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by Mavorpen » Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:59 pm
by Charmera » Sat Jun 25, 2016 9:47 pm
Mavorpen wrote:The warehouse was one of many throughout New York City that was owned by the Future Foundation, however it was one of the few that was owned without public disclosure. To the naked eye, it was an average warehouse that simply stored boxes filled with...something. The warehouse utilized special cloaking technology developed by Jamal that could fool anyone suspicious enough to look through the windows of the warehouse. The sign hanging on the front doors reading 'DO NOT ENTER, VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED!' also helped. There were other features of course, such as soundproofing, which masked the screams coming from within.
"My patience is wearing thin, Jacob..." A man spat. He wore a lab coat, black pants and boots, and gloves that altogether seemed as though it was a costume he'd stolen from a Party City during Halloween. In front of him sat another man, Jacob, strapped to a chair--the two surrounded by 20 armed guards. Connected to the chair was a helmet, which was fixed upon his head. A piece of metal extended forward and then down perpendicular to the ground, and then towards him, parallel to the ground. The tip of the metal piece was an extremely thin needle that was virtually invisible to the naked eye. And it was mere centimeters from the cornea of Jacob's right eye.
"Fuck you." Jacob growled.
"Very well." The man in the lab coat sighed. He raised a remote-like device up in his hand and pressed a button, causing the needle to enter Jacob's eye. Jacob began howling in pain as it slowly dug deeper into his eye. "Ms. Yu-ri is truly diabolical indeed, to design such a torture device. I can poke and prod at your optic nerve all I like, as the needle releases a biological agent that accelerates the regeneration of cells. I could, quite literally, do this all night if necessary. Now, are you going to tell me to whom you sent that message to, and what its contents were?"
Jacob took rapid, deep breaths as the needle emerged from his eye. He then released a pained, but confident chuckle. "What the hell...? Might as well tell you, since you'll find out soon enough." He then looked up and stared the main in the eyes. "She knows." The man in the lab coat understood immediately.
"Pack everything up, now!" He shouted at the men, gesturing at the plethora of alien weaponry scattered around the warehouse --some lying on tables and halfway taken apart while others were being displayed in glass cases.
"Too late." A voice called out from behind. The man in the lab coat whipped around immediately, seeing Jamal--now cleaned up and sporting a purple/yellow suit--standing in front of the warehouse's front doors and staring at him in utter confusion. There was no indication whatsoever that he had even entered the warehouse--the doors were sealed shut, and there were no signs of any of the windows being broken into. "Oh, Dr. Jackson..." Jamal sighed. In an instant, he was standing a mere foot in front of the researcher, "You disappoint me. You know I don't like being disappointed." Dr. Jackson screeched out in fear, and he fumbled backwards, tripping and falling onto his behind. He began clumsily sliding himself backwards on the ground as Jamal casually strolled forward. "I hired you because I trusted you to help turn my ideas into a reality. I have so many of them that unfortunately, there isn't enough time in a day for me to get through them all. Instead, I find you going against a direct order not to get involved with alien weaponry."
Dr. Jackson was barely listening. Instead, he was racking his brain, trying to find answers to a myriad of questions. How did Jamal get into the warehouse? How did Jamal approach him so quickly? Very few individuals knew about his abilities, and Dr. Jackson was most certainly not one of them. But most importantly, he asked himself how he could get out of the situation alive. Dr. Jackson quickly surmised that his best bet at the moment would be to keep Jamal talking until he could find an appropriate course of action to diffuse the situation. He slowly stood up, barely able to contain the shaking of his body that gave away his fear. "I...S-sir, with all due respect, I just don't understand why you disagree with the research I have done here. I have advanced my understanding of science far more than I could have studying mere Earth-based technology."
"And that is exactly the problem." Jamal said, his eyes narrowing. "It's too easy. It's entirely fine if you want to take the easy way out. It's entirely fine if you want to peddle the mindset that humans are inferior, and that we need to be coddled like babies in order to reach our full potential. However, you will not do so while being funded by me. You see, I like to think otherwise--that we can reach that potential with our own intellectual capabilities."
