Crazy_Dragon

I've only had one negative rep so far, which read "like you?", and that was for a post in the "Comment on the avatar above you" thread.

WTS sense of humour and a Shift key. That is all. >_>

That's better.

Next issue, and I'm not sure if it's just my display or not, but it'd probably help a little more if you screenied your char against a lighter background. The costume editor backdrop's making me squint a little hard at it, and I've only just managed to shift a stubborn headache, so not good getting it back. :|

A random wall in Atlas should do the trick. Just a suggestion though.

((Life, the universe and everything got in the way. :\))

"Hello?" Richie uttered into his phone after a long wait. "Molly? It's Richie. No. You've owned me at DDR enough times already. Aye, whatever. Look, you got owt that can fix brain damage... preferably something that wasn't blown up in a recent attack, like? Aye. Aye. Aye. Get to the point, could you? Cheers, you're a star. Uh... do whales count as 'Someones'?"

At that, Richie quickly cringed as he abruptly pulled the phone away from his ear for a brief moment, returning it there shortly after.

"Thanks... if I wasn't deaf before, I probably am now."

It looks like they cut out some of them.

Now I'm having to remember all the sit emotes properly.

So far, I've just completely redone the costume for my Tech Storm/En Defender, Sky Stormer.

Replaced the clunky blue sub-Iron Man powersuit with a more spandexy outfit, slapping on the Rubber glove and boot pieces, along with the Death Mask and one of the new Rebreathers, and adding the laser eyes combat aura from the cyborg pack. Mostly two different shades of blue all over, with green eyes on the Death Mask and aura.

In-character excuse: his clunky powersuit got miniaturised by a teenage genius. o.O

I tried it once. Well, I TPed. Basically, once you hit the PI map's edge, it zones you back to Talos instead of smacking you in the face with a forcefield like Striga does.

A bit "Hmm, neat" on the first go, but to be honest it isn't all too special afterward.

Richie kept his distance, a hand in one jacket pocket, and a can of some dirt-cheap brand cola in the other, something he had pulled from Thin Air after chucking the megaphone back in. Watching the bickering, he quietly muttered to himself, before pulling his mobile out.

"Well, unless someone's got a better idea, I think I could give someone I reckon -might- be able to a bell." He piped up in response to Acid. "Can't guarantee owt, mind."

None of those options are completely ideal for most people, though.

Some users don't mind sigs but they would just rather see text-only ones instead of image sigs, though some of those users don't mind seeing images within posts. Factors that aren't covered by those options satisfactoryly.

((Ack! Trying! To! Keep! Up! *bops Mech!*))

Erica the Butler hummed a random tune in a somewhat cheerful manner as she made her way around the sewers in search of Molly's drones, her two nanotech blades clinking with every brisk step she made.

Eventually, she found one. Or more disappointingly, all of them, staggering all over the place in what appeared to be a blind panic about something. All of them were screaming too, in a manner of speaking. Ironically, one of them was trying to perform it's own rendition of the theme from Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Inconvenient... the machine servant thought to herself with a raised brow, before crouching down to pick on of the panicked drones up. Looking the drone in the eye, Erica established an IR connection with it.

Now... what's scaring you, now?

*****

Molly finished up taking all the readings she could from the portal, and stormed over to the thing to offer her help, hauling her rifle - as pink as her nanotech suit - from her back. The rifle gave off a whine as she grabbed, as if "telling the world" it was gearing up for a fight.

"You lot are with the good guys, right?" Molly giggled as she slammed one of several clips into her weapon of choice.

Molly charged around the corner as she followed the drone to the PPD Station bomb, only to slip and fall on her behind when she finally caught sight of the portal.

"Oh, you -have- to be..." she piped up as she picked herself back up onto her feet. The drone itself started to make a somewhat repetitive "Uh-oh" sound a few times itself.

"Go help find the other bombs." Molly uttered to the drone. "And hurry."

