Vampire Hunter
Asgardia, Hanging Gardens
Looking up at the sky and deciding that anyone who is called a 'Thunder God' by supposed allies is not one for her to fight at the moment, Zeal frowned as she decided on a tactical retreat from the Hanging Gardens.
"Fine, I release you all from my spell!" Zeal yelled to the men in the crowd, releasing them from her enchantments. "Know this, hero... I have already gotten what I came here for."
Zeal then decided to teleport away from the Hanging Gardens and hopefully to where the Master now was. As Zeal said, she got what she came for, so she saw no need of remaining here much longer. The crowds she can handle... She could also handle Sif. A 'Thunder God' unknown to her might be a problem, though.
Asgardia, Outside
Once she had teleported and found the Master who was still outside, she glanced over at Loki and then at the troops who were already there.
"Who is he?" Zeal asked the troops there, pointing at Loki.
"An ally... A prophet from the future," One of her troops said to Zeal, who crossed her arms and frowned, remembering her last encounter with a prophet from the future.
"We need to leave now, before the hero and her Thunder God find us," Zeal said to Loki as well as the Master and her troops, referring to who Loki would know as Sif and Thor. "I have gotten what I came for... The Enchantress is dead and I have claimed her power."
"Now where is Medusa and my daughter?" Zeal asked Master and Loki.
"Here!" Schala was panting, having ran all the way over to the outside along with the rest of Zeal's remaining seven female soldiers. Schala and her group soon regrouped with Zeal and hers. "Three of ours are dead."
"No matter..." Zeal frowned again, crossing her arms, but then yelled for Tatu to take action. "Tatu! I have succeeded with the mission! We need to leave here now, before the hero and Thunder God find us!"
edited 21st Oct '14 12:57:45 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
The Master tries to hide the surprise he feels at the question of Tatu's mention. So his leader/captor hid the truth of the mission to him as well. Fascinating. They're all as arrogant as the last.
He continues to speak in a composed manner to Loki. "Tatu, my Norse ally, is our personal leader. A man in the uncanny valley with irisless eyes and white hair. He has these scar-esque lines glowing flourescent red in a way to indicate blood almost. He is the man who sent me and my allies to this world. He wanted to train us as conquerors. As a group. An alliance."
He notices Zeal running over as he pauses to think of how else to describe Tatu and ask about Loki's own captors. "You got the power? Good job. Retreating sounds well. I'd like the rest of our alliance to meet this...prophet as your soldiers call him. That and..."
The Master bitterly chuckles. "Amora's minions damaged my leg. Badly. Don't think it's broken but surely will have trouble walking until it's healed. I'm sure the base has healing technology."
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Vampire Hunter
Dalton, Metropolis
Watching Tesseract decide to send the remaining piece of the crocodile man to Eggman, Dalton was ready with rather snide remarks.
"At least, it is the tongue of a crocodile man instead of the tongue of a drunkard," Dalton said, glancing over at the tongue of the drunkard and deciding to use his magic to burn it away. Tongues of crocodile men are potentially useful. Tongue of drunkards are not.
Dalton then began to communicate with the others, again with snide remarks. "I do hope this oral fixation does not become a running gag."
Asgardia, Outside
When the Master mentioned his injured leg, Schala glanced over at the leg.
"Cure," Schala said as she began glowing and magical sparkles shot out from her body into his.
The Master would feel his body heal magically including the injured leg. Unlike her offensive magical attacks which were fairly weak compared to other Zealot magic, this magical felt like rather powerful healing. After all, Schala wants to help people, not hurt them, so while she only cared for the basis of making fire and making ice, she intensely studied how to cure people of their injuries. In a few seconds, the Master would be healed of his injury and feel better than he's felt in years. Schala merely smiled meekly at the Master.
edited 21st Oct '14 1:14:41 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Metropolis
The badnik that received the tongue (a motobug) took it on top of its shell, then gave Tesseract its best approximation of a nod, before quickly exciting the facility, making its way back to the abandoned office, dropping off said tongue, then returning back to the lab. Eggman once again sealed the door behind it.
