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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Apr 10, 2012 22:33:46 GMT -5
M7W3D7, at a big auditorium in Detroit, open
Doctor Fujiyama the Famous Scientist(!) is demonstrating his giant female ninja robot, Nightbird, which has been designed to benefit mankind.
There is just no way this is going to go right, and if Metatron's intelligence is correct, the villainous Bane Crusher and some goons may attempt to steal Nightbird for nefarious purposes. So that is why Metatron is lurking in the rafters, listening absently to the opening as some local roboticist introduces Doctor Fujiyama to the crowd. She pays more attention to the crowd and to the exits.
If Metatron can catch Bane, perhaps she can force some information out of him about what the rest of the Decepticons are planning. She also hopes that perhaps the fighting will attract the attention of the Judge. She knows the Judge is Guzzle. She just needs Guzzle to remember that he is really a tiny tank robot, not a human woman.
Metatron does not expect any of her plans to go properly, either. That is why there is someone else waiting in the rafters with her.
OOC: Bane's player is allowed to run the faceless goons for the duration of the thread. Mentioning of Metatron's mysterious partner done with permission.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Apr 11, 2012 20:12:21 GMT -5
That someone else is none too pleased with the situation as a whole. For one thing, she's wearing a mask. It's a plain one, a simple black thing that looks something like a domino mask (but is less likely to get yanked off), and this concession to one of the stranger aspects of human culture irks her. However, as it turns out, wearing the mask is less annoying than dealing with Xaar- er, Metatron's bugging her to wear the mask, and so there it sits. (Metatron? Really?) She's also wearing a very dark gray outfit, plain with a couple yellow details. It looks like something a biker might wear and, most importantly, it's armored. Nothing strong enough to impact her range of motion or reaction time, but a bit more protection for her slow-healing flesh. She didn't really object to the armor, because she's not stupid. It's tactically sensible, even if the need for it also frustrates.
But there's one more thing that bothers her above all things, something that she would voice, were it not for the need to maintain silence and avoid being noticed:
Emirate Xaaron should not be out here.
She can (and has) gone along with plans that put Xaaron in danger if the payoff is reasonable. But this? She's not important enough among these humans to serve as significant bait. If anything, this, and not the potential theft, are why Imp is here. Someone has to make sure that old buzzard doesn't get her fool self killed.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Apr 12, 2012 16:27:27 GMT -5
Metatron is the Voice of God! Besides, her life came pre-made. It's not that Sharon actually picked that name; this is just the fanfic that Planet Earth wrote about her. Anyway, Metatron is not going to give up fighting crime just because Imp disapproves! It's kind of a rush, actually. She's just glad that she talked Imp into a disguise.
Now Dr. Fujiyama is showing off Nightbird's totally non-violent gymnastics routine... with nunchaku and shuriken.
This is definitely going to benefit mankind.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Apr 12, 2012 20:40:47 GMT -5
Imp raises an eyebrow. Nunchaku and shuriken? Didn't this guy say something about this thing not being created for violent purposes?
She snorts.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 13, 2012 8:45:02 GMT -5
The presentation is suddenly interrupted by the sound of explosions and gunfire somewhere within the building. The various doors into the auditorium blow open with billows of dramatic grey smoke. With an ominous jingle of spurs, a massive figure appears slowly from the haze, decked out in a duster, cowboy hat, and with a red bandana wrapped around the lower half of his face.
Reddish-brown eyes peer balefully out at the crowd from the shadowy space between hat and bandana, and Bane Crusher raises one massive, meaty fist to point directly at Fujiyama's giant female ninja robot, and snarls, "Secure the robot!"
