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The cruise ship activities director looks down at were the cat was once standing and immediately turns his attention to the woman with the blue symbols about her skin. please maam We ask that all of our meta-human patrons please refrain from use of their powers for the duration of the cruise. This is for the safety of the crew, the guests and the boat itself, We truly appreciate our Meta-Human patrons and so I would like to invite you to our spectacular masquerade ball in hall 18 later this week! pushing a flyer towards her wit hthe same dumb smile on his face. so can I count on your attendance?
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Miranda regarded the chipper chap with an intimidating scowl. Why dont you tell that to the meta-humans causing the commotion with the fire alarm? Or the surge of energy I felt from the person apparently hovering overboard over there? she scalded, pointing in the direction of the disturbances she had previously been ignoring. Or, maybe you can tell your other patrons to keep their damn cats on a leash or something! As she said that, the azure woman snatched the flyer from his hand.
She didnt get much chance to read it before another disturbance. Her eyes were drawn first toward the white tux then the girl he was with, who were apparently scuffling. Or what do you do about something like that? she continued, putting the flyer in her book. It was obvious she wouldnt get anymore reading done so she closed her tomb to study it another time.
With a smooth and graceful right hand, Miranda traced a symbol in the air which was only visible for the part of a second her glowing finger tips left the space. Glyph of days breath, she muttered to herself which summon the same symbol around the white tux-clad man. It appeared about him and disappeared in the same instant, causing a powerful force to push him up up up.
She followed up with a symbol on her left palm, which glowed brighter and brighter as the spell was cast. Glyph of shackles. Glyphs around Shiohs and Nails ankles, glowing like the symbol on her palm. The brighter her palm glowed the more weight was put on the targets legs to slow them down, if not out right immobilize them.
((Pst, Leo - the people your character is talking about are on the lower decks all the way astern. You know, the veranda-like places. 
Like these here.))
"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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((I guess you can disregard her 'seeing' them, but she doesn't have to be in line of sight to work her magic. I guess you can just say the area she's in and the area the other 3 are at aren't more than 3 stories apart.))
(OOC: Yes it's pretty safe to say the fire and scuffle on the stern are pretty far apart as well, they typically don't put very many cabins next to the engine of the ship. And how would she know metahumans were causing the fire anyway?)
((Hm, I guess so. I never did say how far below the top deck the spot in question was, and there's bound to be at least one pool near the stern as well. M'kay, just wanted to make sure ya knew. 
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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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Alarms? Muffled sounds of combat? Mysterious cargo?
"...Eh, I guess that's nothing really UNUSUAL these days, but still... Expected it to take at LEAST a few days for it to start happening."
As the blonde, blue-eyed man stood from his bed, he observed the room- He hadn't been able to afford a very expensive one, which was to be expected from having a simple job like 'Editor of the Paragon City Times,' and not only that, sometimes having to take time off work for the whole 'super-hero' bit cut into his pay a little.
The room itself was rather small. It had a bed, drawers, a mirror, a closet, the usual for a room of this size, but over on a wooden desk in the corner sat a laptop and a video screen, items brought on board by the occupant of said room. The laptop was on an informative page about the ship itself, about the departure time, the locations, events going on at certain times, that sort of thing. Of course, being John Ballard, the screen also had about twelve minimized tabs with funny HeroTube videos and a page of 'How to Make Your Best Spaghetti Bolognese Dish.'
Coincidentally, a plate with remnants of the meal was in front of the video screen, which was paused on a picture of a hero in bright red armour fighting some thugs in red and orange clothes.
The editor had come on board after recieving a tip from some citizens of Paragon City, about some container being brought on board. One of the citizens had a brother working at the dock that the box was loaded at, and it was not only armour-plated, but nobody he asked knew what was inside.
Of course, this got John curious, and when he gets curious, he's pretty much guaranteed to look into it.
He put on his 'relaxed' clothes, which, strangely enough, were not composed of a trench coat or cape. A loose white t-shirt, long jeans, and black shoes composed his wardrobe. Not interesting clothes, granted, but that was the point. He fit in well with the non-meta passengers.
