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IC: Gadgeteer named a series of coordinates - they pointed to an empty field on the outskirts of Manchester. "After we arrive we need to acquire several items of clothing - I have a plan for us to infiltrate Jodrell bank, but I will explain it when we meet you in person." Besides, Gadgeteer felt his team would need reminding of it again. He hoped Carapace was now accounting for the extra team member in formulating their false aliases...OOC: I don't have time for detailed posts until Thursday, so if you guys don't mind waiting just a few days longer, I'll kick the mission into high gear then.

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OOC: Alright, I shall continue Strike's plotline at random.IC: Strike, USA (Vegas)Paul Smithson awoke on a motel bed, his mind racing to explain what had happened. Then he remembered the cyborg, and the fact he was in Vegas.Sighing, he sat up, realized he was already dressed, and reached for his car keys. Finding them, he located his shoes, notified the Motel owner he was leaving, and got his car. As he started the engine, an all to familiar voice spoke. "Were are we going now?" Spike, the crazy mini alien, said. Paul sighed. "I'm not entirely sure. We'll see." He replied. "Where's the robot guy?" The alien asked. "No idea." He replied. This is getting tiring... He thought as pulled out of the parking lot and piloted the car towards the east coast.OOC: Kinda open for interaction. (Don't expect much activity)

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Hm..what do the English wear?

OOC: We wear black suits, monocles, bowler hats and carry briefcases with a saucer and cup of tea held in the other hand. Also Union Jack underpants. And misshapen and/or prominent teeth.IC: Gadgeteer put down the radio and strode back into the passenger cabin."We will be joined by another hero upon landing," he informed the group. "A League member named Saosin." He hoped Negafire was competent enough not to react to this - emotional pyrokinetics never left their surroundings un-burnt for long...
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NPC: At this point more instructions invaded Gadgeteer's HUD. The hero you will meet believes you to be a particularly active group of solo heroes. He is unaware who directed him to you. | You, meanwhile, are here on your own initiative. Your contact in England set this up and you hacked a few files to support the ruse. | So long as 'N-Ber' does not revert to the appearance he bore at that debacle in Washington yesterday he should be unrecognized. | He is not entirely unintelligent. Likely he will come to the same conclusion. Inform 'Lone' that he is now Tyrone Newell, the brain trust's engineer. | Your disguises will include notes on astrophysics, engineering and other relevant details. Memorize them quickly. | The disguises are located in an airport restroom that displays itself as occupied. It is unlocked. Go in one at a time. Be inconspicuous. | I have set your HUD to mark the requisite door. It will appear as a golden glow. It is located on the second floor, not far from where you will enter. | A disguise has been provided for Saosin. Inform him of the brain trust. He is now an architect specializing in theoretical low-gravity designs. | Name: Dorian Hewett. | Inform him of other details as you see fit. | Questions?Perhaps a bit too many details with time of the essence, but better that he walk into this knowing what to expect. Carapace believed in making sure everyone working for him knew everything he needed them to - and not a bit more. For security reasons, of course. {H-D}

Good to conquer evil
Lies to fight the truth
Are any of us only saints or sinners

Or is it always Red versus Blue?

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OOC: HD, how did you know I was going to give Saosin the first name Dorian for his alias? How? xDIC: Saosin (En Route, Manchester, England)Now changed once again, Tilian sat down at one of the tables, pulling up a video online about adoption of a British accent. He wanted it mild, but recognizable: his disguise had to be impeccable.Leaning back, he let his memory do the work for him.-Teezy