“Uggh,” Eggman groaned, holding his head in one hand. “What is it with you people and tongues? Seriously now,” he said, scooting the tongue all of the way to the edge of desk. It was a good thing he wore gloves.
“No matter,” he said, waving the issue off for the time being. “Now that that’s out of the way, here’s the list of all the items currently of interest within the facility,” Eggman said, sending the retrieval group a list through the communicator’s network. The list talked about Ultimo, the Souldagger, the Promethium, the Merlin stones, the Hypno-pollen, the Khaji-Da, the Helmet of Fate, the Nova Helmet, the Ibis stick, and Ultron's head. “And while you’re in there, be on the look out for Snapdragon, Titania, and Toxie Doxie. These three may just be of use to us,” Eggman said, sending the group profiles.
“And there is ...something else of interest,” Dr. Eggman said to the group, in an enigmatic fashion. “Deep within the confines of this facility, is a single prisoner, residing in cell 616. When I released the prisoners from their cells, his cell was instead set to a “24 hour” release,” Eggman said, stroking his moustache in contemplation. “And to add to this little mystery, I’ve been able to find absolutely nothing on him in the database, aside from that 24-hour release command. There are no files, no data, no nothing. Someone is going through an aweful lot of trouble to keep this singlul prisoner under wraps,” Eggman said, looking at the prisoner in question through the facilities camera system.
“I would’ve asked Greed to check it out, since he was just down there, but that imbecile has destroyed his communicator,” Eggman said to the group, his distaste clear in his voice. “If we want to learn any more about our mysterious prisoner, then you’re going to need to head down there yourselves and interrogate him personally.”
edited 26th Oct '14 12:02:23 PM by Dezmo
Space Station
On the bridge of the space station, a figure appeared.
Outwardly he resembled a immense man, dressed in black robes. His hair was white and flowing, and his face was beautiful - stunningly, impossibly, inhumanly beautiful. Or at least, the right half of it was. The left side was completely covered by a gleaming steel mask, which somehow contrived to move as the rest of his face did. In a similar way. his left hand seemed to be encased in a steel gauntlet.
He stepped forwards with a limp, as though walking caused him pain, approaching one of the station's windows and gazing at the planet below with his remaining eye.
Wizard of science.
Greed laughed inwardly. They always ran. They always ran! That's what made it fun in the end. Oh, and he was enjoying the heck out of what the hell is this shit—
Before Greed could react, he got a shotgun blast right in the face, strong enough to make him drop his Ultimate Shield. And then, he got another shotgun blast. And another. Until that woman ran out of bullets. And when she did, what was left behind was a heartless Greed. He wasn't dead, of course... not yet. This time, he wanted to scare the living crap out of this bitch.
"You know." Greed said, somehow, as he slowly removed his shirt, revealing a face growing in his chest. "This is getting really boring." The face said, sighing, as his arms moved down a little and grew longer, just as his legs got shorter. "How's about I make things..." He smiled, his face morphing. "A little more interesting?" One final wave of red sparks and in Greed's place stood a fearsome and bulky black dog, who wasted no time on rushing forward and attempting to bite down on the woman's leg.
Asgardia
Medusa made her way through the palace that Amora had set up for the group earlier, though now everything looked at lot less pleasant. She slipped past the men in the main hall and made her way out of the front gate. Soon enough she rejoined Zeal and the others while gazing up at the now cloudy sky. "Fascinating" She idly commented out loud as the thought over the call to a 'thunder god' earlier.
Japan
Free raised up a hand to shield his eyes from the explosion, while Crona jumped back to the other side of the room and covered his/her ears. Joker seemed to know what he was doing though, opening up a hole in the floor and jumping down. Free followed the mad clown with Crona jumping down a moment later.
