking hard as it slowed her descent from one moment to another, the parasail's deployed steering lines now giving her complete control. Gradually, gracefully, she steadied her fall into a glide, the target's running lights now set clear in the green of her goggles' low-light amplification, standing perfectly against the nearly pitch-black waves upon which the gargantuan cruise liner so serenely rode. Wind and waves passed by below as she guided her glide into final approach, vectoring precisely to make a spot as difficult as possible, and drawing a beeline to a darkened, empty section of the upper deck. A short signal to her team, and then she pulled up a few mere arc minutes, slowing and guiding her final descent to her every whim.
The planks sat quiet, bereft, and in the silent shadows of the clouds above, devoid of presence or attention in the night. Sole and still, it likely stood as one of the most secluded spots aboard right now, alone and unbotherered, with only the gentle wash of waves below to hold.
Until they came.
Her boot hit the deck hard, but with nary a sound, its finely crafted sole cushioning the impact. The muzzle of her rifle swept from left to right, searching, inspecting for anything amiss as the rest came down around her, detaching their chutes and unlatching one of the cases, stuffing the synthetic fabrics into the meticulously prepared container, making every trace of their arrival disappear.
Nods went about as the latches clacked shut once more, and the perimeter dissolved, several sneaky shadows hushing under nearest cover with practiced precision, steady steps, insidious intent. A hatch was quickly found, and in they went where no one had yet come, to begin the second phase of the operation.
A ladder shook as the sole of her boot first fell upon its rungs, the second wedging itself against the shaft's far wall, and down into the darkness went the end of the rope, the small probe latched onto the top quickly rushing down into the abyss, scanning and sweeping for anything that might have been unwanted as the suited figures watched warily from above. Rifle sights and goggles alike moved to and fro, the team giving no assumptions that their arrival had indeed remained undetected...
((Just giving an opening. No one has to notice them if they don't want to. 
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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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Shioh grinned slightly, "In my line of work, we have to plan for the unexpected. One time I had to kill this guy with a crazy healing factor. I unloaded three clips from an SMG, two grenades, and thiry-seven cuts from my claws, and the guy still got up. So I strapped him to a garbage truck and drove it into the ocean, and fished out the body later."
Her eyes hazed over, a rather disturbing look of nostalgia creeping over her face.
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How sweet! You really dont find many girls your age with a taste for classic executions like that. Silk was disturbingly honest when she says this.
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"Of course, right now I'm just chillin' here without the rest." Famine smoothly lied. "But as soon as we're off this tub we're up as free agents again, if you have any problems what needin' takin' care of."
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Silk looks down at the card, well that was
informative. Looking back at famine, My name is silk but my trade name is the Fallen Lotus, and I work as the chief sniper for the Twilight Masquerade and its a pleasure to meet you Famine.
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"File out. Present minimal profile. In three. Two. One." The Operations Officer whispered to the team near the resonator.
"Go."
The Engineer wheeled around the corner, taking the full force of the poisonous trap. Fortunately for him, it looked like this was a sleep variant of the trap ((/poison's trap is bad that way)) and that he'd be up as soon as something could shake him awake.
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The moment the engineer rounded the corner Valeria activated a teleportation beacon and she was transported back to the spot where she had been observing the two guards to begin with.
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Something like the Stun Grenade that came around the corner next, exploding with a concussive blast that reverberated off of the ship's walls, sending metal bits and debris from the resonator's sealing in skittering along the floor. Without missing a beat, the Sapper rounded the corner with the Operations Officer and the rapidly recovering engineer, all three firing their primary weapons in concert at both the robot and Valeria.
"Don't destroy the card! Go for head shots!"
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Valeria watched in utter frustration as the team obliterated her droid and all the programming she had been working so hard on. She was mad but she knew that she wouldnt have been able to take them all on unless all of her droids were out. She stayed back to watch what they would do next.
