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Post by killeroftheminge on Sept 12, 2018 22:34:41 GMT
Simon was left mortified, having nearly died before Lene stepped in to save him. Of course, it wasn't exactly the help and rescue he was hoping for; Lene simply told him to never speak of this encounter, or even of Reichmann's identity. He knew it was a matter of him protecting a fellow UN soldier, but even then, he shot a kid!
It didn't seem like there was much he could do, the boys simply watching Lene walk off and leaving him outside under the Martian sun. All four clones converged back into one, Simon taking a moment to breathe before remembering their mission. Should he try and help Nat and Giorgio? Maybe they were better off without him, but even if that were the case, he didn't know where the control room was. Nat and her new robot led the way, leaving him stuck without much to contribute.
The best course of action would be to act like nothing was happening; Spike would probably be very upset and highly suspicious of noone showing up to practice...but mostly upset. Plus, Luna was still missing, and with lunatics like Reichmann strolling the halls, there's no telling what he would do to a mind reader if he found one. He figures the best place to start would be the theater, at least to ease Spike's mind.
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Post by dad on Sept 12, 2018 23:44:51 GMT
The moment Alex entered the sixth floor again, he received a punch to the face. Blood fell from his mouth as he saw the titanic Lene in front of him, their lips curling into disgust as they attempted to punch the Russian right in the gut. Thankfully, Alex's reflexes were sharp. Lene missed by a hair's breadth as Alex had the opportunity to step back and recover.
"Don't think the surprise attacks of rebel scum will work on me like they did on Xavier. Do you think I'm just a stepping stone like the other UN soldiers you've fought?" Lene asked. It was clear they had realized that a masked assailant was probably a rebel. "I'll give you one last chance: Surrender, tell me the identities of your friends and I will attempt to lessen your sentence. It's a fair and honest deal." He suggested while extending his hand as if expecting a handshake. Despite that, Lene was brimming with rage, veins popping on his forehead as Alex realized that it took a great deal of self-control for the man to propose this. This was probably a forced, standard procedure for him, something he didn't necessarily like. Not like Alex was going to accept anyways.
"Ow."
"Ow."
"Ow."
"Ow."
CRASH!
Nat's ears felt weird. The moment she had the gigantic racks crash on the drones like dominoes was the moment she suddenly started getting assaulted by numerous noises. The drones were crying out, shrilling with their robotic and emotionless voices as their sparks were snuffed out. Racks kept crashing as more and more drones perished in the catastrophe. The only one left was Ai now, albeit there was much he could do against Nat. In fact, he had yet to notice here due to all the clutter lying around.
"Suspicious activity detected. Lost contact with Drone Squad Delta, Gamma and Zeta. Deploying test unit...MEKANIKLE." It ominously said. Was it speaking to itself? What was 'Mekanikle'?
The floor then started shaking. Loud thumps could be heard, akin to giant footsteps. This sort of movement...It reminded Nat of a mech. It came from outside the room.
Giorgio tried to be stealthy about his approach, trying to get to the mysterious individual before they got him. His insects explored the area, trying to find clues. It was then that an insect gave him mirror feed of a leg in the distance. However, just as it was about to get closer, the leg quickly moved away as running footsteps could be heard before silence returned. No way, the person had sensed Giorgio's microscopic insects and escaped? That was impossible! Giorgio's insects were tiny and prioritized stealth above anything else! Unless they already knew what Giorgio had planned, it would have been extremely difficult for them to react.
However, a bigger problem presented itself to Giorgio. The giant cube that had been filled with fuel was now...glowing. It also started morphing a bit, the cube starting to change shape as arms, legs and components started to erupt. Eventually it took the sleek black and white form of a modern looking mech. It was devoid of clunky gears or screws, instead only being composed of thin limbs, a torso that resembled an exoskeleton more than anything and a surprisingly tiny head. The 'head' in fact looked more like a seat than anything, as if you could pilot the beast somehow. Was it a mech? Well that was a good fi--
"Test unit MEKANIKLE: ONLINE. Commencing scan for potential threats..." The robot said on its own, its seat head spinning around before pointing at Giorgio's bugs. "Threat found. Commencing with disposal..." It muttered, suddenly shaking the floor with its earth shattering footsteps as it started squashing the bugs by simply walking on them.
