Boomtown Blues (( Open RP ))

{Brickstown}

Carmella Looked over the edge of the building. "We got new orders from Anonymous X. Our orders are now to get our hands on some Crey outfits." She looked at the other members of the Extraction team. "Well lets scout for some Crey Thugs a few of those Power Tanks would be good. It's hard to see the faces in those helmets."

(( Anyone want to be on Extraction Team B or do I have to brain storm more Random Foes?))
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Ginger drank her tea when a knocked at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Come in"

One of the Door guards entered the room. "Sorry to intrude Head Ginger but you wanted to know when Tom returned. He didn't return alone he brought in a newcomer."

Thought she put down her tea mug gently it was clear she was angry "After all his fussing about John returning he goes and brings in a Newcomer." She rose up and headed out of her chambers "Where is he now?"

"I don't know Ma'am but I saw them heading for the food court."

"Thank you Trever, now go and inform Mathew about this." Ginger didn't say anything else as she stormed her way to the food court.

He Who Lies moved both quickly and silently the moment the door closed. He took some of the fabric scraps from Ginger's quilting supply crate, and a bit of thread as well. Now it was all a matter of timing, and he knew exactly where to be.

'If this woman's conversation with those tree-people and their mouthpiece was anything to go by, she will soon be arguing with Tom. Which supplies the proper motivation...'

Meanwhile, in a Abandoned Building in the most northern-section of Boomtown...

Thugs... they never change.. not once. They always result to an endless argument seems endless until someone pulls out a gun and takes the argument to their own hands. In this building, a large amount of thugs were arguing, dictating that certain stolen goods belong to them, while others said otherwise.

Thug 1: Hey, I'm the one that risked myself, and got shot at! I deserve the most recognition here!

Thug 2: Ooooh! Recognition! Big word for a idiot! We made the plan, we deserve the most!

