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Post by Nat on Sept 25, 2018 17:49:23 GMT
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz-
Natalie shivered upon hearing the incessant buzzing through the speakers. Lightning raised its other arm and swatted at the new intruders, but they had already left, instead circling just a bit in front of sit. Natalie zoomed in on the bugs, realizing then that they were the same ones Giorgio had always used.
Where did they come from? Is Giorgio stalking her like the perv he is again? Does that mean he's around- she blinked, mouthing a silent oh as she connected the dots. She finally knew where Giorgio was hiding.
'Now what exactly do you want me to do, I wonder~?' Natalie chuckled knowingly, locking onto the swarm of bugs as she commanded Lightning to follow suit.
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Post by dad on Sept 27, 2018 0:53:30 GMT
Alex tried a quick yet simple maneuver: Opening all doors at once to see if Lene was hiding in any of those. However, there was no response. He didn't catch even a glimpse of the UN soldier nearby. Had they ran off, ready to call for backup? In that case, it was best for Alex to leave. He was about to escape, before hearing something crumble to his side as the wall next to him suddenly crumbled like clay. Lene's arm emerged, holding Alex into a choke hold as he attempted to knock the Russian out.
"Your moves are predictable. Did you think my Stand only affected people? No, even the world can decay. The sorry state of this planet is proof enough." He muttered, holding Alex in a steel grip. It was clear that no technique would let him escape this perfectly executed hold. If he wanted to free himself, he had to do something that couldn't be considered a 'technique'. Something extraordinary.
Spike's brain was fuming as Simon revealed the truth. Luna was surprised, but Spike couldn't even compute it. His forehead just turned red as steam emitted from his ears. He then shook his head, breaking out of that trance. "Wait, you, a rebel? For real? I-I don't believe this..." Spike spat, scratching his head as he tried to think of another theory for Simon being there. Unfortunately, it made too much sense: He had been captured because he was a rebel. Nothing more, nothing less. Before Simon could leave, however, Luna suddenly tapped his shoulder.
"Hold on. You can't use your Stand, correct? Fighting Reichmann while Stand-less might as well be giving yourself over to be slaughtered. I will help, I'm responsible after all." She looked down, obviously feeling a bit of guilt at Simon's capture. "I know that these are just words, but I hope that you accept my help. It doesn't matter if you don't want to see me ever again or if you don't plan on forgiving me: I still want to help you. I planned on delivering you to Reichmann because, well...You were rebels. The stories, the propaganda, the perception of others...Most people here think you're scum willing to kill even a child." She revealed. "I know now that those rumors were fake. If you had really been ruthless, you wouldn't have risked your life to save someone like Mary. If only I had realized it sooner, no, if only I hadn't had my ability in the first place. I wouldn't have caused this much trouble....My Stand is worthless." Luna repeated to herself, clearly burdened by guilt. Simon wasn't sure if he should snap the girl out of it, but thankfully Spike soon intervened.
"WHOA! So Simon was telling the truth! That's crazy!" Spike shouted. He was probably extremely surprised and ready to ask Simon more questions. That was completely understandable. "This rocks! We can make the play even better now. We have someone who actually participated in the rebellion after all!" He chuckled, patting Simon on the back. The boy would be worried about whether or not Spike was just joking or if he seriously didn't care about Simon's true identity.
"Shut up idiot. We can deal with your play later." Luna replied, being kicked out of her trance by Spike's loud rambling. "We should leave. Nat and Giorgio are probably already being attacked by Reichmann. Thankfully, our ride should be nearby." Ride? What was Headphones talking about? Simon was then dragged away, realizing that the control room was located underground as he climbed up a set of stairs. He then went outside, realizing that he had been inside Reichmann's tiny shack all along. The thing had an underground passage? Damn UN and their secret passages!
A whistle could then be heard nearby as he noticed a red hot Ferrari right in front of him. It was one of them vintage cars, probably made decades ago. It was surprising that it was in such a clean state. Simon would have never expected to see a vehicle like that in his entire lifetime. He was dirt poor after all. Who could have owned such a majestic vehicle? Once the car door flung open, Simon quickly realized who it was.
"Hop in, you virgin." Mary spat, her wound healed as she tapped at the front seat next to her. She owned a Ferrari? No! This could not be! How dare this hoe flaunt her riches in front of him. Luna sighed, obviously annoyed at Tomato's attitude.
