[Nexus] MagCave VII: Rest for the Wicked

[Lord Magtok]

Every evil genius needs a place of relaxation and quiet, a place to hoard his stolen loot, a place to scheme and plot. For Magtok, this is the MagCave. Drilled into the side of Mt. Enn, it serves as his base of operations, living quarters, garage, and workplace. It holds damned damsels in distress, places protagonists in perilous predicaments, and is quite likely the fanciest-looking fortress in all of the Nexus. As a matter of fact, it is the fanciest-looking fortress in all of the Nexus. Yes, even better than your lame fortress. :smallyuk:

Magtok isn't exactly the most sane or typical of Nexus residents though, and thanks to MagCorp's riches, it definitely shows here. There are rooms and hallways full of terrible monsters and hideous half-breeds concocted through twisted experiments, ginormous statues made in the vain super-villain's image, deathtraps at every corner to keep out unwanted visitors, and enough fancy laser guns, loyal robot minions patrolling everywhere, and rows of cloning tanks perpetuating the cyborg's existence to make even the mightiest of comic book villains jealous. This is Maggy's castle, his mansion, his military headquarters, research laboratory and surveillance station all wrapped up into one sinister package. Beware all ye who enter, for here be Magtoks!



Name
Player
Position


Lord Magtok
Lord Magtok
The Guy in Charge. Actually several people, including Pat's Harpoontok, and Reina's friend Intrepid.


HazMag
Lord Magtok
Rifleman/Hazard Material Guy


Roosevelt
Lord Magtok
Infirmary Subject


Needs Food Badly
Magtok
Word Salad Spouting Talking Cat/Sorcerer Supreme


Nora
happyturtle
Leech on our Resources


Mainframe
happyturtle
Moody A.I.


Willow Warwick
happyturtle
Magtern


Patricia
Wolfy
Wife-to-Be, Biotech Specialist


Cassius
Wolfy
Son, Diesel Punk Superhero


Renee
Wolfy
Daughter, Napoleonic Menace


Mouse
Wolfy
Infiltrator


Archy
Terumitsu
Less Moody A.I.


Riss
Terumitsu
Neurotic Engineer


Elizabeth Kale
Jacklu
Former Usurper/Snarky Employee


Lenny
Jacklu
Dumb Muscle


Michalson
Morty
Wizard with Awful Accent


Misha
Slii Arhem
Water fairy who does Movie Magic


Felandria
Felandria
MagCorp Sponsored Giantess Superhero


Margret
Reinholdt
Robot Catgirl Daughter



Update - Things are nice and peaceful and quiet right now. I know, I'm just as shocked as you are!

((Note: The MagCave is a sort of public secret, like Area 41. It's a rather isolated locale, obsessively watched over and guarded by a quarter-mile of security cameras. It's simple enough to find if one knows where they're going, and nearly impossible to locate if you're looking for "That cave by those mountains somewhere, maybe at the bottom".))

[Felandria]

[Monster Mash]

"Nah, that'd be ruining the fun of it. I usually just put on an NPC disguise and just walk right in under everyone's noses. Much more entertaining that way."

Quips a similar playful smile right back.

There's also the fact that the projection is a fairly recent experiment and he just used it tonight to improvise a costume, but meh. :smalltongue:

Felandria giggles.

See, that's the attitude I like.



I'd imagine.
Aurelia, how the hell did you get there?!
She's wearing a succubus costume: wings made of shadow, black shorts, a black shirt with a bare midriff, and a black corset with red details.

Fel turns and sees Aurelia.

Ooh, pretty.:smallsmile:

Hey.

[Lord Magtok]

Mishaversal Studios

"Well, I meant what kids between you two would look like, since I have samples of you both. I can just combine the two and give you a rough idea of how they'd turn out naturally." Barring genetic fumbles and chaos and all sorts of factors. Misha can give one possible natural outcome, but she'd have to cherry pick bits of sequence to get more varied results, and she doesn't have a large enough sample to do this a whole bunch of times.

Magtok glances towards Reina with a frown, and then looks back towards Misha.

"And you can completely, permanently destroy this combination a moment later, right?" The last time a Reinholdt had a child, insofar as Magtok knows, it was Shepherd. Shepherd was pretty much the worst thing that ever happened. When it comes to awful apocalypse babies, nothing quite compares to that repulsive little toddler and his nightmarish yet brief reign of terror. If Magtok saw so much as a hint of pink in the thing's eyes, anything that looks even a little Kaela-ish, he'd probably try to reach out, throw it on the floor, and grind the little blob of water into nothingness beneath his heel.


I'm not sure, honestly, it may just be a matter of perspective.

I certainly don't notice myself being slowed any, I mean I haven't really had a chance to do any training at max size, we'd need a lot of space.

The cyborg nods. "Outside, then. I can buzz about in the air in front of you, and we can see if your eyes can accurately track my movements, or if I'm just a speedy blur zipping by too quickly to be followed. Exactly how big is full-size, anyways?"

[Reinholdt]

Misha Mayhem

"Sure, go ahead." Since Magtok was dragging his feet and not saying no, might as well go for it.

Besides, in so far as she knows, Magtok doesn't have any relation to Rabbit or Happy or their family's DNA, so it can't be a little water Shepherd. Not that it could be even if he did.

[Felandria]

The cyborg nods. "Outside, then. I can buzz about in the air in front of you, and we can see if your eyes can accurately track my movements, or if I'm just a speedy blur zipping by too quickly to be followed. Exactly how big is full-size, anyways?"

A little over five hundred feet, but I have a spell that lets me double that for a limited time, so I can clear a thousand feet tall.

[Slii Arhem]

Misha Mayhem

"Sure, go ahead." Since Magtok was dragging his feet and not saying no, might as well go for it.

Besides, in so far as she knows, Magtok doesn't have any relation to Rabbit or Happy or their family's DNA, so it can't be a little water Shepherd. Not that it could be even if he did.


Magtok glances towards Reina with a frown, and then looks back towards Misha.

"And you can completely, permanently destroy this combination a moment later, right?" The last time a Reinholdt had a child, insofar as Magtok knows, it was Shepherd. Shepherd was pretty much the worst thing that ever happened. When it comes to awful apocalypse babies, nothing quite compares to that repulsive little toddler and his nightmarish yet brief reign of terror. If Magtok saw so much as a hint of pink in the thing's eyes, anything that looks even a little Kaela-ish, he'd probably try to reach out, throw it on the floor, and grind the little blob of water into nothingness beneath his heel.



The cyborg nods. "Outside, then. I can buzz about in the air in front of you, and we can see if your eyes can accurately track my movements, or if I'm just a speedy blur zipping by too quickly to be followed. Exactly how big is full-size, anyways?"

Misha-Goldwynn-Magtok

"It'll only hold together for a moment or two, since the rest of the sample I've got from you two will be broken apart by it." And with their permission and that explanation, Misha's form morphs. Her audience might have misunderstood when she said she could let them see what their kid would look like. Rather than what they'd look like as a baby, since nearly ever baby is so similar that the subtle differences are just boring to distinguish apart, she simply uses up the rest of the gene sequences in the borrowed skin, crashes them together, and then morphs into what she thinks it would look like as an adult.

The form hesitates between genders for a moment. She... he? Yes, it pretty much has to be a he, is not quite the flaming hawt hotness that Reinholdt manages in every form, and not quite the "if I wasn't a cyborg I'd probably be pretty plain" mundanity that Magtok's genes might lean towards if he hadn't spliced shapeshifting into his clones. Instead, the mix of the two manages to become something wholly its own.

He's tall, and the presence he exudes only amplifies that even though he doesn't tower over his parents. One of his most eyecatching features is the angular sweep of his chin, which cuts directly across your field of vision like the horizon as he turns to look you in the eye with his dark brown, intense gaze. It's probably a good thing his face is so ruggedly distracting, from the dimpled chin to his perpetual growth of brown stubble. It draws attention away from the fact that he's only wearing the remains of a woefully inadequate two piece woman's swim suit, the top fluttering to the ground as he subtly plants a fist on his hip to prevent a similar malfunction down below.

His hair sweeps forward over his wrinkled brow, slight bangs hiding the worry from his face. His teeth clench with an audible creak as his entire body tenses against the cold of the fall and the cave. It sounds like he could crush a coconut with the pressure that jaw is exerting.

Should they dare to take in the rest of his form, they'll see that it's somehow just as impressively masculine as his face. A neck knotted with muscles that would make it as thick as his head were it not for his jaw. Pectorals covered in a mat of short, thick hair and arms used to lifting whole trees up onto the broad expanse of his shoulders. A search for abdominal muscles would be fruitless, because visible abs are a sign of a vain being who commits to exercise merely for the sport of it, and not of necessity. Instead, a strong flat stomach leads down into legs that are strong enough to support this exemplar of ruggedness and the burdens he carries.

If Paul Bunyan, Bruce Campbell, and Gaston were mixed into a blender and used to make a monster wrestling clone-child, Magtok and Reina's son would likely be taken for his smaller, more handsome twin. They'd likely hold spectator arm wrestling matches on weekends to pay for their bar tabs.

[Lord Magtok]

Mishar Animation Studios

"It looks kinda like a paler Astir," Magtok remarks with feigned disinterest and cold detachment. Whether that's to send a message to Reina or his actual opinion isn't entirely clear. I mean, Astir (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6093997&postcount=225) had a mouth full of horrible wolf teeth, weirdly large hands, and a rather unique musculature. Still, I suppose the similarities are there, if you look hard enough.


Headed for the Door with the Demigoddess

"Thousand feet, that's...about two-thirds of the way up the Sears Tower? You could probably reach up and grab the roof if you were next to it."

Magtok, this is the Nexus, and she's Felandria. Nobody has any idea what you're talking about. What the **** is a Sears Tower? :smallconfused:

"Yeah, that'll work. I'll need a big suit thing or something just to be more than a speck, though, but I've already got that sorted out."

[Arkhosia]

Felandria giggles.

See, that's the attitude I like.




Fel turns and sees Aurelia.

Ooh, pretty.:smallsmile:

Hey.

Aurelia gives a shy wave. Her snake tail is curled around her feet.
Hi, I'm Aurelia.

[Felandria]

Headed for the Door with the Demigoddess

"Thousand feet, that's...about two-thirds of the way up the Sears Tower? You could probably reach up and grab the roof if you were next to it."

Magtok, this is the Nexus, and she's Felandria. Nobody has any idea what you're talking about. What the **** is a Sears Tower? :smallconfused:

"Yeah, that'll work. I'll need a big suit thing or something just to be more than a speck, though, but I've already got that sorted out."

Sweet.

I figure we check my basic motor functions first, reflexes and such.

Then once all that's done, we can see how I do with my suit.

We'll need to go somewhere unpopulated, obviously.


Aurelia gives a shy wave. Her snake tail is curled around her feet.
Hi, I'm Aurelia.

Felandria offers a hand.

Felandria.

I don't think we've met before.

[Arkhosia]

Aurelia shakes Fel's hand.

Nice to meet you, Felandria. I'm afraid I don't recognize your costume.
... I must say you look quite pretty though.

[Shadowcaller]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Angie thinks back, she has never had anyone buy her jewlery. Getting gifts at all was a rare thing, the last one she got was from the Santa at the mall. "No, not really. I don't tend to wear much jewlery." At the moment she is only wearing a small golden ring with a blue stone on one of her hands. A matching necklace left at home since it really didn't go with her black hole dress. "It certintantly was nice of him to think of you." Angie says thinking Astrana is a lucky girl.


[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Valente rubs the back of his neck. Oh look, he's blushing. "You deserve something nice once in a while." He gives his girlfriend a silly smile before looking back at Angie again. "I didn't spend all of it in one go, though. There's still rent to pay after all."

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Astrana shakes her head with amusement. "Val, I'll pay all the rent this month. Don't worry about that. I have so much money saved up it won't make a difference anyway." She rarely bought anything but food or paid the rent with her salary. "But maybe we shouldn't give him too much compliments, it might go to his head." She teases her boyfriend, very gently tapping Angie's arm with her elbow.

[BladeofObliviom]

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus is totally still in the scene! And doesn't appreciate not being the center of attention! :smalltongue:

"Reeeally now?" questions Cyrus, with a distinctly intrigued tone and a smile on his face.

HE TOTALLY DOESN'T JUMP AND STARTLE WHEN SOMEONE SNEAKS UP BEHIND HIM AND ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE IS A LIAR.

Okay, he totally does.

"Erm, pleased to meet you too, miss Aurelia. Nice costume there, is there a story behind it?"

[Felandria]

Aurelia shakes Fel's hand.

Nice to meet you, Felandria. I'm afraid I don't recognize your costume.
... I must say you look quite pretty though.

Fel beams.

Thanks, I'm She Hulk.

She flexes a bicep.


[Monster Mash]

Cyrus is totally still in the scene! And doesn't appreciate not being the center of attention! :smalltongue:

"Reeeally now?" questions Cyrus, with a distinctly intrigued tone and a smile on his face.

HE TOTALLY DOESN'T JUMP AND STARTLE WHEN SOMEONE SNEAKS UP BEHIND HIM AND ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE IS A LIAR.

Okay, he totally does.

"Erm, pleased to meet you too, miss Aurelia. Nice costume there, is there a story behind it?"

Yeah, it's really cute.

[Arkhosia]

Monster Mash

Ah.
Aurelia blushes slightly
Well, I'm supposed to be a succubus. My dad was one.

[BladeofObliviom]

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus raises an eyebrow at that.

"Your father was a succubus? Huh. Sounds like a mighty interesting childhood, there."

[Gnrlshrimp]

"She asks, while stroking the angel's wing and ego at the same time," Magtok narrates with a silly grin, all the more convinced of what's going on than he ever was before. "Though dressed to impress in a spooky blood-red corset, with her divine radiance cosmetically shifted towards shadow and darkness, she raises her red-tipped fingers to one innocent cheek as she expresses shock, SHOCK at the wild and baseless and ridiculous accusations leveled against her by the needlessly fearful and paranoid angel trembling in her grasp."

"Am I divine, Magtok?" Ithuriel asks, letting go of his wing. "I don't mean in terms of beauty or anything as shallow as that. You are right, what would normally be radiance is currently masked as darkness. But I can only perform this act because I've waded through a river of blood and death before." She smiles, "Does an angel turn her back on her god? Does a murderous demon deserve to ever become an angel in the first place? Am I masking my identity, or is my identity merely a mask for the creature you now see before you?"

[Reinholdt]

Children of the Night

Reina looks Reintok over. And again.
"It looks nothing like a giant wolf corpse and I don't see how you'd ever even draw that conclusion." Reina replies to Magtok.

"Our... well he has a lot more... ahem... muscles than I'd have expected." Not that that's a bad thing, as Reina looks him over again. "Obviously takes after his mother. That's very impressive work." Maybe a bit too impressive. Wow.

She makes sure to look him over one last time to burn the image in her mind before it disappears.

[Lord Magtok]

Angels We Have Heard on High

"Oh hell if I know, I'm just a worthless mortal." Magtok! Bad cyborg! No swearing in front of angels!

"Does it matter? Dark or light, I'm still in the shadow of something greater, aren't I? Others have their conversions to and from light and darkness. I just sort of...wobble. Nothing so extreme, I just make decisions, and hope I can live with them after."

Mag&Fel

To Outside!

Cat Got Your Son?

"I didn't say giant wolf corpse, I said Astir. As in, yet another menacing, magically flawless superman figure. Another statuesque skull-cracker charming those too ignorant to see him for what he really is, like Prince Kaelaroth Maschin of Magtok-Armennia." Wow, Magtok. I had no idea you'd actually bothered to remember the full name and title of that guy. Hell, I didn't even think you'd paid any attention at all back in the Waves plot. I don't think the prince was quite so villainous until Reinholdt wound up plagiarizing the guy's body, though.

[McBish]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Astrana shakes her head with amusement. "Val, I'll pay all the rent this month. Don't worry about that. I have so much money saved up it won't make a difference anyway." She rarely bought anything but food or paid the rent with her salary. "But maybe we shouldn't give him too much compliments, it might go to his head." She teases her boyfriend, very gently tapping Angie's arm with her elbow.

Angie chuckles and nods in agreement with Astrana. "Oh yeah you are probably right. There are enough big egos in the room without adding another one to it." Angie doesn't give much indication who she is talking about. If Angie had to tell the truth she honestly isn't speaking of any one person her. Large egos tend to be more common then lesbians in the Nexus.

[Gnrlshrimp]

[Must be talking to an Angel]

"A god would be nothing without his worthless mortals, Magtok. Don't sell yourself short." Ithuriel leans back and folds her arms, her cloak billowing around her as the mist swirls around her feet, "Now where has all this negativity come from, hmm? All of this is smoke and mirrors, I have done nothing to demonstrate that I am remotely superior to you...so why claim, even sarcastically, that you're in the shadow of something greater?"

Nothing wrong with swearing in front of this angel, you know.

"I've been to both extremes, bounced between them multiple times. I envy you, if you just wobble in the middle. Neither extreme is really all that pleasant."

[Felandria]

Monster Mash

Ah.
Aurelia blushes slightly
Well, I'm supposed to be a succubus. My dad was one.

Your......dad?

How?.........

[Arkhosia]

Your......dad?

How?.........

I think he said something about a Belt of Change Gender once.

[BladeofObliviom]

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus stares for a long moment.

"I guess that makes sense. Aren't Succubi supposed to be shapeshifters, though?"

[UncleWolf]

[Monster Mash]

Riss produced a small sealable bag from a pocket. It was intended to carry any extra wires on her costume should there be a problem but so far there had hardly been any need to tinker with it. Holding the bag out so that Aequitus could drop it in, she quietly lamented that there was only one to examine. More samples meant more accurate data or at least the ability to draw a better average. Still, it wasn't as if she couldn't at least get general information from it. She's just need to be extra careful.

"Any handling information I should know about with these things?" she asked, her mind already putting together a few ideas on where to start. "Also, you said that you didn't have the time.. Just what is it like if you don't have the opportunity to run tests or something like this?" she inquired. So far, her curiosity was keeping a potential flood of babble at bay although given that this was the MagCave where her main workstation was located, it might just be a matter of time until she would head off to beguin with her testing... In any case, the techno-paladin would probably note her barely surpressed giggling as she kept an eye on Misha's stunt and the aftermath.

Monster Mash

Aequitus is silent for a few moments before he commands his helmet to open up, revealing his handsome face that's currently marred with distant sadness. "We didn't have time because we were constantly under siege and lacked the technology to do so. We didn't know enough about the dragons to be able to risk their innate...I believe the term is Malware here? That's why their screech was so damaging. We never experienced such before. We had no Firewalls or Protectors or Anti-Virals. How could we risk hooking up a Heart Core when we were in the fledgling stages of such techniques?"

[Slii Arhem]

Children of the Night

Reina looks Reintok over. And again.
"It looks nothing like a giant wolf corpse and I don't see how you'd ever even draw that conclusion." Reina replies to Magtok.

"Our... well he has a lot more... ahem... muscles than I'd have expected." Not that that's a bad thing, as Reina looks him over again. "Obviously takes after his mother. That's very impressive work." Maybe a bit too impressive. Wow.

She makes sure to look him over one last time to burn the image in her mind before it disappears.


Angels We Have Heard on High

"Oh hell if I know, I'm just a worthless mortal." Magtok! Bad cyborg! No swearing in front of angels!

"Does it matter? Dark or light, I'm still in the shadow of something greater, aren't I? Others have their conversions to and from light and darkness. I just sort of...wobble. Nothing so extreme, I just make decisions, and hope I can live with them after."

Mag&Fel

To Outside!

Cat Got Your Son?

"I didn't say giant wolf corpse, I said Astir. As in, yet another menacing, magically flawless superman figure. Another statuesque skull-cracker charming those too ignorant to see him for what he really is, like Prince Kaelaroth Maschin of Magtok-Armennia." Wow, Magtok. I had no idea you'd actually bothered to remember the full name and title of that guy. Hell, I didn't even think you'd paid any attention at all back in the Waves plot. I don't think the prince was quite so villainous until Reinholdt wound up plagiarizing the guy's body, though.

Cat's in the Cradle with the Chromey Spoon

The man's form wavers for a few seconds and then collapses into water, which quickly reforms as Misha with one arm held tightly over her chest as she bends over to pick up her bikini top. She looks around, hoping no one has noticed her wardrobe malfunction beyond her audience of two.

"I don't suppose you have a changing room I could use? It'd be quick." She kind of needs both hands to tie the top's string back together, and her bottoms could do with a touch up as well after the strain they were put through.

[Terumitsu]

[Monster Mash]

Perhaps it was the wine but Riss managed to be much more accepting of this sort of thing than she normally was. Then again, if the technology was based in closed source OS and tightly controlled. The muse could see at least a potential for that sort of enviornment. It even seemed to have a few perks in it's own way as that was less time spent in the eternal cyber arms race and more time spent actually furthering creative pursuits. "I see.. So it was out of prudence which is admirable in it's own way. At least here I should be able to handle whatever it might have in store for us." she said, holding up the bag so as to look at the core in the light.

"So you said-" Riss paused for a moment to watch Misha put on a show of shapeshifting into some quite attractive male before faking a quick cough and continuing. "Sorry. Something about not having the time? Could you tell me more? About all of it, I mean. Was there only one settlement or was this a very decentralized sort of force that could appear and fade without warning?" she asked; clearly interested but seemingly only in the academic sort of way rather than on a personal level. She also motioned for him to follow as she began slowly making her way towards the side apertures of the room along a path that would take the pair of them by Judge-tok, Misha, and Reina.

[UncleWolf]

Monster Mash

Aequitus looks like he's about to start talking, but stops when he starts to walk after Riss. After a moment more he continues. "Less prudence and more practicality. By the time we had even one of these we'd lost three quarters of our territories." He admits sadly with a shake of his head. "As to the rest, it's a long story and best told elsewhere while seated. It'd only spoil the mood for the partiers here, but if you have someplace else you wish to talk, that's fine with me."

[Terumitsu]

[Monster Mash - Misha Malfunction]

Riss stopped by one of the tables along the way which had no occupants and grabbed the ends of the tablecloth. "Been wanting to try this.. Stand back a little just in case I scew this up, though." she said before giving the cloth a sharp jerk. The result was some shaking cups and one nearly toppling but, over all, a decently clean performance. "I'm thinking we could do two things at once while we're at it. You did say you wanted to know about the cores, right?" she said, draping the cloth over her non mechanical arm and continuing along at a rather steady pace.

It was her intention to try and toss the tablecloth around her neriad as a makeshift sort of cloak so as to add a bit more covering than half of a bikini. She didn't plan to stick around for much longer than that aside from passing along a quick message, though, what with this being a short stop on the way to her lab. In any case, with a "Here you go." said with a half smile, Misha might find a suitable stand in for a robe being wrapped around her shoulders in short order. That, however, would be followed up with a rather businesslike "Sir." which would be accompanied by an equally sober nod towards the cyborg and Reina.

[UncleWolf]

Monster Mash - Misha Malfunction

Aequitus nods towards the others as he walks with Riss. "That'd be fine." He mentions to his guide, continuing on unless stopped.

[Felandria]

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus stares for a long moment.

"I guess that makes sense. Aren't Succubi supposed to be shapeshifters, though?"

Well, I can shapeshift, but I'm not a succubus.

She intends no offense in this comment.

[Arkhosia]

Monster Mash

Aurelia shrugs.
I don't really know, to be honest. I didn't see him very often, and I never met other succubi.

[Lord Magtok]

Better the Devil You Know

"It shows you can commit," Magtok replies almost immediately, the silly smile back on his face. "Oh sure, maybe not time-wise. Maybe no longer than for a few decades or so to this side or that before flip-flopping, but when angels go evil, they don't just go evil. They go totally super crazy stab innocent baby puppies with pitchforks and make children watch evil. When they're good, it's a case of man don't even think about thinking about being bad she will give you that schoolteacher look and next thing you know you'll be in GLoG confessing everything you've done since third grade before you can even blink good.

