Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 4 Chapter 3 Subject: Re: AAE: Introductions all around On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 13:42:24 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001960 In alt.callahans Post # 00000173 fuzzy said: > On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 12:00:25 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001958 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000171 Driscoll said: > > [I wouldn't doubt it in the least,] replies Roscoe [But it isn't te > first tiem we've gone waltzing into what we knew was a trap and we > can't just sit here and let those toys turn downtown LA into _more_ > of a warzone can we?] "Of course Not." >> \The Replica's of each of us that responds to one or the other of >> these events will respond to the other event.\ Fuzzy pulls a HoverCyclone Model out of one of his pockets, and puts it on the floor. While the HoverCyclone is expanding to full size, Fuzzy's clothes shift to the Base Armor that it will link to if he needs the Mech form. Fuzzy Mounts and Teleports out... Fuzzy Arrives... In Israel 1/4 mile Ahead of the Wrecker "In the name of the Ballance I call forth Soul-less Clay" A few hand gestures and a small object thrown on the Ground A Form as large as The Wrecker erupts from the Earth "The Golem Walks Again" The Earth Automaton addresses The Wrecker, "Thou Shalt Not Pass." In Downtown LA Fuzzy starts fireing at the Tanks "I hope someone is handleing air cover around here" As Each tank is hit it disappears In Israel 1 Km above The Wreckers head WhiteHot Mini-Tanks start appearing aimed to fall on The Wrecker... =========================== Subject: Re: AAE: Introductions all around On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 15:56:00 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001961 In alt.callahans Post # 00000174 Driscoll said: > On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 13:42:24 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001960 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000173 fuzzy said: > > Fuzzy Arrives... > In Israel 1/4 mile Ahead of the Wrecker > "In the name of the Ballance I call forth Soul-less Clay" > A few hand gestures and a small object thrown on the Ground > A Form as large as The Wrecker erupts from the Earth > "The Golem Walks Again" > > The Earth Automaton addresses The Wrecker, "Thou Shalt Not Pass." Wrecker says nothing but straghtens both arms at the Golem and lets his piledriver fists do their work. (OOC: To those familiar with Champions, Wrecker's fists are 10d6 double Armorpiercing killing attacks. He is immune to all stun damage, and has 65 double hardened PD and ED. For those NOT familiar with it, a recoiless Rifle only does 4d6 armor piercing killing and his skin is like blasting through 4 bank vault doors at once..) > In Downtown LA > Fuzzy starts fireing at the Tanks > "I hope someone is handleing air cover around here" > As Each tank is hit it disappears Iron Man relying on boot jets rather than Teleportation is on the scene seconds after fuzzy. "No need to worry about that." He begins diving looping and dancing through the mini-helecopters blasting them with his replusors and sending them down in plumes of smoke. > In Israel 1 Km above The Wreckers head WhiteHot Mini-Tanks start > appearing aimed to fall on The Wrecker... He doesn't even notice them. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE: Introductions all around On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 15:05:52 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001962 In alt.callahans Post # 00000175 fuzzy said: > On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 15:56:00 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001961 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000174 Driscoll said: > >> On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 13:42:24 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001960 >> In alt.callahans Post # 00000173 fuzzy said: >> >> The Earth Automaton addresses The Wrecker, "Thou Shalt Not Pass." >> > Wrecker says nothing but straghtens both arms at the Golem and lets > his piledriver fists do their work. "Thou Shalt Not Pass." > (OOC: To those familiar with Champions, Wrecker's fists are 10d6 > double Armorpiercing killing attacks. He is immune to all stun > damage, and has 65 double hardened PD and ED. For those NOT familiar > with it, a recoiless Rifle only does 4d6 armor piercing killing and > his skin is like blasting through 4 bank vault doors at once..) >> In Israel 1 Km above The Wreckers head WhiteHot Mini-Tanks start >> appearing aimed to fall on The Wrecker... >> > He doesn't even notice them. "Ohh Well, at least it seemed like a useful thing to do with those tanks..." =========================== Subject: Re: AAE: Introductions all around On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 18:04:45 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001963 In alt.callahans Post # 00000176 Driscoll said: > On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 15:05:52 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001962 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000175 fuzzy said: > weigh? Thermal +10D6> About 1 lb. They're just plastic toys. Once out of LA they stop firing and moving and have no electronics inside them whatsoever. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE: Introductions all around On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 19:21:19 -0600 In Message # 00001964 In alt.callahans Post # 00000177 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 00:20:04 -0600 In Message # 00001952 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000165 Michael Jon Knight said: > >Melissa quickly steps in front of Driss, in a classic martial >artist's pose. Left foot shoulder width apart and nearly the same >forward of the right, her center of gravity comfortably between, her >left forearm held flat, palm flat in a vertical plane before her as >if she were wielding a shield, her right hand poised flat >horizontally near her ear. > >"Priority one violation. Do not move." Roscoe sends to Melissa, [It's alright, they're friends.] Melissa steps aside. /Are threats of violence considered normal behavior of friends?/ [No.] /But they,/ nodding toward Driss and Rapier, /are friends./ [Yes.] /I do not understand./ [Um, it's complicated.] /Is this what is refered to as...male bonding?/ [Sorta...just trust me, they _are_ friends.] Melissa's expression is remarkably human...total confusion. [Just don't imitate their behavior.] Melissa nods, /Understood./ =========================== Subject: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Sun, 16 Nov 97 22:34:59 -0800 In Message # 00001966 In alt.callahans Post # 00000179 Roland X said: >On Fri, 14 Nov 1997 19:28:00 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001940 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000153 Driscoll said: > >On Fri, 14 Nov 1997, The Lone One wrote: > >> Mandy sighs, and rolls her eyes heavenward. "What are we going to >> do with you?" She grins, taking the sting out of her words, and >> settles the mirrored sunglasses more firmly on her nose. "Anyone up >> for raiding the bookstores? We have a platinum credit card." Morgan gets a maniacal gleam in her eye, but before she can do anything about it... > Through the doorway and up an elevator, it opens to show a large >common room. A big screen TV is on one wall, a four armed vietnamese >man is playing pool with a nude man engulfed in flames wiht large >gold angel wings. A voluptuous woman reclines under a sun lamp. And a >teenage boy sits on a couhc reading a comic book. He sees everyone >enter, looks at the book, looks at everyone again looks at the >book... > "I KNOW THEM!!!" He yells, jumps up turning into a large beachball >and bounces over to the group. becoming humanoid again, he stretches >out a hand to everyone, and still has two left to hold his comic. "Oh >wow this is like SUCH an honor like ohmygosohmygodohmygod I have all >your issues. I'm just finishing the new Annual issue with teh wedding >in it and oh my god can I have your autographs?" He thrusts out his >CAoL Comic Book in Roland's face. Roland, unsurprisingly, blushes. "Of-of course, young man, if you'd like," he says, trying to sound responsible and upstanding. He takes out one of his ever-present pens (though he hasn't gotten much writing done since his stint in the CAoL began ) and signs the comic book, 'Never surrender' -Blaze He's so flustered that he doesn't even look farther than the inside front cover. Morgan waits until Roland is done, and then says, "May I?" Roland nods and says, "Of course, love." Morgan starts flipping through the Annual, and Roland reads with her. She chuckles and says, "They really didn't do justice to my dress." Roland joins her in chuckling. "Love, _DaVinci_ couldn't have done your dress justice." "Not without Arcadian pigments, anyway," Morgan replies. "Or you for that matter," Roland adds with a grin. Morgan laughs. "I love you," she says, kissing him. However, as Morgan contemplates what to write besides her name... > The TV screen at the end of hte room lights up. "I'm ever so sorry >to break up this love-fest, but World War Three is about to break out >and I was afraid you might all miss it." > Siren is already flying past the group and out the door, Phoenix >right after her. Mimic turns into a little plane and follows next. >Armstrong and Rapier look at the exiting Legion and at Driss. "We'd >better lend them a hand too. Hold the fort can you?" And without >waiting for a response he pulls out a communicator and speaks into >it. "Shadow, we need a gate back. We've got trouble brewing." > A nearby shadow darkens slightly and Armstrong and Rapier dash >through it disappearing. > Driss sighs. "They're always in such a hurry. Pool anyone?" "You are, of course, joking," Roland says in an even voice, tapping his belt. Roland Phoenix is swallowed in a flash of light, and Blaze stands in his place, poised and ready for action-almost as if he'd stepped out of a comic book panel. He then sees the rest of the CAoL, some of whom are undoubtedly staring. "What?" "_Your_ turn to be impulsive, dear?" Morgan says, not unkindly. "I have it on good authority that flying off to save the world under a thirty-minute time limit is considered 'mitigating circumstances' among superheroes," Roland says dryly. (Or at least with an attempt at dry.) > MERLIN lights up again. "If someone's trying to get you out in the >open I think they're looking for you in Downtown LA from what I'm >picking up on the Police cameras." > "Oooooooook, We'll play pool LATER then." says Driss softly as he >looks at the slaughter. > [Good idea.] adds Roscoe > Iron Man doesn't bother to wait to answer, but is already flying >back the way the group came. Morgan looks after Iron Man, then at 'Blaze', and sighs, "When in Rome..." She pulls out the pseudo-Philosophers' Stone Iris gave her as a wedding present, and her clothes shimmer and change. Instantly, she is wearing what appears to be a Silver Age GL costume, except for the short skirt over the leotard and her tri-line in place of the GL symbol. She gives Roland a 'well?' look. Blaze's eyes bulge in obvious response, but vocalizes his "Wow!" all the same. Still, he composes himself quickly. "Um, incredible beauty aside, we have to choose a crisis here. Israel or the DMZ in LA?" "Well, the Legion's handling Isreal, so I think we're more needed here," Morgan notes. Roland nods in agreement. *Agreed.* Energy crackles around the psion. *Let's move out, team.