He left his cabin, a couple walking by him toward the sun-lit deck. He noticed a few people out there, and judging by the height and build of some of them, and especially the wardrobe, he guessed most of them were metas.
He went in the opposite direction, looking for the stairs downward- The cargo hold would be downstairs on most ships, he guessed. He could come up with some excuse to get into the cargo hold if he wasn't let in immediately, but if the container wasn't in there, he'd have to search some more unlikely places.
"Shouldn't be TOO hard," he muttered to himself, proceeding down a stairway, "After all, not like it's easy to hide a weird crate without people getting uneasy. Follow the uneasy people... Well, I suppose the majority of people on the ship being super-powered might make them uneasy too, but whatever..."
((I thought it'd be pretty obvious that she can sense unsubtle things from far away. She isn't pointing *at* the place of the fire or *at* the boy discharging electricity, she was pointing *toward* them. Or do I have to write up a run-down of her abilities and origin?))
((Nah, you're fine. It was just the seeing part that threw me off. ))
With the fire alarm cancelled by reasoning of accident, the gentlemen who sought the steward continued to do just that. It took a little while, but eventually they found the desired individual just where they'd expected: the grand hall (or 18, at least), setting up for the masquerade ball.
After delivering their concerns in the form of 'believing someone had been killed', they departed once again, this time for the upper deck. Truth be told, the two didn't care too much if the ship's personnel would truly investigate. Technically, they were obligated to do so, demanded by merchant fleet codes, but so long as no one else died, the two wouldn't be paying much heed right there. After all, they wanted to at least try to get a little relaxation out of this - and considering neither of them knew exactly how, this was more than enough of a job at present.
They passed John Ballard on the way, near the open door from below deck that led to the astern pools, their attention immediately drawn by magic from the far end. However, they decided it best to ignore the cerulean spellcaster for now. Judging by her expression and the pleading activities director, that wasn't something they wanted to get involved in. Better to just let things blow over and remain unnoticed. The man from the Paragon Times (who was likely still in earshot) they hadn't even taken note of.
Of course, that didn't mean they would get away unnoticed.
"Hotaka?!" a male tone's shout turned their attention to the tiki-styled bar that sat ahead of the pool, forming a wide pathway T from below deck that invited guests to stop by the lounge before they continued into the pool area. In a masterful stroke of psychology, the bar's back wall faced the pool as well, blocking the rearward area's view from directly at the bar and vice versa, which in turn prompted would-be patrons to pick up something there, then move on to allow other guests to follow in quick succession.
Of course, right now there weren't any patrons, and even the bartender seemed rather uneasy around a certain individual (sans robot, of course) who'd called out to the two new arrivals.
"Acid?" the aged oriental inquired of the deep-green, scaleless reptilian, having never quite expected to find him garbed in light gray board shorts and a shirt of midnight blue.
"Well, I'll be!" the Khelari grinned toothily, sliding from his spot and leaving his glass at the bar as he approached the two, "Ryuu Hotaka, in the flesh! I'd already thought you'd stay locked away in those mountains for the next hundred years."
Before the towering man could even respond, the reptilian had wrapped his arms about him, lifting the fellow clean off the ground, which elicited more than a snicker from his companion, as Acid stood only around two meters tall.
Of course, he got what as coming to him, the reptilian letting off Hotaka and wrapping his clawed fingers about the shorter man's shoulders, with the exclamation, "Louie! It's been ages! Why, I haven't seen you since...well, I've never seen you!"
'Louie's' grin quickly turned into a wide-eyed expression of utter confusion, but the reptilian didn't seem to mind, laughing it up with his towering compatriot.
"Seriously, though." he gave the man a nod, extending a hand to shake, "Acid Zero. You a new student of his?"
"Um..." he looked unsurely at the claws there, and then to Hotaka, who only nodded with a gentle smile. With a shrug, he answered the gesture, adding, "Not exactly new, but yes. Kaze Henteko...nice to meet an...individual like yourself."