Some days I'll wish I could pull off angel-level good, even if just for a little while, but it's just too scary and too much work, y'know? Easier to just wobble in that direction and then back off. Same thing for evil, what with the consequences and guilt and such holding back the worst of it all. Ithuriel, you're both a better and a worse person than me and I'm totally jealous. Of both halves."

Angeltok stops to reach a hand out towards his back, petting one feathery appendage as Ithuriel did only moments ago.

"I've still got you beat for wings, though. Seriously, did you get a good look at these things? Whiter than snow. Whiter than white. Soft and downy and so unbelievably beautiful. I could take an axe and hack these things right off my back without any anesthetic, and so long as I used these perfectly fluffy feathers to stuff my pillow, I'd still get a perfect night's rest. Lucifer wishes he could've been this gorgeous before his fall from grace, and I'm just so gosh darned modest about it too, aren't I?"

[Reinholdt]

Misha Watch

Reina gives Mag a look. "He wasn't very charming looking at all. Are we talking about the same thing here?" :smallconfused:

Good thing Riss was there suddenly to toss clothing around. Yay.

[Lord Magtok]

Misha's Bra Blunder

"Excellent timing, Riss. Changing room's down that way, if it's still necessary." Magtok remarks, before turning back towards Reina.

"Okay seriously, you're one of the Reins that would remember Astir, right? Where are you getting anything wolf-like from? Let alone him looking like a corpse?"

[Gullara]

Angie chuckles and nods in agreement with Astrana. "Oh yeah you are probably right. There are enough big egos in the room without adding another one to it." Angie doesn't give much indication who she is talking about. If Angie had to tell the truth she honestly isn't speaking of any one person her. Large egos tend to be more common then lesbians in the Nexus.

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Valente chuckles a little bit. "Well don't worry about that. I'm humble as can be." He says jokingly.

[Felandria]

Mag&Fel

To Outside!


Yes, to Outside!

[Slii Arhem]

[Monster Mash - Misha Malfunction]

Riss stopped by one of the tables along the way which had no occupants and grabbed the ends of the tablecloth. "Been wanting to try this.. Stand back a little just in case I scew this up, though." she said before giving the cloth a sharp jerk. The result was some shaking cups and one nearly toppling but, over all, a decently clean performance. "I'm thinking we could do two things at once while we're at it. You did say you wanted to know about the cores, right?" she said, draping the cloth over her non mechanical arm and continuing along at a rather steady pace.

It was her intention to try and toss the tablecloth around her neriad as a makeshift sort of cloak so as to add a bit more covering than half of a bikini. She didn't plan to stick around for much longer than that aside from passing along a quick message, though, what with this being a short stop on the way to her lab. In any case, with a "Here you go." said with a half smile, Misha might find a suitable stand in for a robe being wrapped around her shoulders in short order. That, however, would be followed up with a rather businesslike "Sir." which would be accompanied by an equally sober nod towards the cyborg and Reina.


Misha Watch

Reina gives Mag a look. "He wasn't very charming looking at all. Are we talking about the same thing here?" :smallconfused:

Good thing Riss was there suddenly to toss clothing around. Yay.


Misha's Bra Blunder

"Excellent timing, Riss. Changing room's down that way, if it's still necessary." Magtok remarks, before turning back towards Reina.

"Okay seriously, you're one of the Reins that would remember Astir, right? Where are you getting anything wolf-like from? Let alone him looking like a corpse?"

Misha's Fabulous New Cape (and Also Maybe Magtok and Reina Arguing About Something)

"No, this'll be fine, thank you." Misha smiles beatifically at Riss and nods towards Aequitus as they pass, and busies herself with tying the tablecloth in a sturdy knot around her neck, turning it into a proper cloak so she can turn towards the wall and put her bikini top on with some sense of decency. She's come a long way from walking around everywhere naked.

Well, a short way. She still prefers light swimwear to actual clothing.

[Terumitsu]

[Just A Quick Stop - The Lime Room]

Riss smiled back and said "We're going to my lab for a bit. Wanted to let you know before I just disappeared so you or Mimi won't need to ask around." Lightly pushing herself up on her toes, the muse aimed to put a quick peck on Misha's cheek before letting her return to the conversation at hand. Sure, it was in front of Magtok and all but this was a more relaxed sort of atmosphere than usual, right? In any case, she gave both her employer and Reina a second nod each before departing. It would be pretty rude to me as without at least a token sort of farewell.

Motioning for Aequitus to follow, she would lead the way to her laboratory, pushing the doors open and quietly remarking to herself how empty it looked now that Imp wasn't staying there. Well, a few other things had been removed too as well as some general cleaning up but it still felt exceedingly spartan now. "Take any chair you like. Need a moment to get this stuff off, though." the muse said, beginning to fiddle with the mechanical arm at the shoulder. Aequitus may note that the lab seemed to have quite a few nasty designs and weapons adorning the walls, though. And most of them didn't look like they were models either.

[Lord Magtok]

Masque of the Red Dunce


Monster Mash

"AMEN decided it didn't need me. I, in turn, decided I didn't need them. Nobody abandoned anybody. And you...no, I could go on, but this is a party, and it wouldn't do to kill the mood explaining every little thing you've done and are doing wrong."

Magtok shakes his head, and turns towards Caelynn, offering an arm if she should want to take it with her own.

"It's fine. He's just a child. He's testing the limits, seeing how much he can say and get away with before security's called. Making a nuisance of himself so he can say he trolled us good if we respond emotionally. He knows he can't actually do a thing in here, he's too afraid of me to try."


Nora (dressed as She-Hulk) arrives in time to hear the last part of the Magtok/Clegg conversation. She turns to Magtok. "Is this kind of behaviour and talk normal for 'Halloween'?" She's seriously unclear on the concept. Perhaps Clegg's threats are meant to be festive? :smallconfused:


Cael, Clegg, Mag, and NORA!

Caelynn does take his arm.
He really shouldn't do that. He's lucky I haven't slugged him.


Clegg speaks, his tone as civil as possible. Your fist might get stuck, darling. It'd be a shame to dirty such... soft looking flesh, wouldn't it?

As for you, Magtok... It's considered rude for a host to treat a guest so terribly...

"No Nora, he's just a troublemaker. Carry on, but if I think it's escalating too far I'll let you know and you can sneak up and snap his coccyx off." Magtok remarks with a silly grin, despite meaning every word of that sentence.

"...That's the tail bone, before anyone starts freaking out."

[Arkhosia]

Masque of the Red Dunce



"No Nora, he's just a troublemaker. Carry on, but if I think it's escalating too far I'll let you know and you can sneak up and snap his coccyx off." Magtok remarks with a silly grin, despite meaning every word of that sentence.

"...That's the tail bone, before anyone starts freaking out."

Captain of The Flying Dunceman
Let 's just go somewhere else.
Caelynn says, attempting to pull Magtok with her as she walks somewhere else.

[Reinholdt]

Astir Aftermath

"Of course I remember him. I spent way more time with him than you did, and I'm telling you he wasn't charming looking in the least. He was a terrifying canine zombie that would be perfect for Halloween parties if not for the bad things he caused." How is this so hard for Magtok to remember? It was pretty eye catching.

[happyturtle]

Watching Clegg

Nora/She-Hulk watches Clegg to see if she needs to break him.

Staaaaaaaaaare.

[Felandria]

Monster Mash

Aurelia shrugs.
I don't really know, to be honest. I didn't see him very often, and I never met other succubi.

I know how you feel.

I didn't even know who my father was until a little over a year ago.

And when he found me, it was a huge surprise.

[Arkhosia]

I know how you feel.

I didn't even know who my father was until a little over a year ago.

And when he found me, it was a huge surprise.

Who is your father?
She asks, intrigued

[Felandria]

Who is your father?
She asks, intrigued

Zeus.

One day, I'm exploring an ice cave, next thing you know, I've doubled in size and I find out I'm a demigod.

Then my friends and I went to hell.

It was a weird day.

[Lord Magtok]

Astir Aftermath

"Of course I remember him. I spent way more time with him than you did, and I'm telling you he wasn't charming looking in the least. He was a terrifying canine zombie that would be perfect for Halloween parties if not for the bad things he caused." How is this so hard for Magtok to remember? It was pretty eye catching.

Judgetok shakes his head. "No, he was definitely...were you on magical drugs back then or something? Or maybe he's like those gems that one Reinholdt collects, and looks different for people? Actually, now that I think about it, I don't think I ever really talked about how he looks to anyone while we were out to get him. Happy might've seen him as a three-headed goat dog for all I know."

[Shadowcaller]

Angie chuckles and nods in agreement with Astrana. "Oh yeah you are probably right. There are enough big egos in the room without adding another one to it." Angie doesn't give much indication who she is talking about. If Angie had to tell the truth she honestly isn't speaking of any one person her. Large egos tend to be more common then lesbians in the Nexus.


[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Valente chuckles a little bit. "Well don't worry about that. I'm humble as can be." He says jokingly.

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Astrana looks at her boyfriend with a smile on her face. "He's actually telling the truth there, Val is humblest person I know. Never seen anything going over his head, he's far too modest even though I bet a lot of girls are looking at him right now." SHe teases a bit, letting her tail wrap around his ankle.

[Slii Arhem]

Astir Aftermath

"Of course I remember him. I spent way more time with him than you did, and I'm telling you he wasn't charming looking in the least. He was a terrifying canine zombie that would be perfect for Halloween parties if not for the bad things he caused." How is this so hard for Magtok to remember? It was pretty eye catching.


Judgetok shakes his head. "No, he was definitely...were you on magical drugs back then or something? Or maybe he's like those gems that one Reinholdt collects, and looks different for people? Actually, now that I think about it, I don't think I ever really talked about how he looks to anyone while we were out to get him. Happy might've seen him as a three-headed goat dog for all I know."

Astir Astigmatism

"A guy who looks different depending on who looks at them? Kind of sounds like one of my old tricks, back when I acted like a proper nereid. I used to appear to people like whatever they found most attractive. It's a weird talent, but it's sort of inborn to us, and it works on most people." Left unsaid is Misha's willingness to demonstrate said dangerous talent as a cheap party favor.

[Reinholdt]

"Really? A goat dog? A platypus bear makes more sense."

Hela looks back at Misha. "Oh? Show us?"

[McBish]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"Yeah, I'm sure they are." Angie says sounding just the tiniest bit flustered. While Angie hasn't been oggling the shirtless boy in front of her she definitly gave him a good looking over when they first came over. She isn't entierly sure if Astrana is trying to tease Valente or her.

[Gullara]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Considering Valente's reaction, it's likely Valente was the target of her teasing. His face goes red yet again and he shuffles his feet. Does she really think other women have been looking at him? When Angie speaks up he's not sure what to say. "Well, um, thanks. I only really care that one girl is looking at me, though." Valente slips his arm around Astrana's waist and chuckles a bit awkwardly.

[Lord Magtok]

More Misha Mischief

"I've already looked in a mirror before," Judgetok jokes, before the silly grin quickly fades. "No, but in all seriousness, I'll opt out of this one. Not trying to be a rude jerk or anything, just...things not meant for mortal eyes, I might be secretly trying to deny something or somethings to myself and be thrown into shock by the truth, the face and body of a fictional person I'll never meet who will always haunt me as superior to whoever I happen to be with, etcetera." He turns around, and waits. A whole bunch of security cameras simultaneously move away from Misha, too.

"Let me know when it's over?"

[Hattish Thing]

Well, Clegg leaves. He's had enough of socializing with these people. If you can call Clegg annoying everyone around him socializing. :smalltongue: He got what he wanted out of this experience. He got to scout out Magtok and the Magcave. He didn't seem like a threat to Clegg. All's well. He strides out as a brightly colored... creature walks in as well. clegg winces in disgust at the person before leaving for good.

However, the other individual hops into the Magcave, arriving fashionably late, of course. He's clad in enough necklaces, rings, and anklets to buy a castle. http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/4207/md13.png

He doesn't appear to have put much time into a costume really. He just has an Anonymous Mask on. His swanky clothing evidently marks this person as someone with money to gloat about, but no one at this party should recognize this figure. After all, out of everyone here, the last time anyone saw anything that looked like Marciano was when Magtok lit a cigarette on Marcy's face as the halfling burnt alive. Pleasant.

Marciano, for it was indeed he, seems to rather enjoy being in public again under a disguise. It was nice. He smells of French Vanilla Cologne, and his voice is... a tad nasal. Odd. He instantly sees Felandria, and walks over. Of course. Once he arrives he will speak out to her. Well hello there, darlin'. Now tell me, how late am I? I was in bed with three women. Seemed a shame to leave em be so soon, butcha know, that's just the life I live. First World problems, eh? Hehe.

[Arkhosia]

Fel, Marcy, Cyrus, & Aurelia

Aurelia jumps when Marciano appears.
Um, hello there...

[Hattish Thing]

Fel, Marcy, Cyrus, & Aurelia

Aurelia jumps when Marciano appears.
Um, hello there...

He pretty much ignores her, more intent to talk with the prettier Felandria. Wasn't talking to you, hun.

[Lord Magtok]

Captain of The Flying Dunceman
Let 's just go somewhere else.
Caelynn says, attempting to pull Magtok with her as she walks somewhere else.

"Somewhere else?" Magtok questions, pulled along...well, wherever it is Caelynn's intent on taking him. You'd think he'd know where they're going, seeing as this is his house and all, but I guess he's had too much spiked punch, is still struggling to get Clegg's ugly bone-face out of his mind, or is presently distracted by what he hopes will be Felandria punching Marcy so hard he lands in the basement.

[Arkhosia]

"Somewhere else?" Magtok questions, pulled along...well, wherever it is Caelynn's intent on taking him. You'd think he'd know where they're going, seeing as this is his house and all, but I guess he's had too much spiked punch, is still struggling to get Clegg's ugly bone-face out of his mind, or is presently distracted by what he hopes will be Felandria punching Marcy so hard he lands in the basement.

Just a less crowded part of the party area.
Just attempting to distance us from Clegg...
Who has apparently just left!
She remarks, noticing Clegg leave and a strangely familiar figure enter.
Well, that was awkward

[Slii Arhem]

"Really? A goat dog? A platypus bear makes more sense."

Hela looks back at Misha. "Oh? Show us?"


More Misha Mischief

"I've already looked in a mirror before," Judgetok jokes, before the silly grin quickly fades. "No, but in all seriousness, I'll opt out of this one. Not trying to be a rude jerk or anything, just...things not meant for mortal eyes, I might be secretly trying to deny something or somethings to myself and be thrown into shock by the truth, the face and body of a fictional person I'll never meet who will always haunt me as superior to whoever I happen to be with, etcetera." He turns around, and waits. A whole bunch of security cameras simultaneously move away from Misha, too.

"Let me know when it's over?"

Pay no Attention to the Nereid Behind the Tablecloth

"Alright then, if you want to see it." Misha will relax her control over the minor amount of empathy she has for this sort of situation, and take a closer look at Reina. From a combination of reading visual cues, physical ticks and very minor mind reading that Misha doesn't even know is part of her ability, the nereid tries to construct a rough shape that Reina would find pleasing and morph herself into it. From there all of Reina's reactions to the form will be subconsciously catalogued and analyzed, and the form will be refined minutely over the course of the next few moments in a variety of ways based on what she sees.

This will go on until Reina's reactions seem entirely favorable, or it will simply fizzle if Reina's body and surface thoughts don't give enough information for Misha's ability to work. Knowing that the form is probably going to undo her bikini again, Misha wisely stays under her tablecloth cloak to keep some semblance of modesty.

[Felandria]

He pretty much ignores her, more intent to talk with the prettier Felandria. Wasn't talking to you, hun.

There's no need to be rude, pal.

[Hattish Thing]

There's no need to be rude, pal.

Marciano immediately counters, absolutely oozing charisma and cologne. Ahh, my apologies, darlin'. Your friend was bein' sorta rude to me. I don't really take well to such disrespectful statements from strangers. I haven't earned it yet, right? Heh. Now, I must say I rarely meet someone of your exotic stature and extreme beauty. May I? He'll attempt to reach for her hand and bring her hand to his... lips? Covered by the mask. Yes.

[Felandria]

Marciano immediately counters, absolutely oozing charisma and cologne. Ahh, my apologies, darlin'. Your friend was bein' sorta rude to me. I don't really take well to such disrespectful statements from strangers. I haven't earned it yet, right? Heh. Now, I must say I rarely meet someone of your exotic stature and extreme beauty. May I? He'll attempt to reach for her hand and bring her hand to his... lips? Covered by the mask. Yes.

Felandria raises an eyebrow.

Surely Marciano realizes Felandria would recognize him, since Felandria worked in his casino as a bouncer.

Do you always hit on your former employees?

[BladeofObliviom]

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus lets loose a good-natured chuckle at the farcical family structure of his newest acquaintance. How could he not? It IS fairly funny.

The smiling and laughing stops dead as a less-fond acquaintance from some time ago deigns to approach-NO! DARES to INTRUDE UPON a conversation that was going oh-so-well before he showed his foolish face here!

"He does, actually. And usually their parents too, just for good measure. Hello, Marcy."

Most of this is spoken in Cyrus' usual good-natured, humorous tone. The italicized bit? Cold as ice, I'm afraid.

[Hattish Thing]

Felandria raises an eyebrow.

Surely Marciano realizes Felandria would recognize him, since Felandria worked in his casino as a bouncer.

Do you always hit on your former employees?

He nods and gives a bow. Nooo, only the pretty ones, sweetheart. You should be honored. The Casino went into NPC-Land. But, there's always a place for you there. And in my pants, heh.

Marciano Louv're turns to face Cyrus. Erm. You must have me confused, punkin. Try again. I am Mr. Ritz Mckane. Owner of the Ritzzz Casino and Club. Is she yours? My apologies if she is, I didn't know. Also.. lighten your tone.

[Reinholdt]

Mighty Morphing Magic Misha

What does Misha morph into? A cyborg Tobias? A Kyne with an Ermine tail? A fey'ri version of Reynard? Maybe Vel as imagined as a smurf? Callie with her fox ears poking out of a purple top hat? Himself? A pile of gold? A battle-scarred blue cyborg pirate kitsune lich?

None of the above, of course, though they all have their unique appeals. Nope. What most likely is there is but a simple cat. Well I shouldn't say that. She's a very pretty cat. I don't think I could properly express the importance of the tail size. Or correctly proportioned paws in relation to the nose. Or how the sheen of the fur should vary based on the length. Or how dreadfully all important the eyes are to changing a beautiful cat into a stunning one. But these are all things Rein knows, even if they tend to elude two-leggers.

Reina gives Misha a sad half smile, her eyes wandering over Misha's form. "She's beautiful," Reina whispers breathlessly.

That is to say if Misha doesn't get buried under the tablecloth. Entirely likely.

That is also to say if it works out at all. This is probably pretty esoteric, even by Misha's standards and I'm not sure if it is even a thing that could be done. Fur and water don't mix well. I suppose alternatively there will be some beautiful, generic, imperfect humanoid woman there that Reina certainly physically appreciates, maybe even drools over a bit, but invariably doesn't find lives up to the hype.

[Lord Magtok]

Misha, Misha, On the Wall, Who Is the Fairest Of Them All?

She. Reina said she. Why the hell does that bother you, Magtok? Leaving aside the fact that this is a female Reinholdt and you have every valid reason to want it dead and buried for all eternity, shouldn't you be past this kind of vanity and self-obsession by now? You've been parodying your own hubris for ages, so when definitive proof comes along that you are not some mentally ill feline's ideal for the beautiful, flawless, indisputably perfect mate, shouldn't that be good news? I mean, you never even built your image around physical appeal anyways, so it's not like someone's besting you in your own profession or anything.

"Can I turn around yet?"

Mag and Caelynn

"Actually, while we're talking about leaving, it's getting kinda late. Party should be wrapping up soon. Need someone to fly you back, in case Clegg's still hiding down the road?"

Sure, HALO might be underwater, and it'd be easier to just teleport in or something, but in Magtok's experience, just about everyone loves flying (except Valia :smalltongue:). It'd be simple enough to drop her off next to one of the shuttles, and then immediately get the hell out of there before someone from HALO sees him and remembers what happened the last time he visited their organization.

[Arkhosia]

Misha, Misha, On the Wall, Who Is the Fairest Of Them All?

She. Reina said she. Why the hell does that bother you, Magtok? Leaving aside the fact that this is a female Reinholdt and you have every valid reason to want it dead and buried for all eternity, shouldn't you be past this kind of vanity and self-obsession by now? You've been parodying your own hubris for ages, so when definitive proof comes along that you are not some mentally ill feline's ideal for the beautiful, flawless, indisputably perfect mate, shouldn't that be good news? I mean, you never even built your image around physical appeal anyways, so it's not like someone's besting you in your own profession or anything.

"Can I turn around yet?"

Mag and Caelynn

"Actually, while we're talking about leaving, it's getting kinda late. Party should be wrapping up soon. Need someone to fly you back, in case Clegg's still hiding down the road?"

Sure, HALO might be underwater, and it'd be easier to just teleport in or something, but in Magtok's experience, just about everyone loves flying (except Valia :smalltongue:). It'd be simple enough to drop her off next to one of the shuttles, and then immediately get the hell out of there before someone from HALO sees him and remembers what happened the last time he visited their organization.

The cat Faunus nods.
That would be nice. I have an apartment in Inside. I would teleport over, but... Teleporting long distances is extremely tiring for me mentally.

[Shadowcaller]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"Yeah, I'm sure they are." Angie says sounding just the tiniest bit flustered. While Angie hasn't been oggling the shirtless boy in front of her she definitly gave him a good looking over when they first came over. She isn't entierly sure if Astrana is trying to tease Valente or her.


[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Considering Valente's reaction, it's likely Valente was the target of her teasing. His face goes red yet again and he shuffles his feet. Does she really think other women have been looking at him? When Angie speaks up he's not sure what to say. "Well, um, thanks. I only really care that one girl is looking at me, though." Valente slips his arm around Astrana's waist and chuckles a bit awkwardly.

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Astrana chuckles lightly. "I'm not worried Val so relax and just enjoy the attention." She isn't done teasing just yet though apparently. "Though the costumes were a bit daring, don't you think Angie?" She asks, gesturing down at herself.

http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx135/oots12321/oots%20Scenes/ValenteandAstrana-Costumes_zps59e65fa0.png

[McBish]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Angie gives a little nod pointedly not looking Astrana over again for fear of her face going flush. "Yes just a bit daring. Though this is the Nexus so not quite to the point of shocking." Angie has never really adapted to the way many women in the Nexus dress to show off their bodies. Here she is wearing a dress where you can see her shoulders and all of her arms, for her that is daring as she mostly wears clothes that cover her from neck to toe. Someone who didn't know her could probably guess that looking at her pale arms. "Though you guys definitly pull off those costumes."

[Gullara]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

((Of course you had to link that picture. :smalltongue:))

"Well thanks. We put a lot of work into them." It was a fun project for them to do together! "Daring is what we were going for, though I gotta say, it's a bit more awkward actually wearing this out in public." He can deal with that, though.

[Darkcomet]

[Some Other Time, Maybe, A Call]

Ringringring. Assuming Magtok has something along those lines.

Caller ID is...

An Evolution Industries number? :smallconfused: Why do they suddenly think they're on talking terms?

[Slii Arhem]

Mighty Morphing Magic Misha

What does Misha morph into? A cyborg Tobias? A Kyne with an Ermine tail? A fey'ri version of Reynard? Maybe Vel as imagined as a smurf? Callie with her fox ears poking out of a purple top hat? Himself? A pile of gold? A battle-scarred blue cyborg pirate kitsune lich?

