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"Uh...not really. Tell you what, I'll drive us back up to the surface and get outta the pond, you deal with that thing once we're clear, ok?" Silver replied, as he spun in a 360 and aimed upwards for the surface, hoping to use his momentum to blast clean out onto the queyside.|
Originally Posted by Omega_Chief
Independance Port, Underwater, Near Lusca
Mirels expression drooped, the cigar still in her mouth, this realm was really starting to test her patience. Well this will get interesting, issue number one being that if I hop off your back the Charm keeping you just fine in the water is going to vanish, so well have to be creative here Once again she sat upright, moving to stand on her feet as she eyed up the looming monster in front of them. Okay, heres the plan, drive directly above it, get it to surface so youre on the things head, then Ill leap off and try to tame it, then make it fling you and the girl right back to dry land, sound good? |
Intruiged by the shiny silver shape, Lusca followed, tentacles drifting out after the retreating Autobot.
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Skycracker's missiles detonated in the water like depth charges, sending concussive blasts through the water but thanks to both Quicksilver diving AND the fact they weren't heat seeking failed to do any damage.
The warning coming up on her HUD that there were multiple missiles incoming from all different angles, firing off Chaff to distract the missiles and the rail cannon just missing...just. "Oh Frak this noise..." She cut her engines and begun to drop out of the sky, transforming midfall, the two large jet engines turning into a jetpack, arms and legs folding out of the side of the Blackbird and her head flipping up from within the back area of the aircraft, the curves of the Blackbird allowed her a more femine form. She waited for just the right moment and refired the engines, catching herself from hitting the water, she may not be as aerodynamic in this form but she was still fast, skimming across the water and now aiming towards the small creatures that had tried to bombard her with mini-missiles. "Command, I request backup, I have multiple hostiles, the Autobot has a lot of help!" |
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Independence Port
Down on the wharf, said 'small creatures' hadn't been idle either. On the contrary. When they'd seen that the EMP bursts of their missiles had no effect on Skycracker, the two had immediately reset the launchers. By now, the light weapons had already resolved a new batch of projectiles, which in turn meant they were once more fully armed and ready to fire. So they did. And as Skycracker aimed at the wharf, the wharf protested. Another missile barrage screeched through the night at the Decepticon, and this time they packed enough high-explosive yield to blow a set and cured cement truck halfway across Canada - before it had to worry about the sticky, toxic, and quite caustic elements of those missiles' detonations... |
The leader was clearly a Tank class, fists pulsing with energy. The man to his right was the fireball throwing pyro Blaster class, while the woman to his left had hands cloaked in dark energy, possibly a Defender. The woman on the far right and the man on the far left wer both clearly Scrappers, the woman armed with twin claws, the man's body already erupting into toxin covered spines.
As if that wasn't enough, the SWAT vans caught up, unloading the men within. They formed up silently, everyone of them hidden behind helmets, gas masks and goggles. They moved silently, without orders, somewhat unnerving and a little inhuman for it...
They also all had their weapons trained on the missile launcher team.
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The Cerosian cracked a smile, but didn't say anything in response. Even had he wanted, he wouldn't have gotten the chance, for Oxana leaped from the dragon's shoulder the very next second, her jump gaining Ineloo and her some decent clearance from the Synchronaut's wings before the Captain took the baton into both hands and snapped the thing apart in the middle.|
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"Thank you for everything Synchronaut Sarkh, have fun!"
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From how easily it came apart - not to mention that the bright-white endpoints of the break were perfectly flat - it was obvious this was part of its design, and if that wasn't enough of a clue, what happened next could leave no doubt about it.
No sooner had the Esertosian officer brought the halves now in her hands apart far enough than the very same sort of light grid appeared beneath the halfling and her with the characteristic howl of turbines, rapidly resolving into a four-winged little flyer that kicked them skyward again in less than half a second.
The night air rushed freely through the open 'cockpit', the 'seat' mounted between the long, shallow-angled wings at the vehicle's front and the short, stocky stabilizers of the V-shaped tail being little more than a sort of saddle onto which the pilot could lie down in the fashion of riding a high-performance motorcycle.
"Still with me?" Oxana queried of Ineloo not a moment after testing the footholds that had resolved beneath her armor's soles, breaking her usual routine of flooring it immediately after engine start in favor of making sure the halfling was actually still there and holding on.
