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Post by Nat on Aug 12, 2018 14:51:07 GMT
Natalie ignored Giorgio’s trivial question. She wasn’t particularly worried about Headphones - Drinkwater didn’t seem like such a hardheaded teacher after all - and besides, she wasn’t about to engage in small talk with someone whose very face elicited an urge to punch things from her. She was still irked at having Lightning taken away from her just to save Giorgio’s petty and selfish self-esteem, but she had to bite the bullet for the sake of the mission.
‘At least convincing Spike will be a piece of cake.’ Natalie fiddled with a button on her jacket and acknowledged Derek and Simon briefly. She wasn’t aware of what the UN had been up to yesterday, so she wasn’t nearly as worried about the prospect of running into any of them. The machines sounded like trouble, but she believed she could avoid them if she tried.
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Post by siegwardofcatarina on Aug 12, 2018 15:23:42 GMT
"No need to worry Alex. We knew about this mission ahead of time, there was ample time to get rid of all the incriminating...." Derek went silent as he realized what Alex had done. He planted his palm on his face in frustration. "Just...just take care of that student team. One more thing, it's imperative for the mission that no one finds out that the mechs in the theater are the real deal. You don't need to worry about my mech, it's just a piece of construction equipment without me. Although, you might be forced to sabotage the play to prevent anyone from finding out. If no one else has anything to add let's get a move on. At least, we don't have to worry about Colm today."
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Post by dad on Aug 12, 2018 18:20:25 GMT
After the rebels had grouped up and discussed their findings, they eventually split up after seeing the giant clock located in the middle of the campus. Class was about to start and no doubt the janitors had new tasks ahead of them. The students arrived on time, taking their seats as they scanned their classroom in search for those who would participate in the play. Spike was there, his eyes filled with enthusiasm as he fidgeted, probably waiting for class to end so that he could leave for the theater already. Tomato was busy taking selfies or her, texting some dumb #atschool bullshit while Headphones kept playing droning noises through her namesake. So she was fine it seemed, although the others didn't quite know if she had been somehow punished or not. Would she still be able to participate in the play? Meanwhile, the last student was scribbling demonic writings on his desk yet again. The guy called Bill...No wait, it was another kind of forgettable name. Bob or something? Either way, the group didn't particularly care for him due to the creepy aura that emanated from him along with his weird behavior and opinions.
The splashing of water could be heard as Drinkwater soon entered the class, his suit soggy and wet as usual. Thankfully he hadn't dragged a gigantic fish with him this time, however, he had brought someone else instead. A tall man entered the classroom. They were clad entirely in leather, having a leather coat, leather pants and leather boots. However, this seemed to be some sort of uniform, at least that's what everyone could discern upon observing the coat. A gold badge was attached to his coat along with a leather patch that said MARS POLICE. So, they were a police officer? A humble protector and servant to the Martian community? Well, that's what the uniform tried to say, but the face of its wearer was quite...Suspicious. Prominent eyebrows and sharp black eyes stared at the students, sizing them up while the man rubbed their sharp and pointy goatee. Even worse was their twirly mustache, commonly worn by evil and heartless men who put women on train tracks for their amusement. The hair was also particularly vicious, it pointing only upwards and making it look as if the cop was some sort of horned demon. Their entire appearance definitely screamed 'shady' or 'despicable'. Plus, they had some sort of bag in hand. Something to show to the kids?
"Morning, class!" Drinkwater broke the silence. "I've already marked your tests and they went...Okay, I guess." He waved a hand around. They probably sucked overall, but the fact that the rebels hadn't been notified of anything regarding the play probably meant that they had passed. "But before I show you them, let me introduce you to mister Ralph Reichmann!" He said, pointing at the police officer. "You all know that the school festival is happening soon and I know that you're all excited for it, but since things have gotten quite hectic now with the rebellion and all we've decided to reinforce our school's security." Drinkwater revealed. Security? They were probably worried about a possible rebel attack, since the school was officially an ally of the UN due to how much the two benefited from each other. It wasn't something that the rebels would do, since shooting up a school wouldn't help them in any way, but it was understandable why they were worried. "So we've asked help from the UN and the Mars Police Force in order to make sure that the festival can proceed smoothly. But that's enough from me, I'll let Mr. Reichmann take over!"
