Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 5 SHAZAM! - Chapter 1 Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 02:10:45 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Tue, 09 Mar 1999 22:20:07 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006592 Before the CAoL, a gorgeous art deco 40s city (watch an episode of Superman TAS, or better yet one of the Fleischer classics) is under attack by a platoon of Godzilla refugees. Defending it are a number of oddly costumed heroes, including a leather-clad figure with a rocket strapped to his back, a shadowy woman wrapped in mist and stole following from rooftop to rooftop, and a turbaned, caped man otherwise dressed in dapper fashion floating in midair slinging spells. "Here we go again," Roland sighs, moving forward- -and being blown past by a grim, determined Captain Marvel! "Whoa!" Roland stumbles back. "Easy there, big guy-" "It's the Monster Society of Evil-and they're attacking Faucett City!" Cap explains, then bounces off what for all the world looks like a giant worm. "Ooookay," Roland shrugs. /You heard the man, folx-people in danger, apparently ruthless villains, outmatched heroes-just another day for the CAoL./ Roland pauses. /Y'know, we really need some sort of battle cry,/ he chuckles, then flies in. He stops in mid-air, moving instinctively out of the way so that others can enter, and stares at two men staring at each _other._ Captain Marvel gapes wide-eyed at..Captain Marvel. "Holy Moley!" the identical heroes say in unison... (OOC: Okay, this should provide maximum action with minimum angst. Go get 'em, team! ) ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 04:42:31 -0800 (PST) Subject: RE: AAE V: Mother and Child Reunion On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 07:19:44 -0500 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006597 >On Tue, 09 Mar 1999 21:10:38 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006589 >>On Mon, 8 Mar 1999 21:05:59 EST >>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006573 > >>"Yeah, yeah," mutters the black-clad newcomer. "That's what you said >>when you got him killed, too. Goo thing someone was around to make >>him immortal...." > > (OOC: I'm assuming that's 'good' rather than 'goo.' 8^) > Roland and Morgan look at each other in confusion, and more than a >little surprise. "'Killed?'" they ask in unison. > Kyle turns still greener... Dame Marvel, in black herself, except hers has Zia's usual silver trim, frowns at Roger. "You know?" She drawls, in her recently acquired Cajun accent, "It's ahlways amazed me how many seemingly smart people can't understand that it's bettah to be kind than frank and truthful. You'd have thought anyone who was as old as you appear to be would have learned to stop blurting out answers to questions by now." >The ancient-looking old man looks at Roger through slitted eyes. "I >don't usually interfere with the companions of Time Lords. But if you >are going to..." Wrinkle stops, studying Roger for a moment. Then he >smiles. > It is _not_ a pleasant smile. > "Never mind." Wrinkle fades quickly. [Since he's rapidly obviating >his own existence, I need not involve myself here,] he thinks as he >vanishes. "Iah tried to warn you, Buckmeister." She comments softly to Roger. "You're gonna be lucky ifen you survive to see your own time again." Dame Marvel shakes her head at him. "Snap it up, and remember these people are strangers to you. You're being rude, Rogi. Most of them aren't immune to paradox squeezes, either, so you're endangering their future life, too. And Micheal's busy dealing with his own problems, you're dancing the danger line without a net over complete nullification." Roland calls her on the 'moot argument' statement, and the X-window to monster invasion opens. "Yes, moot. Means you can argue about it endlessly and no one'll change their minds because emotional decisions aren't made from a logical basis, for most. Moot also because sometimes the other guy doesn't allow you to stick to what you'd rather not do. I think you've been there." "Great. Someone keep an eye on me, hopefully I'm far enough off the Captain Marvel she won't be here, and my power won't shift again." She says it wryly as they go through, like she expects it to shift in midair and drop her on the ground anyway. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 05:36:30 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 08:16:01 -0500 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006602 >On Tue, 09 Mar 1999 22:20:07 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006592 > > "Ooookay," Roland shrugs. /You heard the man, folx-people in >danger, apparently ruthless villains, outmatched heroes-just another >day for the CAoL./ Roland pauses. /Y'know, we really need some sort >of battle cry,/ he chuckles, then flies in. Legion simply relocates. At one moment she is on the near side of the X-window, in the next she's on a rooftop on the other side. No teleport or distortion. /What makes you think this group could ever agree on one?/ Her mental voices sound more... bitter than usual. > He stops in mid-air, moving instinctively out of the way so that >others can enter, and stares at two men staring at each _other._ > Captain Marvel gapes wide-eyed at..Captain Marvel. > "Holy Moley!" the identical heroes say in unison... > (OOC: Okay, this should provide maximum action with minimum angst. >Go get 'em, team! ) Legion stands motionless on a rooftop, hands slightly spread, eyes half closed. She appears to be doing nothing, and remains like this unless attacked. But elsewhere in the struggles, innocent civilians moments from possible death are finding themselves suddenly elsewhere, well clear of the fight. -- *This indicates telepathy to the link and anyone else that might hear telepathy.* =This indicates Feline.= /This indicates telepathy to the CAoL link only./ [This indicates thought to herself alone.] ^This indicates a link to only the specified person(s).^ ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 06:06:56 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 08:51:14 EST Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006605 (OOC: please retcon the X-Window opening to the Rocks Of Eternity and open it here. I was sure that "Cap" was passing on a clue as to the next location. Sorry) >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006592 > > "Ooookay," Roland shrugs. /You heard the man, folx-people in >danger, apparently ruthless villains, outmatched heroes-just another >day for the CAoL./ Roland pauses. /Y'know, we really need some sort >of battle cry,/ he chuckles, then flies in. > He stops in mid-air, moving instinctively out of the way so that >others can enter, and stares at two men staring at each _other._ > Captain Marvel gapes wide-eyed at..Captain Marvel. > "Holy Moley!" the identical heroes say in unison... > (OOC: Okay, this should provide maximum action with minimum >angst. Go get 'em, team! ) Aurora vanishes from the embassy roof, to reappear standing in mid-air above the beleaguered city. She quickly assesses the situation. Then vanishes to reappear in a blast of light, in her prefered combat form, the winged unicorn, standing directly in the path of one of the monstrosities and of a comparable size with the monsters. With horn lowered, she charges the monster. The impact shakes the ground throughout the city, but the desired result is achieved. The creature is knocked flying backward well out of the city. Before it can hit ground, a beam from her horn opens a warp in space exactly where is about to hit. As the monster passes through the warp, it closes behind it. /*"That's one."*/ she calls out. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 06:16:16 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE: (Long!) A Michael Seven Spin Off: Sudden Moves On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 05:33:16 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006607 I gazed at my lunch guest, arching an eyebrow behind my glasses, and bade her continue. She was being 'set up' she said. For a crime she did not commit, by someone who knew her. Using her own technology, leaving evidence for her to find, as if to throw it in her face. And she had no idea who would know her so well. Needless to say, as a lover of puzzles, I was intrigued. And to be sought out by name was flattery indeed. Anna fidgeted slightly with her mechanical arm, a fascinating device, I realized, as I gazed upon it. I wondered at it's driving mechanisms and surreptitiously adjusted the tiny controls on the frame of my lenses to increase the magnification. A sudden glint of reflected light shone in my eyes and I was momentarily dazzled, spots before my eyes. I blinked, adjusting the tinting to a darker color and magnification back to normal. Apparently, she noticed my staring, though made no mention of it otherwise. I returned my full attention to the conversation, prompting her for more information. Anna seemed hesitant to discuss why she had a falling out with her friend whom I resembled, as well as the specifics of the operation of her pillar, what she called a TARDIS, standing for Time And Relative Dimension, or Dimensions, depending on who you believed, In Space, citing her unfamiliarity with the D'Ni language. Never the less, as the afternoon unfolded, I began to get a better picture of the Whole of her problem. * * * * * * * Passing through the dark places few ever tread, that blackness that exists between worlds, Pyewackett, Isis and Jack followed the scent of Mike's psychic trail to find the world he landed on. *How much further?* Isis asked. *Not far now, it's just...wait,* Pyewackett paused, looking around. *He moved...this way.* *You lost him,* Isis said. Pyewackett snorted, *I did no such thing. He changed dimensions.* *Why?* Jack asked. *I don't know,* Pyewackett replied as a square hole opened before them leading into what looked like an air duct, *Let's go ask him.