Simon returned to the theater, being quickly greeted by an impatient Spike. The kid quickly approached him before lashing out. "Simon, where the FUCK have ya been? Where the fuck has everyone been actually?! Our play is in a few days and we've barely covered the basics! I can't find Bob, Luna or Mary...They've all gone missing! Nat and Giorgio too, what are they even doing? They know that now is our scheduled time!" He spouted quite angrily. "Well, whatever! Let's just have you rehearse and let you practice at least. First we--Oh. We can't do that either. Mary is the one handling the lines, right. So...Today is basically wasted." He said with a disappointed expression as he looked downwards.
"Ha. Haha. What a joke. Guess we should call it quits and end this play already, right? I probably got way over my head...Already knew no-one would follow a good for nothing leader like me, just like my brother..." He ranted to himself, sounding quite depressed.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Sept 13, 2018 0:21:34 GMT
Oh geeze...noone came. Well, he expected Nat and Giorgio not to...or Mary, since she was currently recuperating...and Luna didn't seem interested in this stuff anyway...and Bob seemed to have completely vanished off the face of Mars.
Wow, they didn't even bother to consider Spike's feelings...
"Uh, n-no, that's not...that's not true," Simon says, inching closer to pat Spike on the shoulder. Again, he didn't know really what he could do, but this seemed like a safe idea. "You're a good leader S-spike, it's just...a lot of things happened. Th-that's why I'm here, I'm supposed to fill you in...uh, Mary got-" Simon stopped himself, unsure of what to say. Could he say Mary got shot? Rene made it abundantly clear he shouldn't tell anyone...
But wait, why should he listen? Reichmann tried to kill him, and to top it off, he was a rebel anyway! People had a right to know that there was a maniac in the building...maybe he should just keep it a secret he's UN though...just to be safe.
"Mary got...uh...Mary shot herself by accident t-trying to shoot me,"
Coward.
"I t-ticked her off, and...well, she's in the nurse's office right now trying to heal. Nat and Giorgio c-caught a bad bug. And Luna...w-well, to be honest, I don't know where Luna is. We kind of lost track of her after Mary tried to...well, you know..." Would he buy it? Spike was loud, and a C student at that, but was he that gullible as well? It didn't matter all that much, it wasn't like Nat and Giorgio were going to manifest out of nowhere anyway. Practice was useless, so he might as well try and cheer Spike up. It was all he was really good for right now...
"If you w-want, we could go over the script or...s-something, fine tune it for tomorrow,"
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Sept 13, 2018 19:36:13 GMT
Alex did not appreciate a fist in his face. Frankly, he really couln't be surprised that Lene was a formidable fighter, if he took out Mr. Invincible Bling with much ease, as his fellow janitors reported. That went missing. Just where the hell were these fuckers? Still, such thoughts were not for the field of battle, the focus had to be on his opponent, and him only. Dodging a punch to the gut, the giant fighter sighed, as his adversary offered a chance for a surrender.
"Mook? Well, buddy, you sure do look the part. I mean, I saw many, and you are not really different. Poor little mook, stuck with guarding a school, when he knows that rebel's victory is inevitable. Just don't think I will surrender, I don't wanna rot in some kind of slum for the rest of my life..." Mentally, Alex added to his words. 'Although Mars isn't that much better than a slum... maybe by standards of bygone centuries, but not in our new age!' Sighing again, the Slav continued. "A counter-offer will not work on you, am I right, little mook? Eh, figures. Fine then."
The disguised man flipped his knife, and set into a battle position.
"Well, enough talk, fellow soldier. Let's do what we are here for now."
WIth an impeccable speed, Alex rushed at Lene, aiming to kick him with his cybernetically enhanced leg, which would deal a hell of a lot of damage.
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Post by Nat on Sept 14, 2018 16:20:01 GMT
'Teehee.' The cries from the drones elicited nothing but glee from the girl. Natalie carefully navigated around the wreckage in the room, oblivious to the amount of property damage she had just done to the school. She was going to find the others after getting out, she decided. This wasn't a situation she could take care of on her own-
Ai!