Free tried to pull himself free of whatever it was they landed in, but with little luck it would seem. "Awww come on! Whos ever heard of blood being this sticky?" He complained loudly. Luckily for Joker, the large man had landed near enough to him to notice the flash in the darkness. Free's hand flew out and intercepted the sai, by allowing it to stab right through his palm. He grimaced and looked too the origin of the weapon as he pulled it out of his hand. "Looks like we found someone at least."
Meanwhile, Crona was kneeling down in the goo that they were all standing in. Was this really blood like Joker said? Crona knew a thing or two about blood. Well black blood, but it should be close enough. If this was really blood, than it might have been a good thing for the teen to have come along after all.
edited 23rd Oct '14 5:32:42 AM by Oni-Lord
Desco looked at the strange person in the weird super-heroish costume. But he didn't look like any of the ones they had shown before so that Desco could pretend to be from this world instead of elsewhere. She thought that Superman was supposed to show up, not whoever this guy was. "Who are you?"
Desco nodded to Blackfire. He was a hero, and therefore the enemy. "Fire!" Desco put her hands out to her sides, summoning a red magical circle under her and fire underneath the superhero which would quickly grow and try to engulf him for a short time.
edited 23rd Oct '14 11:11:09 PM by StephanReiken
Annoyed Mode: ON
Space Station
Chase Young
◊ did not need to open his eyes to know he was no longer in his lair. He could feel that something in the air was different, and that he was not alone anymore. The cause this sudden location change was unclear but, as long as no one interrupted his meditation, he didn't really care about neither what brought him there, nor what the other people did. He merely continued with his own business, gently levitating a couple of feet above the floor. Time would eventually come to get any and all the answers he needed.
huzzaaaaaaaah
"I thought you'd never ask." Tatu said, and in an instant, the Overlords who had been sent to Asgardia- and their mooks- disappeared. Loki stood there, watching, expecting something to happen... but eventually nothing did. Raising an eyebrow, he pulled his hair back, counted to five, and then.
"LOKI!" Sif yelled, having defeated all the men trying to hold her back, especially now that they were no longer under the Enchantress' spell. "You vile, treacherous—"
"Before you do that." Loki said, raising his hand. "I'd suggest you listen to what I say. I only have half a minute left. These people here, they'll try to go after the object my mother kept inside her room. Let them get to it."
"Why should I listen to you—"
"Because if you don't, this entire world will be under their command, and quite frankly?" Loki shrugged. "That just sounds so boring."
"Oh, look at that." Tatu said, peering over the newspaper at the new arrivals. "My new recruits are here. I'd go through that speech, but, quite frankly? I couldn't be bothered. Any other questions you have, Lambda dear, will be answered by the group arriving in five... four... three... two..." He raised his finger, and the Overlords from Asgard appeared inside the space base with a flash.
"Welcome back, Generals." Tatu continued. "You have all done... a decent job. Unfortunately, it seems as if Asgard now knows of your existence. And that might be a problem." He tapped his chin, looking around. "You might have noticed the new arrivals. Would you kindly introduce them to me, the reason why I brought them here, what they're supposed to do and what they can't do?" He suddenly pulled out a dagger from inside his chest. "I have something to take care of."
And then, the screen went black.
Amon groggily stood up, stretching his arms just to see if everything was fine. "Need to be more careful." He told himself, massaging his neck. "And ask Tatu for increased durability." He glanced at Dio, and smirked behind his mask. "Some of us can't get thrown across the room by a catgator man and just shrug it off. The woes of life."
Walking over to the screen, Amon pulled up his communicator. "Doctor. This list mentions a symbiotic being. Do you have any more information on that?"
The woman was unprepared for Greed's next move. Her arm suddenly snapped open, a sword sliding out of it, but before she could pull it out, Greed was right on top of her. Grabbing the deadly canine by his neck, she tried to use the sword to slice off his head. She knew that the chances of this killing this man were little to none. She just wanted to get him angrier.
