Dire turned and gave the Congressman the sweetest of looks , her smile was board , her whole face animated ...
She held out her right hand , the fingers uncurling to show the open palm , upon which sat a single drop of fresh blood ...
..the Congressman felt the faintest of pains , where Dire's barb had pierced him , a quick glance , assured him the nanites had closed the wound with their normal scar-less perfection....and yet he felt the smallest of jabbing aches , just for a fraction of a second ...
The Congressman looked back to Dire , her smiling face descended to plant a kiss on her own outstretched palm ...
Again in that odd snap like movement Dire's head shot upright , the face was now again dark and hostile ... the right hand turned to display the open palm ..the drop of blood was gone...
..Dire's voice was deep and echoy , seemingly a blend of many tones .. we have you for always Soul Stealer ...we are with you and you shall know our touch ....live long Accursed ..for we name you in the Halls of the Lost Graves , to the Thrones of the Deadmen ..
.with that Dire seemed to move backwards ..away and upward ..slowly merging with the dark sky until she was lost from sight ...
The Khelari scowled as Dire Lament's plan took hold. He hated when he didn't manage to mess up other people's schemes.
Fortunately, luck seemed to be on his side. Not only did the woman retreat, but she also assumed. Nanites and the stuff Acid had put into the congressman were two very different things. In fact, aside from being machines, the two had just about nothing in common with one another. Thus being, they conveyed in great detail what had been done to the man - and while the reptilian didn't know to undo it off the top of his head, the chances that the SPC wouldn't find a way was slim to none. Of course, that was assuming they decided to not make it his sentence in the first place. It may well have been a fitting punishment. Acid didn't really know. All he knew was that the guy was now trying to sweet-talk him.
A quiver played about the edges of his lips, and he couldn't help but let out a chortle.
Then he giggled.
Then he chuckled.
And finally, he began to laugh loudly, terribly, throwing his head back in a downright psychotic bout of laugher, seeming to find this wonderfully amusing.
Then, from one moment to another, he stopped.
"Sorry." he grinned to the congressman, "Couldn't resist. That was pretty good. Pretty good. You probably could, yeah. Too bad for you I'm evil."
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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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The instant the guillotine fell, Jases shadow unmolded from around the widow, conscious of the young looking fellows bucket of paint. The shadow rose as a figure in Jases image, with arms up to block, in Jases place. Taking the entire attack before melting back down into a shadow, only a small amount splashed on the real Jases shoulder and a secondary splash from the ground got a part of his boot and shin. The rest, however, got the widow and ended her shadowy display that Jase eyed momentarily. It was a shame that the end had to be so
public. But when a mass of heroes or whomever come stomping through to come ruin delicate work like said mission, sacrifices had to be made.
The ninja grit his teeth at the acid like substance that started eating into him. Well, little boy, Jase said through his teeth, now smiling back, Id have seemed even more like a meany if I struck her without her knowing it was coming.
The three spiderlings still scurried about, spreading their black thread and it was this that Jase used to deflect Acids attack. Jase scratched the ground with the point of his scythe, and a spout of darkness rose up from the scathed earth, consuming the energy and light of the bolt without discrimination of its strength or lack-thereof. The shadow scythe, once called Moon Shrouder. A ceremonial scythe capable of cutting shadows themselves
I offered you the chance to destroy my little spiders
Jase drew up his weapon, quickly winding it back and hooked upward, cracking the earth and sending a cut along the dark webs that were being laid out.
I gave you the chance because I felt sorry for *you*! The webs severed and gushed, like cutting along a vein, the blood releasing uncontrolled but instead of blood, it was ink-like blackness. The slash sent this blackness in a torrent of darkness that would explode to engulf Acid, the Urban Kid of Merry Wit and the congressman in a wave of life sucking shadows.
(( sorry DeviousMe i did not think the Robots would take Dire's actions as an attack ..meerly words spoken ....if so then her retreat was with much more speed and taking fire from the bots .. FYI she took rather thanadded anything to the Congressman ..))
