(this is a bit of an experiment. Basically, open up something to a bunch of characters (namely you guys) and see what happens, very free form. Kinda like Xstream's Apartment if we're lucky. If not, it just sits here and collects dust. Anyone can post, as long as they stay in the spirit of the game/setting and don't ruin things for everyone else. Above all, have fun with it. )
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It is a grand looking building set in the middle of the city*, obviously restored (and less obviously reinforced) to a classic, yet somehow utilitarian design that stretches up a good ten stories. In fact, if you stand on the roof, you can see the Abamdoned Warehouse district from here, and way over there is the wrong side of the tracks, the (dum dum DUUUUM) bad part of town. Despite the retro style though, the building seems to have very modern wiring, wi-fi, and so forth, not to mention decent parking.
(*- well actually a little off center of the city, since city centers tend to drift over the years. More like "walking distance from the center of the city at a brisk pace, weather permitting..." but I digress).
Over the double doored entrance, a sign made of large polished steel letters set reads "Cybernetic Arms Apartments".
A smaller sign reads "Rooms for Rent, Inquire Within. Pets Allowed. Metahumans Welcome (by order of the Equal Housing Administration) Damage Deposit: Yes"
A figure stands outside the door, reading the sign, holding a suitcase in one hand and a cat carrier in the other.
So here I am... Kicked out of my apartment... And this place is right here... My gut feeling is, I should just keep walking, but maybe I should...(
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 05, 2009, 06:59:31 PMIn fact, if you stand on the roof, you can see the Abamdoned Warehouse district from here,
I vote we continue to refer to it as "the Abamdoned Warehouse district"!)
A shadowy man with a large sword stands on top of the roof of the building, overlooking the abamdoned warehouse district. He's not sure how he got there, but according to the narration he is there.
A short, slender purple man in a jarringly white polo sits behind a desk in the front lobby, fiddling with a pen, the sound of the wi-fi buzzing in his pointed ears. It had been two weeks since he'd started working in the Cybernetics Arms Apartments, and he'd loathed nearly every moment. Still, it was difficult getting work anywhere with his [expletive deleted] appearance. And he got free room and board as long as he stayed, which meant he no longer had to huddle in a dark corner in some abamdoned warehouse.
He saw a man standing inquisitively outside the door and took out the paperwork for an apartment, and the paperwork for pets. Just in case.
Meanwhile, a small group led by a haggard and badly aged Tour Guide was bumbling in delight just a few blocks down the road. The Guide, a gnarled woman whose gaunt face and emaciated frame led to a vulture-like appearance, had once been a professional tap dancer before the oft used phrase 'break a leg' took it's toll, leading to her retirement and subsequent career change. Hobbling with the support of a varnished oak cane to the front of a richly clad, highly elaborate building with decorative arabesques finished with gold leaf, she launched into a highly detailed account of Art Nouveau Architecture.
"And as you can see, the figures themselves are redolent of..."
Trundling along at the back of the group, hands fidgeting with every word, a man with an average frame and slightly below average height tries his best to take in the sight of the building.
"The arches are composed of..."
The man is bored. He is very bored. This has been the fifth Art Nouveau building he has seen today. He knows enough about the arches, the figures, the natural beauty of the building. He's leaving.
"Perhaps the best part of the...
Excuse me... Excuse me, Sir. The tour is not yet finished, if you leave now it will be difficult for you to rejoin us la...Sir?"
By the time her last words had been spoken, the man had turned a corner, which universally, and perhaps detrimentally meant he was not going to return.
"Oh bother." She exclaimed, before continuing with her talk.
The man had been walking for several minutes, getting himself quite lost before finally finding a wall to sit upon and relax for a moment. He had been in this city for only a few days, staying with distant relatives whilst trying to find a place to live. The tour was supposed to be a way of getting to know the sites, learn the ropes and, well, explore. Instead it had been rather tedious, and he was ready to call it a day.
Standing up, he started to walk down the road before, inexplicably, and rather loudly sneezing. A little confused, he looks around in bewilderment. Was there a cat nearby? That was what usually led to such volatile sneezes. Removing a tissue from his pocket, he moved to blow his nose before woefully hearing, from around the bend, the distinct voice of the his tedious ex-tour guide.
Arg!
Darting for the nearest building, almost Purist in it's utilitarian design, he ignores the little sign, the strange people - everything - as he darts for the door.
As the group finally turns the corner, the man is (thankfully) gone.
OOC:
Quote from: Alaric on May 05, 2009, 09:45:44 PM
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Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 05, 2009, 06:59:31 PMIn fact, if you stand on the roof, you can see the Abamdoned Warehouse district from here,
I vote we continue to refer to it as "the Abamdoned Warehouse district"!)
Quote from: Reepicheep on May 05, 2009, 10:00:20 PM
A shadowy man with a large sword stands on top of the roof of the building, overlooking the abamdoned warehouse district. He's not sure how he got there, but according to the narration he is there.
Quote from: Gremlin
And he got free room and board as long as he stayed, which meant he no longer had to huddle in a dark corner in some abamdoned warehouse.
I hate you all. :P
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In Character:
"Hey watch it! Careful there!"The man narrowly avoid bumping into... a talking stack of boxes.
No wait, that's not right.
On second glance, it becomes obvious that there's someone behind all those boxes (which are labeled "Kitchen Utensils", "Towels & Sheets", and "Stuff" in big black marker). That someone is a young brunette woman in a pale yellow sleeveless shirt and brown pants who seems to be determined to take the whole stack in by herself.
She staggers over to the business desk in the lobby and the purple person manning it, balances the load on the edge of the table and produces a very folded and slightly mangled set of papers from her back pocket.
"Here's the last of it, Pet fee and contract, room 312 all signed and dated and everything. Check's in there too -WHOAH!"
She barely manages to catch the top box as it begins to tip. As she does, the lights in the room flicker briefly.
She freezes, gives a small nervous laugh, and adds "So... um.. I can bring my cat in now, right? I don't want to leave her in the car long."
A helicopter flies through the blue sky, for hours and hours on end...until it reaches the Abamdoned Warehouse district. It stops, and a moment later, a rather rotund man sporting a white beard is thrown overboard, whereupon the helicopter promptly flies away. However, this man is not ordinary. He is actually a freak of nature, technically speaking. Because of that, he is able to pick himself up, and notices a sign reading "Cybernetic Arms Apartments". Seeing that he's obviously not wanted in what may soon be his old home anymore, he decides that he'll need a new place to stay, and decides that at this point, a questionable apartment is as good as an unquestionable one. Clad in a red Santa suit, a red Santa cap, and black gloves and boots, he moseys into the apartment seeking residence.
The purple man winces as the brunette walks in. The wi-fi noise bombarding him, normally merely an irritating whine, rose in volume and pitch, bouncing ecstatically throughout his skull. A pity. She's pretty cute, but that infernal noise!
He looks over the papers, nodding quickly, and scribbles something on a couple sheets.
"Absolutely, ma'am. Looks like it's all in order here. Looks like you're in..." He glances through them again. "312. I can show you there and...er, do you need some help getting your stuff up?" He silently prays for a no, so he can get away from the bizarre noise as soon as possible.
As the man in a Santa outfit walks in the door and beelines for the desk, the purple figure rolls his eyes, breathing a heavy sigh. He picks up a phone to call for some quick aid--but finds it's garbled by static. He frowns at the brunette and presses his finger against the frayed length of wire going to the wall. The line clears. He focuses on the number while he's at it.
"Hello, this is Liam at the front desk. I'm gonna need someone to show a tenant to her apartment. And she's got a cat. And, er, don't send any of the robo-suit guys."
The figure swallows hard and looks around himself, grounding himself. He takes in the sights around him- the pigeons on the sidewalk, an abamdoned warehouse vaguely peeping out from between some buildings in the distance, a couple waiting to cross the street, the barbarian on the rooftop, a crushed soda can lying nearby- and comes to a fateful decision. He lifts the suitcase and cat carrier and walks through the door.
He enters the building- a fairly average-looking man wearing a long coat and a hat, pulled down somewhat over his face, hiding his features. Don't know what I'm getting into, here- need to be ready, just in case... A buttoned brown shirt can be seen under the coat, and, strangely, peeping out from under that shirt, a hint of bright green.
He walks up to the front desk, then stops.
Purple. He's... purple.
The hesitation doesn't last long. He smiles, and says, "Hi! Can I get a room?"
From the looks of things, maybe I should have shown up in costume...
The purple man sets the phone down off the hook and turns to the figure before him. He looked just a little too average and the hat obscured his face just perfectly between casual and concealment. Probably another cape. There were a lot of those here. The brunette, for instance, had checked the box for "additional storage"--biz lingo for some kind of hidden compartment for equipment and costumes and whatever. 312's was a sliding wall, if he recalled correctly...that opened to a compartment next to the router.
Fantastic.
"Yes, sir, we've got plenty of available rooms." He grabs the forms he'd pulled out and hands them over. "There's a standard rental agreement, and if you have any questions, just let me know." He turns back to the girl. "Sorry about that. Hold on." He puts the phone back to his ear. The sound of static is the only thing he hears, and he sighs as he reaches for the fray again. Today was going to be a long day.
As the sun set a backdrop , shadows from the tall apartment building slowly covered the abamdoned warehouses. The weary man, the traveling man, baert, walked with the slow steady pace of one who has traversed a great distance, and knows he has much farther to go. The sight of the inn gives him pause however. He rubs his hand over the stubble on his face. The sword on his back his only razor, maybe it was time to rest for a while. This would be his hostel, for the moment.
He steps in, and lets his pack slide to the floor, head down, looking around slowly.
The man finds a seat in the lobby, sitting down to recover his startled disposition. Light haired, he was dressed simply in a grey v-neck t-shirt and a pair of straight-legged jeans held up by some thick, black and white striped braces. Nothing can be glimpsed under his shirt, and you'd best not look under anything else either, for your own sanity.
Oh dear. I definitely almost caused an accident. That woman may be a little annoyed. But really, my mind must be playing tricks. Talking boxes? Ha ha ha... Is that man purple?
He sat and stared particularly curiously at the man at the desk.
I'm just a bit panicked still. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Better sit for a bit longer to compose myself
Just sitting and watching, he witnessed the woman/boxes hand over some forms before saying something about a...contract? Literally a few minutes later, the presence of a respectable looking man in a coat and a ...less respectable man in a Santa Suit further peaks his attention. The man in the coat asked the (still purple) man at the desk about a...room?
A santa costume...? a contract...? a room...? This must be an apartment block!... or a bordello... Excellent. Judging from the amount of people here already, this must be prime real estate! The eccentric proves it!
With that, the man makes a winding path to the desk.
Along the way, he travels between feeling a little bored, a little restless, a little frantic and a little nervous. Odd. At the desk, the man in his coat is still conducting business, so he waits his time to ask about availability. He also chooses to ignore the fact that the man behind the desk is still purple. Too preposterous.
The technical freak of nature waited patiently (or not so patiently...) in line, hoping to speak with the purple...thing. He'd have to think of a better name at some point. He noticed various other figures as well, who must be looking for rooms like himself. He then got bored of waiting, so he took out a candy cane from his sack on his back and started licking it.
Seeing the expressions on the faces looking to the innkeep, Baert decides to speak up.
"He be a demon, fellows, if I be right in me thinking, from the 9th level, ye ken? And his kine adores gold, so hold yer money pouch close. If ye ha' no gold, methinks, with the disparate travelers I sight, we be for sitting in front o' the fire and sharing our stories, canteberry style. Or, you're for cleaning the stables, mayhaps."
Suddenly, a blue- skinned man of slightly exagerated proportions and an apparent lack of style, judging by the garish Hawaiian shirt he's wearing, pops into existance in a bright flash and impressive CGI effects, seemingly from nowhere.
Of course, no one has noticed, since he's apparated into the lobby's public restroom. Chuckling to himself, he instantly made his way over to the farthest stall from the door, and begins frantically digging.
The woman takes a deep breath and visibly relaxes. Coincidentally (or not ;) ), Liam hears the static on the phone clear up.
"Thanks, but I got it," she says to Liam. "Only got a few more things in the car and the movers have the rest, they should be here in an hour. Just send them up if I'm not down here. Name's Lauren," she smiles and holds out her hand in handshake.
Then, she quickly snags the keys from the desk and after rebalancing the stack of boxes, picks it up and starts to go.
The lobby has a few more guests of varying degrees of normalcy since she got here. Of course, she kind of expected this after the last apartment she lived in (after her cat got possessed by some unspeakable evil and the upstairs neighbor's nuclear chill ate through her ceiling for the second time, she'd decided it was time to start looking for new digs) but some unrealistic optimistic side had hoped for something more... mundane.
She stops next to the man in the long coat and hat and cat carrier and says "Awwww... aren't you cute, yes you are" obviously addressing the occupant of the carrier and further proving the Theory of Cat Proximity (http://xkcd.com/231/).
She looks the owner in the face, smiles embarrassed, and says "Sorry. Cat person. Oh shoot, I gotta hurry!"
With that she and the boxes dart off into the waiting elevator (funny, no one remembers seeing anyone push the call button).
In the background, the occasional sneeze is heard from the man in the queue, who has yet to adapt to, nor particularly notice, the presence of the nearby boxed cat.
"Oh, excuse me."
Hearing the ravings of a somewhat crazy man behind him, mentioning 'demons' and 'gold', along with 'Santa' chewing on a candy cane, he decides it's quite alright that he may have spewed a bit of spittle with that last sneeze. Ignoring the disappearance of the woman and her conversation with the man in the long coat, he cleans himself up a little with a tissue.
Leaning around to get a view of the (perhaps vitamin deficient?) man at reception, he asks:
"Will this take long? I need to start looking for a job as soon as possible."
In the meantime, he leans forward from his position in the queue to grab from an assortment of free pamphlets a map of the nearby area, abamdoned warehouse district included.
This would have been much simpler than that tour.
Stepping back into the queue, he may have accidently stood on the foot of the person behind him, but turns forward and hopes it wasn't noticed.
She seemed nice, the man (let's call him Al) thought, completely failing to notice the apparently-autonomous elevator behavior. Seemed a little... hapless, though. He avoided looking directly at the man in the Santa Clause outfit (Much too early for Christmas) as he worked on filling out the forms. Forms... I hate forms... "Um... excuse me... uh... Liam, was it? Could you explain this part here? The part about the Unusual Occurrences Clause? And over here where it mentions about pets- what's the exact policy? And what's this part about a "Sanity Clause"?" He looked apologetic as he asked.
While he heard the oddly-anachronistic speech of the man with the sword, it didn't seem particularly unusual or noteworthy to him. In the back of his mind, he simply assumed that the man was either a performer of some sort or a member of the League for Anachronistic Creativity.
(OOC: that's awesome! ok, i'm forming a group called the League of Anachronistic Activities. who's in?)
Baert looks around for a place to start a fire, so he can sit and tell his story.
"We shall sit then, and tell our stories. I'm looking for the Gray Man, and I will tell you that tale, as to why, what he did to me and mine. I see the firehole, methinks, but there be no wood, and no kettle o'er it. Someone set that and tell your tale afore me, and all be well."
The door bangs open and two more figures walk in. One a large man in along brown leather trench coat, the other a smaller, hyperactive kid with spiky red hair.
:direcub : "Ge DW, I think we found it!"
:direwolf : "yeah, maybe this time we can avoid getting kicked out. Your little escaped with the water heater will *not* be repeated....
:direcub : "Uh, yeah.... I wonder if they have cookies or at least mints?'
:direwolf : "Sigh... go get the bags, I'll see if we can get some rooms."
Quote from: bearded on May 06, 2009, 12:46:10 PM
Seeing the expressions on the faces looking to the innkeep, Baert decides to speak up.
"He be a demon, fellows, if I be right in me thinking, from the 9th level, ye ken? And his kine adores gold, so hold yer money pouch close. If ye ha' no gold, methinks, with the disparate travelers I sight, we be for sitting in front o' the fire and sharing our stories, canteberry style. Or, you're for cleaning the stables, mayhaps."
Liam twitches a little and steels himself against a harsh rebuke. He should be used to this kinda thing by now, really, but it doesn't make it much easier. He keeps his attention on the dead phone and the man leafing through the contracts, glancing nervously at the steadily-lengthening line.
"Hey, everyone, this is...well, a lot busier than we're used to here. But if everyone could just hold on while we get everything taken care of, we'll be with you shortly."
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 06, 2009, 01:35:49 PM
The woman takes a deep breath and visibly relaxes. Coincidentally (or not ;) ), Liam hears the static on the phone clear up.
The wi-fi's erratic whining clears up too, much to Liam's surprise. He dials the back again. "Guys, sorry about that. We have a big line here, and I really need another guy or two to help me out here. And I'm still waiting on someone to show Ms....er..."
Quote"Thanks, but I got it," she says to Liam. "Only got a few more things in the car and the movers have the rest, they should be here in an hour. Just send them up if I'm not down here. Name's Lauren," she smiles and holds out her hand in handshake.
Then, she quickly snags the keys from the desk and after rebalancing the stack of boxes, picks it up and starts to go.
"Right. Well, third floor, down the hall! Welcome to Cybernetic Arms!" he calls after her as she scrambles away.
Great. One down, four to go...Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 06, 2009, 02:42:31 PMLeaning around to get a view of the (perhaps vitamin deficient?) man at reception, he asks:
"Will this take long? I need to start looking for a job as soon as possible."
In the meantime, he leans forward from his position in the queue to grab from an assortment of free pamphlets a map of the nearby area, abamdoned warehouse district included.
"Er, that depends. I can give you some information on the apartments and a standard renter's agreement while you wait, though." He shuffles through the file cabinet and pulls out a pamphlet and some triplicate forms and hands them over. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask me." He leans over to the phone and speed-dials again. "Guys, it's Grem again. I really really need somebody else down here pronto."
Quote from: Alaric on May 06, 2009, 02:51:55 PM"Um... excuse me... uh... Liam, was it? Could you explain this part here? The part about the Unusual Occurrences Clause? And over here where it mentions about pets- what's the exact policy? And what's this part about a "Sanity Clause"?" He looked apologetic as he asked.
"Unusual occurances means...well, if there's something that occurs outside the, er...usual insurance provisions, you know. Normally for things that are caused by a third party that we have no control over. Just eliminates our liability for stuff like that, and gives a guide for how much property damage causes rates and insurance premiums to go up, and how long that lasts. There's more information here," he says, handing over a hundred page or so hastily-bound book that reads "Unusual Occurence: Insurance and Liability Information" and in smaller letters, "Policy revision for 2009."
"Pets are allowed as long as they're kept in your own room, unless you're taking them out for a walk. It's a $50 fine if we find them roaming the halls. It's a $100 fine if you're allowing them to roam the halls, since that's a violation of the agreement. The Sanity clause is...er...complicated liability insurance. Hang on." He ducks underneath the desk and pulls out another book, thicker this time and bound in dark leather and metal clasps, with strange red Arabic script on the front and an almost sinister feel eminating from it. Liam looks at it oddly, shakes his head and puts it back. "Wrong book. Hang on." A little more shuffling and he brings out another book, about as thick but far less malicious, and hands it over. "There you go."
Quote from: bearded on May 06, 2009, 03:47:34 PMBaert looks around for a place to start a fire, so he can sit and tell his story.
"We shall sit then, and tell our stories. I'm looking for the Gray Man, and I will tell you that tale, as to why, what he did to me and mine. I see the firehole, methinks, but there be no wood, and no kettle o'er it. Someone set that and tell your tale afore me, and all be well."
"Sir, the fireplace is for display only. And tenants only. And it's gas."
Quote from: DireWolf on May 06, 2009, 06:27:40 PM
The door bangs open and two more figures walk in. One a large man in along brown leather trench coat, the other a smaller, hyperactive kid with spiky red hair.
:direcub : "Ge DW, I think we found it!"
:direwolf : "yeah, maybe this time we can avoid getting kicked out. Your little escaped with the water heater will *not* be repeated....
:direcub : "Uh, yeah.... I wonder if they have cookies or at least mints?'
:direwolf : "Sigh... go get the bags, I'll see if we can get some rooms."
Sigh...
Six...
As the blue gentleman finishes the hole to who- knows- where, he thinks to himself:
Dag, man, I should totally get a raise for this kind of work.
...
Do I get paid? I can't remember. Oh well, I hope the Waffle House has their "Blueberry- Chocolate Chip Cholesterol Supreme" on sale today. I could totally go for a few of those...
