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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 10, 2020 2:25:38 GMT
COMING SOON!
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 11, 2020 21:05:09 GMT
Megalopolis City.
2034. Night.
The S.S. Joyland floated innocently in the water while looking out at the beautiful shining city that lit up the night. The Yacht was a 50-meter-long luxury yacht that boasted state-of-the-art facilities and luxury rooms and swimming pools right out of luxury hotels! The Joyland was originally owned by hedonistic billionaire Johnathan Joseph Harrington Price III, an old associate of a Mr. Christopher Greyman until Jonathan discovered Christopher's particular proclivities and vices and sold him out to quote unquote proper authorities. After Christopher disappeared, presumably into some black site in the middle of bumfrick nowhere, Jonathan went out of his way to take over Christopher's massive holdings company, making him even more obscenely wealthy. Naturally, he'd thrown a party aboard his yacht to celebrate and that brought us to now. The party had been winding down when an army of clowns swarmed the ship out of nowhere! They shot his security first and then pinned down the rest of them while equipment was moved onto the Joyland. Missiles. The clowns had missile launchers set up on the bow of the ship and pointed at the city. That was when their leader entered clad in a red and black striped suit and pants with slick black shoes with a black and white striped trench coat over it. His most notable feature was the skinned face of a clown sewn over his own face with blood over the mouth and spread upwards in a macabre smile and blue diamond facepaint over the eyes to go with the white facepaint around the face. It was topped off with his wild red hair like the flames of hell. He called himself Mr. Deadpan. Leader of the Order Of Joy. This of course being the Troupe of Clowns currently harassing them. "Honestly Jonny! You should be happy! This city is about to go up in FLAMES and you've got a front row seat to the whole show!" Mr.Deadpan laughed. "We're going to destroy this city and burn it to the ground and you get to watch the whole shebang in real time!" He slapped the already battered Jonathan upside the head as he laughed again. Jonathan was a bloody mess. His nose smashed and his eyes almost shut with swelling. His arms are wrapped round his guts like he's holding them in and to be honest he's beat so bad he could be. "See? The first thing we're going to do, once my boys call me up to let me know everything's ready to go, is set off the bombs around the city. Boom Boom BOOM! Fire, chaos, death and destruction everywhere! Then we launch these bad boys!" He drummed on one of the missiles. "To burn up the rest! Then my boys will hit the city and plug whoever's left! Ohhh but this is just the opening act! For you see my good man! Once my other friends hear about the party, they'll set off bombs in other cities to repeat the joke! In just one night whole cities are going to burn to the ground! The best party ever! Talk about a celebration am I right?" He laughed while the rich man gritted his teeth and looked up at him. "Y-you...you're...in...sane! In...sane. Monster. You'll...n-never..g...et away with...this." He tried to drag himself to his feet. "I-I won't..l-let you..." Deadpan responded by kicking him back to the floor. "I like you Jonny! You got guts! It'll be a pleasure to carve them out when we're done here. But for right now!" He grabbed Johnny, dragged him up to his feet and ran forward and flung him against the railing. "GET COMFORTABLE! The show is about to start!" Johnny screamed in pain and nearly fell over the railing but the clown grabbed his shirt and flung him back down to the floor. "I said to get comfy didn't I? Come on buddy, pay attention!" A young woman in a dark blue and red stitched together jester costume with her makeup designed to look like a monster merrily skipped towards them. "Hey boss! I've got some good news! We're all set up!" She handed him a phone. "Excuse me a moment while I take this." He stepped on Jonny and accepted the phone. "Hey guys talk to me! Are we ready to start the fireworks?" A pause. "Hello? Marbles? Berry? Molly? Anybody there?" He looked at the phone and back at Madcap. "Hey Maddy? Are you sure you got the right number?" "I'm sure! Marbles just called!" "Huh." He hung up and called another one of them. Nothing. He called another one. Nothing. He called another one. Nothing. "What is going on?" A SHORT WHILE AGO! "Whooo! I think that's the last of it." Marbles sighed as he finished setting the C4 and Semtex. "Man that's a lot. This whole skyscraper is going to blow sky high!" "I can't wait! This is going so fucking awesome!" Berry laughed and clapped her hands. "You think the boss is going to be happy with us?" Molly giggled while setting up her own bombs. "He'll be super super duper happy!" Cornflake laughed as she finished wrapping one of the guards in bombs. "We're going to be partying for weeks after this!" "Hiding all of these explosives down here for all of these weeks has been tedious as hell but man is it going to be worth it! The Order Of Joy is about to blow everyone's minds!" Binky giggled as the room started to darken. "We ready everyone?" "We're ready!" They declared. However, the moment Cornflake turned his attention away from their hostages they were pulled away into the darkness and disappeared completely. "Then make the call Marbles!" Binky called over to him. "And we'll start the show!" Marbles took out his phone and called Madcap. "Hey Maddy! Is the boss there with you? Because I've got good news for him!" That was when the darkness surrounded the room. The darkness robbed them of their best senses and replaced with a paralyzing fear. "Huh? Hey, where did the ligh-" He was cut off as the darkness swallowed them. It suffocated their bodies like a damp, musty, thick blanket clinging to every inch of their skin. It surrounded everything. It ate up everything in its path. It did not give them any mercy as it destroyed them. The phone clattered to the floor while the explosives around the room were pulled away into the darkness and they disappeared completely. Once the room had been picked clean, the darkness flowed out of the room leaving the security guards alone on the floor unharmed with the explosives and their explosives removed! "Holy...SHIT! Wh-wha...what was...what was that? What? How? What was that?" One of the guards asked as he looked around the room in a panic. "What was that? What just happened?! Where are they? Where the bombs? What just happened?!" "I don't see them! I don't see the bombs anywhere! What happened?" "Dammit! C-call it in! Call the police! People need to know what's happening here!"
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 12, 2020 2:11:48 GMT
Loved the Arrow shout out
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 13, 2020 20:20:28 GMT
Loved the Arrow shout out Knew it was a perfect way to start things off!
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 13, 2020 23:25:46 GMT
Megalopolis City.
2034. Night.
The S.S. Joyland floated innocently in the water while looking out at the beautiful shining city that lit up the night. The Yacht was a 50-meter-long luxury yacht that boasted state-of-the-art facilities and luxury rooms and swimming pools right out of luxury hotels! The Joyland was originally owned by hedonistic billionaire Johnathan Joseph Harrington Price III, an old associate of a Mr. Christopher Greyman until Jonathan discovered Christopher's particular proclivities and vices and sold him out to quote unquote proper authorities. After Christopher disappeared, presumably into some black site in the middle of bumfrick nowhere, Jonathan went out of his way to take over Christopher's massive holdings company, making him even more obscenely wealthy. Naturally, he'd thrown a party aboard his yacht to celebrate and that brought us to now. The party had been winding down when an army of clowns swarmed the ship out of nowhere! They shot his security first and then pinned down the rest of them while equipment was moved onto the Joyland. Missiles. The clowns had missile launchers set up on the bow of the ship and pointed at the city. That was when their leader entered clad in a red and black striped suit and pants with slick black shoes with a black and white striped trench coat over it. His most notable feature was the skinned face of a clown sewn over his own face with blood over the mouth and spread upwards in a macabre smile and blue diamond facepaint over the eyes to go with the white facepaint around the face. It was topped off with his wild red hair like the flames of hell. He called himself Mr. Deadpan. Leader of the Order Of Joy. This of course being the Troupe of Clowns currently harassing them. "Honestly Jonny! You should be happy! This city is about to go up in FLAMES and you've got a front row seat to the whole show!" Mr.Deadpan laughed. "We're going to destroy this city and burn it to the ground and you get to watch the whole shebang in real time!" He slapped the already battered Jonathan upside the head as he laughed again. Jonathan was a bloody mess. His nose smashed and his eyes almost shut with swelling. His arms are wrapped round his guts like he's holding them in and to be honest he's beat so bad he could be. "See? The first thing we're going to do, once my boys call me up to let me know everything's ready to go, is set off the bombs around the city. Boom Boom BOOM! Fire, chaos, death and destruction everywhere! Then we launch these bad boys!" He drummed on one of the missiles. "To burn up the rest! Then my boys will hit the city and plug whoever's left! Ohhh but this is just the opening act! For you see my good man! Once my other friends hear about the party, they'll set off bombs in other cities to repeat the joke! In just one night whole cities are going to burn to the ground! The best party ever! Talk about a celebration am I right?" He laughed while the rich man gritted his teeth and looked up at him. "Y-you...you're...in...sane! In...sane. Monster. You'll...n-never..g...et away with...this." He tried to drag himself to his feet. "I-I won't..l-let you..." Deadpan responded by kicking him back to the floor. "I like you Jonny! You got guts! It'll be a pleasure to carve them out when we're done here. But for right now!" He grabbed Johnny, dragged him up to his feet and ran forward and flung him against the railing. "GET COMFORTABLE! The show is about to start!" Johnny screamed in pain and nearly fell over the railing but the clown grabbed his shirt and flung him back down to the floor. "I said to get comfy didn't I? Come on buddy, pay attention!" A young woman in a dark blue and red stitched together jester costume with her makeup designed to look like a monster merrily skipped towards them. "Hey boss! I've got some good news! We're all set up!" She handed him a phone. "Excuse me a moment while I take this." He stepped on Jonny and accepted the phone. "Hey guys talk to me! Are we ready to start the fireworks?" A pause. "Hello? Marbles? Berry? Molly? Anybody there?" He looked at the phone and back at Madcap. "Hey Maddy? Are you sure you got the right number?" "I'm sure! Marbles just called!" "Huh." He hung up and called another one of them. Nothing. He called another one. Nothing. He called another one. Nothing. "What is going on?" A SHORT WHILE AGO! "Whooo! I think that's the last of it." Marbles sighed as he finished setting the C4 and Semtex. "Man that's a lot. This whole skyscraper is going to blow sky high!" "I can't wait! This is going so fucking awesome!" Berry laughed and clapped her hands. "You think the boss is going to be happy with us?" Molly giggled while setting up her own bombs. "He'll be super super duper happy!" Cornflake laughed as she finished wrapping one of the guards in bombs. "We're going to be partying for weeks after this!" "Hiding all of these explosives down here for all of these weeks has been tedious as hell but man is it going to be worth it! The Order Of Joy is about to blow everyone's minds!" Binky giggled as the room started to darken. "We ready everyone?" "We're ready!" They declared. However, the moment Cornflake turned his attention away from their hostages they were pulled away into the darkness and disappeared completely. "Then make the call Marbles!" Binky called over to him. "And we'll start the show!" Marbles took out his phone and called Madcap. "Hey Maddy! Is the boss there with you? Because I've got good news for him!" That was when the darkness surrounded the room. The darkness robbed them of their best senses and replaced with a paralyzing fear. "Huh? Hey, where did the ligh-" He was cut off as the darkness swallowed them. It suffocated their bodies like a damp, musty, thick blanket clinging to every inch of their skin. It surrounded everything. It ate up everything in its path. It did not give them any mercy as it destroyed them. The phone clattered to the floor while the explosives around the room were pulled away into the darkness and they disappeared completely. Once the room had been picked clean, the darkness flowed out of the room leaving the security guards alone on the floor unharmed with the explosives and their explosives removed! "Holy...SHIT! Wh-wha...what was...what was that? What? How? What was that?" One of the guards asked as he looked around the room in a panic. "What was that? What just happened?! Where are they? Where the bombs? What just happened?!" "I don't see them! I don't see the bombs anywhere! What happened?" "Dammit! C-call it in! Call the police! People need to know what's happening here!" "Whooooo! Is this a good day or what boys?" Buffoon the clown laughed while he patrolled back and forth in front of the North Star Electronics Employees they had tied up, AK-47 in hand, in the office building while the other clowns set up the explosives. "We're setting up our own Fourth of Fucking July celebration today!" "Ohhh man this is going to be so freaking cool!" Oddball laughed. "Bombs away boys!" "Just remember to keep your eyes on the ball." Bee-Bee reminded them while she attached explosives to a person. "Now don't you worry about a thing okay? These explosives are real good. You won't feel a thing." The man shook his head back and forth and tried to speak through his gags and the tape on his mouth. He struggled against his bindings to no avail. "Glad you agree." While they were setting up their bombs, the other four had made it into the server room and were getting set up in there. "Alright, alright, alright. I got a good one. It's perfect for this. Perfect! So here it is." Marbles the Clown giggled. "A-A chief talks to his tribe. He-he asks..are we the greatest tribe? Entire tribe shouts: YES!!! Then we need our own nuclear bomb and a rocket to carry it! YES!!! Let's build them then. The tribe chopped down the thickest and tallest tree in the forest, deleted it's core and filled the tree with gunpowder produced with recipes traded from travelers years ago. So, the rocket is done and the chief gathers his tribe once again: My tribe! We have finished our rocket! Now, we need to decide where should we send it to. A distant voice somewhere in the crowd: Let's send it to Yerevan! The tribe became silent. No one had ideas anymore, so chief agreed. Yerevan it is. The tribe painted huge letters on the rocket: "TO YEREVAN". So, the moment of launch has come. The tribe gathered around the rocket. Chief lights the fuse aaaaand...get this. Alright? The next moment, the explosion destroyed every single house of the village, half of tribe died instantly, other half is deaf and missing limbs... Horrible sight. The chief lies about 25 meters away from the explosion, missing both arms and one leg, bleeding. He lifts his head with the last of his remaining strength, and says: Holy sh*t, imagine what happened to Yerevan!" Skittles, Monkey and Molly burst out laughing with him. "Fucking-A MAN! That was a good one!" Skittles replied to him in between her hysterical laughs while she set up the explosives. "You know what's ironic about all of this?" Monkey asked. "My Aunt Ruth died in a horrible explosion ! They couldn't even find any body parts to put in the casket . The funeral was ruthless!" He laughed with the group. "It was your fault wasn't it?" Molly smirked. "Well yeah but in my defense, she always said she wanted to go out with a bang." "Well then! It worked out for everyone didn't it?" Molly giggled. "Just like my dad." "What happened to him, Molly?" She sighed and shook her head. "My father died from an explosion after lighting his fart on fire. But I know he's at peace because the last thing he saw was a light at the end of his tunnel." The clowns laughed and finished setting up the explosives. "Alright we good to go now?" "We are good to-" The lights went out and the clowns were swallowed up by darkness with their explosives. "Okay. I think the others should be done by now." Buffoon took out his walkie-talkie and called Marbles. "Hey Marbles! You set up yet?" Silence. "Marbles? Marbles? Hey, come in you idiot! Where are you? Where...are....AHHHH-HHAAAAAA!!" He yawned loudly and stumbled backward. "Buff...Buff...fooon? Wh-what's...ahhhhhhh!" Oddball yawned and fell to his knees. "Whaaaa?" Bee-Bee fell against a desk. Their heads were becoming foggy and the world was spinning. She tried to hold herself up but her body was losing all of its strength and it was so hard to keep her eyes open and she was so comfortable. She could already feel her body giving way to the exhaustion. She tried to make a witty quip to the captured civilians but instead collapsed on the floor with her companions. The lights went out and darkness filled the room. By the time the lights returned the clowns, their explosives, their guns and the civilians bindings had vanished into thin air as if they were never there in the first place!
