Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
Posts: 388
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 27, 2012 21:03:51 GMT -5
Cecil glances idly to the floor while he leans against the counter and peels lychee with a thoroughly bored look on his face. So tedious. He tosses bits of the peels to his kitten, who bats at them occasionally between fits of trying to look uninterested in proper feline fashion.
"The permits for this place must have taken ages to line up," he drawls, glancing at their host with only his green eye peeking out from beneath his bangs.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Sept 4, 2012 20:58:29 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Skid-Z due to timeout.
"What'dya do, Miss Webber?" Stella asks, conversationally. She distributes her 'kitty chow' into smaller baggies, because plastic baggies are clearly the correct way to distribute this snack.
Stella does not yet notice what happened with her wall. Maybe she will next round. Stella frowns at Imp and asks, "Are you making fun of me?"
Not everyone supports the troops or ex-troops, as they may be.
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Hellbender
Major
Mecha-Shai-Hulud
"Seriously."
Posts: 892
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Post by Hellbender on Sept 5, 2012 17:38:18 GMT -5
The sound of gears grinding horribly and driveshafts going "thud-a-thud-a" as they are bent out of alignment is music to Costigan's ears. Loud, discordant, unpleasant music, rather like some genres of heavy metal. In the darkness, no one can see Costigan smirk.
A laser beam stings Costigan's shoulder and he yelps, diving for cover behind one of the big gears just as rotating saw blades swing out from the walls on menacing robot arms. Saw blades and a light show with heavy metal sound--
"What is this, a WASP concert?" Costigan mutters as he tumbles and comes up under one of the swinging robot arms. It tries to reverse itself and swing back as its motion detectors sense the big man, but it's not fast enough.
Costigan grabs the arm at the swivel joint and pulls, hard. Distorted beyond safe limits, metal collars fail and the joint fails, sending a spray of tiny ball bearings everywhere as it comes apart. There's a bright flash as wires tear loose and short, possibly tripping a breaker somewhere, and Hellbender has an impromptu razor-edged mace in his hand.
The lasers are painful, and Costigan flings himself under some gears just as he spots some kind of turret turning toward him. It points at him--but does not fire.
"Huh?" A quick glance around--darkness still, but the air is full of informative vibrations. "Doesn't want to fire at the machinery, eh? So Mr. Villain is smart enough not to let people lure his own weapons into destroying his base. I can work with that."
Getting out just might be a bit tougher. Costigan spots the access panel to the machine room now, but it's guarded by the laser batteries--there's no vital machinery in the doorway, so they can fire at it freely. On the other hand... he hasn't pulled all the gears down yet. Not even most of them. And those driveshafts go up.
Ducking the occasional saw blade (until it becomes annoying enough to rip out of the wall), Costigan continues methodically tearing gears loose, not stopping until someone stops him, or one of the vertical driveshafts is stilled.
About the third time a laser slashes a limb or buttock that's hanging out too far from the machinery, Costigan decides that he really is not going to put up with that. He wrenches the circular saw blade loose from his impromptu mace-thing and flings it like a chakram straight at the most troublesome laser turret. It explodes in a satisfactory spray of sparks.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Post by Skid-Z on Sept 6, 2012 14:59:52 GMT -5
Whelp! Sorry!
"Samuel Riziello, barista and corporate chauffeur" Samuel answers Stella. Seeing as this remains a competition, he never stops cooking. Still, his eyes are taking in the confines and the layout of the room, looking for vantage points and possible vulnerabilities.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Sept 17, 2012 16:12:19 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm a seamstress!" Susannah says to Stella. Also a rich heiress, but she's not quite so naive as to throw that bit of information around when surrounded by strangers and super-villains.
She peers in confusion through the walls at Imp. "Excuse me, but ex... robot?"
That's certainly different!
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Oct 13, 2012 16:32:37 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping folks due to mega-time out.
"What? Why would you think that?" Imp asks, genuinely baffled. She can't think of anything she said that has anything to do with Stella.
She scowls. Okay, enough of this game - she starts to pull the refrigerator out of place, trying to determine if there's anything useful back there. Or anything she can break.
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Oct 13, 2012 16:39:19 GMT -5
"Because you aren't an ex-robot, so it sure sounded pretty wise-Alec-y to me!" Stella grumbles - and she notices that crack that opened earlier. She tries to open it wider via sheer brute force. "Might as well say you're an ex-unicorn."
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