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Post by Dead Sidekick on Sept 7, 2010 23:41:50 GMT -5
Deadpool's grenade tossing pitch...
Agility FEAT RM +1CS Thown Weapons talent...
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Sept 7, 2010 23:43:49 GMT -5
Flashdance's home run swing on grenade (in case Oldschool misses his catch FEAT)
Fighting FEAT IN + 1CS Blunt Weapons
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Post by TasK on Sept 8, 2010 0:02:06 GMT -5
Oldschool's attempt to catch the grenade.
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Post by TasK on Sept 8, 2010 0:02:54 GMT -5
Oldschool's attempt to stay awake.
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Post by Vendetta on Sept 8, 2010 0:22:07 GMT -5
Shot #1:
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Post by Vendetta on Sept 8, 2010 0:22:37 GMT -5
Shot #2:
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Post by Reen on Sept 8, 2010 8:13:39 GMT -5
Le epic Sleep Induction feat..... ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png) [attack=413981704729993] // XD Tis a green, but why'd I have to waste the good roll?!?!\\
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Sept 9, 2010 0:23:09 GMT -5
Oldschool noticed the kid Rin suddenly look directly at the front door and was the first to react to the strange armed man in blood red tights as he approached the entry way to the homeless shelter. No sooner than the man produced a grenade and began yelling was Oldschool on his feet. The pin of the grenade hit the floor even as Oldschool pushed away from the table where he and Vendetta were buzzing over Shockwave's upper leg exoskeletal actuators, quickly diving to catch the bomb even as the assassin tossed it at Flashdance and Elixir.
The man who called himself Deadpool said something strange. "Cripes! Foiled by the dice roller! You're lucky this isn't my comic book. I have Excellent Reason, you know."
Flashdance swings his Enduranium baseball bat at the incoming grenade but Oldschool had intercepted it quickly and FD winded up accidentally clocking Oldschool in his shoulderblades hard enough to shatter reinforced concrete, making a sickeningly metallic THOK! sound, but for no damage. Flashdance sheepishly grins at Oldschool as he says, "Sorry about that , O"
Vendetta pumps two rounds into Deadpool, which take him off his feet and put him down on his back. He doesn't get up.
The grenade explodes in Oldschool's cupped hands as he cradles it to his chest. Oldschool brushes molten fragments of metal and soot from his hands as a puff of smoke rises from a large burn hole in his NAPA Auto Parts shirt, exposing undamaged, but soot and powder stained flesh beneath. Oldschool's ears ring from the noise of Vendetta's gunshots and the muffled explosion in his hands. He turns and sees everyone in the homeless shelter seem to faint, except Rin, who stands next to Elixir and Flashdance's prone bodies, sprawled on the floor. Rin cocks his head to his left, looking at Oldschool.
As the ring in Oldschool's hypersensitive ears subsides, he hears the crash of several automobiles, metal on metal and glass shattering, rumbling from all directions around the homeless shelter even blocks away.
And then he hears Flashdance snoring loudly, a trickle of drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth and pooling on the floor.
Deadpool is snoring as well. His gunshot wounds are mending quickly, sealing up to leave only holes in his uniform.
The horns of cars blare over the crashing noises coming from up to a quarter-mile away. It is as if every car, truck, taxi and bus in this area of the Lower East Side went out of control. Birds fall from the sky, splattering on the pavement and parked cars around the homeless shelter. Oldschool hears a high-pitched screech, a subway train underground slamming on its brakes.
Oldschool hears people crying out in pain and agony from vehicles piling up in crashes at intersections in the surrounding streets.
The soft voice in Rin's head says...
***Oh dear...***
...but the harsh voice says...
***YES! That was awesome! Do it again!***
***No, don't! Oh please, don't! So many innocents hurt!***
ooc: Everyone besides Rin and Oldschool are asleep for 4 minutes plus...
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...(ten-sider) hours, unless woken up naturally (shaken, splashed with cold water, loud enough noise, pain, etc.)