Reichmann coughed a bit, readying himself as he stepped forward. "Morning, kids! I trust that you've all been good and done your homework for today? Haha!" He laughed. It was obvious he was trying too hard to seem amicable. "As you can see, I'm a police officer ready to protect and serve! I know all about your little festival and I would hate to see it get interrupted by some rebel punk. Therefore, in cooperation with the UN, Mars Police Force has developed a bunch of new gizmos and systems to keep the peace around this planet!" He proudly declared, raising his arm in order to hype up the others (and failing) before opening the bag in his arms. "Of course, people here have no idea that I'm actually a UN spy from Earth. I infiltrated the Mars police in order to manipulate it from the inside, man those guys are a bunch of fools!"
"Behold!" Reichmann said in a campy tone as he took out some sort of white and black robot from the bag. The color reminded the kids of a police car, especially since it had a red cone on its head, but it seemed to be more of a drone than anything: A white orb with a yellow lens on it, presumably its eye, was the core of the drone. The rest was black armor padding along with two white and tiny arms that had 3 fingers each. "This is the newest kind of mech that the UN has developed: A miniature anti-personnel mech! I call it the MPF Pursuit Chaser! This baby can travel at the speed of 80 KM/H thanks to the hovering device installed underneath it. For all of you Stand users, that would be something akin to a B in Speed if we're using the Mars Stand Rating System!" He was surprisingly detailed on the robot's capabilities. "But don't be scared just 'cause it's a mech. This thing isn't actually that dangerous: Its only weapons are these taser fingers located right here..." Reichmann tapped the robot's fingers before suddenly convulsing. "Aaaarghggghhgh...Ha! Just kidding! This thing is off so it can't really hurt anyone right now." He said in a cringy attempt to make the kids smile. "Of course, the shock's intensity can be increased remotely, to the point that it can become quite lethal, heheheh..."
"Now, I've talked a lot about how the MPF Pursuit Chaser is supposed to fight the baddies, but there's something else I haven't addressed. How can you pilot such a small mech, am I right? Well...You don't! The MPF Pursuit Chaser comes with its own (prototype) AI that can automatically localize threats for you! I know what you're all thinking...'But Mr. Reichmann! What if the AI makes a mistake and attacks an innocent citizen?'. Well, that has a zero-point-zero chance of happening! Every Pursuit Chaser also stores the entire Mars prison database, meaning that you won't have to worry if you're not in that database! It recognizes people through three scans: A face scan, an eye scan and a fingerprint scan. Of course, it is still possible for you to look slightly similar to some dangerous criminal out there, but the Pursuit Chaser will calculate the amount of similarities you have with the criminal in question! If it finds your appearance suspicious, it will just send a message to whoever is controlling it and warn them about a possible criminal lurking nearby. Plus, all of the MPF Pursuit Chasers constantly transmit their video feed to whatever security system they are attached to or in this case, me and my remote!" Reichmann then took out a rather tiny device from his bag. It resembled a mobile phone, but when he turned it on the Pursuit Chaser suddenly sprung to life! It hovered around, watching patiently as Reichmann showed the remote's screen to the students.
It had been segmented into grids, most of the grids displaying static while one of them showed the feed that Pursuit Chaser was seeing aka the students in the classroom. "See? The power or proper security is at the touch of my fingertips! With this, security cameras, tripwires, noise detectors...They are all obsolete! The MPF Pursuit Chaser is the ultimate security mech on this planet!" Reichmann proudly declared as he tapped his remote and took the drone around for a spin. It hovered around the classroom for a while, looking at the kids before suddenly stopping next to....Simon?!
"FACE SCAN...COMPLETE. SIMILARITY TO POTENTIAL THREAT: 57%" The robot ominously declared while floating next to him. Simon was sure that he was no criminal, at least until Reichmann started shilling his devices yet again.
"Oh, by the way, the MPF Pursuit Chaser also stores a database containing all images and videos that have been taken during fights involved UN soldiers and the rebels! The data is not fully accurate and still in a prototype stage, but the AI of a Pursuit Chaser can technically even tell who is a rebel and who isn't! Theoretically, at least..." Reichmann muttered before seeing that the Pursuit Chaser had stopped moving. He marched forward, Simon shivering as he thought about a way to escape. Was he going to get caught like that? However, Reichmann simply observed the robot and then looked at this remote. "57% similarity to a...rebel?" He said, suspiciously eyeing Simon before chuckling and patting his head. "Hahahaha! Guess we got a rebel in the making! Sorry if I scared you, kid. This robot is still a prototype, you know? Don't worry, you're in the clear." He said, tapping Simon's shoulder as he left. For a prototype, it had almost discovered Simon's identity...Which terrified him.
