"Eeeeellllllleggdrokhyooooted todaheey!" said Apocalypse, then tossed BOB one of several dozen diamonds. "Hhhere. Buy yourself summmthin' nize. Hmm. Speech ssseeemmmz to be gettinnnngg better... I wonnderr whair that Bronzze Revolver actually put that gem I chased him for last niiight? He said it was in the Luckuckucky sevennn casino, but I dun' b'leeve him."
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BOB stared at the diamonds. They were probably going to be confiscated, but no harm in trying to smuggle them in.
BOB put a large one inside the hidden compartment of the noisy cricket. How it fit, he did not know but meh. He didn't even know there was a secret compartment until his great gramps told him he put one in.
Doll took a look around the van at the other occupants. All suspicious people... and Bob. She decided to ignore them, looking down at the handcuffs around her wrists and thinking to herself.
Doll returned the bomb to Apocalypse and returned to her quiet ignoring of everyone.
As for the detective, he arrived home and returned to unpacking his things and mingling with the neighbors, before going online to research the local superheroes and villains.
edited 28th Feb '10 5:18:37 PM by Starbound2
The gang arrived at the very heavily gaurded ULTRA JAIL OF RADIO CITY, and after being registered in, at least the ones who haven't already been jailed, they were sent to their cell. They were all in the same cell, BECAUSE THAT'S HOW IT WORKS, except for Dr.Apocalypse who was put in a high security, gaurded cell, and was stripped of EVERYTHING.
Darktail sighed and pouted at the gaurded near the cell, and motioned her tail to beckon towards him. He rolled his eyes, sighed, and lazily walked towards her. "What's new, pussyy cat?"
She rolled her eyes and giiggled. "Yeah, I haven't heard that one enough...Sooo..."
"Look, why don't you just skip the flirting, 'cause you aren't getting let out of here. The prison is freaking out over how we got you, Seven, and Apocalypse all in one go. It's comforting to know that crazy freaks like Zero aren't the only ones that can capture villians anymore...So...What's up with En-"
"Shut up. Don't you say her name. She's long gone...Heard she died trying to save a bus full of orphans or something. Shame...She was fun to fight..."
"Doesn't matter now...Since your kind of stuck here and all." The gaurd laughed as he returned to his post. Darktail pouted and leaned against the wall.
edited 1st Mar '10 7:36:14 PM by SukeSho
Cria fama y echate a dormir MusingsDoll sat down and laid her back against the wall, eyes closed. Well... I've done some pretty terrible things, she thought to herself. Maybe a place like this is where I belong.
Meanwhile, the detective looked up all that he could about the villains and heroes of Radio City, in case he would run into any of them later. Let's see here... I met Vigil. His website has lots of "truth and justice" messages, but nothing concrete on the person himself...
Who else can we find... ah, right. Apocalypse. Explosives-theme, bit of a crazy, yeah I know that. ...an App?! ...I'm not quite sure what to think about that one...
Let's see. Who was the woman I briefly tangled with? I think Apocalypse called her "Darktail." Well, let's see what I can find... ...blush. Agh, safe search, safe search! ...okay, that's better. Elle would kill me if she saw me looking at that. Well, if she were still here. Let's see... well, she's certainly got a lot of fans. Still weird-ed out by super villain fans, but I guess I won't question their taste... an arch nemesis? I guess I should look into that a bit more later.
Who else... can't find a lot of info on Doll aside from rumor-level stuff... this "Ray" guy doesn't have too much info either... Wall Man... ...what kind of superhero... ...I'm not gonna bother asking. Zero... how come I feel that even though he's a superhero, I'd rather not meet him? And... the Black Ogre. Well, that's someone to run away from as fast as possible too. Mr. Thirteen... Mr. Seven... I wonder if they're related. Their powers are pretty similar, after all. ...hey, isn't there a guy named Mr. Seven who runs a casino too? Eh, probably just a coincidence.
Apocalypse looked around his bed. This cell couldn't hold him. He just needed some ingredients... He walked up to the door. "Hey! Guard! When's my lunch?"
The guard passed it through a slot wordlessly. A sammich and Oranges. Well, I would have preferred a lower pH, but we all have to make due. Apocalypse took the orange and hid it in a corner. "Saving it for later." By dinner, if they had something more acidic, he could put his plan into action. All he needed now was some blood, milk, something Basic. Maybe get a shank later...
edited 2nd Mar '10 2:10:13 PM by Taco
After being treated for several electrical burns, Bronze Revolver had returned to his apartment, having discarded of the remains of his cloak and armour in a dumpster somewhere. He had spares. It didn't matter.
He was currently resting on his couch, dressed in jeans and a white tank-top that showed off his arms nicely as he repaired his revolvers.
Somehow, he found his mind wandering back to Darktail, every time there was a lapse in his attention.
Always touching and looking. Piss off.Mr. Seven sat down and thought to himself. He still had his mask, due to his ''shocking'' security measures on it. If it was force off it would activate. Only Mr. Seven knew how to remove his mask. Let's see, no way to contact the men, In a cell, and no weapons... I'm so screwed.
Apocalypse banged on the door. "Hey! Hey! Let me out or I blow this place sky high!" The guard stayed calm. "I was there at the casino, you imbecile. You never activated the bombs, they were fakes! And I certainly won't believe you now!" The guard opened the door's window and smacked Apocalypse, giving him a bloody lip. Apocalypse flipped him off. "Ooh, bad move." Apocalypse took out the orange he had for dinner. "Now, to get out of here and start a revolution!" Apocalypse squeezed his cut to make more blood come out, then placed the orange wedges with the meat facing the lock. "Acid, meet Base." He spat the blood onto the orange, which started to smoke and hiss. He slammed the orange onto the lock, the rind acting like a seal. The hydrogen only had one place to go.
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fssssss...
"Oh, right. Hydrogen's not dense enough. Um. Well, this is awkward..."

Apocalypse, electrocution giving him the common sense of a drunk, poked Seven and said, "Hey! Aahhmmm tlalking at yew! Whadzzz yyoor deeyall?!"