"We only found you after she told us about this shack Reichmann was using. I guess even someone like her can be useful at times." Headphones glared at Tomato, and Tomato glared back.
"Well, of course! You all succeeded in rescuing that dweeb only thanks to me. That's just how the world works: None of you would be able to survive a day without my presence! Ohoho!" Mary boasted before tapping the seat yet again. "Okay, get i--"
"Woah, a Ferrari? I never knew you had one." Spike muttered, taking the front seat and accidentally sitting on Tomato's hand. "Damn, these seats are comfy too!"
"Not you!" Mary quickly shoved Spike outside. "The dweeb! Put him in the front." She ordered before pointing at Simon herself. "Get in here, loser!" She said, glaring. Luna sighed yet again.
"Eh, just do it. She's probably mad at the fact that you of all people had to save her." Luna muttered.
"Am not! I'm just merciful and realized that this dweeb probably never sat in a Ferrari before. Letting him sit in the front seat is a gesture of kindness since he will never sit in one ever again. Heh." Tomato laughed. "But let's go! We have to crush that psychotic cop, right?"
"Good point. Simon, we're going to the theater. Hopefully your mind is right about your prowess at using mechs." Luna said. So she knew that the mechs were fake as well? "However, we have to catch Reichmann too. I'm not sure on where he is, but he's probably trying to find Nat and Giorgio. Do you have any idea on where those two are?"
The collision between the two different blasts was amazing. Both Mekanikle and Lightning were pushed aback, Lightning crashing on several of the other mechs while Mekanikle almost destroyed the theater wall. "Target is using a mechanized unit. Increasing power output..." The robot stated, Mekanikle glowing even further as the air started to dissolve. Nat almost felt as if she were in a Saharan desert: Mekanikle's energy output was so intense that she could see a heatwave in front of her? Thankfully, it was more of an annoyance than anything. She then followed the trail of insects, wondering where it lead...Before encountering Mekanikle's butt. Was this it? Was this the prank of some immature individual? It took a few minutes for her to realize that some sort of operating panel was on the robot's butt. A strange location, but Nat wouldn't judge. If she could only mess around with--
Mekanikle suddenly spun around, raising its leg as it kicked Lightning's side and sent it flying out of the theater. Nat thought that it had just felt embarrassed about having a mech stare at its butt, but no. This was merely the start of a flurry of attacks: Mekanikle left the theater and stared at Lightning. Then, a small sparkle of light came from the mech's head. The sparkle was ridiculously tiny as it flew towards Nat at a decent speed. What was it, some sort of tracker? Nat was so intrigued that she just let it collide. Once it did, Lightning started sparkling. It was kind of pretty, a look that Nat could definitely appreciate. However, what she would not appreciate was Mekanikle pointing its arm upwards.
"Lock on buster initialized. Badge signal received. Open fire." Mekanikle muttered, firing numerous blasts in the air. Nat felt as if it was a waste: Why miss on purpose? It was then that she saw that the blasts were curving in direction, homing towards Lightning. The sparkling aura was letting the blasts track Lightning somehow! A rain of pure energy was now buffeting Nat, threatening to end the fight with one swift motion.
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Post by Nat on Sept 27, 2018 9:30:47 GMT
Natalie felt the impact of the explosion, but mostly through the visuals of Mekanikle demolishing the whole length of the theater wall. Her own mech was mostly safe and sound, but at what cost? The other mechs were knocked over left and right, forced to serve as its cushions. She was particularly pleased to see The Brainwasher lying completely upside down in a humiliating pose, and she was more than glad to leave it untouched in that state as Lightning rounded on Mekanikle…and saw the hornets gathering around its butt.
Oh you can’t be serious. Natalie was about to deliver a kick to said butt and leave Giorgio unattended for making such a bad joke when she saw something that shouldn’t have existed on any tasteful mech’s rear - an operating panel? She frowned. Really? That’s what he wanted her to break? Well. It didn’t matter. She was going to do some butt kicking either way, the panel was just an added benefit…?!
Like a humiliated maiden who had its privates exposed without consent, Mekanikle retaliated before Natalie could proceed with her plan, kicking Lightning out of the theater and lighting it up with some sort of blinker. Cute, but she soon realized its true purpose as Mekanikle’s subsequent attacks started tracking Lightning’s body autonomously!
Lightning fired a few times into the foray, knocking out some blasts like giant fireworks until the concentration grew too thin for it to aim blindly. The best course of action right now was to knock out the blinker, but she’d need an extra pair of hands for that…besides, there might be some use to those blasts still!
