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IC--Sepulchral--Library Having gathered all he thought necessary, Sepulchral sat down at a table near the door and began to read. IC--Nyarl--Gym Nyarl had scarcely stepped out of the armory before summoning a training dummy from the gym floor. The target itself had scarcely appeared before he flung the chakram in his tentacle at it with deadly speed. He was only partly successful in compensating for the difference in weight from his old disk, but it impacted the dummy off-center, biting deep into the stone and remaining there, vibrating slightly. Nyarl grinned in satisfaction. Finally, things were starting to turn his way again. IC--Kaboom--Gym/Halls The gym was emptying rapidly, but Augustus was still nowhere to be seen. Kaboom swore under his breath; if the other Rahk thought he was being given the cold shoulder it could complicate the budding alliance considerably.
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Between health issues and just being busy, I'll probably be posting pretty sporadically for the next few weeks. Apologies.
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IC--Beat--Gym/Halls/Infirmary Grateful to have her axe back in her hand, Beat flew out into the hall and straight to the infirmary as fast as her increasingly shaky trajectory would take her. Thankfully, the place was not completely full, though it was busier than she had ever seen it in the wake of the assignment. With a relieved sigh, she settled onto the first empty bed she found. IC--Sepulchral--Library Guided by the kernels of insight he had gleaned from his discarded tomes, Sepulchral soon found more volumes that promised to lead him along the path of knowledge that his previous readings had hinted at. Slowly, the stack of manuscripts in his arms began to grow once more. IC--Footwork--Halls/Infirmary By the time he had reached the infirmary, Footwork's weariness had worked itself into a blistering fury. Much as he tried to calm himself, he could not erase his memory of the two-toned Rahkshi, her face twisted into a sneer of casual cruelty. He forced his fists to unclench as he hobbled over to an unoccupied bed; he would just have to try harder. IC--Nyarl--Armory Nyarl bit back a hiss of frustration; the few thrown weapons here were all far too different from his old Toa disk. But as he sifted through a rack of polearms, he noticed a slightly battered leather satchel that had fallen between the weapons and the wall. Curious, he picked it up and opened it. Inside, separated by a series of rigid dividers, were a set of five rounded blades. Sliding one from its housing, he found that it was a perfect ring, empty in the center and razor-sharp along the outside. And, as he absently slipped the strap of the satchel over his shoulder, he noted that it seemed perfectly weighted for throwing. OOC: Just to clarify, Nyarl has found a set of five protosteel chakram. They have no special abilities. I'm confident that this isn't any more powerful than his original weapon, but I am willing to edit the discovery if necessary.
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OOC: Sorry I was gone so long (again); things have been busy this last week. IC--Artemus Schadenfreude--Grand Tranq lobby Artemus grinned in response, and as the civilians streamed out of the lobby, he dropped the elevator key into Riot's waiting hand. IC--Simon Trigger--Sky "Agh." Seriously, what was this? There had to be something going on here somewhere. Why couldn't he find it? "Zib," he said tersely, trying to get in tough with mission control one last time, "this is Trigger. Things are looking deceptively calm where I'm at. Are there any problem spots I should be aware of?"
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IC--Beat--Gym "Thanks," she managed. As carefully as possible, she removed the mace from her shoulder and set its head down on the floor. Balanced on its protruding studs, the handle of the weapon stuck up into the air where it could be grabbed easily. With that, Beat wearily leaned forward and wrapped her intact fingers around the comfortingly familiar handle of her axe. she knew she really ought to be more cautious around someone who had been trying to take her down a few moments ago, but at this point if he decided to finish the job there wouldn't be much she could do about it regardless. She would just have to trust him for a few moments. IC--Nyarl--Armory Nyarl didn't even notice Spindle edging toward the armory as he shut the door behind him. His calculating eye passed over countless racks of lethal implements, speculating on how they would mesh with his fighting style. Some sort of thrown weapon, he thought, would be best; that was what he had the most experience using... IC--Sepulchral--Halls/Library Having made his way back to the library, Sepulchral paused near the door and removed a small selection of books on combat from the first shelf. He had no intention of starting any physical confrontation, of course, but he couldn't be sure that Lerahk wouldn't return to finish him off sometime--to say nothing of the finned savage, or the numerous other bloodthirsty psychopaths no doubt sprinkled copiously throughout the student body. His true aim, though, was elsewhere. Returning the tomes he had already perused to their proper places, he began his search once more.
