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    With all the force of a great, typhoon! BE A MAN! Get it? No?....I'm a guy.
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  1. This whole OP schtick got me thinking about philosophy and I realized something. *puts on monacle and places smoking pipe in mouth* In a world with no rules, humankind would have to be perfect, having a full comprehension of when it’d be wrong to overextend themselves. It’s like the saying goes, “You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose. But you can’t pick...your friend’s nose.” *takes off monacle and smoking pipe* .... *Eats monacle and smoking pipe*
  2. What kind of messed up question is that? I can't believe you! OF COURSE there can be a laser maze! 😀 Let's add acid pits and swinging blades!
  3. What can I say? He only wants him for what he can get out of him. *wink-wink*
  4. Just gonna put out there that I may be super insecure about my writing before I ask this but...

    What are some things I do when I write that irritate you a bit, or a lot?

    1. jaistlyn

      jaistlyn

      I always enjoy reading your posts! They are funny, and they always catch me by surprise, lol. But just one minor peeve, is there's sooo much content in one post that it takes more than usual effort to reply! 😂

    2. Ataraxy

      Ataraxy

      ^ that's the best job interview response to "what are you're weaknesses?"

      "I work too much!"

      Lmao

  5. @Tyler *Fidgest uncomfortably after reading post* Were...were you hiding somewhere outside of my car that day I was brainstorming about bringing Leonard back?
  6. Okay, okay, I guess I'd better explain myself.😅 I had actually planned for Henry to be invulnerable about three months ago because I had plans for him in the future. The reason for his inter-dimensional permanence is the result of one of the doc's failed experiments. Possibly the one he regrets the most. I planned to get into the details later on, but I do plan to use him. Remember kids! You don't gotta kill people to advance the plot! Especially the bad people. As much as I hate to say this due to my personal moral standing, the bad guys in a story practically are the plot. They save the story from mediocrity and routine. I also had this whole plot thought up with the good doctor that would literally put the fate of the universe at risk, (Like the prophecy in the first thread suggested😁) but I was planning on doing a whole lot way before everyone confronted that plot. Before then, I was thinking maybe they'd face off against his most nefarious, deadly, insane, grotesque, and catastrophic experiments while running, flying, driving, teleporting, time-traveling, horse-back-riding, streaking, sex'ing, (Bow-chica wow-wow) killing, whatever-you-want-ing through his massive, underground, (but mostly abandoned and extremely dangerous) laboratory! I'm talking mantis-men (and women if you wanna be a serious sam), gelatinous blobs that morph and dissolve everything they touch, unstable creatures that make you explode or implode if they see you move, massive death-bots that went hay-wire and destroyed several wings of the lab, an army of assistants sent down to capture or kill everyone, dimensional anomalies that reveal tidbits about the overall mystery I'm making up as I write this, a sentient computer-wife who goes haywire and tries to wipe out all humanity through time travel because she thinks her husband is cheating on her, a cursor who gets his hands on a reality matrix that slowly makes him power crazy and murderous😉, (Although I planned that to be a whole adventure on its own) impossibly cute creatures that are so cute they make the viewer violent towards others, a business man named Haxton Sale who was created to become the worlds manliest (and richest) man, sentient beings made of lasers that shoot lasers, a god-killing robot the doctor made to conquer Valucre that had suddenly vanished during another one of his experiments, and ,,̵̢̛͔̙͙̹̯̦͍͕̣̫̘̬̤̅͒̒͘ͅa̸̟̙̘̹͖͖̒̀́̏̐̃̇̽̅̈́̈́ ̴̹̻̻̭̞̬̝̗͖̀̆̀͑͐͗̕m̴͇̪̣͖̩̤̺̫̀a̶̡̹̩̪̦̻̙̪̫͓͑́̈̍̊̾̚͝n̸̲̿̌̇̊ ̵̛̛̟̄̾̓͋́͛̇͗̀̄́̊͝ͅẅ̸̤͐̔͋h̵̨̬̭̹̯͎͔̝̣͈͚̠̰̘͂̄̊͊͘ơ̶̞͕̘̒̋̉̄̓́̆́̕ ̵̢̡̡̛͉̪͓̝͕̩͎̩̦̭̍̋͒̒̚͝͠i̷̟̭̼͓̱̯̼̗͍͕̙̤̹̔̐̉̎̇̒͛́͋͜͝͝s̵̬̎̏́̑̓̅́ ̸̛̺̠̦̿͋̈́̉̉̌̄̄́̆̊̒͜ͅġ̶̛̭̭͙̹͉͓̟̎̇́͠ͅo̸̰̦̰̦̪̥͊̾ň̷̢̧̧͎̠̼̩͙̼̰̪̬͓̀͑̓̂̀̐̆̈́̔͠͝é̴̖̝̫̠͍̬̭̳̠͍̟͖͕͍͜ ̸̧̛̻͍̹̺̞̟̭͓͚͖̤͉̩̃̒̃̎̔̍̎̈̾̋͑͜͝͝͝f̴̢͔̤͚̫̤̲̻̗̖̝̳͎͕̱́͋̍́̂͘ǫ̵̲̰̥̔͋͛͗̍̆̽̓̍͋̅͆̕͝r̴̨͍̬̭̕ę̷̡̤̭͖̬̣̜̊̓̌̋͋̌̉̀̀̑͌͌͘͜͜͝͠v̴̪͈̦̟̣̫̤̣͓̼̬͂̉̉͜ė̸͔͔̫͈̈́ṟ̵̢̧̪̣̥͔̰͉̙̙͙͉̰̺̓̆͂͌.