Evil Mastermind RPG Round 2

"What do you mean by 'wait until some other supervillains show up,' you saying you're not the only one involved in this heist?"

edited 13th Jun '11 8:29:34 PM by SirSteelman

"Uh, dude, something just went through your foot. Just thought you might want to know and all."

Well that's odd. They aren't normally spiky and pointy and hurty...

"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val

"Robot legs. And arms." Was all Motorpocalypse said. "And uh, it's not that people are involved, it's just that, knowing this town, I'm going to get ganged up on, or someone else will want this gem."

Drew was riding along when he saw it, out of the corner of his eye, just berely. He couldn't tell what it was initially, but he slowed down to get a look. From this distance, he could see a man holding another man at gunpoint and someone on the ground. Oh boy, what is going on over there? Drew had to take a look, and see if he could help the person on the ground. Who knows what injuries that they have...

Drew made a quick turn and drove towards them, slowly. He was trying to get a grip on what was happening, it was hard to tell. He thought about reaching for them as some insurance if things went south, but that might set the one with a gun off. He parked his bike a slight ways off, continuing to slowly approach the trio.

edited 13th Jun '11 8:51:45 PM by InfiniteParagon

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

"Alright enough chit-chat, come quietly, or I'll-" suddenly sword levitated out of nowhere, and stabbed Clinton. He feel to the ground in pain.

"Sorry, I'm late, I meant to be at the museum to steal that gem for myself, but looks like I was late to the party." It was Psycho 7 talking. He put the sword, which he had used his telekinesis on in order to stab Clinton, into his hands. "Now will whoever has the gem, please give it to me, or must I take it from one of you?"

Motorpocalypse stopped at this. He pointed his freeze ray at the new guy in the suit. "Shit. You again. So what, is the Black Ogre going to show up again?"

Faceplant realised he was way in over his head.

A cyborg, a psychic, and a cowboy walk into a bar...

"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val

And now a new arrival just stabbed the gun holder. Great, i need to get those two out of there alive, whoever they are. But how do i do that? It occured to him he might have to talk them out of this, so he kept walking towards them as casually and nonthreateningly as possible.

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

Ial handed over his paperwork to his secretary. "I believe that finishes what tasks I had remaining for this evening. Please have them in their proper place by Wednesday, if you could."

Having himself a cup of water, the mayor took a look around. "Hmm... Linda, do you know where Carl has gone off to?"

---

Sigh. Another dry month.

In a small diner on the corner of a street intersection slumped a man in a trenchcoat, fedora hanging over his head like a raincloud ready to ruin someone's day. The smile on his face didn't match the brooding shoulders, or the attire that made him look like a hardboiled detective straight out of a film noir movie. Still, he wore that weary grin as he picked himself off of the counter.

Well, maybe I'll get a client next month. Better luck next time, like they always say.

At the sound of a man clearing his throat, the detective looked up at his server. "Have you decided on an order yet?"

The detective looked around, a bit flustered at letting himself get lost in his thoughts. "Ah, yeah, but could I just have some water right now? I'm actually waiting for someone."

7 then detected Drew walking towards the group, "It looks like someone else wants to join the party."

"Right here, right about to pack up." said Carl. He was in his office, finishing calls. He slipped on a black raincoat, then grabbed his briefcase and a hat. "So, how's the supervillain population doing tonight?"

Drew slowed his pace a bit more, keeping silent as he usually does. Let them start this up, and we'll go from there. He was becoming more and more aware of what he was getting into, seeing as while one held a sword, the other was pointing a... cylindrical looking gun at the sword wielder. He kept calm, running through his options other than the current one.

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

Up in the skies above Radio City, a dark fortress makes its arrival. Inside a super villain hell bent on crushing all that's good in the city, his name, Captain Zeppelin. The time had come, he'd gotten all his robots dusted off, their weapons rearmed, and their targeting systems recalibrated. The time had come for him to release his metal monstrosities upon the city. He walked over to the main computer, and entered the voice command. "Computer! Activate protocol 1." This protocol would send all his robots down to the city, where they would destroy any heroes down below.

" Please enter password" replied the computer.

"Oh, yeah, right... password... um... Torchwood?"

" Incorrect."

"Okay um, is the password... password."

" Incorrect"

"Okay, wait I know this! Is it..." He then continued to make random guesses at his password which he had forgotten, so while he does that why don't we see what Clinton and 7 are up to?

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Clinton pulled out his revolver and tried to take a shot at 7, but because he'd been stabbed, thrown off his motorcycle, shot at, and frozen within the last 5 minutes, his aim was slightly off, and he missed 7. In response 7 psychically lifted up his sword and stabbed Clinton through the heart, killing him. "Now, there's no need to be rude cowboy, I just want my gem. Now then, will whoever has my gem, please give it to me. I ''really' don't want to get bloodstains on this nice suit.

edited 13th Jun '11 9:50:22 PM by SirSteelman

As he looked at the people around him, Drew seriously considered just leaving. But oh boy, did this night just get better. Mr. Tuxedo over there killed the Cowboy, the Miners on the ground and Captain Blue over there was still pointing... whatever that was at Mr. Tuxedo. Mr. Tuxedo spoke of a gem of some sort he wanted, and chances are somebody here is dead if he doesn't get it.

