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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...))
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Danny found himself inside a detention field before he even cleared his seat.
"I, unlike you, have business with these fine upstanding men." Prodigy said to Danny. "Please do not do this. I have no wish to try and convince you using other methods, and furthmore-"
The drone launched into a gigantic, incomprehensible lecture about something or other, completely oblivious to everything happening or that had happened since he had cast the detention field.
When a loud protector bot came rocketing around the corner, the cat jumped to attention. It rose an arm in its direction which gave the impression it was giving chase. The feline quickly rounded another corner and fled. Once again, the machine kept on the cats trail.
Apparently there was no other choice so the cat turned to face the robot. Before it could try and detain the creature, all the lights in that hallway glared extremely bright and bathed the hall in a flash of white. Then all the lights burst, showering the corridor in glass and darkness but it was only a second or two before the back-up generator lights turned on and the cat had disappeared.
Without warning, the cat appeared once again, but falling lightly onto the robots back. It dug its claws as far into the machines chassis as it could which may have not caused much piercing damage, but a powerful electric charge accompanied it, forcing the energy directly into the components of the droid.
By now, the three so different individuals had made their way to the casino, laxly guiding their steps through the brightly lit entryway, laughing yet again about one or the other's past exploits. But when the sitting tables came into view, they quickly stopped to stare.
"Why is there...?" Hotaka began curiously, putting a hand to his Fu Manchu in confusion at the spectacle that unfolded there.
"I have no idea." Acid retorted, wanting to know, "I'd rather like clarified why there's..."
"Both unimportant." Henteko concluded in mock arrogance, "It only matters why there's. Okay, so maybe not. But what is going on over there? Should we ask?"
"Dunno." the reptilian shrugged, now even recognizing 'Mister Dune' at this point, "Might be best to just wait and see. I guess if things get bad, we can always throw his bulk in."
"Hey." Hotaka huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, stating with a grin, "That's all muscle, I'll have you know..."
"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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Thankfully, Jake was not oblivious to the danger of electrical metas, so his 'bots were well insulated in regards to electricity. L3-37 suffered little if any damage from the shock, and quickly flipped over and lowered itself to the ground, attempting to scrape the feline off of its back, all the while still rocketing along.
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Jake, on the other hand, continued to nonchalantly stroll down the hallway, humming the tune to 'Still Alive' and checking his watch as he did so. He seemed very confident in the abilities of his mechanoid, and, considering he assumed his opponent to be a normal house-cat, who could honestly blame him?
Shioh rounded the corner in time to see the protector bot trying to scrape the cat off of it.
"Leave the cat alone!" she bellowed, jumping into the air to execute a kick to the robot's chassis.
(OOC: Note: Shioh's a Night Widow, and uses 'tactile telekinesis' (yes I got the term from DC's Superboy, it fits even though hers is more like adding a few dozen pounds of force rather that allowing her to lift heavy objects) to add 'oomph' to her punches and kicks when she needs to. She won't be throwing around cars but she CAN punch through a solid wall with enough focus.)
Sparks scattered about the floor as the metal frame of the several-hundred-pound robot (if not over a quarter of a ton) sandwiched the feline between it and the floor of the hallway. A good deal of bruising and scuffing was inevitable where it wouldnt outright splatter the creature on the deck. Claws still adhering to the metal of the machine, the cat was drug along for a while before a burst of blunt force shook the robots trajectory and opened enough space for the cat to roll away. After escaping the robot grind, the cat took sanctuary behind the leg of Shioh.
What Shioh needed to keep in mind that the robot was going at a quick enough pace to keep a mostly non-aerodynamic and very heavy metal object in mid-air. To assume that this girl was able to not only jump to the robot all the way from the corner, let alone actually land a hit on it, was nothing short of ludicris. She could have all the power she wanted, but it wouldn't help her if she couldn't touch her target.
Regardless, L3-37's effective, if not questionable, strategy worked, spinning around and firing off a Detention Field at the cat long before it had an oppurtunity to run all the way down the hallway.
((I also feel the need to state that this is possibly the most ridiculous IC position Jake's ever been in. Thank you. >.>
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Having spun to scrap the cat off and spun again to turn upright, the protector bot aimed to project a detention field around the cat who was sitting, staring back at the bot. Its tail wriggled through the air, curling around it, and was the cat smiling?
Before the bot could aim its attack, a chain that crackled and glowed with magenta energy was wrapped around it's frame and arm which slowed its ability to aim. The chain was embedded into the robots back and connected to the halogen light socket on the ceiling. The robots spin only got him further tangled in it. It seemed the cats wagging tail made the chain tighten a sizzle louder.
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Danny found himself inside a detention field before he even cleared his seat.