None of the above, of course, though they all have their unique appeals. Nope. What most likely is there is but a simple cat. Well I shouldn't say that. She's a very pretty cat. I don't think I could properly express the importance of the tail size. Or correctly proportioned paws in relation to the nose. Or how the sheen of the fur should vary based on the length. Or how dreadfully all important the eyes are to changing a beautiful cat into a stunning one. But these are all things Rein knows, even if they tend to elude two-leggers.

Reina gives Misha a sad half smile, her eyes wandering over Misha's form. "She's beautiful," Reina whispers breathlessly.

That is to say if Misha doesn't get buried under the tablecloth. Entirely likely.

That is also to say if it works out at all. This is probably pretty esoteric, even by Misha's standards and I'm not sure if it is even a thing that could be done. Fur and water don't mix well. I suppose alternatively there will be some beautiful, generic, imperfect humanoid woman there that Reina certainly physically appreciates, maybe even drools over a bit, but invariably doesn't find lives up to the hype.


Misha, Misha, On the Wall, Who Is the Fairest Of Them All?

She. Reina said she. Why the hell does that bother you, Magtok? Leaving aside the fact that this is a female Reinholdt and you have every valid reason to want it dead and buried for all eternity, shouldn't you be past this kind of vanity and self-obsession by now? You've been parodying your own hubris for ages, so when definitive proof comes along that you are not some mentally ill feline's ideal for the beautiful, flawless, indisputably perfect mate, shouldn't that be good news? I mean, you never even built your image around physical appeal anyways, so it's not like someone's besting you in your own profession or anything.

"Can I turn around yet?"

Mag and Caelynn

"Actually, while we're talking about leaving, it's getting kinda late. Party should be wrapping up soon. Need someone to fly you back, in case Clegg's still hiding down the road?"

Sure, HALO might be underwater, and it'd be easier to just teleport in or something, but in Magtok's experience, just about everyone loves flying (except Valia :smalltongue:). It'd be simple enough to drop her off next to one of the shuttles, and then immediately get the hell out of there before someone from HALO sees him and remembers what happened the last time he visited their organization.

There should be a Clever Title Here, but Instead Misha

Thankfully, and more than a bit sadly, Misha does have enough cat DNA in her system to work with Reina's fantasies. It seems throughout history more than a few felines were drowned in her pool by sadistic or simply capricious beings. One thing to note though, is that the sudden loss of mass is too great for simply compressing herself to compensate for, and so the cat winds up standing under a soaked tablecloth as she sheds mass to shrink herself down enough.

"Mew?" The cat struggles out of its covering, pitiful and confused as she twitches her whiskers and flicks her tail back and forth. She... did not expect that the woman would find a cat the most beautiful thing in the Nexus, but I guess that's life. After a few moments of considering it and ultimately dismissing her confusion since she's not aware of the circumstances behind it, Misha parades in a figure eight between Reina's legs, rubbing her scent through her calves before crawling back under the tablecloth and poking her head up through the hole so she can change back to normal. The transition isn't perfect, soaking up all the water in the clothes, cloth, and on the floor in order to build herself up again, but the minute loss of height and weight isn't easy to tell simply by looking at her.

"Alright, you're fine Magtok." She bends over to pick up her bikini pieces again, holding the front of her makeshift cloak closed with one hand.

[Felandria]

He nods and gives a bow. Nooo, only the pretty ones, sweetheart. You should be honored. The Casino went into NPC-Land. But, there's always a place for you there. And in my pants, heh.

Felandria smirks.

For one thing, I wouldn't fit in your pants.

Whereas I could fit you in one leg of mine.

Secondly, I appreciate the flattery but there's no need to be hostile towards these nice people.

[Arkhosia]

Monster Mash

I'm just going to go.
I know when I'm not wanted.
Aurelia says, drawing her shadowy wings around her as she backs away into the crowd.

[Felandria]

Monster Mash

I'm just going to go.
I know when I'm not wanted.
Aurelia says, drawing her shadowy wings around her as she backs away into the crowd.

No, wait.......

Come back.......

[Arkhosia]

No, wait.......

Come back.......

Too late!
Aurelia has already retreated into the corner of the party area.
She's pretty easy to spot though due to a stunning lack of NPCs, so Fel shouldn't have any trouble locating her.

[BladeofObliviom]

Marciano Louv're turns to face Cyrus. Erm. You must have me confused, punkin. Try again. I am Mr. Ritz Mckane. Owner of the Ritzzz Casino and Club. Is she yours? My apologies if she is, I didn't know. Also.. lighten your tone.

[Monster Mash - Drinks Table]

Cyrus frowns much more distinctly. I mean really! It's not like Marcy's really fooling anyone. They even use the same text color! :smalltongue:

"Riiiiight. Well, I am entirely too sober to be dealing with this right now, and one of my new friends just slipped away into the crowd thanks to your presence, so I'm going to go make sure she doesn't go break down somewhere thanks to far too much alcohol and a terminal dose of sleaze.

Care to come along, Miss Felandria?"

On a side note, he does chuckle a little bit when Fel refers to him as nice. :smallyuk:

[Felandria]

[Monster Mash - Drinks Table]

Cyrus frowns much more distinctly. I mean really! It's not like Marcy's really fooling anyone. They even use the same text color! :smalltongue:

"Riiiiight. Well, I am entirely too sober to be dealing with this right now, and one of my new friends just slipped away into the crowd thanks to your presence, so I'm going to go make sure she doesn't go break down somewhere thanks to far too much alcohol and a terminal dose of sleaze.

Care to come along, Miss Felandria?"

On a side note, he does chuckle a little bit when Fel refers to him as nice. :smallyuk:

Gladly.

Fel gets to her feel and joins Cyrus in checking on Aurelia.

[Hattish Thing]

Felandria smirks.

For one thing, I wouldn't fit in your pants.

Whereas I could fit you in one leg of mine.

Secondly, I appreciate the flattery but there's no need to be hostile towards these nice people.


He laughs a bit and replies. Ehh, true. But there are potions for that sorta thing ya know. I know a guy that could supply both of us enough body augmentation potions to try any fetish known to man. Which is impressive, to say the least. How've ya been, darling? He ignores her criticism.





[Monster Mash - Drinks Table]

Cyrus frowns much more distinctly. I mean really! It's not like Marcy's really fooling anyone. They even use the same text color! :smalltongue:

"Riiiiight. Well, I am entirely too sober to be dealing with this right now, and one of my new friends just slipped away into the crowd thanks to your presence, so I'm going to go make sure she doesn't go break down somewhere thanks to far too much alcohol and a terminal dose of sleaze.

Care to come along, Miss Felandria?"

On a side note, he does chuckle a little bit when Fel refers to him as nice. :smallyuk:

Marcy just grins all the more at Cyrus's reaction. You must be confusing me with someone else, Cyrus. I mean, last time I checked Marcy wasn't 5.9 and sexy all hell. I mean, just look! He undoes his mask to reveal an extremely pretty male face. Definitely not Marciano's. No need to be rude, hun. I guess I'll have to come apologize to her. Lead the way, ladies.

[Arkhosia]

[Monster Mash - Drinks Table]

Cyrus frowns much more distinctly. I mean really! It's not like Marcy's really fooling anyone. They even use the same text color! :smalltongue:

"Riiiiight. Well, I am entirely too sober to be dealing with this right now, and one of my new friends just slipped away into the crowd thanks to your presence, so I'm going to go make sure she doesn't go break down somewhere thanks to far too much alcohol and a terminal dose of sleaze.

Care to come along, Miss Felandria?"

On a side note, he does chuckle a little bit when Fel refers to him as nice. :smallyuk:


Gladly.

Fel gets to her feel and joins Cyrus in checking on Aurelia.

They'll find her in the corner with her shadow-wings drawn around her, as well as her tail.
She doesn't notice their approach.

[Reinholdt]

Misha Meows

Reina bends down to give Misha cat a few scritches. "Such a good kitty." :smallbiggrin:

She sighs wistfully and straightens as Misha returns to her tablecloth and reforms. Even this cat, perfectly sculpted as she was, couldn't talk. It'd be a terrible conversation partner. I mean sure, there's cat talk and then there's cat talk. But still. All the same, this is probably the closest Reina will get to something remotely along those lines.

Ah well. She'd be more upset about it if it weren't her own bed of roses. She really just tries to avoid thinking about it most of the time. "It's all over Magtok. You can stop hiding now."

[Shadowcaller]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"Yeah, I usually wear more conservative clothes. I'm not exactly the most unabashed of individuals, but it's fun dressing up in something more revealing for a while and I did feel that the moment called for it." Astrana explains. "And Val as I said earlier, is a boy scout." She grins at her boyfriend.

[BladeofObliviom]

Gladly.

Fel gets to her feel and joins Cyrus in checking on Aurelia.


He laughs a bit and replies. Ehh, true. But there are potions for that sorta thing ya know. I know a guy that could supply both of us enough body augmentation potions to try any fetish known to man. Which is impressive, to say the least. How've ya been, darling? He ignores her criticism.

Marcy just grins all the more at Cyrus's reaction. You must be confusing me with someone else, Cyrus. I mean, last time I checked Marcy wasn't 5.9 and sexy all hell. I mean, just look! He undoes his mask to reveal an extremely pretty male face. Definitely not Marciano's. No need to be rude, hun. I guess I'll have to come apologize to her. Lead the way, ladies.


They'll find her in the corner with her shadow-wings drawn around her, as well as her tail.
She doesn't notice their approach.

(...You know, I think I misread somewhere, or just didn't get the memo that Marcy doesn't really look much like he used to. I suppose there are more than enough hilariously blatant clues for him to piece it together himself, though. He sort of is supposed to be fairly intelligent, if not quite at lolsupergenius levels.)

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus physically stifles a giggle as Marciano continues to deny who he truly is! He's not exactly convinced though, given the vocal similarity, mention of access to body modification techniques, the fact that he just knows Cyrus' name without being told beforehand since this is supposedly their first meeting, a host of other things, and his terrible sense of fashion. :smalltongue:

Still, while he finds the guy distasteful, at least "Ritzy" decided to bathe for once. Thus, the sorcerer doesn't stop him from following along (though he still shoots the ex-Halfling a glare). Or maybe he just knows he can't do much here because he's an astral projection right now.

The trio approaches Aurelia then, I suppose. Insert Dawn of War 2 joke here.

"You alright there, lass?"

[Hattish Thing]

(...You know, I think I misread somewhere, or just didn't get the memo that Marcy doesn't really look much like he used to. I suppose there are more than enough hilariously blatant clues for him to piece it together himself, though. He sort of is supposed to be fairly intelligent, if not quite at lolsupergenius levels.)

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus physically stifles a giggle as Marciano continues to deny who he truly is! He's not exactly convinced though, given the vocal similarity, mention of access to body modification techniques, the fact that he just knows Cyrus' name without being told beforehand since this is supposedly their first meeting, a host of other things, and his terrible sense of fashion. :smalltongue:

Still, while he finds the guy distasteful, at least "Ritzy" decided to bathe for once. Thus, the sorcerer doesn't stop him from following along (though he still shoots the ex-Halfling a glare). Or maybe he just knows he can't do much here because he's an astral projection right now.

The trio approaches Aurelia then, I suppose. Insert Dawn of War 2 joke here.

"You alright there, lass?"

((Yup! He had himself changed. I mean, it was from a time where just about everyone wanted to kill him. He has the same voice though, and the same sleaztastic personality. Seeing as Cyrus knows Marcy the best, I'd say Cyrus could recognize him. Especially seeing as Marcy just purposely said his name to confirm it while appearing innocent to most everyone else. :smalltongue:))

Mr. Ritz has indeed bathed. In fact, he smells absolutely wonderful. He's wearing a whole heap of vanilla cologne. He just winks at Cyrus when he glares, and continues to follow Felandria, mostly watching her rear as she moves. Oh lighten up, buddy. You're at a party, and there's beautiful gals around. You should pay me a visit sometime. Have some drinks, spend time with some gals, maybe discuss the weather, kay?

[Arkhosia]

Aurelia's Walls

Aurelia peers over the wings of shadow in front of her.
I'm fine.
And then she notices Marcy Ritzy.
Okay, now I'm not.

[Hattish Thing]

Aurelia's Walls

Aurelia peers over the wings of shadow in front of her.
I'm fine.
And then she notices Marcy Ritzy.
Okay, now I'm not.

Marciano frowns a bit before speaking to her. Hey there, hun. I think you took my words a tad too close to heart. Just a tad. I have absolutely no clue who you are, but hey, you're Fel's friend. So you must be good. Or her concubine. Either way, heh. To show I mean ya no harm, here. It's a Gift Card to the Ritz. Very nice. True to his word, he pulls out a golden card, which he'll offer to her.

[Arkhosia]

Marciano frowns a bit before speaking to her. Hey there, hun. I think you took my words a tad too close to heart. Just a tad. I have absolutely no clue who you are, but hey, you're Fel's friend. So you must be good. Or her concubine. Either way, heh. To show I mean ya no harm, here. It's a Gift Card to the Ritz. Very nice. True to his word, he pulls out a golden card, which he'll offer to her.

Aurelia Duskflame.
Aurelia tentatively takes the card.

[Lord Magtok]

Cyborgs, Cats, and Crushes

"I wasn't hiding!" Judgetok exclaims indignantly, as if anyone would ever believe that. "I just...I already gave my explanation!"

The mewing and mentioning of kitty does a little to make that weird feeling in Magtok's ego go away. Reina's a cat, moron. You insist on calling her Cat all the time, just to hammer home the differences between you and her, to claim a sort of speciesist superiority. Of course her dream lover is a cat, now get over yourself, sheesh. :smallyuk:


Flying Catgirls and Caustic Phonecalls!


[Some Other Time, Maybe, A Call]

Ringringring. Assuming Magtok has something along those lines.

Caller ID is...

An Evolution Industries number? :smallconfused: Why do they suddenly think they're on talking terms?


The cat Faunus nods.
That would be nice. I have an apartment in Inside. I would teleport over, but... Teleporting long distances is extremely tiring for me mentally.

Magtok leads her outside, at which point his wrist suddenly starts playing music. A rather embarrassing excerpt from Queen's Fat-Bottomed Girls, to be precise. Looks like DC's calling.

"Hang on, I've got to take this."

Caelynn might want to take 'hang on' literally, because the disco ball-headed MagClone suddenly starts floating up off the ground, pulling her up along with him as he does so, as his wrist switches to speakerphone.

"Hi DC! Bad timing, I'm afraid. Yeah, see, I was right in the middle of flirting with this cute catgirl from HALO at the Halloween party. Hm? Oh, I dunno, maybe an eight, nine out of ten? Score would be higher, but she was nervous around Clegg, and I usually only go for the ones who look like they could break my arm in twelve places, y'know? Oh! Speaking of, is KR still with Wendy? Still?! Shoot. Also, yeah, somehow party's still going on even though it's November outside. Nexus time, am I right?

Anyways, none of the other Magtoks wanted to take the call, so I'm stuck with it. I don't know what made you think we were on speaking terms, buuuuut...you have all of one minute to convince me not to hang up on you, starting from the first syllable of your first word, kay? Kay. Also, I have a computer in my head, so don't think I won't know exactly when your time is up. Go."

[Darkcomet]

[Phonecalls]

"Cat," comes the most immediate reply. The voice sounds a bit artificial, like it's been run through a few voice filters or something. But it certainly sounds close to how DC normally does and not distinctly higher-pitched at all. And the rather unpleasant tone there makes it pretty clear what cat the guy's talking about.

"I need a DNA sample from him for a project aimed at dealing with the problem. You probably have one, so I thought I'd ask."

[BladeofObliviom]

(Alright, cool beans. Just wanted to make sure I didn't completely ruin your intention. :smallsmile:)

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus ignores Marcy's attempt to extend an invitation. Unfortunately for the ex-Halfling, that bridge burned down with Louv're Tower. Even if the mage was the one who started it. "Ritzy" also gets a sharp look when Aurelia demonstrates extreme discomfort at his continued presence.

Somehow the sorcerer saw it coming, really. Still, in a surprising twist, Marciano actually apologizes for something! Okay, not really. But he kind of tried, at least in his own strange sleazy way, which is still very unusual! This, of course, does not stop Cyrus from making the universal "I'm not with him" gesture. :smalltongue:

"Right, well I suppose it's good to hear that you're all right. This way I don't have to drag you outside for a cooldown break, which would be rather hard anyway given my current state."

[Felandria]

(Alright, cool beans. Just wanted to make sure I didn't completely ruin your intention. :smallsmile:)

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus ignores Marcy's attempt to extend an invitation. Unfortunately for the ex-Halfling, that bridge burned down with Louv're Tower. Even if the mage was the one who started it. "Ritzy" also gets a sharp look when Aurelia demonstrates extreme discomfort at his continued presence.

Somehow the sorcerer saw it coming, really. Still, in a surprising twist, Marciano actually apologizes for something! Okay, not really. But he kind of tried, at least in his own strange sleazy way, which is still very unusual! This, of course, does not stop Cyrus from making the universal "I'm not with him" gesture. :smalltongue:

"Right, well I suppose it's good to hear that you're all right. This way I don't have to drag you outside for a cooldown break, which would be rather hard anyway given my current state."

Fel kneels down and puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Yeah, and don't you ever let anyone tell you you aren't awesome. :smallsmile:

[Arkhosia]

Flying Catgirl

Caelynn holds on to Magtok and waits.

[McBish]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"Well you guys look great, esspecially for making the costumes yourselves." Angie can sew a bit but she doubts she could put together a homemade costume. She glances around noticing that the party seems to be dying down. "Looks like this party is going to be a quiet one after all." Not that she is complaining, she has been enjoying the night.

[Lord Magtok]

Calls & Cats

"I do, but seeing as this is peacetime and I hate your guts and you sent a robot to talk to me over the phone honestly who the heck does that...I'm going to have to charge. Make me an offer, Dr. Comet."

The disco ball-headed cyborg frowns briefly, realizing what a missed opportunity this is. If only Angeltok had been the one talking to Caelynn. Then this would look a lot more spectacular. Oh well. He tries to help her get a decent grip on his ridiculous costume. Important that she not fall and splatter all over the ground somewhere, because then HALO-Tobias would show up and start asking questions, and he's really not ready for another incident of that magnitude, even if he's been dying for an excuse to butt heads with a Tobias for a while now.

[Gullara]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"Yeah, I usually wear more conservative clothes. I'm not exactly the most unabashed of individuals, but it's fun dressing up in something more revealing for a while and I did feel that the moment called for it." Astrana explains. "And Val as I said earlier, is a boy scout." She grins at her boyfriend.


[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"Well you guys look great, esspecially for making the costumes yourselves." Angie can sew a bit but she doubts she could put together a homemade costume. She glances around noticing that the party seems to be dying down. "Looks like this party is going to be a quiet one after all." Not that she is complaining, she has been enjoying the night.
Valente rolls his eyes at Astrana and gets a mischievous look. He shifts his hand down from her waist to over her butt and stealthily gives it a little squeeze. Boy scout, huh?

"Yeah, looks like it. I wasn't exactly sure what to look for to spot an exciting party, though. I've enver been to a gathering like this around these parts, before." Valente says.

[Arkhosia]

CAT&T

Caelynn can be skipped due to not wanting to interrupt the conversation.

[Darkcomet]

[Phonecalls]

"One, I'm using a vocal modulator for reasons I will not disclose, not a robot, two, my offer is a world where you never have to worry about that insult to all existence again. I'd like to think we share a certain dislike for his continued survival, but if you really don't want to end the threat..."

DC's idea of convincing Magtok to help involves a lot of guilt, apparently.

[Hattish Thing]

(Alright, cool beans. Just wanted to make sure I didn't completely ruin your intention. :smallsmile:)

[Monster Mash]

Cyrus ignores Marcy's attempt to extend an invitation. Unfortunately for the ex-Halfling, that bridge burned down with Louv're Tower. Even if the mage was the one who started it. "Ritzy" also gets a sharp look when Aurelia demonstrates extreme discomfort at his continued presence.

Somehow the sorcerer saw it coming, really. Still, in a surprising twist, Marciano actually apologizes for something! Okay, not really. But he kind of tried, at least in his own strange sleazy way, which is still very unusual! This, of course, does not stop Cyrus from making the universal "I'm not with him" gesture. :smalltongue:

"Right, well I suppose it's good to hear that you're all right. This way I don't have to drag you outside for a cooldown break, which would be rather hard anyway given my current state."

Marciano was certainly playing his part well. He really didn't want everything ruined. He has a pretty nice thing going along. Marcy will attempt to wrap an arm around Cyrus's shoulders as he gently whispers to his ear. She's bending down. Just look at that, wow. And she works for me! You're not too bad yourself, darlin'. Heheh.


Fel kneels down and puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Yeah, and don't you ever let anyone tell you you aren't awesome. :smallsmile:

Sure enough, Marciano begins his rather obvious ogling.

[BladeofObliviom]

[Monster Mash]

Well, at least Cyrus doesn't really care enough about other people to spoil his disguise too hard. He likes it when he knows things other people don't. :smallwink:

Of course, Marcy might find that his attempt to wrap an arm around Cyrus goes a little bit awry. Namely in the fact that the latter happens to be in a very, very good Ghost costume. As in, he's not even actually there and is projecting an ambulatory image of himself here. The sleazemaster's arm would go straight through him with no resistance.

Hopefully Marcy didn't try leaning on him, because that wouldn't go very well either. Perhaps that's lucky though. "Ritzy" still has a face, after all, and that could very well change if he sufficiently annoyed a full-on Sorcerer in the flesh. :smalltongue:

Cyrus ignores Marcy's out-of-nowhere come-ons, though. He doesn't exactly have many standards, but he has to draw the line somewhere.

(He does admittedly ogle Fel a little bit too, though. :smalltongue:)

[Hattish Thing]

[Monster Mash]

Well, at least Cyrus doesn't really care enough about other people to spoil his disguise too hard. He likes it when he knows things other people don't. :smallwink:

Of course, Marcy might find that his attempt to wrap an arm around Cyrus goes a little bit awry. Namely in the fact that the latter happens to be in a very, very good Ghost costume. As in, he's not even actually there and is projecting an ambulatory image of himself here. The sleazemaster's arm would go straight through him with no resistance.

Hopefully Marcy didn't try leaning on him, because that wouldn't go very well either. Perhaps that's lucky though. "Ritzy" still has a face, after all, and that could very well change if he sufficiently annoyed a full-on Sorcerer in the flesh. :smalltongue:

Cyrus ignores Marcy's out-of-nowhere come-ons, though. He doesn't exactly have many standards, but he has to draw the line somewhere.

(He does admittedly ogle Fel a little bit too, though. :smalltongue:)

Marcy does not lean on Cyrus. He was actually expecting Cyrus to zap him or something. Now that he's close though, and no one else can hear.... He speaks to Cy. She has a great bod. Sorta like that little drow gal I kidnapped in the sewers along with her brother.... Remember her? Soooo long ago. Before all the nastyness with you. She was incredible. Of course, she tried to save her brother in return for... favors. Which were of course, amazing. Then, juuuust to make sure she could never forget what she did there to save her family.... I lopped off her brother's hand. Elkander. That was his name. Trissy'lene was hers. I left there with money in my pocket, and a great time. Isn't that what life is all about, hun? Enjoy it while you can, right? He then speaks in his louder voice again. Well, yeah. But there hasn't been a decent storm in aaages. It's sad too. I like rain.