Meanwhile, the obsidian silhouette that was Sarkh went into a nosedive, wings folded and legs laid tightly against his long body. With surprisingly little splash, the Cerosian slipped into and beneath the pitch-black waters of Independence Port.
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Still, they weren't quite that quick. Not only was Skycracker not exactly being idle out on the water, but their light launchers hadn't brought their next batch of missiles to resolution yet either. That would take another three to four seconds. So for now, aside from the silver-clawed half of the armored duo glancing back to the march-up behind them, they didn't do anything.
At least not physically.
The immaterial reaction, however, was speedier than the blink of any eye, and the Protectors, SWAT officers, and even the vans and every little bit of gear they carried was all at once subject to intense scrutiny.
Were the foreign signals floating around controlling these people? Were they even still people? Or had they never been to begin with, their nature merely one of drone order takers built to abide and obey?
What were they? And where was that signal coming from? Steel Canyon? Kings Row? Or somewhere else entirely...?
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Originally Posted by DeviousMe
"Still with me?" Oxana queried of Ineloo not a moment after testing the footholds that had resolved beneath her armor's soles, breaking her usual routine of flooring it immediately after engine start in favor of making sure the halfling was actually still there and holding on.
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Somewhere in the back of her mind was a little voice telling Ineloo that she should probably have been scared of the sudden free fall and the appearance of the flyer that was now being piloted by Sarkh's commanding officer, however she was enjoying it all far too much. Ineloo continued to hold tightly onto the captain, but she leant around to be able to see what was ahead of them.
Though the sound would be carried in the wrong direction, if Oxana were to listen she would be able to hear Ineloo's response to the current situation: "Funfunfunfunfun!!!"
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
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"Aliens?" Ildela repeated, surprised for once. "Nope, don't think I ever saw any aliens... just a heap of post-apocalyptic wasteland." She paused, either thinking about it or just for effect. "That and a lot of people who always wanted to shoot me for some reason."
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"Hmm... give that here?", she asked, looking at it. Assuming he did so she gave it a fairly close examination. "Huh... it actually does look almost like the money we use here. Almost, but not quite." She handed it back to him. "You might get some places to accept it, but I wouldn't rely on that. And I wouldn't stick around too long if they do."| his hand dug deep into a pocket and pulled forth a wad of Pre War Money," ..is this stuff any good here?" |
"Anyway... first stop would be Trina, I think. Need to get you something to wear that isn't beaten to all hell." With that she set out across the club, which thankfully wasn't too crowded at present. He would have no trouble following her if he was paying even the slightest bit of attention. "Mind the floor", she commented as they stepped out onto the transparent tiles that made up most of the D's dancefloor. "Don't look down if you're prone to vertigo."
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"And trust me", she added to Derek. "I dunno what a clockwork rifle's capable of so I can't speak to that, but believe me when I say if you did something to attract that kind of attention those weapons would be the least of your worries."
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Detective Mulligan had wanted for the displaced heroes in his care not to overhear his conversation with police partner Detective Dean Doyle. He completed the call and exited his unmarked vehicle, a dusty brown 1972 Ford Consul GT. He'd kept an eye trained on his three captives all along and was glad to see they'd remained faithful as heroes, walking towards the great doors of City Hall as instructed. Holding on to his hat, longcoat fluttering in the late night breeze, he semi-jogged along, catching up to his new friends and holding open the doors for them. "I'm here, I'm here" he said, "Go on in."| "I'd also point out he left us right next to Ms. Liberty, who last I checked is a registered hero", Ildela replied, gesturing to the woman in question... |
The ever-present Paragon City Representative happened to be by the door just then and greeted the handcuffed trio, then their escorting officer. "Good evening to you too Ma'am" replied Mulligan. "Please, meet some of the fine heroes who saved the good people of Kings Row from the madman shooter earlier tonight. I have no doubt you've already heard of them within the past couple hours but you must know, they're actually from a buncha' other worlds. As the story would seem, they were all thrown down here accidentally. We have reason to suspect that crazy old Doctor Mechano, meddling with the dimensional plane or stream whatever it is they call it. At any rate, we was hoping City Hall could start processing these upstanding individuals through hero registration, dimensional refugee papers and all those other migration legalities. I still need a police report from them so I'll stick around until their done, if that's okay with you?" The lady agreed and invited the trio inside, leading them to the main desk where piles of forms and paperwork laid waiting. "I assume y'all read and write?" asked Mulligan.
