Eclipse the Moon
Server Way
Lex fiddles with a panel on his mecha-arm as two panels on the wall flip over to reveal SPIKES!
Lex: SPIKES! How do you like my spikes!?
A particular Talonflame with a translation collar pokes out from behind Lex.
Hipparchus: This is the part where he kills you.
edited 31st Aug '15 8:46:06 PM by PippingFool
I'm having to learn to pay the price
Fwomph
Rescuing a legendary. It's very important but considering everyone decided to charge in and wreck stuff I'm a bit out of sorts on how to actually help. I'm not exactly a trainer anymore so combat is a bit out of my league.
-He shrugs and kicks the drill again-
Now looting, that's where I excel. At least I would if I could actually lockpick stuff rather than look for a keycard or wait on the drill.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Anyways Here's Darude Sandstorm
Cafeteria
"No subtlety at all with these people..."
He takes out a card and swipes it through the reader. The locker opens.
"You've never played Metal Gear?"
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Server Avenue
Dune: *Sigh*
Big Dom: <STILL BETTER THAN THE MONOLOGUE.>
Dune: I dunno, Paula was still scarier.
Big Dom: <THAT'S BECAUSE SHE MONOLOGUED.>
Dune: She also had a Shadow Heatran.
Big Dom: <THAT IS ALSO TRUE. SHE WAS ALSO CLINICALLY UNSTABLE.>
Dune: Well, that's somewhat of a subjective modifier.
Big Dom: <CLINICALLY UNSTABLE WITH A KNIFE.>
Dune: Okay, that's true.
-Dune and Big Dom seem to be pointedly ignoring the spikes by this point.-
Fwomph
Didn't have the platform for it when I was younger and the story just seems so... Tangled up now. Did watch a playthrough of that spinoff, that was pretty neat even if the last bit seemed really, really out of left field.
-He shrugs and opens up the fridge-
Lotta vanilla in here, the cheap stuff... Yep, tub or two of strawberry in here.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Eclipse the Moon
Server Way
Lex: :T (mumble grumble)
Lex begins to countdown
Lex: Dix, neuf, huit, sept...
Lex takes one more glance as he toys with his arm.
Lex: six, cinq, quatre, tois-
Lex does a Double Take
Lex: Wait a sec!
Lex zips over to Dune and begins examining him and his features. Upon realization, his eyes widen.
Lex: Ooohhhh... Merde
I'm having to learn to pay the price
Anyways Here's Darude Sandstorm
Cafeteria
"WoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
He grabs a tub of strawbery and scarfs some down.
"Oh frozen dairy treat, absolve the J-Team of the sins they are about to commit and put my mind at peace."
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Dunsparce Cloud
Neo-Flare, en route to R&D
Ever: Well, that's one way of solving problems.
-he sends out Pleth to collect and break any dropped firearms-
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Server Circle
-Dune blinks.-
Dune: ... What? Is there something in my teeth?
Big Dom: <THERE WAS A PIECE OF POPCORN. BETWEEN YOUR RIGHT TOP MOLARS. I WANTED TO TELL YOU AT BREAKFAST, BUT->
Dune: Dom. Rhetorical.
Big Dom: <OH. APOLOGIES.>
Eclipse the Moon
Server Way
Lex: Mmmrg...
Lex fiddles for a moment as the spikey walls revert back to normal and the harden goop reverts back to it's liquid state.
Lex: (Walking off towards the server room in a huff) Go ahead! Wreck this place! See if I care! I've got what I need! Take a robonoid if you feel so inclined to! You're probably gonna destroy all my hard work ANYWAY!
Hipparchus follows after, as do the robonoids.
Hipparchus: He very much cares.
edited 31st Aug '15 9:11:13 PM by PippingFool
I'm having to learn to pay the price
Fwomph
-Pent shrugs and casually starts on a vanilla tub-
So yeah, might go for something a little more lucrative after this, maybe scout out the labs in stealth and see if I can get the target out before the others get in to stomp Odin.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Anyways Here's Darude Sandstorm
Cafeteria
"So what exactly what kinda pokemon are we rescuin?"