* The two vanish... ...and appear in a bizarre war zone. Tiny helicopters buzz around in the air, and mini-tanks roll down the streets. Fuzzy teleports the toys away, while Iron Man blasts helicopters. The scene is truly surreal. *Shouldn't we be looking for the source of those things?* Morgan asks. *Good point...say,* Blaze notes, *didn't all those toys-with-attitude come from that semi?* He looks down at the truck in question and frowns. His eyes narrow- -and in moments, the truck flies into the air, carefully steering well clear of any civilians (but not any helicopters ) and hovering nose-to-windshield with Blaze. "You got a name, clown?" Blaze says, eyes crackling as Morgan floats beside him... =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 23:22:03 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001967 In alt.callahans Post # 00000180 The Lone One said: On Sun, 16 Nov 1997, Roland X wrote: > Roland nods in agreement. *Agreed.* Energy crackles around the > psion. *Let's move out, team.* The two vanish... > ...and appear in a bizarre war zone. Tiny helicopters buzz around > in the air, and mini-tanks roll down the streets. Fuzzy teleports > the toys away, while Iron Man blasts helicopters. The scene is truly > surreal. "HEY!" Mandy yelled. She stared at the spot where they had been. "Great, just frigging great. You'd think they'd be considerate enough to take the rest of us with them." Trailing off into a not-so-polite mumble, she inhaled sharply through her nose. "All right, people." She faded out, to be replaced by Raver. The demon was once more clad in her silver armor, and she crossed her arms. "We have a little problem. Someone is going to have to take the rest of you there. We are going to be teleporting, but we cannot take anyone with us. Perhaps, Driss, you could tear yourself away from that...game...of yours and drive them?" Raver shut her eyes, and visibly concentrated. *Raver! What are you doing?* *What does it look like to you?* *Oh shit. You could give me some warning.* The exchange had taken almost no real time, and Mandy dug herself deep into their shared mind. She sank all the metaphorical claws she could manage into Raver, doing her reluctant best to strengthen the bond. Then they disappeared in a flare of black flame. > "You got a name, clown?" Blaze says, eyes crackling as Morgan > floats beside him... ...And reappeared at 2000 feet. Mandy would have screamed, but she was too busy fighting off the disorientation of teleportation, and Raver was doing the same thing. They dropped like the proverbial rock, only to connect with something with a resounding clang. *...shouldn't we have fallen much more?...* *...my head hurts...* Dizzily, they levered themselves up from the Raver-shaped dent in the roof, only to note that they were now lying on the roof of a semi. Which was now floating in midair, courtesy of a floating Blaze. *Remind me NEVER to let you do that again!* Mandy was angry and scared, and her voice echoed off the inside of their skull. *How fast do you think Driss could get the rest of the team here? Not very.* *You left the rest of them!* *I believe that Fuzzy, Iron Man, Blaze, Morgan, and us are quite enough to...* Images of death and howling devastation followed, lingered over with loving care. *RAVER!* The mental slap shook her out of the reverie. *This is HERE, this is NOW, and you are not going to do that. All we need is to incapacitate them.* *Oh, all right. I'll make it quick. That better?* She shoved Mandy back behind the barrier, and strengthened it so that the human couldn't take control at a critical moment. Raver rose to their feet, and grinned at Blaze. "Nice save. We appreciate it." They dove off the truck, spreading their wings wide. Weapons? They *were* a weapon. With a banshee scream, they hit the first wave of helicopters. Demonic strength tore the tail rotor off the first, and they half-leaped, half-flew from the tail to the second helicopter's side. Smashing the door in, they grabbed the screaming pilot by the throat, and neatly flipped him out. "Have a nice flight!" The other helicopters took the hint, and stayed out of range. A sniper leaned out, and fired, the bullet ricocheting off their armor. They snarled as one, diving to avoid the next volley. A fierce exultation filled them, and they laughed. Rolling to come up underneath a helicopter, they sank their claws into the belly and started disembowelling. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 23:30:59 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001968 In alt.callahans Post # 00000181 The Lone One said: OOC: Oops. Looks like yours truly screwed up yet again. We forgot the enemy was toys, and assumed they were life-size. *whaps self upside head* Ok, just assume that after the Terrible Duo landed on the roof of the semi, they went after the little helicopters and had a fun time ripping them into little bits. IC interlude: *Just like those groundhog games - Beat the Groundhog!* *-What?-* *A human thing. You wouldn't understand.* *You're right. I would not. But this is still fun, even if it lacks...spice.* The word spice is accented with a brief coppery scent, and Mandy makes a disgusted sound. *You'll not get sympathy from me - remember, I'm the one who had nightmares after Jaws. And I got the willies after seeing those scenes in From Dusk Until Dawn. Of course, you probably woulda cheered on the vampires.* *They had no style. Mindless animals. Unfit, and their easy deaths prove it.* *It's just a movie, Raver.* *Hmph.* =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 03:41:41 -0600 In Message # 00001969 In alt.callahans Post # 00000182 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 23:22:03 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001967 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000180 The Lone One said: > > "HEY!" Mandy yelled. She stared at the spot where they had been. >"Great, just frigging great. You'd think they'd be considerate enough >to take the rest of us with them." Trailing off into a not-so-polite >mumble, she inhaled sharply through her nose. "All right, people." > She faded out, to be replaced by Raver. The demon was once more >clad in her silver armor, and she crossed her arms. "We have a little >problem. Someone is going to have to take the rest of you there. We >are going to be teleporting, but we cannot take anyone with us. >Perhaps, Driss, you could tear yourself away from that...game...of >yours and drive them?" "Transportation is irrelevant." Melissa says... > Raver shut her eyes, and visibly concentrated. *Raver! What are >you doing?* > *What does it look like to you?* > *Oh shit. You could give me some warning.* The exchange had taken >almost no real time, and Mandy dug herself deep into their shared >mind. She sank all the metaphorical claws she could manage into >Raver, doing her reluctant best to strengthen the bond. > Then they disappeared in a flare of black flame. "I can open a gateway for everyone...very well, I presume independent transport is the human norm when going into battle. My program has been adapted accprdingly. I believe I understand now why Priority One: Protection of CAoL has the clause: When they will let you." A pair of wraparound sunglasses seem to grow out of her face, as her jacket tightens around her body and shifts to a metallic red alternating with yellow. Her hair and features shift as well. /Zoe Culloden form complete. Transformation time: 1/8 second./ "Zoe" runs down the corridor, shouting over her shoulder, "Follow if you want a ride." A very few moments later... As Fuzzy attacks the tanks, Roland and Morgan stare down the semi-driver, and Raver/Mandy and Iron Man provide air support, a mysterious red convertable slightly similar to a appears from around a corner and screeches to a halt, crushing several tanks under the wide tread of its tires. The driver's door flings open, reflecting a tank blast skyward to strike a helicopter overhead. "Zoe Culloden" steps out, walks to the back of the vehicle, opens the trunk, and withdraws a gun that would make Cable himself envious. Holding the mammoth weapon in one hand, she withdraws a second of equal size. The trunk closes automaticly. Holding one of the "Cable" guns as if it were weightless, Zoe began littering the street with flaming bits of plastic (tank and chopper). She directed the second toward the driver of the semi. "Is this the source of our attack?" Noting Morgan's new look, /Morgan File Updated./ =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 05:24:05 -0600 In Message # 00001970 In alt.callahans Post # 00000183 Michael Jon Knight said: At 01:48 AM 11/17/97 -0800, I wrote: >On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 03:41:41 -0600 In Message # 00001969 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000182 Michael Jon Knight said: >A pair of wraparound sunglasses seem to grow out of her face, as her >jacket tightens around her body and shifts to a metallic red >alternating with yellow. Her hair and features shift as well. [Correction: Green highcollared jacket, cinched with a brown belt at the waist over reflective red comicbook-style tight jumpsuit, brown knee high boots, various green pouches strapped to hip and calf, Gold wraparound sunglasses, which encircle the entire head, Silver frames on the glasses hold several scanning devices which along with the oversized glasses themselves, cover almost all of the forehead, giving a rather 'bug-eyed' appearance. A large silver computer encircles her right forearm. Black gloved hands with the index finger and thumb cut out. Brunette with long hair on top tapering to nothing in back. Light skin with smoother thin features and full red lips. And yes, I am looking at the picture in _Wolverine_ #79. ;)] >/Zoe Culloden form complete. Transformation time: 1/8 second./ > >"Zoe" runs down the corridor, shouting over her shoulder, "Follow if >you want a ride." [The car is waiting, unlike description below, it is red with twin yellow racing stripes running up the hood and over the tail. It looks like a convertable Nascar stock car with a large spoiler on the back. Yes, it has also been a while since I read this issue. Figured if I were going to use the character I should get it right.] [Zoe waits momentarily for anyone following to get in, then peels out the way they came in. If anyone asks, the car is not one of the Legion's, but part of the Gateway/Nanoalloy Colony itself, as Zoe is.] --Grep the Exacting =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 15:52:27 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00001971 In alt.callahans Post # 00000184 Dane0R0A said: << From: gamer To: Dane0R0A On Sun, 16 Nov 1997 Dane0R0A wrote: > The Stardragon gestures again, toward the Wrecker this time, and > the two of them vanish. A moment later The Stardragon and the > Wrecker appear in downtown LA, with the Wrecker facing the mini > army and the truck they unloaded from. One last gesture from The > Stardragon and truck, army, tanks, and the Wrecker and The > Stardragon vanish. To reapear in the middle of the Mojave desert, > 50 miles from the nearst town or village. Correction to the above. Wrecker and the Stardragon appear in the desert, the tanks helecopters and truck blink for a moment adn remain in LA. (OOC It has to do with the villian in question. trust me on this.) Wrecker happens to be facing south and marches along that way, smashing any boulders, trees or whatever that happen in his path. >> (OOC: No problem. you know the villian and his powers better than I) See correction above The Stardragon puzzled by the absense of the mini army, and seeing that there isn't anything human for the Wrecker to hurt for fifty miles, vanishes from the desert. Only to reapear in downtown LA, still in its childlike form, microseconds later. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 16:28:57 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001972 In alt.callahans Post # 00000185 "P. Campbell" said: On Sun, 16 Nov 1997, Roland X wrote: > "You are, of course, joking," Roland says in an even voice, > tapping his belt. Roland Phoenix is swallowed in a flash of light, > and Blaze stands in his place, poised and ready for action-almost as > if he'd stepped out of a comic book panel. > He then sees the rest of the CAoL, some of whom are undoubtedly > staring. "What?" Tezrantha turns to Melissa and says, in a stage whisper, "Males. No matter what the species, they're all alike." > "_Your_ turn to be impulsive, dear?" Morgan says, not unkindly. > > "I have it on good authority that flying off to save the world > under a thirty-minute time limit is considered 'mitigating > circumstances' among superheroes," Roland says dryly. (Or at least > with an attempt at dry.) Xzerrion notes, equally dryly, "Guess I got promoted. I thought I was just a low-powered mage with delusions of granduer. Oh well, let's get to it." >> "Oooooooook, We'll play pool LATER then." says Driss softly as he >>looks at the slaughter. >> [Good idea.] adds Roscoe "I don't know, those mini-tanks and 'copters look like perfectly good cue balls," Xzerrion opines. > Morgan looks after Iron Man, then at 'Blaze', and sighs, "When in > Rome..." > > She pulls out the pseudo-Philosophers' Stone Iris gave her as a > wedding present, and her clothes shimmer and change. Instantly, she > is wearing what appears to be a Silver Age GL costume, except for > the short skirt over the leotard and her tri-line in place of the GL > symbol. She gives Roland a 'well?' look. Xzerrion glances at Morgan, catches a glare from Tezrantha, and looks away. > Roland nods in agreement. *Agreed.* Energy crackles around the > psion. *Let's move out, team.* The two vanish... > ...and appear in a bizarre war zone. Tiny helicopters buzz around > in the air, and mini-tanks roll down the streets. Fuzzy teleports > the toys away, while Iron Man blasts helicopters. The scene is truly > surreal. Xzerrion and Tezrantha edge onto the sides of the street, acting for all the world like frightened, gaping bystanders. In reality, they are looking for a place to intervene without getting noticed. > *Good point...say,* Blaze notes, *didn't all those > toys-with-attitude come from that semi?* He looks down at the truck > in question and frowns. His eyes narrow- > -and in moments, the truck flies into the air, carefully steering > well clear of any civilians (but not any helicopters ) and > hovering nose-to-windshield with Blaze. > "You got a name, clown?" Blaze says, eyes crackling as Morgan > floats beside him... Just as added encouragement, a demonic figure appears in the passenger seat, glaring at the driver. <* Nice illusion *> Tezrantha sends. <* Glad you like it, *> replies Xzerrion =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 19:33:12 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001973 In alt.callahans Post # 00000186 Driscoll said: > On Sun, 16 Nov 97 22:34:59 -0800 In Message # 00001966 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000179 Roland X said: > "You got a name, clown?" Blaze says, eyes crackling as Morgan > floats beside him... A small man in a pink polkadot suit is behind the wheel of the truck. He smiles, wiggles his fingers at Blaze, and quickly shifts the truck into gear and slams down the accelorator. Tires squeel and smoke in midair and the truck shoots forward making the nose to windshield contact much more so. "Oh I get my kicks, on route, 66..." The truck with the Blaze hoodoranment slams into a building at nearly 70 miles per hour. Just before impact, Lunitic leaps out the driver's side door, drops a woopie cushion that grows as it falls, and makes a very rude sounding landing. "Ah... I feel MUCH better now!! Come on people! No one's laughing it up! Oh wait, I know. Where are the clowns? there ought to be clowns... Oh wait, they're here!" Fromt eh doorways of several nearby businesses step out clowns. Every shape size and descirption. But somehow the laser rifles, machine guns and grenade launchers they're holding don't look like jokes. Lunitic pulls out a rubber chicken and waves it over his head by the legs. "In the name of later bedtimes... CHARGE!!!!" =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 19:44:04 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001974 In alt.callahans Post # 00000187 Driscoll said: > On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 03:41:41 -0600 In Message # 00001969 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000182 Michael Jon Knight said: > > Holding one of the "Cable" guns as if it were weightless, Zoe began > littering the street with flaming bits of plastic (tank and > chopper). She directed the second toward the driver of the semi. > > "Is this the source of our attack?" Driss, Roscoe and whoever else is coming with them screech up in the Jeep a moment after Mandy. Driss looks around sees Lunitic and groans. "What did we do to deserve HIM?" He fingers the controls for the laser cannon, trains it on Lunitic and fires. The ruby red beam lances towards Lunitic, then for no apparent reason turns to go around him, then resumes its original path to strike a building beyond. Roscoe gets on the link since Driss isn't in it. [This could be getting really interesting peoples. That guy is a nut by the name of Lunitic. A homocidal maniac with the ability to change reality itself. And somehow we just got on his christmas list.] =========================== Subject: AAE IV: Clowning around On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:12:51 In Message # 00001975 In alt.callahans Post # 00000188 Morgan said: >On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 19:33:12 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001973 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000186 Driscoll said: > > A small man in a pink polkadot suit is behind the wheel of the >truck. He smiles, wiggles his fingers at Blaze, and quickly shifts >the truck into gear and slams down the accelorator. Tires squeel and >smoke in midair and the truck shoots forward making the nose to >windshield contact much more so. > "Oh I get my kicks, on route, 66..." "LIGHT!!!" Roland has just enough time to push Morgan aside before doing a credible imitation of a bug on a windshield. His forcefield prevents damage to his body, if not his pride. "ROLAND!" Morgan shrieks in terror, then quickly remembers that it would take a lot more than one flying truck to take out her beloved. > The truck with the Blaze hoodoranment slams into a building at >nearly 70 miles per hour. Just before impact, Lunitic leaps out the >driver's side door, drops a woopie cushion that grows as it falls, >and makes a very rude sounding landing. Roland manages to prevent serious structural damage to the unfortunate building, though he feels the impact even through his forcefield. "Ouch." He turns the semi into a large paperweight in a fit of pique. > "Ah... I feel MUCH better now!! Come on people! No one's laughing it >up! Oh wait, I know. Where are the clowns? there ought to be >clowns... Oh wait, they're here!" > Fromt eh doorways of several nearby businesses step out clowns. >Every shape size and descirption. But somehow the laser rifles, >machine guns and grenade launchers they're holding don't look like >jokes. > Lunitic pulls out a rubber chicken and waves it over his head by the >legs. "In the name of later bedtimes... CHARGE!!!!" Roland fires the 'paperweight' into any remaining tanks and surges downward, eyes alight with fury. "MARAUDER! Coward! Psychopathic butcher!" Unsure of whether or not the clowns are living beings, he concentrates on their weapons for the nonce, using kinetic and magnetic powers to draw them away, a flash of thought flickering to Morgan. The remaining weapons have a strange alteration in ammunition; the lasers shoot licorice, the grenades are foil-wrapped chocolates, and the machine guns are shooting gummi-bullets. Morgan views this with a satisfied smile. "Ooo, nice touch!" Blaze replies, returning the smile briefly. >On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 19:44:04 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001974 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000187 Driscoll said: > > Roscoe gets on the link since Driss isn't in it. [This could be >getting really interesting peoples. That guy is a nut by the name of >Lunitic. A homocidal maniac with the ability to change reality >itself. And somehow we just got on his christmas list.] "Oh great, we've got Chaos-with-attitude," Morgan sighs. "Chaos exists for a purpose," Roland growls. "THAT thing only serves himself!" Blaze begins to radiate something, and reality around him seems to stabilize. It doesn't take long for the CAoL to realize what he's doing. He's channeling Order-stabilizing reality. The effort, however, is clearly enormous; his training in restoring balance involved working in teams, and this was not his usual assignment. *It doesn't help that he's so powerful,* Blaze sends with a mental wheeze. <*What can I do to help?*> Morgan sends, her tone a bit miffed that she even has to ask. *Know any Order spirits?* Roland chuckles. *Seriously, whatever his powers, he's still got a body. Mess with it.* <*Okay, he's acting like a child. The best way to deal with a child is to redirect their energies, and the best way to do that is with _food._*> And with that, a giant gingerbread house with all the caloric trimmings appears in front of the overgrown toddler. *Cool! Can I have one?* Roland sends with a weary (mental) grin. *When we get home, dear.* Morgan replies, mentally blowing him a kiss. Roland sighs, and his smile reaches his lips. *Let's hope that distracts him, and mop up the Clown Corps.* Blaze applies a brief, intense dose of electroshock therapy on the advancing bozos. Morgan gets a song stuck in her head, to the tune of 'We are Devo,' and has to fight down another giggle fit. <*Are we not clowns? We are Bozo. _Are_ we not clowns? B-O-Z-O....*> =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:15:26 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001976 In alt.callahans Post # 00000189 fuzzy said: > On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 15:52:27 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00001971 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000184 Dane0R0A said: > >> The Stardragon gestures again, toward the Wrecker this time, and >> the two of them vanish. A moment later The Stardragon and the >> Wrecker appear in downtown LA, with the Wrecker facing the mini >> army and the truck they unloaded from. One last gesture from The >> Stardragon and truck, army, tanks, and the Wrecker and The >> Stardragon vanish. To reapear in the middle of the Mojave desert, >> 50 miles from the nearst town or village. The Fuzzy that had been working on The Wrecker, Turned his Golem off, then followed to LA, The Fuzzy that had been zapping mini-tanks, followed to the desert, Both Shifting to Armor mode (Updated to show the Semi-Cat features of the local comic books) =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:25:42 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001977 In alt.callahans Post # 00000190 fuzzy said: > On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 19:44:04 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001974 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000187 Driscoll said: > > Driss, Roscoe and whoever else is coming with them screech up in > the Jeep a moment after Mandy. Driss looks around sees Lunitic and > groans. "What did we do to deserve HIM?" He fingers the controls for > the laser cannon, trains it on Lunitic and fires. The ruby red beam > lances towards Lunitic, then for no apparent reason turns to go > around him, then resumes its original path to strike a building > beyond. > Roscoe gets on the link since Driss isn't in it. [This could be > getting really interesting peoples. That guy is a nut by the name of > Lunitic. A homocidal maniac with the ability to change reality > itself. And somehow we just got on his christmas list.] \I suspect that Driss, You, and Myself are the only ones who should try to go toe-to-toe with this entity, You and Driss because the power that supports your curses should keep him from doing anything to permanent to you, I will need a few minutes to harvest enough of the dreams/nightmares of the area to weave myself a new cloak, before I try to get to close to this kind of power.