Cannonball sighs a bit, then chuckles faintly. "Good thing tha' didn't go off in the middle o' the exercise..."
"Ah, where were we...?" Cannonball muses a moment, and it comes back to him - "Flag placement!" He takes on a thoughtful look. "We needtae put it 'igh up, methinks, so others will be forced tae climb fer it. If we do that, they kin be picked off if'n they get past one of us an' th' traps." Cannonball's gaze turns to Eye-fire. "Speakin' o' traps, wot manner o' things ye got in mind, lad?"
Post by Counterpunch on Jan 1, 2008 14:04:49 GMT -5
Counterpunch snorts. "Not all of them have to climb. We're the only team of all fliers, but every team has at least one, and one of the other teams has a Seeker, which usually means 'a good, fast flier.'" The spy lifts his head to look over the city, and frowns as a flash of yellow catches his attention before vanishing behind another building.
"In fact, unless I miss my guess, their good, fast flier is using his time to scout his territory."
"Counterpunch's assessment is correct. I advise either hiding it in some small place were they'll be exposed if they try to go in, or something I can easily collapse if it comes to that. Worse comes to worse, we have to dig the thing up." Eye-Fire suggests. Spinister never bothered to clarify exactly what weapon of the week it was, and nobody said it couldn't be something very durable.
Cannonball smirks at Counterpunch. "Aye, that is true. And a good plan...let's get moving, lads." A beckoning wave of his hand, and he starts heading off toward the middle area. "I'll leave the traps and such to ye lot, then. I also figger we be needin' tae share frequencies fer this little thing, so mine be <freq>."
Looking skyward, he notes some of the taller buildings. "I s'pose that ah kin do like our yellow friend and check out the territory...maybe rig up some o' the bigger buildings to collapse."
Post by Counterpunch on Jan 4, 2008 17:41:51 GMT -5
"I'm at <numbers>," Counterpunch replies, grabbing the flag. He turns to Eye-fire and tosses the flag at him before transforming. "Remember, you can't put it inside me, but I can move faster like this than you can in any form. Got a spot in mind already? Tie a flag off my antenna, transform, and hop in. Once we're there, we'll start setting up."
//Yeah, there's a nice tall and most importantly unsafe looking building at <coordinates> with another one near it. It won't take me long to turn it into a death trap.// Eye-Fire transmits as he ties the flag onto Counterpunch's antenna, then transforms into his gun form small enough for a human to wield, which is still quite long.
"I'll handle everything once were there." Eye-Fire says moving into Counterpunch through an open window*.
"But please, warn me if your about to come any where near the building. I'll likely shoot without identifying who its is."
Post by Counterpunch on Jan 7, 2008 8:31:56 GMT -5
OOC: Cannonball skipped due to timeout.
"I'm mid-range defense, Eye-fire," Counterpunch snaps. "I'm going to be heading near that building a lot! Especially if we need to be leading someone into your range!"
Once he makes it to the chosen building he skids to a stop and throws his door open. He waits just long enough for Eye-fire to exit and grab the flag from his antenna, and he's off again. He's not trap setting, though. He's simply familiarizing himself with the surroundings, with what's already there. He does let Eye-fire know every time he's in and out of the area around the building, and he does spend a lot of time doing this.
Still, he doesn't know the area quite so well as he'd like when the buzzer sounds and time is up. "Fraggit," he mutters to himself.
Cannonball takes to the air after he's abandoned, and finds the bigger streets, and picking one that would make the most obvious path to their area. There's some rather tall buildings along it, and Cannonball picks the biggest one. A little bit of hammer, claw, and laser application, and the first few floors of the building become dilapidated, causing the structure to groan. "Tha's th' ticket..." he says to himself, chuckling. If he can't trap someone traditionally with it, he can always throw them in.