Natalie stopped in her tracks and hastily took cover behind the wreckage, but luckily, the drone had not noticed her presence and instead kept mumbling to itself with words that barely made sense to her. Mekanikle? What's that? More drones for her to crush, or...
Natalie remained frozen as she heard heavy footsteps hit the ground outside the room, each of them sending tremors through the floor. That...was not the sound a tiny drone would make. If she had to guess, the noise sounded more akin to what her mech would make when it walked around, and if that were true, then she would really be in trouble!
Thump-
-not if it never caught her!
Natalie sneaked up on Ai while it wasn't looking. She delivered a kick square in its rear, sending it spiraling into a pile of broken junk, then summoned Magic Blue Van and threw another piece of machinery on top of it to trap the drone. She then hid behind another pile of wreckage by the door, waiting and hoping for whatever it was on the other side to open the door and help Ai first, so she could seize the chance to slip away.
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Post by MoeSenpai on Sept 14, 2018 20:54:49 GMT
"W-WOAH! THAT'S SOOO AWESOME." Giorgio yelled before closing his mouth with a gasp. Maybe he shouldn't cheer this machine of destruction. At least not as long as it is on the opponent's side. "Well, I hope I'll be able to pull it off." Giorgio mutterend and took a welding helmet out of his phone and put it on. He came here somewhat prepared, having a getaway and ways to cover his identity if he needed to. Not that he actually hoped this would happen.
"So how should I do it?" The engineer wondered while still being in his hide-out. He was planning to enter the huge roboter and try to hack it. Since it seemed like the roboter already had a target in mind getting close to it didn't seem too hard. But there was still the other guard that bothered him. Where the hell was he now, anyways? "Fuck it, who cares about that loser? I'm probably fast enough anyways. Here I go!" Giorgio muttered and suddenly fell into a sprint. He was running directly at the mech. Hopefully he'd be fast enough.
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Post by dad on Sept 15, 2018 14:14:50 GMT
The lumbering mech kept treading on Giorgio's creations. It was obvious that the young genius wouldn't accept this mistreatment towards his babies. He quickly charged forward, attempting to dominate the mech before it could do more harm. Unfortunately for him, Mekanikle had already intercepted him. "...Threat detected. Commencing with disposal...Ignition ON." It muttered, Giorgio then hearing some sort of rumbling noise before a stream of blue fire emerged from the mech's legs and back. It was being propelled towards him! It took only an instant for the mech to catch up and catch Giorgio in its hands. This looked bad, Giorgio was in the perfect position to get crushed like a bug. However...
"Threat captured. Commencing with neutralization..." Mekanikle declared, its gigantic torso suddenly opening, revealing some sort of living space within. There was...A bed? Giorgio was quickly launched inside as the torso closed, trapping him inside with poor lighting, a metallic bed and a camera staring at him from above. The inside of the mech was some sort of miniature prison? This was what the cops had developed alongside the UN? However, before Giorgio could even process his current situation, a dart suddenly hit him on the arm. It hurt and he felt something being injected inside of him. He turned around, noticing that a small gun had appeared inside the room before it quickly left as well. So, weapons were inside the 'prison' in case someone wanted to escape too. What had he been injected with, however? Some sort of sedative? He didn't feel sleepy though...
Either way, the room was rumbling. The mecha was presumably going after something else.
"Ow."
Poor Ai never saw it coming. Nat quickly hit him in the butt, causing him to lie in the pile of corpses of his fallen brethren while the girl covered him with even more dead bodies. Nat then hid behind the wreckage, waiting for whatever lumbering titan outside to take a peek inside the room...
CRASH!
Well, it didn't take long for them to arrive. Their entrance was quite rude, however, since they completely demolished the door and wall in order to enter the server room. It was a decently sized mech, but not too big. Still, Nat couldn't imagine herself fighting it. She doubted that her Stand would be powerful enough to make a dent in its armor. The only way to defeat a mech was another mech after all. Still, what happened to Giorgio? Some technological behemoth was destroying the building and he was nowhere to be found. Had he lost interest in his primary fetish?