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"Anyway... first stop would be Trina, I think. Need to get you something to wear that isn't beaten to all hell." With that she set out across the club, which thankfully wasn't too crowded at present. He would have no trouble following her if he was paying even the slightest bit of attention. "Mind the floor", she commented as they stepped out onto the transparent tiles that made up most of the D's dancefloor. "Don't look down if you're prone to vertigo." |
Ethan did look down, but was, oddly, unfazed by the sight, following cloelsy he was soon talking to Trina, who after a couple of hushed words nodded, smiled and accepted something from Ethan's small backpack.
A full makeover later and Ethan with clean, cut and styled hair, a classic 50's short back and sides, was to be found dressed in a smart grey-blue suit, conservative 50's style, a fresh white shirt and a slim deep blue tie. A unworldly shinny pair of shoe completed the outfit.
However the observant ones might have found the bulky plain brownpaper wraped package Trina slide to him of more interest.
Ethan flexed and got use to the fit of the new suit and footware, again sharpe eyed ones may have spotted the well hung line of the jacket coving up the shoulder holstered Blackhawk, the switch balde in the waistband, and even the ever present PipBoy on his wrist.
"wella, isnt this just too sweet, i feels like a Strip Boss, now lead me to the drinks Ildela and you will have a made the happiest man in the ..well where ever the hecking heckk this place is.."
Independance Port, Underwater
Mirel was more then a little annoyed at having her plan shrugged off, but like most things it washed away rather quickly, they did after all still have the rather pressing matter of both a small unit of troops, some sort of flying craft and a giant octopus trying to kill them. These were some odds in dire need of evening.
She waited until the Autobot had launched himself up into the air, leaping off his back (Coincidently causing another slight tingling sensation as his freedom of water movement left with her) and down into the water towards the following octopus. With a few flips through the air as well as the water her heavy boots impacted soft fleshy cephalopod skin, hopefully halting the thing in its tracks.
Hello beastie She murmured to herself as she started to run with heavy boot steps up the side of the giants head.
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The lady agreed and invited the trio inside, leading them to the main desk where piles of forms and paperwork laid waiting. "I assume y'all read and write?" asked Mulligan.
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To be fair, Derek was far from illiterate. On more than one occasion he had mentioned being raised within nobility before he found his true calling as a wanderer and that he studied at one of the Empire's finest academies since he reached the age of compulsory education. For a man whose life revolved around combat, coin and cleavage for most of his days, Derek could read and write with the best of them.
Of course there was one little problem.
"Hmm," the Outsider sighed, turning back to the lady. "The good news is, we can read and write perfectly well. The bad news is that my friend here, as much as he speaks a language very similar to English, barring a few very insignificant differences here and there - slang and whatnot - I'm afraid he writes in a completely different system, so he may need a little help with the paperwork."
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
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The Captain did indeed, but her only visible response was the slight tilt of a foot, promoting the little flyer to launch itself forward with another burst of speed, the dark waters below swiftly dropping away to make room for the myriad of twinkling city lights that illuminated nighttime Paragon. It really was a sight to see, though Oxana couldn't help but feel a twinge of disapproval in the back of her mind.|
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Though the sound would be carried in the wrong direction, if Oxana were to listen she would be able to hear Ineloo's response to the current situation: "Funfunfunfunfun!!!"
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But, she reminded herself, foreign culture, foreign standards. Maybe the humans here saw such things as desirable. Perhaps they even found the native nature of their planet detestable and sought to completely rebuild it. She'd heard of peoples that had done so. It seemed odd to her. But at least there was still one place in the jungle of concrete and asphalt where the wilds flourished...
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Kri let out a long, drawn-out groan of relief as he slipped his clawed foot free of the armored boot, setting the protective, yet rather confining footwear firmly into its designated slot of his designated equipment locker. The lavender lizardman smiled with satisfaction at the click of the clamp, letting his emerald eyes wander about the barracks' silver-gray metal; the rough plating of the floor, the smooth tiles of the ceiling, the rows of alcoves designed to hold all manner of gear, and the little name plates above each designating to whom they'd been assigned.
