[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"When is someone going to do something about all the dust in the air? I
can barely breathe."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "I highly doubt anyone is going to do anything, m'lady."
[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits,
"Who cares if you can't breathe. That's not our problem."
[Radio: (F) Public] Inferno Falcon transmits,
"Yeah... The air is dust filled in most places and it's not good for the
humans."
[Radio: (F) Public] Inferno Falcon transmits,
"So I really wonder when they can find a way to fix the air a little atleast."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"Of course it's not your problem, Guts Man."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Well. I suppose that if we have the technology to chibify the world, we can probably do something about the
atmosphere as well..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"But I know I'm not the only one who's having trouble functioning with it
all."
[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits,
"It's never my problems when it comes to you losers."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"So what else is new?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
is absolutely serious, tone-wise. "Of course not, your
Wisdom. God forbid you should have to intervene in the affairs of us mere
mortals."
[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "I
used that portal at the North Pole to kidnap the Lindenbergh
baby and kill it."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"..... That's nice."
[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Time
travel is a wonderful thing."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Is it really? I've never tried it."
[Radio: (F) Public]
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"... well, now that you mention it, it DOES do that too, but that isn't
the problem."
[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits,
"Maybe you should go find a bunch of tree huggers to help you solve your
problem."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"...Wha?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Hm. He may have a point there, m'lady."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Environmentalists, methinks, would be glad to assist you with
this. Whereas Robot Masters will only make fun of you, as we've seen."
[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits,
"Yeah, because if we don't make fun of you, who will? Those
loser Mavericks? I think not!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"....."
[Radio: (F) Public]
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
laughs.
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"I'm not a warrior! Why did you waste your time turning me back?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Retro Packrat transmits,
"You guys need to buy some sense. Or have it beaten into you. By the way,
how's Pinnochio doing?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "It's 'spare the rod and spoil the
child', sir. Do you know what that means?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu
Man transmits, "Buy some sense? Brilliant, rat."
[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu
Man drawls at Hailstorm, "Security is always an issue with Wily
airspace."
[Radio: (F) Public] Retro Packrat transmits,
"It's the only way you'll ever get any, it seems."
[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "I
get some all the time."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"So why shoot at someone who doesn't shoot back?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Inferno Falcon transmits,
"........ Did you attack Hailstorm Eagle? Because if you
did, then you got to deal with me when I find you!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle's harsh tone
immediately fades. "Oh! Hi there Inferno!"
[Radio: (F) Public]
[Radio: (F) Public] Inferno Falcon transmits,
"Hi there Hailstorm... Who attacked you if I may ask?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"Tengu Man... just because
[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu
Man transmits, "Sorry, bijin. Rules are
rules."
[Radio: (F) Public] Inferno Falcon transmits,
"Tengu.... When I find you.... You will have
hell to pay to even dare to attack Hailstorm Eagle! You cowards jump on those
who cant even fight back as a warrior!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu
Man transmits, "And in case you've forgotten:
[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu
Man just laughs at Inferno.
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"Inferno!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Heheheheheheh, yeah, bunch of weaklings."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"I'll just ... find another way around
[Radio: (F) Public] Inferno Falcon transmits,
"......"
[Radio: (F) Public] Chill Snowcat
transmits, "That's why blinkin is so
nice....."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"Blinkin?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"Oh, Chill! Good to hear you."
<time passes.>
Long distance to Abernathy: Feste
ICly leaves you a note: 'went to theatre. perhaps back later. --f.'
You enter the
As
you head into Southern Downtown New York, you see nothing but the fanciest,
most expensive stores. Over the years, the rich and classy migrated to the
southern frings of
Contents: Contents:
Grenade
Man [
Junk Man
[True incognito] [RM] Hailstorm
Eagle [C]
Javelin
Whitetail [
Sword Man
[Mysterious] [RM] Gemini Man
[Human] [RM]
Brad
Robertson's Apartment <BRA>
Party-Drome
Southeast
<SE>:
Northeast
<NE>:
North
<N>:
Northwest
<NW>:
Elec
Man arrives from the
Elec
Man has arrived.
Gemini Man gives Flash a salute with his
'ticket' hand, and holds the hand out for Flash Man to pick up a ticket. He
doesn't blink when he looks at Junk Man, but he does say, in a deadpanned
fashion, "Junk Man, you look like hell. Don't sit next to anyone else. Management
will not be responsible for your getting fragged in
this escapade." He hands Junk a ticket, anyway. "We have a particular
objective in this. The 'show' has possession of a drone that belongs to us.
We'll grab her but we'll probably need to hand her off. The
rest of you, just DO NOT start shooting until we give the word.
Yes?"
Flash Man nods. "What do you take me
for?"
As the RMs gather, a
dark figure in a brown dusty cloak approaches the group, looking...well,
mysterious. Of course, those RMs
in the know should realize this is Sword, wearing his all purpose disguise.
"I am here..." he says muffledly, looking
to the gathered.
"Sword Man, you also look like hell. All of
you are completely hopeless." Gemini hands Sword a ticket anyway.
"Sit next to Junk Man. I imagine they'll let you in anyway, considering
that you're a world-reknown wuss."
Junk Man wanders in at a TOWERING... 5'3".
Yep, Junkers used the 'incognito' body this time, and did a good job of it...
pale skin, marked here and there with rather beautiful and intricate tattoos
(he's been practicing his art recently. Really, look up Detritus on the web and
you'll see a secretive master's works for sale, nyu)
on the upper parts of his arms. A long, creamy white leather trenchcoat
bearing the mark of Musica sits heavily on his
shoulders, where not brushed by the somewhat clumpy steel blue asian hair that hangs over one sunglass hidden eye. His
shirt is crisp and clean and emblazoned with a playful sadistic little Starscream emblem (http://www.cafeshops.com/cp/img/spacer.gif)
and a thick belt with metal rings on supporting some clean, purposefully faded
and worn stonewashed gray jeans. Johnny Boots accompany this, wheee! And Junk takes his ticket, smiling ever so sweetly
to his brother as he leans over. "Nice to to see
you too bro. Remind me to kick you around a bit." he obviously doesn't
mean it though. "Don't worry about me, I've only got my my my electrical attacks to beat
people with."
Dr. Doppler has already found his seat in one of
the boxes to the right of the stage. Rank does have its priveledges.
As he waits, he thumbs through the program and reads the more interesting
tidbits about the actors.
Sword Man narrows his eyes beneath his cowl, his
white gloved hand slipping out from underneath to take the ticket and pull it
within his cloak. "I'd watch thy words, Sir Gemini. Also, for what reason
are we to come here, aside from the obvious Anti-Order nature of this play. You do little without ulterior motives..." After
all, Sword wants to make sure just what he's getting into first.
The Fool is simply somewhere in the regular
audience, having deserted San Angeles and Abernathy for the show. He'd heard so
much about it, after all. And it's supposed to be so good. Yes, forget Abby.
Play, woohoo! Feste idly
leafs through the program as he waits for it to start.
Hailstorm Eagle continues to shimmer up above it
all, with a chirpsigh.
Elec
Man runs into the scene incognito. He seems quite underdressed for broadway, but no one should
recognize him unless they listen to him talk for more than about, oh, 3
seconds. His mask is off so his wispy black hair falls around his face, going
down to his shoulders. His brown eyes and face are filled with energy. He's
wearing a loud button-down shirt with Japanese letters on the front, which read
"Mega Sword Go!" with Popular Anime Character(TM) posing with said
sword on the back. The top two buttons are open on the shirt to allow some air.
His pants are a plain affair, rather bright green jeans. He's wearing red
sneakers with blue laces on his feet. He runs over to the crowd and yells,
"WHAT'S GOING ON! I WANT A TICKET! WHAT'S GOING ON?! HUH? HUH?" He
bounces up and down happily.
The Deer kicks back in her seat. Well, she tries
to kick back, anyways--but the reploid section just
wasn't made with her tiny frame in mind, so her legs miss and dangle several
inches off the floor. She shrugs it off, but crosses her arms behind her head
and leans back regardless--Javelin is on her night off, and intent on enjoying
what had better be a @#$ing good show, for the amount
she paid to get in here.
Junk Man idly moves in, seated somewhere a bit
off from Feste and smirks. Plays are good, but
waiting=bad. So the now short and reed thin incognito former shambling hulk
idly pulls out a sketchpad, his hands blurring as he begins to work over some
designs. It might or might not be noted should he take off his jacket that a
few of the tattoos have a symbol mixed in here and there,
that if stared at long enough, might look like a very very stylized DWN 050. But it's VERY intricate and worked
fully into a seeming norse
wrought iron trailing that seems to be all down his shoulders and back and arms
to the elbows. He DOES have the faintly strong facial features, but he could
just be any biseinen type of individual here to take
in a play.
The playbill's interesting reading. Andrew
Alexander, the actor that plays "Doctor Wily," has a bio as long as a
man's arm. Gemini Man is apparently played by one hispanic
actor and one overweight white actor...they don't seem to look alike at ALL, by
the looks of their glossies. The actor/ress who plays Plant Man is both a drag queen and a cyborg, or, as the bio calls him, 'Post-op.' But the lead,
a woman named Jenny Jerard, has a minimal bio, and is
a total unknown.
After handing off his last ticket... Gemini just
says to Sword: "We're here for Dust. Just a small favor.
And if you don't want to participate...you can just watch the show." He
turns, and then, he wanders off, nonchalantly. He does not enter the theater,
even as the others file in. He's heading for the back door.
Flash Man also moves in sneakily, but not enough
to look like a weirdo. He sits next to where Gemini would sit, idly looking at
the empty scene. He looks around- there's a nice amount of people inside, looks
like a popular play. Bah, how dare they make fun of them- the sons of Wily?
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... reporting
... duty.
Sword Man sighs, shaking his head a bit before
heading toward the entrance, pulling out his ticket as he walks through,
letting the ushers take it and lead him to his seat. He's still not quite sure
what Gemini has planned. Knowing him, things will soon be interesting if
anything. Unfortunately, Sword usually doesn't LIKE Gemini's type of
'interesting'. It's usually never a good thing, in Sword's mind.
Dr. Doppler is a courteous patron of the arts,
and so is dressed in a suit and tie for the evening. The playbill is thoroughly
perused and set aside. The doctor leans back in his seat and closes his eyes as
he waits.
Elec
Man receives his ticket and dashes in. He has somehow obtained a 7-11 Big-Gulp
of Vanilla Coke, a box of popcorn, and a novelty #1 foam hand. He takes a seat
next to Junk Man, and immediately begins eating, drinking, and chatting at,
seemingly, the same time. "So *CHOMP* Junkers *SLURP SLURP*,
What is this dealie anyway?
*snack snack*.
Harmony arrives from the
Harmony has arrived.
Feste,
of course, can fully appreciate such... avant-garde theater, having been a
student of it once upon a time. The actors' bios are relatively uinteresting -- as Feste himself
should well know, the actors and actresses themselves do not at all matter --
all that is important is the role itself.
Smirking at that thought, Feste
drops the Playbill and... promptly drops the smirk.
What is that awful noise from just behind him? The Fool peeks over his
shoulder, spotting the disguised Junk and Elec. He quietly quirks an eyebrow,
watches for a moment, and then turns back around. Philistines.
Junk Man turns a cool look on Elec, his words soft as he whispers, "Elec. Bear with
m-me here. This is theatre. It's not a movie. I only wear what I wear because I
I e-ringed recently and I just got back into things
today." He gently reaches over, removing the foam hand from Elec and tucks it behind him as a backrest, his words
respectful, (Elec being an Alpha and all) but VERY
firm. Almost harsh. "Now, there are c-certain etiquette issues you must learn. You do NOT
eat in a a th-theatre lest it's a a dinner
theatre. You WILL be on y-your best behavior during th-this time Elec Man (he says this quieter of course) and go throw away
that stuff. I will purchase you more but AFTER the p-production." He
hisses this quietly, his shades brooking no argument. Turning to Feste, he offers a casual, careful and apologetic response.
"He is... not f-familiar with such things." Whoo,
YAAY for Festness! But Feste
wouldn't recognize Junkers, would 'e? Considering the time he's talked to him
Junk's been deranged and digital? Maybe not. He's just
a stuttering anime influenced loon.
The audience is packed as always. The theater is
humming with voices, and the curtain is ready to pull.
Gemini has still not taken a seat...he
is...somewhere around here. But it's too late for him to step in now...
Lights down.
The overture for Breakaway Jane now begins.
Audiences silent to the swell of music: moving through jazz beats, into rock
and roll, all orchestrated.
Elec
Man puts on a fearful look, as he looks up to Junk Man. He even tries to
whisper, (not successfully) "Okay, sorry, I'll be good! Promise!"
He then tries to look as attentive to the starting show as possible.
Feste
dismisses Elec's behavior and Junk's apology with a
casual wave of his hand. Well, the voice is mildly familiar, but... hm...
The Fool can't help but hear the words 'e-ring'
and 'Elec Man', despite Junk's efforts. Oh boy. Robot Masters. Fortunately, Feste
sees nothing out of the ordinary with Robot Masters at the theater, so he stays
quiet for now.
Sword Man simply holds a finger to his face, shhhhhing down the two masters nearby before he reaches
over to pull away Elec's foam hand and drink, the
popcorn just out of range. "THe show starts.
Show respect for the stage," Sword chides, hand sneaking back under his
cloak as he watches on.
Stage lights... up, on a scene that resembles,
almost eerily, almost too accurately, for those in the know: the Robot Master medbay. A trio of comely nurses:
all three a little too old-looking to be the original look for the 'Janes,' but dressed in the exact right outfits, are seated
in a row on a table, looking alert. A man dressed in a labcoat
and an exaggerated moustache, and, a grown man with a vaccuum
cleaner strapped to his head.
And, as if it were the most logical thing in the
world, they all just sing.
"Where'd the boys go?"
"On another raid..."
"Don't you think it's..."
"Starting to get played?"
"Getting busted up, and dragging it back
here..."
"That's just the lengths they'll all go
to"
"FOR BEER!"
Dr. Doppler opens his eyes
once again as the overture begins, his hands folded in his lap. Needless
to say, he has no need for opera glasses. He watches the stage expectantly for
the curtain to rise. The play has received several good reviews from the
critics he trusts, and so has high expectations.