"By the way! Believe it or not, the MPF Pursuit Chaser is not the only new device that we've developed in cooperation with the UN! Unfortunately, all of the other devices are classified and not to be deployed for the festival. However, we are considering storing them here anyways in case they are necessary for a large scale assault. You never know when a rebel might knock on your door, am I right? Heheh..." Reichmann laughed. "Anyways, Pursuit Chasers will constantly be patrolling the school from now on, so don't panic if you see one: They are your new guardians after all! In case you see anything suspicious or weird, make sure to report it to your local Pursuit Chaser!" He ordered before looking back at Drinkwater. "Professor! I think it's time for you to do your job while I go and do mine." He said, nodding at the students afterwards. "Thanks for listening to me, kids! You've been a wonderful audience." After that, Reichmann left, his drone following him afterwards.
"And now it's time for my true mission...Track down Colm Ciosog. They don't call me 'The Hound' for nothing..."
Meanwhile, class was over in a few hours. It had been a rather uneventful day for most students, save for the drones now patrolling the school. However, for the rebels, this was quite terrible. Not only were the drones smart enough to almost catch them, but the fact that they had been co-developed with the UN made it very likely that they probably knew how Colm looked! The mad scientist was still in the theater, messing around with the mechs and using them as his personal playthings. Plus, they still had to find the fuel and deal with the play!
"Alright, first comes lunch..." Spike muttered in class. "And then comes the theater! I expect to see you two there this time around!" He growled, pointing at Bob and Headphones before leaving for the cafeteria. Tomato, Headphones and Bob remained in class for a while longer, tidying up their desks as they thought about what to eat. The day was starting, but the rebels didn't know if they were ready or if Colm was safe. Should they just skip lunch and head to the theater immediately? No, it would be awfully suspicious, especially for nosy people like Tomato and Headphones. Well, they had to do something!
Derek and Alex had spent the entire day cleaning, nothing useful or interesting coming their way. The duo had already planned to access the fabled 'Storage' room in the morning, but after a convoluted and intense sneaking session, they had entered the room only to find it empty. The only things left were empty crates and cabinets. Had Rene and Lene unpacked the contents of the room last night? Either way, they were getting desperate now. The play would occur in a few days and they had to find the other portions of fuel before the UN soldiers could snatch them. After realizing that they were spending more time being actual janitors than rebels, they decided to regroup back at the theater in order to get assistance from the students. They would just pretend that they were cleaning the theater for now. Colm was also inside the theater and leaving him alone was probably a bad idea.
Speaking of Colm, the living TV was currently messing with Alex's mech for some reason, in fact he even stopped Alex from approaching it due to him being so obsessed with editing it right now. Alex had no idea what the madman was doing, in fact he was quite worried, especially since Colm insisted on repairing mechs in private and only while they were covered by a curtain or something. Apparently he didn't like showing off 'naked' mechs.
"TA-DA! IT IS DONE!" Colm said, wiping sweat off his screen as he removed the curtains and showed the new and improved Monolith....It was just a giant hand. Nothing else. No legs, no cockpit, nothing....Just a giant hand. "I THOUGHT THE MULTIPLE HAND AND ARMS IDEA WAS PRETTY COOL, BUT IT MIGHT ALSO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, YOU KNOW? THEY COULD GET STUCK IN WIRES AND TUBES AND ALL...SO WHY NOT JUST MAKE IT ONE BIG FAT HAND! IT'S THE MOST EFFICIENT EXECUTION OF THE SAME CONCEPT!" Colm explained, walking towards Alex and raising his hand. "C'MON, MAN! HIGH-FIVE!"
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Post by siegwardofcatarina on Aug 12, 2018 18:35:40 GMT
The situation was quickly becoming terrible for Derek. They had been delayed in getting to the storage room, but by the time they had arrived the room was completely empty. The rebels could be exposed any second now and they had no idea what security defenses the UN even had. With no choice, Derek and Alex went to the theater to regroup with the others. To Derek's great displeasure, Colm was there.
"Colm. Why the fuck are you still in the school?" Derek angrily asked the TV-headed man. "Did no one sneak you out?"