"I, unlike you, have business with these fine upstanding men." Prodigy said to Danny. "Please do not do this. I have no wish to try and convince you using other methods, and furthmore-"
The drone launched into a gigantic, incomprehensible lecture about something or other, completely oblivious to everything happening or that had happened since he had cast the detention field.
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Unfortunately, the drone's detention field had missed entirely. Danny had taken just enough warning from his precognition that he'd been able to avoid it- it was hardly super reflexes or anything, but he was a little quicker than he would have been otherwise... and it certainly didn't hurt that he was already moving extremely fast when the bubble had been lobbed at him.
He floated to one side, crosslegged, half his attention on the security guard, half on Famine. Then he smirked. "Y'stopped listening five minutes ago, too, didn't ye?" he asked Famine. He glanced over at the guard. "I wasna kidding about th'explosives, by th'way. All ye have to do is ask him t'open his coat... although I wouldna advise tryin' t'force th'issue. I wasna jokin' about the crazed terrorist part neither." Then, ignoring the guard, he turned his attention to Famine.
"If y'don't drop that bomb over th'side, last resort or not, 'm going t'be havin' a wee bittie of a problem with ye." he stated matter-of-factly. "While y'could probably kill me..." the boy paused, and lightning hissed around him more visibly for a second. "Well, maybe... 'tis unlikely to help whatever your mission here is." Danny gave Famine a look. "If'n y're here to'steal, or t'guard, I willna interfere. 'm no' daft enough t'start a super-brawl at sea; i' this tub goes down, we're all dead."
The look hardened. "But if'n ye start hurtin' people..." he pulled an arrow with a strange, blunt head out of nowhere. A brief twist of his wrist, and the Talsorian arrowhead, designed to punch through Rikti Power armour and forcefields alike as though they were made of paper, snapped to life with a *CRACK* and then gave off a steady, hissing drone. "Ye willna be fatherin' children, if ye catch m'meanin'." Bulletproof vests were all-but-useless even against standard arrows, and the Talsorian arrow wouldn't even notice one.
Danny put the arrow away, and floated up slightly, out of easy reach for the guard. In the flashing lights of the casino, one more was unlikely to be noticed, and thus far, he hadn't done anything especially disruptive. "If ye're familiar wi' Vanguard, then you'd be knowin' tha' they dinna be givin' those arrows t'folks who are likely t'miss wi' them. So. Steal, guard, or... trouble?" he inquired.
It was at this point Danny realized that the detention bubble had caught up with him, swallowing the sound of the casino, and he made a face. "O' course." he muttered. "Imagine m'lack of surprise." He floated in the middle of the bubble, watching the drama he had started with a sort of detatched interest, as there was now little he could do to it... or that it could do to him. "Lesse... I think tha' these things only ha' a limited duration, but 'm buggered if I c'n remember what 'tis..." he muttered, thinking hard.
"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"
((Actually, Chameleon, a level III vest of this caliber would actually have combination bladed/bullet protection, and Wikipedia tells me such features are found in the Turtleskin and SRM body armors. So yeah, it'd have something to say about an arrow. After all, an arrow's just a really big fragment.))
((Of course, that isn't to say he'd laugh one off. Post coming eventually.))
Shioh was extremely offended. Since the cat was hiding behind her leg now, it appeared the robot was firing at HER.
And, what neither the cat or the robot seemed to notice was all this crackling electricity in the air would surely fry a few particles in the air, and when things burned they created smoke, and where there's smoke there's fire...alarms.
For the third time today.
Shioh covered her ears. She was really, REALLY getting sick of that noise. And robots.
She stilled liked kitties and hot dogs though, so she held her position in front of the cat like a mama bear protecting her cub.
"If they run outta hot dogs, I'm gonna pitch that guy overboard. I hope his amphibious training went well," she said as much to the cat as herself.
As Jake rounded the corner, he could only stare and blink at the scene unfolding before him. Clearly things hadn't gone the way he'd planned.
"... Huh..." He managed to say, though if anyone else could hear him over the fire alarm, it would be a super power in its own right.
Looking down at the cat who had managed to escape behind Shioh's leg, he nonchalantly encased it in an energy field whilst the both of them were preoccupied with his robot.
"Surprise?" Jake said, walking to Shioh's side. "Looks like my good intentions didn't end up doing so much good.. Sorry 'bout that."
"But, hey, I managed to catch the cat for you, anyway." He said on a more chipper note, looking at the cat floating in a bubble.
((If the cat managed to avoid the bubble by some mystical means, tell me and I'll edit the post.))
Famine laughed outside of the bubble.
'Dune' spoke to the security guard.
"This kid's insane. If my associate had a bomb of some sort, he would have never made it on to this ship."
The security guard knew this was true. It's not like the biggest, newest cruise liner on the planet would let someone with a bomb blatantly strapped to their chest on-board, right?