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Sept 9, 2010 1:12:00 GMT -5
![](http://i540.photobucket.com/albums/gg340/deadsidekick/nightmare.gif) Shockwave, Windchill, Elixir, Flashdance, and Vendetta stand at the foot of a hill, in what appears to be a gloomy wasteland. The skies are purple, and crackle with menacing lightning strikes. The first thing everyone notices is that Shockwave's armor is fully intact, Windchill is in his familiar ice blue and gray costume, and Flashdance's costume is not damaged with a nasty sword slash across the chest. Wherever they are, it is not the homeless shelter. It doesn't seem to really even be a real place at all. Atop the hill, a horseman in green points to a city in the distance next to an ocean of blood. It is structurally New York City, but the buildings are flaming ruins. The cries of the damned echo in the distance. The horseman calls from his mount, laden with skulls as his tattered cape billows in the wind. ***I am Nightmare, and this is my Dream Dimension. Morpheus has asked a boon of me, to assist your quest against the Fomorexian warlock. My price is to taste the wine of your darkest fears. Go now, into your horrors. My desires must be quenched.***ooc: the color of Nightmare's voice isn't coincidental ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2010 4:10:53 GMT -5
After Solo has eaten, and talked with chung about putting all the weapons in Solo's "Basement" for now, he goes to take a quick shower, get on one of his replacement suit and over it a long leather jacket to cover his suit and gear (the same gear he had, exept the sniper rifle, which he leaves at his base, instead taking the Uzi he had left here hiding it under his jacket, strapped over the shoulder). He puts on the sunglasses, and has his facemask ready hidden, looking like a turtleneck attached to the suit. He then will go to the tower 15 minutes before the meeting time, and waits for the others.
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Post by Vendetta on Sept 9, 2010 11:40:15 GMT -5
***I am Nightmare, and this is my Dream Dimension. Morpheus has asked a boon of me, to assist your quest against the Fomorexian warlock. My price is to taste the wine of your darkest fears. Go now, into your horrors. My desires must be quenched.*** Vendetta shrugs "My darkest fear has already come true. If you want to live my life have at it. In fact I refuse to take part in this little game of yours, so I'll stay where I am thankyou very much!" With that he simply sits down.
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Sept 9, 2010 21:00:39 GMT -5
***Morpheus! This mortal dares defy me in my realm! If not for your bargain I would slay him now, or cast him forever into the Realms of Madness! I shall have his darkest fears, or I shall have his sanity!***
The entity known as Nightmare dismounts his ghastly horse, calling out to an unseen other.
From the sky, another voice speaks.
***Stay your hand, Fear Lord. The rude one known as Vendetta is inspired by his darkest fears come true. His inspiration even in pain and death satisfy me. He may have no unrealized dark fears, but he is mortal.***
***Indeed, he is mortal. Your insight inspires me, Dream of the Seven Endless. If I can not have his darkest fears, I shall have his mortal fears instead. We shall extract those fears first.***
With that, the entity known as Nightmare waves an odd looking wand and the entire scene around the heroes changes to a city street intersection. Discarded newspapers flutter through the street. The headlines read "VENDETTA DECLARES WAR ON THE GANGS OF NEW YORK CITY!" featuring a picture of Vendetta with a menacing look on his face.
As Vendetta sits on the pavement of the street at the feet of the other heroes, he notices mobs of street gang members carrying guns, knifes and clubs, approaching from all four directions.
And Vendetta notices his guns have become water pistols.
And they're empty.
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Sept 9, 2010 21:19:33 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in another part of Nightmare's Dream Dimension...
Shockwave, Windchill, Elixir, and Flashdance stand at the foot of the hill as the entity known as Nightmare dismounts his horse and waves an odd looking wand. Vendetta sat on the ground, and disappeared.
Nightmare looks Shockwave.
***I know your darkest fear best. Will you deny it to me, or shall you suffer it beyond measure?***
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Post by shockwave on Sept 10, 2010 0:53:23 GMT -5
A thick fog surrounded Shockwave, blocking all vision before it began to clear out enough to see. He began to cough as the smell of the haze revealed itself to be cigar smoke. Shockwave saw his helmet was tucked under his arm, but the rest of his battle armor was in place. He wore a spanish Lucha mask, allowing access to his mouth. He recognized the room as the upper room of the Celestial House of Pizza, and he could see a man was sitting through the smoke waiting for him.
"I'm glad you were able to make it," a familiar voice came out. Although Shockwave didn't know the man on a personal level, there was no mistaking who it was. "Are you sure this place is safe to meet?"