"Don't worry about it." Acid smirked, "Haven't been to Paragon yet, huh? Yeah, not many people here have, so I tend to make them nervous. Oh well. Hey, at least I'm being polite about it and not running around naked..."
"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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((I can't tell if that's a shot at Toy Dispenser or not. XD *Remembers the 'Underwear' contest at the D.* *Shivers.* The images shall haunt my mind for eternity and beyond.))
As the huge man and the decidedly shorter man passed him, John very nearly burst out laughing. He'd always found it funny how those two descriptions always seemed to mix. Although, funnier in more extreme cases. Such as an elephant and a mouse, perhaps.
Nonetheless, he was getting off-track- He'd descended a few floors, glancing up and down the halls at each stop between stairways. He was yet to find anything labelled 'cargo room', or something that even looked similar from outside, so decided to simply make his way as far down as possible. This eventually led him to the end of this staircase, and he had to cross a hallway to get to the next one. He proceeded down this one, until he came to as door, similar to most of the others.
He attempted to peer into the window, but it was steamed up- He supposed he was closer to the engine room than a cargo hold. "Damn... Alright, maybe I can get into the cargo hold through the... Engine room? Very doubtful... Alright, let's go back up and see if I missed a door somewhere," he said, heading back up the stairway- This was going to take longer than he thought.
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"Don't you get it, fool?" The decoy asked the woman. "YOU started this fire! You'll be starting the next one too!"
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TROU DU COUL! (([censored])) She yells stomping her foot. Then, looking at the gunslinger with a very deflated and frustrated look she says very plainly, Well, hes gone can I offer you a drink while I explain this to the staff that is most likely on their way? she walks a few steps noticing the mans marksman posture, Listen, there is no reason for me to fight you and your getting a free drink out of it follow me or dont the woman walks into her room waiting for the man to follow.
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He attempted to peer into the window, but it was steamed up- He supposed he was closer to the engine room than a cargo hold. "Damn... Alright, maybe I can get into the cargo hold through the... Engine room? Very doubtful... Alright, let's go back up and see if I missed a door somewhere," he said, heading back up the stairway- This was going to take longer than he thought.
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Moving a few steps forward a beautiful yet frustrated looking woman with dull blond hair wearing a very scantily altered lab coat and tech banded shin plates is already crouching in front of a very odd looking door working with a welding torch. Lifting her welding face shield, the woman says brashly, what the hell are you doing down here patrons are not allowed in the lower decks!"
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He felt a slight pop followed by the sound of it poping back into place. He pulled back on Shioh's leg and let go as soon as his reach was at it's maximum before turning around and performing what he called an Eagle's Claw at the grey suited man.
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She followed up with a symbol on her left palm, which glowed brighter and brighter as the spell was cast. Glyph of shackles. Glyphs around Shiohs and Nails ankles, glowing like the symbol on her palm. The brighter her palm glowed the more weight was put on the targets legs to slow them down, if not out right immobilize them.
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The cruise activities director drops his flyers after hearing the fight and seeing the blue womans actions and running over to the scrap he says with outstretched arms. oh goodness, please please refrain from use of super-abilities on the boat! This is a cruise ship!! Not Paragon City!!! Please everyone, there is a fantastic luau starting in 15 minutes on in the Tiki room! Go there and enjoy the entertainment rather than being violent
please! Out of respect for our non-meta patrons!
David ran into the hallway just in time for him to catch what looked like a person disappearing into thin air. "What the hell was that?" David questioned the French woman who was still standing in the hallway, "Are you okay? I heard the sound of a battle and the splash of a fire ball." David stood there still in his bathing suit, waiting for a response.
A fourteen year old boy was sitting on the rails over the water, listening to his iPod hidden in his black cargo shorts. He had a backwards cap over his semi-long black hair. He had a plain white T, but no shoes. He was swinging his feet, peacefully listening to his rock music, playing the air drums.
As he wassitting there, a sudden blare sounded, so sudden, he started and fell off the railing onto the floo below. His music stoppd playing instantly, and he jumped to his feet to hear the captain announcing it was a test.