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 14, 2020 22:59:54 GMT
Megalopolis City.
2034. Night.
The S.S. Joyland floated innocently in the water while looking out at the beautiful shining city that lit up the night. The Yacht was a 50-meter-long luxury yacht that boasted state-of-the-art facilities and luxury rooms and swimming pools right out of luxury hotels! The Joyland was originally owned by hedonistic billionaire Johnathan Joseph Harrington Price III, an old associate of a Mr. Christopher Greyman until Jonathan discovered Christopher's particular proclivities and vices and sold him out to quote unquote proper authorities. After Christopher disappeared, presumably into some black site in the middle of bumfrick nowhere, Jonathan went out of his way to take over Christopher's massive holdings company, making him even more obscenely wealthy. Naturally, he'd thrown a party aboard his yacht to celebrate and that brought us to now. The party had been winding down when an army of clowns swarmed the ship out of nowhere! They shot his security first and then pinned down the rest of them while equipment was moved onto the Joyland. Missiles. The clowns had missile launchers set up on the bow of the ship and pointed at the city. That was when their leader entered clad in a red and black striped suit and pants with slick black shoes with a black and white striped trench coat over it. His most notable feature was the skinned face of a clown sewn over his own face with blood over the mouth and spread upwards in a macabre smile and blue diamond facepaint over the eyes to go with the white facepaint around the face. It was topped off with his wild red hair like the flames of hell. He called himself Mr. Deadpan. Leader of the Order Of Joy. This of course being the Troupe of Clowns currently harassing them. "Honestly Jonny! You should be happy! This city is about to go up in FLAMES and you've got a front row seat to the whole show!" Mr.Deadpan laughed. "We're going to destroy this city and burn it to the ground and you get to watch the whole shebang in real time!" He slapped the already battered Jonathan upside the head as he laughed again. Jonathan was a bloody mess. His nose smashed and his eyes almost shut with swelling. His arms are wrapped round his guts like he's holding them in and to be honest he's beat so bad he could be. "See? The first thing we're going to do, once my boys call me up to let me know everything's ready to go, is set off the bombs around the city. Boom Boom BOOM! Fire, chaos, death and destruction everywhere! Then we launch these bad boys!" He drummed on one of the missiles. "To burn up the rest! Then my boys will hit the city and plug whoever's left! Ohhh but this is just the opening act! For you see my good man! Once my other friends hear about the party, they'll set off bombs in other cities to repeat the joke! In just one night whole cities are going to burn to the ground! The best party ever! Talk about a celebration am I right?" He laughed while the rich man gritted his teeth and looked up at him. "Y-you...you're...in...sane! In...sane. Monster. You'll...n-never..g...et away with...this." He tried to drag himself to his feet. "I-I won't..l-let you..." Deadpan responded by kicking him back to the floor. "I like you Jonny! You got guts! It'll be a pleasure to carve them out when we're done here. But for right now!" He grabbed Johnny, dragged him up to his feet and ran forward and flung him against the railing. "GET COMFORTABLE! The show is about to start!" Johnny screamed in pain and nearly fell over the railing but the clown grabbed his shirt and flung him back down to the floor. "I said to get comfy didn't I? Come on buddy, pay attention!" A young woman in a dark blue and red stitched together jester costume with her makeup designed to look like a monster merrily skipped towards them. "Hey boss! I've got some good news! We're all set up!" She handed him a phone. "Excuse me a moment while I take this." He stepped on Jonny and accepted the phone. "Hey guys talk to me! Are we ready to start the fireworks?" A pause. "Hello? Marbles? Berry? Molly? Anybody there?" He looked at the phone and back at Madcap. "Hey Maddy? Are you sure you got the right number?" "I'm sure! Marbles just called!" "Huh." He hung up and called another one of them. Nothing. He called another one. Nothing. He called another one. Nothing. "What is going on?" A SHORT WHILE AGO! "Whooo! I think that's the last of it." Marbles sighed as he finished setting the C4 and Semtex. "Man that's a lot. This whole skyscraper is going to blow sky high!" "I can't wait! This is going so fucking awesome!" Berry laughed and clapped her hands. "You think the boss is going to be happy with us?" Molly giggled while setting up her own bombs. "He'll be super super duper happy!" Cornflake laughed as she finished wrapping one of the guards in bombs. "We're going to be partying for weeks after this!" "Hiding all of these explosives down here for all of these weeks has been tedious as hell but man is it going to be worth it! The Order Of Joy is about to blow everyone's minds!" Binky giggled as the room started to darken. "We ready everyone?" "We're ready!" They declared. However, the moment Cornflake turned his attention away from their hostages they were pulled away into the darkness and disappeared completely. "Then make the call Marbles!" Binky called over to him. "And we'll start the show!" Marbles took out his phone and called Madcap. "Hey Maddy! Is the boss there with you? Because I've got good news for him!" That was when the darkness surrounded the room. The darkness robbed them of their best senses and replaced with a paralyzing fear. "Huh? Hey, where did the ligh-" He was cut off as the darkness swallowed them. It suffocated their bodies like a damp, musty, thick blanket clinging to every inch of their skin. It surrounded everything. It ate up everything in its path. It did not give them any mercy as it destroyed them. The phone clattered to the floor while the explosives around the room were pulled away into the darkness and they disappeared completely. Once the room had been picked clean, the darkness flowed out of the room leaving the security guards alone on the floor unharmed with the explosives and their explosives removed! "Holy...SHIT! Wh-wha...what was...what was that? What? How? What was that?" One of the guards asked as he looked around the room in a panic. "What was that? What just happened?! Where are they? Where the bombs? What just happened?!" "I don't see them! I don't see the bombs anywhere! What happened?" "Dammit! C-call it in! Call the police! People need to know what's happening here!" "Whooooo! Is this a good day or what boys?" Buffoon the clown laughed while he patrolled back and forth in front of the North Star Electronics Employees they had tied up, AK-47 in hand, in the office building while the other clowns set up the explosives. "We're setting up our own Fourth of Fucking July celebration today!" "Ohhh man this is going to be so freaking cool!" Oddball laughed. "Bombs away boys!" "Just remember to keep your eyes on the ball." Bee-Bee reminded them while she attached explosives to a person. "Now don't you worry about a thing okay? These explosives are real good. You won't feel a thing." The man shook his head back and forth and tried to speak through his gags and the tape on his mouth. He struggled against his bindings to no avail. "Glad you agree." While they were setting up their bombs, the other four had made it into the server room and were getting set up in there. "Alright, alright, alright. I got a good one. It's perfect for this. Perfect! So here it is." Marbles the Clown giggled. "A-A chief talks to his tribe. He-he asks..are we the greatest tribe? Entire tribe shouts: YES!!! Then we need our own nuclear bomb and a rocket to carry it! YES!!! Let's build them then. The tribe chopped down the thickest and tallest tree in the forest, deleted it's core and filled the tree with gunpowder produced with recipes traded from travelers years ago. So, the rocket is done and the chief gathers his tribe once again: My tribe! We have finished our rocket! Now, we need to decide where should we send it to. A distant voice somewhere in the crowd: Let's send it to Yerevan! The tribe became silent. No one had ideas anymore, so chief agreed. Yerevan it is. The tribe painted huge letters on the rocket: "TO YEREVAN". So, the moment of launch has come. The tribe gathered around the rocket. Chief lights the fuse aaaaand...get this. Alright? The next moment, the explosion destroyed every single house of the village, half of tribe died instantly, other half is deaf and missing limbs... Horrible sight. The chief lies about 25 meters away from the explosion, missing both arms and one leg, bleeding. He lifts his head with the last of his remaining strength, and says: Holy sh*t, imagine what happened to Yerevan!" Skittles, Monkey and Molly burst out laughing with him. "Fucking-A MAN! That was a good one!" Skittles replied to him in between her hysterical laughs while she set up the explosives. "You know what's ironic about all of this?" Monkey asked. "My Aunt Ruth died in a horrible explosion ! They couldn't even find any body parts to put in the casket . The funeral was ruthless!" He laughed with the group. "It was your fault wasn't it?" Molly smirked. "Well yeah but in my defense, she always said she wanted to go out with a bang." "Well then! It worked out for everyone didn't it?" Molly giggled. "Just like my dad." "What happened to him, Molly?" She sighed and shook her head. "My father died from an explosion after lighting his fart on fire. But I know he's at peace because the last thing he saw was a light at the end of his tunnel." The clowns laughed and finished setting up the explosives. "Alright we good to go now?" "We are good to-" The lights went out and the clowns were swallowed up by darkness with their explosives. "Okay. I think the others should be done by now." Buffoon took out his walkie-talkie and called Marbles. "Hey Marbles! You set up yet?" Silence. "Marbles? Marbles? Hey, come in you idiot! Where are you? Where...are....AHHHH-HHAAAAAA!!" He yawned loudly and stumbled backward. "Buff...Buff...fooon? Wh-what's...ahhhhhhh!" Oddball yawned and fell to his knees. "Whaaaa?" Bee-Bee fell against a desk. Their heads were becoming foggy and the world was spinning. She tried to hold herself up but her body was losing all of its strength and it was so hard to keep her eyes open and she was so comfortable. She could already feel her body giving way to the exhaustion. She tried to make a witty quip to the captured civilians but instead collapsed on the floor with her companions. The lights went out and darkness filled the room. By the time the lights returned the clowns, their explosives, their guns and the civilians bindings had vanished into thin air as if they were never there in the first place! "Where the hell is everyone? Aren't they working? Did I not give them specific orders?" Deadpan asked Madcap. "Very specific Mr. Deadpan." She nodded while bouncing on her heels. "By all rights they should've been set up by now." Deadpan used the phone to try and find their locations only for nothing to come up! The only phone he could find was Marbles' and it was heading in the direction of a police station! The others were just gone. Either turned off or destroyed or something else happened to them. Next, Deadpan tried to look up their tracking chips. The phone displayed a green map with a black lined grid pattern. A faint beeping noise was emitted from the phone while a thin yellow line circled around the radar. He tapped the screen a couple of times and the map zoomed out to show an overhead view of the city. Small dots appeared around the city representing the various members of The Order Of Joy who were setting up the explosives just as they were supposed to. He smiled for a moment but then it slowly faded as the dots started rapidly disappearing all over the city! Entire squads were just vanishing off of the grid all at once. "Okaaaay. Madcap my dear! I believe we have some party crashers afoot!" She gasped and clapped her hands against her face. "Oh NO! Whatever shall we do? They're going to spoil all our fun!" "Oh don't you worry your pretty little head." He tilted her head up. "We'll just have to call up the boys in the other cities and tell them to kickstart their festivities early! Just like we're going to be doing here!" He handed the phone back to her and took out a large handheld device from inside his vest with a few different buttons on it. Most of which were labeled Fireworks but the two at the end were labeled Party Favors and That's All Folks! respectively. "You see, Jonny-boy! It always pays to have some backup plans!" As Madcap was quickly making the call to the others, Deadpan raised the device to the sky and pressed one of the fireworks buttons. Nothing