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IC: (NPCs - Superbeing Smackdown!)Over the course of her career as a SuperVillain, Pyroclast had fought an aquakinetic or two. As a pyrokinetic, it was inevitable. During those encounters she had developed certain techniques for dealing with them - relying heavily on magma, for one. Which meant that, unlike most pyrokinetics, she felt reasonably cocky when fighting someone who could manipulate water - it was cryokinetics she was uneasy fighting.Following this line of thinking, Pyroclast was fairly certain that she was going to prevail against Sluice, given enough time. Thus, she was visibly shaken when the wave of lava reacted oddly upon connecting with Sluice's shield. Eyes darting throughout the cloud of steam that obscured her view, she took a few hesitant steps backward.When the ice needles flew out of the curtain of steam, she instinctively willed an aura of heat to appear around her to melt the incoming attack. Even so, she cried out and stumbled backwards as if the attack were deadly, and blindly threw a fireball in the direction the needles had come from...OOC: I just realized that I never posted this next bit, and it's been sitting around since early on in the Technax invasion. Better late then never, I suppose. :shrugs:IC: (NPCs)In the still of the night, a lone man walked casually up the darkened walkway of a dimly lit mansion, cloak rippling in a warm summer breeze. As he ascended the steps onto the grandiose front porch, the man glanced around, as if checking to see if he was being followed. Content with his assessment, he rang the doorbell.After a few moments wait, a man in a crisp black suit opened the door. The butler bowed stiffly, then gestured for the man to enter. “Come in, sir,” he said in a refined British accent. “My master has been expecting you.”The man nodded his thanks and strode into the inner hall. A crystal chandelier two stories above illuminated the doorway, and as the man entered it seemed as if he were an apparition passing into a bubble of color and light. He wore predominantly dark colors – loose gray clothing under a hooded black cloak, a black vest, matching boots, and gauntlets. His face was obscured by the combination of his hood, a black cloth tied over the lower half of his face, and gleaming red goggles that shined with an inner light. A utility belt clung to his waist, housing an assortment of gadgets and weaponry.The butler quietly closed the door behind the dark figure and escorted him through the mansion. The hooded man took little notice of the grandeur around him – the rich wooden paneling, the enormous tapestries depicting numerous scenes, the marble pillars, the dazzling tile floors, the rare paintings, the crystal vases holding exotic plants. It was not that he seemed accustomed to such finery, merely that his sole focus was his destination.At the end of a long corridor, the butler opened an intricate wooden door and stood aside so that the guest could enter. The room was spacious, with an ornate desk along one wall, a stuffed armchair behind it, and a plush divan across from it. The far wall was ceiling to floor glass, two panels of which were sliding doors leading out to a marble balcony. A wide screen television was mounted on the wall beside the door, and a small elevator stood off to the side of the divan, the gold painted doors blending into the wooden colors of the room.The man sitting at the desk was not old, per say, but was beginning to show the signs of age. Wrinkles were starting to form around his mouth and dark brown eyes, and his skin had an odd, pale color to it, as if he spent too little time in the sun. His auburn hair was combed back, revealing a high forehead and making his face seem to float between his hair and coat collar. He wore an expensive black coat, despite being indoors, and a dark brown suit under that. His warm smile and friendly demeanor exuded a fatherly aura, while his eyes betrayed the shrewd, calculating mind of a businessman.“Ah, good evening, Bounty,” the man said to the cloaked figure. “I apologize for summoning you at such a late hour, but you understand that I don’t necessarily want to be seen involved in your affairs. Please, have a seat.” He motioned toward the divan.The man known as Bounty hesitated for a moment, glancing at the divan. Though he clearly thought of doing otherwise, he remained standing, folding his arms instead. “I’ve had stranger clients than yourself, Mr. Heart, and at all manner of hours. So long as you pay, I don’t feel inconvenienced in the slightest. I would appreciate it, however, if you would refrain from using your…abilities on me.”Peter Heart smiled in what was meant as a sheepish manner, but he looked more condescending than anything else. “My apologies; it becomes such a habit that I forget myself sometimes. Would you care for anything to drink?”“If you would, sir, I’m not here for pleasantries,” Bounty replied, “especially false ones. You want to hire me – that’s why you called me. If you don’t plan on getting down to business soon, then you can call me back when you do.”Peter leveled an almost malicious glare at Bounty. “I’ve never truly understood superhuman arrogance,” he said, folding his hands on his desk. “But I appreciate your business attitude. You’re right – I want someone hunted down, and I hear tell that you’re the best bounty hunter money can buy. I don’t know if you are aware, but I was kidnapped several months back.”“I did run a background check on you before I arrived,” Bounty admitted. “You were abducted by a Villain known as Knucklebones, as I recall. A failed attempt to overthrow Midnight’s role as leader of the Coalition.”“As if I wanted any connection to the upstart,” Peter scoffed. “But your assumption is correct. Now, I don’t take kindly to being kidnapped; it makes me look weak, helpless even. Most would-be kidnappers don’t realize that I can defend myself – my powers of persuasion aren’t well known, after all – and so come out a bit worse than they bargained for. Knucklebones came prepared, however, and he made a fool out of me. I want that man found and punished for what he did.”Bounty was silent for a moment. “When I find him, what do you want me to do with him?” he asked. “Turn him over to the League?”“No, I want him brought to me first,” Peter said menacingly. “I want him to know that I was the reason for his capture, that no one messes with Peter Heart without suffering the consequences. Then I want him disposed of, in as inconspicuous a manner as possible. There has to be no connection to me except rumor.”Behind his glowing red goggles, Bounty raised an eyebrow. “You realize that Knucklebones is extremely dangerous, don’t you? And you honestly want me to bring him here?”“I didn’t say brought here – I said brought to me. I will meet you wherever you deem fit.”Bounty nodded, then leaned across the desk, making sure that Peter had nowhere else to look. “I’ll take the job – but not for less than thirty million.”“What!?” Peter exclaimed. “That’s all but robbery!”“You ask for a great deal – capturing an extremely dangerous Villain, confining him, arranging a clandestine meeting with yourself, murder, and remote disposal of the body. I don’t need the League breathing down my neck – they’re suspicious of me enough as it is – and I find myself low on funds since the invasion. I won’t take less than thirty million.”“Back. Off.” Peter snarled, and Bounty complied, standing up straight but moving nowhere. “I will not be treated like this, nor will I pay such an obscene price.”“Let me put it this way,” Bounty replied with equal menace. “You pay me at least thirty million, or I simply won’t do the job. You said it yourself –I’m the best bounty hunter you’re ever going to find, and the only one who will meet your requests. You either want the job done, or you don’t. I know you can afford it.”Peter glowered at Bounty, but silently considered the proposition. “Ten million, that’s as high as I will go.”Bounty shook his head. “Twenty.”“Fifteen, and that’s my final offer. If you refuse, I’ll find someone else – and dispose of you as well.”Bounty smiled, though it was hard to distinguish through the cloth that covered his nose and mouth. “Done,” he said. “I want five million in advance, and the rest upon meeting with Knucklebones.”Peter looked anything but happy, but he inclined his head ever so slightly. “Deal.” ~Lord Rahl~