[Lord Magtok]

Catcalls

"Are you serious? Like, I don't even get partial credit for eliminating the feline menace or a coupon for half-off lapdances at the Spice Cabinet, you're just giving me the 'what's best for the Nexus' thing? In robo-talk, because I'm not good enough to hear your voice now? As if you're not already planning to take all the credit and go on tour, giving speeches all over the world about how amazing you are and how you killed the cat all by yourself? **** that. Last I checked, I never got conclusive evidence it was Vyrn who bombed my MagCave. That makes you suspect numero dos, which is Spanish for 'you're stupid, I hate your face, get lost', incidentally. Goodbye, DC."

Unless DC has something to say in the last few moments before Magtok hangs up, it looks like that's it.

[UncleWolf]

[Just A Quick Stop - The Lime Room]

Riss smiled back and said "We're going to my lab for a bit. Wanted to let you know before I just disappeared so you or Mimi won't need to ask around." Lightly pushing herself up on her toes, the muse aimed to put a quick peck on Misha's cheek before letting her return to the conversation at hand. Sure, it was in front of Magtok and all but this was a more relaxed sort of atmosphere than usual, right? In any case, she gave both her employer and Reina a second nod each before departing. It would be pretty rude to me as without at least a token sort of farewell.

Motioning for Aequitus to follow, she would lead the way to her laboratory, pushing the doors open and quietly remarking to herself how empty it looked now that Imp wasn't staying there. Well, a few other things had been removed too as well as some general cleaning up but it still felt exceedingly spartan now. "Take any chair you like. Need a moment to get this stuff off, though." the muse said, beginning to fiddle with the mechanical arm at the shoulder. Aequitus may note that the lab seemed to have quite a few nasty designs and weapons adorning the walls, though. And most of them didn't look like they were models either.

The Lime Room

Aequitus stays silent as he gazes at the limbs on the wall. He appears lost in thought for a good long moment, remembering events long passed. After a while he shakes his head. "A long time ago, I'd have given anything for a pair of legs like the arms you've made." He admits folding his hands behind his back to keep them busy. "And I've known dozens who would have sworn fealty to you if you had been there to grant them such arms."

[Arkhosia]

Insert Pun Here

So... Who's DC? And what does "feline menace" refer to?
Caelynn asks inquisitively.

[Darkcomet]

[Phonecalls]

"Guess we know where your loyalties lay."

Beep.

[Arkhosia]

Jellyfish wall! :smalltongue:

Aurelia blushes a bit at Fel's comment.

Thanks.

[Lord Magtok]

Flying Felines

"DC's this guy in Watchtower. He wants my help killing this talking cat who lives at GLoG, who's trying to redeem or pretending to redeem for bad stuff he did years ago. Like, attempting to end the entire world bad, and killing a lot of people to do so. Would've been hard, deciding whether to give Rein the benefit of the doubt or not, but DC's been a jerk lately, and wasn't even offering anything in exchange, so forget him."

Magtok flies a few feet towards Inside, and then pauses.

"Hrm. This isn't...flying with a passenger in a skirt is complicated. Fine up here over a mountain with no one around to look up, but we're headed to Inside, so..."

Magtok frowns, trying to sort this out. One arm behind her back, the other just under her knees? Probably best to do it that way, maybe.

[Arkhosia]

Flying Felines

"DC's this guy in Watchtower. He wants my help killing this talking cat who lives at GLoG, who's trying to redeem or pretending to redeem for bad stuff he did years ago. Like, attempting to end the entire world bad, and killing a lot of people to do so. Would've been hard, deciding whether to give Rein the benefit of the doubt or not, but DC's been a jerk lately, and wasn't even offering anything in exchange, so forget him."

Magtok flies a few feet towards Inside, and then pauses.

"Hrm. This isn't...flying with a passenger in a skirt is complicated. Fine up here over a mountain with no one around to look up, but we're headed to Inside, so..."

Magtok frowns, trying to sort this out. One arm behind her back, the other just under her knees? Probably best to do it that way, maybe.

A talking cat. You're joking, right?
Caelynn asks.
Yeah, there's a reason we invented anti-upskirt technology.
She comments blithely.
When your protagonist fights like this (http://cptfantasy.tumblr.com/post/46483255962/rwby-red), that's kind of necessary to have in the show.

[Lord Magtok]

Unseen Upskirts

The cyborg shakes his head, shifting his grip on Caelynn again when one arm starts to get tired. Dear gods, this is so unbelievably unsafe, Magtok. Cael must've had like twelve drinks or something, there's no way anyone sober would trust you in the air like this. That, or her combat skirt doubles as a parachute. :smalltongue:

"I wish I was joking, but a demon's talking cat sidekick used to be the worst, most menacing threat to the world, second only to the demon himself, who's dead now. When I tell people the Nexus is weird, they just laugh and usually that's it, they don't get that this world is really, really weird. Totally, completely, ridiculously weird. Like your upskirt technology, for example." Magtok teases. Couldn't the cat faunus just wear something a bit more concealing underneath, instead of employing shenanigans with camera angles and whatnot?

[Arkhosia]

Unseen Upskirts

The cyborg shakes his head, shifting his grip on Caelynn again when one arm starts to get tired. Dear gods, this is so unbelievably unsafe, Magtok. Cael must've had like twelve drinks or something, there's no way anyone sober would trust you in the air like this. That, or her combat skirt doubles as a parachute. :smalltongue:

"I wish I was joking, but a demon's talking cat sidekick used to be the worst, most menacing threat to the world, second only to the demon himself, who's dead now. When I tell people the Nexus is weird, they just laugh and usually that's it, they don't get that this world is really, really weird. Totally, completely, ridiculously weird. Like your upskirt technology, for example." Magtok teases. Couldn't the cat faunus just wear something a bit more concealing underneath, instead of employing shenanigans with camera angles and whatnot?

It's mainly due to confidence that she can handle a 100 ft. drop. :smalltongue:
...good point.
Now now, we both know that's not how anime works. :smalltongue:

[Lord Magtok]

Fwoosh! Next Round of Posts in Inside!

"Is it? I don't actually know what upskirt technology even means, I was just teasing. Is it magic that makes people look elsewhere, or do you have, like, lasers on your butt, that zap any pervs trying to perv upwards? No, it's not butt-lasers, is it? A whole bunch of mirrors? Hrm..."

No! Bad Magtok! No, you're not allowed to add butt-lasers to your repertoire! Nobody even tries to look up your robe anyways, what would even be the point of that?! :smallyuk:

[Arkhosia]

((Just so you know, i posted in Inside!))

[Slii Arhem]

Misha Meows

Reina bends down to give Misha cat a few scritches. "Such a good kitty." :smallbiggrin:

She sighs wistfully and straightens as Misha returns to her tablecloth and reforms. Even this cat, perfectly sculpted as she was, couldn't talk. It'd be a terrible conversation partner. I mean sure, there's cat talk and then there's cat talk. But still. All the same, this is probably the closest Reina will get to something remotely along those lines.

Ah well. She'd be more upset about it if it weren't her own bed of roses. She really just tries to avoid thinking about it most of the time. "It's all over Magtok. You can stop hiding now."


Cyborgs, Cats, and Crushes

"I wasn't hiding!" Judgetok exclaims indignantly, as if anyone would ever believe that. "I just...I already gave my explanation!"

The mewing and mentioning of kitty does a little to make that weird feeling in Magtok's ego go away. Reina's a cat, moron. You insist on calling her Cat all the time, just to hammer home the differences between you and her, to claim a sort of speciesist superiority. Of course her dream lover is a cat, now get over yourself, sheesh. :smallyuk:


Flying Catgirls and Caustic Phonecalls!


Magtok leads her outside, at which point his wrist suddenly starts playing music. A rather embarrassing excerpt from Queen's Fat-Bottomed Girls, to be precise. Looks like DC's calling.

"Hang on, I've got to take this."

Caelynn might want to take 'hang on' literally, because the disco ball-headed MagClone suddenly starts floating up off the ground, pulling her up along with him as he does so, as his wrist switches to speakerphone.

"Hi DC! Bad timing, I'm afraid. Yeah, see, I was right in the middle of flirting with this cute catgirl from HALO at the Halloween party. Hm? Oh, I dunno, maybe an eight, nine out of ten? Score would be higher, but she was nervous around Clegg, and I usually only go for the ones who look like they could break my arm in twelve places, y'know? Oh! Speaking of, is KR still with Wendy? Still?! Shoot. Also, yeah, somehow party's still going on even though it's November outside. Nexus time, am I right?

Anyways, none of the other Magtoks wanted to take the call, so I'm stuck with it. I don't know what made you think we were on speaking terms, buuuuut...you have all of one minute to convince me not to hang up on you, starting from the first syllable of your first word, kay? Kay. Also, I have a computer in my head, so don't think I won't know exactly when your time is up. Go."

And Cyborgs Crushing on Cats

"Yeah, well, unless you want to see me change water into wine I'm out of party tricks now. You two have anything impressive to show off?" Misha's kind of perplexed that most of her party tricks so far are causing wardrobe malfunctions. Must just be a coincidence.

[Terumitsu]

[The Lime Room]

Riss gave Aequitus an odd look as she set the prototype armor on a work table. "...Why is that? Is there no form of prosthesis in your... I don't suppose you have much in the way of internal cybernetics, do you?" she asked as she began working on the leg as well. ...I really do need to make time to say hello to Charon again, now that I think of it. Actually, if the lore is right, then I could.. Wait, hold on girl. Focus on what's in front of you first.

A few other things aside from arms that shot and arms that grasped adorning the walls were models of apparently cybernetic neurons as well as what looked somewhat like a case to hold a spine and brain but was currently empty. Over all, strange decorations for a strange person. Still, at least by now she wasn't leaving the place completely devoid of any human existance.

Aequitus may spot a small, white hexagon that was about the size of a dinner plate scuttling around at this point. Of course, it was headed right to him so it was hard to miss, really. It seemed somewhat crablike in it's design although it appeared the small sensor array could raise up like a highly flexible periscope at will while an array of tools seemed to be incorporated on the side of each of four sticking out the top. It seemed to be chittering to itself for whatever reason as it observed the techno-paladin.

[Reinholdt]

Party Tricks

Two very impressive things actually.

"Ummm... I dunno. I can summon magic animals in the more traditional sense. Like rabbits in top hats or doves. That sort of thing."
I'm sure Reina has some more... esoteric and dangerous tricks than that.

[Lord Magtok]

Reina Turning Tricks for Treats

Magtok briefly tenses at the mention of rabbits and top hats, before shaking his head. "Nothing impressive here. A Nexus celebrity impersonation or two, but I haven't really practiced it enough to be very good at it. Oh, and this one thing with a yo-yo, but that's mildly horrifying and I probably shouldn't have even mentioned it."

...A mildly horrifying yo-yo trick? How in the world do you scare someone with a yo-yo? :smallconfused:

[Slii Arhem]

Party Tricks

Two very impressive things actually.

"Ummm... I dunno. I can summon magic animals in the more traditional sense. Like rabbits in top hats or doves. That sort of thing."
I'm sure Reina has some more... esoteric and dangerous tricks than that.


Reina Turning Tricks for Treats

Magtok briefly tenses at the mention of rabbits and top hats, before shaking his head. "Nothing impressive here. A Nexus celebrity impersonation or two, but I haven't really practiced it enough to be very good at it. Oh, and this one thing with a yo-yo, but that's mildly horrifying and I probably shouldn't have even mentioned it."

...A mildly horrifying yo-yo trick? How in the world do you scare someone with a yo-yo? :smallconfused:

Magtok Pimpin for dat Candy Corn Grill

"Oh, is it the one with two pheasants and a pile of frozen dung? I used to know someone who could do it, but when he tried to teach me I wound up putting someone's eye out so he wouldn't let me touch his yo-yo again." Well then, Misha is certainly full of half-remembered stories today.

"Don't suppose you could make two pheasants appear, could you? I've never seen that one fully completed before. We can freeze the punch to simulate the rest of it."

[Shadowcaller]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"Well you guys look great, esspecially for making the costumes yourselves." Angie can sew a bit but she doubts she could put together a homemade costume. She glances around noticing that the party seems to be dying down. "Looks like this party is going to be a quiet one after all." Not that she is complaining, she has been enjoying the night.


Valente rolls his eyes at Astrana and gets a mischievous look. He shifts his hand down from her waist to over her butt and stealthily gives it a little squeeze. Boy scout, huh?

"Yeah, looks like it. I wasn't exactly sure what to look for to spot an exciting party, though. I've enver been to a gathering like this around these parts, before." Valente says.

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Always a boy scout!

Astrana just gives Valente a glance an amused look, not showing any clear reaction to his sneaky squeeze. "Looks like the party is over if you ask me." Astrana replies. Darn nexus time. "Nothing have happened so far and I don't think anything remarkable is going to happen at this point."

[happyturtle]

Brain Surgery

At some point, the MagMobile arrives at the MagCave with Magtok and former MagTern Sunny. Magnificent!

[McBish]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"Yeah seems a bit lame for your first Inside party. Though I suppose it could have been worse. If Angie notices the sneaky butt squeeze she doesn't say anything about it. Since she isn't blushing or trying to hide a grin it is probably a safe bet that she didn't notice it. "Well since it seems to be winding down in here we should probably get going as well before Magtok releases some flying sharks with masers on their heads to chase us out. Oh yeah here I have something for you guys." Angie reaches into her small purse pulling out a simple buisness card. It simply says Angie on it with the smaller words Healer and Empath underneath it. On the back of the card is a phone number and address. "If you guys ever need help with a problem feel free to give me a call. The address is also the hospital I work at." She says.

[Gullara]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

Valente takes the card and looks it over. "Thanks, Angie. We'll have to keep in touch." Valente says with a smile for her. "It was nice talking with you." He says honestly. It's nice to meet new people, especially when they turn out to be quite pleasant!

[Shadowcaller]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"Thanks." Astrana replies as she let's Valente accept the card. "I'll be sure to remember that, it's really nice making some connections around here, especially ones which are so nice to talk to. We'll be sure to contact you again if there is something."

[McBish]

[Monster Mash - Valente, Astrana, and Angie]

"It was nice to meet both of you as well." Angie says with a big smile. "You two have a good night."

[UncleWolf]

[The Lime Room]

Riss gave Aequitus an odd look as she set the prototype armor on a work table. "...Why is that? Is there no form of prosthesis in your... I don't suppose you have much in the way of internal cybernetics, do you?" she asked as she began working on the leg as well. ...I really do need to make time to say hello to Charon again, now that I think of it. Actually, if the lore is right, then I could.. Wait, hold on girl. Focus on what's in front of you first.

A few other things aside from arms that shot and arms that grasped adorning the walls were models of apparently cybernetic neurons as well as what looked somewhat like a case to hold a spine and brain but was currently empty. Over all, strange decorations for a strange person. Still, at least by now she wasn't leaving the place completely devoid of any human existance.

Aequitus may spot a small, white hexagon that was about the size of a dinner plate scuttling around at this point. Of course, it was headed right to him so it was hard to miss, really. It seemed somewhat crablike in it's design although it appeared the small sensor array could raise up like a highly flexible periscope at will while an array of tools seemed to be incorporated on the side of each of four sticking out the top. It seemed to be chittering to itself for whatever reason as it observed the techno-paladin.

The Lime Room

The Techno-Paladin shakes his head. "No, we relied on magic to possibly repair wounds, but even that was ineffective when a limb was removed completely unless it was under special circumstances. Any "common" circumstance would lead to irreparable damage that couldn't be reversed." He begins to explain, ignoring the white hexagon as he thinks of it as something of a small pet that she might keep around and probably built herself. "Take my wound for example. Even though a damaged spine doesn't mean destroyed legs, I was dying when I was discovered with the wound. The priest had a choice. Either he could let me die, or he could heal me as much as he can and forcing the body and soul to mend. Where I come from, the latter meant a scar formed on both." He points out as he gestures to his lower half. "I am of two souls in one body if it is easier to think of it that way. And the souls, while next to each other, are no longer connected. As such, there's no guarantee that any internal electrical or mechanics would work anyway. Only externals like my armor are guaranteed."

Brain Surgery

Even though Carl didn't reply via text, Sunny probably knew he'd show up here anyway. By the time the MagLimo returns, she and Magtok will see a bright red convertable sports car waiting there with both Carl and Luke waiting outside of it with the latter holding his father's hand. The halfling doesn't look too pleased, and is even armed with a rifle slung on his back, but he doesn't say anything yet, allowing someone else the first chance.

[Reinholdt]

Reina Turning Tricks for Treats

Magtok briefly tenses at the mention of rabbits and top hats, before shaking his head. "Nothing impressive here. A Nexus celebrity impersonation or two, but I haven't really practiced it enough to be very good at it. Oh, and this one thing with a yo-yo, but that's mildly horrifying and I probably shouldn't have even mentioned it."

...A mildly horrifying yo-yo trick? How in the world do you scare someone with a yo-yo? :smallconfused:


Magtok Pimpin for dat Candy Corn Grill

"Oh, is it the one with two pheasants and a pile of frozen dung? I used to know someone who could do it, but when he tried to teach me I wound up putting someone's eye out so he wouldn't let me touch his yo-yo again." Well then, Misha is certainly full of half-remembered stories today.

"Don't suppose you could make two pheasants appear, could you? I've never seen that one fully completed before. We can freeze the punch to simulate the rest of it."

Candy Pimping

"Oh, uh, no not really. It's actually kinda random. Sometimes I make rattlesnakes show up instead, like the kind you'd find in a snake charmer's basket."

She glances over at Magtok, being reminded of something. "Oh yeah. Almost forgot, I can do this really incredible thing with a pineapple and Mag's yo-yo. Probably not, uh, the type of thing I should do at this party though. For the best really, I don't think anyone has a pineapple."

The worst part is, I totally intended to post something about the pineapple and yo-yo last time, then forgot when I actually made the post. Tis sad.

[Lord Magtok]

MagCave Monster Mash - Nearly Over, Just Have to Summon the Sharks


Magtok Pimpin for dat Candy Corn Grill

"Oh, is it the one with two pheasants and a pile of frozen dung? I used to know someone who could do it, but when he tried to teach me I wound up putting someone's eye out so he wouldn't let me touch his yo-yo again." Well then, Misha is certainly full of half-remembered stories today.

"Don't suppose you could make two pheasants appear, could you? I've never seen that one fully completed before. We can freeze the punch to simulate the rest of it."




Candy Pimping

"Oh, uh, no not really. It's actually kinda random. Sometimes I make rattlesnakes show up instead, like the kind you'd find in a snake charmer's basket."

She glances over at Magtok, being reminded of something. "Oh yeah. Almost forgot, I can do this really incredible thing with a pineapple and Mag's yo-yo. Probably not, uh, the type of thing I should do at this party though. For the best really, I don't think anyone has a pineapple."

The worst part is, I totally intended to post something about the pineapple and yo-yo last time, then forgot when I actually made the post. Tis sad.

"There should be a pineapple in storage somewhere, as part of a fruit hat, but I don't think you could use my yo-yo to do it. It'd be fairly impractical, given...well-"

Magtok finally decides to demonstrate, the palm of his right hand opening up to reveal a yo-yo of blood-soaked bone, with stringy yellow sinews acting as the string. He whips the thing down towards the floor, and then pulls it back up again into his palm. A few droplets of blood scatter across the floor at his feet, as this trick isn't the cleanest or most hygienic of stunts.

"Reina, you know how Happy's a shapeshifter? She lost her arms once, because of this thing with Draken. I found them later, and thought 'hey, wouldn't it be cool if I could do that thing she does?' so I took them and did some gene splicing. Going to unsplice it right out in a few days though, since she's not so deadtimed these days and I'd rather not things be awkward with me being almost sorta a cousin kinda, so I guess this would be a sort of last hurrah with the powers."

Magtok shoots the moon (http://entertainment.howstuffworks.com/advanced-yo-yo-tricks5.htm), before returning the yo-yo back to his palm, where it's swallowed back up and its components are returned back to wherever they originally belonged.

"Believe it or not, everything I just did was incredibly painful and I'm struggling not to scream in agony right now."

Outside


Brain Surgery

Even though Carl didn't reply via text, Sunny probably knew he'd show up here anyway. By the time the MagLimo returns, she and Magtok will see a bright red convertable sports car waiting there with both Carl and Luke waiting outside of it with the latter holding his father's hand. The halfling doesn't look too pleased, and is even armed with a rifle slung on his back, but he doesn't say anything yet, allowing someone else the first chance.


Brain Surgery

At some point, the MagMobile arrives at the MagCave with Magtok and former MagTern Sunny. Magnificent!

"Oh dear," Magtok remarks, noting the sports car and gun. Either those things aren't worth nearly as much in the Nexus, or Remnant soldiers are paid a lot more than Matok figured. The rifle's some cause for alarm, but with his hands full of Luke, nowhere near as much as it'd be otherwise. Still, that he felt obligated to take it along...

"Hi Carl. I see you got Sunny's text."

[happyturtle]

Outside

Sunny's face lights up, as she runs over and crouches down to give hugs and kisses to her two favourite men. It's the happiest Carl has seen her in weeks. "Magtok's going to fix it so I can never ever forget you!" she whispers in Carl's ear.

[Slii Arhem]

Yo-yo Yo, Clean Up in Aisle Two

Misha makes sure to avoid any splatters of blood. Not because she's squeamish, but because it would be rude to take more permanent DNA samples of her potential future boss, and having his blood on her when she turns into water next would almost certainly accomplish that.

"That's kind of morbid. Should probably just tweak your mechanical arm so you can do that without losing like a half pint of blood every time you feel like yo-yoing around. Could even attach it at the wrist and have your hand be the yo-yo, probably." Misha doesn't know a lot about pain killing, but considering what she knows of poisons...

She turns around to the refreshment table nearby and grabs a glass of punch and offers it to Magtok, "Booze would probably help a little bit with that though. It's a very impressive trick. I wouldn't want to try to copy it even if I could." Coming from the gal that tore apart mini versions of him in a special effect. What's more impressive is the lengths he'll go to to impress people he either somewhat dislikes or outright loathes. Not that she'd say it to his face.

[Felandria]

Jellyfish wall! :smalltongue:

Aurelia blushes a bit at Fel's comment.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You feel better?

[Reinholdt]

"Purge it so you can keep hitting on her without it being creepy, right? Well I can't say it's a bad idea." Reina says, nauseous all over again. Seriously, what's up with this party and their love of gore related tricks? :smallsigh:

"I think I've had my fill of tricks for one night. I'm going to head out. Unless you need me to stay for something." Like afterparty make outs.
She'll have to avoid MagParties in the future though.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok looks to be fighting with himself for a moment or so, the jaw sticking out from beneath his Judge helmet fidgeting awkwardly as he tries to decide what to say and what not to say. The punch Misha offered helps slightly, but not much.

"Actually...yes. Yes, just one thing."

Just have to figure out how to phrase it without someone at the party dying, getting culled by his fellow clones, or accidentally triggering the next major apocalypse. Blargh, why does everything have to be so complicated and deadly?

[BladeofObliviom]

Marcy does not lean on Cyrus. He was actually expecting Cyrus to zap him or something. Now that he's close though, and no one else can hear.... He speaks to Cy. She has a great bod. Sorta like that little drow gal I kidnapped in the sewers along with her brother.... Remember her? Soooo long ago. Before all the nastyness with you. She was incredible. Of course, she tried to save her brother in return for... favors. Which were of course, amazing. Then, juuuust to make sure she could never forget what she did there to save her family.... I lopped off her brother's hand. Elkander. That was his name. Trissy'lene was hers. I left there with money in my pocket, and a great time. Isn't that what life is all about, hun? Enjoy it while you can, right? He then speaks in his louder voice again. Well, yeah. But there hasn't been a decent storm in aaages. It's sad too. I like rain.


You're welcome.

You feel better?

