The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant (Chemical Plant Zone): Anyone currently there

When the attack started, it seemed to be going well from David's POV, While he wasn't going for kill shots, he was doing a good job suppressing the attacks for his team to cover the ground.
"Keep pushing, they can't sustain this for long!" He shouted to the group as he went to line up another shot only to pause when he saw what appeared to be A blonde Ridley in hot-pants in a power loader suit firing some kinda of advanced weapon system at the gangsters.
"...Alright...That happened." He shrugged, deciding to just be glad that it wasn't them he/she/it/??? was shooting at, so long as she didn't ignite the whole place, he didn't mind the fire support.
It was then that he looked up and saw what appeared to be a man strapped to a rocket laughing like a madm-

"Goddamn it, Wanderer..." He instantly concluded, it certainly seemed like something he would do.
Seeing how he was riding a ignition based jetpack, he took aim at one of the fuel tanks before chip shooting the container, bouncing the bullet off the surface in order to rupture the tank minus the whole "Blow up and die" bit that usually occurs when a bullet meets a fuel tank.
As a result, his course vastly changed as his fuel ran out, causing him to "Harmlessly" slam again one of the chemical silos rather then eventually crash in a burning wreak into them at a later date.

Spoiler: Meth-Cam

While the battle raged on outside, the men inside worked tirelessly to provide the boys and girls of the city with their fix of "Doomsday".
None of them were more hardworking the the main chef, even as his thoughts wandered to simpler times.

"Doom, why is there a a 3 month expired carton of Greek yogurt in Rodem's crib?"
[color=6c1054]"The Target got away!? God Dammit Doom, why are you even still employed?!"[/color]
"How the hell did you get your head stuck in the toilet again, Doom?!
[color=6c1504]"DOOM! THAT WAS MY DRINKING HAT!"[/color]
[color=b4b4]"Great, 6 months of controlled experimentation down the drain. Thanks Doom!"[/color]
"Doom, I asked for tanned body spray. NOT FUCKING SILLY STRING!!
"Doom, did you overwrite my Demo Tape?!"

*CLANG!*

The sudden yanking on his being snapped him back to reality as he looked over his shoulder before pulling at the chain he was tied to, the rail it was connected to seized up sometimes.
Sighing as he got back to making his 8th batch of the day, the former/current/??? Super/Mid Tier/Lowly Villain threw in another bucket full of methylamine and some of that green dye that they used to dye the Chicago river on St. Patricks day into the brew before shutting the lid.
You know, when Diabs first came to him about making meth, he thought he was in Breaking Bad and was playing the role of Walter White to Diab's Gustavo Fring.
While that was half true, he was quickly starting to realize he was more playing the part of Jack Welker and Doom was Jessie Pinkman.
So he worked on, least until he noticed some of the guards running outside as well as the sudden increase in gunfire outside...

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile ...

~Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhere as every body gone?~
Mr. President, [color=66023C]Pierce Washington[/color], Merlin, and Shorn.
Location: Oval Office | White Crib | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

Pierce was little nervous as he began to recount the events that resulted in his capture.
[color=66023C]"Alright, you know how the "SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!" act was shot down? Well, I was out trying to improve your polling with the young kids. Gave a speech, my album, my phone number, you know, whatever would appeal to the kids these days. Then out of nowhere, this SMOKING hot french lady, I mean, 10/10. And she says she's my biggest fan and, Boss, she had a tight ass t-shirt with my face on it and my eyes were like, right where her t-"[/color] (Goddamn it, Pierce).
[color=66023C]"So she said she wanted a "Private interview", you get me? Like, fancy hotel room and all that shit. So, I'm rolling with the boyz, I'm mean, they were going to be standing outside, I mena, I'm not sharing. Then BAM! ***** like has fucking spider legs and shit and she's crawling all over the room. ***** lays out me and the crew and the-....Er, actually, that's all I remember..."[/color] He then finished, leaving out the part about him getting stuffed into the trunk of his own car in his underwear.
It was around this time when Merlin and Shorn entered the room.
[color=66023C]"-Oh! There was the part where these two had to pull me off the assholes when they arrived to "Save" me. Bitches couldn't keep a player down, they had to call in the UN to get me to lay off. Right guys?"[/color] He then suddenly retconned before glancing back at the duo as if to say "Agree with me or you're fired."

Necros Attacks!
[color=DF73FF]Shaundi[/color] and the Secret Service
Location: White Crib | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

All the while, Shaundi was walking and talking with her staff as he looked over the report from the morgue.
[color=DF73FF]"I want full body scanners installed next to the Metal Detectors. And I want the agents operating them in full body armor. Upgrade the threat level and cancel all press meetings. I don't want a single person in or out of this building until we have a means to stop these bombs!"[/color] She shouted before throwing the report into the arms of a passer-by, groaning as she did.
[color=DF73FF]"Fucking Terrorists. How the hell did they even get this level of tech from their mud huts in the middle east?"[/color] She grumbled as she looked behind her and paused.
[color=DF73FF]"...ARE YOU STILL LISTENING TO THAT FUCKING SONG?!"[/color] She then suddenly screamed as the Russian man was now listening to a tape player.
Before she went to grab it, the man held up his hand and said "Ma'am. This tape lasted the entire Cold War. It was one of my most valued tools behind enemy lines. You break it?...I cannot be held responsible for my actions."
Despite his clear warning, Shaundi still took the player before yanking out the cassette tape and pulling out all the tape inside and throwing it in his face.
[color=DF73FF]"And. I. Don't. Give. A. Shit."[/color] She bluntly answered before going back on her way.

