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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 15 2015, 06:02 PM (560 Views) | |
| Icarus | Oct 15 2015, 06:02 PM Post #1 |
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There certainly was a dance about to start. Elo moved quietly past the slowly growing crowd. His deep purple cape fluttered quietly, his black mask with indigo tattoo designs made his lavender skin pop by contrast. This wasn't his scene. The DJ had more computers than music, and something about the fractal pattern of his mask made Elo think there wouldn't be much he would enjoy. Probably a lot of techno or grunge/synth stuff. No, not his style. Instead he moved north and started a slow counter-clockwise meander through the manor. A locked door. He peered through the leaded crystal windows. Was that a pool table? Huh, that must be nice. A few more strides, and another locked door. It... was that a movie theater lobby? No way, this guy had his own movies! Elo shoved his hands in his pants as his mood soured. Here he was, rich living right in front of him, and he was stuck in a silly school dormitory that he had to share. He deserved to have stuff like this! His race had lived just as long as humans, it wasn't fair that they should be pushed away from such... "Ugh," he nearly shouted with disgust. |
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| Lord Massacre | Oct 19 2015, 01:22 PM Post #2 |
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Whether the music playing was grunge or synth is irrelevent, as two more guests who had come in weren't staying for it. One of them was dressed in a varied attire of wardrobe taken from The Doctor, including the hat, the scarf, the bowtie, and more. His mask was a moebuis strip and an infinity sign at once. The other appeared EXACTLY like Unicron, but was scaled down to fit through doorways and such. Weston Vantago, an actual Timelord, and the Nemesis... A bizarre duo, just wandering around while Weston scans around with a Sonic Screwdriver. Yes, an actual one, thank you.) Weston: Yes, I'm afraid cross-dimensional travel is closed at the moment, maybe for all the moments. Nemy: Damn. I thought perhaps your timecraft could put me back home, but if a lateral move is out of he question... Dammit. (It should be noted that this Unicron had a teenaged girl's voice, rather deadpan, but the reason she was wearing this costume - or rather, she had formed it - because she was a nanite-infused battle machine originally made to do what Unicron DID. She had been damaged and thrown from her dimension, though, during a battle.) Weston: I could give you a hand here, but I would have to be assured that you don't disrupt things in THIS dimension due to my actions. As we've established, you're a very dangerous little girl. Nemy: Technically, a very large girl, or the potential to be, but that is not important. Moving on from that, what do you expect to find here? Weston: I don't know... This place has a peculiar feel to it. Usually when that occurs, there's something wrong with either space or time or both. I have to root it out. (They had been walking in the opposite direction of Elo while having this conversation, but things being the way that they are, they would run into him soon enough.) Edited by Lord Massacre, Oct 30 2015, 03:01 AM.
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| Icarus | Oct 29 2015, 04:26 PM Post #3 |
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The lights go out! Darkness permeated by cries of surprise are drowned out by a masterful rendition of a famously ominous organ piece. A booming guffaws echo in the enclosed space. An enormous, glowing, Oz-like head materializes from thin air. A sinister grin of perfect white teeth. A manicured pointed beard, handlebar mustache, and a pair of goggles adorn this giant head. A black top hat, from which sprouts a thin mechanical arm holding a monocle in place before the left eye. "Greetings, my guests! I am pleased beyond words you could attend my little... soiree." The head enunciated the word as if tasting it's hidden meanings. "It is I, your host! Doctor Evil Von Satanburger. Tonight you have fallen into my trap!" The Doctor chortles darkly. "I have created a series of dissonance engines and will activate them... five seconds ago. NONE OF YOU WILL HAVE ACCESS TO YOUR POWERS WHILE YOU RESIDE IN MY DOMAIN! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!" He brought his laughter under control, only to inhale deeply and continue his monologue. "Calling for help will be useless. No signals in nor out. Escape? HAH! Force-fields, baby! Anyone with any weapons may keep them, but attack my staff and my army of GHOSTLY-POSSESSED ROBOT SERVANTS will gang up and ground-pound you into next week!" Doctor Von Satanburger giggles ominously to himself. "Solve the mysteries of my manor, and maybe I'll let you free. You have until the break of dawn. Anyone still in my manor will be trapped in the alternate dimensional void in which my estate naturally hails from. My honored guest, until the end of time! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!" The head explodes into fractals of holographic dust. The lights return to normal. |
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| Lord Massacre | Oct 30 2015, 03:07 AM Post #4 |
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(Well, this was certainly unexpected! Here they were, a timelord and a doom machine, wandering around the place, and suddenly they were thrust into plot and intrigue! Nemy in Unicron disguise sort of 'Hmph'd' at this madman's schtick. Weston was being a little more constructive. He pointed his Sonic Screwdriver at the nearest door - the Billiard Room - and activated! Aaand after a minute or so after that, he called it quits. His screwdriver was being blocked from usefulness. It made the funny noise, but it was unable to function...) Weston: This is awkward. I've stormed military bases with this. Nemy: A poor workman blames his tools. Weston: Oh? And what about you? Nemy: Since I'm in humanoid form and this drive is disrupting things, I don't have any tools. Weston: Well, I still have a few. He can't disrupt the contents of my pockets. (Weston pulled out some lockpicks and got to work on the Billiard Room door.) Edited by Lord Massacre, Oct 30 2015, 03:08 AM.