̴͖̯̌͆̎͆̒́̕. And a bunch̷̯̙̚͘ ̸̨̛̛͖̖̜̘͇̙̫̠̐̈̋̀͐̉ͅm̵̱̬̻̰͉͇͊̂̐̐̕ơ̸̠̰̒͆̿̇͋̋́͝r̸̲͓̯͛̇̈̇͜͝ȩ̷̧͓͍͚͎͓̙͓͉͈̜̥̈́̐́̊͛̑͜ ̶̡̨̛͖̼̪̖͎͙͕̼̣͇͛͂̊̏͌͌̒͆̆̐̚͜͝ţ̴̛͓̄̔̀̎͋͒̀̑̉̎̚͠h̶̨̦̖̩̝͖̆̈́̈́ą̸̧̦̲͎̯̝̗̦̘̠͖͗͌̋͘͝t̴̩͚̙̗̬͓̮̘̙̣̋̅́̈́́̾̾̈́͋̚̕̚͝͠.̶̗̘̦̳̩͕͖̤͕̅̄.̵̯͇͍̃͐̂̈́͌͘͜͝.̸͉͚͕̻͓́̈̄̈́̍͋̾̽̋͗̀̃̃̕h̷̢̛͖͈̞̗͙͉̝̼̳̬̭̋͑̒̿́̑̃̃̂o̵̥̹̫͛͆͂̂l̷͈͈̗͙̞͇̗̜̆̏̃̄͐̕͜ͅd̵̮̜͔̬͉̣̤͚͙̲͇͉̟̠͒̓̈̓̑͂̔̅͗̒͗̈̔͜ ̵̢̢͈͕͙́̾o̸͎̝̜͌n̶̨̻̙̹͐̓̊͒̓̈́̃̾ͅ.̸̦̮̲͋.̵̤͉̻͙̘̻̋̈́̅̽̎̽̅̓͆̑̓̊.̶̨͍̻̗̑̚͝ͅ ... That was weird. And a bunch more that I forgot and can't bring to mind because of how excited I am. But those are just my ideas. I'm itching to hear what messed plots ya'll can add to all this to make it all even worse!😃 BUT...If I let Akor immediately kill Henry and defeat the doctor all by himself, all of that gets ruined pretty quick and no one else gets a bite of the danger infused cake. In fact, if he's that over-powered to the point where nothing would any longer be a threat to the others because Akor could instantly levitate, imprison, and incinerate every danger that threatens them...well...it'd get kinda boring. So I....kinda wrote in some threats that he (hopefully) wouldn't be able to instantly kill to keep him busy so he wouldn't immediately vaporize the robots chasing the group and leave us something to write to.😶 I didn't wanna reveal this too soon, but I was also planning for the doctor to open up a portal to his lab after detaining everyone somehow. But then something one of our characters does messes the portal up and causes everyone to get zapped/teleported into a different, unkown part of the lab where the real freaky stuff can start. From that point forward, I was hoping you guys could pitch in some ideas for what they encounter down there. Ancient underground cities that are overrun by nightmarish experiments and occultist scientist that have gone mad? A robot that creates evil clones of anyone it sees? A whole other world that was created in a pocket dimension as the result of a failed science experiment? The possibilities and the size of the lab are only limited by our imagination andhatredofmagicJust imagine that you're an incredibly mad and evil scientist that's spent most of his life conducting incredibly illegal experiments that have ended in genocides that rendered most of the underground lab vacant over the years. All because you were bored! I'm talking stuff that could wipe out whole city's if it ever made it above ground. The scary stuff. Or not. S'up to yal'll. Wha-...bo'ah I will FITE'CHU-... *clears throat and composes himself* Sorry, that happens sometimes. Anyway, science is always there. Magic is but a mere shortcut through science my dear boy. Magic is the bomb. Science is what makes up that bomb. Without the science, without the laws of physics and nature, magic can not exist. Also, don't feel bad man. Akor did advance the plot! Now Henry has a new friend, the doctor has a new test subject, Meritio could potentially learn a thing or two from his power, everyone has seen Akor's power, and there are now a bunch of undead sorcerer supreme's trying to kill him! God that was long.
  7. In case you're skulkin' around with some other account, just wanted to say hi' again! Hope you're doin' well!