happened. He pressed it again. Nothing. He pressed another one. Nothing. He pressed the third one. He pressed the fourth one. Nothing. "Huh." Madcap scratched his head. "Someone has been taking away our fireworks...Maddie? Do you have anything?" Madcap tried to get in touch with the clowns over in Rivington Falls. No dice. Then she tried the clowns over in Neo-Elysian. Nothing. Then she tried the guys in Castle City. No luck. Serenity City? Same result. Ascension City? Nobody picked up. She sighed and looked up at the boss. "I'm...sorry Mr.Deadpan. Nobody's picking up." "It's alright. Look, you're doing the best you can under the circumstances." He kissed her forehead with the lips of the skinned facemask and his own. "Okay then. It is safe to say that this has NOT gone has planned. But that's okay. That is...okay! I can deal with this. I can deal with this." He took a few breaths in and out. "I can deal with this. You know why I can deal with this? I'll tell you why I can deal with this! Because I have MISSILES!" Deadpan walked down the port and signaled for Madcap to bring Jonny. "Maddie my dear! Take him down below and start shooting the passengers until Jonny tells us who he's been in contact with! I want to know who he's working with and what we are up against! In the meantime, I am going to start the Barbecue!" "WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE? I-I haven't...I-I'm not in contact with anyone! P-please! Please stop this! They haven't...done...done anything! Please. please stop this! Nobody on this ship has done anything to you! Please! Please stop this! Please!" He begged. "You got it bossman! This is going to be fun!" She giggled and dragged Jonny away kicking and screaming for him to stop. "See you later Jonny boy! We'll talk later when you're feeling more cooperative! And don't worry about the show! I'm sure you'll still be able to see it from the windows below!" He laughed madly and pressed the button once he was far enough away and then turned around to watch the missiles fly. Only...there were no missiles. They were gone! They were flat out gone! They'd disappeared into thin air! They weren't flying through the air they were just gone! Deadpan looked around in confusion and he frantically tried the button again. Nothing happened. "Okay. New plan." He hurried to catch up Madcap. "Change of plans honey! We're heading below deck! RIGHT NOW!" He declared and dragged her down the stairs with him. "What happened to the missiles?" "I have no freaking idea!" He answered honestly. "They're just gone! Poof! Gone!" He flicked his wrist and a magnum slid out of his sleeve and he grabbed onto it and shoved it against Jonny's head. "I want to know HOW this is happening and WHO you are working with!" "I'M NOT WORKING WITH ANYONE I TOLD YOU!" He screamed in desperation. "I don't know anymore than you about what's going on! Please just STOP!" "Well then Jonny. You're about to see a whole lot of headshots!" Madcap laughed as they approached the door. That was when the lights went out around the yacht. "The hell?" "Okay Jonny that is enough games! I want to know who...Jonny? Jonny?" The clowns had him in their grasp just a second ago! Where did he go? "Hey Madcap? Did you happen to see where Jonny went?" "I thought you had him boss?" "Inside! Now!" He barked at her and they rant to the door and smashed it open. They fell against the wall and pointed their guns at the door as it closed in front of them. "Eyes up everybody! We're about to have party crashers!" He called down the hallway to his men. Nobody responded. "Hello? Is anyone there?! HELLO?!" "I don't like this boss." "Me either. Come on! On me!" They hurried down the pitch black hallway. Mr. Deadpan shoving the device back into his vest and reaching back to hold her hand. "Can you even tell where we're going?" Madcap asked him. "Of course I can, baby doll! I memorized the ship's layout when we came onboard! I can navigate this place with my eyes closed!" He cackled. "Wow Mr. Dead! You know, when you first asked me to jump into those chemicals with you, I thought you were crazy! But now! I realize...you are the best boss I could've asked for!" "And you are the best right-hand a killer clown could ask for!" He replied as they turned the corner. "Hey, Madcap! Madcap? Madcap?" He looked around for her but he wasn't holding her hand anymore. She was gone. Vanished into thin air like the others! "MADCAP?! MADCAP?!" He called into the darkness to no response. Deadpan stared into the pitch black darkness for a minute before he turned and ran away. Navigating the hallways of the yacht until he found his way to a dining hall and he smashed through the doors. The lights turned back on and Madcap was briefly blinded by the sudden light flare. Once his vision cleared he looked up again to see a small army of gunmen staring him down weapons at the ready. He didn't have the faintest idea who they were or where they came from. All he knew was that these gunmen in their slick sleek Vantablack..suits? He assumed they were suits, had him cornered and completely outnumbered. He dropped his gun but retrieved the controller from his vest. "OKay. Okay. You wanna play?" He pressed the last button. "Lets PLAY!" Nothing happened. "OH COME ON! What is happening tonight?!" That was when he got grabbed from behind and tossed into the ceiling hard enough to dent it and fell back down. Darkness took him.
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 21, 2020 21:17:50 GMT
"Whooooo! Is this a good day or what boys?" Buffoon the clown laughed while he patrolled back and forth in front of the North Star Electronics Employees they had tied up, AK-47 in hand, in the office building while the other clowns set up the explosives. "We're setting up our own Fourth of Fucking July celebration today!" "Ohhh man this is going to be so freaking cool!" Oddball laughed. "Bombs away boys!" "Just remember to keep your eyes on the ball." Bee-Bee reminded them while she attached explosives to a person. "Now don't you worry about a thing okay? These explosives are real good. You won't feel a thing." The man shook his head back and forth and tried to speak through his gags and the tape on his mouth. He struggled against his bindings to no avail. "Glad you agree." While they were setting up their bombs, the other four had made it into the server room and were getting set up in there. "Alright, alright, alright. I got a good one. It's perfect for this. Perfect! So here it is." Marbles the Clown giggled. "A-A chief talks to his tribe. He-he asks..are we the greatest tribe? Entire tribe shouts: YES!!! Then we need our own nuclear bomb and a rocket to carry it! YES!!! Let's build them then. The tribe chopped down the thickest and tallest tree in the forest, deleted it's core and filled the tree with gunpowder produced with recipes traded from travelers years ago. So, the rocket is done and the chief gathers his tribe once again: My tribe! We have finished our rocket! Now, we need to decide where should we send it to. A distant voice somewhere in the crowd: Let's send it to Yerevan! The tribe became silent. No one had ideas anymore, so chief agreed. Yerevan it is. The tribe painted huge letters on the rocket: "TO YEREVAN". So, the moment of launch has come. The tribe gathered around the rocket. Chief lights the fuse aaaaand...get this. Alright? The next moment, the explosion destroyed every single house of the village, half of tribe died instantly, other half is deaf and missing limbs... Horrible sight. The chief lies about 25 meters away from the explosion, missing both arms and one leg, bleeding. He lifts his head with the last of his remaining strength, and says: Holy sh*t, imagine what happened to Yerevan!" Skittles, Monkey and Molly burst out laughing with him. "Fucking-A MAN! That was a good one!" Skittles replied to him in between her hysterical laughs while she set up the explosives. "You know what's ironic about all of this?" Monkey asked. "My Aunt Ruth died in a horrible explosion ! They couldn't even find any body parts to put in the casket . The funeral was ruthless!" He laughed with the group. "It was your fault wasn't it?" Molly smirked. "Well yeah but in my defense, she always said she wanted to go out with a bang." "Well then! It worked out for everyone didn't it?" Molly giggled. "Just like my dad." "What happened to him, Molly?" She sighed and shook her head. "My father died from an explosion after lighting his fart on fire. But I know he's at peace because the last thing he saw was a light at the end of his tunnel." The clowns laughed and finished setting up the explosives. "Alright we good to go now?" "We are good to-" The lights went out and the clowns were swallowed up by darkness with their explosives. "Okay. I think the others should be done by now." Buffoon took out his walkie-talkie and called Marbles. "Hey Marbles! You set up yet?" Silence. "Marbles? Marbles? Hey, come in you idiot! Where are you? Where...are....AHHHH-HHAAAAAA!!" He yawned loudly and stumbled backward. "Buff...Buff...fooon? Wh-what's...ahhhhhhh!" Oddball yawned and fell to his knees. "Whaaaa?" Bee-Bee fell against a desk. Their heads were becoming foggy and the world was spinning. She tried to hold herself up but her body was losing all of its strength and it was so hard to keep her eyes open and she was so comfortable. She could already feel her body giving way to the exhaustion. She tried to make a witty quip to the captured civilians but instead collapsed on the floor with her companions. The lights went out and darkness filled the room. By the time the lights returned the clowns, their explosives, their guns and the civilians bindings had vanished into thin air as if they were never there in the first place! "Where the hell is everyone? Aren't they working? Did I not give them specific orders?" Deadpan asked Madcap. "Very specific Mr. Deadpan." She nodded while bouncing on her heels. "By all rights they should've been set up by now." Deadpan used the phone to try and find their locations only for nothing to come up! The only phone he could find was Marbles' and it was heading in the direction of a police station! The others were just gone. Either turned off or destroyed or something else happened to them. Next, Deadpan tried to look up their tracking chips. The phone displayed a green map with a black lined grid pattern. A faint beeping noise was emitted from the phone while a thin yellow line circled around the radar. He tapped the screen a couple of times and the map zoomed out to show an overhead view of the city. Small dots appeared around the city representing the various members of The Order Of Joy who were setting up the explosives just as they were supposed to. He smiled for a moment but then it slowly faded as the dots started rapidly disappearing all over the city! Entire squads were just vanishing off of the grid all at once. "Okaaaay. Madcap my dear! I believe we have some party crashers afoot!" She gasped and clapped her hands against her face. "Oh NO! Whatever shall we do? They're going to spoil all our fun!" "Oh don't you worry your pretty little head." He tilted her head up. "We'll just have to call up the boys in the other cities and tell them to kickstart their festivities early! Just like we're going to be doing here!" He handed the phone back to her and took out a large handheld device from inside his vest with a few different buttons on it. Most of which were labeled Fireworks but the two at the end were labeled Party Favors and That's All Folks! respectively. "You see, Jonny-boy! It always pays to have some backup plans!" As Madcap was quickly making the call to the others, Deadpan raised the device to the sky and pressed one of the fireworks buttons. Nothing happened. He pressed it again. Nothing. He pressed another one. Nothing. He pressed the third one. He pressed the fourth one. Nothing. "Huh." Madcap scratched his head. "Someone has been taking away our fireworks...Maddie? Do you have anything?" Madcap tried to get in touch with the clowns over in Rivington Falls. No dice. Then she tried the clowns over in Neo-Elysian. Nothing. Then she tried the guys in Castle City. No luck. Serenity City? Same result. Ascension City? Nobody picked up. She sighed and looked up at the boss. "I'm...sorry Mr.Deadpan. Nobody's picking up." "It's alright. Look, you're doing the best you can under the circumstances." He kissed her forehead with the lips of the skinned facemask and his own. "Okay then. It is safe to say that this has NOT gone has planned. But that's okay. That is...okay! I can deal with this. I can deal with this." He took a few breaths in and out. "I can deal with this. You know why I can deal with this? I'll tell you why I can deal with this! Because I have MISSILES!" Deadpan walked down the port and signaled for Madcap to bring Jonny. "Maddie my dear! Take him down below and start shooting the passengers until Jonny