Re: We Are One 2.0

by Edon Mon Oct 19, 2009 9:30 pm

As another statue joined the fray Centurion began to realize they were almost to the central building. Ruhe had just finished toying with the prisoners in his own unique (and dangerous) way as the crowd finally broke in front of the double doors leading to the tower. A majority of the orange-clad prisoners were making a break for the other cell blocks, though there were still a few lingering inmates looking for a fight. Centurion was glad to give them the fight they so desperately wanted as he floored one man and then sent a bolt of electricity in to his companion. A small opening formed in the ever shrinking crowd and Centurion made a motion for the SWAT members to widen it. As they rushed ahead, shooting and bashing their way, Centurion turned about to survey the rest of the battlefield.

Countless bruised or bleeding inmates strewn across the ground, and two lumbering statues still pounding away at any inmate that wasn't already booking it out of there. There are only about thirty or so inmates on their feet that weren't too keen on leaving. Of that number only one or two was armed with a stick or club. The group seemed oddly determined however and hellbent on slowing down the SWAT and their hero escort from reaching the central building.

Further along the ways towards Cell Block D behind the statues was what appeared to be a police officer, though their uniform seemed a few sizes too small. His heart beat a little faster, the unknown arrival only a few yards away.
"You there, what you doing here?!" He shouted, pointing a finger at the man. A gesture he realized was somewhat frightening given the nature of his powers. But he held the pose regardless. His mind raced with assumptions and accusations, unsure of who the newcomer could possibly be. Though his face was hidden under his visor his voice cut through the air sharply. Even on the best of days Centurion was a bit put off by surprises and being in the middle of prison riot didn't exactly help.

by Gunneh Wed Oct 21, 2009 1:53 am

"Oh look, a ghost," Hatter said, chuckling lightly. He cast a glance over his shoulder at Fiere and smiled. "Make yourself all see-through and such, then get behind him." He focused his gaze on Maddie then. "Cover him as best you can. Try to force him towards me if at all possible and don't let up: He might be untouchable, but I want to make him work for every step he takes nonetheless."

Won't do much good if you can't touch him, Hatter Thomas piped up. You did say that he was untouchable. Remember?

"Shut up, Thomas," Hatter said aloud. "I'll deal with the inconsistencies of my absentminded ramblings when we come to that particular bit of time." His gaze finally rested upon the man approaching them and the grin widened. He'd always loved a good challenge, but this one actually prove too much for him. Wait, what the hell was he thinking? There was no challenge too difficult for the Mad Hatter! He chuckled and pulled the hat off of his head, somehow pulling a nearly four foot long ornate black and silver cane. He placed the hat atop his head once more, making sure to avoid the razor sharp trim along the brim of his hat, and spun the cane in his hands several times before bringing it down hard against the pavement.

"To be entirely honest," he said, his gaze never leaving the ghostly man, "I do believe that I've seen better fireworks come from a cadre of pyromaniacs with Downs Syndrome." He steps were jaunty and light, though the silver cap that ended the cane clicked loudly against the pavement with every step. "Of course, I can only expect so much from someone who can't even touch the C4, I'm guessing, to give that extra, ignore the pun, boom."

With that, he brought his up and across his shoulders as a signal for Maddie and Fiere to make their move. "I'll have to admit, though, the whole intangibility thing is a cool trick."

by Guest Thu Oct 22, 2009 7:54 pm

The Old man, the Phantom heard the challenge and his face contorted into a sneering grimace. One of his hands reached down and pulled something from his side. It was long and seemed to flicker in and out of existence. He even laughed a little to himself. The fool thought he was unable to do anything. This fool was wrong. After all difficult did not mean impossible. He looked at the strange sword he had pulled from nowhere again. It had stopped flickering and held it's real shape in his hand. "Perhaps I can have direct physical effect here." he muttered to himself.

He concentrated and everything seemed to stop or at least slow down so much so that everyone seemed to be moving in molasses or else something thicker than molasses. Hatter's slow walk had almost ceased to exist and Phantom moved quickly so that he was positioned beside Hatter. The phantom then allowed time to move back to it's normal pace and slashed viciously downward with the sword. After he struck he faded out back into his normal state again and simply began to walk away from hatter and the others. After all his purpose was to distract and disorient. They wouldn't know what to do about him at this time.

Then he realized he had forgotten something. Never leave without a good last insult he reminded himself. It was an old part of the super villain hand book. He turned again and yelled back towards the comic trio who had emerged from the car. "You all can't even touch me. But I can find you. You will burn or die in some way mark my words." He noted upon further reflection that that was a rather lame insult but it would have to do for the moment. He didn't have anything better now.

He then simply began to walk away again.

by MoiraofWords Thu Nov 05, 2009 11:09 pm

With the other policemen, Chester turned to see who the Centurion was pointing at. It made no sense for him to be pointed at, he was just like the other policemen, except in a slightly tighter uniform. In fact, the best policy was to ignore the Centurion and pretend that the man was pointing at someone behind him.

With a quick pivot of the feet, the Animator looked behind him at the closest policemen who was scared and shocked. But he needed a back up plan, just in case. The toy that was creating the commotion before was safely stashed in his back pack, along with his regular clothes. And they weren't too far away.

With a mental signal, the toy reactivated in his bag, spinning carelessly into the container of the blood, breaking it open. The specially made blood seeped into the bag and clothes, and the toy spread out the sigil on the objects with its motions. With another thought, the objects were awakened.

The backpack unzipped, allowing the clothing to unfold out of it. They rose and shook, shaking away the wrinkles. The shirt was connected by threads to the pants, and they started moving towards the policemen.

Within moments, they were running by for everyone to see, and then slowly edging away. If that wasn't a distraction, then Chester didn't know what was. But he shouldn't have had to do that, as there was no particular reason for anyone to notice him. But it was better to hedge your bets, rather than be caught completely unaware.

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