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Post by MoeSenpai on Sept 19, 2018 15:22:57 GMT
"Okay... That was interesting..." Giorgio panted and look at his shot wound again. "Damn... I can't believe how awesome earth technology is! THIS IS AWESOME!" Giorgio began to grin and cackle at this thought, even though this wasn't the place and moment to do so. But he was just so amazed at the technologic wonders he had to deal with right now. Eventually the mech seemed to take counter-measures against Giorgio's failed outbreak, which calmed Giorgio down a little bit. "I know I shouldn't be this happy right now, but still... This is just awesome. Hahaha!" Giorgio took out one of his phones again, hesitating to use his stand again. While he definitely was amazed by what was happening right now, he did begin to worry a bit. He definitely didn't want to fall asleep now.
"Well... Here I go again." He muttered and used his stand again. An unbearable pain was going through his body and Giorgio was almost about to pass out. But once he found what he was searching for in his phone he immediately stopped using his stand and the pain went away. "Good thing I broke the camera, huh." Giorgio muttered while he put changed his welding mask with a gas mask he just took out He'd just play dead for now... Someone would open the mech eventually. "Oh before I forget." Giorgio took out a phone and wrote a message to Nat.
Sorry but I am unable to help you right now. There is some other guy on the floor, watch out for him. He managed to break all my drones Good luck out there : )
He sent that message and just leaned back for now. Nat would be smart enough to not get hit by the medicine (at least Giorgio really hoped she was), so it would be better if she knew about the other guardian on this floor. Not that Giorgio cared too much about what happened to the girl outside. In fact hearing her curses through the metal was kind of satisfying.
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Post by dad on Sept 19, 2018 20:44:02 GMT
The moment Lucy came out, Simon suddenly felt an intense pain coming from within his body. It felt like he was being shocked by numerous tasers at once, an incredibly painful moment that caused his brain to almost fizzle out. Eventually, he was forced to pull back his Stand due to the extreme lack of concentration. When he came to, Reichmann was laughing in front of him. "Ahahahah! I didn't think you'd actually do it!" He laughed, referring to his earlier taunt. "But I'll answer your question, no worries. You've been injected with a prototype UN weapon: Right now, a stream of nanites is coursing through your body. It feels your pulse, your breath...everything. The human body emits a lot of signals, from heartbeats to neurons and so on. However, did you know that Stand users emit a particular signal once they summon their Stand?" He gloated, crossing his arms as he saw no point in drawing his weapons or arming himself.
"That's right. Those nanites respond whenever they detect that particular signal. Whenever you use your Stand, they'll release a charge that will fry you from within! Of course, it's only meant to neutralize...But I can crank it up a notch if you want." Reichmann laughed. "Back on Earth, everyone is jealous of not being a Stand user. So what do they do? Why, just neutralize the Stands in the first place! We're equals now, you and I." He stated, walking towards the boy. "....Of course, that would make sense only if I weren't a Stand user as well. I guess I'm above you now! Therefore..."
Simon received a sudden sock to the face. The pain from the shocks was already too much so he collapsed without even the least amount of resistance. Once his face hit the ground, Reichmann quickly started stomping the back of his head. "This. This is what I love the most. When the people I target..."
STOMP
"Are so broken that they don't even fight back. Heh." He cackled. "You could have avoided all of this, ya know? Shouldn't have become a rebel in the first place. Hell, you probably shouldn't have fraternized with a mind reader! You really thought someone with that much knowledge wouldn't stab you in the back one day? If I were you, I'd have ghosted that chick instantly." Reichmann spat, rubbing his soles on Simon's clothes. His school uniform went from red to a murky brown. Luna kept watching, a lingering feeling of regret hanging by her shoulders.
"You rebels really annoy me. You are the equivalent of trash, yet you see yourself as something privileged. A hero, am I right? You definitely felt like one when you saved your girlfriend back then." Reichmann said, referring to when he shot Mary. "Well, wanna know something, Mr. Hero? This Luna girl...She ain't a spy. Hell, she doesn't even work for the UN! She came to me."
What?