As he continues to talk to himself about waffles, he reaches into his pocket, pulls out an object that resembles a miscolored quarter, and carelessly tosses it in. There is a brief flash of light, then nothing. He quickly replaces the removed floor tile with a sort of trap door, and rigs it to the toilet handle plunger. He then pops out, possibly for lunch.
The phone vibrated harshly against the cold stone floor. It was the second time it had gone off it mere minutes. A large dark hand slammed down hard against its plastic surface, nearly destroying it in the show of obvious annoyance.
"Hello. Yeah, I'll be there in a second. Well then how about you come and fix the plumbing?"
The large wrench suddenly became apparent as the figure maneuvered his way out of the dark sink, his large bat-like ears knocking over various objects. The wrench shone brightly as the filtered sun reflected of of its metallic surface. His dark brown fur added to the contrast. He wore nothing but a white muscle shirt and some blue jeans.
Damn it Grem. I am working here to avoid contact with people. What kind of honey did management lay out for these flies anyway?
His annoyance rose to rage for a split second, but that was enough time for him to destroy his cell phone...again. The man slowly walked to the door, intentionally taking all the time he could. His paced slowed as he found his way to the elevator. It had been five minutes since he first pushed the button, but nothing was happening.
Great. Another problem for me to have to fix.
His slow steps down the stairs were at a steady pace. He cared little for the job, and less for talking to people. But it was the only place that would hire him, and he wanted to gain his money by legal means.
He worked his way around the desk, avoiding eye contact. Finally looking up at the people, he suddenly felt better about himself. And I thought I was a freak...
"Oh, Grem. I'm gonna need another cellphone."
Liam blinked. "Er, alright. Can you help me with passing some more of these leasing forms out? And get some keys ready. Looks like we're gonna need five or six rooms."
After finishing off the candy cane, the Santa doppelganger decided to see who was currently present, since there was not much else to do. He would have taken a walk through the building if there wasn't a chance of losing his spot in line.
What do we have here? A...Gremlin, I guess, a brunette who walked into an elevator moments ago, a man in a trenchcoat who tried not to notice me, a man and his boy, another man, and some bat...thing. I guess. The ordinary being might have been rather shocked by all of this, but this being had been through some strange circumstances of both the mundane and the extraordinary, enough to be mostly unphased. Mostly. The man who spoketh in such strange tongues was of the most interest. For him, it wasn't the looks; it was what's under the hood, and this quacks' engine seemed to be quite fried. Things here would likely get strange as well at some point as they often did, especially with this crew.
Could be fun.
Apartment 312 was empty save the standard major appliances in the kitchen. It felt big at the moment, but Lauren knew the moment she started moving furniture in, it was going to shrink a lot.
She kicked the door shut behind her and carefully set the boxes down on the floor.
A quick inspection revealed it to clean and basically pet-safe and a not very remarkable view of the city (and some guy with a huge sword standing on the rooftops a few blocks away for some reason, possibly for dramatic effect) Satisfied, she nodded to herself and proceeded to pull open the box marked ""stuff", remove a catbed which had a liberal coating of fur, and set it on the bathroom floor.
Just then her cell phone rang.
"H'lo? Oh hey, Ellen... Moving in right now actually..."
She headed out the door, still talking, pausing only to lock it behind her.
"No real trouble so far. Wanted to make sure everything was okay before I brought Kitty up... Oh, it was worse! She's been on edge since I started packing everything up. Took FOREVER to get her in the carrier. I was so frazzled I think I almost shorted out the building. I swear, give me clones any day over a freaked out cat..."
She didn't feel like taking the stairs just yet. With a flick of her mind, she called the elevator from its former target so that it was waiting for her by the time she made her way down the hall.
"Nah, it's fine. I'm going to leave her in the bathroom until the movers are gone, and then she'll have a nice bed to hide under until she gets acclimated... Of course I will... Listen to you! Are you going soft on me Ms dark-and-scary-avenger? Haha ha..."
The elevator doors opened on the lobby and she stepped out.
"Probably order delivery after everything's settled. Might try that Smilin' Buddha's Chinese Soul Food I saw coming in..."
The crowd hadn't abated much, if anything it had gotten bigger.
"...No it goes 'if Buddha ain't happy, ain't nobody happy..."
There was a large, batlike being who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else talking to the purple guy ('Liam', that was his name) who was passing around sheets and sheets of paperwork among what she guessed were perspective renters two of which, the guy with the cat and another man, looked mostly normal...
"...Ugh, no. No. I don't care if they're supposed to be good, I am not ordering the Kung Pao Chitlins..."
The man with the sword was poking at the gas fireplace, and that probably wasn't good. The guy dressed for Christmas was busily giving himself a sugar rush...
"...No. I'm just going to settle in for at least one quiet night, that's al-Oof!"
She looked down. There seemed to be a strangely familiar hyperactive child attached to her leg.
"Hi! Remember me? I'm DireCub," he said brightly.
Lauren looked at him with surprise mixed with a little horror which she tried unsuccessfully to hide behind a forced smile. "Ellen," she said into the phone with an exaggerated calm, "I'm gonna have to get back to you later on that last bit."
She turned off the phone and then addresed the kid," Hi Direcub, didn't expect you here. You can stop hugging me. Now."
"BWAHAHAHAHA!"
An earthshaking explosion is heard coming from somewhere in Abamdoned Warehouse District. A shiny golden metallic form crashes through the wall of one especially rickety building that proceeds to crumble down. The metallic form skids along the alley and crashes into an abamdoned truck, one that hasn't moved in tecades, the sound of metal twisting tears through the air as he finally comes to a stop entangled in the truck's remains. Out of the rubble of the collapsed building a huge brown form emerges, it is obvious upon first glance it isn't human, human shaped perhaps but definitely not human. Whatever it may be is simply too big and too hairy.
"You cannot stop me!"
"Seriously man... shutup... I mean what are you 90 years old? 100? Why don't you retire, seriously retire and I'll just walk away."
"DIE FOOL!"
"HA! I knew it!"
With a burst of speed the hairy humanoid leaps the 100 feet from the rubble to the metallic man extracting himself from the old jalopy in a split second and brings up both his hands over his head to slam them down into the chest of the man of metal. KRONG! A metallic boom echoes out across the area once again shaking the ground.
"You've damaged me irreparably! YOU FOOL! YOU INCOMPETENT FOOL! YOU YOU.... furry... FOOL!"
"RAWRGH!"
The furry being had enough of this banter, especially if he was going to keep repeating himself!
"I'm gonna rip yer head off and beat you with it!"
With that he grasps the cylindrical metallic skull of the metall man and twists then jerks freeing the metallic fellow of his head.
"NEVER WILL YOU DEFEAT ME FOOL! MY FINAL PLOY IS REVEALED! FOOL!"
"Bwa?"
With that final statement the head of the former metallic man pops open revealing a timer, at the same time its body slides open at the chest revealing a very large *insert fancy science fiction word here* bomb.
"HAHA FOOL! HAHA FOOL! HAha foooo...."
The head begans to rattle on and on before powering down.
"Seriously? AGAIN!?!"
Acting quickly he picks up the body and prepares himself. With a great roar he heaves the shiny metallic form into the sky as far as he possibly can manage to get it.
"Heh, when in doubt throw em' into space."
Whether that is a joke or merely an exaggeration is unclear as the bomb explodes nearly 9 seconds later. A brilliant purple flash can be seen cascading across the sky that day. So intense that for a split second it blots out the sun casting a dark purple hue over the entire city, but just like that it turns back in on itself and is gone.
"Geez Grizz you go looking for apartments and end up fighting another whackjob villain. *sigh* I love my life! You know I didn't even catch that ones name, pretty sure it was a clone of the real one or was it always a robot... cause it is ALWAYS a clone or a robot. Bloody rantin' villains got me talking to myself."
Dusting himself off he turns toward the nearby apartment building, bends his knees and with a quick thrust of his legs goes sailing through the air to land across the street from it with a heavy thud. Deciding to walk at the established crossing (for a change of pace) he crosses the street and heads through the double doors. He sniffs the air and notices some familiar scents but he's got other things on his mind.
"I need a room!"
He bellows loudly and roars to follow up his entrance.
"I've got da money so gimme something to sign!"
He thumps his chest and roars again. Then calmly heads toward the front desk to take his place at the back of the line. You'd think he was on a rampage but sadly he's not trying to intimidate, he's just that way, loud... very loud.
"I need a room!"
There was no mistaking that bellow. She'd heard it many times at the old apartment complex, usually right before something amazingly and often accidentally destructive.
"Crud," muttered Lauren under her breath, "Not even one day."
Quote from: Gremlin on May 06, 2009, 07:39:21 PM
"Er, that depends. I can give you some information on the apartments and a standard renter's agreement while you wait, though." He shuffles through the file cabinet and pulls out a pamphlet and some triplicate forms and hands them over. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
"Oh great, thank you kindly", the man said as he took the forms.
Withdrawing a small chequebook pen from his pocket, he began to make notes, jot down details and eventually began to ask himself inane questions in short, ineffable whispers. "Scenic view perhaps?...No Garden... Storage?... Candelabra..."
After a few minutes scribbling, the man felt a slight sense of elation, slight annoyance and slight... exuberance(?) from all angles. Looking up, he saw a bat-like man come into view infront of the desk.
Oh dear, how long was I staring at those forms? Glancing around the room in confusion, he suddenly remembered his folly. He had yet to make contact with his great...great....great grandchildren(?) to let them know of his find.
Rifling through his jean pockets, he pulls out a brick of a mobile phone and begins to text a telegram.
"William STOP Found Accommodation STOP Will Move Out STOP Receive Costs Soon STOP Tour repetitive STOP"
This is probably for the best... It seems like a nice enough living area, and it wouldn't be fair to keep torturing them with my presence. They haven't known me long, but it must be like having a ghost around, I'm sure.
Feeling a slight chill, and a sudden burst of adrenalin, the man turns to see the arrival of...what may look like a giant...bear...man approach the end of the queue - also wanting a room. The man cringes slightly.
What in the world is going on...?A vibration in his hand returns his open eyes to his phone.
"Murray, for the last time, this is a 'text', not a 'telegram'. Look, we told you we would give you enough money to pay for some digs for a few months, but then you're on your own. You've found a place? Good. Then this is the place we will pay for. I will transfer the money asap. Remember how to use the card? No need to return. Best."
As each section of the text arrived, the man became less concerned with the bear, the bat and the purple man, and with mixed feelings prepared to rent a room. Hopefully he may be able to at least get a good view.
Liam shudders at the nauseatingly loud furry thing that has just crowded through the door.
He's been walking around the room, passing out forms and explaining the contractual minutae, and is about to tell the bear man to leave...but hesitates. He knows how hard it is for someone of a...non-hominid normative appearance to find a place to live. He grits his teeth and hands him a contract.
"Don't get too loud," he mutters. "Some people here keep odd hours."
Quote from: Gremlin on May 07, 2009, 04:16:03 AMHe grits his teeth and hands him a contract.
"Don't get too loud," he mutters. "Some people here keep odd hours."
He takes the contract from the purple fellow.
"HAHAHA! Sure thing Barney! I wuv u! Yu WUV ME! We're..."
He begins to sing aloud trying to get others join in but realizes he sings alone then admitting defeat he stops... for now...
"Bah..."
He reaches into his pants pocket and produces a strange writing utensil, it appears to be made of bone... it appears magical in nature... it appears... to be a pen. Most interestingly is that the pen is large enough for his massive furred hands. Muttering to himself to remember random factoids to fill out the form he hurriedly fills it out.
"DONE!"
He reaches for his right wrist and moves some fur aside then presses a button on what appears to be a very large silver watch. It has a blue H logo embedded in the top of it.
"Whatya need fuzzy?" the watch spats out. Interestingly no one else can hear the watch but Grizz those perceptive enough or possessing strong senses might detect the signal it gives off though.
"Send a *M.A.R.M.O.S.E.T. with my stuff please." Grizz replies seemingly to himself.
"Roger roger, ETA is two hours including loading time. HAMSTER out."
"So who do I give this thing too? I know somebody here wants my money!"
*Mobile Armored Robotic Multipurpose Oncall Airborne Supersonic Transport
Al finished filling out the forms, barely noticing the various new arrivals. He handed the completed forms to Liam, then looked around. Things had gotten very busy. This could take a while.
"I need a room!"
He looked up, saw the large, bear-like figure. He smiled.
Well, I'll be-!
He caught himself before he could wave at the man-bear.
Have to remember, I'm not in costume...
...
Meanwhile, outside the building, another man stood, also wearing a long coat and a hat, though noticeably different from those worn by the first man. He held a suitcase in one hand and, in the other, a laptop case. A flash of red peeped out from beneath his shirt, and there was something indefinably unpleasant about the way he smiled as he looked around.
Yes, this will be perfect, he thought. Near the center of town, ideally placed as regards the bad part of town and the Abamdoned Warehouse district... And, best of all, none of those ubiquitous costumed do-gooders would pay any attention to a place like this...
He stepped toward the door.
Quote from: Gremlin on May 07, 2009, 04:16:03 AM
"Don't get too loud," he mutters. "Some people here keep odd hours."
*POP*
"And some people are just ODD!!"
The big, hairy bear-man jumped when he saw the brightly- shirted guy appear from nowhere. Whithout a hitch, the blue man walked up to the counter, where Liam was begining to look exhausted and peterbed.
"Al- righty boss- man, I've changed all the lightbulbs out front, vaccuumed most of the rooms, and even installed that 'wink- wink- nudge- nudge- little- project- we- may- or- may- not- have- talked- about.' Have I done enough work to cover this month's rent, or is there anything else?"
Quote from: The Hitman on May 07, 2009, 01:24:20 PM
Quote from: Gremlin on May 07, 2009, 04:16:03 AM
"Don't get too loud," he mutters. "Some people here keep odd hours."
*POP*
"And some people are just ODD!!"
The big, hairy bear-man jumped when he saw the brightly- shirted guy appear from nowhere. Whithout a hitch, the blue man walked up to the counter, where Liam was begining to look exhausted and peterbed.
Truly Grizz was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the blue man especially when he noticed the shirt.
"Never have I seen so large a smurf...or one with such terrible taste in clothing. Like some sort of technicolor nightmare."
He muttered to himself, somewhat annoyed at being startled. He sniffed around several familiar scents about, then he began to wonder if you had to be of strange coloration to work here but still first things first.
"GRIZZ...HAVE...PAPER...
GRIZZ...WANT...ROOM...
MONEY...GRIZZ...GIVE...PURPLE...MAN..."
Reflexively reaching for his sword, Baert relaxes when he sees no immediate danger. Speaking to the monster itself, "Aye, ye be a bugbear, but ye be tamed. Someone's pet? Freindly bugbear, are ye? Want some food?"
Baert holds out some travel rations, a lump of something that has no discernable type. "Shy, boy? Here ye go." He tosses the foodstuff at the beast, hitting him in the chest before it drops to the ground. "Whilst sorting, I found this." So saying, he pulled out a small bow and a thin stick. Placing the stick in the fire hole, and wrapping the bow around the stick, he proceeded to pull the bow, spinning the stick at a great speed.
"Aye, we'll start a fire in here anow!"
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 07, 2009, 04:40:37 AMHe takes the contract from the purple fellow.
"HAHAHA! Sure thing Barney! I wuv u! Yu WUV ME! We're..."
He begins to sing aloud trying to get others join in but realizes he sings alone then admitting defeat he stops... for now...
"Bah..."
He reaches into his pants pocket and produces a strange writing utensil, it appears to be made of bone... it appears magical in nature... it appears... to be a pen. Most interestingly is that the pen is large enough for his massive furred hands. Muttering to himself to remember random factoids to fill out the form he hurriedly fills it out.
"DONE!"
He reaches for his right wrist and moves some fur aside then presses a button on what appears to be a very large silver watch. It has a blue H logo embedded in the top of it.
"Err...thanks." Liam scampers away when the big bear thing begins to talk to itself.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 07, 2009, 01:24:20 PM
"Al- righty boss- man, I've changed all the lightbulbs out front, vaccuumed most of the rooms, and even installed that 'wink- wink- nudge- nudge- little- project- we- may- or- may- not- have- talked- about.' Have I done enough work to cover this month's rent, or is there anything else?"
"Thanks. Yeah, help me gather up these contracts and initial rent payments, will you? Then help Vamp give everyone a room. Make sure the bear guy has one far away from other guests."
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 07, 2009, 03:45:36 PM
"GRIZZ...HAVE...PAPER...
GRIZZ...WANT...ROOM...
MONEY...GRIZZ...GIVE...PURPLE...MAN..."
"Well, we'll need to run a quick background check, but we should have that stuff cleared up by tomorrow at the very latest. Or...er...we can get it done before tonight." He turns to the oversized Smurf. "You take care of these guys. I'll run this guy through, then we'll..."
Quote from: bearded on May 07, 2009, 04:24:23 PM"Whilst sorting, I found this." So saying, he pulled out a small bow and a thin stick. Placing the stick in the fire hole, and wrapping the bow around the stick, he proceeded to pull the bow, spinning the stick at a great speed.
"Aye, we'll start a fire in here anow!"
"NO YOU WON'T." Liam jumps over and kicks the bow away before anything more than some smoke can come off the wood. "Gas! Tennants! I...ugh. Hang on." He reaches down, pokes the gas tube, and the tiny fire pops into existence. "Okay. Don't play with it anymore, ok?" he says, closing the glass facing. "I don't want anything to burn down."
Baert somberly, sadly looks at the tiny flame. "It be a wee fire. I'll chop some wood for it in a bit. Tho, the trees outside are mighty peculiar looking. No branches, except at the very top."
He looks at the ensemble. What a colorful group. The Grey Man has not touched any of these lives. Not yet.
Reep the Barbarian has lost track of whats going on, so he punches someone around the face.
Wow, glad I don't have his job, Lauren thought to herself after seeing the exchange between Liam and the swordsman.
"Look Direcub," she said carefully trying to pry the hyperactive sidekick off, "I'll talk to you later, but first, there's some stuff I really have to take care of. Um... Hey look, a huge distracting thing!"
"Where?"
Take your pick she added mentally and quickly darted out the front door.
A few minutes later, she returned carefully carrying a cat carrier. Inside a small black and white cat with an expression that was the epitome of "not amused" huddled in a ball of puffed out fur and glared at the chaos going on in the lobby.
Quote from: Reepicheep on May 07, 2009, 08:30:30 PM
Reep the Barbarian has lost track of whats going on, so he punches someone around the face.
"Ahh, so you know the 'Punchy- Punchy' game as well. Well played. You just wait... you won't see me comin'! Hey, you done with your form yet?!"
Quote from: bearded on May 07, 2009, 08:18:53 PM
Baert somberly, sadly looks at the tiny flame. "It be a wee fire. I'll chop some wood for it in a bit. Tho, the trees outside are mighty peculiar looking. No branches, except at the very top."
"This is a gas fireplace. Gas. It doesn't need any wood, ok? I'd turn it higher but it's kind of warm out."
He turns and sees a small hyperactive child running from the brunette with the wi-fi thing to the giant bear guy and cringes. He knows nothing in their interactions will be good, but he can't do anything about it now. The manager was going to tear him a new one if he screwed anything up with so many clients...
Quote from: The Hitman on May 07, 2009, 09:20:57 PM
Quote from: Reepicheep on May 07, 2009, 08:30:30 PM
Reep the Barbarian has lost track of whats going on, so he punches someone around the face.
"Ahh, so you know the 'Punchy- Punchy' game as well. Well played. You just wait... you won't see me comin'! Hey, you done with your form yet?!"
"HEY. No assault and battery!"
Watching the interplay between the swordsman and the purple man; the purple man and the bear-man; and the arrival of a blue man, Murray gets a little lightheaded and very tired. Still sneezing on occasion, he moves to the purple-man whilst he's hopefully available and presents to him his completed forms.
"Thank you for your assistance. I hope I have filled out all the details correctly and that I will be assigned a room as soon as is convenient. If there are any problems, please do let me know..."
Why can I not just get this over with and lie down? This has been a very long day. I should have stayed with the tour. I should have composed myself better. I'm all over the place! Oh dear, I forgot about the deposit.
"Before I forget, how much is the deposit? And would you accept a personal cheque?"
