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Erica took the quick, but stealthy approach to get to the stage. Well, as stealthy as snaking under every table in her path while her most basic motor functions were now up and running. The plan was simple. See if she could get under the stage quickly and undetected and strike from below while The Spoiler was distracted. With any luck, she'd have recovered most of her strength by then, but her internal diagnostic software wasn't giving too much hope of that. She had -some- of it back, but she remained uncertain that it would be enough.
This may prove difficult, Erica called over to Molly, who remained by the Recluse-a-like she originally targeted but started to edge around toward the side of the stage.
If all else fails, Erica, throw a damn table into his face! Molly answered, before she caught The Spoiler reacting to something above him. Actually, you may want to do that pretty soon. Hang fire until I give the word though! -
Quote:Maaaaaaaaaybe? (clicky)Originally Posted by Dante
There was? -
Worst I've seen happen to my chars, either through a backstory or inflicted on by another player was when Korny's Not-Unreal-Malcolm conspiracy theorist found out Molly ran part of Longstaff WarTech. Even then it was a "Whoops, gotta go!" moment and an isolated break-in at Longstaff towers.
I did have one of my mutant chars get her nose broken by a mundane once, but that was for the sake of a little comedy, and it wasn't because she was a mutant.
Quote:A new developer started it anew, if I remember correctly.Originally Posted by Ravenswing
And to answer the original question... no, none of my characters has had that kind of issue. If I wanted to play a Marvel mutant, I'd have played... oh, dang, they canned that MMO.
Still, as much as I'm starting to like the Marvel universe, it baffles me all to hell and makes me think X-Men should have been its own self-contained universe or something. Why the fear and hatred against mutants if you're not going to spit on the rest of superhumanity with it, huh? -
Quote:It looks like you've put 1978 where his birth month should be on the third #ifexpr: there.Originally Posted by Forse
Well it worked for Tam's page to make him 28 today, but Theo's page insists he's 31. But he was born 11 March 1978, making him 32. Or is my math bad at 00:30am?
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After much faffing about, I've finally sussed out a means to have your Character pages work out their age for you instead of leaving it until you remember every time.
At the very least until someone's brave enough make or nick a template to do it, like the one Wikipedia has, because I'm not feeling it yet. :\
Just stick the gobbledegook below in the Age field within your character box and replace the stuff in the rounded brackets, those brackets included, with their respective details.
All numbers.
Months are in a 2-digit format, so for January, instead of entering 1, you'd enter 01 instead.
That doesn't apply to days - if it's less than 10, make it 1-digit.
Full 4-digit year, thank you.
{{#ifexpr: {{CURRENTMONTH}} = (birthmonth) | {{#ifexpr: {{CURRENTDAY}} < (birthday) | {{#expr: {{CURRENTYEAR}} - 1 - (birthyear)}} | {{#expr: {{CURRENTYEAR}} - (birthyear)}} }} | {{#ifexpr: {{CURRENTMONTH}} < (birthmonth) | {{#expr: {{CURRENTYEAR}} - 1 - (birthyear)}} | {{#expr: {{CURRENTYEAR}} - (birthyear)}} }} }}
And yes, I am aware that this is about as elegant as a wet fart, but it works for now.
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Quote:Masha stepped out and took in the view for a moment, while Florian strolled up to join her.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The other door opens up on a deserted dock, a series of chains, would raise a tall metal gate, that would turn the dry dock in the warehouse into an indoor dock, for medium sized vessels.
Alright, Masha called over to base, now that the connection was more likely to be clear from her position. Requesting lock-down teams at my location and the Oceana embassy. Transmitting all recorded logs of the past few hours for forwarding to the necessary authorities. Let me worry about the written report a little later. -
Quote:One look out there once the shutter was up was enough to get Florian cursing in his native tongue.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
Opening the door would reveal...
That they were neither in Talos Island nor actually in Port Independence.
They tunnel had gone under the war walls, and led them to a warehouse in the district between Port Independence and Boomtown. The building backed onto the Estuary, the other warehouse door, no doubt actually opened out onto the docks, which would explain the sunken pit with dingy seawater in it, inside the building.
"What is it now?" Masha groaned from the booth.
"We're both wide of the mark, it seems." Florian yelled back, prompting Masha to storm over to her partner to see what he was on about. Upon seeing, Masha simply pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I hate it when we're both wrong." They both muttered in unison.
"Ack, let's see what's behind door number two, shall we?" Florian then added.