"You see, she heard some nasty thoughts brewing inside your rebel heads. All the stuff you did, all the bases you conquered, all the people you murdered..." The cop listed Simon's long list of sins. "The poor soul couldn't handle it! She was in a class with certified terrorists. Who knows what they would have done to her school? Even worse, they were actively interacting with her. She could try to tell them to piss off, of course. But still, you rebels could probably find a lot of data on her, right? Track down her house, her parents, her loved ones...She was worried of you all pulling something like that. So eventually she came to me, asked me to just get rid of this burden from her shoulders. I agreed." He said before kicking Simon in the face. "After all, crushing rebel garbage is one of my favorite hobbies...And I get to help someone too while doing it! Am I not a great cop? Heheh..." He laughed, abusing Simon a bit more as Luna kept watching. Her face had turned away, not wanting to witness the massacre occurring in front of her.
"...And you consider yourself a hero?" Reichmann grabbed Simon by his bloodied hair. "What a joke. Unfortunately for you, I think it's best for me to bring you back alive. I'll ask Rene and Lene to interrogate you. Gotta know about your base after all. Oh and Lene is probably done crushing your friends right now. Yeah, she told me about your other friends too!" He pointed at the disgruntled Luna. "No worries! You'll all be together once again..." After that, Simon felt yet another surge of pain before his vision went black.
Nat screamed, trying to get Giorgio to do something. However, no reply came. Mekanikle instead seemed intent on disposing of the green haired girl now. It started by extending its arms, the sleek white limbs resembling gigantic hydraulic presses as they attempted to crush Nat into fine paste. Thankfully, she dodged one, but was almost knocked back by the force of impact once a press collided with the end of the server room. She turned around and saw that a gigantic hole had appeared, leading to the outside. It was quite a fall, but she could probably survive with the help of her own Stand. Fighting outdoors seemed to be more efficient due to the enemy's size, especially since it felt like the room she was in could crumble at any moment.
Giorgio was sleeping peacefully inside the mech. It was where he was meant to be after all. The mech accepted his decision as it focused on Nat instead. Actually, the blondie wasn't sleeping at all, instead texting Nat another message as he thought on what to do next. Pretending to be asleep was a great plan, but it was also incredibly boring. How long would it take for someone to open up the mech? Minutes? Hours? He wondered if Nat and Simon would be minced meat by the time he got out. Eh, they were probably fine. He didn't care if Nat died either way.
However, just when he was growing bored and seemed to have run out of things to do, his phone started vibrating. Someone was calling him, he checked the number as one of his self-made apps started instantly tracing the caller for him.
MARY TOMATA
Huh. This name looked strangely familiar. He answered it, ready to hang up in case it was someone unimportant.
"Hey idiot! Where's your broccoli haired friend? I can't find him anywhere!" Mary's shrills could be heard on the other end, almost rupturing Giorgio's eardrums. The boy genius was tempted to hang up before hearing something juicy. "Okay, so you are sooooo not gonna believe what happened to us! Some jerkass cop just shot me and then he tried to shoot Simon. I don't know what happened after that 'cause I blacked out but like, wow! I'm totally getting back at that asshole! But yeah, is Simon okay?"
Lene clenched his fist at Alex's words.
"You think I didn't fight? I fought with all of my might...And look where it got me." He said, biting his lip. "Enough! Standless or not, you are still mere livestock! This planet is simply a gigantic pen, a limited space created by the UN in order to harvest your talents for their own gain. Allow me to end your misery..." Lene muttered, effortlessly blocking Alex's blow. But how? Alex had attacked him with his good leg too, the one that had been enhanced!
"This...Is your future." Lene said while holding Alex's leg. If the Russian were to look at his cybernetic leg, he would realize that it had rusted! It was a piece of junk now! "Begone, runt!" The soldier then growled, placing a finger on Alex before breaking into a one-inch punch. The Russian would be sent across the hall, grinding on the floor as Lene slowly advanced forward.
"A Golden Age. That is what every country and every nation strives for. A period where everything is simply...perfect. However, this age is an illusion. It's called Golden Age because it will eventually degrade, rust and worsen with time until it's nothing more than dust. This concept isn't only limited to countries: It can be applied to anything in life too. Humans grow, reach their limits upon achieving adulthood and then become weak with old age. Trees grow and then rot. The dishes we wash in the morning will eventually be dirty later in the day...Perfection is an illusion." Lene said, a ghastly figure then appearing behind him as he displayed a stance. Some sort of blue silhouette was behind him, its torso composed of tubes, water and blue armor plating. It had an enormous gut, resembling a washing machine while its legs were entirely composed of tubes. Its head was similar to an octopus, making the Stand look like some sort of aquatic beast.