The badniks chasing the helicopter would soon find themselves chasing thin air, as the helicopter took a turn and suddenly disappeared into nothing.
"Superman ain't got nothing on me." Ant-Man said, brushing the dust off his shoulders. When Blackfire threw the vault door at him, he promptly disappeared, shrinking rapidly, watching as Desco's fire spell melted the vault into nothing. Then, he reappeared behind the two, leaning on a counter and munching on an olive. "Come on, gals. At least let the civilians leave. You don't want them to see me wiping the floor with your faces."
The resuscitated ninja walked into the stone stairs he had revealed, but he suddenly stopped halfway through, staring at the air for a long time, completely motionless.
As if answering Free's question, something bumped on him in the vat. If he looked down, the light coming from the hole in the ceiling would give him just the perfect angle to see that this was a body. A human body with several wounds all over its skin, blood leaking out of it. Continuing this trend of convenient events, the torches on the room lit up, and the group saw that they weren't on a vat. They were on a pool of blood, blood coming from deformed human beings hanging from the ceiling by their throats. Scribbled on the floor in red, shining ink were a thousand enchantments, all of them surrounding the stone pool of blood.
"Oh my stars and garters, it's a sacrifice room!" Joker squealed.
The source of the thrown sai revealed itself as well- a massive, brute-ish Hand ninja, except this one had a multitude of swords, daggers, blades, sais, and various other types of sharp objects sticking out of his back. Slumbering around like a zombie, the ninja reached for a dagger on his back, and growled, before throwing it forward, with unbelievable speed (at least for someone of his size). Without waiting, the ninja pulled a sword out of his back and rushed forward, just as fast, ready to kill the intruders.
edited 25th Oct '14 11:24:10 AM by Stratofarius
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Tesseract - STAR Labs, Metropolis
"A symbiote is merely a creature that exists in cooperation with the host. A parasite that extends assistance in some area. There is likely nothing to be gained from it." Tesseract said, dismissively.
"I suggest we split in two, and each take a route bringing us past several artifacts. I believe Eggman can devise them from his postion of power. Eggman could also open and close doors around our possible allies, funneling them towards us, and away from the more unstable inmates."
edited 26th Oct '14 3:34:18 AM by GeekCodeRed
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Space Base
Lambda turned to the others, as Tatu went away. She would have perfered getting orders from her new master, directly. That's how it always worked. It was no matter though. They had the information she needed.
She took a moment to take in each of their appearances before speaking up, in that cold robotic tone of her. "Greetings, I am Murakumo Unit Lambda-11. It seems we will be working together from now on. I am told I should request information on our current mission from you."
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-The Nerubians, wondering why the ninja has stopped moving, deploy themselves against a possible ambush, while one of the beetles moves forward.-
Vampire Hunter
Zeal & Schala, Space Station
"That could have gone better," Zeal looked irritated, ignoring the new generals currently in the room. "It appears people knew we were coming to Asgard."
"The former Enchantress invited me in and that prophet had obviously sought us out," Zeal frowned and crossed her arms as she was not happy with the outcome. "I even lost three of my own!"
"It is even more disappointing since we could have had an army right from the start," Zeal was still going on about how she wanted more from the mission. "Although... that hero who interfered would have made a fine servant."
Zeal smirked a bit at the thought of having Sif under her complete control, But was interrupted in her thoughts by one of her seven remaining female troops who pulled out the bottle with the four seeds.
"This is what is left of the three who died, so what do we do with it?" the woman asked her queen.
"Burn the seeds," Zeal declared to the woman, as she went over to a corner of the room, and pulled out the Doppel Doll of Amora that she made from her dead body. Using her magic to return it to life size, Zeal began positioning it into an attractive pose.
"At least, I have a trophy for my effort," Zeal said to the others, laughing at the fate she had given to Amora's body but not noticing that Loki wasn't with them. "So what does our prophet want?"