"Way ahead of you." Masha yelled over, already headed to the larger shutter. "Then we can call the chief, right?"
"Right." her partner confirmed. "Then... I'm buying you that dinner when this dump's finally locked down." -
Quote:With the guard out for the count, Florian turned his attention to Masha, who didn't seem the least bit amused.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
With the man unconscious the warehouse is silent, aside from the adverts playing on the TV, and the dull sound of waves from outside.
"The rate you were going, you'd have killed him before you were even done with Question Time."
Masha remained silent in her seat, leaving her partner to glance about the place, at the two shutters in particular. Before placing her face into her palms.
"I'm sorry... I..." Masha was soon bordering on a sobbing fit, leaving Florian to draw his own attention to the smaller shutter once more.
"Hey, you know what?" the German piped up as he approached the shutter. "Ten bucks says we're in Indy, what do you say?"
Masha looked up ahead of her, tears still streaming down her eyes, then at Florian as he casually strolled away.
"Are you kidding me, Florian?" Masha snarled, somewhat bemused at his reaction. "I'm losing it here and you're making bets?"
"Of course!" Florian answered back with a smirk. "Ten bucks that we're still in Indy."
"I'm dating a moron..." Masha sighed. "You hear that? You're an idiot! Fine! Ten dollars that it's Talos, and you know what? You owe me a dinner at that fancy restaurant there if I'm right, you hear?"
"Fine by me! Now let's see what's behind door number one, shall we?" -
Quote:"I thank you for your co-operation." Florian grinned, before dealing a swift knockout blow to the man. "And don't call me a cape again."Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
"O... Oceana their ambassador made a deal with us, gold and uncut diamonds in exchange for helping them get people out of the country"
"She said they were having problems with heroes, that you capes were trying to stick something on her."
The man shook his head
"She played straight with us though" -
Quote:Masha responded by shaking the man, so that his head bounced a little off the surface behind him.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The people down stairs, we werent holding them. They wanted to be there. The man held one of his hands over his groin.
We just gave them a place to stay, until they left the country!
"I don't belie-"
"MASHA!" Florian snapped, planting his free hand firmly on her shoulder while keeping his own charged fist pointed right at the man. "That's enough! Take a damn seat while I finish this!"
"But... but..." Masha stammered, stepping back and slumping into the chair previously occupied by their little 'friend'. Eventually, she shook her head rapidly for a moment. "Y-you're not buying his bull, are you?"
"Far from it." Florian answered. Soon after, he grabbed the man's collar with both hands and pressed him against the wall once more. Only not as harshly as Masha. "Alright, buddy, so the girls came here willingly, huh? Where are they headed if they're leaving the country, then?"
Florian glanced back at Masha for a split second before returning his attention back to the man. The Russian merely glared at Florian with some degree of mistrust. What has gotten into her, Florian wondered?
"You may wish to answer truthfully, lest I return you to eternal suffering courtesy of my partner here." -
Quote:"What things?" Masha snarled, her own fist glowing as the nanomachines in her hand got to work reinforcing any punch she may throw at him.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
"Things by boat, things come in and go out from here" he squeaks out
"Masha," Florian warned. "Take it easy..."
"Let me work, Florian!" Masha barked, still keeping her eyes fixed on the man. "What exactly are these things, why have you been holding kids down in the basement and what's the connection between the two?" -
Quote:"THAT..." Masha barked as she brought a knee to the man's groin sharply, but still pressing him against the wall to hinder any keeling over. "...can be arranged. Now, the truth, if you please. What is the purpose of this... warehouse. The -true- purpose."Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The greasy man went for the cocky approach.
“It’s a warehouse durrr, where did you think you were Icon?”
He struggles in the hold.
“Crazy capes, coulda frigging killed me!” -
Quote:"Answer us a few questions, and we will." Florian answered, his charged glove still centred on the man, before getting a whiff of his odour. "For all of our sakes, you might want to answer quickly and correctly, got it?"Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The man let loose a sudden cry, it was probably an expletive but it game out more a surprised half choked noise, than anything of sense.
Awwwghh git off me, I aint done nuttin!
Up close the man was quite unpleasant, his hair greasy and slicked back, and a generally
dirty smell about him, clearly his laundry wasnt fresh on, and he was several hours at least over due for a shower.