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OOC: The League base fight has badly stalled, waiting on Transairion I believe (who still hadn't replied to the nudging PM I sent him the other week). He was really only going to have KILL help the villains make a retreat, so if he doesn't show up soon maybe you guys should just assume that happened and carry on?IC: A shadow appeared within the steam, growing clearer as it approached. It shrunk slightly as the fireball came at it, then after the unmistakeable hiss and fizzle of the attack being extinguished it carried on, emerging from the mist.It was Sluice, but not as she had been before the magma wave hit. In fact if one did not take the time to examine the frosty, misshapen image of the heroine within they could easily have mistaken the figure for a huge humanoid chunk of ice. To call it a suit of armour would be an understatement, for this did not sport the usual gaps and joints that permitted a suit of armour mobility - this was one full-body, airtight coating of foot-thick ice that added a good two feet to Sluice's height. The coating rapidly reformed, allowing her to raise a leg, set it down, then raise the other, and so on and so on. Movement was slow and required concentration, but it was a price to pay for the sheer defense the coating provided. Not only did it consist of frozen heavy water - the slightly denser variant of regular water - but it was packed so tightly that when the lava wave had struck her it had caused the billowing cloud of steam that flooded across the lava pool.The icy titan lifted an arm. Several small chunks tore themselves away from the coating and rocketed towards Pyroclast. They were ice daggers, but with a twist - as Pyroclast might soon discover...OOC: Been meaning to develop some fresh techniques for Sluice, so say hello to Heavy Armour! (Yeah it's a bad pun, shut up) Have Pyroclast defend however you like Rahl, and I'll let you know if said defense reveals the twist. :sly:

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IC: The only reaction from Negafire to the announcement of a League member is a slow blink. Okay, this could get bad... He remembered a lot of League members from Plasmafire's memories, but this name didn't ring a bell. Of course, there was the now missing months since their minds were separated... So Negafire'd just have to hope that this hero and Plasmafire haven't met yet. Oh yeah, and he probably would need to stay out of costume around the League guy...

"Quis custodiet ipsos custodies? Your grace."


"I know that one. 'Who watches the Watchmen?' Me, Mr. Pessimal."


"Ah, but who watches you, your grace?"


"I do that too. All the time."


 


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OOC: Gah...both my characters are kinda stuck, Skyra's still in the fight in the league HQ...and Dreamcatcher is....waiting for Skyra XD....what should I do....