[Monster Mash - A Ghost, She-Hulk, A Demoness, and a... ...whatever]

Marciano gets a glare of disgust from that creepiness. While he admittedly has little in the way of standards, there are a few lines that he won't cross, and forcing "favors" out of people is one of things. Of course, Cyrus doesn't actually remember any of those things because he actually has no idea who any of those people are. :smalltongue:

"You're despicably pathetic."

Still, though, he quickly pipes up and rejoins the proper conversation.

"Yes, Miss Aurelia: Do you feel better? I certainly hope so, but if not I'm willing to treat the both of you to ice cream. I've found that usually helps."

He's pointing at Fel and Aurelia when he says that; in fact, he seems to be pointedly excluding "Ritzy". ONE CAN ONLY WONDER WHY.

[Hattish Thing]

[Monster Mash - A Ghost, She-Hulk, A Demoness, and a... ...whatever]

Marciano gets a glare of disgust from that creepiness. While he admittedly has little in the way of standards, there are a few lines that he won't cross, and forcing "favors" out of people is one of things. Of course, Cyrus doesn't actually remember any of those things because he actually has no idea who any of those people are. :smalltongue:

"You're despicably pathetic."

Still, though, he quickly pipes up and rejoins the proper conversation.

"Yes, Miss Aurelia: Do you feel better? I certainly hope so, but if not I'm willing to treat the both of you to ice cream. I've found that usually helps."

He's pointing at Fel and Aurelia when he says that; in fact, he seems to be pointedly excluding "Ritzy". ONE CAN ONLY WONDER WHY.

He speaks now in his full voice. And you're just mean. That was a very long while ago, and I've turned over a new leaf! I'm going good. Or something like that. Whatever. In fact, I'll have you know I've repaid all the people I've hurt and destroyed. Well not the dead ones. I couldn't fix that, but I sent their families a gift basket. I think.... Can't recall. I did something. But yes, you see, Cyrus.... Once I'm a good guy, everyone will love me!

Yes, let us all get ice cream. He's.... not going anywhere, apparently.

[Terumitsu]

[The Lime Room]

Setting the leg armor on the same table as the arm, Riss would take a moment to adjust her costume before simply making a face and heading over to the duffle bag she had never gotten around to really taking out of the room. "I see..." she said, pausing for a moment before pulling out her rather boring, standard articles of dress. "Mind if I do a quick change? Costume kinda gets in the way." The fact that it was now showing quite a bit of leg was something that seemed to be lost on her, though. If given an affirmative answer, then she would go about changing outfits behind a somewhat large device that had no immediately obvious purpose although it might possibly make sense as some kind of scanner.

In any case, she would go on to inquire: "So have there been any attempts to repurpose another bit of your psyche to serve the same purpose or is this a case of.. I suppose the equivalent would be like a fused connection or a stripped screw preventing an exchange?" Once she was either given an negative response to her changing or had the time to get into something less prone to getting caught on things, the muse would slip around to a table near the corner where there was a collection of tools as well as a simple mag if hung glass. It was seemingly archaic in this kind of room but she wanted to find out what, if any, visible ports or ways to connect to the heart core there were. Hard to scan anything on the inside if there was no way to get to it. Of course, there were other ways to find out but no reason to not at least see what a visual appraisal would yield.

[Darkcomet]

[BEEP BEEP]

It's that same damned EI number, Magtok.

This time probably much later considering it would be kind of weird if it was that soon after the first. So might be after the party. Or something. I dunno.

[Arkhosia]

You're welcome.

You feel better?




[Monster Mash - A Ghost, She-Hulk, A Demoness, and a... ...whatever]

Marciano gets a glare of disgust from that creepiness. While he admittedly has little in the way of standards, there are a few lines that he won't cross, and forcing "favors" out of people is one of things. Of course, Cyrus doesn't actually remember any of those things because he actually has no idea who any of those people are. :smalltongue:

"You're despicably pathetic."

Still, though, he quickly pipes up and rejoins the proper conversation.

"Yes, Miss Aurelia: Do you feel better? I certainly hope so, but if not I'm willing to treat the both of you to ice cream. I've found that usually helps."

He's pointing at Fel and Aurelia when he says that; in fact, he seems to be pointedly excluding "Ritzy". ONE CAN ONLY WONDER WHY.


He speaks now in his full voice. And you're just mean. That was a very long while ago, and I've turned over a new leaf! I'm going good. Or something like that. Whatever. In fact, I'll have you know I've repaid all the people I've hurt and destroyed. Well not the dead ones. I couldn't fix that, but I sent their families a gift basket. I think.... Can't recall. I did something. But yes, you see, Cyrus.... Once I'm a good guy, everyone will love me!

Yes, let us all get ice cream. He's.... not going anywhere, apparently.

Yeah, I'm feeling a bit better.
Hmm... That is a great idea.
Aurelia replies, standing up.

[Lord Magtok]

[BEEP BEEP]

It's that same damned EI number, Magtok.

This time probably much later considering it would be kind of weird if it was that soon after the first. So might be after the party. Or something. I dunno.

"Hello DC. It'd be far too optimistic for me to assume you've reconsidered the whole 'don't give Magtok nothing' thing, wouldn't it?"

[Darkcomet]

[B]"I'm going to make this very clear to you, Magtok. I don't care about you. I have no specific grudge against you now that you no longer cling to that pack of madmen. I have only treated you as the AMENite you were, and I make no apologies for that. But see, that can change. Obstruct me, try to manipulate me, try to turn the protection of reality itself from that monster to personal profit, and I'll be all too happy to reassign you to the same category as the damned cat.

Because I'm done playing these stupid games. Come GLoG, you, or anyone else, I will wipe that thing from the Nexus. I thought you would share my opinion, considering you've helped to unleash it as much as I have, but perhaps you just haven't realized it yet. Let me spell it out: If you have any decency in you whatsoever, when that thing runs rampant again, you're going to look back and realize that it's your fault.

That said, if you're done making ridiculous nonspecific demands of me, what the hell do you want, anyway?" Throughout that rant, a few things are evident. For one, DC is still using that voice modulator.

For two, DC is acting even angrier and more unstable than usual. Usually the guy manages to bury the outright fuming under a false layer of cold disdain. Not so much now. But at least he tried asking that last part.

[Reinholdt]

Magtok looks to be fighting with himself for a moment or so, the jaw sticking out from beneath his Judge helmet fidgeting awkwardly as he tries to decide what to say and what not to say. The punch Misha offered helps slightly, but not much.

"Actually...yes. Yes, just one thing."

Just have to figure out how to phrase it without someone at the party dying, getting culled by his fellow clones, or accidentally triggering the next major apocalypse. Blargh, why does everything have to be so complicated and deadly?

Reina raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Ok." She says sticking around a little longer and giving Magtok the chance to say his piece.

[Felandria]

Yeah, I'm feeling a bit better.
Hmm... That is a great idea.
Aurelia replies, standing up.

Ooh, Ice cream!

[Lord Magtok]

[BEEP BEEP]

"In the words of 18 Grammy Award winner and 1987 inductee into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Aretha Franklin,
'R E S P E C T
Find out what it means to me
R E S P E C T
Good luck with Rein, DC.'"

Magtok gives DC a moment to fume and/or hang up in rage, before continuing.

"No, sorry, that was too much, let me start over. You know I don't do handouts to people I hate, not unless I have a very good reason for it. It could be several years before the next Rein apocalypse, so I don't feel particularly pressed for time here. It wouldn't be that difficult to send someone to pet him a few times and get cat hair stuck to their clothes either, so this is really more of a convenience thing, if anything. Or you can't trust the rest of Watch to help you with such a task."

Another meaningful pause, to stress Magtok's certainty of the businessman's recent alienation amongst his peers.

"I'm in...the best way to phrase it would be 'negotiations' with Reinholdt. Trying to curb his sphere of influence, to cut down on what he's capable of in exchange for the illusion of trust and shutting down my 'send an inept assassin to GLoG every few months' policy. If your plan only goes halfway and he finds out about my part in it, we not only have a potential apocalypse on our hands, but everything I've been doing to tone him down will be seen as betrayal, and I don't want to think about how he'll get if she latches onto an idea like that."

He, Magtok. You meant he. Reinholdt is, has always been, and always will be male. Reina doesn't exist, insofar as DC knows, and the longer you can keep that a secret, the better.

"So you see, this is a big risk you're asking me to take, and I've already compromised things by having this conversation. What if you told Quinn you needed a sample to keep in storage in case of an apocalypse, and didn't tell her anything about pre-emptive stuff until later?"

[Gnrlshrimp]

Better the Devil You Know

"It shows you can commit," Magtok replies almost immediately, the silly smile back on his face. "Oh sure, maybe not time-wise. Maybe no longer than for a few decades or so to this side or that before flip-flopping, but when angels go evil, they don't just go evil. They go totally super crazy stab innocent baby puppies with pitchforks and make children watch evil. When they're good, it's a case of man don't even think about thinking about being bad she will give you that schoolteacher look and next thing you know you'll be in GLoG confessing everything you've done since third grade before you can even blink good.

Some days I'll wish I could pull off angel-level good, even if just for a little while, but it's just too scary and too much work, y'know? Easier to just wobble in that direction and then back off. Same thing for evil, what with the consequences and guilt and such holding back the worst of it all. Ithuriel, you're both a better and a worse person than me and I'm totally jealous. Of both halves."

Angeltok stops to reach a hand out towards his back, petting one feathery appendage as Ithuriel did only moments ago.

"I've still got you beat for wings, though. Seriously, did you get a good look at these things? Whiter than snow. Whiter than white. Soft and downy and so unbelievably beautiful. I could take an axe and hack these things right off my back without any anesthetic, and so long as I used these perfectly fluffy feathers to stuff my pillow, I'd still get a perfect night's rest. Lucifer wishes he could've been this gorgeous before his fall from grace, and I'm just so gosh darned modest about it too, aren't I?"

"A better and a worse person? That's an interesting way to put it. Sounds like quite the compliment, though I wish I could say I'd never been the worse half." Ithuriel mutters thoughtfully, with a sort of half-smile. It's a compliment with a massive sting in its tail, from her perspective at least.

"Being as good as an angel comes with a price most of the time anyway, Magtok. Oh sure, you've quite the ego, but you've got the accomplishments to back it up. Many angels possess incredible arrogance simply because of what they are. We are mere servants, in no position to look down on anyone...but that's not how they see it. Not at all."

Ah, those wings. Is Magtok trying to tease her?

Sure, they're nice wings, but could they really be all that good?

"You have got me beat for wings? Really? That's a bold claim to make, Magtok. Be I angel or demon, my wings are by far my finest feature." The mist around Ithuriel's feet swirls violently, spreading out around Magtok as well, and the area around them darkens. "Would you like to test that claim, Magtok, hmm?" Ithuriel asks, stepping close to Magtok and fixing her gaze on his eyes, "Why don't we see whose wings are really better?"

[Terumitsu]

[Messages, Messages]

It would be some weeks after that Halloween party that Magtok would get a message from possibly his least favorite employee, obviously wanting his valuable time to showcase some bit of potentially horrifying or maybe just somewhat unnerving technology. At least this time there had been hints about things that weren't made to inflict grevious psycogical or physical harm in he works.

About time too. Having that two week vacation off doing who-cares-what when she could be getting the Cave back up to spec was just laziness. Ignoring the part that this was probably her first non-enforced vacation ever. Including her time before the Nexus if her rather sparce mentions of it were of any indication.

In any case, it was a request for a clone to come down to the Lime Room whenever one had the opportunity.

[Darkcomet]

There is a pause. [B]"...She?" For a brief moment, all of the vitriol falls out of DC's modulated voice, replaced by raw confusion.

But that doesn't last long. "Oh hell. Before I say anything else, do you actually have all the samples I would need, or is that particular one currently outside your capability to help? These things are rather important to know when gene-targeting is involved, Magtok, so if nothing else, thank you, I didn't know about this altered one yet."

[BladeofObliviom]

[Nothing Spookier than an Ice Cream Date. Or Two!]

Cyrus grins, though it morphs into a frown as it becomes clear that Marcy's tagging along.

Ugh. Curtain-Blocker. :smalltongue:

Still, he turns back to the women with a smile, casually ignoring the halfling cyborg's words once more, and speaks in his usual charming mode!

"You two certainly sound excited! I'm thinking Dana's Place, in Mallside: Best Ice Cream in the Nexus, more flavors than anyone else! Obviously I can't eat anything like this, but I can join the both of you physically once we're outside."

[Lord Magtok]

Paul MagCartney and the Wings

"Precisely how do you intend to test that?" Magtok questions, hoping it's not a matter of practicality. His wings are more aesthetic than anything. I mean, he could probably pull off a few tricks with them, maybe engineer some bioluminescence with the right pill and a few minutes to prepare, but physics say these things are definitely not carrying him up into the sky all on their own.


BEEP BEEP

"It's outside my capability to help," Magtok says with teeth clenched. He's not entirely sure if that's the case because he doesn't think he could slip that past Reina, or because he doesn't want to, nor does he want to think too much about the implications of the latter. Also, a past him might or might not have already ratted out DC or hinted at the psychic's intentions at the Halloween party, so he has that weighing down on him too.

Lime Room

Magtok's on his way! He takes his time opening the door, looking away from it as he does so, to give whatever might be in there an extra moment to prepare for his arrival. He doesn't expect a lesbian fey orgy to be going on anymore, or something else equally bizarre, but better safe than sorry, right?

[Darkcomet]

[B]"I see. Thank you, again, for that slip. It seems I will have to use other methods anyway, so you're more or less irrelevant now. Goodbye, Magtok." Beep.

Whoops.

[Terumitsu]

[Lime Time]

Ther wouldn't be any thing of that sort for Magtok to walk in on although there would appear to have been some changes in general done. The room actually had something in the way of ornamentation albeit in the potentially creepy way of prosthetic limbs adorning the walls in various degrees of assembly as well as a small case contains what was unmistakeably a spinal column and brain although both were certainly more mechanical than one would normally expect. There were, of course, mockup models of her past inventions as well save for that laser rifle there with the blinking output. That looked rather real.

That aside, it seemed like there was a miniature tech expo about to happen in here as there were no less than seven distinctly different stations which were taking up a surprising majority of the room. From a glance, there were two that were dedicated towards armor while only one was distinctly weapon-like. The other four seemed to be odd gadgets aside from a wall that simply seemed to be sitting there and doing nothing. There was, though, an arm styled after the cyborg's own on a table as well as a pair of odd looking gloves right beside it.

In any case, it looked as if the vacation had been good for her as she seemed less like a recovered victim of serious malnutrition and more like someone who had been exceedingly healthy all her life.... And she looked to be a bit taller... And she looked less like death warmed over due to the presence of actual blood coloration... And her horns were fused together in the back to form a sort of capital omega symbol or something...

Odd, that.

In any case, it seemed like this was going to be a bit busier than her normal displays given all the things that seemed to be going on at once which was probably why there were two of her completing a few last-minute tasks.

....Wait.

[Slii Arhem]

"Purge it so you can keep hitting on her without it being creepy, right? Well I can't say it's a bad idea." Reina says, nauseous all over again. Seriously, what's up with this party and their love of gore related tricks? :smallsigh:

"I think I've had my fill of tricks for one night. I'm going to head out. Unless you need me to stay for something." Like afterparty make outs.
She'll have to avoid MagParties in the future though.


Magtok looks to be fighting with himself for a moment or so, the jaw sticking out from beneath his Judge helmet fidgeting awkwardly as he tries to decide what to say and what not to say. The punch Misha offered helps slightly, but not much.

"Actually...yes. Yes, just one thing."

Just have to figure out how to phrase it without someone at the party dying, getting culled by his fellow clones, or accidentally triggering the next major apocalypse. Blargh, why does everything have to be so complicated and deadly?

This is No Longer About Misha, She's Just in the Background Watching Encroaching Makeouts

Actually, for a Halloween party this one was rather tame. At least Reina didn't have to go through mind-screwing hallucinations and dubious chaotic candies and party favors like last year.

Probably.

Misha was going to ask Reina to stay and talk with the promise of no more morbidity, mostly to act as a buffer between the nereid and Magtok so she didn't accidentally get (more) on his nerves somehow, but since Magtok is asking for her to wait Misha respectfully remains quiet to see what's going to happen instead of butting in.

[Lord Magtok]

Lime Twins

Magtok blinks, takes a deep breath, and then lets it out. Okay, let's not get too excited about this. It's not a major incident, you don't need to-

"I don't recall ever authorizing the use of my cloning tanks or the use of our resources to make some for your own frivolous personal use, Ms. Heln-Gelter. Especially not when I'm at a bare minimum for bodies right now, giving Magbots jobs I'd normally never allow them to perform unsupervised and struggling just to get by with only a dozen clones. Please tell me that's not what I'm looking at here."

Oh fudge, he's upset. If she doesn't have a good excuse, there's going to be trouble. Hell, even if she does have a good excuse, that still might not be enough. Run, Riss, run!

They're Not Makeouts!

"I...that 'disco is dead' clone got a phone call on his way out. Someone trying to enlist his...my...Magtok's help in removing you from existence. I declined, believe it or not, but the person on the other end had already made it clear I wasn't going to be paid anything if I cooperated, so I don't know quite how much you should read into that."

Magtok's jaw clenches again, just like it does in that future scene with DC's next call, where he's not sure how much more to say and strongly regretting what he's revealed already.

[Terumitsu]

[The Lime Room - Time Limes]

The pair paused for just a moment before one broke off to face the cyborg; arms crossed and with none of that shying away from eye contact like their first meeting. It seemed she had at least decided to do up her hair differently so that someone could feel like they could differentiate between the two. "That would be correct, Sir. There has been no authorization to utilize company resources for any reasons other than those directly tied to research. In fact, I expect your logs to show just that." the Riss with a rather plain ponytail said. Then the one with the single braid spoke up, adding: "Furthermore, I would expect there to be no evidence of tampering to indicate falsified records. In fact, the term 'clone' does not even apply due to it's requirement that the end result produces genetically identical individuals. Ignoring the fact that even I'm not sure if these forms should be classified as mechanical or biological in base or if a proper sythysis is more accurate, I am not a quintet of individuals so much as a singular, distributed comciousness." she said.

Holding up one of the instruments on display, the Riss with the ponytail, or rather that extension of herself at least, went on to say: "This leads well into what I first wanted to show you. At least it will help explain how this is all possible although I feel that it might be best to state now that these are currently outside company property as they, like my selves, were made utilizing my personal resources." ...Well that was probably the opposite of what Magtok was expecting. In fact there may have been a little bit of sass in there for the implication that she wasn't taking the situation of the Cave seriously.... Which likely made things all the stranger, considering the source.

[Reinholdt]

Makeout Murder Mystery


"Oh? Thanks I suppose. Who was it? A particular uncomfortable Reinholdt?" She doesn't seem terribly phased. Maybe a little surprised that Magtok didn't accept. That was unexpectedly nice of him.

She'd have to be unexpectedly... nice to him in return some time.

[happyturtle]

Front Door

It's a knock on the front door - sometime after Halloween. In fact, it's the first day of Thanksmas - and a Happy one at that, since it's Happy knocking on the door.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

Well of course it's a happy day, it's the single most important day of the entire Thanksmas season! Didn't you see that parade go by through Inside earlier, with all the giant balloon mascots and stuff?

"Hi Happy, what brings you down here?" Magtok asks, as if he doesn't already know. November 28th only comes once a year, and the day that has been set in stone as Magtok's birthday, the only factoid about the original Magtok he still remembers, is still a very prominent and important day here at the MagCave.

The Lime Room - Sour Science Siblings

"Complaint withdrawn," Magtok apologizes, sorta. He takes a step back, and waits for Riss to continue with her demonstrations and explanations. Blargh, so like his staff to find a way to do something he's been doing for years, but do it better without any of the same flaws or limitations.

[happyturtle]

Front Door

Happy grins, a little self-consciously. "I didn't know what to get the cyborg who has everything, so I thought I'd take you out for your birthday instead," Happy says.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"Sounds great, I'll-" Magtok stops smiling abruptly, poking his head out the doorway to stare up into the sky, look left, look right, and then peer off into the distance past Happy's shoulder. Nope, nothing and nobody listening in, near as he can tell. "Do I take the blue helmet or leave it at home?"

[happyturtle]

Front Door

"I was thinking that new amusement park up in Skyside - the one where they don't bother safety testing any of their rides." Happy says. "That okay with you?"

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"So no blue helmet, or are we punching an amusement park owner and his clown mafia in the face?" Either's fine, really. Dangerous rides or dangerous felons, they both sound like a fine time.

[happyturtle]

Front Door

"No helmet! Just ridiculously dangerous rides!" Happy says. :smallbiggrin:

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"Alright, let's go!" Magtok offers his hand to her, and steps out of the MagCave. Woo, adventure and such!

[happyturtle]

Magday Leavings

And off they fly to...

What do you mean, walk? They're just going to walk to the nearest Riftline station, take that to Groundtown, and get a shuttle up to Skyside?

Bad start, Happy. That's just pathetic. :smallsigh:

[Terumitsu]

[The Lime Room]

If Magtok knew the truth of the matter, it was highly likely that he would have some evidence against the 'Sans Flaws and Limitations' bit. Of course, they would likely come up over the course of this meeting anyway given how integration was a rather important topic. In any case, Riss (Risses?) was (were?) visibly mollified and launched into her explanation. "If you might recall, I requested to see the plans for your telewarping system. Or, to be more clear, the equations behind the mechanism." she said, picking up a second device that, now that it could be seen and focused on more clearly, would look like a small thumb drive if a bit spherical. "I will concede that this request was made with some personal motive but the applications of the final product should be sufficiently wide enough that it would be an unequivocally superior choice when the need relates to anything dealing with instantaneous, extremely high bandwidth communications. Be that in the realm of high density computational systems or linking otherwise physically separate neural networks." She said, setting the devices down again.

"Installation is easy enough as it can be either a peripheral device or something in-built although I would reccomend not relying strictly on the peripherals as they draw more power than standard devices and may eventually shorten the lifespan of the affected port assuming that it is not designed for the increased load. As for how it functions, it is surprisingly simple to explain. Effectively, it creates a gestalt corridor between all linked devices where transmissions and reception can happen in a lossless environment. As there are no obstacles and no effective distance between each node, you may effectively communicate by FTL methods. However, I suspect that what you would find more valuable is that this means there can be no intermediary to listen in on the communications unless they exist as listening software on either device in use as there is no real medium that needs to be traversed." Riss said. Or at least her form with the braid.

"Because it relies upon light as the actual delivery method between corridors, it allows for usage even when a tele-blocker is in place as there is nearly no mass that is being transmitted. However this is only true up to a certain energy threshold or about what would be equal to a strong spotlight. So, unfortunately, we can't use the same methods to open up small portals behind defenses and eliminate targets that way. As for maximum bandwidth.." Riss paused to appear as if she were thinking for a a moment. It was unnecessary now but such small motions were habits she wanted to keep if only to keep people from being somewhat unsettled by the impassive ease it was to think of calculate something that would regularly be seen as at least taxing. "I could have upwards of tens of thousands of forms all thinking at maximum capacity before that would even begin to become an issue. she said, presenting a rather impressive scenario.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok's Not Making Out! :smallyuk:

((Since Slii said I could skip Misha...))


Makeout Murder Mystery


"Oh? Thanks I suppose. Who was it? A particular uncomfortable Reinholdt?" She doesn't seem terribly phased. Maybe a little surprised that Magtok didn't accept. That was unexpectedly nice of him.

She'd have to be unexpectedly... nice to him in return some time.

"No no, all of you. This caller wants every single Reinholdt removed from the Nexus, and I don't think they'd call me if they didn't have at least some idea as to how they'd do it, especially since it was a request for genetic material. I'm asking you to...****, I've already said way too much. Just watch out, and do so in a way that doesn't lead to DC cutting my throat open for being an accessory to apocalypses, okay?"