His gaze stopped at the golden letters of 'Lodný Kapitán Oxana Kalkartova'. He couldn't help but smile as he placed the last piece of his armor into its holders. A soft sigh escaped his nostrils. His thoughts wandered. He remembered the first time he'd seen her. It seemed like yesterday. It always did. The training hall they'd called it. Some kind of fighting ring. And oh, how she'd fought. How she'd pummeled down that creature whose muscled bulk had held nearly twice the volume of her well-sculpted own, her body rippling like water with every move. She hadn't even worn anything but...
"Heh." an electronic chuckle ripped the Rulusian shaman from his daydreams, emerald pupils darting to the door in surprise as he head, "It's purple."
"Captain!" Kri exclaimed in shock at the armored figure that stood there completely at ease, hands even behind her back, then dove behind a stocked weapon rack the moment his legs obeyed the impulse to move again. Head and shoulders poked above the neatly locked-in rifles the lavender reptilian stammered hastily, "Uh, I...pardon, Sir. I didn't, uh, I was just, uh..."
"Oh would you relax?" Oxana interrupted him calmly, "Not like I haven't seen before."
"This is Ineloo." she introduced the halfling while she stepped to the side of the door to make room for her. The two had boarded the cloaked troop transport almost immediately after touching down in the dense woods of former Woodvale, the Captain having wasted no time in the deresolution of the small light flyer once they'd come to ground.
"She'd like to enter the city hero registry, but I don't believe it's safe to bring her to City Hall currently." the Captain continued to tell Kri, "She'll need a profile first."
"You're looking for Technician Kranadin." the lizardman realized, "Who..."
"Has his S.L.I. link off again, yes." Oxana nodded with a grumped sigh, "Do you have any idea...?"
"Chasing a giant mushroom." the shaman was the one who nodded that time as he answered. This in turn elicited silence from the Captain, so he explained, "He and some of the others were attacked by large, walking mushrooms shortly after we made camp. The cook made the comment that mushrooms would go well with the stew, then someone shouted to get it, and then the mushrooms started running the other way, prompting some of the crew to chase after them."
"I see." Oxana remarked dryly, having to admit such was more or less par for the course, "Looks like I'm going hunting mushrooms then. Please keep an eye on her until I return."
Before Kri could say anything in response, the GONAROV's commanding officer had performed a curt nod to Ineloo and marched off. The lavender Rulusian blinked at the halfling. No, this wasn't awkward. Not at all...
"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 to worry er..." said the detective, glancing at the forms of the young woman and her male accomplice to try and peak at their names and alias. "They have technology that can decipher language, calligraphy, patterns in writing, stuff like that. You just do your best where you can, be honest and tell us everything. Powers, skills, weapons, combat efficiency levels, origins and a brief background on what you use your powers for. If it's to help people, which we hope it is, explain why. If not, tell us what it is exactly that you do. The three of you take your time and er, let me know when you're finished."| I'm afraid he writes in a completely different system, so he may need a little help with the paperwork." |
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"So long as you don't start acting like one too, we'll get along fine", Ildela replied with a laugh. "And last I checked, this place was in its own private dimension. So 'where' is a little vague", she added before turning and leading them out of the VIP lounge and across the way to a bar, behind which was the obligatory bartender. Currently, the man was busy washing glasses. The bar itself was empty aside from them, most of the patrons preferring the blue side bars instead for reasons that Ildela had never really understood.| "wella, isnt this just too sweet, i feels like a Strip Boss, now lead me to the drinks Ildela and you will have a made the happiest man in the ..well where ever the hecking heckk this place is.." |
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Ildela hummed quietly to herself while waiting for them to deal with the other two first, assuming it'd be easier for the authorities to deal with them one at a time than all at once. Once they were out of the way, she presented the Representative with the same ID card she'd given to Mulligan earlier. "Can you get anything off that to make this go a little faster?", she asked, never having been one for filling out tedious forms if she could avoid it.
(( I'd imagine obvious stuff like her name (Infinite Zero) and her powers (Elec/kin/Mu controller) would be easy enough to get from that. ))
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The SWAT officers were all human, although there was something strangely 'off' about them. What it was would likely require a bit more study. The clearest signal, to an intense scan, was the oddly steady heart-rates. While it would be usual for trained officers to be more used to certain situations, there would still be varying levels of bravado, gung-ho, adrenaline and attempted calm throughout. Now, however, the pulsese were, while pumped like a human in action, oddly in similar sync. Not totally, but enough to raise notice.|
Originally Posted by DeviousMe
The immaterial reaction, however, was speedier than the blink of any eye, and the Protectors, SWAT officers, and even the vans and every little bit of gear they carried was all at once subject to intense scrutiny.