Natalie hadn’t forgotten about Mekanikle’s butt - or rather, the panel - yet. She circled around Mekanikle, trying distract the mech and mask her intentions while keeping the distance between Lightning and the blasts in check. Lightning closed in on Mekanikle when the opportunity presented itself, swooping down in a sharp dive, straight at Mekanikle’s behind, only pulling up and swerving away at the very last second. With some luck, a few blasts would dig right into the panel while the rest kissed the ground.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Sept 27, 2018 19:39:33 GMT
Simon took all of Luna's words in, although she ought to know by now that he held nothing against her. He completely understood her reasoning, after all; she was scared. Hell, he was too. She had every right to be...sometimes even he wonders if they're doing the right thing, but what matters now is helping the others for the mistakes he made. Her Stand wasn't worthless at all; a Stand is only as good as its user, and Luna was one of the bravest people he's eve-
Simon's thoughts were cut off instantly by Spike's interruption, the boy slightly annoyed but hoping Luna had caught everything he was thinking before then. He still wasn't sure about letting them help, especially with the type of mad man Reichmann was, but he couldn't really argue with them seeing as how he was barely standing on his two feet as it is.
The two help him out of the base, Luna talking about some sort of ride that left him even more confused. Did they take a card? Where even wh-
Oh. A cloud of dust billows around the pair, Simon already taking a wild guess as to who it is once it all settles. Well...at least she was okay, if not still obnoxious. He nearly protested to Tomato's demand, about to offer up Spike in the front but Luna simply pushed him forward and there wasn't much else to be said. He did have to admit, though; it was a pretty cool ride.
"Well...l-let's see...they were supp-pp-posedly looking for the control room. Now, I'm not sure where that would be in the school, but I'm g-guessing near the top. But who knows if th-they're still there. Our b-best play would be to head to the Theater; I don't know if R-reichmann knows about the mechs, but we c-could see if there's some way to contact the others there..."
Simon sits back in his seat, closing his eyes for a minute as he stretches his limbs. His whole body ached, his head in particular as he recalls everything Reichmann had done in the alleyway. His bones were bruised, his ribs felt cracked, and it started to ache if he concentrated too hard. He couldn't help but wonder how he would be of any use right now to Nat and Giorgio, even worse was the fact that he had inexplicably caused their danger. What was he going to do...
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Sept 28, 2018 14:13:51 GMT
Even the advanced cybernetics couldn't prepare the giant for the chokehold that was given by Lene. Thinking up the next step of the plan in a very rushed manner, considering he was going to be a very dead slab of meat of metal if he wouldn't anything. Then, he realized a very important thing. His arms were still flying, he was not restricted at all! Only by his will and wits. Smirking in the face of danger, the russian spoke out through the bandanna:
"If you can't tell, I am smirking right now. Because your focus fucking sucks, mook. Always a mook, always a mediocre fool."
At the same time, the pair of arms that were flying around went right at Lene's head! One of them snatched off the shades off Lene's face, while the other one poked rather forcefully in the eyes of the opponent.
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Post by MoeSenpai on Sept 29, 2018 15:17:43 GMT
"Oh look, you found it. Colour me surprised." Giorgio muttered while he was just laying in his uncomfortable bed and witnessed the fight from his remote. "Hey, watch out where you crashing in dumbass!" He yelled when he noticed his mech being hit. Out of anger he bumped a couple of his hornets into her front window. This will teach her."Hopefully no-boobs isn't going to destroy that mech. I would like to take it with me after this fight... This beast is just too awesome to not take it with me. All the things I could learn from it... Man, earth technology sure is awesome." The blonde engineer drooled when he thought about all the things he would be able to do with the mech. He would just need Nat to destroy it and free Giorgio.
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Post by dad on Oct 2, 2018 21:57:22 GMT
"What are you scheming?" Lene asked, wondering what Alex was planning before being met with a vicious assault. His visor was stolen as his eyes were poked out. Alex was confident that he had succeeded in blinding his opponent, but something felt odd. It was as if his fingers couldn't reach the eyes...Why? "Pathetic." Lene then stated, taking advantage of Alex's confusion and releasing the hold. After doing that, he grabbed Alex by the waist and proceeded to suplex the Russian. They hit the floor head first, blood trickling out of their ears and nose as Lene kicked their downed stomach for good measure. Lene now towering above him, Alex was at the man's mercy. He was horrified when he saw the man's visage.