((Oh, okay. Thanks for the heads-up. Edited accordingly.))
"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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"You talk WAY too much." The Urban Fellow of Merry Wit stated nonchalantly as he almost casually ninja-flipped like some miniature psychotic imp ninja demon away from the enveloping shadows. He landed, and he started twirling the yo-yo he held in hand. Lights lit up within its cheap red plastic, and then the unexpected happen.
It sprouted ten curved and nasty looking chakram spikes. The yo-yo was actually a seeker-drone in disguise! The Urban Fellow of Merry Wit made a show of flinging the thing at him and controling its trajectory with the attatched string, but it was clear the yo-yo drone moved under its own power.
And things were only going to get worse for Jase, by the looks of it. Not more than ten feet to his right, there was an explosion of confetti, a party-blower blew, and there was a small flash of light. Lying in the middle of the street was a two-layered chocolate cake, complete with pink frosting. The frosting actually spiraled about in neat and elegant cursive to spell out a message...
BANG! YOU'RE DEAD!
A very soft hiss echoed forth, and if Jase was smart, he would probably instantly figure out that he had only moments before an auto-turret decided to make his life loads of fun by pumping loads of lead into his person.
Getting a briefing from Samwise as they approached the woman, Balgair realized just how little they actually knew. Congressman was outside in the middle of a Sticky-wicket, woman here was standing over unconscious men in the dark, and there had been a fight in the basement, probably the morgue.
Now, how to best phrase the questions so it sounded like she already knew the answers...
And her head started throbbing. Okay, not up to clever thoughts at the moment. Start easy, move directly to threats of violence.
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"If Ocnar hit you, you either deserved it, or I told him to, which means I think you deserved it." Balgair said as she stepped up.| "Was it really necessary to have hit me so hard on the jaw?" |
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| "Did you, by any chance, see a middle-aged man, dark hair, glasses, wearing a white coat downstairs? Only I believe he would have more to tell you than I do." she lied. |
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Sam Varden 50 MA/Reg Scrap
Doomtastic 50 SS/Inv Brute
Ceus 50 Eng/Kin Corr
Cinderstorm 50 Fire/Fire Blaster
When Widow Frost died she looked at the body with sad eyes. In a ghostly way she ignored almost everything going on around her.
Then she vanished her spirit moving from the living world to the spiritual. Her goal was simple in many ways she understood Widow Frost.
In that misty realm between life and death. She tried to approach the light so wanting to go to the afterlife but she felt the force keeping her to the mortal world pull her back.
"HEAR ME GUARDIAN SPIRITS! A woman died today who pain and grief drove her to madness. I beg you allow her to join her love in the world beyond. I.. I am willing to accept her punishment for the sins committed on the mortal plain! Please let her be with her love!"
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Mortal plain
When Mystic Ghost left the Spectral Terror didn't it screamed and the darkness moved forward to attack the Congressman.
The Dark spirit was a tormentor and it was doing it's job now. Reflecting every evil, every suffering the Congressman done back at the man. In the man's mind he suffered every wrong he done from the victims perspective.
Acid's jaws parted, and he looked on in shock at Jase's display of shadowy power, looking more than aghast as the torrent crashed against the large protective dome of force he'd expanded about himself and those near him earlier. Normally, this likely would've been a good thing for the wielder of the scythe. This time, however, the reasons for the reptilian's reaction were quite different from the norm.
"Torrent?" he remarked to Jase with a look that personified the words 'what the hell?', as well as a supporting gesture of his right hand in the fashion of some Italian mafioso, "You're kidding me, right? Please tell me you're kidding me. Torrent? You do all this junk and go into full-on drama queen mode for the Lich's most useless ability? Freakin' torrent? Dude...seriously. I feel disrespected. I think we all feel disrespected."
Speaking and thinking were two very different things though, and the Khelari made sure to keep the two carefully parted. Mentally, he already prepared for the next strike...