Were the foreign signals floating around controlling these people? Were they even still people? Or had they never been to begin with, their nature merely one of drone order takers built to abide and obey? What were they? And where was that signal coming from? Steel Canyon? Kings Row? Or somewhere else entirely...? |
The Paragon Protectors were much harder to read, given they all had varying signals from their powers and suits. They did have a minute trace of the foreign signal, however, not enough to trace or track of even interlink with - they were on some sort of secure band - but it was there.
The signal as a whole was a scrambled mess, for the most part. Origin seemed to come in fragments, and from even comms units nearby, far and everything inbetween. Whoever was behind it was taking no chances, and definitely knew their stuff when it came to black ops level field comms. It'd take a far more intense study to lock it down and trace it, let alone crack the language...
Unless Quicksilver could help. The Autobot landed on the bank in a skid, still dripping. One of the doors popped open.
"You might want to scoot, kiddo," he said to his passenger, "This is about to get dicey."
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Awesometastic Girl, didn't need to be told twice, she ejects from the vehicle in a rather graceless scurry, dashing bent low towards the nearest manhole cover, which would 'prang' up into the air, lifted by a sudden burst of solid illusions, falling with a loud 'clang' as she slides into the safety of the sewer system.
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
Skycracker landed on the wharf, she was out of missiles, so fortunately for the meatbags infront of her, she couldn't just blast them to smithereens.
"Well this is more like it, you know that's the problem with you organics, you squish so easily and I'm going to enjoy crushing you under foot..."
She also suffered from a classic case of villainous gloating but then that was something of a defining trait of her 'side'. Raising her foot up to stomp downwards on the creatures infront of her...
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It was soon followed by seven more, two of which attempted to simply brush aside the SWAT team. There was something strange about them too; it seemed the entire giant beast was surrounded by faint semi-tangible whirling vortexes of water, strong enough to be quite painful to get caught in, not that being slammed or crushed would normally be painless.
The reason for this, and the beasts more intelligent then usual movements, became apparent as its head emerged, likewise surrounded by the semi-tangible vortexes as well as having the source of them perched atop it, holding onto two great reigns made of physics defying water.
Mirel let out a laugh as she set out directing the beats attack, and serving as the missile troops probably most unexpected reinforcements ever.
She did indeed, and in more than one way - and regrettably, most of them were more advantageous to Skycracker and the subverted humans than the two armored aliens.
First, the attack of the tentacles and vortices made it much too dangerous for the humans to execute the 'two can play at this game' idea with which the GONAROV's EWD had been about to go ahead. Experience taught that when two voices barked orders in a human's brain, said human tended to either not do much of anything or turn into a spastic ball of twitchiness. Needless to say, neither was exactly desirable if one wanted the mentioned human to live through getting jumped by a water spout and/or hugged by a giant octopus..
Second, it gave them a compulsion to not just blast Skycracker to smithereens. After all, unlike her, they had missiles aplenty. The Decepticon's gloating had given them more than enough time for their light launchers to bring another missile load to resolution. When her foot had come up, so had the many-celled barrels of their weapons, and if the tentacle hadn't entered their field of fire, the towering mechanoid would've been contending with enough raw explosive force to cause an entire Freakshow block party to swoon in euphoric bliss right about now.
But of course, it wasn't all bad. All one needed was a little adaptability, and then Mirel's rescue was suddenly the most welcome distraction of all.
So they adapted.
Both light launchers clattered to the ground mere moments into the attack, their former wielders starting toward the SWAT lineup with surprising speed, the bulky weapons currently considered inapplicable to the situation.
The silver-clawed individual suddenly held a long whip of some baleful, unnatural flame in hand, and wasted no time snapping the practically fright-green weapon toward the closest SWAT officer home to one of the signal-sending communications units, coldly intent on snatching the human toward them and into the waiting hands of his tailless comrade.
Meanwhile, the satellite above the southern horizon turned the attention of its antennae to the Decepticon signals. The GONAROV's EWD had been tasked. They had three potential matches almost immediately. Unfortunately, none was exact, though the Macronet signals of Eluysik VI came rather close. Still, it wasn't enough. So they began a far more intense study...