Ah, so it's DC, then. Yeah, it doesn't look like Magtok's keeping any secrets here after all, as worried as he might be about open conflict with DC and anyone DC can convince to side with him against those who'd shield 'The Cat'.

"Oh, Misha? Probably goes without saying, and I can't see you ratting me out to DC, but a brand new term of Riss's employment. Everything I just said is secret and to let Watch know is to get her fired. Your employment too, but I doubt that's much of a threat. Also, don't go selling Reina DNA to people unless she inexplicably stabs me in the kidney and makes it okay to do that."

Lime Room Robotics and Such

"Mhm. Obvious applications for the MagNet, and...I suppose I should do something about the dreadfully backwards Magbots I have running around, even if it's just something as minor as..."

Magtok shakes his head. No, she's clearly got plenty of other stuff to show, no need to get all worked up trying to find some extra utility for this project so she doesn't feel like it was an embarrassing waste of time. He can figure out those bonus tricks and gimmicks later.

[Slii Arhem]

Lime Twins

Magtok blinks, takes a deep breath, and then lets it out. Okay, let's not get too excited about this. It's not a major incident, you don't need to-

"I don't recall ever authorizing the use of my cloning tanks or the use of our resources to make some for your own frivolous personal use, Ms. Heln-Gelter. Especially not when I'm at a bare minimum for bodies right now, giving Magbots jobs I'd normally never allow them to perform unsupervised and struggling just to get by with only a dozen clones. Please tell me that's not what I'm looking at here."

Oh fudge, he's upset. If she doesn't have a good excuse, there's going to be trouble. Hell, even if she does have a good excuse, that still might not be enough. Run, Riss, run!

They're Not Makeouts!

"I...that 'disco is dead' clone got a phone call on his way out. Someone trying to enlist his...my...Magtok's help in removing you from existence. I declined, believe it or not, but the person on the other end had already made it clear I wasn't going to be paid anything if I cooperated, so I don't know quite how much you should read into that."

Magtok's jaw clenches again, just like it does in that future scene with DC's next call, where he's not sure how much more to say and strongly regretting what he's revealed already.


Makeout Murder Mystery


"Oh? Thanks I suppose. Who was it? A particular uncomfortable Reinholdt?" She doesn't seem terribly phased. Maybe a little surprised that Magtok didn't accept. That was unexpectedly nice of him.

She'd have to be unexpectedly... nice to him in return some time.

Monster Mag

Misha's face scrunches up, "I've been to Watchtower like, once and the only person I met there was awfully uptight. I don't think I'd talk to them about the weather, let alone important stuff. But if you're asking me to promise to keep it a secret, could we at least say that I'm your worker as well instead of you holding Riss' job over my head? Offering an incentive would work better." It's pretty clear Misha's just rambling and has no intentions of telling anyone beyond Riss herself. Mimi wouldn't even care to hear it since it's not particularly bloody or interesting from a pixie's standpoint.

"Eh, forget it. I promise not to spill any secrets, regardless of whatever else. It'd just get people hurt for no reason." As opposed to very good reasons, like the people being hurt attempting to force themselves on innocent and not at all entrapping fey women. :smallannoyed:

"And I don't even know how I could sell DNA to someone. Everything I produce all turns into water when I stop concentrating on it to change its state, so there's no real way to study it like that." Yet, anyway.

[Reinholdt]

Makeout Tryouts Canceled

"DC. Wow, shoulda figured. Why on Nexus is he pulling this now? Doesn't Watch have any actual threats to deal with? I mean, I didn't see them doing squat all when there was a self-proclaimed omnicidal robot on the loose vowing to destroy all of humanity. No, I was fighting it, and I know you were busy with your own survival Magtok and couldn't help, but they just sat up in their cozy tower, apparently plotting vague personal vendettas. What a bunch of ********. Honestly, of all the people who have actual justification to want to see me gone for wrongs done to them, DC has to be the lowest on the list. He's so damn petulant." As far as Rein's concerned, DC lost very little compared to say Happy, or GLoG, or even Magtok.

"Sorry. I'm ranting and I don't mean to. Thank you for telling me Magtok. I shall make sure we're prepared to defend ourselves should it come to that. Hopefully it won't, but I won't hold my breath."

"And thank you Misha, as well." Even if she was mildly coerced in the matter.

[Terumitsu]

[Lime Expo]

Really, any further use from the 'warp-net' beyond being able to exist as a distributed entity was bonus in her opinion. Though there was one quirk of the system she had nearly neglected to mention: "Before I move on, I should also mention that as an emergent property of this device, one is able to judge the direction and distance to any other linked device. With two actively working in known locations, one can triangulate the position of any additional device that is connected to that specific link cluster. As such, I would expect that a theif would be greatly chagrined if they attempted to use such a device to listen in on any transmissions." It had been a mild shock to descover she could triangulate the position of any of her active forms almost intuitively but had since found it to be an interestingly useful tool.

Moving to a second display, this one more adorned with graphs and diagrams on the interactions of teleportation and the basic effects that teleblockers had on such travel. There sat something that looked like it could be a very sophisticated grenade as well as something that appeared to be a very stylized projector of some sort. There was also a scavenged personal teleblocker attached to a ballistics gel dummy nearby for some reason although the teleblocker had seen some serious modification. "Beyond just making a communications system, I noticed that there are some interesting properties that arise when using one of these fields to inhibit extra-spatial travel. That, of course, is a clear use of those things but it is also... Blunt, in a manner of speech. To elucidate, the effect can be extended, to some degree, inside a frame of reference. This won't rip someone off the face of a planet by completely stopping all motion but I have found a way to create areas where travel is heavily inhibited or made too resource intensive to cross." she said, picking up the grenade device as well as a few ball berings that were sitting in a petri dish. The Riss-With-A-Ponytail stood several meters away and held up an unmodified personal teleblocker and activated it, setting it's dispersal at the highest rating. With a swift throw, the Riss-With-A-Braid sent the object flying at her counterpart whereupon the device cracked open and the area near the Riss with the ponytail quite suddenly darkened in a spherical shape emenating from the rather jagged innards that looked to be slowly falling to the ground.

Riss hurled the ball bearings at the darkened field and they too suddenly slowed their passage once they pierced the divide, stopping quite quickly and slowly falling to the ground as well. The dim field lasted for about five seconds more before it quickly began to fade, brightening as it did so until it was gone completely. "That was a single use device that effectively enhances the field's inhibitive properties in a localized area. As you likely saw, all things, including light, are inhibited in their ability to travel through the area and things with mass soon simply respond only to the force of gravity." Riss said. Or at least the form with the braid did. Speaking of that one, she was now manhandling the projector-like device and aiming it at her other self. What happened next was an almost black wall springing out of nothing between her two selves although it hardly seemed to be a truely physical thing. "This here is based in a similar concept but active only on a planar spread rather than in a volumetric area. This allows for a stronger effect but it cannot be used as an entrapment device unless several are working in concert to form a cell. Instead, think of it as an instant barricade or defensive wall while the other is a deterrent or short term trapping or holding mechanism. I suppose it could also slow bullets enough to be used as a defensive application as well if necessary. The idea is to pull more utility from our blocking systems as well as make them more of a liability against others should there be a need to field this in hostile territory. However, these effects only work within a teleblocker field. Otherwise they are useless. The barriers are not invincible, though, as the more energy applied to something attempting to pass through them, the quicker they will either disburse or need to undergo some time to recharge the capacitors." A solid shot from any good, vehicularly mounted railgun or even a decently potent grenade would be enough to collapse either of them but it would be one more shot that didn't kill anyone. True to her words, though, the black wall disappeared once Riss deactivated the personal teleblocker although the projector also was turned off shortly after.

That didn't explain what the ballistic gel dummy was for, though..

[Lord Magtok]

Pomp and Circuitry

"That doesn't explain what the ballistic gel dummy is for, though." Magtok points out. Silly cyborg just can't wait to get past the more cerebral and non-violent applications for Riss's latest developments, and wants to get right down to menacing the world with a phallic instrument of death. Ugh, villains and their silly superweapons.

Faked Out of Makeouts

"Thank you Misha," Magtok concedes awkwardly, which is probably as close to an acknowledgement that his methods of coercion could use some improvement as we're going to get.

"But yes, that was the one thing. Unless we need to talk about the Skyside project for whatever reason, it can finally stop being Halloween around here."

No Magtok, there's nothing Skyside-related to talk about that hasn't been already talked to death with Reina. Stop trying to find some weak excuse to keep her and her boobtacular (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110505180157/ideas/images/4/45/127262-52596-hela_large.jpg) Halloween costume around. :smallyuk:

[Slii Arhem]

Makeout Tryouts Canceled

"DC. Wow, shoulda figured. Why on Nexus is he pulling this now? Doesn't Watch have any actual threats to deal with? I mean, I didn't see them doing squat all when there was a self-proclaimed omnicidal robot on the loose vowing to destroy all of humanity. No, I was fighting it, and I know you were busy with your own survival Magtok and couldn't help, but they just sat up in their cozy tower, apparently plotting vague personal vendettas. What a bunch of ********. Honestly, of all the people who have actual justification to want to see me gone for wrongs done to them, DC has to be the lowest on the list. He's so damn petulant." As far as Rein's concerned, DC lost very little compared to say Happy, or GLoG, or even Magtok.

"Sorry. I'm ranting and I don't mean to. Thank you for telling me Magtok. I shall make sure we're prepared to defend ourselves should it come to that. Hopefully it won't, but I won't hold my breath."

"And thank you Misha, as well." Even if she was mildly coerced in the matter.


Pomp and Circuitry

"That doesn't explain what the ballistic gel dummy is for, though." Magtok points out. Silly cyborg just can't wait to get past the more cerebral and non-violent applications for Riss's latest developments, and wants to get right down to menacing the world with a phallic instrument of death. Ugh, villains and their silly superweapons.

Faked Out of Makeouts

"Thank you Misha," Magtok concedes awkwardly, which is probably as close to an acknowledgement that his methods of coercion could use some improvement as we're going to get.

"But yes, that was the one thing. Unless we need to talk about the Skyside project for whatever reason, it can finally stop being Halloween around here."

No Magtok, there's nothing Skyside-related to talk about that hasn't been already talked to death with Reina. Stop trying to find some weak excuse to keep her and her boobtacular (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110505180157/ideas/images/4/45/127262-52596-hela_large.jpg) Halloween costume around. :smallyuk:

Make Outs are on the Agenda

"Yeah, I guess the Halloween party's been going a little late. Gotta prepare for Thanksmas soon right? I guess there's nothing left to do but kiss and say goodnight." Misha knows curtaintacular tension, and it's so thick here you could... probably spread it thinly on toast really. It's not quite that thick.

So obviously they're going to kiss. It's so apparent to her that she's been expecting it this whole time. She steps back too, so neither of them will mistake her for one of the kiss participants. She's taken.

[Terumitsu]

[Limes From Dust]

"That shall be made clear momentarily." 'Ponytail' said as she slipped on a pair of thick, white gloves with what appeared to be aerosol nozzles around the wrists. They had been resting right next to the arm that looked awefully like a standard issue arm for any Magclone save for similar apertures along the sides. Producing three bullets of three common handgun calibers from a drawer, she said: "I would reccomend covering your ears if you lack auditory baffling systems." as she pointed in the way one does when making a gun with their fingers. Even before the motion had completed, there was a rush of mist, or perhaps 'dust' might be more accurate, that poured from the wrist of the glove and formed what was unmistakeably the barrel of a handgun; the rest of the firearm following soon after until a somewhat plastic-looking weapon in full Mag-Corp purple was in her grasp, the bullets having been absorbed during the gun's assembly.

And then: *BANG!* The whole process from pointing to trigger-pull had taken maybe four seconds total. However, instead of the dummy suddenly sporting a fancy new ballistic puncture wound, a grey shell had appeared, darkening around where it intersected with the bullet's path. "Reactive system based upon the same concepts although it has the side effect of somewhat inhibiting the wearer's movements and the power pack quickly runs out as it has to do double duty. This is just the prototype stage but I expect to be able to eventually incorporate it into the next generation of defensive robes as this method is simply more effective than the current version. Of course, if you wanted to know what would happen if there was no barrier.." The dust flowed again to allow for the barrel to be able to incorporate a larger caliber before another pull of the trigger sent a magnum bullet deep into the dummy's torso. A second later of adjustment for a yet larger bullet and the gun was fired a third time, tearing right through the dummy and bursting out the other side.

Letting go of the weapon, it quickly turned back to dust before flowing into the wrist ports once more. "Speaking of the defensive robes, the shield system they use is the basis for this technology. Neither is an energy-based shield but a physical network of 'foglites,' or nanoscale motes that can link to each other for various purposes. While the shield is basically a set design of a polerized, transparent mass that imitates non-newtonian fluids to halt projectiles, this is a more finely implemented usage of the same basic concepts although now various configurations can be selected and used at a whim." Riss said, casually strolling up to the dummy with a purple dagger forming in her grasp in mere moments. "As long as the item in question does not exceed 150cm in length, three kilos in mass, or require electrical power, you can fashion anything you wish." she said as she plunged the dagger all the way to the hilt into the dummy's shoulder. "And supposing the item in question breaks?" she said, giving the dagger a vicious twist so that the blade snapped in the wound. "You can easily enough break it down and reform it." she said as the blade turned to dust and flowed from the 'wound' although a notable quantity seemed to stay inside.

"Suppose you come across an object you want to copy for later use? Perhaps a key of some sort or some interesting mechanical device?" she said as she placed a palm on the dummy's head and a thin film of the dust flowed across it's face. Holding out her other hand, the dummy's head was recreated at a smaller scale and briefly shown off at different angles before being returned to it's component particles and returned to storage inside the glove. "Of course, solids doesn't mean no moving parts as I showed you with the firearm earlier. And there are a few instances where it doesn't even require a solid form..." she said with the twitch of a concerning sort of grin as the dust began rushing between her fingers at the dummy's head like some kind of infernal sandblaster, ripping and tearing small chunks from the mass which began forming a growing pile at the 'feet' of the dummy. When she finally pulled away after probably a good ten seconds beyond what would have been enough to prove her point, she had to hide a small smile as it was rather viscerally satisfying to simply rip something apart like that. Of course, there now was a ragged stump of a neck to serve as a monument to the fact that a head had once existed in that place.

Both forms cleared their throats in unison in partial embarressment for getting a tad carried away before 'Braid' picked up the explanation while 'ponytail' cleaned up the sizable mess with a hand broom and dustpan made from the shapeshifting dust. "Breakdown does happen, however, and there is no way to currently include a fabrication mechanism into either the gloves or the prosthesis. However, manufacturing more is a highly easy task and the storage tanks can be 'recharged' with ease. Currently, the gloves have an operation time of four hours of constant use before needing to be powered back ip while the prosthesis works odd of the same internal power source and thus is only limited by your internal battery." she concluded over the noise of the dustpan being rapped against the inside of a rubbish bin. "...Amusingly enough, making it purple was the hardest part as I had to figure out how to get that color in macroscale while keeping all the microscale properties from being adversely affected." she said, adding in a bit of an afterthought about the development process behind this particular creation.

[Lord Magtok]

When Life Gives You Lime Rooms...

"People aren't going to believe it when I say I never actually requested you make it purple. Nobody could possibly...that has to be the multiest multi-tool I've ever seen. Something to pick locks, or tear right through them. Do the same to people, maybe make an example of the next person to...Riss, you realize that are people out there, living beings who make a name for themselves with their weird, wonderful powers, who've suddenly been completely, totally outclassed forever by this one thing? I'm not even going to miss the shapeshifting gene splice thing anymore..."

Magtok shakes his head, more talking for his own benefit than for Riss's. Is there anything he couldn't do with a device so multifunctional? A complicated situation that his genius wouldn't weave right past with the greatest of ease? Probably, but Mag can't imagine what it could possibly be. He's so giddy, he's going to have to have this thing copied and sent out to all the other clones. Yes, all. Even Intrepid should have one of these things, they're so amazing.

"So...the dummy, that is the ballistics gel sort, right? Bones and whatnot inside equally authentic? I should expect about the same, and not suddenly wish you'd shown the device on actual bone instead of cheap plastic at some inopportune moment, right?"

A terribly minor concern, more to show Magtok's paying attention and asking questions than to actually clarify anything.

[Terumitsu]

[Lime Flavored Genius]

"Yes sir. The materials used were designed to imitate bone and flesh for the purposes of accurate data assesment." she said, permitting herself a mild smile at her employer's overtly positive reaction. It was as good as praise, really. "There is one thing that I need to mention. The arms that have this built into will be three kilos heavier as I can't create mass from nowhere. Just be aware that there will be some mild additional weight and inertia because of this although I have done what I can to compensate so as to prevent any miscalculations in movement." she said as her other form dumped the mess she had caused into a waste bin and then setting the gloves down.

"Also, the same technology was incorporated into something I feel might be useful in getting the facility back up to par as well as making it more difficult for further invaders should that time come.." Riss said, moving over to the white wall. Looking closer at it now, it seemed to be a lot of hexagons stacked on each other and looking like honeycomb in a way.

[UncleWolf]

[The Lime Room]

Setting the leg armor on the same table as the arm, Riss would take a moment to adjust her costume before simply making a face and heading over to the duffle bag she had never gotten around to really taking out of the room. "I see..." she said, pausing for a moment before pulling out her rather boring, standard articles of dress. "Mind if I do a quick change? Costume kinda gets in the way." The fact that it was now showing quite a bit of leg was something that seemed to be lost on her, though. If given an affirmative answer, then she would go about changing outfits behind a somewhat large device that had no immediately obvious purpose although it might possibly make sense as some kind of scanner.

In any case, she would go on to inquire: "So have there been any attempts to repurpose another bit of your psyche to serve the same purpose or is this a case of.. I suppose the equivalent would be like a fused connection or a stripped screw preventing an exchange?" Once she was either given an negative response to her changing or had the time to get into something less prone to getting caught on things, the muse would slip around to a table near the corner where there was a collection of tools as well as a simple mag if hung glass. It was seemingly archaic in this kind of room but she wanted to find out what, if any, visible ports or ways to connect to the heart core there were. Hard to scan anything on the inside if there was no way to get to it. Of course, there were other ways to find out but no reason to not at least see what a visual appraisal would yield.

Lime Room

The Techno-Paladin turns his back at the mention of changing and faces away from her, his hands folded neatly behind him. "I don't mind." He admits as he rocks on his heels slightly. At her next question he just shakes his head before realizing she might not be able to see his motion. "No. It wouldn't work. It's like..." Aequitus starts, frowning as he tries to come up with a comparison. "It's like a piece of sheet metal that has been cut in twaine. You can weld it back together, but the two sheets will never again be one even if it is lined up perfectly. The weld leaves an obvious scar that will keep the sheet from uniting evenly for eternity. You'd have to destroy what the sheet was and reforge it to get even close, but then it wouldn't be the same piece of metal now, would it?"

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

Someone's knocking on the door!

[Lord Magtok]

It Was the Best of Limes, It Was the Worst of Limes...

"Spontaneously generated purple death traps shooting from the walls? A giant, stylized trident just speeding right out to impale some unlucky bastard walking down the wrong hallway?" Those aren't questions, Magtok, they're fantasies. We're looking for actual questions here. Comments, concerns, issues you might have with Riss playing God Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Front Door

"Hello?" The door doesn't open just yet. A camera juts out of the side of the cave, peering suspiciously at the mystery visitor as our cyborg greets the stranger via intercom.

[Arkhosia]

It Was the Best of Limes, It Was the Worst of Limes...

"Spontaneously generated purple death traps shooting from the walls? A giant, stylized trident just speeding right out to impale some unlucky bastard walking down the wrong hallway?" Those aren't questions, Magtok, they're fantasies. We're looking for actual questions here. Comments, concerns, issues you might have with Riss playing God Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Front Door

"Hello?" The door doesn't open just yet. A camera juts out of the side of the cave, peering suspiciously at the mystery visitor as our cyborg greets the stranger via intercom.

Hi.
It's Caelynn!
She has a bandage covering her head wound, but otherwise appears fine.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"Oh, Caelynn. How've things been?" Magtok sounds mildly surprised to see her as the door slides open. Did he expect her to get kidnapped again or something?

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

"Oh, Caelynn. How've things been?" Magtok sounds mildly surprised to see her as the door slides open. Did he expect her to get kidnapped again or something?

Pretty good, actually.
I just wanted to thank you for rescuing me from AMEN.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"Right, that." Magtok replies rather awkwardly. He's already trying to stop thinking about that. Not his finest achievement, at least in his eyes. I mean sure, he might've saved someone from untold torture and humiliation and possible death, but it wasn't cool or dignified or brag-worthy at all!

"...Did you want to come in here, or have me step out there? It's still kind of a mess in here, half Halloween and half Thanksmas. Can only allocate so many Magbots and stuff for decorations when I'm not having guests and there's still battle damage that needs patching."

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

"Right, that." Magtok replies rather awkwardly. He's already trying to stop thinking about that. Not his finest achievement, at least in his eyes. I mean sure, he might've saved someone from untold torture and humiliation and possible death, but it wasn't cool or dignified or brag-worthy at all!

"...Did you want to come in here, or have me step out there? It's still kind of a mess in here, half Halloween and half Thanksmas. Can only allocate so many Magbots and stuff for decorations when I'm not having guests and there's still battle damage that needs patching."

No, it's fine.
Also, I wanted to ask you something.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"You did?" Magtok raises an eyebrow. Near as he can tell, he didn't leave any important questions unanswered when he dropped Caelynn off at her apartment. The note covered pretty much everything about the escape he could think of, though naturally, it shied away from his ties to the organization and its leader. Can't very well just let Caelynn know he's on a date with the woman leading the very same organization that kidnapped and tortured her, right?

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

"You did?" Magtok raises an eyebrow. Near as he can tell, he didn't leave any important questions unanswered when he dropped Caelynn off at her apartment. The note covered pretty much everything about the escape he could think of, though naturally, it shied away from his ties to the organization and its leader. Can't very well just let Caelynn know he's on a date with the woman leading the very same organization that kidnapped and tortured her, right?

Yes. I wanted to ask you if you were free tomorrow.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"Tomorr...ow?" Magtok freezes momentarily, caught completely off-guard by the question. Is she asking him out? Secretly Arkhosia in disguise, planning to lure him into a trap? Intending to offer up her services as a freelance MagMinion every now and then? Some combination of the three? Why would she do that? Why would anyone do that?

"...I think? I'll have to move some Magbots around, but...yeah, I should be available. Where, and when?"

Also why, and for what reason? She seemed fairly uninterested in conversation with him prior to the abduction, is this just a weird sort of obligation thing she thinks she has to do? Maybe she was drunk on Halloween, and that's the only reason why she didn't say much? He hadn't considered inebriation as a possibility before, so fixated was he on her ego-wounding lack of laughter at his goofy, eccentric behavior.

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

"Tomorr...ow?" Magtok freezes momentarily, caught completely off-guard by the question. Is she asking him out? Secretly Arkhosia in disguise, planning to lure him into a trap? Intending to offer up her services as a freelance MagMinion every now and then? Some combination of the three? Why would she do that? Why would anyone do that?

"...I think? I'll have to move some Magbots around, but...yeah, I should be available. Where, and when?"

Also why, and for what reason? She seemed fairly uninterested in conversation with him prior to the abduction, is this just a weird sort of obligation thing she thinks she has to do? Maybe she was drunk on Halloween, and that's the only reason why she didn't say much? He hadn't considered inebriation as a possibility before, so fixated was he on her ego-wounding lack of laughter at his goofy, eccentric behavior.