  8. Clive was relieved when Akor, the self proclaimed ‘Sorcerer Supreme’, didn’t buy into the doctors lies. He seemed pretty powerful, so it helped to quell the depressing thoughts rummaging around in his brain, particularly the one’s acknowledging how he was about to die without getting that last drink. For a man like Clive though? I doubt there’s ever really a last drink. The ‘Last Drink’ always makes him want another, rekindling his will to live and probable cause for shooting at people. As the sorcerer got to work audibly deducing why the doctor was lying, Clive understood a few things about him. For starters, he was no mercenary. This was odd, since his goal seemed to be freeing them and confronting the doctor. Was he out here just because he felt like it? Did he sense the peril they were in with his ‘Sorcerer Sense’? Either way, a mercenary would’ve already ended this or at least thrown the first punch. The only time Clive bothered to stop and talk with a mark or some gun-ho fool was when he was trying to buy time, realizing he had the wrong guy, attempting to avoid conflict, or get a beer out them. The latter usually went first. After he was done picking apart the doctors lies, Akor got to work. With a showy display of his abilities, he imprisoned the spherical droid the doctor was likely controlling and cast a spell that caused Henry’s body to be intangible. Clive, Meritio and Erin fell right through the giant’s hands and plummeted toward the ground. Clive tried his best to angle himself so that his impact wouldn’t cripple him, but his drunken state made it near impossible to orient himself. Thankfully, Meritio acted fast. The young mage cast a spell of his own, causing a strong gale of wind to gust upwards underneath them. Clive held his hat to keep it from being blown off as he fell, the updraft of wind slowing them down just enough to avoid a possibly serious injury. It still hurt though. “AGH, DAMN!” shouted Clive after landing on his back, slamming the back of his head on the dirt floor. He sat up, holding the back of his head with a pained expression as he turned to see what Akor was doing now. Then he decided he didn’t care and got up to make a run for it. It’d been a very stressful and painful couple of hours and he just wanted a drink. No sooner, a powerful blast of magic zoomed above his head, slamming into Henry. From the way the blast looked and how the earth shook when it hit, Clive figured Henry was either dead or dying. But nope. Henry had merely been knocked onto his haunches, nearly crushing a woman Clive was just now noticing. She wasn’t alone, a few more women standing just behind her. Clive’s eyes narrowed. “Blackspears!?” glared Clive. “Why!? Why are ya’ll everywhere!? Are ya’ll followin’ me!? Ya’ll got somethin’ ta’ do wit’all this!?” A familiar voice snapped him out of his growing anger and caused him to turn back around. Another spherical droid was now floating down through the foliage above. “F*** this.” breathed Clive before turning back around to run. He barely got a few steps when he noticed the group of squirrels blocking his path just a few yards in front of him. There had to be at least twenty of them, and they didn’t seem scared at all. They stood there motionlessly, staring at him with their beady, cybernetic eyes. He started to back up. As he did so, he noticed many other woodland critters gathering around them. Deer, birds, more squirrels, ground-hogs, chipmunks, skunks, raccoons, a few wolves, and even a family of honey-badgers. They advanced on them slowly, Clive’s hand hovering above his gun. Every animal here had been augmented with cybernetic appendages, moving and acting as if they held no will of their own. He’d have no problem dropping six of them, but that was also the problem. He only had six bullets, and he had no way of discerning which targets were the highest priority. They weren’t attacking yet though, so that was a start. Meanwhile, Doctor Lavernius watched with relative intrigue from his tiny prison as Akor used his magical abilities to crush his spherical counter-part with a bony, shadowy, hand. “Hmmm.” hummed the doctor as his single, white, eye zoomed in on the tendril. “Ether? Miasma? Or something else entirely? I’ll have to make some time to figure that out later on the operating table.” Next he watched Akor lift Henry up into the air, a