"Signal found. Scanning...Scanning..." Mekanikle muttered. The bot must have not been bright if it could pinpoint Ai's signal but not his location. Nat would have time to think things through for now.
"Mook?"
Lene dropped his offer. He quickly had his arm return as he stared at the floor and thought about Alex's words. "So, you only see me as a stepping stone, correct? Someone chained to this school while you fight for true 'freedom'. Well, are you truly free? All I see in front of me is a rebel's dog. You're not free. You never were." He stated, suddenly raising his hands as he anticipated Alex's blow. He grabbed his leg, grappling it as Alex started to lose his balance a bit. What was he going to do? Break it? Throw Alex off? Either way, Alex's leg was cybernetic! Breaking it would be impossible unless you had a powerful Stand and throwing Alex would just momentarily stun him. The situation was--
rub rub
Out of nowhere, Lene suddenly revealed a bottle of cleaning spray in his hand. He then started too...Spray it around Alex's leg. After that he rubbed it with his gloves, making sure that the cleaning agent was spreading before putting the bottle away. Alex was so perplexed that he was unable to react properly. "HA!" Lene then growled, finally throwing Alex away. It did almost nothing as the Russian quickly got back on their feet. However, Lene didn't seem to be perturbed at all. "If you truly wanted true freedom, then where were you decades ago when the split between Stand users and non-Stand users had yet to occur? Did you even care back then?" Lene asked, but Alex would be too distracted by a sudden sensation in his cybernetic leg. It felt...fantastic! His leg suddenly felt more agile and lighter than usual. It was like a feather! Whatever Lene had done had only boosted his abilities greatly.
Spike was almost on the verge of crying earlier, the practice session having pretty much fallen into shambles. However, Simon's words of encouragement cheered him up. His lie about shooting Mary also helped a lot, since now Spike was furious and had a way to vent his sadness. "You WHAT? What the FUCK dude?! You have any idea on how long gunshots take to heal?? She's supposed to play the Bloody Baron too!" He ranted, obliterating Simon's ears. "Should have just let her shoot you, man. Guys heal quicker than girls anyways." He stated with dubious logic. "Well, whatever. I doubt Mary will stay out of commission that long. She'll probably come back to kill you tomorrow or something..." He said. That was a probable theory, actually. Either way, Simon would probably be glad about succeeding in brightening Spike's spirits. He probably shouldn't have overextended himself, however..
"Of course, the script! Yeah, I still have to show it to someone since I'm a bit shy about it, hehe..." Spike blushed, being slightly humble. "But yeah! Read it, I could use some feedback." He said, shoving a huge ass script right in Simon's hands. The boy soon regretted his decision as he realized that he would probably spend hours reading the entire thing...Well, time to get to work. Lest Spike suddenly become depressed yet again.
The plot was pretty simple. It detailed the exploits of the rebels and showed them in a mostly negative light. Every time they succeeded in a mission, the script would then switch to a bunch of UN soldiers who discussed about the amount of damage the rebels were causing and how it affected both Earth and Mars. Simon was quite sure that some of these reasons were fake propaganda meant to demonize the rebels, but he also found it understandable. UN school and all. However, the script started to surprise him when he reached the halfway point. The rebels were suddenly becoming more likable and there was an entire chapter dedicated to them just helping around Mars' citizens and establishing new laws. Even stranger was the fact that the scenes involving the UN also featured compliments towards the rebel laws.
Then, of course, the script jumped the shark: Suddenly, aliens were introduced in the plot. It was ridiculous, some sci-fi garbage for sure. Either way, the aliens were apparently such a threat that an emergency truce between the UN and rebels occurred. The two factions then joined forces in an effort to defeat the alien menace once and for all. Of course they succeeded and voilà, suddenly UN and rebels admit that both sides have their faults, make up and suddenly the segregation between Earth and Mars disappeared. The End.
While the part regarding aliens was definitely bullshit, it was still inspiring how Spike, someone who attended a UN school of all places, wanted to make a play that opposed segregation. It was bold, but also something that Simon would cut. Would the other students even agree with the play's message? Reichmann's words started echoing in his ear...Most UN people just saw Martians as garbage.