tells us who he's been in contact with! I want to know who he's working with and what we are up against! In the meantime, I am going to start the Barbecue!" "WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE? I-I haven't...I-I'm not in contact with anyone! P-please! Please stop this! They haven't...done...done anything! Please. please stop this! Nobody on this ship has done anything to you! Please! Please stop this! Please!" He begged. "You got it bossman! This is going to be fun!" She giggled and dragged Jonny away kicking and screaming for him to stop. "See you later Jonny boy! We'll talk later when you're feeling more cooperative! And don't worry about the show! I'm sure you'll still be able to see it from the windows below!" He laughed madly and pressed the button once he was far enough away and then turned around to watch the missiles fly. Only...there were no missiles. They were gone! They were flat out gone! They'd disappeared into thin air! They weren't flying through the air they were just gone! Deadpan looked around in confusion and he frantically tried the button again. Nothing happened. "Okay. New plan." He hurried to catch up Madcap. "Change of plans honey! We're heading below deck! RIGHT NOW!" He declared and dragged her down the stairs with him. "What happened to the missiles?" "I have no freaking idea!" He answered honestly. "They're just gone! Poof! Gone!" He flicked his wrist and a magnum slid out of his sleeve and he grabbed onto it and shoved it against Jonny's head. "I want to know HOW this is happening and WHO you are working with!" "I'M NOT WORKING WITH ANYONE I TOLD YOU!" He screamed in desperation. "I don't know anymore than you about what's going on! Please just STOP!" "Well then Jonny. You're about to see a whole lot of headshots!" Madcap laughed as they approached the door. That was when the lights went out around the yacht. "The hell?" "Okay Jonny that is enough games! I want to know who...Jonny? Jonny?" The clowns had him in their grasp just a second ago! Where did he go? "Hey Madcap? Did you happen to see where Jonny went?" "I thought you had him boss?" "Inside! Now!" He barked at her and they rant to the door and smashed it open. They fell against the wall and pointed their guns at the door as it closed in front of them. "Eyes up everybody! We're about to have party crashers!" He called down the hallway to his men. Nobody responded. "Hello? Is anyone there?! HELLO?!" "I don't like this boss." "Me either. Come on! On me!" They hurried down the pitch black hallway. Mr. Deadpan shoving the device back into his vest and reaching back to hold her hand. "Can you even tell where we're going?" Madcap asked him. "Of course I can, baby doll! I memorized the ship's layout when we came onboard! I can navigate this place with my eyes closed!" He cackled. "Wow Mr. Dead! You know, when you first asked me to jump into those chemicals with you, I thought you were crazy! But now! I realize...you are the best boss I could've asked for!" "And you are the best right-hand a killer clown could ask for!" He replied as they turned the corner. "Hey, Madcap! Madcap? Madcap?" He looked around for her but he wasn't holding her hand anymore. She was gone. Vanished into thin air like the others! "MADCAP?! MADCAP?!" He called into the darkness to no response. Deadpan stared into the pitch black darkness for a minute before he turned and ran away. Navigating the hallways of the yacht until he found his way to a dining hall and he smashed through the doors. The lights turned back on and Madcap was briefly blinded by the sudden light flare. Once his vision cleared he looked up again to see a small army of gunmen staring him down weapons at the ready. He didn't have the faintest idea who they were or where they came from. All he knew was that these gunmen in their slick sleek Vantablack..suits? He assumed they were suits, had him cornered and completely outnumbered. He dropped his gun but retrieved the controller from his vest. "OKay. Okay. You wanna play?" He pressed the last button. "Lets PLAY!" Nothing happened. "OH COME ON! What is happening tonight?!" That was when he got grabbed from behind and tossed into the ceiling hard enough to dent it and fell back down. Darkness took him. Deadpan awoke hours later. The world seemed to spin around him and a sharp, throbbing pain took hold of him, so much so that all they wanted to do was vomit and hope the pain would come out with it. Every movement sent waves of throbbing pain through his chest and back and he felt sick. His vision went blurry as tears filled his eyes. Biting the pain wasn't even an option as agonizing cramps seemed to crush his insides from within. What if there was no end to this pain? What if it got worse? These thoughts alone were enough to get his heart racing faster, never mind the pain itself. He paused for a moment and contemplated every answer to this pain, weighing every option and trying to find the best one but none of them came to him. He tried in vain to move his body but it completely refused to listen to him! He could move his head from left to right and blink his eyes and open and close his mouth but nothing else worked. No matter how much he willed it to do so his body wouldn't listen to him! He couldn't move! As far as he could tell, Deadpan was in what looked like a medical room. He was laying on a bed clearly and there were bright lights shining down on him. He could make out some medical equipment around him. He wasn't sure if he'd been experimented on but he certainly suspected it. It would explain why he couldn't move anything. He also finally noticed something off about his face. He tried to rub his face against the oddly comfortable pillow beneath his head and he ran his tongue over what he expected to be the lips of his second face and he only felt his own. That settled it. The mask was gone. His second face that he'd sewn onto his own was gone. That would at least partially explain the pain he was in but not all of it. "H-hello?" He moaned. "Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? HELLO?!" A mirror was slid overhead and he looked up at his reflection. It confirmed what he suspected. The face had taken off of his face. Bizarrely however his surgical scars seemed to be missing. His suit, gloves and shoes were gone as well and replaced with a hospital gown. "The hell? Where the hell am I?" "Juan Lelantos. Also known as Maggots the Clown. Also known as Madcap." A voice spoke to him as the mirror slid away and the lights were tilted and lowered closer to him forcing him to close his eyes and look away. "You are under arrest for crimes of terrorism, criminal use of a chemical weapon or biological weapon, bail jumping, tampering with witnesses, criminal conspiracies, arson, coercion, tampering with public records, multiple cases of aggravated manslaughter, torture and many other crimes." "Sooo you're a fan? Damn if you wanted an autograph you just had to ask. Let me up and I'll be happy to give it to you." "You won't be moving again anytime soon Juan. We made certain of that." The voice informed him. "..What?" "Rest assured we have already acquired all of the information on the rest of the Order Of Joy from you. You've been very helpful to this investigation." "I don't remember that." "Don't worry about it. We have a nice comfortable cell waiting for you. You won't ever see the outside world again but at the same time you won't hurt anyone again either. You'll be locked away alone and forgotten for the rest of your sad life." "Don't I get a say in this?" "You're a terrorist. So no." Then a hand reached down and grabbed him and Madcap blacked out again. When he woke up next he was laying on a bed in a square room. It was closed up with no sign of an entrance or exit. A plain white square with a single white light shining down on him. Turning his head he noticed an IV Feed in his arm now. He blinked a few times and then looked up at the ceiling. "What the fuck is this place? Hello? Hello? IS anyone there? Somebody? Anybody?" He asked. His voice echoing off the empty walls. "HELLO?!" He cried out to the empty room. "ISN'T THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?! HELLO? SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER MEEEEEEE!" "What do you think?" Elbert Garret asked his companions as he slid a paper across the table. This muscular gentleman with a boyishly handsome face and short cut hair was the team Bookworm, A Bibliophysiology-Infusion And Hypnotic Writer, which granted him the power to open up and turn people and objects into books and read their history while also being able to infuse hypnotic commands into them, as he had done so to the terrorist and his minions to discover their history and actions and everything else they needed while simultaneously writing them into an eternal sleep and nightmare until they were woken up. He's wearing a standard shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the graceful bow tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt he's wearing a stylish vest with 3 buttons, it has a fairly deep v-line, which causes the vest to line up perfectly with the jacket's v-line when it's button up. The jacket is a perfectly tailored fit for him. It has a wide herringbone pattern which gives the suit a classy and graceful look. The 4 buttons of his single breasted jacket are all buttoned up with the exception of one, a subtle but very effective touch of informality. The jacket is the same length all around, it has a vent at the back, there's a pocket on either side and there's a breast pocket which has been left empty. He's wearing pants which copy the style of the jacket, both in color and pattern and they're a perfect match for his shoes. He's wearing a modest pair of plain toe oxfords. To top it all off he's wearing a classic belt, which can be accompanied by cuff links and a watch. Drusilla Gunhild, also known as Deadye, read over the nightmare he'd locked him into and snickered. "That is downright cruel man. I approve." Drusilla Gunhild is one of the team's Snipers and one of the best in the business. She is an Amazonian redhead with a devlish expression on her face and a love for adventure. She's currently wearing a tank top and camo jeans with tennis shoes with fingerless gloves on her hands. "For a psycho clown like that, being stuck in one room unable to move and bored out of his mind must be absolute hell." "You know, after all of their talk you'd think they'd at least be able to put up a fight. That was way too easy. We're usually wrestling with monsters and giant robots." Tasanee Amornchantanakorn, also known as Mirage, quipped. She was one of the shorter members of the team but solid muscle all the same with the physique of a lifelong martial artist and combat expert. Mirage was one of their stealth and infiltration masters. Her power was, in essence, a Perception Filter. She could make herself unnoticed and ignored by her surroundings and entities and go unregarded by threats and dangers. Mirage is capable of becoming invisible to the naked eye, audio, scent, mechanical devices and even psychic detection to a more limited extent. She was currently wearing an all black outfit from her long sleeved shirt with black gloves to go with her jeans and boots. "What do you expect? We're the baddest mofos on the planet." Drusilla assured her. "That's fair. I guess we can chalk this up to a slow Tuesday." Tasanee looked over the page and giggled. "Oh yeah. He's in for one hell of a nightmare. A chaos and destruction addict like him would hate being stuck in a simple place like that." "Damn straight. So, what's next on the agenda?" "Right now just a bit of R&R. They're going over all of the intel I pulled out of the clowns. Once we've got it all sorted and scouted out the locations, we'll make a plan to move out." "Sounds like fun. I can't wait." Drusilla crossed her legs and sipped her Corona Beer. "Did they ever find the group that went to Castle City?" "Nadda. Still...it's Castle City. If they haven't caused any trouble yet, they're probably dead if they're lucky." "Ain't that the damn truth?" Drusilla chuckled. "I guess that means the remains we found in Elysian were the lucky ones in comparison."
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Oct 24, 2020 19:03:18 GMT
What happens when you take away Joker's Plot Armor and place him in a superhero verse and up against people who don't play his kind of nonsense? He'd be in for a short career as a super villain Glad to see this series back! Mind if I start Lucien's introduction off?
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Oct 24, 2020 19:28:25 GMT
What happens when you take away Joker's Plot Armor and place him in a superhero verse and up against people who don't play his kind of nonsense? He'd be in for a short career as a super villain Glad to see this series back! Mind if I start Lucien's introduction off? Go right ahead!