Javelin Whitetail perks her ears up...and if
anyone behind her doesn't like it, too bad, because they must be three feet
tall. She's obviously enjoying the music; she's unfamiliar with most of the
Robot Masters or their medbay, so the scenery
attracts a bit of attention from her, but the Deer is more intent on the music.
As she should be.
Junk Man sits, a warm
smile on his face. He may be a shambling mound of rusted scrap and garbage, but
he's nothing if not a fan of a lot of things, theatre being one. He... blinks
though. Seeing it in such detail is... eerie, and he instantly takes a dislike
into such a personal glimpse into his world. ...then SHIVERS,
hoping to the spirits that he's not in this play. Sinking down a bit, he
abruptly hunches down, trying to hide behind his sunglasses.
Elec
Man seems incredibly amazed. He doesn't seem to realize that the people on the
stage aren't really the robot masters. To him, it's like he just stumbled onto
a parallel universe. God only knows what will happen if he sees himself on the
stage. Despite all this, he does his best to be good, not wanting to earn
another reprimand from his brothers.
Hailstorm Eagle continues to sit up above, not
party to the show down below. Then again, not really wanting
to be. Sweet, lovely photons.. what few of them get through the dust cover.
There is a space of applause at the end of the
Repair Bay Tango, and at this point the crew onstage does a shift, some filing
forward, and some filing back, as a slew of actors playing Robot Masters file
in with feigned injuries. In an elaborate dance and spin, Wily and the Janes go forward, dancing among their limping troops in a
brief interlude. Wily's an excellent dancer.
The costumes in this production carry it through
somehow by being both incredibly flashy and decidedly sub-par. Junk Man, in the
scene background, is largely cardboard and glitter. Crash Man is wearing an
Elvis wig. And among this grouping, dead last, is the Geminis:
short fat Gemini, and tall thin Gemini.
As the number ends, one breaks off, right away
from the entering crowd as the orchestra cuts off the end of the bridge. The
tall thin Gemini clears his throat, and speaks out to the audience. In the absence of music, his voice ringing clear over the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen. For one night only, the
cast of Breakaway Jane is proud to present..."
The cast behind him, is
giving each other a few odd looks. Has he messed up his cue?"
"IMPROV."
Sword Man narrows his eyes at the stage,
specifically the tall Gemini. "He wouldn't..." Sword utters under his
breath. Well, it looks like Sword knows what Gemini's up to now. Of course, he
COULD be mistaken.
[Radio: (A) None] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits,
"Let's go!"
[Radio: (A) None] Eta
CO Junk Man transmits, "GAH that's h-horrible! but-
oh, right, lets."
[Radio: (A) None] Flash Man transmits, "So
early?"
Dr. Doppler applauds along with (most of) the
rest of the audience at the end of the first musical number, still chuckling at
the more memorable lyrics. Satire at its finest indeed.
If only Albert could appreciate it, he thinks privately. He continues to watch,
obviously enjoying what he sees. Still, he does frown slightly at the apparent
missed cue.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Oh ... ... ... ... ... ... "Signal." "Get the
heck onstage.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Mmmm ... I ... sending my little ... ...
... had come ... the back ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... in ... I ... ... ... need ... use ... Junk attacks and I ... I'll
... ... Gems.
Javelin Whitetail folds her ears back. A missed cue? In a theatre like this?
That guy's gonna be out of a job, if this is some
kind of prank. At best, the rest of the cast certainly isn't going to
appreciate him for this...she glances around, gauging the reactions of audience
and cast alike.
The Fool watches with interest, enjoying every
moment of it. Oh yes. It's so very well done... and hm.
Improv? How nice! But why...
Feste's
eyes widen momentarily as he hears some things he probably shouldn't have. His
heart skips a beat. Something is about to happen. Something certain people will
probably want to know about. Yes. Quite.
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*urgently* Abernathy."
[Radio] Transmission detected: *growls ... bit*
... GLAD I always have a ... ... spare body ... hand. ... ...
... this to still ... semi incognito ... ...
Elec
Man decides, after seeing all the robot masters
'clones' that it is the apocalypse. He runs out of the theatre, and once he is
outside, but not before then, begins screaming at the top of his lungs,
"ARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" He disappears into
the city.
Hailstorm Eagle blinks, looking down and staring
at the fleeing Elec.
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Are you there? I'm calling on business."
Flash Man gets up from his seat, slowly, not
sure he wants to do this. He makes his way to the staircase that leads down and
up- he heads down and climbs the stage, nobody stopping him just yet. He's
still wearing his disguise. He kindly pushes the man on stage and takes his
microphone. "Now Ladies and Gentlemen, we present to you, the Robot
Masters!" The crowd applauds, thinking this is part of the show. Flash
grins from under his shroud, waiting for the other Masters to come on the
stage.
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"... That was odd."
Elec
Man enters the
Elec
Man has left.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Well if ... has
... to say the KJoe ... ... you all.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Don't blow ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Got it?
[Radio] Transmission detected: Fine
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... as ...
... we're ... ... fine.
[Radio] Transmission detected: And ... blow ... ... ...
Kamikaze Joe #02 has arrived.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Alright... ...
Sword Man frowns. He's not
liking this idea. Not at all...but a plan's a plan. Stepping out from
his seat, he waits until he's in a decently shadowed area before he throws his
cloak away into subspace, clomping up onto the stage, arms crossed until he
steps up beside flash, dropping his blade on it's point to the stage, propping
it up and watching the crowd. He remains silent, since he'd likely never be
able to pull off a convincing actor deception.
Dr. Doppler's frown deepens, his bushy brows
knitting together. Something about all this strikes him as wrong, like a note
sung off-key. The doctor stiffens in his seat, not from fear but just in case
he should find a sudden need to exit the box.
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"What ... the..."
Junk Man FACEPALMS
hideously at 'himself' up on the screen. Gah it's so insulting it's hilarous,
but the master isn't in the mood to appreciate 'Army of Darkness' level humor,
though normally he'd be laughing his metallic arse
off. Being e-ringed and driven insane kinda does that
to you. He sighs, whispering something into his radio and rises to leave. He
is, if nothing else, always the type to have a spare body on hand...
Junk Man FACEPALMS
hideously at 'himself' up on the screen. Gah it's so insulting it's hilarous,
but the master isn't in the mood to appreciate 'Army of Darkness' level humor,
though normally he'd be laughing his metallic arse
off. Being e-ringed and driven insane kinda does that
to you. He sighs, whispering something into his radio and rises to leave. He
is, if nothing else, always the type to have a spare body on hand...
About a half minute follows before... Rising, he
wanders down the isle, as if gone to use the restroom... and about that other
half minute later there's a deep THUD... THUD... and at about twelve feet of
height a rather LARGE and dangerous looking form might be seen on the back,
hovering particularly close to a certain glitter and cardboard clad figure with
a ~scowl~.
Up above, Hailstorm is now seated, but .. with the clicking of her
radio - they're STILL speaking so darn loud - she just falls backward, hands
over her face. "Not again..."
Javelin Whitetail reaches one hand under her
seat...there is both her javelin and her backpack, and she closes one hand
around her weapon, trying to move as subtly as possible. Something tells her
this isn't going to be like the musicals where the cats come up to the seats
and ask to be pet...and she may want to make a break
for it. Curse her seat close to the front!
KJoe
#02 walks in from backstage it's red mono-optic sweeping over the actors and
the crowd, it moves in closer to the group of people on stage, although it
stays mostly hidden, being black and all... or would that make it more obvious
anyway, it stands waiting for any sort of cue to either use it's bulk to knock
people over, or blow up showering everyone in flame, and shrapnel.
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Yes, I'm here. What's
the matter?"
[Radio: (D) None] Informant Chan Feste transmits, "Pardon me, but is someone listening?
I think you'll find what I have to say rather interesting."
[Radio: (F) Public] Javelin Whitetail transmits,
"Somethin's wrong with th'musical,
an' I don't mean th'notes...."
Crescent Grizzly arrives from the
Crescent Grizzly has arrived.
The bad mockup of Gemini Man cranes his head
over his shoulder. He meets eyes with the other mockup of
The lead Gemini actor points at the orchestra,
and declares: "We want 'Paint the Town Red,' in D Minor. GO!"
And up starts the music right as instructed,
after just a bit of fumbling.
But that's not the surprise. The surprise is
when the short, fat, mockup of Gemini Man turns his plastic cannon toward the
onstage "Plant Man" actor...and, with a VERY realistic flash-bang,
shoots him right in the head.
Silo arrives from the
Silo has arrived.
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"That isn't the only problem."
[Radio: (D) None] Bridgit
Cascio yawns languidly. "Mmm.
Try me."
[Radio: (D) None] Feste
transmits, "Oh dear. I believe the Robot Masters are crashing Broadway.
*audible flinch* And they've just shot an actor in the
head."
[Radio: (D) None] Bridgit
Cascio transmits, "Cute. No
appreciation for the arts, huh."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Yes. I believe there is."
Flash Man sends a radio transmission.
Gemini Man receives a radio transmission.
You intercept Flash Man's transmission to Gemini
Man: Do you want me to kill one of those actors with cheap special effects?
[Radio: (D) None] Feste
transmits, "...quite."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Do tell."
[Radio] Transmission detected:
:taptaptaps ... ... radio. "Helloooooo. ... ... ... ...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"The Robot Masters are destroying Broadway. Quite
literally."
Gemini Man sends a radio transmission.
Flash Man receives a radio transmission from
You intercept Gemini Man's transmission to Flash
Man: BWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... but us ...
Flash Man sends a radio transmission.
Gemini Man receives a radio transmission from
Flash Man.
You intercept Flash Man's transmission to Gemini
Man: I'll take that as a yes.
[Radio] Transmission detected: A little ... just
told ... ... ... ... ... showing ... ... on Broadway.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Not when the
... on! Aggggggh... ... feedback...
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"How'd they get this far into
[Radio] Transmission detected: Well I just ... ... ... last ... ... Neo ... ... dunno ... I ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... I'm ...
not-fit-for-duty I was hoping ... ... of yous would
... heading ... down ... ...
Being at the rear of the stage has it's
advantages, Junk can't help but think, his movement swift and fluid as he
shifts into a crouch... and dashes forward a few steps, his large long fingered
hand flashing out to try to snatch her out of the air as she tries to make her
escape, his words gentle and kind as he croons. "Oh c-come on now little
one, no need for all that. Just relaaaaax and eeeeverything will be okay." She's a fast little thing
though.
[Radio: (F) Public] BroadbandClassic
Jet Stingray transmits, "...Is someone in
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits,
"The Robot Masters!"
There are times when Doppler hates his instincts
being right. This is one of them. It was only a matter of time, he supposes
silently. Albert never did learn how to program a good sense of humor. The
doctor quietly unbuckles his cufflink and rolls up his sleeve a few inches.
[Radio: (F) Public] Crescent Grizzly transmits,
"Oui."
[Radio] Transmission detected: Yeah. I'll ...
what's ... down.
[Radio] Transmission detected: I ... somethin' ...
... ... ... the head.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Lovely...
Bolero arrives from the
Bolero has arrived.
Feste
can't help but flinch as 'Plant Man' is shot in the head. Dear Lord. Maybe he
should be glad he never tried out for Broadway...
Stomaching his apprehension, Feste
informs the proper authorities, because that's what they pay him for. And now,
he can sit back and watch the show, without being shot/damaged/killed. Hopefully.
[Radio] Transmission detected: If I'm ... let me
know.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... that.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Fairhcild reporting ... Anything of note going ... or shall ... ... ... ... beating my ... ... ... ... cannon?
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... beat yourself
up ... ... ... ... Masters ... New ... ... ... ... a
show.
Flash Man moves on the scene, still cloaked and
mostly unrecognized. He plays the actors' game, telling the crowd: "And
now, for you're enjoyment: Masters versus Masters!" He thinks a little,
watching the actors blast each others with those.. special effects. "Come on everyone, I want you to cheer
for our special effect team! Give them a nice cheer on 1! 2! 3!!" The
crowd applauds loudly, obviously satisfied with the cheap replicas of busters
and cannons the actors use on the stage. "Come on people, do you want to
see more of this?!" The crowd cheers again, a loud YES! being
heard, shouted by everyone. Flash Man eyes the actors. "Come on guys, give it all you've got against each others!" He
grins again from under his shroud, his face and body yet unseen.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... nearby so
I'll head over ... take ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... head ...
If it ... our ... we ... check it ... ... ... then ...
No vechiles ... ... Wily ... heavy hitters are ... in
force.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... try ...
help out ... the ... ... ... ... ... a live-fire ...
...
Conduit arrives from the
Conduit has arrived.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Don't go ...
you're ... greencarded Doc.
[Radio] Transmission detected: I ... ... I'm ... ... ... arm I can't.
With an ear trained to music, Javelin easily hears the fumbling of the
orchestra. The flash-bang startles the deer, and much like many other members
of the audience, she lets out a yelp of surprise. But unlike them, she does not
applaud afterwards. The orchestra's fumbling /too/ much. Javelin slides off the
seat, for once thankful of her size--she slides on her backpack and grabs her
javelin in both hands, and, with some odd looks from those in the aisle, begins
a slow sneak towards the exits.
Sword Man simply turns toward Gemini has he
shoots 'Plant Man', frowning. Looks like things will be plenty more messy than
needed. He's still not quite sure what this favor Gem's doing for Dust is, but
he's already getting that feeling that they gathered RMs
have just dove headfirst into something a lot more complex than planned.
However, he stays still, only his blade moving as it's taken off the floor,
hoping that he doesn't have to try and further this facade. Of course, that
doesn't mean he can't be ready for the eventual *@#&storm to come.
Of course, the proper authorities aren't too
happy. What with the running and the screaming and the panicking of the general
audience who don't happen to be INTERPOL Informants or Evil Cybernetic Doctors.
And of course, the Commanding Officer of SecDef is in
a foul, foul mood. Two transports come careening around the corner, speeding
towards the theater. Within one sits the massive Crescent Grizzly, face a grim
mask of tired anger.
[Radio] Transmission detected: On my ... 'zen.