"Barbie Girl. My Stand represents that. I cleaned your leg earlier, I helped it achieve its Golden Age. However, like every golden period, it must eventually end. Your leg has aged, it has reached its lowest point. Nothing in this world can fix it. Nothing can repair it. It will always remain as a rusty piece of scrap. The only thing that can fix it is my Stand...But obviously I will not assist you in that." Lene revealed. "Now witness...My Golden Age!" Lene growled, his Stand suddenly filling his armor with its soapy water. His suit started glowing until he was...golden. A gold aura surrounded him as he accelerated towards Alex at incredulous speeds before punching the Russian in the gut. "This is my apex! My prime! A washed up mule like you simply cannot compete!" He shouted.
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Sept 20, 2018 5:28:36 GMT
«So, you fought, you lost, and then sided with the people who have crushed you? I don’t think you understand who lives like an obedient slave, you absolute tool. Now take this! Ha!” Alex attempted to strike,?but his efforts were for naught. Suddenly, his enhanced leg degraded into a rusty junk! Just what the hell happened? “What the? You son of a-“
It was at this point, that Alex was punched across the hall. As he skidded along it, he had no choice but to activate his stand. Lego-like cubes appeared over the rusty leg. Carefully, the Russian stood up in the way of impeding horror, gauging the strength of his crutched leg. Finding it acceptable for the time being, the Russian gathered his strength, as Lene went on explaining the concepts of golden age and of his stand. At this point, Cryoshell enveloped Alex’s right arm. When his adversary finished explaining and rushed at him, the giant put his stand-affected arm to guard himself from blow. Grunting from the blow, the cosmonaut punched the man in with his left arm, to see if it truly was that good.
“Gah! Look at the hypocrite! Talking about limits and whatnot while getting himself into his apex! The concept of perfection implies constant pursuit. Achieving it with acceleration and bypassing of time, of course it will not hold. The prime, the golden age requires caring and devotion, of which I see not in you.” Something about the armor was nagging in Alex’s brain. It was something familiar. Then, the implication hit him. “That armor... did you make it for Xavier? Gave him power and then discarded him like some temperamental baby. Nice going, mook.”
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Post by MoeSenpai on Sept 20, 2018 19:26:24 GMT
Giorgio had to surpress a laugh when he answered the phone. Mary Tomata... What a name. Her parents must have hated her or something. "Simon? No, he isn't here... Wait a second, what was that? You got shot?" Giorgio asked. This didn't sound good. Something must have happened. "Tell me what exactly happened. Who was the guy that shot you?" Did this mean someone figured out who they were? Heck, What about tomato? Did she figure it out? Maybe SImon told her or something like that. He would need to figure it out. "Tell me the details, I'll need it."
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Post by Nat on Sept 22, 2018 12:56:39 GMT
Natalie’s phone beeped, but she was too busy dodging Mekanikle’s arms to look at it. One of them missed her by mere inches, then collided with the wall in the far end of the room, punching out a hole through all that metal and knocking her backwards with the sheer impact.
There was no way her own strength could ever compete with the mech, but perhaps she wouldn’t need to rely on herself after all. Mekanikle had created the perfect outlet for her escape - the hole let directly to the outside, and while it was only big enough for the mech’s arm, it was more than big enough for her to fit!
They were facing a six-floor drop, but height was the last thing she feared. Natalie gritted her teeth, dropping on all fours to steady herself, then superimposed Magic Blue Van over herself and sprinted towards the hole, throwing herself through it before Mekanikle could swing its arms back around. The stunt would buy her some time. Hopefully none of the ‘real’ theatre kids were hanging out in the mech theatre...