\ =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Clowning around On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:37:16 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001978 In alt.callahans Post # 00000191 fuzzy said: > On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:12:51 In Message # 00001975 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000188 Morgan said: > > "Oh great, we've got Chaos-with-attitude," Morgan sighs. > > "Chaos exists for a purpose," Roland growls. "THAT thing only > serves himself!" Blaze begins to radiate something, and reality > around him seems to stabilize. It doesn't take long for the CAoL to > realize what he's doing. > He's channeling Order-stabilizing reality. The effort, however, > is clearly enormous; his training in restoring balance involved > working in teams, and this was not his usual assignment. *It doesn't > help that he's so powerful,* Blaze sends with a mental wheeze. Fuzzy Ports out of the area of Roland's Order field High over the city Fuzzy start working on his new cloak... The rest of the Replicas that were working on The Wrecker in Israel return tothe Astral Plane. > Roland sighs, and his smile reaches his lips. *Let's hope that > distracts him, and mop up the Clown Corps.* Blaze applies a brief, > intense dose of electroshock therapy on the advancing bozos. \Morgan, what did you do with the crystal ball that Lyulf sent to you on Quaren?\ > Morgan gets a song stuck in her head, to the tune of 'We are Devo,' > and has to fight down another giggle fit. > <*Are we not clowns? > We are Bozo. > _Are_ we not clowns? > B-O-Z-O....*> =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Clowning around On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 23:15:09 -0600 In Message # 00001980 In alt.callahans Post # 00000193 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:37:16 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001978 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000191 fuzzy said: > >> On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:12:51 In Message # 00001975 >> In alt.callahans Post # 00000188 Morgan said: >> Morgan gets a song stuck in her head, to the tune of 'We are Devo,' >> and has to fight down another giggle fit. >> <*Are we not clowns? >> We are Bozo. >> _Are_ we not clowns? >> B-O-Z-O....*> > >is on your private link... ;)> is the Morgan-ism for the public link, ^ ... ^ is private.> =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 21:35:30 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001982 In alt.callahans Post # 00000195 "P. Campbell" said: On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 gamer wrote: > The truck with the Blaze hoodoranment slams into a building at > nearly 70 miles per hour. Just before impact, Lunitic leaps out the > driver's side door, drops a woopie cushion that grows as it falls, > and makes a very rude sounding landing. > "Ah... I feel MUCH better now!! Come on people! No one's laughing > it up! Oh wait, I know. Where are the clowns? there ought to be > clowns... Oh wait, they're here!" Xzerrion maintains his covert position, at least physically. Psychically, on the other hand ... <* All right, I've had ENOUGH of this overgrown, underbrained failed attempt at an abortion! *> Xzerrion lashes out hard, striking with his mind directly at the Lunitic's, trying to invoke nothing more, or less, than raw, gibbering fear. > Fromt eh doorways of several nearby businesses step out clowns. > Every shape size and descirption. But somehow the laser rifles, > machine guns and grenade launchers they're holding don't look like > jokes. > Lunitic pulls out a rubber chicken and waves it over his head by > the legs. "In the name of later bedtimes... CHARGE!!!!" Tezrantha does *not* maintain a covert position. She steps forward, lets the illusion surrounding her fall away, and invokes her full majesty as an elven priestess. "In the name of Gwaeron Windstrom, hold where you stand, if you value your lives!" At a word and a gesture, the ground begins systematically detonating in front of and in the midst of the armed clowns. "I could start next on your heads if you want," she growls threateningly, folding her arms over her chest and piercing the clowns with a red-eyed glare. =========================== Subject: Fwd: AAE: Introductions all around On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 01:11:18 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00001983 In alt.callahans Post # 00000196 Dane0R0A said: --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Re: AAE: Introductions all around Date: 97-11-16 17:51:04 EST From: Dane0R0A To: gamer > "It seems probable that this co-incident activity level by hostiles > is intended to keep us from aiding or being aided by the local > Heros, as well as find out where we are." [I wouldn't doubt it in the least,] replies Roscoe [But it isn't te first tiem we've gone waltzing into what we knew was a trap and we can't just sit here and let those toys turn downtown LA into _more_ of a warzone can we?] >> The Stardragon says /I agree/, and vanishes. In Israel the childlike form appears directly in the path of the Wrecker. It gestures behind it and the Israelis tanks fighting the Wrecker go tumbling through the air back a mile. When they stop moving they are in a perfect line abreast formation, not one tank damaged by its flight and not one person in them injured. The Stardragon gestures again, toward the Wrecker this time, and the two of them vanish. A moment later The Stardragon and the Wrecker appear in downtown LA, with the Wrecker facing the mini army and the truck they unloaded from. One last gesture from The Stardragon and truck, army, tanks, and the Wrecker and The Stardragon vanish. (OOC: this is where gamer (?) corrected me) To reapear in the middle of the Mojave desert, 50 miles from the nearst town or village. At least The Stardragon and the Wrecker do. The mini army vanish only momentarily and reappear in their former locations. The Stardragon puzzled by the absense of the mini army, notes that the Wrecker has a LONG way to go before he can hurt anyone and vanishes, to reappear in downtown LA. (OOC: and since there is nobody else in the Legion's HQ the bit about Oracle is sniped for a later date) [The Oracle stuff he refers to is: In the Legion's headquarters a form becomes visible to Roland and Fuzzy, /I am Oracle, the last of the Dragon Guard. You must not allow your enemiesto get access to The Stardragon. It CAN be tricked. Suppose Jadis were to create look alikes for you and send them to it while you were not present. It would likely accept them as yourselves. You will find it here./ The figure gestures and the scene in the Mojave desert is visible on the television monitor. With a map of the area in the background. The figure then fades away.] =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 01:19:08 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00001984 In alt.callahans Post # 00000197 Dane0R0A said: In a message dated 97-11-18 01:10:42 EST, you write: << Driscoll said: Driss, Roscoe and whoever else is coming with them screech up in the Jeep a moment after Mandy. Driss looks around sees Lunitic and groans. "What did we do to deserve HIM?" He fingers the controls for the laser cannon, trains it on Lunitic and fires. The ruby red beam lances towards Lunitic, then for no apparent reason turns to go around him, then resumes its original path to strike a building beyond. Roscoe gets on the link since Driss isn't in it. [This could be getting really interesting peoples. That guy is a nut by the name of Lunitic. A homocidal maniac with the ability to change reality itself. And somehow we just got on his christmas list.] >> /let's see him alter this/ says The Stardragon gestures in Lunitic's direction, and the ground below his (Lunitic's) feet pulled down towards the earth's core by fifty times the normal gravity. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 02:31:14 -0600 In Message # 00001985 In alt.callahans Post # 00000198 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 16:28:57 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001972 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000185 "P. Campbell" said: > >Tezrantha turns to Melissa and says, in a stage whisper, "Males. No >matter what the species, they're all alike." "Indeed?" Melissa replies in a stage whisper, arching an eyebrow. "Then I must be failing to see the pattern." =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 03:41:29 -0600 In Message # 00001986 In alt.callahans Post # 00000199 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 19:33:12 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001973 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000186 Driscoll said: > A small man in a pink polkadot suit is behind the wheel of the >truck. He smiles, wiggles his fingers at Blaze, and quickly shifts >the truck into gear and slams down the accelorator. Tires squeel and >smoke in midair and the truck shoots forward making the nose to >windshield contact much more so. "Zoe's" body shifts out of phase with the rest of the world as she attempts a grab for Roland, to phase him as well. But the illogical nature of the attack caused her a moment's hesitation and only she was able to avoid the collision. > "Ah... I feel MUCH better now!! Come on people! No one's laughing it >up! Oh wait, I know. Where are the clowns? there ought to be >clowns... Oh wait, they're here!" > Fromt eh doorways of several nearby businesses step out clowns. >Every shape size and descirption. But somehow the laser rifles, >machine guns and grenade launchers they're holding don't look like >jokes. > Lunitic pulls out a rubber chicken and waves it over his head by the >legs. "In the name of later bedtimes... CHARGE!!!!" "Zoe" looks at the clowns, the car and guns vanished, her body almost completely reverting to her Melissa form, her hair staying in the Zoe hairstyle, though as a platinum blonde one, her eyeshadow is gone, and her eyes are silver, instead of blue. /Default form Zero erased and replaced with Melissa./ "Enough of this childishness." Melissa advances on Lunatic, her body phasing through the hordes of killer clowns. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 03:41:33 -0600 In Message # 00001987 In alt.callahans Post # 00000200 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 19:44:04 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001974 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000187 Driscoll said: > Roscoe gets on the link since Driss isn't in it. [This could be >getting really interesting peoples. That guy is a nut by the name of >Lunitic. A homocidal maniac with the ability to change reality >itself. And somehow we just got on his christmas list.] /Understood./ Melissa replied, her face showing a surprising expression of anger as she advances on the murderous overgrown child. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Clowning around On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 03:41:36 -0600 In Message # 00001988 In alt.callahans Post # 00000201 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 20:12:51 In Message # 00001975 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000188 Morgan said: ><*Okay, he's acting like a child. The best way to deal with a child >is to redirect their energies, and the best way to do that is with >_food._*> And with that, a giant gingerbread house with all the >caloric trimmings appears in front of the overgrown toddler. Melissa stops her advance as clowns try attacking her in vain, their attacks passing straight through her with no effect. /What if the "child" is hyperactive?/ she asks, staring at the baked building. >Morgan gets a song stuck in her head, to the tune of 'We are Devo,' >and has to fight down another giggle fit. ><*Are we not clowns? > We are Bozo. >_Are_ we not clowns? > B-O-Z-O....*> /We are not clowns./ Her hand phases into reality as it clutches one of the murderous merrymakers by the collar and flings it bodily into a large group of its brothers. /Those are clowns./ A thought occurs to Melissa, well, several billion thoughts. /Perhaps redirection is exactly what is required. I will attempt to make contact with the child. To try and learn who directed it here./ Her body out of phase with the rest of reality, Melissa continues to approach Lunatic, her anger replaced with a smile. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Clowning around On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 20:00:57 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00001989 In alt.callahans Post # 00000202 Dane0R0A said: In a message dated 97-11-18 01:54:07 EST, Roland and Morgan wrote: << *Know any Order spirits?* Roland chuckles. *Seriously, whatever his powers, he's still got a body. Mess with it.* >> The Stardragon sensing the energy field, that Roland is emitting, and its nature, quickly sets up an energy link for Roland, through the CAoL link. Then creates an amplifying field to augment Roland's field. /Thank you for the idea Roland/ it says, and then begins to turn up the gain on the amp. field first 2 times then 4 then 8 and so on in a binary geometric progression until Lunitic's power's are overwhelmed (OOC: assuming they can be. Driss?) =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Clowning around On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 19:08:41 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001990 In alt.callahans Post # 00000203 Driscoll said: > On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 20:00:57 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00001989 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000202 Dane0R0A said: > > In a message dated 97-11-18 01:54:07 EST, Roland and Morgan wrote: Morgan's gingerbread house has somewhat the right effect, Lunitic looks at it and his eyes light up. But then he begins to shift. Shrinking intothe form of a boy about 8 years old in a cowboy outfit. "Oh wowie. Cool. is it real?" He begins intenetly studding it, never noticing Roland's "improvements" to his Killer Klown robots' weapons. > The Stardragon sensing the energy field, that Roland is emitting, > and its nature, quickly sets up an energy link for Roland, through > the CAoL link. Then creates an amplifying field to augment Roland's > field. /Thank you for the idea Roland/ it says, and then begins to > turn up the gain on the amp. field first 2 times then 4 then 8 and > so on in a binary geometric progression until Lunitic's power's are > overwhelmed (OOC: assuming they can be. Driss?) Driss pitches in what he can. But unable to summon forth any powers of Order, he goes the other route, and starts trying to absorb the Chaotic energies from Lunitic's mind into himself. Lunitic starts to hold his head in obvious pain. "Owie. my head got a boo boo." He looks around and sees several people obviously concentrating deeply. "Bad men! BAD MEN!" He draws out the cap pistol from its holster and aims it at the first target he sees. Driss. BANG A bit more red paper is visible coming out the top of the gun BANG another large red hole erupts in Driss's body BANG Driss spasom's violently BANG And falls where he was standing BANG Laying in a pool of his own bodily fluids BANG Comepletely motionless. [NO!!!!!! Roalnd, Stardragon,Fuzzy, Somebody! I've lost touch wiht Driss's mind and those bullet wounds should have healed amost as quickly as they were made. Someone teleport him out of here. At least a half mile, that seems to be the extent of Lunitic's power!!!] Roscoe screams over the link Iron Man swoops in and grabs the gun from Lunitic's hand. Lunitic starts bawling and goes running into a nearby department store. The sounds of sirens are all around, and two Blue Apache helepocters marked LAPD are circlign the area. A couple blocks away SWAT teams arrive, and begin moving out inside their powered armor. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Clowning around On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 19:13:07 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001991 In alt.callahans Post # 00000204 Driscoll said: > On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 03:41:36 -0600 In Message # 00001988 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000201 Michael Jon Knight said: > > /We are not clowns./ Her hand phases into reality as it clutches one > of the murderous merrymakers by the collar and flings it bodily into > a large group of its brothers. /Those are clowns./ They explode in a very satifying way. > A thought occurs to Melissa, well, several billion thoughts. > /Perhaps redirection is exactly what is required. I will attempt to > make contact with the child. To try and learn who directed it here./ > > Her body out of phase with the rest of reality, Melissa continues to > approach Lunatic, her anger replaced with a smile. This probably happens just as he dashes into teh store. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 19:16:00 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001992 In alt.callahans Post # 00000205 Driscoll said: > On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 01:19:08 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00001984 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000197 Dane0R0A said: > > /let's see him alter this/ says The Stardragon gestures in Lunitic's > direction, and the ground below his (Lunitic's) feet pulled down > towards the earth's core by fifty times the normal gravity. The gravity shifts up util it's a little over 1/4 mile from the surface, then it returns to 1 G =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 19:31:54 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001993 In alt.callahans Post # 00000206 Driscoll said: > On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 21:35:30 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001982 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000195 "P. Campbell" said: > > Xzerrion maintains his covert position, at least physically. > Psychically, on the other hand ... > > <* All right, I've had ENOUGH of this overgrown, underbrained failed > attempt at an abortion! *> > > Xzerrion lashes out hard, striking with his mind directly at the > Lunitic's, trying to invoke nothing more, or less, than raw, > gibbering fear. Xzerrion's mind ecounters power. Pure raw, untrained unfocussed power. Power enough to make a man the most powerful of wizards if not a God if only it were contained and directed. > Killer. What happened? > (OOC: Lunitic's main power eminates from the philosphical theory that perception creates reality.His mind automaticaly projects his perceptions to everyone and everything within a little over a 400 meter radius. Thus creating his own reality by his perceptions. In Champions terms, this comes out to a 85d6 Mental illusion radius area effect no range always on uncontrablable. To those not Champions Literate, a Mental illusion's effect is determined by rollign hte dice, adding them together, subracting the target's mental defense and comparing it to their EGO score (average is 10) with 30 over Ego being able to do physical damage and 50 over Ego giving the victim no touch with reality in the least. As you can tell, Lunitic's rolls would be between 85 and 510 ;-) Right now those summoning Order i would say are personally immune to Lunitic's power but it's going to take a LOT to protect the entire radius.) > Tezrantha does *not* maintain a covert position. She steps forward, > lets the illusion surrounding her fall away, and invokes her full > majesty as an elven priestess. "In the name of Gwaeron Windstrom, > hold where you stand, if you value your lives!" > > At a word and a gesture, the ground begins systematically detonating > in front of and in the midst of the armed clowns. > > "I could start next on your heads if you want," she growls > threateningly, folding her arms over her chest and piercing the > clowns with a red-eyed glare. The Clowns pay no attention. The second round of Detonations (which I take it are coming) will litter the street nicely with machineparts. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Clowning around On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 18:10:58 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001994 In alt.callahans Post # 00000207 fuzzy said: > On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 19:08:41 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001990 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000203 Driscoll said: > > [NO!!!!!! Roalnd, Stardragon,Fuzzy, Somebody! I've lost touch wiht > Driss's mind and those bullet wounds should have healed amost as > quickly as they were made. Someone teleport him out of here. At > least a half mile, that seems to be the extent of Lunitic's > power!!!] Roscoe screams over the link > Iron Man swoops in and grabs the gun from Lunitic's hand. Lunitic > starts bawling and goes running into a nearby department store. > The sounds of sirens are all around, and two Blue Apache > helepocters marked LAPD are circlign the area. A couple blocks away > SWAT teams arrive, and begin moving out inside their powered armor. A gate opens under Driss And he falls through to where Fuzzy Catches Him, about 1.5 miles overhead. Then the Gate Closes If Driss does not heal immediatly Fuzzy Wraps the partially compleated Cloak of Dreams around them both for a few moments... The inside of the cloak is a Physical Dreamscape, in which Fuzzy defines what is Real. \I learned this trick from The Lathe of Heaven\ As Fuzzy Dreams Driss Healed =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Clowning around On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 21:06:02 -0600 In Message # 00001995 In alt.callahans Post # 00000208 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 19:08:41 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001990 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000203 Driscoll said: > Morgan's gingerbread house has somewhat the right effect, Lunitic >looks at it and his eyes light up. But then he begins to shift. >Shrinking into the form of a boy about 8 years old in a cowboy >outfit. "Oh wowie. Cool. is it real?" He begins intenetly studding >it, never noticing Roland's "improvements" to his Killer Klown >robots' weapons. "Intriguing," Melissa replies, observing Lunitic. > Driss pitches in what he can. But unable to summon forth any powers >of Order, he goes the other route, and starts trying to absorb the >Chaotic energies from Lunitic's mind into himself. > [NO!!!!!! Roalnd, Stardragon,Fuzzy, Somebody! I've lost touch wiht >Driss's mind and those bullet wounds should have healed amost as >quickly as they were made. Someone teleport him out of here. At least >a half mile, that seems to be the extent of Lunitic's power!!!] >Roscoe screams over the link Nelissa frowns. "Priority One Protocal Violation." Noting Fuzzy has Driss, she returns her attention to Lunitic. As several billion calculations race through her mind per second, she advances toward Lunitic again, smiling warmly. > Iron Man swoops in and grabs the gun from Lunitic's hand. Lunitic >starts bawling and goes running into a nearby department store. Melissa follows into the department store. > The sounds of sirens are all around, and two Blue Apache helepocters >marked LAPD are circlign the area. A couple blocks away SWAT teams >arrive, and begin moving out inside their powered armor. /I would reccomend 'blending into the crowd.' Unless Driscoll revives, I do not forsee an easy time explaining your activities to a police force in a society of xenophobes. I will continue attempts to contact the 'child.'