[Radio] Transmission detected: en route.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... I'll go back ... ... on how to blow ... ... better
... A slight ... ... ... as ... ... ...
Hailstorm Eagle goes home.
Hailstorm Eagle has left.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Almost. How's the
arm anyway ... Cascio?
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... will be.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... like a
*(&@!,...) ... ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... "I wish
... could help..."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... a ...
concerned. ... ...
Jet Stingray arrives from the
Jet Stingray has arrived.
Feste
is determined not to wuss out and run away, and thus
is making an honest attempt to make the best of things. If there's a show
(albeit a show that involves shooting people) there's a show, and... the show must go on. Feste puts on
a calm demeanor and watches, unlike some of his fellow audience members.
[Radio] Transmission detected:
:sighs. "I've ... ... all things considered. And my ... still isn't
... ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... mostly
... Good enough for me.
Being at the rear of the stage has it's
advantages, Junk can't help but think, his movement swift and fluid as he
shifts into a crouch... and dashes forward a few steps, his large long fingered
hand flashing out to try to snatch her out of the air as she tries to make her
escape, his words gentle and kind as he croons. "Oh c-come on now little
one, no need for all that. Just relaaaaax and eeeeverything will be okay." She's a fast little thing
though.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... quietly. ... long as ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... amused.
"Since ... am ... ever happy?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... you're behind
the wheel ... something big powerful and loaded to the brim with
... ... ... destruction?
KJoe
02 just continues to stand behind the actors waiting for something to happen,
or for Grenade to give it orders... what will happen tonight... perhaps people
will die... yes...
Following almost directly behind the two Repliforce
transports is Silo, perched on his usual, sleek hoverbike,
a Repliforce model. Trenchcoat
flapping in the wind, he merely focuses on driving. For the
moment, at least.
[Radio] Transmission detected:
:heh ... hehs. ...
Then ... just ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Close enough.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ...
Dr. Doppler remains in his box seat, still
watching the unfolding scene below. Or perhaps 'degenerating' would be a more
apt description. He rests his arms on the box's edge in spite of the
politely-worded placard advising against it, right hand resting lightly on his
left arm.
[Radio] Transmission detected: And ... the ...
songbird who tipped us ... ... ... ... Robot ... ...
up to?
For those just arriving:
The Robot Masters are in a theater. They are on
the stage, with a large group of people dressed like more Robot Masters. The
fake Robot Masters dress themselves as robots with about the same success that
Robot Masters typically dress themselves as people, but, somehow, they make it
work.
The orchestra isn't skipping a beat despite the
Master invasion. Apparently some of them think that this is just part of the
script tonight. Others probably are just playing for their lives.
"Plant Man," or, Belinda, is very
convincingly knocked over right onto the floor...responding to a very
convincing special-effect shot from an actor dressed as a short, chubby
The short Gemini shrugs. "Unexpected."
But, then, he raises his arm, and seems to grow and shrink, all at the same
time, his 'costume' righting itself into definite reality. It's Gemini, all
right. And he stomps off... for centerstage. For 'Wily.'
Jenny, a blonde woman, and the play's lead, in
'Jane' nurse's outfit, makes it about halfway offstage before Junk Man snatches
her on the arm. She turns around and tries to hit him, and kick him, shouting
clear above the soundtrack, since she's still on microphone. "HEY! LET GO!
LET ME GO!"
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... ... sounds of it.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Masters are ... ... up.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... enough.
[Radio] Transmission detected:
:mutters ... ... blond ... ... ... ... ... sense ... keep ... ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Pot. ... You ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... something
... you ... have enough to ... me either ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... but ...
just /know/ ... ... ... wolfy
grin plastered ... ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ...
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Just a note to
you."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Yes?"
Sword Man meanwhile, remains on stage,
looking...well, imposing. A start difference to the actors
about. It's pretty obvious he's the real deal, and he's waiting for
things to either get done or for people to barge in to stop them. Either way,
he's not touching things, since...hey, he barely knows what's going on himself.
OF course, he does raise an eyebrow, surprised at 'Plant's' resiliency.
Junk Man smiles gently, picking her up easily
and tucks her into the crook of his arm. He smells bad and all that, but none
of the septic blades reach her as he comments lightly, his voice jovial and
comforting. "Oh come n-now miss, no n-n-need for
that. Things'll work themselves out momentarily,
you'll s-see." he gets BEATEN by her, but he can't feel anything in the
shambling frankenstein scrapyard
of a body he's in, and so just smiles humoringly at
her... before reaching down with a careful electroclaw,
taking the microphone, careful not to shock her, and delicately pulverizes it
with a 'TIKE' noise, a brief blare of feedback raging over the radio. He
readjusts the form of the little girl into his arms, his smile gentle as he
drifts towards the backstage area and a small gaggle of waiting Joes that lie therin. He glances, idly radioing Gemini...
The Transports screech to a halt at odd angles
in the crowded
Who then
steps out from his transport, to full height, and looks at the theater with
narrowed optics. " 'vacuate civilians. Den' tak'
deh' Mastah's out usin' whatevah' force necessarah'. " A soldier
blinks, " But, sir, we've always been told to work to drive off or
cap-" He is promptly snatched up by the Ursinal
Guardian, and brought to his eye level. " Weh'
dun' 'ave tahm' tah' do 'dat. Ah' dun' giv' a dam' 'bout deh' Mastahs. Tak'. Dem. Ou'.
" He lowers the rather shaken reploid
to the ground, the subordinate nodding slightly, before he and the others begin
to funnel the escaping theater goers to safety, while moving into the building.
Conduit streaks
through the crowded streets bounding from car roof to car roof, much at the
dismay of most of the drivers of said vehicles.
But the forcer makes good time. Deciding he doesn't much feel like playing games
tonight, his usual black jumpsuit is replaced with silver armor.
Conduit is here for a fight and isn't wasting any time getting on scene.
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "If you, now or any time
in the future, get yourself killed through involvement in this kind of thing,
I'm having you brought back to a life of indentured servitude. Sound fun?"
Dr. Doppler instantly recognizes Gemini as he
sheds his disguise, but remains where he is. This may not have been what he
paid to see, but it may be entertaining nonetheless.
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*pause* Quite."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Send the KJoe to ... ...
Junk Man sends a radio transmission.
Gemini Man receives a radio transmission.
You intercept Junk Man's transmission to Gemini
Man: I I I got her. ...poor
thing's f-frazzled... I'm h-heading out. I'll be bvbe
be be be
... be back...
Centaur Man arrives from the
Centaur Man has arrived.
Flash Man curses. Blindly.
"So much for out cover." In a very quicky anime-style disguise pull-off, he removes his
disguise in a single, instant swipe, revealing his gracious, tall and blue
person. "Masters! Prepare for battle, it seems we
have some enemy company in here!!" He throws the microphone away and leaps
off the stage, now shrouded in the darkness of the area that's obviously not
illuminated by the stage's lights. In other words- he's not on the stage
anymore and unless someone turns on the lights, you'll have a nice time finding
him with that dark color scheme he has.
Jet Stingray can be seen flying out of the
skies. Clearly, Jet is not pleased. "
Yes, he
says 'peoples'. Charging right in as Marines often do,
Jet let the Security handle the evac. He'll do his
part by not using his explosives as much as possible. "Alright
evil people, who wants some!?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: This is ... is a
THEATRE ... you're ... ... PSYCHO ... ... ... ... ...
f-fort ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Oh my this ... bad. ... happening
brothers?
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "So we're clear."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... over it KJoe ... moving into the Forcer's position.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... I'm gonna #$& you ... for ...
Oh my. This won't do at all...
Watching the fight onstage with slightly-widened
eyes, Feste begins to give serious thought to getting
the heck out of the theatre. Yes. What with Abby's threat that, should he die
in the line of business, he'll be resurrected from the dead and pressed into
indentured servitude...er...yes. There's that, and
that whole dying thing, too. That could be bad for business.
For the moment, though, the Fool remains in his
seat, though he does start checking out possible escape routes.
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Good man."
[Radio: (A) None] Pharaoh Man transmits,
"What is going on now?"
Coming to a stop with the transports, Silo immediately leaps off his hoverbike, and makes his way in through a back entrance. He
has no weapons in hand though, meaning he probably doesn't want to start
blowing things up just yet.
KJoe
02 finally gets the orders it's waiting for, shoving through the actors still
on stage, and runs quite fast for it's unusual bulk, leaping of the stage, dissappearing into the crowd and quickly moving through the
seats to get closer to the repliforce position, the
only indication of it is a quickly moving white skull, and the red mono-optic.
Junk Man sends a radio transmission to
Grenade Man receives a radio transmission.
You intercept Junk Man's transmission to Grenade
Man: *toKJoe* ...you DON'T need t-to do this...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Grenade I do
... ... do not plan ... ... ... ...
Dr. Doppler begins to consider escape routes as
well. Not that he is exceptionally troubled by the Master-wrought chaos, but
rather that he is still the Number 1 Most Wanted Man on Earth. At least
according to the UN - People Magazine doesn't even consider him. As a precaution,
he depresses a hidden button on his arm as he stands, a forcefield
bubble enveloping him.
Javelin Whitetail halts in the back corner as Repliforce comes streaming forth. Well, this could be
interesting...most of the processes in her neural net are screaming 'flee', but
ambition also encourages her to stay. If she could stay and take potshots, make
herself a bit visible...it'd help her current image quite a bit, to help defend
the music community against Robot Masters. She briefly assimilates the odds--the
RM's will most likely be outnumbered. If she can stay
close to the back, behind someone big...maybe she can put up a decent fight and
get noticed.
[Radio] Transmission detected: That's the ...
Dr. Doppler projects a forcefield
around himself.
Conduit arrives at the theater and doesn't sneak
through the backdoor, sneaking is for the cowardly! Bursting through the main
entrance Conduit makes his presenses very well known,
he is marine, here him roar! "Alright Robot
Masters, your party is over, but ours has just begun. Let the festivities
begin."
The Troopers quickly disseminate into the
theater, providing cover with their very bodies for those trying to escape.
Crescent Grizzly leads a group upstairs, hoping to clear it out and then
surprise the Masters from above. As they near the box seats, the Guardian makes
a few hand motions, and troops move into the boxes, checking them for
civilians, Robot Masters, or other notable contents.
A soldier
moves into Doppler's box, and lowers his weapon. " Oh.
Sir, you've got to get out of here, it isn't saf-"
That's about when the Doctor raises his forcefield. " What in the...? "
Flash Man sends a radio transmission to
Grenade Man receives a radio transmission from
Flash Man.
You intercept Flash Man's transmission to
Grenade Man: If I may drop a suggestion, please take care of their commander
with that Joe. Not US. THEM.
Grenade Man sends a radio transmission to Junk
Man.
Junk Man receives a radio transmission.
You intercept Grenade Man's transmission to Junk
Man: *monotone drone voice* I was cannonfodder, now I
can hold my own... and I am able to do it over and over...
Grenade Man sends a radio transmission to Flash
Man.
Flash Man receives a radio transmission from
You intercept Grenade Man's transmission to
Flash Man: Picky picky Gems has already said
Sword Man simply eyes the Joe as it comes in.
Oh, if Grenade decides to do with it what he thinks the Theta has planned,
there will be hell to pay. But for now, Sword simply eyes the Repliforcers gathered. "So, the soldiers come for us.
Very well then, come forward. I am prepared..." Flipping up his blade, he
backs up, readying himself and watching CG and crew carefully, as well as the
panicked audience.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... hope all ...
ok ... if the herd is in ... I will gladly help.
Jenny screeches, and kicks at Junk Man's shins,
but she's not exactly built for combat.
Evac
isn't going all that well, either... Because some people have yet to realize
this isn't part of the show. The moment Repliforcers
start to burst onscene, some people stand in their
seats, and applaud. "Ladies and gentlemen, Jet STINGRAY!" says the
tall thin actor playing a tall thin Gemini, before he merely sheds the mortal
disguise to match his already present brother. People in the front row decide
to move to the back, quickly, as they're pretty sure this is NOT part of the
show... But Gemini just blows the crowd a kiss. "Good night,
The Plant Man actor seems ready to go toe to toe
with Grenade Man's Joe, rolling up nonexistant
sleeves on his/her evening gown. And then, someone else decides to just get
brave. The man dressed as Doctor Wily walks right up to the now undisguised
Gemini twins, swallows any lingering fear, and musters all of his acting
talent. He's method. He went to school for this. He holds out a hand toward
Gemini, and says: "Stop."
Gemini Man blinks at him. Wow. That's weird. He
blinks again, then he looks at the other Gemini Man.
They both just shrug.
And chorus: "DENIED."
One Gemini reaches out, grabs the actor by the
neck, and lifts him up off the ground.
Dr. Doppler gives the soldier a thin-lipped
smile. "Thank you for your concern, but I know the way out." With
that, he moves to step past him and into the hallway beyond.
Junk Man sends a radio transmission.
Gemini Man receives a radio transmission from
Junk Man.
You intercept Junk Man's transmission to Gemini
Man: Oh, be e-easy on them. They w-w-were brave for trying to
do this at all. It might not be be
be dad but he's at least trying... *zh*
Jet Stingray merely goes to the side of the
lobby, taking the metal poles with the velvet rope to
use them as numbchucks of stardom. "Let's get
this..."
Jet is interupted by some stage hand, who is explaining to another
as they flee, "I tried to do something, but well, Robot Masters, you just
don't mess with them if you like living. I'm sure she will be all right. He
seemed to just be taking her away..."
"Who's taking who?" Jet offers as he
blinks a few times.
"The
star... Some Robot Master with a big sword thing has Jenny! He's down there
last I saw him!"
"No
worries, Jet will..."
Again, he
pauses as Gemini calls out his name. "You give acting a bad name, NoNose! Now, time for me to save the
girl!" Jet exclaims, merely kicking on the foot jets and rocketing
for the stage period. He doesn't care who he fights or how many... He /will/ not let her down until he he
laying battered on the ground! This is the Promise of the Stingray!
[Radio] Transmission detected:
:sighs. ... ...
[Radio: (A) None] Beta CO Metal Man transmits,
"So anything up?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: What ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Mon ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... I'm ... ...
medical why ... ... in the brig...