* "So...Hunter," a female voice echoed from a grate in the floor of the duct, "did you lock them away in the locations I asked?" "I did," a male voice, Michael Seven's, said in reply, "The old couple are on the two cots in the room with no doors. The twins are in separate cells, bound to the walls, next door to each other. The brunette is in your lab, strapped to your dissection table, along with the small girl, in the live specimen tank." Pyewackett, Isis and Jack blinked at each other. Pyewackett stiffened, suddenly recognizing the female voice was the source of what he had been homing in on. But he had been homing in on Mike, not a woman... unless... but, that was impossible, she was dead. The three cats crept forward to look through the grate into the room below. "And the animals?" the woman asked as the three cats peered through the vent. Their last sight was a brief glimpse of a man with rainbow colored dreadlocks in silver Predator armor and a woman who looked something like the second Romana from Doctor Who before the ducts erupted in plasma fire. Pyewackett never had a chance to guide them back through the portal, the sudden attack was so unexpected. There was no pain, just the shock of the revelation below them, then nothing. The three feline shapes fell from the ceiling, hit the floor and didn't stir again. "Good," the woman nodded, "Now no one can warn that inferior copy of myself until it is too late. Clean up the bodies." Hunter bowed slightly. "With pleasure. Feline is a delicacy most prized. Will you join me?" Hunter looked to see the woman's retreating form through the door as she said, "I prefer not to have known my meal personally, thank you." The door closed on Hunter as he said to himself. "As you wish, my lady." He moved over to the three still forms, clucking his tongue. "The pelts are worthless now. But at least the meat is still good." * * * * * * * Getting across the street to the electronics company building, the source of the temporal anomaly, was surprisingly easy. Michael had been worried some huge T-rex would come up and bite him in half, or he'd run into a pack of velociraptors. But the street was quiet. Entering the building, Mike withdrew a jury-rigged tricorder and scanned the area. Making his way into the basement, Michael found a large lab. All around the periphery of the room were banks and banks of computers, and in the center were two small booths, the source of the temporal distortion. Looking the equipment over, Michael thought, [What were they trying to build? He walked over to a whiteboard and looked over the intricate math listed there. [But, this is all wrong!] Michael thought, [Not just the math, but the entire premise!] Apparently the owners of the lab had been trying to build a matter transporter. Michael Seven rewound a security tape and looked to see what it showed. As he had hoped, the taped showed the experiment taking place. A wizened old man had apparently decided to try and test his 'transporter' on himself. He stood in one booth and his pet lizard waited in the other with a bit of lettuce to chew on. A scan was done. Then a huge energy pulse flared outward. The old man vanished, but the lizard remained. Michael Seven frowned and went over to the booths. The scanner design was crude. He looked through the nearby computer logs. In the old man's chamber they had detected the old man, human. In the lizard's they detected a reptile and plant. Sitting down and going through the long printouts of the experiment's data, Mike finally surmised what happened. Somehow, the computer had scanned for human life in the present and teleported it all into the past, while the lizards and plants of the past were teleported into the present. Pouring over the blueprints, Mike realized the teleportation booth had been built 'inside out'. Some parts of teleportation machines could be counterintuitive, and apparently the old man had misled himself in the construction. Michael clucked his tongue in irritation. He was going to have to correct all this. Erasing the whiteboard, Mike set to work on creating the temporal wave's inverse pattern to stop it. Then he was going to have to realign the booths. [And I've only got six hours left.] * * * * * * * Grep awoke in a dimly lit dungeon, chained to a wall. Someone had stripped off her clothing and bound her upright by the wrists and ankles to the cold, wet, wall behind her. There was a faint sore spot on her arm. She scowled. [So much for my lockpicks,] she thought to herself, [Where am I? Where's Tink? And the rest of the family?] Not seeing any good answers, she looked at her bonds. The locks could be picked easily enough if she could free a hand and find a bit of something to use. Looking up to find her light source, she realized mistake number one of her captors. There was a lightbulb just in reach over her head, if she could reach it. She could have easily slipped out of her cuffs in the old days, and she might still be capable now, but she wasn't looking forward to breaking her wrist to do it. Examining the chain on her left wrist, she noticed it was showing signs of rust at the wall. If she got a good handhold, she might be able to break the wall mount away from the wall. Grep began to wiggle her wrist restraint around. * * * * * * * Melissa awoke with a start. Looking around, she realized she was in a brilliant white room, very clean, but with no furnishings. She looked at herself. Clothes were gone, hands manacled together in front of her, feet manacled a shoulder width apart to the floor. Her back was to the rest of the empty room. She had a sore spot on her arm. [So much for my electronic lockpick.] Melissa thought to herself, [When I get out of here, I'm going to put the perv who chained me up into this set up and see how he likes it.] Melissa looked at her wrist manacles. [Five digit keypad and display. Should be pretty simple to work out.] Leaning over, she punched the buttons with her nose. [This gives a whole new meaning to 'hunt and peck'.] * * * * * * * Molly awoke on an operating table, hands and feet and head strapped down. A woman was leaning over her face, looking at her. "Ah, you're awake," the woman said, her dark blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, dressed in a doctor's scrubs. Molly looked around, discovering she was in some sort of operating theater, like in a hospital, but with some rather disturbing additions, the straps on the table that were pinning her down being one. "My apologies about the bruise on your arm, and the damage to your shirt and jacket arm as well, but I required a DNA sample. Intriguing stuff, your DNA. Far more intriguing than the obvious genetic manipulation done on your two 'half-sisters' and their 'daughter'. While their's is a merger between your father's and a woman I loved, yours is a merger between two people I hate with an incredible passion." "Yeah, and who the hell are you?" Molly retorted, "Where are my half-sisters and niece?" The woman replied with a smile. "Your sisters are in my maze. I'm testing them, just out of curiosity. As for your niece, she's right over here." Molly managed to turn her head just enough to look in the indicated direction. A large cylinder filled with liquid, some sort of Star Wars-ian type of medical tank, sat in the corner of the room. Inside, hooked up to hoses and wires, floated Tinkerbell. "What are you doing to her?" Molly demanded. "Healing her. She took in too much of the gas used to capture you all. Tell me, what were your mother and father like?" "It's none of your business." "True," the woman replied, "'Don't pry,' they always say. Why don't I tell you a story? Since you're a captive audience and all." The woman sat on the edge of the table. "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, an earth girl met a man from outer space. And they had a child. When that child was 25, some aliens came and took the child away. For years the child worked for them, was controlled by them, but eventually the child escaped. The child moved around, trying to avoid the alien masters, who wanted their property back. The child got involved in a war between good and evil, only to discover neither side was as it was claimed. So the child ran. The child met another someone who had uncovered the same thing about the war and they fell in love. But the child had to keep on the move, and ended up involved with another war, this time with a bunch of goody-two-shoes barflies who ended up abandoning the child again! Instead of rescuing the child, they let it die, and adopted a pale shadow, a mere copy, of the child. The child's special someone fell in love with the copy, the barflies who called themselves 'heros' refused to even think of the shadow as anything but the real thing, and the child's parents adopted the copy and loved it over their own flesh and blood!" The woman was pacing now, gesturing wildly and shouting, raving. "Then, the child's masters caught up with it. Brought it back from the dead to work for them! But, the child outsmarted them! She managed to use the machine of her own enemy, right under her enemy's nose, to destroy the aliens, their planet, their solar system, their galaxy, their entire universe! No more Time Lords will be screwing with me! Oh, but I gave the ending away!" The woman ran over to the bed and got right in Molly's face, a sinister giggle and a feral smile distorted her face as she shouted, "LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She stood up, calming, but the insanity was still there, just under the surface. "Well, technically, I am more your father's half-brother, but either way, I am the real Michael Seven. And soon, I will be the only Michael Seven, anywhere." The woman turned, "I really need a good alias, though. But I'll think of one before your father comes to try and rescue you all." She walked over to a pedestal in front of a projection screen. "Unfortunately, he's too late to save those damned cats. Their pelts, or what's left of them, are now adorning Hunter's belt. And the rest, he ate in a stir fry, I believe." Molly looked horrified. The woman turned around, saying. "I will grant eating them might have been a bit over the top, but in his culture, you know how it is, one's idea of food isn't always another's," then turned back and activated the screen. It was a security camera showing an empty room, save a couple of cots, and a couple of figures on the cots. There were no doors visible in the room. The woman smiled. "Mom, Dad, wake up!" On the screen, Gary stirred, looking up. "Who are you?" Roberta sat up as well. "Where are we? Where's the rest of our family?" "In reverse order; safe, in my TARDIS, and I am shocked, you don't even know your own son." Gary squinted into the camera, apparently there was a monitor there. "Oh my god," he said. Roberta's jaw dropped. "Prayer, good idea, considering where you're going." Molly shouted, "No! You can't! They're your parents! They love you!" From the screen, Gary and Roberta started shouting a flurry of questions to both Molly and the woman who had them imprisoned. "Molly, are you okay?--" "--where's Tink and Grep?