"Starting with what the hell this place is." Masha quickly added. -
Quote:Florian and Masha looked at each other, and simply nodded. This situation was a no brainer. Masha was the first in, taking the opportunity to use the less superpowered approach by grabbing him by his collar while he was still coughing up his food, hauling him out of his chair and pinning him to the nearest clear wall. Florian, meanwhile, kept close behind, keeping his hand trained on the guy in case he managed to cut himself loose.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The man inside the room, could be seen through several windows, luckily his attention was turned towards the TV screen in front of him, as he watches the TV he shovels Chinese food into his mouth.
Of course trying to eat while laughing is a bad idea, and he begins to choke, bent double in his chair as he coughs up a stray bit of sweet and sour. -
Quote:The two agents cautiously stepped out of the elevator and looked around in opposite directions to one another, each ready to blast any immediate threat they came across. They soon gave each other the all clear and relaxed.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The elevator doors closed, and with a loud clunk then a rumble it began to ascend, after thirty maybe forty seconds it stopped, a clunk again as the brakes were put on. The G light went off and the B light went on, the doors slid open to reveal a large open room, filled with the smell of salt water. At one end of the room a large metal shutter makes up most of the room, the rest of the walls are made up of red brick work, a smaller metal shutter is part of the opposite wall, next to this is a small shack like office, from inside the sounds of an unidentified cable sitcom plays, along with the laugh track there is the occasional loud guffaw.
"The hell is with this place?" Masha muttered, looking around and taking in the stench.
"I wish I knew." Florian answered as his attention was soon drawn to the strange sounds coming from the office ahead of him. "But I think this time we have a chance to find out."
Masha looked behind her, and then in the same direction her partner was staring once she noticed.
"Well, let's try -not- borderline killing whoever's there." the Russian suggested. "Crank down those gloves some."
Florian complied and the glow surrounding his gloves dimmed significantly. The agents then pressed on, quietly rushing over to the office, armed and ready, pressing themselves against the walls and peeking over the nearest available entry point in the hopes of not being spotted before they can act. -
Quote:Florian, irritated at such an odd setup - after all, he has yet to see an elevator that doesn't light up the button of the floor it's already on - promptly punches the G button instead.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
Pressing the B button appears to do nothing, pressing it once the doors close, opens the doors.
"Something wrong?" Masha asked, worried about the sudden thump that caught her ears.
"Nothing," Florian answered. "This thing was built by an idiot, it seems." -
Quote:Both Florian and Masha peeked inside the open elevator, letting out a sigh of relief in unison when it turned out nobody was there. The two agents then entered the lift, Masha resting against the cleanest available spot on its walls while Florian harshly pressed the unlit B button and awaited a reaction from the lift.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The elevator was clearly a freight elevator, it was easy to tell, what with the size that could easily accommodate eight people and of course the little sign that said Freight Elevator, the stainless steel interior was a little mucky, hand prints here and there, and a few scuff marks from peoples shoes.
It only had two buttons for selecting floors, one with a glowing G on it, the other with the letter B on it, this one however was not lit.
"That's strange." Florian muttered. "You'd think we were already below ground level by now. Meh. So, what did you find before your little... battle."
"Well," Masha answered, pinching the bridge of her nose as she sank to the floor. Florian got the feeling she wasn't recovering as fast as she expected. "Not much. The only thing of note upstairs was half a desk and computer. They looked like they'd been melted somehow, but I couldn't tell how. Down here, you know about the tunnel already, but that room back there... I only managed to look in a couple of footlockers, but...it looks like whatever they're doing here, they're taking on homeless children."
"Hrm..." Florian grunted. "We'd better get our butts to the bottom of this quick, then. You sure you're okay?"
"I've felt better, but I've felt far worse. I'll be alright." -
Quote:After carefully approaching the floored goon and inspecting the 'damage', Florian simply... tutted.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
Ffffffffuuuuuu... the mans long swear was cut off as the blast caught him.
After some considerable rolling, he ends up in a tangled limb pile just in front of his destination. While he is still breathing, hes unconscious, and given the teeth surrounding his fall, he wouldnt be talking that much sense if woken up, in one hand hes carrying an I.D card, the elevator that he seemed to be running towards, has a card scanner.
"Crud." he muttered to himself. "Still need to get used to these damned adjustments. Well! No use crying over spilled blood."
The agent wasn't going to take any chances by simply leaving him there. Once he'd relieved him of his keycard, set then proceeded to remove the man's suit, using it to bound and gag him as tightly as the clothes would allow. The chances of him waking up and sounding the alarm were too great otherwise, even if his limbs were busted and his teeth freed from his mouth.