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Post by dad on Sept 22, 2018 14:14:03 GMT
Alex retaliated, trying to gain some distance by punching Lene away. Unfortunately, the cybernetic arm merely landed on the golden armor, dealing no damage at all. Lene didn't even need to block it, he was instead more focused on Alex's words. "Caring and devotion? That's not what Stand users did when it was time for the exile." He muttered, suddenly pressing both fists on Alex's chest. "Caring now would be trying to water a dead plant. A fruitless endeavor...Begone!" He shouted, unleashing two one-inch punches on the Russian's chest with his enhanced armor. Alex would cough a bucket's worth of blood as he kept being thrown around by Lene's might. This was bad, even his new upgrades couldn't compare to the golden strength of Lene's new armor!
However, the tide was changing. Part of Lene's armor was now turning brown. It was rusting? The 'Golden Age' was disappearing. Lene grunted, his Stand appearing once again as it doused the rotting parts with soap yet again. The rust disappeared, being shed and replaced by new golden plate. So, he had to constantly tend to his armor, his 'Golden Age', in order to avoid its decline? "You know nothing of how I suffered. Of how other Stand users like me suffered when the majority of us gave up." The man pointed an accusatory finger at Alex. "What have you amounted to?! Terrorism, violence, the death of thousands of soldiers! Had you rebelled decades ago...This would have never happened!" He growled, dashing at Alex with a golden fist. The Russian definitely couldn't let Lene dictate the pace. A few more blows from that armor and he would go kaput!
"Subject escaping. Commencing pursuit..." Mekanikle spat, watching Nat jump off the hole it had created. The mech started to morph yet again, its torso bending down as its head (and Ai) retracted. The limbs now grew wheels as it had turned into a gigantic car! The Mekamobile sped off, jumping out of the hole as it landed a few meters away from Nat. Great, the thing was probably faster than her now. Thankfully, the theater was not too distant. The only problem was what to do after grabbing a mech. Fighting at the school would definitely bring unwanted attention. It was probably best if she lured the robot outside school grounds and fought in the city, even though the collateral damage would be far higher.
VROOOOM
The car rumbled, its engines sounding like rockets as it blasted towards Nat at full speed, aiming to ram her.
"What details? I already told you that moronic cop from earlier shot me!" Mary yelled at Giorgio considering him slow. "He started ranting about being above us. Then he mentioned like, UN...I think. But that doesn't sound right. The UN wouldn't let a guy like that work for them, am I right? He's probably some power hungry douche. I'm gonna call my dad and tell on him!" She stated, revealing an important bit of info to the blondie. They were dealing with another UN soldier? Before Giorgio could reply, however, the room around him rumbled as his body was flung left and right, almost causing him to puke. What was happening to the mech outside?
"Hey, what's going on your side? You at a rollercoaster or something? Now is no time to be goofing around!" Mary shrilled in the distance. Perhaps Giorgio should find a way out of the mech lest he splat on a wall or something. He couldn't break out from the inside, but what about the outside? Some of his drones were still lying around in the building, Mekanikle having ignored them after capturing Giorgio. Plus, he had a phone and could call someone if needed.
Simon woke up in cold sweat, his memories still blurry as he remembered Reichmann's words. What had he done, letting himself get captured like that? Perhaps Derek was right. Perhaps he was too soft. He should have severed ties with Luna when he had the chance. That was the best solution...Right?
"Wakey wakey, rebel boy." A snide and arrogant voice could be heard in the distance. Simon recognized it easily: Reichmann was standing nearby, a smirk on his face as he poked at something. A glass panel? Simon stood up before realizing that he had been imprisoned in some sort of glass cell. Even worse, he was handcuffed and his pockets felt lighter. His belongings were gone!
"I decided to be kind and unpack your luggage for you. Not that you will be needing it." Reichmann cackled, pointing at a pile of items on a nearby desk. Simon's phone, his identity card and his fake student documents were there. "I already took the liberty of analyzing them myself. Those are some very good fakes you had right there. Could have fooled me too had I not asked a drone to scan them for me, heheheh!" The cop laughed, turning around and walking towards a large work station in front of him. Dozens of screens were on it, camera feed belonging to the drones. Reichmann just patiently sat there, observing the multiple views. "Hmm, still nothing on your other rebel friends. Someone destroyed a bunch of drones...Oh well. You'll be together soon enough. By the way, don't even think about escaping. That nanites? They are still in you. Not that it would matter since this glass is bulletproof and resistant to attacks from Rank B Stands. Your Stand is a Rank C in comparison." He explained. It seemed as if Simon had truly been caged like a rat. He had always imagined this situation in his darkest nightmares, being captured as a prisoner of war, but he never expected it to happen. What would happen to him now...?