"What!?" the boy, Blake shouted. "You made me break my iPod for a stupid test?!". He reached into his pocket, pulling what was left of his black iPod nano. He threw it over the railing into the water, hearing a small splash when it hit.
As he was still venting his frustration, mostly swearing, he was startled to see a girl, who couldn't be much older than him, and not bad looking, Blake added as an afterthought. There was also a muscular man, and both were suspened in mid-air by strangle blue things.
Blake laughed at the figures and said "What'cha doing up there?" he said, still laughing. He turned around to see if anyone was using powers, but saw no one, except for the man in a suit next to him, breathing as if he had just been in a fight, if breifly.
Still smiling, he dissapeared into a flash of light and appeared next to the two floating figures. "Now why would you be up here like-" was all he said before he started to plummet downwards. Before he hit the floor, he dissapeared into light again, ending up in the same place next to the two figures as before.
"-that?" he asked them. "Sure, it's a nice day for a fly" he said, looking up at the clear blue sky, dotted with pure white clouds, "but like that?" he said, indicating the things around them.
"If there's anything I can do to help, my name's Blake" he said, saying this more to the girl than the man. He kept teleporting, dissapearing into the light more often so he wouldn't fall. It may hve been annoying, but he got used to it after awhile.
((I kinda skimmed over some, so correct me if I'm wrong about something, and tell me if I'm to late to join))
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David ran into the hallway just in time for him to catch what looked like a person disappearing into thin air. "What the hell was that?" David questioned the French woman who was still standing in the hallway, "Are you okay? I heard the sound of a battle and the splash of a fire ball." David stood there still in his bathing suit, waiting for a response.
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Looking even more deflated the woman peaks her head out of the door again and looks at David... oh crap
well we might as well make a threesome out of it, can I get you a drink? Like I said to him, nodding up to the gunslinger still pointing his pistols flawlessly, I have no reason to fight you and its best that we not complicate things so come in
please dont make a scene the womans head pops back into the room and she makes her way to the rather impressive fully stocked bar in her suite of a room.
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"And what if the illusionist should be there?" The dark suited man asked. A pair of giant bloody red tears answered him.
"She is an illusionist. You are a decoy. The plan will not need to be altered in the least should she be present. It would actually be a good thing. Once you are finished, regardless of the outcome, you will dismiss yourself and I shall resummon you later so you may begin your next asignment. Please remember that you will not have any help from your brothers, as they have their own tasks as well."
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Back outside, Nail felt like he had hit a giant slab of titanium. The grey man didn't even flinch-and that was to be expected, since at least one of his companions was a decoy. The attempt to throw the grey suited man-or thing-into the air failed. He just stood there with a curiously forgettable smile on his face, as if he was laughing at some private joke only he got.
"Now now, we shouldn't all fight." He said rather loudly. "I think we should all band together and play parcheesi. Except for that guy who just kicked me. We should rip his head off and play kickball with it."
The man in the white tux was gone. The teddy bear he had been holding was still falling to the deck, and anyone with a quick eye would see the white figure dashing through the crowds and heading back inside.
The audacity! Shioh's feet felt surprisingly heavy, and a quick glimpse at her ankle revealed the glyph from whoever had decided to cast a spell on someone they had never met or seen. Several options sprang forth in her head, most involving revenge, some involving capture. She didn't appreciate the cowardice of someone casting a spell on her from out of sight, especially since she found out just how much of an invasion it was during her time with the carnies.
Shioh's senses returned briefly as she recovered her composure and turned to the steward stepping up to him and looking him square in the eyes.
"I promised to behave, but if I find the finger-waggler who cast this on me," she said as she pointed to her foot, "I will do something...I dunno what but I'm gonna do it!"
Her expression softened a bit before she continued, "Now, what's a luau?"
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Looking even more deflated the woman peaks her head out of the door again and looks at David... oh crap
well we might as well make a threesome out of it, can I get you a drink? Like I said to him, nodding up to the gunslinger still pointing his pistols flawlessly, I have no reason to fight you and its best that we not complicate things so come in
please dont make a scene the womans head pops back into the room and she makes her way to the rather impressive fully stocked bar in her suite of a room.
