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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2010 13:55:45 GMT -5
Solo answers Elexir:
"I dont have the Luxury to use Powers to subdue Terrorists. I have to do it, how normal Humans do it."
Solo answers Shockwave:
"Look Ironman wannabe, If we were somewhere else, you would regret your words. That is the reason I work alone, and avoid the self-righteous Mutie punks, that have no clue what it is like being at war. You would not survive a second on the battlefield, without your precious powers. You think you costumed clowns know what it takes to keep piece in this country?"
Solo answers to Paladin Agent:
"If you knew I was innocent why didnt you contacted me earlier? Ill play by the ball, because I have no choice, but dont think just because you have a leash on me, you can do whatever you want with me. I wont be anybodies lapdog again. Once the truth is out, Ill go my own way!"
Solo was frustrated and angry, that everything he worked for, just got flushed down the toilet. Even tough they made an intriguing deal for him, he didnt like it. He was betrayed before, and we wont be fooled again, if he can help it.
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Post by Elixir on Feb 21, 2010 22:08:05 GMT -5
Elixir's eyes narrow as he hears Solo refer to 'Muties'.
"Look, normal humans don't tote around firepower like you do, nor do they shoot people like you do. Those who do either end up dead or in a cell."
"So, keep it in your pants big guy, and decide if you want to be part of the team, and play by the rules. That includes dropping the 'Mutie' comments. You can call me 'Elixir' instead, and I'll call you 'Solo'"
Elixir takes a breath and waits to hear what Solo has to say.
"I'm getting dry here, any chance you can bring in some water?"
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 21, 2010 22:19:05 GMT -5
Paul remembered the layout of the triangle of billiard balls on the table and through the shadows of the blindfold around his eyes he was able to focus and see the table from different angles originating from points of shadow in this dimly lit dive. Quite a challenge Stick had set before him, to move while delocalizing his senses. Paul realized everything Stick had taught him about tuning to surroundings in everything was coming into play here in this offensive, repulsive place filled with so much hatred and volatility. Patience, indeed.
His break dispersed the grouping like tear gas in a riot. As six striped balls flee into each of the pockets on the table, the cue ball comes to rest in a angle that can with a skilled stroke sink the orange-and-white 13 ball with a banking shot that will knock the 8 ball into the right corner pocket. It was almost like swatting a flying bee with an escrima stick, but not quite as challenging as swatting that bee three times before it hit the ground. Paul felt confident he could make this called shot.
The Buzzcuts around the pool table began to murmur.
"How'd he do that! Check his blindfold!"
"Leave him alone I checked his blindfold already."
"Well I ain't losing no money to these guys. They cleaned house over at the Gutter Pirates stand two weeks ago."
"Yeah well speak of the devil, look who just walked in."
Paul hears Stick's calm voice in his head. "Stay here. Stay alert." "Hey old man, where are you going?"
Paul sees through the shadows a fuzzy negative image of Stick walk away from the table, approaching a female form accompanied by men carrying baseball bats.
A Buzzcut bellows out, "Bat Boys and Gutter Pirates together? This is Buzzcuts turf. Y'all better have a good reason to be here."
A Gutter Pirate says, "We wish to make you an offer. But first, a show of goodwill. Bring him in, boys."
The BatBoys drag a kid in his mid-teens into the pool hall, bound hand and foot and wearing a street hockey jersey.
"What the hell would we want with a Flashing Blades loser?"
"He's a mutant."
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 21, 2010 22:31:32 GMT -5
Mr. Pride says to Solo, "The discovery of your innocence in the Milan terrorist flight is new to us, as is our ability to find you. This was the prefered method to approaching you over doing so in one of your booby-trapped hideouts. Believe me I'm quite nervous that you are carrying so many weapons here, but it was decided not to disarm you as a show of faith. Your assistance in recovering the stolen book must be voluntary. We only seek to make your decision... easier."
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Post by Flashdance on Feb 22, 2010 0:40:51 GMT -5
**grumble*** - thinks Flashdance - "time to keep with the company line. Dammit; if they didn't supply me with beer money..."
With a look that resembles something of disgust, Flashdance says to Solo:
"Look here gun-boy I don't really like you. I watched you kill people. Let me repeat that - k-k-kill people, in cold blood. The way I see it, that makes you one of the bad people. BUT, and - just like a bad porno (that I never watch by the way cause I get the ladies, nosiree bob) - there's always a big but - the PI here seems to think you are important. Maybe you were unloved as a kid. Maybe people did bad things to you. Maybe even some old lady took that last cabbage patch kid you're trying to get for your daughter at KMart last christmas. Maybe you are just a big'ol, lovable gun-toting teddybear in need of a hug.