"If all you can do is insult and complain, then you're nothing more than a sore loser." Lene spat, picking up his shades from the floor as it was revealed that he had no eyes. Only empty sockets were there. Could it be...Lene was fighting him blind?! "You haven't lost anything, unlike me. You do not know defeat." He stated as he treaded on Alex's palm. "Listen, I'll tell you this. No-one can always win. Everyone experiences defeat. After you lose, there are two choices: To rot or to ascend. When you are at your lowest, your true self is revealed!" He exclaimed in his now bronze armor. The effect of Barbie Girl was waning as Lene started to rub his armor some more with his Stand's detergent. Unfortunately, Alex could not take advantage of that due to his vulnerable position.
"I already lost once. Instead of rotting like you rebels, I took my chances to ascend! If only everyone else had done the same...If that had happened..." Lene's fists were quivering. "THEN WE WOULDN'T BE ON THIS ROCK IN THE FIRST PLACE!!" He screamed, kicking Alex in the face and sending him flying. "...Not like a worm like you will understand. Humans understand the worth of gold, but insects do not. Let's just get this over with. It is clear that this fight is mine: Give yourself up." Lene stated, advancing forward as he was ready to subdue Alex. The Russian was heavily injured, perhaps challenging Lene wasn't such a bright idea after all. Still, he felt as if he had to slow down his opponent for a while: If Alex tried to escape, Lene would most certainly pursue him. He couldn't let such a dangerous foe learn of the true identities of the students!
The car's engine kicked in as Simon was thankful that he had a seat belt when his entire body started feeling like jello. Tomato's car sure packed a punch, but he still felt a bit pathetic to squirm like that just because of a vehicle. He had to be strong, especially when he was fighting a foe like Reichmann. He was a liability for now, but he couldn't let the others consider him one. He was still a rebel after all. Mary noticed his dull look, taking off her eyes from the wheel a moment and tapping his shoulder. "Cheer up, emo kid. This is your first and last chance to be in a ride this good after all!" She boasted about her vehicle yet again...Or was she legitimately trying to raise his spirits. Who knew? What Simon knew for sure however was that Tomato should have turned back to the wheel because some man with a bike was right in front of them! Wait, a bike...?
It was Reichmann! He was headed towards the theater as well!
"Ram him! Ram. Him!" Headphones shouted in the back, kicking Mary's seat as the redhead finally looked back to the front.
"Wait, wha--Aaaah!" She screamed, afraid of ramming someone with her Ferrari. Most likely she was more worried about damaging the car than hurting someone with it. She suddenly braked, launching the others forward a bit as their belts reined them in. Reichmann, however, noticed the vehicle and suddenly stopped a few meters away from the car.
"You punks think you're being funny, breaking the law in front of a cop?" He shouted, getting off his vehicle and about to walk towards the Ferrari. No doubt he was going to inspect it! This was bad, Simon still couldn't use his Stand in his current state and Reichmann knew both his and Mary's faces. They had to get out immediately.
"Okay, keep calm..." Luna ordered, despite sweating herself. "I'm going to get out and talk to him. I'll distract him, giving you enough time to take him out from a distance." She said, about to get out of the car...before Spike suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Hold on!" A new idea dawned to him as he smirked. "I've got an idea!" He declared, proudly taking out a bunch of items from his pockets. A fake mustache, a pair of groucho glasses, a scarf...Theater props! It was obvious that Spike was obsessed with the play, but why was it suddenly relevant now? "I've been thinking...Since most of you hate practicing after class, why not practice during class instead?" This idiotic idea made Simon almost chuckle...Until he realized that Spike was deadly serious. "So I got these props so that all of you could pretend to be characters in class. The more you practiced by being different actors, the more experience would have gotten from the play! Anyways...Use these as disguises!" He said, tossing the props at Simon and Mary as he suddenly hid under the seat. "That cop is probably gonna talk to the driver so it's up to you." He winked at the duo and gave them a thumbs up before tapping Luna.
"...This is stupid." Luna muttered, about to just leave the vehicle before realizing that Reichmann had covered quite the distance. "Damn it. Retard wasted too much of my time...!" She thought, reluctantly deciding to hide as well as the cop was finally about to reach the car.
