Veiled Malice

"Cleaned up?" Ren asked, somewhat confused. "What do you mean by that?" Then it clicked in his head. "Oh, you mean the Nanowire from here. You might want to sit down, this is going to be a weird story." Ren took a unnecessary deep breath then started in on his explanation. "Grimalkin - that's her," he said, pointing to Lynn, "isn't who you think she is. Neither am I. We're both from a parallel dimension, same with another guy that came here, Icarus. We got sucked into some sort of rift in space due to an accident with his suit, and got dumped in 1972." He scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. "Some things happened back then, and I think we... inadvertently caused this future to happen."

That would be downright disastrous. Imagine the development costs on this project, money the studio would never recoup. That's a bullet in the leg, no doubt about it. I really hope that doesn't happen, and this is just Fox hold out for a settlement.

Daisuke could only look on in surprise as the angel described the horrors she'd seen here at the park. It was a good thing he didn't need to eat anymore, because he was pretty sure vomiting in front of everyone would be a big tip-off that he wasn't really up to the job at hand. The dead police officer was an even bigger shock, and Daisuke had to resist the urge to shudder. He had never seen a dead body before, even though he'd nearly been one once. "So... what do we do?" Mashin-kun asked, sounding very much like the little boy he was.

They waited until now to bring this up? *Harsh Language! Expletives! Comments about the parentage of the various executives at Fox!* Sorry for that. I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

Okay, we need to roll for init. Oh, and this is what the machine ants look like: They're crawling under your skinnn! :twisted: *Ahem* kidding.

The scuttling sound grew louder, but nowhere near as loud as the beating of Nightrival's heart. Every moment he stood there, with his ear against the wall trying to listen for any sign of something behind it, the red eyes drew inexorably closer, invoking a sense of dread deep within the man. Metallic claws scraping against the floors grew more pronounced, threatening to drown out his ability to tell if there was anywhere to escape to beyond the confines of the ventilated tomb the two heroes found themselves in. All of a sudden, he found it. A hollow section of wall next to a "Warning: Hot Surface" sign. Nightrival knew he could bust through, but with the mechanical... whatever they were closing in, he would be otherwise occupied. Even now, the things were coming out of every access port; thin, blade like legs tapping insistently against the floor. They seemed to be metallic ants of some kind, with small, segmented bodies and razor-sharp jaws. And they were converging on Nightrival and Grimalkin very quickly...

Any friend of Dr. Archeville... is someone we'll stay far away from. Welcome to the boards, man.

Daisuke breathed a sigh of relief when the angel said she wasn't a bad guy. One bullet dodged. Then another person showed up, this one a tough-looking black guy. It was obvious he and the angel didn't know each other, but he didn't seem to be all that threatening. Maybe he was out for a walk? He just watched as the two conversed for a moment, not sure of what to say in this situation. Then Daisuke remembered he was here to do a job. "Hey, are you guys here because of that news report? Those kids that got killed? That's why I'm here. I would have been here earlier, but it took me a while to get here from Southside. Plus there's no train stops nearby, so I had to jump off when it was going over an overpass. I'm just glad it was moving so slowly at the time. If it had been going more than 80, I might have actually had to tuck and roll, although I'm not sure about that because there was this one time when I got hit by a car that must have been going 60 and it only threw me into the bushes and I got confused for a while. It totally ruined my clothes, though, and Ren-kun said I shouldn't be so careless because money doesn't grow on trees, which is odd because trees are paper, so I don't really understand that." He blinked his eyes a couple times and looked back at the winged girl. "By the way, are you an angel?"

Technically, she wasn't a superhero. She was Rayner's girlfriend. And that's also part of the reason I've come to loathe DC.

"Yo, this here is R. Knight, an' I'm here to pimp yo demons!" :)

Since Mashin-kun doesn't have an actual description posted, I'll do it here: Except for the triangles under his eyes, that's what he looks like. He's very androgynous, so it's tough to tell if he's a boy or just an underdeveloped girl. He's also metallic, so he's got a definite sheen to his skin.

Daisuke almost squawked in surprise as another voice called out to him. Making even more noise, the metal boy scrambled over to the nearest piece of hard cover and hid behind it, trying to figure out where the person that had spoken was. Slowly, he poked his hat-covered head out. What he saw, however, took him aback. It looked like an angel was standing out in the open, with wings and everything! "Hello?" he replied, still in shock over the girl's appearance. "Um... you aren't a bad guy, are you?" He really hoped she wasn't. The last thing he wanted to do was beat up an angel. Imagine how much trouble he'd get in with Ren-kun!