Several goons rush past him out of the smoke, more pouring in from the other entrances. All of them are similarly dressed to Bane as old west bandits. Possibly there was a bulk sale on somewhere for cowboy costumes, and their employer blew all his budget for this heist on those snazzy laser guns they're all carrying.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Apr 19, 2012 16:25:08 GMT -5
The thing about big presentations involving advanced tech is that they tend to often draw a certain kind of attention. Sometimes, of the meta-threat kind. Gertrude knows this, and it's what she's taken to calling an 'easy pay day'. So when the goons come barging in, she's quick to prove Metatron right, barging through one of the side doors, dressed in full combat gear.
"Yippee kaiyee, [saddle lovers]!"
The Judge is in the house, and she announces her presence with expert shots of her gun, firing glue rounds at the goons. "HEY! OVER HERE, UGLIES!"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Apr 19, 2012 17:15:37 GMT -5
"Oh, splendid," Metatron breathes, "You see her?" She points out the Judge for Imp, "She's really Guzzle. She just doesn't remember it yet. Goes by the Judge here and sometimes Gertrude. Don't kill her."
That said, Metatron takes a dive off her rafter and lands on the stage on the other side of Nightbird. The good doctor looks understandably surprised and stressed. She turns to the audience and commands, "You will not panic. You will take note of the nearest exit, as indicated by the lighted exit signs," she points them out, "and evacuate in an orderly fashion. You will not pause and upload a video onto the internet." She pauses a moment and then starts to repeat herself, "You will not panic. You will take note of the nearest exit..."
This is neither glamorous nor glorious, but it is often what Metatron does in a crisis. Getting people out alive and preventing them from trampling each other is just as important as making sure all the bad guys get punched, and Metatron trusts that the Judge and Imp can handle the necessary violence.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Apr 21, 2012 20:05:05 GMT -5
Imp doesn't take time to grunt, or remark about how it's about time, or anything. With a twist of her left arm, she unwraps the chain she keeps wrapped around her forearm in human form and then swings it for a nearby beam. Then, holding onto it, she uses it to swing down from the ceiling. It seems she did a poor job of wrapping the chain around the beam, however, because when she's at the bottom of the arc of her swing, it comes loose - or perhaps that was intentional. The chain was too short to hit the floor, and this lets her into a more controlled dive right into the thick of a group of thugs currently not the subject of a good gluing.
Good hand still holding the chain, hook aimed right towards the nearest thug's head, she yells out, a growl in her voice and a snarl on her lips, "Wreck and rule!"
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Apr 22, 2012 10:53:00 GMT -5
The thugs aren't really paying any attention to the audience, other than to shove them around when they get in the way, so the people are free to not-panic their way out the nearest exits. One particularly ambitious thug attempts to use a civilian as a human shield against The Judge's attacks, but just ends up with the pair of them stuck together. Several other goons find themselves glued up and out of the game, but more take their place, wildly firing laser shots in the Judge's general direction.
After several thugs are taken out by Imp, sprawling unmoving on the ground, the remainder of the group attempts to form a ring around her so that they can attack her one at a time instead of trying to mob her all at once.
Bane just balefully surveys the chaos, then marches determinedly towards the stage, tossing aside civilians and goons alike if they don't get out of his way fast enough. His job is to steal that giant robot, and he'll go through Metatron to get to her.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on May 3, 2012 18:53:12 GMT -5
The Judge is pleased that she got their attention. Of course, this means that she now has lasers shooting towards her. She starts running, strafing the goons and dodging their attacks by diving behind whatever bit of cover she can find. When she ends up kneeling behind a metal table, she notices the other hero. It makes her frown, but really, it's not THAT surprising, and hell, she welcomes it...As long as she gets to bring in the big fish. She has a house to rebuild, she could use the money.
She lets Metatron handle the civilians. She worries about the goons. The Judge digs into one of her many, many pockets, pulling out two grenades. She listens to the steps of the goons, calculating their distance before tossing them blindly. When they explode it's with bright flashes and a lot of noise, which almost drowns out the battle cry of the third hero to enter the scene.
Almost.