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Aug 12, 2018 18:44:56 GMT
The day didn’t go much according to the plan of rebels. The storage room was empty, nothing of value could be found, and he was barred access from the mecha by that scientist Colm, who was very giddy about something. And that something... Well, something snapped in the giant’s brain. His appearance took on a menacing turn, the glare that was sent to the scientist could destroy Earth, if such power was possible. The arms twitched and crackled with newly installed machinery. One could even see crackles of electricity running along it. Taking a deep breath, Alex grabbed Colm by the edges of the TV.
“You... YOU IMBECILE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY PRECIOUS MONOLIT? THIS... It is not practical in combat, or travel, or any other means! In this state it is useless! Gah!” At this point, Alex smacked the TV on the back, with prominent force behind it. “Listen now, Bill Nye the Science Guy, you will give my dear its’ true form back! With 40 arms, the UFO-ish body, and the legs too! There were no loose wires or tubes tangling there! I was checking it for days, you Artifical Idiot!”
The arms lit up, as Cryoshell gathered around them.
“Fix it. Put it back together. Or else I will break every single circuit in your metallic body, fix you, do it again, and again, and again, and then put you in a potato battery. And then boil you. Do you understand, Scientist?”
With every word, Alex pounded Colm. Each strike destined to be felt, understood, and to hurt.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Aug 12, 2018 19:24:26 GMT
Simon and the other students made their way inside the school, finding Drinkwater's classroom along with the usual suspects inside. Thankfully Headphones didn't seem particularly fazed, and Bill...no. Bob, that's what it was, was back to his typical...weird...creepy self.
Along with them were Spike and Tomato, the latter of which Simon tried to maintain as little contact with as possible.
Class eventually started, Drinkwater bringing in some suspicious looking individual who unveiled his latest contraption: Police Drones. Sort of.
This must be what Derek and Alex had mentioned, the drone flying anout the classroom before settling...ON HIM?!
Simon stood perfectly skill, breath held in his chest as the drone scans his face. 57%!? Simon shook like a leaf, his eyes wide beyond belief as the man studies him intently. He was sure that their cover would be blown in one fell swoop, they'd be killed on the spot or...or...
The man laughs in his face instead of hauling him away, poking fun at the more than halfway match with the UNs data. That put their actual data on them into considerable question if it didn't identify him immediately, but he wasn't complaining. The boy just nods his head, his whole body still shaking from the close encounter, though the classroom would just assume that was his normal behavior based on the past 2 days.
"Y-y-yeah..."
Class continues on in the usual fashion, lunch ringing in and leaving the Rebels with the three students. Simon for sure didnt want to speak to Tomato, and he didn't want to draw attention and just rush to the theater. So, he figured some small talk would allow him and the others to blend in; plus, he was hoping to thank Headphones from yesterday. Even if she probably knew why they were there...
"Uh...h-hey, I just, um, wanted to...th-thank you, for everything yest-terday, it was...really um...cool of you..." Simon makes sure to wave at Bob, not wanting to exclude him, even if he was...particularly odd.
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Post by Nat on Aug 13, 2018 7:02:49 GMT
Natalie arrived at the classroom with the others right on time. She settled into her seat, set up her desk, then leaned against the wall as she waited for everyone else to arrive. She was getting used to being a student - well, aside from the actual lectures, of course - and while the lack of total freedom sucked, it was still a nice change of pace, being able to be around so many people her age at once.
She was glad to see Headphones in her usual seat, blasting her usual music and looking nothing out of the ordinary. It certainly seemed that she had managed to evade punishment, but before Natalie could check up with her, Drinkwater entered the classroom with yet another strange and slightly despicable face. Natalie straightened up a little, not wanting to miss anything this Reichmann had to say in case they had to take yet another exam to partake in the theater, but what she received instead was no other than the very thing Derek had warned them about!
Natalie stiffened when the drone started scanning the classroom. She wasn't sure whether the little gadget really was as reliable as the evil looking guy had claimed, but she was all ready to put a few "accidental" dents in the machine should it ever dare to glance her way. Thankfully, the drone started from the other end of the classroom...only to stop right in front of Simon and claiming a 57% match with its rebel profiles.
Good thing Reichmann passed it off as a joke. So a 57% match wasn't enough to rouse suspicion...If Simon with his iconic green hair couldn't even get a full match, then chances of her being discovered shouldn't be that high either. Natalie made a mental to herself to not freak out in the presence of those drones, then resumed her scribbling and daydreaming as class went on.