Flash Man climbs back on the stage- making himself obvious to all in the room. Of course most are too
busy to watch, but that might be a fatal mistake. There's only one problem- the
Darkness. Flash Man can't figure out who is a foe and who isn't. So he'll have
to freeze the entire room rather than just his foes. He rubs the bulb, that
yellow dome on his head, until it reflects the lights of the stage. He starts
charging energy into it as it starts to glow on it's
own- and after a few seconds, he bows down, poiting
the bulb towards the audience. "TIME STOPPER!"
And FLASH-That blinding light emerges and illuminates the entire room,
attempting to freeze everyone in the theatres- in view, actually- in their
small bits of time.
The soldier blinks as Doppler turns around, and
the reploid realizes just who he is addressing. " Oh...oh God..." He raises a weapon, shaking. " S-stop....don't make me shoot. " If reploids could wet themselves, this one would be soaked. He
stands in the doorway, blocking Doppler's path.
Flash Man misses Jet Stingray with his Time
Stopper attack.
Flash Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Time
Stopper attack.
Crescent Grizzly is temporarily disoriented by
Flash Man's Time Stopper attack.
Flash Man strikes Dr. Doppler with his Time
Stopper attack.
Dr. Doppler's forcefield
withstands the attack.
Flash Man strikes Javelin Whitetail with his
Time Stopper attack.
Javelin Whitetail is temporarily disoriented by
Flash Man's Time Stopper attack.
Flash Man misses Gemini Man with his Time
Stopper attack.
Flash Man strikes Centaur Man with his Time
Stopper attack.
Centaur Man is temporarily disoriented by Flash
Man's Time Stopper attack.
Flash Man strikes Conduit with his Time Stopper
attack.
Conduit is temporarily disoriented by Flash
Man's Time Stopper attack.
Flash Man strikes you with a glancing hit from
his Time Stopper for 0 units of damage.
Feste
is temporarily disoriented by Flash Man's Time Stopper attack.
Flash Man misses Junk Man with his Time Stopper
attack.
Flash Man strikes Sword Man with his Time Stopper
attack.
Sword Man is temporarily disoriented by Flash
Man's Time Stopper attack.
Mai Atsuki arrives
from the
Mai Atsuki has
arrived.
Junk Man sighs, idly
shifting Jenny to his electroclaw... before he
reaches the backstage area, the hallways barely tall enough for his twelve foot
frame... before he finally gets into the massive warehouselike
back room. Props, ladders, all are pushed against their respective walls, the
smooth plastic sealed concrete shiny and gray and open as he tromps heavily
across it, scattering scrap, screws and various bits of this and that. About
three Joes look up from where they're sitting boredly
on the boxes and bits of this and that background. They buzz a bit, one in the
front piping up with the droning monotone of Joes everywhere.
"Heya boss. Ya
got her?"
"LET ME GO!"
Junk laughs a bit, the blows to his legs oddly
tickly as he eases her down, idly ripping out a handful of loose wiring that's
anything but his own. He looks as if he's eviscerating himself as he does so,
but apparently this doesn't bother him in the least as he works, rapidly tying
her. It's rather... okay, VERY disturbing that he uses traditional japanese rope binding techniques to do this, but hey,
Junkers' got some odd skillz yo.
He stands up as the Joes surround the now gagged Jenny. Junk blinks.
"I feel j-just like Bowser, heh." He comments idly as he restuffs
what's left in his body. He doesn't hear the sound of Jet hollering quite yet,
but his Joes easily take her, making ready their dastardly getaway.
Or whatever.
As it is, Junk just watches the Joes, a gentle
smile on his face. WOE if you strike out at Junker's joes XD
Conduit arrives on scene with a flash and is
then flashed by the master streaker! Oh God, the
humanity of it all! Poor Conduit stands there, ofcourse,
atleast he was caught in a nice heroic pose and not
some compromising position like the last time!
Crescent Grizzly is suddenly frozen in place-no
thought, no sight, no nothing. Dum dee dum.
So are his troops.
High above the chaos, a figure in black and blue
appears, clinging to a sign with a grappling hook and watching the bedlam below
absently. What is she doing here? What would bring a ninja even vaguely out of
the woodwork? Truth be told, she was shopping at
Sword Man is simply frozen as he readies himself
to take on whichever RFer wants to take him. Oh
well...
Javelin Whitetail strips her backpack off in the
corner, obviously readying for the fight--and freezes. How like a deer.
Feste
is, still, seriously contemplating getting up and running away. It takes quite
a lot to still that natural flight reaction, but... he's managing.
Oh, how pleasant. He no longer has to try not to
run, because he's stuck. Pleasant, that is.
Conduit sits frozen, la te da. Someone could come
by and unfreeze him anytime now.
There's a time and a place for high powered
explosions, rip-roaring, full-force bullet-slinging, and yes, even the great
and mighty flamethrower. This situation, however, is one for finesse. Yes,
finesse. Bolero has been here for a while, wiring up a few surprises for the
Masters. He leaps from the building as his temporal anomaly sensors go off,
wide-eyed. "... I'm not dying of massive pain? Whew..." he mumbles
softly from atop the roof. He stretches a bit, running for the roof access to
the theater house. He quickly opens it and enters, quickly and quietly trying
to go downstairs as he adjusts the settings on his remote control.
"<insert
Dr. Doppler does not freeze. However, that does
not seem to help with his current predicament, since the soldier still blocks
the box's entryway. He casts a quick glance around, then backs up to the
railing. It's a long way to the orchestra level of the theater. However, the
adjacent box is within easy distance. The scientist climbs onto the railing,
takes the barest of moments to steady himself, then
leaps into the next box. Luckily for all involved, its patrons already fled.
Yosho
Roshi arrives from the
Yosho
Roshi has arrived.
Yosho
Roshi activates his stealth mode.
Gemini Man isn't frozen, but he isn't taking
potshots at any of those who are.
Why? Because despite Junk
Man's warning, he's busily strangling the life out of an actor dressed as Doctor
Wily. And he seems to be enjoying it just a bit too much, his shoulders
shaking with overflow nervous energy, as a scream from the actor carries over
the microphone on his neck. Those frozen get a fairly good view of this, before
the timestopper ends... and as it does, Gemini just
drops the body and lets it lie in a slump on the ground. The twins look at each
other, then start to giggle uncontrollably.
Silo has already been in the massive warehouselike back room for just a short moment, so he's
able to see Jenny get tied up, and then get grabbed by Junk's Joes. And so, he
does what he'd be expected to do in this situation.
Pulling out his Electro Sabre, and switching
it on, he leaps from the shadows, slashing out at the Joes, but been careful
not to hit Jenny herself. While he notices Junk Man, he's focusing on the Joes
first.
You are now unstunned.
The Deer suddenly blinks a few times--what just
happened?--then, shaking her ears with a few loud flaps, strips off her
backpack, still in the back corner of the room. Things are getting messy, and
she wants a quick getaway if things turn bad...but she recalls Gemini Man
lifting up the hapless actor, and grits her teeth as she hears the pair
laughing. Around the neck of all things! That could ruin his voice! The small
deer scrambles about a bit, aiming with one wrist (barely) above the crowd
towards Gemini. As she flicks her hand...a small cannon pops out of her
forearm.
*BOOM!* Dun-dun dun dun dun
dun dun dun
DUN! DUN! DUNNNNNN!
The 1812 Overture fills the theatre.
Javelin Whitetail misses Gemini Man with her
1812 Overture attack.
The ninja girrl
continues to hang from an overhead sign, more or les concealed by the glitz and
glammer of the overhead advertising as Broadway goes
right to the dogs. She sighs and shakes her head tiredly as she glances off to
the bag she DID manage to get purchased before the whole hoo-ha started up. Bad day. Very bad day. Ah well, it
could be worse. It's not like SHE is getting shot at.
Of course, Mai is hardly the only one who is
watching the chaos below. Although the person who appears on the ledge next to
her, his appearance ushered in by nothing more than a piece of cloth being
pulled away from the wall and rolled up into a thin roll, appears to be here on
business of some sort - in full Strider garb, the ninja behind it steping from concealment as he looks at the scene down
below. "One can only expect those who are truely
the age of children to act as such," the wizened old strider comments to
his signifigantly younger (and much more busty) companion, crossing his arms and watching as reploids and androids scurry this way and that.
Kain
arrives from the
Kain
has arrived.
KJoe
02 looks around with it's mono-optic as nearly everyone is stopped, it shrugs
and just walks out of the obscuring seats and up to Crescent, looking at him
for awhile, and then gets cocky as it waves it's hand in front of the bears
face, or at least tries to then it flips him off... still having it's fun not
even going of Grenade's orders... it finally gets bored and decides to smack
the grizzly one.
Jet Stingray lands on one of the wings of the
stage, barely able to hear the woman's cries. Somehow he avoided the Time
Stopper and is ready to fight... But as Silo gets there first, he just sighs.
"Well, um, I guess I shouldn't go after the girl all the time. Silo... Yeah."
Looking
rather downtrodden, Jet just looks to Junk Man, then to his improved Jet-sized numbchucks. In a defeated tone, he looks over to Junk Man.
"I'm not gunna get to talk to one hottie tonight. So, um, want me to beat you up or
what?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Prismatic.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... on
vacation?
Crescent Grizzly blinks, suddenly, and looks
around, confused. Odd. It's like he just blacked out,
as if someone halted time entirel-Uhoh. " Zut alors..."
the bear grumbles, his troops wandering about just as confused. Then one comes
running out, " It's Doppler! He's...he's here, I think over...somewhere...the other box? "
The
Guardian's face becomes rigid. A look is given to the soldiers. " Clear ou' deh' res' o' deh'
boxes. " They almost seem to question him, but a stern look causes
otherwise, and they quickly get moving. Crescent, however, steps into the
appropriate box, and gives a toothy grin at the Doctor. "
Allo', Dopplah'. 'ope yew' were 'avin
a nahc' tahm..." The
tips of his drill claws glow a ghostly off-white. "
It'll beh' yer' las'..."
Joe doesn't notice Silo right at first. Neither
does Joe. Or... well, Joe for that matter. The three drones idly take the girl,
lifting their heads, optics scanning the area as their master looms over them,
smiling thoughtfully.
Joe turns to Joe thoughtfully, commenting in a
dull monotone. "So, what are we going to do after this?"
"Well I thought-"
Joe watches Joe thoughtfully, confusedly for a
few seconds... as a glowing yellowish light slices cleanly from helmet to waist
junction, voltron style, the Joe holding the position
for just a second... before falling away in two halves.
Joe stares. As does Joe.
And Junk /ROARS/. The Great Knife is out in a
second, flashing over the remaining two Joes' positions, intent
on decapitating Silo if possible. Sadly Junk hasn't even seen Jet yet, and doesn't
seem to listen to Jet at all as he seems intent on murdering Silo, bellowing...
something... in a glitchy voice.
Bolero peeks around the edge of the stairwell
and peers at the goings on in the theater. "... Damn it..." he
mutters quietly, dashjets engaging. He'll just have
to save it for later. Just in case. He grins and sets about executing a series
of gymnastic movements across the stage, landing in a crouch beside the
strangled Wily actor. "... You know, Wily should invest in some living body
doubles. It sure as hell worked for 20th century dictators and
terrorists..." he calls towards some of the Masters nearby. "Or is he
slowly going Maverick on us?" he inquires with a jibing tone. Yes,
Bolero's on the scene now... And able to be attacked.
Mai Atsuki deactivates
her stealth mode.
The timestopper field
finally collapses releasing Conduit from its hold. Shaking his head a bit he
grunts and frowns to himself, "Well atleast I
didn't get sucker punched." The silverclad
forcer moves further into the theater, looking for a master to ingage.
Junk Man strikes Silo with his Junk Blades
attack.
Mai Atsuki looks over
towards the wall and the Strider who detached from it thoughtfully for a
moment. Then she realises that she had absolutely no
idea that the Eldest was lurking there. She finds a more comfortable perche nearby and ehehs softly.
"Hello, Grandfather..." she says softly, grinning visibly behind the
mask. Then she sobers. "I'm never sure what all the fighting is
about..."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... been a
working ... sir. However I'm likely going ... be back ... time as ...
*clank*... ... ...
Gemini Man hears the far-off sounds of new music
interrupting his revelrie. The music he instructed
the orchestra to play for his amusment is pretty much
over... so the Overture is loud and clear, but it doesn't faze him when the
deer takes a failed potshot.
The Wily actor twitches, then
falls unconcious. The Geminis
give one last laugh, then turn, and just walk toward backstage. "Show's over."
[Radio] Transmission detected: What's ...
"It is a terrible thing, but to be created
as a weapon means being a slave to the life that has been laid out before you.
That is the essential difference between being a doll and being human," Yosho replies, a faint smile crossing his face as he looks
over at Mai. All of these younger Striders might be quicker, stronger, and a
bit less lame of leg than the years had made him of late, but he still had
forgotten more about the art of being a Strider than most of them had ever
learned in the first place. "They continue to fight, and fight, so long as
their strings dance above them."
[Radio] Transmission detected: Masters ... ... a ... ... ... Broadway. ... ... don't
much like this ... ... or ... ... called.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Oh hell.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... have ...
Sword Man finally breaks from the field, shaking
his head and looking about. Turning toward Junk, he sees him already going
after Silo, Gemini seemingly having called out Jet, even if the Stingray has
other plans. THe Grizzly seems occupied. He remembers
one more being present...finally, he spots Conduit. "So
'tis you again." Well, maybe Sword will have a chance to truely show Conduit what he's capable of this time. Jumping
off the stage, he heads toward Conduit, blade raised, though he is still wary
of the sill present audience.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... of combat
and ... ... ... ... pure unadulterated ...
Silo /has/ noticed Jet, but doesn't have the time to say hi. Junk's
knife slashes into the reploid, but fortunately for
him, doesn't decapitate. Just makes a nice gash in his torso. "...Someone
hasn't had their nap lately." And without a second of hesitation, he
throws the Electro Sabre forward. It flies at Junk Man,
attempting to slash him on the way past... And whether hitting or missing, it
spins around, and attempts to slash the Joes in half on the way back to Silo's
hand. Ah, got to love using magnets to control things.
Silo strikes Junk Man with his Electro Sabre Throw attack.
Right.
That's it.
