Crazy_Dragon

"I think it's safe to say anywhere that -isn't- the fortress, right?" Molly asked as she adjusted her dress.

Crash Leadfoot and Mashup simply looked at each other for a moment, before finally speaking in unison.

"Let's just get back to the office!"

The two operatives then stormed away from the scene shaking their heads.

Crash and Masha looked up at the explosion, somewhat speechless, Crash herself merely twitching in her left eye again.

"Failure?" Masha broke their silence as she continued staring was what remained of the ineffective blast.

"Failure." Crash responded in kind.

"Thought so." Masha added as she finally lowered her head and drew her attention to the 'lifeless' Seven and Azure. "Vhy don't ve... go help him, Lil?"

"Uh, yeah... sounds like a plan." Crash answered, prompting to two of them to dash over to the two. "Hey-hey-hey! Need a hand or would ya just be happy destroyin' your back like that?"

Richie couldn't help but facepalm hard at -that- question!

"-I- didn't break anything at all, alright?" barked back before glancing at Tzadi. "Uh, could you put that away? She's okay, like."

Richie blinked momentarily in surprise at Tzadi's sudden appearance. Right before Shadowcrash slyly nudged the hopeless Durham lad in the side.

"See, Richie?" She said, grinning at Richie. "My plan worked like a dream, didn't it?"

"Aye, aye," Richie rolled his eyes at the annoyingly cheerful ghost. "Right," the hopeless 'hero' scratched his head briefly, "Probably best we hang on for a bit, see if anyone else is coming, ya reckon?"

"Duh." It was now Shadowcrash's turn to roll her eyes. "Well, hey anyway, Mr. Tzadi, glad we could have on board for this little trip."

The blood-red pigtails of Masha Romanenko flapped behind her as the Russian made her mad dash to Crash's position.

Operative Romanenko headink for her co-ordinates right now! In ozher vords: patience, Grasshopper!

I'll get Grasshopper on your a- Crash's threat was interrupted as the borderline size-zero form of Mashup ducked behind the ex-racer's cover.

"You're late." Crash uttered.

"Lonk story, okay?" Masha groaned, taking a quick peek at the trouble behind them. "Vhat have you landed yourself in zhis time, Lil?"

"Long story too." Crash answered as she peeked over too. "Okaaaaay... we can help take on the big blue ugly over there, ya think?" the operative gestured at the Shivan quickly before a quick look about revealed the 'lifeless' body of Seven. "Crud... or we can go see what we can do for Robochick."

"Robochick!?" Masha blinked before shaking her head. "Let somevone else vorry about her. Preferably somevone who knows her innards, you know?"

"Right, right." Crash then gestured for the both of them to stand up, revealing their position fully. "HEY, ET!"

Pink dress. Pink shoes. Pink hair. The clear signs of one Molly Longstaff, approaching the warehouse at a determined pace while still maintaining her usual cheerful smile on her face. Behind her followed Erica, her robot butler, hauling a large steel cases in each hand, and an even larger case on her back. Were it not for the fact that Erica was a machine designed for this kind of work, she'd never have gotten those cases off the truck parked just around the corner.

Molly reached the door and briefly glanced back at Erica, giggling a little.

"You managing okay there, Erica?" Molly asked as she grabbed the door's handle.

"Yes, Miss." Erica replied. "If I weren't, then I wouldn't have gotten far from the truck."

"PANIC!"

Crash reacted in exactly that to the shattering ice immediately, forcing the pool table toward Johnson's face. Without a second thought, the operative then rushed for the nearest excuse for cover.

Dammit, where the hell is Masha? Tell her to wake up and get her rear to Kings. NOW!!

Crash's left eye twitched once more as she watched the two lay into Johnson. Or at least try to, in any case. She eventually snapped out of it though, shaking her head quickly and promtly holding her good arm out once again, calling forth a quick burst of insane gravitational force within the bad doctor. Not that it appeared to have much effect by the looks of things.

"Uh-oh", Crash uttered as she then opened another rift, bringing a large pool table into her immediate area, readying herself to hurl it at him if the ice finally gave way. "I think it's safe to say we're in the red now, if you know what I mean."

I... really think I'm gonna need some backup here. Where the hell's Masha?

Crash pressed her good hand against the ground beneath her as she struggled to get back to her feet. The ex-racer grunted a little as she gave herself enough room between herself and the road to drag her foot under, allowing the rest of the process of getting up to be pulled off with ease from then on.

As soon as she was upright, Crash proceeded to dust herself off, before looking up at the mess of falling Skulls, and in turn, Dr. Edward Johnson.

The hell? she thought to herself.

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...it's hard to involve the enemies, but it can be done.

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Personally, I just stick to battlecries, quick taunts and all-out insults when RPing communication with the enemy. For example, my Blaster, Molly.EXE, may sometimes scream "Happy Fun Ball!!" just before popping a grenade their way, Or my Tanker, Patsy, shouting "It was supposed to hurt, hun!" at a fallen thug. Quick-fire stuff that should ideally take a few secs to bash out.

Still a bit tricky to do, but if you're a quick typer or have even just basic "macro skillz", it's deffo doable.

