Broken Arms, This affront shall not go unpunished!

Markinson grinned widely down at the permits in his hands... Permit to Rampage. Permit to commit acts of aggression against other factions. Permit to inflict grievous property damage. Permit to blow... uh... stuff up.

And before him, a great army awaited his command. He thrust his fist into the air, dark energy flowing off of it like a flame. His army did the same, a great sea of yellow arms held upwards, holding carpet beaters and, in some cases onsen rifles, and with a great shout of, "PUCHUU!" they began marching towards their target.

Erika and her followers would pay dearly for this. Oh yes, very dearly indeed.

Unfortunately for the EM members, WoK and Mahou had no way to stop Markinson's rampage due to the floating pocky box in the air.



Mmm. Almond Crushed Pocky. :9

And then upon the Feild did Jubai appear.

Arrayed on his right was a Legion of Sour Candy Soldiers
On his left, the Catgirl Free Companies, weilding deadly bladed weapons
In the Van the mighty Neko's took the Feild.

And Jubai did survey the feild of Battle.

And he did cry out to the heavens,

"For Honor and Nayuki-rin!"

The bannerman then signaled the charge and they did meet the forces of Markinson upon the feild of honor.

This post has been edited by Jubai the Kensai on Sep 17 2004, 07:40 PM

Anthony Kane sits inside the EM security room staring at the multiple number of Computer screens looking for any sign of disturbance...

First day on the job...

Need Coffee... black... black coffee good... make Anthony awake...

Goes to look for coffee and donuts....

"hmmm ...Donuts..."

[FOX: I'm on stand by]

Ash: "Hi, Erika Multinational? You don't know me, but I'm definitely not a member of a shadowy manipulative cult trying to bring about the destruction of Megatokyo as we know it."

Operator: "Well... that's good to know."

Ash: "In anycase, I need your biggest, most expensive piece of equipment delivered to Troll Alley right now, and I need EM personnel there, all of 'em preferably, to help install it and soforth. Can you send them along?"

Operator: "Ummm... who is this?"

Ash: "Oh... ummm... well, I'm called Sarah. I'm in the ToP."

Whew. There's gotta be someone named Sarah in the ToP... it's such a popular name... <sweatdrop>

Operator: "Ah. We'll send that team down right away, and send you the bill, Sarah.

Ash: "Oh just send the bill to Sir Leto. Uh... better mail it to him, he doesn't like e-mail."

*hangs up and prays EM believes her rather silly pack of lies.*

Sean looked up at Fate's tapestry. The weave said that Nihoist John Markinson would rampage on behalf of Yuki against EM. 'Two of our people should be there according to the weave... okay, gonna go tell Pirogoeth... right after this show's over....


OOC:
Kyle and Kely will be active... later...

A scene of total and utter war. A lone trooper is chased by two puchuus. He empties a magizine into them, but to no avail: he is left alone, with no ammo. Then, from behind him, another trooper blows the Puchuus up with frag-grenades: 'YOU HURTA MY FACE!" they scream as they die.
"Who's in charge here?" he asks the man who saved his life. He is met with no reply.
"Where is the air support?" he asks, and this time is rewarded by the man pointing upward at a great space battecruiser. It turns its floodlights on and searches the ground.

Samuel Strung watches from the bridge of said battlecruiser. A man behind him plucks a stick of Pocky from a metalic cigar case, and munches lightly.
"So, Samuel, I expect you had a good reason for pulling me away from my... 'duties?'"
An old man grabs his wrist, "your date-sims can wait, Nathan. Come! Stand here, you need to see this.
"I know all about the girl admiral... we've all read the forums a hundred times-"
"You've seen nothing!" Samuel slaps the Pocky from Nathan's mouth. "watching Erika get hit by Yuki is one thing, Erika breaking Yuki's arm is another! You must go into this with both eyes open! Once started, there is no going back."
Nathan crushes the fallen Pocky under his boot.
"Are you prepared to go all the way with this, Nathan?"
After a brief time of thinking, Nathan declares, "Yes, I am prepared to go all the way, my good admiral." He takes out another stick of Pocky and begins munching.
"Good. Good. I knew I could count on you," Samuel says.
A voice on the intercom booms out, "Admiral, the forum will be overrun by Yuki-ites in a matter of minutes, shall we intervene?"
"Take us into orbit Mr. Mountasteel, we've seen enough."
Nathan closes his Pocky case, and the battlecruiser begins to ascend. Dramatic music plays as the trooper, still in the trenches, looks up as he is left abandoned by his fellow Erika-ites. Hundreds of Puchuus are seen closing in on his position, and the camera fades in a flash, his fate is left unknown.

This post has been edited by NathanGreyhame on Sep 17 2004, 08:50 PM

Fox wasn't surprised, really.

He'd seen the records of the incident.

And, as usual, the Yukiists didn't have a clue. Their "Idol" was in their eyes a shining exemplar of perfection, so they conveniently disregarded the completely unprovoked ambush that the little impudent little brat had sprung upon the Grey Lady.

Erika had every right to snap the girl in half. But she hadn't. Another detail completely neglected by the rampaging horde of Puchuus... Though Yuki's position did look painful, it was clear that, while impending, no breakage had yet occurred. Clearly a sign of mercy and clear judgement from the Grey Lady.

Cooler heads would have waited until the cliffhanger resolved... probably two weeks from now as the focus of the story shifted once again, with an SGD day thrown in for a little extra torment.

But cool heads are a foreign concept in Megatokyo.

Fox got up from his console in the EM labs and tightened his gloves. The gravitic knuckles and barrier generators hummed faintly as they powered up. His nanoarmor labcoat shifted into Ballistics mode, straps forming from the fabric and pulling the coat closed across his chest, forming into very effective body armor.

He began giving his orders.

"Shion, begin moving non-combat personnel into the mountain. Hyuga, contact Production. Tell them to put all orders on hold and switch to emergency status. Find that new Security Chief, Kane ... he's in for a fun first day."

Fox set off for Special Projects, continuing to relay orders through his headset as he did. He had some... ideas in mind.

"Reinforce the walls, power up the defensive turrets, and deploy the Errant Knights. Contact the other factions and alert them of the threat....

"... and someone tell Markinson that that's the worst Draegos act I've ever seen."

[OOC: Bring it.]

This post has been edited by C*Foxtrot on Sep 17 2004, 08:53 PM

"General, there an yellow army heading towards EM. Something about Erika breaking Yuki's arm."

Vagrant General Eladio looks on at the scene below. "Monitor the situation and keep me updated" said Eladio waking towards his gear, just in case.

"No one hurts Yuki Sonoda"

From inside the Brew of Coffee, the java house of the Bardic Circle, Nebulious sat down to a nice light snack of a steaming slice of whole wheat bread and a glass of hot tea. Today was the day. It was time for a little change. It was time for the wind mage to take a walk on the wild side.

Today, he was going to top his bread slice with a thin coat of margarine.

He picked up his butter knife when suddenly the tea jumped. He paused. Then it rippled again. Looking out the window, the young man's eyes widened and his jaw fell slack. His knife fell into the case of butter substitute.

This post has been edited by Nebulious on Sep 17 2004, 09:21 PM

[Mahou]

"What is your name?"
"Mahou!"
"What is your quest?"
"To seek the holy pocky!"
"What... is the velocity of a girl crashing into a seiyuu?"
"... is this a chibi or a regular-size girl?"

.... needless to say, Mahou was distracted - she had a quest for the magical floating box of shiny pocky, and she would adventure with her good comrade the nekomancer by her side!

[Kit]

Kit was also after something shiny.

Then again, she worked at Erika Multinational, and shiny things were in abundance there. Most particularly, certain kinds of shiny things.

".... Markinson's attacking us with Puchuus??!"

"We can't do a thing about it. Puchuus are canon, after all." The assistant motioned to a copy of strip number 53. "What would you have us do in return?"

Kit narrowed her eyes. "We need a distraction. A good, proper distraction."

The assistant raised his eyebrows. "The humping fangirls?"

"No. We should reply in kind - we need r4ck3d fangirls. We need abunai boothbabe girls. If we can't get any of those, get some Grey Girls - I assume Markinson has a weakness for sad girls, and when our Lady is grey..."

The assistant gulped, nodded, and ran to relay the order.

(i'm new to the rp on these forums, so if I bug anyone jsut tell me to go away)
Beowulf looked up from his paper in tine to catch the marching armies. The calls to arms echoed around him. Recahing behind him, he grabbed a briefcase, his coat bundle and a sack lunch. He got into the roof of a nearby nuilding and just sat back to watch the developments, ready to step in.
It's gonna be a long day.

And somewhere, far away from the dilapidated buildings and cracked streets of Troll Alley, Damion was doing what Damion does best: Not caring.

Or, more appropriately, he was being snowed by a couple of sad girls.

"C'mon!" WoK wibbled. "It's getting away!" True to her word, the magical box of flavor-drenched riceflour biscuit sticks was lazily weaving and bobbing its way higher and higher, almost seeming to taunt the hungry Piroists.

Damion stared at WoK...then at Mahou...then at WoK again. Finally, without a sound, he crouched down, and motioned for Mahou to stand on his shoulders.

"Me?" Mahou puzzled, taking a half-step back apprehensively. Even though her black hakama wasn't easy to look up under, and even though Damion didn't seem interested in such things...

A couple minutes later, Mahou placed one uneasy foot on Damion's shoulder blade. Being glared at by a creepy mononoke while an ultra-kawaii nekomancer wibbles at you has a powerful compelling effect, y'know. Besides, she wanted that Pocky, too.

Mahou strove to balance herself as Damion stood, then she extended her arm towards the levitating box. Her fingertips just brushed the edge of the red cardboard before it skipped up, magically putting itself just beyond her grasp.

"Hold on, I'll come up and help you!" WoK called, already halfway hauling herself up Damion's back.

"Um, WoK, I don't think that's a good i--" she began, but by that point WoK had gotten a hand on her hakama. And, of course, due to the Law of Comedic Timing, that had to be the exact moment that WoK lost her balance, and fell.

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP*

Wondering what the sound was, Damion looked up...

"There it goes!" WoK bounded up, the length of now-ruined black fabric still clutched tightly between her hands. Her eyes followed the bouncing box intently, complying ith the unwritten physical law that prevents her from actually noticing ecchi circumstances. Quickly, she dashed after the treat.

"...G-gomen! Gomen nasai!" Mahou meeped out, one hand clasped over her mouth, the other desperately trying to pull down the last remaining shreds of her hakami to cover herself (to little avail).[1] Her face had decided to match the exact hue of most stop signs, partly due to the embarassing[2] situations and partly due to the zori-shaped impression glaring red against Damion's pallor. A black eye was already forming, but it was rather hard to see against the everpresent black rings of insomnia under his eyes anyways.

"I didn't mean to...I know you didn't..." Unable to find anything to say, or even meep, Mahou dashed behind a nearby building, leaving the injured mononoke with a slightly sore face and a single thought running on the edge of cognizance:

I don't even like crushed almond Pocky...

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hakama: a long skirt.
zori: traditional Japanese sandals.

[1]=To those among you even ecchier than I (*glares at Dao*), Mahou has informed me that, though panties were invented after Mahou's home era, she has since discovered their usefulness. After all, it was rather inevitable, considering the LDG membership roster...

[2]=rather appropriate terminology, considering that the word's apparent etymology is "to bare one's...well..."

*is transdimensionally rewarded with yet another anvil in Authorspace, via WoK*

Nathan's battlecruiser descends and drops 40 some "BAMPH!!! GONE" onto the battlefield.

He booms over the intercom, "All hail Hayasaka-sama!" The standard troops cheer and begin shooting Puchuus. The battlecruiser ascends once again. Somewhere, a schoolgirl sits, laughing pathetically.

Edit: Sorry, I can't get the link to work properly. If it did, you'd see a s3><><ol2y, l24(l<3L) 5pa(e gul2l. Standard troops of the Odd Foreign Legion.

This post has been edited by NathanGreyhame on Sep 17 2004, 09:33 PM

[OOC: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! While this is war and all, I think that link's a little... inappropriate.]

(ooc: All right, a new writing style and a new start! Don't expect me to get back into RDG, because I won't. It's just too damn big and whacky for me. Enter Zeth Jarendo, Rogue Mihoist...yar...)

"..."

This was patently ridiculous. But then it always was, wasn't it? I shook my head as I looked down from a rooftop at the advancing Puchuus.

Now that's interesting. Think they'll get anywhere?

"Depends," I replied. "If anyone manages any organization as far as fighting them goes...well, theyre puchuus. Theyre little and use raw cute as a weapon. All it takes is enough kawaii-resistance and you can kick the suckers to death."

Are you kidding? You DO remember what city we're in, right? Organization? Pfsh.

MIresylle was right, of course.

"It's hopeless, isn't it? Oh well, it's not my problem."


(ooc: re the link: Good god. How the heck are those girls even able to stand up without falling over? That's physically impossible!)

The Epic Continues

And the Forces of Jubai did strive to defeat those of the evil Markinson.
But Jubai did find his position mos prcarious,
For his lines did nearly break from the vicious onslaught of the puchuus
Thought the Catgirls did fight valiantly, they fell back,
Though the Sour Candy did dissolve all in it's path, the hoards were vast,
And the Nekos did fight a visciously as demons, yet they did give ground.

Though Allies did arrive upon the feild, it was noth yet enough,

And Jubai observed the Feild of Battle from his Place,
and he saw that the situation was indeed grave,
So he tunred to his captains and did give the order,
"Send in the Bishounens,"

Though the Captains did quiver in fear, they did as they were bidden,
Ten Full Legions of Bishounens did crest the hill,
Never had such a fearful been gathered in all history,
The angst did nearly overwhelm even the hardiest of warriors,
And the catgirls nearl left the feild to glomp them,

And they did fall upon the eney with such a blow that he was foced back
Forced back upon itself was Markinsons Army,
Indeed the villain would be hard pressed to drive back this onslaught.

[ooc] I'm giving rampages another go and real RP a shot. Just tell me if I step on anyone's toes. [/ooc]

[MDF HQ]

A young man lay on a small, cluttered desk, sleeping peacefully. Somewhere under the half-finished verse and research notes, a telephone sharply rang, repeatedly. It continued to ring until the man couldn't even pretend to be asleep anymore, and answered it.

"MDF. What is it?" he asked curtly.

"You are aware of the most recent comic?" the voice on the other end softly replied.

"Of course, what about it?"

"Well, you no doubt know of the rampage the Yuki fans are staging this very instant." The man thought for a moment, and then blinked. No, he didn't.

"Of course I do," he told the voice.

"Well, then you must also remember how Mami has yet to show up in a comic in this chapter..."

"Of course. What's your point?"

"Only that... well, doesn't it seem that Fred has something against the schoolgirl members of the cast?"

"Don't be stupid. We're well aware of the fact that the other characters need to show up occasionally so their fans don't get too upset."

"And that's why you staged your own rampage not too long ago?" The voice was annoyed, but also seemed slightly amused at getting the chance to bring this up. The man paused, trying to think of a good reason that would end the conversation and allow him to go back to sleep.

"Well, anyway," the voice continued, before the man could say anything, "it's unlikely the Yuki fans won't hit any resistance..." the voice suddenly became very sweet, "and don't you think that, with all of your experience in the field, you could help them out?"

"Why would they need our help to attack the other characters?" He mentally slapped himself. That certainly wasn't going to end the conversation.

"It's not so much attacking everyone else than it is making a point to Fred: the school girl characters aren't getting enough respect."

"Hmmm, you make an interesting argument. Who are you, anyway?"

"Oh, no one important. Just a simple Mi- ah, Yuki fan. So, are you going to help th- us out?"

Something wasn't right about this, but the man didn't really care. His previous rampage only resulted in one squashed trouble maker and a stick getting his head turned into a rotisserie chicken, and Mami still hadn't been in a comic since then. He shoved some papers around the desk and unearthed a calendar. It had been over a year since Mami's last appearance in the comic. Much too long.

"Okay," he said at last, "I'll be there in a bit."

"Thanks a bunch!" the voice said, and promptly cut the line.

The man slowly hung up the phone, and pondered the situation for a moment.

"Indignations stir up trouble,
Soon will heathens burn and bubble."

He then hurriedly grabbed his cloak and halberd and darted out the door.

Elsewhere, Ash put down the phone and shuddered. "Why do I always have to get these assignments?"

[ooc again] If anyone particularly cares what I do (meaning, you have plans or whatnot), let me know. [/ooc]

Markinson grinned as he watched his troops march forwards. Yes... things were going well. The pounding of Puchuu... uhm... Markinson stopped his evil planning for a moment. What did you call a puchuu's feet? Certainly, they lacked feet. Hell, they lacked a lot of things. Like pants (of course, resembling embarassingly cute plushies, that didn't really matter.) "I will call puchuu footsteps... PLUSHING! Wait, no, not evil enough..." he pondered for a moment... "I will call puchuu footsteps... PLUSHING OF DEATH!" He nodded happily, yes that would do. As for their feet... well, they didn't really have feet, so the point was moot anyhow.

Anyhow, the puchuu's plushing of death could be heard throughout the city as they marched, blasting anyone in their way with the dreaded Onsen Rifles, that could convert man to woman, and woman to horrid crossplaying fanboys. The onsenified males (now females) would then be rendered helpless by the puchuus nearly disgusting cuteness - Markinson nearly found himself rendered helpless by it a few times himself, before he became curious as to what they were in a violent manner.

As for the crossplaying fanboys, what happened to them? They ran after the men who'd so recently been onsenified. A satisfactory arrangement.

A messenger puchuu ran up to him, and shouted out it's urgent plea, "Puchuu!" [Translation: Our forces have been engaged on the western front by a force in service to one of the server-rins! We've been holding them off for now, but we desperately need on-the-field coordination!"]

Markinson nodded, "Puchuu. Puchuuu chu chu puchuchupu. Chu chu chu, puchuchu. Chupuchuu. Puchuu." [Translation: "I'll take care of it."] The puchuu nodded, held up his... evil plushing appendage (another term recently coined by Markinson for the army, which he'd decided to call the Dread Puchuu Horde) in salute, and ran off to rejoin the fight for its idol.

A brown, furry creature came up behind him. "Do you want me to take care of these... cat people?" He grinned widely, licking his chops at the prospect.

"...Yes, Alf. Do what you need."

The alien simply bowed, making his way towards the battle.
----
Puchuus fight a war
Onsen rifles change genders
Cuteness overload!

This post has been edited by Ph33rTh3B33r on Sep 17 2004, 10:08 PM

Shiri sat on the rooftop of the Miho Manor, gazing out over the chaos that was well past the brewing and boiling stages. The fighting had already spread out from first contact and, as he watched idly, began engulfing the city.

If one were more morbidly amused, one could call it beautiful.

Shiri wasn't that morbid. After all, they hadn't gotten close to the Manor and, considering its rather outskirt-location, it was unlikely that they would. For now, he would watch. After all, "it's more fun just to watch other people play."

The Fall of the Alf

Jubai surveyed the feild of battle,
Until he did see a mighty bulge then break in the lines of his Vanguard,

"What ne abomination is this?" he wondered,
"Are Puuchuu's not enough?"

Then with his glass he did spy the cause of the break,
Short, furry and brown was this beast,
Quickly it move, gobbleing all it could find,
The sight of it did fill Jubai with might rage,

"Alf, now the Yukifan goes too far.
Too emply such an abomination,
Such evil,
This cannot be allowed."

And Jubai did armor himself for war and took himself to the feild,
Such was his rage and ferocity that his lines, which had weakened
Did hld and become more firm wher ever he fought.
Jubai did seek out the abomination, to meet the beast in single combat.
There would be no Honor in this fight, for such a beast did not merit honorable combat

And the two did meet, singly, as teh battle raged about them,
the Alf did fight cunningly, and Jubai did give no quarter
Their blows did shake the earth,
Where ubai pointed the ground was consumed in hellish flames,
Yet the Alf did dodge nimbly the launch hairbals of tremendous size and speed

Blow for bow they traded, each fought with all his cunning and strength,
Neither ever considered withdrawl, for this was a battle to death,
Only one would emerge alive, or neither.

Finally Jubai did strike a mortal blow to the Abomination,
Verily, his blade did instantly incinerat the heart the internal organs of the beast
Blue fire did burst from the Alf's eye sockets, mouth and nostrils
A moment lated his misshaped skull did burst as an overripe melon
And as it did fall the Puuchuu forces were rolled over.

The feild of battle did become a Route But Jubai did not follow them.
Instead his mechanized cavalry would harry the enemy,
Jubai did take the respite to gather his forces and asess his losses to the Abomination
They would be enough to hold for now, and more were returning from far and wide across the feild of battle.

"Is it a victory?" Jubai queried,
"By Nayuki, we have forced them back upon our feild, how goes the battle elsewhere?"

(Um...insert before Jubai's post, okay?)

Leaving the Amish-esque meal at the table, Nebulious quickly got up to pay at the counter. There, he put the monies on the surface and looked up.

This was not the usual guy at the counter. No, instead stood a haevily endowed women in a solid red bikini and a seashell comb in her long dark hair. Tiger-striped cat ears stuck out of the top of her head and orange fur ran don her back to where a tail stuck out. Her black eyes shone brightly, her smile enough to melt a steel wall.

"Um...where's Karl?"

"I'm sorry," she gigled. "But this building has been secured by the 3rd Kitty-Bishounen Division!. I'm afriad you'll have to retreat to safety~!" Her vioce hit a squeaky pitch at the very end, sending Neb's stomach into a kawaii induced lurch.

"Then I guess I'll...just...leave then."

"Absolutely not, you silly goosey~! You are under arrest for possible attempt of resisting our forces!!"

Just then the bell at the door rang and in walked a fuzzy brown biped. He walked over to Neb and cleared his throat.

"Yes?"

"Excuse me sir, but could help me onto that counter there?"

"Uh...sure thing."

The mage placed the ET onto the counter, who nodded in thanks. Alf turned around to the bueaty and manually unhinged his jaw.

"What are you do-BY PIRO'S SPECTACLES!!! THAT'S...THAT'S DISCUSTING!!! HOW COULD YOU...! YOU JUST!...th...uh...ew."

Standing on the floor where the woman once stood, the creature put his hand over his mouth to stiffle a burp. Then he nonchalantly dusted some sparkles out of his fur and left.

"Why didn't I just stay home and watch Jeperody! reruns?"

"Puchuu!" [Translation: "My lord, our forces are in retreat, and Alf has been struck down! The western front is falling back. What are your orders?"]

Markinson just gave the puchuu a look. [Translation: "In retreat? Already? That was fast. I mean, I know Alf's no military commander, but... crap. Oh well. It doesn't matter."]

The puchuu just blinked. "Chu?" [Translation: "What do you mean 'it doesn't matter?' Our forces are falling back! They are defeated!"]

Markinson sneezed. [Translation: "Hrm, I fear I may have caught a cold standing in this grandly evil pose for so long. Tell me, what of the salad prices? I've heard that the lettuce growing has been pretty bad. Also, that front is merely a diversion. The main body of our troops still moves towards EM, and those puchuus whom have fallen back already form up to resume the attack. You should go join them - I need as many puchuus on the front as possible."]

The puchuu blinked. This guy said a lot just by sneezing. "Chuu." [Translation: "Understood."] With that, it ran off.

As for Markinson, he took up a new evil pose, rather like the one he had in the last cell of the announcement. This one looked decided cooler. He uttered only two words...

"Pop music."

The Vagrant Airship passes over the battle casting a shadow of darkness over the area for a few minutes. During the darkness Eladio parachutes down to streets below and jumps to watches the battle from a nearby rooftop.

"So this is it" said Eladio crossing his arms while his trench coat flaps quietly in a small breeze of wind.

"....Think I'll wait bit to see how this plays out."

[OCC:] I think we should all agree that only characters and reasonable small armies are allowed. No Airships, battleships, minimum army/backup support. [/OCC]

This post has been edited by EBJ on Sep 17 2004, 10:30 PM

Yay! the Vagrant Scouts are arriveing!

[OOC: Seconded]

Fox had seen the reports on the approaching army, and was rapidly attempting to prepare some countermeasures. The puchuus were certainly a cause for concern. What good were armies if the things were too damn cute to attack?

Fox laid a hand on the splicing tube that had been liberated from the Sadisticks during the second Stick War. Good thing he still knew how these worked - of course, he should. He'd helped invent them, after all.

"Fox?" Shion's voice came over the radio in his ear, "I've got a message for you from Hamster. He recommends not taking an offensive approach just yet. We may be able to sway others by presenting our side of the story."

"I'll keep that in mind," Fox said. In truth, he would prefer this ended without any more violence, even of the comedic kind. He didn't like the looks of those water guns the Puchuus had one bit.

But just in case... I wonder if this stuff is fresh enough... he thought, examining a tube of colorless, formless material.

(If the image fails to load, clicky.)

"Haaa.... I see.... in all ages there is war..."

The dark figure sighed as the man in front of him jumped in surprise. "W-where the hell did you..."

Striding forward, the figure did not make a sound.

"Where.... who...?"

Slowly, as if just acknowledging the man's presense, he turned slowly and peered over his black shades at the man. Smiling ever so slightly, he then spoke in measured curt tones.

"You really need not concern yourself with who I am, or why I am here, my good sir... nor what I represent. Suffice to say that I am where I need to be and no more."

His smile deepened for just a moment as his long black trenchcoat billowed out in a breeze, "I suggest you make way for safety, my good sir, you'll find the streets are none too safe with lunatics on the move."

"Er... right... yes..."

He gave a brief laugh as the man ran off, but soon turned a stony hard face to the unfolding chaos. Ever do the raging peoples of this city rise to violence... really... the more things change, the more they stay the same... how droll...

Grasping a icy blue amulet that hung gently from his neck, he turned slowly, retreating to an alleyway, followed by a little brown cat. Rather surprised was the cat when the man walked straight into a corner and never emerged from the darkness there...

I ought to pay a visit to Erika Multinational... after all... Erika is an enigma as well... she deserves respect.

[Near Markinson]

A low rumbling could be heard in the distance, rapidly increasing into a thundering clamor as a Rent-a-Zilla came into sight. Atop of it was a young man in a white cloak with a blue trim.

Markinson didn't flinch as the 'Zilla reached his dramatic overlook and roared. The man hopped down next to him. Its obligation fulfilled, the 'Zilla stormed off, stepping on whatever it wanted to along the way.

The man addressed Markinson with a small bow. "Seth Layil, of Mami's Dedicated Few, at your service."

[ooc] I figured I'd use a 'Zilla used for quick transportation, since one appeared in my earlier rampage. Unless someone provokes him he will leave. [/ooc]

((Yare yare, you people start all the fun while I'm off at anime club. This transgression must not go unpunished... ))


"Hm..."

The female college student studied at the computer screen, then looked out the window to look at the chaos outside.

"Nice to see such an ancient tradition being observed," she said with a grin. "Now, what to do this time..."

She leaned back in her chair, using the desk in front of her as a footrest as she gnawed on the end of a pencil. Entirely ignoring the noise outside, she looked around the room. A stray puchuu crashed through the window and flew past her face, but she didn't give it a second glance as her eyes fell on a pile of clothes nearby.

"Ah, that'll do! Just need to make a few adjustments..."

The legs of her chair crashed to the floor as she leaned forward and furiously began typing. She paused, deleted a portion, then rewrote it. Finally, after a few moments, she was finished, saving the file and uploading it for safekeeping. Thsi completed, she snatched up several articles of clothing from the floor and quickly put them on. Soon she was completely decked out in a black gi and hakama, complete with tabi and zori sandels, and a Shinsengumi-style haori on top of it all. Tying her hair up in a ponytail and a cloth band around her head, she was ready to go. She grabbed her bokken, the air around sizzling as if with static electricity as the author-editing took effect, and stood before the window.

"Iku yo!"

She leapt out into the fray, wooden sword blazing and ready to strike down marauding puchuu and anyone who happened to look at her the right way.

AC had joined the fight.

Cellphone to earblades: "Did you see the morning news?"

Cara sat up a bit straighter in her office chair. "No..." She rectified that by switching the TV on. "A... yukifan rampage? I didn't think I'd ever see one myself..."

"Got any bright ideas?" Kara, safe inside the mountain, spoke in an almost whisper.

"Well, we're officially neutral," was Cara's reply. "But..."

She disconnected from Kara's line and switched to a somewhat private frequency to EM. "Unofficial assistance from the Temple of Ping. Aerial antioffensive pastry assault, nonlethal - just really, really sticky." Cara flagged it priotity attention to Fox, and sent it on it's way.

Markinson raised an eyebrow as he looked towards the Mami... ist? ite? Follower? He pondered this for a moment, and then turned back towards the battlefield. "Puchuu... chu chupuchu chUUuu... puchuu. Puchuuu..." he made a grandiose motion with his arms, motioning over the city, "Chu." [Translation: "My my... an ally already? I'm surprised. I shall impress you now by waving my arms around meaningfully. Cool, isn't it? Yeah... my arms do cool tricks. Rawsk."]

Seth just blinked. "Uhm... I don't speak whatever language you and your forces do."

Markinson just blinked, and then shrugged. "Sorry... I'm a bit used to speaking in their language. Anyhow... I'm Markinson. It's beautiful, isn't it? Listen to their plushing of death... great, isn't it? It's been so long since they've known the true power of love for one's idol. As for Erika... she's gone too far this time. Their idol has gone too far. Embarassing the idol is only -marginally- acceptable... outright injuring her? Beyond unacceptable." He nodded.

"Now... I'm going to guess that you wish to aid me as your idol is a good friend of my idol... I find this to be acceptable. So, tell me, what do you have at your disposal?"

Aww...poo, no more armies means no more bad-epic-prose....

poo to yoo, spoiling my fun.

*leaves*

Seth looked over the field of... plushing puchuus. The sight was unnerving, but he tried to shrug it off. He was going to be working with them, after all. "Your guess is accurate. Unfortunately, we have very little in the way of troops or equipment that can be fielded. We don't even have enough pork rinds to employ the 'Zillas for more than quick transportation at this point. We do, however, have small mobile facilities we can set up as a forward command point. Communications equipment, moderate medical facilities, that sort of thing.

"As for myself," Seth removed his halberd from its resting place on his back and turned to face the Yukifan. "I'm fairly proficient with pole arms in combat. I also have some more... magical abilities I can use in close quarters." A slight red glow flashed around his hands. "I hope we can be of some use."

[INTERIOR: DAY. EM Mountain.]

"Welcome back, Hamster-sama. How was your stint in Europe?" asked Mariko Fujiwara as she carried her tiny department head towards the command bunker.

"Thank you, Mariko-san. Our European subsidaries are doing well, and after some clearing of deadwood in their PR and Marketing departments, they should perform better." The Hamster looked at the controlled chaos around them the non-combat personnel being evacuated to shelters, the combat personnel heading to their duty posts and readying equipment, techs busy with last minute repairs or improvements. "Our European subsidaries are also much quieter." he commented.

"We knew you were coming home today, Hamster-sama, so we wanted to make sure you had a warm Megatokyo welcome." Mariko smiled mischieviously as she said this.

The Hamster looked annoyed, "You could have just baked a cake. I don't need 'interesting times.' Anyway, is the teleconferencing room ready?"

"Yes, it is. We can get started as soon as you are ready."

*****

"On the air in, five, four, three, two, one ..."

A neatly groomed Japanese man turns to the camera and says,"Welcome to another edition of 'Eye on Megatokyo', Megatokyo's most popular investigative news show. I'm your host, Ichiro Ohara."

"Today's breaking news ... the Markinson rampage against Erika Multinational. This rampage was provoked by the collision of Main Characters Erika Hayasaka and Yuki Sonoda in MegaGamers earlier today. And once again armed forces of many factions are fighing in the streets."

"With us via vidphone is The Ancestral Hamster, spokesrodent for Erika Multinational. Good day, Hamster-san."

A golden hamster attired in the navy-blue corporate blazer of Erika Multinational replied, "Good day, Ohara-san."

"Hamster-san, this latest Rampage has been provoked by the actions your company's founder and president, Erika Hayasaka in breaking Yuki Sonoda's arm. It would seem this Rampage is entirely justified."

"That is not the case, Ohara-san. If you'll reexamine the footage, Hayasaka-sama has stopped short of breaking Sonoda-san's arm. Sonoda-san may not even be temporarily injured, let alone permanently, although I grant she is probably in pain. It is unfortunate that this has happened, but Hayasaka-sama considered herself to be under attack, and so took steps to defend herself."

"Now, Hayasaka-sama and Erika Multinational have always paid our debts and met our obligations. This will be no exception. If Markinson and any other forces who may have joined him will stand down, I am certain Hayasaka-sama and Sonoda-san can reach some understanding and resolve the situtation peacefully."

"Thank you, Hamster-san. That was The Ancestral Hamster, spokesrodent for Erika Multinational."

*****

"Hamster-sama, do you really think that will work?" asked Mariko.

"No. Since when has any Rampage been stopped by reason and logic? Besides, these things have a life of their own ... all sorts of third parties will get involved on the flimisest of excuses, and so things will further spiral out of control." replied the Hamster in a resigned tone of voice.

[OCC:] I didn't mean to spoil your fun. I just wanted to prevent any 'God Modding' like what happen during at the stick war. (yes I admit I did it as well) [/OCC]

The man grinned as he watched the battle, his eyes drawn towards Nightstrife as he pulled his weapon. "...Yes... your command posts will do well. Move them up in tandem with the main front of the Dread Puchuu Horde as they advance towards EM... I shall see to it that they are informed of our newly formed Alliance of Destruction." He nodded. and extended a hand outwards, a broadsword forming with it's hilt grasped in his hand. "It's interesting, just what's happening, isn't it?"

A puchuu ran up between the two, and went into a fervent rant about chuuu and puchuchu. Obviously, the Mamiist didn't get a word of it. Markinson glanced at him, and then shrugged, clarifying, "The forward front is heading towards EM, as I planned... but there are problems." He walked to a nearby case, and kicked it open, pulling out a tricked-out supersoaker. "Model H2-O Standard Onsen Rifle, human model. Pressurized by a special pump, and then ionized en route to target so the stuff sticks together. One shot, one gender change."

He tossed one rifle to his new ally, and pulled a second out, shouldering it. "Come on. There's some samurai wannabe hacking up my Dread Horde of Puchuus, and I don't like that kind of thing. It's not very nice." He suddenly glowed with a dark energy... necrowombic energy. "So... let's go show her the joys of being a fat crossplayer." And with that, he jumped from the roof, coat billowing outwards like a cape as he gently glided to the surface. As he reached bottom, he slung the Onsen Rifle's shoulder strap over his shoulder, aiming it with his left hand. His right held the sword out from his body.

CRACK!!!

A puchuu was sent flying from the strike of the bokken. AC smiled and attacked another, and yet another. There was naturally no end to them, that being the entire point to puchuus, and therefore it was easy to just keep one whacking them to one's heart's delight. Until you get bored, but AC was nowhere near that yet.

Another puchuu fell, and more took its place. There were other things going on all aroung, that were probably important, but AC didn't care to interrupt her own private fun.


Glancing about, AC noticed an obese crossplayer. Amused, she ignored him and dodged around, only to be confronted by another. Now, she had no issue with crossplaying, especially if it's good or funny crossplay, but this guy stank. Litterally reeked of unwashed... everything, really.

"Aku Soku Zan!" the bokken flashed with the author-edited plot given it, as effective as any live blade. In a single stroke, the smelly crossplayer was taken care of. AC smirked, her expression briefly a perfect match for a particular anime character she could almost be considered as cosplaying as.

And then it was back to whack-a-puchuu.


((If anyone wants to run into/interact with AC, feel free. ))

"Bothersome, aren't they?"

Fox, naturally startled, jumped at the sudden words and ended up fumbling the tube he had been carrying. Fortunately, he managed not to drop it.

"How the, what are you doing here?"

The trenchcoated man merely chuckled softly. "It once was a trait of ours, wasn't it...? To be able to go where we weren't wanted, yes? Of course, we oft never actually did... but the very fact that we could unsettled enough of our enemies that they remained docile for some time..."

As he spoke, he began to walk about the room, wandering around the quartet of large clear cylinders filled with projects that the room was apparently for, "Mm... we were a feisty group... don't you think? Never knew where one of us would pop up... and yet, we were not exactly unwelcome either. We knew our place... and our role... and we fulfilled that role with both efficiency and style."

He stopped behind a cylinder and lightly ran a gloved finger across it, "Ah... but I digress..."

A small smile appeared on his lips, "Your technological prowess is not something to be trifled with, indeed, were it not for habit, I'm sure I'd use your sidearms rather than the ones I have currently... but, as goes for most of those who live as I do, updating every few years is a hassle. That aside, your technology is your greatest strength... and your greatest weakness... is it not?"

"Technology alone can achieve great things, yes... but when that technology is set askew by other, less tangible forces... what then? What then indeed...?"

Slowly, he began walking again, "That is why I'm here... although my primary allegiance lies... elsewhere... I've come with an offer of aid. I'd like to provide assistance in this quarrel. Hayasaka-sama, although perhaps short-tempered, is generally well-meaning. And besides, she has the charm of a mature woman as well. I would hate to see such a person harmed for the sake of fanboys whose hearts flame like grease fires, only to burn out quickly when their attentions are spent. I can provide that... archaic element that you lack. Although I do not possess the power of my predecessors, I believe you'll find I'll add a potent element to your forces... sufficient enough that you'll not be needing these much..." Here, he had stopped at a cylinder containing what appeared to be some sort of medical equipments and miscellany.

"Of course, it is entirely your decision. Should you decline, I will withdraw peacefully without quarrel... but should you accept, I would be yours to command... for the time being at least."

Smiling, he walked back over to the startled Fox. "So, although I understand this is rather sudden, an answer would be... appreciated."

[EDIT: grammatical errors corrected]

This post has been edited by Silent_Rogue on Sep 18 2004, 02:49 AM

"So you're the one behind the attack on EM?"

Markinson and Seth turned to see a figure land near them. Some of the puchuu came in front of them to defend against the stranger.

"Fear not" said Eladio standing up. "Anyone who fights to defend the honor of Yuki Sonoda is a friend of mine. Mind if an Vagrant General join your team?" he said as he summoned V-blade to his hand. "With the three of us, we will have a better chance of succeeding of our attack on EM."

This post has been edited by EBJ on Sep 18 2004, 01:05 AM

Seth watched as Markinson jumped from the roof of the building. His power certainly didn't seem like those associated with Yuki's supporters, and the effects these rifles were supposed to have was strange at best.

Still, the Mamiist couldn't find any more fault with what Markinson was doing than was deserved by the affront to Yuki-chan. He pulled the rifle over his shoulder and took out a small radio. He quickly relayed his ally's commands and vaulted over the side of the building, landing next to Markinson with a sharp crack. A quick flash of white-blue light followed as Seth drew himself upright, warranting only a quick glance by the Yukifan.

Looking around, Seth decided the rifle was more appropriate for their current situation than his halberd, and replaced it on his back. As he started to move, a voice startled him and he spun to meet it, rifle raised.

The Mamiist didn't speak, but lowered his rifle to indicate he had no problems with such an arrangement, and waited for Markinson's reply.

Markinson turned as he heard the Vagrant, his hand glowing with that same dark energy before... "So many rush to the cause of the true idol... good." He adjusted the rifle on his shoulder, the power that rose up from him forming a scabbard at his side beneath the labcoat, where he deposited the sword. He unslung the rifle from his shoulder, tossing it to Eladio. "Just ensure that thing's pointed the right way... last thing we need an ally doing is suddenly going kawaii on us. There're enough sad girls in snow as it is." He made to leap from the roof to his next destination when he noticed the Mamiists look.

"You wonder about the powers I exhibit, mayhaps?" He shrugged. "I... have read the necrowombicon. I see little reason to refrain from using the power it granted me. Especially when I can do cool stuff like this!" He grinned, and then matrix jumped from one skyscraper to the next, laughing all the while.

A detachment of puchuus marched along below, and looked up as their leader lept overhead.

"ChuchupuchuuU! Puchupuchu pupuchu. Chu!" [Translation: "The boss's cracked. When we return home we should see about sending a shrink to see him."]

Another puchuu glanced over. "Puchuu!" [Translation: "You're kidding, right? That shrink'd be worshipping Yuki before the night was out! I mean, just so kawaii..."]

General 'puchuu!'s of agreement were murmered all around, and then they marched onwards.

Oh, ok then ON WITH THE EPIC! WAI~!

Arrival of the Neko Unit 00

Jubai surveyed te forces at his command, it was well.
Upon the first contact his army had been superior,
They had crushed the forces arrayed against them and yet,
Those who would Rampage thoughtlessly still threatened the innocent.

A dread Army of evil Puuchuu's was advanceing on EM,
It was all to well known that the Server Rins depended heavily upon
the ighty technologies of that distinguished institution.

'Twas time to reveal "the heavy artillery"

"By Nayuki-rin and the power of Kawaii, I summon NEKO UNIT ZERO"

Deep in the heart of an unnamed mountain alarm blared
"By sooth! he hath summoned the First Neko Unit!" Exclaimed the commander
Away, Rei Catgirl, Away! Go with all haste unto the feild of battle,
Crush those who would threaten peace in the Land!"