"God, this is just...Ugh." Mary complained, staring at the ridiculous props. "Here, you can have this." She shouted, handing the groucho glasses and stache over to Simon. She just wore a scarf around her face, covering her bottom half. She then wore a large beanie above her head, hiding her red hair as she slowly raised the car window.
"C-Can I help you, officer?" Out of the blue, Tomato suddenly started appearing meek and scared. This act...She had probably put it a lot of times while trying to get away with her bull during class. Simon wasn't exactly the best actor, but Mary certainly deserved admiration for her talent at it.
"Yes." Reichmann blurted out, rudely slamming his palm on the car's front. "Who the fuck told you that you could drive here and where the fuck is your license?" He asked, waiting for Tomato to hand over her documents.
"Eeek!" Mary shrieked, pretending to be frightened as she tried to buy time for her next move. "Fuck! If he sees my face on the license, it'll be over!" She thought. Indeed, there didn't be to seem a way out. Regardless, Mary would not go down without a fight: There had to be a way to fool Reichmann. All she could do now was buy time. "S-Scary! Simone, help!" She screamed, suddenly lunging at Simon and wrapping her arms around his neck while burrowing her face in his chest. The boy would be flustered, of course, but he had to keep appearances, lest his perfect groucho glasses fall off and reveal his true identity. "If he sees my license, it's over. Make something up." Mary whispered next to Simon's chest, stomping his foot in order to 'warn' him of her message.
"Oh, bother." Reichmann yawned, annoyed at the melodrama. "I'm not a dinosaur, miss. I don't eat people, I just respect the law. The law you clearly broke. Now give me your license so that I can give you a fine already..." He extended his arm.
"...Warning: Threat is taking evasive maneuvers. Chances of successful evasion: 0.96%. T.W.I.N.K.L.E. Homing System has been implemented." Mekanikle ranted, observing Lightning's movements as it remained still. In its eyes, it was only a matter of time before the rebel mech's speed was overwhelmed by the numerous projectiles. When Lightning approached the mech, however, Mekanikle raised its arms in an effort to defend itself. Lightning quickly retreated afterwards, causing Mekanikle to tilt its head in confusion before it noticed the nearby beams headed in its direction...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"Ow. Ow. Ow."
Giorgio felt the room shake, being blasted from wall to ceiling before he suddenly slammed on the cold, hard bed. An inactive person like him could barely handle this much movement, his joints being in pain as he struggled to get up. However, just as he was about to get off the bed...The thing suddenly started sliding. The hinges had been broken off! Giorgio was now on the equivalent of a sled, being flung in all directions as Mekanikle received more damage. It was too much, the bed eventually crashing through a weakened structure of the mech and causing Giorgio to pop out of Mekanikle as if he had just erupted from a giant pinata. The blondie landed right on top of Lightning's cockpit, Nat not being amused as she had to stare at Giorgio's ugly mug yet again. However, she was quite pleased as Mekanikle's remaining energy blasts still went after Lightning's sparkly trail...Which meant that the beams were also targeting Giorgio now. Good, maybe she could have that yellow monkey dance for her amusement.
"[R-ARM] = DEST%&23YED. [L-ARM] = DA£/*A23MAGED. BZZZT. [R-LEG] = @$&/#8..." Mekanikle blurted out barely recognizable words as its right arm had been rendered unusable. The rest of its body was still operational, but it had certainly taken quite the amount of damage. Unfortunately, the blasts missed their true target: The control panel. Nat wondered if a successful hit to that part of the body could have disabled the mech once and for all. "Limiter removal...ACCEPTED." The mech then muttered, Nat wondering what it meant before the roar of an engine could be heard. The ground then trembled as dust was being kicked off while flames appeared underneath Mekanikle's feet. It was flying! Flying like a rocket as it rose above the skies! Nat could barely see it, the mech appearing as a tiny inkblot in the distance as she wondered what it was planning.
"Commencing aerial bombardment."
Soon, Mekanikle started to return. Very, very quickly. It was coming down so fast that flames had started to surround it. It was going to ram Lightning like that?! That much speed combined with the altitude and the weight...Okay, no way Nat could solve that, but Giorgio could! If Mekanikle landed, it would most likely result not only in their demise, but an enormous crater! The collision had to be stopped at all costs!