...and chuckled at the congressman's very likely realization that his current captor disregarded that there spectral terror with just a little too much apathy.
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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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((Way to ham up a power name? >_>
Stalkers don't get Torrent. What that was was Disruptor Blast, the AoE attack of the Mace Mastery patron pool. If you don't get it, that scythe is his 'mace' and using it allows him to attack with his dark powers where normally he can only control them.
Secondly, the strength of a power doesn't depend on some arbitrary 'tier' system that balance powersets in a video-game. You'd figure it's determined by the Player's intent otherwise a detention field wouldn't be such an 'I Win' button.
Thirdly, yeah, I sooo could have just took that rifle blast earlier and laughed right back because MMs have such *weak* damage but no, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, as a fellow player, that none of us are of omni-potent god-like status so attacks, no matter from who, are dangerous.
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((No, I got that. Acid, however, did not. He still thinks it's Torrent. 
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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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The dark explosion splashed the ground like a wave of ink, staining the ground with blackness. Any living thing it touched soon shriveled and turned to a shell of its former self, weakened and lifeless.
But I thought you loved to talk, Jase laughed in response. Just before the turret opened fire, the ninja disappeared in a swirl of darkness, reappearing on the back of one of his spiderlings that continued to scurry about, spreading Jases dark weave. The spider had no issue towing Jases weight and continued moving at high speeds, currently away from the confetti. And as he rode, the long curve of his weapon hung over, scrapping along the ground but rather than earth or sparks, blackness parted in a V shape, like a boat in water.
Why are you so angry? Did you actually care for her feelings? As he talked, Jase drew a handful of knives from his belt. Or if I have similar circumstances as her? Are you going to kill me too? If it was one thing Jase could do better than anyone, it was throw a weapon. His accuracy and power with each knife was second to none and youd never know exactly what kind of knife it was. This time was no different. The half dozen blades hurtled at the strange boy with deadly intention.
The seeker drone redirected itself suddenly to block one knife. The auto-turret similarly redirected its fire to cut down two more. The boy nimbly dodge one more, but the last two met their mark, head on, full force...
And bounce.
A turquoise-silver field of force roared to life, revealing just HOW a kid like the Urban Fellow of Merry Wit had stayed alive for as long as he had. Where some supers were tough, where some wore armor, where some could just take a certain amount of beatings before keeling over, the kid had a force field. It completely negated any attack directed at him without fail, but required a lot of juice to power. It could only take a certain number of consecutive hits before failing, leaving the Urban Fellow of Merry Wit just a strange kid, as easy to kill as the next. It could recharge given time, naturally, but the whole ordeal was slow and tedious. The force field even changed color to indicate how much power was left. Silver-turquoise when at full, green when above 75%, yellow at 50%, orange at 25% and red at the last 5%.
In response to Jase's inquiries, the little boy just gave him a big cheesy grin.
"You're the bad guy!" He shouted, pointing at Jase and pulling a dramatic pose.
Unfortunately for the stalker, said dramatic pose was not just for the sake of drama. The kid crouched down, planting one hand on the ground in some sort of pseudo-anime-ninja crouch. Next thing Jase knew, the entire area in a fifty foot radius exploded with confetti and randomly placed fireworks. Several *clicks* could be heard, and suddenly the battlefield was filled with several new decorations.
There were now three multi-colored balloons on string floating at six feet above the ground, each with a smiley face. There were three rather ordinary looking teddy bears lying around. A trio of giant cotton-candy stands had suddenly been erected. And Jase was heading right for one of them! Worse yet, he now had to worry about whatever sinister devices these things were in disguise, as well as the marshmallow bazooka launcher the kid had pulled out of thin air and was begining to mount on his shoulder...
Similarly to the merry fellow, Jase also had a shield. His shadow. However, he looked to it for a moment but still got the signal that it was too weakened to fight at the moment, thanks to the glob of red paint earlier. Jase figured he’d just have to watch his back carefully until the shadow was back in shape.