As cold as Ice was the demeanor of the Rei Catgirl,
"Yes, I will" was all she did say,
and she did enter the cockpit of the mighty Neko Unit 00,
And because her sync rate was that of a mighty 1000,
And because the Neko unit was powere by the mighty PIE-II engine
she did leap unnassisted from the docking bay and she did bound across the plains and mountains

The CatgirlRei did arrive upon the mustering ground quickly,
Jubai was pleased at the sight of the mighty Neko Unit 00
It was as a fifteen story cat to proportion, armored and armed to the teeth,
Indeed, it had teeth of it's own, and claws as well,
it let out a great roar of anticipation and all of Jubai forces did roar with it

It's weaponry did consiste of the tremndous MOAP[1] launcher,
There was the rarely used mobile N-2PIE launcher,
and a royal array of weaponry based upon the strawberries that Nayuki does love.
Jubai looked and was pleased.

"Forward the van!" He ordered, and the mighty force did surge forward,
"We shal take this fearsome hord from the rear!
We shall drive them frm the feild,
We shall harry them untill they spit black blood and die rotting in unmarked piles
For Justics and Nayuki!"

[1] MOAP= Mother Of All Pie, basically a gigantic Pie, about three blocks in diameter.

Seth shook his head at the display Markinson was putting on. He turned back to Eladio and gave a small bow. "I'm Seth, of Mami's Dedicated Few." He twisted his head to get a read on where the Yuki-fan was. "I suppose we should try and catch up to him," he said, but the Vagrant was one leap ahead of him.

He sighed, and took off running. There was no way he'd be able to follow along the rooftops, so he stayed at ground level, trying to keep the cackling Yuki-fan in sight as he wove through the formations of puchuus.

Glancing upwards to locate Markinson, Seth knocked a few puchuus over. "PuchuChuchu! Pupuchucuchuupuu!" One puchuu looked to be flailing its arms, though it was hard to tell, and the others rolled around trying to get back upright to continue their plushing of death. Seth blinked, and took a step sideways to put a little distance between himself and the irritated plushing, before continuing his run.

There was something weird going on in the outside world. As Addi was bored, (as usual) he decided to step out of Kantou and check it out, stashing his gender gun in his bag just in case. Exiting the house, he found that the street outside was quiet...too quiet. Waaaaay too quiet for midday.

plushplushplush

Addi looked around for the source of the strange noise. "WoK? Have you gone plushie again?"

plushplushplushplushplushplush

The sound was getting much louder now, almost thunderous. And it was coming from just behind him. He turned slowly...

plushplushplushplushplushplushplushplushplushplushplushplush

A horde of puchuus were stampeding towards him. "Just my luck!" He complained and scrambled for a barrier ward. Slapping it on the ground it reacted and created a small dome for him to sit under. He dropped into it just in time. The puchuus, taking no notice of him, continued stampeding right over the dome that protected Addi from certain plushie squishing.

"I just had to come out today..."

Opt had a usual method of getting around when there were fandom armies making a mess of the streets. It had become a standard practice for him to do so, since only Largoists commonly perceived the access points to the underground tunnels as the convenience that they were, and thus were on guard against them.

Unfortunately, they were also full of flammable gases, which made things rather hazardous given that his pants were brilliantly ablaze. Also unfortunately, he realized this only after climbing down ten meters of access shaft with his ceremonial instrument of rebuke slung precariously across his back.

Also unfortunately, the sewer gases proved particularly and suddenly explosive.

Also unfortunately, the ceremonial instrument of rebuke took up enough of the passage to be forced rapidly upward by the explosion, much as a bullet is fired from a gun.

Also unfortunately, the Pingite Cardinal of Earblades had strapped the ceremonial instrument of rebuke so securely to his back that he was dragged along with it in its skyward ascent and subsequent groundward descent on the other side of the city.

Fortunately, the automated defenses of the Erika Multinational headquarters were not programmed to shoot down freefalling telephone poles in the event that there should be a person attached.

As he fell, Opt noted that the grounds had been most expertly restored from where they had been ravaged in the second Stick War, and wondered who had done the work. Sharply glancing about, he pricked his eyes on a new variation of a familiar logo:

BOB'S HARD GROUND

"Crap."

Traffic was jammed through much of the way to Erika Multinational headquarters, but one silver convertible didn't seem to notice. It bobbed and weaved insanely between lanes, ignoring traffic lights. A dozen times it nearly hit other cars, but somehow the driver swerved around them at the last second. It even went up on sidewalks once or twice, but never hit anybody or anything.

Kit Chase had a gamer's reflexes. This was a good thing, because he also had a lead foot.

The car screeched to a halt just behind the front waves of the plushing army, knocking a few puchuus aside. The wave of dread kawaii didn't seem to notice, though, and Kit got out of the car. He waded through the sea of puchuus to the sidewalk, then pulled a very well-stocked booth out of Quakespace and sat down in a chair behind it.

Above him, a sign declared:

Kit's Armory Express
For All Your Rampaging Needs!
Firearms - Melee - Armor
We Sell To All Sides!

This post has been edited by Brent Dax on Sep 18 2004, 02:47 AM

Elcampbello walked up to the gates of EM, then stoped.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

Out of nowhere 10 EM rangers(I don't know all about faction armies so please forgive if I make a big mistake.) appeared all pointing thier rifles at him.

"Woah guys calm down. I'm here to help. I still concider my self an Erika fan-boy."

The rangers lowered thier rifles.

"Common, you hand better meet Fox."

With a grin El' started walking.

SUMMARY

I go to sleep and miss every thing

Elcampbello is with EM
Over to you Fox.

Nathan sighed from atop the command deck of the battlecruiser. He missed the old days when he had been employed as a field agent of B.B.O.G.M.O.M.A (Burning Balls of Gas, Millions of Miles Away.) This new job with some rich former admiral's personal militia did tend to bore him greatly. Well, he supposed it couldn't be helped.
"Sir! Several new forces have joined the battle below us! Many are a significant threat to the Threads of Fate!" A beautiful young ensign said, her eyes full of wonder. It seemed besides him and the admiral, all the crew of the battlecruiser were beautiful young girls. He never had thought he'd get tired of beautiful young girls, but with boredom came apathy recently.
"On which side are they on?" he asked, barely keeping himself from yawning. He had seen many wars from his high perch atop the ship, this was no different it seemed.
"Various."
"I see. Well, continue to moniter-" a thought occured to him. Did he have any specific orders not to intervene himself? The old admiral had never given him any... Well, he had, but perhaps it was time he got fired. Sure, he'd have to live with Ramen noodles as his only sustenance once the severance pay ran out, but he liked instant ramen. Oh, and Oaty-Os were good as well, they didn't cost much.
He had some beautiful young girl fire up the 'transporter.' What it actually was, was a hole that opened up in the floor, and dropped you to the ground. Just before you impacted, a CNI (cartoon nigh-indestructability) field was placed around you. You could be squahed into a pancake upon contacting the ground, and you'd still feel the pain, but you'd pop back into form and take no permanent damage. It was unpleasant, but fast, efficient, and cheap in terms of energy. A CNI field, although still briefly energy draining, took a lot less power than deconstructing then reconsctructing something in a different location atom by atom.
Nathan had on an indivisibility suit. It did not actually make you invisible, but simply made you seem normal in a surrounding area. Again, easier to trick the human brain, than to produce the actual effect. It was a great technology pioneered by Dr. Douglass Adams.
Nathan walked amongst the rampage, unseed by hordes of fan-factionites, until he came to the puchuus. One blinked at him, apparantly able to see him. He blinked back at it. It raised its onsen rifle. "Chu puchu chu puchupu?"
Nathan didn't speak puchuu, but it was the least of his worries. It was so cute, overwhelmingly so. He had seen them from the command deck, but this was different. He pounced, and hugged, practically squeezing the life out of it.
While he was distracted, another group of Puchuus had surrounded him, preparing to fire their rifles. He was oblivious to the danger.

"Nice toy" said Eladio as he checks the riffle. "Normally I'm not fond of guns, but it would be rude to return a gift." Eladio then placed the riffle on his back, strapping in place.

"So..." started Eladio before realizing that Markinson was nowhere to be found. "Where did he go?"

His friend sighed as he instructed himself. "I'm Seth, of Mami's Dedicated Few."

"Eladio, General of VAGRANT" responded Eladio. There he is thought Eladio catching Markinson's movement from the corner of his eye. Having fun during an attack? …I think I’m going to like this guy.

“Let’s go” said Eladio cutting Seth off then preceded to follow Markinson from rooftop to rooftop.

Finally Markinson stopped as he reached a spot that he could see the entire battlefield.
“So what’s the plan….Mr..?”

“Markinson. Call me Markinson. You’ll see. I think, as you're an Vagrant, you will enjoy what I have in store for EM.”

This post has been edited by EBJ on Sep 18 2004, 10:01 AM

EM HQ

Cute Young Female Techie: Sir, there somone on the line for you.

Fox:*picks up hanset* *listens*

Fox:*puts handset away* IT seems we'll be have some aid, there's an army going to attack those puuchuus from the rear.

Cute Young Female Techie: Sir? who was that? He was speaking strangly with sooth's and stuff.

Fox: Don't worry about it. Jubai's just haveing fun with Epic Verse.

Cute Young Female Techie: *in a cute sort of way*


Jubai *somewhere else*: ph34r m3y3 v3r53!!!111one!

Ameryll awoke from a dream about the old world to an odd sensation. She hopped out of bed, knocking Glider, her winged hamster, off of the pillow where he slept.

"Wark!" he yelped in annoyance and ruffled his wings. He hopped back onto the bed.

{I sensed a great disturbance in the farce, Glider. Like thousands of voices cried out in horror, then decided to rampage.}

Glider ruffled his wings once more in annoyance and curled back up on the pillow. "Wark."

{This is no time for sleep. People are going to get hurt! Plushies are going to get hurt!} Ameryll said excitedly as she got dressed.

Glider perked up at the mention of plushies. Hurting something cute was the last straw for the little hamster. He scrambled up Ameryll's leg and onto her shoulder. "Wark!" Ameryll clipped her lightsaber onto her belt.

Ameryll ran outside her ship and looked around for something she could use for transportation. Fortunately, a horse happened to be eating in the grass near where her ship lay.

{Hey you, what's your name?} she asked the horse. The horse snorted and turned away. {Oh come on, I need a favor, please?!}

The horse moved away from the annoying Jedi towards some greener grass. Glider whispered in Ameryll's ear and produced a bag of apples larger than himself.

{Good idea. Hey pony...I've got apples, if you help me out.}

The horse turned back to the girl and sniffed the air. {Your name is Possi? Ok, now, I need to get into the city...}

---

A few minutes later, Possi could be seen cantering down the streets of Megatokyo, weaving through the traffic of cars, carrying the Jedi and her hamster.

"Ameryll!" a voice called from a nearby alley. Possi skidded to a halt, and turned to the voice. Ash was standing in the shadows. "Where are you going, cutey?"

"Uh...not sure. I sensed something. A riot or something, I was gonna try to difuse it."

"Not all wars are unjust you know," Ash replied. She pulled out a recording from a magical scrying device and played it for Ameryll.

"Well, she did over-react a little..."

"Did you notice where Yuki's hands went?" (for the recording had been slightly altered)

Ameryll watched again... "Now that's just plain rude. But what is all this rioting supposed to solve? They're just two people."

"They're main characters. And if that horde gets their hands on Erika-sama they could very well hit her with one of those onsen rifles and turned into a boy."

"I've got to do something. Thanks, Ash," she replied distractedly. Ash smiled to herself as Ameryll and her pony galloped away towards Erika Multinational. The instigator raised her staff and *BAMF*ed away.

[OOC]
This might or might not be the same VGU that appears in the stick war(have not decided yet), but he has the same personality.

What the UDWS deals in terms of unice artickles is:
DarkCPAE: CPAE extracted from Man Moeko and simmilar Fredart, meaning to most it will cause eyehurt rather than eye sooth.
The stick gas: Stick only Gear, atrocitious. UDWS took over the production after the fall of U.S.

Also we need a Antagnosist Gear dealer.
[/OOC]

Nebulious walked out of the cafe to a battle zone. Everywhere, little yellow plushie creatures ran amuck, attacking everything that moved and a few things that didn't. One of them walked over to the Piroist.

"Chu."

"Aw, that's adorable!" Nebulious bent down onto the ground to get a better look. "How could I ever come to try an' hurt you!?"

In responce, the critter jumped onto the mage's face, kicking and biting.

"Gah! Get it off! Get it off!" He stumbled onto the ground, trying to pry the little savage off. It was no use. In a desperate attempt, Nebulious teleported, landing above a building top. The two landed hard. The puchuu let go, and dizzily stumbled away.

"Puchuuuu....chu."

"Ah, excellent! Another ally to aid us in the fight for justice!" Nebulious looked up at the source of the over-dramatic voice. His double vision faded, revealing an over-drmatic overlord. "You, magician! Reveal your name before us so they we may together inflict upon EM a four-fingered hand of deliverance!"

Behind the man stood a Mamiite and a neatly trimmed VAGRANT. The Mamist put his hand over his face and the VAGRANT general just shrugged.

"Um...I'm Nebulious, the wind mage. I-"

"Well, Nebulious. I am Markinson, leader of this mighty army assembled below us! We have come to rampage and make the heinous ones of Erika Multinational pay! Will you join us in the name of the true idol?"

It made sence what was going on, considering the little tuffle Erika and Yuki had earlier.

"Oh, you mean Kimiko?" he teased.

(OOC: Not joining, but just having fun. )

*WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP*

Hunter jumped out of bed, dashing to the window to see what the commotion was about. All he saw was a sea of puchuus.

"Well, isn't that just wonderful"

Grabbing his trenchcoat, guns, and a pulse rifle, along with plenty of spare ammo, he runs up the stairs of his apartment building, to get a better position. Looking out from the rooftop, he sees that the horde of puchuus are advancing on the buildings of Erika Multinational.

"Hm, Erika must've done something in the plot that somebody didn't like.."

Loading his pulse rifle, he checks the bottom of the building. A lady wielding a bokken seemed to be keeping the puchuus down at the base of the building occupied. At least he didn't have to worry about puchuus coming up the stairs after him.

*SNACK*
*KERCHACK*
*CLICK*

"Heh..."

*Thoonk*
*KER-WHUMP*

"Whoa, where did those come from?"

Suddenly, he realized that this was the pulse rifle he used to hold up that Intel techie the other day. The poor guy had top secret plasma grenades on him, but no launcher. He wondered briefly whether the techie could walk yet or not, before the crackle of his headset inturrupted him.

"Hunter, this is Trace. That you with those plasma 'nades?"

"Roj that, grabbed the wrong pulse rifle while I was coming up to the roof."

"Oh, ok. "

Looking at the area he hit with the grenade, only a smouldering crater remained of the puchuus before. Firing a second shot, and a third, he starts to laugh a little, as the little Puchuu Bits fly. Soon, the grenades start to fall like rain all over the puchuu forces. As the last of the clip is emptied, the door slams open. Spinning, Hunter sees a group of puchuus guarding the door, with more likely downstairs.

"Puchuu"
[Prepare to die!]

"Oh well."

Diving out of the hail of onsen rifle fire, he ducks behind a nearby wall, and switches over to rifle mode. Popping up from behind the cover, guns blazing, he begins to mow down the puchuus in an incandescent hail of automatic rifle fire.


*NOTE: "Pulse Rifle" refers to the rifles used by the colonial marines in the movie Aliens, and the Aliens Versus Predator games.

Location: VGU's laboratory
Timestamp: Timestamps? IN a rampage thread? HAhahahahahahahahaha... ehehehh... oooh... that's a good one.

*BAMF*

Dark cloak. Teleportation Staff. Aura of 3vil manipulation. r4ck3d b3b3-o-r4m4. Must be an Instigator.

Ash bowed before the assembled Stick Figures, followers of the sinister VGU.

"We have worked together before, followers of the excellent, amusing, and entirely bleachworthy Dom. Would you perhaps be interested in working with us again?"

"You got the Sadisticks killed! You used them until there was nothing left."

"Oh, there's still some left..." she replied, smiling mischievously. "But I didn't come to talk about that. Those Stick Figures were fools, for they did not understand; the combined might of the Factions cannot be defeated. However now they are divided. Side with one force, and the other will surely be destroyed, yes?"

"Why should we care?"

"Because if, accidentally, some of you were to happen to go with us on a mission that of course we won't be making into the heart of Erika Multinational, where of course we haven't gone in the last Stick War, you would definitely not have the opportunity to steal any secret designs EM is working on and deploy them to use the company's own R&D budget against it in a battle for market dominance."

"There was way too much sarcasm in that paragraph for me to get it."

"Uh... okay. Help us break in, steal some shineys. Whaddya say?"

Ash waited for the Stick Figure's author to reply, for her Author had been far too lazy to read the latest SD Stick War thread.

Bozocat: I am not lazy!

Ash: If you're not lazy, how come you decided to use Psieye's old villain faction and not make on up yourself.

Bozocat: Errr... I like Swords!

Andrew Lazyass, suravaying the scene:

He'd been watching the riot unfold on his moniter for some time now. It was always fun to see a rampage without the need to get involved (well, sometimes anyway). There was a knock at his door.

"Enter"

Skorpion entered.

"Sir, we were just wondering: who are we gonna side with?"

"............What?"

"In the rampage, do we support EM or the YFL?"

"We don't need to. We don't have any real affiliations with either of them at the moment"

"But sir, EM-"

"Yes, I suppose your right. We should back EM, they could probably use all the help they can get against those Puchuu things"

"I see. Well, I'll go get everyone ready to go"

Lazy called EM.

"Hello? I'd like to speak with mr Fox please. My name? Mr Lazyass. Can you put him through to me please?"

Summary:

-The FGTL join the fray on EM's side

Catgirls Trancendant or Lightsabers R0x0rz!

As his forces did prepare for battle,
Jubai surveyed the feild, for much was about that he did wish to see
The infamous VAGRANT General had taken to the feild
As well as a single follower of the barely idolized Mami

"O comander," a cute catgirl scout did hail him,
"Truly our forces are well nigh invincibal, but we have discovered someone.
"She did encounter our pickets not five minutes ago."

"Verily, oh lovely cat, bring her unto me and I shall speak at her."
And so it came that the one called Ameryll Windwalker,
Was escorted unto Jubai's, and she did stand before him proudly, almost defiantly

"Who are you, oh Jedi, that you seek to cross the feild of battle,
For these times are dangerous even for a jedi, if she is alone."

(Non-Verse: Ameryll looked confused for a moment, Is he speaking in verse? I guesse I should play along.)

"Verily I say unto you, oh Jubai, I am Ameryll Windwalker and I do seek to end this war,
For it is known, that only sorrow comes of war, suffering and pain,
I seek peace for this land an it's inhabitants."

Upon her words, so skillfully spoken, Jubai was moved
For she did speak truth, and even great soldiers hate war,

"Truth! I say to you, fair Jedi, I too seek peace,
But, by my honor, there are those who would destroy peace,
They would make war over their petty greivences."

"If you would seek peace, oh jedi
You must make war upon those who would destroy peace,
Will you make violence upon those who seek the destruction of peace."

"By my honor and upon my lightsaber I do swear it."

And Jubai's gaze did fall upon the lightsaber she carried,
ANd he was struck with a great vision,
"By Nayuki!" He cried, "It is brilliant!
Our forces will be unstoppable!"

And he did thrust his fist into the air
And a Bolt of Lighting did rend the sky
"By the Power of Kawaii, in the name of Nayuki-rin,
I command that all the catgirls in the foces of good,
Do become, Magical Ninja Jedi Catgirls!"

And there was a might FWOMPF!
And the catgirls were magically transformed into Magical Ninja Jedi Catgirls
And those who saw them trembled with fear and kawaii overload,

"Will you stay and lead my Catgirls, Oh Jedi?" Jubai inquired unto Ameryll
"Nay," she replied, "For I must go unto EM and lend my aid there."
And so Jubai did command an escort be made of One Hundred Magical Ninja Jedi Catgirls,

They were mounted upon gleaming white War Unicorns,
Their magical catgirl armor did gleam while covering practically nothing
And their lightsabers of many kinds did VIM! impressivly
Their leader was the cutest of the Hundred, for she was a Calico called Sonya

"These Hundred, lead by Sonya,
will provide you safe transport across the dangerous grounds."
And Ameryll was mounted upon a might War Unicorn herself,
Sonya did signal the advance they they did ride off to EM.

And Jubai did return to the task of mustering his forces for battle.

This post has been edited by Jubai the Kensai on Sep 18 2004, 12:03 PM

The puchuus marched ever onwards, chanting puchuu cadences as they went. "Chu chu chu chu chu chu!" "Chu chu chu chu chu chu chu!" "Puchuchuchu chu pu puchuu." "Puchuchuchuchuchuchuchu." [Translations: "Why do we have to sing this?" "Because our authors' mind is weird!" "We've got onsen guns yes we do!" "And when you see a crossplayer it'll make you spew!"] Markinson only grinned... and turned towards the apparent Kimikoist. He walked right up to him, and said two words:

"Pocky's here."

"Huh?"

Out of the blue, a nekomancer and a miko wearing what was left of a hakama and an intact pair of panda-print panties ran Nebulious over several times (as the pocky is mighty tricksy and changes directions often!), closely followed each time by a depressed mononoke... With a strange grin on his face, Markinson quickly grabbed the mamiist's onsen rifle and blasted the mononoke with it... transforming him into a girl in a french maids outfit, who then promptly began dancing on top of Nebulious as "Happy Happy Joy Joy" played in the background. Markinson just nodded satisfiedly, and tossed the onsen rifle back to his ally. "There... much better. Always so depressing to see someone not enjoying themselves in this time of violence and chaos."

He turned as he heard the sound of explosions... plasma explosions. And then... yes, the girl with the bokken. The one the puchuu had spoken of... and she was, it seemed, kicking puchuu butt. He leapt down to the ground level, grabbing a puchuu-sized onsen rifle from one of the fallen plushies... well, really, the puchuu sized rifle was more of a sidearm for him. He took careful aim at the girl, and cut off a single onsen bolt.

And, in the background, "I TOLD YOU I'D SHOOT, BUT YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME! WHYYYY DIDN'T YOU BELIEVE ME!?"

(That last line is in Happy Happy Joy Joy, btw.)

Seth wasn't sure how to react to the floating pocky and dancing maid. These things seemed to be standard fare, and after a few moments he settled on shaking his head and blinking at the same time. He then destracted himself by readjusting the onsen rifle.

The Mamiist's radio bleeped a few times to pull his attention from the oddities. "Seth, we've set up a couple mobile command posts as you requested. One's near the EM front, the other is by the diversionary front against the followers of Nayuki. There should be another one soon."

"Good." Seth drew his rifle up to eye level and looked over the area Markinson had shot into, trying to spot the samurai. "If any of the points are going to be overrun, destroy them. Don't let any opposing forces get a hold of our monitoring equipment or access to our communications grid. And keep us updated on the situation. The puchuus seem a bit slow for messengers." He switched off outgoing transmissions.

Seth addressed the Vagrant General without turning from the field. "Our communications lines are well secured, and the EM front post shouldn't be too far from here if we need it." He caught a glimpse of movement from something that didn't look like it was plushing (in a deadly way) and shifted to try and get a better view.

[Kyle and Kely EMHQ outside]

"What do you mean you won't let us in? We need to talk to Fox..."

"Look I'm sorry, but this is crisis time. No one will be allowed in unless my superiors tell me they know you, and right now Fox is too busy to be disturbed."

Kely sulked while Kyle looked up. "Hey, is that a ladder?"

The Errant Knight sighed. "Yes, yes it it."

"Why's it all the way up there?"

"So that people can't go up there..."

"Then what's the point?"

"Look, I don't know, now just leave me alone."

"You can get up there no problem, though."

"Really..." The soldier was losing his patience, and he idly considered his using force to remove the irritation.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Kyle began to glow, and the guard was suddenly up next to the ladder. Thanks to years of reflex training, he was able to grab the ladder before falling the 10 feet to the ground.

"Hmm... what's in here..." Kyle used a pass wall spell on himself and his sister, and they walked through, her following with a half embarrased, half amused look on her face.

[Kantou, or whereever Addi is now]

Geldeau looked at the small things approaching him. As he looked, they flew into a nearbye wall, revealing their not-so-cute interior face. "Fucking things... I hate transmutation..." with another glance, he sent one into another.

Geldeau was angry, thus it was soothing to have something to hit. Earlier that day, Psieye had finally pissed him off enough that he left. First they get invaded, then everyone's BRAIN gets hacked by the fucking instigators that Psieye knew more about than ANYONE, then he has the gaul to tell ME that I should have ahd better mental defences... "I can't believe he used to be my friend. I am just glad I'm out of that crackhouse..."

As it was, though he was getting tired. He only incapacitated the Puuchus, and like any other muscle, a psionic could only "Flex" so much before over-extertion. He saw a young man come out of a door nearbye, red hair, youthful, bishonen look to him.

Geldeau jumped, and psionically pushed himself up, to make his jump longer, and he landed in the clear area near the man. "Excuse me, but do you have any idea what these things are?"

[OOC]

[EM] Kely and Kyle annoy a guard, and go inside to look for Fox.

[streets] Geldeau meets Addi in the street.


Description of Geldeau: approx 7 ft. tall, 300 lbs Very well musclied (think Sagat from Street Figher 2) darkly tanned skin, and a third eye in the middle of his forehead. Bald up to the mid-top of his head, despite looking about 28. Has black, wirey hair beyond there pulled into a mid-back length pony tail. currently wearing a Yellow-Tan wrap of cloth from Mid Stomach down to his ankles that is decorated with odd symbols, like those used by Mephasis, and no shirt.

Never underestimate the power of random things you can find in Megatokyo.

Mahou skittered away from the pocky (briefly, mind you, for she did wantssss the precioussss) enough to change into a new outfit (aka, more hakama! .... and panties that weren't panda print).

While she was at it, she took out something quite handy from Sleevespace.

...also, never underestimate a pocky-hunting miko who wants to be left alone by certain rampaging persons.

The onsen rifle shot true, the shot slamming into Markinson, and he turned into a rather.... well, imagine a rampaging bishounen who suddenly starts to look quite like Erika (complete with frilly cosplay dress and all).

"Come on, Damion! The pocky's getting away!" Another shot, and Damion was back to his regular mononoke form.

Damion snirked at the former-male Markinson, and sang a few bars of "Foxy Lady" as they hurried away.

"Ber-ber-BOW! Ber-ber-BOW! Foxy- Wait... WTF am I doing?" Markinson just blinked, and glanced down at his chest... "Say... those weren't there before. Wait a second... sunuvva bit-" WHAM! Markinson caught a puchuu to the face. He hit the ground, only to pull himself back to his feet with signifigantly more more bouncing than before. "Wonderful." He shot himself with his onsenifying sidearm, transforming back into his normal self.

"...Why didn't I equip these things with IFF systems?"

Unfortunately, there was one side-effect of reversing a feminizing effect... while he had the right stuff in the right places... he was still rather bishounen. That's not so bad until you realize...

Girls like bishounen.

A lot.

Markinson turned only to see a horde of girls charging at him. "...HOLY YUKI'S MOTHER! RUN! RUN!" And with that, Markinson, wielder of the dark power of the necrowombicon, commander of the Dread Puchuu Horde, and all around nutball....

Ran from a horde of fangirls.

"HOLY YUKI'S MOTHER! RUN! RUN!" Markinson's cry snapped Seth's view down to ground level, only to see the Yukifan running from a horde of girls. His finger began to tighten around the trigger, and was rewarded with a stream from the rifle.

A shriek resulted as one of the fangirls became an obese male crossplayer. Horrified, the now confused ex-girl dashed away, but the others were too focused to notice. Reaching the conclusion that the rifle wasn't efficient enough for a large group, he slung it back over his shoulder and retrieved his halberd. Planting it squarely onto the roof, Seth vaulted over the side of the building, cushioning his landing with a group of puchuus near Markinson.

Grabbing one of the plushing rampagers, he hefted it towards the fangirls, hoping to draw their attention away from the necrowombic Yukifan. Instead, it latched onto one's face and both fell to the ground. Fortunately, the girl's squealing, which didn't seem to be out of fear, commanded the focus of a large portion of the fangirl squad. They all simultaneously attempted to glomp the plushing puchuu, and Seth stepped between the girls and Markinson.

Were it not that puchuus were simply so entertaining to thwack, AC might've been getting bored of the monotony. As it was, however, she was still having a great time.

Unknown to her, a shot from an onsen rifle had been fired in her direction. However, just as impact seemed imminent, a random crossplayer stumbled into the way. Suddenly doused by the gender-changing water, he paused to check his now soaked costume for any damage.

Almost immediately, he realized that something wasn't right. A closer inspection revealed the absence of certain essential items that had been present before, and the presence of some that previously hadn't existed. He stared dumbly for a few moments, and then the former crossplayer screamed.

Screamed just like a little girl.


((Ehehehe, sorry, I just couldn't resist that one....))

Charge of the Cute Brigade

Then Jubai did array his forces,
Upon the left was the War Unicorn Mounted Magical Ninja Jedi Catgirl Brigade
Upon the right he did deploy the Legions of Neko, wih the Great NEKO Unit 00 in the lead,
With them were the Ten Legions of Bishounen
And in the Van he did deploy the Sour Candy Soldiers,
Dour faced fangirls and fanboys who weilded their Sour Skittle Rippers with deadly efficiency,

When his forces were arrayed, Jubai did sound the charg,
"For Great Justice and Nayuki-rin! I command you to attack!"

With a might shout the host did advance at full speed.
Upon their War Unicorns the catgirls did fall upon one flank of the dread Puuchuu Hoard
The unicorns were as deadly as the catgirls who rode them
And they did trample the weakling puuchuu to a plush pulp.
Those catgirls who succumed the the evil of the puuchuu cuteness,
Became unstoppable Death-Glomping terrors,
Those who fell to the onsen Rifles, became Magical Ninja Catboy Bishounen,
And they did fall back for a change of clothes and joined their new comrades.

The Sour Candy Shock troop fell upon the rear of the Hoard,
Impervious to the cuteness of the beasts, they began to cut them to bits,
And the Bishounens, who are only affected by Cute Girls of most types,
Did slaughter upon the haord from the other flank.
And the NEKO Unit 00 took a cat nap because it was not yet needed.

Then the report came to Jubai,
The Evil Markinson had been targeted by a group of Wild Roving Fangirls,
Without their commander, the Puuchuu Hoard was leaderless,

"Perhaps," Jubai did muse,"Perhaps victory is at hand, and we shall have peace."

The trio continued to chase after the floating pocky all the way to Kit's Armory Express where it stopped and floated above it.

"Ano...How can we reach it now?" Mahou asked, not wanting a repeat of the earlier human pyramid idea.

"Ooh! I got it!" WoK "plushed" over to Kit's booth as much as a human could plush and asked, "May we have a ladder please?"

"Um...This is an armory, I don't think we have...any........" Kit paused, noticing the nekomancer wibbling, "...but I'm pretty sure we have one!"

"Wai!" WoK jumped in joy.

Kit only smiled and sweatdropped before he pulled out a ladder from Quakespace.

"Arigatou!" The nekomancer placed the ladder against a building and climbed up to reach for the floating pocky, which was yet again, just barely out of her reach when a stray puchuu ran right into the ladder and knocked it over.

*THUD*

"UWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" WoK wailed at her now bleeding knee.

Damion shot a glare which made the puchuu cower in fear. He loomed over Kit's booth, slammed money on the table, and pointed at the vacuum. Kit nodded slowly and handed the mononoke the vacuum.

[begin Damion Rampage]

Lukai: Get your eye bleach, get your eye-bleach right here! You really want eye-bleach before reading this post! Trust me...hehehe.

Girls Read the Manual

While Ameryll generally didn't like traveling in large groups...a Jedi could generally get anywhere she wanted quietly...she had to admit the cats were effective at what they did. Ameryll kept her lightsaber on her belt, and used her minor telekinesis abilities to *push* people out of her way when necessary. She was hoping to stop this fight without adding to the blood shed. (ok, in the case of the plushies :stuffingshed)

On the rooftop of a nearby building, Ash sat looking down a sniper scope, attached to an onsen rifle. It was the same rifle that turned JKF into a woman just before he was shot. It was also the same gun that had turned him into a fat cosplayer shortly after he'd been shot, but even the lone gunman didn't know that. Ash set her sight carefully on the Jedi, Ameryll Windwalker. If the Jedi could be turned into a cosplaying lunatic, then the kats might disburse. It seemed such a shame to cause such trauma to someone she'd just recruited, but the war must go on.

Ameryll found herself moving slower through the crowd than she liked, though the crowd was thinning from the work of the cat jedi people. The back of her neck started to tingle...her only warning that danger was approaching. She reached for her lightsaber, but didn't get a chance to ignite it before getting hit by something which knocked her clear off her horse.

She felt strange. Her once dark chocolate skin turned pasty and white, her dancer's figure was crushed under new levels of obesity. And worst, her modest jumpsuit shrunk and turned into an outfit so scant...it could be none other than the bikini Princess Leia was forced to wear by Jabba the Hutt! On the ground lay the remains of her lightsaber, now one of those expensive fiberglass props you can buy on ebay for about $200.

From the building, Ash had already put away the sniper scope. She had carefully read the directions on the onsen rifle, including the warnings.

But up on the building Ash could hear the results of her shot, as a hundred unicorn riding cat girls screamed and ran for the sake of their sanity. Ash watched the kitties leave with some regret. Business before pleasure.

Down below, Ameryll was trying to calm her mount who was trying to get away. Her Jedi robe was slung over the unicorn's back, and if she could cover up, things wouldn't be quite so bad. Even Glider wouldn't look at her.

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Authorspace:
Ash: I don't have any firearm skill!

Ameryll-author: Eh, it's non-canon

Ameryll-char: If it's non-canon, then I can come into authorspace and kick your sorry ass for this, right?

Ameryll-Author: uhh...sorry, I live in a no fat cosplayer zone.

(later in authorspace)
Ameryll-author: I can't do it, it's too painful! *curls up under desk*

Eye-bleach salesman: Now now, you haven't helped me sell enough bleach yet.

Ameryll-author: I've already bought 3 gallons AND used them all, please don't make me finish the picture!

Eye-bleach salesman: then just post what you have.

Ameryll-Author: I...can't...it hurts...the evil...it's too much.

Eye-Bleach salesman: Fine, then I'll do it. Don't want to look
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OOC: I'll deal more with her later.

OOC 2: I might be on the side of EM, but that doesn't mean I have to make it easy with such a perfect comedy point.

Challenge: Someone come up with a catchy name for this leia cosplayer.

This post has been edited by Ameryll Windwalker on Sep 18 2004, 03:38 PM

"HOLY YUKI'S MOTHER! RUN! RUN!"

Eladio sidestepped aside as a hoard of fan girls ran passed him and Seth chasing the now bishounen Markinson.

“This battle get weirder and weirder” said Eladio.

As Seth went after him, Eladio laughed at Nebulious's new maid form. Then looked back at his new toy and realize it's potential. Eladio unbuckled his onsen rifle and dashed through the streets shooting anyone that wasn’t either Seth or Markinson.

Once Eladio reached the fan girl group, he jumped high over them firing his onsen rifle at most of fan girls turning them into obese male crossplayers. As Eladio landed near Seth, the remaining fan girls, realizing their friends’ current state, ran far away from the area, screaming.

Eladio held his hand out as dark energy was gathered at his palm, forming the V-blade, the Vagrant’s favorite powerful long sword. “…If you allow me…” said Eladio, “Be gone!” He cut the air with V-blade causing a powerful gust of wind, blowing the crossplayers soaring high in the sky, crashing into some of EM’s defensive forces.

“Are you guys ok?” asked Eladio to Markinson and Seth.

Beowulf looked up from his perch as he watched Markinson run.
"That's hardly fair. An entire horde on one man. Let's even the odds."
He muttered this to himself as he snapped open his briefcase. He pulled out the pieces of a rifle. He quickly snapped them together and put a clip into the gun. He leveled his sights and began to unload his tranquilizer darts into the crowd of fangirls. He followed Markinson as he ran through the streets, barely making his jumps from roof to roof.
He bellowed at Markinson "Damn it, sit still so I can get a good shot at them!!"
Beowulf continued to fire, slowly thinning the crowd.

After he saw that Eladio had dispersed them he dropped down to talk
"Care for a hand?"

This post has been edited by Revan on Sep 18 2004, 03:43 PM

"Some people can't take a joke!" Neb huffed. "Wait until I get my hands on that guy!" Picking up a mirror dropped by a fangirl, Nebulious now looked at her suprisingly kawaii form. Short blue hair, oversized glasses, a figure that the stupid dress didn't hide very well, the list went on.

The sorceress leaped into the air, expecting to fly. Instead, she landed back onto the roof.

"Oh, just peachy. My magic's even changed. How am I supposed to get down?" In anger, she hit the dazed puchuu with the bristle end of her broom. Wait...a broom?

"Oh! I get it. That must mean I can..." she trailed off. Erupting into a michevious cackle, Neb dropped the broom, which hovered in the air. She hopped on, and flew away.

In the air, she had a wide view of the battle, as did the Puchuu, who had gripped onto the end.

"Puch!" It shouted and once again latched onto the the poor girl's head.

"Ack! Get off! We're gonna-" It was too late. The pair fell off, with the now-inactive broom in tow.


On the battlefield, AC had just sliced another Puchuu in half. Behind her, came the chilling cry of a cross-player. She turned around just in time the see the obese man used a lading pad by a girl in a french maid outfit, a puchuu, and a broom, which prompty konked the maid in the head.

"Ow."

(OOC: To both Nebulious and EBJ: Markinson shot Damion, not Nebulious... and Mahou shot Damion, turning him back... but I suppose to save both posts, the best thing is probably to assume a stray shot hit Nebulious while he was on the ground... /OOC)

A man sleeping on a bench opened his eyes for a moment. Puchuus and Cat-people battling greeted his eyes. He yawned and went back to sleep.

(OOC: There aren't enough fanatical Erika-fans or Yukiites to watch. Not interested.)

After hugging the life from several Puchuu, Nathan was trampled by a hoarde of Unicorn Riding Jedi Ninja Catgirls. Then by a horde of crazed fangirls running after a Bushoniangsfffdhsdfood who, judging from the tapes on the battlecruiser, appeared to be the leader of the Yuki-ite forces. Then, a bunch of shambling undead followed them. He knew where the cat girls were from, and the fangirls were easy to explain, but the undead here too? He had not seen them anywhere.
Yes, the puchuus had shot him multiple times with the onsen rifles, but it had been to no avail. Nathan, had only one ability: he could not be transmuted in any shape or form. His fighting skills with martial weapons were mediore at best, he couldn't hit the broad-side of a giant box of pocky floating in the air at a range of three feet with a gun that wasn't his own (it was still on the battlecruiser he assumed, either that, or it had been stolen by one of the little yellow buggers) , and any other form of magic he knew tended to have effects much more detrimental to him and his allies than his enemy. He was in short, relatively useless in battle, except as a tactical commander. but he had no army. The standard troops were either Bomphed away, turned into fat cross-players, or chasing the yuki-ite leader, not out of desire to do him harm, but desire to have his child. Nathan sighed. It seemed his glory days were over. He thought that he might as well request pick up and go back to observing from on-high. No one needed him here.
Then, he caught sight of a marvelous thing.
The 'God,' the only way he could think to describe it, was glowing, not with happiness, but with pure, overpowering angst. It was not as powerful as live-journal angst mind you, but still overwhelming nonetheless. He wore glasses, and carried in his hand a pencil. He seemed to be drawing the world around him...
"Hello," Nathan said to him. The 'God' jumped.
"You're not supposed to be here."
"Sorry. What are you drawing? It looks really nice."
"Nah, the artwork is terrible. People must hate it."
"I'd doubt that," Nathan said, admiring the great scenery and linework, "are you by any chance a god?"
The 'god' laughed, "hardly. I'm Fred. I just draw."
"Oh, okay. Uh..." this whole encounter seemed mightily wierd. "Well, these fan-faction-ites seem to be destroying your work."
"It happens all the time. I think of it more as an oppourtunity to rework my design."
"Ah."
"Well, yeah, you shouldn't be seeing this, so I'm gonna have to make you go away. Anywhere you want to go?"
"Hmm. I think I'll offer my services to the EM."
"Ah, okay," he help the eraser over to Nathan, and began rubbing him out.
"One more thing!" Nathan pleaded, "Is Yuki's arm broken?"
"That, you'll have to find out for yourself," the magical incarnation of Fred said as he erased Nathan from the scene.

Nathan Greyhame found himelf in the EM headqaurters. He scared a beautiful female employee half to death when he strangely appeared. Nathan found that his special custom made weapon had appeared in his pocket: The Tray-Gun. He looked at the people running the show.
"Hello," he said.


(OOC Feel free to talk to him and anything. He does windows, but no dishes.)

Edit: Part of this was inspired by this. It got me thinking, what Kimiko (the drawing, not the character) would consider god. It ended up being her creator in my mind: Fred. He may not be a god to any of us (or at least he desires not to be a god to any of us -_-'), but to his characters he must is a crude representation of god...
"Piro! Get ready to meet your maker! You'll find he's a lot like you..."

This post has been edited by NathanGreyhame on Sep 18 2004, 04:56 PM

Seth waited as the remaining fangirls rushed towards him to reach Markinson. Before they could reach him, however, Eladio hit most of them with bolts from the onsen rifle and dispersed them.

"Are you guys ok?"

Seth nodded. "It seems you are a quicker shot than I, Eladio." The Vagrant General chuckled as his V-blade dissipated in favor of the rifle. Before either could say anything, however, a new soldier dropped next to them, suddenly realizing that he had more than a couple weapons trained on him.

"Care for a hand?" The man asked tentatively.