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David was relieved that everyone was alright, also that he didn't have to fight anyone. After all it was his vacation. "Sure why not. I was thinking I was about to run headlong into a fight. A drink would be great." He walked into the French woman's room and marveled at the stock of expensive liquor that lined the bar. He noticed the gun slinger in the room as well, he nodded to him and extended his hand, "Hey the name is David, but everyone just calls me Talisman, take your pick it doesn't matter to me." He turned back to the woman, "If you don't mind I'd love a Jack and Coke if you got it."
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Her expression softened a bit before she continued, "Now, what's a luau?"
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Trying desperately to bring any kind of levity to the situation the cruise activities director puts on his best smile and says, Oh, well its a biiiiig party with lots of fun tropical acts and tropical music. There will be fire spinners and a special sushi chef there making a fantastic sushi spread! he looks around nervously hoping to quell the tempers of the supers in front of him
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David was relieved that everyone was alright, also that he didn't have to fight anyone. After all it was his vacation. "Sure why not. I was thinking I was about to run headlong into a fight. A drink would be great." He walked into the French woman's room and marveled at the stock of expensive liquor that lined the bar. He noticed the gun slinger in the room as well, he nodded to him and extended his hand, "Hey the name is David, but everyone just calls me Talisman, take your pick it doesn't matter to me." He turned back to the woman, "If you don't mind I'd love a Jack and Coke if you got it."
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oh well, arent you easy to please. So you a super or just one of those professional spectators that likes to talk to reporters and such she says with a smile as she pours his drink. Sorry about all the commotion, a freak in a dark suit tried to break into my room. Id imagine the staff will be here soon to find out what triggered the alarm
((Dont worry about rping the staff Ill do that when our gunslinger returns ))
Nail wasn't slowed too badly by the shackles. He did get the message that he was supposed to stop. His foot made impact with the grey suited man just before the shackles had made contact, he felt like a rock.
His foot hurt and he brought it down to the ground. "I don't think we should fight either. Infact, I don't think we should be cutting people's heads of either, it's bad for buisness." Bending down to pick up his sportscoat, he pulled out a pair of black sunglasses and flipped them open. He slipped on his jacket, cracked his neck, and smiled at the grey suited man, all before putting on the glasses.
"So, shall we go to this luau? I've never been to one before."
Danny blinked as the fight just kind of... fell apart. The snapping electricity continued for a while, then dissipated as he deflated a little. "Ah... right." he mumbled. "Luau, eh? Meh, maybe it'll be a wee bit more interestin' than th'rest o' th'stuff on this great tub." He landed lightly, dropping down next to Nail and giving the gray-suited man a wary look. I dinna like th'looks o' this one... he thought to himself.
"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"
After a few more minutes after finding the Engine Room, John Ballard had begun walking up and down every hallway to make sure he hadn't missed any doors, and apparently, he had.
He eventually found himself in front of a different style of door, a little larger, and no windows inward. He guessed that this was a place most visitors weren't meant to go into, and since he'd already found the engine room, it was his line of thinking that this would be the cargo hold.
He tried pulling it and pushing it, but it was locked. That made sense, he supposed. So, instead, he looked around the hall, ensuring nobody was looking in his direction, slid his arm toward the side of the door, and ejected an organic spike into where he supposed the lock holding it in place was. A resounding snap, both metallic and organic, made him jump- It was louder than he thought it would be, for sure.
He moved back, pulling the door open, and slipped inside, shutting it behind him. He then stuck the remains of his spike in the corner of the hinge to keep the door closed. Then he turned toward the cargo, breathing out in slight relief.
"Alright, worst case scenario, some employee heard that and will try and find out what it was, won't be able to open the door, think it was locked, leave. Simple. Hell, whatever is in this thing shouldn't need metas guarding it, so it's fine..." He thought for a few moments, and facepalmed. "I bet this thing has metas guarding it."