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls forth a chequebook, accompanied by a badly aged black and white photograph which appears to resemble a slightly older version of himself... He quickly returns this to his pocket and returns to the cheque to scribble in the basic details - the signature highly elaborate with a slight pause midway through, as if he is trying to recall something...
A small vain rose by Vamp's left temple as the ongoing chaos ensued. He had never been one for large crowds, especially ones that contained loud bears who's voice was driving him insane.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!"
His chest heaved as he seemingly tried to calm down, but despite this he was waving around his wrench.
"Give your forms to the purple man, then ask for room assignments from the blue man. Got that purple, then blue. For anything else you can come talk to me."
For some reason, his last sentence didn't seem as if it were in a helpful tone. Still heaving, vamp felt his adrenaline and testosterone lower all at once.
What did I just do? Damn it, this is why I work fixing things not with people.
With a sigh of repentance he was ready to open his mouth again.
"Sorry everyone. As you were."
Everyone seems to worry about the bugbear, so Baert passes him a dagger. "Tis passing to arm bears? Or be that agin the rules? The right to arm bears."
"Right. So, I sit me down and prepare me story. Any join me? Whilst I think, mayhaps I will hear other tales. What be ye name, and ye bearing? What bring ye to this?"
He finished the last part of his contract. Feeling accomplishment, he lifted his paper into the air, and said "Hey, purple thing. No offense by the way. Anyways, I'm done here. Do you come to me or do I come to you?" As personal experience showed, it was better to think then to act without hesitation.
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 07, 2009, 10:25:42 PM"Thank you for your assistance. I hope I have filled out all the details correctly and that I will be assigned a room as soon as is convenient. If there are any problems, please do let me know..."
"Before I forget, how much is the deposit? And would you accept a personal cheque?"
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls forth a chequebook, accompanied by a badly aged black and white photograph which appears to resemble a slightly older version of himself... He quickly returns this to his pocket and returns to the cheque to scribble in the basic details - the signature highly elaborate with a slight pause midway through, as if he is trying to recall something...
"The deposit is one month's rent plus a $150 sign-in fee...looks like you're in for a one-bedroom...sooo..." He calculates it quickly in his head and tells the man. "And yes, we do accept checks. Thanks you...Murray. Talk to him...er, we call him H. For your room and key, that is. I'm Liam, and welcome to Cybernetic Arms." He smiles wearily, taking his forms behind the desk.
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 08, 2009, 02:28:59 AM
He finished the last part of his contract. Feeling accomplishment, he lifted his paper into the air, and said "Hey, purple thing. No offense by the way. Anyways, I'm done here. Do you come to me or do I come to you?" As personal experience showed, it was better to think then to act without hesitation.
"I'd prefer to be called by my name. Liam Morrison, thank you. Just give me the forms and the deposit, one month's rent plus $150, and H over there can show you to your apartment."
Quote from: Gremlin on May 08, 2009, 02:51:56 AM
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 07, 2009, 10:25:42 PM"Thank you for your assistance. I hope I have filled out all the details correctly and that I will be assigned a room as soon as is convenient. If there are any problems, please do let me know..."
"Before I forget, how much is the deposit? And would you accept a personal cheque?"
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls forth a chequebook, accompanied by a badly aged black and white photograph which appears to resemble a slightly older version of himself... He quickly returns this to his pocket and returns to the cheque to scribble in the basic details - the signature highly elaborate with a slight pause midway through, as if he is trying to recall something...
"The deposit is one month's rent plus a $150 sign-in fee...looks like you're in for a one-bedroom...sooo..." He calculates it quickly in his head and tells the man. "And yes, we do accept checks. Thanks you...Murray. Talk to him...er, we call him H. For your room and key, that is. I'm Liam, and welcome to Cybernetic Arms." He smiles wearily, taking his forms behind the desk.
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 08, 2009, 02:28:59 AM
He finished the last part of his contract. Feeling accomplishment, he lifted his paper into the air, and said "Hey, purple thing. No offense by the way. Anyways, I'm done here. Do you come to me or do I come to you?" As personal experience showed, it was better to think then to act without hesitation.
"I'd prefer to be called by my name. Liam Morrison, thank you. Just give me the forms and the deposit, one month's rent plus $150, and H over there can show you to your apartment."
He performed a short leap, landed in front of Liam's desk, and reached into his sack, pulling out the the adequate amount of money. "Here you go, Purp--Liam. The forms and the payment." After paying the fee and handing in the forms, he leaped over to the blue freak and held up a finger. (Not the middle finger of course.) "Room please."
Quote from: vamp on May 07, 2009, 11:47:40 PM
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!"
"Whoa V, I didn't know ya had it in ya!"
The blue gentleman quickly walks over to the visibly ill man and grabs his bags.
"Geez, guy, you don't look so hot. Know what you need? One of ol' Vinnie's World Famous Egg Sammiches..."
The purple one shoots him a cold stare, the bat- like one feverently shakes his head.
"...Maybe later on the sammich. Let's see- single room, western orientation... Room 711. Now I normally don't do this, but I can see you might need a little help with your stuff. Grab on, this'll only take a sec."
The blue man takes a second to ready himself, then shouts.
"I'll be back for you, Santy Claus! Don't put me on the naughty list yet!!"
*POP*
And with that, the two were gone.
(just to speed things up a bit, I'll assume that Al has dealt with the payment and everything and has received a room and key by now)
Upstairs, Al stood in front of his new door looking around. He noted that each door was surmounted by a coat of arms- looked like cybernetic tentacles under either a gear or a robotic hand- hard to know which- in which was inscribed a Greek kappa. He put his suitcase down, juggled the cat carrier- from which some impatient meowing had begun issuing- to his other hand, and tried the key. It worked.
He stepped inside, finding a small apartment- a small living area, a small bedroom (complete with a small bed- the only piece of furniture already there), a small kitchen (with refrigerator and oven), and a bathroom. He let the cat out of the carrier, opened the suitcase, and got out a couple of bowls, filling one with water. He pulled a small bag of cat food out of the suitcase as well, pouring some into the non-water-filled bowl. Then, after placing both bowls on the kitchen floor, he pulled out a small litter box- wrapped in plastic, which he discarded- and small bag of litter out, and set the box up in the bathroom.
Once he was done serving the cat's needs, he sat down on the bed, let out a sigh, and lay back for a moment, still wearing his coat.
It had been a long day.
The cape was a little uncomfortable under his shirt, though.
Meanwhile, downstairs, the newcomer walked into the building. So focused was he on his scheming that he failed to notice the unusual nature of the people around him. He walked up the the desk, and said, "Lackey! I require service! NOW!"
When an annoyed Liam turned to look at him, the man added, "I need an apartment, you subhuman gargoyle!"
Quote from: The Hitman on May 08, 2009, 03:26:49 AM
Quote from: vamp on May 07, 2009, 11:47:40 PM
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!"
"Whoa V, I didn't know ya had it in ya!"
The blue gentleman quickly walks over to the visibly ill man and grabs his bags.
"Geez, guy, you don't look so hot. Know what you need? One of ol' Vinnie's World Famous Egg Sammiches..."
The purple one shoots him a cold stare, the bat- like one feverently shakes his head.
"...Maybe later on the sammich. Let's see- single room, western orientation... Room 711. Now I normally don't do this, but I can see you might need a little help with your stuff. Grab on, this'll only take a sec."
The blue man takes a second to ready himself, then shouts.
"I'll be back for you, Santy Claus! Don't put me on the naughty list yet!!"
*POP*
And with that, the two were gone.
Before Murray could say a word otherwise to the quickly-spoken, blue man known as 'H', he found himself with a *POP* outside his new abode. Feeling his stomach turn, he looked at the man in Hawaiian shirt with a pale, slightly noxious look on his face. His right hand moved quickly to his mouth, whilst his left motioned to the door.
Trying to hold onto some form of dignity, he mumbles desperately through closed lips something which may sound like "Moo moo mave mhe mey?", subsequently miming an unlocking motion with his left hand.
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 08, 2009, 11:40:51 AM
Trying to hold onto some form of dignity, he mumbles desperately through closed lips something which may sound like "Moo moo mave mhe mey?", subsequently miming an unlocking motion with his left hand.
"A key? Why would I need a key, I can just pop in and ou...Oh boy."
A look of desparation came over the pale man's face.
"Oh boy... okay... okay... hold on a sec, let me see..."
The intrepid azure avenger
(good one, eh?) reaches into his pocket and produces a large ring of keys of varying shapes and sizes.
"Okay... front door, back door, side door, doggie door, The Doors, work closet, play closet, Abamdoned Warehouse... here we are! Room 711!!"
As soon as the colored- shrited one unlocks the door, the weary traveller runs in and slams the door.
"Alrighty, if you're good, your key'll be at the front desk"
He thinks for a moment, then exclaims, "Oh no! I left Santy Claus down there! No presents for me this year for sure!" and *POP*s back down to the lobby.
"What the...?"
Direwolf reached up and rubbed the spot between his eyes, right where his black mask covered. It hadn't been a good morning. After the fact, he'd been able to figure out what had happened. It was the souvenir Direcub brought back from the last battle with some of Mister Mechanical's latest creations. He's stored it by the water heater in the basement of the brownstone, in what DC called his "Secret lair" (made out of packing crates and some very well worn sofa cushions in a range of clashing color schemes). The thing had been some sort of assembler seed. Direwolf had ended up fighting the reconstructed heating system as well as the boiler. Direcub had to contend with the water heater. The poor kid hadn't taken it well.
Now he had a stack of forms to fill out just so they had a place to stay and the purple guy with the pointy ears kept getting distracted. Having Grizz bellowing (or talking at his usual tone, it was hard to tell the difference) sure didn't help.
Direwolf concentrated on trying to fill in on the blanks in the application form. It was tough to know who to list for 'references'
"Safe bet Silver Scarab wouldn't be a good one, though the way my luck is running, I'll bet she or Doc Manbot, turns out to be my wacky room mate, " he muttered.
He passed over the more or less completed forms, and then realized that Direcub had disappeared.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 08, 2009, 05:09:08 PM
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 08, 2009, 11:40:51 AM
Trying to hold onto some form of dignity, he mumbles desperately through closed lips something which may sound like "Moo moo mave mhe mey?", subsequently miming an unlocking motion with his left hand.
"A key? Why would I need a key, I can just pop in and ou...Oh boy."
A look of desparation came over the pale man's face.
"Oh boy... okay... okay... hold on a sec, let me see..."
The intrepid azure avenger (good one, eh?) reaches into his pocket and produces a large ring of keys of varying shapes and sizes.
"Okay... front door, back door, side door, doggie door, The Doors, work closet, play closet, Abamdoned Warehouse... here we are! Room 711!!"
As soon as the colored- shrited one unlocks the door, the weary traveller runs in and slams the door.
"Alrighty, if you're good, your key'll be at the front desk"
He thinks for a moment, then exclaims, "Oh no! I left Santy Claus down there! No presents for me this year for sure!" and *POP*s back down to the lobby.
"What the...?"
Noticing that the weird one was back, the rotund one took action. "Ahem, sir, I understand that the argument between Liam and the rather rude jerk is quite fascinating, but can you please help me out here?"
Grizz makes a mental note to bathe after having the food thrown at him. His next thought is... Bugbear? I've been called a lot of things but bugbear that is a new one, gonna have to chat with D&D knockoff later if just to see if he is crazy or the real deal. You never know in this business.
He walks over to the purple man... err... Liam....
"So how much longer till we get all this cleared up so I can move in? I'd like the biggest room you have available, economy sized doesn't really work as an option for me. Also do you have rooftop access or should I have the M.A.R.M.O.S.E.T. just land at ground level?"
Grizz feels a strange tugging on his pants after handing off his forms to pur...Liam. He glances down at his leg.
"Ayes? Oh... you..."
Grizz looks down to see a very very excited direcub attached to his leg. While he didn't dislike Direcub he didn't wish to be stuck alone with him for an extended period of time either, he just hoped that the very strange boy hadn't ran away again. Reaching down and gently patting him on the head and hoping he didn't get bit he then asked.
"Please... please tell me you are here with DireWolf. DW come get your boy, sidekick, entourage, lackey... thing... PLEASE?!"
Just then he realized that the child that was attached to his leg was gone... and that his belt pouch was a bit lighter. Pausing a moment to check he breathed a sigh of relief that his wallet felt intact. Glancing around he tried to see if DireWolf was around or if he could spot Direcub anywhere, then another realization came to his mind.
"OH man... what did I pack in here today... was it explosives? Random gadgetry... this could be bad... of course with him an electric toothbrush could blackout a city!"
Quote from: Alaric on May 08, 2009, 03:28:06 AMMeanwhile, downstairs, the newcomer walked into the building. So focused was he on his scheming that he failed to notice the unusual nature of the people around him. He walked up the the desk, and said, "Lackey! I require service! NOW!"
When an annoyed Liam turned to look at him, the man added, "I need an apartment, you subhuman gargoyle!"
Liam stops where he is standing, hunched over the growing stack of forms. He slowly stands and turns to the voice.
"Sub...human?" His eyes have narrowed to thin green slits as he takes a step towards the man. "Subhuman?" His lips part to reveal sharp teeth tightly clenched together. "I have been called a freak. A demon. A monster. And perhaps that is true. I'm not human anymore. But I am NOT less of a person because of it." Standing next to the man now, his short stature is forgotten with his sudden transformation into something feral, intense, terrifying. "Do you really have the inmitigated GALL to come into this complex and not only insult something I have no control over, but tell me that you're %^&*ing BETTER THAN ME BECAUSE OF IT?"
A deep growl comes from his throat.
"Get out of this building."
With a slight smirk, Vamp came from behind the desk and put his hand on Liam's shoulder.
"This falls under my category of 'anything else'". He began popping all his joints in an effort to intimidate the rather rude man. His eyes, usually an abysmal of black, turned into a glowing yellow. He openly bared his teeth as he snarled at the man.
"I'm going to give you ten seconds to get out of here. Unfortunately for you us subhumans can't count very well; I started counting ten minutes ago."
Quote from: The Hitman on May 08, 2009, 05:09:08 PM
As soon as the colored- shrited one unlocks the door, the weary traveller runs in and slams the door.
"Alrighty, if you're good, your key'll be at the front desk"
Emerging from the bathroom a few minutes later, Murray's introduction to his new room was not what he'd expected. However, having shared quite an intimate time with the once-vacuous sink basin he was quite pleased that, though small, the facilities weren't terrible. In fact, he remembered with a grimace, the water pressure was quite powerful.
My word it was good to get away from that gaggle of a group. Some people are far too full of energy.He rubbed his temples, now much lighter and far less confused.
Looking around, he saw the basic necessities he expected. In fact, he found it quite grand in its simplicity. Though not elaborate, and seemingly looking out over a...moderately derelict area of the city... the windows let in a grand amount of light. Simple.
A little more furniture would be good, and I may be able to ask for some financial aid from William, if I am lucky. I do need a job though. I should start looking today, but I am quite tired. Perhaps I should collect my key before...Mid-thought, his stomach rumbled angrily.
Food would probably be wise... but maybe I should give it a while. I hope some of the crowd has dispersed by now...On the cusp of his last thought, Murray left the noble accommodation of 711 and took the elevator to return to the lobby.
However, amidst the sound of elevator jingles, he felt his heart speed up a little at every floor. His head got heavy again, he started to get extremely anxious, and he felt his nails digging into his hands in an oft practiced attempt at keeping calm. With each floor he felt a little worse for wear.
Floor 3: He sweats profusely.
Floor 2: He bites his lip with effort.
Floor 1: He paces the elevator whilst scowling.
Ground Floor:
As the door opens with a 'ding', Murray stands, barely composed and highly disheveled, taking in the full sight of the 'feral, intense, terrifying' once-purple-man along with an equally snarling man-bat.
"...Key?"
The word is virtually inaudible, escaping his mouth in a whimper.
"Do you really have the inmitigated GALL to come into this complex and not only insult something I have no control over, but tell me that you're %^&*ing BETTER THAN ME BECAUSE OF IT?"
Lauren cringed. If this were the old west, the streets would be clearing and shutters would be slamming shut all over the place.
"Hang on Kitty," she murmured to the carrier, "We'll see if we can avoid this."
With that, she hurried across the lobby keeping as wide a radius as she could from the pending blowup. She did manage a quick "Hello" wave to direwolf and Griz (please don't let him be the upstairs neighbor, my ceiling couldn't take it last time), though she wasn't sure if they saw her and...
"What is he doing? Is he nuts?"
The man in the grey v-neck and jeans that she'd seen earlier was timidly approaching the pending altercation with a questioning look on his face. He didn't look well, he was pale and sweat was starting to bead on his skin.
Without breaking stride, she caught his arm as she passed on her way towards the elevator, and tried to gently lead him out of harm's way.
"May not be a good idea to bother them now," she quietly told him, "they look really busy."
"On second thought, why don't we see how this affair plays out?" As he predicted, things did get strange, and this probably wouldn't be the last time, or the only kind of strange. Observing the situation, he noticed that Liam and the brown bat creature were threatening the man in the red shirt, who had started this little stand-off. They were only creatures and things on the outside though. The true monster here was that man. You don't be to be a human to be human, and you certainly don't need to be a human to be a monster. As for the situation at hand, it looked like Liam and the bat creature could handle it, so he went to the side of the wall near the elevator, but stayed there in case things got out of proportion. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a tyke holding some sort of device darting off to who-knows-where, but that wasn't important right now.
Quote from: Gremlin on May 08, 2009, 09:19:03 PM
Quote from: Alaric on May 08, 2009, 03:28:06 AMMeanwhile, downstairs, the newcomer walked into the building. So focused was he on his scheming that he failed to notice the unusual nature of the people around him. He walked up the the desk, and said, "Lackey! I require service! NOW!"
When an annoyed Liam turned to look at him, the man added, "I need an apartment, you subhuman gargoyle!"
Liam stops where he is standing, hunched over the growing stack of forms. He slowly stands and turns to the voice.
"Sub...human?" His eyes have narrowed to thin green slits as he takes a step towards the man. "Subhuman?" His lips part to reveal sharp teeth tightly clenched together. "I have been called a freak. A demon. A monster. And perhaps that is true. I'm not human anymore. But I am NOT less of a person because of it." Standing next to the man now, his short stature is forgotten with his sudden transformation into something feral, intense, terrifying. "Do you really have the inmitigated GALL to come into this complex and not only insult something I have no control over, but tell me that you're %^&*ing BETTER THAN ME BECAUSE OF IT?"
A deep growl comes from his throat.
"Get out of this building."
Grizz hears the exchange... he is not pleased. He doesn't roar... he doesn't growl... he just walks up behind the man very slowly and deliberately with determination. Once he is behind the man he will look down at him, and then he will roar ferociously. If the man doesn't move at the sound of the roar he will attempt to grab him by his head and throw him through the door that leads back outside.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 08, 2009, 05:09:08 PM
"What the...?"
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 08, 2009, 08:37:34 PM
"Ahem, sir, I understand that the argument between Liam and the rather rude jerk is quite fascinating, but can you please help me out here?"
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 09, 2009, 02:41:12 AM
"On second thought, why don't we see how this affair plays out?"
"What? Oh, no, I was just looking at this plant. When did we get a ficus?"
The blue one eventually caught on to what was going on in the room, though.
Somethng has to be done... I really don't want to have to repair the lobby... again. Liam will calm down, he usually does, but Vamp... man, that guy's got some anger management issues. And that bear- guy doesn't look too stable. Yes, someone has to do something...
...
... Nah, I'd rather just enjoy the show.
Note to self, for future reference: don't use the super-villain speech patterns unless I'm in costume.
The unpleasant man mentally rebuked himself as he gazed at Liam with a look of utter shock on his face.
Then, the roar came.
The man visibly jumped, then turned and saw what was looming over him.
"Oh! Uh... I'm sorry. This... uh... must be the wrong address..."
He quickly turned, and hastily made for the exit.
By the voiceless palatal fricative! This place is crawling with metahumans!
Quote from: Alaric on May 10, 2009, 02:00:56 AMThe unpleasant man mentally rebuked himself as he gazed at Liam with a look of utter shock on his face.
Then, the roar came.
The man visibly jumped, then turned and saw what was looming over him.
"Oh! Uh... I'm sorry. This... uh... must be the wrong address..."
He quickly turned, and hastily made for the exit.
Liam stared at the man as he jogged out. Then he turned to Vamp and Grizz, scowling.