You could join me in doing something. I'm kinda just 'watching' the Superbeing Smackdown competition and waiting for the current round to end so I can do something. I'm fine with retconning my actions to pretend they never happened if you wanna join me in something else.
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IC: Saosin (En Route, Manchester, England)"Approaching Manchester, England now. ETA: 10 minutes."Saosin looked up at the computer and nodded."Alright," he said, before raising an eyebrow at how well his British accent had developed over the last twenty minutes. He coughed, trying to get his regular voice back until he actually needed the accent. "Prepare for final descent."-Teezy

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

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IC: All of the plane's passengers felt the gradual tilt of the vehicle's frame. Gadgeteer glanced out of the window. Beyond the swathes of grey cloud he could see an expanse of green - they were coming in to land.Without saying a word to the others he marched back into the cockpit. As Carapace had told him, the autopilot would be deactivated during the last ten minutes of the flight. He inserted his adaptable connection port into the plane's controls - using the same hole he had made earlier - and eased the vehicle downwards, once again switching on the 'fasten seatbelts' sign in the passenger cabin. The engines whined and the plane tilted further, and now its momentum could be felt and it rumbled and rattled towards the ground. It seemed like it was all over in seconds, and next thing Viktor knew he was bringing the aircraft to a steady halt along one of the runways of a Mancunian airport. He drove the craft off the runway and towards the terminals, following procedure as best he could and, to Carapace's credit, there was every sign that the arrival of their plane was anticipated and not raising any suspicions. When the plane rolled to a stop a boarding tunnel extended to meet it. Gadgeteer stood up and returned to the passenger cabin."Follow me. Do not leave the group. Do not talk to anyone," he told the others firmly. The four of them departed the plane and walked into an arrivals lounge that was packed with people, although there were plenty of features within the room - thick support pillars, decorative plants, advertising boards and so on - for the group to stay concealed behind as they walked, so that none of the civilians noticed anything other than a brief glimpse of colour as they moved. Gadgeteer ducked into the closest set of public toilets, and immediately a golden glow appeared upon his HUD.He pointed at a cubicle door. "In," he told N-Ber."But I don't need to g-""Our disguises are inside," Gadgeteer interrupted in a low voice. After that the group understood, and one by one they entered and changed. Gadgeteer waited until last. When he walked into the cubicle he found several open briefcases and two closed ones, one labelled 'Gadgeteer' and the other 'Saosin'. He unclipped the latches of his own briefcase and, fighting back his own sense of reluctance, removed his armour piece by piece and changed into a smart-looking suit. Just before removing his helmet he checked the running countdown of their mission's remaining time:

Eight hours forty six minutes remaining.

The man that emerged from the cubicle was a tall, tautly-muscled man with shoulder-length black hair and a thick beard. Viktor handed most of the briefcases to Lone - they were, as they had planned, now filled with the disassembled components of Viktor's armoured battle suit. The briefcase he held onto was Saosin's."This way," said Viktor. Outside of the armour, his Russian accent was more apparent.Moving as inconspicuously as they could out of the restroom and out of the airport, the group was led around the side of the building and towards a huge open field. There was a single speck of colour amongst the dull green of the grass, and as they drew closer the shape morphed into that of a person. Viktor raised a hand in greeting as they drew closer to the man."Hello Saosin." Skipping all further pleasantries, Viktor thrust the briefcase into the hero's hands. "This is your disguise. Change into it, and I will detail the mission for you all one final time..."OOC: Just skipping through most of the uninteresting stuff here.

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IC: Saosin (Airfield, Manchester, England)Tilian nodded and walked around the side of the building. After about two minutes, he walked back out, looking very much like a British architect. His once-short blonde hair had grown since his retirement, and he carried with him the stubble that came after not shaving for an entire weekend. Nodding his greetings to the other team members, he placed his clothes in the briefcase and closed it."So," he said, slipping into his clipped British accent once again, "the briefing?"-Teezy

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IC: As he stood at the edge of the windy field, looking at his four teammates, Viktor couldn't help thinking of the last time he had played the role of leader. That was over a month ago now but the stress of the experience was still fresh in his memory. Thankfully, all evidence pointed to this group being far more competent and obedient."So far, this is what we know," Viktor began. Despite his earlier attempts to portray himself as a more carefree solo hero, he assumed more of a military demeanour during this speech. He did not want their mission to be hampered by poor communication. "Lady Hexas' worldwide broadcast originated from Jodrell Bank. However, the employees of that facility went to work today as normal and no alarms have been raised. Therefore she is either occupying the facility in secret or has taken its staff hostage."We are going to disguise ourselves as a team of scientists who have arranged a visit to the facility on this day. I am certain that we will be allowed entry, for rejecting us would only draw suspicions upon the place. When we enter, we will quietly observe and learn more about the situation. When the time is appropriate, we will shed our disguises and act to apprehend Lady Hexas. All clear so far?" The group gave their assent. "As to our disguises. Bruce Airey here is already a reputed businessman, and for the purposes of this mission has become part of a brain trust looking into developing privatized spaceflight, so he will not be needing an alias. In costume he is known as The Whistler. I and N-Ber will be posing as Mr. Airey's astrophysicist aides named Dmitry Kolyevich and Jackson Griffin. My armoured battle suit is currently contained in the briefcases held by Lone here. He will be posing as Tyrone Newell, an engineer. Saosin is to be Dorian Hewitt, the architect of the group. I have here a number of papers, containing more information on our aliases and basic information regarding the fields in which our aliases are experts. Read them on our way to Jodrell Bank. Memorise them. But allow Mr. Airey to do most of the talking, as he is the apparent leader of our party." Viktor handed our the papers amongst the group. "Finally, for this mission to be a success there are three objectives we absolutely must complete. Firstly, Lady Hexas must be captured. Secondly, it must be done within eight hours. Thirdly, no-one must die. At all." This last bit was meant mainly for Negafire, but Viktor pretended to be addressing the entire group. "If any of you have any questions, queries or suggestions, now is the time to voice them."Viktor was still keeping quiet about Carapace's presence in the mission, which irritated him slightly as on top of his pretending to be a solo hero, the Negafire/N-Ber facade and the aliases they were all now going to adopt, the number of secrets and lies within this mission were beginning to pile up...OOC: To save you guys having to trawl through posts like I did when writing this one, I'm going to give you an easy way of finding this infodump. Just type COOLKOPAKA in the search and you'll be directed right here, as it's the only post in the entire topic containing that phrase.