"Your right or left one?" Seth quipped, raising his halberd. "Or maybe you meant you'd like to help us?" The man nodded, and the Mamiist shrugged and relaxed his grip on the pole arm.

A bleep from his radio interrupted the conversation, and Seth stepped back to answer. "The Nayuki-rin front has deployed lightsaber-wielding catgirls. They're out maneuvering and decimating the Puchuus," the radio announced.

The Mamiist sighed. "Perhaps you can try organizing them a bit? That's what a command post is for, is it not? The main goal is still EM, so your directive is just to keep the Nayuki followers occupied as long as possible. Do whatever it takes."

"Understood." Seth put the radio away and rejoined the others.

"About those catgirls that are decimating your troops, has anyone tried just burning some catnip nearby the battlegrounds. They may be catgirls, but they are still felines. They'll get so happy off the catnip that the entire front flank will be so wide open you could all dance in. By the way, the name's Beowulf anbd I'm a freelance mercenary who happens to support Yuki."
Beowulf shook the hands of each of the three, who introduced themselves in turn. Beowulf slung his rifle across the back of his long, black trenchcoat.

AC was beginning tire of the endless puchuus, and looked around for a new target. A movement caught her eye, and she turned to see a horde of fangirls chasing after a bishi.

Hm, looks entertaining... she thought. With an anime-style effect, she leapt after them to get a better look at it- if the bishi actually seemed a nice guy, she could have fun taking out the fangirls. If not, she could still attack the fangirls, but then turn on the bishi immediately afterwards.

Either way, she'd be having plenty of fun.

*BLATATATATATATATATATA-click*

The empty clip automatically popped from the pulse rifle, landing on the ground with a clatter. Hunter suddenly realized that all the spare clips for the gun were over at his original fire position, in a large sack. Shouldering the rifle, he pulls out his matched pair of Desert Eagles from their thigh holsters, and runs out firing, nailing puchuus all the way.

*BLAM BLAM BLA-BLAM BLAMBLAMBLAM BLAMBLAM BLAM*

As Hunter reaches the sack, he smoothly replaces his Deagles, and switches to the MAC-10 concealed in his shoulder holster.

*BLUDADUDADUDADUDADUDADUDADUDADUDADUDA-click*

As the clip empties, he dives back to his position, and quickly reloads the pulse rifle's clips. He pops up, and there are no puchuus in sight. Recovering from the surprise, he gets up and checks the roof area for any puchuus in hiding. As he approaches the door, he quickly checks to see if there are more puchuus down the stairs. None.

"Hmm. Puchuus only retreat when they're losing bad somewhere else. Sounds like time to reap the whirlwind.."

He jogs back to the sack to pick up a few more clips for the grenade launcher, and then proceeds to drop grenades on the puchuus like rain.

*WHUD WHUD WHU-DDDD*

Accidentally clipping a building, the remainder crumbles into a pile of rubble.

"Whoops, my bad."

(OOC/OT: "You called down the thunder, now reap the whirlwind." -A Ghost, Starcraft. Best quote ever.)

The last body slammed into the wall with a satisfying crunch, signifying the broken bones that usually accompanied all those who ran afowl of anyone associated with Hayasaka Erika. In this case, the someone was a were-cheetah, thus providing even more bone-rending power.

Izuko looked around at the bodies until she found one who was just barely conscious. Roughly, she grabbed her former assailant and slammed him into the wall. Chips of brick fell away from where his head impacted.

"You know what I'm going to ask, and you know I'm none too happy right now. So let's be quick with the answer."

"For Yu *blood cough*"

"For me? You better come up with something better than that."

"For Yuki..."

"What about her?"

"What your idol did to..."

The Yukist never got through with his words before being thrown across the alley into the opposite wall. "I'm not even part of EM anymore, jackass!" Izuko glared at the crumpled, unconscious heap against the wall. Then, satisfied, she turned and walked away.

"..."

"..."

I stared coolly at the pack of puchuus who were now blocking my way out of the alley I'd dropped off the roof into. I mean, I could have just jumped over them, but there were a LOT of them, and I might have landed right in the middle of them, and then my clothes would probably be ruined.

"Pu- chuuuuUUUU?" they said, and cuted at me with all their might.

Unfortunately for them, the state of being undead grants many interesting resistances. Cute? So what?

"That all youve got?" I asked, drawing my sword.

The puchuus charged.

"They are cute" Sabin said, looking down on the new abominations that had plagued the city.

"Well what are we going to do?" Zan asked.

"Watch... this isn't our fight. That is unless someone were to ask me to help... but I doubt that will happen" Sabin answered, opening another yoohoo...

Markinson just watched the others as the fangirls occupied themselves loving on a Puchuu. His ears perked as he heard that his forces were being heavily beaten on from the rear. "Spoot. Well, that sucks." Markinson struck a thoughtful pose for a moment before he realized something. My pose isn't evil enough. And, so, he struck a thoughtfully evil pose, mulling over the current situation.

"Jedi, right? Jedi... cats?" He glanced at Beowulf. "I like your idea." He pulled out a cellphone, dialing in a number. "Chu.", and he hung up the phone. [Translation: "They're cats, so use catnip. Yes, kitty crack. Use a lot of it. How much? However much you can liberate in the name of our goddess."]

Throughout the city, catnip bonfires began springing up.

"Let's see... we've got little creatures of evil and destruction... we've got the honorable men of evil fighting for their goddess... what're we missing? Oh! Right! The fact that we're supposed to be fighting the Erikans."

With that, he started off with the Puchuu horde, only for a bokken-wielding bishoujo to drop down in front of him. "Hiiii!"

Markinson just blinked, taking up a defensive posture, necrowombic power rising up from his form. "Hello... you would be?"

Nebulious gathered her wits just in time to see the female samurai in front of where she landed take off in a dramatic leap. Cleaning her glasses on the dress' sleave, she could make out the warrior hurring towards a mass of fangirls. A mass of very familiar fangirls. Fangirls who had been chasing Markinson and probally still were.

Neb hopped back onto the broomstick and took off, with the very determined Puchuu grabbing onto the end.

"Wait for meeee, whoever you are!" she shouted out to AC.

-Rise of the Dark Yukifan-

BEC:and thus the thread was dubbed RDY.

Al:i still wish you coulda subbed it. the fans will kill me. you apparently got justin timberlake to dub over markinson. some misunderstood memos about the english translation of bishie.

BEC: so i enjoy causing pain. you know al, you might think me sadistic. but really...this is me at my most masochistic.

Al:If you get the backstreet boys as the Puuchuu Death Squad i am going to kill...erm...someone.

luci: I'll black mamba you!

al: in the face!

luci: like a fox!

al: like a DEMON fox!

amchan: shut the fuck up and right the post.

al: *wibble*

--IC--

Al awoke. Slowly, he regained the semi coherency that his current drugged state let him achieve. He blinked at the fluorescent suns burning above him in the bleach sterile smell of a room he lay in. the room was bright, harsh, unforgiving.

unfamiliar ceiling

Al looked over, slowly, eyes adjusting to the haze of brightness. It was almost painful compared to the sweet bliss of dark unconsciousness. He saw melody’s face. Images burned his mind. Like a slideshow mated with a house of horror on the back tailfin of the concord, al’s mind was bombarded with sounds, smells, sights. Melody. Kids. Death. The evil one. Pain. Devil. Fate. Hatred. Al grabbed his head, sitting up fast, pulling out his IV and setting off a few alarms. He shook his head, grabbing his hair, eyes wide. Blood. Death. Hurt. Jealousy. Family. Destruction. Kill. Ming. Enemy. Ping. Miho. Devil. CoM. Faction. Kill. Kill…

“Kill…Markinson.” Al breathed hard, tears flowing silently down his cheeks as Melody lay silent, thinner than before. Her jewel was gray. A few nurses rushed in, mumbling something. Al didn’t hear them. Everything was silent. He could hear his heart. It punded in his ears. He felt it, the urge. He would right the wrongs. He had to.He didn’t feel the sedation kick in as he was forcibly laid back down. Burning helium lights faded to blackness.

--

BEC watched the city from a cloud very high above it. He smiled. This was fun. This was good. This was Chaos. And Chaos was BEC. With a devious grin he materialized 2 spray paint cans in his paws and entered Lurk mode. He hummed a tune.

“draegd-erm…markinsonador was a yukifan…..” and he laughed all the way to Mexico. And by Mexico I mean certain faction buildings in MT.

--

Karasu shrugged as he watched the chaos below. Dokuro was with him, smiling. Wars meant Business. Business meant Money. Money meant Kickass Weapons. Kickass Weaopons were just…well…kickass. Karasu stood silent, arms crossed, his long scarf waving in the small wind. Dokuro happily grinned at the chaos, his mask blocking any view of his face. Dokuro bit his thumb and jumped off the building. Karasu looked at him, sighing. Dokuro landed, palm striking the ground.

“KUCHIYOSE NO JUTSU! HYOUSHIKI!” Dokuro cried and a massive sign appeared in his hands. It read in numerous languages NINJAS FOR HIRE! Dokuro looked pleased under his mask. Karasu looked…dead.

--

Makoto was amazed at what she saw. A fanboy war. That didn’t involve largoists and mihoists as the main combatants. This was amazing in itself. There was clearly only one thing the stewardess of ORAZ could do while the factionleader was absent. One thing, to keep the principles of ORAZ alive, one chance to do the morally correct choice, the American dream, the holiest of choices, the most sacred duty.

She had to record all of this and sell it on Pay Per View.

Makoto sent a few squadrons of VRDs to record the chaos for future profiteering.


OOC

woohoo~! ORAZ joins the fray!

(Long Before B33r's last post. Because I'm a slow drawer)

The Glompage

Aree panted as she chased after the Fangirl horde, seeing the futility of the situation. She thought for a moment, before using all of her energy to leap over the horde and...

"SUPER WAIFULL GLOMPAGE!"

...smack dab ontop of Markinson.

"Ow" she said and watched in horror as the two of them were toppled by fangirls. Markison quickly recovered, taking up running again.

Aree blinked for a moment. "You're not Andy..." she mused, but then realized that this guy was in danger of supreme glompage. And she decided that the best way of hiding from the hospital for a nice day off was to help this guy with whatever he was doing. And so, whipping a Moped out of hammerspace, Aree followed the freakky evil Yukist dude.

This was better then her other option, she thought, the metal images big and scary.



Aree's joined the fight for Yuki's poor arms, because she 's kinda bored.

This post has been edited by Aree on Sep 18 2004, 09:19 PM

"Sir. Here is the info we have gathered so far" Came the voice of a N1NJ4 in Sabin's ear. His nanoplant displayed the information they had collected about the events that had lead up to the war.

"Baka Yaro" Sabin said shaking his head.

"I take it we are going to be changing our stance in this?" Zan asked.

"Yep. And I know just where we need to go" Sabin said, looking in the direction of the dark power he knew so well. A moment later his body vanished...

Glider flew away from Ameryll...or the man in the bikini who used to be Ameryll...as fast as his little wings would carry him. He needed to find someone who could help her.

Off on the roof, Ash was raising her staff to teleport. She got Ameryll into this fight, Glider figured she could get the Jedi out of it. He got high in the sky, then divebombed her, knocking the staff out of her hands.

"Hey, I was using that! You stupid...hamster?"

Ash watched in confusion as Glider quickly started pulling on her hair and "wark"-ed rather loudly in her ear.

"It's in my hair! It's in my hair!" Ash screamed, trying to pry the hamster out of her hair to no avail. It was at this point that she realized she was ten feet in the air. "Don't you drop me you stinkin' rodent!"

Glider "Wark"ed at the 'deadweight' as he flew back to Ameryll. She'd finally managed to get her Jedi cloak on and was hiding from view under it. The war unicorn she had been riding on was munching on apples about a block away.

Ash carefully avoided looking at whatever form Ameryll was hiding under her long brown robe, but a low male voice asked from underneath the hood, "Can you fix this, Ash?"

Ash shook her head, "I don't know how," she started but Glider pulled her hair. "Ouch! Alright alright, I'll give it a try, just call off the hamster brigade!" Glider hopped out of Ash's hair and stood on the ground, tapping his foot expectantly.

Ash pulled a wand out of her boot, "Now hold still, Ameryll...I've never actually tried this before."

Over the next thirty seconds, Ash carefully cast dispell on Ameryll. She danced in a circle around the Jedi, carefully avoiding any puchuus that wandered too close to the ritual.

Glider watched like a...well...hawk, to make sure the instigator didn't hurt his Jedi. Ash danced, hopped, and at one point even did something that looked a lot like belly dancing when there was a loud *BAMF* from underneath Ameryll's cloak.


"Iewww...warn someone before you let one of those things rip, Ameryll!" Ash complained. She held her breath against the sulfurous smell the spell left behind. Ameryll peered back out, as her former self, from when she first entered this universe (in which all anime chars precieved her as being male).

"Ohh, you're a bishi again!" Ash exclaimed, and *glomp*ed Ameryll.

"I'm not a boy! I'm just not very well defined! Help!" she yelped as she was bowled over.

AC paused for a moment considering the bishounen in front of her, as well as how to answer his inquiry (if she answered at all, that is). She then struck a dramatic pose.

"My name is AC the Cosplayer. You command the puchuus. Prepare to die."

And with that entirely out of character statement* she charged forward, bokken ready to strike down the evil bishi.


((Fun randomness. ))

*AC's sorta semi-cosplaying a random Shinsengumi member, and I somehow just can't quite picture one of them quoting something like that....

Things were just getting more and more chaotic. That, of course, is the whole point behind a rampage, but it made it harder for Seth to keep everything (and everyone) straight. Especially when many of them were switching genders repeatedly. The latest arrival, the samurai cosplayer, certainly didn't help matters any.

The Mamifan was putting his radio away (again) when AC charged Markinson. Almost without thinking, he shifted his weight and jutted the back end of his halberd along the ground between the two combatants, catching the bishoujo's foot and throwing her balance off.

The cosplayer failed to fall over properly, however, instead rolling forward and jumping back onto her feet almost without missing a step. The only difference was that she found herself between the two fans of the schoolgirls. Seth turned to face her and raised his halberd, a red glow pulsing over his hands and weapon.

The ANBU leader watched the puchuu horde march down the streets of Megatokyo towards Erika Multinational HQ. The KFH had figured that some crazy Yuki fanboy would cause some serious trouble over the recent incident at MegaGamer’s, but this was ridiculous. This use of puchuus seemed just downright evil.

He watched with interest as various innocent citizens along with others were shot with the onsen rifles that the puchuus carried. This rampage seemed to bring about more insanity than rampages usually do. It was a pity and a relief that this was nothing compared to what Draegos would have done. Regardless, he had to report it to his superior even if one of the other ANBU already reported it.

Haku took out his cellphone and dialed in the number for the secure line in KFH HQ. While they had moved the main HQ after the LDG was formed, they had moved back under the gamer store because of the convenient locale. The other end picked up and the voice of the Head of Special Operations was heard.

“KFH Special Operations Department, how might I help you?” Vortigen said in pleasant voice that sounded way too forced.

“Sir, this is Haku. It seems some Yuki fanboy has started a rampage with an army of Puchuus against EM,” Haku said.

“I expected as much. What is the current status of the rampage?” Vortigen asked.

“Well…their bishie leader and the puchuus are now running from a fangirl horde,” Haku replied with a slight chuckle.

“Good, they’re distracted for now. Keep an eye on them and make sure all other ANBU do so as well,” Vortigen ordered, “I’m taking a chopper to EM to have a talk with Fox.”

“Of course Vortigen,” Haku said and hung up so he could call the other ANBU members.

Vortigen left his office and walked to the underground helipad where a lone KFH Apache sat. He alerted the guy he ran the hanger so the hanger door in the ceiling would be opened. Vortigen climbed into the cockpit and turned on the engines. As soon as the doors were open enough, Vortigen flew the Apache out the hole in the ceiling, with also happened to be an empty parking lot next to the abandoned building next store to the Gamer Store. He flew towards EM to lend a hand.

Ara? Six-fingered Markinson?

Markinson just blinked, glancing down at his hand, "...What the hell? When did that new finger come in? Must be some onsen rifle special effects. I'll have to try that on my pants later." AC just blinked in shock as she stood there... and then struck at Markinson, a blow which he parried by tossing a puchuu between himself and the blade.

AC merely blinked. "Inconcievable!" And again she attacked, this time her blow was parried by... Markinson's labcoat. It was apparently quite sturdy. The cosplayer just blinked once again, "You deflected my blow with a coat that's only halfway black!? Inconcievable!" And, with that, she made another attempt at an attack, only for this blow to be parried by a low-flying magical maid flying a broomstick. "...Uhm..." AC blinked... "She's over there. That you blocked with her is inconcievable!"

Markinson just tick-tocked his finger at her. "I do not think that word means what you think it means."

And then the battle was joined, the cosplayer assaulting with her bokken, and Markinson parrying with everything and his mother (whom, I assure you, was not very pleased at being used as a weapon.) In fact, he found himself using the kitchen sink in one instance, right before a cat and right after a chartreusse microbus.

Blunt objects didn't do much damage on a plushie, but it was fun all the same. Thunk, squish, thunk, squish. Beat on them one by one with a metal baseball bat, or two if you could get them together. The random violence amused Joshua greatly. Thunk, squish, puchuu! They were like cartoon animals, too ridiculous to actually be scary, and too tempting not to beat on. Thunk, squish, puchuu!

At one point, he was able to corner one in a boarded up doorway and continuously beat on it. It puchuu'ed all it wanted, but it was cornered as he gleefully whacked it over and over again with the bat.

Then came the rain of attacking puchuus. They came from everywhere, flying, ramming, chewing at his boots. Cursing Joshua tryed to shake them off, but they just kept coming, circling him, keeping up on the attack. He ran, but the swirling puchuus kept at it. Getting battered by flying plushie wasn't very comfortable. No matter how fast he ran or how much he swang at them, puchuus slammed into every part of his body.

"Dammit, get off!" Joshua screamed, taking flight again. What would get rid of these things? They liked plants right? He tore for the nearest park, and upon getting there, uprooted a bush to throw at them. The moment he raised it above his head...they melted away. A few puchuus still hung around the general area, wandering and such, but the attack was over.

"Yeah, that'll teach you bastards to attack me!"

Time for more whack-a-puchuu.


OOC: ::waits to see if anyone gets it::

Purple puchuu blood fell like rain in an unnamed alley as at least twenty of the annoying little things were sheard into pieces under my blade. The remaining few took the hint and scrambled, leaving the uglified bodies of their fallen compatriots in the street.

Well, at least it isn't Largoists this time. And they're not after your Lady either.

"Yeah. I guess we can be thankful for that at least..."

((*snickers* I see someone's having fun with the random movie reference. Don't get *too* carried away though, hehe.))


The momentary channeling of movie characters finished, AC paused, blinking at her ineffective attacks. She shook her bokken a few times, then blinked again.

"Well, that stinks," she said. "The effect of the plotline I wrote in 's wore off already. And there aren't any applicable anime laws in my favor, either..."

She tapped her foot as she thought to herself, as the men on either side of her simply stared, eyes wide and sweatdrops rolling.

"Ah, oh well," she said with a shrug. "Take this!" She swung her bokken, but before the strike was finished shifted her weight and sent a kick flying, aimed right for the crotch.

Markinson dodged to the side as the kick was incoming, and it landed...

Squarely in the groin of a fat cosplayer, whose large rolls of fat allowed him to ignore such an attack. In fact, his copious blubber seemed to absorb the cosplayer's foot.

Markinson could only wince. "Geez... I'm evil and all, but, damn, I wouldn't wish that kind of fate on someone."

Eladio walked over, looking at AC as her leg began being dragged into the crossplayer. "Yeah.. I mean, damn, what a way to go. Poor AC."

Markinson looked over, "Poor AC? Poor crossplayer! Do you have any idea how long it takes to get bloodstains out of a schoolgirl Rei Ayanami costume?"

With that, the Yukiists and Mamiites resumed their trek to EM to exact righteous revenge.

For great justice.

The Mercenary lit a cigarette as he watched the events unfold on his tv screen. Sure enough, shit had hit the fan in Megatokyo again....

"So, why the hell do you need me?"

"I need your magic. I've got a job, and you owe me."

"You know Jonas... if you weren't such a jackass sometimes, i would be more inclined to help you"

"Same old Snow, what name you going by these days?"

"Just Snow, its not as hard when you dont have to fake an accent"

"Its true Yuri... its true"

Snow sighed as he rememberd the many names he had used as an operative in Russia, working with Jonas... unfortunately he owed the guy a favor....

Hitting his speed dial, Snow called the nearest airport, and booked a one way fight back to MT.

---------------------------------------------



"Sir, you're over the maximum amount of firearms for this building..."

"Fine, take a brick of C4, and we will call it even"

"Thank you, have a nice day"

The job had been simple, walk in, walk out affair. Unfortunately, once Snow had walked into a room full of men with shotguns, he knew it wouldnt be as easy as planned.

"Son of a bitch.... why the fuck cant you people make this easy"

With that, Snow opened fire.....

"So, get me Mwu and a chopper - I'll meet him on the tarmac. I need a direct flight to EM"

"Understood boss, good to have you back"

"Thanks Kiba, good to be back in Japan...."

---------------------------------------------

Pistols smoking, Snow strode into the office.

"Mother fucker. Why the hell couldnt you fucking let me do my job. Fuckin bastard...."

With that, Snow sat down across from desk of the dead man, and proceeded to stroke his stubble with his pistol

"Alright. So, i've been sent by Jonas. You probably already know that. So I'll give you two options. The head, or the chest?"

"Fuck you asshole"

The bullets came from underneath the table.

"Ok Mwu-san. Bring us in low, i'll run the minigun on the bastards. Once we run out of ammo, put me down inside the compound."

With that, the KFH blackhawk swept in low on the streets toward EM.

A bit surprised, AC was still not the sort to panic. Reacting quickly, she first relaxed her stance, realizing that struggling in this case would be to no avail. Moving slowly, she gripped her bokken tightly with both hands, holding it to one side. She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing.

Taking a deep breath, she moved. She swung the bokken full force at the crossplayer, at the same moment jerking her leg back. The bokken sunk into the mass of flesh, but still provided enough leverage for her to free her leg, as well as helping her keep from being thrown off balance.

Now she planted both feet firmly on the ground, bracing herself as she tugged with all her strength on her bokken. Little by little, the wood began to slide out. Finally, after much straining, it came loose with a small pop. AC fell over backwards, landing firmly on her rear.

She winced, and looked up to see the two figures looming over her.

"Uhhh, hi?"

"Auuuggghhhh!!!"

"Puuchuu!!!"

*QUASH!*

Ah, it was his lucky day, a joyous occasion to fall from such a height with something to soft to break his fall. Indeed, the sight of an oddly-dressed albino boy (with cat-ears, nonetheless) sitting on a mound of Puuchuus would be an amusing sight for anyone walking by. That is, if those walking by weren't either screaming in agony due to the obese crossdressers, or screaming in horror at being an obese crossdresser. The young man cowered a little, his ears folding back against messy hair as he shifted to push a pair of prescription sunglasses back up to where they belonged. It wasn't such a good deal to land here afterall.

"Puu-puu-Puuchuu!"(Get off of me you fatass!) Came the muffled squeaks from under him, the noises protesting as he sat upright.

"You are not the walrus!" Came his response, a rather irritated grunt that spoke mounds about his patience.

"Puuchuu!! Puuuuuchuu!"(@#%#!!) That was self explanitory.

So, the male pulled himself rather slowly off of the plushies, ignoring the evil plushie appendages that waved up at him from slowly inflating forms. He rumbled lowly (the irritating type) before turning around rather disgruntledly... Only to trip over AC's prone form, landing square on his face overtop of her.

Tak stairs a t what is goignon with the Puchus running a muck.

Tak: So what aer those things.

Ayame: Puchus and there so cute I just want to hug one.

Tak: Not while your in my body your not.

Ayame: But there cute and I like cute things and look that one has big fangs and it is drooling and stairing right at us I think it wants to play.

Tak: 0.0 Oh holy hell!!!

One of the rather large snarling and drooling Puchus runs after Tak like he is a chew toy as he dives out of its way and heads for a better cover spot.

Ayame: YAY!! We are playing Tag. Were it hehehehehe...

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Summary: N1NJ4 not chew toy or friend.

Recovering from the blow that once again knocked the mage from her broom, Neb looked around.

"Nuts, Markinson got away! Now what do I do?"

She needed a plan, but first things first. Mounting the broom again, she picked up her puchuu companion and put it on. This time, it didn't even bother attacking and held on tight.

Up in the air, the former wind mage serveyed the battlefield. Spoting where she had previously seen Kit's armory, the pair dived back down. Neb arrived the the site of the crying nekomancer, the miko, and a very agitated mononoke holding a vacuum. She turned around to the stand.

"Hey gorgeous, what can I do for you?"

"I need clothes."

"Sorry, miss. For the umpteenth time today, I only sell weapons and armor. Now, I can get you some nice battle armor that goes with that dress very nic-"

Kit jumped back at a foot-wide steel mallet slammed onto the counter, leaving a circular depression.

"Give me clothes. Real clothes. Now."

Kit gulped. "Let's see what I can get for you."

[OOC]
Swords are just soo last rampage, now it's axes that counts
[/OOC]
Sample Package

The UDWS third lab.(not the underwater one as that one is teleport proof )
*sigh*
"Oh well it's not like he didn't bring it on himself. Trying to take over MegaJapan through force and all. You see, we in the UDWS don't do things the usual stick way. We have other methods and other goals than those before us," VGU handed discs to the sticks assembled there, and dismissed them, "You see those five were all the captains I got. I don't need a stick horde as I am an Gear dealer."

He pulled out a drawer in his desk and took out something, "Here, use these and get me the 'splicing tube' from EM. I would have hired the N1NJ4 for this one, but they are just shady, not shady and wicked," VGU tossed a rather large and heavy bag at Ash.

"What is this, and how did you manage to lift and throw this thing? You are a stick are you not?" the Instigator was puseled over this feat that the Vagrant Stick showed.

"You will get your ansvers soon, just make sure you watch the comercials every once and awhile," a grin appeared on VGU's face.

Outside again Ash was still curious, and stoped when he saw some showchase televisions, the program was finished and a commercial break occured. "Might as well try to figure out that guys riddle," he mumbled as he watched. First there was a commercial of the new Flighty Pocky that had hit the streets not too long ago. Then there was some public information from Kit's, about how they were an arms dealer, not some petty hardware shop. Ash then heard a fammiliar voice. It was....THE INFORMERCIAL MAN:

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Your aim is not accurate anough to hit a critical spot with a normal handgun?

Well the UDWS has the ansver for you!

With the new Explod-O-Glock You can compete with the big guys, even is you yourself is not one of them.

Combining the best aspects of the heavy axplotions from a bazooka shell and the concealability of a Glock, Explod-O-Glock is one of the greatest inventions ever created for the small man's use. If you got a bad aim, just fire and let the Splash-damage do the rest. No more need to be an living armory and no more need to depend on DotPlevices's -space tecnology.

But that is not all, for those of you who have an inner Ed in you we introduce Explod-O-Glock's big brother, Explod-O-Shot!

Now you can use Ed's favourite weapon, with Dom's favourite ammo. Just think about it, one shot from this baby will result in a room of flames in less than a second.

If you order the Explod-O-Glock and the Explod-O-Shot today we will throw in a free Execution axe and hood.
Call 055-5710-STICK

This has been an UDWS Infomercial

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Ash opened the bag he had recieved, in it he found everything the infomercial had mentioned(the axe and hood too), three spare clips of Explod-O-Glock ammo, three spare clips Explod-O-Shot ammo, one vial of DarkCPAE, one syringe of the StickStrengthSerum and a note:

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Dear customer, you have recieved the UDWS sample package.

We ask you not to try out the Explod-O ammo in any other gun other than those provided in this package.
The DarkCPAE has been extracted from 'n3kk1d Largo' and therefore do not have any effect of followers of Largo. Lago-fangirls however might begin exessive drooling if exposed to this DarkCPAE. The other DarkCPAE(Man Moeko, Pipecleaner Dom etc.) is avilable in our shops.
Also the SSS's effect on humans is still unknown, use with caution.

We hope you enjoy your chaos and hope to see you as a customer again.
And remember:
'You don't need to be wicked to use us, but it sure helps'
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Summary:

• VGU wants the 'splicing tube'
• Ash the Inquistor gets an UDWS sample package.
• UDWS infomercial is on all the major TV stations.
• The contents of the sample package is most of UDWS's unice 3DGear.
• UDWS 2DGear other than the SSS is not in the sample packages.
• The UDWS customer motto: 'You don't need to be wicked to use us, but it sure helps'
• Other pro Yuki(or just anti EM) characters can just drop by one of our shops to recieve the sample package, or to buy stuff.

[OOC]
UDWS's allegiance is not nessecarilly to the sticks, because if Hibiki decides to join in, he'll probably side with EM on this one(for those of you not following the stick war: SGHibiki is really scared of Mami )

This post has been edited by umhyuk on Sep 19 2004, 08:52 AM

They're Magical Ninja Jedi Catgirls


The battle did wear upon the forces of Nayuki-rin,
On the right flank, the bishounen did fearful slaughter upon the dread puchuu's
In the centre, they hoard was rolled back upon itself and Sour Candy did it's own kind of damage,
But the left flank did rapidly begin to deteriorate.

Smoke from deviously placed catnip bonfires did roll across the battlefeild,
When the catgirl commanders did realize the pourpose of the smoke,
They did dawn their ninja masks and pretend to fall back helplessly,
A request did come from the especially cute neko-girl commander,

Jubai smiled and gave the dreaded order,
For even he could not resist such sexy cuteness
"Send in Unit 00,"

And the mighty NEKO Unit 00 did rise from it's nap,
And the Unicorn mounted catgirls did form a line to make a charge
Unit 00 did land upon the hoard with a mighty roar
the catgirls did charge,
And the hoard was thrown back upon the left flank
With Unit 00 launching Pie and strawberry based weaponry into the horad,
even a hundred fleets of washing machines would take decades to clean so many plushies

Jubai saw and smiled, "They will be destroyed before they ever attack EM."
Jubai did consider for a moment,
"Unless I do get board with war."

[OCC:] Just checking, let me know if I'm wrong.
Pro-Yuki group: Markinson, Seth, Eladio, Beowulf, Aree[/OCC}

“The name's Beowulf and I'm a freelance mercenary who happens to support Yuki." Said the new member of the Pro-Yuki team.

“Excellent, our little group is expanding bit by bit” exclaimed Eladio.

Eladio walked over to where Markinson was, looking at AC as her leg began being dragged into the crossplayer. "Yeah.. I mean, damn, what a way to go. Poor AC."

Markinson looked over, "Poor AC? Poor crossplayer! Do you have any idea how long it takes to get bloodstains out of a schoolgirl Rei Ayanami costume?"

Eladio chuckled as AC struggled to free herself and managed to as she then fell over backwards, landing firmly on her rear.

She winced, and looked up to see the two figures looming over her.

"Uhhh, hi?"

“Hello” said Markinson as Eladio and Seth drew out their onsen rifles pointed directly at AC. Aree and Beowulf also drew their weapons just in case of tricks.

“The way I see it, you have two choices” said Seth.

“Join us or you and that crossplayer will have a lot more in common.” Finished Eladio.

[ooc: Now, before I continue with Fox at EM, I must do something entirely stupid for which I offer no apology. Today, you see, is September 19th.]

"Yarr," came a grating, unearthly voice from atop a one of the few unscathed buildings in the area of the rampage, "Roll out them thar Soft Cannons!"

The door to the roof opened, and with much rattling of dried bones and gaudy plundered jewelry, a crew of skeletons in ragged pirate garb hauled several long, cloth-covered objects to the edge of the roof. With a flourish, the captain pulled the cover off one of the objects, revealing what appeared to be an antique naval cannon.... that looked slightly fuzzy.

"Now, ye boneheads," he bellowed, "Ye know yer ammo loads. Find yerself some targets an' send 'em to Davey Jones's Locker!"

"Aye!" the skeletal crew roared in response, and rattled towards the piles of strange ammunition: High Kawaii Explosives; Stick Gas; pies of assorted shapes, sizes, and flavors; small shards of continuity; and other very absurd things that only Megatokyo fans would consider using as ammunition.

"But, Cap'n," one of the pirates spoke up, poking one of the cannons with a bony finger. The cannon was indeed soft, as his finger pressed into its surface. "Shouldn't we be usin' the Non-Cannons fer this'n?"

"Avast, how long'll it be before ye get that through yer thick skull? I'm the captain here, I give the orders! An' beside, how would ye fire somethin' that be not a cannon?!"

"Arr, hadn't thought 'o that..." the pirate rattled.

"Ye see, that be why I'm captain! Now, FIRE!"

With a series of *BOMPH*ing sounds, the cannons lurched backwards, sending a volley of very odd ordnance indiscriminately into the fray below.

[ooc: The pirates are back, arr!]

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[EM Headquarters: Special Projects]

I really need to finish the Shadow Snap Field generators, Fox thought. Still too many bugs with it, though...

Fox gradually regained his composure as Hiashi made his offer. Setting the tube of goo into a slot on one of the splicing tubes, he made a few adjustments to the equipment before turning to face the ex-CoM member.

"What are you working on?" Hiashi asked, as Fox finished up.

"Call it a precaution. I'm well aware of what those Puchuu are capable of. I just hope it doesn't come to this... splicing is not a pleasant business," Fox said. "Now, you make an interesting offer. And I think you'll find that quite a few others are thinking like you. There hasn't been a rampage in a while, and I'm glad to see that people are seeing our side of things for a change. Hamster does good work. Now, follow me."

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[EM Headquarters: Main Conference Room]

Fox looked over the assembled group. Many of them had been discovered snooping around the EM campus by detachments of Errant Knights on patrol. Under ordinary circumstances, they probably would have been thrown out with a stern warning, but under circumstances like these it was probably better to keep them here, where he could keep an eye on them.

Amongst the group were some familiar faces - Vortigen of the KFH, the lampost-wielding Cardinal Option Chihiro of the Temple of Ping (who seemed entirely unfazed by his flaming pants - though others gave him a wide berth). There were also several newcomers who seemed interested in joining forces with Erika Multinational and whom would probably be evaluated for positions when this was over. Channels to the Temple of Ping and the FGTL had also been opened, and holograms of Caralinda and Lazy floated above the table. Finally, there were two young knights, followers of Pirogoeth, whom he didn't recognize.

Someone had also managed to track down Anthony Kane, EM's new security chief, but there had been no word from Lukkai or the Rangers. Fox hoped this meant theywere already out doing what they did best.

"I wish you could all be here under better circumstances, but it's usually only times like this when it's necessary," Fox began. "However, I'm glad you all understand our position. There is still not a clear picture of what has happened as of late, and thus we're hesitant to take offensive action at this time. However, in the likely event that our hand is forced by the attackers, we need to be ready."

"Puchuus are no ordinary enemy - even trained troops have extreme difficulty engaging them due to their extreme cuteness. I suspect many of you will not have that difficulty. The "Onsen Rifle" technology they have been employing appears quite dangerous, and if possible, we would like some samples captured for study and to see if a remedy is possible. Finally, at least one Vagrant General has been sighted in the battle. Be prepared for anything."

"We can provide you with equipment if you need it... however we would prefer if it were returned or paid for. Now, anyone with more specific needs will have to talk with me privately," Fox concluded, eyeing the Cardinal cautiously. He wasn't quite sure whose side the Pingite was on this time.

"Ehh...."

AC stared at the guns pointed at her, considering her options. While the plot device she'd written for her bokken had worn off, probably due to poor construction, the rest seemed in place. Particularly, the enhancement of any anime laws that would apply to her.

She made some quick mental calculations. She had a few in her favor, including the infamous unwritten rule of swords versus guns... Not as many as ideal, but probably enough.

She tightened her grip on her bokken, then without warning attacked, aiming to cut apart the guns pointed at her before they had a chance to fire.

End of Verse

Jubai stepped out of verse mode for a moment to look at the war.

"I'd say it's working quite nice-"

FWABOOSH!

For an instant, Jubai saw what looked like a giant WoK crossplaying as BGmaster Plushie, glasses, trenchcoat and all. He blinked and suddenly his army was gone.

He knew what'd happpened, the combination of Verse Power, Cute, Bishi, and Crossover Anime had ripped a hole in the Idio-continueum. His army was probebly now stuck in some kind of magical candy world where the only battles it would fight were humorus romantic ones.

"Oi," Jubai sat down, "Not even a Magical Ninja Jedi Catgirl left. poohy....."

Just then Lee came up the hill in a Magical Ninja Jedi Catgirl cossplay,

Jubai: ......

Lee: Come on, enough Epic Poetry for you, back to the Temple, we'll get you some nice strawberry pie. *leads Jubai off*

[ooc] First time participating in a role-play, if I do something stupid, just tell me and i'll back off. Note my character is supposed to be new to the city[/ooc]

As ryudo walked along knowing that he would finally arrive in Megatokyo today he heard what had to be the oddest noise he had ever heard, "PuPupupupu PuPupupupupu" Deciding to investigate he straped on his katana and waisikashi and headed towards the city.

As ryudo burst through the trees and onto a bridge leading into the city he saw a largoist npc running away from something, then suddenly the largoist was hit by some sort of beam, and in a flash of light was transformed into a woman! What in the name of her dark majesty is going on here!? This is serious, I'd better get into town and find out what's going on. Ryudo decided that he should head for the ruins of CoM. He thought maybe he could find some mihoists that could tell him what was going on, but just as he headed off in that direction he was stopped by about 5 or so small plush cute things wielding rifles.

"As cute as you guys are", referring to the Puchus now having realized what they were, "you are sick an twisted, and not in the good way. And in the name of the dark goddess I shall wipe you from the face of this great city!" With that in the course of about a second in one of those fast-slash sequences ryudo brandished his waisakashi and cut the puchus to ribbons. Leaving neat piles of still plushing flesh in his wake.

Wiping his sword on his cloak; Ryudo said to himself, "Damn, whatever's going on I really need to figure it out before I end up like that largoist! I'd better find Shiri and fast! With that decided ryudo set off in search of his friend Shiri in hopes that he could explain what was going on in Megatokyo.

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Summary/[ooc]
my character is a former sephiroth (I know I spelled it wrong, I never seem to get it right) fan-boy. He was inspired by the royal badassery of his hero that he decided to learn swordsmanship. Along the way he was introduced to megatokyo by a friend, he soon found a love for the character of miho, and decided that once his training was complete he would go to the city. He carries a katana like sephinroth's with a purple sheen along the edge of the blade. This is straped to his back at most times. His side-arm is a waisakasi, whose's seath is attached to his belt. He wears a black cloak or trenchcoat. Baggy pants, and has black hair with purple highlights. All combat for him is a way of proving himself to miho.

Summary: Ryudo shows up in megatokyo, sees a largoist get hit by one of the gender-guns. Decides to go to the ruins of the CoM, along the way gets stoped by some of the puchus and shreds them. Decides to go find out what's going on from his friend Shiri.

This post has been edited by ryudo8765 on Sep 19 2004, 01:08 PM

"I see you don't need any help there, Zeth," came an old remembered voice. "Been a while, Zeth; I see you're a rogue now yourself? LDG just can't really take the place of the old Church, can it?"

Zeth turned to see an old fellow Mihoist, walking throught the purple-blood-soaked street to her. "Hey, hello Cryshalo. Being a freelancer doesn't seem to be too agreeable with you."

Cryshalo gave a little gallic shrug, as there wasn't much he could as far as that situation went. His old Desert Eagle holster now held an FN49, slung over his shoulder was a kitted out shotgun, a purchase that had cut deeply into his food bill for the last few months. His clothes were tattered and worn and there were bags under his eyes, all speaking to the paucity of work for ex-Mihoist agents. "Well that's true, I'm afraid. But my skills haven't dulled, if you need someone on your wing?"

[OOC: written late at night, excuse the lameness; just didn't think it was fair that no one seemed to be playing with poor Zethy]

[OOC: Alright, stop the madness for a minute.

I know it's a bit late to be whining about something that happened back on page 3, but I was busy most of yesterday, and didn't see this until today.

Ph33r, I thought I made the message clear on AIM. I did NOT, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, want you to continue through with that idiotic idea. I hated it since you concieved it as an idea for a parody piece, let alone an RP, and I'm quite sure I told you as much. You did not ask me permission to use my character in such a way, and I am quite thoroughly ticked.

Comedy is one thing. Violating author-permission and author-respect is another.

I am willing to overlook this one and roll with the punches; besides, I've got puchuus to extract vengeance against for hurting WoK. But, for future reference, please do not use Damion without first consulting me and getting my permission via PMs or AIM, okay?

No hard feelings. Just check with me first next time.]

'Heh, she fell for it,' thought Eladio as he too knew the anime law of sword & guns, being a sword master himself, thou he realized that this onsen rifle is pretty cool. As AC charged, Eladio, in what appeared to be a blur, tossed his rifle to Markinson, and parried AC's attack with his V-blade.

"Must admit that you have some skill" said Eladio pushing AC back till she hopped backwards in a cool fighting stance.

“Wait, Eladio” said Markinson giving the rifle back to the Vagrant. “This is still my battle” he said walking toward AC.

[ooc: Heh. Sorry, 'twas all in good fun. Now... on with the insanity.]

The chaotician simply grinned at AC, pulling his blade... only for the blade to become a cutlass. "Yarrr, ye scurvy seadog! Look at'che standin' there with a pretty stick, thinkin ye' can defeat ol' Greycoats Markinson! I challenge ye to a fight the good ol' fashioned pirate way!"

