EMily would come across a number of police cars, surrounding a man who was yelling about being 'real'. The cars, EMily would notice, had a number of odd-looking passengers in the backs.
We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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Noticing that the cars had all stopped to deal with the raving lunatic, Victoria stepped out of the car, though it took her a decent amount of time to figure out how to work the door from the inside. Why even have such inconvenient things? She stepped out of the car and pointed at Devitt with her left hand.
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"Hey! Get down from there or I might just break your legs!"
As Devitt landed his third jump, Stanley decided to try Heroics, since he had the sword and such.
"Yes, what kind of personality do you have, what do you clash with, what do yo-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
The transistor shouted as it was grabbed, and Stanley Entered Turn()
In the blink of an eye, Stanley was behind him, thrusting his Transistor into the ground in a Crash()[footnote]A plunging of the Transistor into the ground, causing a beam of energy or data to flow into the target, leading to a feeling of Nausea and confusion, requires 1.5 seconds to recover from[/footnote], Jaunt()ing[footnote]A flash step[/footnote] behind him to perform a Breech()[footnote]Building energy into the Transistor to drive into it, delivering a massive burst of energy. Also, since it's behind him, gets a backstab bonus[/footnote], then performing a 8()[footnote]A custom one, from the Narrator's trace, 8() being a action that causes a random effect, ranging from causing a existential crisis, stripping the fluffy cushion of perception, making it's target invisible (Which will also render them blind), and five other ones I cannot think up right now[/footnote], thrusting his head into a state of confusion as it began to question it's own existence, whether he was real or not, and whether his actions were his own, or simply a reaction to what goes on around him, as he felt his mind fall apart for a few seconds, and the mind being flexible as it is, recovering in about three seconds, the forced thoughts becoming recognized as not his own, but the words of some pompous bastard, for him to digest as a separate thought, as he was thrown a foot or two.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
The Transistor was, predictable, confused by the sudden random change of scenery and the speeding up of time, and as such, was screaming.
Stanley then stood there, completely and utterly vulnerable for pretty much anything to hit for the next ten seconds.
OoC: I say, since he's apperantly a Wreseler, and those folks (To my limited knowlege) are made of iron, should be fairly fine, just mildly aching, like being thrown out of a ring.
"Yes, what kind of personality do you have, what do you clash with, what do yo-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
The transistor shouted as it was grabbed, and Stanley Entered Turn()
In the blink of an eye, Stanley was behind him, thrusting his Transistor into the ground in a Crash()[footnote]A plunging of the Transistor into the ground, causing a beam of energy or data to flow into the target, leading to a feeling of Nausea and confusion, requires 1.5 seconds to recover from[/footnote], Jaunt()ing[footnote]A flash step[/footnote] behind him to perform a Breech()[footnote]Building energy into the Transistor to drive into it, delivering a massive burst of energy. Also, since it's behind him, gets a backstab bonus[/footnote], then performing a 8()[footnote]A custom one, from the Narrator's trace, 8() being a action that causes a random effect, ranging from causing a existential crisis, stripping the fluffy cushion of perception, making it's target invisible (Which will also render them blind), and five other ones I cannot think up right now[/footnote], thrusting his head into a state of confusion as it began to question it's own existence, whether he was real or not, and whether his actions were his own, or simply a reaction to what goes on around him, as he felt his mind fall apart for a few seconds, and the mind being flexible as it is, recovering in about three seconds, the forced thoughts becoming recognized as not his own, but the words of some pompous bastard, for him to digest as a separate thought, as he was thrown a foot or two.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
The Transistor was, predictable, confused by the sudden random change of scenery and the speeding up of time, and as such, was screaming.
Stanley then stood there, completely and utterly vulnerable for pretty much anything to hit for the next ten seconds.
OoC: I say, since he's apperantly a Wreseler, and those folks (To my limited knowlege) are made of iron, should be fairly fine, just mildly aching, like being thrown out of a ring.
She saw the situation from a distance. Well, here goes nothin'. She re-imaged her gun to disguise it as an electronic tablet she saw while flying down the stairs of the mall. She presumed it must be a thing that's in, as tablets were also familiar to her in the 31st century. She held it in her right hand and approached the odd commotion going on. She kept her distance a bit as the violence quickly broke out.
Her innate sense of electromagnetic fields was giving her some interesting food for thought from Transistor's abilities.
"Now this is peculiar."
Her innate sense of electromagnetic fields was giving her some interesting food for thought from Transistor's abilities.
"Now this is peculiar."
The Krieger watched in utter confusion as the people he sat with rapidly shifted out to beat the ever loving hell out of some man. He sat, watching impassively.
"Ah, Jesus! Oh, what the hell! Oh, me goddamn brain!" Devitt had been drinking pretty heavily, but he didn't think he was "start questioning existence and seeing across dimensions" drunk yet. Thankfully the flash of scrambled information only lasted for a few seconds, and - the warrior that he was - Devitt instinctually swung a punch at his assailant as soon as he regained his senses.
Stanley was then thrown to the ground by the punch directly to the face, Jaunt()ing behind the man again, holding his Transistor, as The Narrator continued to scream bloody murder.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?!? WHAT DID YOU DO!? WHY DID WE MOVE SO FAST!? HOW DID WE- THIS IS STORYBREAKING, STORYBREAKING! The narrator, unaccostomed to Action movies, screamed into Stanley's head while screaming through the Transistor.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?!? WHAT DID YOU DO!? WHY DID WE MOVE SO FAST!? HOW DID WE- THIS IS STORYBREAKING, STORYBREAKING! The narrator, unaccostomed to Action movies, screamed into Stanley's head while screaming through the Transistor.