As for his previous attack, it didn’t truly miss. It hit its mark perfectly. The one the boy had ‘dodged’ wasn’t aimed at him but his shadow that rested at his feet. The flare of bright light from the shield was an unexpected bonus as its light just made the shadow more opaque for Jase’s use. A quick manipulation to make the shadow nice and rubbery, tie the shadow in a neat bow around the loop in the knife handle and then finish by letting the law of shadows do the rest.
Any attempt at movement would be thwarted by a persistent tether of darkness binding its caster in place and normal activity, while possible, would be slowed to a crawl. That is the result of resisting ones own shadow.
“I’m the bad guy?” Jase snarled through a sinister smile although the Urban Fellow wouldn’t see it because Jase appeared right behind him. The dark blade curved over the boy’s shoulder and the black razor’d edge loomed around him and his marshmallow bazooka to make it tough to draw it fully. “But what about that evil bad man you’re holding hostage over there?” the ninja inquired, but didn’t wait for an answer, the scythe that still sparked with the power that executed the Widow sank in to reap more blood.
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| "Oh, we'll get to him lady. But first, I'd like to know what you know. Why are there super powered humans fighting over the congressman in the parking lot, what was going on in the morgue, and why did you want to do it all in the dark?" |
"Firstly I had no idea so many people would be gunning for Congressman Wolfe. I was merely instructed, by my employers, to detain him here. He was scheduled here for an operation: It was a good cover story." She looked around cautiously as she spoke in hushed tones, although the small crowd of inpatients were doing their very best to not look in the direction of the Matron and the mercenaries.
"It was Doctor Carson's and my job to make sure that the Congressman didn't slip back to New York after the operation. He's suspected of having in his possession a very dangerous, magical artefact and using it to further his own career." The Matron was looking exceptionally tired. She kept running her fingers through her wispy hair and blinking.
"Secondly, we'd set up a small base of operations - a handful of magical arcana to hold the artefact in a safe manner until our employers came to handle it. That's what we were doing in the morgue. We didn't realise that one of our own staff was an imposter." She looked out of the window and saw the prone body of the woman in black.
"Is that her? I suppose it must be."
"And thirdly--"
"Thirdly," Doctor Carson emerged from the basement, "I turned the lights off. Once I'd found out that the woman who claimed to be Nurse Celo was, in fact, some deranged lunatic I thought it would be better to cause a distraction and deal with her without the rest of the hospital cottoning on."
He looked like Hell, with his unbuttoned shirt stained with blood. He instructed the nurses who followed from the stairs to take the children back to the ward. Walking over to the group by the door, he pushed up his glasses and straightened his hair.
"I wasn't aware of our other 'visitors'. I have, however, taken the liberty of phoning the PPD."
"And what about... our employers?" Matron Knowles enquired.
"Since Nurse Celo, or whatever her real name is, stole our main means of direct communication with them, that's anyone's guess."
Doctor Carson looked at Balgair, sensing common ground in leadership.
"So, now you know about our involvement, who the Hell are you?!"
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| "HEAR ME GUARDIAN SPIRITS! A woman died today whose pain and grief drove her to madness. I beg you allow her to join her love in the world beyond. I.. I am willing to accept her punishment for the sins committed on the mortal plain! Please let her be with her love!" |
Light and dark played above the clouds. As the figure of Dark Lament headed to wherever it was she was headed, trailing black energy and a new hunger for blood, the light energy that had shone on the body of Widow Frost lingered in the air.
The Spirit's cry was not unanswered.
"IT WILL NOT HAPPEN" the voice communicated via the celestial plane. Below, it sounded like a distant rumble of thunder.
"TOO MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING DID SHE CAUSE. SHE LOST HER WAY. HER POWER HAS BEEN STRIPPED FROM HER. IT NO LONGER PROTECTS HER. SHE IS GONE."