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IC--Beat--Gym Beat managed not to groan in relief as the assignment ended and her new opponent left her behind. She gingerly picked up the mangled bolas and draped the weapon over her shoulder. She then did the same with the stolen mace, hissing in pain as her broken fingers brushed its shaft. Then, keeping a precarious grip on the handle with her three intact fingers, she flew unsteadily after Door, who seemed to still be carrying her axe. "Hey," she rasped, unsure whether he could hear her over the crowd, "assignment's over. Give the axe back...'n' I'll return this." IC--Shrapnel--Gym/Halls Shrapnel was surprised, which was saying something. She shook her head as the Lerahk and his companion left the gym. He couldn't have eliminated himself; it made no sense. But then, he didn't seem to have any reason to lie, either, especially not if the falsehood was in defense of his assassin. Perhaps he was simply a nutcase. Ruminating, she joined the crowd streaming into the hallways. IC--Nyarl--Gym/Armory Nyarl breathed a sigh of relief as the gym began to clear. A little peace and quiet at last. He shambled unsteadily over to the armory door and entered, already scanning the room for something he could use. IC--Sepulchral--Gym/Halls Sepulchral rose and stretched as the pit disappeared. Then, placing his various implements back into their respective pockets, he strode purposefully toward the corner where he had left his library books. Since the physical conflicts had been primarily confined to the inner portions of the arena, the tomes were thankfully undisturbed. Scooping them up, he made his way out the door and back toward the library. A little more research was all that should be needed... IC--Footwork--Gym Footwork groaned and opened his eyes. His whole body ached from the fall, and he would have sworn his back was still sizzling from whatever missile had taken him down. He managed to stumble upright and stagger toward the door, straggling along the edges of the crowd.
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IC--Artemus Schadenfreude--Grand Tranq lobby Artemus' musings were briefly interrupted by Riot's request. "Of course," he replied. "If anyone here has it, I'll get it." He raised his voice and addressed the room once more. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, it seems Agent Riot needs an elevator key to finish his sweep of the hotel. If anyone here has a key, please hand it over now." He looked over the crowd. Someone began to step forward, but another bot--seemingly one of the ones who had been grumbling earlier--grabbed him by the arm and started up a whispered tirade. Artemus was about to head over and defuse the situation, but before he could take more than a single step, the first bot had cut his angry companion off with a few tersely muttered words and brushed the grabbing hand away. The civilian walked up and deposited a key in Artemus' waiting hand. "Thanks," the Hero said warmly, "I'll make sure this is returned as soon as possible." He activated his comm-link again. "Got one, Riot."
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Well, I'm sold. The minifigures look incredible, I see several nice new parts, and overall it feels like an interesting new variation on a ubiquitous theme. And of course the teaser had several of my little brothers frothing with excitement, too. That's always a good sign. -
IC--Kaboom--Gym A simple glance over the room hadn't been enough to spot his ally, so Kaboom decided a more direct approach was needed. Given Augustus' reaction to the assignment when they had met, he probably wouldn't have thrown himself into the fray without a very good reason. Working on this logic, Kaboom began to lope around the edges of the gym, searching. IC--Sepulchral--Gym [Pit] Sepulchral gazed down at the rock in his hand with cautious approval. His slow, methodical chiseling had transformed it into a decent representation of a shallows cat, curled up tightly as if asleep. He carefully deposited the finished statuette in a pocket, and, seeing that the assignment was still in progress, drew out another rock and returned to work. IC--Nyarl--Halls/Gym As he had feared, the gym was a riot of chaos--but he'd just have to ignore that. He rested against the door frame a moment longer, then he slowly began shuffling along the wall in the direction of the armory.
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OOC: He's been retconned out of existence. ~Unit#phntk#1 OOC: Okay, thanks. IC--Artemus Schadenfreude--Grand Tranq lobby Artemus' search turned up nothing. He supposed he should look through the adjacent rooms next, and considered how to do that without leaving his charges vulnerable. If something were to happen, he could be back in the lobby in five seconds, at the most--but when people were in danger, five seconds was an awfully long time. He glanced around the room and its nervous occupants, turning the problem over and over in his head.
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OOC: Aagh. I apologize for not giving a warning post before I leave to recover, and I immediately get struck down with something even worse before I have a chance to post again. I've been pretty much out of commission across the board, but I'm more-or-less recovered now. IC--Artemus Schadenfreude--Grand Tranq lobby Artemus didn't allow himself to relax, despite the apparent safety. "Okay, folks, we're doing great," he said encouragingly. "Now, I need you all to gather in the middle of the lobby, away from the furniture. I'm going to give this place a clean sweep; make sure there aren't any leftover surprises." The crowd complied, most of them seemingly quite willingly, though there were a few grumblers. Artemus took note of these; he severely doubted they would cause him any trouble, but it paid to cover your bases. As he reflected, he began his inspection, carefully flipping over furniture and pulling out drawers, going over every inch with a fine-toothed comb. OOC: Exactly where in Rock Raider right now? It's not vital info at the present, but Artemus is probably going to search adjacent rooms once he's done here. IC--Simon Trigger--Sky Spotting the descending Hero Craft, Simon followed it, hoping for something interesting, but when it eventually landed atop what seemed to be a hospital it was clear that everything was under control there. He sighed; this was getting horribly boring. Granted, boredom was better than rampant casualties, but it was still the second-worst thing that could happen on a mission. There had to be some action around here somewhere; the problem was that he couldn't seem to find it. Shame for all this talent to just hover around out her going to waste. He decided to try radioing again, though he doubted it would work any better this time around. "Come in. This is Agent Trigger. Are there any deployed Heroes in need of assistance? Over."