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OOC: Oh, right.... I actually forgot KILL was my character, and since Darkness is preoccupied and Silver is 'dead' I haven't been looking here often. Sorry about that. In the future though, if KILL ever stagnates something feel free to use him like an NPC, since he has pratically half the value Silver and Darkness do... even then, Kumata plays a better Darkness then I do X_XGuess I'd better post, though I'm regretting featuring this tournament in the start of my plot at all... when you're not fighting it's bleh. And I don't want it to last longer than the actual plot... Better add that to my list of "dumb plot decisions I made" (featuring pretty much all the Invasion arc).IC: Serving as a getaway vehicle held signifigantly more disadvantages then advantages... namely everyone tried to cripple to prevent you fufilling your role at all. The microscopic nanoshapes that made up his form 'pushed' at a cellular level, forcing the intruding diamond weapon back out of his engine which reformed as it went, resulting in restored mobility at the cost of those nanoshapes destroyed in the attack... but those could be replaced in downtime. When those who needed transport had managed to fall, leap or otherwise achieve getting inside KILL began to floor it in reverse, pulling a violent one-eighty before heading for the largest entrance he'd created that would lead back the smashed front gate. Naturally the heroes would redouble their efforts to disable him, so the sentient car had all of his assimilated machine guns out and was spraying wildly in their heroic directions as he drove. That didn't mean it'd actually work, but shooting a hero was always better than not shooting a hero.

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The light becomes the dark...

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OCC: Kumata, will Lone be able to wear his armor or not? it might be problomatic if he can'tIC: lone looked over his notes, having known some of this and learning a few new things as well. once he was done reading them he put them int a compartment in his armor

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War...war never changes.

We crawl, on our knees for you,
under, a sky no longer blue,
we sweat, all day long for you.

But we sow, seeds to see us though,
cause sometimes dreams just don't come true,
we wait, to reap what we are due.

-Rise Against, Re-Education (through Labor)

 

 

 

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IC: Saosin (Manchester, England)"Everything appears to be in order," muttered Tilian, reviewing his notes. An entire lifetime's worth of basic architecture and backstory made its way into his head in moments, and when he was done reading, he snapped pictures of each page with his phone and put the papers back in the briefcase with his clothes.-Teezy

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IC: "No-one must die. At all." Negafire raised an eyebrow slightly, wondering if the comment was directed at him. Honestly, he didn't see what the big deal was. Even Plasmafire the supposedly 'good' twin, secretly didn't have much of a problem killing villains, if they were deemed too dangerous to be held. And this Hexas seemed pretty dangerous. Eh, whatever, he knew he had to keep his cover anyway. Although... Gadgeteer seemed like he knew more about Negafire than he was letting on... No time to worry about that though. Negafire smoothed out the suit he was wearing, trying to adopt his character. He had decided to try acting like a scatterbrained scientist with a tendency to talk way too fast, and was uncomfortable in a suit. Mainly because Negafire was uncomfortable in a suit. He then realized he had a question to clear up, and decided to use it to get into character. "Um, ah, yes, excuse me?" He began, acting slightly nervous and speaking quickly. "Um, just to clarify, you're Dmitry and I'm Jackson, yes? Hm? And also, are we, uh, meant to, ah, know each other, or uh, recently acquainted?"

"Quis custodiet ipsos custodies? Your grace."


"I know that one. 'Who watches the Watchmen?' Me, Mr. Pessimal."