Shockwave answered immediately, "This is as safe a place as I know. The owner has this room set up for privacy. The waitresses are discreet about the clientelle as well, since they cater to quite a few people who need to be able to get away from the public eye."
"I hope you are right, this meeting is of utmost importance." The man took another puff on his cigar before putting it out on the table, leaning forward out of the shadows enough that Shockwave could now make out the telltale eyepatch of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Director Fury, I don't understand why it is you want to meet with me." His voice wasn't very convincing. He knew exactly why S.H.I.E.L.D. would be interested in him. His armor, or at least the parts he used to build it were stolen from the organization. He did his best to cover his tracks, erasing records of his sonic weapons development, and of the supplies he used while doing it, but S.H.I.E.L.D. was the most sophisticated intelligence agency in the world. Some day sooner or later, someone was going to figure things out.
"Listen Slade, yes, I know who you are...we both know that you left the agency quickly, but I want to know why. You were a very valuable asset. Your skills at reverse engineering captured technology was invaluable to the agency, and everything seemed to be going well with your career. Then all of the sudden you leave. Why?"
"Well...I'm not sure about how to say this...there is a problem with some of the members of S.H.I.E.L.D. research division." Shockwave seemed very hesitant, not knowing how to put this or where it would lead to. All past attempts to go up the chain at S.H.I.E.L.D. with his reports, and it hadn't gotten him anywhere, but now he had a chance to get to the top.
"Go on. We aren't playing politics here, just spit out the truth." Fury pulled out another cigar and lit it.
"Director Fury, I don't think they allow smoking in here." Shockwave looks around the thick smoke in the room trying to imagine how many cigars it must have taken to make it, and wondering if the stench would ever come out of the draperies, carpeting, and furniture. It was obviously far to late to do anything about the smoking.
"Get back to the subject," the director repremanded.
"During one of the experiements in sonic intensity, I noticed that one of the managers hadn't worn proper protection, yet, he was completely uneffected by the blasts. It had enough power it should have at least knocked him unconcious, and would have been close to killing him. This really got me wondering what was going on, so I began to watch him closely. I used some of my equipment to monitor him. What I found was shocking. He...he wasn't human."
"A mutant?"
"No, he wasn't human at all. It was a synthezoid of some kind...a robot. Working at S.H.I.E.L.D., and especially working with R&D, I was aware of the LMD project, but this wasn't anything like what I knew of LMD's. This was a fully autonomous and functioning robot. It passed for human to everyone. I can't believe it was so advanced."
"You wouldn't believe what some of the more advanced Life Model Decoys are capable of. They are just like you described. They got more and more advanced to fool our enemies, some would say, too advanced."
"That's exactly what I was thinking. I continued watching, and listening, gathering all of the information I could. I developed methods through sound to identify a synthezoid versus a human. They are close, with enhanced listening, you can tell they aren't the same. The internal workings are mechanical, the pulse is off. Their voices are too perfect in pitch. Through this, I was able to identify that this manager wasn't the only one. And worse, over time, several other members of R&D were replaced by these things."
The director looked serious and somewhat annoyed. "Now you have my attention for sure. Why didn't you report this instead of leaving? I understand you felt you were in danger, but running away doesn't solve the problem."
"I did report it, that was the problem. I went up a level...another synthezoid, so I went to the R&D director..."
"...and he's an LMD too. Now I'm beginning to understand you predicament."
"I tried to cover up as much of my research as I could, especially anything about detecting the LMD's. I didn't want them to be able to adjust to the research and improve themselves. I also didn't want to hand over a dangerous weapon."
"Did you keep a copy of your research? This might be the first breakthrough in being able to eliminate these things once and for all."
"Wait, you knew about this problem?" Shockwave hadn't considered it was already well known, or at least he didn't want to believe that.
"I've been trying to find them for a while now. They are far more wide spread than even you are reporting. I've identified several rogue LMD's in other parts of S.H.I.E.L.D., and they have even replaced the leader of a third world country. I suspect 2 are even serving in Congress, and one is in the cabinet, although we don't know exactly who yet. Your research could be the key to finding them without tipping our hand that we are looking for them."