AC blinked. What the he- whatever. "Oh? And what way would that be?"

Markinson just grinned. "Right 'n' dirty! Feel th' wrath of m' non-cannon, lass!" And then... they stood there. And stood there. And stood there some more.

The mamiist was the first to speak. "Uhm... nothing's happening."

Markinson glanced over, an eyepatch appearing over his eye with the Necrowombicon symbol on it. "YARRR! Of course nothin' be happenin'! It's a non-cannon, ye daft man!"

AC just blinked. Man, this guy was massively strange.

When Ash had left the room, VGU called on one of the VagrantGuys(VGs), whom previously had been in the room, over the intercom "Captain Shura, I need you here."

Not long after the VG entered the room. With a stick bearded axe slung over his shoulder, and a couple of the same, just shorter, were straped on his sides, "Shees, Shura, won't you change to a Explod-O weapon allready? In ranged combat those axes by your side will be useless."

He just shruged, "What do you know about the heat of combat anyway? As long as my axes serve me in their purpose, I'll keep them. Besides the rest of my tem have both the EOGlock and the EOShot, so I really don't see any reason to carry another of those."

VGU was slightly annoyed, but Shura was the most efficient of the VGs, so he guessed that Shura should be allowed to do as he saw fit for his team, "How long will it take for you and three VG teams to get ready for some guerrillia combat?"

"Pretty much instantly," he ansvered.

"Good, I want you to hammer EM as much as possible without showing yourself. There is no need to inflict actual damage as long as you can make EM waste money on puting up needless defences. If you see a hole in their defences, you kindly remind them to cover it up in the most expensive way by striking through it and then pulling out."

"Doctor, what about that Inquistor?"

"Oh he will be doing stuff on his own. Ddon't worry about him, he should be able to do what I want him to wether you mess around EM or not," with that he dismissed Shura, "So what do you think Vani?" he turned around to a now visible Stick Gal that had apparently been hiding in the few shadows in the room.

"Shura will be able to do it, he is the best on creating the greatest effect with the lest resources. That flesh ball however I don't trust at all," being more of an oldchool RP stick(or having the same mindsett as your average U.S. stick), 3D was not something to be trusted in the way VGU did.

Summary

• VGShura, a VG captain, appears and is to take three VG teams(that's 3*5 VGs)on a mission.
• Sexy Gal Vani(SGV or Vani), VGU's secretary and bodyguard, appears.

[OOC]
Well since VGU is just your weak(in terms of combat tecniques and aim) mad scientist, he needs:
1) A body guard should he be attacked personally.
2) Someone to enable the author to do some fighting.

And Now For Something Completeley Different:

Yarrr, ye lubbers all co'er in fear now that Cap'n Mack Miho t' Dead sails t' se'en seas a'ain.

"Nanashi take her east, me smell souls in t' lands o' Kuith," she says to t' Jack o' Cups, whom t' rest o' t' crew just calls T' Unnamed. Cap'n Piro t' an'sty and his Jack o' Cups, Piro'oeth t' fair, be maste's o t' eastern lands lon' enou'h, and Cap'n Largo grogsmartly, whom she have put on t' run some time ago, be closin' in on t' eastern lands himself. This be t' perfect opportunity t' place the black spot on them both.

"Hoist t' sails, we be off East, t' plunder Kuith!"
[/OOC Ye be carefull o' what ye lubbers say in Pirate'oeth the bri'ht lass's presence. Ye not carefull, ye be at Davy Jones in an instant.]

((*snickers* Just had to do something for talk like a pirate day, hm?))


Shaking off the confusion induced by the man's nonsensical pirate chatter, AC figured there was no point in just standing around trying to figure out what on earth he was talking about.

Without warning she charged forward to attack again, hoping to catch him off guard as he explained away his 'non-cannon'-thing.

Tired of this time waste, Beowulf reached under his coat and pulled out a large custom pistol. He slunk behind AC and put his arm around her throat. He positioned himself so that he had a secure grip but would be able to avoid and attempts the girl could make to free herself. With his other hand, he pressed the gun into her temple.
"I would seriously suggest you drop your weapon and reconsider your actions. I do not have time for your foolish antics. Now I am going to slowly pull the trigger until you drop that weapon and NICELY apologize for interupting our conversation."
Beowulf slowly pulled the trigger on his long, silver pistol.

Heh, a headlock? AC thought. You've gotta be kidding me, and only one arm, too... She took one hand off her bokken, but didn't let it go. Instead, she crouched slightly, tensing her legs, and grabbed the man's arm with her free hand.

At once, she leaned forward with all her strength, tugging on the man's arm and twisting her body to get loose. She also swung her bokken with her other hand, smacking it into the hand holding the gun. Altogether, it took only a few seconds, but she had freed herself.

AC took a few quick steps to back out of the way, turning.

"You know, if you're gonna headlock me, make sure there's no way I can pry you off. One arm around the neck just doesn't cut it," she said. "And speaking of interrupting, I happened to have been in the middle of a fight..."


((On a side note, I'm quite used to finding ways to get out of headlocks- one of my friends favors using them when we're sparring, and he's *strong*. I have trouble breaking free when he's just using one arm, let alone both. But most people aren't anywhere near that strong, so nyah. ))

Markinson struck a pose, blade held by his side. "YARR, matey! Go find yer own cosplayer t' hash out a di'pute wi'. This one be mine, arr!" And, with that, a pirate's hat materialized on his head, the 'wombic symbol prominently displayed on the brim.

AC only rolled her eyes.

"Now, little lass, let us see if you can fight like a true pirate!" And with that, Markinson charged, cutlass extended... only for, at the last second, him to throw the blade aside and duck under AC's weapon as she went to parry the strike, hurling a bolt of necrowombic energy at her.

"Yarr! Feel th' wrath o' m' non-canons!"

Kyle looked at the array of EM weaponry that lay before him. Kely looked with worry at her brother, and stopped him before he could take the item on the table labeled "The Redeemer". She did let him grab one item called the "Lightening cannon" figuring it was a battle, and he had only studied magic enough to play pranks, not fight battles.

Outside, Kyle was too happy about getting his new "Toy" to realize the abilities of the thing. whipped it around every which way once Kely and he had climbed on top of the wall. Unfortunately for EM, he didn't have the safety on. His finger slipped over the trigger, and a beam lanced out from the device. The shot sunk into the concrete, hitting only one thing: a hot water pipe that fed all of EM compound.

Hot water, luckily, doesn't do much to EM. Their expiriments are relatively water free, and the only thing that it was really doing at this point in time was warming sinks of people washing their hands. The result for Kyle made this task a bit more interesting. The initial burst of water was large, like a geyser, it shot up out of the ground, arcing halfway accross the city. After that it slowed, creating just an arc that covered the main enterance of the EM compound.

Kely took Kyle's gun away, and called up the leader for their sector. "Yes, that water-main break... charge it to Kyle Dunnham. no, the knights are not responsible for the idiocy this time..."

Kyle just sighed.

[The burst results]

None would have thought it was possible... but the water that initially burst out of the pipes crashed down right on top of the semi-frazzled Cosplayer, AC. It did relatively little, other than soak her, a bit, and make her hate whoever did this, and swear revenge in drycleaning bills. Unfortunately, for Markinson and his followers, the crossplayers that were nearbye got hit with this water.

Onsenrifle technology uses Jusenkyo magitechnology to change its victims. Juusenkyo, as most know, is reverted with something simple: Hot water. The crossplayers reverted to their citizen and puuchu forms, and realized the effect the water had. As did the people at EM, and the Yuki-terror action squad.

Summary:

Kyle breaks a water pipe at EM HQ, and removes the curses of the Crossplaying hoarde. He is sad, as he will be paying for damages.

Beowulf held out his hand and the gun flew into it. Planting his hands on the ground, he launched him self upward, landing on his feet with practiced ease. He holstered it under his jacket, jsut above his left thigh. He turned, his coat swirling out. He pulled the rifle off his back and snapped a different colored clip into it.
"Seth, Eladio, I need to get to the frontlines of this war. Your friend appears to be able to hold his own. Do you think we three could storm the front of the base? It'd be the last thing they expect, plus our small numberss would attract the least attention."
Beowulf reached under his coat and pulled out two items, a vial and a communicator. He tossed them both to Markinson.
"If she proves to be a challenge, drink that vial after you win to restore your physicality. If you need me for anything else, call me on that communicator."
Beowulf, seeing the wet cosplayer lobbed a plasma grenade into their midst, vaporizing them.
"It's for their own good, and mine as well."

This post has been edited by Revan on Sep 19 2004, 06:25 PM

Dao watched what was going on amusingly.

"Heh, this is so much fun to watch! Miho-sama was right, it's better to watch then get in on the action!"

That's when a dirty thought came across Dao's mind....

[ooc] Oh, the randomness! [/ooc]

[ooc] Vaporized whom? The wet cosplayer is AC and I doubt her and Markinson are so easily dispatched. [/ooc]

Seth's radio bleeped again. "Uh, sir? It seems as though the entire Nayuki supporter army, along with a good portion of our Puchuu forces here has... completely vanished."

"Interesting. Well, keep a watch for any sudden emergence of them, and send some of the Puchuus up to the EM front. We'll be needing them soon."

The errant Yukifan addressed Markinson's allies as he lifted himself off the ground. "Do you think we three could storm the front of the base? It'd be the last thing they expect, plus our small numberss would attract the least attention."

Seth blinked. "Storm the front of EM? This is a rampage, and that's going to be the most expected course of action. I don't know a whole lot about the EM complex layout or defenses, but I'd imagine we'll find a lot of automated systems and heavily armed guards. I don't recommend having three people march through the front gates. I suppose we could try and disguise ourselves as Erika supporters, but I'd be skeptical of that working."

The Mamiist surveyed the surroundings. Beowulf started to speak but Seth cut him off as he continued. "They'll no doubt have realized it's possible to revert the effects of the onsen rifle by now. Those won't be particularly useful in standoffs or slow campaigns (or as disguises anymore). On the other hand, in a chaotic situation, there wouldn't be time to counteract the effects and more chaos would result."

Eladio scoffed, creating a small whirlwind with his V-blade. "Chaos isn't hard to come by, and automated defenses aren't much of a problem."

Seth shrugged. "Not really, but embracing both problems solves them. If we launch an attack on EM with the Puchuu horde - it doesn't seem like we have to worry about our flank anymore, either - they can occupy the defenses. Since they'll expect an attack on the front by the horde, they'll respond to that in full force, and we can use that as a distraction to enter the compound elsewhere. Use of the onsen rifle by both the horde and us once inside the compound would make things more even hectic, and thus easier for us. We'd only have to worry about Erika and those acting as her personal bodyguards."

The Mamiist paused to ponder some more, striking a pose that, due to the laws of sidekicks, wasn't as cool or evil as Markinson's. I wonder if onsen rifles work on Main Characters...

Dao stood, grinning an ecchi grin, as Shiri passed by. The dark monk took one glance and smacked the EDS upside the head before going on into the lounge.

"Hentai baka..." was all he said in explanation.

He hopped over the back on the couch and streched out. With one hand he took some DVD's from the endtable and, browsing through them for a moment, selected three that would occupy his time for, well, some time.

With the High Priestess out, there wasn't really anything else to do anyway. A few moments later, an easily recognizable theme began playing...

And thus was Shiri's way of spending a rampage: Watching all the Godfather movies.

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OOC: Actually done that too. It was fun. Eccentric, but fun.

(OoC: What is an onsen rifle?)
Beowulf faced the battlegrounds, an unseen wind blowing his hair and trenchcoat, making him seem dark and mysterious. He pulled out a palm computer and began to work on it. Within minutes he had pulled up a schematic of the EM headquarters. He circled certain key points around the base of the building and one at the top of a taller portion of the base. He showed these schematics to the other two.
"There are key structural weaknesses around the base of the outer perimeter. A barrage would weaken these points allowing for larger forces to move it. However, there is a system of large ventilation shafts on this tower. If we could get into them, we could virtually bypass all their main security forces, leaving this to a more cloak and dagger approach. We could strike them at the heart."
Beowulf passionately exclaimed, he then straightened himself up and spoke once more in a calm manner.
"This is, of course, just my idea. What do you all think?"

OOC: Onsen rifle is what Markinson pulled in to this thread earlier, it fires Juusenkyo water at a person, that turns them into a crossplayer.

other info: EM is a series of a little more than a dozen buildings, situated around a small mountain, not one building. Also, they have a permit for un-conventional buildings, thus their building designs are top secret. To get them you would need to break in and hack them, as they are not internet connected. There's also the problem that the perimiter is a 12 foot wall, which is currently guarded to the teeth after Markinson's announcement.

I know because I had to guard them at one point in the stick war.

((Tsk, hot water generally doesn't require dry cleaning, but it can have other effects...))


AC sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blast of necrowombic energy, only to be suddenly doused in rather hot water.

"...."

She looked in the general direction the water had come from, seeing if she could spot the perpetrator.

"..."

"....this outfit is made from cotton you baka!" she hollared. "If it shrink you're replacing it!!"

OoC: Sonuva bitch, Okay, jsut read my last post as 'go in with guns a blazin'

IC: Beowulf moved towards the front liens of the building, leaving the other three behind to fend for themselves. If they needed him they would call. Beowulf climbed onto a roof and began to travel towards the catgirl battallion as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. He reslung the rifle across his back and began to look for a good challenge, drawing his pistol and firing at stragglers from the EM army.
"God, this hunt is so trivial, I need a worthy foe."
beowulf lit a cigraette and began to smoke it as he went closer to EM headqurters.

This post has been edited by Revan on Sep 19 2004, 08:46 PM

*Edit* Fox isn't anyplace near the splice tube, nor are the pirates. Whoops. Delaying this post until such time as more characters are in places where I can make jokes about them. */edit*

In the meantime, here's Filler.

Ash: You're so too lazy to come up with filler.

Bozocat: It's not my fault, it's late and the cute Jedi girl is getting away!

Ash: *sighs, hangs in limbo*

This post has been edited by BozoCat on Sep 19 2004, 09:59 PM

Opt took no note of Fox's suspicion, as indeed, there was nothing suspicious about Pingfans or their activities. That his pants were demonstrably both flammable and inflammable had slipped his mind for the moment, but this didn't deter him from speaking with Fox afterward.

"I'm not here to fight. I bear a message to Miss Hayasaka from the Made Princess."

"This isn't the best of times, Opt. Can it wait?"

"Sorry, Fox, it's too important. I've got six words Ping-chan wants Hayasaka-san to hear as soon as is humanly possible."

"You do realize that your pants are on fire?"

The Cardinal blinked. "Ah, so they are. I really should see to that first, shouldn't I? Excuse me."
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There is a type of subterfuge that is negatively effective when one's pants are in the process of conflagrating.

What Opt had in mind was not that type of stealth.

Once conveniently sequestered in a nearby men's room, he wasted no time in knocking open an access to the ventilation ducts, by which he intended to access the upper offices. As with most ductwork, it was very linear, and he noted many turns - to the right, not to the left - before realizing that the ductwork had no vertically running appertures, that he had in fact been travelling in circles, and - the most frightening point of all - that these ducts were not held together with tape.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, "They must have devised a magitech ductwork that freshens and circulates air without taking in from the exterior or employing a mechanical central HVAC unit! But more importantly, how do these ducts hold themselves together without tape?"

A sudden groaning as the ducts gave way beneath him answered that question.
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[tag], anyone.

As Markinson and AC fought Sabin landed silently on a nearby roof. He watched them just long enough to watch AC get drenched in water.

"That weapon is evil" Zan said bluntly.

"Ya think" Answered Sabin.

As Markinson stood looking at AC five Kunai struck the ground infront of him.

Sabin apeared infront of AC in the standard Jujitsu stance.

"Why do you people always have to pick on women?" Sabin asked, grasping three shurken with his left hand.

It seemed there were quite a few violent people here. But it would still be nothing for Sabin to deal with.

"AC... wet is not a good look for you" Sabin commented, never looking back at AC.

"...."

AC was getting annoyed. Very annoyed.

"Puchuus are fine. Bad crossplayers I can deal with. Wet clothes are uncomfortable, but they'll dry. But would everyone please just stop. interefing. with. my. FIGHT?!?"

With that she wound up and swung her bokken like a baseball bat at Sabin. A loud crack was heard as the meddler was sent flying well out of the way due to the unstoppable force of feminine outrage. AC then glared evilly around to discourage any other would-be meddlers, then turned back to her opponent.

"Now, shall we continue?" she asked sweetly.

"Now, shall we continue?" AC said just as she felt someone blow on her ear.

"Why did you try and hit me?" Came Sabin's familiar voice. AC glanced to the side to see a quasy-Sabin shaped glob of mud deforming where she thought Sabin had landed.

"Last time I checked I was here to help. But have it your way... when you get your butt kicked I'll just end up saving you anyway" Sabin said and he was gone.

"She's rude. I don't like her" Zan said as Sabin reappeared on the rooftop.

"I know. See what thanks I get for trying to help" Sabin said, sitting down to watch the battle.

"I'm sure the whipping she's about to get will change her mind though" He added.

Markinson just blinked as the latest interloper found himself in the stratosphere. "AC... kowai desu..." And then he returned to his senses, grabbing his cutlass. "Yar, lass, ye know I can only do this for a li'l while longer before I hafta go back to me regularly scheduled pillaging, aye?"

AC tried to make sense of the Pirate-talk, and failed badly. "Uhm... what?"

The eyepatch and hat vanished for a moment, and Markinson took up a relaxed stance, "In a few minutes I'll have to go back to attacking EM because my author said so."

"Author, eh?" AC looked over at the fourth wall.

Markinson-author just blinked. "Oh snot."

<Censored for gratuitous violence>

Markinson-author went off to find an EMS unit, while Markinson himself just blinked. "Yar, lass, that isnae fair, beating on m' perfectly innocent author! En garde!" And the battle was joined, cutlass whacking against bokken as the two fought for no reason at all.

This, of course, was a rampage.

Meaning there was no reason for the violence other than the fact that Yuki'd been hurt and a certain badly-injured author didnt like that.

Tokyo Tower.

No, you fools, look higher. Do you really think anything interesting is going to happen on the observation deck?

Tokyo Tower, then. The very peak, from which all could be seen, or in some cases... heard.

"Otomi, what the hell is going on up there?"

"Shut up, Point. I'm trying to listen. The duel between Markinson and the cosplayer is getting really interesting."

"So interesting you can't talk about it? Come on, now, just talk to me."

"It's a sword duel, dumbass! It's an intricate art of blademastery and cutting wit! I can't... holy crap, she got good loft on that one!"

"What, Markinson went down?"

"No, Sabin went up. Feminine outrage hit, two or three thousand feet easily."

"Wow."

"You said it. Now, shut up so I can hear what they're saying..."

I looked over at Cryshalo and smiled briefly. "A little help wouldn't hurt. I'm not really trying to swing this either way- it probably won't make much difference in the end- but these things are getting underfoot and are distinctly irritating." I kicked a puchuu corpse as punctuation.

I think they're funny.

"...Miresylle, shut up. I can lend you some money for some food if you need it," I added. "No problem, really."

"I don't want to take your money, Zeth," smiled Cryshalo wryly. "Life is meant to be a struggle. That's half the fun, the downs as much as the high."

Before Zeth could reply, one of the fallen puchuus began to stir. Cryshalo frowned and unslung his shotgun. As the puchuu began to claw about for it's Onsen Rifle, both Cryshalo and Zeth approached it. "Definately irritating," asserted Zeth as Crys affixed a bayonet to the end of his shotgun, on an underslung rail, between two taclights.

"Be wary of their weapons," warned Cryshalo. "They're creepy, turn the men to women and the women to rotund male cosplayers." The puchuu squeaked as the coup de grace was administered.

Zeth began to say something but paused and glared at Miresylle. "Shut up, I said!"

"So where to, Zeth? Seems to me the fighting is everywhere."

Aree blinked, watching the fight with little interest. Crossplays now filled the city... and it was scary. Twitching at her lack of important in this fight, she asked the Author lady what she should do.

"Ummm.... Glomp someone mistaking them for Andy?"

"I did that already."

"Well, there goes all my witty ideas. How about you get a concussion?"

"No."

"Fine. Go blow stuff it."

"YES MA'AM~!" Aree shouted happily, and then, the head nurse of the UFL decided to blow up things using exploding Negimania Vol. 4 DVDs.

A van aproached the battle area with the FGTL logo on it, Lazy got out.

"Ok guys, time to go to work!"

He pulled the back doors open, and hundreds of Chibi Largos dressed in cute combate grear flooded out and headed strighttoward the Puchuu's.

"LLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And there was pain.

Andy averted his eyesand pulled out a bottle of JD's.

"Hey! You know I don't like it when did you drink!" a voice said behind him

"Oh sor-ry! I-" he turned and faced Aree.

"A-Ah-gomen!"

"What are youn doing here!?"

"Erm, realesing the Largos into the wild? You?"

[After the Meeting with Fox]

Anthony had remained silient thorughout most of the meeting. His eyes seemed distant and detached as if he was day dreaming. It was not that Fox's words bored him, it was simply his way. He was quiet by nature, and often listened and didn't say much.

As the meeting broke Anthony rose and followed behind Fox. It was certainly going to be an interesting first day on the job. He minded his own business while Fox and one of the Pingites (ie Opt) discussed something.

After they had finished their discussion Anthony said, "Sorry for not contributing more to the discussion but you seemed to have everything in hand, sir. I would also like to apologize for not finding you sooner, I did receive the message, but we were busy locking down the compound."

"I believe that the compound is as secure as it can be given the circumstances. My question is, do we have a plan for if they break through?" asked Kane.

He paused for a moment and then said, "Sir... I would also like to request that we send out a team and attempt to capture one of the enemy. If we can at least get some idea of what we're fighting... I know it sounds risky but, its better than not doing anything. Its up to you though, you're the on calling the shots."

[Hope I got everything right: Tag Fox]

Seth yawned. Markinson was enjoying himself, it seemed, but was taking far too long to deal with the cosplayer. He turned to Eladio. "Seems they might be a while longer. I'm going to try and get some useful Intel on EM's base. I doubt I'll be able to get in, but even an idea of outer defenses should be useful."

The Vagrant grinned mischievously. "Need help?"

"You can try and case the compound too, and a second opinion is always useful. If we're together it makes it easier to spot us, though. Besides, I have the advantage of not being well known. If they catch me, I can pretend to be supporting them. That might even get me inside." Seth grinned back. "And should you be nearby if that happens, I might be able to open their defenses from the inside for you."

The Mamiist slid his halberd onto his back and shouldered the onsen rifle. He nodded to the General and, pulling up his hood, began to run towards EM. After a couple blocks travel, his radio bleeped for his attention. "Sir, some Stick Faction is offering small amounts of arms and some other gear to those fighting against EM. We picked up a set on your behalf, and have it here at Point Iota if you want."

Seth slowed to a walk, pondering for a moment. Extra weapons would be helpful in the worse case scenario. Those at EM would also probably misgauge my abilities if I was armed to the teeth with guns. That could be useful in a number of situations.

He detoured to the mobile point to grab the sample package. As an afterthought, he turned off the bleeping alert on the radio, opting for a more silent vibrating alert and turned down the volume on the voice relay.

[ooc] Oh, noes! They're splitting up!

I think the command points are becoming a personal plot device. Is anyone going to try and deal with them? Or make use of them? [/ooc]

Ameryll had finally convinced the war unicorn Jubai had lent her to let her ride it again. Now, she was riding through the streets, attempting to do something useful to stop the fighting. Unfortunately for Ameryll, she didn't really grasp the way the Megatokyo universe worked. She might be a Jedi, but she wasn't a main character, and thus she had little influence on the events at hand.

A couple of puuchus came at her, swinging their...(what did Markinson call them? evil apendages? Has he copyrighted the term yet? anyway...) swinging their things that were kind of like arms at Ameryll.

Ameryll waved her hand and said gently, "You want to go home and rethink your life," trying to mimic Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The puuchu stopped and looked sadly at her, it was almost too cute for her to stand, "But I don't have a home!" It began crying and flailing it's arms at Ameryll. The unicorn reared and hopped out of the way, taking Ameryll with it. The puuchu's tempermental blows landed on a poor cosplayer who was dancing around in a school-girl outfit.

Let's try this once more, Ameryll thought to herself. Glider shook his head as Ameryll guided the unicorn over to a group of cosplayers. "You want to go home and rethink your life," she said once again.

"I want to go home and rethink my life..." one repeated. Ameryll smiled slightly until the cosplayer began to frown. "But...I don't have a life!" He pulled at his dress, which happened to be a nurse's outfit and a very scant nurse's outfit at that. "I just have this dress, and my costume, and I..." Now the cosplayer began to cry. Ameryll wrinkled up her nose as the cosplayer walked closer to her. He stinks. She was so distracted by the cosplayer's stink, that when the unicorn shied away, Ameryll fell flat on her ass.

Before she knew it, she was being hugged by the cosplayer, and he was bawling into her shoulder about how no one loved him. The unicorn and Glider stood a few paces off, unable to watch. Cosplay may be love...but this is clearly of the darkside!

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Summary: More silly...because I can

Ameryll: I don't use mind tricks! Stop writing me out of character!
Ameryll-author: But it's so much fun!

[bit naff for a first RP post but, points for trying ]

The Puchu crawled along the cramped tunnels of the ventilation shaft, sweat drenching its headband, as it advanced along, the light from a torch its only guide.
It, and some others, had recieved a tipoff that there was a secret entryway into the Erika multinational building, a way that potentially led to the CEO's office.
It was an opportunity too good to miss.
That had been what seemed now an eternity ago. Now out of all of his squad he was the sole sirvivor.
It vowed to complete the mision, for its friends, and for the cute one.
The puchuu, stopped outside of a ventilation hatch and consulted a map. According to it this shaft opened into an old abandoned office, just a few levels above the CEOs office. The puchu smiled and, producing a screwdriver, started to unscrew the hatch off.
After taking the final screw out it quietly, quietly popped the hatch off and placed it to one side. The puchu slowly glanced around.
the room seemed to be a disused office, with a desk and chair opposite him. boxes filed the room, the window to the puchus right supplying the only light, in an otherwise dark and shadowed room.
taking a last glance the puchu dropped a rope and climbed down.
As he landed he failed to notice a large shadow move towards him at high velocity....

"puchuu -" WHAM! thud.

The lights turned on to reveal a man, in his late 20's, with dark blond hair and goatee, looking down at a large shovel which he had just smacked into the ground where the puchu had been. looking through his glasses he lifted the shovel and pulled a face when he confirmd he'd hit his target.

After scrapeing the remains into a bin he dialled a number on a telephone on the desk.
"Hello? yes, this is Macloud speaking...yes...just started today....look could you get pest control up here, i think we've got rat infestation...."

[OOC: Macloud, since we're both part of EM I'm going to play off you a bit. PM me if this isn't cool]

Anthony stood there waiting to hear Fox's opinion on the matter when his radio buzzed. He unclipped the speaker and held to his ear while pressing the listen button:

Insert Quote here.

Pressing the talk button Anthony replied, "This is Kane. I copy that message. Will proceed to Executive office immediately."

Looking over at Fox, Anthony said, "Look, think it over. There's a situtation in Erika's office, I'm going to go check it out. Call me if you need anything."

[OOC:]
Macloud:
-Anthony is coming up stairs to see what's going on.
-He's generally quite but observant.

He's has a Gloch 9MM and a Tazer on him as well as a Prog. Bastard Sword strapped to his back (Prog = Prog Knife just in sword form from Eva. If that explination does work here is the tech info. The Prog sword is a sword with an extremely sharp edge obtained by having the blade vibrate rapidly at extremely high speeds. The vibration can be turned off leaving Anthony with a "normal sword".

He will usually resort to the gun and tazer first.

Feel free to use him.

<Insert Fox & Anthony posts here>

El stayed at the table, thinking about what had been said.

He stood up and walked over to Kane.

"Mr Kane? I want to be part of the strike team. I'll be more use out there then in here, and it's more in my line of work. I can get the job done."

OOC: Anthony fell free to make you're own choice. You know what El's capable of.

Edit: El's weapon load out.

2 AMT Automag V + 2 reloads(concealed inside brown leather jacket)

1 Baikal MP-131K] + 4 magzines (carried)

1 Tartus PT111 No reloads (in back pocket)

1 combat knife(hidden in boot)

Info on weapons on this site

All the weapons El' carries are his own.Linky

This post has been edited by Elcampbello on Sep 20 2004, 02:47 PM

Hibiki looked around.

"..."

Then at his map.

"..."

He sighed.

"Where the hell am I now?"

"So how does it look like?" VGShura had seated himself beneeth the tree that his field inteligence operator were climbing. Holding his bearded axe, sharp edge up, in his right hand and a vial of DarkCPAE in his left.

"Nothing new. As you know all data about EM's compound are classified as Top Secret, and would be impossible for me to peak into as of now. Also the wall guard has been armed as expected after the Yuki-fan's announcement. Speaking of Markinson, he seems to have been somewhat distracted from his innitial plan and engaged some gal with a bokken," the VG climbed down from the tree and squated down near his captain. "Well what is your suggestion?"

Shura corkied the vial and ut it away, "I think we should send team 5 to throw a dose of gasified DCPAE into the ventilation shaft that the Puchu you saw went into, just to announce our presence to EM. Then I think you should take control of team 3 and 4 and join with the Puchus and engage frontal attacks with the Explod-O weaponry," he stood up and slung his axe onto his back.

The other guy also rose, "And you sir?"

"I think I'll pay our Mamiist a visit," Shura said with a grin before leaving.

Summary:

• Once Anthony arrives Erika's office, NekkidLargo DCPAE will come through the chutes.(I'm supposing that most of the system locked up once the Puchu were spotted, so only the office will be affected.)
• VGSura has gone to pay Seth a visit.(Nightstrife you are free to use him )

[OOC]

Yarr, and so t' directionless Cap'n Seasick an' his crew enters.
Oh Whoops, wrong day
[/OOC]

Hisashi had been leaning against a wall as Fox said his bit. The flaming one had been rather an amusing sight, but Hisashi had become quickly uncomfortable with the heat, which was no surprise given his history.

As Fox's gaze surveyed the room, his eyes met briefly with Hisashi's. Peering over his shades, Hisashi nodded slightly and turned to leave, his black trenchcoat billowing.

"I'll be back soon enough," He offered over his shoulder in a smooth tone, "Anyone could take a weapon from their stockpile, I'm sure your janitors have enough technology aptitude to use your gear to steal a rifle, but that would be no fun..."

Hisashi shot out his right arm rather abruptly and grinned as he summoned a shotgun completely made out of shadows. It was with soft amused laughter that he strode out, the only other sound his leather boots clacking on the well-polished floor.

Five seconds later, he was moving in the Shadow Plane.

Let's see... intelligence report... good thing I left my operatives active when I went on sabbatical... Markinson... Yukite... poor replacement for Draegos... Innovative... Renegade Necrowombicon User ... hm...

I've never fought against Necrowombicon power... but I've also never used it... Yes.... I think it's time to make a side-trip...

His eyes narrowing, he made a deviation in course.

[ooc] canto i'm making the assumption that shiri is somewhere near the ruins? IM me if i'm wrong[/ooc]

Ryudo said to himself, "since Megatokyo seems to be a warzone these days might as well pull out the big guns." With that ryudo pulled out his katana ed after the masamune from ffVII, with one difference, the blade had a purple sheen to it. that was mostly for his mihoist nature.

"well if there's a rampage going on I might as well find out what the whole thing is about, hopefully shiri can tell me more. Wonder if it had to do with how Erika almost broke Yuki's arm yesterday in the comic? Nah, the yukists wouldn't go that far...then again i'm new in town and don't know how far anyone will go. Luckily ryudo didn't run into any of the puchus along the way to the ruins of the CoM, "I guess they're focusing their rampage in the heart of the city." Much to his relief ryudo spied his friend Shiri walking along looking introspective as ever.

"Oi, shiri! It's me ryudo!," he called as he ran towards shiri, "shiri what's going on in megatokyo, and why are there puchus rampaging with gender switching guns?" Shiri noting the puzzlement in ryudo's voice calmly replied, "you remember yesterday in the comic how erika almost broke yuki's arm when she ran into her?"

"Yeah, I thought it was interesting at the time, but...wait are you saying that the yukists are behind all this!? The gender switching guns and all?" replied ryudo with a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Bingo, the puchus are trying to destroy EM, a yukist named markinson is leading them. Apparently he was the one that designed those weapons. They're called onsen rifles by the way" replied Shiri.

"I know that Miho tends to watch from the sidelines and play both sides against the middle, but can you imagine the consequences of erika getting hit with one of those rifles? It could cause fan-shockwaves causeing even casual erika fans to go berserk! We have to stop that! Look I don't know about you but i'm gonna go and help protect EM." said ryudo as he charged off in the direction of the battle brandishing his katana.

[ooc] canto sorry if I did your character wrong, but I needed to get ryudo that information. [/ooc]

Eladio looks as the Mamiist takes off towards EM. "Well then, looks like it's time to kick this attack up an nouch" said the general, "But first, I'll need a few things....."

[A few minutes later]

Eladio is standing a box as some of the Puchuus crowded around him. "Puchuus, lead me your ears"

"Puchuu?" was the replay as the Puchuu looked confusedly.

Eladio slaps his forehead before pulling out an "Human to Puchuu language" book.
"I mean...Puch puchi, Puchuu, uuu, puch puchi puu, Vag-chuus"
[The time has come, let's show them who we are, Vag-chuus!]

The now christened group of Vag-chuus donned their Vagrant trench coats and hats, as while as their onsen rifles and hand guns.

"Puchuu, puchi cu, puchuu puduu puchi!"
[Now lets dominated the area one city block at a time!]

[In city block B-9]

EM soldiers stood watch as they saw a lone Vag-chuu walking towards them.

"What the hell!? Don't move!" said the soldiers as they aimed their guns at the Vag-chuu.

The Vag-chuu complied, at least his legs, as he threw sticks of TNT at the soldiers.

One of the soldiers laughs as he see the un-lit sticks. "These sticks aren't even lit, these Puchuus are stupid!"

"Wait!" said one of the other soldiers as he recognized the Vagrant hat on the Vag-chuu. "If that Puchuu has Vagrant gear....."

But he was cut off by the dark glow in the sky as Eladio was in the air with an powered up V-blade. "Dark Wave Scatter" yelled the Vagrant General as he let loose a volley of dark energy waves at, not the soldiers but the sticks of TNT by the "stupid" Vag-chuu, exploding them on impact.

Eladio then landed as he gave the signal for the Vag-chuus to begin their attack.
The remaining soldiers didn't last as they were crushed the Vag-chuu army.

Eladio raised his sword in victory.
"Puchuu, puchu pu chi, Chuu!, pui CHUU!"
[This area belongs to us!, To the next area!"]

This post has been edited by EBJ on Sep 20 2004, 01:32 PM

[OOC]
Is this the time that the sticks should enter full force with the Stick-A-Chuus?

The Vagrants seems to have some heavy influence in Tc/Tm canon/non-canon nowadays.

"Sir we have more info on the current situation"

Sabin looked up from the now rather dull battle. After being so rudely regarded he would rather leave AC to her own devices instead of providing aid.

He watched as the information was displayed before him. It seemed that the Dojo would be more or less left out of this fight, seeing as its proprietor had nothing to do with the source of the arguement. But EM seemed to be the one being attacked at the moment.

"Should we help them over there?" Zan asked.

"Don't know. I guess we could head that way though" Sabin said, standing back up. The duel between AC and Markinson had slowed to a snails pace (At least to a ninja) and Sabin knew his tallents could be put to better use where he could find allies who valued his kind of help.

He jumped off the roof and landed in the streets below, making no sound as he slowly walked, hands in pockets, toward EM...

The two fought with each other as two blazes of speed, weapons clashing against each other like mad, until both found their weapons locked, cosplayer and evil good guy face-to-face with each other.

"YARR, Lass, ye-" AC unceremoniously bopped him over the head, and he fell back, the two at a stand off once more. "What the hell was that for!?" came the chaotician's confused voice.

"Talk Like A Pirate Day was yesterday."

"It was?" Markinson pulled out a calendar, blinking as he saw the date. "Well... imagine that." His eyes flicked upwards from the calendar for a moment, and then went to AC. "Uhm... you may want to step three feet to your left."

"Why?"

"Bec-" *CRASH!* AC's form was apparently flattened under the weight of the moment, which had chosen to manifest itself in a rather large anchor - reality, it seemed, had decided to celebrate Talk Like a Pirate day its own way - a day late and a few laughs short of a joke.

Markinson only shrugged. "Man... these're some heavy moments being dropped on the city today." And he walked onwards.

(OOC: This rampage is too fun to miss out so I'll pop in and do something unusal )

Oh, great another rampage.....man I'm never getting back to campus at this rate... Hetz had been on the road for several hours thanks to the direction the rampage had taken. The fact he was stuck in the back of a taxi didn't bother him nor the fact he needed to be at Megatokyo University half an hour ago. No the fact that he was stuck with two extremely creepy people in the exact same taxi was what really iritated him.

The man on the far left was wearing a grey overcoat of some sort and gloves. He might have been considered normal if it weren't for the fact the dude had a sheet covering his head and two red eyes glaring out from under it. His compainon was even creepier. He was a type of hunchback who made Igor look normal. One arm was freakishly larger than the other arm and almost looked like it had a good number of scales on it. His face must have been badly burt because his hair ended on the right half of his head while his left was bald and had chared skin covering it. His left eye seemed bigger than his right and the left half of his mouth was in a perminet sneer. Yep, a pair of fine, upstanding freaks.

Sitting in the hunchback's lap was an animal carrier and within it was a small dog which resemble some type of Jack Russel terrier. The pair had been picked up a the Megatokyo International Airport not 15 minutes before the taxi driver decided to take the road that went right trough a major fanboy rampage. And because the driver did not have the radio going, Hetz had no idea who was rampagin' or why the fanboys were rampaging about.

"Arrrggghhhh...I'll never make my history class in time." The driver turned his head and addressed Hetz, <Sorry, but you know how those damn fan fractions are, one bad incident between two idols and off they go...> Hetz nodded, "Ya but could you at least turn on the radio so we can know when all of this will blow over?" The taxi driver shoke his head, <Sorry sir but my radio's busted and I don't have time to get it repaired this week...> Hetz sighed, there was no avoiding it but he was stuck in traffic in the middle of a fanboy rampage. Man, and I can't even see any of the destruction either...

The thought had not just popped into his head when a random Rent-a-Zilla came into veiw and headed in the taxi's direction. <Damn it! We're in part of the rampage zone...alright everone out least you want to be trampled>, the driver opened his door and ran for it as the Zilla closed in on their position. Everyone els in the taxi quickly followed suit. The sheeted man yelled out after him, "Where the hell do you think you're going?! We need to get to..." The driver was too far up the street for the sheeted man to stop him and the driver flashed him a not so freindly hand gesture. "Of, all the incompitant...... Zimo, bring the carrier quickly before that creature destroys the car."

Zimo the hunchback ran as fast has he could back to the taxi and grabed the carrier just as the Zilla raised his foot over it. The foot came down and the ground under the hunchback shook. Zimo wasn't able to hold on to the carrier which flew through the air and broke open. The small dog jumped out of the broken carrier and ran off, laughing the entire time. "Hoo Hee Ha Hee He...Free, I am free! Hee Hee Ha Ha!"

The sheeted man ran after the dog but couldn't hope to catch it as it began to float up into the air. He turned to Zimo, "Fool! Do you remeber how long it took to catch that blasted Changeling!? Now the imp is loose in this city, who knows what kind of shape it will take." Hetz came to poor Zimo's defense, "Hey, it wasn't his fault, there was no way he could have kept his balance near that thing." Hetz pointed at the departing Zilla. The sheeted man pay no attention, "Great now the meeting with our guest will be delayed......we must go after it, there's no telling what type of mischif that Changeling will cause...." he turned to Hetz, "And since you're so keen on butting into other's buisness you should lend a hand..." The sheeted man pulled out of his coat several pairs of iron tongs, "You find anything suspicious, pinch it with these. Now let's split up so we can cover more ground....here this is where we need to take it once we find it." The sheeted man handed Hetz a sheet of paper with the Erika Multinational's address on it.

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The small dog ran along the roof tops slowly changing into a small huminoid form. It was bald and had a dark earth tone to its skin. "Hee Hoo Finally I am free of the blasted sheet head! Thinks I would make a fine pet does he, well I prefer my freedom thinks me." The small imp floated over another roof top when he came upon a group of rampaging Puchuus. "What strange things these be....hmmmm.....whatever they are they be having fun and I loves a bit o' fun! Hoo He Ha!" The imp floated down to almost street level just a few meters over the Puchuus. He slowly changed from his natural form to that of a Puchuu. "Come on lads, we can do better than this." It looked around and saw an electronics store not being touched, "Come on there be a store that needs wreaking!" With that the Changeling zoomed toward the store with a good number of confused Puchuus following....


(OOC:

Summery

-Hetz is stuck in traffic thanks to the rampage and has to share the taxi with a pair of freaks and their dog
-Nightstrife's loose Zilla approches and destroys the taxi
-Zimo the hunchback almost gets stepped on and accidently releases a troublemaking Changeling
-Hetz gets drafted into seraching for said Changeling
-the Changeling joins up with the Puchuus and decides to randomly destroy stuff

Hope my little addition to the mayhem doesn't bother anyone.)

Kitsuko (usually known as "Kit") watched the rampage go on.

And watched the status reports come in.

