"Ah!" White Masque said to John, holding up a finger as politely as possible. "One second while I have a word with this lass here who wants to kill us. Again."
And with that, White Masque flicked the green veign woman across the nose, blew her a ridiculously forgettable raspberry, and walked away with John.
"From what I've seen of the metas here, most everybody knows about it. Some are guarding it. Some are seeking it. Whoever owns it isn't picky about their employment methods. So SOMEBODY must know where it is."
Then he said something about tall and short people.
"There's this hilariously bad midget performer on deck three, I think." He mused.
"That was less amusing than I thought it would be." Acid concluded with a shrug as Danny and Miranda departed the luau, turning to the others, "I swear, if that alarm goes off one more time, I'm biting someone's head off. Oh well. How 'bout we find something more entertaining to do then?"
"More entertaining than the sushi bar?" Hotaka tilted his head quizzically, "Are you feeling well?"
"Not now." the reptilian smiled in response, knowing full well what the towering fellow implied, "I just gave one of their chefs a nervous breakdown less than an hour ago, so I'm still good. But wait about another hour. Knowing me, I'll be hungry again by then."
"Well, there is a casino down that way somewhere." Henteko suggested, thumbing at the exit Danny had made use of, "That's never boring."
"Sounds like a plan." Acid gave a nod as he stood, waiting for the others before the three departed, "Gotta warn ya, though - I'm deadly at Blackjack."
"Liar." Hotaka snickered, earning a sharp glance from the reptilian, "What? You know it's true. Your luck stinks."
"Okay, so it is." Acid rolled his eyes, "But can't I at least try and mess with him...?"
"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!" White Masque said to John, holding up a finger as politely as possible. "One second while I have a word with this lass here who wants to kill us. Again."
And with that, White Masque flicked the green veign woman across the nose, blew her a ridiculously forgettable raspberry, and walked away with John.
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"Oh, she was talking to US? Huh." He turned back to her, grinning, threw a dime toward her, and said, in the most Old Ben voice he could muster, "Fifteen now... Twenty five, when you forget our faces."
He turned to White, grinning still. "Which of course would mean I don't have to pay her! Oh, I'm SO smart."
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"From what I've seen of the metas here, most everybody knows about it. Some are guarding it. Some are seeking it. Whoever owns it isn't picky about their employment methods. So SOMEBODY must know where it is."
Then he said something about tall and short people.
"There's this hilariously bad midget performer on deck three, I think." He mused.
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"Yeah, uh... He wasn't really a midget... He was just really short compared to the OTHER guy," he shrugged, glancing from door to door, each one obviously not being the cargo hold- By now, he was beyond lost, but didn't feel like mentioning it. "The only reason I know about the box is because I work as an editor slash investigator slash super-hero- Though, I won't tell you which one- and they reported it. I just want to know what's inside. Is that so wrong?"
'Mister Dune' looked up at the boy.
"I'd say you're a bit young to be in a casino and eavesdropping on people you don't know, boy."
'Mister Dune's' eyes narrowed, the last word almost a snarl.
'Dune' recognized the boy as a hero. And he had good reason to...
"But...!" Jake shouted back, throwing up a hand in the direction of the fleeing Widow. "I... Dammit..." He sighed, kicking the ground as he turned back around. "Figures. I get the good luck to find another operative on board and it turns out that she's an uncooperative ditzy moron." The insults may or may not have been true, but, frankly, Jake didn't care, so long as it helped his currently upset attitude. "I swear, the girl knows that if I'm here it's obviously important, but she still blows me off for a freaking luau? Stupid stupid idiot..."
He continued to grumble to himself as he walk down the wall, kicking at the carpet all the way.
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"An arena, huh?" Gunner finally said, grinning. "Relaxation's fine and all, but, really, you can't beat a good match. Whenever you're ready, I'm ready." He said to Odette, not really paying much mind to the men in suits, or anything else, for that matter. He was like a kid waiting for Christmas, sans the trees. And presents. And joy. However, to replace it all, there was a rather large amount of violence.