They were arguing of stolen goods that they recently stole from another group of thugs. These goods included money, high-costing objects, drugs, and the most important, Explosives. However, while they were arguing, a man moved from the darkness, near the back of the building. This man was no ordinary man however. This man was dressed in what would be a Jester outfit from the Medieval ages. Half of the Comical outfit was colored in a darkish, but still noticeable and distinct purple color. The other side was a dried-blood red color. This man stood at 6 foot 5 inches, and was sneaking to the other end of the room, where boxes of explosives were held. This man was no other then the Laughing Jester, a Psychotic Mastermind that has cause a tremendous amount of Anarchic Destruction. He had become infamously famous for just that. He managed to break out of the Zig when a riot started from within, and managed to get to his hide out, and now was here. He planned to steal the explosives, and prepare for his next plan. This would have been successful, if it wasn't for his shoes. His shoes had a nice silver bell at the tip of it, very common with Jesters. As nice as he thought it was, it made alot of noise.. even when he stepped softly. He managed to sneak to the other side of the top section of the room, and it was in the middle where the thugs argued at the table parrallel to the 2 horizontal walls near them. He grabbed two boxes of explosives, holding each in one hand. And started sneaking back to the back exit.. but then was discovered.
Thug 3: Hey.. HEY! You hear that?!?
All the thugs from the table turned toward where the noise was coming from.. and there stood the Laughing Jester, standing there frozen with a nervous smile.
The Laughing Jester: Oh... uh.. heh, Hello friends!
He said this as if he was buddy buddy with the thugs.
Thug 2: What the heck is this? Who brought the clown here?!
The Laughing Jester: No no, I came myself, and don't worry! I will be leaving soon!
He gave a wide grin, attempting to walk away. Then they noticed he had the boxed explosives.
Thug 1: HEY! He has our explosives!
Many of the thugs began taking out their weapons, ranging from bats, to crowbars, to policemen and custom made pistols. Quickly, The Jester dropped both boxes and yanked out what was a detonator from one of his pockets.
Thug 3: Party's over clown! I'd bet he doesn't have a bomb on him!
The Laughing Jester: Whoa! Hold up! The Party is never over! And, BOOM!
The Laughing Jester then pressed the button on the detonator. All of a sudden, the horizontal walls that were parallel to the table where the Thugs argued were blown. Once those walls have blown down, a mass amount of thugs charged from the outside of both those walls. When they clashed, a massive fight began. Bones were cracking, Fists were smacking, and large baseball bats were slammed against faces. The Jester began laughing his distinct and intimidating hysterical laugh. He picked up the boxes and began walking away.. but then stopped. He asked himself, what was he doing? He looked toward the crowd where mayhem was happening, where people were fighting and causing his favorite thing.. chaos. He couldn't pass up this opportunity. He dropped the boxes again, and he charged himself into the fray. He rammed into one of the thugs with his right shoulder, knocking him into the floor, where he was being trampled by other thugs. He then turned his sights to another thug that was fighting. He poked the thug from the back, and right when the thug turned around, he jabbed at his face. Knocking the thug back a bit, he then grabbed the thug's arm, and yanked it toward the jester. The Thug flew back again, and the jester used the thug's movement to elbow him in the face. The thug ended up spinning around from the strike, and the Jester grabbed the thug's head with his hands. The thug began yelling No! Wait! but it was too late. The Jester snapped the thug's neck... but then when he fell, he noticed that he killed one of his own henchmen...
The Laughing Jester: Oh, curses! Ah well, I have to many of them! Hahah--
He was interrupted by a rude punch on the side of his face. He used the punch as momentum to deliver a crude swing at the side of the attacker's face. It was successful. The thug stumbled back, and the jester took this time to grab the thug, and throw him on the table. He then raised his body by grabbing the collar of his shirt by one hand, and slapping his left cheek with his right hand. After the slap, the Jester laughed his distinct laugh again, and then slammed the thug's forhead with both fists, breaking the table and sending the thug falling under it. The table's wood broke into many splinters that flew into many directions. After knocking out this thug, he realized it was the last one. He then looked toward the explosive boxes.. and realized it was gone.
The Laughing Jester: What! Where is it! Where is the booms?
Thug with a Party Hat: Oh, one of the thugs that ran away got it.. why?
The Laughing Jester looked at the thug that responded with a stern look. He then pulled out a high-tech laser sighted pistol and blew the thug's brains out.
The Laughing Jester: Because it is WHAT WE CAME FOR! Hohoho... I made a nice shot... anyways, Find him! Find the run-away thug and bring the bombs back! The one who is holding the boxes when he gets back gets a nice bonus.
He finished that sentence with a smile. He knew that his henchmen were going to kill eachother just so they can be the ones holding the box to get the bonus. But he didnt care. He likes chaos, and chaos likes him. He laughed when he thought of the chaos thing, and his laugh echoed through the building as a mass of thugs ran out to catch the doomed fleeing run-away.

((OOC: *Looks at the OPEN RP sign* I guess this means I can join right? My character is basically a Psychotic Villain Mastermind that has many 'supplies' to wreak destruction with, and by supplies I mean like Custom Made bombs, guns, material things, and a large amount of Thug-Followers. btw, I did this in a hurry, so I'm pretty sure I missed something, if something is wrong with the post, please let me know.))

(( Italic text = hard on the eyes when reading, fyi. Don't need the whole post in italics. Also just a word of advice, that reads oddly like a film script. Which while awesome in its own way, probably won't work once other people's characters become involved as they probably will eventually. Is pretty good for 'in a hurry' though!

But yeah, open is exactly that. You're welcome to join us. Just try not to look too tasty or Devious is likely to eat you. ))

((*huffs up* Why, I never...! I dare say I take exception to that! I've not eaten anyone for a week, and you know it! As for you, my dear Spanky, welcome, welcome, do come in.))

((WELCOME SPanky nice to have another nut in the loony bin!))

Ginger marched her way to the food court and spotted Tom. "TOM FREEMAN! What are you doing you know all newcomers need to be approved by Two members of the Head council! And I know Walter didn't approve of you leaving at this hour and bringing in a guest!"