As she grumbled, there was sudden sound of struggle and punches landing as well as the sounds of a few bodies hitting the floor.
Before she could turn around, she felt the cord of a set of headphones around her neck as Necros began to choke her out with his makeshift fibre-wire.


Before long, there was an alarm raised over the Secret Service Agent's radios: "Attention all personnel. Intruder in the west hallway, heading toward the stairs. Repeat. Intruder in the west hallway, heading for the stairs. All units report. Protect the President!"

 

[StormShaun]

Lone Wanderer, Devon, Caim, Angelus, and the VTOL group.
Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant (Chemical Plant Zone)

Hanging onto the jetpack, fear itching to enter his heart, Wanderer blocked the feeling well, for fear was something he hasn't felt for years. Yet his hands gripped, hoping for a non-painful landing. Cutting off his own voice, he felt the lightness of the pack on him. Looking behind, he can only see a trail of falling liquid and smoke. Off in the distance, Wanderer could see the scope of David with his superior eye. ("Hmm, he might be the better sniper ...") He thought, reminiscing about his assassination missions with the NCR's top sniper group. At the time, he were experienced, mostly as a hunter, agent, killer, but not as a soldier.

Focusing his attention on his fast incoming obstacle, he knew this would be somewhat painful. ("[sub]This will hurt[/sub]") Cried the small bold voice, inside his mind. Smacking chest-first into the silo, Wanderer's body bounced like a ball. This made the inhuman man fall in an arc, toward the ground. Yet seconds from the concrete, Wanderer injected a syringe into his neck "At lea-" Wanderer muttered before he slammed into the ground, gurgling spit, which dribbled quickly down his mouth.

Slowly turning his mouth, he spat. A low groan emitted from his mouth. He could feel the bones within him fall into an unnatural place, yet as if wire was attached to them, they began to pull themselves back together, just like a toy.

Spoiler: Meanwhile ...

Mr. President, [color=66023C]Pierce Washington[/color], Merlin, and Shorn.
Location: Oval Office | White Crib | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

With the off-sound threat coming from Pierce, Shorn was about to open him mouth, and Merlin's was slowly starting to move. Though knowing his former crew lieutenant, The President looked up from his empty drink glass. "Considering I hired them, I would start to believe that they are in a better position than you Pierce." The President said, his cockney voice emitting through his smirk. The message was all too clear to Pierce "You can't fire them, they're higher rank than you.". Quite painful to the Communication Director.

Suddenly the radio reported the warning, which gave The President the distraction to hide a giggle. Clearing his throat, The President thrust out his hand, "Find out what's responsibly for this!". Then knowing their place, many of the Crib's agents rushed into the Oval Office. Shorn gave a nod and dashed off, Merlin did the same, yet a broad smile was shown. The Legendary Mage playfully slapped Pierce's shoulder, a glow from it fading. Yet the thing about this, was that it felt like that the hand hit bare skin, leaving a small pain.

The President quickly pulled out his Saint themed Shotgun, before pointing below Pierce. On the ground were all of his clothes.
It seems a magical prank was had here.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: 7-11 | Los Angeles​

BlackHarte

When the world had finished shaking and the bullets had stopped their hail against his metal shell BlackHarte emerged from his defensive stance. The world outside was rubble, broken and collapsed concrete littered the ground covered with a dirty brown dust. Water leaked into the crater from broken pipes and several bodies lay strewn across the scene.

The thought was simple and brusque. It had become unnecessary for him to rationalize the events leading to this outcome. The only important piece of information was that the outcome had occurred. Should the earth itself had been destroyed, BlackHarte would have hardly spared the processing power to feign surprise. He was tired of the continuous folly of humankind.

Storm made his way toward the Bridge Knight. BlackHarte watched silently as Storm called to the sack of meat called Azan.

"What is it?" the meat bag said. The two made a simple and banal conversation. There was a fight breaking out elsewhere and a rendezvous was necessary. BlackHarte gave pause, considering whether or not he should speak. Ultimately there was very little he could do that he supposed would make it through the meat bag's obstinate skull. "We should go support our allies then."

Azan's declaration boomed through the armor, as he moved his body shook, sending quakes through BlackHarte's gelatinous body. Azan was uncharacteristically silent. Something about his face seemed stern. He kept giving a strange glancing look to Storm.

Azan was running, armor clanking as he did. He called for Storm, "With haste boy! With haste!"

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant (Chemical Plant Zone): Anyone currently there

Let's clear the air for a moment, shall we? To be clear, this... engagement, was Katya's first experience it came to Mass Homicidal Rage induced Rodeos aka team death matches aka firefights including a massed number of enemies. But from her experience with the internet, specifically 9chan, and violent video games, she knew that the outcome of a point blank gunshot to the head by a 45 caliber handgun wouldn't be pretty. So it was quite a surprise that when Katya pulled the Hate's trigger, the sniper whose head should have exploded into a thousand meaty bits instead seemed to pass out and go to sleep.

"Wut t3h... B3WP!" Katya exclaimed when she realized that not only was the sniper's blood not showing, there was no blood showing up on the walls or the grounds of the Chemical Plant. Which more than likely meant that B3WP had something to do with the gore filtering that she was experiencing.

"Ar3 j00 k1dd1ng m3 B3WP?! J00r v-ch1pp1in' m3?" The Homicidal hacker yelled loudly as she kicked the "slumbering corpse" of the sniper. What she couldn't see was the remnants of the sniper's head bouncing over the side of the chemical tank and bonking a goon over the noggin.