Feste
hops up from his seat, no longer able to just *sit* here with all this
*violence* going on around him. It's scary. No, really. Feste's
no pacifist, but he's not a combatant either.
Idly shoving his hands into his pockets (he's
got a gun in there somewhere -- somewhere) the Fool makes his way -- calmly, of
course, as it wouldn't do to lose his composure -- to the nearest exit.
Preferably one being protected by those nice SecDef folks. Yes.
Dr. Doppler seems rather unpreturbed
by this turn in events. Perhaps he truly is mad, or perhaps being dead for a
while puts things into perspective. "Guten Abend," he answers pleasantly. "This was not the
show I expected, but I will give it a good review nonetheless. Now then. I was not planning on causing any trouble tonight,
and I rather imagine the good patrons would need your help with the Masters
more than I."
Flash Man stands there a little frustrated
nobody's paying attention to him. "Oh, fine, I'll make myself known without
my Stopper!" He leaps off the stage, covering behind a small seat, his
left hand glowing blue and yellow before turning into his white, grey and red
arm cannon. He points it at Jet Stingray- there was no doupt
this was a very important persons- why, it was Jet Stingray, one of the most
important men of the Repliforce. This wouldn't be an
easy job- slowly Flash Man starts charging, his buster illuminating a little,
creating a little electrical aura around Flash. In other words, he's been
revealed. The buster itself starts showing signs of energy gathering as sparks
appear and start to gather in a single blast. "Electric
Shock!" He fires off the deadly shower of sparks towards Jet- he
would probably miss, given he can barely aim while covering behind a seat. Oh
well, at least he's trying to hit him and to help Junk at the same time.
Linnea
Blossom arrives from the
Linnea
Blossom has arrived.
Flash Man misses Jet Stingray with his Electric
Shock attack.
The man on the ground doesn't look like Wily up
close. He's too young, too in-shape, and the peeling moustache is a dead
giveaway. There's blood around his mouth, and he does not appear to be
breathing.
Gemini doesn't take a potshot at Bolero, even if
he has sidled right up to the spot. Both of the twins are apaprently
leaving. At their own pace, not at a wreck-all run.
They're just that confident they're getting away with this one.
Crescent Grizzly chuckles, " Ah' trus' mah' troops, 'n mah' comrads' tah
deal wit' deh mastahs'..."
His face has grown softer suddenly, but there is an undertone to it. A dangerous air about the usually docile and defensive reploid. " Buh' yew. Yew' 'stroyed
'un deh' mos' 'portant 'tings in mah' laf'. " He laughs, " Hell, yew' burned it to deh' groun', usin'
infiltratohs'. " The
laugh grows to a loud chuckle, " Yew' killed 'undreds,
injured 'ousands..." He's cackling even by now,
slapping his knee and doubling over.
Suddenly,
the Ursine rushes forwards, eyes alight with a vicious
flame. " An' ah' dun' much car' fer' DAT! " The claws are launched forwards in a
slashing motion at the doctor's field.
Crescent
is very, very angry.
Crescent Grizzly strikes Dr. Doppler with his
Claw Swipe attack.
Dr. Doppler's forcefield
withstands the attack.
Mai Atsuki replies to Yosho sadly, "That's a good point..." nodding
once. She settles down on the ledge itself and crosses one leg up over the
other, resting her hands on the ledge itself and looking down. She then sighs
softly and shakes her head. "I guess things were a lot more simply back in
the good old days, ne, Grandfather?" Of course,
having never been a part of the original split between the clans gives her a
rather unique perspective on sitting here, chatting with Yosho...
She has no strong conviction on the matter.
Conduit eyes Sword Man, "Didn't I send you
packing last time? Eh, thats
what I love about you robot masters, gluttons for punishment." Under his
facemask Conduit frowns slightly to him self, with the place not completely
cleared out, using his normal weapons is too risky.
Shaking his head, Conduit does what he can and lunges at Sword,
leaping into the air he aims a glowing combat boot at Sword's head.
Javelin Whitetail grits her teeth. Missed! From
this distance, it's hard to see who's who, and she doesn't want to risk hitting
an innocent civilian. She knows all about THAT fun. The Deer sidles back down
the aisle, trying to stay out of harm's way, but looking to get a good shot
in...the next Master to catch her attention is Flash
Man, as he attacks Jet. She folds her ears back--momentarily /very/ tempted to
shoot them both--but she might get caught; most of the civilians are out now.
So instead, she just revs her arm canon up some more, filling the theatre this
time with a beautiful G chord.
Javelin Whitetail misses Flash Man with her
Canon attack.
Conduit strikes Sword Man with his Magna Kick
attack.
Jet Stingray dives out of harm's way, Flash
Man's words just enough to let him be able to dodge the attack. "Listen
up... I came to save the day, maybe get a date with the lead girl. But now, now
I won't meet any girls, which is wrong for the Stingray of Love! Now, now you
will feel my rage you overgrown flashlight!" That said,
Jet merely barrels right for the RM that attacked him, his speed incredible as
he plans to fly into him full force.
He
notices that Jav attacked Flash as in the short time
it take for him to go over to his foe... .oO(She
is trying to help me? Maybe I was wrong...)
Jet Stingray misses Flash Man with his Torpedo
Slam attack.
Yosho
Roshi unrosses his arms,
although he remains upright as the robots continue to tear into each other down
below with the sort of mindless ferocity that one might expect from such
matters. Instead, he pulls a walking cane from a place on his back, holding it
in front of him as he leans on it slightly. "The old days - things were
also ferocious, but the difference is that a man had to risk his own life and
limb in order to accomplish his goals. Now they simply throw these dolls at
each other, and call it bloodless. It is something that I find quite
disconcerting, truth be told."
Bolero eyes Gemini, "What? Leaving
already?" he calls playfully. "Mmpf.
I see my reputation preceeds
[Radio] Transmission detected: I can't. None of
... ... seem interested ... ...
There is another observer. After what's seemed
like years of.. paperwork,
god, so much paperwork. At least his desk is now clean! Kain,
after a long absence, has come to take his own look at the various affairs
going on here in
[Radio] Transmission detected: I'll just work
... getting ... ... heck ... ...
The box is far too small for Doppler to dodge
effectively. However, the forcefield absorbs the
brunt of the damage, swirling into an iridescent bubble for a moment as
Crescent's claws slash across its surface. "Hate me if you will,"
says Doppler, his voice calm in spite of the once-again forming frown.
"But remember how many thousands of reploids
you've killed during this war, the outposts you've destroyed in the name of the
United Nations." That name is spat out, like the offal it is. "You
may have suffered, but you're not the only one. Now, get. out.
of. my. way."
Kain
sends a radio transmission.
Yosho
Roshi receives a radio transmission.
You intercept Kain's
transmission to Yosho Roshi:
Father. It is good to see you again.
The Boot impacts with Sword's helmet, causing it
to rock back a bit as he stumbles. HOwever, Sword
doesn't seem all that phased by it otherwise. A smirk on his face, he turns
toward Conduit. "The previous time we met, there were more pressing
matters to attend to other than defeating thee. Unlike then, I have no such
qualms today." SUddenly, Sword's blade, thrusts
down, near Conduit's feet, before quickly swinging upward, the RM trying to
make a thin cut along the RFer's chest.
Sword Man misses Conduit with his Cut attack.
Yosho
Roshi sends a radio transmission.
Kain
receives a radio transmission.
You intercept Yosho Roshi's transmission to Kain: A
good evening to you son - I was out getting a breath of fresh air, but it seems
my favored coffee shop has been blocked by an unfortunate battle.
Flash Man sends himself backwards in his
ultimate attempt to dodge the incoming shot from the cannon- and succeeds! He
lands on the floor, and right on time to catch Jet in
his view. "CRAP!" He rolls to his left, dodging the deadly attack. Two in a row, what kinda of luck is this?
As he gets up he glances at Jet, his forehead, golden bulb glowing again. The
time around Jet slows down to a point where he is nearly stuck, frozen in time-
yet he can still move. Flash Man jumps in the hair, coming down towards Jet
with a deadly kick- a VERY fast kick, too!
Flash Man strikes Jet Stingray with his Sonic
Kick attack.
Kain
sends a radio transmission to Yosho Roshi.
Yosho
Roshi receives a radio transmission from Kain.
You intercept Kain's
transmission to Yosho Roshi:
I see it, though I cannot see a purpose to it. Is that our sister Atsuki with you?
Yosho
Roshi sends a radio transmission to Kain.
Kain
receives a radio transmission.
You intercept Yosho Roshi's transmission to Kain:
Indeed - Matic's apprentice and I are having a
minor... discussion.
Junk Man SCREAMS as the electricity suddenly
zaps through him, the electrical field over his body flaring harshly with a
thick and disturbing thudding pulse of arcing blue and white light, his electroclaw going wild from the off callibrations.
He's shaking and glitching fiercely as the second to
last Joe goes down. The last one, barely able to hang onto a very very very ...VERY annoyed Jenny
just swivels it's optic to Silo with an "uhh..." of fear. yes, fear.
These are, after all, a group of Junk's personal squad and he can't stand the
idea of a machine without a soul. Or something. As it
is Joe just blinks with a red flash across it's optic.
Junk pulls himself to his feet, his hand rising...
Waitaminute,
that's not his hand. No, it's the electroclaw, the
dual toned crushing claw that regulates his electromagnetics...
as it is it's bright. I mean bright. No... a little
brighter. Like BRIGHT. Magnesium flare bright. Yeah... that bright. The surroundings buck and squeal as the
metal in the area suddenly explodes outwards, called by the power magnetics hold... but as the spiked ball of random scrap
composed death gathers, it doesn't get launched off
like a massive bowling ball. Oh no. Junkers has learned a few tricks... as he
drops his arm, a large sphere of studded scrap hangs there, attached by a long
glowing braid of electricity... and Junk winds up his weapon like the massive
electrified Morningstar of DOOM it is... and launches it towards Silo,
seemingly intent on caving in his chest.
Junk Man misses Silo with his Electromagnetic
Morningstar attack.
Crescent Grizzly growls, " Ah dun' car'
bout yer' genocidal' freaks, Dopplah'..."
A snarl, " Yew jes'
kill 'n 'kill 'n kill. Yew dun' evah' care 'bout deh' consequences, 'long as yew' win. Ah' always fough' tah' 'tect
deh' innocen' whal' in deh' 'force. But yew,
yew dun' feel 'ny 'gret. 'ny
rehmorse fer' anay' o' deh' people yew' killed.
How many were nah' even soldiers, Dopplah? Jes' women 'n
children. Eh? " A roar, and his drill
claws converge into a single insturment of distruction. " 'OW MANY!? " He thrusts it forwards at the forcefield
in rage...
Mai Atsuki murmurs,
"Blood is blood... no matter the color," sadly. She'd have made a
fine Blue Dragon, really. Then she spies a motion out of the corner of her eye
and realises her teacher's rival is skulking in the
area as well and blinsk a couple of times. Eeep. Bad omen.
Crescent Grizzly strikes Dr. Doppler with his
Drill Arm attack.
Dr. Doppler's forcefield
collapses.
Javelin Whitetail growls as she misses /again/.
But she doesn't have much more time to think about it, because suddenly
mock-Wily is handed to her. Javelin stumbles back, surprised, then collapses
under the weight, not near strong enough to hold him up. She spends a moment
struggling under the body, finally managing to shrug him off and roll him into
the aisle, panting. For a moment she's silent; then, she snaps her head up,
glaring at Bolero.
"@#$ING AMADON!"
A
small white object flies out of Javelin's hand, right for Bolero's head.
Javelin Whitetail strikes Bolero with her Salt
Lick attack.
Conduit backflips landing in a one handed handstand before flipping
back to his feet, "Really now? So you just left
before I had the chance to kick your tin plated aft. Well, I'll be more than happy
to correct that." Grinning under his face mask, Conduit pulls at the local
electromagnetic fields gathering energy into a single point, namely around his
left hand. Thrusting his arm forward, the energy is released a visisble wave of electromagnetic energies streaking out
towards Sword.
Conduit misses Sword Man with his Em Burst attack.
Sword Man successfully deflects an attack
randomly.
Jet Stingray gets a small almost unnoticable dent in his armor from Flash's attack as he
turns to face his foe again, the Stingray just pausing for a second. "What
the heck was /that/ suppposed to be? An attack? As if!" Jet then
responds by trying to bring the two poles he has on Flash Man's head. Simple, but to the point.
Jet Stingray misses Flash Man with his Smash
attack.
Despite the sexy ninjas in the area, one particular Linnea
Blossom isn't in
ninja-strider-lookatmeyoucan'tseemyfacesolookatmybreastssoicanstabyouwiththis
garb. Instead, she is in the alleyway to the side of the popular ninja hideout,
wearing mirrored sunglasses which look all too french,
and is calmly looking at her digital watch. She looks up and listens to the
talking and really doesn't do anything about it.
Yosho
Roshi looks over to where Kain
is standing, and simply nods his head once - this is mainly a social get
together, not anything that has to do with 'business' - that is the situation
in which things tend to get bloody. For the inflexable
views of the two Directorships would come into odds, sometimes literally as the
Blues were hired to defend against the Reds. But such was, after all, life.
"I do not see any blood spilled. What do these robots risk, beyond
possible damage that will be easily repaired in a day or two?" he asks,
musing aloud.
Flash Man rolls left and right again, obviously
doing too much to evade the smash from Jet. "Ok then, if you insist on
seeing my true.. potential."
He does a backflip using his hands to throw him up,
and raises both of them in the air. They start to glow blue- a very familiar
blue. Then it turns to a very pale cyan color, blending with aqua and indigo.
The aura transfers to Stringray,
however, as a small cloud appears above him and creates snow. Then in an
ultimate move, Flash Man points both hands at Stringray.
"ABSOLUTE ZEROOOO!" A gigantic wave of
chilling, icy and freezing energy is sent towards Stingray. This could mean BAD
news if it hit.
Bolero stares at the deer, "..." is
all he can manage to utter as the salt cracks him in the skull. B reaches up
and wipes the gristle from his helmet, "... You can't hold up a human, but
you can dent a power armor? Dios
mio... I need a new armor." he groans out. The
Spaniard sighs and walks towards Javelin, "By the by, you're under arrest
for assaulting an officer and failing to evacuate the area when ordered to do
so." he states calmly, holding out a pair of hand-cuffs. "Now are you
going to cooperate or am I going to add more counts of assault and battery to
your record?" he inquires.