Florian then looked at the keycard, then looked at the most likely place to use it: the elevator. Closer inspection revealed the scanner, which was just asking for him to swipe the card through. And then duck to the side in wait of whoever might just be in the blasted thing at the time.
Masha? Masha, can you hear me? Florian called out to the fallen agent over a secure connection.
You're a little fuzzy, but yeah. Masha answered.
While I remember, care to fill me in on what you've found so far?
"I'll fill you in while we're in that lift." Masha called over, this time using her mouth as she limped over. Florian immediately raised his mask out of frustration with his stubborn partner.
"Oh for!" the German grunted. "I told you to get out of here!"
"I'm fine!"
"You're a liability!"
"I won't be once we're past this lift, okay?"
Florian remained silent for a moment. There was no use arguing this, he thought. Masha wasn't one to retreat on a little bump on the head, even if the bump was likely to have caused severe brain damage.
"Fine! Just... wait over there!" Florian finally answered, pointing to the other side of the elevator door, which Masha subsequently limped to. "Let's see what's behind door number one, huh?" -
Quote:Immediately upon seeing the scrawny goon, Florian unleashed the fury by way of a single energy blast aimed straight for the coward's back. At the very least, he hoped, it would knock him down and shut him up, though if he managed to somehow maintain consiousness after the strike, that opened up a handy little interrogation opportunity. The important thing was, however, taking him down before the alarm was sounded, which Florian found himself hellbent on doing.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The man for indeed a man it was, a skinny man dressed like a hard man, but clearly lacking the bulk to carry it off, too one look at Florian as they both rounded a corner. He nearly fell over in surprise, scrambling low against the floor as he turned and began to run back the way he had come
Awwwww sh.... -
Quote:Molly Longstaff looked down upon the massing crowds of protesters from the top floor of the tower that housed all of the Rhode Island division's labs, a pristine pink mug of coffee in hand. The fact that this never happened sooner baffled her, as she was taught to expect any amount of resistance from the public to setting up shop in the area, but then again, not many would have dared venture this far from the city limits before now, would they?Originally Posted by Ravenswing
The crowds outside Crey, Huntington and Longstaff facilities have now grown to sizeable proportions. There are placards. A rumour is circulating that a Crey riot squad attacked a group of protestors and that deaths were involved.
"Alright, Lily," Molly turned to face the chief of the Stiletto division, Crash Ledford, who bore the look of outright dread at whatever was coming. "You're in charge of the investigation on where our stuff's going. Work with the PPD. Full co-operation, like I promised them, until futher notice, you hear?"
"Until further notice, Boss?" the chief answered with a sigh. "Lemme guess..."
"Don't. Please." Molly cut in, before taking a sip from her coffee. "Just focus on finding out if any of our toys have gotten into the wrong hands, and who put them there. Once we've figured that out, you'll have a fresh set of orders by then, okay?"
"Yes, Boss." Crash sighed. "What about the protesters?"
Molly glanced outside once more, then smiled back at Crash.
"Call for a stage 1 lockdown for now, I think. This is nothing compared the beatings this place has seen before."
"Understood, Boss." Crash answered, reaching a hand to the back of her neck. "Is that it?"
"Yep." Molly smiled. "Off you go!"
The chief sighed again as she turned to the door, giving the order for a level 1 lockdown over the tower's channel.
Call for a level 1 lockdown. Raise shutters to the first few floors and all underground access routes until further notice. All employees to be given port tags to the building until further notice. Those absent today are to have their tags delivered to their homes. Use a few dropships and plant some cars about the city to make the deliveries.
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Quote:"Looks like you did a real number on hi- he's got friends."Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The man was out like a light, laying in a puddle of his own drool, while the impact didnt look fatal, hed have a bump like a chickens egg when he wakes up. When studied itd be clear that he was dressed in the style of the mafia like gang The Family, though the cut and material of his suit made him either a low ranking member, or an impersonator.
Footsteps echoed through the open door, someone was coming from deeper within the building, heading towards the door that the unconscious man lay next too.
Nicky! Hey Nicky! Nick-eeeey! a voice kept calling, in a slightly annoying manner, getting louder with each call.
A sharp nod brought the mask of Florian's battlesuit down over his face, its display doing its best to work out how far the footsteps were, and how much time he had to get Masha either to safety, or back in fighting shape. The former being the more preferable.
"Masha," the German called out to his floored colleague as he tossed a small object, like a tiny syringe without a needle or even anywhere to attach one. "If you can get to your feet, get your cute little butt back up there."