sense of thrill rushing through the doctor’s cold, analytical, heart. Akor’s pretentious monologue was ignored as the doctor watched shadowy chains appear out of nowhere and bind Henry’s limbs. Portals then opened up around the giant, engulfing each limb. During this all, Henry was laughing, as if he were being tickled. His laughing ceased when the portals abruptly shut, effectively severing each limb. He didn’t scream though. No, he was far too dumb to comprehend the pain or his current situation. He wiggled the stumps of his limbs with a look of child-like fascination. No blood seeped out of them. In fact, his limbs now looked no different than a pole of skin colored clay that had been sliced in two. There were no blood vessels or bones. Nothing to suggest that life coursed through him. As Akor reached out to summon the power of the skies, Henry looked up at the brightening sky and started to smile in anticipation. “OOOoooOOOooooh!” the fool bellowed. “Pretty, pretty li-” A massive lightning bolt then struck Henry with a deafening boom and crack. Henry was immediately vaporized by the bolt, nothing being left of the child-like giant but ashes. The doctor watched Henry’s ashes billow through the wind and fall down to the earth like black snow, (Boy I love that analogy) not moving an inch. His single, white, eye zoomed in on the charred spot where the ashes landed, as if in great anticipation. POP Suddenly Henry was back, appearing out of thin air and standing atop his own ashes without a scratch on him. His expression appeared to be one of confusion for a few seconds until he broke the facade with a wide, toothy grin. “HA-HA-HA-HA!” Henry laughed as he stomped from side to side and clapped his hands. “Floaty man fun! Again! Agaaiiin!” “Of course.” sighed the doctor, the luminescence in his sphere’s optical sensor dimming a little. “Why’d I even bother getting my hopes up? Why?” he was murmuring to himself now. “It’s obvious that wouldn’t have worked. He’s an anomaly. And… just too stupid to die! I would know! I did the math! I proved it! Why bother having hope when the math denies it’s very existence every time!? ” Meanwhile, Clive was giving Erin an irritated look after she put one of her arrows into the nearest deer’s head. Of course it didn’t go down. None of the wires and metal the arrow had struck appeared to be necessary to it’s continued functionality and in extent, it’s clearly unnatural ability to voice ominous threats. “Ya see?” said Clive before raising a finger to bob at Erin as he looked to Meritio. “This is why I don’t travel with women.” He then let out a sigh and slowly turned to face the deer. He had over a dozen laser pointers on him that seemed to be coming from the animal’s eyes, but he couldn’t see any guns. Yet. He wanted to keep it like that. “Now, now…” said Clive with a soothing tone as he slowly began to raise his hands. “I’m sure we can all just talk this-” Clive never got to finish his half-hearted plea for mercy on account of Henry’s excited antics. The giant had been hopping from side to side happily with his eyes closed, eventually venturing towards our intrepid idio-…I mean, heroes. The deer in front of Clive and a few other smaller woodland critters were crushed by a decisive and ignorant stomp of Henry’s right foot. “Henry can’t wait to tell momma computer about new friends!” cheered the cyclops before lifting his foot over Clive’s head. “AGH!” cried Clive before lounging out of the way and narrowly avoiding a quick but gruesome death. Part of him hoped Erin and Meritio had the sense to do the same. However, despite Henry’s crushing interjection, the cybernetic animals were still dead set on the trio and took Henry’s actions as a sign of aggression on their part. “THEY KILLED DAVE.” cried a skunk in a squeaky, robotic monotone as it and the other animals stared blankly at the deer's crushed, sparking, and mangled remains. A compartment on the skunks back then opened up to reveal a small, spinning, ray-gun