"Yes, Little Miss, I am filtering inbound ocular content as to avoid any long term psychological trauma."

B3WP responded in its matter of fact tone,

"I am acting on Miss Penelope's request."

"W3'11 s33 @b0ut th@t!" Katya retorted as she opened conference call with Penny. "Penny! What in the hell?! Why'd you tell B3WP to v-chip me?!"

As she spoke with Penny, Katya raced to another one of the sniper's position, this time with a silvery metallic blade extended from her right fist. Seeing the girl zerg rushing his position, the sniper snapped off a number of rounds at the young woman, the slugs bouncing harmlessly off of the railing.

*SLISH!*

Again, the sniper appeared to go to sleep from Katya's point of view while in reality, the sniper's arms and sniper's rifle hit the floor, blood gushing forth like Old Faithful.

"Katya," Penny responded over the conference call, "18 or not, you're still maturing psychologically. Exposing you to that sort of violence is bound to affect you in the long term."

"So what, you're a psychologist now?" Kat snapped as she put another sniper to bed.

"I've been working on that since you were sixteen. I thought you knew that."

"You REALLY need a man, Penny. Like REALLY." Katya said. On the plus side, all this filtering was making it easier for Katya to kill without really feeling any remorse, like she was in some sort of video game.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant (Chemical Plant Zone): Anyone currently there

"Yer welcome..." David snarked over the rings as he watched Wanderer "land", knowing that as someone who once shot himself in the face for recreational purposes, he would be just fine once he regenerated a little.
Moving on, he watched as Katya capped a few Snipers as more guards began to come out on top the upper levels in response to the massive siege that was now occurring.
Thanks to Penny's filtering, on top of Australian levels of censorship, she was also able to see the Elite Mook in the Hazmat, The gang members having jury-rigged a set of heavy armor by shoving football gear and some metal plates to it.
And because he had a floating red skull over his head, Katya could also make out the Heavy MG he was packing and, therefore, firing at her, on top of the other low ranking members firing their Semi-Auto rifles into the air at the Dragon flying overhead.

Back on ground level, the fact that what appeared to be a killer robot (Ares-U35) coming their way as well as everything else was enough to break the enemy's line of defense and force them to concede ground as they retreated into the Interior of the the plant, using the catwalks and pipes for cover as they all panicky shouted at each other.
After all, they were trained to stop cops and drive bys, not fight a magical Mexican/Yakuza robot army.
Still, just to try and buy themselves some time, they rolled out barrels of fuel before firing on them, igniting them and lighting the front entrance on fire.
While the merits of causing a fire at a Chemical Plant are questionable at best, they did manage to block the main entrance, I mean, it's not like they could get past the fire, right?....Right?...

While this was going on, Storm and Azan finally made it to the scene, their arrival being marked by David waving them down from the VTOL.
"WELL! GLAD YOU COULD JOIN US! SEE IF THERE IS A WAY THOUGH THE BACK AN-....Eh?..." The Sniper shouted before the VTOL shook slightly and he checked his 6 (I.E. Looked behind him)
Having managed to flank the aircraft hovering above the street and climb inside, Him, Chris and anyone else who might be unlucky enough to still be inside watched as a Rather large and annoyed looking man in a orange jumpsuit climbed into aircraft.
"Oh, lovely." The Sniper sighed before he turned around to fire, only to get the barrel of his rifle grabbed and getting hoisted up against the ceiling and then slammed back down on the ground before getting thrown out of the aircraft onto the street below.
The man then turned on occupants, seeming more like an ogre of lore then something human.
That or that crap about eating your vegetables and drinking your milk seemed to have been legit.

Spoiler: Meth-Cam

While the battle was ramping outside, Doom could no longer ignore the fact that they seemed to be under attack.
For a moment there, he got his hopes that it was going to Bison and his friends business partners partners in crime whatever titles fits better had arrived to save his sorry ass.
But it was then that he seemed to recognize something about the about the big red dragon that was flying overhead.
[color=004d]....Hey, isn't that the Dragon Lady that Bruiser used to Date-...ohhhhhhh....
"....WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"[/color] Doom suddenly shouted as he dropped everything that he was doing before running for the exit, comically getting yanked by the chain he was hooked to.
[color=004d]"COME ON! COME ON! DOOM NEEDS FREEDOM!"[/color] he pleaded as he began to violently tug on the pulley, hoping to detach it before he was captured and/or killed by the The Heroes.

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Diabs

Dimitri Hack: Jetpack offline

The Gang Enforcer's escape was halted briefly by the Divekick Icarus had landed, causing the criminal to tumble as he fell, groaning as he watched what appeared to be a VERY convincing cosplayer (He had working wings and all!) trying to make a move on him.
"Oh come the fuck on?! Why does everything in this city want me dea-...." He was going to ask, but quickly thought of at least 5 reasons before he even finished talking.
Either way, while he prone on the ground, he quickly pulled out his Auto-Pistol before blasting a clip at Icarus, attempting to get a hit on the legs or something that wasn't covered in Chainmail.
Backing up as he moved away from the angel, Diabs then pulled something out of his pocket before throwing it on the ground, causing that section to glow slightly.
Quickly realizing he couldn't outrun them all, he went for a move "Proactive" retreat as he lunged for one of the discarded SMGs of his former business partners, rolling on the ground before ending up in a crouched position, firing at whatever was nearest to him.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant (Chemical Plant Zone): Anyone currently there

"#S3r10us1y?!" Katya exclaimed as she raised a silvery metallic shield to between her and the Heavy Metal Mook with the MG, causing an eruption of sparks and glitter as bullet met nano-agents, before diving for cover behind a thick and hopefully bulletproof wall. While she could deflect the incoming MG fire, she couldn't do so indefinitely, nor could the wall apparently as the Heavy Metal Mook continued his bullet hose of suppression.