Reichmann turned back to him, fetching Simon's phone as he walked forward with an inquisitive glare. "So, mind telling me who these people are?" He asked, easily unlocking the boy's phone and showing him several pictures that he had saved: A photo of Nat, a photo of Giorgio, photos of his friends at the orphanage...
"I've already tracked down this particular place, by the way." Reichmann pointed at a photo showcasing the orphanage at a distance. "Maybe you already know where this is going. If not, I can easily enlighten you." He said with a malicious grin as he adjusted his mustache.
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Sept 23, 2018 13:36:51 GMT
"Ghhhh... Those were the stand users of old. Now is now, different thoguhts and-" At this moment, Alex coughed up blood at Lene, desperately trying to get some on his face. Plans started to circulate in the Russian's mind, as he saw the armor rust over and be renewed. Now, he knew what to do. Pointing back at his adversary, the man in disguise shouted:
"I might not know your pain, but I felt pain myself. We have suffered. Do you think Martians have not suffered? Do you think they like this? No, they do not. They see the life that had been, and they desire it. Of course they... No, we will rebel. Because we want our status quo back. And stop asking me why I did nothing, I wasn't born decades ago, you dumb mook!"
The light from Alex's stand danced around his limbs. Suddenly, he started to dart around at incredible speed, seeking to confuse his adversary. The standified arms and feet were punching around, as the Russian flew in the air, following the rhythm and speed of strikes.
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Post by Nat on Sept 24, 2018 15:06:21 GMT
Natalie looked behind her when she heard the sound of engines blasting, but didn't stop running at the sight of the newly transformed Mekamobile. She wasn't that far from the theater building, and besides, if there's one thing she knew about race cars, it's that they were bad at stopping once they pick up momentum.
So Natalie kept her pace, taunting Mekamobile and mindfully luring it away from the path to the theater building and right towards the bushes. She waited till the mech was dangerously close, then took advantage of her much nimbler size and spun around right at the the speeding car. She kicked off the ground at the very last second, leaping over Mekamobile and landing on the complete opposite side of it, the one that pointed right to the theater's windows!
'See you later dumbo!' She gave the mech a heartfelt wave of farewell and jumped through the window.
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Post by MoeSenpai on Sept 24, 2018 17:28:40 GMT
"Yeah well, I doubt the guy just jumped out of a bush and began shooting at you... Something must ha-" Giorgio was gonna ask again before he was interrupted by a loud rumbling. "Damn it... You know what? I'll call you back, alright? See ya later!" And with that Giorgio ended the call. He was considering his options... The fact that he was able to use his stand was pretty good, since that meant he wasn't completely helpless. Not that he could do much anyways though. At least unless he was ready for a really bad time. "I don't think I'll be able to handle digitizing myself.... So I shouldn't really try this... Buuuuuut I can still use all my tools in the phones..."
He hoped that Nat would be able to defeat the mech, since she was the pyhsically strongest member in the group but... it seemed like she wasn't able to do so. "How useless... That airhead was probably to dumb to attack the legs of the mech or something. Pretty sure she simply bashed into the side of this sturdy castle. I have some of my insects outside... Maybe I could use them to attack the mech. But what should I use for it?" He wondered while he looked at the slinger on his hand. He would be able to shoot projectiles from the insects if he aimed at the remote of the insects. But he didn't know what to use as projectile. It would have to be something small yet devastating. At least devastating enough that he could get out of this mech. "I should have some drills in my phone... If I manage to hit the CPU or something equally important from this mech I should be able to get out... But first I would need to find out where it is." He talked to himself and picked up the remote. Fortunately he didn't store it back into his phone, so he was able to save himself the pain. Meanwhile a couple of robotic insects began flying around the mech and trying to find a weakpoint.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Sept 24, 2018 18:09:23 GMT
Simon slowly found consciousness once more, his head a screaming, fuzzy torrent of aching and pain as he tried to get a handle on his surroundings. What had even happened? He remembered Luna dragging him to the city...and then...and then...