"Wait a se- aiiee!" Masha yelped when the object bounced off her head. "For goodness sake!"
"Stop whining and get up there!"
Masha reluctantly took the object, slowly and painfully moving her arms to press the narrow end against her wrist. In the mean time, Florian dashed off toward the footsteps, charging up his gloves to strike whatever was coming as soon as he saw it. -
My thoughts exactly.
Might have also done with going into the Forum Games section too. :\ -
Quote:Masha didn't quite get to witness the fall of her opponent before one of the beds struck her and everything went black. When she finally came to, she found the face of a rather bemused German with an eyepatch looking down at her.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The man managed to hurl a few of the bunk beds towards Mashup, before he was propelled backwards by the sonic wave, he hits the wall and slumps, sunglasses falling crooked to show his eyes rolling back, before he topples forwards falling to the floor face first.
"You're..." Masha groaned. "You're late, Florian."
"And you're in pretty crappy shape." the Stiletto agent known as Sky Stormer responded, with a hint of concern in his voice. "Just lay still and let the booster I just injected work its magic, alright?"
"But..."
"No buts, Masha! You almost got yourself killed just now."
Masha let out a frustrated sigh as Florian hopped to his feet to haul one last set of beds pinning the Russian's feet down. Once that was out of the way, his next order of business... was to check on the white-suited goon across the room. Was he still alive or what?
"Florian!" Masha tried to yell, unable to see him from her current position. "How long was I... ow."
"I don't know." Florian answered, stepping over the toppled beds to reach the floored man. "I was about three minutes from the door when I started to pick up your vitals, then everything flatlined. You decked this guy?"
"Yeah... why do you... ugh... why do you ask?" -
Quote:Masha glanced around in a slightly panicked manner, before returning her attention back to the man ahead of her. She was in deep if her partner didn't get here fast.Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
The bald headed man pushed forward with his right hand, a show of force, rattling the beds towards Mashup, closing his hand the beds behind Mashup trembled towards her, scrapping and dragging across the floor.
"You better surrender doll, you're trespassing on family property!" he shouted, as the beds began to levitate in a sinister manner..
At this point, her only option seemed to put up a fight.
A damned good one.
"I'm sorry," Masha calmly announced to the man, smirking as she peered over her glasses, her voice distorting into a sound not unlike that of a robot as the nanomachines in her body got to work on her vocal chords. "But where I work, surrender is not an..."
"...OOOOOPTIOOOOOOOON!!"
((Gogo Gadget Sonic Blast to the face!)) -
Quote:*beep!*Originally Posted by CactusBrawler
Inside the first locker lay neatly folded women's clothing, the type popular with the "indy" crowd of teenagers, a purse with a high school library card, the name on it is "Jeanne M. Jackson", a quick search for the name on databases will reveal that's she's sixteen and reported as a run away.
The next foot locker is full of discarded, stinking clothes, soiled with food, and other substances, it appears to be unisex in nature, apart from a tattered pink bobble hat.
As the third locker is opened however the door opens, and a man in a cheap white suit walks in, he's wearing sunglasses even though he's indoors and the artificial lights glint off of his bald head.
He gives an obvious almost comedic double take as he spot's mash up.
"Hey, what's youse doing here? This is private property!"
Let's see... looks like a bunch of girl's clothes... hmm, hang on. There a purse here... there's a card in it... Jeanne M. Jackson?
Blast it, I can't get a signal down here! Wait, what if I?
*beep!*
*beep!*
Yes! It worked! Sometimes I amaze myself, but anyway. Hmm, if local databases are even remotely reliable... this stuff belongs to a 16-year-old girl who's currently flagged as missing. Question is, how did she end up here, and... why? Just what on earth is going down here?
...Oh, hell! That just reeks! The next footlocker's contents are in far worse condition, like whoever owns them was hauled out of the sewer network or something! Ugh! *slam!* Sorry, that's as far as I go with that one, before I need to find a toilet to make out with. Ugh. Aside from the stench, all I could see that was worth of note was a pink hat. Florian's going to have to lend me his battlesuit if anyone expects me to investigate that one further.
Onto the next one, let's see... what the? Dammit!
Upon being spotted, Masha looked at the man somewhat cautiously, peering at him over her own glasses as she slowly backed away toward the door she originally entered, ready to make a run for it.
"I would think," she yelled over to the man, taking slow steps back away from him, "That you would do well to explain what this place is, and what its precise purpose is!"