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"An arena, huh?" Gunner finally said, grinning. "Relaxation's fine and all, but, really, you can't beat a good match. Whenever you're ready, I'm ready." He said to Odette, not really paying much mind to the men in suits, or anything else, for that matter. He was like a kid waiting for Christmas, sans the trees. And presents. And joy. However, to replace it all, there was a rather large amount of violence.
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David drained the rest of his drink and looked at Gunner, "Some fighting? Why not? It could be the drinks talking, but a match sounds like fun. What do you say big guy? Me and you in the arena?" David looked over at Odette. "What about you? You gonna fight tonight as well." He said with a wink.
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"Well, I'm actually a very timid kinda guy," Harry said, adopting a mock-serious tone. "And try to avoid violence in most forms. However, luckily for you, I also have low self-esteem and require the constant validation of others. Because of which, I collapse like a house of cards under peer pressure. So lead the way to this 'wild club' of yours and I'll do my utmost not to embaress you by fainting."
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great, now we can have some fun The woman pushes open a set of doors in front of them and the nightclub comes into view. It is a pulsing hotspot with all of the younger passengers mingling as a little Asian DJ with rollerblades and a pink and black emo-cut spins the tracks on a huge raised platform. She waves big up at the booth and the DJ smiles big and nods back at her. She grabs Harrys hand and drags him into the middle of the dance floor. Along the way she nonverbally greets a good number of people as she makes her way into the huge clump of dancing passengers. Needless to say she is a very good dancer and she coaxes harry to dance with her.
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And with that, White Masque flicked the green veign woman across the nose, blew her a ridiculously forgettable raspberry, and walked away with John.
"From what I've seen of the metas here, most everybody knows about it. Some are guarding it. Some are seeking it. Whoever owns it isn't picky about their employment methods. So SOMEBODY must know where it is."
Then he said something about tall and short people.
"There's this hilariously bad midget performer on deck three, I think." He mused.
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"Oh, she was talking to US? Huh." He turned back to her, grinning, threw a dime toward her, and said, in the most Old Ben voice he could muster, "Fifteen now... Twenty five, when you forget our faces."
He turned to White, grinning still. "Which of course would mean I don't have to pay her! Oh, I'm SO smart."
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The Green veined lady stood frozen in furious disbelief as the dime bounced off her face. Suddenly she straightens her posture and tries to compose herself, she says not expecting to be heard, fine, I do hope you two enjoy the rest of the cruise, because neither of you will even get to see whats in that little box and unfortunately, both of you are going to be incredibly seasick for the remainder of this cruise on both hands she delicately blows on each nail, staining the keratin a deep green. She attempts to push past them in a fake huff and scrape them the infected nails. ((they are sharp so a tiny slit in fabric is not out of the question but the cut itself is not really threatening.))
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"An arena, huh?" Gunner finally said, grinning. "Relaxation's fine and all, but, really, you can't beat a good match. Whenever you're ready, I'm ready." He said to Odette, not really paying much mind to the men in suits, or anything else, for that matter. He was like a kid waiting for Christmas, sans the trees. And presents. And joy. However, to replace it all, there was a rather large amount of violence.
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David drained the rest of his drink and looked at Gunner, "Some fighting? Why not? It could be the drinks talking, but a match sounds like fun. What do you say big guy? Me and you in the arena?" David looked over at Odette. "What about you? You gonna fight tonight as well." He said with a wink.
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Oh you heard about the mini arena? Odette speaks in a lower tone and leans across the table its not totally legit, but it really well built. It looks as though you might have more fun there taking a moment to notice that gunner never changed his clothes. Its ok if you want to go there, I wont be offended. I told my friend that Id stay and watch her you guys can go if you want She sips her wine glass and returns her attention to the stage. but frankly, I dont know if you will be able to go once her act starts. The lights fade and the stage lights up as the announcer says, Ladies and gentlemen for your enjoyment, we would like to present to you the Naiads very own siren, please join me in welcoming, THE Forbidden Aria!!!