The drone attempted to salute before learning the hard way that it couldn't stay balance on three legs for very long. It then decided instead to simply not and scuttle off. Molly herself decided to deal with the open portal itself. Quite how she was going to acheive that was anyone's guess, even hers, but she couldn't just leave it alone, the least she should do was get a few scans of this monster. Hooray for her augmentations, Molly thought to herself, getting all the data she could from the portal with her nanotech-enhanced eyes.

Erica. Get your swords, get down here, because this is gonna take a few extra hands on deck. And get one of the labs to make with a means to sew this portal up. I'm forwarding everything I'm picking up off this thing.

Yes, Miss, the robot butler responded. Right away.

Richie looked behind him, only to find Psysan on top of the whale. Then facepalmed. Soon after, he raised the megaphone in his hands to his mouth.

"I TAKE IT YOU'RE ALRIGHT, THEN."

((Tak' it canny... >.>))

One and a half hours earlier...

The strange metallic spherical object in front of Molly let out a small hiss before suddenly snapping open into a strange quadruped form, each of its four sides forming a leg each and small cylindrical head looking up at the teen genius. Molly giggled when it gave out a synthetic "Coo-eee!" sound, as if saying hello.

"You know the drill, okay?" Molly asked the tiny drone, barely the height of The Pink One's knee, and watched it nod rapidy to confirm. "Okay, off you go!"

The drone immediately scuttled off into the sewer entrance, chirping what sounded like Hot Butter's "Popcorn" as is disappeared into its depths. Molly then turned her attention to the remaining five spheres behind her.

Now...

"Oh great," Molly muttered to herself as she was stopped dead in her tracks by the news of Mechano's latest message, ignoring the rat that way trying - and failing miserably - to gnaw away at her boot as she send out a message to her drones. "He's gonna play -this- little card now, is he?"

I need Drone A to get whatever passes for its rear end to the co-ordinates matching King's Row PPD Station NOW!

Richie merely sat on the beach sands, looking to the one that he figured had just shifted his monster headache and giving a thumbs up along with a "Cheers, you're a star."

His next subject of his attention... frankly, he didn't want to know anymore. He'd already been smacked in the face by a psychotic psychic whale completely unprovoked in his opinion, misjudged teleporting to said whale and back and having his head violated. The least he could bring himself to do was go see is Psysan, who he thought he spotted along the way, was okay.

So, he calmly dragged himself to his feet and walked off to find her, in the process pulling out a megaphone out of Thin Air. He had a feeling he'd be needing it soon.

Boing Ball.

"Oh for- OOFT!" Richie grunted upon landing face first in the sand. Just before the whale submerged proper, he had teleported away just in the nick of time, but not without the minor farce of trying to pull his swords out from the monster. Pulling Silver out was a cakewalk, but Gold on the other hand refused to budge without having to give it a good kick in the hilt. Still, at least he escaped with only soaked trainers and sand in his face.

Richie lifted his head up immediately and spat out some sand that had crept into his mouth before looking for the whale, seeing no sign of it at all other than the heroes circling what he assumed to be its position... and some maniac charging down at it with a lightsaber.

Well, Moby's proper shaft- he thought to himself, before being rudely interrupted...

"Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-AI-AI-AI-AI-OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!" Richie clutched his head when the psychic wave hit, almost shoving his face back into the sand again. When the wave passed Richie simply groaned.

"Ugh... That's gonna take a truckload of painkillers to shift..."

The word filter is just taking the Michael. There's just no need whatsoever to censor the word for a stupid person, honestly.

(I'll give you a hint. Begins with Id, ends with iot. Overboard, along with any other sub-U-rated terms that might have added to that list in the switchover. >.>)

Richie lowered his sword and let out a groan as he watched the robot-thingy attack the floaty-whale-thingy. It was pretty much safe to say that if someone or something decided to go on the warpath against civilisation in general like the floaty-whale-thing was right now... simple threats just won't cut it anymore. Why Richie had even bothered shouting his head off at all was anyone's guess, even his.

Nevertheless, there was some harpooning to be done, and he seemed to be the only one about with a couple of decent 'harpoons' on him. Richie kept his sight fixed on the whale while he straightened his jacket then tightened his grip on his swords.