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Post by killeroftheminge on Oct 3, 2018 17:58:04 GMT
Simon wasn't the best actor; this much Spike already knew. Simon also wasn't amazing in tense situations like this; this much EVERYONE knew. So seeing Reichmann approach their vehicle caused Simon to freeze in place, eyes widening as he slunk into his seat. What the hell were they going to do?! Luna's plan seemed simple enough, albeit dangerous in its own right, but Spike's seemed downright suicidal. No way was he going to fall for groucho glasses and a mustache! But, the villain was already fast approaching, and there weren't many options they had here. Begrudgingly he slipped the glasses on, feeling downright embarrassed by the mere thought that these were an official disguise but he'd have to make due.
Tomato was up first and her plan was instantly shot. Of course he'd ask for a license, did she think he cared about women showing weakness? At any rate, she instantly threw the ball in Simon's court, playing up her part by burying her face in his chest and pulling him close. Tomato was very rude, selfish, bratty and some might even say downright evil...But the fact of the matter is, Simon has never had a girl latch onto him like this before, the display causing his cheeks to blush from behind the bushy fake mustache and his heart pounding behind his chest, something Tomato could undoubtedly hear and would no doubt tease (or worse, punish him) for it later. Still, he had a job to do, a fact she reminded him of by crushing his toes once more.
"Yeep! ...this, eh...sir, this be, oh how do I say...em...embarrassing? Y-yes, I believe that is the word," Simon says, looking Reichmann dead in the eyes. It was a rather clever move on his part. More than anything, Simon's stammer would give him away; it was an impediment he had come to accept a long time ago, but it was just as identifying as his face. How do you disguise such a damning trait? Act like English isn't your first language.
"See, she has no-no-no license! Findlebunk, that is the word!" He continues, adding nonsense so Reichmann couldn't pinpoint any specific accent to catch him. "She has no license because...because she knows not how d-driving work! She is wife, see, and she...She eh, she never pass the test. I help her practice, see, but ah...y-you know the woman, she get scared over...over uh...on t-tip of my tong-Spider! Salamala, that is it! Eight legged beastie make her scream, see, and she press down on p-pedal. Say what y-you will about them, but she have quite the big s-steppers, no?" Simon adds a chuckle after this, a rather weak one, but a chuckle nonetheless. "I believed it be easier to t-teach here, gorgonzoa, since n-no many drive here, but I guess not good lesson? I p-promise to stay behind wheel, no p...problemo," he says, screaming internally in his mind as to how he almost messed up that last one. He was sure the others were groaning from the attempt, but it was the best he could do.
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Post by Nat on Oct 5, 2018 14:48:52 GMT
It seemed that Mekanikle was far from damaged with just a few hits, but something did fly out of it...spun in the air...then landed splat on Lightning's cockpit and filled the screen with Giorgio's shameless face. Natalie's first reaction was to flick him off like a fly, but she didn't want to accidentally flick him into one of Mechanikle's blasts and blow him up for real. Besides, it was satisfying enough just to watch him scrambling around trying to dodge all the projectiles.
'I can't promise you anything, not with Mekanikle looking like that.' Natalie made another sharp turn, narrowly avoiding the blasts as she directed Giorgio's attention to the shining Mekarocket high up in the air. 'It's going to destroy itself along with us if it lands, unless you can find the tracker it placed on Lightning and get it to the panel. You know, the important looking one that just so happens to be on its butt.' She rolled her eyes as she said this. Mechanics, scientists. They all turned out to be a perverted bunch.
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Post by MoeSenpai on Oct 8, 2018 18:10:28 GMT
It didn't happen often that Giorgio was catapulted out of a mech. And after this experience he would hope this would never happen again. Not only was the beginning pretty harsh and painful, the landing was pretty painful as well. "Oh... Hi Nat..." Giorgio muttered and rubbed his head. Thank god he didn't break anything. But it didn't seem like this was the end of everything. But it didn't just end here. Nat did manage to hit Mekanikle hard, yeah. She also managed to free Giorgio... What she did not manage to do was incapatitate the mech. And now he began his counter attack. Fortunately it seemed like Nat more or less knew how to stop their imminent death.
"H-Huh? It's gonna do what? God damn it... Where is the damn tracker?" The young engineer immediately began to search for anything that resembled a damn tracker. He would have to find it quickly in order to survive and to keep the mech intact. It would be a shame if Mekanikle just destroyed itself like this? "So where is this stupid thing...?" Giorgio climbed all around Nat's Mech like some sort of Monkey...