"But--" Dr. Jackson began, but was immediately cut off due to receiving a punch square in the jaw by Jamal. The researcher's knees began to give as he began losing consciousness. Jamal grabbed him by the collar and lightly slapped his cheek multiple times.
"No no, I'm not done here." Jamal scowled. "Even ignoring the philosophical quandary this places us in, it raises practical dilemmas as well. You're dealing with the black market of alien weaponry. You're a scientist, you see. You ultimately hold zero weight in the eyes of the scumbags making up the criminal underground. They operate through fear and money. If one of them figures out your connection to me, because you've hidden your actions from me, I can't be there to scare them. And they'll sell that information to the highest bidder. That forms a crack in the system I've built. And once that crack forms, it's a bitch to fix." Jamal pulled him closer, to where their faces were mere inches apart. "Do you understand?" Jamal asked through gritted teeth, to which Dr. Jackson weakly nodded. "Good." Jamal smiled. He then punched him again. And again. And again. Dr. Jackson's body went limp as he began gurgling due to blood filling his mouth. He then took one last gasp and Jamal released his collar, letting his lifeless body crumple to the ground. Jamal then looked up at the armed guards around the bound Jacob. "I can see it on your faces. 'That was excessive!' No. It was necessary. Get it?" Jamal snarled.
The soldiers were silent and didn't move a single inch. Jamal took their silence as a sign that they definitely did get it. "Excellent." Jamal said, throwing up his hands that were suddenly no longer covered in blood. "Now, do you all remember the last order Dr. Jackson gave you before he met his unfortunate end?" The soldiers collectively nodded. "Good. Well, now I'm giving the order. I suggest you get going post-haste." The soldiers immediately began scrambling to begin cleaning the warehouse of all alien weaponry.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Shadowwell » Sat Jun 25, 2016 9:58 pm
by Mavorpen » Sat Jun 25, 2016 11:02 pm
Charmera wrote:waifu appears
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Jun 26, 2016 2:42 am
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Hold on a moment, there is something amiss here, fellow heroine. Are you not synthetic?
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OMG! It was a joke buddy (->_>)-
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by Charmera » Sun Jun 26, 2016 3:23 am
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Charmera wrote:---
"Judging by your absolutely revolting hygiene and by that cheesy smell of doritos that you exude like a fancy dame exudes perfume, I can tell that you've been bored out of your mind for the past... let's see... one hour? Two? Somewhere around there, I'd say. Another thing I would say is please don't come any closer to me, I don't want to have to deal with any barbecue sauce on my clothes or something similarly absurd and unbecoming like that. If you're wondering how in hell I know what you're looking like right now, that's because of the camera I put in the entrance to my workshop just in case someone like you came to bother me. She told me you were coming. Now if you can just stand still for a minute or two and be polite enough not to touch anything, I will be done with this matter and then I will be in a position to humor your petty desires."
The owner of the haughty voice that was currently belittling Hannah was a young man just one year her elder, with short brown hair and soft blue eyes which were currently fixated on the machine in front of him, a blue, silver and gold technological armor he had named Leonidas. The power suit was floating above some sort of mechanical pedestal, with what appeared to be a matching capital on the ceiling, the two structures connected by a haze of ethereal blue light in which the armor was suspended. The young techno-empath stood in front of it clad in a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, with a puffy white cap with a brown visor on his head, and several tools were next to him, stationed on a small brown table.
"Come on... What's troubling you, big guy?" Weiss mumbled. To anyone else, it seemed like he was talking to himself, but those privy to his abilities would know that he was in fact communing with the machine in front of him. Currently, Leonidas was in a state that one could compare to slumber, suspended as it was in front of Weiss, but the subtle signals that it was able to send even in such a state were enough to guide the techno-empath to the root of the problem. Looking at the armor suit's knee, he frowned and began removing the plating that covered that part of the machine. Underneath, an assortment of wires was present, and a few of them appeared to be damaged. Smiling slightly, the young man nodded.