"Ah, but who watches you, your grace?"


"I do that too. All the time."


 


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OOC: Sorry thelonewander I meant to say that Lone doesn't need to take his armour off as it will be covered by his disguise. Can his helmet be removed? That's the only part that might cause problems.

even then, Kumata plays a better Darkness then I do X_X

Do I? I can't remember any times I've played as Darkness, outside of adding a line or two from him to my own ICs. :???:IC: "Yes," said Viktor to N-Ber, "I am Dmitry and you are Jackson. We are to act like... business associates. Friendly, but not too familiar. That goes for all of us..." Edited by Kumata
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IC: Saosin (Manchester, England)Tilian was excited. He had received top marks for disguise and deception at the League, but never before had he actually adopted an alias. This would be interesting..."How are we going to apprehend Hexas when we find her? I assume you all have some sort of offensive powers?" he asked, looking up at the others. "Photographic memory doesn't work well in a firefight, and I doubt we'll be able to account for weapons as part of our disguises."-Teezy

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OCC: yes it can be removed.IC: Lone notice that the only part of his armor not covered was the helmet, so he put it in one of the other suitcases and was ready to go.

War...war never changes.

We crawl, on our knees for you,
under, a sky no longer blue,
we sweat, all day long for you.

But we sow, seeds to see us though,
cause sometimes dreams just don't come true,
we wait, to reap what we are due.

-Rise Against, Re-Education (through Labor)

 

 

 

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IC: "By whatever means possible. Me and Lone possess enhanced strength due to our armours, and N-Ber possesses pyrokinetic abilities. If you would like to bring a firearm with you, it can be stored in one of the breifcases with my armour. But truthfully Lady Hexas is not an opponent we can reliably plan for, as we do not know much about her capabilities. Her armour appears to be advanced, but the fact that she is a... talking shark makes it very hard to predict much about her behaviour or skills..."

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OOC: You probably missed this, it was a couple pages back, but Ultionis tossed an EMP grenade at KILL's shattered windshield. Of course he just thought it'd fry some spark plugs. If he knew it was made of nanites... he'd have thrown it a lot earlier, actually. NPC: So to sum up, Ultionis was battered, disarmed of all but a pistol and one thermal grenade, faced with hand-to-hand combat against a phaser on one side and a pair of car-mounted machine guns on the other, and to top it all off the bad guys were getting away. He had just enough time to curse - out loud this time - before yelling "Hit the deck!" and diving sideways, away from both threats. Unfortunately the guns were waving about wildly, and those rounds were just about heavy enough to go straight through his armor. Worse yet, they were also heavy enough to go through anything else in the room. Only things tough enough to withstand even a couple of rounds would be the walls, and if he hid behind those he'd leave himself open to suprise attacks by the phaser. All of this meant there was exactly one viable course of action. He cursed again (not out loud) as the bullets swept off in another direction and turned, then lunged at the only safe place remaining: Right on top of the escape vehicle.(H-D)IC: Shard, meanwhile, was faring much better. It turned out there was one thing in the room that could withstand several rounds from a machine gun without breaking: Him. Of course there were cracks, and it hurt like a witch, but at this point he was starting to get used to that. What really got him was the way his spikes just popped out of the car, as if it had spat them out. How the heck did that even happen? Maybe if- Oh, right. Villains, getaway, talking car, no time to contemplate.Instead, since piercing didn't work, he decided to go one better: He formed in one hand a nice, big hammer made of pure diamond. The smart way didn't work, he thought, so I'll stick to my strengths. Smashing is my strengths. With that comforting thought in mind he ran forward and swung the hammer over his head, aiming for a nice, solid crunch of the machine gun closest to him.*H-D*NPC: No one must die? Interesting. Hexas would be an interesting specimen for study, of course, if only to see how such a high intellect got inside a being without so much as an opposable thumb, but Carapace somehow doubted that was on Gadgeteer's mind when he laid down the law. He would have to wait and see if this was genuine morality at work or some kind of angle. He somewhat doubted the former. Gadgeteer had carried himself like a professional when they talked, and displayed clear strategic experience suggesting a history of conflict. Military, perhaps, or maybe private. If either was the case - no certain thing, but probable - he would understand the need, should it arise, for unfortunate bloodshed. In the meantime, the mission's patron would content himself by observing their activities via the cameras and audio receptors inside the buttons on each of their disguises while relaying information as necessary to the earpiece he had provided Gadgeteer, alias Dmitry. It was designed to look like a simple bluetooth device, but those were horribly insecure. In truth the earpiece was his own design, completely inaudible to anyone not wearing it, and equipped with a secure feed indirectly from his little hidey-hole. He had, of course, informed Gadgeteer he was watching them - it was only to be expected. But enough brooding. Hopefully by the time they arrived everyone would know their parts. Now if only there had been time for acting classes...{H-D}

Good to conquer evil
Lies to fight the truth
Are any of us only saints or sinners

Or is it always Red versus Blue?