Noon came soon enough. Natalie yawned, stretching her arms and legs out and packed up her bag, then grouped up with the other theater kids.
'So what happened after the exam? Are you still able to take part in the play?' She picked up where Simon left off and directed a bunch of questions at Headphones.
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Post by dad on Aug 13, 2018 14:51:25 GMT
Headphones muted her namesake, giving Nat a bored look as she just waved her away. "Yeah, yeah. No problem. I only got a light scolding." She explained. While that was plausible since the Drinkwater fellow seemed to be more bark than bite, Nat herself doubted Headphones' words. In general she found it way too convenient how a person with mind reading abilities was allowed to do exams inside a filled classroom in the first place. Wouldn't the teachers know of her power? This smelt funny, but Nat didn't know if she even wanted to investigate this matter further.
Meanwhile, Simon would be shocked as he realized that Headphones hadn't heard him at all. Guess stuttering all the time like a beta would do that to you. He really had to man up, at least that's what he thought before Bob slowly crawled towards him, his evil aura lingering around him. So Bob had heard his faint whispers? Perhaps he was accustomed to responding to whispers due to ghosts and ouija boards and all...
"Yes, Simon....What dooooo you need?" Bob asked, a creepy grin on his face as he suddenly started touching Simon's neck and face in a very inappropriate manner. He was invading his privacy! "You know...I found out about a new fortune telling method last night. Apparently you can tell someone's fortune by touching their face and looking deep into their eyes!" He revealed, clenching Simon's head as he stared inside of him for a while before keeping his hands off the boy.
"The shadow of death will soon befall you. That's what your fortune says..." Bob said in an eerie tone, possibly turning Simon pale as a result. "Also, your unlucky color for today is red. Hmmm, well, if you do die..." He muttered. "Make sure to haunt me as a ghost, okay? I could definitely enjoy the company, keheheh..." Bob laughed before stepping away.
Just as Bob tagged out, Simon's least favorite person tagged in: Tomato suddenly hugged his arm, rubbing her face on his shoulder in an affectionate manner as she started dragging him away. "Ohhh~ Simone..." She called him in some weird bastardized version of his name for some reason. "I missed you so much you know? You're my favorite loser among this den of trash. I spent aaaaall night thinking about fun activities for us to do together today! Hey, you remember your promise, right?" She asked, still smiling like an angel as she did so. "You will do anything I say, therefore you have no choice but to accept." Tomato snickered before she tugged at his arm again and started dragging him outside of the classroom. Wait a second. Red, redhead...Tomatoes are red fruits! No! This cannot be! Simon was going to die...To this?!
Colm's body flailed around as Alex violently shook him, asking the scientist to fix his mech already. "ABSOLUTELY NOT! I AM A MAN OF PASSION, THEREFORE I WILL NOT STAND FOR A DOWNGRADE! DO YOU NOT SEE HOW IMPROVED AND BETTER YOUR NEW MECH IS? IF THAT'S THE CASE, YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE BEING ITS PILOT, RUFFIAN! YOUR MECH WEEPS, IT WEEPS AT HOW IGNORANT ITS FORMER PILOT IS!" Colm insulted Alex before replying to Derek's question. "WHAT? ME, LEAVE? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! I STUMBLED UPON AN ABSOLUTE VINTAGE HERE!" He pointed at the ancient mech that had been seen on posters. "I'M DEFINITELY NOT LEAVING UNTIL I GET IT WORKING PROBABLY. UNTIL THEN, THIS THEATER WILL BE MY HOME. PLUS, YOUR OTHER REBEL LACKEYS WANTED MY HELP FOR SOME PLAY ANYWAYS. GO BLAME THEM!" Colm revealed. Derek wasn't sure if the TV man was putting the blame on his allies or if the students had really asked for Colm to stay. Did this mean the non-rebel students in the play had seen Colm too? If word of a TV man leaked out...What were the students even doing?!
"OH, BY THE WAY. INSTEAD OF BROODING AROUND ALL DAY LIKE SOME FAILED VIGILANTE, HOW ABOUT YOU DO SOMETHING USEFUL FOR A CHANGE AND BE MY ERRAND BOY? THE DIGITAL TECHNOLOGIES BUILDING HIDES ANOTHER BIT OF FUEL."
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The jannies couldn't believe it. They had spent the entire day searching for clues on the fuel's whereabouts but Colm of all people had pinpointed a secondary source by simply staying inside a theater?!