"So that's what's hurting you. Just hold on a moment." He muttered, and then began soldering the wire and replacing the rubber covering where it was damaged. For someone with remarkable savvy manufacturing things, it was a fairly short task, and it did not take long before he was done. Putting aside his tools, he smiled and patted the armor's shoulder, having to reach up a bit due to his slightly shorter than usual height and the armor's mid-air status.
Then, he finally turned to look at Hannah, taking note of how exact his camera's description had been. "Now then, since I have finished the far more important task that was drawing my attention, I suppose I can set aside some time to tend to your matters. What do you want, Grimm?" He asked.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Charmera » Sun Jun 26, 2016 3:29 am
Mavorpen wrote:Charmera wrote:waifu appears
Jamal was surprised, to say the least, of the appearance of the large blue woman. Though, admittedly, he was more annoyed than surprised, as her flashy entrance could have easily drawn attention to the warehouse--attention that was definitely unneeded the urgency of the situation at hand. Suddenly, the woman started speaking in an alien language. Her booming voice reverberated throughout the warehouse and Jamal could sense the fear in the soldiers behind him, causing him to roll his eyes. They were definitely the sort of low quality help that Dr. Jackson would hire.
Still, he couldn't deny that she was an imposing figure, but unfortunately, he didn't have time to worry about that as she suddenly started speaking English and began expressing frustration with the fact that he had killed Dr. Jackson. The word that he focused on was 'bounty,' and it only became even more important when she seemed to suggest that a bounty had been placed on him as well. "Clearly, my PR department isn't doing as well as it should if there's a bounty on my head." Jamal remarked. He hadn't said that just for the fun of it. In the span of that statement, he ran through multiple options to how to best deal with the situation and quickly reached one.
"Sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to reject your request." Jamal said, as he pressed a button on his watch, causing it to release a high pitched noise that almost immediately caused every soldier as well as Jacob to become unconscious. He anticipated that it wouldn't be enough to produce the same effect. The purpose was to take out the soldiers so that they wouldn't get in the way and hopefully distract the blue alien woman for at least a split second. He immediately lunged into the air at her and then instantly, he closed the gap between the two. It was a simple trick: divide by zero on the space of his choice using himself, thereby allowing himself to teleport. He swung his leg at her, performing a powerful midair roundhouse kick aimed at her temple.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Spindle » Sun Jun 26, 2016 9:49 am
by Shadowwell » Sun Jun 26, 2016 12:42 pm
by Mavorpen » Sun Jun 26, 2016 1:14 pm
Charmera wrote:"Eh. I always say if you're pissing someone off, you must be doing something right." She remarked in response to his quip. But then the was that high pitched sound that while it did annoy her it was not nearly enough to down her like it did the guards. But what happened next was somewhat less easy to shrug off. The kick to the head was hard to anticipate for. It might have hurt even more had she not eaten a hearty meal before the fight, just in case. As it stood, it managed to dislodge her position slightly, sending her one step back as her head pushed away from the strike. But she did not fall.
The Thargan turned her head to face her opponent once more. Her smile widening. "I really hoped that you would do that." She spoke, the air around her suddenly soaring in tempreature. "Try not to die human. I don't get the rewards unless you're alive." She spoke, before punching at her opponent, however this was not a normal punch, as her first was engulfed in a blue hot flame. In fact much of her body was now on fire, but that didn't seem to matter to the Thargan.
by The United Equstrian Front » Sun Jun 26, 2016 2:19 pm
Shadowwell wrote:Snip
by The Starlight » Sun Jun 26, 2016 4:47 pm
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Status: BusyStatus: @FinalBoss: Because every-time you guys eat steak or meatballs or hamburgers, my mind flashes back to the sight of how that slice of meat came to be, the name of the animal it belonged to and the inhumane practices condoned by the big players in the meat-packing industry. It's not the fault of individual farmers, but once they sign those contracts, they are obligated by law to follow the conditions of the company who provides them with the animals and equipment, and those conditions, of cutting off the beaks of animals and feeding cow meat to cows, to name a few, are among things I cant tolerate. Not like I can do anything about it, however...for now. #ReformAgriculture. #EndInhumanity.