Flash Man misses Jet Stingray with his Absolute
Zero attack.
[Radio: (A) None] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits,
"Anyone need any help out there?"
Watching as the wave from Conduit comes forward,
Sword simply braces himself, holding his blade horizontally with the wide flat
outward, letting the wave strike the blade instead. Sure, his flame emitters
will be offline for a while, but it'll be worth avoiding more serious damage.
"As I said, I had other concerns, and I believe I had the upper hand when
we met." Attack passed, Sword charges forward to counterattack, hoping
Conduit's recovery from his attack will leave him vulnerable to a simple
charge, hoping to plow the RFer down with his top
half.
Sword Man strikes Conduit with his Top Heavy
Tackle attack.
After all that, Silo just rolls forward, /under/
the massive electrified morningstar of DOOM (TM),
before slashing through the last Joe as he rolls back onto his feet. "That all?" And staying where he is, he brings the
Electro Sabre up, then downwards in a slash. ...The
only thing is, he's too far from Junk to even come
close to hitting. Though that doesn't mean the crescent wave of electricity
that suddenly forms from the slash, and goes flying for Junk, isn't.
Silo misses Junk Man with his Electro Wave
attack.
[Radio: (A) None] Beta CO Metal Man transmits,
"So just what is up?"
Kain
catches the eyes of both Father and Atsuki. In this
situation, he does not mind. Giving them each a polite nod of his head, dark
brown hair falling sporadically over his face, he brushes it back and turns his
gaze back down toward the fight. A hand still at his ear.
Seeing as those nice SecDef
troops are there for the purpose of evacuating civilians, and... he's a civilian, Feste can easily
retreat out of the theatre. Yes. Away from the violence, please.
The Fool lingers a moment at the door, too look
back on the chaos in the theatre 'below'. To think he had a hand in this-- no.
It would've happened anyway. Wouldn't it?
He cannot say, not for sure. Feste
bites his lip, replaces his hands in their pockets, and departs. I am gone,
sir, and anon sir... o/`
Kain
sends a radio transmission to Mai Atsuki.
Mai Atsuki receives a
radio transmission from Kain.
You intercept Kain's
transmission to Mai Atsuki: My greetings to you,
Sister Atsuki.
Jet Stingray just tosses the poles at the
attack, doding his best to avoid the ice. "Nice
try... You want me to get serious on you yet or keep playing around?" Jet
asks, his tail lashing out with a fierce whipcrack as
he closes in on the Son of Wily slowly.
Jet Stingray misses Flash Man with his Tail Whip
attack.
Dr. Doppler again is hampered by the lack of
room in the box - Crescent Grizzy literally towers
over him. The force-bubble bursts under the drill, leaving nothing to protect
him from the follow-through. His left shoulder is sorely mangled, as is his
suit. He grimaces, partly in pain, partly in anger. "There is no such
thing as innocence anymore," Doppler growls. "Only
complacency. You want to speak of ruining lives? Ask any Maverick about
how humanity treated them!" The scientist backs up his words with fisticuffs,
bringing up his heavily cybered arm to backhand the Grizzy's face.
Mai Atsuki sends a
radio transmission to Kain.
Kain
receives a radio transmission.
You intercept Mai Atsuki's
transmission to Kain: Good evneing,
Master Kain, out for an evening stroll as well? The
streets are simply not safe tonight.
Dr. Doppler strikes Crescent Grizzly with his
Smash attack.
Kain
sends a radio transmission to Mai Atsuki.
Mai Atsuki receives a
radio transmission.
You intercept Kain's
transmission to Mai Atsuki: Indeed.
Javelin Whitetail, with the help of her weapon, prises herself to her feet. As Bolero approaches with the
cuffs, she blinks confused at him for a moment, then folds her ears back again,
baring her teeth. "Ye wanna arrest me in th'middle of a scrap?! Ye'er a
****ing eedjit! Ye'er cleaning up scraps while th'dogs're eatin' off th'table!" She brazenly ignores the outstretched
cuffs, instead using her javelin in a crowbar-like way to flip over the
mock-Wily. Surprisingly, her eyes glint a bit in mechfluid
tears. "Look--look't'is throat! That wonderful
voice..." She glares at Bolero again. "I can't ****ing lift him meself, you
know."
Flash Man jumps over the tail and lands a few feets away from Stingray. Damnit,
I'm in Melee range again- if I'm hit I'm dead here. "Hmm,
playing sounds good." He grins, pointing his buster up again. It
charges and cackles with destructive plasma energy, but rather than firing any
kind of blast, it forms a small, curved beam-dagger, which turns into a long
blade after. "Hmm.." He leaps back again,
and placing his arm right, he dashes towards Stingray, fiercly
yelling as he slashes across Stingray's chest (or at least, tries to) and lands
a few meters behind him, the blade on his buster retracting. (OOC:I should really use attacks better than level 3)
Flash Man misses Jet Stingray with his Flash
Blade Combo attack.
Conduit doesn't need much time to recover and
begins to move, but underestimates Sword's speed and manages to get clipped but
the damage is almost nonexistant. "Really
now? I hate to break it to you, but I was toying with you." The
forcer turns and brings his arm level to the master, index finger pointed out,
the rest balled up, "But now? I'm not playing so nice." In a flash
the tip of Conduit's finger glows a bright blue before a blast of pure energy
explodes from it.
Conduit strikes Sword Man with his Quantum Surge
attack.
<Feste leaves, goes
to San-An.>
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I am thrilled to report that I am not, in fact, deceased."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Yet."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Good! Please stay that
way."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*lazily* I'll try, but I can't make any guarantees."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Fair enough, I
suppose."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... knew ...
... d*** ...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"You being the judge of fairness and all, I would suppose as well."
<Global News Network> BREAKING NEWS: The
deranged Maverick known as Metal Shark broke tore through the gates of the
Sydney Zoo, less than 10 minutes ago. Tho many are
injured, no deaths have been reported. He does however,
seem to be attacking the animals. With a Blowtorch.
More as this develops.
[Radio] Transmission detected:
.... ... ... hell?
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man sings softly, a
rather sweet, feminine voice. ~/I've been lonely / I've been waiting for you /
I'm pretending and that's all I can do / The love I'm sending / Ain't making it through to your heart / You've been hiding,
never letting it show / Always trying to keep it under control / You got it
down and you're well / On the way to the top / But there's something that you
forgot/~
[Radio: (F) Public] Ebony Fox transmits, "Mmmm. Not exactly my favorite genre, but
nice all the same."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "I think it's quite nice. Bravo, m'lady."
[Radio: (F) Public] Gemini Man transmits,
"Do you know 'Get Out While You Can'? These poor sonofaguns need another Plant Man."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Yes, since you... shot him. No?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man chuckles softly,
and continues with the same voice. ~/What about love / Don't you want someone
to care about you / What about love / Don't let it slip away / What about love
/ I only want to share it with you / You might need it someday/~
<Global News Network> This
just in. Though is spelled T H O U G H.
[Radio: (F) Public] Retro Packrat sings as well!
Of course, he probably doesn't realize this. " o/`
What have we done with innocence? / It disappeared with time, it never made
much sense. / Adolescent residence. / Wasting another night on plannin' my revenge! / One in ten...one in teeeen....ONE IN TEEEEEEEE- o/` ....Oh crap. Kurt, why
didn't you TELL me the radio was on?!" "Mrowr..."
"That's no excuse..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man is stunned into
silence, apparently, when the interloper sings. But she just can't be kept from
singing! ~/I can't tell you what you're feeling inside / I can't sell you what
you don't want to buy / Something's missing and you
got to / Look back on your life / You know something here just ain't right/~
[Radio: (F) Public] Job transmits, "Woah its singing..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "It is indeed. Do try not to interrupt it, please."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... I ... ... we ... the hell ... of here?
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man wraps up the song
with gusto! ~/What about love / Don't you want someone to care about you / What
about love / Don't let it slip away / What about love / I only want to share it
with you / What about love / Don't you want someone to care about you / What
about love / Don't let it slip away / What about love / I only want to share it
with you/~
[Radio] Transmission detected: *whines ...
....all gone.... ... ... them... KILL... ... wait... ... ... ... you ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... out ... there
now Flash ... a ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: I would ... I
could trust me! This ... is ... mess there's Repliforcers
all around ... we're outnumbered and ... ... ... are ... nice ... of fighting civilans ... well!
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man sighs happily, and
asks, "Now, who was it that also was singing earlier?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
quietly adds in his own contribution. Just 'cause. o/` Love lifts us up where we belong... where eagles fly, on
a mountain high.. o/`
[Radio: (F) Public] Kain
transmits a slight clapping.
[Radio: (F) Public] Retro Packrat transmits,
"SOrry. Forgot I left it on. My
bad."
[Radio] Transmission detected: This ... ... is
... to piss me off... but ... don't think ... can ... him....
[Radio] Transmission detected: *moans softly ...
DERANGED*ooooo ... good mooooorniniiiiingining
*&zg
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits,
"You weren't that bad . . but
definitely no star. Were you having fun?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Stop ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste chuckles.
[Radio: (F) Public] Retro Packrat transmits,
"I was just singing along to an old song I have on my music player while I
was working."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... do ...
... both ... ... behind ... ... OUT ... FUEL! ... ... I regret ... Gemini Man
on this! Remind me ... never listen ... you when you say this will be ...
brother!
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "One ought to always have fun while singing, no?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: You can avoid
targeting them.
[Radio] Transmission detected: I would ... ...
... you ... I ... but if ... do ... ... be out of fuel and ... ... won't ...
able ... get ... And ... already ... ... Stopper ... ... times ... ... ... ...
up ... ... for sure!
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Alas. I seem to've killed the
conversation."
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits, "Mmm? Sorry, what was that? I was distracted by the song on
my desk radio."
[Radio] Transmission detected: You can ...
targeting ... how about ... ... ... way ... with a
smaller scale one ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Ah, 'tis all one. Were /you/ enjoying
singing, m'lady?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits,
"Yes, I was . . quite a
lot, in fact."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Ah! I would've guessed. You sang beautifully; one is always in
top form when one is enjoying oneself, I think..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits,
"That tends to be true. It rather shows when you're not enjoying what
you're doing."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Indeed, indeed. Do you sing often, or is it just a hobby, this
sharing it with the denizens of global broadband? I'm curious."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Abernathy.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits, "A
bit of column A, a bit of column b . . both, really."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Ah, I see."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Well, then. I look forward to hearing more of it. You have a
pleasant voice... and I think I might've missed your name. What is it?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... a burst ...
... - like his ... ... ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ...
should inform you ... ... Whitetail reploid has been
... to ... custody ... ... charges ... ... ... ... officer ... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... instructed ... ... so and ... a threat to ... ... ... other
civilians in the ... by violently provoking ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Withdraw I'll ... ... ... ... along ... the ... I ... ... ... ... ...
... 2 is better ... ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: But hold off on
... untill there ... no other ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man chuckles softly.
"Well . . I go by Rose rather often."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... should ... ... ... ... ... meet ...
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... room ... some ... ... whats Gemini?
[Radio] Transmission detected: Please do ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: UN Plaza ... ... be ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: What's up?
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Taken out ... ... Or ... ...
... hurt him. What about ... rest ... ... ... ... save
that girl ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste sounds...mildly amused.
"Ahh, I see. A pleasant name
to accompany a pleasant voice. Well met, Rose."
[Radio] Transmission detected: Erm.. ... Hello?
[Radio] Transmission detected: That ... have.
... Security ... Defence troop is
... ... ... out of ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: De ... ... ... officers ... ... arriving ... ... the ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits, "Thank
you, and you are, sir?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Feste, m'lady
Rose. Feste the Fool."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Didn't ... a good chance to see her. She
attractive? If ... are planning ... ... her out that's ... with me...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Anyone else ...
some help ... ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Argent transmits, "They
were right when they warned me about this freq..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "They are /always/ right, sir."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Always."
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits, "A
most unusual name . . . Mmm? I'm sorry, who are you
sir?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "It's just the way of things."
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits,
"Whoever 'they' might be, anyway."
[Radio: (F) Public] Argent transmits, "You
don't even know who they are.. And
Argent, miss."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Well. I am quite an unusual person. But these being unusual
times, it's unsurprising. No?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: Doctor Fairchild ... ... ... happening?
[Radio] Transmission detected:
:hisses "Someone...be so ... to ... ... a medkit..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Oh, well. I won't even get started on Them."
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits, "Black
helicopters! <false click>"
[Radio] Transmission detected: We ... a ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "You, sirrah..."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Barrage ... ... ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits,
"... What?"
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... the hell ... ... the building shake?
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "...never mind. Perhaps I'll tell you later."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... out.. safe ... ... ... ... retreat! ... ... ... this ... ... there are ... many enemies!
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits,
"Oh, come on now."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Well."
[Radio: (F) Public] Argent transmits,
"Don't begin to speak a thought unless you intend to finish it."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Tch!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "All my thoughts are unfinished, Sir Argent."
[Radio: (F) Public]
Plant Man murmurs, "Black helicopters?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Argent transmits, "If
that were true you're speech would be much more lacking then it is."
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... been ... ... the ... ... ... What ... ... just ... ... ...
...
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Speech is deceiving, sir."
[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits,
"Amazing all the wackos on broadband."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Broadband is where wackos live,
sir."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Weren't you aware?"
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh, don't bait them.
It's not nice."
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits,
"And you are included in that statement."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"But
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Absolutely."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... If there's ... needed I ... oblige...I need a ... ... ... Blazer ... anyway.
[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits,
"Of course"
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... Well, I won't
contest *that*."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Can I bait you instead, then?"
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... That depends on
what you intend to do."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ...
"Someone...be so ... to ... ... a medkit..." <rp>
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... ... gaht' ... "
[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits,
"Just being a wacko without his outlet is depressing... and
sobering..."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"An interesting question, sirrah, and one I know
not the answer to. *pause* Besides. It's more fun to
wing it."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... And have any ... your troops reported
... ... ... the ... ... shook?