Right?
"Sorry about the trouble, sirs." The guard said. "He won't bother you again."
By this time several other of the ship's security had come over, and they surrounded the floating bubble from below. It was obvious that they had arrived to escort the boy away.
"I can't believe this place." 'Dune' scoffed at the guard.
"I'm truly sorry, sir."
Famine was still grinning cruelly at Danny. Just because he had seen the bombs didn't mean they weren't being careful about them.
"'Scuse." Famine told 'Dune' and the others, making his way out of the casino nonchalantly. "We'll finish this later."
John raised an eyebrow as the girl left, turning a negative look to White. "I don't know if threatening to KILL her was very good- She's probably just doing her job, whatever it is."
He leaned against the closest wall, sighing.
"So, any idea where the hold is? Because I have absolutely no idea where I'm going."
The three watched in confusion as the brawl dissolved just as suddenly as it had begun, only to be followed by another argument, and then to be drowned in the screeches of yet another fire alarm.
"Okay, now I'm mad." Acid snarled through gnashed teeth, wishing he'd had exterior auditory sensors to hold for once, "Boys, 'scuse me a sec. I got some stranglin' to do."
With that, the reptilian bolted from the casino, Hotaka merely shrugging at his companion's questioning look. This was o course somewhat comedic in itself, what with the two holding their earlobes to at least lessen the piercing shrieks. Henteko huffed in frustration. At least the towering man had his bamboo hat to veil his eyes. He, on the other hand, didn't have anything to keep away the obnoxiously flashing white of the alarm strobe lights.
Of course, it once again didn't last long, the crew dispensing their all clear one more time. Still, something had been odd about that one. Had there been someone choking in the background...?
"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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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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well you could call her a sister, but then again we arent related in any way. A co-worker doesnt capture it either
for now lets just say that she is a very close friend. Odette looks to the stage as the grand curtains begin to close. Hopefully she will get back out here soon. It looks like you cant wait too much longer.
Just a few moments later. The Siren walks out of a small door beside the stage. She is wearing a slightly more toned down Grecian dress and no veil, reveling her eyes nd hair to be a triumphant gold. She sits down and extends her hand towards David, Gabriella Miovella, and you are?
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Harry couldn't have been having a better time. It was like someone was holding a rave inside a circus; and Harry quite enjoyed both.
"Well, gee," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I guess I'll have.... what was that one you made in your room? One of those I think."
"Y'know, you guys're really good," he added to the two acrobatic bartenders. "Do you do this full time, or are you in some kinda show or something?" He'd definitely have a lot to tell Six and Bugg after this.
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The two twins look at each other manically and then back at Harry, you could say that? We do perform on a regular basis, but usually the finale is slightly more exciting. Oh you want Silks punch. That stuffll kill ya They bound off to make some more drinks. Silk looks down where Harrys shirt didnt make it through the barstool. Oh Im sorry! Lemmie get that for you She touches the stool and frees most of the shirt, but unfortunately some of it still ripped of into the seat Crap, oh well, if you need it I can buy you an new one at the boutiques on the upper decks and dont even try to refuse because I WANT to Suddenly, the music changes to a quick reggeton beat. Oh I love this song She bops in place to the rhythm and in the process grabs the piece of shirt left in the stool and slips it in her pocket unnoticed.
The twins return with two of the fluorescent yellow beverages. Heres the punch and good luck! They bound off a second time.
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"'Scuse." Famine told 'Dune' and the others, making his way out of the casino nonchalantly. "We'll finish this later."
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Prodigy went through the entire scene speaking on a lecture about the English language when the fire alarms went off and knocked some sense back into him.
Of course, Famine was now gone. The drone shrugged, opened a hatch on its left arm, and pulled out a simply envelope. He then approached 'Dune.'
"Hello there, Dune, was it? Could you make sure this gets to Mr. Famine?" He asked in a monotone voice, extending a robotic hand with the envelope in it.
As far as the detention field went, Prodigy could maintain it forever as long as he didn't cast another one or as long as it didn't get out of range. The latter would probably happen first, since Prodigy could only project and maintain energy fields from 100 yards away.
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John raised an eyebrow as the girl left, turning a negative look to White. "I don't know if threatening to KILL her was very good- She's probably just doing her job, whatever it is."
He leaned against the closest wall, sighing.
"So, any idea where the hold is? Because I have absolutely no idea where I'm going."
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"I was hoping we could find our way to the upper decks and just ask someone. And hey, threatening to kill is still a step down from TRYING to kill. Least I gave a warning. She tried to assault us twice without so much as a good one-liner."
The fire alarm went off.
"You're kidding me. How much do ya bet it goes off again today?" White Masque said conversationally.
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Two bloody streams of tears looked in an impressed manner at the decoy before them.