"I appreciate the aid, but it was unnecessary. Thanks." He turns to the rest of the lobby.
"Okay, who still hasn't filled out their forms? Vinnie? Vamp? Hand out some room assignments. And don't..." he turns, leaps over the desk, grabs a key, and tosses it in a wide arc towards the man whimpering in the elevator. He turns back to Vinnie. "...assume everyone can teleport."
Baert starts laying out his bedroll. "I'm for the common room, as I'm short on gold."
Quote from: bearded on May 10, 2009, 02:44:31 AM
Baert starts laying out his bedroll. "I'm for the common room, as I'm short on gold."
"That's against safety regulations, sir. You can't sleep in the...er, common room."
Even after the man left Vamp's face still had a glower to it. In fact, it seemed that he looked even angrier than before. He turned his back to Liam as he walked towards the elevators.
"It had nothing to do with you, I just wanted to pick a fight."
Why did I give a damn about him? I'm not supposed to care. Not after what happened last time. Not after her.
"I have a few things to go fix, but it looks like you guys can handle yourselves anyways."
As he walked by the man in the grey v-neck, he glared harshly at him. He didn't know why he did so, but regardless of how hard he tried to scowl at the man he felt his face giving off a strange sadness.
Never...again...
Outside, in the shadows, unseen by any, across the street, a figure stood, waving his fist in the direction of the building. He has shed his outer clothing, and stood fully costumed. He wore a black mask covering his entire head save his eyes and lower face. The rest of his costume was form-fitting black, with red trunks, red flared gloves and boots, a red capitol "K" on his chest, an elegant red devil-style cape, and a dark red belt with a bright red "K" for a belt buckle.
"I swear, by all the unholy, unpleasant sounds which can spit forth from a mouth with a closed upper vocal tract, I will take my revenge for this humiliation! The building known as the Cybernetic Arms Apartments will be the first target to feel the wrath of... the Crimson Consonant!"
Quote from: Alaric on May 10, 2009, 03:27:46 AM
"I swear, by all the unholy, unpleasant sounds which can spit forth from a mouth with a closed upper vocal tract, I will take my revenge for this humiliation! The building known as the Cybernetic Arms Apartments will be the first target to feel the wrath of... the Crimson Consonant!"
(OOC: BWAHAHAHA! Crimson consonant? Oh man now that... is funny...)
Grizz pays no mind as Liam glares at him, though he is a bit saddened he didn't get to toss the man through the door. Grizz will walk over to Vinnie and ask him a question.
"So papa smurf I gave Barney over there the forms and it sounds like you are my hook up for a room? Gonna need probably the biggest you got, and no paying extra is not a problem mostly because I really don't have a choice."
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 09, 2009, 02:24:06 AM
Without breaking stride, she caught his arm as she passed on her way towards the elevator, and tried to gently lead him out of harm's way.
"May not be a good idea to bother them now," she quietly told him, "they look really busy."
Not particularly aware of the intervention, Murray moved with stiff limbs under the guidance of the woman-with-cat back towards the elevator, his forehead furrowed and covered with a thin glaze of sweat.
Quote from: Gremlin on May 10, 2009, 02:11:07 AM
"Okay, who still hasn't filled out their forms? Vinnie? Vamp? Hand out some room assignments. And don't..." he turns, leaps over the desk, grabs a key, and tosses it in a wide arc towards the man whimpering in the elevator. He turns back to Vinnie. "...assume everyone can teleport."
Naturally he missed catching the keys as they skidded with a jingle across the floor, hitting the wall next to the elevator doors. Slowly, with the exit of the odd man from the lobby, the tension in the room began to subside, and he felt more able to collect his thoughts.
Moving from the safety of the elevator in the manner of an automaton, he slowly reached down to pick up the keys from the floor before turning around to witness a still-angry man-bat walking past him to the elevator.
Quote from: vamp on May 10, 2009, 03:22:26 AM
As he walked by the man in the grey v-neck, he glared harshly at him. He didn't know why he did so, but regardless of how hard he tried to scowl at the he felt his face giving off a strange sadness.
Though Murray received the glare full on, he seemed a little spaced-out still to notice the harshness of the gaze. He flinched slightly, but that may have been more of an automatic response than anything else.
As the man-bat moved into the elevator, Murrays face dropped to the keys in his hand, and his eyes lingered intently on the glimmering metal. His head low, he began to collect itself, though occasionally his face adopted elements of the man-bat's own slightly saddened scowl.
As his head began to clear, a thought popped into his mind:
Fresh air...
Quote from: Gremlin on May 10, 2009, 02:59:04 AM
Quote from: bearded on May 10, 2009, 02:44:31 AM
Baert starts laying out his bedroll. "I'm for the common room, as I'm short on gold."
"That's against safety regulations, sir. You can't sleep in the...er, common room."
"Thou'rt a man, then. 't'sright, I do listen, and I do learn." Baert clasps his forearm. "Take not all I say in seriousness. I know they be not trees, to chop and throw to the fire. Lightning rods, aye? But I do need a fire, despite the warmth in the air..." His look turns haunted, and distant, so that Liam knows he is not really looking at him anymore. "In Hel, the snow burns, and the Grey Man steals away all your warmth, all ye care for...Well, enow, when I find him agin, I shall see if his heartsblood is grey." He grins and is back. "Mayhap I can earn my keep. A story, or sweep your stables. Ye need a security force?" He pats his sword, releasing the man's arm.
It seemed that all turned out well, for now. He went back to the blue freak.
"I think we can get to my room now. Can you please lead the way?"
Well, that ended rather anitclimatically, Vinnie thought. I was certain Vamp'd pop that guys head off. And not pop as in *POP* but pop as in... y'know... dead.
The blue man turned and faced two quite large beings both in search for the same thing: a room. From what he could tell, he was dealing with Santa and actor John Goodman.
"Well, hello gents, I 'reckon you'd all like a room, huh?
...
Right, southern accent doesn't suit me. Mr. Goodman, first off, I'd like to say that King Ralph is one of my all- time favorite movies. OK, you need a big room for a not- so- big cost... Room 421 it is then. Hope you don't mind heading up there yourself:"
He leans in and whispers,"I'm trying to get on Santy Claus' good side. I need a new Action Jackson action figure!"
The blue one leans back, giving the hairy one a key.
"I'll be up in a few to make sure you've settled in nicely. Al- righty, Santy, can I call you 'Santy?' Well Santy, I think we have a room a room that would work out great. Room 222. Grab your bag and let's head up."
Lauren shook her head; there was something very wrong about that guy in the V-neck and hopefully it's not contageous. Subconsciouly she wiped her free hand on her jeans as she stepped into the elevator. Well, at least he hadn't ended up a casualty. And it was time to bring Kitty to her new home anyway.
Quote"I have a few things to go fix, but it looks like you guys can handle yourselves anyways."
With that, the bat-like... maintenance man (custodian? dang, what was the term these days) glared at the sickly fellow and stomped into the elvevator with her. He reached over to push a button, noting that the three was already lit, and the doors slid shut.
A tinny version of "The Girl from Ipanema" played over the elevator's muzak system*.
"Um... Hi," said Lauren brightly.
(*-no prize for those who get the movie reference)
Quote from: The Hitman on May 11, 2009, 01:31:23 PM
Well, that ended rather anitclimatically, Vinnie thought. I was certain Vamp'd pop that guys head off. And not pop as in *POP* but pop as in... y'know... dead.
The blue man turned and faced two quite large beings both in search for the same thing: a room. From what he could tell, he was dealing with Santa and actor John Goodman.
"Well, hello gents, I 'reckon you'd all like a room, huh?
...
Right, southern accent doesn't suit me. Mr. Goodman, first off, I'd like to say that King Ralph is one of my all- time favorite movies. OK, you need a big room for a not- so- big cost... Room 421 it is then. Hope you don't mind heading up there yourself:"
He leans in and whispers,"I'm trying to get on Santy Claus' good side. I need a new Action Jackson action figure!"
The blue one leans back, giving the hairy one a key.
"I'll be up in a few to make sure you've settled in nicely. Al- righty, Santy, can I call you 'Santy?' Well Santy, I think we have a room a room that would work out great. Room 222. Grab your bag and let's head up."
Yes. Time to get moving. He grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and asked "Are we going by stairs or elevator?"
Quote from: The Hitman on May 11, 2009, 01:31:23 PM
Right, southern accent doesn't suit me. Mr. Goodman, first off, I'd like to say that King Ralph is one of my all- time favorite movies. OK, you need a big room for a not- so- big cost... Room 421 it is then. Hope you don't mind heading up there yourself:"
He leans in and whispers,"I'm trying to get on Santy Claus' good side. I need a new Action Jackson action figure!"
The blue one leans back, giving the hairy one a key.
Grizz just shrugs and replies...
"While I am rather proud of King Ralph my personal favorite is Arachnophobia."
He takes his key and looks over at the elevators.
Hrm... they don't look very big and I don't wanna take the stairs. He heads over to Liam to ask a quick question but notices he is rather busy and just decides to head outside instead. He heads out the front door and takes a few steps back. Looking up he notices a few balconies dotting the side of the building.
"Ok I reckon that would be about the fourth floor or so..."
Grizz bends his knees and leaps straight up aiming at what he hopes is a fourth floor balcony. He overshoots just a little and reaches out to grab the edge of the building being careful not to damage it, with a quick shove he changes his momentum and lands without incident on the balcony. The balcony however does give a slight groan as he settles his weight down. Taking a moment he peers into the room and begins to knock on the glass.
"HELLLOOOOO? ANYBODY IN THERE? I didn't feel like taking the stairs. I live here on this floor now at least I think it is this floor, room 421. C'mon already!"
He keeps repeating this until whoever the apartment belongs to opens up, to emphasize the fact he lives there he takes out his apartment key and begins jingling it with this free hand while continuing to knock with the other. He also attempts to smile politely to appear as harmless as possible... however considering the four VERY prominent canine teeth on display in that smile among other assorted fangs & molars the effect may not be beneficial to appearing harmless let alone friendly.
Fresh air... Fresh air would be good.Slowly raising his head, Murray automatically turned to check the surrounding area. The entrance hall was remarkably sparse considering the amount of oddities who had assembled earlier. He tried to recall exactly what had happened. Had there been a cat-woman? A man with a bat? He was not particularly sure. His limbs were tense with the sudden build up and dispersal of adrenalin, and when he faintly touched his brow, his fingers felt a carpet of perspiration.
Straightening up, he slowly made his way outside to sit on any available ledge or step he could find. A thin wheeze of a breeze was enough to cool his skin, slowly drying him and clearing his mind.
How embarrassing. I haven't acted like that in public
for quite some time. I should not have dared come downstairs - not following such a busy day, and in the company of some particularly... volatile characters.His mind drifted as he stared with absent eyes at the floor of the street.
After a few minutes, he took from his pocket the brick of the phone and once again began to text William.
Quote'Dear William. Thank you for your assistance. Have signed for the accommodation. Will begin moving in soon, though have little to move in. Will search for vocational work in the morrow. My thanks also to Rosalind. I hope to visit sometime in the future.'
He considered writing about his evening, but decided he was estranged enough from his relatives, and did not wish to strain their relationship further.
I wonder if they will write. His thought was distant, and whilst not forgotten he seemed almost detached from the answer he suspected. With effort, he pulled himself to his feet and automatically began to lumber back to his room. He was no longer particularly hungry.
His eyes no longer emanated the bright yellow glow as they did earlier. Even his usual anger was replaced by a pensive gloom. Vamp reached forward to press the level four button. As he did so he noticed the 3 was glowing.
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 11, 2009, 02:08:25 PM
"Um... Hi," said Lauren brightly.
While his insides jumped, his outward appearance stayed as stiff as ever. It wasn't so much the shock of another person on the elevator, but the slight resemblance this women bore with her.
"Hi," He replied, his tone noticeably softer than usual.
Giselle. Hi to you too.
Al suddenly sat up, as a thought struck him.
Grizz was downstairs! I'd better take... precautions... I'm pretty sure I saw a store on the corner across the street...
He got up quickly, made sure he had his wallet and his key on him, and rushed for the elevator.
Quote from: vamp on May 11, 2009, 11:38:49 PM
His eyes no longer emanated the bright yellow glow as they did earlier. Even his usual anger was replaced by a pensive gloom. Vamp reached forward to press the level four button. As he did so he noticed the 3 was glowing.
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 11, 2009, 02:08:25 PM
"Um... Hi," said Lauren brightly.
"Hi," He replied, his tone noticeably softer than usual.
"So.. you're the repair guy around here? Just curious." Lauren made a vague gesture to the wrench he was still holding
"
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 12, 2009, 01:02:47 AM
"So.. you're the repair guy around here? Just curious." Lauren made a vague gesture to the wrench he was still holding
"Yeah... I'm just good with hands I guess."
As he said this he suddenly became aware of the pain in his hand. He had been gripping the wrench so tightly in earlier that blood began to trickle down his hand. He quickly hid his left hand behind his back, trying not to cause anyone to worry.
Liam poured through the forms, checking the signatures and making sure everything was filled out properly. There was quite a few errors, especially on "Grizz's" forms. That probably wasn't even his real name...ick. The ones that were ready to go he filed in the proper locations. He put the other ones in the review section. He'd fill in the locations later today, once things had settled down a bit.
He sat back behind his desk and popped a can of coke as he poured over the forms, circling in red anything that needed to be fixed.
"Hellooooo? It is starting to rain..."
He continues knocking on the window and jingling his keys while smiling. At this point he has been out there a while, it isn't about avoiding the stairs anymore; he is simply determined to not alter his course of action. Unwilling to admit defeat Grizz continues.
I WILL WIN! I just hope whoever lives here isn't on vacation.
"I'm still here... c'mon already! GET UP! You're not there are you? I'm starting to talk to myself, that is a bad sign. I'll buy you a pizza...c'mon! Helllooooo?"
Sadly Grizz has yet to even bother checking if the balcony glass is open.
Quote from: vamp on May 12, 2009, 01:19:45 AM
"Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 12, 2009, 01:02:47 AM
"So.. you're the repair guy around here? Just curious." Lauren made a vague gesture to the wrench he was still holding
"Yeah... I'm just good with hands I guess."
As he said this he suddenly became aware of the pain in his hand. He had been gripping the wrench so tightly in earlier that blood began to trickle down his hand. He quickly hid his left hand behind his back, trying not to cause anyone to worry.
"That's... that's good. My name's Lauren."
They call me Glitch Girl with good reason, you poor sap, she added mentally.
The door dinged.
"My stop," said Lauren. "Nice talking too you," she added as she stepped out into the hall. "Might want to get that hand looked at."
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 11, 2009, 08:38:16 PM
Yes. Time to get moving. He grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and asked "Are we going by stairs or elevator?"
"Well, I just kinda assumed you'd want to take the fireplace, but it looks like it's being manhandled by that D&D guy over there at the moment, so... uhh-"
He looks over at the elevator, noticing it is occupied by Vamp, Sicky McGee, and that chick that make tech freak out.
Yeah, that may not be the best place to be, Vamp gets pretty territorial. And I don't want Santy Claus to get sick, 'cause then I'd have to take over his shift this Christmas, and "I don't wanna be Tim Allen!!"The blue one pauses for a moment.
"I said that last part out loud, didn't I?"
Another pause.
"Stairs it is then!"
As the unlikely duo make there way up the stairs, Vinnie begins asking questions.
"Do you feed your reindeer beans as a means for propultion? Are the elves just midget dock workers wearing Spock ears? Have you considered leaving tiny solar pannels for the bad kids, since everyone is so worried about all that "Green" malarky? What do you do for the other 364 day out of the year? What's the deal with the time you were captured by martians (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Claus_Conquers_the_Martians)?"
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Quote from: Alaric on May 10, 2009, 03:27:46 AM
"I swear, by all the unholy, unpleasant sounds which can spit forth from a mouth with a closed upper vocal tract, I will take my revenge for this humiliation! The building known as the Cybernetic Arms Apartments will be the first target to feel the wrath of... the Crimson Consonant!"
"Da, that is the planningk I vas having on this day as vell."
The supervillian of syllables tuned to see a mammoth of a man, possibly Russian, wearing what looked to be a bright red bodysuit, made to replicate fish scales. A helmet sporting a dorsal fin adorned his head. He also had a very lagre, unkempt beard.
"For I am De
RED HERRINGK!!! And the owners of dis, what you people say... establishment, vill rue de day that they refuesd to accept my apartment contract based on my list of certified references!!"
Grizz falls asleep. A ringing in his ears wakes him up.
"What are you doing?"
"Hurrrr...?"
"I'm trying to get in..."
"That isn't your room is it?"
"Nooooo.... whyzzat?"
"You've lept on to some strangers balcony and are attempting to get inside? WHY???"
"Cuz... umma... SHADDUP!"
"Hey... you're sposed to be a robot! Why you talking?"
"It isn't... you have the HAMSTER transponder on your wrist remember? Cell phone, interstellar communicator (only in supported dimensions with Hi End interstellar WiFi), etc."
"Oh..."
"The M.A.R.M.O.S.E.T. has been hovering right beside you for about 20 minutes. It shot some nonlethal rounds at you but that only made you start scratching yourself and begin what sounded like... well I don't really want to relive that actually. So fur brain where do you want your stuff?"
Grizz rubs his eyes and realizes his defeat. After nearly two hours whoever lives there isn't home and probably would have called the police anyways. He stretches out a bit and rises to his feet. The M.A.R.M.O.S.E.T. hovers about 10 feet away, it is a large oblong ship of mostly blue color with white highlights. A large H logo is emblazoned on the hood that appears to be the front of the vehicle, a cockpit with two chairs is clearly visible inside. The cockpit is a more conical shaped area with a much large rounder area seemingly attached to it like the thorax of a giant bumblebee. Their is almost no discernible sound other than a slight rippling noise in the air. It is about the size of a bus.
"Take us to the roof and unload there. I'll carry it down or hopefully find a freight or service elevator to use."
Grizz leaps onto the top and the craft then grabs to handholds attached to the top. There are even some straps attached for any more prolonged flights among other devices. I could have rode inside but this is more fun.
Within twenty minutes Grizz finds himself alone on the rooftop with three large shipping containers, and one very large motorcycle. He looks around the rooftop and spots a what appears to be an elevator and a door. There might be something else but that is all there is he can see. He heads over to them and finds them... locked...
For just a single instant he very seriously considers crying. He looks down at his watch and presses a few buttons. The phone at the front desk of Cybernetic Arms begins to ring.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 12, 2009, 02:21:06 PM
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 11, 2009, 08:38:16 PM
Yes. Time to get moving. He grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and asked "Are we going by stairs or elevator?"
As the unlikely duo make there way up the stairs, Vinnie begins asking questions.
"Do you feed your reindeer beans as a means for propultion? Are the elves just midget dock workers wearing Spock ears? Have you considered leaving tiny solar pannels for the bad kids, since everyone is so worried about all that "Green" malarky? What do you do for the other 364 day out of the year? What's the deal with the time you were captured by martians (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Claus_Conquers_the_Martians)?"
"Um, well..." It seemed that the rather nice attendant has mistaken him for the original 'Big Man', which wasn't out of the question since he shared the same attire. He would have to get out of costume ASAP. In the meantime, he didn't want this man who bore no ill will to him to mistake him for 'Santy', though he had no desire to tell the whole story at this time. "How about this? I can't say everything, but would you like to hear the abridged version?"
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 12, 2009, 06:41:06 PMFor just a single instant he very seriously considers crying. He looks down at his watch and presses a few buttons. The phone at the front desk of Cybernetic Arms begins to ring.
Liam answers. "Cybernetic Arms Apartments, this is Liam speaking, how can I help you?"
Quote from: Gremlin on May 12, 2009, 11:44:35 PM
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 12, 2009, 06:41:06 PMFor just a single instant he very seriously considers crying. He looks down at his watch and presses a few buttons. The phone at the front desk of Cybernetic Arms begins to ring.
Liam answers. "Cybernetic Arms Apartments, this is Liam speaking, how can I help you?"
"This is Grizz, you know big fuzzy loveable? Anyways I'm on the roof with my stuff I got it dropped off, and well the doors up here are all locked. Can I have someone come up here and let me in? Also there a freight or service elevator up here or only the regular one, I got quite a bit of stuff to take down and having a larger elevator'd be nice if not that's fine. One last thing while I have you on the line, is there a parking garage for this building specifically? Need a place to put my bike if not I'll just keep it in my room."