While Zeal was distracted with the Doppel Doll of Amora, Schala glanced over at the woman with the bottle of seeds.
"Do not burn them yet," Schala told the woman, who pocketed the bottle of seeds again. "They may be useful in the future."
Schala then decided to walked over towards Lambda, looking over her as if not seeing such a being as her before...
"Do not mind my mother, Lambda," Schala said to Lambda. "We just got back from her mission."
"I am Schala," Schala introduced herself to the Murakumo Unit.
edited 26th Oct '14 4:27:51 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Dipper fan
Blackfire flew above his reach."Big mistake, never tell your enemies how to beat you." Blackfire said as she attempted to grab a random civilian with one hand, flying him above and treatening to harm him with a starbolt with her other hand.
"I have this counter offer, You surrender and I won't kill him" she threatened Ant-Man. Her face didn't gave a clue about wheter or not she was bluffing.
edited 27th Oct '14 2:34:37 PM by RPGLegend
Forgiveness is beyond justice, faith is superior than hope, redemption is better than perfection and love is greater than them all.
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Space Station
On the surface Lambda truly appeared to be no more than average blonde girl. Granted one in a strange outfit, but none the less a normal human. Though if she had anyway to sense it, she'd find that Lambda contained within her a complex blend of magic and technology working together to make her something much more.
"Hello Schala." she said once again in her cold tone. Lambda wasn't much for small talk though, and she decided she should try to get down to business. "I would request details on our mission. Tatu was rather vague. I cannot operate properly under such conditions."
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Vampire Hunter
Schala, Space Station
"We are to conquer this world," Schala sighed as she did not particularly like the mission, but her mother, Medusa, or Tatu might punish her if she didn't explain. "However, in the first part of this mission, a Overlord like yourself will choose one of the criminals of this world with abilities said Overlord believes to be beneficial and then defeat him or her which will allow said Overlord to gain those abilities."
"My mother had gotten back from such a mission," Schala continued. "However, during this first part, we can also choose to invade and take over small organizations which will expand the resources under our control on this planet."
"In the second phase, we will use our gained resources and powers to take over five larger organizations whose resources and powers will be added to our own," Schala explained to Lambda. "Once we have that, then we announce our intentions to the world and take over a city on each continent as well as take out this world's protectors, which should make this world easy to conquer."
"You can look for criminals who have powers you might find useful or for small organizations that you can help take over using that," Schala pointed towards the computer database for Lambda. "Understand?"
edited 27th Oct '14 12:05:58 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
The Master sighs in contentment once he lands on the base feeling relieved and happy his leg is healed. "Now how about you..." He looks around and sees Loki is gone. "Tatu, where is he? I didn't want Loki out of my sight. His knowledge was helpful but he was always a risk." He looks at Zeal. "Let's both take a rest. I can wait for Lex. I'd like to channel some power into the screwdriver as well as make sure my leg is fully healed. I'm sure your daughter's magic is powerful, Zeal but I don't want to take the risk until I need to."
He looks and sees Schala talking to a new face. I'll let the new face make her decision first. I can research this world and its artifacts afterwards. Tatu will give his thoughts on some of them as possible weapons to use across the multiverse if any are planned. Anything I can learn and take from this world the better. Especially since that clown seems to find this his home. If I can learn his wishes and more about the clown...
Zeal could notice an evil grin start to show over the Master's face as he thinks about the database's opportunities.
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Vampire Hunter
Zeal, Space Station
Zeal posed Amora to accentuate her legs. Her legs were slightly apart with the left leg out more compared to the other. Amora had her hands on her hips, and had a look of submission on her face, with lowered eyelids and a slightly open mouth. Her chest was slightly puffed out as well. Once Zeal was happy with Amora's new position, Zeal turned towards the Master.
"Loki?" Zeal asked but then snapped her fingers as she remembered from Amora's knowledge of him. "Right, now I remember that's the prophet's name... I have Amora's knowledge now and she was an occasional ally of his."
