We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus reluctantly filed into the car, dematerialising her armour and revealing the Zero Suit beneath to make some room for the others. She really didn't like this, and it was clear on her face, but reasoned it was better to co-operate and get this confusion cleared up than it would be to try and run.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

The officer directed Victoria's attention to the police cars parked next to her, in response to her query.

 

[Wackymon]

Stanley stared at her, and got into the car with Samus. Stanley then immidiately began to grope the women out of loneliness in his fragile little mind, a- Stanley held out his hand to the woman.

Anyone in the car could hear something coming from the transistor, indicating major annoyance.

 

[Slenn]

Spoiler

It would be the first in a long time that EMily would be returning to such a mission. Her hair was a deep navy blue that fell all the way down her back. Her outfit was constructed out of neocarbon fibers, that acted as an insulator and armor. It moved and breathed just like linen cloth. The outfit itself was a modified victorian maid outfit. The dress, headband, and medium heel pumps were colored periwinkle blue. The apron and stockings were white with a hint of blue. And finally the letters "EM" were printed on the bottom half of the apron. The skirt part of the dress fell normally like a lolita's skirt, but could expand into a semi-tutu-like shape to hold more electric charge.

Schrødinger, their android cat, was the first to report to her sisters and her about the situation at hand. Their timeline was once again tied with another one, a terrible condition that seems to exist in the 5th dimension. The only way to resolve this issue, was to locate the origin of this disturbance and return the timeline back to its original status.

For them it was the year 3023 AD. And soon at least one of them would be sent back nearly 1000 years for this job. Time travel was nothing new to them. In fact, they've resolved similar issues twice before for their timeline with the use of their own time machine. The usual paradigm for their time travel operation was to send them one at a time. It had been at least a year for them since the last time they did such an operation.

EMily was the first to travel. A representative for the electromagnetic force, decided to go first once again. Her other sisters, representatives of the other fundamental forces of nature, would be joining her if the threat would increase.

The giant gyroscope-looking device was their time machine, and Schrødinger alerted that the device was ready for travel. It was able to fit one person standing in it at a time. And a nearby console allowed a user to view the destination.

"I have the ethereal device ready for storage. I am ready." She nodded.

"Go get 'em, Em!" Winona, the shortest of the four, squeezed her. And the others piled in.

"Thank you so much!" Her sisters let her go and she proceeded into the time machine. The rings on the time machine spun faster and faster, and soon EMily was shot 1000 years into the past.

EMily found herself in Tokyo, Japan in the dead of night. The sight of it almost took her breath away. Her sense of electromagnetism alerted her to the different signs that were placed on top of the roof of a tall building she stood on.
"Jeez, it never stops to amaze me how different our societies are a millennia apart."

She materialized her gun, Photon, and set it ready to translate the Japanese from this era in time for her to speak.
"I really hope those language records were accurate." She mumbled to herself. The gun was a quantum computer in her hands, able to handle quantum mechanical data on a macroscopic scale. She tested it on the glaring signs, and produced some logical results. It would be sometime before she could act on her own as she had to report to her sisters.

OOC: That's it for me for right now, I'm going to get some dinner soon. She is nowhere near the group at the moment, so please stand by.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus looked at Stanley, then his hand, not really understanding what he was doing.

 

[SamRatsbane]

"Alright, lads, I'll take over from here!" A man called out into the crowd of police officers. He'd somehow managed to climb on top of a police-car whilst nobody was looking.

"Listen up, youse fucks! I've never seen none of you before, but you look like outsiders to me, so there's a couple of things you ought to know about Tokyo, Japan!" The man pointed a finger into the group of strange-looking folk. "Rule number one of Tokyo, Japan, is that you're on Bullet Club territory now, and the Bullet Club runs this place!" Quite contrary to what he was saying, the police-officers made it plainly clear that they didn't recognize the man on the car whatsoever. Indeed, it would probably seem strange to anyone that the self-proclaimed "ruler of Tokyo" spoke only English with an Irish accent.

"Oh, so you wanna know why we run things? Well, I've got a simple answer to that one," the lunatic continued, even though no-one had expressed any such inquiry. "The reason for that one, folks, is that the Bullet Club is reeeeeeeaaaaaallllll." Saying the word "real" had, by the looks of things, given the man atop the car some feeling resembling sexual pleasure. "And if you wanna know who the leader of the Bullet Club is, that's me. The Real Rock 'N' Rolla, Prince Devitt."