In the distance, lights flashed. But they weren't magical. From the Spirit's viewpoint she could make out beings of energy flying above the clouds. Like the police sirens in the World below, they were holding back but they had no need to disguise who they were.
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Down below, the congressman snarled at Acid.
"How dare you laugh at me! You think I'm just some regular joe? Some politician with only the backing of the CIA and the FBI?! Ha!"
There was no reasoning with these people!
"Don't you hear those sirens? The Police are on their way! They know! Let me go!"
The sirens were getting closer now.
500 yards from the assembled group of heroes, villains and other, SWAT vans approached. Then they reversed another 100 yards. A small squadron of PPD cars and vans drew up behind them. For those that were looking (and could see that far) motorcycles were stationed along with another group of SWAT and PPD vans.
The PPD had arrived. And they meant business.
"How dare you laugh at me! You think I'm just some regular joe? Some politician with only the backing of the CIA and the FBI?! Ha!"
There was no reasoning with these people!
"Don't you hear those sirens? The Police are on their way! They know! Let me go!"
The sirens were getting closer now.
500 yards from the assembled group of heroes, villains and other, SWAT vans approached. Then they reversed another 100 yards. A small squadron of PPD cars and vans drew up behind them. For those that were looking (and could see that far) motorcycles were stationed along with another group of SWAT and PPD vans.
The PPD had arrived. And they meant business.
Balgair smiled ruefully, "No where near as nice as you it would sound." She pointed to Samwise, who was now watching the fight outside with great interest.
"That's Samwise. His brother's girlfriend's uncle was going to be having financial difficulty if one of the congressman's bills passed. As a favor, we were going to kidnap him and do a sundry list of nefarious and vile things to him to get him to drop it."
She shrugged, "Turns out, everyone and their brother wants a piece of him. Our being here is almost superflous. No idea there would be magic artifacts, crazy little kids, or Acid Zero."
"I don't think we're going to get what we want anymore though. All the excitement outside will probably blow up all the goodies."
Sev stepped up and handed Balgair her shotgun and a bandoiler of shells. She strapped them on.
"Normally I'd be all spiteful and just start shooting that crowd outside. Head hurts to much for that."
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Doomtastic 50 SS/Inv Brute
Ceus 50 Eng/Kin Corr
Cinderstorm 50 Fire/Fire Blaster
from a good distance Dire watched the gathering PPD army .... let them deal with the mundain matters of Congressmen and legalities ..
The Woman was slain , but not by Dire's hands ..she felt some what better at this outcome ..lost spirits could be a pain ..
Dire moved further back to avoid the police ..and any questions ...
"Yyyyeah, what's the word I'm thinking of...?" the Khelari mused with a chuckle at Wolfe, "Oh yeah - no. An' yeh, I dare. In case you haven't caught on yet, that's my thing. I laugh at everybody who goes and gets too full of him-, her-, it-, or whateverself and starts ordering people around and junk."
"See that guy with the big curvy stick?" he rhetorically questioned of the congressman with a lax motion toward Jase, "Prime example. He can do stuff others around him can't and bada-bing bada-boom, he thinks he's the baddest sark in the...I mean the biggest fish around and can tell everybody else what do do or that they're gonna die or some garbage like that. Heck, I bet you he mouths off again as soon as those cops over there get here and he has to back off. Extra points if he says he's gonna be generous today and 'allow' us to live just before he disappears."
"Seriously, I'm about a hundred times more afraid of the party dude." Acid added, though this time he was being quite serious, "He's silly. An' he likes to be silly. You know what that means? He doesn't have to be serious to win his battles - and that's a true mark of power. If he was trying to stop me from taking you...yeah, then I'd be worried."
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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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While Jase was doing an excellent job of setting up his target for the kill, he had failed to take into account every last threat present. Acid Zero wasn't lifting a finger? Check. The congressman was secure? Check. The Widow was dead? Check. Dire Lament was standing around doing nothing? Check. The ghost guy was also just standing around? Check. Really, it looked like the crazy kid was his only real opponent...