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 13, 2009, 03:18:19 AM
Quote from: Gremlin on May 12, 2009, 11:44:35 PM
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 12, 2009, 06:41:06 PMFor just a single instant he very seriously considers crying. He looks down at his watch and presses a few buttons. The phone at the front desk of Cybernetic Arms begins to ring.
Liam answers. "Cybernetic Arms Apartments, this is Liam speaking, how can I help you?"
"This is Grizz, you know big fuzzy loveable? Anyways I'm on the roof with my stuff I got it dropped off, and well the doors up here are all locked. Can I have someone come up here and let me in? Also there a freight or service elevator up here or only the regular one, I got quite a bit of stuff to take down and having a larger elevator'd be nice if not that's fine. One last thing while I have you on the line, is there a parking garage for this building specifically? Need a place to put my bike if not I'll just keep it in my room."
"...ok. Um. You're not allowed on the roof. That's in the contract, that you're not going to be in the off-limits areas. I'll...well, I'll come get you. Hold on."
Liam sets a "Back in 15 minutes!" sign on the front desk and jogs up the eight flights of stairs to the roof, keys jingling. Finally, panting, he undoes the door to the roof.
"Now, let's see your...stuff." He glances at the large pile. "...huh. Well. I can get Vinnie to teleport that, I think. And we do have a parking garage. Renting a parking space is an additional fee...er. We'll get this sorted out soon."
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 12, 2009, 08:49:25 PM
"How about this? I can't say everything, but would you like to hear the abridged version?"
"Sure thing, Santy!"
(Sorry, I'm not much in a goofy mood today. Hopefully this moves the story along enough, and I'll have something good tomorrow.)
He asked for it.
"You see, once upon a time, in a magical land known as the North Pole, where it was usually downright frigid, there was a gigantic workshop invisible to the average eye that still stands today. In this workshop, a jolly old soul, St.Nick himself, created toys with the help of his beloved elves, and on Christmas day, gave them to all the little girls and boys whom's names hadn't been slapped onto his naughty list. However, some of the elves had no life, and in their spare time, invented new, experimental 'toys'. One such device was meant to harness the power of laughter and create an energy source that could power Santa's sleigh for all eternity. Santa volunteered to be the first to put his laughter to the test, and the elf that designed the device agreed, seeing as how Santa's laugh was, and still is, one of the best in the world. However, the elf accidentally spilled some coffee on it during a late night's work, so that when the device was used, a different effect occurred. A being that looked just like Santa came into existence, that had great power. (And no great responsibility.) At first though, this Santa look-alike was someone you downright wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. Now, this is the abridged version, so...a bunch of stuff happened, he became a much better person in the midst of all of those going-ons, and he ended up here, talking to a blue man leading a Santa look-alike to a room. You get my drift?"
By time this story was finished, the two had made it to the room.
The man behind the register looked at Al. "Having a party?"
"Something like that," Al responded as he picked up the shopping bag.
Let's see... Two bags of peanut butter cups, a bag of chocolate kisses, and two bite-sized mixes... Not sure whatwould be most effective, but hopefully that will cover it, somewhere...He headed back toward the building.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 12, 2009, 02:21:06 PM
"Da, that is the planningk I vas having on this day as vell."
The supervillian of syllables tuned to see a mammoth of a man, possibly Russian, wearing what looked to be a bright red bodysuit, made to replicate fish scales. A helmet sporting a dorsal fin adorned his head. He also had a very lagre, unkempt beard.
"For I am De RED HERRINGK!!! And the owners of dis, what you people say... establishment, vill rue de day that they refuesd to accept my apartment contract based on my list of certified references!!"
The Crimson Consonant glared at the fish-dressed interloper. "This over-wordy vengeance monologue is MINE!", he exclaimed, posing dramatically. "You think YOUR puny angry overreactions can match MINE, Mr... uh, Herringk, was it? We'll see if you still feel that way once you have faced the sheer, tedious
terror that is...
my origin story!!!!!!
"Once, I was but a faceless bureaucrat, toiling away within the layers of red tape which cushion the unsuspecting world from the small-minded forces that truly rule. I was good at my job- very good. I had personally quadrupled the time it would take any would-be driver to get a license. I had added three new forms to all insurance claims. I had originated a new meaningless, wasteful process so complex that it is still spoken of in hushed tones by those who were my superiors. But I longed for more. I longed for recognition, for some advantage to myself out of all my skill. And, the utter tedium, the banality of my life was weighing heavily upon me.
"Well do I remember that fateful meeting- I found my eyes blurring, unfocusing as I strained to hear the words. I couldn't concentrate. My eyes fell randomly upon the red, glaring "No Smoking" sign overhead- I absently stared at the letter "K", lit by red light, and in that hypnotic glow my thoughts began to coalesce. Surely, bureaucracy had undrempt of potential, as the cause for so many of mankind's ills. No force could stand against it, properly harnessed. Why should I not attempt to use it to achieve power- power and recognition?
"But not as my old self. I had been a faceless, forgettable bureaucrat- I could barely remember my own name, it was so forgettable. No- with that blazing, red "K" shining in my eyes, I began to develop a new identity for myself- one worthy of my evil talents. And thus- the Crimson Consonant was born!"
OOC: ...Alaric, you dastardly fiend.
Meanwhile, a fat man in a red suit was riding in a flying sleigh, guided by eight reindeer. The console in the sleigh read "Destination: Abamdoned Warehouse District". There was an awful lot of fire-power stored in the back...
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 12, 2009, 02:04:39 PM
"That's... that's good. My name's Lauren."
They call me Glitch Girl with good reason, you poor sap, she added mentally.
The door dinged.
"My stop," said Lauren. "Nice talking too you," she added as she stepped out into the hall. "Might want to get that hand looked at."
"Nice talking to you too", he said. "My names....." He went quiet and let the doors close in front of him.
Walking back through the lobby, Murray glanced a sign reading 'Back in 15 minutes!' sitting comfortably on the reception desk. He was feeling a substantial amount better since he took in some fresh air, and was especially glad that the once-popular area was now so empty.
Making his way to the elevator, Murray reached for the button but withdrew sharply before even touching the surface.
Maybe it would be best to stretch out the joints a little... and probably avoid elevators for a while. How embarrassing.
Then again... 7 floors was it?
He started walking, and regretted his decision almost immediately.
Quote from: vamp on May 13, 2009, 09:19:34 PM
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 12, 2009, 02:04:39 PM
"That's... that's good. My name's Lauren."
The door dinged.
"My stop," said Lauren. "Nice talking too you," she added as she stepped out into the hall. "Might want to get that hand looked at."
"Nice talking to you too", he said. "My names....." He went quiet and let the doors close in front of him.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
But the doors had already closed.
"Oh well, guess I'll get it later," she shrugged and with that, took the cat carrier and it's unhappy occupant to their new home.
...
The black and white cat cautiously emerged from her boxy confines and sniffed around. The tail swished back and forth a few times as she studied the new environs, which happened to be the bathroom. She crept over to the bowl of food Lauren had just set down, sniffed at it disdainfully and stalked over to her bed, curled up, and glared.
"Well, excuse me, Miss Picky," said Lauren, " but that's all there is. Now the movers should be here soon, and as soon as they're gone, you can check out the rest. But this is going to be a whole lot quieter than the last place. At least I hope-."
A loud "BOOM" from somewhere outside the apartment shook the floor.
"-so. Ah crud, now what?"
(sidenote: no I have no plans for the boom. Go to town folks)
Quote from: Gremlin on May 13, 2009, 07:11:42 AM
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 13, 2009, 03:18:19 AM
Quote from: Gremlin on May 12, 2009, 11:44:35 PM
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 12, 2009, 06:41:06 PMFor just a single instant he very seriously considers crying. He looks down at his watch and presses a few buttons. The phone at the front desk of Cybernetic Arms begins to ring.
Liam answers. "Cybernetic Arms Apartments, this is Liam speaking, how can I help you?"
"This is Grizz, you know big fuzzy loveable? Anyways I'm on the roof with my stuff I got it dropped off, and well the doors up here are all locked. Can I have someone come up here and let me in? Also there a freight or service elevator up here or only the regular one, I got quite a bit of stuff to take down and having a larger elevator'd be nice if not that's fine. One last thing while I have you on the line, is there a parking garage for this building specifically? Need a place to put my bike if not I'll just keep it in my room."
"...ok. Um. You're not allowed on the roof. That's in the contract, that you're not going to be in the off-limits areas. I'll...well, I'll come get you. Hold on."
Liam sets a "Back in 15 minutes!" sign on the front desk and jogs up the eight flights of stairs to the roof, keys jingling. Finally, panting, he undoes the door to the roof.
"Now, let's see your...stuff." He glances at the large pile. "...huh. Well. I can get Vinnie to teleport that, I think. And we do have a parking garage. Renting a parking space is an additional fee...er. We'll get this sorted out soon."
"Alrighty we'll work out all the fees and stuff later. Vinnie is a pretty handy fellow, he is the blue guy right?"
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 14, 2009, 01:13:15 AM
A loud "BOOM" from somewhere outside the apartment shook the floor.
"What was that?"
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 14, 2009, 05:50:42 AM
"Alrighty we'll work out all the fees and stuff later. Vinnie is a pretty handy fellow, he is the blue guy right?"
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 14, 2009, 01:13:15 AM
A loud "BOOM" from somewhere outside the apartment shook the floor.
"What was that?"
Liam ran over to the edge of the roof and looked down. There, on the street below, was a black orb with a large wick sticking out of the sides, and for some reason, arms, legs and a head. He held a large burlap sack at his side and pulled out a smaller orb. A zippo lighter and the wick was on. The orb hurled it against the side of the building, cackling insanely.
"...what."
"Phew!"
Murray wiped his brow as he took another step closer to the seventh floor. Though physically he was not in bad shape, he was definitely tired from the events of the day.
Just three more steps to go.Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 14, 2009, 01:13:15 AM
A loud "BOOM" from somewhere outside the apartment shook the floor.
"What in...?"
Mid-step, Murray turned around wildly to see what had made the noise. The floor shook, and being balanced on the ball of his foot, he lost balance and, quickly grabbing the banister, sank to the floor.
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 13, 2009, 02:02:38 PM
He asked for it.
"You see, once upon a time, in a magical land known as the North Pole, where it was usually downright frigid, there was a gigantic workshop invisible to the average eye that still stands today. In this workshop, a jolly old soul, St.Nick himself, created toys with the help of his beloved elves, and on Christmas day, gave them to all the little girls and boys whom's names hadn't been slapped onto his naughty list. However, some of the elves had no life, and in their spare time, invented new, experimental "toys". One such device was meant to harness the power of laughter and create an energy source that could power Santa's sleigh for all eternity. Santa volunteered to be the first to put his laughter to the test, and the elf that designed the device agreed, seeing as how Santa's laugh was, and still is, one of the best in the world. However, the elf accidentally spilled some coffee on it during a late night's work, so that when the device was used, a different effect occurred. A being that looked just like Santa came into existence, that had great power. (And no great responsibility.) At first though, this Santa look-alike was someone you downright wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. Now, this is the abridged version, so a bunch of stuff happened, he became a much better person in the midst of all of those going-ons, and he ended up here, talking to a blue man leading a Santa look-alike to a room. You get my drift?"
By time this story was finished, the two had made it to the room.
The blue one thought hard for a moment.
"... So, I'm not getting an Action Jackson deluxe action figure with kung- fu grip for Christmas, then?"
Of course, Vinnie was well aware that the jolly fat man was not Santa, but then, Vinnie always liked 'playing dumb.' He felt it gave him an advantage in certain situations.
...
And it was fun as all get out.
"Well, here's you room, Not- Santy. Uhh..."
He shuffled around his pockets for a minute, then produced a crumpled up piece of paper, and began reading it.
"ThankyouforchoosingtheCyberneticArmsApartmentsMynameisVinnieIfthereisanysituationthatwouldrequiremyassistancepleasedonothesitatetoaskJustcallthefrontdesk-"
*GASP*
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 14, 2009, 01:13:15 AM
A loud "BOOM" from somewhere outside the apartment shook the floor.
"Hmmm... I hope that's not one of mine."
The be-Hawaiian shirted man deftly reached back into his pockets, this time pulling an impressive- looking futuristic blaster, with the words 'Lil' Zappy' engraved on the hilt.
"This looks like a job for... well, for a guy like me, and possibly a few other folks!! You comin', Pere Noel?"
(I may not be on again until late tomorrow, so if anyone need my guy to do anything to progress the story, go ahead and write it! No worries!)
Al was walking back toward the building, clutching a shopping bag, when he heard the exlosion- or, rather, when it nearly knocked him off his feet.
That wasn't just some truck or something...
Without a moment's hesitation, his practiced eye glanced around quickly, finding a likely safe spot to change and hide his outer clothing. This looked- er, sounded- like a job for...
The lights in the elevator flickered as a large boom shook the building.
What is going on out there? Don't tell me it is that bear-man again. No, that shockwave was way too big for even him to cause.
Vamp listened intently, using his enhanced hearing as his eyes outside. He heard a strange laughter from the street outside the building. He quickly lifted a panel revealing a retina scanner. The elevator went black as a large light scanned Vamp's eyes.
"Welcome Vamp. Please enter your storage code." A small keypad jaunted out of the wall. After he finished typing a series of numbers, the elevator began to move again. Unlike normal however, its was moving in a horizontal path. The ding notified Vamp that the elevator had come to a halt. Its doors opened revealing a small closet that contained a brown costume.
I've been in a bad mood all day. Lets hope this guy can fight.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 14, 2009, 10:46:55 PM
The blue one thought hard for a moment.
"... So, I'm not getting an Action Jackson deluxe action figure with kung- fu grip for Christmas, then?"
Of course, Vinnie was well aware that the jolly fat man was not Santa, but then, Vinnie always liked 'playing dumb.' He felt it gave him an advantage in certain situations.
...
And it was fun as all get out.
"Well, here's you room, Not- Santy. Uhh..."
He shuffled around his pockets for a minute, then produced a crumpled up piece of paper, and began reading it.
"ThankyouforchoosingtheCyberneticArmsApartmentsMynameisVinnieIfthereisanysituationthatwouldrequiremyassistancepleasedonothesitatetoaskJustcallthefrontdesk-"
*GASP*
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 14, 2009, 01:13:15 AM
A loud "BOOM" from somewhere outside the apartment shook the floor.
"Hmmm... I hope that's not one of mine."
The be-Hawaiian shirted man deftly reached back into his pockets, this time pulling an impressive- looking futuristic blaster, with the words 'Lil' Zappy' engraved on the hilt.
"This looks like a job for... well, for a guy like me, and possibly a few other folks!! You comin', Pere Noel?"
(I may not be on again until late tomorrow, so if anyone need my guy to do anything to progress the story, go ahead and write it! No worries!)
It seemed that the situation had gotten even stranger. It might be time to once again bring out the dukes. "Of course I'm coming! Nothing better to do anyway."
"Then let's go, Santy-dupe!"
He was getting rather tired of the nicknames. "Fine by me, Stretch!"
They headed down to the lobby.
"Stay put Kitty," said Lauren as she closed the bathroom door and headed for the window. Looking out she didn't see anything at first until
WHA-BOOM!
There was another explosion directly below her. Something was hurling bombs at the front entrance and that something looked like a large version of a cartoon bomb, one of those round black ones with the hissing fuse, except this one had limbs.
"You have GOT to be kidding me."
She sighed. "All right, let's go see what we're dealing with."
Lauren headed for the door, but paused by the box marked "Stuff" again. She peered at a leather jacket and mask that was near the top of the contents within, shook her head and muttered "Maybe later" before exiting the apartment, locking it behind her, and made a b-line for the stairs.
"Cease your destructive rampage of rampaging destruction, evil explosive device! You are no match for the vowelish might of... the Verdant Vowel!"
The living bomb turned at the sudden, dramatic voice. A costumed figure with the green "A" on his chest stood in an exaggerated heroic pose, away from the building. His voice, pose, and expression exuded confidence to a ridiculous degree.
Maybe I can bluff him, or at least get him to throw those bombs somewhere where innocent bystanders are less likely to be hurt..., were his far-less-than-confident thoughts...
Grizz walked over the ledge of the building, the layed down and pulled himself over the edge to get a good view of what going on below.
"Woah, that is certainly different... reminds me of a Megaman villain, wait didn't he seriously fight Bomb-man?"
He continues to watch,
This is just wild, there's a bunch of other folks around; I think I will just watch for a bit before getting involved. It'd also be fun to see what these other supery types in this place are capable of. He settles himself down comfortably and notices a familiar figure heading toward the Bomb thing.
Quote from: Alaric on May 15, 2009, 03:14:24 AM
"Cease your destructive rampage of rampaging destruction, evil explosive device! You are no match for the vowelish might of... the Verdant Vowel!"
The living bomb turned at the sudden, dramatic voice. A costumed figure with the green "A" on his chest stood in an exaggerated heroic pose, away from the building. His voice, pose, and expression exuded confidence to a ridiculous degree.
"Asking him to stop... classic... man I can't believe even he just said... no wait I take that back..."
Hrmm... I should probably help not sure what Verdant Vowel can do against a giant bomb. You can't really punch it, wait... what can I do against a giant bomb? Punch it even harder? I think I'll just keep watching then, well until things get really bad at least.
The two of them got down into the lobby, to see a rather interesting site.
"There's Verdant Vowel. I've heard of him before, but I've never actually met him in person. I don't presume you have?"
"Beats me!"
He couldn't tell if he was playing dumb again or actually being serious, and just raised his right eyebrow. "I think out of the corner of my eye I can see--behind Verdant...Sweet Christmas!"
There was was a walking bomb with stringy limbs that looked like something out of Megaman. Seemed to be more from Megaman Battle Network then the regular franchise.
"Let's just wait for a bit, Mister..."
"Vinnie!"
"Let's just wait for a bit, Vinnie. If Verdant Vowel needs help, or does hardly anything, then we'll move out."
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 16, 2009, 01:32:33 PM
"Let's just wait for a bit, Vinnie. If Verdant Vowel needs help, or does hardly anything, then we'll move out."
"Nuts to that! I smell a 'World- Class Team- Up' on the horizon. Cover me, Santaman!"
And with that, the stallward loon lifted into the air, and brandished his blaster again.
"Oh, and when I'm on the job, call me
The Hitman. Sounds cooler! Let's do this like Brutus!"
The Hitman launches himself at the biomechanical bomb- blasting behemoth... at a suprisingly slow pace.
Note to self, need to get Anti- Gravity Socks tuned upVinnie pulls the trigger, releasing a energy beam purplish- blue in hue. As he soes this, he makes sound effects with his voice, for added dramatic effect.
"BUZZ! BUZZ! POW! ZAP! KABLOOSH! SHAZAM! KRAKKADOOM!!!"
However, the blast didn't seem to phase the machine one bit.
"Hmm... so no on the 'Cosmic Rays' then. OK, I'll try something else in a minute. Anyone have an idea in the mean time?"
He covered his eyes as he walked out into street wearing his all brown costume. The shadow casted by his hands showed his glowing eyes. His eyes were different this time though. they had trace of anger or gloom to them, they were as cold as death.
"Yeah, I have a few ideas, but most of them shouldn't be done with some many women and children around. So I guess for this, I could use some help. I'll go left, you go right. At his size and in such a small area, he has nowhere to run."
He slowly looked over at the bomb shaped man.
"Your little show has caught my attention and moved me to action. Because you have drawn me out from the shadows, your defeat is assured. COME!"
Running towards the man, Vamp quickly took to the roofs in order to avoid the explosives being thrown. He had the power to back up his words, but was he willing to use it?
I sure hope Hitman does something. This won't end well with out some support
Liam watched from the roof, horrified at the...roundish bomb thing. The two superheroes running towards it didn't help matters, either.
Good Lord...is that Vamp? Why does he even NEED a costume?
OOC: Bomb guy isn't mine. I have no clue who he is or what he's doing. You wanna control him go nuts.
Quote from: vamp on May 18, 2009, 03:15:04 AM
"Your little show has caught my attention and moved me to action. Because you have drawn me out from the shadows, your defeat is assured. COME!"
"Haha! Wow, was manbat actually womanbat and sire offspring with Verdant Vowel?"