Shioh took the card in her hands, flipping it around, sniffing it briefly.
"I'm Shioh, I serve Arachnos," she blurted out proudly.
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"If'n we've got crazy paramilitary superspy types runnin' about, I'm nae thinkin' foggin' her head 's th'best idea, e'en if it does dull th'pain..." his voice trailed off as Acid worked.
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"Why not? Not like it isn't already fogged to hell and back by alcohol and this bloody headache", Alyssa replied. Looking at what Acid was building all she saw was a jumble of parts, not unsurprisingly she wasn't much into technology.
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As they spoke, however, Danny and Alyssa might very well have noticed that they weren't heading toward the cabins. Instead, he seemed to be taking them along the center of the ship. Up yes, but not to the periphery, where one would have expected his domicile to be...
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Alyssa noticed no such thing, she wasn't paying attention to where they were going and the ship was still a maze to her even on the best of days.
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
Danny shrugged. "Fogged by pain is nae th'same as fogged by drugs, 'special psi blockers. Y'wind up feelin' like y'r head is fulla slumpy puddin'." He didn't elaborate on how he knew, although his tone made it clear that he was speaking from (unpleasant) experience.
The boy archer didn't notice that they were heading away from the cabins, either... not really, anyways. His direction sense was poor at the best of times. However, he remained wary; while Acid seemed likeable enough, Danny had met his fair share of affable psychos who went from cheerful conversation to murderous rampages in the space between heartbeats.
"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"
"No worries then," Acid chuckled as he led the two to a larger door that sat at the junction of three corridors, "I hate pills. Like eating rocks. And all those side effects? I swear, I saw this antidepressant once: may cause suicidal thoughts. What?! So if I swallow this, I might start thinking about killing myself? I dunno about you, but that wouldn't make me feel less depressed."
As they reached the door, the reptilian produced a key from a pocket, which very snugly fit into the lock on the door that very clearly wasn't a passenger cabin - and as Acid opened the doorway, the very first glance told so without a doubt.
It was an arboretum.
A fairly large one, actually, home to quite a few large, lush trees beneath the glass roof several stories above, looking somewhat like an overdimensional greenhouse. The theme stood tropical, and all manner of bushes, shrubbery, and other plant life had been carefully arranged about the towering trees, leaves green and juicy telling the content tale of expert care around the large woods.
And in the crown of one, near the center of the arboretum, hung a travel bag, draped over a knot near the end of a very large, sturdy branch. Said end, in turn, carried a collection of broad leaves that lay above and against one another, but had not been severed from their stems. Indeed, even the branches and vines holding them together were perfectly healthy and alive...
"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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Alyssa continued following behind Danny and Acid, not particularly caring or even noticing where they were going until they got there. The sight of the arboretum however shocked her befuddled mind back into some semblance of wakefulness and she looked around at the trees. "Man, I should have explored the boat more thoroughly, I didn't even know this was here." Rising off the ground with a small gust of wind she flew around inspecting the greenery. Most of it she didn't recognise, having never been out of Paragon until this cruise, but it was obvious they were well cared for. Either that or they were the kind of thing that didn't need much care, having not seen them before she didn't know. Settling on a lower branch of one of the bigger trees she sat there leaning against the trunk while she waited for the others to finish whatever they'd come here for.
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
Danny simply floated patiently, legs folded, elbows on knees and chin in hands, waiting for Acid to finish whatever he had come for. He wasn't sure what Alyssa was going to do, but he was hoping to drag the big reptilian along to find that psibomb. From what Acid had said, he wasn't especially fond of the Malta group, and the little archer hoped that would be enough to secure his help, at least long enough to stop the thing Danny had dubbed "th'head-melter".
"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"
While Alyssa took in the area, eventually settling on the branch she'd chosen, and Danny floated beside her, Acid made his way up the wide trunk of the tree he'd placed his 'sleeping quarters' in, his claws allowing him to climb the plant as effortlessly as a leopard. He snatched the watch he'd mentioned form his travel bag, then made his way over to the two, his feet as secure against the branches as a human's on flat earth.