Neat trick, I've gotta try that out. Thanks! :B

Richie stormed into the park with a face like the back end of a monorail car, joined almost instantly by Shadowcrash, how gave Richie a smile. Richie frowned.

"You are proper dead, you know?" Richie snarled at the ghost as he pressed on into the park.

"I know, Richie." she responded with the same smile. "It's pretty cool, ain't it?" Richie facepalmed.

"What the hell were you playing at anyway?" Richie enquired.

"Trust me, Richie. When this is over, you'll thank me. Really."

Crash shook her head at Seven as she continued her efforts to crush the Skulls around herself.

"Wonderful. Working with an dumb kid and a robot cyborg whatever without a clue." she muttered to herself, just before feeling the full force of a gunshot to her left arm. The Longstaff operative let out a short sharp scream and spun around on the spot, toppling over onto her rear in the process.

It took a few seconds to bring herself to look up ahead of her, and at her would-be assailant: A lone Gravedigger who thought it was a smart idea to sneak up behind her to attack.

Big mistake.

Crash held out her good arm, capturing the Skull with another smaller gravity well.

"You... worthless... piece of..." Crash snarled at the Skull, stopping herself before she turned the air blue. The gearhead then clenched her fist, bringing an even greater force down on the poor thug, how by now started to show clear signs of agony.

"Add another point to my scorecard!!" she screamed as a quick flick of her wrist sent the skull flying backwards into the nearest car. Crash then proceeded to lay on her back, rolling over in an effort to use her good arm to push herself back up.

"Okay... working with a dumb kid, a robot cyborg whatever without a clue AND a hole in my damn arm!"

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I don't mind the 30 second wait for logging out, but I would like to see the "press any key to cancel" thing adjusted a bit so you can alt-tab while you're waiting.

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This would be nice, if not absolutely essential.

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The effect was quickly spoiled by the realization that it's not very easy to dodge gunfire while in the air. The triumphant scream turned into a small cry for help, luck carrying her through the first volley of fire and landing with a roll she started to pace a circle around the thugs. Horizon's large strides keeping her ahead of the wave of exploding scenery, little chunks raining around her as automatic weapons were fired at the big easy target.

"Help!"

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Crash looked on, her left eye twitching as she witnessed the kid land herself up a very brown creek without a paddle.

"Smooth move, idiot!" she yelled as she held out a hand, trapping several of the Skulls in mid air. The few that weren't caught in the gravity well turned their attention to those that were, partly in amazement, partly in fear. Crash followed up by holding out her other hand. A rift opened in the ground in front of her, and a... it was a toilet of all things... entered this world, hovering in front of the ex-racer briefly.

"Now would be a good time to get OUT OF THERE, DOOFUS!!" she screamed as she thrust her hand forward, sending the throne flying at the few Skulls not floating helplessly in the air.

((That or everyone needs new flipping glasses. Seriously. how much more of a damn hook did you need than what's been posted before? Sheesh.))

Several Days Later. Well... 2 days. So it's Sunday.

Shadowcrash had a plan. Kind of.

The ghost had sneaked her way into the Atlas Park PPD station in the middle of the day, keeping herself hidden from sight as she crept to the station's radio room, left emtpy briefly during a sloppy shift switch.

Shadowcrash peeked into the room, noticing the lack of staff, and smirked.

Some day, you're gonna thank me for this, Richie. she thought to herself as she rushed in and closed the door, ensuring nobody was around to notice in the process. Letting out a quick sigh of releif as she rested against the door, the ghost then looked around the darkened room, eventually spotting what she was after.

Shadowcrash picked up the somewhat bulky headset, looked around, and then took a deep breath.

Across the city, many heroes across the city may have heard the following on their PPD radios:

"Goooooooood afternoon, Paragon City! How're you all doin' today? Why am I even asking that? Never mind!

You're tuned in to PPD Radio, and I should damn well hope so too! Hey, it's entirely possible for one of you geeks out there to have played around with your radio's innards and managed to pick up some folk music station from some remote location in Europe, right? Okay, that's not why I'm here! On with the show!

You see, I've got a friend who could really use some help. See, he's got issues with some pocket dimension. Whiiiiiich kinda took his apartment. And his stuff. And a 400-year-old girl who'd only just escaped back into our world and is now being held against her will, you know? Kinda sucky, huh?

So here's what I want you lot to do! Not that I expect any of you to go through with it, buuuut..."

*loud banging can be heard in the background*

"Whoops. Anyway! If you wanna help this guy out go look for Richie Stacker somewhere in the Northern end of Gemini Park, Galaxy City, alright? Oh, and Richie? I -know- you're listening... get your backside over there yourself. Now. Pronto!"

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Richie Stacker looked down at the PPD radio on his sister's coffee table as it finished playing out Shadowcrash's little broadcast. Without a second thought, the enraged ex-street fighter grabbed his jacket and darted out of Gemma's apartment.

"What the hell does she think she's PLAYING AT, DAMMIT!?"

((Happy now?!))

((*pokes* Oh come ON... <_&lt)

Richie frowned at Shadowcrash as she dragged her hand down her face.