Grizz is very much enjoying the show so far. He is very glad he has decided to sit this one out if possible. An idea comes to him though.
"Hey Liam I got some food in one of these crates? Want me to grab a couple chairs & snacks so we enjoy all this?"
Grizz thinks for a second, then decided maybe he should lighten the mood a bit while he is at it.
"Hey it could be worse man, I could be down there too! Hrmm... I think I just insulted myself.... meh... so beer or soda?"
Grizz heads over to one of the crates opens it and begins rummaging inside for a couple of VERY heavy duty portable chairs he has, along with any snacks that Liam may want. If Liam doesn't want anything he'll just get a couple chairs and snacks for himself.
Quote from: Alaric on May 15, 2009, 03:14:24 AM
"Cease your destructive rampage of rampaging destruction, evil explosive device! You are no match for the vowelish might of... the Verdant Vowel!"
The living bomb turned at the sudden, dramatic voice. A costumed figure with the green "A" on his chest stood in an exaggerated heroic pose, away from the building. His voice, pose, and expression exuded confidence to a ridiculous degree.
The bomb's eyes narrowed as he withdrew another bomb and prepared to hurl it at the green-lettered guardian.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 16, 2009, 04:42:49 PM
The Hitman launches himself at the biomechanical bomb- blasting behemoth... at a suprisingly slow pace.
Note to self, need to get Anti- Gravity Socks tuned up
Vinnie pulls the trigger, releasing a energy beam purplish- blue in hue. As he soes this, he makes sound effects with his voice, for added dramatic effect.
"BUZZ! BUZZ! POW! ZAP! KABLOOSH! SHAZAM! KRAKKADOOM!!!"
However, the blast didn't seem to phase the machine one bit.
"Hmm... so no on the 'Cosmic Rays' then. OK, I'll try something else in a minute. Anyone have an idea in the mean time?"
The bomb seemed startled at the new attack, harmless as it was.
Quote from: vamp on May 18, 2009, 03:15:04 AM
He covered his eyes as he walked out into street wearing his all brown costume. The shadow casted by his hands showed his glowing eyes. His eyes were different this time though. they had trace of anger or gloom to them, they were as cold as death.
"Yeah, I have a few ideas, but most of them shouldn't be done with some many women and children around. So I guess for this, I could use some help. I'll go left, you go right. At his size and in such a small area, he has nowhere to run."
He slowly looked over at the bomb shaped man.
"Your little show has caught my attention and moved me to action. Because you have drawn me out from the shadows, your defeat is assured. COME!"
Running towards the man, Vamp quickly took to the roofs in order to avoid the explosives being thrown. He had the power to back up his words, but was he willing to use it?
The bomb looked quickly at the three figures closing on him, seeming momentarily confused. He looked down at his hands. Then, an evilly-crafty look came across his features. Laughing, he suddenly pulled out two more bombs, in addition to the one he already held, and with a single motion, using both hands, attempted to hurl a bomb at each of the three simultaneously.
The Vowel ducked quickly. Fortunately, the bomb wasn't able to get much accuracy with his attempted three-way throw; the emerald alliterator saw the bomb which had been hurled in his direction explode harmlessly in the air.
Thinking quickly, he struck another heroic pose and said, "Hah! Your diabolical device couldn't penetrate my verdant force-field!"
After the three bombs had been thrown, it closed it's eyes and cackled with glee--only to open them again, and look down at what seemed to be two black mitts grabbing it's side. It then looked right in front of it's self, and saw a big face with a white beard. The face then smirked. "Sorry, but the blue guy's failure to zap your black mass forced my hand, or should I say, hands?" He then proceeded to chuck the bomb straight-up into the air at great speed. "ALL RIGHT PEOPLE! IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG, LAUGH! TRUST ME ON THIS!" After spouting that proclamation, he unleashed a large beam of purple-ish energy at the bomb-thing, straight from his open mouth. Oddly enough,a sound of devilishly distorted Santa-ish laughter came from the beam.
OOC: You people decide what happens after this.
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 18, 2009, 04:28:00 AMAfter spouting that proclamation, he unleashed a large beam of purple-ish energy at the bomb-thing, straight from his open mouth. Oddly enough,a sound of devilishly distorted Santa-ish laughter came from the beam.
Liam stared at the Santa-man with wide eyes as his terrifying laughter made certain he wouldn't be sleeping that evening...
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 18, 2009, 04:28:00 AM
After the three bombs had been thrown, it closed it's eyes and cackled with glee--only to open them again, and look down at what seemed to be two black mitts grabbing it's side. It then looked right in front of it's self, and saw a big face with a white beard. The face then smirked. "Sorry, but the blue guy's failure to zap your black mass forced my hand, or should I say, hands?" He then proceeded to chuck the bomb straight-up into the air at great speed. "ALL RIGHT PEOPLE! IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG, LAUGH! TRUST ME ON THIS!" After spouting that proclamation, he unleashed a large beam of purple-ish energy at the bomb-thing, straight from his open mouth. Oddly enough,a sound of devilishly distorted Santa-ish laughter came from the beam.
OOC: Hope no-one minds if I give this bit a whirl.
Again startled beyond belief, the bomb found himself in mid-air as a large beam of purplish-energy emitting a hideous noise flew in his direction. Pulling his head and limbs into his body in a tortoise-like gesture, he seemed to be trying to spin in the sky...
The beam suddenly hit, but with the result being that the creature ricocheted in an awol direction, his rotund body now a cannon-ball as it span haphazardly into the side of a nearby building. Amongst the debris, a slow, hacking cackle could be heard.
However, whilst some of the heroes watched the smoke settle, others saw that the beam itself had not been completely ineffective... the burlap sack had been severed from the bomb-barded villain, causing several explosive devices to begin raining down from the sky...
"Oooh! This is too cool!"
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 18, 2009, 08:48:40 AM
... causing several explosive devices to begin raining down from the sky... [/color]
"Hmmm... what to do, what to do..."
*POP* *POP* *POP* *POP*
The Hitman suddenly reappeared on the ground, holding all of the previously- mentioned bombs.
"Some days you just can't get rid of a bomb," Vinnie said in a particularly poor Adam West- esque voice.
He then stuffs them into his pants pockets, seemingly disappearing.
"Heh heh... these'll come in handy later!"
The Azure Avenger then leisurely walks up to the rest of the group.
"So guys, what's up?"
As he said this, the bombing behemoth crept from the corner of the building, spinning at a ludicris speed.
"Uhhh, Vamp? Remember that thing you said-
Quote from: vamp on May 18, 2009, 03:15:04 AM
"Yeah, I have a few ideas, but most of them shouldn't be done with some many women and children around. So I guess for this, I could use some help. I'll go left, you go right. At his size and in such a small area, he has nowhere to run."
- proabably a good time for it. And don't forget to laugh! Santaman needs it."
Vinnie starts *POP*ing around erratically, releasing blasts of various energy, laughing manically along the way.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"
Quote from: The Hitman on May 18, 2009, 12:01:43 PM
- proabably a good time for it. And don't forget to laugh! Santaman needs it."
Vinnie starts *POP*ing around erratically, releasing blasts of various energy, laughing manically along the way.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"
Oh dear. It seemed that Vinnie had misinerpreted the message. He then went up to him and turned him around.
"Vin--Hitman, no offense, but you're acting like a, well, like an insane madman. By 'if something goes wrong', I meant if I got hurt or something. Laughing restores my energy." He then thought that he should remedy his proclamation. "
CHANGE OF PLAN! ONLY LAUGH IF AND WHEN I GET HURT! DON'T WANT PSYCHOPATHS ON THE STREET NOW, DO WE?!"
Quote from: Gremlin on May 18, 2009, 05:22:33 AM
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 18, 2009, 04:28:00 AMAfter spouting that proclamation, he unleashed a large beam of purple-ish energy at the bomb-thing, straight from his open mouth. Oddly enough,a sound of devilishly distorted Santa-ish laughter came from the beam.
Liam stared at the Santa-man with wide eyes as his terrifying laughter made certain he wouldn't be sleeping that evening...
"More for me then..."
He returns to the ledge with one massive fold up chair of some sort and another regular one. The massive chair is made of some strange metal and has a cupholder! Grizz places one chair near Liam and takes his seat near the edge with the other chair. The sounds of several bags of food being opened can be heard as Grizz opens several at once with a quick snap of his maw. He then proceeds to open several cans of beer with a single claw poking into the top. He continues watching the madness as he begins snacking.
"Yu smur yu don wanf non?"
He asks with a mouthful of various pork rinds, chips, and other delicacies.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 18, 2009, 12:01:43 PM
"Uhhh, Vamp? Remember that thing you said-
Quote from: vamp on May 18, 2009, 03:15:04 AM
"Yeah, I have a few ideas, but most of them shouldn't be done with some many women and children around. So I guess for this, I could use some help. I'll go left, you go right. At his size and in such a small area, he has nowhere to run."
- proabably a good time for it. And don't forget to laugh! Santaman needs it."
Vamp nodded quickly. He began yelling towards the human bomb.
"I think it is time you stop playing with toys."
The spinning behemoth would be near impossible to stop by brute force alone, but Vamp had an idea.
I got one shot, and one shot only. This is it.Vamp ran directly towards the bomb man, adjusting something on his wrist all the while. As he finally came with in distance of the man, and ear shattering screech could be heard. A crater was formed in front of the man, causing him to spin out of control inside of it.
At the same second Vamp shot the sound blast, he also used the force to shoot him into the sky.
"This is it for you!"
He fell quickly towards the man, one hand drawn back and the other open. Milliseconds before impact, Vamp unleashed yet another screech, only centimeters away from the man. His other fist came down hard on the metallic surface.
The cracking of the metal echoed through neighborhood. The mans face was now showing. He looked angry.
"I told you to stop playing with to-"
Vamp fell to his knees in pain. His left arm was almost destroyed in that combo, and to make matters worse, his suit was malfunction from the feedback of the blast. Blood flowed from where bone had pierced skin, creating a pool of blood where it limply lay.
A smirk rose on the man's face. "Toys? How will it feel to be killed by these TOYS!?
A bundle of explosives were tossed at the injured Vamp.
Damn(I will let ya'll decide what happens next ;))
Quote from: vamp on May 18, 2009, 09:56:43 PM
A smirk rose on the man's face. "Toys? How will it feel to be killed by these TOYS!?
A bundle of explosives were tossed at the injured Vamp.
Damn
(I will let ya'll decide what happens next ;))
As the scant few explosives (previously concealed on his person) scattered menacingly around the bat-like creature, the man-bomb span side-to-side before building up enough momentum to roll out of the crater.
Once out of the hole, his head emerged again, cackling in infamous glee before declaring in a semi-bomb-bastic manner:
"Fools, the lot of you! To think you could stop the destructive force that is...
The Dirty Bomb!"
On his last word, a dramatic chain of explosions sounded from the crater behind him, causing smoke to cloud the air. (Dun dun dun)
Assuming his foe was defeated, he compressed back into a ball, and moved towards his next target...
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Unnoticed by the rotund being, as his left arm withdrew back into his shell, a slither of a crack could be seen vaguely forking downward for a few inches from where his 'pit' had once been. This became more hazy as the ball began to roll once more.
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 18, 2009, 11:00:41 PM"Fools, the lot of you! To think you could stop the destructive force that is... The Dirty Bomb!"
OOC: OH MY GOD YESYESYESYESYESYES =D
IC:
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 18, 2009, 03:45:02 PM
Quote from: Gremlin on May 18, 2009, 05:22:33 AM
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 18, 2009, 04:28:00 AMAfter spouting that proclamation, he unleashed a large beam of purple-ish energy at the bomb-thing, straight from his open mouth. Oddly enough,a sound of devilishly distorted Santa-ish laughter came from the beam.
Liam stared at the Santa-man with wide eyes as his terrifying laughter made certain he wouldn't be sleeping that evening...
"More for me then..."
He returns to the ledge with one massive fold up chair of some sort and another regular one. The massive chair is made of some strange metal and has a cupholder! Grizz places one chair near Liam and takes his seat near the edge with the other chair. The sounds of several bags of food being opened can be heard as Grizz opens several at once with a quick snap of his maw. He then proceeds to open several cans of beer with a single claw poking into the top. He continues watching the madness as he begins snacking.
"Yu smur yu don wanf non?"
He asks with a mouthful of various pork rinds, chips, and other delicacies.
"I...you...how can you EAT at a time like this? There's a man trying to BLOW UP THE BUILDING!"
(sigh, why did I have to pick this weekend to go out of town? :) )
Slight recap here....
Looks like standard fuses, a regular zippo, no electric timers, damn what I wouldn't give for a rampaging robot instead Lauren thought to herself from her vantage point at the front doors. Being mostly out of "uniform", no one had noticed her yet.
I feel some kind of electronics on him... Lessee... that's a cell phone, and that... what IS that?She frowned in concentration as she extended her senses outward towards the battle brewing outside.
Feels like it's wired to his entire costume... I could try to tweak at it but if it's a self destruct that might be bad.
Then again, who in their right mind would wire their clothes to explode?
Of course, he IS dressed like a cartoon bomb.
Maybe I can-Quote"Your little show has caught my attention and moved me to action. Because you have drawn me out from the shadows, your defeat is assured. COME!"
Oh good grief, is that the maintenance guy?Lauren watched as the brown bat and the blue guy she'd seen in the building earlier who happened to be flying... well, hovering... and the Verdant Vowel close in on the walking bomb and very quickly things went to pot.
There was a series of explosions and then the most hideous laugh she'd ever heard. Then...
Quote...The bomb found himself in mid-air as a large beam of purplish-energy emitting a hideous noise flew in his direction. Pulling his head and limbs into his body in a tortoise-like gesture, he seemed to be trying to spin in the sky...
GOT IT! That's what it controls. Lauren an evil smile crept across her lips. Almost imperceptibly, small green sparks started to dance across her eyes and across her skin as she focused on the bomb suit.
Quote"Fools, the lot of you! To think you could stop the destructive force that is... The Dirty Bomb!"
On his last word, a dramatic chain of explosions sounded from the crater behind him, casuing smoke to cloud the air. (Dun dun dun)
Assuming his foe was defeated, he compressed back into a ball, and moved towards his next target...
Without warning, the Dirty Bomb's left leg extended from the suit and he wobbled to a stop. A second limb appeared, this time an arm that flailed around wildly for a moment. Another arm and leg appeared, allowing him to stagger to his feet, his arms blindly trying to pry up the head opening open again.
Quote from: Gremlin on May 18, 2009, 11:17:44 PM
"I...you...how can you EAT at a time like this? There's a man trying to BLOW UP THE BUILDING!"
"Ifs perfudy amazin wut yu can gef oozed to in diz... *BURP* business."
With that said he continued watching. He clapped in glee at a couple of the bigger explosions. He also cheered a bit as the manbat attacked the bombman.
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 18, 2009, 11:00:41 PM
"Fools, the lot of you! To think you could stop the destructive force that is... The Dirty Bomb!"
On his last word, a dramatic chain of explosions sounded from the crater behind him, casuing smoke to cloud the air. (Dun dun dun)
Assuming his foe was defeated, he compressed back into a ball, and moved towards his next target...[/color]
"Haw HAW HAW! Dirty Bomb! My god I wish I was recording this, man it's like talking that way is a highly contagious disease."'
He continued watching all the events unfold. Reached down and opened a few more bags with a quick bite, then looked down to realize he would soon need more beer.
Meanwhile...Quote from: vamp on May 18, 2009, 09:56:43 PM
Vamp fell to his knees in pain. His left arm was almost destroyed in that combo, and to make matters worse, his suit was malfunction from the feedback of the blast. Blood flowed from where bone had pierced skin, creating a pool of blood where it limply lay.
A smirk rose on the man's face. "Toys? How will it feel to be killed by these TOYS!?
A bundle of explosives were tossed at the injured Vamp.
Damn
"Man down! MAN DOWN!!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Vinnie *POP*ed over to his ailing ally, grabbed him, and *POP*ed away before the bombs could explode.
The rematerilized in an empty room on the 5th floor of the Cybernetic Arms.
"Squeaky! You can't die! Who's going to "brood up" the hotel and call me an idiot if you die? Who will be the solemn angsty yin to my ridiculously cartoony yang!?!"
"Get off me, idiot. I'm fine," Vamp grumbled.
Another blast shook the foundation of the building. The unlikely duo ran to the window, and saw that The Dirty Bomb (!) was standing directly below them, and that there was a visible crack in his bomb- suit from all the previous fighting.
"Vinnie! You hadn't popped me up here, I could be down there, dispencing JUSTICE to the WICKED!!
What were you THINKING?!"
(And this part is for Premonitioner/Previsionary!)Vinnie thought for a moment, then grabbed Vamp and threw him out the window, towards the big bomber!
"I hear you're accustomed to this, Vamp! Don't be mad at me!"
Vinnie shouted this, then jumped out of the window himself.
Quote from: vamp on May 18, 2009, 09:56:43 PM
Another blast shook the foundation of the building.
Meanwhile, Murray has managed to make his way back to his room. A bit confused as to the state of affairs, he shuts the door behind him and makes a winding path to his bed.
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Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 19, 2009, 12:59:44 AM
Without warning, the Dirty Bomb's left leg extended from the suit and he wobbled to a stop. A second limb appeared, this time an arm that flailed around wildly for a moment. Another arm and leg appeared, allowing him to stagger to his feet, his arms blindly trying to pry up the head opening open again.
Trying desperately to extract his head from his suit, the Dirty Bomb started walking in woozy circles, his hands becoming more and more desperate in their struggle. Anyone in the surrounding area can hear what seem to be muffled curses, occasionally punctuated by assorted odd words which may have been 'goat' or 'parmesan', but nobody knows.
Groping about with one arm, he finds the exterior wall of the apartments and tries bashing his head free.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 20, 2009, 02:11:04 PM
Vinnie thought for a moment, then grabbed Vamp and threw him out the window, towards the big bomber!
"I hear you're accustomed to this, Vamp! Don't be mad at me!"
Vinnie shouted this, then jumped out of the window himself.
Unable to look up and see his fate, the Dirty Bomb suddenly found himself better acquainted with the floor. Atop the rotund creature, an even more injured man-bat and a smug-looking blue man lay positioned in a semi-provocative pose, leading to a few snorted laughs from assorted civilians-in-hiding.
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 20, 2009, 03:49:27 PM
Atop the rotund creature, an even more injured man-bat and a smug-looking blue man lay positioned in a semi-provocative pose, leading to a few snorted laughs from assorted civilians-in-hiding. [/color]
"It's not what it looks like folks!
We're SUPERHEROES!!"
Quote from: The Hitman on May 20, 2009, 04:18:01 PM
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 20, 2009, 03:49:27 PM
Atop the rotund creature, an even more injured man-bat and a smug-looking blue man lay positioned in a semi-provocative pose, leading to a few snorted laughs from assorted civilians-in-hiding. [/color]
"It's not what it looks like folks! We're SUPERHEROES!!"
"That's true. Now, GET OFF ME!"
Lauren pauses for a "facepalm" moment.
Liam stares at the fight, slightly horrified and slightly amused and very very confused by his conflicting emotions.
"This is why I got out of this kinda thing. Good God. Think they neutralized it? I don't want that guy blowing up the apartments. Our premiums are gonna go through the roof."
Quote from: The Hitman on May 20, 2009, 04:18:01 PM
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 20, 2009, 03:49:27 PM
Atop the rotund creature, an even more injured man-bat and a smug-looking blue man lay positioned in a semi-provocative pose, leading to a few snorted laughs from assorted civilians-in-hiding. [/color]
"It's not what it looks like folks! We're SUPERHEROES!!"
Quote from: vamp on May 20, 2009, 08:44:39 PM
"That's true. Now, GET OFF ME!"
"BWAHAhahahaha... heh... *cough* HAAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Grizz falls out of his chair laughing.
Quote from: Gremlin on May 20, 2009, 09:18:00 PM
Liam stares at the fight, slightly horrified and slightly amused and very very confused by his conflicting emotions.
"This is why I got out of this kinda thing. Good God. Think they neutralized it? I don't want that guy blowing up the apartments. Our premiums are gonna go through the roof."
He picks himself up off the floor, dusts himself off a bit. Allows a few more chuckle to escape.
"They might have neutralized it, but considering he is dressed as a giant bomb... I would say we are one giant explosion short. Probably a self destruct or final GIANT BOOM up his sleave."