"WOW, WHAT'S WITH THE LONG FACES? SOME UN SOLDIERS ENTERED THE THEATER LAST NIGHT SO I HID AND WAITED THEM OUT. THEY TALKED ABOUT MOVING SOME FUEL AND SPLITTING IT OR SOMETHING AND THAT THEY HAD STUFF TO DO IN THE DIGITAL TECH BUILDING. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! THEY CAME INSIDE TO TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR MECHS AND LAUGHED AT THEM! THEY CALLED IT REBEL TRASH, TOOK PICTURES AND LEFT. HOW INCREDIBLY RUDE, AM I RIGHT?!" Well, that explained it. The large presence of UN staff had inadvertendly helped the jannies out. Too many soldiers had careless mouths it seemed.
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Post by siegwardofcatarina on Aug 13, 2018 15:28:45 GMT
Derek was ready to forcefully take Colm off campus before he mentioned the location of more fuel. For once, this idiot had done something useful.
“You’re lucky that you stumbled across some actually useful information. Now return Alex’s mech back to the way it was by the time we get back or I’ll disassemble you and carry out your oversized head in a trash bag.” Derek lectured the man. The prospect of pulling open Colm’s head and figuring out how to work the space bridge that way was starting to look less troublesome than just keeping Colm around.
With that Derek left to search for the fuel.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Aug 13, 2018 15:56:58 GMT
Damn, so she hadn't heard him through his cloud of nervousness. He really had to find some way to circumvent that, although he figures that over time he'd just learn to get used to-
A new cloud of evil formed around him, his breathing restricted as he felt dark forces surround him. Bob...wasn't evil, but nevertheless his mere presence caused bouts of nausea and dizziness, Simon's entire view shaking as the boy approached. No sooner had he arrived, Bob busies himself with touching Simon's face, kneading his cheeks and neck which causes Simon to tense up. "Wh-wh-what are you doing?!" He says, a slight tinge of fear in his voice as the boy continued his prodding, the color flushing from his face from the uncomfortable amount of contact at play.
Of course, Bob plays it off as a mere fortune telling technique (the strangest one Simon had ever heard), telling him his future...WOULD BE DEATH?!? Why would you ever go around telling someone that?! Simon has no idea how accurate Bob's predictions could be; was this the work of his Stand, or was this just his best guess on the matter?! And what did an unlucky color even me-
"Ohhh~ Simone..."
No...
Simon prepares himself for what is to undoubtedly be some form of harsh punishment; a slap to the head, a punch to the small of his back. Of course, his nemesis did none of these things (was she his nemesis, or was he just her bitch?) and surprises him by...grabbing his arm. Simon surely wasn't fooled by the mocking display of affection, but...well, he's never had a girl hang on his arm before. He couldn't help but flush red with embarrassment, casting a pleading look for help as Tomato slowly dragged him away. So...this was how he dies.
"R-remember, only two f-f-favors. After that, we're...we're even, y'know..." He says, though his voice lacks any real confidence or authority in this scenario. "So, uh, wh-what do I have to do?"
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Aug 13, 2018 19:24:27 GMT
“You... Your so called “Passion” has replaced whatever your brain and logic is. I have spent months studying every inch of my beautiful mecha, to maximize its’ efficiency. This... will hinder rebels severely, since I have no way of controlling a giant hand. Now, revert it. Or your days are numbered. Understood, scientist?”
Not caring for the answer, presuming that scientist heeded his words, Alex sped off to the digital technology building, taking his janitor tools with him. He was a man on the job, and no could dare to stop him.
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Post by Nat on Aug 14, 2018 13:18:41 GMT
'Oh! That's a relief. Professor Drinkwater really isn't as strict as he seems.' Natalie nodded, unbothered by Headphones' dismissive tone. So everything went just according to plan...but was that all there was to it? Headphones gets off with a scolding for stripping in the middle of an exam, while her mind reading ability goes unpunished?
'He didn't know about your Stand?' Headphones wouldn't even have the chance to spy on Natalie's thoughts, because a second later, the girl blurted out exactly what she had been thinking. She wasn't suspicious per se - she wouldn't even know where to start if she were, but something felt funny about the way the blonde so casually brushed it all off.