BZZZZZZZZZZZZT.
Make that one crazy kid and one cake-turret.
Jase's shadow technique in combination with the knife worked PERFECTLY. The Urban Fellow of Merry Wit was entirely immobilized...Until the auto-turret tracked the knife and blasted it to smithereens, freeing the boy's shadow and allowing him to move just as Jase appeared behind him. The marshmallow bazooka twirled, but rather than roundabouting to face Jase, the kid just blocked his monstrous Scythe with the cheap plastic toy, ignoring the standard convention that it shouldn't have been able to do that.
And then the silly-string came out.
Whipping it out of thin air, the Urban Fellow of Merry Wit produced a bright-sky blue can with a rainbow emblem on it, proclaiming in big pink and puffy letters that it was a can of silly string. A fraction of a moment later and the silly-string had completely coated both the bazooka and the Scythe...And then hardened. For the supposed can of silly-string was actually a can of Instant-Super-Cement Brand Silly-String.(TM) The Urban Fellow of Merry Wit had practically web cacooned the two weapons together, which left Jase in a delicate spot. Because he would require a moment to free his weapon, and the auto-turret had finished tracking him...
*DAKKADAKKADAKKA*
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Not too far away...
"He's leaving with the congressman."
"Let him. It's not a problem. But he's not leaving by himself. PPD is a bit out of range, but the others should be able to keep an eye on him. Expansion catch in 8...7...6..."
The boys silly string hardened over the weapon. Yes, only 1 of the weapons; the marshmallow bazooka. Jase managed to mangle the boys perception just before the attack to get him to attack slightly delayed. But it wasnt the silly string he had altered his attack for, it was the turret, the only foe aiming at him that he wouldnt be able to fool with mental trickery.
The ninja teleported back, just in time for it to open fire right on the spot he appeared again but Jase was prepared. His scythe strapped to his back and his belt fully armed with kunai and shuriken, Jase faced down the assaulting machine gun fire. With inhuman accuracy and speed, Jase threw blade after blade, dozen after dozen at the hail of fire. The turret and ninja were deflecting each others projectiles with their own. They seemed evenly matched, the machine gun versus a master knife thrower, but Jase had one tiny advantage: he could throw 6-8 projectiles with one throw while the cake turret was limited by how many barrels it had. Slowly, fire began to slip through and the turret began to take damage. Jase finally ended it by slipping in an exploding shuriken in his barrage with a pastry and frosting shockwave finale.
But the shadow ninja didnt get out of the fire fight without injuries. He was bleeding profusely from his shoulder and a wound in his exposed side. He had to turn his focus primarily on the turret during the little duel but Jase kept his mind expanded so he could telepathically pick up any attackers that would try to sneak up on him.
Gasping and bloody with one arm slightly limp, Jase just smirked at Acids comment. Tough talk coming from a weakling that hides behind gadgets, he half laughed and groaned. The difference between you and me is you without your robots are nothing. And yet, even if Im nothing to you, Im not afraid to face the odds.
Jase didnt wait to be attacked again and drew an oversized knife, more the size of a sword, from his back. It appeared from the darkness, the ninjas most powerful tool, the knife called Unsho. And despite that, I can still win! Opening with a hail of blades, Jase threw with his free hand a barrage of knives with an exploding shuriken mixed in at the Urban Fellow
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The ghost Guy? good thing she couldn't read minds. She wasn't technically there she was on the Astral plane. She nodded hearing the voices of the Guardian spirits and went to return to the mortal plane.|
Originally Posted by Paradigm_Shift
While Jase was doing an excellent job of setting up his target for the kill, he had failed to take into account every last threat present. Acid Zero wasn't lifting a finger? Check. The congressman was secure? Check. The Widow was dead? Check. Dire Lament was standing around doing nothing? Check. The ghost guy was also just standing around?
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She appeared right where she stood before. By now the Spectral Terror faded away returning to the underworld.