"Wakey wakey, rebel boy,"
A pang of nausea breaks through as Simon remembers exactly what happened. Reichmann, that scumbag. Luna had lured him into the U.N. officer's trap, the soldier injecting him with some kind of nanomachine or...or something, but it rendered Lucy useless as he couldn't summon her without a bout of horrible pain washing over him. Which was all the worse, as he couldn't control when she would pop out sometimes...
He took note of his surroundings, and the more he saw, the more terrified he became. Handcuffed, pockets emptied, strapped down to some kind of table, and Reichmann leering at him from behind some glass wall. The likes of which he couldn't break through, even if he did have access to Lucy; she wasn't the strongest Stand out of the other rebels, Simon depended almost entirely on her ability.
"Those...th-those are just friends from the orphanage, I swear. We...we t-tried to keep a low-low profile, so we...the other rebels, I mean, they tried k-keeping as little, uh...contact! As little contact as possible, to not arouse s-s-suspicion..."
Simon was tripping over himself more than usual, the onset of fear quickly working its way into his speech and turning it back into a jumbled mess. He didn't know how much Reichmann knew, but suffice it to say, he probably didn't know who exactly the other rebels were. He was surprised to see him in that alleyway, so odds are Luna only told him that there were Rebels in the school, hence the drones and her bringing them to him.
Luna...Simon wanted to be angry. Anyone would have the right to be...but he just couldn't. Deep down he knew she had every right to be scared...sometimes he was still scared of what they were capable of. The fight with Danger had been a breakthrough for him, but he often wondered if it was right to be killing so many people like that. There wasn't much choice that was given at the time, but even then, to the outside, they must seem like real monsters, especially when she can see into their heads and all of the doubts they must have in regards to their choices.
She betrayed them, but...well, actually, she never had any allegiance to them. That's a selfish way to think...she did what she thought was right, and he couldn't blame her. He could be terrified about what this might mean for the others; he'd have to stall Reichmann again to ensure he doesn't launch any counter measures towards them.
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Post by dad on Sept 24, 2018 20:10:01 GMT
Alex started blitzing across the room, doing erratic and seemingly random maneuvers with his Stand as Lene watched. Irritated even more at this useless display, the UN soldier growled as he charged at the Russian. "You talk big, but in the end this is all you're able to do? Pathetic!" He screamed, trying to land a hit on his agile opponent. In a demonstration of pure fury, Lene started demolishing the hallway with his fists. Every missed blow culminated in large cracks on the wall until eventually the floor could no longer hold.
RUMBLE...
Finally, the floor crumbled. Alex and Lene fell down in the abyss below as dust obscured their vision. It took at least a minute for the dust to settle as Alex stood up and realized that Lene had disappeared. All that was around him now was just rubble and several doors. All of them were wide open, possibly due to the shockwaves both Alex and Lene had caused during their landing. Either way, Lene had probably gone into hiding in one of the several rooms there. Just entering them blindly would be a risky maneuver.
"Target lost." Mekamobile exclaimed as Nat landed on it before using it as a stepping stone to sneak inside the theater. "...Target found." It then stated, hearing Nat's voice as it rammed through the theater doors, getting out of its vehicular form and returning to Mekanikle. "Commencing with elimination..." The robot said, pointing its palm as Nat as blue energy started to emit from it. Most likely some sort of beam would come through, at least that's what Nat theorized after fighting in so many mech battles. It was kind of tiring to pilot a mech all the time, but she was pleasantly surprised that the school infiltration didn't involve much use of her mech as she had thought. Still, it was probably best to get rid of Mekanikle early with Lightning's strength, lest the dumb robot damage the mechs and screw over the play.
Lightning was standing on the theater stage as always, a sign placed next to the mechs as Nat read it.
Brb bathroom break -Spike
Good. Nat would be done before Spike even got back.
Giorgio's drones hovered around Mekanikle, trying to find a weak point while the mecha was being toyed with by Nat. Giorgio almost felt a bit bad for the mech for having to deal with such an impulsive and dumb individual. Yes, dealing with Nat was a pain in the ass. He wished someone like her could ascend to his level of heightened intellect, but alas that was not the case. At least the green haired monkey was doing a good job at keeping the towering titan busy. Giorgio finally found it: An operating panel that was placed in Mekanikle's...'behind'. Of course, it was greatly armored and not something his drones could crack. However, if he could just get a guinea pig to break it open for him...