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Happy 5th anniversary, Hero Factory! :)
Dark_Stranger replied to Lenny7092's topic in Hero Factory Discussion
I always found HF's story extremely low-quality, but its post-CCBS sets were often quite good--and for that matter, the theme deserves credit just for introducing the system, even if it never quite used it to its full potential. And my attempts to improve on the story got me started on a track that is likely to yield fruit fairly soon, and helped entertain my little siblings to boot. So for all that Hero Factory was sometimes of dubious quality we all (and I, especially) owe it a heck of a lot. Happy fifth anniversary to a glorious, terrible, wonderful theme. -
OOC: Sorry about my absence; been sick all week. IC--Beat--Gym As she flew toward her bolas, Beat noticed with alarm that the edges of her vision had begun to fade out into a blackness that was very gradually creeping inward. She seemed to be noticeably slowing down, too, not that she had been going that fast to begin with. It would be very nice just to stop and rest for a moment... No. She shook her head doggedly, dropped the stolen mace from her unsteady grip, began reaching out for her bolas--and was suddenly face-to-face with (presumably) the brakas who had thrown that boomerang at her. "I'm..not an assassin," she panted. "He started it. Threatened my friends...then stole my axe." A possible way out presented itself. Unlikely to work, but if this latest challenger was willing to be reasonable..."Tell you what. Help me get it back...and then I'll surrender."
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OOC Sorry I was gone for a few days; I was fairly busy and not feeling very well on top of that. I'll be sure to tell you guys first if that ever happens again. IC--Artemus Schadenfreude--Grand Tranq lobby "Right." Artemus nodded his agreement, then turned to address the crowd. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen," he said more loudly, his voice friendly yet deliberately firm, "we just got word from HQ. Everyone needs to stay put until the situation outside is under control. Agent Riot will be sweeping the rest of the building while I keep an eye on things in here. Keep calm and don't leave the room; this should all be dealt with shortly." IC--Simon Trigger--Sky After a few hundred feet with no sign of any further projectiles, Simon slowed to a cautious hover. He noted with disappointment that the villain he had been apprehending seemed to have taken advantage of his distraction and escaped; there was no sign of the creature anywhere. Grimacing and rubbing his aching head, the sullen flying ace began scanning the streets again. OOC: Simon open for interaction.
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IC--Beat--Gym Beat saw what was happening, and sighed to herself. Attacking him wasn't a good idea at this point, but she had no patience for these waiting games. She paused as an idea took shape. Then she rolled her eyes and turned her back on Door, going to retrieve her damaged bolas. IC--Shrapnel--Gym "Don't patronize me, fool. I see everything." Shrapnel backed up again, keeping an eye on the globule of poison--though not exclusively; she couldn't rule out its being a distraction...
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IC--Simon Trigger--Sky As he stabilized, his head pounding, Simon saw what seemed like little more than a bot-sized mass of flame and smoke hurtling toward him. Suppressing an undignified yelp, he rocketed straight up, not even slowing down as the fireball zipped beneath him. Whoever had sent these attacks his way, Simon had to assume that the guy wasn't out of tricks.
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IC--Shrapnel--Gym Shrapnel took a step backward, keeping the distance between them the same. She couldn't have him creeping in on her; couldn't let him get close until he was committed. "So I'm narrow-minded just because I don't immediately trust a complete stranger's unlikely story? I mean, if you saw me in that kind of situation, what would you think?" IC--Beat--Gym "Tempting offer," Beat snarled. "Now hear mine. Drop my axe and jump in the pit, and I won't have to pound you down to the consistency of refectory gruel. Take it or leave it." IC--Nyarl--Halls Nyarl’s already dragging steps slowed even further as he approached the gym. The noise from inside seemed like too much for just a few isolated, separate spars. He groaned, reluctant to get caught up in whatever was brewing in there.
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IC--Beat--Gym "But...if you're as much of an assassin as I am, and you think I'm...are you trying to confess or something?" Beat wasn't quite as confused as she sounded, but anything to get this guy--and maybe whoever was helping him--off guard would help. IC--Shrapnel--Gym Oh, boy. This again. "Look, if you really want me to believe that, and your version of events on top of it, I'm going to need more than just your repeated protests. If there any other witnesses who saw what you claim happened..." Shrapnel trailed off, leaving the statement hanging.