Looking about Mystic Ghost blinked. "Okay this looks like a mad house! Who's the heck are the bad guys."
She looked at Dire Lament "Do you know what's going on?"
"Actually, without my Hyperion ripoff, I'm nothing." Acid chuckled maliciously in response, "But that's not the difference between you an' me, kid. This is the difference between you and me. Number Four, if you please."
And with that, from one instant to another, they were gone. Khelari, mechanoids, spirit, and human, all vanished into thin air with naught but the characteristic clap of air filling the void a teleportation had left behind...
"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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Not too far away...
"CATCH."
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The Street
Unfortuntely, it didn't look like Acid Zero would be getting away with the plot cleanly. A mysterious force locked onto the incoming teleport, hijacked it, and expanded it. It had gone from a select teleport to a group teleport. Everybody in the street fight felt the unique and distinguishable tug of an incoming teleport, and all they had to do was accept it - that is, not actively resist it - in order to be beamed up. Of course, if they weren't interested, just shrugging the feeling off was sufficient to avoid it. The "Expanded" teleport, centered on Acid Zero, had grown so that everybody on the street, and within the hospital lobby could join in if they wanted. The PDD was out of range, and the civilians who experienced the tug automatically shrugged it off, most of them never having even SEEN a teleporter, much less been teleported themselves.
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Dire shrugged .."just stuff , mostly magic ..but its over now ..apart from the screams .."|
Originally Posted by RottenLuck
Looking about Mystic Ghost blinked. "Okay this looks like a mad house! Who's the heck are the bad guys." She looked at Dire Lament "Do you know what's going on?" |
Dire looked long and hard at Mystic .." are you dead or what ?"
Matron Knowles was revived by two of the mercenaries.
"Was it really necessary to have hit me so hard on the jaw?" she enquired, rubbing her face which ached something chronic. Well, her words were a little less coherent than that but ultimately conveyed the same message.
She offered her arm and the two men lifted her up to a relatively stable standing position.
She looked back at the assembled throng of inpatients who were doing their best to not look at the group by the doors. At least the lights were on now.
Ah, Doctor Carson.
"Did you, by any chance, see a middle-aged man, dark hair, glasses, wearing a white coat downstairs? Only I believe he would have more to tell you than I do." she lied.
Widow Frost's skin, where it hadn't been burnt by acid, was acquiring a much healthier tone. The pale, almost translucent, white skin was deepening to a rosy complexion. Her facial features which had been so cruel had softened. Even her white hair was taking on a dark blonde hue.
The light issuing from the clouds above dissipated and the shadows thrown by it disappeared.
A curious smile played on his lips a few moments after Widow Frost's demise. With her gone he could concentrate on extricating himself from Acid's 'care'.
"The poor woman was deluded. It is to a better place that she goes now." he ventured.
"Now, I am fully aware that my position is...um...highly unstable. So, how about a little compromise, eh? Set me down, you can keep this forcefield thingy around me," he eyed Dire as he said those words. He wasn't entirely stupid.
"You've done a brilliant job preserving my health. I'm sure if I was given the chance to speak to some of my colleagues we could...um...pardon you with regards to that whole previous murder thing."
He shifted his attention, as best he could, to Rosalind.
"Now, what's this I hear about a Soul Crystal, hmmm? Some kind of trial? I can assure you I was not aware of its properties when I accepted it as a gift. If I hand it over to you, as a token of goodwill, perhaps you can see to it that whomever this council you answer to is satisfied that no more trouble will come of it. What do you say?"
There really was nothing to lose. Powerless as he was (and slightly deranged), the skills of a politician kicked in on auto-pilot. His mind was blocking the part where he was handed over to some magic crime tribunal and... well, it really wasn't worth putting his own mind under that kind of stress.
He smiled at his captors, averting his gaze from the crazy little boy as best he could. Then a thought occurred to him: That kid...child endangerment...ah, yes!