So I have a deal for you. You play nice, and I'll have your back. Plain and simple. Help us out, drop the mute talk, and work with us. I'll even let you listen to my special collection of vintage Eddie Rabbit 8-tracks with me over a cold Natural Light."
While he says this, Flashdance is just thinking about how he wants to teleport this guy into the middle of a bunch of sex-crazed prisoners buck-nekked, but he tries to keep with his orders
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Post by Renegade on Feb 22, 2010 3:31:13 GMT -5
Paul stood in rigid attention as he "heard" Stick's message. He slowly took off the blindfold and saw three members of two rival gangs coming inside the pool hall.
He overheard the Buzzcuts refer to them by name: Gutter Pirates, Flashing Blades and Bat Boys. He dimly recalled as he traveled to different bars around the city with Stick that for the last few days, someone was stirring up the street gangs against each other more than usual as well as the Hammerhead Crime Family but Paul knew not why. There had already been violent shootouts in Central Park and near Times Square from the tv and the Daily Bugle but other than that Paul knew little else.
Paul's jaw clenched as the newcomers announced that they brought a mutant for the Buzzcuts' sick enjoyment.
Aw crap...
He had to find some way to stop this but knew it won't be easy with so many people around.
(OOC: If there is a chance Paul can slip away unnoticed while the Buzzcuts are occupied with the planned mutant bashing and changes into Renegade, please let me know.)
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Post by shockwave on Feb 22, 2010 6:55:16 GMT -5
Shockwave looks over at Pride, "I'm not sure what you believe the hierarchy of sins are, and I don't really know much about dimensional invasions, but I do know when I see someone shoot a kid in cold blood. Murder, outranks theft in my book, even if that theft is some mystical mojo book from some alien race. I'm going to play along, but only because we don't have time to screw around here while Felicia is in trouble...but don't think this is over. I'm going to see if I can set up a listening post from somewhere near that bar. I'll worry about the robots later."
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 22, 2010 8:44:21 GMT -5
Mr. Pride looks at Shockwave quizzically. "Perhaps you need a demonstration of that mystical mojo from an alien race? Do you think SHIELD agents just let obscure private foundations drive into the scene of a warehouse explosion and drive out with both costumed vigilantes and the robots they were fighting? With my limited training in Formorexian techno-magic, I only possess a fraction of the mass emotion control powers an invasion of Earth by Fomorexians would bring. I use my powers judiciously and sparingly because they are corrupting in nature. Success against this rising evil depends upon meeting it willingly or under compulsion or worse, before it is too late. We won't have time for dilemmas when the nightmares of every man, woman, and child on Earth are made real by their own dark thoughts. The Paladin Institute will be - is - meeting this threat head on. We'd like you to help. There is a great deal we can learn from each other from a continued future partnership. But for now, the threat of Bartholomew Jacobs' book in far more corruptible hands is the most pressing concern. And yes, my assistant at the Met, Felicia Bifrost is among the entire world we wish to save. That her disappearance is tied to the Paladin Institute's long war with the Fomorexians seems coincidental, hence the reason to believe it even more suspect. Fomorexian mind control magics are built upon fear and paranoia. They drive their enemies into madness through extreme excitement of their most primal emotions. Well have to wait for test results, but I suspect that Solo here retrieved his replica of Jacobs' Key via exposure to the psychoactive chemicals in that warehouse fire, which means the dimensional barriers are already significantly weakened. As I said before, if the Fomorexians break through, everyone's nightmares will become real. Tangibly real. Sowing the seeds of war among all of us, from street gangs to national governments is all but a sign that they are coming." ===== OOC: I'm trying to make Mr. Pride seem both obsessed and paranoid himself, in alignment with media portrayals of him at the beginning of the adventure, yet with the "not really telling you everything" vibe of someone with a lot of skeletons in his closet. In other words, everyone at Angel One Towers meeting with Mr. Pride ought to roll a Psyche FEAT to see if Mr. Pride is being naughty with his Jedi mind trickery. ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png)
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Post by Elixir on Feb 22, 2010 12:54:03 GMT -5
In the voice of Jabba the Hut: "Your mind powers will not work on me boy!" (or they might ;D )
Psyche FEAT (Good)
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Post by Elixir on Feb 22, 2010 12:55:12 GMT -5
Danged roller!