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Oct 12, 2018 16:03:33 GMT
"Ha! Got you! Wait, wha-"
Alex was preplexed to feel that there was nothing in Lene's sockets. That momentary confusion proved to be damning, as the giant was repeatedly beaten, smashed and crushed. Some very rational part of him was screaming to get up and run, in obvious panic. To try again sometime later. But... this would be the way of the coward. He would abandon his comrades, allies, his friends just to live. To do that after all the trials and hardships? It would go against the character of the Russian. Gasping in pain, the giant stood up as quickly as he could. Something was very familiar about this, to be injured so far, just like in the mast mission.
"Ghh... You keep talking about the what-ifs, could-bes and the choices other should have done. Well, fool, why did you give up then? Why did you not fight for your cause? Why did you not fight till the last breath!"
Accelerating around the room, desperately trying not to get caught in the grasp of the armored man, the Slav contnued his spiel:
"You honestly look like some beach surfer, with that constant reapplying of oil on your armor. What's the matter, afraid to show your true self? Scared that nobody will accept you for what you are? Well, be scared some more, gold digger."
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Post by dad on Oct 15, 2018 18:01:12 GMT
Veins popped as Lene heard Alex's taunts. "Enough! If you insist on shifting your burden towards others...Then you don't deserve to live!" The man screamed, placing their hands on the floor as they prepared to lunge at Alex like a football player. The tackle was successful, the Russian now being dragged across the hallway before the two collided on an elevator door. Lene's Stand was strong, far too strong. The door didn't hold, being pushed forward as it fell while the two were suddenly free falling in an elevator shaft.
DRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Alex then heard an obnoxious, grinding noise as he turned around and saw that Lene was using his boots and fingers to stop his fall! Thanks to the strength of his Stand, he was able to gain a stable hold. Alex, on the other hand, had to improvise...
Giorgio climbed on Lightning like some sort of pesky roach, scuttling around as he searched for the fabled tracker. After a few minutes of intense searching, he eventually found it. Some sort of miniature bug-like device was embedded on Lightning's leg, emitting a constant stream of particles that sparkled. They were probably akin to chaff or flares, except that their signals lured blasts towards them instead of pushing them away. A cunning device. Perhaps it was worth studying?
Unfortunately, Giorgio was climbing on a mech that Nat was piloting. Mekanikle started firing several blasts during its precipitation. Blasts of energy that looked like blue meteors started to land around the area, attempting to hit...Giorgio. The tracker was in his hands after all. Nat might get some amusement out of seeing the fool run for his life, but she still needed him to defeat Mekanikle...A tough choice awaited her.
Reichmann cringed inside upon realizing what exactly he was dealing with. "Oh, great. I have to deal with a bunch of fucking foreigners now? Goddamnit, can't all this garbage just disappear?" He wondered, frustratingly scratching his head. He then sighed and started to carefully explain the situation to Simon. "Sir, this is a private area. Lesson or no lesson, you do realize that you're inside a school, right? A bunch of rules have been broken...Probably." He muttered, actually having no idea about how many laws the couple had broken. After all, he was a cop in name only.
Meanwhile, the inhabitants of the car were having confused reactions at Simon's attempt to keep Reichmann busy. "...This is the best he could come up with? Ugh..." Luna thought, ready to pop out at any time. There was no way Reichmann would fall for such a simple excuse.
"That was...great! Simon's acting has really improved since last time...I better write down some of these lines somewhere. Could implement them..." Spike whispered, taking out a notepad and scribbling a few things down.
Meanwhile, Tomato was patiently awaiting Reichmann's next move. She could not help but slightly giggle at Simon's bullshit, however. It was an amusing excuse at the very least. "Wife? You wish." She smirked inside at that foolish thought as she buried herself deeper in the boy's chest to hide her smile. It was then that she heard the palpitations emanating from Simon's heart. What a sad little virgin! Maybe she should whip him up into shape after this...
"Uh, do-you-understand, sir?" Reichmann explained in very specific English. It was clear he wanted to make sure an 'immigrant' could understand what he was saying. "You-have-to-pay...The fine." He took out a ticket, handing it over to Simon as he tapped his toes and waited for the groucho glassed freak to reply.
6-600 Martian Dollars??!?
That was like a whole month's worth of rent. Where was Simon supposed to get that money? He could try to make up an excuse, but he didn't know what Reichmann would do if he couldn't pay. That being said...Who said he had to pay right now? If he could distract the man for a while as he found a way to get money somewhere else. Maybe he could convince Reichmann to let someone go to 'fetch' something?