"B3WP? L1l h31p?!" The l33t haxxxor inquired as she moved to a section of wall that wasn't doing an impression of Swiss Cheese.

"Scanning enemy Machine Gunner.  A wad of corrosive nano-agents should be effective against the target.  Estimated time to breach armor:  5 minutes."

B3WP stated.

"5 m1nut3z?! Wut sh0u1d I d0 1n t3h m3@n t1m3? R3@d h1m @ st0ry?!" The young woman complained as she looked around the corner and saw the Heavy MG still trained on her.

"You have no other weapons that would be effective against the target."

B3WP responded, its nano-agents spewing forth to deflect another barrage of high speed lead projectiles.

"S0 h0w @m 1 supp0s3d t0 g3t t3h n@n0-@g3ntz 0n h1m?, g1v3 1t t0 h1m @s @ g1ft?!"

"That is an idea, Little Miss.  Until then, Little Miss, perhaps you should use the target's single minded focus on you to handle the enemies firing at the Dragon overhead."

"1 h8 j00." Katya said as she moved out, sprinting towards the Semi-Auto Mooks with a hail of bullets following her.

 

[000Ronald]

Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant (Chemical Plant Zone): Anyone currently there

The hulking brute, satisfied in his treatment of David, turned to the rest of the occupants. Thinking that he would be easy pickings, he turned to grab the sleeping Edge and throw him out of the helicopter too.

"C'mere.." the thug said, lunging forward.

Quick as a blink, Edge drew his sword, cut off one of the thug's hands, and kicked him in the stomach. He had intended to send the man flying through the helo (and indeed, any normal man would have been thrown out of the helo), but had underestimated how much the ten-foot-tall thug weighed; instead, he was simply staggered. "I was trying to sleep." Edge said, standing up. "I only got ten minutes-"

The giant thug lurched forward again, heedless of his injuries. Edge, taken off guard, found himself thrown back against the seat as the giant pounded on him with his one good fist. And he was strong. Stronger than he should be, even if he was a ten-foot tall mountain of muscle; every blow was like warding off a sledgehammer.

"BASTARD!" one of the pilots shouted. The voice was, vaguely familiar to Edge...

The giant gangster turned to face the pilot, who had grabbed the fire hydrant and was advancing towards him. "GET OFF OF EDGE!"

The giant gangster roared and grabbed the pilot, picked him up like he was made of straw. Edge, seeing an opening, plunged his sword into the gangster's back, where he hoped his heart was. The blade went right through the gangster, finally catching his attention. Dropping the co-pilot, he touched the sword poking out of his chest with a single, shaking hand, sobbing softly as he did. A moment later he screamed and grabbed Edge by the throat. Edge, not being able to think of anything else, tripped the giant thug and used his momentum to throw both of them out of the helicopter.

Meanwhile...Inside the plant...

Edge was right... Boss thought. He was standing on a fragile scaffold, held up (at least partially) by his own telekinetic power. Drugs are bad.

At least some of the gang-bangers were cognizant of exactly how out of their league they were. Most of them, though? Too drunk (drunk? was that the right word?) on whatever it was they were cooking up to realize that setting a fire in a chemical plant was a terrible idea, let alone that they were all going to die if they didn't stop. And some of them didn't even seem to have a choice in the matter; at least one guy, dressed in a haphazardly thrown-together suit of armor and a green cloak, was literally chained to the building.

Barbaric. Boss thought, shaking his head. Although I don't know that what we're doing is any better.

Boss put it out of his mind; he was pretty sure that now was the worst possible time to ruminate the ethics of breaking up drug rings...or whatever he was doing. First thing was first; the armor-guy was yanking on his chain, screaming about freedom. Boss teleported over to him. "Hold still for a minute." Boss said; grasping the chain, he severed it as close to the green-cloaked man as he could. leaving just a few links hanging off of him. "There y' go. You should get out of here before everything goes straight to hell."

 

[Kalastryn]

35 was seriously confounded as to what the hell was going on. First they were in a crashed dropship, then in the blink of an eye they were in some sort of chemical factory, where there was a gunfight, a fire, a madman crashing his jetpack, and a man with a minigun shooting at another droid of some sort.

...... Well... if they did know one thing, it's where the trigger was. and that she could always ask what happened later. Coldly calculating and analyzing the lines of fire, she could somewhat vaguely grasp who was on who's side. Basing the situation being that either side of the crossfire wouldn't hesitate to be helped instead of harmed... she mentally flipped a coin on which side to take.

............

The mook with the machine gun wasn't going to like this... 3 seconds was all it took.

3... 2.... 1...

Spoiler: Fusion cannon FIRE!!

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Bookie's Turf - Chemical Plant (Chemical Plant Zone): Anyone currently there

An alert flashed across Katya's display indicating that her supply of nano-agents was getting critically low. If she didn't restock soon, she would be in very big trouble between the disease that the nano-agents kept at bay and the more immediate problem of the ongoing firefight.

"Genetic match for resupply source located.  95% compatibility, no genetic aberrations detected."

B3WP reported, its voice colder than normal,

"Calculating best route to source.  Prepare for Motor Cortex override, user Katya Rostikova."