"Just friends from the orphanage, eh?" Reichmann muttered, snickering to himself as he adjusted his mustache. "I guess selective disinformation really works. I already ran a background check on these two: Natalie and Giorgio, correct? Funnily enough, neither of them are orphans." He said with a smile. No way, he lied? He lied about now knowing their identities just to witness Simon's reaction?! "But considering how you tried to protect their identities by calling them orphans...I suppose they are your rebel friends? I'm not fully sure, but there's definitely a good chance that they are rebels, am I right?" He taunted, switching off Simon's phone as he turned around and cackled. It was over. Now that Reichmann knew of their identities, their lives were over. This news could spread like wildfire. Nat's parents would be in danger. Giorgio's parents would be in danger. Simon's orphanage...
"I sure hope you do have fun in these last few hours. Because I'm going to get your friends now and then all three of you are getting a one-way ticked to Earth's biggest prison. No worries though: You will only stay there for a few months. After that..." Reichmann slid his thumb across his throat. "Zack! Better think about your last meal, boyo." He laughed, leaving the room and locking the door. He was probably headed after Nat and Giorgio, wherever they were.
Simon was alone now, left to his own devices as all hope he had left withered into dust. Not only was he handcuffed, but his Stand had been barred from him as well. Rebelling was futile, there was nothing for him to do right now...
drrrrrr
A lone spike then popped out of a room. No wait...Spikes! A multitude of spikes! They were drilling around the wall, creating some sort of small opening as dust filled the room before two shadowy figures entered.
"Simon?! What the hell are you doing here?" Spike muttered, looking surprised at Simon's injuries and the fact that he was trapped like some sort of rat. "What's this about?" He turned around to the other shadowy figure, asking some much needed questions. The dust then dissolved, revealing the face of someone that Simon thought he wouldn't see again.
"No time to explain. Just get him out of here!" Luna commandeered, starting at Simon with pity as Spike reluctantly obeyed her command. It was clear that the boy still had no idea on what had happened between Simon, Reichmann and Luna. Hell, Luna had probably lied to him to get his help. Regardless, Spike suddenly opened his mouth as his teeth spun around like drills before growing in size. The disgusting looking Stand chewed through Simon's cell like paper as he saw now freed. Spike then took a light bite out of the boy's handcuffs, allowing him to move his wrists once again.
"Why were you even jailed? What's going on?" Spike asked, now turning to both Simon and Luna. Of course, Luna avoided eye contact. Simon, on the other hand...
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Sept 24, 2018 20:25:32 GMT
"Ha! You're pretty good. Perhaps one day you will rise from the rank of a mook."
As thus, the floor crumbled. When the smoke dispersed, all that came in the giant's sight was rubble and several doors. Lene was nowhere in sight. Growling with exasperation at his adversary's movements, Alex silently activated the thermal vision in his eyes. The world plunged into the sea of black and white. Sending an arm to bash open all the doors as fast as possible, the Russian gazed carefully, trying to find Lene. 'Man, how I wish that I had that 360 degree vision plug-in installed. But, sadly, it was the source of my blackouts. Still, this would make the fight a breeze!'
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Post by killeroftheminge on Sept 24, 2018 22:25:49 GMT
So that was it. Reichmann had baited him into a trap, and he fell for it. Nat, Giorgio...everyone they care about, everyone at his orphanage as well...
Simon couldn't help but feel his eyes water a bit, shuddering as he tried to hold back tears of defeat. Was this really how it would all end? They'd find out about the others, like Alo, Alex, that one robot guy...all the rest. They'd be killed for what they did, but even that wasn't what hurt Simon the most. His friends were going to be rounded up like cattle, but he didn't mind the crumbling of a rebellion. Not in the face of what really hurt him...they changed nothing.
The only reason he had joined was because he wanted to see Earth with his own eyes, the place he was from. Every night he'd see the blue ball in the sky, and he dreamed about skies with that very same hue, of forests that were lusher than anything that could be found on Mars. But...but it wasn't to be. He was going to die. His friends were going to die...and the inescapable truth was because he wasn't good enough. He can't help it now, tears are streaming down from his eyes. Soul crushing defeat had completely broken him as he lied back and accepted his fate....