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IC: Saosin (Manchester, England)"Alright," said Tilian, drawing an M-45 MEUSOC pistol and withdrawing a suppressor from his pocket. Screwing it on to the barrel tightly, he checked his clip and handed the gun over to Gadgeteer."I feel more comfortable already."-Teezy

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IC: Negafire scanned his papers, his eyebrows raising slowly. Holy ######, this was complicated... He looked more carefully at the papers, picking out the key phrases and attempting to memorize them. There was no way he could remember all of this, so he planned on taking those key phrases and just winging it if he was asked questions. He was good at spouting random babble. His head was full of useless information.

"Quis custodiet ipsos custodies? Your grace."


"I know that one. 'Who watches the Watchmen?' Me, Mr. Pessimal."


"Ah, but who watches you, your grace?"


"I do that too. All the time."


 


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IC:" I'm ready to go when you guys are." Lone's face was burning a bit under the sun, but that was because he almost never took his helmet off outside, or inside for that matter.

War...war never changes.

We crawl, on our knees for you,
under, a sky no longer blue,
we sweat, all day long for you.

But we sow, seeds to see us though,
cause sometimes dreams just don't come true,
we wait, to reap what we are due.

-Rise Against, Re-Education (through Labor)

 

 

 

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IC: Viktor took the gun from Saosin, then handed it to Lone (he looked a little paler than Viktor would have expected), who stashed it in one of the briefcases. He checked that the safety was on before passing it over - it wasn't that he distrusted Saosin, just that he had no reason to trust him. He turned towards the road, paused, then turned back to Saosin."The League Jet you used to come here. Is it nearby? Jodrell Bank will take time to reach on foot. We may save valuable time if you take us in your jet instead. If not, then perhaps we can accommodate a vehicle." By this Viktor meant steal, but with the threat of Lady Hexas looming over them he could plausibly pass off such an act as necessary under the circumstances...

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IC: Saosin (Airport, Manchester, England)"Yeah," said the young Californian, walking and gesturing for the group to follow him. "It's right over here." In a minute or two, they were at the jet."I had it on autopilot from New York City, but if any of you know how to fly, I'll let you take the stick."-Teezy

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IC: Viktor made a gesture of refusal at Saosin's offer. He would rather someone who actually knew how to pilot a League Jet take the controls.As they stepped into the sleek black craft he observed its interior with interest. He had never been able to study a League Jet up close before. He knew that the standard model of these crafts was both able to fly safely at supersonic speeds and become invisible, both technologies he would like to incorporate into his armoured battle suit. A small part of him hoped that the craft would get damaged, so that he would have a chance to study its inner workings later on."Be sure to make the craft invisible on our approach," he advised to whoever chose to play the role of pilot...

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IC: Saosin (League Jet, Manchester, England)Tilian looked around at the others, who all shrugged. Sighing, he sat down in the pilot's chair. He knew how to fly one of these things, but he had never liked it: flying wasn't all that it was cracked up to be in the movies.He began to prep for takeoff. 8 hours, 40 minutes remaining.-Teezy

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OOC: Where'd everyone go all of a sudden?IC: As they travelled (and the craft moved so smoothly through the air it was difficult to tell when they were travelling) Viktor studied his own collection of papers. Astrophysics was not a field he possessed much knowledge of, but given that he was a man of science it was not particularly difficult for him to understand the concepts outlined in his notes. He read the same phrases over and over, branding them into his memory. The others were quiet during the brief journey, and he hoped that they were doing the same...