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I'm a big fan, Valancy, but I've got one question. Where is dat hawt sidekick of yours, the deliciously named Night Shadow?!?
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by Tomia » Sun Jun 26, 2016 6:55 pm
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Jun 26, 2016 7:55 pm
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by Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Sun Jun 26, 2016 9:10 pm
Shadowwell, Spindle, Esternial, and UEF wrote:-fhtagn intensifies-
by Ularn » Mon Jun 27, 2016 1:20 am
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by Charmera » Mon Jun 27, 2016 8:01 am
Mavorpen wrote:Charmera wrote:"Eh. I always say if you're pissing someone off, you must be doing something right." She remarked in response to his quip. But then the was that high pitched sound that while it did annoy her it was not nearly enough to down her like it did the guards. But what happened next was somewhat less easy to shrug off. The kick to the head was hard to anticipate for. It might have hurt even more had she not eaten a hearty meal before the fight, just in case. As it stood, it managed to dislodge her position slightly, sending her one step back as her head pushed away from the strike. But she did not fall.
The Thargan turned her head to face her opponent once more. Her smile widening. "I really hoped that you would do that." She spoke, the air around her suddenly soaring in tempreature. "Try not to die human. I don't get the rewards unless you're alive." She spoke, before punching at her opponent, however this was not a normal punch, as her first was engulfed in a blue hot flame. In fact much of her body was now on fire, but that didn't seem to matter to the Thargan.
Jamal wasn't surprised to see that his kick didn't manage to phase her to a significant degree and only forced her back a single step. He had already assumed that her large build wasn't just for show, and this merely validated that assumption. He was a bit taken aback when her body suddenly became engulfed in blue flames. To be honest, from her demeanor, he had expected her to be more...physical. Granted, she was ultimately still punching him, but the added bonus of the flames was odd to him.
In the end though, he wasn't all that worried. While she was rather quick for someone of her size and stature, he could tell that she was still holding back. Plus, it was obvious anyway give the fact that she openly admitted that she needed her bounties alive. That was her mistake. While Jamal also held back, he ultimately had no qualms about killing her, unlike her--a fact that he would make sure to exploit. He also made note of the fact that the alien was unaffected by her own flames, and he concluded that she simply didn't feel the temperature of the flames, which was ultimately beneficial to him.
Jamal's ability was extremely versatile, and initially, he thought it was simple transmutation. But in reality, it was more than that. Even concepts were susceptible to it. He divided by 0 on the concept of 'hot' using the concept of 'cold'. Because they were opposites, they nullified one another and the flames no longer gave off any heat. However, because the alien didn't appear to feel them anyway, he'd hoped that she wouldn't notice. He dodged at the last second, stumbling backwards in an attempt to seem urgent to get away from the flames. He then jumped backwards to further distance himself, hoping to bait her into believing she was pressing him.
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His arms crossed, Weiss listened to the wolf-eared girl in front of him speak her request, apparently hoping he would somehow get her a laptop. She didn't say why, but it was painfully obvious that she only wanted it so that she would have something to distract herself with, given how she had clearly been indulging in rather messy eating sprees to keep herself busy. Regardless of the motive, it would be the easiest thing in the world to build her a brand new, top-level gaming laptop with the junk lying around his workshop if he didn't indeed have a spare or two lying around somewhere, but he was still fairly annoyed that she interrupted his work for something silly like that, especially since he had been contemplating giving Leonidas a few more upgrades. But he supposed it was no trouble either way, so there was no reason to be like that.
Hearing what she requested afterwards at the end of a pause, though, the techno-empath's hand greeted his face vehemently.