/ "Accessing database. Search: child AND department store AND destinations within. Destination probability: Toys." Locating the toy department on a "you are here" map, Melissa sets out to locate Lunitic. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 22:11:35 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001996 In alt.callahans Post # 00000209 "P. Campbell" said: On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 gamer wrote: > Xzerrion's mind ecounters power. Pure raw, untrained unfocussed > power. Power enough to make a man the most powerful of wizards if > not a God if only it were contained and directed. <* Tymora defend us from fools with power. *> In a true rarity, Xzerrion is shocked, and turns his attention to trying to figure out what to do to combat such power. <* Never thought I'd find myself *wishing* for some of that Abyssal energy. *> After a moment's thought, Xzerrion comes up with an interesting idea. Dropping his illusionary form to get the power to pull this off, he decides to go in after the clown, flickering to translucence as he does so. His form radiates black light. He then proceeds to start creatively taunting Lunitic, while waving Frostbite threateningly. "Your mother didn't have enough of a sense of humor to make an undertaker! Your pranks are ordinary! And you flunked out of clown school *three times!*" And lots more in the same vein. > The Clowns pay no attention. The second round of Detonations (which > I take it are coming) will litter the street nicely with > machineparts. Yes, the second round comes. Clowns begin getting disassembled right down to the floor, one rank at a time. Throughout the attack, Tezrantha stands there, arms folded, tapping her foot impatiently. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 05:50:58 -0600 In Message # 00001997 In alt.callahans Post # 00000210 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 22:11:35 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001996 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000209 "P. Campbell" said: > >He then proceeds to start creatively taunting Lunitic, while waving >Frostbite threateningly. "Your mother didn't have enough of a sense >of humor to make an undertaker! Your pranks are ordinary! And you >flunked out of clown school *three times!*" And lots more in the same >vein. Though she does not pause in her pursuit of Lunitic, a portion of Melissa's processing power attempts to understand what Xzerrion has in mind. But her understanding of humans (to be technical, elves) and magic are obviously limited at best. /I will not ever comprehend humans,/ she sends in her new default, Marilyn Monroe, voice in what is distinctly a pouty tone. -- Melissa Grep Gateway Revised Expert Program Gateway/Nanoalloy Colony Priority 1: Protection of CAoL Clause One: If they will let you. Priority 2: Protection of Self Priority 3: Observe and Record Priority 4: CLASSIFIED =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Clowning around On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 06:04:15 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001998 In alt.callahans Post # 00000211 Driscoll said: > On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 18:10:58 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00001994 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000207 fuzzy said: > > A gate opens under Driss > And he falls through to where Fuzzy Catches Him, about 1.5 miles > overhead. Then the Gate Closes Driss gives a strangled gasp, then coughs up a small gyser of blood and tembles as the lacerations begin pulling themselves closed. The internal dmage takes a little longer to repair so it's a couple minutes before he opens his eyes looks down at himself and hoarsely whispers, "Great, another outfit ruined." =========================== Subject: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 06:14:40 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001999 In alt.callahans Post # 00000212 Driscoll said: As Melissa, Xzerrion adn whoever else is following make their way through the deserted store towards the Toy section, the laughter of a child can be heard as well as a haunting voice singing an all to familiar melody. "I love you, You Love me, We're as Haapy as Happy can Be..." In the stuffed toy secion sits about a 3 year old boy, surrounded by Dogs, cats, Bears, Seals, Monkeys, etc. and all watching a life sized Barney who is dancing and singing in the aisle. "Why Look More Friends. Oh Boy Oh Boy We'll have Lots of fun now!" Cheers Barney jumping up and down and giggling. =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 08:58:54 -0600 In Message # 00002000 In alt.callahans Post # 00000213 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 06:14:40 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001999 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000212 Driscoll said: > > In the stuffed toy secion sits about a 3 year old boy, surrounded by >Dogs, cats, Bears, Seals, Monkeys, etc. and all watching a life sized >Barney who is dancing and singing in the aisle. > "Why Look More Friends. Oh Boy Oh Boy We'll have Lots of fun now!" >Cheers Barney jumping up and down and giggling. Melissa, still smiling and still out of phase with reality, approaches and sits cross-legged on the floor (actually hovering so she will not pass through the floor, but it looks as solid as sitting on the floor). /Ah, Barney, a multi-media public television enterprise designed and marketed for children under 5. Noteable for the revulsion caused in the public eye mistakenly expecting the program to appeal to adults as well as children. Projections would indicate showing revulsion would immediately put the 'child' in an antagonistic mindset. I will attempt to emulate the opposite reaction./ Melissa claps, "Yay, it's Barney!" she says with a genuine, childlike glee, enhanced by her Marilyn Monroe-esque voice, "I like Barney!" =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 09:20:21 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00002001 In alt.callahans Post # 00000214 "P. Campbell" said: > On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 06:14:40 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001999 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000212 Driscoll said: > > In the stuffed toy secion sits about a 3 year old boy, surrounded > by Dogs, cats, Bears, Seals, Monkeys, etc. and all watching a life > sized Barney who is dancing and singing in the aisle. > "Why Look More Friends. Oh Boy Oh Boy We'll have Lots of fun now!" > Cheers Barney jumping up and down and giggling. Xzerrion sighs. <* I *hope* that Lunitic doesn't turn that thing on us. I'd feel really stupid taking a sword to a purple dinosaur. *> =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 10:44:25 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00002002 In alt.callahans Post # 00000215 fuzzy said: > On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 08:58:54 -0600 In Message # 00002000 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000213 Michael Jon Knight said: > > Melissa claps, "Yay, it's Barney!" she says with a genuine, > childlike glee, enhanced by her Marilyn Monroe-esque voice, "I like > Barney!" \I wonder if this one would stand still for 'The Anvil Song'...\ =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 19:30:49 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00002004 In alt.callahans Post # 00000217 Driscoll said: > On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 08:58:54 -0600 In Message # 00002000 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000213 Michael Jon Knight said: > > Melissa claps, "Yay, it's Barney!" she says with a genuine, > childlike glee, enhanced by her Marilyn Monroe-esque voice, "I like > Barney!" The boy just smiles at Melissa and Xzerrion. "Barney is my Friend. I wish he were like my daddy. He's nothing like my daddy. Barney is nice. I love Barney." "Hehehe I know everybody! Let's pretend we're exploring the jungle. Hehehehe Doesn't that sound like fun??" Glees Barney. The boy cheers (as seem to several of the stuffed animals) and he jumps to his feet following Barney through the store, pushing away clothing rack palm fronds and lookign for invisible animals... =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 20:27:38 -0600 In Message # 00002005 In alt.callahans Post # 00000218 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 19:30:49 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00002004 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000217 Driscoll said: > The boy just smiles at Melissa and Xzerrion. "Barney is my Friend. I >wish he were like my daddy. He's nothing like my daddy. Barney is >nice. I love Barney." > > "Hehehe I know everybody! Let's pretend we're exploring the jungle. >Hehehehe Doesn't that sound like fun??" Glees Barney. > The boy cheers (as seem to several of the stuffed animals) and he >jumps to his feet following Barney through the store, pushing away >clothing rack palm fronds and lookign for invisible animals... Melissa follows, trailing the "explorers", crouching and peering through the clothes racks. /So far, so good./ "Your daddy is not nice? Why not?" =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 20:33:41 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00002006 In alt.callahans Post # 00000219 Driscoll said: > On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 20:27:38 -0600 In Message # 00002005 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000218 Michael Jon Knight said: > > Melissa follows, trailing the "explorers", crouching and peering > through the clothes racks. /So far, so good./ > > "Your daddy is not nice? Why not?" "He yells a lot. At me and mommy. And sometimes he makes her cry. Or puts me and Barney in the dark place. But I'm a big boy. I'm not afraid. Barney won't let anything hurt me." Outside ont eh street, the SWAT teams have moved in. EMTs are right behind them, tending to the wounded and dead as SWAT clears teh street. They advance foot by foot. Sweeping each building as they come to it for victims and suspects. =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 22:46:32 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00002007 In alt.callahans Post # 00000220 Dane0R0A said: << Michael Jon Knight said: Melissa claps, "Yay, it's