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Fwomph
Oh, ah... Can't remember the name, but I think it's the legendary from the big Unova trio, the icy one. I think her human name is Ilja?
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Anyways Here's Darude Sandstorm
Cafeteria
Des scarfs down more ice cream.
"Oh yeah, the comety dragony thingy. Ice cream is appropriate then. Just think of it as a giant popsicle or somethin."
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Server Turnpike
-Dune and Dom blink as the goop falls off of them. Yes, Dom blinked despite not having organic eyes. Don't think about it too hard.-
Dune: ... What... just...
Big Dom: <... NO DATA FOUND.>
Dune: Good response, Dom. That's a very good response.
-They look at each other.-
Dune: I feel kinda bad having to dismantle some of the stuff here.
Big Dom: <WE COULD SHUT DOWN THE POWER.>
-Dune stops, raises a finger, holds it, and places it to his lips before continuing.-
Dune: That's a valid point. I mean, what did a little power cycling ever do to military-grade hardware?
-Dune, now having his momentum stopped, starts down the hallway less running and more meandering.-
Dune: So, uh, how's the patrolling been at the Stormchaser?
Big Dom: <NORMAL.>
-An awkward silence covers the halls.-
Dune: Man, I'm off my game today.
Fwomph
At least I think that was what we're after. I wasn't particularly listening during the briefing once people decided that tearing down the door was the way to go.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Eclipse the Moon
Further back in the Halls
The group of murderous elite grunts huddle together in fear of the monstrous humanoid in front of them. One of them gulps and closes his eyes, anticipating nothing short of death's loving embrace.
Salvador leans forward enough so his face is only a breaths away from the mooks. They wince, as he gives off a menacing chuckle.
Salvador: By all means, I should kill you right now. Saves the others the trouble of having to run into you again.
Elite Mook #2: W-why does he sound so much like the boss?
Salvador: SILENCE!
Mass flinch.
Salvador: However... I am a most charitable man, and second chances should always be given even to the most lowly of worms. So, I am willing to let you go, on one condition.
Mutters of "Huh?" emerge from the group as they open their eyes, glancing at each other in confusion.
Salvador: Do tell me a funny joke! I haven't had a laugh in a good long while and I crave some blasted entertainment here! If you make me laugh, I promise I'll let you off the hook today as my humble act of charity~
Elite Mook #1: The fu-
Elite Mook #3: DO YOU WANT TO BE MOTHMAN CHOW?
Elite Mook #1: Touche
Elite Mook #2: I'll go first.
She gulps as she tries to find her voice.
Elite Mook #2: Umm... Knock-Knock?
Salvador: Who's there?
Elite Mook #2: D-Dwayne
Salvador: Dwayne who?
Elite Mook #2: Dwayne the baftub I'm dwoning!
Salvador: ... ... ...ಠ_ಠ
One Jump Cut later
The mook has been knocked out, with duct tape over her mouth reading "Unfunny"
Salvador points the tip of his scythe to another mooks head.
Salvador: Your turn child~
Elite Mook #1: Um... alright.
AHEM!
Why does Peter Pan always fly?
Salvador: Why?
Elite Mook #1: Because he can Never Neverland?
Salvador: ... ... ಠ_ಠ
Another Jump Cut Later
He joins his co-woker in the knock-out pile, the same treatment done to him as to her.
Salvador: You're really making me reconsider this "letting you live" thing. These jokes suck.
The remaining two start fretting.
Elite Mook #3: ERR..! ERR...!
"I put two of the same flower next to each other, and then one flew away. What where they?"
Salvador: Oh? Do tell~
Elite Mook #3: Roses. Because a rose arose!
Salvador: ಠ_ಠ
Jump Cut the Third.