"You want... a steak machine?" He asked, his eye twitching. Of all the strange, dumb and useless things that he had ever been asked to make, and there had been many such requests forwarded to him during the days before he joined the Warhounds, a steak machine was without a doubt the dumbest, and narrowly avoided being the strangest; its usefulness could be debated, he thought, but that wasn't the point here.
"First of all, meat donuts aren't a thing!" He practically snarled, though he quickly regained his composure. For one, it was unbecoming to do talk to someone like that, even if so far said person hadn't shown a lick of intelligence, and there was also the fact that she would probably beat him in a snarling contest if it came down to that, what with the wolf ears and all. "Alright, my bad on that outburst. Nonetheless, you're asking for something absurd. First of all, do you even know how a vending machine works? Someone has to stock them regularly. I assume you don't want this hypothetical steak machine to dispense the steaks raw, so there would have to be an integrated cooking mechanism. That's easy, but like I said, someone has to go buy the steaks and put them in the machine, and if you can't be bothered to buy one and cook it, I doubt you'd be willing to do that; I know I'm not. Either way it would essentially be the same as if you bought them in bulk and I cooked them here, without the need of a vending machine." The young man explained, heading to one of the piles of materials present in his room and rummaging through it.
"Basically, your idea is flawed on so many levels I'm surprised even you had the lack of common sense required to come up with it. You should be honored that-Oh, what's this?" Weiss trailed of after seemingly finding something in the pile, carefully putting aside some of the materials on it in order to dig out his treasure. It was a sleek-looking red laptop with some sort of dinosaur skull design, and after picking it up, he stood up and walked back to Hannah.
"Well, what do you know, I did have a spare. Here's your laptop, it's got a next-gen processor and... Well, you probably don't care about my technobabble anyway, so just take it." The young man said, beginning to extend the laptop to her, though he froze half-motion as he gave Hannah another once-over. Slightly curling his lip for a moment, he looked at her with an awkward stare. "On second thought... Would you terribly mind washing up a little before I give it to you? If not a shower, then at least wash your hands. There's a restroom over there." He pointed at a nearby door, still holding the laptop just out of Hannah's reach.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Finland SSR » Mon Jun 27, 2016 8:23 am
by Zarkenis Ultima » Mon Jun 27, 2016 2:49 pm
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by Shadowwell » Mon Jun 27, 2016 2:59 pm
Fascist Republic Of Bermuda wrote:Shadowwell, Spindle, Esternial, and UEF wrote:-fhtagn intensifies-
The White House
Washington, D.C., U.S.A.
The voice that left the man's mouth was wrong. Not incorrect, Kenner had no evidence to disprove the blue-haired man's claims, the voice itself was just... wrong. It sounded almost exactly like a normal voice having a pleasant conversation except for two major things: The man was a hundred yards away, and something about the voice was off in a fundamental way that Kenner couldn't quite pin down. It seemed like Nightingale's friend was the huggy blob, and the not-man was something of an enemy that had something they wanted. On top of all of that, Asset Charlie Lima quite literally dropped in, gave the soldiers a wave, and focused on the confrontation. Kenner needed to get down there. Now.
"Ramirez, Mister Blue-Hair tries anything, blow him to kingdom come." Kenner ordered, Ramirez nodded. Kenner patted the soldier on the shoulder and sprinted inside the White House. He rushed out of the building as quickly as he could, the entire time yelling into his radio. "Jenkins! Parker! Out front, stat!"
By the time Kenner burst out on the White House Lawn, Jenkins and Parker were standing there, eyeing the developing situation with increasing discomfort. Parker fiddled with her SCAR-H. Jenkins gripped his own M249 SAW tightly. Even with their faces concealed beneath their gas masks, it was obvious the two did not like where this was going. Kenner himself was nervous beyond belief, but he did not show it. Officers must make good examples for their men.