Quote from: GrizzlyBearTalon on May 20, 2009, 10:52:09 PM
He picks himself up off the floor, dusts himself off a bit. Allows a few more chuckle to escape.
"They might have neutralized it, but considering he is dressed as a giant bomb... I would say we are one giant explosion short. Probably a self destruct or final GIANT BOOM up his sleave."
"...fantastic. Just fantastic. As soon as this is over I am making the manager get some blast shielding for the windows."
Quote from: vamp on May 20, 2009, 08:44:39 PM
Quote from: The Hitman on May 20, 2009, 04:18:01 PM
Quote from: PreRaphaelite on May 20, 2009, 03:49:27 PM
Atop the rotund creature, an even more injured man-bat and a smug-looking blue man lay positioned in a semi-provocative pose, leading to a few snorted laughs from assorted civilians-in-hiding. [/color]
"It's not what it looks like folks! We're SUPERHEROES!!"
"That's true. Now, GET OFF ME!"
The Santa-ish persona just rolled his eyes.
Arms flailing about, the bombese creature moaned his discontent. He tried to reassert dominance over his controlled systems, gaining slight headway when whatever was controlling him 'paused' for a second (perhaps for a 'facepalm moment') and tried again to extract his head.
In the meantime, he lay in a prone position on a cracked and shattered floor, perhaps harmless, but definitely throwing a tantrum. The crack in his armour has grown more pronounced following the destructive descent of the apartment staff.
As the man- bat scrambled to his feet in an attempt to distance himself from the blue loon, Vinnie stands up, dusts himself off, and begins his witty superhero speech.
"I admire your shoes."
"... Wha- what?" stammered the puny person perched inside the black bombing behemoth.
"Just wanted to say, I admire your shoes. And as much as I admire your shoes, as much as I like them... I wouldn't want to be IN... your shoes right now."
As he was saying this, the azure avenger was slowly positioning his blaster in an 'oh so dramatic' way.
"Waitaminute. That was a line from 'Roxanne'. Your hero banter consists of a quote from an old Steve Martin film? That is WEAK!"
The Hitman pauses for a moment.
"... OK, ya got me. Zappy zappy time!!"
A purpleish- bluish beam shot out of the gun, and The Dirty Bomb was engulfed in cosmic energy.
KRAKKADOOOOOMMM!
As the energy dispersed, the once moderate- sized crack in the villians armor was now a massive trench, exposing the majority of the skinny, balding man inside. And the Hitman begins talking again.
"... So you see, evil will never triumph, because good is... well, it's good. I mean, I haven't been good for long... in fact, I don't know if really considered a 'good' guy anyways... I mean, I work for the highest bidder, hence the name Hitman, but I prefer being good... I guess that'd make me an 'Anti- Hero,' but they're usually brooding and scary... I mean, look at that Hugh Jackman guy, the guy screams 'I'm way to melodramatic"... guess that means I'm an ANTI- anti- hero, but wait-"
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP, YOU IGNORAMOUS!!" While The Hitman was rambling, The Dirty Bomb had escaped his battlesuit and was making a hasty getaway.
*TICK*
"What? Did someone say something?"
*TICK*
"Hey- this thing's ticking. Should it be ticking?"
Hm. There seemed to be both good news, and bad news. The good news was that the Dirty Bomb (Who came up with that title?) was now a stripped weakling. The bad news was that according to the 'TICK' noise, they might all be blown to Kingdom Come if nothing was done. At the moment, he was still scrounging for ideas inside his head. His beam trick could work against a suit of armor, but there was no telling how big a blast radius that particular item could make. What's more, his beam could blast just about anything, but it amplified explosions. If he couldn't time it right to shut his beam down at the correct moment, they'd all be dead. Not even laughs could help this one.
There was only one thing to do.
"ATTENTION EVERYONE! IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, THERE'S AN EXPLODING SUIT ABOUT TO GO OFF! ANYBODY HAVE ANY BRIGHT IDEAS?!"
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 26, 2009, 11:56:32 PM"ATTENTION EVERYONE! IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, THERE'S AN EXPLODING SUIT ABOUT TO GO OFF! ANYBODY HAVE ANY BRIGHT IDEAS?!"
"...oh dammit." Liam growls. "VINNIE!" he yells to the Hitman below. "GET ME DOWN THERE NOW!"
Quote"ATTENTION EVERYONE! IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, THERE'S AN EXPLODING SUIT ABOUT TO GO OFF! ANYBODY HAVE ANY BRIGHT IDEAS?!"
Oh crud.
Lauren narrowed her eyes and focused on the suit.
Please let there be an electronic control in there, please...TICK...
Servo controls, no... TICK...
Coolant, no... TICK...
What the... an MP3 system? Definitely no... TICK...
Crud, where is it?TICK...
Wait... this feels promising... Stay focused, don't want to glitch this too much... TICK...
Aaaaand......ding!
With all eyes on the narrowly-averted catastrophe, the formerly-explosive felon attempted to make good his escape.
Well, almost all eyes...
Suddenly, the villain found that his surroundings had turned... green? In fact, he couldn't see anything except green... including the brick wall he suddenly crashed into, leaving him lying stunned on the ground.
"Hah! Another villain falls before the astounding vowelish might of... the Verdant Vowel!", the Vowel retrieved his cape, which he had wrapped around the face of the fleeing villain, and took hold of the man's collar, dragging him back toward the others.
Quote from: Gremlin on May 27, 2009, 01:13:37 AM
"...oh dammit." Liam growls. "VINNIE!" he yells to the Hitman below. "GET ME DOWN THERE NOW!"
"Okey- dokey, boss- man!"
*POP*
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 27, 2009, 02:18:39 AM
...ding!
"Heh, she beat you to the punch, Gremmy!
Oooohhh, dibs on the mp3 player!"
Vinnie walks over and begins looting the wreckage.
Quote from: Alaric on May 27, 2009, 02:29:37 AM
... dragging him back toward the others.
"Hey Greenie, do ya mind asking this guy how to take his collection of Barry Manilow albums off this thing?"
"...oh. Well then." Liam looks over at Lauren. "Technopathic, eh? I'm glad you don't just screw with the wi-fi." He smirks.
Lauren opened her eyes a crack.
There hadn't been an earth-shattering Kaboom, which was a good sign. She'd heard the "ding" but wasn't sure if that meant the bomb was defused or... well, toast was imminent.
She looked around. It looked like things were more or less in hand, the building wasn't going to blow up any time soon. Noone seemed to notice her, which was just as well.
However, she did miss at least one witness...
Lauren went back into the lobby and wondered when the movers would get there with her furniture, hoping that it wouldn't get blown up or worse in transit.
(edited for continuity)
Liam walks over to the bomb and pokes the metal shell with a clawed finger.
"Interesting..." he muses aloud. "Simple, but hodge-podge. Kind of thrown together. Lots of junk. And...hang on...C4. Yikes. Looks like a...shell underneath the bomb. To protect the wearer. Clever. Property damage on a budget."
OOC: Grem I lost track of where you were. I thought you were on the roof with Griz if my last post seems a little odd.
Quote from: The Hitman on May 27, 2009, 01:40:16 PM
Quote from: Gremlin on May 27, 2009, 01:13:37 AM
"...oh dammit." Liam growls. "VINNIE!" he yells to the Hitman below. "GET ME DOWN THERE NOW!"
"Okey- dokey, boss- man!"
*POP*
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 27, 2009, 02:18:39 AM
...ding!
"Heh, she beat you to the punch, Gremmy! Oooohhh, dibs on the mp3 player!"
Vinnie walks over and begins looting the wreckage.
Quote from: Alaric on May 27, 2009, 02:29:37 AM
... dragging him back toward the others.
"Hey Greenie, do ya mind asking this guy how to take his collection of Barry Manilow albums off this thing?"
"So. Now that all this is settled, think you can teleport us back to the room?"
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Meanwhile, the sleigh kept traveling forward, getting closer and closer to it's destination...
Quote from: Glitch Girl on May 28, 2009, 01:35:10 AM
OOC: Grem I lost track of where you were. I thought you were on the roof with Griz if my last post seems a little odd.
OOC: I was down by the bomb with Vinnie. It's ok, though, I caught your drift. And I still felt you pressing against the Bomb, so it's all good.
OOC: I'll be (mostly) away for a couple of weeks or so, starting tomorrow. While it's not impossible that I may get a few opportunities to post here during that time, I hereby give permission to anyone who feels they "get" my character well enough (and especially to those posters who have extensive dealing with this character in the past- you know who you are) to write the Verdant Vowel during the period of May 29th- June 14th, if you so choose- just try not to do anything too involved with him. I'll try to write one "scene" for him tomorrow morning, when I'm a bit less tired, hopefully.
If the game continues at its current slow pace, this may not be necessary (since I may be able to post occasionally), but just in case...
An egg appears on the doorstep outside. It is 1.36meters tall. It is a purple pastel and has yellow spots, each of which is shaped like a boot. More of a Louisiana-style-man-boot-shape, and less of a Italy-style-hooker-boot-shape. Except one of the spots is shaped less like a boot and more like a sock, only it's bigger so as it wouldn't fit into the boot shape at all provided it had a accurately sized foot in it; though perhaps with some force it could squeeze in but it wouldn't be comfortable to walk in at all. Though I suppose that's the price some people pay for Louisiana-style-man-boot-shape fashion, but that shape isn't too important anyway because it's on the bottom and you can't really see it. It is not hot enough outside to cook the egg.
Liam walks back inside and spots the large egg on the doorstep.
"...Vamp? Hey, Vamp!"
Vinnie stares straight ahead, seemingly in a trance. The suddenly, he blinks and shakes his head.
"Wow... man, I totally just zoned out there for a minute. Feels like 2 weeks have passed!"
Quote from: BWPS on May 30, 2009, 04:34:47 AM
An egg appears on the doorstep outside. It is 1.36meters tall. It is a purple pastel and has yellow spots, each of which is shaped like a boot. More of a Louisiana-style-man-boot-shape, and less of a Italy-style-hooker-boot-shape. Except one of the spots is shaped less like a boot and more like a sock, only it's bigger so as it wouldn't fit into the boot shape at all provided it had a accurately sized foot in it; though perhaps with some force it could squeeze in but it wouldn't be comfortable to walk in at all. Though I suppose that's the price some people pay for Louisiana-style-man-boot-shape fashion, but that shape isn't too important anyway because it's on the bottom and you can't really see it. It is not hot enough outside to cook the egg.
"Huh... weird egg. And that pattern's odd too. Those boot shapes look less like an Italy-style-hooker-boot-shape, and more like a Louisiana-style-man-boot-shape. Freaky. I think I'm gonna watch for whatever- the- heck bird layed that thing."
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 28, 2009, 02:45:02 AM
"So. Now that all this is settled, think you can teleport us back to the room?"
"Really? I was about to head down to Ye Olde Downtown for the ceremonial 'After- Team- Up Foodfest and Hangout Time.' Any of you wanna come with?"
Just an attempt to breathe life back into this thread (if possible/acceptable)
And so, with the defeat of the Dirty Bomb, a few of the tired individuals slipped back into the shadows from which they came. Some of the more conscientious super-powered peoples helped shift some of the debris, whilst others kicked some pebbles into the bushes, shrugged, and wandered off.
Once done, a few of the remaining heroes, vigilantes and oddities went to Ye Olde Downtown for some well earned food and drink. Others decided to make adjustments to their apartments and settle in a little, whilst the staff were left with a peculiar egg-like specimen. Taking it into the building, they decided to keep an eye on it - obviously meaning it was placed 'carefully' in storage...
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The next day...
Murray was tired, but feeling much better after his extended sleep. Carefully pulling himself from bed, he adjusted himself and went groggily to the shower.
Stepping into the shower, he thought to himself: I like showers. It was a simple, early morning thought - but it was true.
Humming a little ditty, he turned on the taps and began rinsing the sleep out of his eyes. More awake, he looked around and quickly realised two things. (1) There was no shampoo. (2 ) There was no towel. He had definitely arrived with very few personal possessions, something which had slipped his mind completely in his morning state-of-mind.
Oh
A very long session of drip drying later, he changed into his clothes from the previous day, his hair a half dried/half wet bush, and considered getting some breakfast... Except, he had no real idea of where to go to get some. Wandering through the corridors, he decided to start knocking on doors - many of which were still empty - in order to introduce himself to others, and find out where in the world he was going to get everything he needed.
Knock knock
Ah. Finally, he was home. Well, in a room anyways. After that rather...'interesting' get-together at Ye Olde Downtown, he and Vinnie had headed back to the apartment, and he was finally able to settle in. However, his life would still prove to be eventful.
It was just after he had made his bed that he heard a knock on the door. Wondering who it could be, he put his hand on the knob. Turning it, he preceded to pull it back, only to see a man with a half-done cleansing of the hair.
"Yes?"
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Meanwhile, a sleigh lead by reindeer landed approximately 10 blocks away from the Cybernetic Arms Apartments...
Al was standing in the lobby, looking kind of distant, when the light suddenly returned to his eyes, and he announced, loudly, "I'm back!"
He looked sheepishly around at the people staring at him.
"Oh. Ah... did I say that in-game?"
Liam raises an eyebrow--well, an eyebrow ridge, since he doesn't actually HAVE eyebrows per se--at Al's bizarre declaration.
He glanced back at the storage room behind the front desk, where the egg was currently stored under warm blankets. They'd tried to put in the basement with Vamp, but it was far too large for them to peacefully coexist. He wasn't sure why, but that thing made him feel pretty uncomfortable. The Manager, however, had insisted they keep it, and while he rarely, if ever, stepped foot on the property, his word was the only one that could (unofficially) overcome Liam's own.
Quote from: kkhohoho on June 18, 2009, 02:19:36 AM
It was just after he had made his bed that he heard a knock on the door. Wondering who it could be, he put his hand on the knob. Turning it, he preceded to pull it back, only to see a man with a half-done cleansing of the hair.
As the door opened, Murray found himself standing face to face with the same odd Santa-impersonator he had mistaken for an eccentric the previous day.
Quote"Yes?"
Realising he was staring, his reply was a little quick and a little flustered.
"Hello there my good man! My name is Murray, and I'm the new resident of Apartment 711. At the moment my decor is a little...sparse... so I was hoping you could inform me of where I could find a shopping centre nearby?"
In the space following his last word, Murray's stomach let out a vast rumble.
"...Oh, er. Directions to some form of bakery or breakfast establishment would also be appreciated..."
"Directions, is it? I should be able to do that."
Usually, bags were simply means of carrying something around. On the other hand, some bags had certain properties that could be used and abused. For example, there exist two red bags in the world that are able to create simple objects. Nothing fancy, like a PS3 or, say, a Tardis, but it could make uncomplicated pieces of work, such as maps of districts, complete with the wanted destinations marked right on the paper. It could also put out lovely candycanes.
Fortunately, both of them belonged to rotund men with white beards.
He went to the back of the room, pulled an object out of a red bag, and then gave the piece of parchment to the man in need of a wash. "Here you are. This should get you to where you need to go. By the way, what's your name? Mine's..." He didn't come into being with a name of his own, so he always made up a new alias whenever he made a new home for himself. "...Nick! You can call me Nick."
(ooc: sorry for the long absensce guys. Unforutantely I dont have the time right now to read the new post, so if you need my character to progress the story, feel free to use him. ^_^)
As the sun rose over the Cybernetic Arms Apartments, our intrepid hero surveyed the landscape, and nodded knowingly.
But that's not important at the moment. 3 floors down, Vinnie was just returning from his night on the town.
*POP*
"Ooooh, I love waffles, I eat them every day! Ooooh, I love waffles, they make me say HOORAY!!" he sang loudly as he started rummaging through piles upon piles of DVDs like a man possessed. Which is nothing spectacular coming from Vinnie.
"THERE YOU ARE!! You thought you could escape the keen detective prowess of The Mighty Hitman!? DID YOU!?!"
He suddenly stopped, looking puzzled.
"Hmmm... now where did I put that TV I commandeered from Liam's place?" He rummaged through his pockets for a moment, then produced from his pocket a comically oversized television, which he set on the floor.
Vinnie settled dow with in his favorite lounge chair, ready to watch his favorite movie, when suddenly he heard a ringing. He again reached into hisa pocket, this time pulling out a cell phone.
"Lee Chang's House of Food - Serving only the finest felines arou... oh... hello, sir."
Vinnie's "air of frivolity" disappeared instantly.
"Yes sir... the target's definitely here. I... yes, I did that... No...no, no, I can't yet.
...
Well, I'll tell you why! I REFUSE!! That's why! Goes against my religion... didn't buy that? Nah, didn't think so. Well, I still don't want to do it. There are good people here.
...
Double? Why, that's a horse of a different color!... yeah, I remember what you said about movie references. You got yourself a deal."
As Vinnie ends his omnious and mysterious call, he heard a knock on his door.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
[Your turn, folks!]
Quote from: The Hitman on September 26, 2009, 12:19:16 AM
As the sun rose over the Cybernetic Arms Apartments, our intrepid hero surveyed the landscape, and nodded knowingly.
But that's not important at the moment. 3 floors down, Vinnie was just returning from his night on the town.
*POP*
"Ooooh, I love waffles, I eat them every day! Ooooh, I love waffles, they make me say HOORAY!!" he sang loudly as he started rummaging through piles upon piles of DVDs like a man possessed. Which is nothing spectacular coming from Vinnie.
"THERE YOU ARE!! You thought you could escape the keen detective prowess of The Mighty Hitman!? DID YOU!?!"
He suddenly stopped, looking puzzled.
"Hmmm... now where did I put that TV I commandeered from Liam's place?" He rummaged through his pockets for a moment, then produced from his pocket a comically oversized television, which he set on the floor.
Vinnie settled dow with in his favorite lounge chair, ready to watch his favorite movie, when suddenly he heard a ringing. He again reached into hisa pocket, this time pulling out a cell phone.
"Lee Chang's House of Food - Serving only the finest felines arou... oh... hello, sir."
Vinnie's "air of frivolity" disappeared instantly.
"Yes sir... the target's definitely here. I... yes, I did that... No...no, no, I can't yet.
...
Well, I'll tell you why! I REFUSE!! That's why! Goes against my religion... didn't buy that? Nah, didn't think so. Well, I still don't want to do it. There are good people here.
...
Double? Why, that's a horse of a different color!... yeah, I remember what you said about movie references. You got yourself a deal."
As Vinnie ends his omnious and mysterious call, he heard a knock on his door.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
[Your turn, folks!]
It had been a good night's sleep. Nick Olas, as he now called himself, was buried under the covers in red cotton pajamas, trying to relax himself after a hard day's work lifting crates for a decently large hardware store. Mind you, he didn't
need sleep, but he did enjoy the sensation of it. Which meant that he hated being awoken. As such, he was rather ticked of when it had no longer had been a good night's sleep. Somewhere, on a floor lower then the one he was currently on,
someone had yelled "HOORAY!!". This was proceeded by some rather obnoxious singing, the common saying "THERE YOU ARE!!", and a final bout of "DID YOU!?!". Rising straight up in his bed, he used his keen hearing to get a good guess at where the noise might be coming from. With no delay, he headed straight down to the possible home of the racket.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
An ominous shadow hung at Vinnie's window. It didn't move, hardly breathing. Just watching, listening.
Quote from: The Hitman on September 26, 2009, 12:19:16 AM
"Yes sir... the target's definitely here. I... yes, I did that... No...no, no, I can't yet.
...
Well, I'll tell you why! I REFUSE!! That's why! Goes against my religion... didn't buy that? Nah, didn't think so. Well, I still don't want to do it. There are good people here.
...
Double? Why, that's a horse of a different color!... yeah, I remember what you said about movie references. You got yourself a deal."
The shadow made an almost unnoticeable twitch as he heard what was going on. It obviously displeased him.
Quote from: The Hitman on September 26, 2009, 12:19:16 AM
*KNOCK KNOCK*
He decided it was time to make his presence known, before Vinnie could reach for the door.
"Its time for patrols. Lets go"
Vamp jumped in from the open window, wearing a considerable different outfit from his previous brawl. It was almost completely black with white and gold accents. His eyes still emanated the same yellow color.
(ooc: this was written rather poorly. I apologize)
It had been a good 30 seconds after the first round of knocking. But, for whatever reason, there was only one big vacuum of silence. He knocked again.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
For months everything had been quiet around the Cybernetic Arms Apartment. The new tenants had moved into their rooms, and gone about their lives. Every now and then they talk about the time they fought the guy wearing a bomb costume.