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Nov 3, 2020 2:24:15 GMT
"Where the hell is everyone? Aren't they working? Did I not give them specific orders?" Deadpan asked Madcap. "Very specific Mr. Deadpan." She nodded while bouncing on her heels. "By all rights they should've been set up by now." Deadpan used the phone to try and find their locations only for nothing to come up! The only phone he could find was Marbles' and it was heading in the direction of a police station! The others were just gone. Either turned off or destroyed or something else happened to them. Next, Deadpan tried to look up their tracking chips. The phone displayed a green map with a black lined grid pattern. A faint beeping noise was emitted from the phone while a thin yellow line circled around the radar. He tapped the screen a couple of times and the map zoomed out to show an overhead view of the city. Small dots appeared around the city representing the various members of The Order Of Joy who were setting up the explosives just as they were supposed to. He smiled for a moment but then it slowly faded as the dots started rapidly disappearing all over the city! Entire squads were just vanishing off of the grid all at once. "Okaaaay. Madcap my dear! I believe we have some party crashers afoot!" She gasped and clapped her hands against her face. "Oh NO! Whatever shall we do? They're going to spoil all our fun!" "Oh don't you worry your pretty little head." He tilted her head up. "We'll just have to call up the boys in the other cities and tell them to kickstart their festivities early! Just like we're going to be doing here!" He handed the phone back to her and took out a large handheld device from inside his vest with a few different buttons on it. Most of which were labeled Fireworks but the two at the end were labeled Party Favors and That's All Folks! respectively. "You see, Jonny-boy! It always pays to have some backup plans!" As Madcap was quickly making the call to the others, Deadpan raised the device to the sky and pressed one of the fireworks buttons. Nothing happened. He pressed it again. Nothing. He pressed another one. Nothing. He pressed the third one. He pressed the fourth one. Nothing. "Huh." Madcap scratched his head. "Someone has been taking away our fireworks...Maddie? Do you have anything?" Madcap tried to get in touch with the clowns over in Rivington Falls. No dice. Then she tried the clowns over in Neo-Elysian. Nothing. Then she tried the guys in Castle City. No luck. Serenity City? Same result. Ascension City? Nobody picked up. She sighed and looked up at the boss. "I'm...sorry Mr.Deadpan. Nobody's picking up." "It's alright. Look, you're doing the best you can under the circumstances." He kissed her forehead with the lips of the skinned facemask and his own. "Okay then. It is safe to say that this has NOT gone has planned. But that's okay. That is...okay! I can deal with this. I can deal with this." He took a few breaths in and out. "I can deal with this. You know why I can deal with this? I'll tell you why I can deal with this! Because I have MISSILES!" Deadpan walked down the port and signaled for Madcap to bring Jonny. "Maddie my dear! Take him down below and start shooting the passengers until Jonny tells us who he's been in contact with! I want to know who he's working with and what we are up against! In the meantime, I am going to start the Barbecue!" "WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE? I-I haven't...I-I'm not in contact with anyone! P-please! Please stop this! They haven't...done...done anything! Please. please stop this! Nobody on this ship has done anything to you! Please! Please stop this! Please!" He begged. "You got it bossman! This is going to be fun!" She giggled and dragged Jonny away kicking and screaming for him to stop. "See you later Jonny boy! We'll talk later when you're feeling more cooperative! And don't worry about the show! I'm sure you'll still be able to see it from the windows below!" He laughed madly and pressed the button once he was far enough away and then turned around to watch the missiles fly. Only...there were no missiles. They were gone! They were flat out gone! They'd disappeared into thin air! They weren't flying through the air they were just gone! Deadpan looked around in confusion and he frantically tried the button again. Nothing happened. "Okay. New plan." He hurried to catch up Madcap. "Change of plans honey! We're heading below deck! RIGHT NOW!" He declared and dragged her down the stairs with him. "What happened to the missiles?" "I have no freaking idea!" He answered honestly. "They're just gone! Poof! Gone!" He flicked his wrist and a magnum slid out of his sleeve and he grabbed onto it and shoved it against Jonny's head. "I want to know HOW this is happening and WHO you are working with!" "I'M NOT WORKING WITH ANYONE I TOLD YOU!" He screamed in desperation. "I don't know anymore than you about what's going on! Please just STOP!" "Well then Jonny. You're about to see a whole lot of headshots!" Madcap laughed as they approached the door. That was when the lights went out around the yacht. "The hell?" "Okay Jonny that is enough games! I want to know who...Jonny? Jonny?" The clowns had him in their grasp just a second ago! Where did he go? "Hey Madcap? Did you happen to see where Jonny went?" "I thought you had him boss?" "Inside! Now!" He barked at her and they rant to the door and smashed it open. They fell against the wall and pointed their guns at the door as it closed in front of them. "Eyes up everybody! We're about to have party crashers!" He called down the hallway to his men. Nobody responded. "Hello? Is anyone there?! HELLO?!" "I don't like this boss." "Me either. Come on! On me!" They hurried down the pitch black hallway. Mr. Deadpan shoving the device back into his vest and reaching back to hold her hand. "Can you even tell where we're going?" Madcap asked him. "Of course I can, baby doll! I memorized the ship's layout when we came onboard! I can navigate this place with my eyes closed!" He cackled. "Wow Mr. Dead! You know, when you first asked me to jump into those chemicals with you, I thought you were crazy! But now! I realize...you are the best boss I could've asked for!" "And you are the best right-hand a killer clown could ask for!" He replied as they turned the corner. "Hey, Madcap! Madcap? Madcap?" He looked around for her but he wasn't holding her hand anymore. She was gone. Vanished into thin air like the others! "MADCAP?! MADCAP?!" He called into the darkness to no response. Deadpan stared into the pitch black darkness for a minute before he turned and ran away. Navigating the hallways of the yacht until he found his way to a dining hall and he smashed through the doors. The lights turned back on and Madcap was briefly blinded by the sudden light flare. Once his vision cleared he looked up again to see a small army of gunmen staring him down weapons at the ready. He didn't have the faintest idea who they were or where they came from. All he knew was that these gunmen in their slick sleek Vantablack..suits? He assumed they were suits, had him cornered and completely outnumbered. He dropped his gun but retrieved the controller from his vest. "OKay. Okay. You wanna play?" He pressed the last button. "Lets PLAY!" Nothing happened. "OH COME ON! What is happening tonight?!" That was when he got grabbed from behind and tossed into the ceiling hard enough to dent it and fell back down. Darkness took him. Deadpan awoke hours later. The world seemed to spin around him and a sharp, throbbing pain took hold of him, so much so that all they wanted to do was vomit and hope the pain would come out with it. Every movement sent waves of throbbing pain through his chest and back and he felt sick. His vision went blurry as tears filled his eyes. Biting the pain wasn't even an option as agonizing cramps seemed to crush his insides from within. What if there was no end to this pain? What if it got worse? These thoughts alone were enough to get his heart racing faster, never mind the pain itself. He paused for a moment and contemplated every answer to this pain, weighing every option and trying to find the best one but none of them came to him. He tried in vain to move his body but it completely refused to listen to him! He could move his head from left to right and blink his eyes and open and close his mouth but nothing else worked. No matter how much he willed it to do so his body wouldn't listen to him! He couldn't move! As far as he could tell, Deadpan was in what looked like a medical room. He was laying on a bed clearly and there were bright lights shining down on him. He could make out some medical equipment around him. He wasn't sure if he'd been experimented on but he certainly suspected it. It would explain why he couldn't move anything. He also finally noticed something off about his face. He tried to rub his face against the oddly comfortable pillow beneath his head and he ran his tongue over what he expected to be the lips of his second face and he only felt his own. That settled it. The mask was gone. His second face that he'd sewn onto his own was gone. That would at least partially explain the pain he was in but not all of it. "H-hello?" He moaned. "Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? HELLO?!" A mirror was slid overhead and he looked up at his reflection. It confirmed what he suspected. The face had taken off of his face. Bizarrely however his surgical scars seemed to be missing. His suit, gloves and shoes were gone as well and replaced with a hospital gown. "The hell? Where the hell am I?" "Juan Lelantos. Also known as Maggots the Clown. Also known as Madcap." A voice spoke to him as the mirror slid away and the lights were tilted and lowered closer to him forcing him to close his eyes and look away. "You are under arrest for crimes of terrorism, criminal use of a chemical weapon or biological weapon, bail jumping, tampering with witnesses, criminal conspiracies, arson, coercion, tampering with public records, multiple cases of aggravated manslaughter, torture and many other crimes." "Sooo you're a fan? Damn if you wanted an autograph you just had to ask. Let me up and I'll be happy to give it to you." "You won't be moving again anytime soon Juan. We made certain of that." The voice informed him. "..What?" "Rest assured we have already acquired all of the information on the rest of the Order Of Joy from you. You've been very helpful to this investigation." "I don't remember that." "Don't worry about it. We have a nice comfortable cell waiting for you. You won't ever see the outside world again but at the same time you won't hurt anyone again either. You'll be locked away alone and forgotten for the rest of your sad life." "Don't I get a say in this?" "You're a terrorist. So no." Then a hand reached down and grabbed him and Madcap blacked out again. When he woke up next he was laying on a bed in a square room. It was closed up with no sign of an entrance or exit. A plain white square with a single white light shining down on him. Turning his head he noticed an IV Feed in his arm now. He blinked a few times and then looked up at the ceiling. "What the fuck is this place? Hello? Hello? IS anyone there? Somebody? Anybody?" He asked. His voice echoing off the empty walls. "HELLO?!" He cried out to the empty room. "ISN'T THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?! HELLO? SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER MEEEEEEE!" "What do you think?" Elbert Garret asked his companions as he slid a paper across the table. This muscular gentleman with a boyishly handsome face and short cut hair was the team Bookworm, A Bibliophysiology-Infusion And Hypnotic Writer, which granted him the power to open up and turn people and objects into books and read their history while also being able to infuse hypnotic commands into them, as he had done so to the terrorist and his minions to discover their history and actions and everything else they needed while simultaneously writing them into an eternal sleep and nightmare until they were woken up. He's wearing a standard shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the graceful bow tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt he's wearing a stylish vest with 3 buttons, it has a fairly deep v-line, which causes the vest to line up perfectly with the jacket's v-line when it's button up. The jacket is a perfectly tailored fit for him. It has a wide herringbone pattern which gives the suit a classy and graceful look. The 4 buttons of his single breasted jacket are all buttoned up with the exception of one, a subtle but very effective touch of informality. The jacket is the same length all around, it has a vent at the back, there's a pocket on either side and there's a breast pocket which has been left empty. He's wearing pants which copy the style of the jacket, both in color and pattern and they're a perfect match for his shoes. He's wearing a modest pair of plain toe oxfords. To top it all off he's wearing a classic belt, which can be accompanied by cuff links and a watch. Drusilla Gunhild, also known as Deadye, read over the nightmare he'd locked him into and snickered. "That is downright cruel man. I approve." Drusilla Gunhild is one of the team's Snipers and one of the best in the business. She is an Amazonian redhead with a devlish expression on her face and a love for adventure. She's currently wearing a tank top and camo jeans with tennis shoes with fingerless gloves on her hands. "For a psycho clown like that, being stuck in one room unable to move and bored out of his mind must be absolute hell." "You know, after all of their talk you'd think they'd at least be able to put up a fight. That was way too easy. We're usually wrestling with monsters and giant robots." Tasanee Amornchantanakorn, also known as Mirage, quipped. She was one of the shorter members of the team but solid muscle all the same with the physique of a lifelong martial artist and combat expert. Mirage was one of their stealth and infiltration masters. Her power was, in essence, a Perception Filter. She could make herself unnoticed and ignored by her surroundings and entities and go unregarded by threats and dangers. Mirage is capable of becoming invisible to the naked eye, audio, scent, mechanical devices and even psychic detection to a more limited extent. She was currently wearing an all black outfit from her long sleeved shirt with black gloves to go with her jeans and boots. "What do you expect? We're the baddest mofos on the planet." Drusilla assured her. "That's fair. I guess we can chalk this up to a slow Tuesday." Tasanee looked over the page and giggled. "Oh yeah. He's in for one hell of a nightmare. A chaos and destruction addict like him would hate being stuck in a simple place like that." "Damn straight. So, what's next on the agenda?" "Right now just a bit of R&R. They're going over all of the intel I pulled out of the clowns. Once we've got it all sorted and scouted out the locations, we'll make a plan to move out." "Sounds like fun. I can't wait." Drusilla crossed her legs and sipped her Corona Beer. "Did they ever find the group that went to Castle City?" "Nadda. Still...it's Castle City. If they haven't caused any trouble yet, they're probably dead if they're lucky." "Ain't that the damn truth?" Drusilla chuckled. "I guess that means the remains we found in Elysian were the lucky ones in comparison." "A shame they all had to die but that's the price you pay for wanting to play terrorist." "Regarding that, couldn't you have gone through their pages to find out who exactly killed them?" "It doesn't work like that, remember?" Elbert reminded Tasanee. "The body has to be intact for me to use my powers on them. The less pieces there are, the less pages they'll have. And there wasn't much left of those guys. Furthermore, if they're dead, I only have a brief window to go through their pages before all blank out." He shrugged. "The condition those bodies were in? I wouldn't have been able to get anything either way. Seo-Hyeon's been Flashbacking with the remains but there isn't much to go on. They were wiped out by civilians and cops. Nothing too major. The civilians are being questioned but Neo-Elysian has Self-Defense and Stand Your Ground Laws, so they'll probably walk. Besides, they only really killed terrorist clowns who were involved in a mass murder and destruction scheme. Nobody's crying over them. Any that they didn't kill were picked up by us." He enjoyed the coffee. "After I went through their pages and memorized any necessary information, I locked them up in mind prisons and left it at that." Seo-Hyeon Kang, a.k.a. Flashback was one of the team's Intelligence Officers and Investigators. She had the Tactile Based Empathic Postcognition. She could mentally time travel through touching people or objects and view events in their history. Since they found the remains of the clowns, she'd been going through their past to discover who exactly killed them. It was rather unceremonious when the executioners turned out to be police and random civilians. Humorous but unceremonious all the same. Drusilla cracked up laughing. "OH maaaaan! That is the best damn laugh I've gotten out of these losers! That sounds like something out of a dark comedy! What, did everyone pull a gat on them the moment they tried to pull their shit?" "Pretty much." She laughed. "Oh man I need to see the security footage of this. This sounds amazing." "It really goes to show just how much of a slow Tuesday this was for us though." Tasanee joked. "I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it though. We won, the bad guys lost, and mass slaughter was averted. If you ask me, that's a damn good day." Drusilla assured her.