Mook 3 faces the same demise as Mooks 2 & 1
Salvador: This is really quite tiring
Those jokes were dumb
We started with four
And now there is one
The final mook shivers in terror.
Salvador: So now it's your turn, you better impress me
Elite Mook #4: Oh... Okay...
Several Bad Puns Later
Howling, maniacal laughter echos through the halls as the mothman rolls around on the floor.
Salvador: Oh now THAT was a good one! And here I was thinking all you Flarites are humorless snobs!
Elite Mook #4: So... I'm off the hook, demon priest dude?
Salvador: Hmmm...
No
Salvador knocker her out by bapping her on the head with the stick end of his scythe, throwing her body on top of her friends. The only difference between her and her compatriots is that the duct tape over her mouth reads "Funny" instead of "Unfunny"
edited 31st Aug '15 10:15:37 PM by PippingFool
I'm having to learn to pay the price
Near Salvador
-Keys is throwing a drum set away after performing a series of rimshots.-*bum*
*dum*
*pish*
edited 31st Aug '15 10:07:15 PM by keys2tkingdom
Anyways Here's Darude Sandstorm
Cafeteria, Last Night
"Again, no sense of finesse. Now if it was you and I callin the shots it'd have gone down a little differently. We would've knocked out the power and moved around undetected until we reached Odin. Or we would've hacked the surveillance equipment and put up a looped feed of empty hallways. Or maybe we could've gotten a hold of some uniforms. Or maybe we coulda "Ocean'd" it and imployed a variety of micro-cons to expose Odin and the entire facility and simply walk in and walk right back out. Or perhaps..."
Yeah, he goes on for like five minutes.
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Flying Colors
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-̵Th̕e ͠g҉lít͜ch͜ ̶retrea͢ts ̨fr̵o͝m alļ ͞t͝h̛e̕ ̨a͏tta̕c̨k͠s,́ ̛q͜u͏iv́e͝rin͠g͜ ͏a̷t ́t͞he Fai͟r̡y a͜t̀t̢açkş ҉ín̴ p҉a͢rt͞ic̡ula̕r҉.̧ ͡V̨i҉vi͟a̸ǹ t҉i̷lt͜s ̢h͠e͝r̢ h̕ea̛d, somewhat ͏c̀onf͢u͡sed-
Vivian: <...Is it... really this easy? It looked so scary...>
Excess Express
-Jones looks at the retreating particles-
Jones: <...Did we beat it?>
Maggie: "...I don't think so, there's still a big attack it hasn't used yet. Keep your guard up."
edited 1st Sep '15 3:36:33 PM by CorvusAtrox
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
Meet The New Boss
Excess Express
???: You heard that lady friend of yours. Even your mons can't truly beat it. It's a lost cause. So much for your little dream of saving the world and being a hero.
Nico: ...
... ...
... ... ...
NO!
Orlando and Helen: Huh?
Nico: I'm sick of feeling useless! I'm sick of being scared! I've helped take out all the other baddies this adventure - and I'm gonna pulverize this one!
-His eyes glow and he rips off a chunk of the train's roof with his powers-
Orlando, Helen, keep doing your thing. I'm gonna squash this thing up close!
-He promptly gets closer to the Smorg and starts slicing and bludgeoning it with his telekinetically-wielded hunk of metal-
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Excess Express
-Goombella groans as she lies on the roof of the train. Her leg twitches slightly. Candace blinks at Nico's eruption.-
Candace: ... <Did Nico turn into a Darmanitan while I wasn't looking?>
-She flips out of Vivian's hands.-
Fwomph
Unfortunately we were not the only two consulted, and I find that stealth and deception only go so far with a small army doing the work.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Neo-Flare, en route to R&D
-Mezzo has decided to follow her boyfriend this way, and made sure her Houndoom is coming with her-
Cerberus: <Can't we just burn down the whole building?>
Mezzo: I'm sorely tempted to, honestly, but we need to rescue whats-her-name first. Then we can burn it to the ground.
Cerberus: <Yay! I can't wait!>
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.