The way that B3WP spoke to Katya was another indication of how much trouble she was in as B3WP was prioritizing its processing power and had deactivated its personality subroutines. As B3WP lost processing power due to the loss of nano-agents, it would continue to deactivate various routines in order to maintain combat efficiency and keep Katya and itself alive. If things weren't bad enough, B3WP was going to take control of Katya's body, something that B3WP did only in extreme cases.

"Executing."

B3WP stated before making Katya a simple observer trapped in her body, though she could feel everything that was going on. Groups of nano-agents flooded into the young woman's muscle fibers, enhancing their performance and durability, a process that wasn't altogether painless.

Watching, Katya saw the distance between her and the Semi-Automatic Mooks dwindle until she was right on top of them. Passing through their numbers, her hands shot out and grabbed two small caliber SMGs before she continued on her way, the bullet hose of lead mowing down the mooks behind her.

"Target is correcting aim.  Commencing evasive action.  Loading harvester payload."

B3WP reported before causing Katya's body to jump atop the railing and using that to boost her into the air. The girl's trajectory took her on a course towards the side of a chemical tank where her legs absorbed the shock of the impact before boosting off of the side towards the ground. As Katya's body did so, Katya could feel a tingling in her fingers as swarms of nano-agents infiltrated the SMGs' magazines and replaced the lead slugs with themselves.

"Aiming.  Fire."

B3WP reported as Katya, still in the air, took aim and unloaded a salvo of Nano-Agent laden bullets at the Machine Gun Mook. The impact of the bullets against the Mook's armor caused a shower of sparks and a cacophony of clanks, causing the man in the armor to shield himself reflexively with his hands. A reaction that B3WP had not factored into its calculations.

Even with the intensity of the pain caused by a bullet tearing a hole in Katya's arm, B3WP's overriding control of Katya's body muted the scream that she felt locked up within her.

"Critical Injury detected.  Commencing repairs."

The Nano-Agent swarm stated as it sent a squad to the wound to begin repairs, a process that involved forcibly causing Katya's body to replicate the damaged tissue for use in damage repair. Because B3WP was focusing on repairing the damage, control over Katya's body was returned to Katya herself. Unprepared for this, Katya botched her landing and ended up crashing to the ground.

*THUD! THUD! THUD!*

Looking up Katya could see the Mook taking aim at her.

"Power Surge detected.  Weapon's discharge eminent."

B3WP reported as a rather large looking machine unleashed a powerful blast of energy at the Mook, sending him flying through the air, his smoking body landing at Katya's feet. Despite the super effectiveness of the attack, the Mook wasn't quite dead yet, but that would soon be remedied by the harvester swarm that had hitched a ride on the SMG bullets and infiltrated the Mook's body.

A loud cracking sound coming from inside the Mook's body indicated that the harvesting process had reached critical mass and mass of nano-agents was now bursting forth from the Mook's cell production centers, deep within the bones of the Mook's body. The cracking sound was the bones bursting moments before a loud SPLORCH!, the sound of the Mook's skin rupturing, allowing the nano-agent swarm to flow into Katya's body.

"Resupply complete."

B3WP reported, though Katya was far more interested in the b0t that had saved her from eating a lead sandwich.

"Thx!" Katya said, waving at the b0t as she stood up. Surprisingly, Katya felt as if she had lost weight, "B3WP wut d1d j00 d0?"

"Genetic code for increased muscle density has been integrated into your genes, Little Miss."

As much as it disturbed Katya that B3WP had modified her DNA, the young haxxxing heroine thought it best to least that discussion for later. Returning her attention to the machine that stood before her, its cannon still smoking from being fired, Katya waved again.

"L3mm3 gu3ss, j00r n0t hum@n 31th3r." Katya said in a friendly manner.

 

[Kalastryn]

While it was a little hard to understand, Katya's question was actually rather puzzling. How does one actually respond to such a question? "I... don't think so. Kinda depends on how anyone can really measure being "human." I guess I can talk about that later. Any advice on who and who not to shoot at the moment?" ARES replied as she looked over the stranger, as the nano-agents flooded in. Those nano-agents were a... gruesome way to go.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile ...

Nercos Attack in Progress!
Mr. President, [color=66023C]Pierce Washington[/color], Merlin, and Shorn.
Location: Oval Office | White Crib | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

[color=66023C]"WHOA-HEY-......Man, why you always got to be like this?..."[/color] Pierce sighed as he stood there bollix naked, thanks to his Boss's magical friends, He never was really fond of them, even if they did just save his life less then an hour ago.
Either way, the group (Sans Pierce as he got dressed, Dammit Pierce) quickly moved onto the hallway were the intruder was reported to be, finding an entire group of Secret Service Agents on the ground out cold as well as the Director herself being tended to by a nervous looking bespectacled paper-pusher in a shirt and tie, shakily taking her vitals, she looked a lot cuter in person then she did back in her reality TV show, "I Wanna Sleep with Shaundi".
While he was really jumpy, it was clear that he had a good deal of first aid training.
He looked over his shoulder before pausing, followed by a delayed yelp of "OHGODPLEASEDONTSHOOT! Wait-...You're not one of them? Oh! I saw him go towards the library! You can still catch him! Go! I'll take care of Shaundi!"
As the rest of the building went into high alert, a few more White Crib Staffers began to arrive, doing their best to tend to the downed agents to free up the others, one of them nearly tripping over a discarded suit jacket.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Chemical Plant | Los Angeles​

Azan

"Master is in over his head in this situation." BlackHarte's voice was a still glazing of Azan's actions, filled with an uncharacteristic vitriol. Azan was heading into the thicket past flame and falling masonry. A golem of steel moved toward a young girl as she weaved through debris-cum-barricades. The very earth reverberated with the thrill of battle. Azan brought his weight to bear in his movement. A gunman gave him a wave from above, one of the men from the Rising Dawn, Azan recalled.The right of battle is oft proved. I have oft proven so. The Lord is on my side. He heaved his mace into the wall and smashed through into the main building. The innards seemed as chaotic as the outside. There is want of sound here. The gunfire swallows all. The wind around him was hot, a burning whirlwind of acrid stench. Azan swallowed heavily, his mouth dry, and turned toward the nearest enemy. It was a poor fellow in heathenish clothing, no more than eight and ten name-days past. The stubble on his chin was still maturing.