"So? Is it good? Is it great?" Spike asked, waggling around like a dog as he patiently awaited Simon's reaction to his masterpiece. Before Simon could reply, however, a familiar face suddenly reappeared.
"Sorry for being late." Luna said in the distance, entering the theater while yawning. "...Huh. Guess no-one else showed up?" She asked.
"L-Luna! Where the hell where you?! We could have rehearsed your role ages ago? Heck, we could do that right now! Just get in the--" Spike muttered before being cut off.
"I refuse. No way I'm piloting a stupid mech." Luna declared, quickly crushing Spike's hopes and dreams. "I only came for one thing." She then pointed at Simon. "Do you have a minute?" She asked. Weird, first she disappeared and now she wanted to talk to him? Wait, maybe he shouldn't think that. She could read him after all...
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Post by killeroftheminge on Sept 16, 2018 15:04:29 GMT
Simon wasn't exactly sure what to say. There were elements that he was surprised by, like the Rebels' surprising amount of depth and characterization. Spike seemed like the type of kid that was totally for the U.N., so the idea that he even bothered to make the Rebels somewhat empathetic took him back. Of course, the alien subplot came out of nowhere and the eventual team up felt incredibly forced, but all things considered, it wasn't that bad. Still, should he comment on the nature of the Rebels? This was a U.N. sponsored school, so it might seem suspicious if he didn't say something...then again, Spike seemed perfectly happy with it if he wrote it...then again, attention might get called to them if they did this...then again, maybe they could switch public opinion...then aga-
Simon jumped slightly once Luna spoke up behind him, caught up within Spike's script and his own inner thoughts that he hadn't heard her.
"Oh, h-hey-" He starts, but Spike cut him off with his outburst. Where had she gone? Maybe he could ask...well wait, she could probably read his thoughts. That might be offensive to ask, but it was so sudden before, as if she slipped away. Or maybe she just didn't want to clean up...oh wait, THIS was probably offensive too. Simon scratches his head as he tries to think less, perking up a bit at the mention of Luna wanting to speak with him. What could she want from him? He figured that she would want an update on Nat and Giorgio, but she might be disappointed to know he didn't know much of anything...well, everything except that Reichmann was under some sort of special protection. Lene hadn't wanted him to tell anyone...wait.
"Crap," Simon hisses under his breath before picking his head back up. "Y-yeah, sure. Spike I'll b-be right back, but this is a good script so far! I'll g-give you the details..." Simon says, though regretting this at the last minute. He'd probably want specifics over general impressions, which could mean another few hours stuck talking about a script with aliens and friendships and treaties; stuff he never foresaw happening.
"H-hey, so uh...w-what's um...what's up?" He says, a little anxious to hear what she might have to say. He has no way of reading Luna, so he was unsure whether she'd reveal that Nat and Giorgio maybe were fighting that loon Reichmann or that maybe Colm running around stealing panties...Simon quickly shakes his head, trying to get that image out of his head to avoid the potential of Luna thinking him a perv. The last thing he wants is to be compared to Colm...wait, is he still thinking?
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Post by Nat on Sept 16, 2018 16:39:13 GMT
Natalie could hear this so-called ‘Mekanikle’ looming just outside the room. Any second now. She shifted back onto her feet, made sure her entire silhouette was safety hidden behind the wreckage, and wait for her new enemy to open the door - which would be her cue to run.
What she didn’t expect, however, was a giant hole in the wall, accompanied by chunks of metal and concrete flying in every single direction as a sizable mech blasted it apart along with the door. She nearly jumped out of her hiding space when that happened. Had she been any closer to the door…
The brute’s strength was way beyond what her own Stand could accomplish. It would be foolish to fight it head-on, but she’d instantly blow her cover should she go get her mech from the theatre. But maybe she wouldn’t have to resort to such desperate measures after all. She had encountered enough intelligent AIs to tell that Mekanikle here, like its colleagues, wasn’t very bright. Ai was buried within arm’s reach judging by its size, and yet it was taking its sweet time pinpointing its signals. Maybe there are better ways to deal with this unit...