"WRECK AND RULE!" She cries it out before she can even wonder why, leaping over the table and firing at the legs and arms of the goons, dispatching them left and right while making her way towards Bonecrusher. She glances at Imp; she can take care of that group. The Judge puts her namesake gun away and reaches for the weapon slung over her back, takes aim, and fires a net at the big lug that's crackling with electricity. Time to go fishin'! With explosives, if this doesn't work.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 9, 2012 10:00:52 GMT -5
The little Wrecker Wreunion warms the cockles of Metattron's heart.
Given that she is now between Bane and the robot, Metatron has to be a bit more concerned about her own safety than the audience. She is metahumanly tough, yes, a courtesy gift from her previous existence as a tank, but she is lacking in a melee fight. Still, Metatron shows no fear. If this is Bonecrusher...
Metatron directs, "You never had a resolution to your fight with Swerve. I hear he's just outside. Wouldn't you rather deal with him than steal this robot?"
Swerve could easily be the name of a meta hero, after all.
Hopefully that will pause him just long enough for the Judge's net to ensnare him.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on May 10, 2012 19:42:23 GMT -5
... Did someone else just shout "Wreck and Rule?"
Yup. Yup, that would the other woman.
Imp will have to worry about that later.
She glances at the ring of thugs, snorts, and swings her chain, wrapping it around one of the thugs near her. She yanks the chain, stepping to the side to send him stumbling past her. Momentum carries him into the thug who had been behind her while she releases him from the chain. As part of the same motion, she swings the thing around in a circle, letting it wrap around her left arm (although in the process it slams into a couple others in the circle, slamming them to the ground). Once it's wrapped, she swings her chain-wrapped fist forward, smashing the nose of one of the few left standing from her original circle. The whole sequence has a sort of brutal grace to it. It would be inappropriate to call the movements 'dance-like,' but there's a sort of savage fluidity to it all.
It's at this point that she realizes that Metatron has... jumped right in front 'Bane.'
That idiot!
She turns to run towards the two. "Xaaron, you moron! Get out of the way!"
OOC: Tearing through of multi-thugs done with permission.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on May 11, 2012 17:48:56 GMT -5
Goons stumble around in confusion as Gertrude's grenades go off, others falling to her and Imp's attacks. But there's yet more to replace them! Really, it's hard to get a count of just how many thugs there are, but there are enough to be a nuisance without overwhelming the heroes.
Bane pauses slightly as Metatron speaks, more in surprise at the mention of Swerve than anything. He snorts and moves to mount the stage. "Beatin' pretty boys to a pulp don't pay the bills." He has a lot of mouths to feed back home.
As he begins to heave himself up, the Judge's net hits him, not quite straight on, and electricity courses through his body, sending him collapsing back to the auditorium floor. Body spasming, Bane lets out an enraged howl, fighting to regain enough control to tear the net away.
OOC: People are free to abuse mooks as they see fit! There's always just enough left to keep things interesting.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on May 15, 2012 12:27:02 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Gertrude due to timeout.
Metatron turns a rather smug smirk on Imp when Bane is netted. She pokes back behind the curtains on the stage, looking to see if Doctor Fujiyama the Famous Scientist(!) has evacuated yet.
Of course not. Metatron gives the doctor a glare and orders, "You're going to remove your peaceful ninja robot from the premises in an orderly fashion."
He starts to move hesitantly toward the control box.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on May 22, 2012 17:03:46 GMT -5
Gertrude bagged herself a man and is about to stomp him into submission! It's like a Saturday at the bar. "But beatin' up uggos pays mine, buster!" She cackles as she runs up to him, upping the voltage steadily, then jumps and aims to land her boot right in Bane Crusher's face.
And then she hears that name.
Xaaron.
"Emirate?" She loses her focuses, misses her mark, and then feels a large hand grab her ankle. "....Oh cr-'' Next thing she knows she's hurled into the stands, leaving a trail of devastated chairs in her wake, and a few end up folded around her hurting body. "....Ow.''
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Bane grabbing and hurling Gertrude done with player permission.
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