"The right of God justifies me! I am absolution!" He voice was serious and deep. It was less of a creed and more of a command. The wayward youth turned toward Azan and raised a small handgun but too little too late. His swagger led him to grip his weapon haphazardly in a weak and slow grip. His hands shook under the pressure of the situation and his eyes shone brightly with fear and fire. I am sorry. Azan took his mace in two hands and brought his mace up against the child's arm and tore through it. His bones splintered and his muscles snapped. In less than a second his arm was separated from his body, blood misted as his face contorted into disbelief. The pistol went off in the air, still gripped by an arm stubbornly grasping life on the cusp of death. There was no time to scream. Azan's mace came as a steel flash forward. The impact launched the crippled youth ten feet into the air and nearly twice that backwards into flame. "And so has judgement spoken. Rest peacefully child."

Azan moved to the next target with the same haste and resolve. One swing and his torso fell to the ground in a bloody mess, in another his ally fell in four pieces, spine collapsed into his body. The Bridge Knight without his bridge, among sinners and bathed in the fires of hate. Bullets still let loose their pain through the air, his allies scrambled to fight. It was chaos. Are there no honorable duels in this pagan land? A bullet answered, slamming into the side of his helmet and denting the masterwork steel that was given to him when he was young. he felt no anger, only pity.

Many other troubled youths surrounded him, indignant of their friend's newly restored faith. Azan stood solemnly, his green cloak flapping in the fire-touched air. He frowned, his mustache rustled in concern. The Bridge Knight placed his mace into both hands again and ground his foot against the ground. I shall deliver them all in one swing. And he let loose, spun beautifully in a tornado of death. The gangsters fell back, bruised and bloody. The very air around him shimmered, the strikes were faster than any man could manage. Each blow as tailored individually but looked as one circular swing.

"Come. Show me your pagan ideals. Fight for for what you believe in, and I shalt do the same."

 

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Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else
It's sorta techish sounding. That and I wanted battle music, dammit! [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSOJqDambtQ]

"WHAT THE!? FUCK! SHIELD!"
[color=0E59E4]"Garm, use your breath weapon: NOW!"[/color]

At being spotted by the criminal, the Winter Wolf's Mouth opened wide and a 15 foot cone of Ice blasted towards Diabs' way, which was in turn followed by a flurry of 5 ice-enhanced arrows in Diabs' direction. After the duo let off their shots, Garm maneuvered to dodge out of the way of the oncoming shots from Diabs, Teri clinging on for the ride. The wolf did his best to not make a yelp with some of the bullets tried to embed themselves in his flesh; his fur and the Shield of Faith only doing so much to prevent some of the hurt.
After the wolf hopped away on a crate, Teri contacted him over the rings, [color=0E59E4]"You alright? I'm working my aura your way, but I bet that didn't feel good..."[/color]
[color=356D60]"Ow... It stings like falling into a really deep patch of briers!"[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"I can only imagine. Can you do that ice thing again?
It was pretty fuckin badass, by the way. Also, Sadei says you need to calm your shit."[/color]
[color=356D60]"...Noted. As for my breath attack, it needs some time to recharge, from what I can tell."[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"Alright then. I'm gonna summon up Reginald for backup then. Try to keep fleet footed till I get that pompous ball of light in here.

Hey guys, Reggie's incoming, feel free to boss him around!"[/color]

Giving the incantation and holding a hand aloft, a glowing yellow ball of light erupting into being and declared it's awakening with: [color=C0C000]"GREETINGS MORTALS! THE LANTERN ARCHON REGINALD, COMES TO GRANT YOU HIS SERVICE!"[/color]

Lots of DnD based shit today!
Garm use his breath weapon! Diabs needs to make a DC 16 save to take half damage (which in this case, is 12.)
Teri cast Summon Monster IV to bring Reginald the Lantern Archon into the battle. Reggie will stick around for 42 seconds, or until he's defeated, by which he'll return to the Celestial Realms.

[b]6 seconds till Garm can breathe ice again!
42 seconds till next 4th level spell
12 seconds till next 2nd level spell
12 seconds till next 1st level spell[/b]

Los Angeles: VTOL: Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

[color=15650D]"Mr. Edge!"[/color]"Mr. Ninja!"

Ton Ton and Cadolbolg sprung into action upon seeing that:
A) David was currently knocked silly by a hulking brute,
B) Said hulking brute was looking to take Edge with them.

With a tucking of wings, Cadolbolg dived down towards the large gangster, and Ton Ton lept from his companions back, driving his small Knife into the gangster's shoulder. Cadolbolg, on the other hand, decided to take a different route. After Ton Ton had landed his blow on the gangster, Cadolbolg flew into the face of the gangster, using his small claws to attempt to scratch up the large man's face (and hopefully, get him to let go of Edge).