"I'm taking a trip out, Fox."

"WHAT? We're under attack!"

"Eh, don't worry. I can take care of the fanboys outside."

Fox's sigh came in clear through the headset. "Let me guess, you're taking some magitech, because you're all out of bubblegum."

Kitsuko grinned. "Of course. I'm also going to see about obtaining an onsen rifle-"

The sounds that followed from Fox were amusing - a mix of choking sounds, curses, and murmured "why me"'s.

"-for research, of course. The design of the rifles could be quite useful, or if nothing else, to see how one works."

"Oh, I know how they work, all right..."

She pretended not to hear that last comment from her boss, and went out.

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The first stop of hers, due to the status reports, was Kit's Armory, in town. The place hadn't seen business in quite some time (in fact, most believed that the armory had just vanished - a common occurence, in the city), and then the rampage hit.

Kitsuko was an intelligent half-kitsune. One, the armory had no clothes - and with the onsen rifles, this was not a good thing.

Two, how best for the owner there to realize what he got himself into, than to shoot him with an onsen rifle that she'd picked up? Certainly he'd be more inclined to stock more clothes, in such circumstances, then.

And, she was a good shot...

So the poor man found himself shot with the onsen rifle before he had time to figure out why a grinning young woman had pointed a firearm in his direction.

[ooc]Jeez, so much abuse for the poor arms dealer...[/ooc]

In the course of Kit's many experiments, he had made quite a few mistakes. There was the time, for example, he had accidentally removed a dimension from his lab, stranding him a few feet away from a controller he could no longer reach. There was the time he'd been testing the universal fuel processor used in his aircraft with b33r, and the device wasn't quite ready for something that potent, engulfing him in a fireball of not-insignificant proportions. Once, a prototype stun gun backfired, leaving him unable to move for a week.

And, of course, there were quite a few times when his rather psychotic girlfriend had shot, stabbed, stunned, or otherwise immobilized him.

So Kit was no stranger to being on the wrong end of a weapon, or even taking the brunt of said device. But this one had been a total surprise, and that pissed him off.

Pissed her off?

Whatever.

First things first, though--he had a customer. Quickly, he whipped out a gun and swung it towards the battlefield. The onboard targeting system locked on to an obese crossplayer in a serafuku, and he shot three rounds into the man's head, downing him instantly.

"Clothes," he explained to the surprised customer, before he vaulted over the booth's counter and rushed after the rifle-weilding woman.

AC blinked. One moment she'd been trying to figure out what the other guy was talking about as an omninous black shadow grew, then suddenly there was nothing. But she had no time to think of that, because within an instant it was past, replaced by a bright light and a loud splash as she hit the water.

"Oro..." she said as she got back to the surface, looking around to see that she was in the middle of the bay. "Stupid plotholes..." she muttered.

Unless there are girls they better not be wearing fukus.

Mackay was sleeping soundly.. (Don't ask me how he's avoiding being haunted by nightmares from his past, which is often the case, and usually makes his nights restless)

"Hey, baka," called the AI construct known as Piroko-rin. Not very loudly.

"HEY!" She screamed over his quarters' intercom, causing the Psion Monk to jump in surprise as he was jolted out of his sleep.

A loud thud rang out as he landed on the ground.

"Ow.. can I get a few more minutes..?"

"No. I've been letting you have your 'beauty rest' for long enough, now, baka. There's a situation out there that needs your attention."

"Fine.." Mackay gets up and goes out the back entrance, facing the 'abandoned alleyway' behind the Arcade.. or so it seems.

"Prepare to launch the 'Kaminari' unit!" Suddenly, a guy who looks suspiciously very similar to Mackay (Edit: with the exception his skin is a normal caucasian shade, and his hair is much, much shorter, to his chagrin) pops into existence and whispers into his ear..

"What!? The thing isn't ready? You haven't written us getting ahold of the wrist-mounted Patlabor-scale Spinfusor Disc Launcher and Energy Blade? Can't we just visit EM and pick them up for this thread?" More whispering. "What do you mean 'I haven't sent that idea past Fox yet.' ? .. You are the most useless Author in existence, you know that, Storm?"

"Sorry.."

"Don't be going all Piro Hack Mode on me, now, young man. I'm your elder by at least 6 years, and I know it does no good."

Author-Storm winks out of existence as suddenly as he appeared. "Let's try this again, shall we?"

-Continuity reverts to the beginning of this post so as to give Author-Storm and his KA personnel another go at this-

Author-Storm: Well, this is just a placeholder.. Damn it, why couldn't I get the Kaminari ready for deployment by now?

I'll make a real post once I read enough of this ridiculous thread.

Edit2: Author-Storm is also suffering from a slight illness. Feeling very weak right now, he was actually straining to stand with the full weight of his black ozzie drover coat when he popped into tC to speak with his character. Somebody please give him something to help.

This post has been edited by Aleksander_Storm on Sep 20 2004, 07:01 PM

OoC: Hopefully this doesn't dispute with any posts.
IC:
Beowulf landed nearby the horde of Largos that were attacking the puchuus. He chambered a plasma round into his rifle and fired it off into the center of the horde. He watched as Largos flew everywhere, the ones that weren't vaporized anyway. He continued firing he he lept over them, dropping some grenades from his jacket as well. He landed wiith a soft thud and reslung the rifle over his back, drawing his two custom pistols. He began to unload onto the crowd of Largo's. He tapped his ear against his shoulder and sent Eladio, Markinson and Seth this message.
"This is Beo, we have a slaughter down here. They have released chibi Largos against the Puchuu forces. I request back up immediately, I do not know how long I can hold back their forces. Over."

Beowulf cut down a few more of the chibis as he danced about, trying to evade their blows. His guns clicking empty, he reholstered them and drew a pair of wakizashis from two scabbards hidden at the small of his back under his trenchcoat. He began to cut down the oncomers, springing about with superhuman agility and speed. As he landed and prepared to spring again, one of the chibis attacks cut deep into his left thigh. He felt the blood soak into his black jeans.
Well there goes my maneuverability advantage for a while.

He shifted his weight to his right leg and lept back onto a rooftop to try to bandage his wound with a black hankerchief he pulled from his pocket.

This post has been edited by Revan on Sep 20 2004, 07:00 PM

OOC: Sorry NightStrife, but I have to take one of your command posts out. PM me if something has to be changed. /OOC

Next to the current front lines of the rampage and near the EM headquarters, Mami's Dedicated Few had installed a command post. It wasn't the only one they had installed for this rampage, but the closest one to EM. To gain maximal manoeuvrebility (does such a word exist? anyways), they had installed the equipment into a large van. The van was currently guarded by two MDFs and another one was monitoring the equipment inside. The driver had left to complete nature's cycle of food, meaning he was desperately searching for a toilet. One of the guards was suddenly addressed by a cute young woman, approximately 20 or so years old. She was accompanied by another, a bit smaller girl.
<Hi there! What you're doing here?> The girls smiled at him.

<I...uhm...We... We're helping our comrades on the front!> the soldier replied.

The first girl tilted her head. <Oh. Is there a fight here somewhere?> She made a few steps to look around the right corner of the van towards EMHQ.

<But..But didn't you see the rampage? It's only a few steps from here! Cute young girls like you truly shouldn't be in such an area!> the MDF guard stated, following her with his eyes.

<Ah! But what do we have to fear, when such brave - and good looking - soldiers like you are around us?> the other girl suddenly spoke up, making the soldier turn back to her.

<Well...> he started, obviously pleased by a cute young woman admiring his work. <That is..> Only then he realized he suddenly had a chain wrapped around his neck. Before he could further act, Noriko "Flower Girl" Ishiba used the firm grip on him and hurled him over her shoulder and right into the wall. The soldier was instantly knocked unconscious.

<Oi! What's up here? Is there something wro...> The other guard, that had come running around the corner and nearly into Ishiba freezed as the tip of her Kusarigama's blade found its way to right under his chin.
<You factionists truly are of the worst kind! Maybe that 'Saint' is right and you should all be cleansed off the city.>
Her weapon pointing back over her shoulder and held just in place under the guards head, Ishiba turned to the other girl.
<Well Kitten. Do your thing!>

Eiko "Derringer Kitten" Ôgi grinned and opened the back door of the van. Then she threw the lower part of her duster up, revealing what was on the inside of it. The monitoring MDF's eyes went wide as they had just turned towards the open door, expecting to see one of his comrades and instead meeting a girl with what must be dozens of small pistols hidden all on her body and clothes. Pistols she immediately fired into the van, one after another. When she was finished, she pointed the last of her guns at the still motionless and unharmed man, who was surrounded by lots of once expensive equipment that now looked more like Swiss cheese.
<Come out please!> the girl ordered, making one step back and pointing to the side of the van, were Ishiba had stripped the guard of his weapons in the meantime.

<Now, what are we going to do with you two guys...?> a smirking widely Noriko asked as the two men stood next to each other, still threatened by the girls' weapons.

<We could make them strip to the underwear and then chase them off right into that puchuu horde.> Ôgi proposed.

Before Ishiba could answer on that, both MDFs were suddenly struck down by a punch to their backheads, instantly knocking them out.

<Mouse, you're a spoilsport!> she complained to the newly arrived Amy Sato, that was holstering her Walther PPK she had used as a club before speaking up herself.
<We're not here for fun! You all done here?> The other two nodded. <Well then let's head off before they become aware of this command post suddenly being silent.>

The three girls left the unconscious factionists behind and rapidly walked down a side alley, away from the fighting.

<Those puchuus... did they buy that thing with the security breach and the vents?> Ishiba asked.

<Yeah! They lost a whole unit in it!> Amy laughed. <Greenie called a few minutes ago. He has sealed the entrance behind them. Everyone who tries to enter now will have to deal with a few very nasty surprises. And if they manage to avoid them, they'll only find that the way doesn't lead into the complex anymore but the large paint and bleach facility in the industrial district. I can't think of a way they could do some damage from there and they'll need quite some time to reach the front again from down there.>

<Anything from Wolfman?> Ôgi asked.

<No. He went off after he and Chief gave out the orders. I guess he's sitting at some key point somewhere and influencing the outcome of this from there. He has some skill to do that unnoticed if necessary.>

<Well, who would know if not you?> Ishiba added to Sato's answer, instantly sending her blushing and murmuring something along the lines of <It's not like that...> And so they went of to their nearest assignement.

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Okay, I'm here. Busy weekend and ongoing exams, sorry. Fox, Kane: You'll be getting regular info from "Gossip" on any movement of the opponent from now on.

Elcampbello: You won't find any Rangers guarding EMHQ, that's the job of the Errant Knights. The Rangers are officially no part of EM. Actually they don't even exist officially and even at EM only a few higher-ups and a part of the EEK know of their existence.
Plus ten Rangers would be just about the whole unit right now. Though they will expand soon (They simply aren't enough people right now.).

I hope he doesn't try anything more irrational... Fox thought as the Cardinal left, ostensibly to extinguish his pants.

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of introductions and orders. Kitsuko had volunteered to acquire some of the enemy weaponry with a bit too much delight for Fox's comfort. And Commander Kane's suggestion of a strike force was a wise one... had the Good Guys been more proactive against the Sadisticks, the battles may have gone very differently.

Before Fox could agree to the mission, however, there were reports of a disturbance near Erika's office, and Kane and several newer recruits went to investigate. Fox would have gone too, but there were still others that needed to be dealt with... and there was the matter of his current emergency project in Special Projects. From the latest field reports, the Puchuus had taken a turn for the Vagrant-ish, and something... special would be needed to combat them.

Fox frowned as he returned to Special Projects. What he was working on was something he'd never intended to do again... but seeing the captured technology from the second Stick War had convinced him that he wasn't about to escape his past so easily.

"All right," Fox said, "I think that's all for now. We have a few more things to organize still, so I'll be in constant contact with the command center here. They'll be routing communications to my headset, so I'll know if anything happens or if anyone needs me - I have a few things that need to be attended to. Good luck, and thank you again for your help."

He turned and left the room

At least we were right... she didn't injure Yuki... she's taken the burden on herself. But it's too late for them to understand now. Perhaps we can take up some of the load ourselves...

Fox hurried towards Special Projects.

Alea iacta est.

[ooc: Short, crappy, tired post. The Latin means, "The die is cast".]

[Meanwhile in city block B-12]

A lone bush on the city street was inching it way toward the soldiers guarding the area.

One of the soldiers notice it and raised his weapon on it. “Hold it right there.” Said the soldier signaling some of soldiers to him. “Did you really think you can sneak up on us with that ridiculous pathetic excuse of camouflage?” Then suddenly another ‘bush’ was walking towards them. Then another, and another.

“What the …?” said the first solider as the area resemble an jungle than a city block.
Then the EM soldiers heard drums beating faster and faster. The men stood back into a circle as the heard rustling in the bushes. “Come Out!” challenged the EM soldier as Eladio came out to great him. However the EM men didn’t fire, for the great Vagrant general was ….wearing face paint and a loincloth!?

Eladio screamed a primal yelled as the Vag-chuus popped open of the bushes with their loincloths and ‘spears’ which were actually spear tied to their onsen rifles.

“Puchuu, Puchuu!”
[Attack the invaders!]

The primal Vag-chuus warriors charged at the soldiers as the EM soldiers have one thought in their minds.

“….we are screwed…”

[Five minutes later]

The Em soldier were tied to an tree trunk which was placed on an giant catapult.

Eladio looked at the soldiers as the Vag-chuus lined up and were putting papers in a box. The last Vag-chuu picked up the box and handing it to Great Chief Eladio. He read the papers and then walked towards their prisoners.

“The tribe has spoken….” said Great Chief Eladio, “you guys have been voted off the island!”

“…What!? Island!? We are in the middle of an city! The ocean is too far away!”

“You’re right…..Vag-chuus!”

The Vag-chuus began to attach rockets to the tree trunks, much to the dismay of the EM soldiers.

“So sorry…maybe you should try on our loser episode” said Eladio as he lit the rockets and soldiers had a one way trip towards the Pacific Ocean.

“Chuu, puc puchuu” said one of the Vag-chuus to Eladio.

“Okay…okay your right. It is more fun to humiliate them before beating them up”

[OCC:] Revan: Don't worry I am heading in your direction[/OCC]

This post has been edited by EBJ on Sep 20 2004, 10:17 PM

[ooc] Lukkai, those running the posts have orders to destroy them if they look like they'll be overrun. Between your pistol fire and the MDF inside the vehicle, it should have blown up (a small explosion, though, the vehicles are tough - more like armored cars than vans probably - so the guy inside would probably have been the only fatality). Don't worry about it, though, this is a bit of a backpost so I'll take care of everything.

Anyone else taking out a mobile point (there's another farther back on the EM front and one at the former Nayuki front) can expect them to explode and kill anyone inside. [/ooc]

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[That same mobile center as Lukkai's post, but a bit earlier]

Seth walked up to the Command Point Iota, looking around for the operators. He spotted one sitting on top of the van. Or, more accurately, reclined on what looked to be a lawn chair that was on the van's roof. Seth waved to get his attention. Startled, the operator bolted to his feet, grabbing a sack and tossing it to the battle cleric.

"That's the sample package, Sir. Seems to contain a handgun, shotgun, some armor, and some foul-lookin' stuff in vials. Smells funky too."

"You smelled it?"

"Well, just wan'ed to make sure i' didn' smell like poison or anythin'. I think i' did somethin' funny to Rap's stomach, though. He ran off to find a bathroom."

"Did it not occur to you that smelling something that's probably a chemical weapon would be a bad idea?"

"Nope, can' say that i' did."

"Right." Seth rummaged through the bag, examining the contents and the note attached. "Well, you can still press a button, can't you?"

"The one for the bomb? ... About that..."

Through a convenient Dot Plevice, the Mamiist found he had holsters on the inside of his cloak that fit the new arsenal perfectly. Placing everything in, he glared up at the operator. "What now?"

"Uh... didn' wanna have to mention this... uh, looks like the explosives aren' loaded on this van." Seth contemplated testing the new weaponry on the operators, but decided against it. For now, at least. He opted for an eye twitch instead.

"Right. Well, destroy the equipment with your face if you have to. I'm going to do something useful."

<Insert Lukkai's post sometime here>

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Running back off in the direction of EM, Seth was stopped suddenly by a mischievous voice. "Well, well. Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

The sarcasm practically jumped out and throttled the Mamiist, but a second glance showed it to simply be a Puchuu tossed by something lurking about in the shadows. Knocking it to the ground with the back of his hand, Seth turned to face the voice, and blinked a couple times when he spotted it.

A figure stood near him, appearing to be made entirely out of inconsistent black lines. Poorly drawn axes were holstered (it seemed) on him. "You're the Mamiist, are you not? Seth, if I'm not mistaken."

Seth blinked again. Who, or what, was this and how did it know who he was? "... That's correct. Who might you be?"

The stick was mightily amused by the 3D's confusion. "Vagrant Guy Shura, though you can simply call me Shura if you wish. We know who you are simply because your faction took out a package with us in your name. Is your pole-axe not good enough?"

The cleric shook his head. "No, not that..." Managing to regain his composure, he continued, "It's more insurance than anything else. It also helps to appear to have different abilities than you do. Now, is there something you wanted of me?"

Shura grinned. "We have a common interest, don't we? You are looking to get into EM to reach the Main Character Erika, and we also wish you to gain access to the compound. Wouldn't it be beneficial to work together a bit?"

Seeing a stick figure wearing an evil grin was more unsettling than a horde of rampaging Puchuus. But somehow the former sight didn't surprise the Mamiist as much as the latter did, so he brushed it off with a nod. "True, but why do you want us in the compound? For that matter, why me specifically and not Markinson?"

The stick waved his hand dismissively. "The chaos you could create inside the compound would be of use to us. Markinson seems to be far too distracted to ever actually reach EM."

"Fair enough. Did you have any specific ideas in mind?"

The Vagrant Guy's grin only grew. "Of course. In fact, I've already started putting them in motion..."

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[ooc] Evil plotting? In a rampage? Forsooth! Some people can expect PMs from me shortly. [/ooc]

[Tag Umhyuk. I hope I got everything close enough to correct.]

Lazy noticed his precious chibis being blown apart by Beowolfs plasma cannon, he had to act.

I'll bet he hasn't even got a lincence for it, poor chibis, has he no shame!?.

Noticing Beowof head for a roof top after a backlash from the chibis, he headed after him. A few minutes latter he was ontop of the building, Beowolf was dressing his wounds.

Lazy drew his custom Desert Egals.

"Thats as far as you'll go. Hands up"

Beo turned, but he didn't raise his hands.

"I said hands up, if you value j00r h34d!"

"Your a Largoist?"

"Yep, and those were my Chibi's. Poor things, I'll bet you didn't even have a permit for that wepon!"

He walked closer.

"I don't know what your trying to achive here, but I ain't gonna let it happen. Now, hands up!"

Beo, reluctantly raised his hands.

"Good. Now, don't try anything, Im not as dumb as I look. Who are you and who do you work for?"

The Puchuu-formed Changeling hoisted a trashcan over his head and flung it at the electonic store's window. The large glass window shatter inward and the imp zoomed through the opening calling out to the few Puchuus outside the store, "Come on lads let's have some fun! Ha Hee Hoo Hoo!" The imp grabbed the nearest electronic device and trew with all it's might to the ground sending componets flying in multiple directions. "My, what are these things? Never seen so many odds and ends in a box before...." the imp studied the VCR it had just smashed to bits but his attention quickly shifted to the TV wall at the end of the store. "Oh, so many lovely pictures....and they move too. Ha Ha Hee Hee!" The TVs were all showing the current rampage at different areas and this made the imp fill with glee, "Look at the beatiful mess everyone's makin'......don't want to miss out. Hee Hoo Ha!" The imp floated up to the top of the TV wall and pushed over one onto the floor, "Oops! Hee Ha Hoo!"

Outside the Puchuus just stood there confused as to why the floating Puchuu was simply tossing TVs off the shelves.

"Puchuuu, Chuuuu?"
["What is this weirdo up to?"]

"Chuu, puuuu, Puchuuuuu"
[Don't know but it looks kind of fun...]

"Puchuuu, chuu, chuuuu?"
[Do you think we should join him?]

"Puchuu, chuuu, puchuuu, chu"
[I guess so, I think these stores are in the rampage area.]

So the small squad of Puchuus enter the store and the several of the others around it and started to smash what they could.

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Meanwhile Hetz had been searching for the Changeling, he had been pinching almost everything he could find with the iron tongs the sheet-hooded man had gave him. He had pinched pedestrians, lampposts, garbage cans, stray dogs, and the occasional Puchuu. He had come up empty most of the time and had to run for a few times after he had pinched several MPCD officers. Man I'm never going to find this thing and I'm most likely get arrested before I do...I've got to watch what I touch with these tongs.

Hetz had been walking a fair distance but he had not been paying any attention where he had been going and soon found himself right in the middle of a battle. There were a group of Puchuus taking on what looked like mini Largos and from the looks of things the Largos were not exactly winning. Suddenly a large energy blast shot straight passed Hetz and hit the side of a building he was standing next to. The flying debris collided with Hetz's head and knocked him out cold.


Elsewhere in the city Zimo the hunchback and the strange man with the sheet on his head where having the same luck as Hetz. Zimo had almost been bitten by a cat he had grabbed with his pair of iron tongs and the hooded man had gotten into a fist fight with a random Yuki fan after he had done the same. Needless to say the Yuki fan would be having few good nights of sleep thanks to the man's sheet slipping off before the fight got serious.

"This is getting us nowhere and we have a meeting to attend in 15 minutes....Zimo wait here I'm going to use that pay phone over there." The hooded man handed Zimo his pair of tongs and walked over to the phone. After entering the number he waited for a bit, "Hello....ya this is me...look we've got a bit of a problem....yes, the "creature" was able to escape.....it's not my fault...you had us arrive in the middle of some sort of political riot or something......a "rampage"? what the hell is that?!.....I could care less who adores who but right now that imp loose and I have no idea where it is......I am looking for it but I need help can't you send a pick-up crew or something......what do you mean the entire complex is busy....you're under attack?! by what?.....the who "fans" and the what's-its?......look all I have to find this thing is me, my servint and some local jerk who just happened to share my taxi.....alright I'll find the imp for you but it is going to double the payment....fine, I 'll speak to you when it's in my possesion."

(OOC:

Summery:
-the Changeling breaks into the store and starts having "fun"
-several Puchuu's join in
-Hetz is lost while trying to find the Changeling
-Hetz ends up in the middle of the battle between Lazyass and Beowulf
-the hooded man phones his "employer"

Now anyone at the EM can claim the call or it can just be an NPC that the hooded guy called.)

This post has been edited by Hetz on Sep 21 2004, 08:40 AM

"I'm Beowulf, and I support the Yuki faction. That's about as much as I'm ready to tell you."
Beowulf ducked down to avoid the Eagle bullets that were fired at him as he reached to draw his custom pistols. He pointed them at Lazy and smiled. The two were in a cliche Mexican standoff.
"Well, it seems we have your Desert Eagles against my .50 Customs."

A gust of wind kicked up and dust swirled on the empty rooftop as the two stood there, staring at eachother. Suddenly each one sprung in opposite directions, firing at eachother. The rooftop was blown apart by the large caliber pistol fire. Beowulf and Lazy both took cover behind anything they could find on the rooftop. Beowulf's left leg was killing him, he had to end this fast. He pulled out a grenade and lobbed it over at lazy, taking the opportunity while Lazy was distracted to pull a stim pack from his jacket and inject it into his leg.
That'll do for now.

this was not turning out to be a good first day.

first there was what looked like a strange yellow rat - a "puchuu" he was told - had gotten into his office.

then after trying to get pest control a man dressed up for a warzone and some others burst in asking about a "security breach".

THEN he got told by the guy - security chief kane apparantley - about some nutter trying to attack Erika multinational, and the resulting carnage around the area.

now he was patrolling the top floor, shovel in hand [note to self:practice sharpshooting - hide behind someone whos good at it.] and an armored flak vest.

somedays it just didnt pay to wake up in the morning....

summary
-macloud is currently guarding the top floor of EM until ordered otherwise [ or shit happens...what ever happens first]

[ooc] sorry canto will edit previous post to be accurate. [/ooc]

Ryudo headed in the direction of Erika Multinational (he hoped) he figured he was going the right way, cause that was the general direction the puchus were heading. Ryudo every once and a while had to slice up a few puchus that got a little too curious, hoping all the while that they wouldn't use those osen rifles on him.

After a while he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere by being stealthy, "hey this is a rampage, right? So let's have some fun!" With that Ryudo charged towards the puchus that he had been following and started slashing up some cuteness. Dodgeing the occasional osen beam. If you had seen it from some dramatic camera angle it would have looked like that bit in the beginning of lord of the rings when sauron is kicking human butt.

Quickly realizing that just slashing up puchus while fun was not serving the dark goddess and wasn't going to advance his objective of protecing erika from being turned into a fat-swalded fanboy. So he cut himself a path out of the engagement and ran off in the direction the former puchus had been heading.

OOC: A post was written between Dark and I, and she hasn't quite gottne around to posting it. This is after that post... to summarize it

-Geldeau introduced himself to Addi

-Addi explains what a rampage is

-Geldeau explains that he has recently left Mephasis group, and has stated that he has slight animosity to most factions, especailly Mephasis and Ropto Cultists

-Addi uses his gun to change himself into a her, and leads the way toward EM, Geldeau follows.


IC Begin:
[on the way to EM]

Geldeau followed the man turned woman. He couldn't help but wonder how this form would keep the red haired cleric out of trouble. Perhaps a less imposing form to the denizens? But the size change wasn't significant, and the cleric wasn't all that big to begin with.

"Wouldn't I be hindering your attempt to remain incognito? I am rather recognisable."

"Yeah... a 7 foot tall guy in a golden dress usually does get attention. Maybe I should hit you with this thing too..."

"Ah... I'm not sure. I've never seen such a device before... I would have to study it's internal workings before wanting to attempt to see its effects on myself..."

"Well, suit yourself. What's with the dress, by the way?"

"It is a normal attire."

"Not for guys it's not..."

"Well, I realize this now, but I was rather frustrated upon my exit from home..."

"Pants might have been a better idea..."

"Pants... I've never owned a pair"

As they walked, more puuchus were wrecking havok on the city, but mostly stayed away from the two thanks to a warding spell cast by Addi. Not far, did they walk, however before noticing a Puuchu in an odd hat, and very distinctive coat. Addi saw this and muttered the first thing that came to mind.

"Shit... Vagrants..."

[summary]
Geldeau explains why he's not wearing pants

They see a vag-chu, and Addi makes an appropriate exclamation under her breath.


Dark, please get that post up soon.

The Vagrant Guy's grin only grew. "Of course. In fact, I've already started putting them in motion..."

The Mamiist suddenly pulled out a radio and pushed a weapon, he silently listened to what was said, all the while his face changing. Shura could not hear what was said as he volume was way too low, but even then he knew what was said, his grin grew even larger.

The Mamiist now was trembling with his left hand tightly clenched. Before he were allowed to speak, Shura went over to him and whispered some words into his ear before he left with the words "NPCs are useless creatures arent they?"

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"Whoa, what the hell is that?" the VG pointed to the sky.

"Seems like a rocket fueled totempole if you ask me," another said.

"What does it matter what it was, Team 3 I want you to find the toughest Puchu out there and proceed with our usual plan. Team 4 with me to find out what that flying thing was all about," the field inteligence operator(Any suggestion on name for him? 'Intelli' is kinda taken).

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TEAM 4

"And you found that out first now?" the great chief turned around to find five human sized figures that he would had mistaken for Vagrants, had it not been for the badly drawn...

VGU: All over you mean? Of course he would not mistake your poor exuses for Vagrant wannabes for an actual Vagrant. Just look at them!!

umhyuk: Uh, Great Chief's sight got blurred when he went Great Chief?

VGU: Jeesh, now don't go thinking to lowly of yourself and too highly of others.

umhyuk: Hey! No need to use sarcasm factor 10 right off the bat. I'm not that lame.

VGU: Oh, so having me jump behind the fourth wall, after it has allready been done a dozen times in this thread alone, isn't lame?

umhyuk: .... just shut up.

VGU: Have it your way, I'm not responsible for any HSB attacks your lameness might invite.

umhyuk: Hush, well anyway

"I suppose you are finished with this toy of yours?" the field inteligence operator said to the Great Chief, noding over to the giant catapult.

[OOC]Tag Great Chief Eladio[/OOC]
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TEAM 3

"Keep your eyes open for unusualy though Puchu's, remember the plan," the team leutenant said.

"Sir, there is quite some of them over there, at the electronics store. The possibility that one of those having above avarage toughness should be pretty good," one of the VGs said pointing over to the electronics store.

The leutenant eyed the store, and reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a syringe with some dark liquid, on it's side three S's were written.
[OOC]Tag Hetz[/OOC]
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Summary
- Shura leaves the Mamiite
- the field inteligence operator wonders if the Great Chief is done with the Catapult.
- Team 3 are closing in on the lot of Puchus that the Changeling has joined.

AC floated out in the bay, still very annoyed. Finally after angrily venting a bit, she calmed down and concentrated. Author omnipotence didn't work near as well without anything to write with, but she figured since she'd gotten stuck through a plothole she'd be able to get out of it the same way.

She framed the words of the story in her mind, careful not to think of it as finished until she was ready. Finally, after a quick skimming review, she was done, and mentally noted the finished piece as something to write down later. The modified plotline took effect, and she vanished, the waters quickly closing in and refilling the space she had vacated.

She reappeared in her roommate, and, for some reason, completely dry. A fact which she shrugged off as a welcome unintended bonus. Fed up with play-fighting with the horde for now, she instead turned her attention to her computer.

Hmm, now who to mess with first... she pondered as she began to write.

Aree blinked, as Beo and Andy got ready for a battle of battles. Sighing, she held a chibi largo in one arm, and a Puchuu in the other. She did a dramatic pose, a ref's badge, as well as Yuki and Largo merchendise apeared on her.

"Fighter's perpare!!!" She shouted, enjoying herself. Pretty dramatic lines surrounding her.

"Um? what are you doing?" Andy asked, blinkinglly. The drama all disappered at this point.

"Well... I'm bored, and I don't want you so be completely p0nz'd by the power of a Yuki fan, and so I think we need to set some rules." Aree explained, and the fighters waited patiently, as she did random things like pick her nose. "Huh? Umm.. you guys set your little rules. I'm just going to reinforce them."

"Erm, Ok. IF you insist" Andy replied casually.

Then, Beo's grenade exploded, throwing a water container acroos the roof, nearly knocking the fighters over. They quicky reloaded and bgan again the straife and cover manover they had before.

After a while, Andy yelled: "OI! This is dumb! We're never going to get anywhere like this! How about unarmed combat?"

The spray of bullets stoped from Beo, as he apeared to be thinking about it.

"Or melle wepons if you prefer! Only I think I left something on at home! Come on, we can't spend all day like this waddya say?"

The only sound was of the Puchuu's, Largo's and the odd fan girl/boy screaming in pain. Lazy waited.

ooc: Haven't got anything to do in here at the moment, but thanks for the help NightStrife. That was way better than any plotfix I could've thought of! And don't worry, we didn't get any codes. The objective was to take the post out and vanish before reinforcements arrived, so they could stay undercover. All the guards know is that they were hit by two cute girls after all.
/ooc

“hmm…Stick brother Umhyuk need catapult?” said Great Chief Eladio.

“Do you really need to talk like that?” said Des Cover (Best name I could think of)

“hmm…wait for Great Chief Eladio” said Eladio as he and his Vag-chuu army jumped into the bushes.

Suddenly the vegetation started to burn by a flash of purple fire as an explosion of dark energy engulfed the “jungle” leaving only Vagrant General Eladio and his Vag-chuus back in Vagrant gear.

“Sorry” said Eladio as he walked towards the Vagrant stickmen. “Since you’re here then Umhyuk must have some evil plan in store.”

“Of course, General, then we will be taking the catapult then.”

“Go ahead, Oh here” said Eladio tossing an special Vagrant communicator to Des “Tell Umhyuk, if he needs help, to call me on this. It will be a direct link between us, so it can’t be tapped by the enemy. In the meantime we will cause massive damage to the Main EM army in front of EM.”

“Understood General” said Des as his party started to take the catapult.

[OCC:]Let me know if you have something planned[/OCC]
[Tag Umhyuk]
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(Hope you don’t mind Fox)
[EM Headquarters]

“Battle is continuing in main area” reported an EM intelligence officer “Largoist Lazyass and an unknown Yuki fanatic are dueling now”

“Chibi Largos are battling with the Puchuus around the compound” said another.

BOOM!

“What the hell was that!?’ yelled an EM superior officer.

“Sensors confirming……..Holy @#%!…Sir! The Vagrant general is spotted on the battlefield near EM HQ!”
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[Battlefield in front of EM]

Many warriors stopped their personal battles as an explosion rock the area as an small unimportant building exploded in flames as an tall shadowy figure and an army of small creatures walked through the fire. As they marched closer to EM, the shadows disappeared as Eladio and his Vag-chuus looked at the field as some of the fighters watched with amazement and fear.

Eladio held out his hand and summoned V-blade as the Vag-chuus turn off their safely switches as they knew, that the time of fun and games, are over.

“ATTACK!” yelled the Eladio as the Vagrant army raced to engage the enemy.

[OCC:] Vag-chuus are more trained so they are twice as tough, but they are not unbeatable.[/OCC]

[Summary]
1) Eladio gives the sticks the catapult and a direct link communicator.
2) EM discover and feel the presence of the Vagrant army
3) Eladio and his Vag-chuu attack the front area of EM.

Sabin sat atop a nearby building watching the attack.

"So... you gonna just let them attack or are you going to get off your butt and do something?" Zan asked impatiently.

"fine fine fine" Sabin answered, jumping to the ground near the puchuus he wistled loudly.

As they looked at him his hands were a blur of seals.

"KATON: KARYUU ENDAN!"

Sabin leaned forward and exhaled a huge lance of flame directly at their leader...

Summary: Sabin burninates or at least attempts to burninate the forces attacking the EM...

[ooc] More backpostness. [/ooc]

[Somewhere near EM Headquarters]

Seth kept running towards EM, his fists clenched and seething with anger. The past events played in front of his eyes again and again.

"Sir," the voice over the radio was anxious, "Points Iota and Epsilon have gone off the grid. The operators aren't respon--"

A pause. A horrid pause during which the Mamiist could only stand with his mouth agape, waiting.

Gunshots could be heard, small arms fire and explosions muffled slightly by the armor of the van. "We're under attack!" The voice was panicking; they had little experience in situations like this. "It looks like... like... horrible art! Little stick figures in big coats! They're... they're" Another explosion. "They've broken into the van! I've got to--"

More small arms fire. Explosions roared over the radio, and Seth involuntarily pulled away from the noise. His fists were tightly clenched, blood trickling through his fingers.

And the last thing the Vagrant Guy had said to him before leaving: "There'd probably be some nice replacement things in EM, wouldn't there? More useful than the NPCs, at least. NPCs are useless creatures, aren't they?"

"Those damn sticks," he cursed between breaths as he ran. "They want me inside EM, do they? I'll get in. I'll get in and I'll tell the fans of the Ex-Idol all they'll need to know to wipe them off the face of MegaTokyo."

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[EM HQ Front Gates some minutes before Eladio's arrival]

Seth pulled out his halberd as he reached the gates. Eladio was probably on his way, so he'd have to be quick. Some of the Vagrant Guys were already pounding on the outer wall, and the Mamiist was able to get the jump on their formation.

Pulsing with a golden energy, the halberd wedged itself into the first VG he reached. The stick let out a brief yelp before falling silent, alerting the others. Kicking the lifeless art off the end of his blade, he lunged forward and impaled the next. The others surrounded him, all pointing their Explode-o-weapons at him. The battle cleric smirked as he reached into his coat, putting his hand on the grip of his own EOShot. Diving forward as they attacked, he lodged the halberd into the nearest stick figure, and pulled the shotgun out, firing two quick rounds into the rest of the group. His and the sticks' rounds all exploded in short succession, engulfing the area in shrapnel and body parts.

A brief white-blue flash covered the cleric as he stood up. Switching over to a much more evil looking red glow, Seth hacked the blade of his halberd into the dazed sticks, who shuddered as the energy seeped into them.

When they had all stopped twitching, the Mamiist walked up to the gates. "Hey!" He waved his hands more to show they were empty than to get the defender's attention. "Can you let me in? I need to talk to the person in charge, it's important strategic information!" The guards looked at each other.

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Summary: The shortest evil alliance in history ends in betrayal because the sticks blew up the remaining MDF post (Seth will think they took out all of them). Fun times. Seth beats up on the sticks attacking EM and wants to be let in to talk to the person in charge (this could be either Fox or Anthony I guess).

[edit: The second EM front Point is open if someone wants to destroy it in a backpost, the sticks may not have actually destroyed that one. Seth will assume they were all taken out by the sticks regardless.]

[Tag, Anthony or Fox or someone]

This post has been edited by NightStrife on Sep 21 2004, 07:28 PM

OoC: Sorry, just realized that I never described Beowulf before now.
IC:
"Melee weapons it is. If you really left yours at home, I do have TWO wakizashis. I will, as per the warrior code, lend one to you if you wish. And to show that we will truly be fighting with just the swords, we will each remove our other armaments and Aree will hold them for safe keeping."
As he said this, Beowulf removed his heavy coat and tossed it at Aree. It landed at her feet with a sound similar the the sound the water container made as when it relanded on the roof top.
"Heh, I come well prepared."
Beowulf lay his rifle at her feet and reholstered his guns and laid them at her feet as well. His suitcase was added to the pile as well. All that was left were the two wakizashis that he had sheathed at the small of his back. Without his jacket, Beowulf looked significantally different. He wasn't quite as muscular as he had appeared. He was wearing a dark blue T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, black denim jeans and a pair of black skater shoes. His medium length, jet black hair blew in the wind. His bangs almost reached over his grey eyes, but not quite.

"Damn, what do you keep in that jacket? You look like a different person" Andy stated. Andy followed suit with his weapons so that the two stood there facing each other.
"A lot of stuff. Easily enough to fight an army,"Beowulf chuckled at his joke. He reached behind his back and took the two scabbards, one into each hand. He tossed one of them and it slid in the ground, stopping at Andy's feet.

"We will begin when Aree calls it, do you agree?" Beowulf inquired and Andy nodded.

The two got into fighting stances as they stared eachother down, waiting for the signal for the battle to begin. Beowulf solemnly stated.
"Age. Fac ut gaudeam" (Originally latin. Translation: Go ahead. Make my day!)

Hear ye, hear ye. In the opinion of this poster, this thread is insufficiently silly. I am now imposing a fine of one silly post, written by myself.

You brought this on yourselves.



While the various new Stick Factions, Vagrants, Yuukiists, Mamiists, and other people who were just there for the brawl had no idea what the inner layout of Erika Multinational consisted of, there was one faction that did. The Instigators. Because two of them had run loose in Special Projects long enough to steal an experimental generator and blow lots of stuff up. That's the scientific term for the plan they executed.

And when you know where something is, and you have a teleportation staff, you can go back there. And that's exactly what Ash's plan consisted of. It wasn't a very complicated plan. She figured she could wing the rest.

And thus it was that she teleported with a sulfurous *BAMF* into a darkened laboratory room. But light is no problem when you're an evil spellcaster. Man what I could do if I were an evil spellcaster. Errr... where was I? Right. Lab.

"This doesn't look like any special projects lab I've ever seen..." Ash murmured, using her wand for a sparkler. "This is supposed to be the main power generator... oh no."

For at that moment Ash realized that Erika Multinational had discovered a way to redirect teleportation.

"Where have they taken me? This place doesn't look so dangerous. It almost looks like a pastry shop. Crossed with a genetics laboratory... The skeletons are a rather un-Erika like touch. Maybe they've just randomized teleportation..."

As she considered her situation she wandered across the lab to a shelf full of pies sitting under a cooling hood.

"Oooh, is that a banana cream?" She reached for a pie, picked it up, and noticed a slip of paper beneath it.

And from every direction, the young Instigator, who was trying her best to look evil and menacing, was suddenly, egregiously, and overwhelmingly pied.

Through a thick layer of sticky, yet delicious cream filling, Ash thought she could see something moving. It was hard to identify, but one thing was for sure.

It was certainly not a penguin.*
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*An homage to Shoka, who wrote before my time.

The Changeling still looking like a Puchuu had found an operating laptop and began to play with it, "Come on now you strange machine do something funny..." The imp smashed on the keyboard for a good five minutes with little success. Finally it simply got board and started to whack it against the table, "If ya don't want to do anything for me, I can do something for you. Hee Ha Hoo Hee!" After several minutes of the abuse the laptop finally split into two with the keyboard compants joining more debris on the store's floor.

The imp zoomed around in the air for a little more before stopping at the cellphone display. "Now what strange toys are these? Ohhhhhh....they pop open when you flick your wrist! Hee Ha Ha Hee!" The Changeling began playing with one of the phones, opening and closing it over and over again with much delight. Eventually his Puchuu hand pressed a button, "Hee Ha Hoo Hoo! They make noise too! Lets make some more...." The imp started to randomly press numbers and buttons on the cell until it fianlly made a real call. "Hello?" The imp began laughing at the top of his lungs, "Ha Ha Hee Hoo Ha Hee! It speaks! Hoo Hoo, what a wonderful device, I must keep this..." The person on the other end was really confused, "Who the hell are you? How did you get this number?" "Hoo Ha Hee!" "Ok, freak I'm hanging up!" "Awww....do not stop, keep talking you wonderful thing." But teh other person had already hung up. "Come now speak bloody thing! Come on and speak some more!"