"Parker," Kenner began, cocking his G3, "Charlie Lima. Tell him he's gonna wait for this shit to go south, then get to cover. Jenkins, set up a firing position... there. I want a firing arc encompassing all three," he motioned to Nightingale, Jasmine, and Steve, "for when shit hits the fan. I'll jump into this shitstorm on my own. No matter what happens, if this goes south, open fire. I'm dead either way. Understood?"
Jenkins and Parker both saluted, Parker with a half-sarcastic "Lima Charlie!" ("Loud & Clear") and Jenkins with a more straightforward "Sir, yes sir!", before moving out. Kenner himself marched off, taking a deep breath and attempted to keep calm. Okay, Bobby, he thought, Just talk with a fucking psychotic monster that is something straight from fucking Lovecraft's nightmares. No big deal. C'mon, Bobby, you can do this.
By now Kenner was much closer to the standoff. He could see Huggy Blob in all its gut-wrenching glory, looking like it was fighting itself. Kenner held back vomit. Bobby. Mister Blue-Hair. Focus on Mister Blue-hair he chided himself. Hopefully Huggy Blob wasn't like this the whole time. But he wasn't here to worry about the blob. He was here to talk to Mister Blue-Hair.
"Well." Kenner managed, focusing squarely on Mister Blue-Hair, "Captain Kenner, SEEKER. Some revere me as CO. That thing you mentioned is an FIM-92 Stinger MANPAD, a precaution, a bit of security for my ever-so-fragile self. It stays. I hope you don't mind. Now, I'm here to clean up this shitstorm. Starting with," Kenner pointed his G3 at Huggy Blob and Nightingale, "You helping this merc and her friend. I don't much care to be standing out here in the open exposed to X-Ray fire, so please hurry up."
While Kenner dug himself into his own hole, Second Lieutenant Olivia Parker approached Clarence, or, as SEEKER knew him, Asset Charlie Lima. Parker had received a through briefing- a crystalline being in human disguise, possessing a "child-like" intelligence, but extremely powerful- on his abilities, saying the squad was to meet with him at Whiskey Hotel. But she never thought she'd have to interact with him. With little choice, Parker chose to poke Clarance on the shoulder with the barrel of her SCAR. Wouldn't want to see if a mere touch would cut her, no?
"Hey, Charlie Lima," Parker said, something of a slight hint of amusement in her voice, "Lieutenant Parker, SEEKER. I'm a friend. Kenner, our boss," A motion towards the Captain, "Is advising you to act only if things go south- er, that is, if the guy with the blue hair acts up. Focus on Blue Hair Guy. The lizard and blob are ours, I think. Just wait for us to start shooting before you do your thing, okay?"
by Siliarba » Mon Jun 27, 2016 3:29 pm
Tomia wrote:Cora
Cora was shocked by the woman's response. Usually petty criminals merely ran off scared when they saw her. This one was clearly not intimidated. Cora frowned at her words. She was not used to being spoken to like that and she didn't like it. She felt a rush of anger and a desire to snap but she forced those thoughts down. She was supposed to take the high road. What kind of superhero would she be if she started fighting every person that made her mad?
She took a deep breath and sighed, "Look, I don't want to fight. Can't you just tell me why you're doing this? You know I used to do stuff like this. I realized though that I was just calling out for attention. I'm in the business of helping people, so is there anything I can do to help?"
by Indo-pasif archipelago » Mon Jun 27, 2016 4:09 pm
by Esternial » Mon Jun 27, 2016 7:02 pm
Fascist Republic Of Bermuda wrote:Shadowwell, Spindle, Esternial, and UEF wrote:-fhtagn intensifies-
The White House
Washington, D.C., U.S.A.
The voice that left the man's mouth was wrong. Not incorrect, Kenner had no evidence to disprove the blue-haired man's claims, the voice itself was just... wrong. It sounded almost exactly like a normal voice having a pleasant conversation except for two major things: The man was a hundred yards away, and something about the voice was off in a fundamental way that Kenner couldn't quite pin down. It seemed like Nightingale's friend was the huggy blob, and the not-man was something of an enemy that had something they wanted. On top of all of that, Asset Charlie Lima quite literally dropped in, gave the soldiers a wave, and focused on the confrontation. Kenner needed to get down there. Now.