BOOM!
Simon's eyes popped back open, the boy looking to his side and coughing from the sudden onset of dust in the air. Two shadowy figures lie in wait, Simon almost assured they were U.N. officials come to kill him early, the boy closing his eyes once more as he waited for death...
Only to hear Spike. The boy stumbles through the makeshift opening, his stand on full display as Simon could finally see the brunt of his ability. Drill teeth...well, it's not the weirdest one he's seen.
Simon was much more surprised by Luna's appearance, both kids freeing Simon from his imprisonment while Spike held him in steady line of questioning. Luna didn't even try to look Simon in the eyes, something that put a pit in the boy's own chest as he cast his own eyes to the ground. Again, he couldn't blame her for before...at least she was helping now.
"...Spike, l-listen," Simon starts, wondering how he should say this. Should he tell him? Maybe he'd betray him too, hand him over to Reichmann again...
No. No more lies, he thinks, looking at Luna once more. People deserve the truth, whether it scares them or not.
"...Spike, th-there's a lot going on. But...but the important thing for you to know is I'm...I'm a Rebel." He says, looking Spike dead in the eyes as he says it. He knows he probably won't buy it, but it doesn't matter. He's got bigger things to worry about.
"We c-can talk about it later, but N-nat and Giorgio are in danger. They're r-rebels too," he continues, checking his pockets for a cellphone before remembering Reichmann had taken everything.
"Crap...Look, here's the deal. Reichmann is with the U.N. and he knows ab-b-bout Nat, Giorgio and I. He's the one who shot Mary, I...I lied about that before...but that doesn't matter now. I've gotta find my f-friends before Reichmann g-gets a hold of them too. Th-thank you, both of you for helping me...b-but I can't ask you for anymore. If Reichmann sees either of you, h-he'll target your families too. I c-can't do that to either of you. If I were you, I'd try and just pretend you never met us...you'll be safer that way," Simon says, looking down at the ground before he tries limping over to the exit. No Stand, no cellphone...how was he going to do this? Simon tries to come up with something in his head, maybe...maybe he can...gah, no. He was walking into suicide...but he has to try. He can't let Nat and Giorgio get captured because of him, or Alex, Derek and...that one robot guy. He has to at least try.
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Post by Nat on Sept 25, 2018 9:27:09 GMT
No one’s here!
Natalie landed inside an empty theater, littering the floor with a shower of broken glass. She was bound to get found out for vandalism had it not been for Mekamobile’s even more destructive entrance, which she took as the perfect excuse to pin all the damage on the UN the first chance she gets. After all, they must be filthy rich, being able to afford so many dumb AIs.
A not so subtle sign was placed next to her mech. Natalie ripped it off, going over the message and wondering how much time she had before the boy came back - oops, now wasn’t the time for that. Light started glowing from Mekanikle’s arms, a familiar warning that she shouldn’t linger outside any longer.
Natalie helped herself up Lightning with a grunt, slipping into the pilot seat and activating the mech in one fluid motion. It was probably too late to move Lightning out of the way, but she wasn’t fond of the idea of giving Mekanikle a free hit. Instead, she temporarily redirected all energy flow into Lightning’s own arm, charging up its own blaster cannon much faster than usual before letting it loose at Mekanikle’s glowing hand. The theater’s limited space made up for Lightning’s non-existent aim; at worst they’ll both eat one, but she was already an expert at piloting damaged mechs in the first place!
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Post by MoeSenpai on Sept 25, 2018 16:30:39 GMT
"That seems to be pretty important. I should get Nat to break it. What is she doing anyways?" Giorgio wondered and searched the room for her. He didn't immediately find her but eventually he saw Lightning move and figured out what happened. "Hopefully no one is going to see you... Anyways, I need you to attack the panel but how should I tell you? Maybe like this?" The insects would begin to fly around Lightning and try to catch Nat's attention. She should figure out what the insects really were and figure out that giorgio was trying to communicate with her. Once she focused on the insects he would just need to lead her to the panel and Nat only had to punch it like the gorilla she was. It sounded pretty good in theory, which is why Giorgio immediately began to work on it and flew around Nat's mech.
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