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Post by MoeSenpai on Aug 14, 2018 19:08:21 GMT
"Well, he most likely did know about it, but what is he going to do? Refuse to let her write the test? I don't think even he would want to do this in every test... Anyways, that drone of Mister Reichmann... Wasn't it the best? Man, earth technology is sooo awesome." Giorgio suddenly appeared behind Nat and Headphones, just barging into the conversation as usual. "Heck, you could find all sorts of criminals this way. Be it thieves, murderers or even... Errr... Rebels I guess? What do you think...errr... Sorry, what was your name again?" Asked the blondie.
He was actually just going to mind his business until Spike was calling them for the drama but something bothered them. He was pretty sure why the drone was here. Obviously the UN realized there was something going on in this school and they wanted to investigate. They probably found out about Colm for example... Or more like that was most likely the case but still... Giorgio still wasn't exactly sure if he could trust the blondie. She could probably hurt their mission pretty bad if they just let her be. If she was too dangerous, he had no choice but to store her in his phone for a couple of days... Actually what would happen afterwards? She would know about all of them, how they look and everything... Would he need to kill her? Damn, that sounded a bit too hardcore. Well, he would just hand her over to Derek. But first he needed some confirmation. So while he was thinking about the drama and the satisfaction he got while stealing lightning from Nat, Giorgio tried to question the girl. At least as good as he could. "Aaaand?"
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Post by dad on Aug 14, 2018 19:56:58 GMT
Headphones flinched a bit upon hearing Nat's question. It got even worse when Giorgio jumped in the fray, coming up with a large amount of assumptions while she narrowed her eyes at him. Eventually, Headphones just turned on her namesake once again before suddenly getting up. "Think about it yourself." She said rather coldly before leaving the classroom and disappearing. That wasn't the answer that the two had expected, but Headphones was definitely ticked off. She seemed to be rather secretive about her powers and herself and the group barely knew her compared to people like Spike and Tomato. However, that also brought up another question: Why had she helped them out like that despite barely knowing them? Why had she revealed her secret to them so early? Was it because she trusted them somewhat? Did they inspire faith somehow? No, in that case she would have just answered their question right now...
Maybe she was just scared of them. If she could really read thoughts, maybe she knew that they were rebels...And maybe she thought that something bad might happen to her if she spoke out of line. Either way, Headphones had left and was no doubt cranky due to the question she had gotten. Perhaps it was best to confront her now, especially with the police drones surrounding the building. The chances of the rebels being exposed were at an all time high. Thankfully for Nat and Giorgio, Simon had already lured Tomato away with his charm, preventing the redhead from blocking their path and being a hindrance to their investigation. Of course, Simon would probably suffer as a result, but that was the point of teamwork after all!
"Shush now, hun." Tomato covered Simon's lips with her hand as she dragged him away. "Speaking isn't your forte, just let me handle the program..." She said, finally leaving the classroom with her 'honey' while referring to the favors that Simon owed her. Now that they were outside of the classroom, there was no need for such affectionate behavior, therefore Tomato simply left Simon's arm and shoved him aside, having him land on a wall. She then cackled, standing in front of Simon as she raised two fingers. "Two favors? Now now, that's sort of stingy..." She started saying. "I remember you owing me six, no, seven favors! Did you think you could escape from this debt?" She asked, crossing her arms. This bitch was crazy. There was no way Simon owed her that much.
"But fine. I can work with that." Tomato said, surprisingly standing down as she was content with merely two favors. "First favor: I want you to owe me a hundred more favors. Okay, done!" She said swiftly. WHAT?!
Just as Simon was trying to find a way to refuse that statement without the power of the slug, the two were suddenly approached by a drone. One of them Pursuit Chasers or whatever that the Reichmann guy desperately shilled.
"FACE SCAN...COMPLETE. SIMILARITY TO POTENTIAL THREAT: 57%" The drone said again while scanning Simon's face. Well, that was a given, since he had already gotten the same results earlier. However, this still sucked! Would he get called out or investigated again? The drone was sending a warning to the owner of the security, therefore that was quite probable. Tomato didn't realize this, however, and instead laughed at the drone's statement.
"Haha, that thing called you a rebel earlier, right? Well, it couldn't be any more wrong!" She giggled, pinching Simon's cheek and pulling it, forcing him to 'smile'. "Hey, Mr. Drone! This guy is a worthless, pathetic loser who couldn't even pilot a mech if he tried! He's green my friend, quite literally actually." She pointed at Broccoli's head before grabbing his hand and having him flip off the drone before shoving the machine aside.
