Bradders

Two words... sore boobs

Lovely work DB, your style is fabulous!

Graver.... *zombiereaches*

Wow.

*PM's*

The Teen Squadron one is absoloutely wonderful!

If you feel like giving Clobber-Girl or Noisemaze a neat-oh logo that would be aces. Noisemaze has a monthly comic about his adventures if that helps you with inspiration. Links to pics in my sig

What happens if you've cancelled and re-opened your account?

I had to do that to change Credit Cards, very annoying.

*EDIT* Just checked, total time subscribed is correct and awesome! Now, where are my delicious rewards?

Verily it be rad, sire!

Bayani = the win, and so do you.

Wonderful, I think thats my favourite peice of yours so far.

I haven't done this in the longest time, but;

*swoons*

((Wow... Roy, Maggie, that was freaking wonderful. I need to start getting out of bed early again. With the summer cooling off it's totally possible. I miss hanging with you guys *so* much ))

Wow. Wow. Wasn't really ever expecting to read that. But good luck on Tabula Rasa, I hope they treat you nice there, but they'll never love you like we do.

Thanks for looking after us all this time.

Go Woot!

Liefield is infamous and therefor disqualified.

I <3 Woot!

Generally the only OOC chat, in my limited experience, is global chat.

Tells are RP'd as telepathy, phonecalls (when not on the same team) and other such things. SG chat is IC as is Coalition chat. So... yeah, any of those mediums where I'm not IC I use the (()).

As for your bio, do with it as you please. It's pretty easy to distinguish what a character should and shouldn't know and what is there for me OOC'ly to enjoy or take note of.

It's a place where heroes and villains can meet without violence all wrapped up in the form of an interdimensional night club.

Some love it. Some hate it, but your mileage may vary.

There are pockets of RP on every server, I just beleive Virtue is simply "out of the closet" where RP is concerned.

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- what bugs me most: once you've missed out on a hidden contact, that was it.

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That's the worst thing about it for me...

((And here I was, thinking it was over. I plan to write my epilogue this weekend where, if you weren't involved, you'll learn the fate of Vicegrip...))

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((but what about vice?))

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*slaps forehead*

((Hey, you know, if you feel like it... *waggles eyebrows*...))

((Ugh, sorry the ending really sucks...)) Tera opened her eyes slowly and looked around. She was still in the same dark, dank room she was in when Vicegrip had hit her some time ago. How much time had passed? The pain hit her suddenly. Her face throbbed and her body ached. Then she remembered the explosion of agonising pain when Vicegrip had got too close. She coughed and tasted blood in her mouth.

“You're awake? Are you in any pain?” a familiar voice asked.

She looked round as best she could, being strapped to a table, to see the Bishop of Battle standing in the corner of the room. He'd been one of the Bounty Hunters who tried to take her in days before. What was he doing here?

“No.. I'm fine.” she was lying, she was in a lot of pain, but she didn't want him to know that.

“I'd like to get you back to my facility on Sharkshead... I could treat your wounds better there.”

“Where's Vicegrip... why are you here?” she managed to spit out the entire sentence before coughing again.

“She went out, for Medical Supplies. She brought me here to treat your wounds. She's been gone quite a while, I should really move you, it would be for the best.”

The Bishop had seemed cold in Bloody Bay, no pushover in combat as she'd barely escaped from him and his stalker friend, this time he was different. Warmer, more caring, concerned about her well being. It sudenly came to her... it was Bob. The guy from the Pocket D who had been staring at her. The guy she thought was a friend. The guy she never would have thought to be someone who'd hunted her earlier the day she was captured. He was kind and seemed to care. She thought it was all a scam to trick her, but apparently not. She felt stupid for not realising sooner.

“Please... let me go, I just want to go home.” she pleaded.

“I can't... not until your condition is more stable.” he replied solemnly.

She coughed again, causing the Bishop to rush to her side and administer another dose of healing radiaition. The room was bathed in a gentle green light as arcs of green energy erupted out of Tera's body, alleviating some of the pain.

“Please... Bob.” she asked again, he visibly flinched at the mention of his alter ego.

“I can't, you need proper medical attention, I can't give that to you here. I should really move you, she's been gone too long. I don't know if I should wait any longer.”

“I would feel better if I was at home, let me go... please, Bob.”

“No... I need to check you over properly, I can only do so much without my equipment.” his tone was almost desperate “She's been gone too long, I'm going to move you.”

“Can you at least untie me, Bob?” she coughed before she could finish what she wanted to say.

“No..” he replied quickly, moving away from the table Clobber-Girl was strapped to “..but I can unstrap you, unfortunately I'll have to carry you, and I'll need to disguise you. Who knows who's out there looking for you.”

Tera coughed, shaking her head, fighting the urge to rest, to fall asleep, succumbing to the pain from the strange energy emission when Vicegrip and herself touched earlier.

“Bob, you can trust me, I... trust you, so you should trust me.” as she said it she knew she wasn't fooling him, but she went ahead with it anyway.

“No.” he replied firmly before returning with several blankets “I'll wrap you in these, nobody should be able to tell, unless of course they get close enough.”

Tera glared at him for a moment before closing her eyes, her mind desperately racing for a way to get out and back home. She opened her eyes and looked down at herself. Since she'd been unconscious she'd reverted from her mysterious white armoured, blonde, form to her normal self. Immediately the plan formed in her head.

“Bob” she was willing to give it one last try “Please, I just want to go home... let me go” yet again she ended the sentence in a fit of coughing.

The Bishop ran over an applied another dose of healing radiation.

“No, I can't, I'm sorry.”

“Screw this...” Tera looked at her belt and prayed “EVA? Are you with me?”