Now would be a very good moment for Giorjerk to make his underwhelming entrance. Natalie rolled her eyes at the thought as she took out her phone and sent an extremely enthusiatic message to the blonde in question, along with a quick snapshot of Mekanikle’s back in order to bait him out of hiding:
‘Guess what. Big bot spotted on the sixth floor. Come meet your dream husband or I’m going to trash it right away 💣💣💣’
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Sept 17, 2018 14:01:44 GMT
Alex was mildly pertubed by the actions of his opponent. Just... what? Why was he rubbing his leg so much, was there some kind of acid in there? Nanobots? Before he could finish that line of thought, the giant was thrown back, but he quickly changed the way he fell so as to land on his feet. And then the guy started spewing stuff about decades long gone. Somewhat angry at Lene's words, the Slav spoke back:
"Listen, buddy, I was not even born at the time of the conflict. What do you want me to do, go back in time and prevent all this? Fat chance! And..." It was at this point that Alex noticed that the rubbed leg felt lighter, more efficent than ever. With confusion in his eyes, he continued: "And what the hell did you do there? For what bedamned purpose?"
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Post by MoeSenpai on Sept 17, 2018 17:54:38 GMT
"Well, that's something." Giorgio muttered and knocked on the bed. The bed responded to him with a metallic sound. He was originally planning enter the mech, but then he saw the bed and everything and Giorgio's curiosity got piqued. Turns out this was a bad idea. Giorgio looked at place he was shot at and touched it with his hand. It didn't hurt too much anymore, but he was still worried about what it was. Well, he didn't feel too sleepy at the moment, so it shouldn't matter too much right now. What mattered more was the camera above him. Fortunately he put the mask on before he charged the mech, so he was still an unknown individual. But they were now able to see everything he was doing right now. Giorgio was lost deep in thought when suddenly his phone vibrated. He saw the message from Nat and figured what the bots goal was.
Don't worry, I am on it right now. Even tho the mech is really comfy... You should join me when you can 😴😴😴
"Now then, what should I do? Should I try to call someone... Or enter the mech? Eh, I should be able to hack it from here, but first..." Giorgio looked at the camera, his hands behind him. He didn't want the camera to see him take something out of his phone. It would be better for him if the UN didn't know about his abilities. Giorgio used one of the flip phone back in the day, so there were still some stuff from his childhood in there. For example an automatic self-made sling-shot and a couple of stones. He'd just use this to take care of the camera and hack this bot in peace. Giorgio aimed his new weaponry at the camera, aimed at him, drew the stone back and released the strong. The sling-shot was modified so that it would shoot the stone harder than a normal one would. Which is the reason he shot a small bump next to the camera. "Oooops... Ignore that try, alright?" Giorgio told the cmaera and took it out with his second shot. Now he could enter the mech in peace and try to take control of it.
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Post by dad on Sept 18, 2018 13:13:32 GMT
"Keep those thoughts to yourself." Luna replied, causing Simon to blush a bit. She had probably read his more...questionable thoughts. Still, she quickly went straight to the point. "We can't talk here though." She glanced at Spike for a bit, the boy scratching his head at the odd gaze. "We need somewhere more...secluded." She said, suddenly grabbing Simon's arm and dragging him out of the theater. "We'll be back in a bit." She said to Spike before leaving.
"Hey, wait, what?! Hey!" Spike roared, surprised by Luna's sudden escape. "C-Come back soon at least!" He shouted.
Simon found Luna's behavior a bit odd. She was dragging him outside of the campus. Strange, was she really worried about someone spying on them? With the drones monitoring the area, he started thinking that maybe she had heard of Reichmann's true intentions. Perhaps she wanted him gone as well. Yes, that was probably it. The two left the school gates and were now walking on Martian streets. Luna kept dragging Simon's arm, guiding him like a motherly figure (his darkest fetish). However, that suddenly disappeared as Luna and Simon came across a dead end in an alleyway.