Of course, summoning the clone would be hard with Reichmann's attentive gaze glued at him. He had to figure out a distraction. The closest thing to him was...Mary Tomata. Maybe...Just maybe he could do something with what little he had.
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Post by killeroftheminge on Oct 19, 2018 17:49:02 GMT
6-600?! Simon's never even dreamed of holding that much money on him at once, how was he supposed to pay that much right here and now?! There was no way this was the real price of a ticket, Reichmann was just a cruel man that loved taking advantage of poor foreigners...well, people pretending to be foreigners, but he he didn't know that! What were they supposed to do, how were they gonna come up with 600 martian dollars...
"Uh, what's a that? Oh...oh, excuse me one second mr. nice officer p-police, the wife, she needs the consoling, one second hehehe," Simon says, grabbing Tomato and whipping them both around so they're facing away from Reichmann.
"We d-don't have that kind of cash, w-we've got to think of something!" He whispers, his eyes flitting around the area for something they could do. Some kind of distraction, anything so they could string something together...
"Oh y-yes, adoring little t-omato pie, of course, take little...um, oh Joaquim, little Joaquim to the trunk, his favorite toy is in there. Wouldn't want the baby having the fit, right?! Ho ho ho," Simon says, gently shoving Tomato away as he points at Spike. "Unless you've got the m-money on you, pickpocket Reichmann! We c-can be out of here before he notices, but we c-c-can't waste anymore time! It's probably in his car, Luna and I will distract him," He says, before turning back to smile at Reichmann once more.
"Now, to complete the tickets, yes? Yes, that...that is b-b-b...word is tricky, best! Now let's see, of course, always keep wallet on underside of car, safest place for it you know!" Simon says, running around to the trunk himself to see if there was some kind of car jack he could use. Now, he's never actually worked on a car before, but that might work in their favor; after all, the longer he took, the more time Mary and Spike had to get the 600.
"Let us see...this doohickey, is p-p-..pastaprima, no, uh, Perfect! Stand back my police f...friend, I'll get the money in the no times!" Simon says again, his accent as horrible as ever, but hopefully Luna could help him in realizing if Reichmann was getting too suspicious. He began the process of fitting the jack onto the underside of the car, his own mind not sure exactly where it was supposed to go, but that could only prolong their time.
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Oct 19, 2018 20:32:44 GMT
"Aaaagh! You crazy son of a bitch! Who the hell pushes people into elevators!" Alex quickly realized that they were falling into the elevator shaft. "Or elevator shafts! seriously, Mr. Surfer, tone down your crazy antics!"
The giant couldn't help but splash his arms in exasparation, as he saw Lene using his fingers and legs to stop falling. With a snap of his fingers, one of the arms was once more enveloped in Cryoshell's light. Steadily, the the power behind the fall stopped. Using the other cybernetically-enhanced arm to grab into stone and take a break, however brief from fighting. Sighing, the russian looked up at where Lene was and shouted, trying to garner his crazed attention:
"Oi, Mook-surfer! I can go on like this for quite a while. You sure you will keep up with the beaten, battered down me? Or will you just be a weak chicken? Cheep cheep cheep cheep."
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Post by Nat on Oct 21, 2018 15:24:13 GMT
It was hard trying to stay clear of the blasts and somehow make sure she didn’t shake Giorgio off at the same time. Time was ticking, and Natalie was beginning to throw antsy when she saw Giorgio close in on a sparkling tracker. ‘Oh there it is!’ She exclaimed, almost missing the sound of Mekanikle firing above her.
Several more blasts rained down, radiating blue energy that lit up the inside of her cockpit through the screens. Natalie pulled Lightning out of the way, but they followed, and now that she knew where the tracker resided, she could see clearly that they were going after the little gadget in Giorgio’s hands.
Lightning reached down and grabbed Giorgio by the back of his uniform, pulling him up until he was dangling at eye level with the cockpit. The meteors changed course slightly to account for Giorgio’s new coordinates, growing bigger by the second.
‘You’d better let go of that. Or I’ll have to let go of you.' Natalie spoke through the speakers. She was both concerned and amused, okay, more concern than amusement, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t getting at least a shred of satisfaction seeing Giorgio held between Lightning’s fingers like a bug. But they do have the Mekanikle problem to take care of, and Giorgio did have the perfect weapon for that.
‘So what’s it going to be, pretty boy?'
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