The odd man was wearing nothing but a pair of long black boots, knee-pads, black trunks and a garishly-decorated leather jacket, and to illustrate this last point he turned around so that his back was toward the assembly of officers and outsiders and activated the LED lights attached to the back of his jacket. The letters "RNR" appeared and started flashing on the Irishman's back.

 

[Drakmorg]

Victoria watched the crazy man rant with a neutral expression on her face.

"Ugh, this is giving me a headache."

Victoria moaned to herself, massaging her temples with her right hand. She sighed as she waved in compliance to the officer and made her way over to a car. After having some trouble figuring out how to open the door, she managed to find a seat in the car Seras had chosen.

"Hey how's it going?"

She asked.

 

[Wackymon]

Stanley continued to hold out his hand, waiting for Samus to shake it Being too stupid to realize that she didn't realize.

"He's asking you to shake the hand."

 

[FPSfanatic]

The Krieger, now crammed in with multiple people, shifted to try and give the others in the car more space. He seemed to grow passive and relax, loaded into a too small vehivle with a large amount of people.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Once everyone was in, the cars drove off to the police station.

 

[SamRatsbane]

"Ah, Jesus! You fucking dickhead!" Devitt yelped, dropping to his tummy and clutching the siren of the car he was atop. Either the police-officer hadn't noticed he was up there, or - more likely, as Devitt was being as obnoxiously loud as he could - he'd decided to start driving anyway in the hopes of shaking Devitt off and badly hurting him when he fell. Devitt was a nimble fella, though, and he'd had the quick wits he needed to stay on the roof of the vehicle once it started moving.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus looked at the Transistor disbelievingly, then shook Stanley's hand. It was a bit stiff and rusty. She looked to the raving man outside, noting he'd probably fall off as soon as the car moved.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

The police officer, only just now realising that it was his car Devitt was riding on, stopped slowly, to avoid injuring the passenger on the roof. The officer opened the passenger side door to tell Devitt to get in.

 

[Wackymon]

Stanly shook Samus's head, hearing the thump on the roof as Devitt held onto the car. He looked to see if he could roll down the windows, and then held out his hand to Devitt if he could.

"Idiot..." The Narator said, before asking The Krieger, "What kind of Character are you?" The Narrator said, seeking to see what kind of story he could weve out of this group of misfits.

 

[SamRatsbane]

Devitt jumped off the roof and landed on the officer with both feet on his chest, stomping him into the ground.

"Haha, I got you, you bastard! That's what you get when you mess with the Real Rock 'N' Rolla! You thought you could pull one over on me, thought maybe you wanted a slice of that sweet Bullet Club pie and you could kill your way straight to the top? You're gonna have to wake up earlier in the morning-" Devitt stepped off the officer and climbed back on top of the police-car, then jumped off and double-stomped him again. Then he continued his profanity-laced rant, taking particular care to detail how "real" he was.

 

[Slenn]

After getting her bearings straight, she tuned her EM sense to listen in on radio waves. Searching for any frequency that corresponded to a police station, she had Photon translate the speech for her into 31st century English. There seemed to be talk of some strange folk near a set of police cars. The location was only a few blocks away.

"Alright, now to get down from here." But I can't make myself fly down, that would draw too much attention at this point. I'll have to take the stairs. She found the entrance to the stairs from the roof.

After a few moments she found herself passing through some curious bystanders. Photon was able to translate some sentences as she passed by others on the stairs:



She got to the bottom of the stairs and followed the radio signal to the source.

 

[SamRatsbane]

OoC: Really? REALLY?!

Besides, I thought AJ was the leader.

OOC: You and me are friends now. Man, I really wasn't expecting a single person to recognize my dude. You barely meet any wrestling fans online, let alone people who know about New Japan.

 

[FPSfanatic]

The Krieger looked to the Narrator, his mask hiding any emotions he'd feel. "Character?" he asked, sucking in air.

The device seems made of a special polymer, and its spirit is much more flagrantly alive then most are. The metal tabs on the end indicate insertion, possibly an offensive machine spirit killing tool. Avoid.