"And he did not come with us," Zeal noted as she looked around for Loki. "That is worrying, since we are not sure he can be trusted."
"Yes, a break will do for me as well," Zeal said to the Master. "Not that I need it though... Being like Greed has its advantages, but I do think I should practice my disguises, though."
While she said this, Zeal glanced over at Schala talking to Lambda, and then took on the form of Schala and then the form of Lambda. Then Zeal glanced over at Medusa and took on the form of Medusa, before returning to her beautiful self. However, no matter what form she took, she looked as beautiful as she was now... It didn't matter if she looked like Lambda, Schala, or Medusa as Zeal would move in such a way as to enhance each woman's own natural beauty. In the form of Lambda, she was not robotic like Lambda usually is, but instead submissive, her eyelids lowered halfway and her lips opened up just slightly in such a way as if she would obey any command given to her. In the form of Schala, Zeal made herself look mysterious, with a naive pout on her face and moving as if she were a frail delicate flower in a light wind. In the form of Medusa, the focal point of her pose was to accentuate her feet. As such Zeal stretched one of her leg behind her so that she stood on one leg, turning so that the back of her was seen by all. Zeal did turn her head slightly to face them with cunning, intelligent eyes and a devious smirk on her face.
"Amora was never good at them," Zeal concluded to the Master. "She was much too focused on being beautiful, no matter the form."
"As for my daughter, she is quite powerful, but can be somewhat disobedient," Zeal noted to the Master, frowning a bit as she watched Schala and Lambda talk.
edited 27th Oct '14 7:02:22 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Space Station
"Understood" without another word Lambda went over to the database, "Scanning Start" and began to quickly scroll through the list of possible candidates. Though it looked like she was just glancing at each one she was storing the information down to the letter.
After a moment she stopped and let out a "Scan Complete" as if she had some kind of UI. "Deliberating" She took another moment to close her eyes and check each of the candidates abilities again in her head. Eventually she opened them and brought up one of them on the screen again. "The most beneficial target at the moment is the one called The Mandarin."
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Vampire Hunter
Schala & Zeal, Space Station
"Yes, the Mandarin..." Schala sighed again... While she knew Mandarin was a villain, helping these people take over this world was not what she wanted to do. "Unfortunately, many of us are tired from the previous mission."
Zeal looked over at her daughter, debating on if she should try to put her under her thrall. All it would take was an enchanted kiss to make her or anyone else completely obedient for a week and could make it indefinite on her with more applications.
edited 28th Oct '14 12:58:41 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
sword of promised halp
Kirei and Lancer; The Coalition Against Ninjahood
To Kotomine Kirei, the stench of death was a heady perfume. Like a wanton adulteress it beckoned, tempting him with coy gestures and teasing laughs. Lust seared at his very bones. If he could, he would have plunged his hands into some dying man at that instant, twisted and rent his very innards just to savor his last screams -
Such was the despicable longing of his flesh. But his spirit was strong. Inside his mind were rods of steel and scripture, rammed in over his long years of penance. They had been bent, but would not break. And so, despite his wretched desire, Kotomine Kirei remained on the outside a man of stone. Inscrutable.
Another scent wafted into his nostrils. Tobacco, mingled with insanity. The first was mundane, the second indescribable. It was acrid, unspeakably repulsive. At one point in his self-flagellation he had become aware of a taint that lay deep inside his spirit. It had festered with an odor that burned and choked him. He had flogged himself harder that day. But it had not gone away, and over the years the exorcisms and executions had only served to hone his new sense. He could not explain why the demoniac, the insane, and the heretic would all exude a distinct smell. But the smell was always there, just as it always was with him.
And yet he, Kotomine Kirei, was not insane. It was just another mystery that gnawed at him.