Tom and Drake turned hearing the voice of Ginger. Tom spoke up "Ah Ginger well I can't get approval till I met someone now couldn't I? This is..." Drake stepped forward and with a Texas Accent "Well Howdie Ms. Ginger, I'm Luke Kain I'm sorry that I'm disturbing ya all but it been so long since I last seen my good Friend Tom here we just plum forgot as we caught up on our past."

Everyone were looking at the three. Tom was looking at Drake not sure to be angry that he was cut off or not. Ginger eyed Drake up and down then looked at Tom "We will be talking about this later, but for now keep your friend close." She spun around and stormed off for the Offices.

In the garden one of the Dryads was watching the whole thing but showed no emotion. Dreg and Carl were puzzled as most of the people at the food court.
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{Brickstown}

Carmella's team got to ground level and started the hunt for a group of Crey. She smiled as she spotted 5 of them roughing up a woman. The woman screamed "Your... Your just what they been saying on TV nothing but thugs!"

That was when Extraction Team B struck Toxic Zed (Rad Rad Corrupter) snapped his fingers and sent Radiation at the Powered tank as Carmella and a Brute Named War Hounds (Super strength Willpower Brute) rushed the Gang. The fight didn't take long the Villains wanted as little damage to the uniforms as possible.

"OH thank you! We need more Heroes like you on the streets." The woman ran off. War Hound made a wimpier sound and looked at Carmella. "Let her go guys it only confuse things more if the Police or Heroes start asking questions. Tag these guys with those teleport markers so we can get them to the base and dispose of them fully."

She stood there watching out as the two went to work.

Acid only grinned toothily, raising a hand to his shoulder. Then he snapped his fingers.

"Maximilian."

The truck behind him gave a rumble as it rose, chassis plates shifting to and fro in favor of first legs, then arms, complete with alien-looking, four-pronged feet and hands of solid metal, wheels sliding together up its calves and locking there. A diminutive head carrying but a single, red-glowing optic lens sprang from between the wide shoulders of what by the second looked more and more like some demented Knightmare Frame.

It didn't take long for the final elements of plated armor to take position, and even less time for very visible weapon systems to deploy, the most obvious indicated by the tiny, bluish pilot flames that danced above the armored behemoth's wrists. It didn't hesitate to use them either, stretching its arms toward Pious and roaring twin gouts of flame at the hero...

((Hey Devious, we can't listen to your awesome music link since we don't have accounts for whatever website that is.

And a Knightmare Frame? Seriously? Has Krazy been rubbing off on you?))

((Boh. And no - it just sounded like a much better comparison to what it looks like than 'creepy-looking transformer with wheels where they make sense and funkily small and non-face-bearing head'. ))

Pious had never seen anything like it in all his battling career. He simply watched in surprise and awe as the suspect truck towered above him, morphing into a giant humanoid war machine and blasting out music. He failed to register the danger as tiny, bluish flames danced above the armored behemoth's wrists and suddenly shot towards him. He was completely engulfed in flames, his red and blue sports Lycra singed lightly but cooled quickly as a viscous gel defensively washed over the hero's body. Snapping out of his trance, Pious retaliated by blasting forth a wormhole designed to teleport the enemy a mile away, which would give him just enough time to recuperate and strategize.

The large Cerosian stumbled back with the sudden appearance of the wormhole. Reacting quickly, he grasped the deck of the ferry so tightly that planks sundered and plates cracked, but in the end it did no good. Rushed into the wormhole, Maximilian found himself a mile away over the ocean, entering the waters with a tremendous splash.

"Well dang." Acid remarked, visibly disappointed, "That was a whole lot more anticlimactic than I'd expected. Oh well. Catch ya 'round."

With that, his form rippled and vanished from sight, the Khelari having turned invisible in most of the electromagnetic spectrum with the aid of his deflector. Thus hidden, he attempted to sneak his way off the ship...

(( <.< Hope this didn't die? I kind of hit a writers block but I be posting something more soon. ))

(( I had some stuff to do but got sidetracked by university assignments and/or Champions. ))

(( Nah, I'm only a heretic if I quit CoH to play it. Which I haven't, and am not going to. ))