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IC--Simon Trigger--Sky "I'm not about to just leave a wanted criminal in this situation. Just surrender, and this will be easier on--" Simon's nerves suddenly set to jangling. A breeze that didn't quite fit with the wind patterns up here gusted toward the back of his head. He dove frantically, and something sharp clipped the top of his head. He spared a fraction of a second to fire both cannons toward where the attack had come from, but most of his attention was on correcting his now dangerously erratic flight pattern... IC--Artemus Schadenfreude--Grand Tranq Artemus couldn't hold back a grin as he saw the situation in the hotel. It was one of the things he loved about this job--seeing ordinary citizens step up to the plate, time and again, even in the most frightening circumstances, was truly inspiring. Even as he reflected , he was.wading into the fray to help mop up the remaining opposition.
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IC--Beat--Gym Beat was about to tell her enemy exactly what he could do with his advice when something slammed into her side, knocking her into a skid for the second time in half a minute. She definitely wouldn't be standing again for awhile. She did manage to get back into flight mode, but she was noticeably less steady than before. Clutching her side with her free hand, she scanned around for this new assailant, somewhat hampered by her refusal to stop watching Door as well. "Hey!" she roared. "This is between me and the assassin!" Granted, she was far from certain whether the assassin bit was true, but given the part Door had played in thrashing her friends, he definitely deserved it.
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IC--Shrapnel--Gym The Lerahk was nearly as still as she, but his mind was hard at work behind those watchful eyes. Shrapnel grinned mockingly. "You going to come get me, assassin?" IC--Beat--Gym Beat’s axe was over close to where Door stood, but the enemy's morningstar was less than a bio away, since she had still been holding onto it when she went flying. She darted down and snatched it up, careful not to take her eyes off the opposition. As she straightened up, the unfamiliar weapon heavy in her fist, she allowed herself a scornful laugh at his proposition. "Seriously? You're all alone now, and I've taken down worse than you in my time." Which wasn't strictly true, but close enough.
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IC--Artemus Schadenfreude--Outside Grand Tranq As the tide of infected civilians died away, Artemus snapped the tendrils of his forearm, dislodging the bits of Brain stuck to them. Most of the attackers had been unarmed, so he hadn't suffered anything worse than a few scratches. As Riot prepared to enter the hotel, Artemus decided to follow. The guy didn't seem to appreciate his help much, but there was no telling what was in there. An extra pair of eyes could be meeded, if nothing else. IC--Simon Trigger--Sky Finally, Simon came across something promising--some lizard-thing-person loping around down there, apparently unaware of him. He vaguely recalled seeing the guy in the Factory database somewhere, but he couldn't recall any details. He was clearly a villain, at any rate. Simon dropped to about fifteen feet off the ground and fired a warning shot from his secondary blaster, splattering the pavement in front of the guy with pigment. "Freeze, ugly." OOC: Simon interacting with Crowley.
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OOC: I'm waiting for a Door post before I have Beat do anything else. IC--Nyarl--Dorm/Halls Nyarl groaned and hauled himself upright, planting his broad feet on the uninviting stone floor. He hadn't slept well, and the empty space where his left eye should have been ached maddeningly. He briefly considered seeing the nurse about it, but he had more pressing concerns first; without his disk he was much easier prey. Seeing no point in sitting around sulking, he trudged listlessly out the door and down the hall. It was time to visit the armory.
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IC--Kaboom--Halls/Gym Kaboom peered into the gym, trying to see if Augustus was already on there. He had to admit, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Hanging around the new guy too excessively might make Augustus resent him, and then poof went his budding alliance. On the other hand, he didn't want someone else snatching his budding comrade from his grasp while he wasn't looking. But he'd have time to figure out how to proceed once he actually found the guy. IC--Footwork--Gym [Pit] "Hm?" Footwork jerked fully awake, having begun to doze under the drain of his injuries. "Yeah...scary guy..." IC--Sepulchral--Gym [Pit] Sepulchral eyed the half-finished sculpture in his palm critically. His carving was still rather more crude than he would like, but he supposed he was improving. He completely ignored the other inhabitants of the pit as he took up his chisel again, absorbed in his work.
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IC--Artemus Schadenfreude--Near Grand Tranq Ah, one of those types. A bit annoying, but usually decent characters. "Don't be concerned about that," Artemus replied lightly as his "guest" lashed out, slicing two brains in half without scratching their hosts. "I know how to handle myself." It was time to go on the offensive; if any of the infected got past, they'd probably try to surround them.