Insanity had rolled from the Clown in great, boisterous waves. This was not the Clown. Insanity hung off this one like a skinned snake. It was unmistakable. Quiet. Always ready to unnerve or shock with its lifeless slither-swaying. And despite the man's genial vulgarity and familiar mode of address, Kotomine Kirei knew that somewhere on his person the fangs still lay concealed. In them lurked lethal venom.
Though he could slay the madman with a blow, Kirei was not about to underestimate Vaas Montenegro. Thus, he had pondered the man's ramblings in the midst of his reflection. He did not care for them. Kirei was no stranger to treachery, but sly smiles repelled him. For in spite of all his sin, Kirei was still a man who operated on absolutes. And there were no absolutes with Vaas Montenegro.
The priest turned and looked straight at Vaas.
"Speak plainly," he replied in his weighty baritone. "What do you desire of me?"
Lancer wandered over, dripping spear on his shoulder. Kirei sent a brisk thought his way. The Celt grinned and kept his distance.
Assassin; S.T.A.R. Labs
"We can be of assistance, should you will it."
Aakiyah's dusky voice floated through the air, before settling just in front of the ruined elevator doors. Seconds later, the lithe female melted into existence.
"You have seen my capabilities. Between us, we possess many more. Order us as you will."
edited 28th Oct '14 5:39:30 AM by troydenite
'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023
Desco watched, disappointed that her spell had failed to hit the target as this guy did some crazy moves. Desco leaned forward and turned her head curiously. He was a super hero like the others on the list right? He had to be with some kind of power. "Are you Growy-Shrinkyman?" The tentacles on Yogsothoth stretched out, their maws opening slightly, after Blackfire made her move. She put her hands out to her sides again and cast another spell, Ice, on the entrance of the Door. The magical spell froze the air and shattered, leaving nothing behind but making the point that Desco could kill anyone that approached. "We just want the money here! Why don't you go out and get us a helicopter and secure an escape route for us? Then nobody else gets hurt! That is how these bank heists are supposed to go you know. Its too early for the Super Hero to come and beat up the villains." Desco gestured to herself. "You face the Final Weapon, Desco! And Blackfire is on Desco's level too! One hero cannot beat two Final Bosses! You need at least three heroes for one Boss!"
edited 28th Oct '14 8:48:01 AM by StephanReiken
Dipper fan
"Yeah what she said" Blackfrie nodded in agreement to Desco "Yeah you are completely outclassed here. you don't stand a chance against us, better try again when they send someone worth our time"
edited 28th Oct '14 8:36:04 PM by RPGLegend
Forgiveness is beyond justice, faith is superior than hope, redemption is better than perfection and love is greater than them all.
Tesseract had not managed to gain a grip on Croc, however, he had managed to shatter the repitilian's shoulder. He was preparing to attack Croc's other limbs when the fight was ended by the sudden arrival of a new contender: an elevator plummeting at it's terminal velocity.
It appeared to be quite terminal for Killer Croc.
"It seems we'll be taking the stairs." Tesseract said, turning to walk away and stepping on something squishy. He looked down, and spied Croc's tongue beneath his boot. Unsheathing his knife, his stabbed directly through it, before lifting it up.
He walked over to one if Eggman's robots, and deposited it into their hands, or failing that, onto their head.
"Take this to your master. We may find a use for it."
Tesseract then strode over to the Reception's desk, and checked to see whether the Receptionist's computer would be intact. If so, he would radio Eggman to bring the list up on the monitor.
If not, he could have the list emailed to Eastwood's smartphone. Modern technology was a wonderous thing.
"Look, whoever the fuck you are, we are under no obligation to follow any orders of yours-" "AAAAAYAAARGH!"
Sy turned his head towards the scream. One of their deceased comrade's blades had been heated by Sovereign, and used to cauterize Sense's open wounds.
" ...and I honestly don't give a fuck about the enemy leader right now. The damned Priest can handle himself."
edited 20th Oct '14 3:45:53 PM by GeekCodeRed
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!