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Post by shockwave on Feb 22, 2010 15:41:34 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2010 18:11:51 GMT -5
))((OOC "These are not the capes you are looking for", waves hand ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) ))(( Solo narrows his eyes at the group of capes, and says in a grim voice,"Would you call Captain America a Maniac when he was killing Nazis to defend your freedom? Would you call a soldier in Iraq a maniac, when he kills Terrorists to defend your way of life? Have you served in the Army? I don't think so. I do the dirty work none wants to do. I defend the innocent. These "kids" as you call them were shooting at innocent civilians. Our Jurisdiction is corrupt and broken. You bust a guy, he goes to jail, but eventually they walk. We are at War here, can't you all see? All of those I have judged deserved it, I don't go after petty criminals, I go after those who are evil! Killers, Rapers, Pedophiles, Terrorists, Mafia, Supervillians! They all deserve to die! We know it is the only solution. If you don't stop evil, it will spread, so in a way you let evil grow, so does that not make you evil?!",Solo then goes to a nearby Paladin Official, and gives him his weapons, in a nonthreatening professional military way. He says to 'Watch out for them', then turns to the group looking at the group,"Okay I'm sick and tired of this bullshit. Since you are scared Shitless of my guns, and since Paladin was cool, Ill be cool. So since you think I'm fucking Red Skull and Satan combinend, I challenge anyone of you selfrightous capes to a fight. No powers or weapons, just mano e mano. I put away my guns, are you man enough to not use your powers?" He then takes out his mp3 player, sets in on loud and turns it on, puts it on the table. GG Allen's "Don't talk to me" could be heard,"Okay Superzeroes, [glow=red,2,300]WHO WANTS A FUCKING PIECE OF ME[/glow] ![???](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/huh.png) ?!!!!" Solo wasn't like that usually. He was usually more cool and in control. He didn't know what it was. He just had enough of this day, this situation, this whole crap. The gas had tore up deep wounds, wearing the old suit didn't help, and Deadpool had more of an effect on him then he realized. Deadpool, altough insane, understood him. He knew what the price for freedom was. Or was it this alien techno-magic thing? Solo just knew that something would need to happen. Because otherwise, well..... Psyche roll (Gd10) (has Resist Domination) [attack=266128758823972]
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 22, 2010 22:47:25 GMT -5
Mr. Pride stands up from the table and says sternly, "We DO NOT have time for this. Mr. Bourne, recover your weapons, sit down, and for the love of God, turn off that racket!"
Mr. Pride adjusts his tie. "What we need is to pool our resources here, not jump at each others throats. My offer of financial reward for recovering the book still stands, and is extended to all the newcomers here.... Spellbound, Solo, Elixir... but I'm placing Paladin Institute resources on the table as well. Each of you have the potential to join Flashdance here as an asset to our organization, joining an entire family of teams and operations primarily concerned with protecting the Earth from evil. Do you want access to advanced technologies and new sciences, Shockwave? Do you want to strike a blow at the very dark hearts of evil and terror, Solo? Do you want to join an organization with the greatest assemblage of metahuman and mutant research specialists outside those controlled by government and intelligence agencies, Elixir? Do you want to explore the boundaries of science and magic, Spellbound? All of these are what the Paladin Institute does. None of which can happen if we are fighting each other."
ooc: Mr. Pride was not using his emotion control powers, this time, but the idea that he can and does sometimes should make everyone wary....
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Post by Flashdance on Feb 23, 2010 1:20:34 GMT -5
Flashdance tries to diffuse the situation the only way he knows how - with a bit of humor.
"SOLO!!" He says in a roaring voice -
"I think someone just needs a hug. Come'on there you big gun-toting beannie baby!"
And he extends his arms for a hug :-)
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 23, 2010 3:45:52 GMT -5
Mr. Pride is getting a bit upset. "Gentlemen, please. Mr. Bourne here is... was... one of the US Army's most elite special forces operators BEFORE he was enhanced with teleportation circuitry. Elixir here can control catalytic reactions, including biochemistry. Shockwave's weaponry seems based on the manipulation of sound. I've seen video of Flashdance tossing small cars like they were made of styrofoam. Spellbound's powers are a mystery to me, but seem based on an instinctual attunement to universal magical energies. And I can make you want to leap to your death off the top of this building. A fight would not be pretty, and it would be counter-productive. Please, stop egging each other on, and let's settle down to business."
"Mr. Bourne, you did stop the driveby shooters yesterday, but then you executed one of their wounded victims and injured a police officer making your escape... to one of your bunkers. I'm not exactly pleased about the injuries sustained by some of my men triggering the booby traps you had waiting for intruders. It was a oversight we should have planned for.... why would a teleporter use a door... you have a very hard war philosophy, Mr. Bourne. Your methods are ruthless, and your demeanor paranoid. Death follows behind wherever you go. To be honest, under normal circumstances, I would readily hand everything I know about you to the authorities and let them take the casualties trying to find you. But, the Paladin Institute is not above black ops, and your services may be useful to us in the future. We're all trying to gain trust with each other here. I can not stress enough how dangerous it will be if we... you all... fail to recover that book before Halloween night."
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