that it pointed towards Meritio and Erin. “YOU BASTARDS. KILL THEM ALL.” There was an abrupt flash of light blue and a hard-light bullet pierced through the skunk’s ray-gun, effectively blowing it right off it’s back. “RUN!” shouted Clive, who was already booking it into the nearby trees and firing his peacekeeper at any animals he perceived as an immediate threat to the them. Seeing as he only had six rounds to fire, it wasn’t much help at all. It wasn’t long before he was bobbing and weaving to avoid being vaporized by the hail of ray-gun blasts that came their way mere moments later. Thankfully the ray-guns projectiles didn't travel as fast as bullets. Clive soon spun and took cover behind a sturdy tree, breathing hard and trying to ignore the searing pain on the spots where a blast had grazed him. “YA’LL DEAD!?” shouted Clive, unable to peek behind his tree due to the barrage of laser blasts that were quickly whittling away his cover. There was a rustling of leaves above him and he looked up just in time to witness over a dozen chipmunks drop down onto him from the tree. He immediately started screaming. “AAAAAAAOOOSSS***!” he yelled as he felt the little things biting him all over. He took off running from behind his cover to escape the tree, trying his best to shake them off. While he was doing that, wolves were charging towards the Blackspears and honey badgers were bounding after Erin and Meritio whilst they were still being shot at. Life choices right? “Hm.” hummed the doctor as he watched the cowboy run around frantically, struggling to keep the chipmunks from getting into his underwear. “This is getting rather out of hand.” The air around the doctor’s droid distorted as it began to shake. Then it was gone, reappearing outside it’s magical holding cell over twenty yards away. The air around it was still warping, like the horizon air on a hot day. There was a heaviness to the shimmering though, as if it were surrounded by a terrifyingly powerful and mysterious aura…of SCIENCE!!!!! “So you’re the sorcerer supreme, huh?” said the doctor before rising high into the air. Soon after, the ground beneath the droid shuddered and split apart. Over a dozen forms emerged from the dirt, all of them appearing to be long dead and rotting corpses. They all bore garb reminiscent of those worn by powerful magic users, and the only sign of life they exhibited were the white, glowing, dots in the center of their empty, rotting eye-sockets. All of them had large, mortal wounds that made the circuitry and wiring in their bodies visible. Although dead, Akor would still be able to sense ridiculous amounts of legendarily magical power coming from these reanimated, re-purposed, corpses. “Like these guys?” mocked the doctor before hovering towards Clive and the others. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead and play with them for a bit while I try to make sure my test subjects get to me in decent enough condition.”
  9. My bad man, my weekends are busy. But I'm gonna go with the ones by the lifts. Make it good!😀
  10. Looked on the map for the seekers, but I didn’t see them. Gonna have to do a bit of editing though. They were headed near the Capitol building, putting them no where near the Seekers.😅 I was just tying to give ol’ @Fierach something else to write to. And my bad. I should have described these events as ‘unintentional’ genocide. But not really, since they went to war willingly.🤔 I’ll find the correct wording.
  11. *Reads Hollow's post. Takes off hat and massages face.* @Tyler @jaistlyn Can we take a vote to ban Tyler from commenting in the OOC? I'm now pretty certain that he's an actual Twistling. @HollowCipher Willy Wonka?! Dude, what rendition of 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' did you watch that involves Willy Wonka ripping out a demon-spawns spine? I'm imagining that now, and it's actually really scary. Probably almost as scary as the movies parody in 'Epic Movie'. that scene still gives me nightmares.