--" "--what do you plan to--" "--you can't do this--" "--flesh and blood--" "--love you--" "SILENCE!!!" the woman screamed. She pointed at the screen. "As you both abandoned me to the Void, so I now abandon you to the Vortex! Enjoy your last few seconds of life," and nearly spat, "My Mother and Father!" Slamming a fist down onto a large red button on the pedestal, there was a warning siren, while onscreen, a small hole began swirling into view on the far wall. Through the hole was nothing but chaos. The internal architecture of the TARDIS jettisoned the room where Gary and Roberta Lincoln-Seven stood, sending it, and them, into the time vortex where they were dissolved into nothingness. "You MONSTER!" Molly shrieked, "You killed them! You killed your own parents! YouAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHHHH!!!", screaming as electricity arced through her arched body. It shut off as quickly as it came and Molly lay, breathing short, shallow breaths, back on the table. The woman snarled at Molly, "Listen to me, girl, I am the executioner of all those who have wronged me. All those who abandoned me. I bring them pain, I bring them sorrow, then I bring them the void they left me to. Soon, all will suffer as I have and more..." "Michael," Molly gasped, "You can't..." The woman turned for the door. "That name holds no meaning for me now. Let the carbon copy have it so he will feel more like the man he never was. You can call me Voyd. For when you look inside me, the void is all you see." * * * * * * * "Inside my ship?!" Anna said, looking stunned. I nodded. "From all you've told me, it sounds like the most likely hiding place. Your enemy is right in there," I added, pointing toward her TARDIS. "I, I don't know how to ask this, but I'm going to need some help. I can't search the whole thing myself, I'll need someone to guide me through, using the internal scanners. Would..." Anna paused, eyes for once un-enshrouded in mysteries, simply pleading with me and showing the internal struggle she was having. "Would you he...help me?" I smiled. "Yes, let me get my gun, though." She looked puzzled, "I didn't see any-" then stopped as I held up my hand. "I have my own secrets as well." After a few minutes, having shut the house's door and once out of sight, entering the Armory, I returned with a gun of my own design; very simple, but effective enough to bring even large animals down; and a bag of ammunition. Then together, we entered Anna's TARDIS. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 08:37:24 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 11:36:19 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006609 >On Tue, 09 Mar '99 Morgan and/or Roland Said > > Before the CAoL, a gorgeous art deco 40s city (watch an episode of >Superman TAS, or better yet one of the Fleischer classics) is under >attack by a platoon of Godzilla refugees. Defending it are a number >of oddly costumed heroes, including a leather-clad figure with a >rocket strapped to his back, a shadowy woman wrapped in mist and >stole following from rooftop to rooftop, and a turbaned, caped man >otherwise dressed in dapper fashion floating in midair slinging >spells. OK Roland, I just fumbled my Superhero Trivia roll -- Who are they? > "Here we go again," Roland sighs, moving forward- > -and being blown past by a grim, determined Captain Marvel! > "Whoa!" Roland stumbles back. "Easy there, big guy-" > "It's the Monster Society of Evil-and they're attacking Faucett >City!" Cap explains, then bounces off what for all the world looks >like a giant worm. > "Ooookay," Roland shrugs. /You heard the man, folx-people in >danger, apparently ruthless villains, outmatched heroes-just another >day for the CAoL./ Roland pauses. /Y'know, we really need some sort >of battle cry,/ he chuckles, then flies in. ooo^ I always though that myself, sib.^ooo sends Dhyrclhanc from the other side of the X-window. #/Dasher, when you and Nimrod are finished converting that stateroom. Bring the Xavier to us to the location on the the otherside of this./# #/You got it, Boss./# Dhyrclhanc then sidesteps away from the X-Window, motioning towards it with a sweep of his arms. "After you, madam." he says to Moonstone. > (Roland) stops in mid-air, moving instinctively out of the way so >that others can enter, and stares at two men staring at each _other._ > Captain Marvel gapes wide-eyed at..Captain Marvel. > "Holy Moley!" the identical heroes say in unison... */Roland, I do not think that you are in Kansas anymore./* says Dhyrclhanc while sticking his neck through the X-Window. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 09:06:17 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Mother and Child Reunion On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 11:53:30 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006610 >On Wed, 10 Mar '99 Zia Said > > "Great. Someone keep an eye on me, hopefully I'm far enough off >the Captain Marvel she won't be here, and my power won't shift >again." She says it wryly as they go through, like she expects it to >shift in midair and drop her on the ground anyway. /We are not likely to run into Photon here./Interjects the draconic Lensman. /Unless the two "Marvel" and "DC" sub-macro-realities decide to pull a near Amalgamation on us while we are here. What with the "Brothers" having reconciled and gone off on their respective merrie ways, I doubt that is going to happen. And Bahamut and Tiamat help us if Access decides to show up./ he adds. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 10:09:29 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 12:45:20 EST Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006613 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 11:36:19 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006609 > > OK Roland, I just fumbled my Superhero Trivia roll -- Who are >they? I'd say the rocketeer-esque one and the shadowy woman are Morgan and Roland's character concepts from Zia's Pulp game. Not sure of the turbaned man. >> "Here we go again," Roland sighs, moving forward- >> -and being blown past by a grim, determined Captain Marvel! >> "Whoa!" Roland stumbles back. "Easy there, big guy-" >> "It's the Monster Society of Evil-and they're attacking Faucett >>City!" Cap explains, then bounces off what for all the world looks >>like a giant worm. >> "Ooookay," Roland shrugs. /You heard the man, folx-people in >>danger, apparently ruthless villains, outmatched heroes-just another >>day for the CAoL./ Roland pauses. /Y'know, we really need some sort >>of battle cry,/ he chuckles, then flies in. > >ooo^ I always though that myself, sib.^ooo sends Dhyrclhanc from the >other side of the X-window. "#Hmmmmmmm well there was a very wise one from an obscure group of heroes that went, 'I hope I don't get hurt!' Of course that might not be heroic _enough_ for this group. There was another short simple one from a large blue hero. I believe it was 'Spoon!' We could try that, but might get in trouble in realities where 'spooning' is a term for fornication. I remember a few others that take several minutes to perform. Perhaps one of those if we got some rehersal time?#" Jim helpfully adds from Moonstone's wrist. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 13:39:53 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 12:55:47 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006616 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 12:45:20 EST >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006613 > > "#Hmmmmmmm well there was a very wise one from an obscure group of >heroes that went, 'I hope I don't get hurt!' Of course that might not >be heroic _enough_ for this group. There was another short simple one >from a large blue hero. I believe it was 'Spoon!' We could try that, >but might get in trouble in realities where 'spooning' is a term for >fornication. I remember a few others that take several minutes to >perform. Perhaps one of those if we got some rehersal time?#" Jim >helpfully adds from Moonstone's wrist. "Hope you can fly, Jim...someone asking about a battle cry?" Moonstone inquires as she accepts Dhyrclhanc's offer to enter first. Only as she passes through does she realize letting the big guy through first might have been the smarter move. Guess it was time to see what she and Jim could do. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 16:44:33 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 19:36:18 EST Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006619 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 12:55:47 -0600 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006616 > > "Hope you can fly, Jim...someone asking about a battle cry?" >Moonstone inquires as she accepts Dhyrclhanc's offer to enter first. >Only as she passes through does she realize letting the big guy >through first might have been the smarter move. Guess it was time to >see what she and Jim could do. A pair of golden wings seems to grow from the back of the suit and bootjets flare to life. "Flight is one of the simpler abilities of the suit. If needed, it can be configured to go speeds in excess of Mach 4. Current configuration gives VTOL flight and a general top speed of about 125 mph. Stasis field sheilding and pinpoint defense redirection defensive measures are on-line and active. If desired, Offensive weapondry may also be brought on-line ranging from tranquilizers and stunners, all the way up to weapons of mass destruction if deemed appropriate." Jim directs the flight initially. Moonstone feels the suit moving on its own to level out and maneuver. Then Jim turns over control bit by bit to Moonstone until he is pretty sure she understands the basics of jet propelled flight. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:20:22 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:11:21 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006621 In a message dated 99-03-10 08:37:12 EST, you write: >> "Ooookay," Roland shrugs. /You heard the man, folx-people in >>danger, apparently ruthless villains, outmatched heroes-just another >>day for the CAoL./ Roland pauses. /Y'know, we really need some sort >>of battle cry,/ he chuckles, then flies in. Roger, following Roland and Morgan by what looks like pure duckling reflex, grins edgily at the scene. *"You know, I still haven't the slightest clue what the heck is going on. But after all, this is what We Heroes do, right? So...how about HOPE AND GLORY!!!!*" Re-shifting to his winged form, Roger arrows after Roland, drawing a ninja-to too long to have been hidden there from under his coat, with a blade that looks more like an absence of light than anything else. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:20:33 -0800 (PST) Subject: RE: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:18:15 -0500 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006623 On Tue, 09 Mar 1999 22:20:07 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006592 > "Ooookay," Roland shrugs. /You heard the man, folx-people in >danger, apparently ruthless villains, outmatched heroes-just another >day for the CAoL./ Roland pauses. /Y'know, we really need some sort >of battle cry,/ he chuckles, then flies in. > He stops in mid-air, moving instinctively out of the way so that >others can enter, and stares at two men staring at each _other._ > Captain Marvel gapes wide-eyed at..Captain Marvel. > "Holy Moley!" the identical heroes say in unison... Dame Marvel, following after the big guns (okay, gung-ho male-type heroes) have gone through the X-window, pauses and looks about herself in confusion. "But.. but... Mr. Mind was a tiny green worm. About four inches long." She looks down at the hand so gesturing, and frowns at her own puzzlement. She shakes her head, hard several times as if trying to shake off her own confusion. "I hate differenced Shadows. I guess THIS Monster Society is composed of the animal-sort of monsters? The one I remember was Cap's enemies, Hitler, Hirohito... and Mr. Mind, from back on Pinkus." Deciding not to hesitate further, she flies to the furthest afield monstrosity, and begins to feed it blasts of heat and light energy to drive it back into the zone Legion has so conveniently evacuated. The energy is exactly what one would expect to rage from a star's core, except the radiation is lacking and the hue is whitish-blue. On her Lens, she inquires quite calmly, despite being in battle simultaneously, /@ Could someone with sufficient multi-tasking currently unoccupied look into public information about the origins and weaknesses of these ... whatevers? I would hate to feed something that LIKED heat to grow on one of these blasts...@/ ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 23:09:05 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:08:18 -0600 Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006625 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 19:36:18 EST >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006619 > > A pair of golden wings seems to grow from the back of the suit and >bootjets flare to life. > "Flight is one of the simpler abilities of the suit. If needed, it >can be configured to go speeds in excess of Mach 4. Current >configuration gives VTOL flight and a general top speed of about 125 >mph. Stasis field sheilding and pinpoint defense redirection >defensive measures are on-line and active. If desired, Offensive >weapondry may also be brought on-line ranging from tranquilizers and >stunners, all the way up to weapons of mass destruction if deemed >appropriate." Moonstone nods, "Okay, I'll leave shields and weapons to you unless I get a specific need. Someone want to give me a rundown on friendly versusunfriendly?" > Jim directs the flight initially. Moonstone feels the suit moving on >its own to level out and maneuver. Then Jim turns over control bit by >bit to Moonstone until he is pretty sure she understands the basics >of jet propelled flight. Moonstone, though adept at flying, obviously isn't used to this sort of thing. Jim can feel a bit of tension around the shoulders, as if she is still trying to use the wings that aren't there. It's almost akin to the passenger so used to driving themselves, they instictively push an imaginary brake pedal when they see a stop approaching. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 23:09:16 -0800 (PST) Subject: AAE V: The Monster Squad On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:53:20 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006627 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 08:51:14 EST >Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006605 > >(OOC: please retcon the X-Window opening to the Rocks Of Eternity and >open it here. I was sure that "Cap" was passing on a clue as to the >next location. Sorry) (OOC: No sweat. BTW, he _was_ passing on a clue. Just not the one you think. We _will_ be visiting the Rock soon...) >Aurora vanishes from the embassy roof, to reappear standing in >mid-air above the beleaguered city. She quickly assesses the >situation. Then vanishes to reappear in a blast of light, in her >prefered combat form, the winged unicorn, standing directly in the >path of one of the monstrosities and of a comparable size with the >monsters. With horn lowered, she charges the monster. The giant ape in question laughs. "Oh really?" he asks, cracking his knuckles and prepares to do a haymaker into Aurora's back. His mistake is that he's waiting until _after_ impact... >The impact shakes the ground throughout the city, but the desired >result is achieved. The creature is knocked flying backward well out >of the city. Before it can hit ground, a beam from her horn opens a >warp in space exactly where is about to hit. As the monster passes >through the warp, it closes behind it. /*"That's one."*/ she calls >out. "EEYAAAaaahhh..." *poof* (OOC: Though it should be noted that the ground is _constantly_ shaking right now; one more Richter-class event won't be noticed that much unless the ground starts to open up.) >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 11:36:19 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006609 > >>On Tue, 09 Mar '99 Morgan and/or Roland Said >> >> Before the CAoL, a gorgeous art deco 40s city (watch an episode >>of Superman TAS, or better yet one of the Fleischer classics) is >>under attack by a platoon of Godzilla refugees. Defending it are a >>number of oddly costumed heroes, including a leather-clad figure >>with a rocket strapped to his back, a shadowy woman wrapped in mist >>and stole following from rooftop to rooftop, and a turbaned, caped >>man otherwise dressed in dapper fashion floating in midair slinging >>spells. > > OK Roland, I just fumbled my Superhero Trivia roll -- Who are >they? (OOC As Driss correctly guessed, the leather-clad figure is the Rocketeer and the lady is Nightshade, our pulp characters slightly upgraded and aged. The sorceror is Ibis the Invincible, and he's actually an Earth-S resident. He'd probably be their 'sorceror supreme' if Shazam weren't around. BTW, Fawcett, fans, feel free to throw in as many cameos of old Fawcett-verse heroes as you can pitch in-I'm not especially familiar with that world, though I know of Spy Smasher, Bulletman and Bulletgirl, and just discovered Mr. Scarlet (I kid you not). If I could just remember where my Silver Age JLA/Fawcett crossover is...) >*/Roland, I do not think that you are in Kansas anymore./* says >Dhyrclhanc while sticking his neck through the X-Window. /What was your first clue?/ Roland replies dryly as Morgan chuckles. He turns his attention to the battle; several heroes are gathered against the various rubbery menaces. But the greatest evils among them aren't that big at all. The giant worm is somewhat mechanical; in a future age it will be called biomechanical, but right now it just falls under the vast aegis of 'weird science.' Piloting it is a small worm in a military jacket: Mister Mind. He can be seen laughing and manipulating tiny control through one of the eyes, for those with the senses to see that far. Even worse, however, is the human figure floating above it all, laughing. He wears a capeless black version of Cap's uniform, and holds a book in one hand. The magickally adept will immediately sense that this is a grimoire. "Teth-Adam," Captain Marvel (The DCU version; henceforth referred to as Cap-D) says grimly. "Black Adam," the resident Cap (called 'Cap-S' from here on) replies with a mildly surprised blink. "The pre-PC version," Roland notes dryly. /You folx want this one?/ Morgan asks the resident Drow. (OOC-M: Since I have the built-in OOC advantage of being able to respond before anyone else, I thought I'd give someone _else_ a chance to go first this time. I got Ultraman {with help :-)}, so this time I'll have my character follow your lead if you'd like.) /OKAY, folx!/ Roland barks across the link, shifting his costume to the Defender armor mode. /Civilians are a top priority! This battle is going to get ugly fast, and thugs that big can cause a lot of havoc! Legion's already started 'porting non-coms to safety, but even _she_ can't move an entire city's population instantly. The local heroes are already on it, so coordinate with them whenever we overlap./ Defender flies in, and is about as effective against the giant worm as Cap-D was. However, his forcefields slow it long enough to help others escape. An energy blast keeps a dragon-like creature from doing an aim-and-flame on him, and he turns to thank... DR. SIVANA?!? "Doctor SIVANA?!?" Roland blurts. Bulletgirl drops a rocketless Rocketeer next to the self-proclaimed World's Wickedest Scientist, though fighting evil monsters may lose him the title. "You're not a Red Cheese," Sivana grouses. "No matter. In brief: I won't have much of a world to rule if that idiotic Black Cheese and his tequila refugee destroy it, now will I?" he adds, turning to the Rocketeer. "What happened to you?" "Black Adam and the speed of Mercury happened," he replies. "What have you got for me?" "A dozen different monsters with a dozen different biologies," Sivana snarls. "We're not going to be able to come up with one weapon to defeat them all." Ibis and Cap-S continue to slow the advance; the other heroes coordinate the evacuation and provide distractions (for example, Nightshade is creating illusory signs pointing people in the right directions and illusory biplanes to harass any monsters she can get a mental 'grip' on). (OOC: I've been looking for more data on the MSoE [Micro-Soft _what?_] online, but haven't had much luck yet; if any of you other fanboys/girls can give me names and descriptions, it'd be appreciated. Meanwhile, I'll keep looking. 8^) (OOC-II: And for a complete non-sequitor, can anyone give me a rundown on 'Pepper' Potts and 'Happy' Hogan of Iron Man fame? Shellhead is a major NPC in our Marvel game, and I'm looking for histories of IM supporting cast. In particular, I read on a site that they're married, but in the new series, that's patently not the case. Help! 8^) ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 23:09:24 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Mother and Child Reunion On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:22:34 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006628 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 11:53:30 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006610 > >/We are not likely to run into Photon here./Interjects the draconic >Lensman. /Unless the two "Marvel" and "DC" sub-macro-realities decide >to pull a near Amalgamation on us while we are here. What with the >"Brothers" having reconciled and gone off on their respective merrie >ways, I doubt that is going to happen. And Bahamut and Tiamat help us >if Access decides to show up./ he adds. /Um...sib? Dr. Strangefate and Access recreated the Amalgam continuum,/ Roland replies. /Had a rip-roaring adventure there once-I'll have to tell you about it some time./ Then he smiles at Zia. */Don't worry, though. Unless I miss my guess-and I know a thing or two about superverses-you shouldn't have any trouble in here./* >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 18:40:12 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006617 > >In a message dated 99-03-10 02:52:36 EST, you write: >"Hey! I heard that! Come back here and fight like a demigod!" >Dropping to a mutter: "Dad wasn't kidding; he really *was* unpleasant >when he was younger." > >(assuming Roland or Morgan asks who we was talking to/about): "Uhh >nobody. Sorry. Just a runaway train of thought on a dead-end track." >Roger grins a bit weakly, and sends a quiet request to his >cybernetics to start scanning his personal timestrand for anomalies. >[Obviating my own existence? Coming from anybody else, I'd discount >it. But from him....] Wrinkle reappears. "Actually, he was talking to me. But I erased it from your memories since he was fouling our collective timeline," he explains to Roland and Morgan. Then he turns on Roger. "You called?" He's still wearing the smile he had when he left, but his tone becomes as dry as the void. "You try guarding a time stream filled with types like Destroyer, Al-Aswad, and Timemaster and see how cheerful _you_ are after a few eons." On a tight beam to Roger, Morgan sends in a tone he's probably all-too-familiar with, although it's new to her (well, almost - she has been playing den-mother to _this_ group for a while ), ^Roger, pipe down. _Now._^ Roland pales. "Kang?" Wrinkle blinks. Then he laughs out loud. "So THAT'S how you'll know he's coming! Sometimes this job _does_ have its perks...I love a good Predestination Paradox..." >>>Seosaidh (sp?) Harmon Morgan Greywolf-Phoenix. Most of the family ^^^^^^^^^^ >> >> (OOC-R: Yes, you got the spelling right. Impressive.) >>(OOC-M: But can he pronounce it? ) > >/OOC> (OOC-M: LOL! Well, just in case, it's pronounced SHOW-sigh. Driss has the advantage of actually having _met_ my chief in RL.) ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 23:09:30 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 23:59:41 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006629 >On Wed, 10 Mar '99 "Driscoll" Said > > I'd say the rocketeer-esque one and the shadowy woman are >Morgan and Roland's character concepts from Zia's Pulp game. Not >sure of the turbaned man. The turbaned man, if I'm not mistaken, is Ibac (sp?) the Invincible; one of several Mandrake "Swipes" from the Golden Age of Superhero Comics. ("Death to anyone wearing a turbine." Graphitti found in a public washroom by Micky Finn which entertained him if only for the fact that the only person on Earth it could apply to was him.) }:=8D >"#Hmmmmmmm well there was a very wise one from an obscure group of >heroes that went, 'I hope I don't get hurt!' Of course that might >not be heroic _enough_ for this group. There was another short >simple one from a large blue hero. I believe it was 'Spoon!' We >could try that, but might get in trouble in realities where >'spooning' is a term for fornication. I remember a few others that >take several minutes to perform. Perhaps one of those if we got some >rehersal time?#" Jim helpfully adds from Moonstone's wrist. #/Jim... First, we have to have a long talk with the entity who programmed your sense of humor. Second, we have to program you a new one./# sends Dhyrclhanc, lightheartedly, to the nanotech AI entity. ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 23:09:35 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 21:11:21 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006630 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:11:21 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006621 > >In a message dated 99-03-10 08:37:12 EST, you write: >>> "Ooookay," Roland shrugs. /You heard the man, folx-people in >>>danger, apparently ruthless villains, outmatched heroes-just >>>another day for the CAoL./ Roland pauses. /Y'know, we really need >>>some sort of battle cry,/ he chuckles, then flies in. > >Roger, following Roland and Morgan by what looks like pure duckling >reflex, grins edgily at the scene. *"You know, I still haven't the >slightest clue what the heck is going on. But after all, this is what >We Heroes do, right? So...how about HOPE AND GLORY!!!!*" Re-shifting >to his winged form, Roger arrows after Roland, drawing a ninja-to >too long to have been hidden there from under his coat, with a blade >that looks more like an absence of light than anything else. "/Wow.../" Roland smiles faintly. "/Haven't heard _that_ one's obvious inspiration for a long time./" Noticing the wings, he adds, "/Y'know, I considered setting up a pair of those into my armor a few times.../" >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:18:15 -0500 >Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00006623 >Dame Marvel, following after the big guns (okay, gung-ho male-type >heroes) have gone through the X-window, pauses and looks about >herself in confusion. "But.. but... Mr. Mind was a tiny green worm. >About four inches long." She looks down at the hand so gesturing, and >frowns at her own puzzlement. She shakes her head, hard several times >as if trying to shake off her own confusion. "I hate differenced >Shadows. I guess THIS Monster Society is composed of the animal-sort >of monsters? The one I remember was Cap's enemies, Hitler, >Hirohito... and Mr. Mind, from back on Pinkus." (OOC: OY! Serves me right for trusting a post-Crisis retcon...okay now, let me see...hmm...this is post-WW II...Mr. Mind, as mentioned in 'Monster Squad' is, in fact, four inches long, and piloting his 'big brother...' ooo, I like it. Okay, time to send in the clones...) >Deciding not to hesitate further, she flies to the furthest afield >monstrosity, and begins to feed it blasts of heat and light energy to >drive it back into the zone Legion has so conveniently evacuated. The >energy is exactly what one would expect to rage from a star's core, >except the radiation is lacking and the hue is whitish-blue. On her >Lens, she inquires quite calmly, despite being in battle >simultaneously, /@ Could someone with sufficient multi-tasking >currently unoccupied look into public information about the origins >and weaknesses of these ... whatevers? I would hate to feed something >that LIKED heat to grow on one of these blasts...@/ Dame Marvel's energy senses quickly detect the weird science nature of her adversary. It's not alive, but it _does_ have a human pilot...Mussolini?! But in 1947, he's dead, in just about every version of the history-even the ones where the Axis _won._ (OOC: Nope, he's a clone, but I don't know if Zia would detect that. She almost certainly _could,_ though, if she thought about it. Anyway, they've got clones of the appropriate baddies with imperfect memories piloting thematically appropriate-by 40s standards-monsters. Tojo's got the dragon that attacked Roland, Hitler's in a giant weasel with the signature mustache, Mussolini's in a vulture, etc. Note: Hirohito, being alive in this time, is not present. The 'rubbery menaces' are just big and tough, but not as slow as they look. No weird absorption powers or anything, though they are all equipped with ranged attacks.) ================================= Date: Wed, 10 Mar 1999 23:09:46 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Thu, 11 Mar 1999 00:28:25 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006632 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 Zia Said > >Dame Marvel, following after the big guns (okay, gung-ho male-type >heroes) have gone through the X-window, pauses and looks about >herself in confusion. "But.. but... Mr. Mind was a tiny green worm. >About four inches long." She looks down at the hand so gesturing, >and frowns at her own puzzlement. She shakes her head, hard several >times as if trying to shake off her own confusion. "I hate >differenced Shadows. I guess THIS Monster Society is composed of the >animal-sort of monsters? The one I remember was Cap's enemies, >Hitler, Hirohito... and Mr. Mind, from back on Pinkus." "You know Roland," chimes in the draconic Lensman, a hint of surprise in his voice as he says it, "This is one of those times that I am going to have to agree with Zia. Any of this, or anybody here, look familiar to you?" >Deciding not to hesitate further, she flies to the furthest afield >monstrosity, and begins to feed it blasts of heat and light energy >to drive it back into the zone Legion has so conveniently evacuated. >The energy is exactly what one would expect to rage from a star's >core, except the radiation is lacking and the hue is whitish-blue. >On her Lens, she inquires quite calmly, despite being in battle >simultaneously, /@ Could someone with sufficient multi-tasking >currently unoccupied look into public information about the origins >and weaknesses of these ... whatevers? I would hate to feed >something that LIKED heat to grow on one of these blasts...@/ /@ I guess that'd be me@/ says Dhyrclhanc, adding a mental . Sending back through the, still open, X-Window. #/PIXAR, access the computer internet records on this side of the gate and send me a copy of the dossiers on all of the combatants in this battle/# Well, Mr. Meta-GM... ================================= Date: Thu, 11 Mar 1999 01:06:16 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad On Thu, 11 Mar 1999 03:53:33 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006633 >On Wed, 10 Mar '99 Morgan and/or Roland Said > > (OOC As Driss correctly guessed, the leather-clad figure is the >Rocketeer and the lady is Nightshade, our pulp characters slightly >upgraded and aged. The sorceror is Ibis the Invincible, and he's >actually an Earth-S resident. He'd probably be their 'sorceror >supreme' if Shazam weren't around. BTW, Fawcett, fans, feel free to >throw in as many cameos of old Fawcett-verse heroes as you can pitch >in-I'm not especially familiar with that world, though I know of Spy >Smasher, Bulletman and Bulletgirl, and just discovered Mr. Scarlet >(I kid you not). If I could just remember where my Silver Age >JLA/Fawcett crossover is...) According to my "Encyclopia of Superheroes", "The Squadron of Justice" (The Earth-S Version of "The All-Star Squadron" and "The Liberty Legion") consisted of Bulletman, Bulletgirl, Ibis the Invincible, Mr. Scarlet, Pinky (his sidekick) and Spy Smasher. BTW, I always got Ibac and Ibis confused, but that's just me. Also, I figured that Shazam, essentialy, being a demi-god would free up the post of sorcer-supreme to Ibis, but what do I know? > Even worse, however, is the human figure floating above it all, >laughing. He wears a capeless black version of Cap's uniform, and >holds a book in one hand. The magickally adept will immediately >sense that this is a grimoire. > "Teth-Adam," Captain Marvel (The DCU version; henceforth referred >to as Cap-D) says grimly. > "Black Adam," the resident Cap (called 'Cap-S' from here on) >replies with a mildly surprised blink. > "The pre-PC version," Roland notes dryly. "Decisions, Decisions, Decisions..." quips Dhyrclhanc, surveying the scene, "Oh well... what the hey!" two "pop"s of escaping air caused by the teleporting of a particular Ruby Fire Dragon hatchling and everyone's lovable Lensdragon is above and behind "Teth"-Adam. Tapping the renegade disciple of Shazam on the shoulder, he says, "You know it could just be me, but I beleive that book doesn't belong to you." Dhyrclhanc punches him in the mouth with a wicked left from a being who's blows can shatter solid granite. Then 'ports behind him and delivers a nasty double wing strike to both sides of his neck. ================================= Date: Thu, 11 Mar 1999 04:25:57 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: Mother and Child Reunion On Thu, 11 Mar 1999 04:13:16 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006634 >On Wed, 10 Mar '99 Morgan and/or Roland Said > > /Um...sib? Dr. Strangefate and Access recreated the Amalgam >continuum,/ Roland replies. /Had a rip-roaring adventure there >once-I'll have to tell you about it some time./ Then he smiles at >Zia. */Don't worry, though. Unless I miss my guess-and I know a >thing or two about superverses-you shouldn't have any trouble in >here./* /... And I Look forward to hearing it, bro. Unfortunatly, when last I checked, Axel Asher aka Access was still free to roam between the time-lines of the two sub-macro-verses and make a high royal mess of it all. Having him show in either a Marvel or a DC Alterverse is like having the Doctor show up when you are a mundane. It is an Omen that all Hades is about to break loose!