I should have been even clearer. The robots/rats/etc can't shoot anything, so they're going to be marching towards you. It's fine if you want to post now, SB.

Okay, Mashin-kun's in the area. He's not very stealthy, so Mongrel Angel should be able to pick him up fairly easily.

Daisuke sat back, flipping through the channels on his adopted home's TV set. Turns out Renichi had some pretty good taste in audio/visual equipment. A 42" plasma was way more than the boy ever had growing up. Of course, growing up on the street, that was to be expected. The past couple months had been some of the best in the metal boy's life. Being reunited with his hero, Renichi, meeting up with his super cool girlfriend, Lynn, and finally getting a place to live meant that he was in heaven. He just wished Ren wasn't spending so much time with Lynn. And when they were together, they always made those weird kissy noises. Daisuke wrinkled his metallic nose. He hoped he never got that hung up on a girl. Just then, he flipped to a news report on... well, a murder, apparently. Daisuke slid forwards on the couch and turned the volume up. As the report went on, a smile slowly split his face. This was a job for Mashin-kun! He sprang to his feet and started gathering up his working clothes, dressing with all due haste so he could get on the job quickly. " Daisuke froze suddenly. " "" Renichi commented dryly. " "" Daisuke dashed for the door. "" Renichi rolled his eyes as Daisuke ran pell-mel out of the apartment before picking up the remote and turning the TV off. Just then, a redheaded girl with towels wrapped around her body and head came out of Renichi's bedroom, looking confused. "Where'd the squirt go?" "Had to get some air," Renichi replied. The girl just looked at him oddly. Daisuke made all possible speed for the Promenade, hitching a ride on the top of the monorail out of Southside to get there even faster. He had really come to enjoy his relative invulnerability when it came to little things like getting hit by bullets or cars as he hopped off the train while it was still moving. His feet hit the pavement of the abandoned underpass with teeth-rattling force, but he managed to regain his equilibrium after barely five seconds of uncontrolled rolling and flailing about. He was getting better at that. It only took a couple more minutes to hoof it the rest of the way the Promenade. He didn't really know what he was looking for, but he knew he know it when he found it. Or something.

1) You need to use a Standard action. It wouldn't make sense to get the next level otherwise. 2) Basically, to regenerate, you need to be doing something non-strenuous. Resting is pretty much the only action you can take. 3) It would be 11. You add in your CON bonus. 4) You know, I'm not sure on this one. I think Healing (the power) negates the need for a full-round actionm, but like I said, I'm not sure.

I want to use some harsh language here. Too bad this is a PG-13 board. Anyway, what the hell is up with Tony being a teenager? This is the influence of those damn animes, I swear to god. Apparently, the people that make these things don't think adults watch cartoons, and think kids need someone their age to "relate to". This is crap. I honestly don't care how good it is, I will not be able to wrap my head around some snot nose punk in an Iron Man outfit. This isn't Spiderman, Tony Stark isn't Peter Parker, and Pepper Pots isn't Mary Jane. Their shoehorning of established canon into a more pleasing shape will backfire, mark my words. Oh, and PS? The Mandarin looks like Queen Beryl. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Ren acknowledged the new arrival with a nod of his head, walking forward to meet Icarus's analogue in this world. "Magister, is it? Renichi Sonada." He extended his hand to shake the other man's. "You can call me Ren."

Sounds good to me.

Wow, lotta people coming back. This is pretty cool. Welcome, one and all! :)

Ren looked up, scanning the sky, even though his radar would probably pick up the big armored form long before his eyes would. "Get back against the wall," he said, moving over while taking Grimalkin with him. "You sure it's Icarus? It couldn't be someone else?" His voice contained a healthy dose of paranoia. Of course, being on a world like this, paranoia was the only way to go.

Hooray! I finally get to remove Icarus's limbs for sending us to this hellish dystopia! :D

Oh, you didn't win, per se, you just managed to suck less than the rest of us. Congrats, Geez3r. :clap:

Ren had gotten used to the looks like the ones he was getting now from his time as a homeless person. No one wanted to be associated with someone who looked like they didn't belong, after all. The only thing was that here, no one belonged. Everyone was too scared to do anything but be involved with themselves. It formed an uncomfortable comparison to his current lifestyle. They walked in silence, each ignoring the existence of the others, trying not to acknowledge their pain.

And there's number three. Let's hope this is the last supercool person to pass on for some time, shall we? :(