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
says, gravely: "It's enough to drive a man to theatre, it is."
[Radio] Transmission detected:
:says ... "Uh...Doctor...If I may ask..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits, "
. . . an unusual statement, that."
[Radio] Transmission detected:
:doesn't ... He just ... slightly.
[Radio: (F) Public] Argent transmits, "If you
say so."
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy sings, nearly
sotto voce, o/` Like a sentence of death, I got no options left, I've got
nothing to show now. I'm down on the ground, I've got seconds to live, and you
can't go now. 'Cuz love, like an invisible bullet's
shut me down, and I'm bleeding -- yeah, I'm bleeding. And if you go, furious
angels will bring you back to me! o/`
[Radio] Transmission detected: No nevermind. Should I ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits,
"Oh my . . . that was very nice."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
echoes his previous statement. "Unusual times, m'lady
Rose, unusu--"
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy goes back to
quietly humming the melody of the song.
[Radio: (F) Public] Argent transmits, "and
the Unique things here.. heh, interesting indeed. hrm."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<quits humming> Oh, that it is."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "That it is."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
apparently feels obliged to sing, as he picks up right where Abby leaves off. o/` "You're a dirty needle, you're in my blood and
there's no cure in me. I wanna run, like the blood
from a wound to a place you can't see me. 'Cause love, like a blow to the head
has left me stunned, and I'm reeling, yeah I'm reeling... o/`
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "o/` And if you go, furious angels
will bring you back to me... o/`"
[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn transmits, "My hands are all full of missile
bits, can't play the guitar...."
[Radio: (F) Public] Job transmits, "hey Daryn."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste pauses, done with his 'part'.
"Oh. I'm terribly sorry. I know the feeling."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I'm inclined to agree."
[Radio: (F) Public] The Book of Daryn sniffs a bit, "It's
okay... Thank you."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "I'd suggest some sort of remedy, but I haven't the slightest
idea what to do for missile bits."
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits,
"Hand them off to me, apparently."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Really?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits,
"Yes."
[Radio: (F) Public] Plant Man transmits, " Hmmm."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "I'll have to remember that one."
[Radio] Transmission detected: No ... ... ... ... should go there.
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits,
"What, you have missile bits lying around?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Who knows?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "I just might."
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits,
"... Hm. Yes, I could see that. Under all the books ..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Job laughs. "I likely
got a few old missile launchers burried in my scrap
yard...
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Perhaps. God knows I haven't really cleaned the place in
years..."
[Radio] Transmission detected: Do you
need...assistance ... You don't...sound ... good if you'll ... ... saying ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Repliforce. ... leave us ... and
dry ... make ... ... ... ... report ... just ... ... ... ... prosecute ... ...
crime.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ...I fear ...
play ... went ... see...became more...intensive than ...
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... tell ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy apparently decides
to pick the song up again after that moment's exchange. o/`
You're a cold piece of steel, but you're in my ribs and there's no saving me.
And I can't get up from this wet crimson bed that you made for me. 'Cuz love, like a knife in the back's cut me down, and I'm bleedin', yeah, I'm bleedin'! o/`
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits,
"o/` And if you go, angels will run to defend me, to defend me. o/`"
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... would this
... the one ... ... chance that has received...critical ...
...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... doctor do you
require ... ... team? I can ... ... ... ... for ...
and rescue detail.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... ... ... "...assaulting a ... ... failing ... evacuate a
class 7 ... ... instructed to do ... an ... a threat
... the ... ... other ... in ... area by ... provoking Robot ... ... ends ...
... adds ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: I ... ... ... way ... ... ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
sings back: o/` 'Cause I can't get up, I'm as cold as a stone, I can feel the
life fade from me. I'm down on the ground, I've got second to live, and what's
that waits for me, oh that waits for me! 'Cause love like
a sentence of death, left me stunned, and I'm reeling, yeah I'm reeling... o/`
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... have ... ...
standing by.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Thank ... ... ...
[Radio: (A) None] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits,
"GRRRAH! So close!"
[Radio] Transmission detected: Sorry ... ... ... a bit ...
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Dear Director, that's your cue."
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy echoes quietly,
o/` And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me. o/`
Right on cue, ha Feste!
[Radio] Transmission detected: ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ...
[Radio: (A) None] Eta
CO Junk Man transmits, "*dreamy, pleasant* Mmmyuu...
what's that Gemini? *zh*"
[Radio: (A) None]
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
applauds quietly. "Bravo, sirrah, bravo!"
[Radio: (A) None] Epsilon XO Gravity Man
transmits, "Extraction? What's going on?"
[Radio: (A) None] Eta
CO Junk Man transmits, "*dreamy*whoo,t
hat's my cue peoples! *zh*"
[Radio: (F) Public]
Abernathy snrks. "Flattery."
[Radio: (A) None] Grenade Man transmits, "A
dang... to bad he didn't e-ring then I'd have company."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste
transmits, "Just another of my tools, sirrah."
[Radio: (F) Public] Abernathy transmits,
"Granted."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... say
something ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Something on ...
mind?
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... of ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Yep.
[Radio] Transmission detected:
:deadpans "Xiang."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... wonderful. They dangerous ... all?
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*amused* Mm. Got to love how everyone just shuts up before our combined
charisma and intelligence."
[Radio] Transmission detected: Don't ... ...
[Radio: (A) None] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits,
"Aaaaahhh SCREW it. Drag Sword. We're
bailing." "Why do these things NEVER work out?" "At least
we had fun."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... can ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Think of ... ...
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Of course. They're
frightened, the poor sots. That, or it's still
churning through one of their little minds to go tell us to 'get a room'."
[Radio: (A) None] Eta
CO Junk Man transmits, "*in remarkable mimic of a Servbots
voice* Roooogeeeerrrr..."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... "Whats everyone ... situation ...
... in ...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*chuckles*"
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ...
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<grimly amused>
But, my. We're both just little bundles of sunshine today."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... well
aware ... that. I meant a ... ... Any ... casualities ... ... ... ... ... assistance?
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Oh, we are! Combined, I'm betting we could outshine the Sun itself."
[Radio] Transmission detected: Reports ... comin' in.
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... ... ... that ... were after delivered ... ... authorities.
... going ... investigate ... ... of ... eyeballs.
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "The mind boggles at the
thought."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Of course it does. Boggling is its purpose."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... what ... ... ... ... Silo? ... ... they?
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Boggle is also a
/really/ bizarre word."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "What the hell kind of crack were people on to come up with 'boggle'?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"It's also a game."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Maybe they were playing Boggle?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... what ... told ... ... ... ... ... Jane ... of ... And ... in ...
lobby about ... take ... ... at those annoying twins.
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I'm pretty sure the
word's etymology predates the game."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Barrage.
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"But how do you /know/?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... one ...
... ... ...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"It's like the chicken and the egg, sirrah."
[Radio] Transmission detected: Going off ...
face Metal Shark in
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... You tell *me*.
You're the one living out 17th century literature for fun and profit; surely
you'd know if the word was around then."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I haven't the slightest idea. I'm only a bachelor in English, after
all."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Mm, well. Better than I."
[Radio] Transmission detected: I've beaten ...
foe... ... girl ... ... and ... ... ... damages. ... ... ... ... ... ... get ... repairs... I ...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Yes, of course, because then we might have two people like myself, and
then where would we be? It's unfortunate."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Or you could have gone
into international relations and political science, and then you'd have two of
*me*. The world would die."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Not that either of
those is a bad thing. I'm vain enough to want a clone."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... then ... ... ... ... masters are dispatched or fleeing. ...
... to ... around just ... enough to make ... that hulking junkpile
... a ... ... actually ... as ... says and ... Sword Man's ... ... leaves. ...
... I'll probably need ... evac.
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Mm. Yes. As for clones..."
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... ... ... clogging the channels. ...
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Hm?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Well. I'm attempting to imagine there being two of you, and frankly, it's
not going so well."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<laughs softly>
Maybe it's better that you not, then."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Well. Alright then. I shan't."
[Radio] Transmission detected: Good looks like
Junk ... ... leaving. Hey Jet save room for me in ... repair
...
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... Well, ah. That sort of killed things."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I apparently have the tendency to do that, yes."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Do tell. Is that
involuntary manslaughter, or a form of murder?"
[Radio: (A) None] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits,
"All home who's going home."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Negligent homocide. One must nurture
conversation, and one wrong word will simply send it... spiraling off into the
abyss."
[Radio: (A) None] Cut Man transmits, "I'm
home."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Ah, yes. Although I
think in your case, it's a failure of people to comprehend whatever it is you
just said."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"...fair enough."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "No offense meant, of
course. I think you've only really confused me once or twice. Simply an observation. <pause>
It's not like either of us go out of our ways to make ourselves comprehensible
to the unwashed masses."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Well."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Well?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I prefer to be understood by my audiences, but even I slip up
occasionally."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*sighs* No one appreciates good prose these days."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Nobody appreciates much
of *anything* these days."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*tchs* Someone ought
to fix that."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I've given up trying.
It's not my job to make people 'appreciate' my ideals. They'd just better
/listen/."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Mm. So I see, and so I know myself. Although I find it's generally not
conducive to understanding, either."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh? What aspect of
it?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Depends on who we're talking to."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... It would."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Of course."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Which means we'll
probably be wandering around the point for ages."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"That is the way of things."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I suppose. Bloody frustrating when you just want a straight answer, though.
Give me something in life that's cut and dried, for once."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Well. You can't just have everything handed to you on a platter, sirrah. Sometimes you must work your way through the fog to
find the point yourself."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<sigh> Do note
the 'for once'. It'd be ... a pleasant surprise."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*smirk*"
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh, fine. Yes, I'm
being unrealistic, especially when talking to *you*. But ..."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Oh, I understand, sirrah."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Do you?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Yes."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Mm."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Most of the time, anyway."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Ah /ha/."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Ah, but can you claim the same of me, sirrah?"
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Honestly? No. You're a puzzlebox, and I haven't got even a third of you figured
out."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*smirk* I figured as much."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"If you had me figured out, I'd be terribly boring."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Yes, I thought that
might be amusing."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<laughs!> Oh, and
if I'm so transparent, what keeps you hanging around?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Mm. Good question."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message: "The
function of a patron is not to be understood, but rather, to provide."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I see."
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... ... son of a gun....
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Yes, you just might."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "In the general
acknowledgment form, of course. So you're in it for the money."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"At the very surface, yes, I am."
[Radio] Transmission detected: Myuuu....Sirius? ... going ... ...
... side of ... ... you call ...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Because that's what jobs are about."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Jobs, yes. Then what's
the rest of it, or is it not my place -- as patron -- to ask that."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"...amusement. Fulfillment. Learning.
That sort of thing."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"It's a difficult question to answer, you see."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I think I might,
yes."
[Radio] Transmission detected: I'm pinned ...
... a ... ... Sydney ... ... ... tea ... ... ... at ... animals... and a giant
... ... burst ... ... ... ... ... animals ... ... I'm ... ... he hasn't seen
... yet busy with a ... for ... ... know what I'll ... if ... RF guy falls...
... let ... kill all these ... ...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"You think. I hope you will do more than think, sirrah."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Well, I act as well, of
course. Though sometimes after a little too much
thought."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Tsk, tsk."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh, please don't chide
me for the faults I already recognize."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"But if I don't, then how will you remember that you have them?"
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... point."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Of course there is. There's always a point."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "But the point is not always obvious nor relevant."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Indeed."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<quietly> Yay."
[Radio] Transmission detected: You still ... ...
buddy? I ... use a friendly voice right now....
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Congratulations. Are you proud of yourself?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: I am he-here ... ... ... you ... need ... a a
pickup?
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "In a small, tawdry way,
perhaps."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Simple pleasures, and
all that."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Excellent. I'll make a fool of you yet."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh, I doubt it. I don't
have the temper for it."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Or perhaps you just haven't realized it yet."
[Radio] Transmission detected: No ... ... just
leave him to ... I ... if ... ... ... people maybe but they can defend
themselves... these ... ... helpless... ... do ... know about ... huge Shark
...
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Perhaps. But I'm
doubtful."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I'd think it would
require more ... patience ... than I'm given to having."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"*yawn* Whatever."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<mildly annoyed>
QED, at that rate."
[Radio] Transmission detected: *grunts* Oh ...
just ... ... idiot ... Shark. He's... he's ... ... ... ...
... thorn ... ... ... Going all ... on ... and and
calling me a ... ... ... Bastard... He's burning ... ... animals? ... ... deep
creaking* ... ... ... but ... ... *sound ... drills*
I'm ... g-g-getting ... up ...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I am /quite/ trying in matters of patience. You know this already, I
think."
[Radio] Transmission detected: You know ...
that'll hurt ... ... ... ... Any ... ... his defenses?
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<sigh> Yes. I do."
[Radio] Transmission detected: *whimpers* ... I
did seemed ... ... ... him... ... s-sorry...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Hm. I shall have to work on that."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... you afraid of
him? Should ... be?
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "What, driving me even
further into insanity?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"That, and not annoying you. It's bad for business."
[Radio] Transmission detected: No... not ... afraid. ... angry. He's a
psycho. Stay away from ... if ... can. ... the Forcer
... abandon ... animals. ... ... be a-able to save them. ... don't
let ... ... hurt.
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... I don't see how
those two particular goals work together, but ... ah. I'd pay you for your work
despite my own personal preferences, so don't worry too much. I've worked with
much worse."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Oh, yes. The goal here is to get you to pay me for other things too.
See?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Plus, if you're insane, I'll only have another fool to talk to."
[Radio] Transmission detected: No... ... ... afraid. ... ... ... a
psycho. ... away from him if ... can. If ... Forcer
falls... ... the ... ... won't ... ... ... save them.
... don't let yourself be ...
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh really. And why
would that second be a bad thing?"
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... sorry to ...
to ... ... ... ... ... ... ... you wouldn't be able to help ... ...
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I don't really want another Fool such as myself, see."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I'm quite vain myself."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I must remain unique and special, or I lose my appeal."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You're special,
certainly."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Oh, thank you."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Oh, and unique, too. Might as well throw you a bone or two."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Flattery."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Yes. It's a tool of the
diplomat's trade, after all."