/ ================================= Date: Thu, 11 Mar 1999 19:05:39 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad <.g> On Thu, 11 Mar 1999 21:41:25 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006639 In a message dated 99-03-11 02:09:41 EST, you write: >/OKAY, folx!/ Roland barks across the link, shifting his costume to >the Defender armor mode. /Civilians are a top priority! This battle >is going to get ugly fast, and thugs that big can cause a lot of >havoc! Legion's already started 'porting non-coms to safety, but even >_she_ can't move an entire city's population instantly. The local >heroes are already on it, so coordinate with them whenever we >overlap./ Roger, having already done the "scream and leap" routine, performs a wingover and plunges towards the street level. /Civilians Priority One. Understood. Intitiating Sequence Sierra-Romeo 51/ Directly below him, gravity shifts direction in a small area and a manhole cover snaps up six inches, then over exactly three feet. Roger tucks his wings and plunges through the hole with a millimeter's clearance, and the manhole cover snaps back over the hole (don't want any kids or pets to fall in) as -- CRUNCH! There is a short pause. Then: /To Whom It May Concern: It has come to the attention of the Callahanian Army of Light that the Faucett City sewer tunnels are just slightly shallower (measured from roof to floor) than is typical of major cities. Please take this into account when planning any use of said tunnels./ Roger's energy signature moves at high speed down the tunnel and hangs a sharp left at 5th and Main, heading for a Big Ugly. Stopping on a dime directly under the rampaging monster, there is a momentary surge of strange, mixing energies... And a green glowing circular sawblade leaps up throught the pavement and carves a precise octagon out of the street under the BU, moving at a measureable fraction of lightspeed (but, by the ring-wielder's will, not leaving any shockwaves or shrapnel). Gravity affecting the octagon vanishes, only to reappear as a tight, directional gluon field sticking the BU's feet to the pavement. Which has been reinforced and rigidized by a complex PK field interwoven through its structure at the molecular level. Without ado, the entire assembly begins heading vertically for the stratosphere, propelled by Roger under maximum boost with the assist of a pair of GLR-generated jet boots. Roger's grin warms the entire CAoL link like the sunrise. "Roland Phoenix's Superhero Handbook, Chapter 2: When the Bad Boys rumble Downtown, take them someplace more isolated." ================================= Date: Thu, 11 Mar 1999 20:36:04 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad On Thu, 11 Mar 1999 23:18:21 -0500 (EST) Xzerrion Said As CAoL Message # 00006642 On Wed, 10 Mar 1999, L.J. Wolfe wrote: > But the greatest evils among them aren't that big at all. > The giant worm is somewhat mechanical; in a future age it will be >called biomechanical, but right now it just falls under the vast >aegis of 'weird science.' Piloting it is a small worm in a military >jacket: Mister Mind. He can be seen laughing and manipulating tiny >control through one of the eyes, for those with the senses to see >that far. Dantris glances over at the worm/mech/whatever. He and Tezrantha have the same thought - she leaps onto his back and the pair charges, as she calls into existance a sword of pure lightning. "In the name of Eilistraee, halt or be slain!" she screams out. Even worse, however, is the human figure floating above it all, >laughing. He wears a capeless black version of Cap's uniform, and >holds a book in one hand. The magickally adept will immediately sense >that this is a grimoire. > "Teth-Adam," Captain Marvel (The DCU version; henceforth referred >to as Cap-D) says grimly. > "Black Adam," the resident Cap (called 'Cap-S' from here on) >replies with a mildly surprised blink. > "The pre-PC version," Roland notes dryly. > >/You folx want this one?/ Morgan asks the resident Drow. (OOC-M: >Since I have the built-in OOC advantage of being able to respond >before anyone else, I thought I'd give someone _else_ a chance to go >first this time. I got Ultraman {with help :-)}, so this time I'll >have my character follow your lead if you'd like.) Xzerrion glares at the pretentious dark mage. /So, is he supposed to be a challenge?/ he sends back. He raises both hands, chanting something that sounds very impressive in the secret language of drow magic. A huge demon appears at Xzerrion's side, lifting the drow onto his shoulder, as he snarls at Teth-Adam. Those few who might speak drow mage-tongue realize Xzerrion is really not spellcasting - just reciting the dark mage's ignominious ancestry and unsavory habits in all the gory detail. ================================= Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 00:06:51 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 02:44:06 EST Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00006645 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006627 > >>On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 08:51:14 EST >>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00006605 >> >>The impact shakes the ground throughout the city, but the desired >>result is achieved. The creature is knocked flying backward well out >>of the city. Before it can hit ground, a beam from her horn opens a >>warp in space exactly where is about to hit. As the monster passes >>through the warp, it closes behind it. /*"That's one."*/ she calls >>out. > > "EEYAAAaaahhh..." *poof* > (OOC: Though it should be noted that the ground is _constantly_ >shaking right now; one more Richter-class event won't be noticed that >much unless the ground starts to open up.) With her first opponent gone, Aurora turns her attention to the next in line. As the bio-mechanical monster draws back it's mighty arm to smash a building she fires a beam of magical energy into it. As happened with Ultra man, the form of the monster is transformed into a giant sequoia. /*"That's two! Who's next?"*/ She calls out, rearing up, and flapping her might wings (OOC: classic rampant pose you understand). ================================= Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 01:07:13 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 03:44:30 -0500 (EST) Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006646 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 08:16:01 -0500 >Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006602 > >>On Tue, 09 Mar 1999 22:20:07 >>Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006592 >> >> "Ooookay," Roland shrugs. /You heard the man, folx-people in >>danger, apparently ruthless villains, outmatched heroes-just another >>day for the CAoL./ Roland pauses. /Y'know, we really need some sort >>of battle cry,/ he chuckles, then flies in. John steps through the X-window, surveying the situation. Under his breath he mutters, "Infinite innocents across infinite dimensions, and I cannot save them all." >Legion stands motionless on a rooftop, hands slightly spread, eyes >half closed. She appears to be doing nothing, and remains like this >unless attacked. > >But elsewhere in the struggles, innocent civilians moments from >possible death are finding themselves suddenly elsewhere, well clear >of the fight. John takes position on a rooftop himself. While he does so, Rhia draws a sword and goes running off into the city. A look of concentration crosses his face, and on his hand a previously unnoticeable spikard begins to glow and spin. He clenches his fist and brings it over his heart, staring out over the city. He works his will and in the city, luck increases by an order of magnitude. People who blindly run away from the battle run in the right direction. A few of the falling buildings are weakened in just the right manner to make them fall away from the crowd or to fall inward upon themselves. Seperated families meet as they are evacuated. A distraught young mother has her baby handed to her by a passing stranger. OOC: He can't save anyone from a direct hit, but he's trying to get them out of the line of fire. After all, this is just an increase in the probabilities in favor of the people, and John can't apply it everywhere equally. Also, I'm not going to get too involved in this fight. ================================= Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 09:08:06 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 11:30:56 EST Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006650 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 23:59:41 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006629 > >#/Jim... First, we have to have a long talk with the entity who >programmed your sense of humor. Second, we have to program you a new >one./# sends Dhyrclhanc, lightheartedly, to the nanotech AI entity. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmm Suggestion taken under advisement. One moment please," replies Jim in a totally deadpan mechinical voice, "Proccessing. Loading GM.Laf." Just then a face appears on the screen on Moonstone's bracer. It has thick eyebrows adn mustache and has a cigar stuck in its mouth. A hand appears, removes the cigar when it speaks, flicking the ashes off into cyberspace. "You know Dhyrclahnc, I'd horsewhip you if I had a horse. You're probably asking yourself though why I'm with her? It's simple. She reminds me of you. Infact, she reminds me more of you that you do! Don't worry though Moonstone, as soon as I'm through with you you'll have a clear case for Divorce, and so will my wife. After all, behind every successful man is a woman, and behind her is his wife. And of course having you around is very rejuvinating since a man is only as old as the woman he feels. And I do have to confess. yes it's true. I was born at an early age. As for comedy, it's an art. And art is art isn't it? And water is water. And east is east adn west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them up like apple-sauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now tell me what you know." ================================= Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 09:08:13 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 11:30:55 EST Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00006651 >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999 20:08:18 -0600 >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00006625 > Moonstone nods, "Okay, I'll leave shields and weapons to you >unless I get a specific need. Someone want to give me a rundown on >friendly versus unfriendly?" "Sorry, I don possess much information on that aspect of this world. Our best suggestion is to help the others protecting innocent mortals and leave teh fighting to those in the group equipped with more information." > Moonstone, though adept at flying, obviously isn't used to this >sort of thing. Jim can feel a bit of tension around the shoulders, as >if she is still trying to use the wings that aren't there. It's >almost akin to the passenger so used to driving themselves, they >instictively push an imaginary brake pedal when they see a stop >approaching. Jim keeps part of his self monitering her, ready to resume control again in case she freezes up or loses control. Meanwhile, he begins scanning the surrounding areas. Debris blocked the escape of several humans from the battlegrounds. Jim reconfigured himself slightly and the lenses on Moonstone's shoulders fired out a beam of coherent energy. Striking the unstable rubble, it cut a pathway through it and fused together the rubble on either sides of hte path, stabilizing it. Sensing another building about to collapse Jim re-configures himself again and this time it is a beam of brilliant blue light that appears. It seems to mould itself into the cracks froming in the walls and bright blue braces form, holding the walls up. From Moonstone's wrist, Jim's voice pipes up again. "The nanites that attacked that Sinestro failing in their attempts but did give me a plethora of information on his energy ring. Justin taught me well and it didn't take too much trouble to figure out an artificial generator for the same type of solid energy projector. The Blue was my idea though just to keep from being mistaken either for the villian or a Green Lantern." ================================= Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 10:52:43 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 13:30:08 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006652 > On Fri, 12 Mar '99 Driscoll Said > > "You know Dhyrclahnc, I'd horsewhip you if I had a horse. You're >probably asking yourself though why I'm with her? It's simple. She >reminds me of you. Infact, she reminds me more of you that you do! >Don't worry though Moonstone, as soon as I'm through with you you'll >have a clear case for Divorce, and so will my wife. After all, behind >every successful man is a woman, and behind her is his wife. And of >course having you around is very rejuvinating since a man is only as >old as the woman he feels. And I do have to confess. yes it's true. I >was born at an early age. As for comedy, it's an art. And art is art >isn't it? And water is water. And east is east adn west is west and >if you take cranberries and stew them up like apple-sauce they taste >much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now tell me what you know." ROTFLMAO!!!!!! Dhyrclhanc begins laughing so hard tears start to stream out of his ice-hued eyes. #/Yes! Much better. I approve. Or, at least as long as you don't get jealous of me because my cigars are better than yours. Something that it was rumored would happen to the man himself./# Meinwhile, Sythea, with her combat rifle slung across he back, aids in the evacuation of this section of Fawcett city. Also, the Xavier de-cloaks in the skies above the city and, via several shots of the pulse phasers, clobbers another one of the MsoE's bio-mech monstrosities. ================================= Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 21:05:17 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 20:43:24 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006655 >On Thu, 11 Mar 1999 00:28:25 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006632 > >/@ I guess that'd be me@/ says Dhyrclhanc, adding a mental . >Sending back through the, still open, X-Window. #/PIXAR, access the >computer internet records on this side of the gate and send me a copy >of the dossiers on all of the combatants in this battle/# > > Well, Mr. Meta-GM... (OOC: I live but to serve heroes. On a platter, well done, with sidekick garnish...) Obviously, there's no Internet in this universe, but a multiversal search finally finds a few different CAoL RPGs, from worlds where CaoL comics are sold. Statistics differ wildly on many adversaries (Malice, in particular, seems to have three distinct versions of vastly varying power) but the games seem to agree on this version of the MSoE. Basically big, relatively tough biomechs, each has a weird science attack shtick loosely based on the tyrant/lackey within. The dragon breathes an early ruddy-red version of napalm, the weasel spits acid, the vulture has a stink attack, etc. etc. FTR, the most common game mechanic is a bizarre amalgam of the Champions and DC systems, with some MSH RPG thrown in. 8^) ================================= Date: Fri, 12 Mar 1999 21:35:30 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 21:25:30 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00006656 >On Thu, 11 Mar 1999 03:53:33 -0500 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006633 > >> On Wed, 10 Mar '99 >> Morgan and/or Roland Said >"Decisions, Decisions, Decisions..." quips Dhyrclhanc, surveying the >scene, "Oh well... what the hey!" two "pop"s of escaping air caused >by the teleporting of a particular Ruby Fire Dragon hatchling and >everyone's lovable Lensdragon is above and behind "Teth"-Adam. > >Tapping the renegade disciple of Shazam on the shoulder, he says, >"You know it could just be me, but I beleive that book doesn't belong >to you." > > He does. "Eh? Who dares-" >Dhyrclhanc punches him in the mouth with a wicked left from a being >who's blows can shatter solid granite. Then 'ports behind him and >delivers a nasty double wing strike to both sides of his neck. Adam's head rocks back. But he brings up his arms to block the wing strikes, his right hand having a death grip on the grimoire. >"Teth-Adam" from his blind-side untill he lets go of the book. The >book which, unless I miss my guess, belongs to the Egyptian Ghost- >Wizard, Shazam> (OOC: Bingo. Unfortunately, everyone's favorite Ruby Lensdragon finally bit off more than he can chew...BTW, thanks for the IM data. Pepper and Happy seem to be very thoroughly reconciled, which is what originally threw me.) >On Thu, 11 Mar 1999 21:41:25 EST >SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006639 > >And a green glowing circular sawblade leaps up throught the pavement >and carves a precise octagon out of the street under the BU, moving >at a measureable fraction of lightspeed (but, by the ring-wielder's >will, not leaving any shockwaves or shrapnel). Gravity affecting the >octagon vanishes, only to reappear as a tight, directional gluon >field sticking the BU's feet to the pavement. Which has been >reinforced and rigidized by a complex PK field interwoven through its >structure at the molecular level. Without ado, the entire assembly >begins heading vertically for the stratosphere, propelled by Roger >under maximum boost with the assist of a pair of GLR-generated jet >boots. Himmler starts cursing up a storm... >lookalike, but after re-reading the description post I'm not sure. >What am I up against here? /OOC> (OOC: Sure, he's a big lizard. He just looks a little more... Teutonic than Godzilla. ) >Roger's grin warms the entire CAoL link like the sunrise. "Roland >Phoenix's Superhero Handbook, Chapter 2: When the Bad Boys rumble >Downtown, take them someplace more isolated." Roland smiles. "That's my boy..." Then he shakes his head vigorously. [...who isn't born yet. Concentrate on the job, Roland.] >On Thu, 11 Mar 1999 23:18:21 -0500 (EST) >Xzerrion Said As CAoL Message # 00006642 > >On Wed, 10 Mar 1999, L.J. Wolfe wrote: > >Dantris glances over at the worm/mech/whatever. He and Tezrantha have >the same thought - she leaps onto his back and the pair charges, as >she calls into existance a sword of pure lightning. "In the name of >Eilistraee, halt or be slain!" she screams out. Mister Mind blinks at the woman on the flying unicorn. "And Cheesy calls _me_ weird." Sticky silk fires from the thing's mouth. (Ever seen Mothra? ) If that doesn't work, when Tezrantha hits the giant Mister Mind Mech (try saying that five times fast) he electrifies the surface. >Xzerrion glares at the pretentious dark mage. /So, is he supposed to >be a challenge?/ he sends back. He raises both hands, chanting >something that sounds very impressive in the secret language of drow >magic. A huge demon appears at Xzerrion's side, lifting the drow onto >his shoulder, as he snarls at Teth-Adam. Those few who might speak >drow mage-tongue realize Xzerrion is really not spellcasting - just >reciting the dark mage's ignominious ancestry and unsavory habits in >all the gory detail. First, Black Adam has a pesky dragon to deal with: Dhyrclhanc punches with the power to shatter granite...a being who can crack mountains in his hands. As the lovable Lensdragon strikes again, Adam spins with the speed of Mercury, smacks Dhyrclhanc in the jaw with the strength of Hercules, and follows up with a dark magic bolt enhanced with the power of Zeus. Unless I'm _very_ mistaken, even Dhyrclhanc is going to have to take a moment to recover from that... Then Adam looks at Xzerrion with curiosity, his head cocked to one side. "Are you joining wth me, sorceror?" Adam asks, quite confused, as he weaves a spell of translation. The moment the spell is complete, Adam's neck throbs as he turns bright crimson with rage. "You DARE! You DARE mock BLACK ADAM! I WILL SHOW YOU MAGIC, WORM!" And with that, Adam snarls an incantation and throws out his hand, and a humanoid with snake-like features and a scorpion's tail, wearing a zoot suit, comes flying forward bearing a huge Egyptian broadsword. (OOC: This is a sorta kinda Minion of Set from the old Deities and Demigods, altered for Golden Age sensibilities and beefed up to deal with a huge demon. ) "Hey!" Mister Mind objects. "No offense," Adam shrugs. Back with Roland... He lands on the rooftop next to Sivana and the Rocketeer, the dragon circling overhead. "Any ideas?" he asks. The two doctors look him over. "What powers that suit?" the Rocketeer asks. Roland smiles devilishly. "I do." They immediately grab his arms and set his hands on the Tesla coil emplacement they're working on. "Stand here," they say in unison. Roland blinks at the device. "What's this?" "A double-barreled cheese-blaster," Sivana cackles in typical mad-scientist fashion. "I hadda ask," Roland sighs. "I'm getting too old for this," the Rocketeer (aka Doc Stone) agrees in an impressive Danny Glover impression... (OOC: For brevity's sake, I'm going to fastforward past getting the attention of the twin Marvels, explaining the ridiculous plan, convincing the Captains to get in this electric-powered shotgun, and maneuvering everyone into place. Trust me, it would've been hilarious in a comic. 