Then one day, outside of this very apartment complex there was a strange flash of light followed by an eerie absence of noise. When the citizens regained their senses, two figures could be seen locked in battle.
:streamclone HAHA! Now you are dead! Now I will take my place as the REAL XStream!
:xstream Dude, you need to chill and.... Hey! Where are we?
*Both figures look around*
:streamclone You're not dead! And where is my secret lair!? That stupid henchman must have placed the capacitor upside down into my laser again. Good help is so hard to find. The last time he did this I woke up three days later inside a girls' locker room at Patriot High School...
:xstream So that's why I've been banned from the Patriot's basketball games!
:streamclone Oh, like they have a shot at going to state anyway!
:xstream Well Brainiac, where are we!?
*The two mortal enemies begin to take in their surroundings*
On a side note, I really enjoyed reading through this thread. Looks like you guys had some fun. Thanks for reminding me of some cool times Glitchy! Fav Quote: (after her cat got possessed by some unspeakable evil and the upstairs neighbor's nuclear chill ate through her ceiling for the second time, she'd decided it was time to start looking for new digs)
:xstream *Pulls out trusty lounge chair and kicks back*
:streamclone Seems to be quite in this section of the city? You would think that when two identical looking superbeings show up out of no where, in the midst of a fight...Someone would be curious as to what is going on!
:xstream Oh come on clone, you know this city has seen stranger things.
*pulls a Mountain Dew out of his cooler*
:streamclone :huh:Where does the lounge chair and cooler come from?
:xstream Oh, just something that G'day had made up for me after that time I stopped that swamp monster from wiping out the H.A.M.S.T.E.R. Everglades Research Facility. It's a portal to a cache of items.
:streamclone Like, weapons?
:xstream No. My lounge chair, couple of coolers, portable DVD player, etc. You know necessities.
:streamclone Got an extra chair in there?
:xstream No, but you can rest on the cooler.
:streamclone *sits on the cooler* *looks at XStream* I'm not the clone, your the clone
:xstream Whatever, man. Hey, do you smell smoke?
Meanwhile, In an undisclosed location a very familiar looking figure watches our two travelers on a monitor.
:streamclone Drat! Those two are back... I was sure that my henchman had fried them both all those years ago.
:streamclone *walks into room eating a piece of fried chicken* Munch, munch, munch... Oh, come on. That dude was always incapable of doing anything right. I don't know where the Boss found those guys anyway. So what are we going to do? Do you want to bring them in? Maybe add them to the plan?
:streamclone You cannot be serious! We wasted so much time trying to kill the original because the Boss believed that he was the original...that we never had time to fully understand what WE were capable of! If anything we should send someone over there to kill them both before they become more trouble.
:streamclone *pops his head into the room* Hey, we are out of pie.
So I like RP by myself, so sue me.
Meanwhile, outside the Cybernetic Arms, a mysterious, hooded figure stood, gesturing mystically and muttering mysterious, power-laden words... words which almost sounded like...
"Hah! I've been watching this place for months, and there's been no sign of real life! These apartments are DEAD- so dead, I can use my necromancy to animate the entire building... create a gigantic zombie, to crush all those fools who laughed at me! Soon, the entire city will tremble before my power, the power of... the NECROPOSTER!"
As the figure laughed, the building began to tremble...
:xstream *Jumps to his feet and begins to look around. The hero in him begins to kick in*
:streamclone Oh, come on, man! Shouldn't we be trying to figure out where and maybe when we are? :angry:
:xstream I am telling you that I smell smoke....
Just then the ground begins to quake beneath the identical pair.
Elsewhere, in an undisclosed location
:streamclone Two! Two, something is happening at Cybernetic Arms Apartments! Is this us?
:streamclone No, it is not us. We sent Four to take a look, but he shouldn't be there yet.
:streamclone Three!
:streamclone Yeah, One?
:streamclone Contact Four and lets give him a heads up. I do not want any heroics out of him. We keep our presence hidden for as long as we can. But I am sure XStream will get involved in this. He relishes the opportunity to save the day.
:streamclone *stands there*^_^
:streamclone What are you just standing there for!? GO!
:streamclone Sorry, I was thinking about lunch. I might pop over by Chuck's cart and grab a couple of dogs with relish on them. :thumbup:
:streamclone Don't make me promote Five. :angry:
Back at Cybernetic Arms Apartments
:streamclone Look! Across the street, the entire apartment building is moving!
*A lady falls out of a top floor window*
:xstream *Jumps to the air and heads straight for the woman in distress*
His mind goes back to a few weeks ago (To him anyway, but we will get to that later) when he last saved Darkmagik from the same fate.
:xstream I have you DM!
:streamclone :rolleyes: Ackward
Meanwhile, someone new but familiar shows up to the scene
:streamclone :shock2: Does that building have a face! :shock2:
In a nigh-abandoned room inside the Cybernetic Arms...
*POP*
"Whew! That was weird. Note to self... teleporting while trying to microwave popcorn makes me hop mulitiverses (http://freedomreborn.net/forums/index.php?topic=54659.0). I hope no one is still sore at me for stealing that haunted stuffed moose head (http://freedomreborn.net/forums/index.php?topic=50303.msg701244#msg701244) from the den. I can see now that I may have been acting a bit suspicious, but Sasquatch really seemed to need it for something."
Vinnie stood there for a minute, staring knowingly into space, eerily toward the readers (that's you, folks!).
"Whelp, time to get back to work. This place isn't gonna fix itself. Or maybe it can. I dunno. Hey, I wonder if there's anyone in the lobby to pester?!"
*POP*
And with that, the Azure Avenger of Awesomeness teleported away.
... "It's quite obvious, Inspector," the detective mused as he paced before the gathered suspects, "Our killer was quite aware of the dietary preferences of the Alaskan Black Bear, and knowing this, dosed our Czechoslovakian reporter with -for lack of a better term - bear-nip."
"No!"
"Oh yes, my dear doctor," the detective continued. "Both bears would have been drawn inexorably to our victim, especially considering evidence our mastermind kept them ravenous for the occasion. Judging from the crime scene, the female was less aggressive and only got a few bites. For the most part, it appears that the Czech is in the-"
RRRRUMBLE....
Lauren (aka Glitch Girl) stopped reading as the room shook beneath her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black and white streak zip into the bedroom and presumably under her bed as Glitch Cat headed for presumably safer surroundings.
"I knew things were going too well" she sighed, setting the murder mystery down just as the room shook again, this time even more violently.
She stood up and struggled to keep on her feet as the building lurched a third time and headed towards the window just as someone fell past, screaming. In horror, she charged the rest of the way and poked her head out expecting the worst, only to hear "I have you DM!" from somewhere below, indicating that whoever it was had been saved which was a huge relief. Less-so was the fact that the view from her window had changed, as if the building had rotated and, as she stated out, started to move from its foundation.
"Crud."
:xstream *still holding the female citizen, XStream looks back to the apartment building*
The entire fourth floor begins to rumble and a section of the brick slides away to reveal two metallic arms with claws.
:xstream :blink: What in the world...?
One of the arms quickly reaches for XStream.
:streamclone *fires a blast at the robot's claw just in time to allow XStream a chance to get clear*
:streamclone *Takes to the sky and begins firing blasts at the apartment*
:xstream Stop! *XStream flies the citizen to safety* There are still people in there!
:streamclone Are you kidding me!? There is a seven story building trying to kill us! *Looks over at Four* Glad to see some of my minions have found me! Let's blast this building to rubble.
:streamclone No, XStream is right. We cannot risk hurting the ones still inside.
:streamclone If you are not with me *Fires a shot at Four* then you are against me!
:xstream *Flies into the building*
:streamclone Are you crazy!? We have to save those people!
:streamclone :angry: You are a clone of me! And I do not save people! We are going to burn this building to the ground.
Elsewhere in a still undisclosed location
:streamclone Three! Three come here!
:streamclone *munch, munch* Yeah One?
:streamclone You need to get over there with the Stream Inhibitor Ray. I wasn't expecting things to go this way...Though we should have.
:streamclone One, you know that the ray has not been properly tested yet. We are not certain what will happen.
:streamclone Three, grab the ray and get over there. Now!
:streamclone *Drops his chips and flies to R&D*
Murray (aka Raffi) peered out from the top floor window at the people on the streets below. Everyone was so involved with their lives that he doubted any one of them could see two steps ahead of them, let alone catch a glimpse of him up there in the skyline. He probably could have stayed in his original apartment on one of the lower floors, he thought. But then the people downstairs might have seen him, and it didn't matter how odd they were (and they were, Murray decided, quite odd indeed), it wasn't worth the risk. Especially with all the... changes he'd been going through of late.
He was reaching up to close the window, ready to go back to bed when...
RUUUMMBLLLEEEEeee......
And the next thing Murray knew, he was tumbling headfirst through the air – which is, for future reference, the dizziest way to tumble and hardly the best way to start the day.
"I have you DM!"
DM? Is that a condition? and suddenly Murray was floating in midair, a hand about his waist.
"What in the world...?" his saviour said, taking the words straight from Murray's mouth. And suddenly they were going up and down, left and right, flashes of light here, flashes of light there, and Murray was just about to hurl when he was finally and thankfully deposited on the balcony of Safety.
Safety was the rundown bar across from the road from the Cybernetic Arms, and had become quite the gathering spot for some of the residents of the CA over the past few... had it been months? But unfortunately for Murray it was, at this time, closed for the day, leaving him trapped.
Would it hurt for things to go my way just once? he thought to himself. Then looked up to see the horrific building-monster that had moments before been his home. "Oh for the love of–," he squeaked in a voice not his own. His hand flew to his mouth in panic. Turning to the sliding glass doors behind him, he saw reflected there the image of a young, mousy woman. "Not again..."
:xstream *Flies through the interior of the building, but most of the doors have been locked. Then he sees a body laying in the hallway. As he gets closer, the body looks familiar.*
:xstream MJB!
:xstream *Grabs his fallen friend's body and blasts a whole through one of the exterior walls.*
XStream lands in the street and looks at the body of his broken and beaten friend. So many times he has seen his comrade at the point of death, but it never lasts. MJB has been blessed... maybe cursed with the ability of resurrection. As X stands over his buddy's body... He begins to realize that he must be imagining things.
:xstream This isn't MJB! It's a trash bag full of empty potted meat cans! :wacko: What in the world is going on with me?
XStream notices the young lady standing next to him.
Al awoke with a jolt. What a dream that had been... he couldn't quite remember it, though... something about a blue pig...
Wait, what time was it? He hadn't meant to fall asleep- just wanted to lie down for a moment. Good thing that sudden jolt had awakened him.
Sudden jolt? Maybe he had dreamed it, he thought as he stood up.
No, he thought, as the second jolt sent him crashing to the floor. Definitely didn't dream it.
The thought focused him. Something was going on, something BIG... The sane thing to do would be to run for the stairs...
He dove into the closet. Sane or not, this looked like a job for... the Verdant Vowel!
Having changed to his costume in record time, the Vowel scooped up his cat and ran to the window to see what was going on...
Outside of the Verdant Vowel's Window two very similar looking individuals are taking shots at one another.
:streamclone *Dodges another blast from XStream's Clone* Have you lost your mind!
:streamclone :angry: No clone of mine is going to refuse a command from me! You will either help me dismantle this building or I will make sure you are buried under it! *Fires a couple of blasts at Four*
:streamclone *Dodges the first blast, but is caught in the second*
Four hits the pavement hard. XStream runs to the aid of his sometime enemy.
:streamclone Can't believe he hit me with that shot. His aim is usually so awful.
:xstream Yeah, he has been one of the best arch villians a guy could ask for. Dumb and lazy. So...
:xstream I am not here to hurt you, and I can not allow this architectual monstrosity to harm anyone else. Help is on the way.
:xstream *Fires off a couple of blasts at his evil counterpart* How do we deal with him?
:xstream I've got him. You save as many people from that building as you can.
Our Duplicate Duo take to the sky. XStream dodges the claws of the possessed cybernetic apartment (Hey... I am seeing a trend here of XStream fighting things that are possessed... old food, Glitch Cat, and now a building!) while Four makes his way through the blasts of XStream's clone....the one that is not him.... Man, this is getting confusing. How about from now on I refer to XStream's clone as Fred?
:streamclone :angry: I don't think so! I am XStream! Call me XStream!
:xstream *His opponent distracted by his interaction with the orator, Four flies into XStream's clone with enough velocity to knock Grizzly Bear Talon from his feet!*
You mean Fred. :D
:xstream *Bust through the brick wall of the apparently now sentient apartment building looking for citizens in distress*
With every...step...the building makes a lot of noise as steel, wood, plaster, and brick bend and stretch in ways that should not be impossible.
:xstream Can anyone hear me!? I can get you to safety!... Is there anyone around!?
Just then X hears a cry...
:xstream *Takes out the door that is separating him from the distress call*
:glitchcat HSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:xstream :wacko:
Meanwhile, a few blocks away at D'Angelo's Pizzeria and Home-Made Italian Bistro
:xstream ...Yeah, sausage and hamburger meat on that pizza.
:guyatcounter: That will be $11.55.
:xstream *Receives a call on his communicator*
:streamclone Three, have you reached the scene of the crisis?
:xstream Not quite, One. I stopped at D'Angelo's. You want me to order you a spaghetti with meatballs?
:streamclone Fool! The situation is on the news! Four is fighting our former boss while XStream has entered the building to save the residents. There are XStreams all over my television set! Get over there and neutralize the situation.
:xstream Yes sir!
...
:streamclone You are not still waiting on your pizza are you? :angry:
:xstream :mellow: ... no ...
:streamclone I will have you put on Dark Hamster duty again. :angry:
:xstream *Turns to :guyatcounter: Gotta go, dude. Wait 30 minutes before you start that pizza!
:xstream *Flies off*
Back at the still undisclosed location
:streamclone There is no way that guy comes from the same gene pool as us.
Quote from: XStream on December 11, 2011, 01:34:22 PM
:xstream I am telling you that I smell smoke....
:nightdragon2 I ate too much Taco Hell.... sue me, why dontcha? Does anyone have a soothing tummy lozenge? I'm telling ya, when a dragon gets heart burn, we ain't mincing puns.
*looks at X*
:nightdragon2 Dude, when did your costume include a cat-on-the-face mask?
:xstream
MMMmmpppphh dit dis cat gof guy mace GOW!!! :nightdragon2 Oh dear sweet dragon goddess on an atomic powered pogo stick.... that isn't ....
:glitchcat MMMRRROOOWWW!!!
:nightdragon2 Frig, Frack, and Frell.... It is, it is... I thought I saw a puddy glitch...
:glitchcat *hisssssssssssss*
:nightdragon2 And now we're gonna die.
:xstream *running about blindly and flailing in general pain and discomfort*
Salutes to General Pain And General Discomfort:xstream
By mace!! Bit it bof guy mace!!
:nightdragon2 :unsure: Where did that creature come from!?
:xstream YELP!
:nightdragon2 :( I have a feeling that I am going to regret this.... *Grabs the Glitch Cat and pulls*
:glitchcat *HSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH! HSSSSSSHHHHHH!
:glitchcat *Locks onto ND's wings with both tooth and claw!*
:nightdragon2 :blink:
:xstream *Takes a deep breath* Thanks Night Dragon...What's the matter? Cat got your-
:nightdragon2 :angry: If you say it, I WILL kill you!
:xstream Don't worry ND, I got this.
:xstream *Shoots a small blast at the Glitch Cat, but the blast bounces off the kitten and knock's XStream off his feet*
:nightdragon2 :lol: Just like old times! :lol: Man, I've missed you. :( Ow! Ow! Ow! Someone get this crazed animal off me! :wacko:
:xstream Missed me, I saw you three days ago ND... Remember, we had a birthday party for Harold, even though we don't know when his birthday is? Which was actually a test to see if G'day would come out of hiding?
:nightdragon2 :huh: X, I haven't seen you in... maybe years!
:glitchcat :angry: *bites doen on ND's wing*
:nightdragon2 :blink:
:glitch: Bad Kitty! Let go of him! *Looks at ND and X* So, my building sprouts legs and begins a rampage around the city and WHO happens to show up? Where is the bear and that Van guy?
:xstream Glitchy! :thumbup: Good to see you!.... Can you do something with your cat?
:nightdragon2 :( Please....
:glitch: What is going on!? My apartment building is rampaging through the city!
:xstream None of this is my fault. I just got here and everything was already crazy!
Just then, Three comes hurling though a window
:nightdragon2 :glitch: :glitchcat :huh:
:streamclone *Flies through window*
:streamclone Good clones are so hard to find. :angry:
:nightdragon2 :glitch: :glitchcat :unsure:
:xstream He's always been fond of the one liners...
A blast comes through the window knocking XStream's clone to the ground.
:xstream That guy is SO Annoying! :thumbup:
:nightdragon2 :glitch: :glitchcat :wacko:
:xstream I wish I had an explanation...
:nightdragon2 :glitch: :glitchcat :blink:
:glitch: *Looks to XStream* Return of the Clones, huh?
:xstream Apparently.
:nightdragon2 So, just to make sure I have a grasp on our situation... We must stop a rampaging building (In case you have forgotten) AND fight three XStream clones!
:xstream No, *points at Three* we are here to help. You do not need to worry about us *Looks at XStream*, not yet anyway.
:streamclone :angry: *Looks up from the ground* This is getting ridiculous.
:glitch: Ok, before this gets more confusing. We need to get all of these people out of the building.
:nightdragon2 Glitch Girl is right. As long as you guys can work this out later...
:streamclone There will be no later for these imbeciles! :angry: I will destroy you all!
:xstream *Looks to Glitch Cat* Why don't you take care of this for us?
:glitchcat *Lunges at XStream's Clone* MEEEEEEeeeeeeooooooOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!! :angry:
:streamclone :blink:
:xstream Have fun!
One situation under control for the moment, our heroes begin the evacuation of the rampaging building.
:streamclone :o
:xstream So what are we going to do with the rampaging building?
:nightdragon2 A sentient apartment building is a new one on me.
:glitch: We need to find what has caused this to happen...
:xstream *Looks at the building* Earlier, it had arms. I had to fly around two mechanical arms...
:nightdragon2 Mechanical!? Then we need to search the building for a power source and GG can "glitch" it.
:glitch: I doubt the building has a computer system... that just seems... silly... :mellow:
:xstream Maybe it is magical?
Suddenly the building stops.
:xstream :nightdragon2 :glitch: :huh:
:xstream :glitch: :nightdragon2 :glitchcat :streamclone :xstream :xstream :mellow:
:xstream Did you guys feel that!?
:nightdragon2 You mean, that feeling that you experience when you have gone through a time displacement?
:xstream Yeah.
:glitch: Definitely...
:xstream This is crazy! I keep feeling those time displacements!
:nightdragon2 And the building has stopped rampaging....
:glitch: What is going on!?
:glitchcat Meowwwww.... :huh:
:xstream Maybe we have saved the day already?
:xstream Does this mean that I can go get my pizza? I can call D'Angelo's and reserve us a table? :thumbup:
:glitch: But what stopped the building?
RUMBLE! CRASH! Just them the building collapses!
:glitch: My apartment!
:xstream For the record, it was already moving before I got here....
:xstream *Blasts XStream in the back!* :angry:
:xstream Five!
:xstream Too harsh man!
:streamclone :angry: Finally! Someone with som-
:xstream *Blasts XStream Clone*
:xstream I have wanted to do that for a long time. <_<
:nightdragon2 What is going on!?
:xstream Just cleaning up the situation. *Looks to Five* Let's get them out of here before we get any more attention than we have already received.
:xstream Dude, we have been fighting each other around a moving apartment building. I think we have as much attention as we are going to get.
:xstream *Communicator Beeps*
Yes, One?
:xstream Four, get our guests over here. I can see you guys on Channel 5! And tell Three that I saw him on Channel 3 talking about how much he enjoyed the last Harry Potter Movie. :angry:
:glitch: We are not going to just let you fly off with X.
:xstream Try and stop us. :angry:
:xstream Listen, I can't discuss this right now. But I have got to get him out of here.
:xstream *Looks at Five* And I will make sure that he is not harmed.
:xstream *To Five* I think he just put you in your place...
:xstream I could take you both with both of my arms ripped off, and a kidney missing.
:xstream Dude, you need help....