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So, I'm unsure about this, but can I join in? Tell me if it needs editing.OK, ignore the above, as this is edited.Real Name: George Madness (real name unknown)Alias: MentalistAppearance: Wears a mask on missions (has a favourite mask that is modeled on a bird), and uses two pistols. Wears a suit that flexes under impact.Power: Psychic abilities (telekinesis, astral projection etc.) Seeing in the future is not possible as it can change at any time. He can read minds, but rarely does it as he needs to look into his victim's (sorry, subject's) eyes; do astral projection; cause madness in people by overwhelming them through telepathy; can create mental barriers in people's minds through telepathy, limiting their powers; can create a shield to block incoming attacks or redirect energy blasts or projectiles. He can also channel his power through his pistols.Allegiance: Solo HeroArea: Malaysia, now based in England.Bio: Mostly self-taught, Madness at a young age knew he could do things other people couldn't. He did a lot of research on what he could do and practiced on controlling his powers. He refuses to join any coalition as he felt that they are to bureaucratic and oppressive, although most of his funding comes from some organizations and he occasionally takes missions from them. He can float himself into the air, but it takes a lot of concentration.So, can I have a second character?Real Name: Kara MiddlemanAlias: JocastaAppearance: A severe old lady with her hair in a bun. Wears flowings robes and seems to be frail.Power: Super intelligence.Allegiance: Solo HeroArea: Everywhere.Bio: Kara used to be a soldier until she saw the results of war. She renounced her awards and honors and decided to pursue knowledge and only strike back if her allies or herself were harmed. She eventually opened a library on all subjects and even the League has to rely on her sometimes.

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OOC: *whistles casually while hiding can-opener and wiping "Fried Worms" off the menu board*Can't vouch for anyone else, but I've been a bit busy on some personal projects. And I've also been contemplating how to respond to the Aquarius rescue fiasco and wondering whether or not it'd be worth it to drop Soundless off at Jodrell Bank...Also, I think that's hardly a fair assessment of KILL, Trans. He's been my favorite of your characters since Hack. :PSince there still seems to be some discrepancy over whether or not KILL's actually on the move (and also whether or not the Heroes are going to ever let him get away), I'm just going to pretend for the moment that the Coalition escaped and see what everyone else thinks. This has been going on a lot longer than originally intended...IC: (Superbeing Smackdown!)Though she would never have admitted it, Pyroclast was a tad intimidated. This "Whirlpool" seemed to be on an equal playing field with Pyroclast, and she hated not having the upper hand. Not trusting a wave of heat to melt the daggers, she hurled a burst of flame at the ice, so hot it shimmered blue. Not waiting to see the end result, she rushed to the side, hoping to circle around the ice-bound Heroine...~Lord Rahl~

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IC: Tillian (League Jet, Manchester, England)"ETA to Jodrell is about ten minutes," said Tilian quietly, spinning around in the pilot's chair as he read his notes on his alias and his expertise, a pen balanced in his mouth like a cigarette."Question," he said after a second. "In these papers, it's spelled Dorian Hewitt and Dorian Hewett. Which spelling should I use?"-Teezy

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OOC: I'm with out my computer, so I can't make any long posts. I'll be here, just unable to responde

War...war never changes.

We crawl, on our knees for you,
under, a sky no longer blue,
we sweat, all day long for you.

But we sow, seeds to see us though,
cause sometimes dreams just don't come true,
we wait, to reap what we are due.

-Rise Against, Re-Education (through Labor)

 

 

 

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OOC: I've mainly been waiting for something I could reply to...NPC: Carapace sighed. Who had typed that dossier up? Rookie mistakes like that should be beneath his people. He told Gadgeteer through the earpiece, "The name on the papers and articles he wrote is Hewett, with an E." Then he went back to covertly scanning the Jodrell Bank facilities. He had included a full blueprint with Gadgeteer's dossier, including all known alterations and a secret passage into an underground lair that had once been used by a hero who worked there as a janitor in the seventies, but it paid to be on top of things. So long as he was careful not to trip any digital alarms or antivirus programs, of course.{H-D}

Good to conquer evil
Lies to fight the truth
Are any of us only saints or sinners

Or is it always Red versus Blue?

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OOC: Is Beardy Spoon still around or am I going to have to PM him too?(Still haven't gotten a reply from King Joe by the way)IC: "The second." Viktor told Tilian. He went back to leafing through his notes. The blueprints would not initially be of much use - when they arrived at the facility in their guise of scientists they would most likely be led around by a member of staff, and for any of the group to deviate would raise suspicions. Besides, he felt that he had to keep some information to himself - if the group relied on him for it, they would be less likely to disobey his orders. Especially the undercover villain Negafire, or the absent-minded Whistler.He glanced out of the window and saw that they were coming in to land. Another testament to the superior design of the League Jets: he couldn't even feel the descent. He folded his papers up neatly and packed them into his pocket.IC: Just as Pyroclast began moving, a series of small explosions rocked the air. Anticipating a heat-based counterattack, Sluice had packed the hollow interiors of her ice daggers with pure oxygen. She stood still - if Pyroclast was hurt by the attack, good; if not, then Sluice's armour would provide her with plenty of time to think up another maneuver. Notwithstanding, she didn't want to hurl too many attacks at her opponent at once, afraid that she might go too far and seriously cripple her...

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