"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 to worry er..." said the detective, glancing at the forms of the young woman and her male accomplice to try and peak at their names and alias. "They have technology that can decipher language, calligraphy, patterns in writing, stuff like that. You just do your best where you can, be honest and tell us everything. Powers, skills, weapons, combat efficiency levels, origins and a brief background on what you use your powers for. If it's to help people, which we hope it is, explain why. If not, tell us what it is exactly that you do. The three of you take your time and er, let me know when you're finished."
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Derek, however, wrote in his own language system as advised, which appeared as if someone somewhere has taken Perso-Arabic and Japanese Kanji scripts and merged characters from each writing system together. On top of that, he needed his partner's assistant in read the actual field titles themselves, which were printed in a way that seemed as nonsensical to the wanderer as his own writing would likely appear to the detective.
"Well," the Outsider said as the duo placed their pens down and pushed the finished forms back to the lady. "I think we've filled in everything, though I do have a problem with one of the fields and a good reason as to why."
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Real Name: Unknown
Hero Name: The Outsider Powers: None Skills: Traceur, puzzle solver. Weapons & Equipment: Enchanted smartphone, known functions so far being "magic satchel" attributes and semi-intelligent long-range teleportation. Combat Efficiency: Minimal, defensive purposes only. Origin: I woke up in a strange world with no memory of my own past nor my own name, only the knowledge of the world I actually belong to. These days I help others in need while I search for a way back to my own world and for a means to shifting this amnesia that plagues me every single day. |
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Real Name: Metrenom Derek of Laskaster
Hero Name: Derek the Aimless Powers: Basic force magic Skills: Longswordsman, practised brawler Weapons & Equipment: Longsword, magic ring Combat Efficiency: High? Origin: I was born into a noble family, which grew stuffy and boring as I entered my teenage years. It wasn't until a few days before my 20th year in the world that I had an encounter with a wanderer and discovered my true calling, and now I travel the world, offering my services as an adventurer and a sellsword myself. |
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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With a large glass of sipping whiskey in his hand Ethan was relaxed, he had offered Ildela what ever she wanted to drink , and now he was leaning on the bar taking stock.
"So froms here we's can get to the City and not just back to that truck ? where is the downside, this looks ways to good .."
Ethan took his time on his drink and was clearly taking a good hard look at his surroundings, details related to tech where high on this visual checklist.
"..ands what about yous , you says your not even froms arounds heres ? and yous knows my homeland ? how do you finds those portal things ? "
with a some what sly glance at his small back pack Ethan rested , took another sip of his drink and awaited a reply.....
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After being approved, agents of the City Representative collected the forms and Ildela's foreign ID away with them, returning much later with three brand new Paragon City Hero Identification cards. After final inspections, the City Representative handed the ID's over to Dt Mulligan and sent the group on their way.| ...she presented the Representative with the same ID card she'd given to Mulligan earlier. "Can you get anything off that to make this go a little faster?" / "Well," the Outsider said... "I think we've filled in everything, though I do have a problem with one of the fields and a good reason as to why." |
Once back outside, the detective awarded the three heroes with their respective ID's. "On behalf of the brave heroes and proud citizens of Paragon City, I welcome you Derek the Aimless; magic swordsman, Infinite Zero; electric kineticist and the Outsider; long-range teleporter, to the esteemed service of our great country, as Superheroes, defenders of truth and protectors of the innocent. However temporary your stay in our dimension, you'll always be a welcomed visitor."
With a gentle smile the police detective produced three silver badges and presented them to the trio. "In honour of your fine work earlier this evening, the City Representative has awarded you and your other friends with the custom-made Gunman Stopper badge. So far we only have you three on record. Once the others are identified, all of your ID communicator chips should be mutually accessible under one superleague radio frequency. Why don't you give it a try?"
Meanwhile, as the detective spoke, a dark figure had audaciously entered the dimensional theatres of Atlas Park and was now ascending the stairs leading to City Hall, the gremlin woman and the long-coat official caught dead in his sights. Onwards he climbed, magically hidden by night and cloaked in shadow.