"Ah, everyone's out to get me! Ah, I wish Machine-Gun and Bad Luck were here..." Devitt worked best when playing with others. He was going to have to make some quick surprise changes to the Bullet Club roster.
"You!" Devitt yelped, pointing at Victoria. "I'm bestowing upon you the tremendous honor of becoming a temporary member of the prestigious Bullet Club! No thanks necessary, you're welcome! Now help me out before these police sympathizers beat me to death!"
"You!" Devitt yelped, pointing at Victoria. "I'm bestowing upon you the tremendous honor of becoming a temporary member of the prestigious Bullet Club! No thanks necessary, you're welcome! Now help me out before these police sympathizers beat me to death!"
"I guess it goes without saying that the loud one with short hair was the one who probably started this brawl. But who are these others?" She mumbled to herself. She then eyed the one other that was a bystander. I don't suppose he knows what might be happening.
She approached the Krieger, greeted him, and asked him in 21st century English if he had any clue as to what was going on.
She approached the Krieger, greeted him, and asked him in 21st century English if he had any clue as to what was going on.
It took Victoria a moment to process what had all just happened in front of her. Her response was to let out a long, deep sigh.
She suggested while cracking the knuckles on her right hand.
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"How about everyone just calm down before I have to break the legs of both of you, nyeh?"Stanley tried his hand at a desperate punch at Devitt, despite being Malnorished from not knowing to eat over the last two days.
The Narrator, in the Transister, spoke through it's speakers "That would be a fitting end to this brawl! Please disable the fool known as Stanley!"
The Narrator, in the Transister, spoke through it's speakers "That would be a fitting end to this brawl! Please disable the fool known as Stanley!"
"Ow! Come on then, yeh scumbag! Catgirl, deal with this insubordinate! You're lucky to have an oppurtunity to prove your loyalty to the Bullet Club so early!" Devitt deliberately ignored everything the catgirl had said, because it almost sounded like she'd refused an invitation to the Bullet Club and Devitt knew such an idea could only be the product of his drink-addled imagination.
Stanley entered Turn() once more, in reaction to the wasted ten seconds by Devitt, jaunting behind him again, and performing a few crashes to his behind, then a Breech, followed by another 8(), this time making him invisble for ten seconds, but leaving him blind for three
Stanley turned to Victoria, confused, while The Narrator continued screaming. He gestured to say again so he could hear.
Stanley turned to Victoria, confused, while The Narrator continued screaming. He gestured to say again so he could hear.
The Krieger sighed, the sound muted by his helmet. he sat back, knowing a commissar of some sort would quickly appear to deal with this deviant. Until he heard the wrestler Declare Insubordination. Growing stiff, The Krieger pulled open the car door, and watched the violence, attempting to determine who was being Insubordinate. "One of those two is being Insubordinate. They must be punished for it." he said to EMily, pulling a laspistol from its holster.
Insubordination is not an acceptable action. The people of Krieg were insubordinate, and the God-Emperor unleashed nuclear hell fire. now we pay the debts our fathers made, an insurmountable blood debt, where every man who dies lessens the load on Krieg as a whole. I, being the only child of Krieg here, must act in duties of Punishing Insubordination.
OOC @Slenn sorry about that.
Insubordination is not an acceptable action. The people of Krieg were insubordinate, and the God-Emperor unleashed nuclear hell fire. now we pay the debts our fathers made, an insurmountable blood debt, where every man who dies lessens the load on Krieg as a whole. I, being the only child of Krieg here, must act in duties of Punishing Insubordination.
OOC @Slenn sorry about that.
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"So that's how it's gonna be then? Fine."OOC: @FPS. It's alright bro'.
"Well, the one called 'Stanley' seems to be in quite some pain. And the one with short hair seems to be declaring the rest as 'police sympathizers.' So I assume he may be a criminal. As for punishment, I don't think if either one of us knows entirely what's going on before we can declare what to do." After seeing Victoria take them both down she made another comment.
"And then there's this third party. A cybernetic cat-girl? Anyways I'll be back."
She pulled herself into the ethereal plane.
OOC: I'll be back in 30 to 40 mins. I'm heading back to my apartment.
"Well, the one called 'Stanley' seems to be in quite some pain. And the one with short hair seems to be declaring the rest as 'police sympathizers.' So I assume he may be a criminal. As for punishment, I don't think if either one of us knows entirely what's going on before we can declare what to do." After seeing Victoria take them both down she made another comment.
"And then there's this third party. A cybernetic cat-girl? Anyways I'll be back."
She pulled herself into the ethereal plane.
OOC: I'll be back in 30 to 40 mins. I'm heading back to my apartment.
"Ah, Jesus... ah, you've turned your back on me..." Devitt was in a world of pain, both in his midsection from Stanley and Victoria's attacks, but also in his heart. He'd never been betrayed by a fellow Club member before. Devitt staggered over to a police-car and leaned against it for support.
He waved a finger in EMily and the Krieger's general direction. "You, you... you're honorary members of the Bullet Club. Prove your loyalty, protect your leader, he's getting fucked up pretty good... teach the deserter what happens when you mess with the Real-" Devitt suddenly dropped to his knees and started vomiting on the car's bonnet. He wasn't in a good state.
He waved a finger in EMily and the Krieger's general direction. "You, you... you're honorary members of the Bullet Club. Prove your loyalty, protect your leader, he's getting fucked up pretty good... teach the deserter what happens when you mess with the Real-" Devitt suddenly dropped to his knees and started vomiting on the car's bonnet. He wasn't in a good state.