"It wasn't me." The automaton said.
"It should have been." Replied the bloody tears. "Go."
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well you could call her a sister, but then again we arent related in any way. A co-worker doesnt capture it either
for now lets just say that she is a very close friend. Odette looks to the stage as the grand curtains begin to close. Hopefully she will get back out here soon. It looks like you cant wait too much longer.
Just a few moments later. The Siren walks out of a small door beside the stage. She is wearing a slightly more toned down Grecian dress and no veil, reveling her eyes nd hair to be a triumphant gold. She sits down and extends her hand towards David, Gabriella Miovella, and you are?
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David was amazed out how bright of a gold color her eyes were, after a second he realized he was staring and he shook her hand, "Nice to meet you, my name is David Conrad, though some people just call me Talisman. Your performance was very unique. I really liked it. So uh, how do you know Odette?"
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you could say that? We do perform on a regular basis, but usually the finale is slightly more exciting."
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Harry didn't even begin to know what that mean, but didn't let it bother him. It wasn't enough to worry over.
"Oh, thanks," Harry said as Silk pulled his shirt out of the stool, waving off her apology for tearing it. "Please, I've ruined more shirts than I can count," he assured her. "But hey, if you insist on buyin' a new one, who am I to argue? 'Anything is acceptable if it's free', as my philosophy professor used to say. That and 'quit doodling in your textbook or I'll throw Plato's bust at your head'."
"He was a really well-spoken guy," Harry nodded thoughfully as he took a small swig of his drink. The next few seconds consisted of him staring wide-eyed into space with his mouth hanging open.
"Woo," he muttered to himself after he'd recovered, looking down at the drink in his hand.
*sip*
Danny watched the 'bot hand an envelope to the man who wasn't there, a pensive frown on his face. The security guard had been disposed of far too neatly for his liking, and the bubble was sticking around for an irritatingly long time. Eventually, he reached back, pulled out a double handful of Talsorian arrows, snapped them on, and jabbed them into the bubble.
These were designed to penetrate forcefields, and, while their individual powersupplies were far smaller and weaker than Prodigy's, there were a lot of them. After all, it wasn't as if Danny was going to run out anytime soon. The little archer ground them into the walls of the bubble, pushing hard with an added boost of electrical power, and waited to see which would burn out first, the massed energy arrowheads or whatever bit of the bot that was generating the field. He didn't even see the brief bout of flashing lights when the fire alarm went off- the inside of the bubble was a riot of sparks and flashes- and the bubble itself cut off any noise.
((Hey Sovs? I'm not sure what even a Type III bulletproof vest would do to stop a Talsorian arrowhead- those green energy blade thingies that the Vanguard use. Danny's standard arrows are Impervium-headed, and his heavier hitters are Talsorian. Plus he's got a few other nifty arrowheads, although they stick to the same functions that an Archery Blaster's attacks have in the game))
"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"
"Oh, you wouldn't want to make me bet on it," John said, grinning widely, "I'd probably start another fire just to win. I'm cheap that way. To the deck, you say?"
As John proceeded to the stairway he had taken to get down here, he glanced over at a door, and sighed. "Don't you sometimes wish... From the very bottom of your heart..."
He turned to White, a look of genuine sadness in his eyes, "That you were a Jedi?"
He continued to the stairs, sighing. "I do."
Now trapped inside the field of energy, the effects of its lightning chain on the protector bot evaporated and each link dissolved and the crackling energy disappeared.
Inside, the cat licked its paws and patted down the fur on its head. On its forehead, an arrow head shapped stripe had appeared where once all its body was pure white. But it was also completely unharmed from the ordeal.
Seeing the cat in the bubble, Shioh grabbed onto one of the protector bot's appendages and, slamming one leg against the deck and the other against the bot's chassis, began to pull, all the while screaming "Give back kitty!" over and over.
Jake quickly put another disk-shaped object onto the mechanoid, causing it to dissapear in yet another flash of light before any damage that he would have to fix was inflicted. "Relax. The whole point of this was to catch the cat that was running away from you. Figured I'd try to do something nice, although I see that's something I should try to avoid from now on..." He stated, looking up at one of the still blaring fire alarms.
"But fine, here's the cat." He said half-heartedly, cancelling the detention field and picking up the cat from under its front legs, holding it out to Shioh.
"Sorry for trying to do something for my ditzy ally..." He muttered under his breath.
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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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Harry couldn't have been having a better time. It was like someone was holding a rave inside a circus; and Harry quite enjoyed both.
"Well, gee," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I guess I'll have.... what was that one you made in your room? One of those I think."
"Y'know, you guys're really good," he added to the two acrobatic bartenders. "Do you do this full time, or are you in some kinda show or something?" He'd definitely have a lot to tell Six and Bugg after this.