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Nov 9, 2020 0:54:57 GMT
Deadpan awoke hours later. The world seemed to spin around him and a sharp, throbbing pain took hold of him, so much so that all they wanted to do was vomit and hope the pain would come out with it. Every movement sent waves of throbbing pain through his chest and back and he felt sick. His vision went blurry as tears filled his eyes. Biting the pain wasn't even an option as agonizing cramps seemed to crush his insides from within. What if there was no end to this pain? What if it got worse? These thoughts alone were enough to get his heart racing faster, never mind the pain itself. He paused for a moment and contemplated every answer to this pain, weighing every option and trying to find the best one but none of them came to him. He tried in vain to move his body but it completely refused to listen to him! He could move his head from left to right and blink his eyes and open and close his mouth but nothing else worked. No matter how much he willed it to do so his body wouldn't listen to him! He couldn't move! As far as he could tell, Deadpan was in what looked like a medical room. He was laying on a bed clearly and there were bright lights shining down on him. He could make out some medical equipment around him. He wasn't sure if he'd been experimented on but he certainly suspected it. It would explain why he couldn't move anything. He also finally noticed something off about his face. He tried to rub his face against the oddly comfortable pillow beneath his head and he ran his tongue over what he expected to be the lips of his second face and he only felt his own. That settled it. The mask was gone. His second face that he'd sewn onto his own was gone. That would at least partially explain the pain he was in but not all of it. "H-hello?" He moaned. "Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? HELLO?!" A mirror was slid overhead and he looked up at his reflection. It confirmed what he suspected. The face had taken off of his face. Bizarrely however his surgical scars seemed to be missing. His suit, gloves and shoes were gone as well and replaced with a hospital gown. "The hell? Where the hell am I?" "Juan Lelantos. Also known as Maggots the Clown. Also known as Madcap." A voice spoke to him as the mirror slid away and the lights were tilted and lowered closer to him forcing him to close his eyes and look away. "You are under arrest for crimes of terrorism, criminal use of a chemical weapon or biological weapon, bail jumping, tampering with witnesses, criminal conspiracies, arson, coercion, tampering with public records, multiple cases of aggravated manslaughter, torture and many other crimes." "Sooo you're a fan? Damn if you wanted an autograph you just had to ask. Let me up and I'll be happy to give it to you." "You won't be moving again anytime soon Juan. We made certain of that." The voice informed him. "..What?" "Rest assured we have already acquired all of the information on the rest of the Order Of Joy from you. You've been very helpful to this investigation." "I don't remember that." "Don't worry about it. We have a nice comfortable cell waiting for you. You won't ever see the outside world again but at the same time you won't hurt anyone again either. You'll be locked away alone and forgotten for the rest of your sad life." "Don't I get a say in this?" "You're a terrorist. So no." Then a hand reached down and grabbed him and Madcap blacked out again. When he woke up next he was laying on a bed in a square room. It was closed up with no sign of an entrance or exit. A plain white square with a single white light shining down on him. Turning his head he noticed an IV Feed in his arm now. He blinked a few times and then looked up at the ceiling. "What the fuck is this place? Hello? Hello? IS anyone there? Somebody? Anybody?" He asked. His voice echoing off the empty walls. "HELLO?!" He cried out to the empty room. "ISN'T THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?! HELLO? SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER MEEEEEEE!" "What do you think?" Elbert Garret asked his companions as he slid a paper across the table. This muscular gentleman with a boyishly handsome face and short cut hair was the team Bookworm, A Bibliophysiology-Infusion And Hypnotic Writer, which granted him the power to open up and turn people and objects into books and read their history while also being able to infuse hypnotic commands into them, as he had done so to the terrorist and his minions to discover their history and actions and everything else they needed while simultaneously writing them into an eternal sleep and nightmare until they were woken up. He's wearing a standard shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the graceful bow tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt he's wearing a stylish vest with 3 buttons, it has a fairly deep v-line, which causes the vest to line up perfectly with the jacket's v-line when it's button up. The jacket is a perfectly tailored fit for him. It has a wide herringbone pattern which gives the suit a classy and graceful look. The 4 buttons of his single breasted jacket are all buttoned up with the exception of one, a subtle but very effective touch of informality. The jacket is the same length all around, it has a vent at the back, there's a pocket on either side and there's a breast pocket which has been left empty. He's wearing pants which copy the style of the jacket, both in color and pattern and they're a perfect match for his shoes. He's wearing a modest pair of plain toe oxfords. To top it all off he's wearing a classic belt, which can be accompanied by cuff links and a watch. Drusilla Gunhild, also known as Deadye, read over the nightmare he'd locked him into and snickered. "That is downright cruel man. I approve." Drusilla Gunhild is one of the team's Snipers and one of the best in the business. She is an Amazonian redhead with a devlish expression on her face and a love for adventure. She's currently wearing a tank top and camo jeans with tennis shoes with fingerless gloves on her hands. "For a psycho clown like that, being stuck in one room unable to move and bored out of his mind must be absolute hell." "You know, after all of their talk you'd think they'd at least be able to put up a fight. That was way too easy. We're usually wrestling with monsters and giant robots." Tasanee Amornchantanakorn, also known as Mirage, quipped. She was one of the shorter members of the team but solid muscle all the same with the physique of a lifelong martial artist and combat expert. Mirage was one of their stealth and infiltration masters. Her power was, in essence, a Perception Filter. She could make herself unnoticed and ignored by her surroundings and entities and go unregarded by threats and dangers. Mirage is capable of becoming invisible to the naked eye, audio, scent, mechanical devices and even psychic detection to a more limited extent. She was currently wearing an all black outfit from her long sleeved shirt with black gloves to go with her jeans and boots. "What do you expect? We're the baddest mofos on the planet." Drusilla assured her. "That's fair. I guess we can chalk this up to a slow Tuesday." Tasanee looked over the page and giggled. "Oh yeah. He's in for one hell of a nightmare. A chaos and destruction addict like him would hate being stuck in a simple place like that." "Damn straight. So, what's next on the agenda?" "Right now just a bit of R&R. They're going over all of the intel I pulled out of the clowns. Once we've got it all sorted and scouted out the locations, we'll make a plan to move out." "Sounds like fun. I can't wait." Drusilla crossed her legs and sipped her Corona Beer. "Did they ever find the group that went to Castle City?" "Nadda. Still...it's Castle City. If they haven't caused any trouble yet, they're probably dead if they're lucky." "Ain't that the damn truth?" Drusilla chuckled. "I guess that means the remains we found in Elysian were the lucky ones in comparison." "A shame they all had to die but that's the price you pay for wanting to play terrorist." "Regarding that, couldn't you have gone through their pages to find out who exactly killed them?" "It doesn't work like that, remember?" Elbert reminded Tasanee. "The body has to be intact for me to use my powers on them. The less pieces there are, the less pages they'll have. And there wasn't much left of those guys. Furthermore, if they're dead, I only have a brief window to go through their pages before all blank out." He shrugged. "The condition those bodies were in? I wouldn't have been able to get anything either way. Seo-Hyeon's been Flashbacking with the remains but there isn't much to go on. They were wiped out by civilians and cops. Nothing too major. The civilians are being questioned but Neo-Elysian has Self-Defense and Stand Your Ground Laws, so they'll probably walk. Besides, they only really killed terrorist clowns who were involved in a mass murder and destruction scheme. Nobody's crying over them. Any that they didn't kill were picked up by us." He enjoyed the coffee. "After I went through their pages and memorized any necessary information, I locked them up in mind prisons and left it at that." Seo-Hyeon Kang, a.k.a. Flashback was one of the team's Intelligence Officers and Investigators. She had the Tactile Based Empathic Postcognition. She could mentally time travel through touching people or objects and view events in their history. Since they found the remains of the clowns, she'd been going through their past to discover who exactly killed them. It was rather unceremonious when the executioners turned out to be police and random civilians. Humorous but unceremonious all the same. Drusilla cracked up laughing. "OH maaaaan! That is the best damn laugh I've gotten out of these losers! That sounds like something out of a dark comedy! What, did everyone pull a gat on them the moment they tried to pull their shit?" "Pretty much." She laughed. "Oh man I need to see the security footage of this. This sounds amazing." "It really goes to show just how much of a slow Tuesday this was for us though." Tasanee joked. "I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it though. We won, the bad guys lost, and mass slaughter was averted. If you ask me, that's a damn good day." Drusilla assured her. Okay, so, UPDATE! Edited the post down, simplified things for myself and I thought this would be funnier. I also picked out a new look for Mirage. Mainly because I see her as The Cute Bruiser type. Imagine her look being based off of Sophie Arvebrink and you've got the basic idea.
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Nov 13, 2020 21:25:01 GMT
Deadpan awoke hours later. The world seemed to spin around him and a sharp, throbbing pain took hold of him, so much so that all they wanted to do was vomit and hope the pain would come out with it. Every movement sent waves of throbbing pain through his chest and back and he felt sick. His vision went blurry as tears filled his eyes. Biting the pain wasn't even an option as agonizing cramps seemed to crush his insides from within. What if there was no end to this pain? What if it got worse? These thoughts alone were enough to get his heart racing faster, never mind the pain itself. He paused for a moment and contemplated every answer to this pain, weighing every option and trying to find the best one but none of them came to him. He tried in vain to move his body but it completely refused to listen to him! He could move his head from left to right and blink his eyes and open and close his mouth but nothing else worked. No matter how much he willed it to do so his body wouldn't listen to him! He couldn't move! As far as he could tell, Deadpan was in what looked like a medical room. He was laying on a bed clearly and there were bright lights shining down on him. He could make out some medical equipment around him. He wasn't sure if he'd been experimented on but he certainly suspected it. It would explain why he couldn't move anything. He also finally noticed something off about his face. He tried to rub his face against the oddly comfortable pillow beneath his head and he ran his tongue over what he expected to be the lips of his second face and he only felt his own. That settled it. The mask was gone. His second face that he'd sewn onto his own was gone. That would at least partially explain the pain he was in but not all of it. "H-hello?" He moaned. "Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? HELLO?!" A mirror was slid overhead and he looked up at his reflection. It confirmed what he suspected. The face had taken off of his face. Bizarrely however his surgical scars seemed to be missing. His suit, gloves and shoes were gone as well and replaced with a hospital gown. "The hell? Where the hell am I?" "Juan Lelantos. Also known as Maggots the Clown. Also known as Madcap." A voice spoke to him as the mirror slid away and the lights were tilted and lowered closer to him forcing him to close his eyes and look away. "You are under arrest for crimes of terrorism, criminal use of a chemical weapon or biological weapon, bail jumping, tampering with witnesses, criminal conspiracies, arson, coercion, tampering with public records, multiple cases of aggravated manslaughter, torture and many other crimes." "Sooo you're a fan? Damn if you wanted an autograph you just had to ask. Let me up and I'll be happy to give it to you." "You won't be moving again anytime soon Juan. We made certain of that." The voice informed him. "..What?" "Rest assured we have already acquired all of the information on the rest of the Order Of Joy from you. You've been very helpful to this investigation." "I don't remember that." "Don't worry about it. We have a nice comfortable cell waiting for you. You won't ever see the outside world again but at the same time you won't hurt anyone again either. You'll be locked away alone and forgotten for the rest of your sad life." "Don't I get a say in this?" "You're a terrorist. So no." Then a hand reached down and grabbed him and Madcap blacked out again. When he woke up next he was laying on a bed in a square room. It was closed up with no sign of an entrance or exit. A plain white square with a single white light shining down on him. Turning his head he noticed an IV Feed in his arm now. He blinked a few times and then looked up at the ceiling. "What the fuck is this place? Hello? Hello? IS anyone there? Somebody? Anybody?" He asked. His voice echoing off the empty walls. "HELLO?!" He cried out to the empty room. "ISN'T THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?! HELLO? SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER MEEEEEEE!" "What do you think?" Elbert Garret asked his companions as he slid a paper across the table. This muscular gentleman with a boyishly handsome face and short cut hair was the team Bookworm, A Bibliophysiology-Infusion And Hypnotic Writer, which granted him the power to open up and turn people and objects into books and read their history while also being able to infuse hypnotic commands into them, as he had done so to the terrorist and his minions to discover their history and actions and everything else they needed while simultaneously writing them into an eternal sleep and nightmare until they were woken up. He's wearing a standard shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the graceful bow tie he's wearing. On top of the shirt he's wearing a stylish vest with 3 buttons, it has a fairly deep v-line, which causes the vest to line up perfectly with the jacket's v-line when it's button up. The jacket is a perfectly tailored fit for him. It has a wide herringbone pattern which gives the suit a classy and graceful look. The 4 buttons of his single breasted jacket are all buttoned up with the exception of one, a subtle but very effective touch of informality. The jacket is the same length all around, it has a vent at the back, there's a pocket on either side and there's a breast pocket which