The SWAT officers swung with somewhat unnatural unison to open direct fire on Lusca's flailing limbs, although that didn't stop several from being swatted around like bowling pins. A good few of them began aiming at Mirel herself, her interferance more than apparent.
The silver-clawed soldiers whip, however, met firmer resistance, as instead of finding one of the likely manipulated SWAT officers, it found itself caught in the glowing grip of the lead Protector. The man wound the whips length around his forearm twice, as the other four members of his group started to advance steadily, before he began to try and turn the tables, instead pulling the whips owner closer
With his passenger gone, Silver sped up, driving towards Skycracker herself, intent on getting to grips with the Decepticon mano el mano...
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GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.
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"Uhm...okay then." Kri regarded the oddly quiet Ineloo with trepidation, still feeling rather embarrassed even after he'd calmed down enough to consider himself decent again. He still retrieved a leather garb that formed some mixture of belt and kilt from within his lockup, clipping the piece of attire he'd heard some call 'Valkyre style' about his waist before trying to excuse himself from the barracks, "I'll just go now..."
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Half a second later, the man got his wish, though probably not in the way he'd expected. Yanked forward by a sudden, tremendously forceful tug, he skipped forward like a stone on a pond, directly toward the widespread silver claws of the armored crewman's other hand, palm open and sinister-looking fingers curled forward like some sort of diabolical catcher's mitt.|
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Being a member of the GONAROV's Cerosian complement, the Summoner hadn't been sure how to react to the Paragon Protector catching a whip of such otherworldly fire. Even the rapid, wordless exchange with his tailless companion awarded by his link implant couldn't bridge that delay. Once he'd been advised though, he had no reason whatsoever to remain inactive.
And neither did the forces at his call.
But if the Protector expected that hand to catch him, he was sorely mistaken. Oh, something was there to catch him alright, but it wasn't the hand. Its purpose was but to call that something - and it came stante pede.
The cold, biting nimbus of Hell's very deepest reaches enveloped the man in near-simultaneity with the heavily muscled, sinewy arms of the hulking demon that had veritably coalesced into being right before him, the fiery strand that so speedily hauled pulled him toward the thing going straight through the great beast's gut, its body seeming to offer no resistance whatsoever to the burning strand.
It did, however, offer plenty of resistance to his.
That didn't go to say the demon intended to crush him, though. On the contrary. The Summoner's comrade had replied with something along the lines of there being no need for them to be picky with which of these humans they abducted. One was as good as another. Thus the demon's objective was merely the same as what the Cerosian's shipmate had been: to try and grab a hold...and then squeeze the air from the man's lungs.
As to why said tailless comrade had passed this off to the demon, well that was quite simple: they still needed a one of the signal-sending communications units these guys carried. With the Cerosian's whip occupied elsewhere, his fellow crewman took a more direct approach to 'obtaining' the SWAT officer who carried one.
A dash and a choke hold...
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Onwards he climbed, magically hidden by night and cloaked in shadow.
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Well, he was the only one who climbed. Just not the only one slinking about by the light of the moon. That little tidbit he shared with the owner of the eyes which presently peeped past the targeting scope of a long-barreled plasma rifle from a rooftop not too far away.
Said owner, however, had no harm in mind. His orders were merely to observe. The rifle was just a tool at hand. Its magnification was simply better than that of his cybereyes, so if he needed a close-up, the weapon could deliver vastly better results.
Of course, that didn't go to say he wouldn't use the thing if reason emerged...
"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 halfling stopped her wide-eyed staring and returned her attention to Kri, smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry, it's just been an...interesting...day. I don't know about here, but where I'm from you don't normally get thrown into a new world with no warning!"|
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Eden
"Uhm...okay then." Kri regarded the oddly quiet Ineloo with trepidation, still feeling rather embarrassed even after he'd calmed down enough to consider himself decent again. He still retrieved a leather garb that formed some mixture of belt and kilt from within his lockup, clipping the piece of attire he'd heard some call 'Valkyre style' about his waist before trying to excuse himself from the barracks, "I'll just go now..." |
She quickly glanced around the locker room again, her eyes settling on the weapon rack curiously. "How do they work? They look much to bulky to be wands and the design would make an awful melee weapon..."
She followed Kri as he moved to leave, having decided that if Sarkh was a dragon who wouldn't immediately try and do something nasty to people, there was a very good chance that his crewmates would be just as civilised. Given the opportunity, she would jabber questions at him until he either answered her, or something interesting distracted her for long enough that he could make his escape.