A glorious blond woman in a delicately draped Grecian gown lowers from the ceiling of the stage on a gilded swing the train of her dress lightly swishes about the floor as she begins singing. The language she is speaking seems foreign, and yet the delicate silvery toner of her voice makes you feel as if you have known her forever and she knows your deepest secrets. Her eyes are shielded by a white veil as she swings back and forth singing her enchanting song. In the middle of a note her voice seems to split into multiple voices as she begins to sing multiple voice parts. She slides delicately off of the swing and floats to the stage surrounded by a golden glow. Her voice continues to split into separate parts and then gather at the refrain of the song and then she vanishes after the final climax of the piece.
now if you want, you can go to the arena
or you can stay and meet her
((sorry again Mr.Krazy Odette was going to the casino to see her friend perform silk was with Cowman at the arena club, we are seated at the casino now but I will roll with it))
((Hey guys as a post to all, i am going to be goin on a mini-vacation as of tomorrow morning early. it will only be for three days so please forgive me. they may have teh interwebz there so keep your fingers crossed but dont get your hopes up. I apologize in advance to Mr.Krazy, Paradigm_shift, Prodiguy, Cowman and Brokenspade for the posting delay.
But i dont leave until tomorrow morning so post now crazies!!))
((No problem TemptingTorrent. Enjoy yer mini-cation. We'll be here when ya get back. 
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Needless to say she is a very good dancer and she coaxes harry to dance with her.
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Despite his earlier confessions of ineptitude, Harry managed to show a respectable level of dancing skill. While he didn't reach Silk's level, he held his own, and seemed to be having the time of his life doing it.
He laughed and left before the performance even started. He was psychologically starved for a good brawl. His psyche screamed for the satisfaction of a fight, and how could he refuse a plea like that? Gunner walked in the direction indicated, never once looking back.
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Despite his earlier confessions of ineptitude, Harry managed to show a respectable level of dancing skill. While he didn't reach Silk's level, he held his own, and seemed to be having the time of his life doing it.
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And here I was, almost expecting what you said to be true about being timid! Your pretty good! she gets more and more into it and turns on her phase shift. She begins to glow and then looking up at the DJ booth she yells, TURN IT UP JYNXIE!!!. The music gets even more intense and her glowing form moves closer and closer to Harry until she is literally dancing through and around him, making sure to smile every time she catches eye contact with him. Every so often a part of her body goes solid as it brushes by him.
she puts her semi-solid arms around his neck and says with a smirk, "if you like this, just wait until we get to the arena...but then again" phasing through him again, "we have all night"
((lol Krazy that's cold 
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she puts her semi-solid arms around his neck and says with a smirk, "if you like this, just wait until we get to the arena...but then again" phasing through him again, "we have all night"
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Needless to say, having his date suddenly turn luminescent and intangible was a bit of a shock. Luckily Harry managed not to let it trip him up. After all, with places like Paragon and the Rogue Isles, adapting quickly to these kinds of things was almost a necessity for everyday life.
"I don't know," Harry replied, still grinning widely. "This 'arena' is gonna have to be VERY impressive to top THIS."
Harry fancied himself something of a collector of amazing things. Amazing stories, amazing objects, amazing experiences, etc. And, in his opinion, the sight of the lithe figure glowing brilliantly and moving fluidly before him, definitely qualified.
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The Green veined lady stood frozen in furious disbelief as the dime bounced off her face. Suddenly she straightens her posture and tries to compose herself, she says not expecting to be heard, fine, I do hope you two enjoy the rest of the cruise, because neither of you will even get to see whats in that little box and unfortunately, both of you are going to be incredibly seasick for the remainder of this cruise on both hands she delicately blows on each nail, staining the keratin a deep green. She attempts to push past them in a fake huff and scrape them the infected nails. ((they are sharp so a tiny slit in fabric is not out of the question but the cut itself is not really threatening.))