"Really, who had the idea to put these drones here, am I right?" Tomato then asked Simon, actually asking him a legitimate question for once. "They must be suuuuuuuper inefficient if they see a lame ass like you as a threat. At this rate the actual rebels or criminals will get off scot free." She stated. That would be the truth, if Simon were not a rebel. The drones were dangerously accurate for being prototypes and Simon respected the tech behind them. Still, who had developed them? He thought that Colm was the UN's main mad scientist. Could there be more back at Earth? "Which sucks, because I really want the rebels to get caught, you know?" Tomato said. So she disliked the rebels? Huh. Well, that was surprising but--
"That way, when 'Bloody Baron' gets caught, I can go ask him for an autograph in his cell!" She revealed. No, it was the opposite. She was an actual rebel fan girl! It was sudden, but Simon had suspected that ever since she started saying that she was the number 1 fan of the Bloody Baron rebel from forums and social media. Technically, she was his biggest fan, although he probably hated that a bastardized and fear mongering version of himself had fans.
"...That way I can just show it off on my page before selling it to some avid collectioner or something. Heheheh." Tomato snickered. Okay, Simon just stopped trying to make sense of Tomato's opinion on rebels and stuff. He was fine with his initial thoughts on Tomato: She was just a huge fucking bitch. He dreaded the moment Tomato would finally ask him to do some sick favors, especially since she pulled the 'infinite wishes' loophole from those old genie in the lamp riddles. However, the redhead's next request would surprise him.
"Hey, let's just go ask that cop guy, Lichmann or something, to take off these drones or something." Tomato blurted out. "They aren't really doing anything and are just being a bunch of annoying flies! I hate them!" She whined. "Plus, my dad is a cop and a popular one too. He'll probably just let us do as we please. You owe me anyways." She ordered, dragging Simon away as she was about to storm off before realizing something. "Uhhh, where do you think that guy is?"
Derek and Alex headed to the digital tech building. It was easy for them to get in thanks to their janitor passes, plus they had already been there once already when Xavier had fought Alan. However, they wondered why some fuel was still there. The fight with Xavier should have clued in the UN into moving the remaining fuel elsewhere, but maybe that was their thought process? That the rebels wouldn't investigate the same place again? Perhaps. However, upon entering the building, the two jannies were immediately confronted by two strange looking drones with the insignia of the Mars Police Force embedded on their design.
"FACE SCAN...COMPLETE. SIMILARITY TO POTENTIAL THREAT: 63%" The drone muttered, scanning Alex and Derek's faces.
Meanwhile, Reichmann was on the fourth floor of the Digital Tech building. He was seated in a cramped room with numerous monitors, all extensions of his drone remote that showed him footage of the Pursuit Chasers as they flew around the school. "Munch munch..." He was eating a jelly filled donut while resting his feet on the desk. Improper conduct for a policeman, but he was in a locked and hidden room anyways so no-one would find out. "Damn, this sure is the life. Just wait around, do nothing and have a bunch of robots do the work for me. Heh..." He laughed before seeing one of his monitors flash. "Hmm? 63% match rating? So soon? Goddamnit..." Reichmann muttered, reluctantly finishing his donut earlier than usual as he stood up and adjusted his clothes. "The folks here are trying too hard to look like rebel garbage..." He spat before leaving his secret room.
Derek and Alex then watched a police officer suddenly approached them. The man looked quite devilish, sporting the clichè evil mustache and goatee along with hair that resembled the two horns that a demon would have. "Afternoon, gentlemen!" Reichmann said in a polite, yet strong tone as he approached the two. "Looks like you two triggered by little buddy here." He said, tapping the drone nearby. "Sixty-three percent match, huh?" He walked towards Derek and Alex before showing his hand. "Your ID, please. No, not your jannie ID. Your citizen ID."
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Post by siegwardofcatarina on Aug 14, 2018 20:30:30 GMT
Derek and Alex got caught as soon as they entered the building by some kind of drone. So that was the UN's scheme. Thankfully, the match rate was fairly low but an officer still showed up anyway. Asking for an ID.
"Here you go sir." Derek said, handing over his citizen ID. Being a rebel, he had prepared for this kind of scenario with a convincing fake ID. "Still, you're really interrupting our jobs over a mere 63% match?" All the while, Derek kept one hand near the concealed silenced pistol hidden on his person.
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