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| Icarus | Nov 9 2015, 03:11 AM Post #5 |
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"That place is off-limits." Elo stared at the strange pair, hands in his pockets and his gaze flat and unconcerned. "You're just going to get in trouble. Probably get a few of us attacked." He scratched his nose and flicked something to the side. *click* The billiard room door swung gently with but a whisper. Elo's eyes drifted upward. Alright, he admitted to himself that he was curious. "Well... I mean, if the door is open..." But he sure as Hell wasn't going in first. |
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| Lord Massacre | Nov 20 2015, 09:38 PM Post #6 |
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"That place is off-limits. You're just going to get in trouble. Probably get a few of us attacked." Weston: Now now, they're the ones who invited us, then decided take our powers and doom us all. Can't be blamed for snooping around now. (CLICK! Eureka! They were in. What'd they have here, then? Well, it looked like a fully-stoked billiard and card table setup. So, think of a pool hall and a gambler den smacked together. Weston walked in, scoping out the joint, followed by Weston: Fancy a game? Nemy: I'll win. Weston: How so? Nemy: A perfect record of everything on the subject of games. I was required to know of such amusements at the time of programming. Weston: Ah, so you think you would beat a Timelord, genius of geniuses and precise in movement, at a game of pool? Nemy: You're not a faultless being. I'm the one with precision. Weston: Really now. I'd like ot put that to the test...but then what does our friend do, then? (They looked over at Elo. The truth is, they were sort of arguing, but Weston was looking around the room for things out of place.) Weston: Well...I could get into a card game, provided the Dandy Man doesn't show up. |
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| Icarus | Dec 10 2015, 11:25 PM Post #7 |
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Elo had stopped listening to them a while ago. Some big hullabaloo was going on upstairs, but even that had failed to nab his attention. A robot that looked perfectly human and something called a "timelord" were arguing in his vicinity, but they were hardly the most interesting thing in the room. No, he was much more interested in what the cards had in store. They were backed like a pack of Bicycle cards, but the first one Elo flipped over was anything but standard. Instead it was a modern, minimalist depiction of a very old metaphor. "The Tower," he read aloud, slowly, as if the word were new to him. In this context it was, because clearly whatever game had been intended, he had nary the faintest idea of the rules. He set the card down on the table, and suddenly the whole room began to shake! A voice boomed out!! ((skip to :54, watch to 1:15)) Elo jumped back as both the billiard table and card table burst into flames! He ran for the exit, only to find the enormous area had been cut away. The path back to the stairs was a single twelve-inch stone bridge over a hundred-foot drop into... oh gods, was that ACTUAL LAVA?! He stumbled back on shaky legs and looked to the once-arguing pair. "W-Well... now I guess you'll find out who's more dexterous." Edited by Icarus, Dec 10 2015, 11:29 PM.
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| Lord Massacre | Dec 15 2015, 12:43 AM Post #8 |
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"INFIDELS!!!" (Eh heh heh heh...oh shit. Things were pretty much okay-ish...insofar as a billiard room in an evil mansion could be...when suddenly, there was this big monstrous voice...) Weston: Hang on a mo, I remember this. I was down in a mystical cave with a man called Sinbad, and we- Nemy: I'm sorry, but we have no time for stories, Timelord! (Indeed, not. The tables burst into flames, the cue sticks were incinerated, and Weston's Magic 8-Ball burst in his pocket, leaking fluid in there. Worse than that, the outside of the room and the way back to the stairs was now no longer a hallway, but a reasonable recreation of the Indiana Jones 'Leap of Faith' bridge from The Last Crusade. However, they could SEE the bridge because it was underlit far below...by Dr. Evil's Patented Liquid-Hot Magma, magma so hot that villains cannot resist building a fortress or something over it.) "W-Well... now I guess you'll find out who's more dexterous." Nemy: That would be me, gyrostabilized and all. (Yes, the female-sounding Unicron should go first. She was an artificial being with very special care towards walking...since she lacked the ability to do so properly when she first landed. Small problem living in space all her life, but she got over it. Weston turned to Elo.) Weston: You go next. I've got this rather nagging issue with leaving people behind. Little issue with the Time War and all. Go! |
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