Bookie's Hideout - In the Skies - Angelus, Wanderer, Caim, Devon

"DEVON!"
Caim would have jumped after the Author, were it not for Angelus jerking in a different direction. Doom's allies were shooting at the dragon's wings, and there wasn't really much she could do about it. As she attempted to strafe in a different direction, the dragon shouted to the winds, "Control yourself! Devon can manage without you, for once. If nothing else, get to those snipers on the top, and I can collect her (Devon)!"

With a grim frown, Angelus felt her partner 'pushing' her to go towards another of the snipers, and the swordsman lept, his family blade in hand, as he came crashing down on another sniper. Gore and blood filled the air, and the warrior's face was in a heavy scowl before he made a leap to a roof in an attempt to reach a pathway close to another sniper.

Meanwhile, Devon could hear the dragon's voice in her mind, addressing the bard in a tone that mixed admonishment and worry, "Can you get back here on your own, or shall I have to move closer to you?"

 

[bluerocker]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

Furiae practically praised the gods when Kazuya's question came through (after all, the situation was incredibly awkward), and her expression turned serious when she asked, "Now I have to turn back to business. Do you know anything about an Adel Bernstein?"

Inuart paused, and thought to himself for a moment before shaking his head, looking somewhat confused in the process, "Can't say that I have. I remember the fellows only mentioning their former boss, Rugal Bernstein, in passing. Something about him being a slave driver."

"That's all I needed then. I'm glad we were able to work through everything, Inuart."

As she got up to leave, Inuart did so as well, almost reflexively; "Furiae wait-"

The former princess kept her gaze steely and to the door before whispering, "Try to stay out of trouble. This lifestyle's much better for you. And, as much as you've hurt me, I don't really have a desire to hurt you. Good bye, Inuart. Hopefully we don't have to see each other again."

Exiting the bard's home and making her way to the pickup, Furiae could have sworn she heard her name on the wind, but didn't chance to look back at any who called her.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

LA: Inuart Mansion: Furiae, Inuart,

Ghost

Inuart paused for a moment when Furiae said what would most likely be their final farewell, going a little weak in the legs as he let himself fall onto one of the seats in the room as his former lover left his life.
Burying his face in his hands, he gasped a little as began to sob slightly as he processed what she said.
Tears already starting to flow, he then looked over to one of the dressers as he remembered something.
Quickly getting to his feet, he practically ripped out the drawers and cupboards as he searched for something, his face lighting up as he found it.

It was a hairpiece, the first thing he purchased when he began working for AIM, He had meant to give it to her the second she returned to the world.
Looking out and seeing she was nearly at the gate, he rushed out the house before shouting "Furiae! Wait!"
While Furiae could hear her name in the wind, she did her best to ignore it as she increased the pace she was walking.
Then she heard something else-
[color=9F2B68]"...Take the shot."[/color]

[HEADING=1]*BANG! BANG! BANG!*[/HEADING]​

She instinctively threw herself on the ground when the shots were fired, but she quickly realized she wasn't the target.
Looking behind her, she saw the bard standing there, a blank look on his face as he brought his hand to his chest, reacting in a frozen horror as 3 large bullet holes resided there.
Several more shots filled the air, each one causing a burst of crimson upon impact as his body recoiled in tandem before he finally fell onto the ground, wheezing as he tried to breath.
Only for another volley of shots to riddle his dying form, until he finally stopped moving, hand still clutching the bloodsoaked hairpiece.
Furiae was in shock as she saw the Man from the Transport waltz out of the bushes behind her, his rifle held on his shoulder.

*TSH* "Sweet dreams, Prince Charming." *TSH!*

He said as he pulled his side arm and coldly pumped another few into Inuart's chest.
[color=9F2B68]"...is he dead?"[/color]
The Assassin answered with another few shots, before radioing back

*TSH!* "Lack of a pulse, about a kilo worth of lead in his heart and lungs, No vital signs, Shitted himself...Yeah, I'd say he's dead." *TSH!*

, being sure to poke the body with his rifle a few times just to make sure.
[color=9F2B68]"Excellent. The two of you get back to the transport. Good work, the both of you"[/color]
With the deed done, the Assassin began to make his way to the Choppa, stopping to say

*TSH!* "Nice work, Cinderella. Now lets get you back to the Royal Ball. Heheheh." *TSH!*

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meth-Cam (Inside the Plant)

Doom paused for a moment until Boss broke his chains, setting the ruined of countless lives free (Thought it didn't seem like Boss knew that).
[color=004d]"THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!"[/color] He yelled over and over as he grabbed Boss's hand and harshly shook it before quickly bolting for the nearest window.
It was truly majestic as he began to climb to freedom up the slight incline to reach the open window.
[color=004d]"COME ON! COME ON! DOOM IS-Ow!"[/color] He stammered as he quickly lost his balance and fell flat on his ass, but he got up and tried again...

And again....

...And again...

By attempt number 7, it was clear to Boss that the clearly marked fire escape was lost on the metal man.
Though he didn't have much time to inform him before a few guards entered the room.
"Come on! Grab the retard and lets-DA FUQ?!" A pair of nervous looking gangters remarked before they pulled out a Auto-Pistol and a Ak-47 and opened fire.

 

[bluerocker]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

LA: Inuart Mansion: Furiae, Inuart,

Ghost

Furiae's eyes remained wide with shock when she saw Inuart crumple into a small heap, blood spilling from his wounds, the sounds of gunshots still stinging the air.
As much as she was trained as a Strider, it was never her job to kill anyone. No, Master Hiryu had only sent her on espionage missions; missions devoted to delivering messages, missions to sneak into some place and grab some important information. Nothing like this.