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White Mask whipped around when he heard the word 'enjoy.' He'd learned to watch out for that after having read "Interesting Times." Just in time, matter of fact, to stop the lady in her tracks by placing a hand on her head and holding her back.
And his palm was nice and cold.
"The first time you tried to hurt us, it was funny. Now I'm just getting annoyed. Turn back, or I. WILL. KILL YOU."
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A glorious blond woman in a delicately draped Grecian gown lowers from the ceiling of the stage on a gilded swing the train of her dress lightly swishes about the floor as she begins singing. The language she is speaking seems foreign, and yet the delicate silvery toner of her voice makes you feel as if you have known her forever and she knows your deepest secrets. Her eyes are shielded by a white veil as she swings back and forth singing her enchanting song. In the middle of a note her voice seems to split into multiple voices as she begins to sing multiple voice parts. She slides delicately off of the swing and floats to the stage surrounded by a golden glow. Her voice continues to split into separate parts and then gather at the refrain of the song and then she vanishes after the final climax of the piece.
now if you want, you can go to the arena
or you can stay and meet her
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Talisman was mystified by Odette's friend. Something about her voice seemed to draw him into this dream like haze. She was quite beautiful, but it was her voice that had entered his head, something about it was mystical. "On second thought, I think I'll stay here and watch the show. Gunner you can go on ahead if you like. I'll get there at some point."
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"I don't know," Harry replied, still grinning widely. "This 'arena' is gonna have to be VERY impressive to top THIS."
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Silk throws her head back and laughs and upon looking back, her eyes have changed from jet black, to a silvery light blue green. oh this is the most fun Ive had on this boat since it left port! Cmon lets get a drink. The girls at the bar work miracles with those bottles. Going half solid, silk grabs Harrys hand and makes him go intangible, pullin him through the crowd towards the bar.
Where a normal bar would be a huge cage lined with shelves sits in its place with the bar around it. Two little acrobats that look like theyre on crack are flipping and twisting around each other in the cage grabbing bottles, making drinks and then sliding them under the cage lining near the bar itself. When Silk gets to the bar with Harry she lets go of his hand and he goes solid again. Unfortunately, the back of his shirt didnt make it out of a barstool but Silk is having too much fun to notice. She yells at the two girls, CHAMPAGNE, MERLOT OVER HERE GIRLS!!!! The two little things drop what they are doing and there impossibly wide smiles get crazier as they flip towards them and cling to the cage in front of Harry and Silk. What can we get you this evening The two acrobats speak in unison as silk smiles and looks over at him for a reaction out of the corner of her eye.
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White Mask whipped around when he heard the word 'enjoy.' He'd learned to watch out for that after having read "Interesting Times." Just in time, matter of fact, to stop the lady in her tracks by placing a hand on her head and holding her back.
And his palm was nice and cold.
"The first time you tried to hurt us, it was funny. Now I'm just getting annoyed. Turn back, or I. WILL. KILL YOU."
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She swats his hand away and takes a step back, At least youre not completely stupid, her veins and nails begin to fade, you caught me. If I wasnt on a timetable, I might just have to annoy you a bit more so I can see what your little pansy a$$ can do. She turns around leaving the two in the hallway. just stay away from the damn fire alarms
or Ill find you both. She walks down the hallway and turns the corner back towards the lower engineering decks.
She sighs and with her hand on the door she cant seem to quell the rage she feels towards mask. She whispers to herself, screw the timetable, that twit is going down
She opens the door making a loud sound makes her way towards a room labeled staff only.
((A brief recess for this char))
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Talisman was mystified by Odette's friend. Something about her voice seemed to draw him into this dream like haze. She was quite beautiful, but it was her voice that had entered his head, something about it was mystical. "On second thought, I think I'll stay here and watch the show. Gunner you can go on ahead if you like. I'll get there at some point."