Barney!" she says with a genuine, childlike glee, enhanced by her Marilyn Monroe-esque voice, "I like Barney!" >> The Stardragon follows Melissa and Lunitic into the dept. store. Others might sense that it is angry by the fact that the doors (and the supports and glass walls around them) are blown inwards by some, invisible, powerful force as it approaches. Those watching inside see displays and isles tossed out of its way by that same force, as it walks directly towards Lunitic's location. When the last isle between it and Lunitic is tossed aside, it stops and visibly calms down. "Lunitic," it says (OOC: by the way, the first words ever heard by the CAoL from its mouth) "this world is filled with people who want to make you go to bed at bedtime, who want to spoil your fun with rules. I know a world where there are NO bedtimes, there are no rules. Where you can have as much fun as you want, anytime you want. I can show you this world. I will take you there if you want me to, if you will let me. Look!" With this The Stardragon gestures to the side and a silvery circle appears. Images begin to form in the circle. Images of toys of all kinds and playground equipment streching as far as the eye can see. "This is MY world, Lunitic. I will give it to you. If you will let me take you there." continues The Stardragon "I will even bring Barney with us. Would you like that?" =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 20:05:46 In Message # 00002008 In alt.callahans Post # 00000221 Morgan said: >On Tue, 18 Nov 1997 20:00:57 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00001989 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000202 Dane0R0A said: >The Stardragon sensing the energy field, that Roland is emitting, and >its nature, quickly sets up an energy link for Roland, through the >CAoL link. Then creates an amplifying field to augment Roland's >field. /Thank you for the idea Roland/ it says, and then begins to >turn up the gain on the amp. field first 2 times then 4 then 8 and so >on in a binary geometric progression until Lunitic's power's are >overwhelmed *Hey, good idea, Stardragon!* Roland replies at 2x power. *Um, thank you, Stardragon,* Roland adds at 4x power. *Stardragon? If you're going to add to my power, would you change the locus-* 8x power. 16 times. 32 times. 64 times. Roland's eyes roll back; the symbols on his belt begin to waver as the nature of Order overwhelms him. The catspaw imprint fades, then the GL symbol, then the faerie. The dark half of the yin- yang symbol wavers... <*GODDESS! Stardragon-*> Morgan begins. *I'm fine, love,* Roland replies, the yin in the symbol snapping back into place, reinforced by a power greater than Order or Chaos. The remaining symbols are still absent, however, and Roland's 'voice' seems leeched of tone. He shifts unconsciously to the mecha armor, the most ordered form Roland possesses. The panic has left Morgan's voice, but she still sounds concerned. <*Are you okay, my love?*> *Functioning optimally, Morgan,* Roland replies in a Terminator-bland 'voice.' He draws weapons from their places in the armor, and the scanners in the faceplate come to life. "Targets are robotic in nature. Neutralizing. Protect civilians, please." Any remaining roboclowns are removed spectacularly. *I'm all right, love. Really.* Some of the tone returns to Roland's mental voice as he senses the concern in his beloved. *Mostly,* he adds as an afterthought. Morgan's concerns are not entirely allayed. >On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 06:14:40 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001999 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000212 Driscoll said: > > As Melissa, Xzerrion adn whoever else is following make their way >through the deserted store towards the Toy section, the laughter of a >child can be heard as well as a haunting voice singing an all to >familiar melody. > "I love you, You Love me, We're as Haapy as Happy can Be..." Morgan freezes as this comes over the link. <*Oh, sweet Mother of Light.*> *What is it, love?* Roland's mental voice sounds concerned. <*It's... it's...*> Morgan can barely thing the word. <*It's HWNMNEBWOUSW!!!*> >On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 09:20:21 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00002001 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000214 "P. Campbell" said: > >Xzerrion sighs. <* I *hope* that Lunitic doesn't turn that thing on >us. I'd feel really stupid taking a sword to a purple dinosaur. *> <*Let's just _hope_ that it's merely the Purple Menace....*> Morgan replies worriedly. *'Merely?'* Roland replies, as dubious as he can be in his present mental state... >On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 10:44:25 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00002002 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000215 fuzzy said: > >\I wonder if this one would stand still for 'The Anvil Song'...\ >On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 20:33:41 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00002006 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000219 Driscoll said: > > Outside ont eh street, the SWAT teams have moved in. EMTs are right >behind them, tending to the wounded and dead as SWAT clears the >street. They advance foot by foot. Sweeping each building as they >come to it for victims and suspects. *Local law enforcement,* Roland notes in faint approval. <* 'Buzz Lightyear, Space Ranger,' *> Morgan sends with a chuckle. The chuckle quickly fades as she realizes that he's not stopping. ^Roland?....^ "Greetings. I am Blaze. My comrades and I are attempting to contain a dangerous metahuman by the name of Lunitic; to that end, I would like to request deputization for my allies and myself for the duration of the emergency." Roland stands at attention and awaits a response... Morgan also waits, hovering on the sidelines.... =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 21:19:49 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00002009 In alt.callahans Post # 00000222 The Lone One said: On Wed, 19 Nov 1997, Morgan wrote: > *Local law enforcement,* Roland notes in faint approval. > > <* 'Buzz Lightyear, Space Ranger,' *> Morgan sends with a chuckle. > The chuckle quickly fades as she realizes that he's not stopping. > ^Roland?....^ > > "Greetings. I am Blaze. My comrades and I are attempting to contain > a dangerous metahuman by the name of Lunitic; to that end, I would > like to request deputization for my allies and myself for the > duration of the emergency." Roland stands at attention and awaits a > response... > > Morgan also waits, hovering on the sidelines.... Raver lands on a nearby roof, out of sight of the natives, and climbs down to ground level. She hooks the 'thumbs' on her wings onto loops in her armor, giving the appearance of a leather cloak. Snugging her helm on tighter, the armored demon walks out slowly to join Morgan. Her voice has a curious sound to it - almost as though it were emerging from two throats in chorus - but the effect is barely noticeable. "What is he doing?" *Parleying with the natives?* Mandy gives a mental shrug. *I can see that, but to what purpose?* *Beats me. Let's see what happens. At least Melissa and Stardragon are both dealing with the Beast.* *The Beast...Feh. Better them than us. But if it comes to that...* *I know. Let's try not to enjoy it -too- much, shall we?* *Yes.* A shockingly evil grin spreads over Raver's face, hidden by the helm. =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 10:19:41 -0600 In Message # 00002010 In alt.callahans Post # 00000223 Michael Jon Knight said: >On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 21:19:49 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00002009 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000222 The Lone One said: > >On Wed, 19 Nov 1997, Morgan wrote: >> *Local law enforcement,* Roland notes in faint approval. >> >> <* 'Buzz Lightyear, Space Ranger,' *> Morgan sends with a chuckle. >> The chuckle quickly fades as she realizes that he's not stopping. >> ^Roland?....^ >> >> "Greetings. I am Blaze. My comrades and I are attempting to contain >> a dangerous metahuman by the name of Lunitic; to that end, I would >> like to request deputization for my allies and myself for the >> duration of the emergency." Roland stands at attention and awaits a >> response... From inside the department store, Melissa sends /There is an interdimentional spacetime gateway of unknown pattern forming behind you, Morgan./ >> Morgan also waits, hovering on the sidelines.... A light hand comes to rest on Morgan's shoulder as Knytt, in a grey suit and trenchcoat, steps into her peripheral view. /Had a layover in Geneva, thought I'd see how you guys were doing. Good ghod, I thought Roland's boyscout bit was trying enough.../ Knytt sends, grinning slightly. /I *am* joking./ he adds hastily. > Raver lands on a nearby roof, out of sight of the natives, and >climbs down to ground level. She hooks the 'thumbs' on her wings onto >loops in her armor, giving the appearance of a leather cloak. >Snugging her helm on tighter, the armored demon walks out slowly to >join Morgan. > Her voice has a curious sound to it - almost as though it were >emerging from two throats in chorus - but the effect is barely >noticeable. "What is he doing?" "His Robocop impression. Damn good one, too." Excluding Roland, Knytt sends /I don't want Roland giving it away that I haven't been here before. Melissa, link into the local government computers and create a suitable badge that will supersede the SWAT team without questions./ /Confirmed./ Knytt reaches into the breast pocket of his trenchcoat and withdraws a wallet. /Thank you, Melissa./ Inside the department store, Melissa's face nearly slips into one of confusion. /I did not-/ when from a dark corner, a familiar feline thought stops her, excluding Roland AND Knytt. *No, -he- did, and don't you tell him he did either.* Pyewackett emerged from under a rack of trenchcoats. *Just continue with your program, I don't want -this- Merlin ending up like -your- charge way back in the 5th Century. He's already given up the sword, but to totally stop the curse, -you- have to finish Priority 4. It's the only way he'll be free. And, when he is free, so will you be. Goodbye, Excalibur. I was never here.* Pyewackett disappears back into the shadows. Melissa returns to her observations of the Stardragon and Lunitic, who thankfully was too preoccupied looking at Toyland to notice the ebony feline's brief appearance. Outside, Knytt strides over to Blaze and the SWAT team leader. "Deputization by the LAPD will -not- be required. This operation has been taken out of their hands." Knytt flashes the badge, but too quickly to read it. "Do not say the Agency name aloud and fall back to a 12 block radius surrounding the area. You can check my credentials there if you need to, assuming you can get your computers and radios working." Sure enough, the computers are showing various video games, and the radios aren't working beyond an 1/8th mile radius of each other. "This is Lunitic's reality, the radios are probably only working on walkie-talkie frequencies and ranges. It would be my guess that the computers are in a similar boat. You should be alright at the fallback position." Knytt withdraws a small ergonomic pen-based computer. He turns to Blaze. "Give me an update of your situation." Knytt glances back at the cop. "You're still here?" He then returns his attention to Blaze. =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 11:07:17 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00002011 In alt.callahans Post # 00000224 "P. Campbell" said: On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 gamer wrote: > "He yells a lot. At me and mommy. And sometimes he makes her cry. > Or puts me and Barney in the dark place. But I'm a big boy. I'm not > afraid. Barney won't let anything hurt me." Xzerrion shuts up, knowing that drow aren't exactly known for tact. > Outside ont eh street, the SWAT teams have moved in. EMTs are right > behind them, tending to the wounded and dead as SWAT clears the > street. They advance foot by foot. Sweeping each building as they > come to it for victims and suspects. Tezrantha slips away into the shadows, calling darkness to conceal herself. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 16:34:03 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00002012 In alt.callahans Post # 00000225 Shadow said: > On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 03:41:41 -0600 In Message # 00001969 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000182 Michael Jon Knight said: > > "I can open a gateway for everyone...very well, I presume > independent transport is the human norm when going into battle. My > program has been adapted accprdingly. I believe I understand now why > Priority One: Protection of CAoL has the clause: When they will let > you." > > A pair of wraparound sunglasses seem to grow out of her face, as her > jacket tightens around her body and shifts to a metallic red > alternating with yellow. Her hair and features shift as well. > > /Zoe Culloden form complete. Transformation time: 1/8 second./ > > "Zoe" runs down the corridor, shouting over her shoulder, "Follow if > you want a ride." Rhiannon hesitates a moment, then follows her. > A very few moments later... > > As Fuzzy attacks the tanks, Roland and Morgan stare down the > semi-driver, and Raver/Mandy and Iron Man provide air support, a > mysterious red convertable slightly similar to a Lamborgini, Lamb linguini, *sigh* whatever...I used to know as a > kid...> appears from around a corner and screeches to a halt, > crushing several tanks under the wide tread of its tires. Rhiannon hops out the passenger side, then moves over to the sidewalk, trying to be inconspicuous. =========================== Subject: Re: AAE IV: Escape from LA On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 16:48:01 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00002013 In alt.callahans Post # 00000226 Shadow said: > On Mon, 17 Nov 1997 19:44:04 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00001974 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000187 Driscoll said: > > Driss, Roscoe and whoever else is coming with them screech up in > the Jeep a moment after Mandy. Driss looks around sees Lunitic and > groans. "What did we do to deserve HIM?" He fingers the controls for > the laser cannon, trains it on Lunitic and fires. The ruby red beam > lances towards Lunitic, then for no apparent reason turns to go > around him, then resumes its original path to strike a building > beyond. > Roscoe gets on the link since Driss isn't in it. [This could be > getting really interesting peoples. That guy is a nut by the name of > Lunitic. A homocidal maniac with the ability to change reality > itself. And somehow we just got on his christmas list.] Rhiannon absorbs this, then decides to sit this one out. /Drawing Despair right now might not be a good idea./ She begins to check the buildings around the area for anyone who hasn't fled yet. Standing inside one of the nearby stores she finds a portly older gentleman dressed in a grey suit watching out of one of the windows. Strangly enough he seems entirely unafraid of the events happening not 60 feet away. "Sir, don't you think you should get to safety?" The man starts and turns toward her, "I wouldn't suggest bringing myself to the attention of that lunatic out there. Tell me, Do you always wear leather and carry a huge sword around with you?" Rhiannon blushes, {Oh, I forgot to tell it to hide.} Out loud, "Most of the time. I'm here to help with that, " she shrugs towards the window, "but I would only make matters worse at the moment." The man holds out his hand, "My name is, " there is the barest of hesitations, "Robert. And who might you be?" Rhiannon takes his hand, "Rhiannon. Are you sure you don't want to leave, I could escort you. If not, there are other buildings to check." The man seems distracted, he's frowning at his hand where Rhiannon has clasped it, "What? Oh, no, I'll be fine. Go and help others." Shaking her head, Rhiannon walks away. =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 16:58:58 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00002014 In alt.callahans Post # 00000227 Shadow said: > On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 19:30:49 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00002004 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000217 Driscoll said: > > The boy just smiles at Melissa and Xzerrion. "Barney is my Friend. > I wish he were like my daddy. He's nothing like my daddy. Barney is > nice. I love Barney." > > "Hehehe I know everybody! Let's pretend we're exploring the jungle. > Hehehehe Doesn't that sound like fun??" Glees Barney. > The boy cheers (as seem to several of the stuffed animals) and he > jumps to his feet following Barney through the store, pushing away > clothing rack palm fronds and lookign for invisible animals... After the boy passes, a terrified woman reaches out and grabs Xzerrion's hand. (unless he's wearing something like gloves, suffice to say she makes skin contact) In a hurried whisper she begs him, "Please. Get me out of here. I was too frightened to flee earlier. Please you must help me." (Anyone who tries to, or who canstantly scans the minds of everyone around them, will not be able to find this woman. If they know where she is and tries to scan her, all they receive is a blank. Treat it as something along the lines of perfect mental defenses.) =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 17:09:47 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00002015 In alt.callahans Post # 00000228 Shadow said: > On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 10:19:41 -0600 In Message # 00002010 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000223 Michael Jon Knight said: > > Knytt withdraws a small ergonomic pen-based computer. He turns to > Blaze. "Give me an update of your situation." Knytt glances back at > the cop. "You're still here?" He then returns his attention to > Blaze. As Knytt turns back, a clearly hostile SWAT team member reaches out and grabs Knytt's wrist. (or hand, or whatever shows flesh) A nearby one calls out, "Hey Jimmy, what..." Jimmy ignores him, "I don't know you from jack shit. I think I _would_ like to see those _credentials_," disbelief plainly evident in his voice, "you flipped by so smartly." (His mind is not there, a perfect sheild if you will. (See other post in department store for more detail on the sheild.) =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 17:23:48 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00002016 In alt.callahans Post # 00000229 Shadow said: > On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 21:19:49 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00002009 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000222 The Lone One said: > > On Wed, 19 Nov 1997, Morgan wrote: > >> Morgan also waits, hovering on the sidelines.... > > Raver lands on a nearby roof, out of sight of the natives, and > climbs down to ground level. She hooks the 'thumbs' on her wings > onto loops in her armor, giving the appearance of a leather cloak. > Snugging her helm on tighter, the armored demon walks out slowly to > join Morgan. [Snip of small mental conversation] A young woman rushes over to Morgan and begins to thank her, "Maam, I saw what you and the others did, and I just want to tell you how happy I am that you showed up. That lunatic could have killed us all but for you, and I would have never seen my.. my two.., "The woman seems about to cry, then pulls herself together and in a sudden gush of emotion grabs Morgan's hand in both her own. (Or if the outfit Morgan's wearing has gloves, hugs her.) "Oh thank you, thank you ever so much." (Her mind is not there, See the post in the department store for the full details.) If the armored demon doesn't have gloves on in that armour, the woman will turn and thank her too, trying too shake her hand/claw/what have you. Otherwise, she'll just ignore her. =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 16:04:38 -0800 (PST) In Message # 00002017 In alt.callahans Post # 00000230 The Lone One said: On Thu, 20 Nov 1997, Shadow wrote: > A young woman rushes over to Morgan and begins to thank her, "Maam, > I saw what you and the others did, and I just want to tell you how > happy I am that you showed up. That lunatic could have killed us all > but for you, and I would have never seen my.. my two.., "The woman > seems about to cry, then pulls herself together and in a sudden gush > of emotion grabs Morgan's hand in both her own. (Or if the outfit > Morgan's wearing has gloves, hugs her.) "Oh thank you, thank you > ever so much." (Her mind is not there, See the post in the > department store for the full details.) If the armored demon doesn't > have gloves on in that armour, the woman will turn and thank her > too, trying too shake her hand/claw/what have you. Otherwise, she'll > just ignore her. Raver arches a white eyebrow, their expression hidden by the helm. "Your two children?" The double-voiced effect is gone as though it had never been there. "Where are they?" She can't pinpoint it, but what's left of her sixth sense is screaming at her. *What's wrong? They're taking care of Lunitic.* *I...do not know. I wish...* *Yeah, I know. You got me instead. But you're right. A zot or two of demonic power wouldn't hurt to have sometimes.* *A zot, indeed,* Raver snorts wryly. *Humans have no respect.* Even as the banter continues, she flicks their tail seemingly idly, but actually positioning it for lashing out at any potential threats. =========================== Subject: Re: Aae: No No Not HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 17:47:42 -0700 (MST) In Message # 00002018 In alt.callahans Post # 00000231 Driscoll said: > On Wed, 19 Nov 1997 22:46:32 -0500 (EST) In Message # 00002007 > In alt.callahans Post # 00000220 Dane0R0A said: > > Stardragon gestures to the side and a silvery circle appears. Images > begin to form in the circle. Images of toys of all kinds and > playground equipment streching as far as the eye can see. "This is > MY world, Lunitic. I will give it to you. If you will let me take > you there." continues The Stardragon "I will even bring Barney with > us. Would you like that?" Timmy looks at this newcomer with obvious fear and clutches onto Melissa's arm tightly. Even the display of toys doesn't seem to aleviate it. Barney ont eh other hand staggers for a moment and looks confused, then starts dancing around. "But a world NEED people! If there's no people then who deserves to die? I know everybody! Let's play a game about killing people! Thermo-Nuclear war!!! Oh Boy Oh Boy!" All teh time he is shifting until all traces of Barney are gone and Lunitic goes over to a cloth covered display case and whisks away the tarp to reveal a sophisticated device underneath covered in DANGER RADIOACTIVE stickers. On the front of it is a Felix The Cat clock witht eh eyes and tail that moves backa dn forth and 1 minute showign on the timer. Lunitic does a couple flips, then yells "can't see me!" and proceeds to cover his own eyes, and disappeared from all types of sight. ===========================