"Ramirez, Mister Blue-Hair tries anything, blow him to kingdom come." Kenner ordered, Ramirez nodded. Kenner patted the soldier on the shoulder and sprinted inside the White House. He rushed out of the building as quickly as he could, the entire time yelling into his radio. "Jenkins! Parker! Out front, stat!"
By the time Kenner burst out on the White House Lawn, Jenkins and Parker were standing there, eyeing the developing situation with increasing discomfort. Parker fiddled with her SCAR-H. Jenkins gripped his own M249 SAW tightly. Even with their faces concealed beneath their gas masks, it was obvious the two did not like where this was going. Kenner himself was nervous beyond belief, but he did not show it. Officers must make good examples for their men.
"Parker," Kenner began, cocking his G3, "Charlie Lima. Tell him he's gonna wait for this shit to go south, then get to cover. Jenkins, set up a firing position... there. I want a firing arc encompassing all three," he motioned to Nightingale, Jasmine, and Steve, "for when shit hits the fan. I'll jump into this shitstorm on my own. No matter what happens, if this goes south, open fire. I'm dead either way. Understood?"
Jenkins and Parker both saluted, Parker with a half-sarcastic "Lima Charlie!" ("Loud & Clear") and Jenkins with a more straightforward "Sir, yes sir!", before moving out. Kenner himself marched off, taking a deep breath and attempted to keep calm. Okay, Bobby, he thought, Just talk with a fucking psychotic monster that is something straight from fucking Lovecraft's nightmares. No big deal. C'mon, Bobby, you can do this.
By now Kenner was much closer to the standoff. He could see Huggy Blob in all its gut-wrenching glory, looking like it was fighting itself. Kenner held back vomit. Bobby. Mister Blue-Hair. Focus on Mister Blue-hair he chided himself. Hopefully Huggy Blob wasn't like this the whole time. But he wasn't here to worry about the blob. He was here to talk to Mister Blue-Hair.
"Well." Kenner managed, focusing squarely on Mister Blue-Hair, "Captain Kenner, SEEKER. Some revere me as CO. That thing you mentioned is an FIM-92 Stinger MANPAD, a precaution, a bit of security for my ever-so-fragile self. It stays. I hope you don't mind. Now, I'm here to clean up this shitstorm. Starting with," Kenner pointed his G3 at Huggy Blob and Nightingale, "You helping this merc and her friend. I don't much care to be standing out here in the open exposed to X-Ray fire, so please hurry up."
While Kenner dug himself into his own hole, Second Lieutenant Olivia Parker approached Clarence, or, as SEEKER knew him, Asset Charlie Lima. Parker had received a through briefing- a crystalline being in human disguise, possessing a "child-like" intelligence, but extremely powerful- on his abilities, saying the squad was to meet with him at Whiskey Hotel. But she never thought she'd have to interact with him. With little choice, Parker chose to poke Clarance on the shoulder with the barrel of her SCAR. Wouldn't want to see if a mere touch would cut her, no?
"Hey, Charlie Lima," Parker said, something of a slight hint of amusement in her voice, "Lieutenant Parker, SEEKER. I'm a friend. Kenner, our boss," A motion towards the Captain, "Is advising you to act only if things go south- er, that is, if the guy with the blue hair acts up. Focus on Blue Hair Guy. The lizard and blob are ours, I think. Just wait for us to start shooting before you do your thing, okay?"
by The United Equstrian Front » Mon Jun 27, 2016 7:30 pm
Esternial,Shadowwell, Spindle wrote:Snip
by Tomia » Mon Jun 27, 2016 8:11 pm
Siliarba wrote:Diva: "I am edge. Your kindness and reasonableness offends me. Eat paint ginger.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Jamie: Babe-magnet at the burger joint. What could possibly go wrong?!
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