It took every ounce of her learning as a princess to remain composed, her face becoming a stony mask when addressed by Ghost, "...I suppose so... Funny, I wasn't informed that Inuart was slated for assassination. In fact, that wasn't part of my briefing at all..."

*TSH!* "Neither did I, But it saves on gas miles to just bring the assassin along anyway." *TSH!*

Ghost remarked as he glanced around until he saw something glinting on the ground nearby, holstering his side arm as he went to pick it up, finding it to be the Hairpin that Inuart died trying to deliver.

*TSH!* "Awwww...Was hoping the guy had a Rolex or something. Heh, Whadda think? Think it'd be a good look?" *TSH!*

The Killer mockingly said as he posed with the hairpin on his helmet, as if he had hair to use with it.

*TSH!* "Nah...Don't think it'd work with my stunning good looks. Can't imagine it'd fetch much on Ebay...Tell ya what..." *TSH!*

He said before suddenly lobbing it at the Princess.

*TSH!* "Guy did want you to have it...I think? Besides, every girl should remember her first. Heheheh...I'll be in VTOL..." *TSH!*

He stated as he walked off, right as sirens began to be heard in the distance.
"....."

Furiae caught the hair decoration without skipping a beat, and waited for the assassin to pass her by whilst resisting the urge to call out or scream at any of the parties involved. Still looking at the bloodied corpse of Inuart, the former princess numbly took the accessory intended for her, and mutely put her hair in a bun, securing it with the ungiven gift. Before she turned to enter the VTOL, she whispered to the wind, as if Inuart could still hear her,
"I'll make good use of it. I promise."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

LA: LAPD Morgue (Hours Later): Inuart, Medical Examiners

*Zipppppppppppppppppp!*

[color=805973]"*GASP!* N-n-n-noway!"[/color]
"See, Vikki? Told ya so. Now you owe me $20." The more senior of the Medical Examiners said with a smug grin to his horrified female Intern as he unzipped the body bag holding that used to be one of the brightest up and comers in the Music Industry, now a bullet ridden slab of meat about to be put on ice.
[color=805973]"...B-b-b-but, How, I mean, W-who would-..."[/color] Vikki stammered as she watched the body get laid out in front of her, now pale and limp.
"My Advice? Don't think so hard about it. Most people don't even need a reason these days to want to blast someone away. Eh, No real loss. Guy was overrated anyway..." The man said, causing a jolt of anger though his colleague, though she was sure to hide it.
"Here, I'm meeting a few of the guys for a beer. You mind giving this one the wash down?" He then asked as Vikki seemed to zone out, staring at the body in front of her.
"...Sheesh, You'd swear you never saw a dead Celeb before!" The man groaned before he coughed and nudged her, making the motion to "Pay up".
[color=805973]"....Huh-OH! Ummm, O-okay, Well, I kinda need this for the Bus-"[/color] She went to protest before the man snatched the cash from her hand and left.
[color=805973]"...-Fare."[/color]
"You wanted to be rich, shouldn't have become an Intern. See you tomorrow." He coldly said as he discarded his gloves and left...

As for Inuart, he didn't know anything but darkness...
Then music...Sweet Music...Wait...It was His Music!
One by one his senses began to return, first hearing as the tones of one of his first hits reached him.
Then touch as his skin felt rather cold and wet against the surgical steel table he was laid upon, the white sheet doing little to warm him up.
His hand began to twitch as his eyes opened to what he thought was the light at the end of the tunnel, only to notice it dimly flickering on and off, a clear sign that, where-ever he was, it wasn't heaven.
He seemed to be in some kind of lab, though not the kind that he was used to, it seemed more..."Basic".
A quick blurry scan of the room pointed out the bloody pliers large dish full of extracted bullets to his left, lit up by a orange scented candle that was half melted.
More interestingly to his right was a young blonde woman passed out in front of a extremely well used laptop, drooling slightly on the keys as a playlist of her personal favorites played "Song of the Ancients - Nier to You - Inuart".
Her eyes were red, clearly having been crying some as she slept there, too tired to even bother taking off the bloody latex gloves.

 

[bluerocker]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

LA: LAPD Morgue (Hours Later): Inuart, Medical Examiners

Inuart sat up with a groan, gripping his head with a free hand, "By the gods, this feels like the worst hangover I've had since that party with the Union army..."

As he explored his new environment, two things were readily apparent:
1) He was very much nude.
2) There was a young woman still here.

Which meant he could either try to sneak out and do his best to not wake up the sleeping lab tech, or he could... Oh, that was a terrible idea. But, Inuart had no idea where he was either. Well, he knew he was in a morgue, but that didn't mean he knew where it was in relation to his mansion. Oh, did this mean he was going to lose the mansion, what with probably being declared legally dead? Oh, there was going to be a lot of legal hoops to jump through.
But, that didn't stop the horrible idea of talking to the lab tech from crossing Inuart's mind again. Oh, it was a terrible idea; a TERRIBLE, AWFUL idea. But, what else did he have to go on?

After getting up, he used the sheet as a makeshift towel and approached the young intern with caution, gently shaking her shoulder with a hand (as well as mentally kicking himself for engaging in the idea). When Vikki began to stir, Inuart stepped back and gave a cough, trying to be as diplomatic about this as possible:
*Ahem* "Um... Excuse me, but I seem to be lost. I know this is not exactly something normal, but I need to get back home. I... I guess I'm something of a well known figure. I know my home has been published in a paper before. Could you possibly direct me to it?"

Inuart silently hoped that this young woman wouldn't freak out to his up and about-ness, but there wasn't really much you could work with while almost dying and then being in a morgue.