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oh well, arent you easy to please. So you a super or just one of those professional spectators that likes to talk to reporters and such she says with a smile as she pours his drink. Sorry about all the commotion, a freak in a dark suit tried to break into my room. Id imagine the staff will be here soon to find out what triggered the alarm
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David laughed at the woman's comment and took the drink from her, "Thank you for the drink, and yes I am super, or meta, or whatever the hell they are calling us these days. If it wasn't for my sensitive hearing I would have never have heard your fight with that strange man." He took a sip of his drink. "That hits the spot, yeah I am pretty easy to please, after all it is a vacation. So what's your name?"
Harry, happily oblivious to all the super-powered antics, decided he'd better head back to his room to get ready. After all, it might take him awhile to assemble a suitable outfit. He hadn't brought many dress clothes with him.
He gave the grouchy blue woman a friendly wave as he passed and headed down for his cabin. It was one of the more modest ones, but still fancier than what he was used to.
As the cabin door closed, a ball of sparkling light shot out of the bathroom to hover in front of his face.
"He's chasing me again," said the small, glittery fairy that now hovered in front of him.
"Not my fault," Harry shrugged, though he shot a disapproving look at the small monkey that ran out of the bathroom after the fairy. "Six, you shouldn't chase her like that."
The animal screeched irritably at Harry, angry at having it's fun cut short.
"Why's he so nasty to me?"
"He's like that with everyone, Bugg," Harry sighed, pulling his suitcase out from under the bed. "It's just his personality."
"Well, his 'personality' sucks," Bugg grouched before noticing Harry digging through his clothes. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Believe it or not, yer ol' partner has himself a date," Harry said proudly, tossing his straw hat onto the hatstand. "I bought this lady a drink up top and she asked me to that club they got down there. Hmmm, just realized I never got her name."
Harry shrugged, pulling out a slightly nicer looking hawaiin shirt and a pair of white slacks.
"Oh, oh. Can I come?" Bugg asked excitedly, zipping over to stand on his shoulder. "I could help you out. Be your good luck charm. Like Tinkerbell."
"I'll never understand your fascination with that movie," Harry sighed, laying the outfit out on the bed. "And I think I'll manage just fine on my own thanks. It hasn't been THAT long since I had a date. Besides," he added as an afterthought. "Tinkerbell was evil."
"She was not," Bugg gasped in shock.
"Oh yeah," Harry replied. "Look at the facts. She swore openly in front of minors, she tried to get the Lost Boys to murder Wendy, and she sold out Peter and the gang to try and get her own way. And that's not even counting the pedophilia-like obsession with Pan. Evil."
Bugg had no retort to this and flew off to sulk behind the telephone. Harry washed his face and hands in the bathroom before changing into his new clothes.
"Well, how do I look?" he asked after he'd buttoned up the shirt and made sure it was tucked in neatly. He got a scowl from Six and a noncommital grunt from Bugg. Giving another shrug in defeat, Harry left the room.
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After a few more minutes after finding the Engine Room, John Ballard had begun walking up and down every hallway to make sure he hadn't missed any doors, and apparently, he had.
He eventually found himself in front of a different style of door, a little larger, and no windows inward. He guessed that this was a place most visitors weren't meant to go into, and since he'd already found the engine room, it was his line of thinking that this would be the cargo hold.
He tried pulling it and pushing it, but it was locked. That made sense, he supposed. So, instead, he looked around the hall, ensuring nobody was looking in his direction, slid his arm toward the side of the door, and ejected an organic spike into where he supposed the lock holding it in place was. A resounding snap, both metallic and organic, made him jump- It was louder than he thought it would be, for sure.
He moved back, pulling the door open, and slipped inside, shutting it behind him. He then stuck the remains of his spike in the corner of the hinge to keep the door closed. Then he turned toward the cargo, breathing out in slight relief.
"Alright, worst case scenario, some employee heard that and will try and find out what it was, won't be able to open the door, think it was locked, leave. Simple. Hell, whatever is in this thing shouldn't need metas guarding it, so it's fine..." He thought for a few moments, and facepalmed. "I bet this thing has metas guarding it."
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"Actually..."
A certain man with an innocently forgettable face and wearing a white tux stood rather sheepishly behind him.