  12. There's a reason a being as dumb as Henry hasn't been killed by some intrepid interlopers yet.😉
  13. The Tin Man stared at her for a moment, his snide grin not faltering in the slightest. Even in the blue, flickering hologram, Cordoza would be able to see the animosity in his eyes. They practically glowed with a festering, barely restrained hunger for suffering and genocide, as if he were a scion of the evilest being she knew. But that was nonsense right? He appeared to be just a man, no different than any other mercenary with a thirst for violence and blood. She'd likely seen scarier people than the Tin Man through the years. “Not a problem, ma'am.” he shrugged before leaning back in his chair and snapping his fingers. The moment he did so, the air behind the mayor shimmered and warped as another elite materialized behind her. Before she’d be able to react, she’d feel something get slapped onto the back of her neck. If she went to feel what was there, she’d feel something cold, metal and circular, like a thick disc. Seconds later, she’d feel the passive magical energy in her body briefly flare up into the device on her neck. It wouldn’t be painful, but she’d definitely notice it. “Remote controlled cloaking device.” said the Tin Man before reaching out of the hologram to retrieve a small rectangular device. After pushing the button on top of it, Cordoza’s body would begin to shimmer and tingle as the arcane energy coursing through her was redirected to the device and then extroverted to render herself completely invisible. “As long as that’s connected and I don’t press this button, you’ll remain undetectable by the naked eye. Me and my elites will be able to see you of course, so don’t get any ideas. What we’re doin’ here is plan C. I expected plan B, and you don’t want plan B.” The room shook and rumbled a bit when an explosion went off on the bottom floor of the building. Intrigued, the Tin Man raised his wrist to inspect the watch on it. “They’re early.” he chuckled. “They either got some real good aim or your boys can’t aim for s***. Guess we’d better get goin’. Elites P-40 through forty five, escape route 3, but don’t use the door. Exit via the blown wall in the reception office. Make sure you keep her close and make your way to G-2. Once there, she will lead you. P-46, you stay behind and set up. Move out.” The hologram vanished with a flash and the elite closest to Cordoza picked the disc off the floor before placing it in one of the pockets on his vest. The elites were all wearing high-tech, optical masks, so Cordoza wouldn’t be able to see their lifeless, void expressions. They all moved the same, their movements being succinct and purposeful as they all activated their cloaking devices and escorted Cordoza out of the room. * * * Clive didn’t encounter any resistance on the way to the capitol building, likely because the battle was nearing it’s end and the enemy was hunkering down and consolidating their forces to make a last stand. It was a predictable scenario with an equally predictable outcome, one Clive didn’t want to think too much about. Despite his guilty pleasures, genocide still bothered him a little. Especially when he wasn’t sure whether or not the victims deserved to be victims. On the way there, he saw a few familiar faces. Ones he wasn’t sure he was glad to see. Members of the Blackspear cartel seemed to be everywhere nowadays where violence, peril, and death were a factor. He was honestly a little impressed, seeing as no one had killed them all yet. He wondered if they were just unusually lucky, or just really cunning. He could remember Zack mentioning them before, saying how he couldn’t take any job without them getting involved and causing problems. Then again, Zack thought the same about him and most people in the profession. Clive thought it was quite the opposite. "Ready boys!?" the sergeant from Clive's squad barked. “He flaked.” Clive answered simply. He was about to add on a derogatory description of his former partner when the order to breach cut him off. He stood back and to the side of the door, taking a slow, steady breath as he wiggled his fingers around the grip of his revolver. He was pretty sure that the defenders were expecting them. When the charge detonated, the Norkotians wasted no time in tossing in a bundle of grenades. He heard a few shouts and rapid shuffling from inside the building before the grenades went off. He felt the bones in his haggard body rattle with the boom and a soldier whirled around to sprint through the door. Clive watched him get lit up like a Christmas tree and shook his head as the over-zealous Norkie’ fell to the ground in a lifeless, bloody, heap. “Too eager, bo’ah.” Clive shook his head as another soldier dashed into the building to take cover. “Aight.” Clive nodded before taking cover by the door and listening closely to the sounds inside as the Norkotians rushed in. The defenders were going all out, putting down as much suppression fire as they could to buy as much time as possible for re-positioning. Once the fire halted, he twisted