By this time the Vagrants had approached the wreaked store, most of the normal Puchuus had moved onto the other stores on the street however there was still one Puchuu still in the store and it could fly! Not only that but it could to speak English as well and seemed to having an arugment with a cellphone. "Bloody, blasted thing. Speak damn you! I want to hear more words come from you!" The Vagrant team entered the store and slowly surronded the peculiar Puchuu.

Before any of the Vagrants could make their move the Changeling spotted them. "So you want the useless device...here see if it talks to you!" The imp hurled teh phone at one of the Vagrants and connected with the person's head. "Hoo Ha Hoo! Can't catch can you? Here have some more talking things! Ha Hee Hoo!" The imp let loose with a hail of cellphones at the assorted Vagrants, hitting a few in the head and some in the arm. When teh imp ran out of phones to throw the Vagrants began to close their circle, "I think we've found our Puchuu, get ready to grab it." But the imp had already been capture once and it didn't want to repeat that ordeal. "So, you think you can catch me? Me thinks you are wrong!" Quickly the Changeling changed its form in a process that looked simular to someone rapidly forming claw or mud from a Puchuu into a skull with wings. It zoomed right up to the Vagrant team's leader and yelled "BOO!" into his face. The Vagrant jumped backard and landed on his rear which gave the imp a chance to escape. It flew out of the store laughing the whole way, "Haa Hee Ho Hoo Hee Hee Ha Ha Hoo!"

(OOC:
Summery:
-Changeling has fun with a laptop then prank calls someone
-Vagrant team three enters store and spots Changeling
-Changeling spots Vagrants and starts a cell phone fight then escapes by scaring the team leader

ok umhyuk your go.)

This post has been edited by Hetz on Sep 21 2004, 08:54 PM

Erika Multinational...finally

After getting hit with an onsen gun, getting glomped by Ash, getting hugged by a smelly cosplayer, and worst of all, ignored by the cute unicorn pony...Ameryll was finally getting close to the center of the trouble: Erika Multinational. The sidewalks were crowded with the puuchu creatures, stick figures, and many others. She couldn't even see the pavement below them, let alone a path wide enough for her to navigate her mount down.

Fortunately for Ameryll, the unicorn didn't seem to mind the challenge. He dropped his head to chest level and charged. Everyone looked up in alarm, but they were packed so tightly together there wasn't really anywhere to go.

The unicorn's horn went through a stick figure, but there wasn't really any substance to the figure so he disintigrated. Another one simply lay down on the pavement, and went under the unicorn's hooves without damage. A third one sort of bonded to the unicorn's neck like a tattoo. He shook his head violently trying to dislodge the stick, but the ink held fast. Glider quickly pulled out a sponge and some soap. The stick figure quickly hopped off onto a nearby puuchu, rather than get scrubbed into oblivion. Glider "Wark"-ed in triumph.

The puuchus were another matter. By the time the trio managed to emerge on the other side of the crowd, the unicorn had three puuchu's hung on his horn; run right through the middle.

Ameryll wrinkled her nose. "Such death is so...wasteful."

Glider pulled some tomatoes out of pocket space and stuck them on the unicorn's horn, turning him into a giant puuchu-cabob. The unicorn moved to roast the creatures over a rampage inspired fire. Ameryll wrinkled her nose.

"Wark!" Glider exlaimed.

"It's not wasteful...but it is disgusting. It's not the carnage, but burning polyester stinks."

After a few moments, the polyester of the puuchus melted under the intense heat, causing it to drip slowly into the fire. Glider looked dissapointed, but hopped up onto Ameryll's shoulder. The unicorn shook the remains of the shish-cabob off.

Slowly, Ameryll made her way to the gate of EM with the unicorn in tow. It was heavily guarded. Up until now Ameryll had been so focused on getting here, she hadn't actually thought of how to get in.

The two visible guards held up their hands to stop Ameryll from walking in. "I'm sorry, sir. No visitors are allowed inside at this time; only employees." The unicorn and Glider continued to walk past the guards unhindered.

"But you let my mount through," she inquired.

"Cute pony!" Said one guard, briefly channelling Ameryll's author. She shook her head, confused.

"You don't need to see my identification," Ameryll said as she waved her hand. *sweatdrop*

"We don't need to see your identification," the guards repeated.

"I can go about my business," Ameryll continued.

"You can go about your business," the guard repeated once again. Ameryll moved through quickly before they realized what had happened. She had to admit, mind tricks came in handy, even if they were subversive.

Ameryll looked over her shoulder to see a stick figure at the gate. A big caption under the stick figure said "Jedi." It raised a line which was supposed to be a hand and waved it in front of the guard. "You don't need to see my identification," appeared in a bubble over it's head.

"You want to erase him, or should I?" One guard asked the other.

Silly stick, can't do hand waving without hands.

Ameryll continued on into EM.

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Tag. Fox/Bozo. Hope that was ok. If not, I'll re-write.

OOC: I like ponies, if that wasn't incredibly obvious. Thanks for the horse, Jubai!

[ooc: And now, we must continue teh funnay]

Ash waited impatiently the five minutes it took her staff to recharge. The first order of business was to get back to Instigator HQ and get her outfit changed. It's very hard to be evil when you're covered in vorpal cream.

Finally, she was able to activate the device again...

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Fox continued to configure the splicing tube before him. EM hadn't captured very much of the necessary raw materials from the Sadisticks, so he was going to have to make sure this was done right the first time. When he was satisfied with the design, he picked up the glass cylinder of goo resting on the nearby console.

He was about to insert it into a slot at the base of the larger tube when there was a bright orange flash and a loud *BAMF* behind him. He jumped in surprise and the dropped the smaller container of splicing goo, which shattered on the floor, splattering its contents.

Dammit.

Fox whirled around, the gravitic knuckles on his gloves humming to life... only to stop short as he saw who had just ported in.

The scent of sulfur hung in the air as Fox looked over Ash with as at least as much amusement as annoyance. The young Instigator wore the standard black cloak, and was rather striking in appearance... dark skin with grey stripes, black hair with red streaks...

... and copious amounts of pie filling.

It appeared yet another author wanted to a shot at interacting with EM's Director of Research and Development.

"Been doing some unauthorized teleporting, I see." Fox said when he had sufficiently calmed down. "Now, who are you and why shouldn't I call the EEKs right now?"

"Mr. Fox?" the girl said with as much dignity as she could muster in her current condition, ""Err... I'm a technician from SpliceStar Techologies Incorporated, sir."

"Really?" Fox asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. She must have been new, or he would have remembered her, "The company dress code must've changed since I left."

"It's Shadowdancer's fault. Black is just so fashionable!"

"She certainly did have Style," Fox said with a nod, "So, what is it you're here for?"

"We detected you were getting ready to activate the splice tube here, and you don't have any software registered with us. Would you like some software to operate that thing? It's the latest version; seventy percent more efficient."

Fox glanced at the odd piece of technology the Instigator was holding. "This looks like a teleportation device."

"Well, that's how we download the latest upgrades, sir. Which is of course very secure. You should always trust content from SpliceStar."

"Just like I always trust content from Microsoft?" Fox replied, sitting down on one of the cylinders. "I appreciate the offer, but I know a thing or two about these devices... you see... I was one of the founding members of SSTI. I kind of invented these."

"Wow, really?" she said, her eyes widening, "I've heard soooooooooooo much about you!"

Uh oh.

The 5-foot tall Instigator suddenly glomped Fox with astounding force, nearly knocking him off his perch atop the splicing tube. She latched onto him and squeezed. Fox could almost see the hearts dancing over her head... unless those were just spots in his vision from lack of oxygen.

"Can I have your autograph?"

[ooc: I have lots of other stuff going on... heck of a lot of people needing to work with me and way too many ideas to write down. Sorry to everyone waiting...]

"Up seems a bit safer," I said, gesturing toward the rooftops. "There aren't as many of them there...but not everyone can jump far enough to really travel effectively that way."Sorry if I don't remember, but can you do that, or not?"

(ooc: SHort and stupid. Again. Dammit, I'm losing my touch!)

Eladio and his Vag-chuu army were proving to be a difficult enemy to deal with as the EM soldiers found out. The Vagrant army did a good job keeping the pressure on the EM army. The chibi-Largos and soldiers were either getting beaten down or blown away, while the cat-girls were shot by the onsen rifles first, then beaten down or blown away.

Eladio saw the flaming lance and quickly threw V-blade at the incoming object. The two crashed into each other causing a white ball of light on the exact spot where they hit. When the light faded, the lance disappeared and V-blade flew back to it’s owner as Eladio caught it with his right hand.

“Nice try” said Eladio chuckling as he spots his attempted assassin on the rooftop.

After Tak had to dispatch of the cute ness that was trying to play eat the N1NJ4 he had some how managed to end up near the attack happing on the EM. (To much typing to explain.)

He Spots Sabin attack the leader of the attacking arm against the EM forces. Sabin uses the "KATON: KARYUU ENDAN!" landing a few feet away from the flames. Tak appears beside him.

“Having fun so what with all the Puchuus? Damn things are ever where.”

Two Vag-chuus leap out of nowhere at Tak and Sabin. Tak pulls his two-ended sword and quickly dispatches them by cutting them in half.

You handle their leader and I keep any more of these things from attacking you.”
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Summary:

Tak shows up to support Sabin in his attack. W00t burniation!

[OOC]
Some important information conserning the UDWS:

1) Unless otherwise told they are mostly human sizsed sticks(that is not of the SGVetinari kind)

2) Those reffered to as VagrantGuys(VGs) are also sticks, just wearing a stickified Vagrant coat.

3) There are only 15 unnamed VGs in the field right now, and they are
a)5 forming Team 5 whom got beaten up by the Mamiist. They are infront of the main gate of EM, they also got an extra beating from a unicorn.
b)5 forming Team 4 led by the now named VG 'Des Cover' for a total of 6. They have taken General Eladio's catapult(with his permission).
c)and 5 forming Team 3. They are trying to capture the Changeling, and inject him(it?) with the SSS.

4) VGU and SGVani are in the 3rd lab(1st self destructed after WOK found it, 2nd is an undersea site)

5) VGShura is somewhere else.

Just thought I would try cleaning up some confusions before I satrted.

I don't have time to do more, but here is a short one:
[/OOC]

Team 4

“Understood General” said Des as his party started to take the catapult. "Well then, get that thing rolling to the place where those Iota Mamiist had been.

Summary:
- Des is having Team 4 moving the catapult to the place where MDF Command Point Iota previously had stood.

Lazy kicked the wakizashi aside.

"Thanks but no thanks, I think I'll stick with my traditional wepon of choice"

He too discarded his trenchcoat to reveal a thick blue shirt, (It's knife proff btw). He tossed his other wepons and coat too Aree, Then he drew hist katana. The runes on the blade glowed red, Lazy grinned. This was gonna be fun.

"With pleasure"

Shura
[Sometime before Nightstrife's and Ameryll Windwalker's posts]

Shura was on his way to the front gate, so far so good with the plan. Team 5 and 3 had both fullfilled their assignments regarding the MDF, and Team 4 were on their move for some more.

"How is the plan proceding here?" he asked the Leutenant of Team 5, whom with his team had moved to the gates after their assignment.

"No trouble at all. Those MDF proved to be no trouble at all, I think they called themself Epsilon or something over the radio," the leutenant said.

"Good, now only the one closest to the EM walls remains. Carry on with the plan leutenant. the Vagrants should not be too far away, so join with them when they come by. I've got a message from Des that General Eladio has accompanied himself with some Puchus they called VagChus," Shura said before leaving for Team 4.

[insert NightStrife's and Ameryll Windwalker's posts here]
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Team 4

Des and his Team arrived the place Command Point Iotta once stood,. What met their eyes were a charred viehecle and some MDFs lying on the ground.

"What in Dom's name has happened here? This was not according to plan!" Des exclaimed.

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Summary:
- Team 5 was responsible for taking care of CP Epsilon.
- Team 4 arrives CP Iotta with catapult in tow, and don't see what they expect.

[OOC]
There, a little bit more flesh on this one.

Hetz slowly regained conciousness and found himself lying face down in the street. There was a sharp pain on the top of his head, he reached for it and came back with a hand full of red. "Damn it, I'm bleeding..." Hetz looked around finding no signs of combat except for a group of people up on a rooftop. A few feet away, lying on the ground Hetz found his cap, "Better put this in my pocket for now...don't want it to get blood stained....great I lost thos tongs too." But it didn't matter Hetz was no longer in the mood to find what ever that freak in the sheet had lost. After getting up and dusting himself off, Hetz went off looking for something to stop the head wound with hoping he wouldn't pass out again before he could find help.

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Elsewhere, the hooded man and his assistant Zimo where finishing off a group of Puchuus that had decided to bother them. "Annoying creatures....now finish that last one off so we can find that Changeling..." With his large arm, Zimo ripped the head of the Puchuu clear off its shoulders. "Good now lets contiune....the most likely place he could have gone would be a large collection of people...or perhaps he's taken of these creatures' forms.....no matter, Dr. Hirokiri's fee has just tripled..."

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Deep within the bowls of the EM complex, one Dr. Hirokiri was nevously sitting at his desk in the "Research and Develoment" department. He had just received a most disturping phone call not a half hour ago. His black market buisness associate had called sounding very angry and did not have good news. The "specimen" had escaped and now was lost in the middle of a fan rampage but what made matters even worse the rampage was heading right toward his work complex. And if rumors from outside were true, fighting had already broken out right in front of the EM main building. This not good, not only is the specimen lost but that idiot called my office phone not my personal cell.....if the big wigs in management had decided to listen in on that call this whole experiment will be for nothing.....




(OOC:

Summery:
-Hetz awakes to witness Andy and Beo's duel
-Zimo nad his boss take care of a few Puchuus
-Dr. Hirokiri, a low level EM employee(NPC) worries about an underhanded buisness deal

This post has been edited by Hetz on Sep 22 2004, 08:58 AM

"Runes eh? So I'm not the only one."
Beowulf held out his hand as the other wakizashi flew back into it. He drew them both and tossed the sheathes over to Aree. His wakizashis had engravings of their own that glowed a deep blood rust color. He held both his swords and waited for Aree to call the match.

(OoC: For all who don't know, a wakizashi is a short katana.Just felt like informing the masses.)

“Nice try” Sabin gestured for Tak to deal with the lackeys while Sabin looked at Eladio.

"I take it you have no clue who you are dealing with" Sabin said, forming a Tora seal.

"That was a nice trick but..." Sabin suddenly vanished, reappearing directly behind Eladio.

"... it won't work again"

[ooc]Bring it. If you dare [/ooc]

macloud looked out if the window.
he saw the puchuu horde attacking the building. suddenly the radio he'd been equipped screamed that the gates were under attack.

and something inside macloud quietly snapped.

he quietly walked over to the elevator and pressed the"gorund floor" button.
as the elevator decended he heard the speakers playing"fly me to the moon"
"first, some yellow bloody rodent gets in my office"
his hand clenched around the shovel, his knuckles white.
"then a whole horde of them attack the buildling"
his eyes suddenly became lit by yellow flames.
"and to cap it all off, I HAVENT HAD MY FIRST TEA OF THE DAYYYY!"
the door opened with a "ting", and out came macloud, his form surrounded by a flameing aura of chi.
he walked through what was left of enterance and saw the puchuus swarming the gates.
macloud looked on and smiled.
"HERE COMES THE PAIN TRAIN!"

[ooc:if someone whants to us me IC have fun he equipped with the anti hentai shovel, and a flak vest - just dont kill him- im rather partial to him]

This post has been edited by macloud on Sep 22 2004, 10:57 AM

[OOC]Hetz: Sorry for not geting it up sooner, I was still deciding the effects of the SSS[/OOC]
Team 3
"Hee Hoo Ho Ha He Haa Hee" the Changeling, now a skull with wings of sorts, raved about as it escaped the store.

The VGs, still a little startled by the sudden change in what they originally had thought was just a bit unusual puchu, got back their composure, "Now that one would prove to be far more effective with our plans than any puchu would. How about we inject that creature with the SSS rather than some mere puchu?"

The leutenant that had goten the changeling in his face(litterry) needeed no time for thought on the matter and yelled, "Well what are you wa<iting for?! After it!"

As they followed it they found that they were closing in on the EM gates. Being the quick team leader that he was the Team 3 leutenant got the following message sendt to VG Team 5, "Flying skull heading your way. Need help stoping it and injecting it with SSS," now that little critter were going down.

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Team 5
Having recieved the message from Team 3, Team 5 were now on the move. Knowing that the thing was flying, they had borrowed a few blowpipes from Big Chief(yea I know he's back to General Eladio, but that wont stop me from geting blowpipes )before they left the gates.

"There it is!" they stoped.

"It's flying too high to hit," right then an explotion took place mid-air right abowe the wall.

"Hee Ho Haa, fireworks, pretty. I want it," the critter began moving towards where the exlotion had taken place, and at the same time reducing it's altitude.

"Now! Hit it now!" the Team 5 leutenant took aim and blew syringes of SSS after the critter, hiting square on.

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Des Cover and Team 4

"Damn it, what the hell are you doing?! The fuse were way too short, the rock exploded before it even were above the compound!" Des Cover were frustrated. Not only had the command post been destroyed, but the weapon reserves there had been blown up too. Oh well guess they would have to do with what they got from those other Mamiists. This was one of the reasons why VGs usually came back from their missons without having used their own weapons much(and thus not cost the UDWS anything), they stole their adversaries' gear, modified it and used it against them.

"OK, pull the arm back into place again and before the explosives are loaded I want to inspect them," four of the VGs on Team 4 began seting the catapult again, while the fift sat down mixing gunpowder nitroglycerin and other stuff into a brown container.

"No need to do that," the VG mixing the explosives felt something on his back, he turned around, "At least not yet. On this one I want to test out my own stuff," Shura said as the VG looked up on him.

"Yare, yare. You just love the dramatic entrance don't you? Well you heard the man, loa...." Des was intrrupted by one of the VGs on the catapult.

"What in Dom's name is that?" what he was pointing on was a huge floating figure.

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The Changeling
"It was painfull at first, but this could be fun. Pa-pa-papacha papa-papa-papacha" now having transformed itself into a Pochi it also temporarily traded its 'Hee Ho Haa' speak for the Pochi speak.

[Tag Hetz]
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Summary:
- Team 3 chases after the changeling, bent on making that one the subject of the SSS.
- Team 3 recieves help from Team 5
- Explotion abowe the wall of the EM compound, the changeling gets distracted and the SSS is sucsessfully injected into the Changeling.
- Team 4 is responsible for the aformentioned explotion, and the VGs appears as prefering to use their adversaries' weapons rather than their own.
- Shura arrives CP Iotta(or what's left of it) and joins Team 4.
- The changeling has grown to RaZ size, and is currently in Pochi form.
- Team 4 will continue lobing explosives into the compound.

[OOC]
Wether the changeling will be attacking EM, those outside EM, or just a little of both is up to Hetz to decide. The UDWS ofcourse hopes that it will turn on EM.
And making creatures huge is just the SSS effect on the changeling, on sticks the SSS makes them as strong as a normal human(ie. don't effect their size).
[/OOC]

[Mackay] - Let's try that again..
Location: Mackay's Quarters, Kimiko Arcade

Alexander Mackay slept, stirring and twitching as he recalled the days when he took lives without thinking. When he was just a blind follower of an optimistic and misguided ideal.

He did good back then, but it was never the focus of his flashbacks. Flashbacks rarely focus on the good things. It's like some unbreakable law.

"KIRA!" He broke from the flashback-nightmare in a cold sweat, sitting bolt upright.

He looked around.. "This isn't .. no, of course it isn't.."

A familiar voice, unenthusiastic and often droll, came over the intercom, "Baka.."

"Piroko? What's been going on?"

"Other than you and your little episodes.. a rampage," the AI construct reported.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Should I really be disturbing you? Besides, I tried. You sleep like a rock."

Mackay ignored the statement and grabbed his usual fatigues, slipping them on. Taking his military holster, already holding his USP and two extra clips, he fastened it's straps about his torso. Snagging his longcoat, it joined the fatigues on his person and covered the holster. Nearly finished, he clutched his staff and slung it onto his back, then clipped the scabbard for his bulat steel short sword, with remodeled celtic woodwork, to his belt.

He was about to leave when..

".. Wait.."

"You're forgetting the Bracer and Core, aren't you?" asked Piroko-rin over the intercom.

"Well, you wanna join me, right?"

"Yeah, sure, fine.. Bring me my steed, or whatever."

"You're not Pirogoeth."

"I'm glad for that."

"Don't insult the Bright Lady. Her Knights may become good allies."

"..."

Mackay just sighed, and headed for CoreOps, to retrieve the Bracer and the Core, or 'AI harness', and Piroko-rin's matrix cube.


"Mind watching where you're grabbing, 'chivalrous one'..?"

".. sorry.."

It took awhile to get the Core and Bracer on, but it went easier once Mackay took his coat off.


"Okay, so does 'Sparks' have a report on the status of the 'Kaminari'?" asked Mackay.

"He says it's basic frame is pretty much ready. Just need the modular equipment and weapons," came the flat reply.

"Well, as long as it has the leg-mounted thrusters, I should be able to make it to Erika Multinational, Lands Beyond V.90, or, if necessary, Kit's Armory. One of them should have access to Patlabor-scale Vernier rockets and, hopefully, something like that Disc Launcher I've had my eyes on. I think it was a Magnetic Accelerator of sorts.. That DEMP[1]-type disc it fires is very, well, destructive."

"You do know that I've been owning plenty of baka NewBloods with that Spinfusor you're describing, right?"

"You've been playing.. wait.. nevermind. Of course you have been."

"What, you expect an AI Construct based on a game entity NOT to game?" she said, fairly irritated at his lapse in intelligence.

"Nevermind.. just get the thing ready for launch out back."

--

Mackay stood at the end of the alleyway in some dramatic pose. Most of the pedestrians just ignored him.. and the alley-length hangar door that was being retracted (anyone remember SwatKats? Damn that hangar was cool).

Soon, a Patlabor of a very unique design began to slide up a ramp towards Mackay's position, cockpit port open.

Leaping backwards, complete with backflips, he landed with precision in the Command Couch[2] of the cockpit, the hatch closing shut before him.

"Alright.. let's take this baby out for a little 'spin' .."

"Very 'punny', Mackay," said Piroko-rin, only vaguely amused.

Why was it punny? Too much Spinfusor talk beforehand.

The 'Labor unit tensed it's legs, and proceeded to burst into the air, leaping forth towards EM.. and the battlefield.


But this battlefield will have more than just a not-so-giant robot to worry about, with this new arrival's appearance..

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[Summary]
-Mackay's awake. Again. Except now it's for real.
-Ready to go!
-Mini-Mecha go!

-Mackay is probably being characterized alot like me at this point..

This post is making me yearn for a few rounds of Tribes..

Kaminari is my custom Armored Core that I've used for both of the PS2 game series. All of its parts are Emeraude/Crest, with it ending up with a light core, medium legs, medium arms, and a head of the *EYE line. In this case, think of it as having this configuration from AC3:

CHD-MISTEYE
CCL-01-NER
CAM-01-MHL
CLM-02-SNSK

Edit: I forgot the numbered 'endnote/footnote' things.. bah..

[1]DEMP - Destructive Electro-Magnetic Pulse. From the Dark Forces/Jedi Knight games, and thus from Star Wars. I'd like to think the Spinfusor's explosive discs are DEMPs, of the very destructive kind. Very lethal to .. just about everything.

[2]Command Couch - Term used in BattleTech to describe the seat upon which a pilot of a BattleMech sits. I use it because I'm familiar with it.

This post has been edited by Aleksander_Storm on Sep 23 2004, 11:31 AM

Markinson let his power spread lightly over the city as he stood there, searching for something.... someone. He could sense the puchuus all around, wreaking havoc and chaos, as he'd intended. That much was good... But there was something wrong.

Why was one of his allies sans pants? Or a shirt? Oh... it was the Vagrant guy. That explained a massive amount right there. In fact, it explained A Lot Of Things ™. But he was being menaced by... "That guy. An annoyance, little more. These EM defenses, however, are becoming particularly bothersome." With that, he produced a calculator, and started up some calculations.

---In orbit, at the MTCD orbital laser cannon platform control station---

One of the techs was calibrating the cannon, programming in various coordinate points, just in case, when he sneezed.

And hit the fire button.

The orbital cannon charged, and fired off a charged laser beam towards earth, where it bounced off of no less than three make-up mirrors, one full standing mirror, at least three bald peoples' shiny heads, two plot devices, a RAZ tail, and Draegos's copy of Neverwinter nights, and from there impacted the outer wall of EM, blasting a sizable hole in it.

---And...---

Markinson blinked. "Wow, what were the odds of that?"

Fox finally managed to escape from Ash's grasp, not an easy task when dealing with a determined evil fangirl. For a moment, he contemplated the similarity between fanpersons and zombies - especially since this one seemed to want him for his brains.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway to Special Projects told him that he'd managed to extricate himself just in time. There was no telling what someone might think if they found him with some mysterious, creme-pie-covered girl hanging around his neck.

Especially since the someone who had just arrived was Fox's assistant, Shion. The bespectacled young tech seemed rather excited by the commotion.

"Fox!" she said as she rushed into the Special Projects lab, "Have you seen what they're attacking us with?"

"I've heard..." Fox said. "What about them?"

"Well, it looks like they've got a new kind out there now - something called VagChus. They've got these little hats and coats - they're really cute in a freaky kind of way... and... um..."

Fox groaned. He remembered the Miho Blanket rampage and the hordes of dollfies that the girls of the former CoM had unleashed on the city... He knew exactly what Shion was going to say next....

".... I want one!"

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A section of the walls retracted in front of Seth and several heavily armed EEKs stepped out, a Patlabor looming behind them. Looking quickly around for signs of hostiles, the troops quickly surrounded the Mamiist and practically dragged him back inside.

"You said there are sticks out there?" one of them asked.

"Yeah. They turned on me after I agreed to help them," Seth said, "I've got information on their equipment and weapons."

"Looks like another one for Fox," the Knight said, lowering his icethrower, "Poor guy's trading a good battle for all those meetings..."

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The fighting raged around the Erika Multinational complex. From the walls of the faction's defensive perimeter, two EEKs watched the battle below.

"Who are the Yukiists fighting down there?" one asked the other, "We didn't miss the order to attack, did we?"

"Nope," the other replied, scanning the battlefield through binoculars, wincing occasionally as he spotted some of the more eyeburning combatants, "Still waiting for the right time to strike."

"Right... so who's fighting them, then?"

The second EEK stitled a laugh, "I think they have the Erika Hayasaka Fan Club confused with us. They're fighting Girl Phase fanboys."

"I almost feel sorry for them."

"Which side?"

"Either one. And it was only almost."

"They're still fans of the Grey Lady. Shouldn't we help them?"

"Nah," the first said, "Let's just let the two problems solve each other until the time is right to attack."

"Yeah, yeah..." the second said, "We're among the best trained and equipped troops in Megatokyo, we've faced mutant food, crossplayers, stick figures, mutant food, gothy dolls, more stick figures, and more mutant food. Why are we just sitting here making sardonic comments?"

It was at that moment that a much-reflected orbital laser shot finally ricocheted into the wall, throwing chunks of plating and concrete into the air.

"Damn. Second time this week."

"Seems that way."

"Didn't they just rebuild that?"

"Seems that way."

"It's time to attack now, isn't it?"

"Seems that way."

[tag, Bozo/Ameryll - remember the idea?]

Hetz was lucky enough to find a discarted first-aid kit out in the middle of the street. He bandaged his wound as best he could but he had started to feel light headed thanks to the loss of blood. "Uuuugggghhhhh....where do I go now?" Without warning a large beam of light streaked from nowhere and a huge explosion rocketed the area. "Whoa...what was that?" Still light-headed and not thinking too clearly Hetz made his way to the spot of the explosion. "I wonder what happened? I bet there's a cool looking crater..."

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Not five blocks away from the EM, the hooded man and his assistant Zimo watched in awe as the orbital laser made a direct hit on the Erika Multinational building complex. "Looks like Hitokiri might be in some trouble.....it would be a shame that his research was lost in that blast....." Zimo looked at his master, "Should we investigate?" The hooded man nodded, "My plans would be set back if Hitokiri and his lab were lost in that explosion though we still need to find that Changeling....come let's see how bad the damage is."

As the duo neared the EM complex they beheld a very unsual sight. A large creature was strolling around right outside the complex wreaking anything and everything in its path. "Master, do you think that is the Changeling?" The hooded man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small iron pipe. "There's only one way to find out..." With all his might the hooded man hurled the iron pipe at the large creature. The pipe flew through the air and hit squarely between the creature's eyes.

"AAArrrrggghhhhhh...it burns! It burns! Iron has touched me!" With a cry of pain the injured Changeling started to attack and destroy everything and anyone. Before it had been just fun but now it was angry and it did not care what it attack weather it be EM personel, members of Vargant or bystanders. "Who dares to touch me with iron! I will have my vengence! PaPa-pa-papacha Pacha!" The hooded man chuckled, "Heh Heh, I believe we have found our Changeling....."


(OOC:
Summery:
-an injured Hetz witnesses the orbital laser's strike and goes to see the resault
-Zimo and the hooded man also see the laser strike
-said duo locate the Pochi shaped Changeling playfully wreaking things
-hooded man hits Changeling in between the eyes with an iron pipe
-angered Changeling lashes out at everything

they towards him like a sea odf yellow, but Macloud didnt care.
Time and again he swung his shovel.
WHANG! a bunch of puchuu flew off in one direction.
WHANG! a bunch of vagrant guys flew off in another.
in what felt like a long time he was enjoying himself.
WHANG!
he was in charge
WHANG!
he was being the hero
WHANG!
and he felt unstoppable....
KLONK!
macloud stopped, confused, and tried again...
KLONK!KLONKKLONKKLONKKLONKLKONK!
now macloud was really confused, and stopped to look at what was stopping his shovel.
and looked up...and up....
finally he saw the head of what looked like the bastard lovechild of godzilla and ozzy ozbourne [with none of the charm], its head currently the location of maclouds anti hentai shovel.
At this point Maclouds aura of flame suddenly petered and fizzled out, as "commonsense macloud" finally took over Macloud....
then promptly saw the monster and offered the seat back to "psycho hosebeast macloud".
the beast looked down at macloud, and glowered.
macloud looked up, paniced "errr - eheh - hi?"
WHACK!
in hindsight Macloud seemed to master the art of flying through the air reasonably well.....
now, if he could just master the "dodging the ground" part.....

summary
-macloud meets changling - changling wins
-macloud currently flying through air at greater rate of knots
-errm, little help here?

Macloud, you just made that too much fun for me not to play with.


Macloud sailed through the sky, barely missing the beam of the MTCD orbital cannon. He flew past the large amount of Puuchus, and strait into EM HQ. His trajctory was taken down by the automated guns at EM, which shot at him. Each bullet missed by fractions of an inch.

He sailed down, and landed atop a geyser of boiling hot water. Due to anime and game physics, he sailed right up at the feeling of heat, dropping right next to where Kyle and Kely were situated on the wall, shovel landing square on Kyle's head.

[moments before]

Kely: Hey, Kyle, did you notice that every woman with a white tee-shirt that has come within visual range has had their shirt get completely soaked with water?

Kyle: Yeah.... I love having this Telekinesis spell.

*CLANG*

"Well, sir," Kely said indicating Macloud, "You've got great timeing, whoever you are..."


[Summary]

Macloud goes whoosh! accross the city, shovel punnishing a pervert (Kyle) where he lands.

Having dumped the remainder of his grenades on the puchuus, Hunter decided to restock from the stores of ammo in his apartment. He slung his pulse rifle over his shoulder, and drew his .50 Magnum revolver. Moving down the stairs, checking as he descended, he found that his room door had been bashed in, ostensibly by a pack of angered puchuus.

Great, the puchuus have broken in..

As moved towards his living room/kitchen/dining room, he heard 2 or 3 puchuus talking

"Puchuu?"
[so this guy took out how many of our people on the roof?]
"Chuu..."
[40 or 50, we got orders to pull back after he went to reload or something..]
"Puchuu-chuu!"
[Well, I hope this guy doesn't come down after us, I don't think we could take him!]

Hunter spun around the corner, smiling, and said "Peekaboo."

*BLAM BLAM BLAM*

In an instant, two puchuus were shot, and the third disarmed.

"AWW, WE DIE RIGHT AWAY!"

The third puchuu cowered in the corner as Hunter advanced on him. It was shakedown time.

"You understand English?"

"Puchuu"
[Yeah, but you won't get anything out of me, dog"

"It's really not a good idea to speak to somebody like that, particularly when they're pointing a gun at your head."

"Puchuu.."
[But you won't hurt me, I'm too cute...]

"Maybe, but I don't particularly care for cute."

"Chuu"
[Crap]

"Right, so who do you work for?"

"Puchuu"
[Great Master Markinson]

"Thank you. Goodbye"

"Chuu?"
[wtf?]

*BLAM*

Somehow the Vagrant guys seemed to have figured out targeting. Indeed now several rocks, packs of explosives and other stuff had found their way onto EM territory, damaging buildings, hitting troops and proving a general source of trouble.

"Where the heck are those coming from?!" a very annoyed Anthony Kane was shouting at a subordinate, pointing out of the window at another... car?... that hit the area, screaming driver still inside and somehow completely unharmed (Well, save the mental damage from being kidnapped and fired from a catapult by a group of coat wearing stick men that is.).

"Okay, report everybody! Where is that catapult? I want it taken out immediately!"
Startled by the voice that suddenly came out of the shadows behind him the security chief drew his sword, spun around and pointed it at an armed, caucasian man, wearing a jeans jacket and holding something that looked like a cell phone in his left hand.
"Ah! You're new on the job, right?" The figure continued, now talking to Anthony. "You must be Mr. Kane, the new security chief. Well of course you are! I read your file, you know. Watch where you're pointing this!" He pushed the blade a bit to the side and offered Anthony a hand. "My name's Lukkai, vice commander of Gossip. I guess we will be working together from time to time."

Kane and the Ranger shook hands. "Say, how did you..?""Appear right behind you? Ah, that's just a little trick of mine. Sometimes people just tend to ignore me. Oh, and please do so! I'm only walking around and looking where I can be of help. Now... It seems we have a whole in our security wall. We should get to work again!"

Right then a voice came over Lukkai's comm. "Stars here. I spotted the catapult. Will disable it."

"Very good Stars!" He turned to Kane again. "Don't worry. Stars is in fact the only one surpassing my skill with the rifle. That catapult should grow silent any second now. Now if you'll excuse me.." Lukkai walked out of the room and literally vanished between the busy people outside, preparing everything for the worst case scenario.

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A few blocks from the catapult, Benny McQuade a.k.a. Stars lied down into a comfortable position, looked at the wind and then carefully took aim for the one weak point of the siege weapon he could actually damage with his gun: The rope.

Old fashioned weapons do have their disadvantages guys! he thought and pulled the trigger two times. The two shots found their target immediately, cutting through the rope just as the Vagrant Guys were putting tension on it to reload again.

"Oh crap." Were the words of the one guy standing on the frame and holding the rope, ready to help reloading. Then he experienced what one could call a 'sudden and unintentional translocation through aerial medium.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaahhhh...I can see my HOUSE From up here..."

While experiencing the pleasure of free flight, the VG suddenly was also facing a problem. As the catapult was still pointing towards the Erika Multinational HQ, that was of course the direction he was flying to. And as everyone knew, Erika Multinational spend quite some money on air defense.
Of this, of course, he became aware immediately as he was hit by several bullets and barely missed by many others. Somehow though, the only thing those bullets did was piercing his coat. Still the hits and his worse aerodynamic features (thanks to the new holes in the coat) meant he was going down rather quickly now, hitting the wall first, then the fountain of water and finally, accompanied by a satisfying *CLUNCK*, the shovel that was still lying atop of Kyle's head.

"graaampa... is that..you..?"

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Ah well, couldn't resist.

[OCC:] Sorry Sabin, I have to end our battle because I’m a little behind in the story plot. But I’ll try to write a decent fight between us.[/OCC]

"...What!?" muttered Eladio as he blinked to discover that the ninja was no longer on the roof but has somehow appeared behind him.

*Clank* was echoed in the air as Eladio managed to defend himself with V-blade against the Ninja’s sword slash.

Eladio managed to push his enemy away as he fell into a defensive stance while the ninja’s stood tall with his sword leaning on his shoulder.

“Nice move” said the ninja “I’m Sabin of N1nj4”

“I’m General Eladio of Vagrant” said Eladio, his eyes was focused on enemy, “Now stand aside or else”

“Heh” said Sabin looking at Eladio with a small smile on his lips “I choose ‘else.’ ”

Sabin ran at top speed, catching Eladio off guard and began attacking with his ninja sword countless times. Eladio was barely able to defend himself as he was being overwhelmed by Sabin’s speed.

“What’s wrong? Can’t keep up?” taunted Sabin.

Danmit, He’s too fast! Well he is an ninja after all… thought Eladio trying to gain some ground.

Sabin continued his assault till he saw an opening on Eladio’s left side where he decided to strike at. Unfortunately, he fell into Eladio’s trap as the Vagrant tilted his sword to parry Sabin’s strike causing Sabin to step forward and ram his face into the General’s steel-toe combat boot which cause the ninja to fly a few feet backward. Sabin managed to roll himself out and into an fighting stance.

“No you don’t! Take this…..Wind Striker!” yelled Eladio as cut the air with an heavy slash causing an huge gust of wind towards Sabin. But, to Eladio’s surprise, Sabin easily jumps out the way.

“Nice work General” said Sabin as he wipe some blood coming from his mouth. “But playtime is over” Once again his hands were a blur of seals.

"KATON: KARYUU ENDAN!"

Sabin leaned forward and exhaled a huge lance of flame at Eladio who couldn't react fast enough. The lance hit the ground which exploded in front of Eladio, blasting the General backwards 6 feet before crashing to the ground hard.

“Ah…damn” said Eladio struggling to his feet.

"KATON: KARYUU ENDAN!" said Sabin again, firing the lance one more time. The area around Eladio exploded covering Eladio in dust.

“It’s over!” yelled Sabin running towards the dust cloud to finish Eladio off. Unfortunately as an Max Speed Sabin was within two feet away, the dust cloud dissipated, leaving Eladio in a very familiar pose.

“Dodge this” Eladio said calmly as he used his Wind Striker technique at point-blank range. Sabin was caught by the full force of the Gale blowing him away into the sky, crashing down in a park 4 blocks away. Eladio started breathing hard as he smiled.

“That was fun”

As the General got his breath back, he heard a loud sound behind him. Completely oblivious because of the battle, Eladio just realized two things:

One: That an large hole was made in the EM defense wall.

Two: That there was an giant Puchuu, running amuck, attacking anyone in sight.

Eladio begins to ponder his next move. ”Ok….lets see….Giant Puchuu….hole…..Giant Puchuu….hole”

Eladio then watches as the Giant Puchuu smack some guy into the air with relative ease.

“…I’ll think I’ll pick the hole” said Eladio. “Vag-Chuus!…Puch, puchi, Chuu!” [Vag-Chuus! The path is made, Let’s go!] said Eladio as he rallied his Vag-chuu army and entered the EM compound.

“Destroy everything in sight!…..Except the hospital areas!” said Eladio to his Vag-chuus.

There is no honor to attack sick or injured people thought Eladio began his attack.

This post has been edited by EBJ on Sep 25 2004, 01:20 AM

As General Eladio and his army got just inside of the hole a flash was seen and Tak standing in the hole looking at Eladio.

"Where do you thing you are going? You are not destroying anything."

Eladio was taken back for a moment but before he could react Tak used Karyuu Endan on him and his men. The ones that didn't get burnt charged. Tak quickly used his 2 bladed sword slicing right throught them and charging on Eladio's position.

He attacked with the same speed as Sabin and keep on him not letting up.

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Summary:

Tak attackes Eladio and hold his army from running a mock in the EM compound for a moment. Hoping that Sabin returns quickly.

Taks new weapon. Smaller version of the rock guys weapon on Ninja Scroll.

Karyuu Endan : A Katon (flame type) Ninjutsu technique where the ninja inhales deeply, drawing in a full chest of air. They then exhale, producing a very wide stream of flames that approach their target as a huge wall.

EBJ if need PM me.

This post has been edited by Tak on Sep 25 2004, 08:13 AM

[Mackay] - Eew.. Plush guts all over my 'boots'..

Mackay was bounding, jet-assisted, through the city. Every now and then, 'Kaminari' would step on a few Puchuus, and the odd Vagrant Guy.. (because, quite frankly, they are quite odd)

-Crunch-Squish-

"Eeew.. I keep stepping in these things.." Mackay complained.

-Crunch-Squish-

"They're all over the place, it's not easy to avoid.. unless you'd like to try hopping this multi-ton machine across rooftops," Piroko-rin offered, not really all that serious.

-Crunch-Squish-

"No, I think I'll stick to the streets.."

-Crunch-Squish-

"I'm reading multiple contacts all over the area. No overt EM transponders, however, detected beyond their compound's perimeter wall.." Piroko-rin reported.

-Crunch-Squish-

Piroko-rin continued, "Huh.. Just read an orbital beam discharge. Did alot of fancy, or, more likely, haphazard, redirection work from the beam signature's path. There's a pretty big hole in the side perimeter wall of the EM compound, now. Didn't they just rebuild that section..?"