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Odette smiles as she watches Davids reaction. She barely pays attention to gunner as her laughs and exits the casino. Turning to David she smiles and locks her sparkling green eyes with his and saying casually, shes so bored on this big boat, itll be nice for her to meet someone new, other than the staff. You do want to meet her right? she says suspecting what the answer might be.
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Odette smiles as she watches Davids reaction. She barely pays attention to gunner as her laughs and exits the casino. Turning to David she smiles and locks her sparkling green eyes with his and saying casually, shes so bored on this big boat, itll be nice for her to meet someone new, other than the staff. You do want to meet her right? she says suspecting what the answer might be.
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David barely heard what Odette was saying, his gaze was focused on the stage. Though after a few seconds he came out of his haze and turned his eyes to Odette, "Uh... Yeah that would be great. I also don't know that many people around here, so it sounds like fun. So um... how do you know her?"
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'Mister Dune' looked up at the boy.
"I'd say you're a bit young to be in a casino and eavesdropping on people you don't know, boy."
'Mister Dune's' eyes narrowed, the last word almost a snarl.
'Dune' recognized the boy as a hero. And he had good reason to...
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Danny gave a sort of horizontal shrug. "'m a bit young f'r a lotta things." he responded blandly, not moving. The two at the centre of the goons didn't look especially familiar, but the one seemed to know him, or at least recognize him.
Danny thought back a little, seeing if he could remember being on the news or anything lately, but... he frowned a bit. Wonder wha' this git knows? he thought. He had checked the stats for these two and their retinue, but hadn't noted anything terribly exciting... he double-checked the data his reticle displayed whenever he happened to glance over a meta.
((... so, what's Danny's magic eyepiece going to say? Anything at all, other than targetting/range data?))
"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"
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Danny gave a sort of horizontal shrug. "'m a bit young f'r a lotta things." he responded blandly, not moving. The two at the centre of the goons didn't look especially familiar, but the one seemed to know him, or at least recognize him.
Danny thought back a little, seeing if he could remember being on the news or anything lately, but... he frowned a bit. Wonder wha' this git knows? he thought. He had checked the stats for these two and their retinue, but hadn't noted anything terribly exciting... he double-checked the data his reticle displayed whenever he happened to glance over a meta.
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Danny heard extremely quiet footfalls before a metalic, slightly masculine voice spoke. A protecter bot-Or in this case, an S.U.D. *Scientific Utility Drone.* Painted white, and with purple ocular diodes rather than the regulation red, stood slightly behind him and to his left.
Designation: Prodigy offered Danny some advice.
"Respect your elders and mind your own business." Prodigy said in a monotone. "These gentlemen obviously don't appreciate the subtle joys of your tactful company. Make them happy. Find other muses to entertain your wiles with."
If Danny was looking at the white S.U. Drone with his eyepiece, it would turn up as nothing but a drone-shaped storm of static.
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Suddenly, the white feline squirmed from her arms, jumped on her shoulder and leapt to the ground in the direction of Jake. The cat turned back toward Shioh with a Mrrow then continued down the hall before turning a corner.
Only a moment later, Miranda came walking down the hall in time to cross paths with Jake and Shioh from the direction of the luau. Her eyes went to Jake then Shioh before saying a word. Young lady, you might want to be careful. You might have a stalker that could pose a danger but if you want my advice, you should just talk to him to find out what he wants. She said nothing more and continued to her room.
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Shioh seemingly ignored Miranda's comment, not quite knowing what it meant. She didn't ignore the kitty, however.
"KITTY! Come back!" she yelled as she chased after it, any illusion of maturity gone as she scampered after the feline around the corner.
Jake stopped and looked in confusion as a cat, of all things, suddenly came running down the hall and through his legs, bolting around a corner not a second afterwards.
"... The Hell...?" He inquired, obviously not expecting an answer. Miranda, while temporarily in his area of interest, quickly dropped down the list as he turned around and saw the same young girl as before bolting after him.