We can always do it another time if you want.
I was thinking Restaurant Enchante.
She was a bit tipsy on Halloween, and it's not really a date: "He pretty much saved my life, the least I can do is do something in return."

[UncleWolf]

Brain Surgery

Carl doesn't say anything right away and wraps his arms around his wife, holding her tight as their son does the same. A moment later and he'll step back to allow her to hold Luke as he looks at her, tight lipped. "I..." He starts before sighing and giving a defeated nod. "Okay. But I require that I'm in the room when it happens. Armed." He says in a tone that she'll know brooks no argument on his part. "You're wanting to guard over us, but if you do this, I'm going to guard over you."

[happyturtle]

Brain Surgery

Sunny shakes her head. "It isn't to protect you. It's to protect me." She takes Luke in her arms and holds him close enough that he squirms and complains. "If I lost you both, it would be the worst pain I could ever know. But if I forgot you - that would be worse, because I wouldn't even have you in my heart to know what I'd lost." :smallfrown:

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

The same restaurant where Magtok would be taking Harley out for dinner. It's...it's definitely a risk, but I'm not sure if that makes our cyborg more or less inclined to agree. Unnecessary risks and wacky shenanigans have almost always been his bread and butter, after all.

"No no, tomorrow's fine. At the Enchante. Sure, I'll see you there."

Brain Surgery

Magtok awkwardly just stands around and waits, wordlessly commanding his Magbots to prepare everything inside for the operation. He'd worry about his hand being too shaky or something, given that he's going to have an armed husband of the patient staring him down the entire time, and would offer that as an argument against him being there, but his left arm isn't quite so delicate and sensitive to things like stress that such a claim would ever be believed.

[UncleWolf]

Brain Surgery

"I know." The halfling admits as he gives another sigh before nodding once more. "How long will it take?" He asks Magtok as he slips his arm around Sunny's waist.

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

The same restaurant where Magtok would be taking Harley out for dinner. It's...it's definitely a risk, but I'm not sure if that makes our cyborg more or less inclined to agree. Unnecessary risks and wacky shenanigans have almost always been his bread and butter, after all.

"No no, tomorrow's fine. At the Enchante. Sure, I'll see you there."

Brain Surgery

Magtok awkwardly just stands around and waits, wordlessly commanding his Magbots to prepare everything inside for the operation. He'd worry about his hand being too shaky or something, given that he's going to have an armed husband of the patient staring him down the entire time, and would offer that as an argument against him being there, but his left arm isn't quite so delicate and sensitive to things like stress that such a claim would ever be believed.

Caelynn smiles.
Great! See you tomorrow.
Caelynn will then teleport away unless stopped

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"Alright, bye."

Nope! No stopping her from leaving here!

Brain Surgery

"She won't be home in time for dinner, but there'll be time to microwave something before bed."

Magtok takes care not to say 'nuke.' He's always hated the idea of using that word as a synonym microwaving food. There are actual nuclear weapons in the Nexus, horrible death bombs of destruction, and they have absolutely nothing to do with your common household popcorn-popper, dammit!

[happyturtle]

Brain Surgery

"I love you both so much," Sunny says.

"Lub you too. Down?" Luke asks. Sunny sets him down and kisses Carl, then goes to Magtok to follow him inside.

"Thank you." she says to Magtok.

[Terumitsu]

[The Lime Room - Of Hallowed Eve's Past]

Riss let out a quiet chuckle as she came out from behind the machine while fastening the last few buttons on her shirt. "There is an argument that would claim it isn't even the same bit of metal from one moment to the next. But all metaphors break down somewhere and I get what you're trying to say. Or at least the idea that grinding it all up and reforging it would be... Prohibitive due to several factors." she said, trying to be tactful. Metal could be melted down and remade, at least... Really, it was kind of reminiscent of that old chemistry problem of the difficulty to undo a reaction.

"So, you mentioned a long story?" she prompted. At least now she could get into the nitty-gritty of trying to scan this thing to see what it was capable of.

[Limes Of Thankmasses To Come]

"...Not yet." Riss said after a few moments pause. "I expect this to be a bit less glamorous than that since it's dedicated more towards utility but.. Hmm... I might be able to come up with a way for them to work in conjunction to create such an effect.." 'Braid' said as she absently began tapping the base of her horns with a finger in thought, causing a surprisingly musical noise like that of a xylophone.

"As for what 'they' are..." Trailing off, she mentally activated the 'wall's' components and in the center of each hexagon, a purple 'M' in script appeared before the topmost of the robots began pulling themselves out of formation and scuttling down to the floor. They were like hexagonal scorpions in a way, 12cm thick and a radius of 15cm (~5 inches thick and ~1 foot across ). Except rather than a stinger there was a sensor suite and instead of claws were two appendages tipped with either tools or manipulators that, after a bit of observation, would prove to be interchangeable with others stored in a small bay in their backs. One or two displayed the use of the same 'dust' from before and it would be evident that the wall formation itself had been using the stuff to make itself more rigid. Currently, they were ambling around although they seemed to be quite curious as to their surroundings if their mannerisms meant anything.

As if to top it all off, they vocalized (http://starwars.com/play/online-activities/soundboards/#/?theme=09)as well although it was in nonsensical sounds rather than actual words. It might seem like an odd thing to do but the muse felt that it would help any non-mechanical entity interacting with them, if only psychologically, as something that made quiet, nonthreatening noises as it went about it's business would generally be more welcomed than the alternative. Making them 'express' a bit with their motions as they performed noncritical functions was part of this as well. Plus, it was kind of cute... "I've taken to calling them 'Gremlins.'" she said as she slid a cardboard box full of parts out from under a desk. With a snap of her fingers, she called the twenty-odd number of them to action and they swarmed to the box whereupon they began pulling the parts out from inside and divided into small teams to assemble the parts save for one which skittered over to Magtok. "As you saw before, they can create an interlocking barrier to prevent passage and I have incorporated the same 'skin' from an earlier creation, you know the one, to better create a facade. In addition, while it might not be much at the moment, they can also provide rudimentary defenses as well." Riss said as the gremlin first changed to match the texture and color of the floor before suddenly sprouting spikes made of 'dust' on it's back. It then held up a small arc torch in one appendage and an electrical prod in another as it returned to the normal off-white-with-purple-M. And then it folded it's arms back into itself and made a sound that could distinctly be characterized as a highly cheerful 'Ghwee!' before returning to it's kin and joining in on the assembly of what now was looking like a to-scale statue of Magtok made of brass.

Welding torches sparked while the noise of industry filled the room although not so much that it was impossible to speak over. "Their main functions are dedicated towards repair and maintenance. While they are intelligent, I wouldn't worry about it becoming a problem. I've made triply certain of that. In addition, I have taken the precaution of them orienting themselves by maps of the cave on the network rather than something in their on-board memory in case someone were to steal one in hopes of getting the layout." she added although it was mostly filler at this point as the robots worked to finish the statue. Already a trio of them were hoisting up the head using a net made of that dust.

It would take a total of ten minutes before they finished entirely, backing away from the statue depicting Magtok with a commanding expression caught in the middle of saying something with a las-goose in one hand while the other was making a gesture as if rallying unseen troops behind him; all the while his cloak was billowing back in some nonexistant wind.

Apparently, Riss had learned somewhere along the line that Magtok's ego was probably best appeased if she wanted to remain with the amount of resources she had at her fingertips.

[Lord Magtok]

Brain Surgery

"He's talking now?" Sunny not only got married and had a kid, she has a kid who's talking now, and not just that meaningless baby babble stuff, either. Raptor Christ, everywhere you go you're just finding more and more signs that you're getting old, Magtok. You can't keep pretending the world is still as it was five years ago, or that you haven't aged and changed yourself in all that time, you know. Some day you'll have to realize your responsibilities to others outweighs your silly obsession with supervillainy and reckless shenanigans. Cassius and Renee deserve a father.

Anyways, as Magtok said in another scene, the interior seem terribly schizophrenic right now, with the MagCave's rooms ranging from spooky Halloween figures, birthday decorations, to Thanksmas lights, seemingly without rhyme or reason as it shifts from one to the other and then back to the first. Nowhere near enough Magbots to waste on such frivolities, apparently.

There's No Lime Like The Present

"It's not the arm gadget on a much larger scale like I expected, but I suppose...I'm vaguely reminded of Elizabeth Kale's crab soldiers, but I can't imagine these would be anywhere near as rowdy and insubordinate."

Magtok swears she designed those things to pinch at him like that. He's looked over her work and can't find proof, but he swears it's in there somewhere. That wretched, no-legged replica of a dead person would never pass up an opportunity to sneak a coy little jab at her employer somewhere like that. Riss seems to have enough sense not to do such things, however, or at least make them so subtle as to be missed entirely.

"So are you going to need that brass melted down and re-purposed for something else, or can I drag it out the door with me?"

You know, you could just take the brass statue and give Riss some new brass to make up for what was lost, Maggy. It's only like a dollar a pound, after all.

[Terumitsu]

[The Lime Room]

"No sir. It would be wasteful to make something only to be melted down. Plus I don't think destroying an effigy would send anything but mixed signals." Riss said as one of the now free gremlins scuttled up to Magtok once again and beeped. It then inclined itself forwards in the best imitation of a bow that it's leg structure would allow before scooting around him towards what now would obviously be charging cradles for the things. This seemed to be the first in a long line of the little robots paying respects to the lord of the cave as the remaining gremlins soon followed suit in an identical manner, leaving the floor clear once more save for the statue. "And I feel that should answer an questions you might have on their potential insubordination." she said. She hadn't heard of this other creation that he was talking about but it might be best to find out more about such things so she could distance herself from them.

"In any case, What I have next is something that is likely quite underwhelming but still potentially of use." 'Ponytail' said as she picked up a pair of dark glasses and held them out to Magtok whilst the other pulled a familiar energy weapon off of it's resting place. "It's simply an additional firing setting beyond the two already available. I wasn't able to showcase the second properly but I expect that you are well aware of it's effects." the muse said as she checked the safety on the device. She would wait until Magtok had put the eye protection on before she continued, however. "What this does is twofold. First off, it can focus the beams it fires at one point and create interference, resulting in visible scattering that would be not unlike staring at the sun. Assuming that you were looking at it unfiltered by atmosphere and without care for your ocular senses." she said, aiming it at the ballistics dummy and pulled the trigger. There was a high whine and a piercingly bright flash of light that would be a bit painful even with the eye protection. Once that was over with, though, it would be clear that the dummy was now on fire and it was quite the blaze at that. Not fully consumed but a sold portion of it's torso had taken quite well to it's new vocation as kindling.

Riss gestured at the dummy and mentally activated a few of the gremlins to take care of the fire before it became a problem. "I don't feel as it much needs to be said about the second part save for this being relevant only when your target is within a third of a meter from the epicenter. No setting large swaths of people on fire.. At least with this, I should say." she said over the warning sounds of the gremlin robots and the hissing jets of foam they were spraying at the dummy to smother the flames.

[UncleWolf]

The Lime Room - Techno-Paladin

Aequitus takes a moment to look around for a chair before taking a seat if there is one. "How detailed would you like me to get? This can take anywhere from a few moments to explain to several hours, so it's up to you."

Brain Surgery

Carl visibly relaxes during his kiss with Sunny, closing his eyes and letting out a small sigh as he nods to Magtok afterward. "Has been for a while now." He admits, smiling down at Luke and giving his hand a squeeze.

[happyturtle]

Brain Surgery

Sunny follows whatever instructions are given to prepare for surgery. Montage time?


Weather Control

Of course Willow built a back door into the stepping disks network so she could go back to the Weather Control installation and study it. Fascinating stuff. But she won't try to steal the actual device. Far better to build her own, and improve on it. After all, a Skyside weather installation will be far more effective than this in-ground model.

[Hattish Thing]

Marciano will stride after the group, now discarding his mask. He speaks out to them. Ice cream's on me. I don't really know a place to go though, sadly. I don't have any connections in the ice cream business, hah! My car's outside. Four seater. So, shall we take my ride? Or what?

[Arkhosia]

Marciano will stride after the group, now discarding his mask. He speaks out to them. Ice cream's on me. I don't really know a place to go though, sadly. I don't have any connections in the ice cream business, hah! My car's outside. Four seater. So, shall we take my ride? Or what?

Aurelia looks to Cyrus, as if awaiting his decision

[BladeofObliviom]

((Sorry to skip ya, Fel, but this'll fit best here. :smallsmile:))

[Ice Cream Social]

Cyrus laughs a bit at that.

"Yes, yes, your automobile. How droll. I'd just teleport the lot of us there in an instant, but technically I'm not here right now to do so and I think the Magcave might be dimension locked anyway.

Dana's Place, Mallside, by the way. Best Ice Cream around!"

Hurry up, Cyrus! Magtok's giving you the evil eye for making his Halloween party last well into December! Well, I'm not looking right now, so I don't know that. Maybe he's just grumbling about it quietly elsewhere. :smalltongue:

[Hattish Thing]

((Sorry to skip ya, Fel, but this'll fit best here. :smallsmile:))

[Ice Cream Social]

Cyrus laughs a bit at that.

"Yes, yes, your automobile. How droll. I'd just teleport the lot of us there in an instant, but technically I'm not here right now to do so and I think the Magcave might be dimension locked anyway.

Dana's Place, Mallside, by the way. Best Ice Cream around!"

Hurry up, Cyrus! Magtok's giving you the evil eye for making his Halloween party last well into December! Well, I'm not looking right now, so I don't know that. Maybe he's just grumbling about it quietly elsewhere. :smalltongue:

Marcy rolls his eyes before leading the group outside. Oh right, your current form is that of a cologne scented fart in the shape of my least favorite frenemy. That means you can't take up much space. Good. We'll need the room. He walks outside, and parked is a beautiful looking orange lamborghini with white stripes. It seats four people due to the special interior. So, go ahead and get in, ladies. Oookay, Dana's place. He gets into the beautiful car's drivers seat and types in the location on the small keyboard built into the car. It revs up, obviously going to autopilot. It drives itself!

[Lord Magtok]

Brain Surgery

Sunny follows whatever instructions are given to prepare for surgery. Montage time?

Like a Surgeon

Yep, looks like we're gonna need a montage (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JU9Uwhjlog8)! :smallcool:

Anyways, Carl might find a couple things alarming about how Magtok handles this operation. Nothing related to hygiene; oh no, he's absolutely thorough in his methods and procedures for this, perhaps even more than strictly necessary, but does he really have to have Bonnie Tyler music playing in the background as he works? Is this really the time or place to be singing along with Total Eclipse of the Heart? :smallyuk:

The Lime Room

Magtok seems distracted momentarily, humming along with a song some other clone is listening to, before quickly jumping back to reality before anyone starts snapping fingers in front of his face.

"Living in a powder keg and giving off...hrm? Oh right, blinding and burning. There's a fine line between appealing to my absurd ego and outright sycophancy, though."

[UncleWolf]

Surgery

Carl frowns during the process, but he doesn't comment, allowing Magtok his silliness. Even so, he keeps his rifle on his person at all moments and holds a sleeping Luke in one arm, waiting for news that it was successful.

[happyturtle]

Surgery

Magtok shouldn't find anything particularly unusual in Sunny's brain. She's slightly on the autism spectrum, but I don't think that really affects brain structure.

Of course now is the time to show his supervillainy and download a copy of all of her memories so he can steal Remnant secrets. Bwahaha?

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

A drow woman with pale grey skin approaches, dressed in a black skirt, a bright orange tunic, and black boots. Her long hair is snow-white, and a pair of large angelic wings extend from her back, one black and one white.
As she approaches the door, she flickers: she's not a person, but an illusion created by light and darkness manipulation. The illusion radiates a lot of divine energy.
Hello?

[Lord Magtok]

Surgery

Of course now is the time to show his supervillainy and download a copy of all of her memories so he can steal Remnant secrets. Bwahaha?

Not today, and not to Sunny. Tomorrow maybe, if he could find an excuse to get Iamar, Sequoia, Jyarl, Aliz, or anyone else he doesn't have much contact with in here, but not to his former Magtern. Magtok's moral code is a weird one, where so long as he can emotionally distance himself from a victim, he's capable and willing to do just about anything to them to further his goals. People he knows, however, the individuals that he amiably associates with, those are quite strictly off-limits.

"Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I n-

Oh! Hey Carl, nearly done. Don't worry about stitches and stuff, I have something better (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2322058/The-end-stitches-Wounds-soon-welded-using-lasers-gold.html). And while we're on the subject of superior medical technology, would you mind passing along a Thanksmas gift to that Bugs guy? I have this twenty-second century surgeon's textbook, might be something useful for him in there."

Magtok points a bloody scalpel at a particularly thick and weighty tome on the far side of the room. It looks like it weighs more than Luke. :smalleek:

Front Door

Magtok opens the door and examines the visitor. Not so much a crude, lecherous ogle, more in the way you would inspect fruit at the market for bruises and mold, or maybe a potential assassin for hidden blades and concealed firearms. His gaze stops at her wings, and an awful smile starts spreading across his face. Oh gods no, stop it, Magtok. Please, don't say it. She's a new character and there's probably a good reason for it, you don't need to be a jerk, please don't-

"Hi. I'm sorry, you must have the wrong address. DeviantArt is over that way."

Gods, you are such an ass sometimes. Just because someone has wings of mismatched colors doesn't mean they're some angsty angel/devil hybrid Mary Sue, y'know. Hell, I looked at her profile just a moment ago, and she doesn't seem half that bad! She's not a whiny, angsty teenage angel/devil girl, either, so your jerkface-ish criticism isn't even valid!

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

what's DeviantArt?
Anyways, I'm new to the Nexus and attempting to learn about the locations in the Nexus. And no, this is not my physical form.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

Oh phew, she has no idea what you're talking about. Looks like you won't have to worry about being punched in the face by a goddess today. Well...not yet, anyways. Plenty of time for you to say something else stupid and rude to the slimy elf.

"It's a long story. Anyways, this is the MagCave. It's where Magtok lives. I'm Magtok. You're giving off some really funky magical radiation stuff; am I going to get cancer if I stand here too long?"

Pfft, cancer. As if tumors mean anything to our cyborg, with his mortality rate as high as it is. In the time it'd take for malignant growth to kill him, he'll have been shot at least a dozen times, impaled thrice, carved up on nine separate occasions, and fragged to pieces with an explosive.

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

Oh phew, she has no idea what you're talking about. Looks like you won't have to worry about being punched in the face by a goddess today. Well...not yet, anyways. Plenty of time for you to say something else stupid and rude to the slimy elf.

"It's a long story. Anyways, this is the MagCave. It's where Magtok lives. I'm Magtok. You're giving off some really funky magical radiation stuff; am I going to get cancer if I stand here too long?"

Pfft, cancer. As if tumors mean anything to our cyborg, with his mortality rate as high as it is. In the time it'd take for malignant growth to kill him, he'll have been shot at least a dozen times, impaled thrice, carved up on nine separate occasions, and fragged to pieces with an explosive.

Ah.
Well, as far as I know, you don't get cancer from divine aura, so no.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

Magtok suddenly take a big step backwards when she mentions 'divine aura'. The Brightheart radiated healing energy back in the day, and it wasn't long before our evil genius figured out how to make a deadly cancer gun out of it. Let's not give her any ideas.

"Divine? So you're...I'm talking to Lolth, then?"

Funny, she doesn't seem very Lolthy. Where's the leather and bondage? The spiders? The smug, superior-pants attitude towards males? Hell, she hasn't even poisoned him once yet. If this is Lolth, Magtok is honestly kinda disappointed.

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

Magtok suddenly take a big step backwards when she mentions 'divine aura'. The Brightheart radiated healing energy back in the day, and it wasn't long before our evil genius figured out how to make a deadly cancer gun out of it. Let's not give her any ideas.

"Divine? So you're...I'm talking to Lolth, then?"

Funny, she doesn't seem very Lolthy. Where's the leather and bondage? The spiders? The smug, superior-pants attitude towards males? Hell, she hasn't even poisoned him once yet. If this is Lolth, Magtok is honestly kinda disappointed.

No. I'm Lyrina. I'm the recently ascended goddess of change, twilight, and chaos. I'm kinda trapped in my physical form, which is also trapped somewhere, otherwise I'd be here physically.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"I thought they only sealed ancient evil deities away in magical boxes," Magtok comments, regarding Not-Lolth with a suspicious frown and an elevated eyebrow. Maybe Lolth not looking or acting like Lolth is actually a trick! Even then, this still isn't quite as dastardly and convoluted as Lolth's reputation would imply.

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

"I thought they only sealed ancient evil deities away in magical boxes," Magtok comments, regarding Not-Lolth with a suspicious frown and an elevated eyebrow. Maybe Lolth not looking or acting like Lolth is actually a trick! Even then, this still isn't quite as dastardly and convoluted as Lolth's reputation would imply.

Apparently evil deities' followers like to do that to the non evil ones. Probably for the irony

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"First I'm hearing of it. Doesn't look like they did a very good job of trapping you either, all things considered. Seeing as you're-"

Magtok sticks his hand out towards the illusion's forehead, wondering what it would feel like to reach into that holy energy and poke the space where Lyrina's brain should be. Poke poke.

"...quasi-here, and all. Sorta. So is this an invitation to a quest, then? Have I been chosen by the totally-not-evil goddess of chaos and twilight to rescue her from her prison? Because if it is, you're barking up the wrong tree. There are people way more qualified, and the whole 'risk your life rescuing a princess and get a kiss on the cheek' thing really doesn't sound worth the trouble. No offense meant, I'm sure you're a nice enough lady, but I've got bills to pay. Plus, being the resident friendly neighborhood supervillain, it'd be pretty weird if I was un-kidnapping damsels left and right. I mean, I've already done it once now and even that was probably too much."

Magtok really doesn't want to wear women's clothing again if he can avoid it. :smallyuk:

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

"First I'm hearing of it. Doesn't look like they did a very good job of trapping you either, all things considered. Seeing as you're-"

Magtok sticks his hand out towards the illusion's forehead, wondering what it would feel like to reach into that holy energy and poke the space where Lyrina's brain should be. Poke poke.

"...quasi-here, and all. Sorta. So is this an invitation to a quest, then? Have I been chosen by the totally-not-evil goddess of chaos and twilight to rescue her from her prison? Because if it is, you're barking up the wrong tree. There are people way more qualified, and the whole 'risk your life rescuing a princess and get a kiss on the cheek' thing really doesn't sound worth the trouble. No offense meant, I'm sure you're a nice enough lady, but I've got bills to pay. Plus, being the resident friendly neighborhood supervillain, it'd be pretty weird if I was un-kidnapping damsels left and right. I mean, I've already done it once now and even that was probably too much."

Magtok really doesn't want to wear women's clothing again if he can avoid it. :smallyuk:

Just a lot of air and divine energy.
Yeah, they aren't very good, especially for Lolthian clerics.
No. As I said, I just want to learn about the Nexus.
And chaos isn't evil! Chaos causes change, as it's often different than what's normal: order. To create change, you must disrupt order.
By the way, if you ever want, I'd be glad to aid you in your job as friendly neighborhood supervillain.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"Enlisting the aid of goddesses is usually considered cheating," Magtok points out, as if that has ever stopped him from working with goddesses before. I think I can name at least three separate deific figures he was perfectly alright with conspiring alongside.

"But I suppose I could let you know if a project comes along. So recently deified, huh? How'd that work out? Is there like a big coronation ceremony? Do you choose your domains, the twilight, chaos, and change thing, or do they choose you? Do you need a certain number of followers to count, or is it all about raw magical power and the right incantations?"

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

"Enlisting the aid of goddesses is usually considered cheating," Magtok points out, as if that has ever stopped him from working with goddesses before. I think I can name at least three separate deific figures he was perfectly alright with conspiring alongside.