"I kinda already had a tiny look around. Uh. Perhaps we can help each other? I'm looking for something down here, and I have a feeling you are as well."
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"I'm off, then. I have work to do." The grey suited man said to the gathered before walking away and heading inside.
((sorry to bother you with this Prodiguy, but I already tried to respond to one of your exploration posts this is what it looked like. No sweat though, Ill roll with it))
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He attempted to peer into the window, but it was steamed up- He supposed he was closer to the engine room than a cargo hold. "Damn... Alright, maybe I can get into the cargo hold through the... Engine room? Very doubtful... Alright, let's go back up and see if I missed a door somewhere," he said, heading back up the stairway- This was going to take longer than he thought.
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Moving a few steps forward a beautiful yet frustrated looking woman with dull blond hair wearing a very scantily altered lab coat and tech banded shin plates is already crouching in front of a very odd looking door working with a welding torch. Lifting her welding face shield, the woman says brashly, what the hell are you doing down here patrons are not allowed in the lower decks!"
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He moved back, pulling the door open, and slipped inside, shutting it behind him. He then stuck the remains of his spike in the corner of the hinge to keep the door closed. Then he turned toward the cargo, breathing out in slight relief.
"Alright, worst case scenario, some employee heard that and will try and find out what it was, won't be able to open the door, think it was locked, leave. Simple. Hell, whatever is in this thing shouldn't need metas guarding it, so it's fine..." He thought for a few moments, and facepalmed. "I bet this thing has metas guarding it."
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"Actually..."
A certain man with an innocently forgettable face and wearing a white tux stood rather sheepishly behind him.
"I kinda already had a tiny look around. Uh. Perhaps we can help each other? I'm looking for something down here, and I have a feeling you are as well."
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The woman must not have been abrasive enough because he couldnt hear her over the hum of the engineering room. Watching him enter the larger safe door, the woman ripped off her welding mask.
Oh are you kidding me?! She gets up and speaks through the crack that made by the spike, whoever the hell you are, you just stumbled into the private deposit box for Countess Crey and shes sending a very special test subject to Thailand that she doesnt want disturbed
so I would imagine that the self-defense system would be kicking in at any time now
I wish I could help but
eh, I just dont really want to. She walks a few steps away from the door and then remembers something and goes back to the door. By the way, thats not what you are looking for
trust me. Well then, I hope you like acid and nano-spores The woman walks back over to the door she was working on and continues welding.
All of a sudden, a grate is opened from the ceiling and concentrated sulfuric acid begins to pour into the room.
((wow quote overload plz forgive me))
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David laughed at the woman's comment and took the drink from her, "Thank you for the drink, and yes I am super, or meta, or whatever the hell they are calling us these days. If it wasn't for my sensitive hearing I would have never have heard your fight with that strange man." He took a sip of his drink. "That hits the spot, yeah I am pretty easy to please, after all it is a vacation. So what's your name?"
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Odette Boudinot, so you are from Paragon Im assuming by the way you rushed to the action so what part are you from? I hear talos is lovely this time of year. Walking over to a screen in the corner of the room, Odette begins to shed her clothes drape them over the top of the screen, forgive me, that psycho caught me just as I was about to change.
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"Well, how do I look?" he asked after he'd buttoned up the shirt and made sure it was tucked in neatly. He got a scowl from Six and a noncommital grunt from Bugg. Giving another shrug in defeat, Harry left the room.
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The slender Chinese woman was also getting ready for her night out. She was expecting a good time, so she wore a pair of low rise pants with a slit on the outside of one of the thighs and a short, lacy tank top. Eying a huge lumpy duffle bag in on the top shelf of her closet, she gave a smirk and closed the closet door. I wonder where my date is? she says to herself in a mockingly playful tone. there is so much to be done tonight.
Nail ducked down as he was hit in the knee by Shioh. This had saved him from the grey suited man's haymaker, instead of landing on his head it landed on his shoulder.
He felt a slight pop followed by the sound of it poping back into place. He pulled back on Shioh's leg and let go as soon as his reach was at it's maximum before turning around and performing what he called an Eagle's Claw at the grey suited man.