has been left empty. He's wearing pants which copy the style of the jacket, both in color and pattern and they're a perfect match for his shoes. He's wearing a modest pair of plain toe oxfords. To top it all off he's wearing a classic belt, which can be accompanied by cuff links and a watch. Drusilla Gunhild, also known as Deadye, read over the nightmare he'd locked him into and snickered. "That is downright cruel man. I approve." Drusilla Gunhild is one of the team's Snipers and one of the best in the business. She is an Amazonian redhead with a devlish expression on her face and a love for adventure. She's currently wearing a tank top and camo jeans with tennis shoes with fingerless gloves on her hands. "For a psycho clown like that, being stuck in one room unable to move and bored out of his mind must be absolute hell." "You know, after all of their talk you'd think they'd at least be able to put up a fight. That was way too easy. We're usually wrestling with monsters and giant robots." Tasanee Amornchantanakorn, also known as Mirage, quipped. She was one of the shorter members of the team but solid muscle all the same with the physique of a lifelong martial artist and combat expert. Mirage was one of their stealth and infiltration masters. Her power was, in essence, a Perception Filter. She could make herself unnoticed and ignored by her surroundings and entities and go unregarded by threats and dangers. Mirage is capable of becoming invisible to the naked eye, audio, scent, mechanical devices and even psychic detection to a more limited extent. She was currently wearing an all black outfit from her long sleeved shirt with black gloves to go with her jeans and boots. "What do you expect? We're the baddest mofos on the planet." Drusilla assured her. "That's fair. I guess we can chalk this up to a slow Tuesday." Tasanee looked over the page and giggled. "Oh yeah. He's in for one hell of a nightmare. A chaos and destruction addict like him would hate being stuck in a simple place like that." "Damn straight. So, what's next on the agenda?" "Right now just a bit of R&R. They're going over all of the intel I pulled out of the clowns. Once we've got it all sorted and scouted out the locations, we'll make a plan to move out." "Sounds like fun. I can't wait." Drusilla crossed her legs and sipped her Corona Beer. "Did they ever find the group that went to Castle City?" "Nadda. Still...it's Castle City. If they haven't caused any trouble yet, they're probably dead if they're lucky." "Ain't that the damn truth?" Drusilla chuckled. "I guess that means the remains we found in Elysian were the lucky ones in comparison." "A shame they all had to die but that's the price you pay for wanting to play terrorist." "Regarding that, couldn't you have gone through their pages to find out who exactly killed them?" "It doesn't work like that, remember?" Elbert reminded Tasanee. "The body has to be intact for me to use my powers on them. The less pieces there are, the less pages they'll have. And there wasn't much left of those guys. Furthermore, if they're dead, I only have a brief window to go through their pages before all blank out." He shrugged. "The condition those bodies were in? I wouldn't have been able to get anything either way. Seo-Hyeon's been Flashbacking with the remains but there isn't much to go on. They were wiped out by civilians and cops. Nothing too major. The civilians are being questioned but Neo-Elysian has Self-Defense and Stand Your Ground Laws, so they'll probably walk. Besides, they only really killed terrorist clowns who were involved in a mass murder and destruction scheme. Nobody's crying over them. Any that they didn't kill were picked up by us." He enjoyed the coffee. "After I went through their pages and memorized any necessary information, I locked them up in mind prisons and left it at that." Seo-Hyeon Kang, a.k.a. Flashback was one of the team's Intelligence Officers and Investigators. She had the Tactile Based Empathic Postcognition. She could mentally time travel through touching people or objects and view events in their history. Since they found the remains of the clowns, she'd been going through their past to discover who exactly killed them. It was rather unceremonious when the executioners turned out to be police and random civilians. Humorous but unceremonious all the same. Drusilla cracked up laughing. "OH maaaaan! That is the best damn laugh I've gotten out of these losers! That sounds like something out of a dark comedy! What, did everyone pull a gat on them the moment they tried to pull their shit?" "Pretty much." She laughed. "Oh man I need to see the security footage of this. This sounds amazing." "It really goes to show just how much of a slow Tuesday this was for us though." Tasanee joked. "I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it though. We won, the bad guys lost, and mass slaughter was averted. If you ask me, that's a damn good day." Drusilla assured her. "Hello? Hello? HELL-LOOOOOO!" Madcap repeatedly slammed her arms against the door. "Isn't there anybody out there? Does this thing even open? HELLO?! HEY! OPEN UP! COME ON! I GOT RIGHTS YA KNOW!" She started kicking the door to no avail. "WHY! WON'T! THIS! STUPID! DOOR! OPEN! RRRRRGGGHH!" She stomped away muttering to herself until she reached a far wall and then turned back to the door and thumped her chest. "ALRIGHT YOU STUPID DOOR! YOU ASKED FOR IT! HERE COMES THE THUNDER!" She screamed and charged the door as fast as she could, an impressive twenty-three miles per hour in fact, and slammed her shoulder against it. She smacked against the door and dropped to the floor like a rock. "Owwwwwwww!" She rolled around holding her shoulder. "Ow!Ow!Ow!OWwwwwwww! Whyyyyyy~!" She groaned. She sat up and rubbed her shoulder. "Rrrrrggggh! In that case!" She ran to the other end of the room again and repeated the effort except this time she tried to dropkick the door. She just fell on her back again. "OH COME ON!" She stood back up and repeatedly kicked the door and tried to pull it open to no avail. After an hour of this she dropped to the floor again. "MMmmmmmmm! NO FAIR!" She hit the door. "Why won't it open? Why isn't anyone answering me? Can't anybody hear me? Isn't anybody there?" She sighed and looked around the white white room. Everything here was as white as snow. From the tables, to the couches, to the cushions, to the shelves, to the books, to the windows that looked out to a cloudy void, to the wallpapers and floors, everything here was white white white white! It was almost as if it had snowed in there. The only things not snow white were the interiors of the vents and she had no clue where those lead to or came from. They sure as hell were way too small for her to fit in even if she could use them. Not that she could get up there anyway. No matter how high she jumped or climbed or how creative she got, they were always out of her reach. On the bright side, the pain in her shoulder had already faded. So that was nice. She rubbed it. It didn't hurt at all. It was as if she never hurt it in the first place. "Man oh man. I'm not gonna complain, what kind of funhouse place is this?" She questioned. She rubbed the carpeting. It was super soft. Like puffy clouds. Eventually, Madcap decided that, if she couldn't escape, she might as well go see what else was here. Madcap stood up and started dance walking in circles around the room, taking a good look at her surroundings. It was a nice room. Snow white. It could use more variety in colors, as in, some actual variety, any variety, but it was a nice looking room at least. She could get comfortable here at least until she figured out a way to escape. As she twirled around the room she passed by a full length mirror on the wall and something caught her eyes. Madcap ran back in front of it to check her reflection and her eyes widened. She wasn't looking at herself in the mirror. She was looking at a hopeful young woman with her blonde hair in a pixie cut. Instead of her jester outfit she was wearing a labcoat, a long sleeved white shirt, long black plants, shoes and rubber gloves. She was beautiful and cute and pure and innocent. This was not her. This was not Madcap! This was the old her. Maddison Caparotta. The Medic. The Doctor. The Professor. The Weakling. The Woman Madcap tore apart to be reborn to become Madcap. "NO! NO! NO! NO! Nononononononono! Not you! Not you! NO! NO! NOT YOU! I KILLED YOU! YOU'RE GONE! YOU'RE DEAD! I KILLED YOU MADDISON! ALONG WITH MANY OTHER PEOPLE! YOU'RE DEAD! I'M NOT YOU! YOU'RE GONE!"" She screamed at the reflection. "YOU'RE DEAD YOU HEAR ME! DEAD! D-E-A-D! DEAD!" Maddison just smiled and waved to her. "NOOOOO!" She screamed and ran away from the mirror. She hid in front of a sofa for a minute and she slowly peeked out and looked back at the mirror. From her perspective at least there was nothing there now. She sank back down in front of the sofa and turned around and pressed her back against it. "What the fuck is this place?" ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Back in reality, Madcap was asleep in a bed being monitored by machines and watched by cameras and doctors. Her makeup had been cleaned off and she was dressed in a hospital gown. Her costume was locked in evidence along with the others. Reina Blaise, The Detonator Of The Team, was currently dressed in black jeans and a red shirt, watched them through a window while chewing gum. "For what it's worth, you got off pretty lucky, clown girl. I would've just splattered your guts against the walls." She shrugged. Reina turned her attention to the Gentleman Vampire in the Red Jacket walking up to her. "I mean, you agree with me, right Lucius?" She asked her Great Grandfather: Lucius D’Artagnan. The Vampire Of The Crew and the oldest member of the team. Unlike the majority of the team, he wasn't Enhanced Via Bioaugmentation and Nanomachines. Just good old fashioned Vampirism. Much more simple. Relatively speaking. /photo/1
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Nov 14, 2020 5:23:03 GMT
Great Grandfather! Didn’t see that one coming!
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Nov 14, 2020 20:58:52 GMT
Great Grandfather! Didn’t see that one coming! You know it man! I wanted to spice the relationships up a bit more in this version and I figured I could have a bit of fun with Lucius as the old man of the team along with potentially having some familial relationships to a few of the crew.
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Nov 14, 2020 23:23:53 GMT
"A shame they all had to die but that's the price you pay for wanting to play terrorist." "Regarding that, couldn't you have gone through their pages to find out who exactly killed them?" "It doesn't work like that, remember?" Elbert reminded Tasanee. "The body has to be intact for me to use my powers on them. The less pieces there are, the less pages they'll have. And there wasn't much left of those guys. Furthermore, if they're dead, I only have a brief window to go through their pages before all blank out." He shrugged. "The condition those bodies were in? I wouldn't have been able to get anything either way. Seo-Hyeon's been Flashbacking with the remains but there isn't much to go on. They were wiped out by civilians and cops. Nothing too major. The civilians are being questioned but Neo-Elysian has Self-Defense and Stand Your Ground Laws, so they'll probably walk. Besides, they only really killed terrorist clowns who were involved in a mass murder and destruction scheme. Nobody's crying over them. Any that they didn't kill were picked up by us." He enjoyed the coffee. "After I went through their pages and memorized any necessary information, I locked them up in mind prisons and left it at that." Seo-Hyeon Kang, a.k.a. Flashback was one of the team's Intelligence Officers and Investigators. She had the Tactile Based Empathic Postcognition. She could mentally time travel through touching people or objects and view events in their history. Since they found the remains of the clowns, she'd been going through their past to discover who exactly killed them. It was rather unceremonious when the executioners turned out to be police and random civilians. Humorous but unceremonious all the same. Drusilla cracked up laughing. "OH maaaaan! That is the best damn laugh I've gotten out of these losers! That sounds like something out of a dark comedy! What, did everyone pull a gat on them the moment they tried to pull their shit?" "Pretty much." She laughed. "Oh man I need to see the security footage of this. This sounds amazing." "It really goes to show just how much of a slow Tuesday this was for us though." Tasanee joked. "I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it though. We won, the bad guys lost, and mass slaughter was averted. If you ask me, that's a damn good day." Drusilla assured her. "Hello? Hello? HELL-LOOOOOO!" Madcap repeatedly slammed her arms against the door. "Isn't there anybody out there? Does this thing even open? HELLO?! HEY! OPEN UP! COME ON! I GOT RIGHTS YA KNOW!" She started kicking the door to no avail. "WHY! WON'T! THIS! STUPID! DOOR! OPEN! RRRRRGGGHH!" She stomped away muttering to herself until she reached a far wall and then turned back to the door and thumped her chest. "ALRIGHT YOU STUPID DOOR! YOU ASKED FOR IT! HERE COMES THE THUNDER!" She screamed and charged the door as fast as she could, an impressive twenty-three miles per hour in fact, and slammed her shoulder against it. She smacked against the door and dropped to the floor like a rock. "Owwwwwwww!" She rolled around holding her shoulder. "Ow!Ow!Ow!OWwwwwwww! Whyyyyyy~!" She groaned. She sat up and rubbed her shoulder. "Rrrrrggggh! In that case!" She ran to the other end of the room again and repeated the effort except this time she tried to dropkick the door. She just fell on her back again. "OH COME ON!" She stood back up and repeatedly kicked the door and tried to pull it open to no avail. After an hour of this she dropped to the floor again. "MMmmmmmmm! NO FAIR!" She hit the door. "Why won't it open? Why isn't anyone answering me? Can't anybody hear me? Isn't anybody there?" She sighed and looked around the white white room. Everything here was as white as snow. From the tables, to the couches, to the cushions, to the shelves, to the books, to the windows that looked out to a cloudy void, to the wallpapers and floors, everything here was white white white white! It was almost as if it had snowed in there. The only things not snow white were the interiors of the vents and she had no clue where those lead to or came from. They sure as hell were way too small for her to fit in even if she could use them. Not that she could get up there anyway. No matter how high she jumped or climbed or how creative she got, they were always out of her reach. On the bright side, the pain in her shoulder had already faded. So that was nice. She rubbed it. It didn't hurt at all. It was as if she never hurt it in the first place. "Man oh man. I'm not gonna complain, what kind of funhouse place is this?" She questioned. She rubbed the carpeting. It was super soft. Like puffy clouds. Eventually, Madcap decided that, if she couldn't escape, she might as well go see what else was here. Madcap stood up and started dance walking in circles around the room, taking a good look at her surroundings. It was a nice room. Snow white. It could use more variety in colors, as in, some actual variety, any variety, but it was a nice looking room at least. She could get comfortable here at least until she figured out a way to escape. As she twirled around the room she passed by a full length mirror on the wall and something caught her eyes. Madcap ran back in front of it to check her reflection and her eyes widened. She wasn't looking at herself in the mirror. She was looking at a hopeful young woman with her blonde hair in a pixie cut. Instead of her jester outfit she was wearing a labcoat, a long sleeved white shirt, long black plants, shoes and rubber gloves. She was beautiful and cute and pure and innocent. This was not her. This was not Madcap! This was the old her. Maddison Caparotta. The Medic. The Doctor. The Professor. The Weakling. The Woman Madcap tore apart to be reborn to become Madcap. "NO! NO! NO! NO! Nononononononono! Not you! Not you! NO! NO! NOT YOU! I KILLED YOU! YOU'RE GONE! YOU'RE DEAD! I KILLED YOU MADDISON! ALONG WITH MANY OTHER PEOPLE! YOU'RE DEAD! I'M NOT YOU! YOU'RE GONE!"" She screamed at the reflection. "YOU'RE DEAD YOU HEAR ME! DEAD! D-E-A-D! DEAD!" Maddison just smiled and waved to her. "NOOOOO!" She screamed and ran away from the mirror. She hid in front of a sofa for a minute and she slowly peeked out and looked back at the mirror. From her perspective at least there was nothing there now. She sank back down in front of the sofa and turned around and pressed her back against it. "What the fuck is this place?" ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Back in reality, Madcap was asleep in a bed being monitored by machines and watched by cameras and doctors. Her makeup had been cleaned off and she was dressed in a hospital gown. Her costume was locked in evidence along with the others. Reina Blaise, The Detonator Of The Team, was currently dressed in black jeans and a red shirt, watched them through a window while chewing gum. "For what it's worth, you got off pretty lucky, clown girl. I would've just splattered your guts against the walls." She shrugged. Reina turned her attention to the Gentleman Vampire in the Red Jacket walking up to her. "I mean, you agree with me, right Lucius?" She asked her Great Grandfather: Lucius D’Artagnan. The Vampire Of The Crew and the oldest member of the team. Unlike the majority of the team, he wasn't Enhanced Via Bioaugmentation and Nanomachines. Just good old fashioned Vampirism. Much more simple. Relatively speaking. /photo/1 "So...Your roommate won't hurt her would he?" Reina asked while she studies Maddison, calculating exactly how much longer till she eventually breaks down. "She." Lucius corrected then sighs despite the lack of lungs. "I know, imagine my surprise when I first discovered it. The Demon is a complicated lot but can work with you if you give it enough of an incentive. To answer your question, it all depends on the patient. You want to know the real reason why I haven't just put a bullet into her right now?" "Does part of it involves...Bathory?" Reina grimaced at the mention of her name. "One word before you answer, WHY?!!!" Lucius placed a hand over his face, "Some BS about liking her style hence why The Demon insist she should be named after her. Anyways for some strange reason she finds circus freak over here fascinating and wishes to bring her into the fold"
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Nov 14, 2020 23:41:23 GMT
"Hello? Hello? HELL-LOOOOOO!" Madcap repeatedly slammed her arms against the door. "Isn't there anybody out there? Does this thing even open? HELLO?! HEY! OPEN UP! COME ON! I GOT RIGHTS YA KNOW!" She started kicking the door to no avail. "WHY! WON'T! THIS! STUPID! DOOR! OPEN! RRRRRGGGHH!" She stomped away muttering to herself until she reached a far wall and then turned back to the door and thumped her chest. "ALRIGHT YOU STUPID DOOR! YOU ASKED FOR IT! HERE COMES THE THUNDER!" She screamed and charged the door as fast as she could, an impressive twenty-three miles per hour in fact, and slammed her shoulder against it. She smacked against the door and dropped to the floor like a rock. "Owwwwwwww!" She rolled around holding her shoulder. "Ow!Ow!Ow!OWwwwwwww! Whyyyyyy~!" She groaned. She sat up and rubbed her shoulder. "Rrrrrggggh! In that case!" She ran to the other end of the room again and repeated the effort except this time she tried to dropkick the door. She just fell on her back again. "OH COME ON!" She stood back up and repeatedly kicked the door and tried to pull it open to no avail. After an hour of this she dropped to the floor again. "MMmmmmmmm! NO FAIR!" She hit the door. "Why won't it open? Why isn't anyone answering me? Can't anybody hear me? Isn't anybody there?" She sighed and looked around the white white room. Everything here was as white as snow. From the tables, to the couches, to the cushions, to the shelves, to the books, to the windows that looked out to a cloudy void, to the wallpapers and floors, everything here was white white white white! It was almost as if it had snowed in there. The only things not snow white were the interiors of the vents and she had no clue where those lead to or came from. They sure as hell were way too small for her to fit in even if she could use them. Not that she could get up there anyway. No matter how high she jumped or climbed or how creative she got, they were always out of her reach. On the bright side, the pain in her shoulder had already faded. So that was nice. She rubbed it. It didn't hurt at all. It was as if she never hurt it in the first place. "Man oh man. I'm not gonna complain, what kind of funhouse place is this?" She questioned. She rubbed the carpeting. It was super soft. Like puffy clouds. Eventually, Madcap decided that, if she couldn't escape, she might as well go see what else was here. Madcap stood up and started dance walking in circles around the room, taking a good look at her surroundings. It was a nice room. Snow white. It could use more variety in colors, as in, some actual variety, any variety, but it was a nice looking room at least. She could get comfortable here at least until she figured out a way to escape. As she twirled around the room she passed by a full length mirror on the wall and something caught her eyes. Madcap ran back in front of it to check her reflection and her eyes widened. She wasn't looking at herself in the mirror. She was looking at a hopeful young woman with her blonde hair in a pixie cut. Instead of her jester outfit she was wearing a labcoat, a long sleeved white shirt, long black plants, shoes and rubber gloves. She was beautiful and cute and pure and innocent. This was not her. This was not Madcap! This was the old her. Maddison Caparotta. The Medic. The Doctor. The Professor. The Weakling. The Woman Madcap tore apart to be reborn to become Madcap. "NO! NO! NO! NO! Nononononononono! Not you! Not you! NO! NO! NOT YOU! I KILLED YOU! YOU'RE GONE! YOU'RE DEAD! I KILLED YOU MADDISON! ALONG WITH MANY OTHER PEOPLE! YOU'RE DEAD! I'M NOT YOU! YOU'RE GONE!"" She screamed at the reflection. "YOU'RE DEAD YOU HEAR ME! DEAD! D-E-A-D! DEAD!" Maddison just smiled and waved to her. "NOOOOO!" She screamed and ran away from the mirror. She hid in front of a sofa for a minute and she slowly peeked out and looked back at the mirror. From her perspective at least there was nothing there now. She sank back down in front of the sofa and turned around and pressed her back against it. "What the fuck is this place?" ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Back in reality, Madcap was asleep in a bed being monitored by machines and watched by cameras and doctors. Her makeup had been cleaned off and she was dressed in a hospital gown. Her costume was locked in evidence along with the others. Reina Blaise, The Detonator Of The Team, was currently dressed in black jeans and a red shirt, watched them through a window while chewing gum. "For what it's worth, you got off pretty lucky, clown girl. I would've just splattered your guts against the walls." She shrugged. Reina turned her attention to the Gentleman Vampire in the Red Jacket walking up to her. "I mean, you agree with me, right Lucius?" She asked her Great Grandfather: Lucius D’Artagnan. The Vampire Of The Crew and the oldest member of the team. Unlike the majority of the team, he wasn't Enhanced Via Bioaugmentation and Nanomachines. Just good old fashioned Vampirism. Much more simple. Relatively speaking. /photo/1 "So...Your roommate won't hurt her would he?" Reina asked while she studies Maddison, calculating exactly how much longer till she eventually breaks down. "She." Lucius corrected then sighs despite the lack of lungs. "I know, imagine my surprise when I first discovered it. The Demon is a complicated lot but can work with you if you give it enough of an incentive. To answer your question, it all depends on the patient. You want to know the real reason why I haven't just put a bullet into her right now?" "Does part of it involves...Bathory?" Reina grimaced at the mention of her name. "One word before you answer, WHY?!!!" Lucius placed a hand over his face, "Some BS about liking her style hence why The Demon insist she should be named after her. Anyways for some strange reason she finds circus freak over here fascinating and wishes to bring her into the fold" "Hmmm, by the fold, do you mean a Coven or The Team?" She questioned. "Because I'm sure The Commander would sooner see her locked up in Cocytus than allow her on the team. Can't say I blame him either. We have to be able to trust each other out in the field."
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Nov 14, 2020 23:44:52 GMT
"So...Your roommate won't hurt her would he?" Reina asked while she studies Maddison, calculating exactly how much longer till she eventually breaks down. "She." Lucius corrected then sighs despite the lack of lungs. "I know, imagine my surprise when I first discovered it. The Demon is a complicated lot but can work with you if you give it enough of an incentive. To answer your question, it all depends on the patient. You want to know the real reason why I haven't just put a bullet into her right now?" "Does part of it involves...Bathory?" Reina grimaced at the mention of her name. "One word before you answer, WHY?!!!" Lucius placed a hand over his face, "Some BS about liking her style hence why The Demon insist she should be named after her. Anyways for some strange reason she finds circus freak over here fascinating and wishes to bring her into the fold" "Hmmm, by the fold, do you mean a Coven or The Team?" She questioned. "Because I'm sure The Commander would sooner see her locked up in Cocytus than allow her on the team. Can't say I blame him either. We have to be able to trust each other out in the field." "More like the former. The day I do decide to Sire someone it most certainly won't be this one" Lucius stated.
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Nov 15, 2020 2:43:42 GMT
"Hmmm, by the fold, do you mean a Coven or The Team?" She questioned. "Because I'm sure The Commander would sooner see her locked up in Cocytus than allow her on the team. Can't say I blame him either. We have to be able to trust each other out in the field." "More like the former. The day I do decide to Sire someone it most certainly won't be this one" Lucius stated. "Right? So who would you choose? I know that The Red Dragons go for the Pretty Boys and Hot Babes. But what about you, Grandfather? What's your preference?" Reina asked him. "I'm a soldier, kiddo. If was to turn someone, I would pick someone who's been on the front lines and seen combat." Lucius replied.
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Post by SuperKamiGuy1 on Nov 16, 2020 5:17:17 GMT
"More like the former. The day I do decide to Sire someone it most certainly won't be this one" Lucius stated. "Right? So who would you choose? I know that The Red Dragons go for the Pretty Boys and Hot Babes. But what about you, Grandfather? What's your preference?" Reina asked him. "I'm a soldier, kiddo. If was to turn someone, I would pick someone who's been on the front lines and seen combat." Lucius replied. "Any potential candidates?" "Well finding someone willing to foresake their humanity to became a Vampire is harder than you'd think among soldiers. Especially the ones who know about what the process entails and what they'll have to live with after. I do have my eyes on a few but, you know how it is." "That makes sense. Well don't worry gramps, I'm sure you'll find someone." "Thanks Reina. But there's no real rush. Age isn't a problem for me. Hell, it's barely a problem for you guys anymore." "I know right?" Reina looked at her right hand and wiggled her fingers. "All I can say is that they did one hell of a job with their augmentations." The majority of the team, aside from The Old Timers like Lucius and The Magics, were trained from a young age in military strategy, a variety of school subjects, mastering their senses, all forms of combat, Chi Manipulation and much more along with mastering their powers for those who had them. This continued until their bodies were pushed to the peak of human conditioning. Therefore, their strength, speed, stamina, senses, agility, reflexes, accuracy, longevity, durability, intelligence, healing time, flexibility and combat skills were at the maximum limit of human condition. Even prior to their enhancements, the team were superior to normal members of the human species, as well as Olympic-level athletes. They are strong enough to punch an individual through a wooden or thin-metal door; able to break thin steel bars with their bare hands; fast enough to catch-up or outrun moving vehicles; able to exert themselves to peak capacity for hours; producing top-endurance and lung capacity; agile enough to climb the tallest of buildings, leap to high feats into the air and distant miles; reflexive enough to quickly dodge multiple gunfire, incoming attacks, and fast motions, accurate enough to achieve multiple small and further distant targets, capable of living longer than the average-person, durable enough to withstand normal and enhanced physical/projectile attacks, intelligent enough to understand complex problems better than average humans, they can heal themselves in very short-periods of time, flexible enough to coordinate their limbs perfectly and their combat skills are advanced enough to defeat large groups of enemies. And that was just what the human members got out of it. The already Powered members found their own powers greatly improved on top of their top of the line physical conditioning. Once the team had reached their physical peaks, they were given The Procedure which altered their DNA via extensive Bio-Augmentation and and powered up even further thanks to nanomachines. Their new Bio-Enhanced Physiology pushed their already peak condition into the superhuman territory along with granting them some additional benefits. The laundry list of enhancements were not comfortable. More like excruciatingly painful. If it weren't for their training and conditioning beforehand, Reina wasn't sure anyone besides The Commander would've been able to withstand it. Reina at least remembered blacking out a few times during The Procedure. A common experience among the team. Still you couldn't argue with the results. The team were were an army of unstoppable super soldiers now and ready and able to take on anything. Which was for the best. Because they'd seen some weird shit. "Say, that reminds me. Alright, so, purely as a hypothetical here...what would happen if someone tried to turn Seth?" "Huh." Lucius crossed his arms as he considered this. "You know? I don't think anyone's ever tried to turn a Bio-Borg before. I know The Turning doesn't agree with cyborgs too well but Seth is considerable closer to organics than cyborgs are. Even with his Tactile Technological Integration abilities."
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Nov 20, 2020 4:28:23 GMT
While Reina herself would often joke that she and her squad looked like they've just walked out of a classic sci-fi movie Seth is most certainly in another league. For one thing they don't even know who created him and good luck asking Seth because even he doesn't know. Yet he manages to function like a normal human being. She does wonder if she should press this subject? There was a certain eccentric scientist who has taken an interest in Seth and Seth is friends with one of Piper's creations. Yet her great grandfather has been alone for far too long. He deserves someone.
"Also, food for thought, I hear that Seth has taken a liking to ya" She nudged her great grandpa playfully
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