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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 30, 2012 20:04:34 GMT -5
"Er," Maddox says, blushing an even darker red. People are arguing over him, it's terrible nerve-racking and makes him a bit anxious. He does appreciate Brock's support, of course, and he makes a note that he needs to give his friend a... a fist bump on the arm or something later.
He's trying to formulate something to interject into this rather tense conversation, when vapor starts flooding the room and he gasps in surprise. He really needs to work on his instincts, because he almost immediately feels rather light-headed...
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Post by Breakaway on Jun 3, 2012 11:40:16 GMT -5
"Testing?! He's a sentient being, not some dumb machine! I-" conversational whiplash "-Um, yes, sir. That is, I'd be delighted to accept the posting, sir. Uh . . ." Crap, he' still going to get in some sort of trouble, isn't he?
There's a click, and some hissing, and something's coming out of the air vents. "Gas, gas, gas!" Brock shouts, immediately reaching for the sidearm he isn't wearing as he goes to try the door, finding it locked. He frantically searches for something to plug the vents with. "Mad, can you get the door open?!" he shouts, vision starting to swim.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Jun 4, 2012 21:36:44 GMT -5
"Damn you, man, what if finger-mounted tasers cause impotence? We need to fully test the technology in a small population before we install it in everyone and release it into the field!" James shouts in frustration.
But no, Brock has agreed to be Maddox's handler, and that means Maddox is going to be going into the field untested just like some of the brass want, despite James's objections.
Gas?
James growls, "This is why I hate lungs."
He draws his violet lightsaber, takes a step toward the door, and... collapses in a crumpled heap, the blade guttering out, and the hilt falling next to the puddle of his white lab coat.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Jun 9, 2012 12:48:39 GMT -5
Brock can try all he wants, but these are reinforced doors! They don't even move as he pushes against them.
Then, a shadowy form pops up in front of the fogged up window. He presses his face close and peers in, smiling at the people trapped, while a hand lifts to first give him a thumbs up, and then waving 'bye-bye'.
If any of them is privy to information about super villains, they will know who this is. If not, Octavian still gave them enough reason to hate him by being a mad dick.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jun 10, 2012 10:02:01 GMT -5
"Um," Maddox manages to respond to Brock, head spinning. Still, he gathers the strength to lunge at the door, connecting hard enough to make them groan and bulge outward slightly. Maybe he could even have broken them open if he'd had another try or two, but as it is, he sags against the doors, staring at the strange man in the window, then slowly slides to the floor.
"Break..." he mumbles with drug-dulled panic, before everything goes dark.
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Post by Breakaway on Jun 10, 2012 19:58:02 GMT -5
Brock coughs reflexively as he tries to take in the details of his unknown assailant's face. He has vague memories of having seen the face before, though not in person. Presumably it has been on the news. The eyepatch is new, though.
He giggles as he collapses to the floor, right before he blacks out, because Lord Slaughter looks like a pirate.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Jun 11, 2012 21:48:35 GMT -5
James is certainly aware of who Lord Slaughter is and what he does. The eyepatch is new. However, he can't do anything with that information right now, because he is unconscious.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on Jun 27, 2012 19:30:57 GMT -5
Just like that, they all come tumbling down. The vents cycle, sucking out the remainder of the gas, and then the doors open. Armed, masked troops come rushing in, carrying assault rifles, covering the room while Lord Slaughter calmly enters, his own weapon held in his hands. He looks down at the unconscious men, arching an eyebrow as he smiles. "Too easy."
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