Well, actually, probably the cat... He noted with a twinge of dissapointment. Regardless, he hopped out of the way in order to avoid being toppled over, shrugging and pulling a disk shaped object out of his pocket. Throwing it on the ground, it brilliantly shined for a few seconds before reveaing what looked to be a slightly modified Protector Drone in its place.
"Find a white cat." He ordered, pointing in the direction it had gone. "Once located, encase it in a detention field until my arrival."
The robot beeped in response, and literally rocketed down the hall, its feet spewing a large blue flame. Jake cringed.
Oops. Forgot to take that off the default travel method. Hope the fire alarms don't go off... Again...
Shrugging yet again, he continued on down the hallway at his own leisurely pace.
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The Protector Bot, or, as Jake code-named it, L3-37, quickly surpassed Shioh, almost immediately getting within detention field range of the cat. Following its orders, it attempted to encase the feline in his(Her? Jake couldn't care less, but grammar was a sign of intelligence, in his eyes, anyway.) spherical prison until its master arrived. If the encasement failed, however, it would simply continue to fly alongside it, bubbling it until it was captured.
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((Dunno if I missed any posts, but so far, I don't think anyone else is in the arena besides Gunner. Please correct me if this isn't true, but if it is, just imagine he's waiting, leaning against a terminal.))
Danny's scan would certainly turn up some interesting things.
Since the one calling himself Famine had chosen not to so much as disguise his pale blue eye color (So pale some thought him blind,) the scanner almost instantly recognized him as THE Famine, the known terrorist who had once conducted shock-and-awe bombings of the greater Skyway area, killing hundreds, along with taking out a major bridge in independence port. He was a known member of the mercenary organization the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and he handled all explosive and nuclear work for them. The orange goggles around his neck were part of his standard getup, a glaringly orange Exoskeleton Armor which provided him ample protection from his handiwork, and raised his defense levels to near that of an Elite Boss monster. Danny's eyepiece made it painfully obvious that Famine was wearing a bomb vest underneath his jacket, and he had a gigantic spool of detcord wrapped around his waist. There was a .45 caliber pistol in a concealed-carry holster under his right arm, and the switch to the detonator for his vest made it obvious that the getup was only a last resort, as the trigger was safely shielded by a titanium misfire-proof cover and placed under his belt on the left side. There was a huge Kukri knife shoved into his right pants leg and underneath the suicide vest was a level III Bulletproof vest, rendering anything but anti-material rifles practically useless against him, and throwing knives right out of the equation.
The man was a walking warzone.
'Mister Dune,' the very man who had called him out, was not seen by the goggles. He was right there but the goggles only saw one man at the table below.
Danny glanced back and down at the drone, recognizing it vaguely as a support type that he'd seen once or twice before, although he knew next to nothing about it.
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"Respect your elders and mind your own business." Prodigy said in a monotone. "These gentlemen obviously don't appreciate the subtle joys of your tactful company. Make them happy. Find other muses to entertain your wiles with."
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"Y'know, thi' is th'second time in ten minute I ha' been told that I dinna respect my elders sufficiently. 'm no' quite sure how to take it comin' from a walkin' tin can, though." he said conversationally. "An', meanin' no disrespect... or a'least no further disrespect, but th'evidence at hand suggests tha' these gentlemen dinna enjoy much o' anythin' at all, much less my company, subtle joy though it may be."
He raised an eyebrow sharply at the results of his quick scanning of the two(?) suited gentlemen, and let his eyes roam around the room. Thanks to the goons, most of those present were giving the table a wide, wary berth, and the constant, jingling white noise of the casino made it all-but-impossible to eavesdrop- the flashing lights and shifting shadows would render even lipreading chancy. He flared his short-term precognition briefly, the air taking a yellow tinge around him, then dropped smoothly onto the table, flipping in midair to land soundlessly on bare feet.