around the corner and dashed inside with a palm hovering over the hammer of his peacekeeper. The room they were in was spacious and overlooked by balconies on either side with stairs leading up to them. The Nork’s had already killed a fair number of them, and Clive’s rapid advancement drew the remaining ones out of cover. Time seemed to slow as Clive watched four of them leave cover to take aim. He smirked. BANGBANGBANGBANG The shots went off so quickly it’d almost sounded like one. Hard light rounds connected with each of the defenders weapons, effectively disarming them before they’d even get a chance to fire. One of such defenders was directly in front of him, still recovering from the shock of what had happened. Clive clocked him up side the head with the butt of his gun before vaulting over a reception desk to clock another one who was reaching for his knife. Both were knocked unconscious, but Clive wasn’t sure if that was good enough for the Nork’s, given their new orders. The other two that he’d disarmed were on the balcony’s, one on each side. One was young and immediately took off running. The other reached for his side arm. “DAGH!” shouted the defender after the pistol was blasted out of his hand. “Don’t be stupid, now.” said Clive, still aiming his smoking peacekeeper at the remaining defender. “I don’t really wanna’ kill ye’.” Clive kept his gun aimed at the remaining defender as he turned to look at the map posted onto the wall behind the reception desk. Whether or not the Nork’s would shoot the remaining defender as ordered or realize that it was inhumane was up to them. Whatever they did wasn’t his business, and he couldn’t let it be. “Bingo.” he said with a snap, setting his eyes on the location of the mayors office. * * * Getting to the mayors office wouldn’t be too much of a chore given the backup the Norkotian’s had. The Ex-Blackspears would undoubtedly be a big help in close quarters and Clive would have a field day with the scared, cornered, defenders that remained in the building. He avoided killing any of them, something that was made even easier given how few of them there were. It seemed that the mayor’s subjects weren’t as loyal to her as she’d hoped. Not that it’d matter in the next few minutes. Clive let the lieutenant lead the way to the mayors office, keeping any eye out for any defenders hiding behind corners or furniture. The building was just as regal on the outside as it was on the inside, the hallways being wide and imposing. The pictures and relief decorations on the walls and supporting columns seemed to be easily over a hundred years old. Broken glass, debris and the occasional dead sniper littered the marble floor. Aside from that, the halls seemed to be immaculate, free of dirt and grime. He wasn’t sure if it was just because of magic or someone putting in the work to keep the place clean. It was quiet as they approached the ancient double doors to Cordoza’s office. Other than the fighting outside and their footsteps, it was dead silent. It made Clive uneasy. This feeling reached a crescendo when he started to hear the beeping. His blood ran cold when the beeping suddenly became rapid. “SONUF'A B****!” shouted Clive before yanking the nearby lieutenant to the ground and diving to the floor. Not a second later, an explosion from within the mayors office lit up the hallway and blew the doors out in a mess of marble, wood and metal. Any too slow to get down would be skewered by shrapnel. Clive rolled to the side and a large slab of marble that had been blown up from the door shattered against the floor where his head had been with a humbling crash. Clive’s eyes were ringing and he could feel a stinging pain in his right shoulder, but he quickly got to his feet with his gun at the ready. He scanned both ends of the hallway, but no enemy combatants appeared to be on the way. He looked back towards the mayors office, a confused look on his face as he watched the smoke clear. There was barely anything left of the office, Clive being able to see right through the remains of the room to the outside. “Wha-…suicide?” he said, his confusion growing. “Why the hell would she do that?” @Tyler @Thotification * * * The elites were able to make it out of the building with minimal resistance. They encountered a few Norkotians on the way out, but they were dealt with rather swiftly and permanently, leaving no witnesses and doing so without anyone knowing what was going on. They were outside the building and sneaking through the offensive line when the charges P-46 has set went off. If Cordoza had bothered to look behind her, she’d see a large, flaming, crumbling hole where her office used to be. Once they were through the line, they took to the alley’s and buildings to further decrease the chances of them being seen. They bobbed and weaved to avoid any troops rushing to the capitol building, including the Tin Man’s own. They couldn’t risk being recognized as allies to the merc’s helping destroy her city. She likely wouldn’t be fooled for long, but the Tin Man didn’t need long. They eventually