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
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Half a second later, the man got his wish, though probably not in the way he'd expected. Yanked clean off his feet by a sudden, tremendously forceful tug, he sailed through the air past his comrades like a speeding bullet, directly toward the widespread silver claws of the armored crewman's other hand, palm open and sinister-looking fingers curled forward like some sort of diabolical catcher's mitt. Being a member of the GONAROV's Cerosian complement, the Summoner hadn't been sure how to react to the Paragon Protector catching a whip of such otherworldly fire. Even the rapid, wordless exchange with his tailless companion awarded by his link implant couldn't bridge that delay. Once he'd been advised though, he had no reason whatsoever to remain inactive. And neither did the forces at his call. But if the Protector expected that hand to catch him, he was sorely mistaken. Oh, something was there to catch him alright, but it wasn't the hand. Its purpose was but to call that something - and it came stante pede. The cold, biting nimbus of Hell's very deepest reaches enveloped the man in near-simultaneity with the heavily muscled, sinewy arms of the hulking demon that had veritably coalesced into being right before him, the fiery strand that so speedily hauled him through the air going straight through the great beast's gut, its body seeming to offer no resistance whatsoever to the burning strand. It did, however, offer plenty of resistance to his. That didn't go to say the demon intended to crush him, though. On the contrary. The Summoner's comrade had replied with something along the lines of there being no need for them to be picky with which of these humans they abducted. One was as good as another. Thus the demon's objective was merely the same as what the Cerosian's shipmate had been: to try and grab a hold...and then squeeze the air from the man's lungs. As to why said tailless comrade had passed this off to the demon, well that was quite simple: they still needed a one of the signal-sending communications units these guys carried. With the Cerosian's whip occupied elsewhere, his fellow crewman took a more direct approach to 'obtaining' the SWAT officer who carried one. A dash and a choke hold... |
There was a split second of pause, before the Protector squad charged after their leader as one, the Blaster and Defender firing blasts of fire and darkness at the summoner and demon, while the twin Scrappers turned their attention to the others.
The SWAT teams, meanwhile, were divided between Lusca and, as three of them armed grenade launchers, the crewmens parked vehicle...
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NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.
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Suddenly, the stalker appeared right under the Detective, one hand gripped him by the neck, the other reached for the gremlin woman. Then they were gone.| ...eyes which presently peeped past the targeting scope of a long-barreled plasma rifle from a rooftop not too far away. The rifle was just a tool at hand. Its magnification was simply better than that of his cybereyes... Of course, that didn't go to say he wouldn't use the thing if reason emerged. |
Entrance to the Pocket Dimensional Nightclub, Kings Row
The van housing a dimensional portal to Zero's otherworldly nightclub bounced violently as a ripple in the air around it tore open to reveal a police detective captive in the hands of a long-range teleporting dark figure. If his grip reached the gremlin woman, then she too would follow, and later, any diving persons or shots fired.
"My quarrel lies not with thee", he began in a deep mournful voice. "But may God help you if you deny me what I seek. Those responsible for the fall of my brother Esua, I have tracked beyond this door. But between you two, his weapons have gone missing. I want them back, so that I may bury them with him."
Someone was indeed, and with what was happening below, she gradually leaned more and more toward the conclusion that more direct involvement was needed - and that it probably wouldn't be the best idea to have the halfling spear-diving into the water with Sarkh.
"Come with me please." the Captain reached out to Ineloo, intending to grasp a hand and thus steady her while she pulled the halfling from the harness pocket, "Synchronaut Sarkh has underwater operations to conduct. We'll be getting off here."
The Cerosian in question meanwhile reached into a pocket on his other side, gingerly pulling out a thin rod roughly the size of a police baton with a pair of claws. Once in hand, he reached over his shoulder and held the object out to Oxana.
"Don't worry." he told the halfling with a smirk as the Captain took possession of the short staff, "The Captain is an excellent pilot. She'll take good care of you."
He didn't elaborate on just what he meant by that, instead giving the word back to Oxana, who instructed Ineloo to stand behind her and place both arms about her waist, finishing with, "Then lock your hands together and told on tight..."
"Thank you for everything Synchronaut Sarkh, have fun!"
"Don't go away mad, just go away..." The best line Clint never said.
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