This seemed like the perfect place for Luna to talk, but she didn't. She stayed quiet, giving Simon a solemn look instead. The boy then felt something pierce his back as he grunted. He stuck his arm around, trying to see what had stung him before taking out a dart from his back. Its contents were empty. He had been injected with something? Loud giggling could then be heard as Simon turned around and saw the demon from earlier. Reichmann was standing at the alleyway entrance, blocking his path as he smirked at the kid.
"Well well, look who we have here." The man muttered. "I was going to give you your just desserts, but I didn't think that it would be so soon. I didn't think that you were a rebel either." He said. R-Rebel? He had figured out Simon's identity? The cop then raised his head and stared towards Luna, giving a light nod at her. Luna didn't reply, just maintaining her earlier stare. "Good work luring him here. Should have warned me beforehand that he was a student though." Reichmann laughed. It couldn't be...Luna had sold them out?
"Now, kiddo. I'm going to be veeeeeeery generous today. Use your Stand. C'mon. I'm giving you a free hit with that before I make your life a living hell." He taunted, but his words were genuine. He didn't move a muscle and he didn't even place his hands close to his gun pocket. He patiently awaited for Simon's move...Why?
"....Scan successful. Recovering centerpiece." Mekanikle muttered, Nat watching as its gargantuan arm sifted through the drone wreckage and finally uncovered Ai. "Proceeding with recombination." It muttered, suddenly placing the drone on its strange chair-like head. Ai took a seat before several wires emerged from the chair, connecting themselves to Ai's circuits as the drone now piloted the gigantic mech. "Transferring data...New objective found: Elimination of Natalie Brown. Age: 17. Stand name: Magic Blue Van. Ability: Manipulation of force and volume. Height: 163 centimeters. Weight: 46 kilograms. Bust: AA cups. Measurements: 84-60-86 cm..." The more Mekanikle started listing Nat's data, the more she started thinking of it as a violation of her privacy. There was a database out there that included all of this stuff?! This mech had to go! Even worse was Giorgio's unhelpful text: He was in the mech apparently, yet nothing was happening. A clear sign that she would have to confront this mecha alone for now.
The camera was effortlessly dispatched off by Giorgio's quick thinking. All that was left was to hack the mech before it attempted to restrain him, but the moment Giorgio attempted to activate his Stand, he suddenly felt a surge of immense pain. It was as if he was being electrocuted! The pain was so intense that he lost concentration, preventing him from entering the mech with his Stand. The pain was now gone, precisely when he turned off his Stand. What was going on?
"Breach attempted. Proceeding with tranquilizer procedure..." Giorgio could hear as the sound of gas being filtered inside the room could be heard. It had a green hue to it. Could it be...sleeping gas? Despite the inviting looking bed, there was no way Giorgio would nap in this precise moment. He had to find a way to escape the gas before it occupied the room!
"So?" Lene replied to Alex's statement. "If you weren't born during that period, then what about your parents? Your grandparents? Why didn't they fight for their freedom? Why did they let themselves be transported to this planet? You Martians...You are worse than cattle. Cows never had a choice, they were born with inferior strength and intelligence compared to humans. But you. You all were Stand users, superior beings gifted with amazing abilities that no mere human could touch. Yet you complied so easily and let the inferior beings shackle you instead. Pathetic." He stated. Alex wasn't exactly fond of someone insulting his family like that, but he did admit that Lene did have a point. Still, why would someone who held such beliefs join the UN then?
"That shine, that luster..." Lene then pointed at Alex's cyborg leg. It had been greatly enhanced and Alex was sure that it would perform at twice efficiency. "That was the past of Stand users. You were all great, respectable individuals back then. But now..." The man stood still, adjusting his shades as he awaited Alex's attack.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Sept 18, 2018 19:41:28 GMT
"Oh, r-right, sorry!" Simon says, adding quickly to their discourse, all the while blushing a deep red at the thought that she saw all of those questionable images. He was dragged away rather forcefully, the boy not getting a moment to even speak as they left the campus...strange.
Something didn't seem right. Simon didn't say a word as Luna dragged him further into the Martian city, his eyes concentrated solely on her as she refused to say anything either. What did she need to say that was so secretive, that they needed to come all the way into the city? Was she worried about Reichmann? Was she planning on telling him she knew of their...well, their extracurricular activities? Was she simply bringing him away from prying eyes?