entered a small park located near one of the city’s many bazaar’s. Due to it’s strategically unsound terrain and lack of cover, there was little reason for any fighting to be done there. In fact, there were barely any body’s there at all. Well, none except for three of the Tin Man’s hired killers. All three had been beaten within an inch of their lives and thrown into a bush far out of the sight of the Elite’s with some of their equipment missing. The elites continued through the park at a rushed pace, not taking note of how wet the dirt path was under their feet or the impressions their boots made in it. They all wore the same equipment, so their boots all left the same patterned impressions. Cordoza’s foot prints would be the only ones that were different. They were passing under a large tree when it happened. An un-pinned smoke grenade fell from the foliage above almost smack dab in the middle of their group. It had already been cooked just right, so it went off mid-air just as two of the Elite’s saw it falling. As if sharing a hive mind, all of them immediately aimed their guns up and fired into the tree as the smoke rapidly began to obscure their vision. Their bullets tore into the foliage, splintering wood and sparking off of…aluminum? A thick liquid splattered all over the tree and fell on the elites, covering them and Cordoza in a heavy layer of bright pink house paint. The water-based paint drooped down their optical masks, making it even harder to see and revealing their cloaked forms. The one holding onto Cordoza let go of her to wipe the paint off his visor, and that was when she was grabbed up hard by a shorter man wearing a black cloak and a banged up gas mask. “ONYOURSIDE!” muffled the shorter man through his mask in fearful tone as he took off with her over his shoulder. He was sprinting unusually fast, as if Cordoza weighed next to nothing. They were rapidly approaching one of the fences that enclosed the park. The man briefly turned his head to look behind him and saw that the Elites had already managed to exit the gas cloud and wipe the paint away from their visors. They were now sprinting after him, neglecting to shoot at him just as he'd planned. He also knew that getting away from them wouldn't be as easy as he wished. They were clearly not human, sprinting as fast or perhaps even faster than him while brandishing and activating vibro-blades. Losing them was not going to be a cake walk. Hell, none of this was going to be a cake walk. "They catch us, we're dead!" shouted the man as he jumped over the picketed, metal, fence onto a neighboring street. "Where can I lose these guys!?" @Tyler * * * "Son of a b****." said the Tin Man in a monotone as he slowly shook his head in exasperation. He'd been watching the elites via one of the cloaked drones he had hovering above the city and had witnessed the entire thing. "Figures." he mumbled as he rose out of his seat, finishing his bottle of beer before slinging it to the side and shattering it against a wall. He then turned and made his way toward the back of the ship as he dialed a few buttons on his watch to consolidate the frequencies of the pivotal merc's he had in the city. “Elite B! Heavies! Korzuc!” shouted the Tin Man as he approached a large metal capsule at the back of the ship that was almost twice his height and width. “An enemy wearing our uniform just nabbed Cordoza from Elite A. He’s wearing a cloak and seems to be heading towards quadrant G-2. Target is very fast and might be a meta. Get there NOW. Do NOT shoot unless you have a CLEAR shot. We need Cordoza alive.” * * * "Got it." said Till, turning to look at the other heavy that was walking with him. He didn't know the name of the merc' that was inside, but he seemed capable enough. He wasn't tripping over anything and he seemed to be aware of his surroundings. There was blood all over it from when he had to cut Gill's body apart and take the pieces out to make room, but aside from that and the gaping hole in the midsection, the armor looked fine. He'd just have to avoid any gut shots. "You get that?" Till asked. The other heavy gave him a thumbs up. "Good." They'd separated from the other merc's to ensure they'd be spared from any idiocy they enacted. Till didn't want to end up like Gill because of someone else's mistake. They eventually started hearing gunfire and shouts in the distance, slowing down and moving quietly so as not to be heard. They were approaching the end of an alley when they heard voices up ahead. Till held up a fist and carefully peeked around the corner of the alley, spotting a group of combatants that definitely weren't friendly's if the dead Norkotian soldiers at their feet were anything to go by. Till quickly receded his head and nodded to the other heavy, who nodded back. Till did a finger count of three before bounding out of the alley, spinning up his mini-gun and taking aim at the Seekers. The other heavy came out right behind him and did the same, the two of them opening fire without a word. @Fierach
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