[Radio] Transmission detected: You're ... right... ... ... though with those ... ... things of his.... ...
... I'll slip away....
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Hm. Yes. Well, it's getting late, and that play
turned out to be awful. Broadway was never meant for improv."
[Radio] Transmission detected:
... ... ... to ... ... ... me too..... *grunts ... almost ... pain*
sorry..... I'm ... ...
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<mutter> An underutilized one at that, but ... <louder> Oh,
really. I'll stay away from it, in that case. Headed home?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Depends. Where is home these days?"
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I believe that's your
choice, not mine."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"I'm merely researching my options, sirrah."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... alright
brains over brawn ... ... ... ... touched ... yet. ...
I've certainly caused ... ... ... ... R ... steal ...
hostages. Picking on ... innocent animals....
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "There's still a place
for you on my couch, in that case."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"How kind of you."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Flattery, again."
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"It's almost like home now. Hm... *smirk*"
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Mm?"
[Radio] You send Abernathy a direct message:
"Nothing, nothing. I /am/ in the neighborhood, so I suppose I'll stop
by."
[Radio] Abernathy sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Fair enough."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... go ... but
... sorry ... ... do ... a ... ... ... ... ... ... an an ...
The Seraph's Roost <TSR>
An entirely unostentatious three-and-a-half room apartment.
Kitchen, living room, bedroom, and half-bath -- there's nothing much to
recommend it beyond a bachelor's pad for a particularly well-off bachelor.
Sure, it's neater than one would usually expect for a bachelor -- no socks
tossed on top of the television, no decaying food in the sink, no anomalous
stains on the carpet -- but nevertheless shows some of the telltale signs of
occupation by a single male human, primarily in the spartan
(easy to clean!) furnishings. The only remotely 'odd' item in the entire place
-- beyond the healthy fistfuls of magnetic poetry words tacked to the
refrigerator -- is one of the end-tables, an odd affair made of a triangular
piece of what looks like black glass. Except there's never been a piece of
glass *cut* that thin in all of humanity's existence.
Recently, however, the apartment has begun to show signs of occupation
by a second human. A younger one, at that, as indicated by the various items
distinctly 'out of place' for a human bachelor. Like the occasional crayon
between the couch cushions, the stuffed triceratops on the bed, and one lone
surreal crayon-drawing posted on the fridge, held up with magnetic words.
Daryn
[C]
Abernathy [Seraphs] [C]
Melissa [C]
Obvious exits:
Out
<O> leads to San Angeles - Northern Residential
[OOC] Feste is so spe-- Daryn?
[OOC] Daryn says,
"Feste?"
[OOC] Abernathy says, "He brought me missilebits."
[OOC] Daryn walks away
just as Feste enters, they look at each other, dramatic music plays as they pass.
[OOC] Feste .o(He's cheating on me! The cad!)
[OOC] Abernathy says, "..."
[OOC] Daryn .o(Where are -his- missilebits?)
[OOC] Abernathy sighs. .oO(I'd better not tell him
about Dynamo.)
Daryn
says, "I'll try not to, but sometimes it kind of sneaks up on you, and I
don't have enhanced senses.", he walks away! But
will he see Feste on the way out? DUNDUNDUN
Gasp! Stay tuned to -- as the MUSH turns!
Feste
is somewhere outside the Seraph's Roost, walking down the hallway. Since, y'know, he was in the neighborhood, and his apartment is so
*Maverickbait*. That sort of thing.
/Will/ he see Daryn? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW.
Abernathy is standing in the door to his
apartment, looking bored. Like any good princess, he is waiting for his PRINCE
TO COME and SWEEP HIM OFF HIS FEET. Until such a thing happens, however, he
will likely to continue to stand there and contemplate princessy
things. Like those hats. The coney
ones with the frilly stuff. What's up with those, anyway?
[oocnote:
the phrases in all caps were in bright red. :D]
Daryn
glances towards Feste and sees him, but the world
doesn't know that. He wonders if Feste knows how to
blow a trumpet, but otherwise merely offers a wave to the Norwegian, "Ice
cream.", he says pleasantly with his 'Maverick
Mango' ice cream pops box with pictures of Sigma and Chill Penguin popsicles on
it. He adjusts his Ice Cream Man Hat and walks away with a very large box. It
is, in fact, very large. Almost missile silo sized. But he's soon gone anyway.
[OOC] Feste idly peers
at Abernathy.
[OOC] Abernathy says, "What? ;_;"
[OOC] Abernathy has been snorting glue or something.
[OOC] Feste says,
"Gee, those letters are bright and red. I wonder if that means I should be
paying attention."
[OOC] Abernathy says, "Well, it's like an
RPG."
[OOC] Daryn says,
"You used colors @_@"
[OOC] Feste says,
"Really? An RPG?"
[OOC] Abernathy says, "The [dragon] is on
the [mountain]. Perhaps you can find the [Sacred Pearl]."
[OOC] Feste says,
"'dragon'"
[OOC] Abernathy says, "The 'dragon'."
[OOC] Feste says,
"Oh wait. Is this like Morrowind?"
[OOC] Abernathy airtuoes.
Daryn
has left.
[OOC] Feste says,
"'mountain'"
[OOC] Abernathy airquotes, darnit.
[OOC] Abernathy says, "Yes."
[OOC] Abernathy says, "Well, actually. That
depends on how you define 'mountain'."
[OOC] Feste says,
"..but... you're supposed to tell me more useless
facts about the mountain!"
[OOC] Abernathy says, "The 'mountain' is
full of cheese."
The Fool waves back, pleasant smile on his face.
...ice cream? Sure, okay. Weird apartment complex...
Anyway.
Princeliness, right. Wrong archetype, sir.
The Fool can, of course, sweep his princess off
of her feet, and then dump her in the other room and sleep on her couch. Yes.
He can do this.
"Evening, sirrah."
From afar (to Feste
and Abernathy), Daryn (Omar) Mercutio!
Abernathy (Lilo) pages
Daryn and Feste: Correct.
And I'm Tybalt.
From afar (to Daryn
and Feste), Abernathy (Lilo)
stabs Feste hello.
Daryn
(Omar) pages Abernathy and Feste: Oh ho ratcatcher!
Long distance to Daryn
and Abernathy: Feste bleeds. Wait. Doesn't this make
me Romeo?
Daryn (Omar) pages Feste
and Abernathy: Tybalt and Juliet played by the same
man. It makes sense, they are never on screen at the
same time
"Good evening, Fool," Abernathy
greets, from where he's leaning against the frame of his open doorway. He's got
some sort of rather large manual tucked under his arm. "Come to patronize
my couch, are we?" He's rather handily blocking the door, so sweeping
might be the only way to get to said couch.
Oh ho. Feste halts his
approach but a foot or so away from Abernathy and the gateway to the precious
couch.
"Yes, although 'invade' might be a better
word," he replies cheerfully, though he's tired and it shows. Rough day, and all that. "Invade, patronize, whatever.
The idea is still the same..."
================================== IC News
===================================
Message: 14/15 Posted Author
Broadway Blasted Sat Aug 09 News Report
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--GNN News report...--
"The well-known Broadway production,
Breakaway Jane, was ....perhaps not surprisingly... attacked by the Robot
Masters this evening, mid-performance. The Masters were attempting to kidnap
the show's lead star, Jenny Jerard, for reasons
unknown at this time. After they invaded the theater, their efforts were
hampered by a few attentive civilians, who were fans of the theater, and called
the authorities to dispatch the Masters. Though several of the cast members
were injured in the attack, the show's director, Erick DiCanto,
insists that the first understudies will take their places, as soon as the
theater and the set can be brought back into workable condition after the
destructive combat. 'The show must go on,' the director has proclaimed. Perhaps
most amazingly, Belinda Desiree, who plays Plant Man, insists that 'she' is
well enough to continue to play her part as soon as the show can be performed
again. She refused the hospital aid that was offered just after the attack,
even after taking a direct plasma blast to the face, and ripping the control
circuit out of a present Joe with her bare hands. Andrew Alexander, or Doctor
Wily, did not fare as well, and was brought to the hospital for evaluation.
There is no word yet on his condition. Miss Jerard
herself was recovered mostly ininjured, and is
currently in the custody of
"This is GNN."
==============================================================================
This would actually put Abernathy in a position
of power and exploitation. Let's see if he abuses this. "I see. Invade's a fine word, I do agree. Have you a formal
declaration of war on you, prior to this invasion?" he drawls, quietly. And does not move.
"On me?"
Feste closes his eyes, dismissing this with a wave of
his hand. "I formally declare war upon the apartment before my person, and
do claim the couch for the
Abernathy stands there for nearly half a minute
after Feste makes this declaration, considering the
Fool with a cocky little smile on his face. Finally, he says, "Ordinarily,
I'd be bound on behalf of Mother Russia to resist you boldly until winter, when,
of course, you would freeze to death and thereby be defeated by both
environment and my dogged determination." A pause.
"As this is
Pah!
Indignant, Feste responds, eyes still closed:
"I'm /Norwegian/, not some silly Frenchman. Or German,
for that matter." Hmph! (just had to get that out of the way. it's a simple matter of
pride.)
Seeing that he's accomplished his goal (removing
Abby from the doorway, thereby ensuring couch goodness) without having to
resort to... alternatives (sweeping him off his feet and carrying him off) Feste assumes he has won the war without firing a shot, and
heads for that couch, nose in the air. Hahaha, gotcha. (sucker)
"No, admittedly, you're neither short nor
mad enough for either," Abernathy murmurs, reaching over to close the
door. "And I'd rather not you commit suicide nor die untimely from some
throwback lung disease." He pauses, scooping up a stray couch pillow off
the floor, before trailing after Feste -- and
chucking the pillow at the back of the Fool's head.
"Besides," he adds, "I'm also a
sucker for a pretty face."
*thwap*
Feste,
of course, being the non-coordinated, non-alert English major that he is,
receives full-on pillow to the head. Uh. Oof.
The Fool halts in his tracks, slowly turning to
face Abernathy. There's a smile on his face, though -- of course?
"Oh, I know," he answers, with a
downright diabolical little smile. (oh nos)
Waaaaaaait a second. That's not the proper
reaction to getting hit in the back of the head with a flying couch pillow.
Abernathy has invited the mass murderer into his home! Run, Abby, run!
Or stand there and blink slowly. Right, it's
just Feste. He's always smiling. Maybe the pillow
gave him brain damage. You never know. "Ah. Good that you do." Pause.
What's he supposed to do now? Run screaming?
"Yes, seeing as I'm a manipulative
bastard," Feste murmurs, smile gradually fading
away. Well, what were you expecting him to do, hm? (let's just not ask)
Just as quickly as before, Feste
turns back around and calmly flops onto the couch. mm. couch.
It's a fun way to ensure Abby that he is indeed important, too.
A quirky, sad smirk meets that comment.
"That does make two of us, doesn't it?" he replies, shuffling over to
the pillow and scooping it up again. Then it's on to the couch, where he holds
out his hand -- to demurely offer it to Feste.
"You may want this."
Feste
has no answer for that, apparently. Perhaps because it's only through said
manipulation that he has anywhere to stay... or...
"Thank you," the Fool responds,
curtly, taking the pillow without looking and placing it over that pretty face
of his.
Ahh. The age-old method to keep the fangirls under the bed -- er,
couch -- from leaping out and harming one. Abernathy, obviously not concerned
by such things, settles lightly on the nearer arm of the couch, by Feste's feet, and smirks a little to himself. "Shall I
tuck you in? Tell a bedtime story?" he teases, quietly. You can tell the
man lives with a small child.
Aw. Feste very slowly
pulls the pillow off of his face, and looks over at Abernathy, all the while
grinning like a loon.
"Will you give me a goodnight kiss,
too?"
Well well. That wasn't
quite something Abernathy was expecting, as can be seen from the slight
interrogative arch of one brow. But that does not mean he's necessarily averse,
either. So after a moment's consideration, he slides off the end of the couch
and wanders over to the other end. "Why, I could," he says, still
teasing. "And sing a lullaby, if you asked me nicely enough."
Then, leaning down, he cups a hand under the
Fool's chin and gives him a demure little kiss.
Feste
does his best to wipe that grin off his face, like an unruly child. The pillow
has by this point migrated to his chest, out of the way. "Oh,
a lullaby," Feste murmurs. "I'd ask,
but I might feel obligated to sing back."
We'll be right back after this, the unavoidable
kiss...
"But mother," the Fool whispers, in a
sort whiny, nasal tone, "do I have to go to sleep?"
Abernathy pulls back a few inches, a bit of a
grin on his face. "Oh, but that's the fun of it. And," he reaches up
to rest a finger on the Fool's nose, playfully. "You were the one who was
tired. I am by no means enforcing any sort of bedtime for anyone over the age
of eighteen."
Hm!
Feste shrugs helplessly -- he /is/ tired, dagnabbit. And really is late, according to his internal
clock.
"Oh, well, that's comforting," he
manages through a yawn. Right. Finger
on nose. Feste's red eyes focus in on it
briefly. Haha, cross-eyed. That's kinda weird,
though, considering...
Which means, naturally, Abernathy is keeping him
up. Ha ha! What naughty Abernathy. He leans back a
little further, moving his free hand to ruffle the Fool's hair playfully.
"Of course," he murmurs, "that also means I won't keep you
up." He straightens and tucks his hands behind his back, gazing down at
the Fool on his couch for an introspective moment -- before nodding to some
private thought. "Goodnight, in any case. If you need anything ... " He smirks. "Feel free to ask. I likely won't be
asleep."
Ooh. Hair being touched.
Feste has always had mixed feelings on this topic.
With another involuntary yawn, Feste settles back into the couch, but not before looking
back over at Abernathy.
"Well then, I won't keep you up
either," he replies, with a hint of a smirk. "And... thank you. I'll
yell." Heh heh. Of course, it never occurs
to Feste to wonder why Abby won't be sleeping, the
selfish cad...
Probably just as well. Abernathy would feel bad if he kept Feste up any longer. No, really. Okay, maybe not. But. Either way, he offers the Fool an analyst's salute. "Not a problem." And with that, he turns on his heel and slinks off, deeper into the apartment. And kindly turns off the lights in the main room on his way out. (oo, s'dark and scary!)