These questions continued to build as she dragged him into an alleyway, both of them stopping at a dead end while she turns to him. Simon expected her to start, but she simply stared at him, blankly. He couldn't help but feel a little creeped out. The air was becoming stifling as she kept him in her gaze, and Simon was finding it harder and harder to say anything to her, his own stature starting to feel minuscule compared to her as she locked him down with her eyes.
This wasn't right.
As if to confirm his suspicions, he felt a swift and sharp pain in his back, one that caused him to jump and tense up in a sudden fright more than anything.
"Wh-wha," He began, but reaching behind, he found the culprit: A dart. One with its contents completely drained. All at once the color drained from the boy's face, his eyes widening beyond measure as it dawned on him that he had just been injected with something. What could possibly...who could...
"Well, well, look who we have here,"
Simon freezes, the hair sticking up on his arm as that voice grips him tightly, his own throat being choked by its authority. No...please...
Simon finally finds the courage to turn, taking in his opponent in all of their dastardly glory. Reichmann, the grin on his face insidious as he belittles Simon once more. This can't be happening, not so soon...
Wait. What was that?
Simon listens intently, Reichmann's gratefulness to Luna becoming very apparent. Luna...had lured him here? That...that wasn't right, that couldn't be right. She had helped them so much, why would she turn him over now-
"I didn't think you were a Rebel either..."
This nearly made the boy's heart stop, his hands fidgeting slightly at his sides as he focused on that. Rebel...he said rebel. He knows. Simon's eyes dilate further, the horror evident on his face as he realizes the truth in its entirety. Luna had lured him to his doom...but why? Judging by Reichmann's words, he hadn't even known it would be Simon he'd run into...so does that mean he didn't know who the others were? Regardless, Simon understood the full gravity of his situation. He was trapped...he couldn't go back. Not if Reichmann knew who he was...not if Luna would tell him who the others are...
"...Wh-what did you inject m-me with," Simon says, trying his best to speak clearly but fear getting the best of him and his already debilitating speech impediment. "I-I'm n-n-not...I'm not s-stupid. I won't attack you unless...unless I kn-know what's in me..." All the same, Lucy burst forth, the Stand wrapping an arm around Simon whilst throwing a glaring middle finger towards Reichmann, fury evident on its face as it ran its hands through Simon's hair. Why...why had Luna betrayed him? Why...he thought...he thought she was their friend...
"Tell me wh-what you injected me with! Now!" he says again, a little loudly in the off chance he might attract some help. There was no reason to be quiet now, not in the off chance that someone might hear him...although he couldn't help but note that the streets were awfully quiet. Almost as if everyone's attention was somewhere else that day...
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Sept 18, 2018 20:29:29 GMT
"My parents? My grandparents? Peaceful, standless people! I am the first stand user in the third generation! Say all you want, but do not dare talk about my innocent precious people. Not a Martian, but an Earthling. And even then, with these thoughts, why not fight? Why not rebel, resist? Are you too, worse than cattle?"
Alex moved his enhanced leg experimentally, getting used to the newfound power. Something in Lene's words clicked in the giant's mind. Taking a step forward, the russian pointed at his adversary and said: "Is this some kind of Scrooge-esque thing? Past of Stand Users, Present of Stand Users, Future of Stand Users, and a hearty lesson for all the kids reading this story. No, buddy, I am not doing that!" With those words, he leapt at Lene, ready to deal some good damage.
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Post by Nat on Sept 19, 2018 11:20:04 GMT
‘Stop it. Stop it right now you dumbo!’ Natalie was absolutely livid! She started kicking the mech in the shin with unbridled fury - stubbed her toe - then summoned Magic Blue Van and grabbed the dented metal door from the floor so she could whack the mech instead. This mech is a danger to society. She had to destroy the speakers, especially when she was fairly certain that Giorgio was inside the mech at this very moment. The combined knowledge of two perverts would be catastrophic. She had to at least dispose of one of them right now!
‘Giorgio, if you’re in there, then either take over this dumb machine or come out and help me dismantle it!’
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