"What?" He asked, with a raised brow.

"It's still a stupid idea."

"What other flamin' choice have I got!?" Richie raised his voice a little, getting the odd funny look here and there. "It's not like I can just run around the city asking everyone if they want to take a quick trip into a pocket dimension, can I?"

"No," Selina shrugged. "But I still suggest you talk to the V..."

"I said they've got worse issues on their plate!" Richie snarled.

Crash charged toward the group sighted by Seven and Azure, skidding along the ground on her boots for several seconds after landing.

"Alright," she said as she slowly pushed herself back to an upright posture, "Which of you numbnuts were going for the Buy Now Pay Never option?" Crash then immediately clenched her fists, forcing a long whine from her gloves that increased in pitch over the space of a second, signalling that all systems were go. She didn't really care much that her own jokes were... sucky. "Because the offer's just got withdrawn!"

I lone woman watched from the Kings Row rooftops, taking in the sight of the lone individual on the ground flooring all those Skulls like they were nothing. This pink-haired woman, dressed in blue-white leathers that would suggest she was something of a gearhead, watched through a monocular held close to her right eye that bore the logo of Longstaff WarTech on its casing, at the same time silently communicating with her superiors within the corporation.

We got a situation in Kings Row, the woman made use of a small augmentation to her brain to send her message. Looks like I'm gonna be late for this morning's meeting...

Roger that, Ledford, Miss Longstaff will be informed as soon as she's available. a voice not her own responded in her head. Lily Ledford, a woman better known as Crash Leadfoot, then clipped her monocular to her belt and took a few steps back from the rooftop's edge, stopping just near the remains of a batch of Clockwork she had to dispose of moments earlier.

And if she needs a damn excuse, tell her something went boom in the Row and the Skulls are looting like crazy! If that's not good enough, she can go to Hell! Crash then dashed to the edge of the roof, pulling off an impressive backflip down toward the streets below. Halfway down the drop, the gearhead held her arms out to the side, allowing the gloves on each hand to work their magic: cancelling the effects of Earth's gravitation pull and slowing her down to a dead halt. Almost immediately she then leaned forward, holding her arms straight down toward her feet. A move that pushed the former street racer at high speed to her destination: The Skulls looting the place.

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A lot of people dont want distracting chat messages while in the arena.

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Easily solved by said people closing their chat window. Just a whack of the C key, you know? :S

Patsy Crusher will be there to get immortal on someone's face. Or faceplant trying.

Ugh... why the hell did I have to be cut off when this started? I'm probably not even gonna be able to get even High Tide involved, am I?

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But how are you able to make a costume in their style? I wouldn't say that their fashion is distinctive enough to be able to be recreated in the costume creater.

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I did say 'loosely'

Reactor has the smooth Bare Chest with the Perplex pattern as a tattoo. Closest I'm probably gonna get the symmetrical line patterns the band have been seen with draw all over themselves, but it still looks great. The bottoms were just white pants and sneakers.

Uh... *whaps together a half-backsided list* I have FAR too many characters, so these are my better names.

Molly.EXE - One of two AR/Dev Blasters I have. The adopted daughter of a weapons and warfare technology mogul, augmented with her own work in the field of nanotechnology and a self-built rifle. Think Motoko Kusanagi if she was 19, not a cyborg and always remain cheerful about most things. And wears pink. Lots of pink.

777 - The other AR/Dev. A man with inhuman luck. And has been thrown out of just about every casino in Vegas because of it. Came to Paragon for a new way to push his luck, and a series of events led him to run around the city with a big gun.

High Tide - Welsh-Italian daughter of two mutants, meaning... she can not only hurl about blasts of energy like a maniac, but she can also breathe underwater. She's also a bit incompetant. En/En Blaster of course. :3

Mashup - Former musician who fled Russia after her band was massacred. Turned to Molly.EXE's corporation where she volunteered to receive experimental augments. Sonic/En Blaster. The term 'mashup' tends to refer to the 'art' of mixing two or more songs together, usually the instrumental of one song with the vocals of another.

Second Shot - Sunita Mayboune died. Then got resurrected and somehow landed herself in control of a severely diminished gang. She's basically got her 'second shot' at life, hence the name. Thugs/Traps MM

ShoXtar - Thrill seeker and attention junkie, Alvin Ratner came into contact with a strange artifact while fighting a cult in Europe. Now he's a walking eel. And still arrogant as hell. Elec/Elec Brute. ShoXtar = Shock + Rockstar. Think about it.

Reactor Party - Matt Barrett was the frontman of a promising band when a meteorite slammed into his stage at a small gig, granting him the powers of a Rad/Rad Defender. Name comes from the ****disco song, and his look is loosely based on Late of the Pier. >.>

White Noiz - Not actually a Hero, "White Noiz" serves as more of a stage name, like Ferry Corsten's "System F" moniker or Darren Tate's "Jurgen Vries". Agatha Black just came to the city on the suggestion of a friend. She's primarily a musician, who happens to be a mutant with the powers of a Sonic/Sonic Defender. She's actually went from L1 to L6 purely on the last batch of scheduled Rikti attacks.