A second passed before the Jewel on her belt lit up.

“Yes Miss Tera, I am online and all systems are fully functional”

“Good! EVA Activate Armour: Hazard Configuration!”

The light on Teras belt, EVA (Environment Varible Armour), lit up again as millions of nano-bots shifted shape into a sealed suit of armour, the change in volume breaking the straps holding her down. She jumped off the table on to her feet, barely able to stand even with her armour supporting her, fighting against the wishes of her legs, remaining upright, but only barely.

“Now” she said, trying her best not to sound in pain “Are you going to let me walk out of here, or am I going to put you down?”

The Bishop looked at her for a moment, clearly weighing up his options, she'd bested him in Bloody Bay a few days earlier, but surely in her weakened state he could take her?

“No, no need for that, though I do wish that you would at least let me take you to my facility to check you're okay, then...”

“NO!” she interrupted, shaking inside the Armour slightly “I'm going home... “ she trailed off, too weak to continue.

“Very well... you'd best disguise yourself with these then.” the Bishop stepped forward and offered her the blankets.

She took them, wrapping them round her armoured form until all that could be seen of it were her red boots, sticking out at the bottom. She turned to leave and paused.

“Thank you, Bob. For not making this any more diffi...” she erupted into a fit of coughing before the sentence could be finished. The Bishop rushed forward, dosing her with healing radiation yet again.

“You really should come and let me treat you at my facility...”

“Bob, I just want to go home”

Sternly, he nodded and moved past her and shoved the heavy metal door aside. He gestured to it.

“Well, it's a long way back to Paragon, Tera, you should get going.”

She moved to the doorway, peering out. Nobody was outside. She turned to the Bishop.

“Thanks...”

She gave him a brief hug before taking her first step outside, her first free step. She stood outside, and looked at the sky. It was overcast. She hoped the Sun would find a way to poke through as she took several shaky steps forward before taking off into the grey skies.
As she gained altitude she couldn't help but think about home. About Courtney who she'd missed so much while being held captive. About Roy, how was he holding up? About Noisemaze, she'd missed their lunch appointment due to this fiasco, she'd have to make it up to him sometime. She allowed herself to smile for the first time since she was captured. It felt good. Finally to be going home, she was free at last.


She suddenly plummeted out of the sky and landed, hard, on a pile of rubble with a loud clang. She raised her head and looked back to see she'd only gotten, probably, 200 yards from where she took off from before she passed out. Getting home was going to be harder than she thought.

((*bumps* so I don't forget to write up the penultimate part, and so it doesn't vanish during maintenance tomorrow morning. *dances*))

((I would shake my fist at both you and Ann, but I'm gonna be honest and say you got me out of the terrible corner I painted myself in to, and for that I am eternally grateful))

((For anyone who gives a care, Tera is now free... I'm currently typing up half of the details of her liberation from the Isles, with the second half being done by somebody else ^_^

Apologies as real life is a pain in the butt and keeping me from actually getting it all down and done. It *is* coming though, bringing and end to this story.

Thanks again to everyone who took time to get involved, without you guys, it would have just been me... so, er, thanks ^_^))

((More rambling from Noisemaze))

I'd been following dead leads all day. The Pocket D had a stranger than normal atmosphere and it hung in the air like a bad smell. Everyone was on edge. I wondered if was just me? My investigation was going nowhere, maybe I was just being paranoid. No, paranoid's not my style. Not anymore at least.

I bounced around from person to person, nobody knew anything. Just my luck. How much time was I wasting here? Could I be doing something else? Getting better results some other way? I was about to give in to my own questions when she breezed in like sunshine through clouds in summer. The group I was talking to when she came in must have known her, when she called my name their tone changed. Just like those clouds on that summers day, angry at being defeated by the Suns sheer force of will, cowering under it's brillance.

Dragonberry came over to uneasy looks from everyone but me. Under my helmet I was smiling, I knew she'd come with news. She didn't tell me immediately, but I knew from the moment I basked in her glow that tonight wasn't a waste of time. Oblivious to her effect on the others she told me that she'd taken on and beaten that piece of slime Rakescar and that he'd talked. Of course he had. Guys like him liked to talk. She'd scribbled down a number and handed it to me, she said it might be what I was looking for. I thanked her. I wanted to say more but she had to go. Before she did she made me promise to take her to lunch sometime. Of course I would. She'd been the one thing leeping me positive these past few days, it was the least I could do to thank her. I made a note of her number and she went on her way. Soon after she left the crowd vanished into the Pocket D leaving me with my thoughts.

Seemed my thoughts wanted to walk, I found myself standing next to a dame I'd met before. Miss Kindly was always talking in riddles, but they somehow always made sense, even if I didn't have the answers. Her voice was soothing, so much so it made it hard to think straight sometimes. We made smalltalk for a while before she started getting serious. What are the Other Guys doing to help? I couldn't answer. Were they doing enough? I told her I didn't know, all I know is what I was doing. She told me she saw HEROID, drunk, being propped up by a couple of his friends. I started feeling uncomfortable, since she went missing I'd been working night and day to get that one solid scrap that would lead us to her. Was it my fault it didn't turn up? Miss Kindly told me that I could be doing too much. Maybe I was.
The music was so loud, it echoed in my Helmet. I couldn't think. I needed to think and I couldn't do it here. There was too much going on. Too much, too loudly. She spoke as I turned to leave. Would I be there at the end? Or would I be watching from the sidelines while everyone else took center stage? No. This wasn't the time, Teras life was at stake and I had a lead to follow. I said nothing and left, leaving her to watch over the Pocket D like it was her science experiment. Maybe I was just a part of it, now wasn't te time to wonder. I had work to do.

((awesome and intriguing... ))