Drew took a deep breath and spoke, a somewhat distinguishable southern accent showing past the quiet tone of voice he took. "Sir, what gem are you talking about?"

edited 13th Jun '11 10:03:09 PM by InfiniteParagon

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

Motorpocalypse stashed the gem in his coat, then, instead of just cutting it, he just grabbed the whole rope and stepped off the stalagmite. "I don't know what you're talking about. There is no gem." he aimed at the alleged civilian and fired a blast from his freeze ray at him.

Drew had barely any time to react, but just enough. Raising his hand in an uppercut, he turns his back to the two as a wall of ice juts out of the gound before the shot from whatever it was can hit. Oddly, it didn't seem to actually do anything to the wall when it made contact seconds later.

Unzipping his hoodie, Drew withdraws two revolvers and waits there, not sure of what to do now, looking at them through the ice.

edited 13th Jun '11 10:25:47 PM by InfiniteParagon

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

"Well, I was informed by the police that there was a robbery at the newly opened dental museum," Ial lied casually, as that sort of thing was normal for the city. "It seems the robber deliberately set off as many alarms as he could though, so the police force should be close behind the perpetrator."

In his thoughts, Ial thought, It seems as though it was Motorpocalypse being his reckless self again. Clinton West the bounty hunter is facing against him, but Psycho 7 wounded him. There are also two newcomers to the city there - one of them is incapacitated while the other is slowly approaching the scene as to try and mediate.

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The sound of chimes made the detective's head turn, and that self-pitying smile on his lips changed to one of friendly invitation. The young woman who just walked in was picturesque in her beauty, though she wore a troubled look. As the door closed behind her, the detective gestured her over.

"I've been waiting for you, Doll. How did things go?"

As she sat down on the stool next to him, she shook her head. "I couldn't get in contact with him tonight. Maybe he's busy?"

Mr. 7 saw the new guy and was about to try and stab him psychically with his sword, when he felt the cold steel of Clinton West's revolver against his neck. "Don't move," said Clinton.

edited 13th Jun '11 10:45:06 PM by SirSteelman

"Hey hey hey!!" said Motorpocalypse, backing up and waving his hands. "Chill, no need for a gun." He started rolling off the sidewalk onto the street. "We can just chill out here, right? I mean, who knows what happens if I focus my freeze ray through this thing?"

Drews face was that of pure shock when the formerly dead Cowboy put a gun to Mr. Tuxedo's head. Then Captain Blue threatened to... do something with his freeze ray and the... gem? Oh, was he sobering up fast. At this point he had no utter clue as to what to do. He could try putting an ice wall in front of him before he can pull the trigger, judging from last time that might work. Or would it? Depending on how much more powerful that beam got...

edited 13th Jun '11 10:54:19 PM by InfiniteParagon

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

Clinton grabbed his knife and put it to 7's neck. He then pulled out his revolver and fired at Motorpocalypse.

The bullet hit Motorpocalypse in the legs. He tripped, and the gem came tumbling out of his pocket, into his hand. He held his ice beam up to it, still prone. "Okay, look. I take the gem, I speed off, or I pump this thing full of ice beams and we see what happens."

Doll and the detective sipped their cups as they waited on their orders to come. "It's not like Vigil to not show up," the detective mused.

Doll nodded. "Maybe you should give him a call or message, James."

James Wells nodded back and smiled. "That's a good idea."

Meanwhile, the cook muttered about how lucky some guys had it...

((Hey Ial, you sexy devil, you. How ya doin'?))

A shot was fired. A bullet knocked Motorpocalypse's freeze ray out of his hand, sending it skidding out into the street.

"I choose option three," said a muffled, somewhat mechanical voice from an alleyway. "Which involves you freezing."

The light of a street lamp caught in the brass plating of a gun while its owner stepped forward into the street. He was clad in what could be best described as a matte black motorcyclist's helmet (although it was anything but), a trenchcoat, boots, and gloves. All of which were also black, of course. He raised his other gun while his shallow breathing sounded softly from the voice amplifier in the front of his helmet,two eyes barely visible as they darted around, searching over the crowd while he pointed one gun at Motorpocalypse.

"I can have six bullets in all of you before you even blink. If you move, that is. I'd not do that, if I were you."

edited 14th Jun '11 6:41:34 AM by MisterAlways

Always touching and looking. Piss off.

If Drew could get out of this without being treatened to be shot or something similar, he'd be real happy. He froze when the new arrival appeared, taking out the immediate threat before them. He needed a way out of this, and needed to rethink his priorities. Without moving, he calls out just loud enough for the new arrival to hear: "Let me get him out of here," he requested, referring to the Miner. "I mean you no harm."

edited 14th Jun '11 7:22:49 AM by InfiniteParagon

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill