08-13-2016, 09:27 AM
End of Round 13
It seemed as if they’d won a moment’s respite, but that little calm ended with a thunderous explosion that shattered the group. Part of the ceiling caved as dazed primes scrambled to escape the domino effect that quickly brought down the wing of the office complex. With a grimace on his features, Karl dove hard from the path of the freefalling debris. He crashed down onto his right side and scowled as a wave of dust and powderized drywall rolled over his body.
Fresh suit…
Karl wondered if this particular group of primes had some sort of animal magnetism that drew in the sad, deranged remnants of the island’s population. The town should have been large enough to disperse the husks enough to make them a scant threat, but for some stupid, Kai-forsaken reason, the surviving primes were like walking zombie magnets.
I guess the male 18-34 demographic will appreciate this.
The executive producer made it back to his feet and shook the dust from his hair. Even in the din of combat and with the recent renovations, he remembered how to navigate the structure even though this was his first visit. As the census building was torn apart by one explosion after the next, Karl Jak slipped into a side hallway and made his way down toward the reinforced cellar. If the primes blew themselves into pieces, they at least wouldn’t drop the building down on his head.
“You walk fast for a guy in new shoes.”
Karl glanced over his head and smiled faintly at Mr. Wilson, who was leisurely making his way down the corridor. Behind the mercenary, Hiro could be spotted pulling himself out from under some rubble, but beyond the ebony cyber-samurai—can you imagine what people would pay for an action figure that does computer stuff, oriental stuff, and taps into the black demographic?[/i]—the hallway was a mess of debris.
“Separated?” The executive inquired, eliciting a slight bob of the noggin from Deadpool.
“You got it,” he remarked, cheerfully as Hiro, successful in freeing himself, stumbled up to his feet and made it to them. “They were crushed down by the might of sideplot.”
Karl furrowed his brow and stood silent for a moment before gesturing with his head. “What we need is in the vault. We should find it, so we can go help the others. Last thing I need is to deal with the grungy one breathing down my neck again. You’d think a girl would understand hygiene or breath mints.” Karl snickered at his own wit and started down the small, declining corridor into the basement.
When they reached the bottom of the landing, the Syntech producer reached over and thumbed a light switch. While the actual lights were beyond dead, the emergency supply of illumination flickered a few times before casting a pale yellow glow over the room. As Karl had expected, the vault was on the other side of the room, and despite the general calamity, it stood resolute like the overbearing metal sentinel that it was.
“Black Thunder?” Karl remarked as he turned back and held out his hand. After needing a moment to process the gesture, Hiro pulled out the small key and gave it to Karl. The executive turned back toward the vault and smiled. “Now are you going to show yourself?”
“I’m right here.” Deadpool even tapped a hand onto his chest and put the other onto Karl’s shoulder. “Have you gone full Ray Charles?”
Karl scowled and shook his head. “The Latina,” he remarked as he turned back into the room. “If you want, I can just have White Lightning blow this room, but that seems excessive.”
From the corner of the room, a figure stepped forth from the thin air, eliciting a mild squeal from Deadpool. “A ghost! A fiery, Latin fox ghost!”
Carmelita scowled at the mercenary’s antics and turned her focus on Karl Jak. “You’re under arrest.”
The executive producer smiled. “Sweetheart, I grew out of my cop phase a while ago… it just wasn’t doing anything for me.”
“You can joke, but I’ll see to it that you stand trial for what you’ve done here.”
Karl shook his head. “What I’ve done? My plane crashed and I had some bad dreams. The rest is the Omniverse. You want someone to blame? Blame our boss,” the producer pointed a finger up above their heads. “He didn’t have to program us to mutilate the world in our sleep.”
Carmelita’s facial expression didn’t waver. “I’ll find a charge and make it stick.”
The executive producer rolled his eyes. “Yes, in the ‘grand court of the Omniverse’? What’s next, will you bring down the Empire with the sword of ‘justice’? How about you go arrest King Aragorn for appointing known racists to positions of power and then letting them lord over their fiefdoms as if they were tiny little gods? How about Roland? The one who employs sociopaths and known killers as his police force? OH! Don’t forget Costa del Sol, because I guess that Vi woman who runs the place has a history of beating the crap out of people to keep them from committing crimes.” Karl paused for a moment to smile warmly at the scowling police officer. “This isn’t whatever world you came from, Mrs. Fox-Cooper. If you want to do some ‘good,’ you should go make your own verse, with your own little laws, because your badge doesn’t mean shit in the Omniverse. This isn’t a utopia. We’re some gods playthings, and you know what the only law is here in the Omniverse? The only real law?”
Carmelita didn’t have a chance to respond, even if a retort had been forming in her head.
“The law is that you entertain Omni. You really think he gives a fuck about how the Empire treats its poor? Or how the Kingdom treats is non-humans? He could stop that in the wink of an eye. If he thought I was vile, he could stop me with a snap of his fingers, but he doesn’t, does he? You know why?
“Because he gets off on all of this.”
Deadpool snickered somewhere behind Karl, who took a brief moment to smile at Mr. Wilson’s simple mind before turning back to Carmelita. “I’m many things, but I’m not a liar. Omni led me to this place. He gave me the will and the ability to make all of this, because he wanted me too. Why don’t you go arrest him? Why don’t you slap him in handcuffs and read him his Miranda Rights? I’m sure he’d find that entertaining. Hell, he might give you some extra juju just for making him chuckle.
“I don’t mind that you’re having some problems adjusting to this world and its rules, but you need to get the hell out of my way. Omni put me here to run my business, and right now, you’re in my way. You’re also in the way of Mr. Pool’s ‘prize’.”
At that, there was the sound of a katana being drawn from its sheath.
Red grimaced at the madness. He knew that Karl and some of the others were gone, but where they had left to, he didn’t know. In a matter of minutes, the census building and the surrounding structures had been shattered. Nanaki shook his head to try and clear away some of the haze, but there would be no solace for the beast. A string of explosions tore through something he couldn’t see through the cloud of debris that hung around the area.
The group had been fractured. Christa squinted as she fired Abner’s blaster at the dark shapes shambling in the dark gray haze around them. The shrieks that issued forth told her that her aim was still impeccable, even though the recent string of events had started to weigh heavily upon her. The machine—Colonel—stood tall and hacked down anything that tried to break into their location. Out in the streets in front of the ruined buildings, they could hear what had to be Okor and Fiara battling for their lives.
Trent, gun in his hands, took his shots as well. The young man had come a long way in the time since the plane crash, and each bullet he sent out seemed to find its mark. He couldn’t tell if he was killing the creatures out there, but he knew that he was doing his part for their group. As he swiveled to find another mark, he noticed something drop down from a nearby building. A beat later, that something stood up to reveal one hell of a large thing.
“Guys, we got a…”
Before Trent could finish his remark, a tendril shot through the fog and wrapped around his neck. Colonel spun and swung his sword, but he was too late to stop the young man from being dragged out from their position. Without skipping a beat, the soldier navi leapt over the rubble that had served as their barricade and went after the thing that had taken the secondary. Despite still feeling winded from his near brush with death, Abner was on his feet as well, taking Christa with him into the fray.
After the first twenty yards, they were out of the wreckage of the building and back into the street. Okor and Fiara could be heard on an adjacent street—the report of their weapons a clarion call against the din of combat. While their newfound associates were nearby, the group was focused on the eight-foot humanoid clutching Trent within its two meaty fists. Garbed in a green trench coat, the bald ‘man’ stared down at them—its beady black eyes conveying no human emotion. With a motion like someone snapping a twig, it tore the Trent in half, easily rending through his skin and muscle before tearing his spine away from his pelvis.
It seemed as if they’d won a moment’s respite, but that little calm ended with a thunderous explosion that shattered the group. Part of the ceiling caved as dazed primes scrambled to escape the domino effect that quickly brought down the wing of the office complex. With a grimace on his features, Karl dove hard from the path of the freefalling debris. He crashed down onto his right side and scowled as a wave of dust and powderized drywall rolled over his body.