Then he slid cheekily into one of the empty chairs, nodding first to Famine, and then, a little warily, to 'Dune'. "Mister Famine." he said, then tilted his head to one side slightly. "I didna catch your name, sir, but 'tis unlikely that we've met." Then he directed a flat, steady glare at Famine. "I really wish you lot wouldna bring so much kaboom wi' ye when you did things like this..." he muttered, barely audible even to those at the same table over the casino noise. "If ye tear th'ships guts out... like ye're more than a little likely to, if'n ye go off in here... 'tis a very long swim home." He planted his chin in his hands and looked at the two(?) men at the table he now shared, waiting to see what they'd do next. If one looked very carefully, and at just the right time between flashes, one could possibly note tendrils of electricity coursing around his small frame, gathered power ready to be released between one heartbeat and the next.
((a brief explanation if you haven't run across Target Lad in an RP before- he gains a good deal of his pretenatural accuracy from short-term precognition- about ten seconds into the future, and only if he's concentrating. Also, it's mostly limited to LoS. In game-terms, basically Aim, although obviously it's a little more flexible in an RP 
.))
"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"
Famine only grinned a bat-[censored]-crazy, crooked grin at the boy, and 'Dune' snapped his fingers.
One of the ship's security guards came over.
"Young man, I'm gonna have to ask you to clear outta here. Y'can't go jumpin' on people's tables, man."
"I've got half a mind to complain, you know." 'Dune' said in a fine imitation of a rich businessman. "This is rather important. I expect no more interruptions."
"Sorry, sir, we can't be on everyone all the time."
The numerous goons stared to the central table, waiting for...something.
Danny didn't move, simply glancing over at the security guard, although he was sweating perhaps a touch more than even the heat of the tropical day, seeping through the air conditioning of the casino, would account for. A muffled, subdued mumbling, two words repeated over and over, almost a chant, could maybe be heard from behind his hands. "Boredom... sanity... boredom... sanity... boredom... sanity."
Then his head snapped up, and he returned Famine's crazy grin with a bright, happy smile wildly at odds with the slightly crazed look in his eye and snapped "Boredom wins!", leaping across the table in a flat trajectory with his hands trailing blue-white lightning in a coruscating arc of fire, intending to shock the terrorist helpless, at least briefly. As he was about to slap into Famine, he added, loud enough for the guard to hear, although probably not loud enough for it to carry beyond the immediate, mostly-empty vicinity, "An' what're ye're policies regardin' crazy terrorists packin' enough explosives to gut th'ship 'round their bellies?"
((Oh, and don't go underestimating Danny's abilities 'cos he's a kid. He's got a respectable level of firepower for any meta. His self-control and/or forethought, on the other hand...))
"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"
Danny watched Miranda leave, muttering "More powerful than m'pointy sticks. Lordy, what a weapon that must be..." with a cynical twist of his mouth and a roll of his eyes. He glanced around, but the luau seemed to consist largely of eating (he was full, at least for the moment), juggling (boring), dancing (he didn't know how, and there was no-one his age around anyways), and gabbing. He sighed and rose a little higher, gliding out the door, carefully not looking for his younger brothers.
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Maybe it's time f'r a wee bit o' snooping... he thought. Whether Mum knows it or not, this ship's crawling with super-types, and there' bound to be something more interesting than shuffleboard going on... He swooped down the hallway, moving quickly and silently, scanning his surroundings.
The flashing lights and noises of the Casino caught his attention, and he swooped noiselessly through the open doorway, hovering near the ceiling. After a quick glance around, he parked himself above the table surrounded by goons in bad suits. What is it about goons tha' makes them constitutionally incapable o' buying suits that fit, anyways? he wondered idly. Laying prone with his head on his arms as he watched with considerable interest at what was going on beneath him, as tight to the ceiling as he could go, and fighting the urge to drop a loogie on the table. Amazing how rarely people look up, even wi' th'number o' supers there are runnin' around these days. he thought.
((Yes, Sovs, there is now a 13-year-old boy hovering above your oh-so-serious-and-secret meeting
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
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