8^) "Okay, you with the tin plating. Get Tojo's attention again," Sivana demands. "The name's Defender, y-Sivana," Roland says softly. He fires a lightning bolt at the dragon. "Hey, ugly! Down here!" The dragon peers down, eyes squinting, then opens its mouth to roar. "Hee hee! FIRE!" Sivana cackles. Doc Stone pulls the trigger. Both Captain Marvels shoot up the maw of the biomech. The dragon explodes impressively, the head seeming to float lazily to the ground. In fact, however, Cap-S carries it down. "Soft cheese," Sivana sniffs disdainfully. Stone rolls his eyes. They peer down at the severed head. Inside, the Tojo-clone begins to rant. Then he/it begins to melt... (OOC: FTR, clones in defeated mechs disintegrate-Mr. Mind's little failsafe to prevent being betrayed.) ================================= Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 06:06:13 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 08:50:49 -0500 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006658 >On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 03:44:30 -0500 (EST) >Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006646 > >John takes position on a rooftop himself. While he does so, Rhia >draws a sword and goes running off into the city. A look of >concentration crosses his face, and on his hand a previously >unnoticeable spikard begins to glow and spin. He clenches his fist >and brings it over his heart, staring out over the city. > >He works his will and in the city, luck increases by an order of >magnitude. People who blindly run away from the battle run in the >right direction. A few of the falling buildings are weakened in just >the right manner to make them fall away from the crowd or to fall >inward upon themselves. Seperated families meet as they are >evacuated. A distraught young mother has her baby handed to her by a >passing stranger. ^John, if you wish a link, we can coordinate our efforts^ >OOC: He can't save anyone from a direct hit, but he's trying to get >them out of the line of fire. After all, this is just an increase in >the probabilities in favor of the people, and John can't apply it >everywhere equally. Also, I'm not going to get too involved in this >fight. OOC: Legion CAN save people from a direct hit. They make a good team. ================================= Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 11:04:37 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 13:16:02 -0500 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00006660 >On Fri, 12 Mar '99 Morgan and/or Roland Said > > First, Black Adam has a pesky dragon to deal with: > Dhyrclhanc punches with the power to shatter granite...a being who >can crack mountains in his hands. As the lovable Lensdragon strikes >again, Adam spins with the speed of Mercury, smacks Dhyrclhanc in the >jaw with the strength of Hercules, and follows up with a dark magic >bolt enhanced with the power of Zeus. > Unless I'm _very_ mistaken, even Dhyrclhanc is going to have to >take a moment to recover from that... The punch obviously does some damage, however, half of it's power is neutralized by everyone's lovable Lensdragons thick hide. Dhyrclhanc is shaken but not stirred. I'll appologize for the pun later, Zia. The eldrich bolt also seems to be slightly muted by the Lensdragon's natural body armor, but the energy of the attack blows the Big Guy(tm) away 15 yards distance. Recovering before making a Ruby Lensdragon shaped mark in a choice example of Fawcett City Archetechture, Dhyrclhanc swoops back into the fray. "You want to play rough, do you?" It was obviously a rhetorical question. "Here is a new trick I learned recently. Baby's got a bottle a bottle filled with lightning and rain... Oh he's crying out for someone but she's riding on a train." Dhyrclhanc sings out the final part, while making wide sweeping gestures with his arms and ending in a pushing motion with his hands, generating a huge bolt of electrical plasma flying towards Black Adam. Those senstitve to these things will be able to tell that the energy contained in the lightning bolt is of an intensity high enough to to scratch Promethium. ================================= Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 11:04:48 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 13:41:12 -0500 (EST) Xzerrion Said As CAoL Message # 00006661 On Fri, 12 Mar 1999, L.J. Wolfe wrote: > Mister Mind blinks at the woman on the flying unicorn. "And Cheesy >calls _me_ weird." Sticky silk fires from the thing's mouth. (Ever >seen Mothra? ) If that doesn't work, when Tezrantha hits the >giant Mister Mind Mech (try saying that five times fast) he >electrifies the surface. Tezrantha raises her sword of lightning, and with a few swift cuts shreds the sticky silk (since we're going for tongue-twisters) before it can bind them in place. Dantris on reaching the mech, delivers a nasty shock : as his horn impacts, he delivers a blow of rapidly alternating positive and negative planar energy. As his horn doesn't conduct, he isn't hurt by the electrified surface. Tezrantha's sword blow leaves the surface a bit more charged than it was already. (she's basically holding a lightning bolt, so she wouldn't get shocked either. Nice plan, but not effective against their weapons.) She then changes tactics, and begins rapidly heating the metal surfaces of the mech. > First, Black Adam has a pesky dragon to deal with: > Dhyrclhanc punches with the power to shatter granite...a being who >can crack mountains in his hands. As the lovable Lensdragon strikes >again, Adam spins with the speed of Mercury, smacks Dhyrclhanc in the >jaw with the strength of Hercules, and follows up with a dark magic >bolt enhanced with the power of Zeus. > Unless I'm _very_ mistaken, even Dhyrclhanc is going to have to >take a moment to recover from that... Xzerrion uses the moment of distraction to hurl a fist size ball of 4000 degree flame at Adam's head, hopefully timing it so he turns back at Xzerrion just in time to get it down the throat. > Then Adam looks at Xzerrion with curiosity, his head cocked to one >side. "Are you joining wth me, sorceror?" Adam asks, quite confused, >as he weaves a spell of translation. > The moment the spell is complete, Adam's neck throbs as he turns >bright crimson with rage. "You DARE! You DARE mock BLACK ADAM! I WILL >SHOW YOU MAGIC, WORM!" And with that, Adam snarls an incantation and >throws out his hand, and a humanoid with snake-like features and a >scorpion's tail, wearing a zoot suit, comes flying forward bearing a >huge Egyptian broadsword. (OOC: This is a sorta kinda Minion of Set >from the old Deities and Demigods, altered for Golden Age >sensibilities and beefed up to deal with a huge demon. ) > "Hey!" Mister Mind objects. > "No offense," Adam shrugs. Looking at the minion, Xzerrion shakes his head. "You've got to be kidding me." [Let's see, conjurors usually need some amount of concentration to control their summoned creatures, so ...] He pulls out a wand, and fires a flash of painfully intense light, intolerable for lower planar creatures and undead, and very distracting to anybody looking that way. He follows up by giving Adam a *very* distracting case of genital itch that just *won't* go away. > ================================= Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 18:04:40 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: The Monster Squad <.g> On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 20:55:23 EST SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00006664 In a message dated 99-03-13 14:05:00 EST, you write: DL started singing: > "Here is a new trick I learned recently. Baby's got a bottle a >bottle filled with lightning and rain... Oh he's crying out for >someone but she's riding on a train." Roger, who numbers among his fatal flaws the inability to pass up a good tune, breaks off singing the "Ode to Joy" from Beethoven's Ninth (in German), and switches over to take up the verse after Uncle D finishes with it. Of course, it doesn't Do Things for Roger like is does for the Big Guy, but it *is* a cool tune. Even if he is slightly more partial to "Silver Thunderbird." ================================= Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 23:05:52 -0800 (PST) Subject: Re: AAE V: ...or Bring Back My Monster To Me! On Sun, 14 Mar 1999 01:48:52 -0500 (EST) Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006666 >On Sat, 13 Mar 1999 08:50:49 -0500 >Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00006658 > >>On Fri, 12 Mar 1999 03:44:30 -0500 (EST) >>Shadow Said As CAoL Message # 00006646 >> >*snip* >>He works his will and in the city, luck increases by an order of >>magnitude. People who blindly run away from the battle run in the >>right direction. A few of the falling buildings are weakened in just >>the right manner to make them fall away from the crowd or to fall >>inward upon themselves. Seperated families meet as they are >>evacuated. A distraught young mother has her baby handed to her by a >>passing stranger. > >^John, if you wish a link, we can coordinate our efforts^ ^I would like that.^ When John and Legion link, Legion can also sense John getting reports on Rhia's activities and occasionally he gives her directions to groups or individuals hiding in the city. (And for those wondering, Rhia is also fighting any baddies who might be down there, whether they be evil super types or just those who take the chaos as an excuse to give their worst nature free rein.) It's a detached link, more along the lines of a set of walkie talkies than anything else. >>OOC: He can't save anyone from a direct hit, but he's trying to get >>them out of the line of fire. After all, this is just an increase in >>the probabilities in favor of the people, and John can't apply it >>everywhere equally. Also, I'm not going to get too involved in this >>fight. > >OOC: Legion CAN save people from a direct hit. They make a good team. OOC: =================================