-Crunch-Squish-

"I think so.." he answered, "I vaguely remember it being blasted last time I was there during a battle.. Real fuzzy, though, considering I wasn't actually conscious when it happened.."

-Crunch-Squish-

"So, what of the battle situation? If these Puchuus aren't fighting the EEKs, then who are they fighting?" asked Mackay.

-Crunch-Squish-

"From what I can tell? Hayasaka Fan Club. I'm betting EM is quite happy to let them take the hits."

-Crunch-Squish-

"Alright, then.. Um.. Are we almost to the campus? Should we get clearance for entry?"

"Don't worry, I've already got that covered.." the AI said.

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Received elsewhere:

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"... I'll take your word for it."

-Crunch-Squish-

[Summary]
-Much 'Crunch-Squish'
-Piroko-rin gets readings. Stuff happens outside, and she sees it. Kinda.
-AI Piroko says hello to EM. Wonder if they can tell she is?
-Author-Storm can't think of anything else to do for now.
(Anything I may be able to 'take by surprise' and do hit-and-run and whatnot upon, and would be worth such effort? Juni and her team for this thread (which may include King, whom Freelancer fans would recognize) need stuff to do)

Eladio: It's currently in the form of a Giant Pochi (damned if I know what that is.. Umhyuk's link didn't work when I checked it. Said it was Forbidden), not Puchuu.. unless that's changed and I forgot..

By the way.. are these Puchuu plushies or completely biological? Granted, only Zeth has thus far written them as having biological blood and guts, it'd still be nice to have clarification..

The enraged Changeling noticed the massive migration of Vag-Chuus into the complex. "Where do you think you are going!?" The Changeling zoomed over to the Vag-Chuus and began to smack a few into the air. Before it could really get into beating on the strange things the iron pipe went sailing again and hit the Changeling in the back of the neck. "Aaaaarrggghhhh, more iron! Who dares touch me with more iron!" It searched the street and noticed Zimo waving with his normal arm at it, "Hey shupid! Over here!" The Changeling charged Zimo, "You will pay for burning me!" It swiped at the hunchback with its large hand but before it could make contact Zimo punched it with his own large hand.

"AAaarrgggghhhhhh!!!" The Changeling pulled back his hand in pain, "It burns!" Zimo smiled with statisfaction and reveled to the Changeling the set of iron knuckles he had on. "Didn't expect these did ya?" Again the Changeling charged at Zimo and again the iron pipe struck it in the head. The hooded man was slowly walking toward the giant Changeling pulling an old potato sack from his overcoat. The man emptyed the sack onto the ground, a long chain and hook of iron fell out.

The Changeling's face turned from anger to fear, "No, I will not let you catch me again...." The hooded man picked up the chain and hook and started to swing them, "Heh heh, you don't have much of a choice in the matter..." As the Changeling turned to flee toward the EM complex, the man let loose the chain and the hook went flying and impailed itself into the Changeling's shoulder. "AAAAaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! The pain!!!"

The hooded man pulled on the chain and started to reel in the Changeling closer to the street. About the same time the SSS had finally run its course through the Changeling's body. A bulge formed at the top of its head growing larger until out popped a small bald imp with earth-toned skin. The rest of the giant form fell and landed in front of the hole in the wall as a mound of wet clay. "Hoo Hee Ha, thought you had caught me again did ya......what?!" Too busy gloating at the hooded man, the floating Changeling failed to see Zimo rush over with the sack and snaged the imp inside it.

"Excellent work Zimo." "Thank you master." "Good now that we once more have the Changeling in our possesion we may begin with the plan..." The duo slowly climbed over the mound of clay which by now had dried into a small hill and made their way into the EM complex. "I'm sure Hitokiri will be pleasently surprised at seeing us."

At the same time that the two strange beings were climbing over the clay Hetz stumbled out from an alleyway. "I know those two.....they were looking for some dog weren't they.....better see if they found what they were looking for...." Still dizzy from his head wound Hetz slowly made his way to EM following the steady stream of Vag-Chuus that were scurring over the mound of dried clay.


(OOC:
Summery:

-Angered Changeling spots the Vag-Chuus trying to escape
-Zimo and the hooded man confront the large Changeling
-The SSS that had been injected into the Changeling fianlly wears off
-Changeling is captured by the freaky duo and they head off to find Dr. Hitokiri
-Hetz makes it to the EM and follows everyone else inside

when maclouds eyes finally focused they revealed that yes, he was alive
yes, he was in one piece
yes, he....appeared to be wet.
painfully turning his head revealed that he'd somehow wound upnext to what appeared to be a geysr, the hot water drenching him.
after a seconfd of further focusing he realised there were three other people here, two it seemed whoam had been shoveled.
he looked over towards the third person, who didnt appear to be unconcious "uhh?"
"dont worry 'bout it" said the individual, who offered him a packet of pocky.
Macloud took a few sticks and, chewing contently, murmered " hehe it but a flesh wound".....

summary
-macloud regains conciousnss
-macloud meets kely [wasnt sure what gender kely was so left it vague]
-chews pocky
-author really enjoying this thread.

[OOC]Damn, forgot to test the link before I threw it up.

If you run a Google on Photon+Pochi you should get some results. Also if you have seen that anime(Photon) you should alreaddy know.

Lukkai:
[/OOC]

Shura, Des and Team 4 minus 1 FPVG(Flying Pervy VG)

"AAAAAAaaaaaaahhhh..........."

"Woa, I didn't know that VGs was that aerodynamic," one of the reamining VGs said, after seeing their comrade geting launched toward the compound.

*Bang* Their attention were quickly brought back to what was at hand, they were under fire from a sniper, "Damn, they have located us allready. Move it guys! get the catapult to location B, and you fix that rope while we are on the move," Des was frustrated that those pro EM had found them so fast. The plan was to use the catapult to try hiting more vital spots, while the overgrown critter would draw EM's attention elsewere. "Sir will you be going also?"

"No my plans have changed. Somehow fate has made a certain spot in the wall a bit weaker. I've got clay to blow up and adversaries to meet," Shura had a grin on his face. A disposed body is just so much easier(and much more fun) to blow up than those EM walls.

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Team 3 + Team 5

"Damn you guys look like hell, what the hell hapened?" the Team 4 leutenant asked as they met up with Team 5.

"Don't ask," was the reply he got. Of course who would like to recall the recent memories of first geting run down by a rabid Mamiite and then attacked by a magic fable creature. "Let's just get on with the plan and meet up with him in front of the gate."

"*Kssshhh* Change of plans guys. Move to the hole and help me out with that big lump of clay," it was Shura on the radio.

"OK, you heard him!" they began moving to the big hole.

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The one showeled 1 FPVG(Flying Pervy VG)

"Hmm, I really like that. Take it off,""Take off what? I'm a Stick Gal, I don't have anything to take off!"*CLUNK* he instantly woke up and found that he had been showeled by some driping wet guy with his mouth filled with Pocky. "What the hell was that for?!" he yelled at the offender.

"Hentai Baka," Macloud said smacking the VG once more with the showel, "Now what is your name, and how did you get in here?"

"Umn, he came in the same way as you did, through the air," Kely said.

"Oh, then what is your name Pervert Guy," Macloud pointed the showel at the VG.

"Why do everybody call me that?!! I'm a VG damnit! And my way of thinking is perfectly healthy for a guy!" the VG was really mad. From the very first moment he had joined the UDWS as a VG they began calling him PG(Pervert Guy) instead of VG, and after a while his actual name was forgoten.

"Hentai baka," once more the showel smacked the VG, "I asked for your name."

The VG was silent.

"What? Too good to ansver my question?" Macloud was geting impatient.

The VG was silent a bit more before uttering, "I've forgotten."

Macloud and Kely facefaulted.

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Shura

'Now what? A Ninja causing the Vagrant march to stop? We'll see aboput that.' Shura was geting closer to the hole in the wall. And could now see General Eladio and the Vagchu's being attacked by a N1NJ4.

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Summary
- Des and the remainder of Team 4 relocates the catapult, and tries repair it on their way.
- Team 3 and 5 is on their way to the hole.
- The unnamed VG just called the PG(Pervert Guy) has regained consiousness. He do not remember his real name being called the PG for so long.
- Shura arrives the hole in the EM wall.

[OOC]
Macloud: You are free to do what you want with the PG. Just make sure he earns a few more showelings.

Depending on Eladio's plans either the Vagrant general or the VG Captain will face Tak, with the other continuing to lead the charge(this includes geting rid of the big lump of clay in their way also).

Tag EBJ or Tak.

Aree, now suddenly dressed in magical girl garb, raised her arm in the air.

"Ready?"

The "players'" eyes filled with determination, as she grinned.

"THEN LET THE PUMMELING COMMENSE!! Oh. And may Yuki and largo be with you both." she added.

(OOC: Sorry about the short post and lack-o-postage. Been busy. Feel free to use Aree when I don't. )

Beowulf put down the cup of ramen he had made himself while he was waiting and charged at Andy. He swung a wakizashi down and Andy parried it nimbly. Beowulf followed up with an attempt to thrust through Any's right leg with his other sword, but Andy diverted the blow just in time, managing to stop impalement of his leg. However, he couldn't divert the blow completely, and Beowulf's sword left a medium depth gash on Andy's thigh. Andy swung at Beowulf with lightning speed and Beowulf tried to follow the red blur that was Andy's katana. Beowulf parried the blows nimbly, making this duel seem more like a dance than a swordfight. Beowulf landed and paused for a moment too long as Andy's sword left shallow cut across his chest, tearing through his shirt. Andy followed this up with a downward slash and Beowulf side-flipped to the side at the last minute, as the spot where he had been standing had a rather sizable dent in the concrete. As his hand hit the ground on the side-flip, Beowulf used a leg sweep to plant Andy on his back. Landing nimbly on his feet on the other side of the roof, he turned to face Andy, who was getting to his feet.
"Arc Blade!"
He raised one of his wakizashis and slashed it downward, sending an arc blade of blood red energy speeding right at Andy.

Damn this guys fast! Now I gotta do something before he smashes me four ways from Sunday. Ah!

"Deflect!" Andy raised his hands and a small barrier promply appeeared . Beo's attack was flung back sending his wepon flying over the roof. This gave Andy just eough time to get back on his feet and back in his stance.

Hope he doesn't do that again any time soon. I can't block magic like that twice in a row. That was some strong stuff

He edged back a bit, as Beo did a nimble side cut, aiming at his head. Andy thrusted at Beo's chest, but he was tooo slow and Beo made a narrow escape. He followed this up straight into a legsweep of his own which again Beo only just avoided.

He can't keep this up forever

Andy backed up again to give himslef some space. He froze for a second, then his Katan seemed to burst into flames.

"Time to heat things p around here!"

He launched himself at Beo, hacking and slashing at every alavliable opertunity. Finaly after afew good parries, Beo fell victim to a deep gash on his wrist on his sowrd hand. He screamed and jumped back before Andy could finish him.

"Ah!"
Beowulf drew in a hiss of air. He grabben his other sword and pressed it against his cut wrist. He focused the swords energy at the cut and caterized the wound. Beowulf held out his other hand and drew his other sword back into his hand. He dropped into a fighting stance, holding both his swords in front of him.
"Dance of Blades!"
He used his good foot to launch himself at Andy, moving a bit less nimbly now. He was a dancing whirl of two blades, striking elegantly and swiftly. Andy tried to parry as many of the attacks as he could. When Beowulf stopped his dance, he had left a cut across Andy's cheek, two on his sword arm, and a rather deep one on his back. Beowulf settled back into a defensive pose, ready to spring and dodge at any minute. He was panting a little bit and smiled a fox-like grin.
"I have to admit, not many of my foes are still alive after fighting against me for so long. However, I'm afraid I have people to beat and armies to crush, so I will end this here."
Beowulf moved his swords in front of him slowly and eliberately, creating a large runic character in front of him.
"Haja kensei ouka houshin!"
Beowulf slashed at the rune in the air with both his swords, and sent a sizable pink blast heading right at Andy.

[ooc]EBJ. You have writing skill... but you still have alot to learn about the game. I trust you won't simply brush off Sabin again since in all actuallity few characters would have a chance of even hitting him, regardless of range, much less throwing him that far. But since its a SDRP it's not a big deal so I won't ruffle any feathers. Just wanted you to know that Sabin isn't the kind of character that can be pushed aside... regardless of who is the one doing the pushing. Anyway... as Sabyr would put it... Rock on.[/ooc]

"I guess he thinks that was the real you" Zan said as they watched yet another Kawarimi become airborn from atop the EM wall.

"I don't know... looks like it" Sabin answered. He then pulled out a small comms device and send a message to EM.

"Someone get me in touch with fox" He said, knowing that the people at EM would recognize his voice.

"Yessir Mister Figaro we will find him as quickly as possible" Sabin sat down as he waited.

"What now?" Zan asked.

"We wait" Sabin said with an air of sarcasm.

"You arn't going to deal with their leader?" She asked.

"When the time comes" Came Sabin's reply.

[OCC:]Thanks Sabin. I am very aware that I'm still an rookie in the RP world. Experience will come with time. Oh and about the 'brush Sabin off' thing. Sorry. Sometimes I plan ahead without thinking about others. I’m starting to break that habit. However, since Eladio didn’t actually beat Sabin, he just barely removed him from Eladio’s way for the moment, there is an good choice that they will meet again with an grudge to settle. [/OCC]

Kely looked at the two men who'd just landed on her brother's head. She extended the bag of pocky she'd been munching on to one, then the other, as Kyle attempted to regain consciousness.

"So... um.. EM defences are still un touched, really...." After her brief attempt at conversation a large laser struck down not 5 yards from them, incinerating the wall completely.

"Okay, maybe not... What can we do about it?"

"Birdies and wingalings.... fwaaahn" Kyle moaned from under the shovel

"Excelent idea!" replied Kely, seeing how it would work already. She took a rather large rock, and with the help fo the suddenly formed group, lobbed it onto the geyser, diverting it to fall upon the opening in the wall.

Working quickly, Kely cast her specialty: An ice spell to create a wall of the water that flowed the two parts of the blasted wall together. Soon the water disloged the stone, and it returned to its normal flow. As a few birds landed to drink from the ice water, Kely froze their feet into the new wall.

"No one would run over a birdy. No one!"

Unknown to her the Ice she's planted made a perfect ramp. A ramp that would shoot up into one of the more important buildings. One which at correct Velocity, would allow one trenchcoated individual with an onsen-rifle in one hand, and a calculator in the other who is laughing maniacally, to pass into an office. The very office of the director of Research and Development.

[summary]
In attempting to create a block for EM's wall, Kely makes a ramp that would make the folks at Dot-Plevices proud.

Only one shot at this ramp. It's made of ice, and melting that slope off rahter quickly.

This post has been edited by lucifereacention on Sep 27 2004, 10:35 AM

Markinson had been typing away at his calculator, working at something as a puchuu ran up to him, throwing him its onsen rifle (he'd since expended his). Suddenly, Markinson kinda reached down with his foot, nudging the puchuu to one side and turning towards EM.

"Puchuu?" [Translation: "WTF, Mate?"] (He's an aussie puchuu, what do you want?)

And that's when it hit him: a flying catgirl trying to play Ayu from Kanon. He got whacked in the back, and took off flying down the road, impacting... a ramp? Wow, what were the odds of that? He laughed maniacally as he flew, realizing his end destination: the office of the head operator of the ex-idol's business. The head of the evil.

He landed in front of Fox, surrounded by shattered windows, walls, floors, computers, bodies, androids, DVDs, buildings, starships, aircraft, and a ship in a bottle. "Mister Fox! So good to see you." He flipped on a pair of sunglasses, smiling widely as he levelled the onsen rifle at the man (soon-to-be Mermaid). "I was looking for you."

[OOC]Who's side are you on anyway? [/OOC]

Macloud, Kyle, Kely and the Pervert VG(or just PG if you want)

"Shees. Somone is just too naive. Many hate birdies and if they should love them you would be sure that something prevented them from killing it on their way in. Besides why the hell did I have to help you with that rock anyway?" the Pervert VG was anoyed.

"Because you're now a prisoner of war?" Macloud cocked an eyebrow on the stupid+5 question.

"Mwahahahaha!" just then somone with a trenchcoat and a onsenrifle flew by. *CRASH* Shards of glass flew by.

*Sigh* "What I would do to have one of those around now. Just me and three beautiful cosplaying girls," *clunk* the VG had apparently said enough.

"Baka"

Summary:
-Les PG wants ze onzenrifle zat turns ze guys into cosplaying gals. Im wans ze harlem.*clunk*

Down in one of the basement level labratories, Dr. Hitokiri sat under his desk fearing for his life. He wasn't the most brave of men but had enough nerve to watch most of the Puchuu rampage on the EM's security network on his computer. But when the orbital laser had struck the outer wall, the whole complex had shook as if in the middle of a small earthquake. He had been under his desk ever since hoping that the Puchuus would ignore the underground labs and concitrate on the upper level offices. Man, I hope that associate of mine gets here soon......then again maybe it would be a good thing if he never comes at all......

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Inside the lobby, Zimo the hunchback and his master wadded through a sea of normal Puchuus and the Vagrant variety. The Puchuus at first made it hard to walk but after a few back-hands from the hooded man and multiple airborne Puchuus from Zimo, the plush beings left them alone. "These things are really starting to agitate me.....let's find Hitokiri and get this over with." Eventually the two found what seemed to be an abadoned security desk but from loud murmuring from under the desk they knew it was not. "Aw man......the cuteness man.....it's too much man........I can't take the cuteness anymore man......"

Under the security desk the guard that was supposed to be on duty was in the fetal postion going on and on about being over whelmed by the cuteness of the Puchuus. Some of which were taunting him from his chair, "Puchuuuu, chuuuuu, Puchu..." "Out of my pests!" the hooded man yanked the rolling chair from the desk and sent the Puchuus crusing down the hallway. "This security computer should be able to locate our dear doctor....ah, here he is, basement 3, sub-lab 25....come Zimo our plans are starting to bear fruit."

Both the hooded man and Zimo headed to a special elevator leaving the mental guard under the desk. The elevator gave them the usual gretting, "Authorized Personel only....please input pass code." The hooded man turned to Zimo, "You still have the code Hitokiri emailed us?" "Yes master, right here." Zimo pulled out a peice of paper and handed it to him. The hooded man then punched in the number that was on the paper and the elevator door opend. "Access granted, have a nice day."

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Outside the lobby, Hetz was having a much harder time entering the building due tot eh number of Puchuus swarming in. His head was still swimming so he leaned himself against the building's wall. He watched as the pile of clay mysteriously turned into ice and a strange man in a trenchcoat carrying a odd looking gun flew over the ice pile. The man did a 360 mid-air and landed into one of the offices in the building, "Damn, I wish I could do that..."


(OOC:
Summery:

-Hitokiri is hiding thanks to teh explosion outside
-The freakish duo enter lobby
-said duo locate a freaked out guard and use his computer to locate Hitokiri
-Hetz is still outside and watches Markinson fly into Fox's office

This post has been edited by Hetz on Sep 27 2004, 11:29 AM

[OOC]We're on the side of the story, of course!!! This thread's lost it's silly, and I'm sure I don't help in that department (Mackay is as serious and un-silly as a rock. He's almost entirely a stern and dramatic entity; I hope to remedy that with time).[/OOC]

[Mackay] - Pratfalls... Yes, that's the best I can come up with.

The Labor was nearly at the EM campus. Piroko-rin had already mentioned she had received a message from them clearing the Kaminari for entry into the campus, and into the Mecha hangar for fitting of the weapon designs she submitted to them.

The expenditure had already been deducted from the KA Faction Account.

Piroko-rin was very efficient when she wanted to be.
(As one author said to me with respect to the fact that Piroko-rin is a copy of a Main Character: 'A copy of impressive power is still impressive power' ... Or something like that)

Mackay was trying to keep up with how the battle was going, and avoiding all the attacks. Suddenly, he saw Markinson..

"There you are, doctor... flying?!" He watched as the 'good doctor' was launched into the office of one Charles Foxtrot.
"-Expletive deleted-"

Just then, he realized he had stepped in something slippery. Something icy.

In a second, the impressive, yet short, mecha was airborne in a somersault, and suddenly slammed into the ground.

"Ow..."

"Smooth, Baka, real smooth."

A vein could be seen bulging from Mackay's forehead... "Look.. you handle the Kaminari," he said as he opened the cockpit, then proceeded to slot Piroko-rin's matrix cube into the receptacle available for AI interface, "I'm going up there."

"Ahh... Sure, why not... Oh, and thanks for the body," she said, as she stood her new 6-ton, 8-meter-tall body up and stretched.

Mackay watched as she marched the 'Labor into EM's Mecha hangar.

"Alright... let's see if I can do any good up there," he said, as he leapt up towards the window, assisted by airflow that seemed to be called to him as his eyes glowed with an aura of light-blue light, with a slight crackling...

[Summary]
-The 'Kaminari' arrives... comically.
-Piroko-rin's got run of the 'Kaminari'. You know she's glad to finally have a body.
-Mackay goes up after Markinson... Will he make it in time? Will he arrive too late, only to be hit with the Onsen rifle, too? Stay tuned!!!

This post has been edited by Aleksander_Storm on Sep 27 2004, 01:59 PM

Damn it! Im screwed! theres no way I can-

Unless.......

The bolt hit Andy head on. There was a loud explotion, a sream, then silence.

Aree peered desperatly at the area he'd been standing in. There was nothing but scorch marks and tiny whifts of smoke from the ground.

"ANDY!"

"Pity" said Beo as he sheated his blades.

"He was a good openent. Not good enough though. Now, can somone pass me my coat?"

"Here ya go" said somone.

"Thanks"

And Beo caught it in midair, just as two throwing knifes inbedded themselves in his chest knocking him back. He looked up, more shocked than hurt, in the direction they had come in.

Andy was there and was in pretty bad shape, dispite the obvious use of a few stims.

"But, That was a-"

"Shit powerful move, I know. Seriously cained me as well. But Im stilll here......just"

Andy launched himself at Beo and put his Katana blade to his advasaries throat.

"Your very good Beowolf, but so am I. We could spend hours doing this and not get anywhere"

Beo was reaching for his wakizashis in their scabberds, but Andy flicked them out of his reach.

"The choice is yours: we either call it a tie and I take you for a drink. Or we contiue until we both die. And belive me, If Im gonna go, Im taking j00 with me. Capice?"

"I'm sorry Mister Figaro but Mister Foxtrot is in a battle right now" Came a voice from the comms device.

"Well where is he?" Sabin asked.

"He's very close to your location sir. I'll send you the coordinates right away"

"Good" Sabin waited for the coords.

"Well I take it you'll stop sitting on this damn wall now" Zan commented.

"Yes yes... keep your...err... sheath on" Sabin snickered.

"Funny... VERY FUNNY" Zan shot back.

"Thanks. I try really hard" Sabin answered.

With that he stood up, looked in the direction Fox was in, and vanished.

Beowulf's eyes glowed a subtle red and one of his wakizashis floated up and held itself at the back of Andy's neck, it's tip pressed against it. Thinking twice, Beowulf dropped the sword to the ground.
"Aight, a tie then."
Andy released his grip on Beowulf's throat. Beowulf calmly stepped forward and held out both his hands. Both of his swords flew into his hands. He held his swords out in front of him and focused again, this time his scabbards flew and secured themselves onto his swords. His now sheathed swords flew up over his head and seated themselves at his back. He held out his arms to the side and somehwat behind him and his jacket flew on to his body. Beowulf took the time to reach in to one of his pockets and to reload his pistols. Pulling a four vials from another pocket on the inside, he drank one, injected one in to his arm, and tossed the other two to Andy.

"Don't think that was me showing off; I just have to blow off any excess energy that I don't use after the fight, and that's the best way to do it. It really is a pity that we had to be on opposite sides, you are truly a worthy adversary. If you happen to need my assistance in the future, and it isn't in a situation that opposes my beliefs, feel free to call me."

Beowulf tossed Andy a slip of paper with his com-channel frequency on it. He turned to leap off the roof and stopped, remembering something.He turned his head back over his shoulder.

"Oh, and I almost forgot, here are your knives back."

Beowulf pulled the two knives from his chest and tossed them back to Andy. He leapt off the roof and headed towards EM headquarters, his chest wounds already healed. He lit a cigarette and smoked it as he got closer to the building.

Shit, that kid had more power than I thought, I was almost totally wiped at the end of that fight. Hell, after that last attack, anything else was a farse. Thankfully I have those vials from the lab to help me recover. I hope the kid likes his present.

As soon as Beowulf was out of sight, Andy dropped to his knees. He was breathing hard and obviously tired. Aree rushed over to see if he was alright.
"Andy, are you all right?"

"j4, I'm fine. I just need a minute to recover."
Andy sat there, thinking to himself.

If he had decided to continue the fight, could I have won? His last attack drained me of all but a little bit of my energy. Thankfully, he didn't call my bluff.

"Hey Andy, what's that?" Aree said pointing at something across the roof where Beowulf had been standing. The two walked over to look at it. It was a 6-pack of beer with a note attached to it.

Andy,
It was a pleasure to fight you, sorry I can't stay for the drinks. I hope this will make up for it.
Your pal,
B30wu|f

OoC: Don't worry about the vials I gave you, one is an elixer to heal you and the other is a coagulant that you inject to stop your wounds from bleeding you to death.

This post has been edited by Revan on Sep 27 2004, 05:59 PM

"You could have just made an appointment," Fox said dryly. A humming sound hung in the air and a faint grey glow surrounded his hands as he eyed Markinson over his own pair of green sunglasses.

"You've bypassed the EEKs altogether, so you must be very quick. You've gotten through the Bob's Hard Walls, so you must have an exceptionally thick skull. And since you have an exceptionally thick skull, I realize that no amount of reason is going to convince you that you're in the wrong here."

Fox shrugged, bringing his hands out in front of him. He would probably have time to react with a barrier... it was only a water gun, no matter how powerful.

"But if you think shooting me with that thing will change that, you're welcome to try."

"We found him... so why the hell are you just sitting here!" Zan said.

"Shhhhh" Sabin scoulded. He hung silently from a nearby building watching the battle between Markinson and Fox.

"I've never seen Fox battle before... so be quiet and watch" Sabin said... looking on as he gathered Chakra incase he needed it.

Markinson just grinned, "Oh, come now, if I'd tried to make an appointment, I'd have had to wait for next week. That's not nearly as fun as this, wouldn't you agree? I mean..." he motioned towards the window, "Look at my puchuus? Aren't they cute?" Suddenly, the entire room seemed to go into negative, any and all entries suddenly sealed off. Teleportation, too, was cut off. "There we go... nice and private." Markinson aimed the rifle at Fox, "So, shall we begin?"

Out of nowhere, a puchuu appeared, "FOX VERSUS MARKINSON! You may use two pokemo-" He was suddenly silenced by Markinson's foot, as the man had apparently seen fit to beat sense into his subordinate.

"Puchuu." [Translation: "WTF? I shut down every way in and out, including teleportation. How'd you get in here?"]

"Chuchuchu puchuu chu chu!" [Translation: "I was in your pocket, stupid. You picked me up midflight. I figure this is a duel, so I'll play announcer."]

Markinson shrugged. "That'll work."

Fox just smiled at the puchuu, walking up to it, "Aw.... it's so cute..." and then fed it a blast from his plasma shotgun, "BUT WHAT IS IT!?"

"Oh, that's it, manly girl!" Markinson levelled the rifle at the EM man, "Your ass is about to get a lot more feminine!" And, with that, he started cutting off onsen blasts.

[ooc] Aleksander: I take some blame for the 'seriousness' of the thread, too. Seth just doesn't do anything without a reason, and I don't write things without reasons. Random isn't really in my vocabulary. That said, I'll try and 'lighten' the tone of my posts a bit (this will probably take the form of long sentences filled with out-of-place descriptions because I suck at silly).

This thread is non-canon (I think) but if I do something too stupid or step on something I shouldn't, let me know and I'll change it. [/ooc]

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[Somewhere inside one of the EM buildings]

Two members of Erika's Errant Knights pulled Seth through the halls of the complex. More accurately, one seemed to be attempting to dislocate the Mamiist's shoulder while the other shoved him along with the stock of his rifle. Clearly, they didn't trust him.

Not that it bothered Seth much. He was too occupied with musing over what he would say to this 'Fox' once he got there, creating different scenarios depending on whether the Knights stayed and if they wanted the EOWeapons and Onsen rifle from him, and the best responses in each case. He wasn't even paying attention to the route they were taking, something that he momentarily figured would probably cause problems later before casting it aside to deal with should it arise. After all, the specifics of diplomatic conversations are much more important than getting lost inside a highly secured weapons manufacturing compound with automated defenses.

At least, until an explosion rocks the building, which is precisely what happened next.

"What in the name of the Grey--"

"Sounds like the outer defenses were breached." The battle cleric straightened himself out and rubbed his shoulder. "Maybe one of you should go investigate and deal with anything that gets onto the grounds. I'm sure two Knights aren't needed to take me to Fox."

The two soldiers glanced at him in a rather sideways manner, trying to figure out if he was genuinely concerned about the fate of the complex and inductively reasoned what had just happened, or if he was simply trying to even the odds against him in a fight and had actually masterminded the explosion in the wall as a means to do so. They studied his face for signs of what he was thinking and were rewarded with a blink. The effects of this slip-up were immediate as the Knights spun to face each other.

"Yes, that's a great--"
"--Not on your life!"

The two soldiers then proceeded to argue about the proper interpretation of blinks by PoWs, before gradually moving forwards to the blinks of Allies, backwards to PoW blinks, somewhat diagonally to the stylish haircut Erika had this morning, and finally - by the square root of negative one - to the immense improvement in the hygiene of the Hayasaka Fanclub due to the impromptu shower by the burst water pipe. Seth had meanwhile left them to their own devices and proceeded to wander the halls of the building until they either came looking for him or he found Fox's office.

Fortunately, his search ended rather abruptly as he turned the first corner as he tripped over a small sign left in the middle of the hall. Untangling the plastic object from between his legs, he noticed the writing:

Charles Fox
Head of Research and Development
Office Hours: Right Now
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The Mamiist realized that, having knocked the sign over, he had no way of knowing which way the arrow was supposed to be pointing. He twisted his neck to face each of the doors on either side of him for any clues. A small piece of paper was tacked to one of the doors, and upon a closer inspection, it appeared to be a bill from a "Dot Plevices" for "Floating Locations". With a shrug, Seth opened the door a crack and peered inside.

A hauntingly familiar voice flowed out of the room, and the cleric pushed the door open wider to see who it belonged to. The door then picked that precise moment to shut in his face, tossing him back into the hall and onto the recently replaced sign.

Disentangling himself from the folding plastic for the second time in the span of a few seconds, Seth noticed that the text seemed to have changed.

Charles Fox
Head of Research and Development
Occupied
You post too slowly

The Mamiist kicked the jeering sign, creating an unusually loud clatter, a few sparks, and one small mushroom cloud (none of which seemed to damage the floor or walls any). Realizing that drawing attention to himself was probably not the best thing to do right now, he ducked into the room on the opposite side of the hall.

[OCC:]Collage can be an inconvenience sometimes. [/OCC]

“Let’s go!’ yelled the Eladio as he also charged the ninja as the two crashed into each other in weapon deadlock.

“Why do you care about what happens to EM?” questioned Eladio

“Why do you care to destroy it?" Answered Tak.

“Why do you both as dumb questions?”

Both men turned to their left as VG Captain Shura stood watching the battle.

“Are you just going to stand there?” said Eladio

“What, are you afraid that you will need help?” said Tak

“Of course not” said Eladio.

Just then the three paused as an shadow passed overhead and went straight towards, what appears to be the main building of EM, crashing though the windows.

“What the hell was that?” asked Shura

One of the Vag-chuus came running towards Eladio “Puuu, Puchuu Puci Chuu”

“What did the thing say?” asked Tak

“They say that it was Markinson who crashed landed into EM leader Fox’s office” said Eladio.

“I’ll check it out” said Shura as the VG Captain left towards the building.

“Now…” said Eladio bringing his attention towards Tak as the two were still in deadlock. “We could continue this dance, or watch the leaders go at it and leave the fate of this war in their hands.”

[Summary]
1) Eladio and Tak battle with Shura watching.
2) The three see Markinson crashlanded into Fox’s office
3) Eladio offers a deal to Tak

[Tag umhyuk & Tak]

[Mackay] - "I found my thrill... / On blueberry hill.."

"Well, this is just lovely," Mackay muttered as he sat on a ledge outside Fox's office, apparently cut off from doing anything about Markinson.


Meanwhile, Piroko quickly got the upgrades for the Kaminari, and was out completely outmaneuvering, and thus pwnzing, all of the forces opposing Erika Multinational.

"Baka" was the only warning one group of Puchuus had before an Ice Disk detonated in their midst, sealing them in a block of ice..

In another area, a plasma disc exploded in a super-hot blast among some Vagrant Guys, burning away the badly-drawn stick-figure forms and their vagrant gear.

Yet another location was the site where a Puchuu shish-ka-bob demonstration was made using the Energy Blade, only to be vaporized by the charged field surrounding the weapon in a matter of seconds after contact.

The Main Character duplicate was unphased by the nature of the beings she faced, and they were nothing but cockroaches and flies to her...

It was getting tedious...

"Is there no-one worth my time, here?" she broadcasted from the Labor's external speakers in annoyance and exasperation, as a classic EM-HE/DEMP* disc was launched into the vicinity of another Puchuu group.

The Labor housing the powerful AI was constantly on the move, jumping from one area to the next...

And showed no signs of slowing, despite it's controller's boredom.

[Summary]
-Mackay's idling outside Fox's window while Markinson's locked the place up.
-Piroko's been a busy girl.. That Kaminari Labor is kick-ass.
-Killing Puchuus and VGs is boring for someone as strong as a Main Character duplicate.

*EM-HE/DEMP - Electro-Magnetic High Explosive / Destructive Electro-Magnetic Pulse .... Me constantly changing the definition for the standard Spinfusor ammo type.

This post has been edited by Aleksander_Storm on Sep 28 2004, 01:06 AM

Hetz was trying to see what was going on inside the office since everyone seemed interested in what was taking place there. "Damn, I need a better spot to watch....maybe on top of the ice wall?" Hetz walked over to the frozen clay pile and tried to climb it. After several embaressing slips he finally made it to the top. Squinting at the office window, Hetz only saw two figures faceing each other and one of the strange plush-looking creatures standing off to the side. "What the hell are they doing in there?"

The sounds of battle could be heard right below where Hetz was standing. It looked like one of the Piro-like female characters was having a feild day wiping out the plush beings. Hetz wan't sure if it was a copy of Pirogeth or Pirokkio or what ever those game avitars where called. He always had trouble trying to keep up with all the main character names. Who ever she was it was clear she wasn't having a difficult time killing things. "Is there no-one worth my time, here?" She cried out. Hetz wondered who would step up and face such a challenge, certainly he wouldn't. Not only did he have very little fighting skills he was in no condition to fight thanks to his head wound.


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Dr. Hitokiri finally built enough courage to peek at the security feed on his computer. From the looks of things the Puchuus were trying to over run the office complex. "Well at least they stayed on the surface....." He started to move through the different security cameras, several spots were the same as the first area while some still showed battles raging on the complex's exterior. Finally Hitokiri was able to bring up the hidden security camera inside Fox's office. The head of the Reasearch and Development looked like he was about to enter a duel of some kind with a strange man in a trenchcoat.

The door to the lab opened and Hitokiri jumped back under the table. Expecting to be asaulted by a horde of Puchuus, the doctor was surprised to see a freakish pair standing at the door. One was a tall man in a grey overcoat wearing a white sheet over his head with a pair of creepy red eyes staring out from under the sheet. The other was a shorter man with one have of his face burned off and an overly large left arm. In that man's normal arm was a sack that seemed to move and speack, "Let me out damn you. You blasted sheet-head!" The hooded man steped foward, knocked on the door frame and said, "Mine if we come in?"


(OOC:
Summery:

-Hetz notices everyone watching Fox's office
-Hetz then tries to get a better view while watching the main character dupicate whipe out Puchuus
-Hitokiri fianlly comes out from under his desk and watches the security cameras
-The freaky duo arrive at the doctor's lab

Shura and what's left of Team 3 and 5

As Shura went on, he found that the two teams that before had counted 10, now only were 6, "What the hell happened with you? I thought I told you to use the über cute puchus as shields shoud it get heated?"

"We tried to, but then along came this oversized doll(is it human sized or biger? ) that kept throwing ice, EMP and fire charges into our midst, and they were caught by one of the blasts," the bruised leutenant of Team 5 said. The other leutenant were missing.

Shura lashed out with a random curse. This would definitly be a setback, and Team 4 had lost one too(the guy currently with Macloud, Kyle and Kely). "Then you," he pinted at a random VG of the six, "go and join Des at point B, they really need a full team on that catapult. The rest of you will be Temporary Team 5. And you will be geting this chunk of Ice out of the way so the puchus can more easily enter."

With that Shura made a run for it and slided along the, now quite reduced compared to when Markinson used it, ramp. Like he was on rollerblades he made a handstand at the edge of the ramp, but because it was made of ice it was slippery, and the end result was that Shura landed head first into the pond with the geysier. Geting to his senses again he looked up on four characters that had strange looks on their faces, one of them strangely familliar, "Perv! What the hell are you doing here, socialising with EM allies!?"

[Tag macloud and lucifereacention]
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Des and Team 4
"Finally it's done. OK let's continue the bombing," having moved to a new spot, it would take some time before EM and it's allies could pinpoint them again. Loading the catapult with a brown rock Des made the final calculations, "Four more to the right, and two degrees less...... OK FIRE!!" The catapult launched the 'rock' and it landed just inside the wall, a few seconds went by then a *BOOOM*

"Hmm still not right, reduce it with three more degrees," Des said before inspecting the VG who made the 'rocks', "Don't hold back on the gunpowder mate, those are made to create hawoc not pretty fireworks."

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Summary:
- What's left of Team 3 and 5 is now the new Team 5, led by the previous Team 5 captain.
- One VG is sendt to Team 4, and including Des it will soon count 6.
- Shura scates the ramp and tries to do a handstand, fails and falls into the Geysir pond near Macloud, Kyle, Kely and the Pervy VG.
- Des and Team 4 continues the bombardment of the EM compound from a new spot(Do not kill any of this group, or permanently destroy the catapult. You may chase them around or take out the rope once again tho )

OOC: Shura would have taken on Piroko, had he had a mecha or had General Eladio been free to tag team on her.

As a public service announcement, let me clarify about the Labor unit that the AI construct Piroko-rin is currently using as a body..

The Kaminari is more than likely about the same size as an AV-98 Ingram Patrol Labor unit. That means it's about 8 meters tall and at least 6 tons heavy. With the weapons such as the Labor-scale Energy Blade and Spinfusor, and the various disc ammo types carried for the weapon[1], it probably now weighs 7 tons.

The ammo is probably partially stored in and replenished through a special ammospace like most of the good stuff EM makes.

This Labor is technically the property of Alexander Mackay and the Kimiko Army, but considering Piroko is essentially the one in charge most of the time..
(She may eventually purchase an android/EDS body duplicate of her true form. But she hasn't yet)

Mackay would be the one who inadvertently created this duplicate. To make a not-so-long story even shorter, he accidentally left the basic-level learning algorithms of the 'enhanced AI' construct open to the electronic world, and she learned straight from the real Piroko herself.

It's an occurance I am sure Dot Plevices had a hand in.. and Author-whim.

[1] These disc ammo types currently include the standard Charged Explosive type, an Ice Disc variant that makes use of the EM Ice Thrower tech, and a Plasma Disc that essentially is a containment for a plasma reaction in-process that overloads on impact. More disc types may show up, if myself or other people can think of them and suggest them. One idea that I may implement is a disc type that is essentially a carrier for the same sludge used by the GES BioRifle from Unreal Tournament.

Meanwhile...

OOC: Nice fight, Revan, Lazyass. I am impressed.
OOC2: This is what happens when I don't post for a week... a circumstance for which I blame Neverwinter Nights.
OOC3: A goodly chunk of this was Fox's idea.

It was at this moment that Mackay's mecha began laying about unholy destruction around the EM grounds. Just how destructive wasn't clear, but it did have one useful effect. A flurry of Vagrant puchuus, some riddled by the machine gun fire of the auto-defenses that nobody remembered to write about, came through the window of an adjoining office, made several improbable bounces, and landed all over the hall. Seeing themselves in a secure area, they began to scatter, thus leaving none visible by the time Seth arrived.

However, three had the misfortune of scattering into Fox's office.

"Gotta catch 'em all!" Shion exclaimed, slamming the door and diving after them. Ash dove too. Well it was more of a slip and fall, for vorpal cream does not make for good traction.

-Authorspace-
Bozocat: She's covered in cream and they're on the floor, you knew it had to happen.
Ameryll: Hentai baka! *whaps with a purloined shovel*
Bozocat: Ow.
-Storyspace-

Once the scuffle was over, Ash had one, Shion had two. All three wriggled fiercely, but there are few forces on earth that can separate a girl from something she finds unbelievably cute.

"Now, I believe you have some explaining to do," Shion growled at Ash, while huggling the vag-chuus.

"What's to explain? I saw a bishie, I glomped a bishie."

"While covered in cream pie filling?"

"No, I can explain this!" Fox protested, but was silenced by a Glare of Doom. He may have even meeped, but I'll leave it to his author to decide that. I'd have meeped.

"Look can't we all just settle our differences peacefully?" Ameryll protested. "Jealousy is of the Dark Side."