Shockwave was suddenly sure he had made the right call, something he hadn't been certain about since the day he left S.H.I.E.L.D. "I keep a copy of my research in my apartment. It wouldn't take me long to be able to get it."
Suddenly the elevator opened, and two familiar waitresses stepped out carrying drinks and a pizza. The pizza was set on the table, and both turned towards Shockwave, revealing laser pistols in hand. "Thanks for the information," one of them called out, "we won't be needing you anymore."
Shockwave reacted quickly, emmitting a stunning sonic frequency, only to find it was completely useless against his targets. "LMD's, here? Greta? You too? We have to stop them!"
Shockwave glanced over his shoulder to see Fury draw his gun preparing for the coming shootout with the robotic replicants. However, instead of aiming at the waitresses, Fury put the gun to Shockwave's unprotected head. "Like she said, thanks for the information. We won't be needing you anymore. The president will be pleased that this loose end is tied up."
Shockwave was suddenly very aware that not only was he vulnerable to the gun at his head, by removing his helmet, he also had no ability to detect that Fury was an LMD all along.
...The cigar smoke clears, and Shockwave finds himself back among his companions, suddenly wary of whether they too were robotic duplicates.
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Sept 10, 2010 1:51:03 GMT -5
ooc: Shockwave's nightmare is more frightening than Vendetta's. Out-freaking-standing! In the same genre as what I had planned, but far far far far far better executed. Bravo! I don't want to mess with that perfection one iota. Shockwave's nightmare happened... just like that!
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The entity Nightmare savored every morsel of Shockwave's nightmare. He seemed near orgasmic.
***True fear. The theif is restless from his fear of getting caught. Exquisitely maddening what guilt and paranoia will bring. For my bargain with Dream I will allow you to depart to the waking world with a gift you already had within you. An inspiration unrealized.***
Nightmare waves his wand and a television set appears before Shockwave.
On its screen is a news feature...
"Privacy rights advocacy groups are up in arms over the planned deployment of networked seismographic microphones in urban areas. Law enforcement officials claim that the proposed Omnidirectional Gunshot Location System can only pinpoint the origin of gunfire and the trajectory of bullets from measuring the wave propagation of supersonic projectiles, and can not actively listen in on conversations going on inside homes. Many conspiracy theory websites point to an obscure paper delivered in 2001 by physicist Nicholas Slade at a Federation of American Scientists symposium as the basis for overcoming noise floor barriers in metropolitan areas, a big hurdle for deploying current gunshot location systems in urban environments with tall buildings and much traffic. They claim that if Slade's theories are correct, it is possible to focus acoustic detection omnidirectionally, without installing microphones ubiquitously.
But skeptics scoff at Slade's so called "MATTER" theory, calling it pure bunk.
Lucius Fox, Chief Financial Officer of Wayne Enterprises, the corporation behind developing the "Brother One" Omnidirectional Gunfire Location System, had this to say:
"It's still in development. We probably wouldn't even have a fully deployed system in any city before 2017 at the earliest. This is simply a next generation of current GLS technology, one geared for detecting silenced weaponry. The Orwellian imagery of our project called 'Brother' is unfortunate, but people need to understand that this is a public safety and counter-terrorism tool. Contrary to the irrational fears of cranks, such a system of active eavesdropping could not possibly monitor conversations. The amount of memory needed for such a paranoid fantasy computer to monitor, filter, and flag all vocal communications that go on in a city even in a minute's time is far beyond current technology levels, even if we wanted to 'bug' an entire metropolitan area, which we don't. Not to mention the human resources needed to operate such a system. No, the OGLS would only direct extremely low frequency noise pressures associated with gunfire and bullets travelling faster than sound by measuring the bow shock of rapidly displaced air. It would track gunshots and silently fired sniper weapons, not conversations. It still needs work, but even the psychological deterrent of being able to route law enforcement to a shooter's location in real time would discourage...."
Nightmare waves his wand and the television disappears.
***You have what you need.***
Nightmare turns to Flashdance, and the redneck teleporter says "Say cheese, you jackwagon!" and teleports away in a blinding flash of light.
***The hard way it is then.***
Turning to Windchill and Elixir, Nightmare says...
***Mutants. Your fears are shared, and predictable. I shall toy with you a bit.***
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