Let's see if I can get this bang on, then.

Richie closed his eyes and focussed for a minute at the most. Over the course of that minute a dark cloud much like the one that formed around his hand earlier amassed around the hero, engulfing him to the point that anyone watching couldn't even tell he was dressed worse than 1970s John Travolta. Just a few spells to protect himself both physically as well as mentally. He hoped.

Ready for action, the Durham lad charged forward, disappearing only a few steps into his run.

"One."

Richie found himself hovering several feet above the beach. Not far enough, but he knew that already. He had to teleport a couple more times if he wanted any chance of landing on that monster.

"Two."

Now he was above the sea. Uh, now would have been a good time for a third jump...

"Th- Aw, you've got to be..." Richie looked down after his third teleport. For once, he was in the right spot - right above the whale. The problem -was-, he was several feet above it. A few too many feet, and the spell's handy after effect was packing in right about... now.

"FREEEEEEE WIIILLLLLLLYYYYY!!!" The numbskull screamed as he dropped down toward the freak below, readying his swords for a downward strike as quickly as he could. This was bound to hurt, but if it worked... it would have been totally worth it.

Molly Longstaff's apartment, Galaxy City.

Molly stared at the HDTV deep in thought, gently tapping the remote against her crossed arms.

Erica.

Yes, Miss? The monotone yet cheery voice of Erica, Molly's ever-reliable robot butler answered the young genius' thoughts. Normally, she could be seen pottering on keeping the apartment in its best possible condition without complaint. However, she was long overdue a scheduled maintenance, and since Molly landed herself with a busy schedule, had been sent to Longstaff WarTech Rhode Island for the necessary checks and repairs.

What's the progress on those new drones on the 8th floor?

I'll ask right now, Miss.

Molly smiled as she tapped the Standby button on the remote and tossed in on the sofa. The TV let out a short chime and the current channel disappeared into darkness.

Apparently, Erica piped up again. There's a few bugs that still need ironing out, but all of them are trivial at best. Other than that, they're more or less ready for mass production.

Good. I'll only need a few.

Miss?

Have them ready to beam to the nearest sewer entrance in 10 minutes!

Molly immediately made a break for her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

And I hope somebody was tracing that signal!

On it!! several other voices barked in unison, all ringing in Molly head for a few seconds after. The network ops division she had assembled were as eager as the day they were offered their jobs.

"No need to shout..." the young hero chimed to herself, giggling quietly as she made her way to her bed and reached for the pink rifle beneath it. "One of these days, Mechano, one of us is going to bite you in the rear. Pray it's not me."

Being on the receiving of a plastic bucket to the face was not the best way to make an entry on the scene of a major incident, but that was exactly where a long-haired twenty-something in white suit found himself. That and face-down on the ground soon after.

Richie Stacker, the Crazy Dragon, should have been used to face pain after more than a year and a half operating as a hero, and several years as a street fighter beforehand, but it's not like you can brace yourself for something you don't see coming right at you, can you? His thoughts exactly as he promptly pushed himself back onto his feet and turned to face the gigantic... floaty... whale... thing... in front of himself.

"Aw, you've got to be..." Richie muttered to himself as he reached a hand out to his side, into the pocket dimension Thin Air to retrieve his two swords, Gold and Silver, his ninja blade and rapier respectively. A dark cloud formed around his hand as he pulled both blades into this world as if simply picking them up from a shelf, the Durham lad casually tossing one of them into his other hand and then pointing the rapier at the... gigantic... floaty... you get the idea.

"OI!" He shouted, brushing his blood-red hair away from his face as he did so, or at least trying without cutting himself. Chances are, Independence Port heard that. "Moby **** on crack! Knock it off right now, you oversized trout!"

He may have had the sharpest tools in the box, but he sure wasn't one of them...

Toss-up between High Tide, my En/En Blaster, and Hellhog, a Fire/Fire Blaster (and a chilled-out fat biker from Yorkshire o_O).

An HDTV. Samsung. 1080. Nothing less.

...Come again? o_O