"Jealous? Who's jealous?" Shion protested. Ash breathed a momentary sigh of relief, while both Fox and Shion turned funny colors. Meanwhile Ameryll's unicorn grabbed Ash's vag-chuu and began munching on it. Apparently it was made of all organic materials.

"Hey! Mine! Mine mine mine mine mine!" Ash protested, attempting to shoo the magical beast away by whacking it repeatedly with her teleportation staff. The unicorn nickered and continued munching.

That gives me an idea.

"Chibiform Minimize!" Ash called, pointing at the unicorn, who instantly shrank to be about three inches tall and stuffed.

"My horse!" Ameryll protested.

"I'll trade you a chibi unicorn for both your vag-chuus."

"So cute! But... agggh, can't pick between..."

"And I'll throw in this cute winged hamster," Ash added, pulling Ameryll's familiar out of a cloak pocket.

"Wark!" the hamster exclaimed.

"My hamster!" Ameryll protested.

"Hush or I'll cream-glomp you again."

"Oooh, the Megagear store doesn't carry those yet!"

It was at this point that Dr. Markinson made his dramatic entrance. However, as the women were rather pointedly ignoring his rude interruption, and Fox as well for that matter, Markinson managed to miss them completely.

-OOCspace-
Ash: Wait, what? He doesn't see us? There's three of us. And cute plushies!
Markinson: Hey, I'm being evil and dramatic here! I can't pay attention to everything.
Ash: Wai! Kitty! <starts petting an OOC monster>
-ICspace-

"Wait, there's no need to fight! Someone could get hurt!" Ameryll protested, not understanding the Laws of Dramatic Confrontation.

Shion pulled her around. "They're fanboys. They do this thing all the time without getting hurt."

"But..." Ameryll protested.

"C'mon, enjoy the free ass whupping. Here, have a vag-chuu," Ash responded, pushing a plushie at her.

"I'll trade that for the chibi unicorn."

"Oooh pony!"

"I don't suppose you could chibify that guy climbing up the side of the building there."

"Chibi bishies! Pity he's on the other side of that negative space."

"Yeah, how can we get him in here?"

And to the complete surprise of both combatants, they both began to beg. "Markinson... can you let that bishie in here so we can chibi him! Pleeeeaaaaase?!"

"Remember when this thread made sense?" Ameryll asked the hamster, now clutched in Shion's arms.

"Wark!"

"Me neither."

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Summary:
-Ash, Shion, Ameryll never left.
-But they're not interfering in the fight because they've got better things to do
-They do want a bishie to play with though.
-Expect sarcastic fight commentary.

I think this rampage should wrap up soon. I have no actual authority to do so, being neither its starter nor intended victim, but it'd be nice if it wrapped up rather than trailing off, as much of its initial energy is now spent.

Tak holds his ground in the dead lock with Eladio.

“Yeah you are right we could go and watch but then that would leave the EM wide open for and sneak attack. How about you pull you troops back to the outside of the wall then I would be inclined to stop this dance so we can see the real fight up there. Sound fair to you? Otherwise we keep dancing until one of us get tired and has to sit out.”
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Summary:

Tak takes the deal but stays in the dead lock until Eladio pull his troops back behind the wall.

Tag: EBJ

Andy smiled and drank the vials. Normally he would have been more catious, but he senes Beo was just helping out. His wounds beggan to heal and his strength to return.

"Well, it was nice of him to leave the booze, can't remember last time anyone did that for me. Hmmm, I'd better take this as well" he said pocketing Beo's contact number.

"So, Aree. Got any plans at the mo?"

"No, not really. Why?"

"Cause you look REALLY cute in that outfit, y'know what Im sayin " he said with a wink.

"And I could really use some.........medical attesion"

[Inside the EM Compound] - "Go spit dingo!" [ooc:] I keep having problems identifying you since you changed your avatar from the Duster, Aleksander [/ooc]

Seth's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room he was in. He scanned the area around the door for a light-switch or something similar, until he was interrupted by a soft scurrying from somewhere else in the room. Spinning to peer into the darkness, he caught the slight movement of what could have been the end of a small coat.

The Mamiist crept over to where the sound had seemed to originate, trying to slice through the blackness with his vision. As he reached the spot, a resounding PLUSH could be heard on either side of him.

"Chuu pupuchu! Chupuchucupu!" [Translation: "Stop where you are, infidel! Don't try anything!"]

Seth blinked. Two shapes were barely visible, one on either side of him. They seemed to be Puchuus in... long (relatively) coats? More importantly, they seemed to be pointing their weapons at him. What in the name of buying ice cream... wait, I'm supposed to be able to give them orders, right? I wish I spoke their language. Might as well give it a shot.

"Um.. chuPupuchuchu? Puchupupuchucuchu! CuPuchu!" [Translation: "Asparagus spies live among us? Go spit dingo! Spleen!"]

Seth waved his arms around as Markinson had before, dramatically indicating the vag-chus and the door to the room. The Vag-chus, meanwhile, plushed slowly away from the crazed cleric, hoping that maybe he wouldn't try anything if they disappeared. They certainly wanted nothing to do with dingo spleens and whatever invisible asparagus was flying around the Mamiist's head.

Once they were a safe distance from the flailing, the plushes bolted towards the door, first slamming into it in a humorous fashion, and then through a properly opened doorway and down the hall.

"Hm. Looks like I got the message across."

Aree blinked at him for a moment, seriously thinking this over. "Maybe later tonight... We'll get your your 'medial attention.' But right now.. I dunno.. I feel something scary way off in the distance. Somewhere to the east, far off.... Can you feel it?"

Andy, putting the need for a full checkup aside, tried to pick up what Aree, someone with such little l33t sense was picking up so easily. "Kinda.. it's very v ery faint."

"It must be the Yukifan in me then. It almost seems... familiar."

And somewhere over the Pacific... an airplane flew.

The onsen blasts came quicker than Fox expected. The initial attack sizzled against the blue hemisphere that sprang up in front of Fox's outstretched left hand. A few drops skittered along the surface and flew past dangerously close to his ear.

He knew full well what that water was capable of, and thus it was in his best interest to stay dry. He also realized that a new strategy would be required quickly, as a voice in his ear informed him that the power reserves of his left glove were dropping rapidly due to the continued assault. He had never seen something chew through the gloves' charge this quickly.

Fox dove behind a desk that still seemed relatively intact, returning badly-aimed fire from his plasma shotgun as he did. Hopefully, he could get Markinson to keep his head down long enough to allow him come up with a way out of this mess.

You see, Fox had learned a few things from past rampages.

First, pie solves everything. Unfortunately, the only pie to be found was the key on Markinson's calculator.

Second, cute solves what pie cannot. Unfortunately, the only cute thing within Markinson's Necrowombic barrier was the Puchuu, and it was looking decidedly uncute at the moment - after all, Fox had shotgunned the thing himself. Besides, the critter was on Markinson's side anyway.

Finally, cute girls rule all. And despite the fact that Markinson seemed to be hitting on him, neither one of them happened to be a cute girl. And Fox intended to keep it that way.

The two continued to trade fire, trenchcoat and labcoat billowing, scorch marks and water spots accumulating rapidly on the walls around them.

This post has been edited by C*Foxtrot on Sep 28 2004, 06:34 PM

"What, don't you trust me?" said an evil joking Eladio. "Fine......Vag-chuus, CHUU!"

Suddenly the Vag-chuu army stopped as they turned to their leader.

"Puchi Puc, Puuc, cu, Pui" said Eladio
[This ninja wants us to leave EM HQ]

(Insert sound of Evil Puchuu Laughing here)

"Puchu chuu Pch, Pu?"
[What do you guys think?]

The Vag-chuus look at each other as they decided what they would do. After a few seconds the Vag-chuu army huddled together, turned and marched to the right.........

........Towards the EM building containing Markinson and Fox.

"I'm sorry. It seems that they didn't like that option at the moment." said Eladio to Tak as the general pushed away, breaking the dead lock between them. “It seems that they wish to have an front row seat. But don’t worry they will only watch and cheer as Markinson gives Fox a new view on life.”

“…Unless you have an problem with that?” said Eladio gripping V-blade tightly.

[Tag: Tak]

This post has been edited by EBJ on Sep 28 2004, 10:26 PM

No one knew exactly when the two Vag-chuus had been seperated from the others, nor how.

And for sure no one knew just how they had gotten into the EM office building, Fox's office was.

But it didn't matter. They were there.

And right now, they had recovered from the shock the crazy Mamiist had caused and were discussing on what to do now.

Well not really discussing.

Actually one of the creatures simply said. "Let's blow up some stuff and create chaos with our Onsen guns!" and the other agreed.

Okay, actually it sounded more like "Puu, puchu. PU!" but you get the point.

Anyway. Just as they were taking a last deep breath (do plushies breath? Ah well..) to gather their courage, they were stopped by a figure that appeared practically out of nowhere, only a few steps ahead of them.

"Now, now. Look what the cat dragged in!" Lukkai said (without wanting to insult any of the PFKR of course!).

The two Vag-chuus immediately reacted and brought their Onsen guns to bear on him. The water went out of the super soakers, right towards the not moving Lukkai...

...and stopped right on the umbrella the Ranger had suddenly opened right between him and the plushies.

Glancing over the umbrella and shaking of the last drops to the side, a completely unharmed, respectively -changed Lukkai added. "I wonder why no one else thought of that! Ah well!"
A quick assault and two hits with the umbrella on both Vag-chuus' hands left the two guns lying on the floor. Two quick kicks seperated the plushies permanently from their weapons and putting the umbrella away, the Ranger grabbed both of them at their necks, lifting them up and watching them alternately.

"Now, what am I going to do with you?"

"Chuu?"

"Hey, don't even try that cutie thing on me. It won't work! You can't seduce a wolf like that! It will only make you like like..." his whole eyes began to glow yellow now and it seemed almost as if his teeth grew longer a bit while he was smiling, changing them into canine fangs, "...prey!"

The two plushies now were definitely frightened and tried to move as far from that bad man as possible, considering he was still holding them at their necks.

"On the other hand... Maybe I'll just send you back to your comrades." the ki-shaman said after moving further down the corridor.

The two plushies sighed in relief.

Until they realized he was standing in front of a window.

In the fifth floor.

"Have fun!" were Lukkai's last words before he flung them out of the window, right towards the rest of the Vag-chuus, who were just entering the compound, sending the whole group to the ground as the two rolled into it after reaching the bottom.

"Woo... Got me a strike!" He said still smiling as he moved back into the shadows. When the people below tried to make out the source of the flying/rolling chuus, he was already on his way to some other point of the area, advising the rest of the Rangers to finally take out that damn catapult. And this time permanently please!

Tak filped away from Eladio as he broke the dead lock.

Oh really you just going to sit and watch now whay do I not believe what your saying.

Tak Threy 3 prox sheep over the advancing troops the landed in front of them the troops stoped seeing them land in front of them they all looked back at Eladio.

"Those are Prox Sheep if you get any closer the go Bbbzzzzzzzzzzzzz Baaaaaaah then BOOOOOM!!! I suggest that you make them understand this. I will allow you to remain in the compound walls but you will go on farther into the EM buildings. You can cheer from down here. As for you adn my self if we want to see who wins then lets take up residents on that building. Do you have a problem with this?"

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Summary:
Tak uses Prox SHeep to keep the invading army back hopely this will help.

If you don't know Tak has special Vribrating Sheep. Ther from WoLVS a explosive and arms company.

In a shadow-drenched alley in the midst of the Rampage..

"So, what have we got out there?" came a serious feminine voice.

"A whole lot of Puchuus. I mean alot," said a gruff male voice.

"I also saw some of those Vagrant Guys. The reports were right; they are painful to look at.." a shadowy male voice added.

Footsteps could be heard, then a sudden stop accompanied by panting. "I saw.. a catapult.." informed a soft female voice.

"Catapult?" asked the first female voice, puzzled.

"I heard about that. The Yukiists and their allies have a catapult somewhere. It's been moved around a bit. The bastards certainly are pretty smart, to keep it mobile and hard to target," spoke the gruff voice again.

"Alright. King: I want you and Shrike to keep tabs on that thing," ordered the first female.

"Don't worry, Juni. We won't let you down," answered King. Footsteps could be heard running out of the shadowy alley.

"Reiko, you're with me," Juni stated.

"Hai, Juni-sama," Reiko complied.

More footsteps were heard from the alley, before they faded..

[Summary]
-D00d! It's Juni-Hood's band of merry personages.
-King, Shrike, and Reiko introduced. What could their talents entail, I wonder..? *grin*

King and Shrike may give an anonymous tip on the catapult's location, wherever that may be, or they may take initiative and take it out on their own. The latter is only if I can think of a silly way of doing so, though..

Granted, this thread's probably going to end before they get to really have any action..

Ah well.. who cares. It's Jun'ko Zane. She's kick-ass.

Edit: adding a link to a picture of King. That's all.

This post has been edited by Aleksander_Storm on Sep 29 2004, 11:59 PM

Team 4

*BANG* the bullet ricocheted off the hard ground.

"Damn they are onto us allready! Get that thing moving to point C! NOW!" damn that was way too fast. Had they not been careful enough to keep themselves hidden while moving to this spot? Des was cursing while he tucked a sack of explosives under his right arm, and keeping the Explod-O-Glock on the ready in his left. "What the hell is keeping you? Do one of you want to end up like Perv, flying like a half dead hen while dodging bullets at the same time?"

Summary
- Team 4 on the move to point C, more careful not to be spoted on their way this time.

OOC



Just bumping up this thread, but you also get to enjoy a picture of my charactor. how nice.

This post has been edited by Aree on Sep 30 2004, 06:15 PM

Occ:

'..........And the world did see it..............And it was l33t!'

Cool pic Aree, Im seriously impressed .

Occ//

Andy treied to pinpoint what Aree was talking about. True it was fairly weak, but still. This shouldn't have been something hat escapted his attension.

The hell is it? Can't say I've come across something like this before. Weird

Aree was treating his wounds, but she seemed a bit preoccupied.

"Worried about that thing still?"

"Yeah, kinda. Do you know what it is"

"Can't say for sure. But it seems kinda ominous"

"Oh"

As Hetz watched the battle rage all around him he began to feel dizzy once more and suddenly blacked out while still standing. But instead of the normal blackness that comes from fainting Hetz came face to face with what seemed to be a slight vision. Floating infront of him was an elderly man with a labcoat and a white beard. It spoke to him, "Please....help me....free me....from the prison of my own design......." Hetz was massively confused, "What the bloody hell are mouning about?!" The specter spoke again and Hetz noticed a heavy Russian accent, "I am trapped......please release me...my prison has entered the building before you and it plans to turn the world to chaos......help me......" Before Hetz could ask anymore of the thing he felt as if he just run into something metel. Slowly Hetz's vision cleared and he realized that while having his "vision" that he had lost his balance and ran head first into a rampageing mech of some kind. Great, how can my day get any worst..... Like it heard his thoughts, the mech slowly turned to face the person or thing that had just ran into it, Damn, you Murphy!


While Hetz had been the only to see or hear the old man, most everone near the building had felt a strange presence in the air. Those nearby could feel an overflow of remorse, pain, sadness, and despair but know was really sure where it came from or where it went several minutes later.
(OOC: Tag McKay)

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Security officer Jake sat in his chair and monitored all the security feed that was coming in from all over the EM complex. Almost on every monitor it seemed that Puchuus and Vagchuus were overrunning the entire place. "We at least they have stayed out of the labs..." Behind him the door to the complex's security hub opened and Jake heard the footsteps of his shift partner coming closer. Jake looked up and a smile came to his face as a little ditty came to his head:

Puchuus to the left of me
Vagchuus to the right
Here I am stuck in the camera hub with you....

*SMACK*

Jake got a backhand to his head. "Owww!" "Could you try to be serious here? We're on red alert." Nicole reminded Jake. "Ahh, come on you just nervous about how this rampage is going." "Well yes, those Yukist forces and their Vagrant allies could storm this area at any moment so we have to stay alert." Jake turned in his chair to face the female security officer, "we're in the middle of the entire complex it's going to take them a good half hour to hour just to locate us. So relax will ya." Nicole quickly flipped through security cameras until she found one in the lobby area. She pointed to a guard under the lobby desk, "How can you be relaxed we could end up like poor Watson here." Over the audio both officers could hear Watsons babbling, "Awwww...the cuteness....too much....GAME OVER MAN, GAME OVER!" Nicole switched to another camera, Jake just shrugged, "Well Watson never really liked cute things anyway...."

Nicole grouned, "That's not the point.....we have no idea what those Puchuu things will do to us...." "Sure we do...they'll most likely knock us down, jump all over us and taunt us by going, 'Puchuuuuu chuuuuuu puchuuuuu'......" Jake waved his hands in a mocking gesture. Nicole smacked her forehead, "Like I'm really looking foward to that...." "Well if you don't relax you might end up like this guy....." Jake started flipping through cameras. "Ummmm....what guy?" "Give me a moment I saw him in one of the lab cameras..."

At the door came what sounded like pounding, Nicole looked away from Jake's search and headed for the door. "I wonder who that could be?" Nicole opened the sliding security door and just saw the wall across from the door. SHe slowly looked down and came face to face with a Puchuu, "Puchuuuu?" "HOLY SH---EEEEEEEKKKKK!"

*WHAM*

Like a professional football player, Nicole punted the creature into the wall behind it. Thanks to the angle and force of the kick the Puchuu bounced off that wall and into the parallel wall and back again. It bounced down the hall a few meters and collided with a few Vagchuus that had happened to be crossing from a diferent hallway. The scene looked like Nicole had just scored a strike at a bowling alley. The female security officer shut the door and entered the emergency lockdown code sealing off the room from the outside. Nicole turned and started to calm down thanks to deep breathing, Jake claped his hands. "That was a beautiful kick Nicole. Ever think about going pro?" Nicole with her face red stormed over to where Jake was seated, "Shut up....now what was it you where going to show me?" Jake turned to the monitor, "Well I was going to show you Dr. Hitokiri hiding under his desk in his lab but something more interesting is happing in it right now." Nicole leaded over watched as two freakish looking figures enterd Hitokiri's lab and struck up a conversation with him. "Who are they.....do you think they have the security clearence for that lab?" "No....." "Then what are they doing in there I wonder...."


(OOC:
Summery:

-Hetz has a vision of an old ghost who is appently Russian
-due to his vision Hetz lost his footing and fell off the iced clay pile right into McKay's mecha
-Jake and Nicole are stuck on monitoring the rampage from the a security hub
-The security officers uncover Hitokiri's meeting with the hooded man

Authorspace:

Author Hetz sits in a recliner reading a comic, Character Hetz storms over to him, "You did that on purpose didn't you!" AH looks up from his comic, "Well of course, you weren't really doing anything and I thought it would be fun to have you interact with other characters." "True but you didn't have to have me piss off a rampaging mech! And what was up with that creepy vision?" AH smiles, "You find out soon enough." CH storms off grumbling about stuck up authors while AH goes back to read his Mike Mignola comic.

Aree stared out at the distance were the feeling was coming from. There was something very, very familiar about that aura.

"So, where do you think it's headed?" asked Andy, cautiously.

"Toward the city, but I do not know where... exactly anyway."

"Oh."

RINNGG-RING-*hikari, the theme of Kingdom Hearts plays as ring-tone*

"Hello?"

"Hey! Aree!! Listen, some weird dudes just took over the plane and are holding us ransom and shiz. Mind picking me up when we land? Thanks. Gotta go! I think I'll entertain the hijacker dudes for a little while... BYE!"

Aree stared at her phone for a moment.

"Who was that?" Andy asked with some concern at Aree's dumbfounded expression.

"Random person talking about hijackers, ransom, and... o_o I have no clue who that was."

Piroko: Rampaging? ... I guess one could see me as on a 'Rampage' ... Though I'd like to think I'm on an Anti-Rampage.

Author-Storm: So, uh, what are you gonna do to the guy, anyway?

Piroko: Just sit down, shut up, and watch- er, read.

(Remember, folks. She's technically a Main Character. I really don't have control over her)

[Piroko] - Two Options

Piroko, as the very core consciousness of an 8-meter-tall walking machine of death-dealing (hey, it's Piroko. Anything she pilots has to be 'of death-dealing', right?), was slightly annoyed to feel something bump into her hull.

If she actually had 'sensitive areas' in this form, this 'something' probably would have ended up in said 'areas', and gotten an immediate evacuation from the area due to the automatic response of anime females called "Baka Hentai". Fate was often a cruel mistress like that.

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I can be cruel.. or I can be downright vicious. Try to stay on my good side, or end up like Ex.
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Luckily for Hetz, she was currently 'manifest' in the form of a mecha, and not her true female form. Fate was being lenient this time.. If only a little.

A feminine, yet cold, voice was broadcast from the external speakers on 'Kaminari'; the voice of Piroko..

"Would you mind explaining why you ran into me, before I decide to detonate an Ice Disc in your face?"

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[Mackay] - Overwhelming Angst..?

Mackay was watching the events within the office with a lack of interest. It was really starting to slow down, for some reason. Must be because it's a dramatic confrontation, or something.

Suddenly, a chill ran through him. Some feeling of dark emotions. Not vicious, but depressive. Due to his powers and nature, he was perhaps the most sensitive to this effect.

On the ledge outside the office, he slumped, the emotions overriding his own. His mind resisted greatly against the intensity of feelings, but it seemed to be a losing fight..

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[Summary]
-Piroko's agitated. Explanation, or Ice Disc? Ice Disc because it's non-lethal, and she's not about to kill a human just because he ran into her.

-Sometimes, it doesn't pay to be psychic.. Somebody got a kleenex for Mackay?

Apologies: To Snow, for using his character Fate (if only for one line).

This post has been edited by Aleksander_Storm on Oct 2 2004, 03:24 PM

Fox was beginning to come to the conclusion that he was in trouble. The plasma shotgun was low on ammo, and he suspected Markinson's onsen rifle had to be close to empty as well. His left glove's barrier had given out long ago, and he'd been saving the power in the right one for the possibility that this would come to close combat.

"This has gone on long enough, Markinson," he called over his shoulder, "It's time to end it."

"Finally accepted your fate, eh?" Markinson taunted back, "I bet you make a cute girl."

Guessing at where Markinson might be, Fox flung the plasma shotgun out from behind cover to his right, then activated the gravitic knuckles and scrambled to his left, hoping the distraction would work.

It bought him the moment he needed to close in, as Markinson glanced over at the weapon... but when he realized that it wasn't Fox and wasn't going to explode, he spun around to face the scientist.

The ominous hum of the gravitic knuckles grew in intensity as Fox began his swing. Markinson used the first thing at hand to block the attack, and this happened to be the onsen rifle.

The force of the gravitically-enhanced blow sent Markinson staggering back, but it had a far more dramatic effect on the onsen rifle. The weapon's reservoir ruptured under the attack, and a shower of onsen water burst forth.

Fox threw himself backwards in a desperate attempt to avoid being soaked. He landed hard, and lay there dazed for a moment. He could hear Markinson laughing.

Something felt very wrong as he tried to get up. His legs didn't seem to want to cooperate and his balance felt... off. He rolled over onto his back and was struck with the horrible realization of what had happened.

"Spring of Drowned Mermaid. Very tragic story." Markinson said with a sly smile as dark energy danced around him, "Now then, my little mermaid-chan, do you admit defeat?"

She raised herself as best she could, coiling her scaly finned tail beneath her. Long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she looked up at the dark Yukiite with deep green eyes.

"H...hidoi..." she whispered, her voice quavering as if she were on the verge of tears. "Why don't they understand? Why can't they just leave her alone?"

"What? Who?" Markinson asked, taken aback. He noticed a distinct chill in the air.

"Those... those scary fanboys... they don't want her to... they won't let her play the game her way..."

A single snowflake swirled between the two. Then another followed, and another. In moments, a thin layer had built up on the floor and the mermaid and the Yukiite were lightly dusted with white as well.

Tears trickled down her cheeks, glistening in the cold, as she pulled the labcoat tighter around herself.

"And... and then she has to show up... and... jump all over Erika... she just wants to be left alone!"

Outside the Necrowombic barrier, the snow fell as well. The heat of battle was cooled in the face of the Sad Girl In Snow Effect as the combatants were struck with the realization that all this was making a cute girl cry.

For the moment, it didn't matter that she was genderchanged. Or a mermaid. What did matter is that she was sad. And cute. And in snow.

"You... you should be able to see it," she wibbled imploringly at Markinson, "She's a Sad Girl too... she needs saving... she'll never admit it... but she does. And you're the one who can do it... tell your troops... to... let her be."

Those final three words echoed in the hearts and minds of those caught within the Sad Girl in Snow Effect.

The snow continued to fall.

"Exploding Sleep?" said Eladio looking at the sheep weaponry around the Vag-chuus. "Not really an Ninja Technique now isn’t it? You know, maybe I should just…”

Just then the sky opened up as white snowflakes started coming down on everyone throughout the EM area.

“What’s this? Snow? Now?” said Eladio looking up. “Don’t tell me those sheep have weather powers as well.”

“No, they don’t.” said Tak looking around as the snow was gathering on the ground.

“Something doesn’t feel right…” said Eladio. “…I feel weird. I wonder…” Eladio then jumped onto the EM wall and ran towards the Main EM building.

“Where do you think you are going? said Tak appearing in front of Eladio.

Eladio didn’t respond as the General had a good view of Markinson and what appears to be an mermaid. A cute mermaid. A cute sad Mermaid….in snow. Immediately all of the Vagrant General’s anger and fighting sprit dissipated as he continued to watch the scene before him. And in a rarely seen moment, a look of shock and realization was clearly shown on Eladio’s face.

“…I’m making a cute girl……cry!?”

Shion was mostly oblivious to the snow, having been completely mesmerized by the presence of a chibi unicorn, a winged hamster that (very cutely) seemed to have a vocabulary consisting of "wark", and a pair of puchuus in vagrant coats.

Ameryll was merely ecstatic to see the fighting ending. At last people were listening to reason and rejecting the temptations of the Dark Side of the Force. She was also taking three points of stun damage every round from the sight of the Mer-fox.

Ash was livid.

"How... how dare you be sad! And in snow! You're a mermaid! You'll catch cold or something! And making all those fanboys be all reflective, that's not right! Fanboys are supposed to be mindless and manipulable, and--"

"You mean they're not?" Markinson asked.

"Well, true. But they're supposed to rampage and cause destruction to themselves and those they follow until all the city is a wasteland until the true power can come and rule it."

"Well, Ash, the thing about being a secret organization with shadowy goals, is they have to be a SECRET," Markinson explained.

"What?" Ash whatted.

"Well now everyone knows you're evil."

"Errr... well... errr... it's non-canon, and... uh... you'll never take me alive!" With that Ash seized the hamster in one hand, the teleportation staff in the other, and *BAMF*ed away in a puff of sulfur and vorpal cream.

"Pity she was a villain," the chibi-unicorn commented. "She was kinda hot."

Meanwhile, in Instigator Headquarters:

Ash: "...and so that's why we need nuclear weaponry, Grand Archon. Errr... what're you doing?"

Manfloy: "NOthing, nothing, go on."

Ash: "I'll give you ten seconds to stop LICKING my FACE!"

Manfloy: "Count slowly."

That's it for me and Ameryll. See y'all in canon.

(Bit of OOC-ness: Spring of Drowned Mermaid? Drowned Mermaid? Anyone else see the nonsensicalness of this? I can understand a duck drowning, it's a bird that lives on top of water, not in it... but A MERMAID?! Excuse me as I flush the remainder of my expectations down the toilet.

To Bozocat: *applause* /OOC)

[OOC] Well, the idea has a few connections to some in-jokes.. That's about all I think I'm qualified to say. I leave the remainder of the explanation to someone more qualified. [/OOC]

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Piroko was getting a little impatient with the guy, as she was sitting there waiting for him to answer. He seemed about to speak when snow began to fall.

"Now what..? Oh, great.. this," she announced.

Looking over to EM, she caught sight of something.

Mackay! He was falling.

Like a flash of lightning, her new Verniers and the leg-mounted rockets came to life and she streaked towards the building.

Mackay was falling; faster, and faster..

Until..

Two large metal hands cushioned and cradled him.

The 'Kaminari', with Piroko at the helm, had caught him.

"Baka.." she muttered through the speakers.

"You fool.. You know better.. I know you do.. You aren't that dumb.."

The launcher and blade seemed to have snapped to a standby, safety mode in their mountings on the wrists of 'Kaminari'. The Verniers on the back clamped down.

All around, snow began to blanket the EM campus. Snow fell upon the 'Kaminari'; upon Piroko. Her hands, and Mackay, were resting under the bulging torso of her mecha-body, untouched by the 'dandruff of heaven'..

Opening that torso, she slid him in as best she could, then sealed it back up.

"You can be so careless, you know that, Mackay..?" she said through the internal speakers. It was almost a shame she did not have a body capable of true expression of emotion, really..

But then, that's what visual displays were good for.

The form of Piroko could be seen projected on the forward screen in the cockpit. Despite her mostly emotionless, immobile form, she seemed to be.. crying.

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[AuthorSpace] Honestly, I, as the writer, am finding the sight really freaky. [/AuthorSpace]
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"So... you... care..?"

Piroko showed surprise. But it didn't last before her usual cold demeanor came back, "Baka.. Of course. You're one of my best operatives. And surprisingly smart for such a baka."

She paused for a second, then moved on to another subject, "The rampage seems to have been suspended. We should head back to base."

The various thrusters on the hull came to life and the 'Kaminari' was airborne.

"All operatives in the field, this is Piroko. Prepare to stand down from Rampage Alert Status, but keep your guard up. You're all still on duty," she announced over the KA frequencies.

The 'Kaminari' continued to streak in the general direction of the Kimiko Arcade..

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[OOC] I feel like I just did the impossible. Made Piroko care for someone. I get the feeling this could only happen in non-canon.
(Or perhaps it was a side-effect of the SGiS..?)

But, I guess we'll see, hmm?

Then again, Mackay is technically a 'Bishie', and a 'Nice Guy'™ (And by 'Nice Guy'™, I mean really nice; someone who would sacrifice himself for an innocent life, make himself poor to guarantee someone else wasn't.. you know, all those selfless acts).. He's probably going to have this kind of effect on alot of females just by his very nature.

There's a few explanations I can make use of.. but I won't specify. Heh. [/OOC]

Hetz was about to plead his case to the mecha when it suddenly flew off just as the snow began to fall. Huh!? Snow? Now!?......... It started to get real cold, colder than it should have been. Hetz's vision slowly changed from grey to white to red and finally to black. His eyes visably glazed over and he slumped to the ground. Thanks to the colision with the mech Hetz's head wound had re-opened and he was lossing more blood. In the blackness Hetz made out the form of a strange fish. Has it got clearer he made out the form of a mermaid and it seemed to be crying or something. Hetz slowly moved closer to it and was about ask what was wrong when the mermaid melted like the snow that was around it into a hideious but familiar face....it was Zimo the Hunchback who had shared the taxi with him just this morning.

He spoke in Russian and for some bizarre reason Hetz could under stand him, <Will you succed master?> A vision of a strange lab filled Hetz's eyes and the old scientist he had seen before stood over a table with large white sheet over it. <If the ancient books are correct and I follow everything to the letter I should be able to cheat Death.> Hetz moved closer to the table and watched as the old Russian doctor slowly removed the sheet to reveal a lifeless body underneath it. Who or whatever it was it was obvious that the thing was not entirely human. This thought was enforced by what looked like an iron bathtub plug right in the middle of the thing's chest.

From above Hetz a bolt lightning light up the room, <Ah, the storm is here, Zimo, bring me the lightning rod and the gloves....> Zimo did as he was told and brought the items to the doctor. The doctor "unplugged" the body and stuck the lightning rod into the hole while wearing the gloves. Not one minute after he had placed the rod into the lifeless body that a bolt of lightning struck the rod and ran into the body. Afterward the doctor removed the gloves and placed one hand into the body's mouth, <Now to transfer my spirit and soul into the golem...> The doctor was about to place his hand on the lightning rod when the body lashed out.

Zimo had been too close to the thing's arm. It pounded the hunchback and knocked him unconcious. Then the golem grabbed the doctor's hand that had been in it's mouth and forced it onto the lightning rod. <What are you doing!?> Just then a bolt of lightning struck the rod and the doctor screamed in agony. His scream seem to slowly leave his lips and enter into the hole where the rod had been placed. The golem removed the rod and placed the plug back into the hole. <Doctor Nickalas Rasputin, you believed you could cheat Death by creating a new body. Poor doctor you failed to to take in the possiability that your new body might have it's own intelligence and now you face a fate worse than death. Your spirit will be my fuel source forever trapped within me you shall never know peace! HA HA HA HA!>

The vision faded into nothing adn Hetz was once again left alone in the dark and cold.....

(OOC:
Authorspace:

Author Hetz is once more confronted by Character Hetz, "What the Hell was that?" "Backstory...." CH blinked a t him, "Backstory to what?!" AH made a sly smile and put a finger to his lips, "That's a secret...for now...." AH went back to reading his comic once more while CH just stood there, "I swear you read too many Mike Mignola comics."

[ooc] Spring of Drowned Mermaid? It took me about five minutes to stop laughing after that For the record, Tempormagus, the complete incongruity is what makes it funny. It you need a semi-plausible explanation, just assume Mermaids need to keep moving when underwater in order to get enough oxygen from it (like sharks) and this one was prevented from doing so. [/ooc]

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[Outside Fox's office]

Seth was slumped against the wall of the small room. A stream of light crossed the room near his feet, flowing through the open door. He wasn't sure what was going on, but it seemed like it had been days since he last moved. It's been slow, that much is certain. These walls are rather boring.

Regardless, his attention was flagged by a slight glittering in the artificial light. He stood, noticing several more as he tried to get a better look. Snow? In this weather? Indoors? As if to mock him, the flakes began to fall more frequently and over a wider area, quickly creating a film over everything in sight. This didn't bother the Mamiist at all, randomness aside, due to the simple fact that it snow meant cold, and cold was infinitely better than hot.

With a slight smile, the cleric stepped out of the room, and faced the door to Fox's office again. Or, more accurately, planted his face into that very same sign, which was once again in the middle of the floor. Disentangling himself from it for the third time, he noticed underneath the layer of snow (part of which had been brushed off by his convenient faceplant) the text had changed once again.

Charlene Fox
Head Mermaid of Research and Development
Cute - Sad - In Snow
You made her cry

Wait, what? Sad mermaid in snow? As if on cue, the immense powers of the SGiS effect flooded his mind, overtaking his normal love of all things cold and replacing it with the guilt of making a sad girl cry. What did I do to cause this?

The obvious answer was the fact that he had rampaged against this very organization and attempted to bring harm to her CEO and ex-idol. The obvious solution was thus to stop rampaging and go home.

[Seth: Wait, the crying started after I was milling about in the room. Thus, it was technically caused by the fact that I was doing nothing, therefore making the way to counter-act it be by randomly destroying everything around me.

NightStrife: No. Shut up. Markinson's obviously been a bad influence on you. ()]

The immense guilt of the mermaid (over the danger of her CEO and the death and destruction of the rampage) beat Seth over the head like a fan appreciation bat, forcing him to the ground, helpless. Slowly, he regained some movement capacities, and pulled himself up. Bracing himself against the nearest wall, he made his way through the halls until he reached an exit.

He looked out over the quite unusual scene: fanboys and girls of all affiliations stunned, and covered with a thin layer of accumulating snow. Seth shook his head, a few flakes of snow falling to the ground from the motion.

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[ooc] I guess things are wrapping up around here. If anyone wants some last minute interaction with Seth, it's open, otherwise he'll just be heading back to whatever non-canon plot hole he spawned from.[/ooc]

Tak looked up at where Eladio was looking and he could see what appears to be a mermaid.

She is the one making the snow. Ah the SSMiS effect this could work to are advantage.

Tak looked at Eladio stair at the mermaid and udder the words he spoke. Tak saw this and opportunity to play on this. The effect of the “Sad Mermaid in Snow” or SSMiS effect didn’t way much on a N1NJ4 heart. He has seen it a million times before will see it again.

“That is right Eladio, Your making a cute girl cry. She is in danger and in snow crying you should go and protect her from any harm. He is trying to harm her you need to stop him.”

Tak waited for what he said to sink in and take effect.

"I... made a sad girl in snow... cry?" Markinson looked around, a dark aura slowly seeping out around around him. "She's crying... she's crying..." Markinson's arm fell to his side, fist clenched tightly... so tightly in fact, that his entire arm shook.

Fox only blinked. "Oh crap. Now things get really bad."

"She's crying... she's crying, she's crying, she's... CRYING!" A wave of dark energy blasted outwards, slicing the building in half, sending it smashing down onto the factions defenders.

As the dust cleared, Markinson stood up, a wide smile on his face as he reached down, picking up a random puchuu and holding it under his arm. "Well... I feel better now! Wow... I really needed that." He offered 'Charlene' a wide smile. "Thanks! See you 'round!" And he leapt from the buildings tattered edge, floating to the ground and simply walking away.

'Charlene' offered a weak wave as half of a nearby wall collapsed. The other half had recently impacted the ground. "Uhm... sure thing... anytime... eheh..."

(OOC: Yeah, I know the randomness = the funny. I have a sense of humor, too, though it doesn't get a workout much. I guess I had better start using or something, because people aren't getting that I like to rant about things that are meaningless to me and stuff... Meanwhile, I shall stare at panel five of the latest strip. /OOC)

Eladio looks at Tak then looks to his right as the building is sliced in half with dark energy.

“…No” said Eladio as Tak raised an eyebrow and his body tensed up. “…I don’t need to. This fight…my fight, is over. Vag-chuus!” he yelled to the Vag-chuu army.

“Puuchu Cpucu. Puuu Pcuu Yuki Pcuuu Chuuu!”
[Time to withdraw. Let’s get drunk aboard the Yuki.]

“CHUUU!” yelled the excited army as The Vagrant airship Yuki passes by and the Vagrants, with their jet-packs, flew after it.

[OCC:] Vagrant forces are done. MT:TC’s MT:TM’s and new RP writers: It’s been nice working with you guys. [/OCC]

"Whoa wasen't that Fox's office?" Perv just barely escaped the debris.

"Yup, with fox's office and a major portion of the wall taken out it would appear that our misson is acomplished," Shura picked up the radio, "Des! Call off the attack, any more attacks on this compound would hurt us more than it would taste."

As he began to leave, he found that the SGiS effect was making the temporary ice wall freeze again. 'Damn I knew there was something I forgot' Shura cursed.

Summary:
-Shura and the VGs will bail out as son as the ice wall melts.

"Interesting! Seems that last blast finally finished off the barrier!" Lukkai said upon wandering into Fox' office.

Well what was left of it that is.

He whistled. "Quite some fight that went off here as it seems, ne?"

Then he noticed the.... mermaid?

"Ah well... I guess you might be interested in these." He held up his left hand, holding the two onsen rifles he had acquired earlier on. "Now if you'll excuse me! There was some strange thing happening shortly before. I think I might be able to track it to its source. See ya around!"

With that he left the office to look for the source of what he had felt before. It had felt as if someones soul had tried to reach people in the area, but before he'd been able to get a closer look on it, the effect itself had vanished leaving only a few traces. Traces that might be enough for him to follow though.

Kyle awoke in the EM post room.

"What the heck am I doing here?"

"Well" Said a voice nearbye, "You have to pay your debt to EM off somehow. KoBL is not responsible for your actions this time, and blowing up their hot water heater, and pipes caused quite a bit of damages. "

"Wha?"

"You're here so you can work it off." WIth that Kai dissapeared, and Kyle just screamed.

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Kely went home. Nothing interesting happened. AT ALL. But she did take a hot bubble bath. That was good.

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Geldeau? Well... he continued along, bidding farewell to Addi. As to what happened next? Only time will tell.


-Summary
-Kyle gets stuck in the mail room.
-Kely takes a bath.
-Geldeau continues looking for a place to sleep.

ph34r my half adequet crap post!

*quirks eyebrow* I think I will have to do something about this....


Jubai woke up slowly. He was laying on grass, in the shade, and there was someone sitting next to him, playing with his hair and ears. Even in the haze his mind was in, it didn't take him long to realize that it was Lee and that they were on the top of his tower. Remembering the image of her in catgirl cosplay, he smiled, though something still wasn't right. Why was he asleep and groggy? He was supposed to have had pie. "Wha' happen?" His speech was quite slurred, and he couldn't manage more than that at the moment.

Lee's soothing alto voice answered quietly. "When they lit the catnip bonfires over the city, you didn't have any protection, and sort of lost control. They called me to take you home."

Jubai smiled as he sat up, and looked at her. But the only thing his mind could puzzle through was that she wasn't in the catgirl cosplay anymore. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "Why'd ya change?" Lee, of course was a bit perplexed, and he continued, "You're wearing a catgirl cosplay. A Magical Ninja Jedi Catgirl, t' be precice. It was so nice of you to come dressed like...that..."

By the end of the sentence which was gaining more clarity, his catnip-fogged brain had caught up with the look Lee was giving him. Her eyebrow was twitching, and she had pulled out a hammer. Hefting it experimentally, Jubai recognized it as the one he had given her to protect herself from Dao as she said, "I believe I finally understand the use of this thing."

Jubai's groggy mind didn't have time to think of anything before Lee's unerring aim sent the head of the hammer towards him, sending him flying off the building. As he was pondering this encounter with Lee in the air, he realized that he had probably halucinated her in the catgirl cosplay in the first place.

[There! That ought to do. Please excuse this interuption. You may now continue with your regularly scheduled rampage.]