"Yeah, the Doc was nice enough to rent the place out for me when he kicked me off the helo." the reptilian explained as he began to disassemble the watch, "I have to admit, he did arrange everything as well as he could. Oh, I do have an actual cabin, but I just use it to keep most of my stuff. Sure it's nice, but everything's cold, and synthetic, and just...blech."
Having apparently found what he'd been looking for amongst the watch's parts (which by now made it very evident the watch was much more than that, the alien-looking architecture of its insides incorporating luminous elements of solid energy, a few objects that looked like tiny crystals, and a thin film of transparent, apparently living neural tissue), the reptilian swallowed the organic film, then set to work on installing a few of the crystals in his cobbled-together device.
"Seriously, I don't know how you guys can live like that." he shrugged, connecting the final pieces, "Even in your cities. Steel and concrete everywhere, pavement all over the place...and I live on a space ship, mind you. Lots of metal. But even there...I tell you, that cabin I technically have, I couldn't live there. Well, live maybe, but definitely not relax, or even enjoy myself. Hell, I couldn't enjoy that place if I were to bone my girlfriend there, and that's saying something. Ah, there we go. Done."
"Now, I'm going to need you to hold perfectly still." the Khelari told Alyssa as he held the device's blue lens to her eyes, reaching to hold her forehead motionless with his free hand, "I'm gonna implant you with a temporary mono shield. Don't worry, you won't feel a thing. I speak from experience..."
"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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"Now, I'm going to need you to hold perfectly still." the Khelari told Alyssa as he held the device's blue lens to her eyes, reaching to hold her forehead motionless with his free hand, "I'm gonna implant you with a temporary mono shield. Don't worry, you won't feel a thing. I speak from experience..."
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"A what?" Alyssa truly had no idea what that was, but for some reason she trusted the reptilian enough to let him do it without any further explanation. That in itself was strange, considering the last time someone injected her with something she'd turned green and sprouted leaves.
((So what exactly is this thing and what would be the expected reaction to it?))
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
((where'd everyone go?))
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((where'd everyone go?))
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((Still here kekekeke))
((Sorry about the delay in posting. Busy couple o' days.))
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Shioh grinned slightly, "In my line of work, we have to plan for the unexpected. One time I had to kill this guy with a crazy healing factor. I unloaded three clips from an SMG, two grenades, and thiry-seven cuts from my claws, and the guy still got up. So I strapped him to a garbage truck and drove it into the ocean, and fished out the body later."
Her eyes hazed over, a rather disturbing look of nostalgia creeping over her face.
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How sweet! You really dont find many girls your age with a taste for classic executions like that. Silk was disturbingly honest when she says this.
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Harry made no comment to any of this, his face carrying a decidedly neutral expression as he swallowed the pretzels he'd been chewing and plucked up the discarded straw wrapper. He lazily twisted it about in his hands while he let the others talk for awhile.
((I'm still here, just isn't a lot for Danny to do, or even comment on, at the moment))
"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'm still here too, waiting for Devious to tell what this shield thing is exactly so I can decide what Alyssa's reaction to it would be))
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
Danny raised an eyebrow. "Miss, if ye're o' a psychic nature at all, th'infirmary willnae be o' much help to ye. 'Tis a device o' some sort that is muckin' up the psychic plane summat fierce." He shrugged, and gave Acid a look. "An'... I dinnae know if y'noticed, but I'm nae but thirteen years old. 'Tis no' a lot that I know about disarmin' supertech doohickeys, shy o' blowin' 'em to bits an' hopin' that works."
Then his brain caught up with his ears. "Malta..?" he repeated. He frowned. "I havenae run across a group by tha' name before... maybe I'd best stay wi' ye, if'n ye know what's goin' on."
"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"