Fresh suit…
Karl wondered if this particular group of primes had some sort of animal magnetism that drew in the sad, deranged remnants of the island’s population. The town should have been large enough to disperse the husks enough to make them a scant threat, but for some stupid, Kai-forsaken reason, the surviving primes were like walking zombie magnets.
I guess the male 18-34 demographic will appreciate this.
The executive producer made it back to his feet and shook the dust from his hair. Even in the din of combat and with the recent renovations, he remembered how to navigate the structure even though this was his first visit. As the census building was torn apart by one explosion after the next, Karl Jak slipped into a side hallway and made his way down toward the reinforced cellar. If the primes blew themselves into pieces, they at least wouldn’t drop the building down on his head.
“You walk fast for a guy in new shoes.”
Karl glanced over his head and smiled faintly at Mr. Wilson, who was leisurely making his way down the corridor. Behind the mercenary, Hiro could be spotted pulling himself out from under some rubble, but beyond the ebony cyber-samurai—can you imagine what people would pay for an action figure that does computer stuff, oriental stuff, and taps into the black demographic?[/i]—the hallway was a mess of debris.
“Separated?” The executive inquired, eliciting a slight bob of the noggin from Deadpool.
“You got it,” he remarked, cheerfully as Hiro, successful in freeing himself, stumbled up to his feet and made it to them. “They were crushed down by the might of sideplot.”
Karl furrowed his brow and stood silent for a moment before gesturing with his head. “What we need is in the vault. We should find it, so we can go help the others. Last thing I need is to deal with the grungy one breathing down my neck again. You’d think a girl would understand hygiene or breath mints.” Karl snickered at his own wit and started down the small, declining corridor into the basement.
When they reached the bottom of the landing, the Syntech producer reached over and thumbed a light switch. While the actual lights were beyond dead, the emergency supply of illumination flickered a few times before casting a pale yellow glow over the room. As Karl had expected, the vault was on the other side of the room, and despite the general calamity, it stood resolute like the overbearing metal sentinel that it was.
“Black Thunder?” Karl remarked as he turned back and held out his hand. After needing a moment to process the gesture, Hiro pulled out the small key and gave it to Karl. The executive turned back toward the vault and smiled. “Now are you going to show yourself?”
“I’m right here.” Deadpool even tapped a hand onto his chest and put the other onto Karl’s shoulder. “Have you gone full Ray Charles?”
Karl scowled and shook his head. “The Latina,” he remarked as he turned back into the room. “If you want, I can just have White Lightning blow this room, but that seems excessive.”
From the corner of the room, a figure stepped forth from the thin air, eliciting a mild squeal from Deadpool. “A ghost! A fiery, Latin fox ghost!”
Carmelita scowled at the mercenary’s antics and turned her focus on Karl Jak. “You’re under arrest.”
The executive producer smiled. “Sweetheart, I grew out of my cop phase a while ago… it just wasn’t doing anything for me.”
“You can joke, but I’ll see to it that you stand trial for what you’ve done here.”
Karl shook his head. “What I’ve done? My plane crashed and I had some bad dreams. The rest is the Omniverse. You want someone to blame? Blame our boss,” the producer pointed a finger up above their heads. “He didn’t have to program us to mutilate the world in our sleep.”
Carmelita’s facial expression didn’t waver. “I’ll find a charge and make it stick.”
The executive producer rolled his eyes. “Yes, in the ‘grand court of the Omniverse’? What’s next, will you bring down the Empire with the sword of ‘justice’? How about you go arrest King Aragorn for appointing known racists to positions of power and then letting them lord over their fiefdoms as if they were tiny little gods? How about Roland? The one who employs sociopaths and known killers as his police force? OH! Don’t forget Costa del Sol, because I guess that Vi woman who runs the place has a history of beating the crap out of people to keep them from committing crimes.” Karl paused for a moment to smile warmly at the scowling police officer. “This isn’t whatever world you came from, Mrs. Fox-Cooper. If you want to do some ‘good,’ you should go make your own verse, with your own little laws, because your badge doesn’t mean shit in the Omniverse. This isn’t a utopia. We’re some gods playthings, and you know what the only law is here in the Omniverse? The only real law?”
Carmelita didn’t have a chance to respond, even if a retort had been forming in her head.
“The law is that you entertain Omni. You really think he gives a fuck about how the Empire treats its poor? Or how the Kingdom treats is non-humans? He could stop that in the wink of an eye. If he thought I was vile, he could stop me with a snap of his fingers, but he doesn’t, does he? You know why?
“Because he gets off on all of this.”
Deadpool snickered somewhere behind Karl, who took a brief moment to smile at Mr. Wilson’s simple mind before turning back to Carmelita. “I’m many things, but I’m not a liar. Omni led me to this place. He gave me the will and the ability to make all of this, because he wanted me too. Why don’t you go arrest him? Why don’t you slap him in handcuffs and read him his Miranda Rights? I’m sure he’d find that entertaining. Hell, he might give you some extra juju just for making him chuckle.
“I don’t mind that you’re having some problems adjusting to this world and its rules, but you need to get the hell out of my way. Omni put me here to run my business, and right now, you’re in my way. You’re also in the way of Mr. Pool’s ‘prize’.”
At that, there was the sound of a katana being drawn from its sheath.
***
Red grimaced at the madness. He knew that Karl and some of the others were gone, but where they had left to, he didn’t know. In a matter of minutes, the census building and the surrounding structures had been shattered. Nanaki shook his head to try and clear away some of the haze, but there would be no solace for the beast. A string of explosions tore through something he couldn’t see through the cloud of debris that hung around the area.
***
The group had been fractured. Christa squinted as she fired Abner’s blaster at the dark shapes shambling in the dark gray haze around them. The shrieks that issued forth told her that her aim was still impeccable, even though the recent string of events had started to weigh heavily upon her. The machine—Colonel—stood tall and hacked down anything that tried to break into their location. Out in the streets in front of the ruined buildings, they could hear what had to be Okor and Fiara battling for their lives.
Trent, gun in his hands, took his shots as well. The young man had come a long way in the time since the plane crash, and each bullet he sent out seemed to find its mark. He couldn’t tell if he was killing the creatures out there, but he knew that he was doing his part for their group. As he swiveled to find another mark, he noticed something drop down from a nearby building. A beat later, that something stood up to reveal one hell of a large thing.
“Guys, we got a…”
Before Trent could finish his remark, a tendril shot through the fog and wrapped around his neck. Colonel spun and swung his sword, but he was too late to stop the young man from being dragged out from their position. Without skipping a beat, the soldier navi leapt over the rubble that had served as their barricade and went after the thing that had taken the secondary. Despite still feeling winded from his near brush with death, Abner was on his feet as well, taking Christa with him into the fray.
After the first twenty yards, they were out of the wreckage of the building and back into the street. Okor and Fiara could be heard on an adjacent street—the report of their weapons a clarion call against the din of combat. While their newfound associates were nearby, the group was focused on the eight-foot humanoid clutching Trent within its two meaty fists. Garbed in a green trench coat, the bald ‘man’ stared down at them—its beady black eyes conveying no human emotion. With a motion like someone snapping a twig, it tore the Trent in half, easily rending through his skin and muscle before tearing his spine away from his pelvis.
Quote:Deadpool and Hiro took 2 points of Accumulated Damage
Red and Christa took 4 points of Accumulated Damage
Okor and Fiara took 6 points of Accumulated Damage
Abner took 8 points of Accumulated Damage
Colonel took 6 points of Accumulated Damage
Okor has been eliminated from Final Prize Contention
Hiro Protagonist has been eliminated from Final Prize Contention
Carmelita ‘won’ Round 12
Red ‘won’ Round 13
Trent is dead.
Christa, Abner, and Colonel are confronted by the penultimate boss, who is based off of the T-00 of Resident Evil 2 fame (base off of. It isn’t actually the thing… Just felt the need to stress that since this is the Omniverse and all).
Red is nearby.
Fiara and Okor can join them (or not?) – your call
Carmelita, Hiro, and DP need to sort out their scene and then can do as they please.