"But I suppose I could let you know if a project comes along. So recently deified, huh? How'd that work out? Is there like a big coronation ceremony? Do you choose your domains, the twilight, chaos, and change thing, or do they choose you? Do you need a certain number of followers to count, or is it all about raw magical power and the right incantations?"

They chose me when their previous owner was slain.
Lolth slew the god who owned my previous powers. He cast a spell to stop her from getting his powers, and apparently I was the lucky winner.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"So rather than going through all that same trouble all over again, trying to eat a deity, Lolth and her people decided to just shove you in a box and forget about you. That, or the box is supposed to be eaten by Lolth so she can absorb those powers she missed out on? Are you...you're not on some sort of magicky god dinnerplate, are you?"

Magtok can't help but imagine some twenty-foot drow woman that looks suspiciously like Ilpholin, who just shoves an entire dinnerplate with Lyrina on it into her hungry maw.

"Whatever, nevermind that. You said you were going to be alright, after all. Back to business, you said you were doing some touring, surveying your new domain and such? I have a list of places you should think about investigating. FHJ-46, the list of relevant locations, please!"

A Magbot runs in, and hands Magtok a sheet of paper with the names and addresses of various acronym organizations, taverns, and so on, which he promptly sticks to the outside of the door. He'd hand it to Lyrina, but she's not exactly very good at holding things with her hands right now, is she?

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

More of a case of "I don't know what the **** we should do so we're just gonna stick her in a box and give her to high priestesses".
Thank you.
She memorizes the list.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

Magtok takes the list down, and passes it back to the Magbot, who vanishes away inside once more.

"Right. So it wasn't even the goddess or the high priestesses who put you in the box. Are you sure you're a deity? Because that sounds...kinda weaksauce, honestly. Doesn't divinity come with magical laser beams of death to smite any lowly mortal who tries to do a thing like that?"

[Arkhosia]

Front Door

Magtok takes the list down, and passes it back to the Magbot, who vanishes away inside once more.

"Right. So it wasn't even the goddess or the high priestesses who put you in the box. Are you sure you're a deity? Because that sounds...kinda weaksauce, honestly. Doesn't divinity come with magical laser beams of death to smite any lowly mortal who tries to do a thing like that?"

Well, it just so happens that they caught me just after I ascended, like literally a couple seconds afterwards, so I didn't have time to use my powers. However, as we speak, my physical form is escaping.

[Lord Magtok]

Front Door

"I'll believe it when I see it," Magtok remarks, peering at the spot on his wrist where a watch would be, if he had one. I imagine the gesture doesn't quite have the same impact on people who don't come from civilizations with wristwatches.

[Terumitsu]

The Lime Room

Magtok seems distracted momentarily, humming along with a song some other clone is listening to, before quickly jumping back to reality before anyone starts snapping fingers in front of his face.

"Living in a powder keg and giving off...hrm? Oh right, blinding and burning. There's a fine line between appealing to my absurd ego and outright sycophancy, though."

"I suppose that line might be blurred across cultural backgrounds." Riss said with a mild shrug. "It might amuse to to say that often it would be the effigy and not the mannerism that would have prompted such a response from where I used to be. However, if that is a behavior you want discouraged, then I can remove that quality in the production model." she said, remaining almost suspiciously clinical about the situation to prevent her personal thoughts on the matter from being known... Or perhaps at least not allowing any unseen balance to be altered for whatever reason.

"At any rate, both of the things that remain are also weapons. One is specifically designed to strip away material protections and defenses while the other belies its design to be just another crass method of incineration albeit a very effective one." 'Ponytail' said as she gestured in turn to something that appeared to be a long, thin tuning fork the size of a longsword with a handle that was hooked up to a belt-mounted power source and then to something that Magtok might judge to be a railgun built using some sort of 'Tesla-esque' sci-fi technology. "Does either one seem particularly captivating, Sir?"


The Lime Room - Techno-Paladin

Aequitus takes a moment to look around for a chair before taking a seat if there is one. "How detailed would you like me to get? This can take anywhere from a few moments to explain to several hours, so it's up to you."


"I would assume that this will take some time to beguin with so perhaps I will be able to give you at least a few preliminary results at the end of a long story." Riss said, already entering some initial calibrations. "Be as detailed as you like although I'll warn you that I might ask more questions if some things aren't clear." she said, managing to make it seem like a playful sort of 'threat' seeing how she had already been questioning him quite a lot. It was hard not to be interested, though. It was new information presented in a rather compelling way, at least.

[happyturtle]

MagCave

A person knocks on the door. The person is completely unidentifiable due to the glasses he(?) is wearing. They look like fairly fashionable and expensive frames, but they carry the Clark Kent disguise power.

[Arkhosia]

Magcave
Very late at night
Tempest sneaks around the Magcave, trying to find an alternate route than the door in.

[Lord Magtok]

MagCave - Clark Kent

Oh fudge, anonymity. Someone is trying to hide something from Magtok. Is it DC? Reinholdt? Space Hitler? Who are they, and what are they doing here?! What does this maybe-possibly-stranger with an ambiguous gender want?!

"...Hello?"

Magtok opens the door and raises an eyebrow. He tries his best not to look too concerned, but this mild-mannered non-entity is definitely unnerving him. Maybe it's Riss or another MagClone, showing off a new toy?

MagCave Alternate Entrance => Billiards Room

Oh look, it's the garage. Normally this place would be closed off, but there was a snow storm recently, and a MagMobile was caught in the middle of it on the way back, so Magbots are hard at work, covering up the vehicle's tracks. They're so preoccupied with hiding evidence of a secret entrance from the world that they don't even notice someone sneaking around, trying to exploit the very same secret entrance. Plenty of cars, motorcycles, a jet, and even a few hovercraft around here, but last I checked Tempest hadn't stolen Maggy's keys, so she might as well keep moving.

Next is a billiards room. Or at least, that's what it looks like at first. As Tempest wanders around, she'll notice an entire bar stocked with booze on the other side of the large chamber, some barstools and chairs, and a few weathered arcade machines. There's Galmaga, Pac-Mag, an Agent Chrome-themed pinball machine, a fighter by the name of Riverside Rumble II: Turbo Edition, and a few dartboards with the faces of people Magtok doesn't like.

"Hi."

Oh yeah, and a robot bartender. Man, I probably should've mentioned him first, huh? Quick, Tempest! Do something! Run away or punch the robot in the mouth or whatever it is you do when this sort of thing happens!

[Arkhosia]

Billiards Room

Tempest sneaks into the Billiards room when suddenly, robot bartender!
She has other, more flashier ways if dealing with it...
Fireball to to face!

[happyturtle]

MagCave - Clark Kent

"Um, yeah. Magtok. Can we talk? It's about AMEN." The figure looks about shiftily, as if afraid of being seen talking to Magtok.

[Lord Magtok]

Billiards Room

"Gah!"

The Magbot bartender ducks! This probably isn't the best thing that could've happened, because instead of crashing into the robot, the fireball hits a whole rack of alcoholic beverages instead, and sets that on fire instead.

"Oh...oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. What did you do?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" The robot screeches, jumping over the counter and fleeing towards the nearest fire extinguisher. It won't be nearly enough to deal with this huge wall of flame, but it might just slow down the spread of fire long enough for other Magbots to show up with more fire extinguishing equipment.

As much as the bartender would like to try to detain Tempest, it's a little busy now, as you can see. Still, that doesn't stop a trio of Magbots with bobby hats from running in through the door Tempest came in from.

"HEY YOU!"

They don't look friendly. Run, Tempest, run!

MagCave - Clark Kent

The cyborg narrows his eyes.

"I'm not selling AMENite secrets to anyone. Especially not to anyone who won't even show their face."

Magtok, that was Moff's text color, not DC's. Wrong response.

"Oh, nevermind. Right, so AMEN? Last I checked, that wasn't my business anymore."

You say that, but last I checked, you were still dating their leader, attempting to represent one of them as an evil attorney, and collecting information on what they've been up to from Harley. If you're trying to distance yourself from the group, you're doing a really bad job of it, Magtok.

[Arkhosia]

Billiards Room

"Gah!"

The Magbot bartender ducks! This probably isn't the best thing that could've happened, because instead of crashing into the robot, the fireball hits a whole rack of alcoholic beverages instead, and sets that on fire instead.

"Oh...oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. What did you do?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" The robot screeches, jumping over the counter and fleeing towards the nearest fire extinguisher. It won't be nearly enough to deal with this huge wall of flame, but it might just slow down the spread of fire long enough for other Magbots to show up with more fire extinguishing equipment.

As much as the bartender would like to try to detain Tempest, it's a little busy now, as you can see. Still, that doesn't stop a trio of Magbots with bobby hats from running in through the door Tempest came in from.

"HEY YOU!"

They don't look friendly. Run, Tempest, run!

MagCave - Clark Kent

The cyborg narrows his eyes.

"I'm not selling AMENite secrets to anyone. Especially not to anyone who won't even show their face."

Magtok, that was Moff's text color, not DC's. Wrong response.

"Oh, nevermind. Right, so AMEN? Last I checked, that wasn't my business anymore."

You say that, but last I checked, you were still dating their leader, attempting to represent one of them as an evil attorney, and collecting information on what they've been up to from Harley. If you're trying to distance yourself from the group, you're doing a really bad job of it, Magtok.

Tempest flings fire at the trio before attempting to propel herself either through a different entrance, a up a stairway, or to do a flying kick through a door unless it's steel, in which she'll try to blowtorch a hole in it to go through.
Basically, she's going to try and get out of the bar

[happyturtle]

Clark Kent

"Just let me in. I can't talk about this out in the open!" CK says, clearly anxious.

[Lord Magtok]

Clark Kent

"Fine." Magtok reaches out for ObviouslyMoffBecauseWhoElseCouldItBe's arm, and tries to pull the loathsome wretch inside. Approximately thirteen armed Magbots that weren't visible from the doorstep suddenly have to do their best to look casual and pretend they weren't under orders to open fire at a moment's notice.

Billiards Room => The Hall of Things

Hey, have you ever wondered where things go after Magtok puts them into his pocket? Where he pulls these things out of, when it's blatantly obvious he couldn't possibly fit so much in his robe? No, of course you haven't. He's not your character, only I would ever waste time thinking about anything so irrelevant and utterly inconsequential.

Well the answer, whether or not you cared to know, is here. This is where all the stuff goes. This massive hallway, about nine feet wide, thirty feet high, and sixty feet long, is nothing but cubbies (http://edufurniture.com/images/catalog/category53.jpg). Little square boxes everywhere, as far as the eye can see, just loaded with stuff. There's no rhyme or reason to it all, either. Nothing's alphabetized, items that have the same color scheme or purpose could be yards away from each other, and the items aren't even labeled. In fact, the only pattern I can seem to find is that all the really shiny stuff is way up at the top where people who can't fly would have to take a very dangerous climb up to reach, but that could just be a weird coincidence, and not an actual safety measure.

[Arkhosia]

Hall of Things

Tempest propels herself to the top of the cubbies, and grabs as much shiny stuff as she can and stuffs them into her pockets and Hammerspace as she runs

[happyturtle]

Clark Kent

Once inside, Clark Kent removes his glasses to reveal - a Moff. Not Mechanical Jaw Moff, who was the one who tried to assassinate Magtok, but another, generic, possibly rogue, Moff.

"Listen, Magtok. You have to come back," he says. Nay, pleads.

[Lord Magtok]

Hall of Things

"You're making a mistake, you know."

A chrome hand reaches out of one of the cubbies, and attempts to seize Tempest by the ankle, sometime after she's already grabbed three diamonds, a magical watch on a chain, and large crystal egg.

Clark Kent

"I can't think of one good reason why I should do that," the cyborg shakes his head, clearly of another opinion on the matter.

Lime Room Thing I Missed

"Mostly it's having both things at once that makes it seem a little much. A lot of the old statues of me got broken in the fight with Excelsior, though."

Also, Magtok just loves looking at himself.

"They both sound interesting, but if I'm being entirely honest, the defenses one would probably be infinitely more useful. How does that one function?"

[Arkhosia]

Hall of Things

"You're making a mistake, you know."

A chrome hand reaches out of one of the cubbies, and attempts to seize Tempest by the ankle, sometime after she's already grabbed three diamonds, a magical watch on a chain, and large crystal egg.

Clark Kent

"I can't think of one good reason why I should do that," the cyborg shakes his head, clearly of another opinion on the matter.

Lime Room Thing I Missed

"Mostly it's having both things at once that makes it seem a little much. A lot of the old statues of me got broken in the fight with Excelsior, though."

Also, Magtok just loves looking at himself.

Tempest is grabbed!
Oh, really now? All I know is that I'm making a profit!
She replies as she attempts to melt the hand via a fire blast

[happyturtle]

Moff Kent

Moff hands Magtok his phone, which is playing a fuzzy recording of this scene (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=16609571#post16609571).

He can't see MJ Moff because the camera is actually built into the mechanical jaw. That also throws the angles off way more than an eye camera would. All that talking. Really, a jaw camera is a terrible idea. Magtok might get a glimpse that tells him one of the new members is very tall and another very perky, but no really actionable intelligence.

The voice recording though - that's the really damning information.

[Lord Magtok]

Tempest Troubles

"I'm trying to be nice. Medical bills are expensive."

The hand attempts to tighten its grip and abruptly snap poor Tempest's ankle as the sound of fire fills the air. She's free to try to set the hand and her own foot on fire, but I don't know if that's such a hot (:smalltongue:) idea.


Moff Kent

The cyborg sighs, and hands the phone right back to Moff about three-fourths of the way through. Ugh, newbies. Just when he thought he'd seen the lowest, most disgraceful bunch of rookies to walk the Nexus, Moff goes and shows him even more foolish fools.

"This is...this really very emotional stuff, but I don't know how this is supposed to make me want to go back, Moff. It's not even anything new, either. Incompetence is nothing we haven't seen, not with Becky and Clarissa and the other wretches. Harley was right, I have absolutely no confidence in any of the other AMENites. Never did. Despite all the work I'd done, the feeling was reciprocated, too."

The doorway swings back open, and Magtok points it out, on the off-chance Moff somehow failed to notice the noisy whooshing sound implying that he should leave.

"I'm better without AMEN, Moff. I'm sure I've done a lot for the group, and there's plenty I could still give, but it never did **** for me in return, and it's abundantly clear that it never will. I've known this for a long time, but never acted on it, because...well, **** if I know why, but I didn't. That doesn't matter, though, because I've fixed all of that now. I'm free, Moff. AMEN will never take another droplet of my blood again."

It's obvious Magtok is plenty conflicted about this, and a part of him desperately wants some legitimate excuse to go running back to the Association, but that cold, petty, decidedly unsentimental part of him has vetoed any and all thoughts of returning to villainous organization. They wanted him out, so he left. Now they can rot in hell for their arrogance and ingratitude.

[Arkhosia]

Tempest Tries Taking Things!

Tempest's ankle is snapped, causing her to cry out in pain instead, then fall and collide on the top of the cubbies.
Due to this, she is currently dazed from the pain and cannot really react.

[happyturtle]

Moff Kent

"But look! That new person, Arkhosia! And Harley! They're both enthusiastic. It's so close - you'd be the one to tilt the balance!"

He blatantly ignores the swooshing door.

"Okay, yes, MJ Moff tried to kill you. And some of the other Moffs are still of his way of thinking. But some of us are willing to swallow our pride and bring you back. Heck, some of us never wanted you gone. It may never have come to an open breach if there hadn't been a new dancer at Yay Men that day!"

"Listen, Magtok. I can get you in, right behind MJ, dagger ready to stab him in the kidney, if you need revenge. What do you say?"

[Lord Magtok]

Tempest Tossed

"You only got this far because I was bored, you know. Because I wanted to know exactly what you were up to and didn't want to ruin the fun by stopping you prematurely. You knew that, didn't you? I mean, you didn't really think you got this far on your own merits, did you? The jig is up, thief. Drop the loot, or I drop you."

Magtok looses his grip on the ankle slightly to make his point. It's a long way down.

Moff Kent

Magtok screws his eyes shut and breathes, trying to craft the right response. The temperature inside drops as he does so, frigid mountain air flowing in from outside to rush the proceedings and make the both of them vaguely uncomfortable.

"I don't know. Can I have more time to think about it? Everything's complicated right now, DC has a superweapon that could kill me, the MagCave's a mess, I'm trying to resurrect a death goddess by murdering other deities and using their power..."

There's that whole business with Harley, too. It's one thing to date her as an outsider, a former member of AMEN, but reclaim your membership and suddenly things are a lot more complicated, and maybe just a little too reminiscent of Ilpholin's term as leader.

[Arkhosia]

Tempest Tossed

"You only got this far because I was bored, you know. Because I wanted to know exactly what you were up to and didn't want to ruin the fun by stopping you prematurely. You knew that, didn't you? I mean, you didn't really think you got this far on your own merits, did you? The jig is up, thief. Drop the loot, or I drop you."

Magtok looses his grip on the ankle slightly to make his point. It's a long way down.

Moff Kent

Magtok screws his eyes shut and breathes, trying to craft the right response. The temperature inside drops as he does so, frigid mountain air flowing in from outside to rush the proceedings and make the both of them vaguely uncomfortable.

"I don't know. Can I have more time to think about it? Everything's complicated right now, DC has a superweapon that could kill me, the MagCave's a mess, I'm trying to resurrect a death goddess by murdering other deities and using their power..."

There's that whole business with Harley, too. It's one thing to date her as an outsider, a former member of AMEN, but reclaim your membership and suddenly things are a lot more complicated, and maybe just a little too reminiscent of Ilpholin's term as leader.

Tempest sighs.
Fine.
She removes the loot from her pockets and puts it on the cubbies.

[happyturtle]

Moff Kent

Moff sighs. "I guess. When you're ready to let me know, you can call...." He suddenly brightens. "Oooh, I know. You can leave a coded message on the Wall, and I'll sneak over again. Something like 'The **** crows at midnight!' That's way better than a phone call."

[Lord Magtok]

Moff Kent

Magtok has to try very hard not to say something about phalluses and Moff's unswerving focus on them. There's a fair chance he was actually talking about roosters and Maggy just assumed the worst, so let's not offer Moff that opening by criticizing the AMENite's choice of words.

"Fine, but it needs a reply to go with it, so I know you're the right Moff, and not one of underbite's followers. 'The Big Cheese gets his at low tide', maybe?"

Tempest's Troubles with Treasure

"I'm giving you exactly one chance to get out of this alive, thief. Listen closely, you don't want to ruin this."

That hand on her ankle holds firm once more, careful not to risk letting go and dropping the stranger on her head.

"I'm going to pull you through this cubby, and through a portal, okay? You're going to pop out of a hat miles away like the bunny in that lame magic trick we've all seen before. After that, you're going to bow like a good little magician's assistant, hobble away, and never come by here again. I'll even let you keep that horrible alien baby monster egg you were so intent on taking off my hands."

I dunno, sounds like a pretty lame deal to me. Also, if those cubbies lead somewhere, why not just flee through one of those?

[Arkhosia]

Moff Kent

Magtok has to try very hard not to say something about phalluses and Moff's unswerving focus on them. There's a fair chance he was actually talking about roosters and Maggy just assumed the worst, so let's not offer Moff that opening by criticizing the AMENite's choice of words.

"Fine, but it needs a reply to go with it, so I know you're the right Moff, and not one of underbite's followers. 'The Big Cheese gets his at low tide', maybe?"

Tempest's Troubles with Treasure

"I'm giving you exactly one chance to get out of this alive, thief. Listen closely, you don't want to ruin this."

That hand on her ankle holds firm once more, careful not to risk letting go and dropping the stranger on her head.

"I'm going to pull you through this cubby, and through a portal, okay? You're going to pop out of a hat miles away like the bunny in that lame magic trick we've all seen before. After that, you're going to bow like a good little magician's assistant, hobble away, and never come by here again. I'll even let you keep that horrible alien baby monster egg you were so intent on taking off my hands."

I dunno, sounds like a pretty lame deal to me. Also, if those cubbies lead somewhere, why not just flee through one of those?

Deal.
Tempest has something in store for Magtok.

[happyturtle]

Moff Kent

"Something about cheese. Right. Hopefully my player will remember that." Moff Kent says. He puts his glasses back on, becoming Mr Generic again, and turns to leave. Probably time for Magtok to get anything else in before he goes.

[Lord Magtok]

Moff Kent

Magtok bows his head, shaking it slowly as he tries to make sense of this. If he goes back, nothing will be changed. Most of AMEN still won't respect him, he shouldn't expect any help with his personal problems with DC and WATCH, and relations with Remnant will certainly be strained by his renewed membership. It might make things less awkward with Harley, but just as likely to be met with crushing disappointment from Happy, Sunny, and-

"**** it. The **** crows at midnight."

Well! It looks like you've made up your mind, then! That didn't take long, did it, Lord Magtok? Y'know, between you and me, I knew this whole hero thing couldn't last. Reina, now she had a decent shot at redemption; she could always distance herself from the other Reins and their actions if she had to. You, though? **** man, you never even had a chance, that morality shift was doomed from the start. Oh wow, when Intrepid finds out about this...

Tempest Teleports!

"Okay, just a second..."

Magtok pulls Tempest through!

[Arkhosia]

And For My Next Trick...

Tempest doesn't resist.

[happyturtle]

Moff Kent

"Woohoo! A high tide raises all cheese!" Moff cheers. "How do you want to make your entrance? I can get you in wherever you want." At the price of having to travel via the Yellow Road. Magtok might prefer just to be let in via the delivery entrance. :smalltongue:


Brain Surgery

Oh right. Sunny. I suppose about this time, Sunny awakes. Presumably part or all of her head had to be shaved to implant the chip, and heaven knows how much of the brain had to be prodded at to create the interface. "Mphflmgrgh."

[Lord Magtok]

Brain Surgery

Magtok tried to keep the shaving to a minimum. Don't want anyone thinking he's trying to turn her into another Magtok, especially since he's got his fingers all up in her gray matter and such. "Sunny, you waking up? We're done."

Moff Kent

"Yellow Road, with my shoes on his skull."

Oh no, Magtok's in one of those moods. He won't settle for anything less than the most spectacularly stupid and suicidal entrance possible. :smallyuk:

[Lost_Deep]

The Back Door

The Magcave has a back door, whose presence was once divulged to a particular businessman in confidence. There is someone at this door now, who is not that businessman. However, it is someone who Magtok might recognize. Jade Allime, a member of The Discerning Eye... accompanied by a pair of men in full plate armor. Jade eyes the back door, pulling her stylish but warm coat around her, looking for some kind of call button.

[happyturtle]

Moff Kent

Moff :biggrin:'s and opens the portal. He'll give Magtok time to get whatever accessories he might need, and drag him in.

To AMEN!

[Lord Magtok]

Moff Kent

To AMEN!

Back Door => Throne Room

Unlike that garage entrance Tempest took, this way into the MagCave is considerably less ugly, oil-stained, and smelly. Instead, it just seems sort of gaudy and vain instead. Multiple oil paintings of Magtok line the walls, the floor is covered by a thick, eggplant-purple carpet, and it all leads up to a large chamber with an enormous throne with far too many wires, glowing LED lights, and roaring fires.

"Ah, Ms. Allime. I was just wondering if you were still alive. What brings you all the way out here?"

Magtok is, of course, slouching on that throne, glancing out towards Jade and her friends from the corner of one eye when not staring up in a Hamlet-esque fashion at the robo-skull in his hand.

[Lost_Deep]

Throne Room

"Is there a member of... well, you that goes by the name of 'Mindtok'? He found his way into a place that people are not supposed to be, and this is causing some worry among some friends of mine," Jade says simply, "I was wondering if you had anything to say about that before there was any... conclusion jumping."