(Grass: Yeah, the alien animal thing was a bit odd, given his back-story…)
City Hall, Alongside City Hall
Affected Players: Grass, DVB, Bron, Big
Bloodbath didn’t look over at Control Freak, nor would she acknowledge that his attempts to comfort her actually were kind of nice. The flying girl launched into a speech full of excuses, and sorrows, and work together propaganda. What annoyed Bloodbath the most was that she thought she could compare. She’d only lost friends. Bloodbath had lost her family, and her childhood. As the hero turned to check her wrist device, Bloodbath only scoffed, “Whatever, you don’t know me.”
The communication however, revealed that the demons were pushing closer to them, killing indiscriminately along the way. It was suggested they split up. For some insane reason the ice ninja wanted Bloodbath to stay with him, and Control Freak to go, suggesting Control Freak’s remote may be of some use closing the portal.
“Uh, only one problem with that Splinter,” suggested Control Freak letting go of Bloodbath’s arm and pulling out the shattered remains of his controller. BB and Cy didn’t seem to think a that team-up sounded too good either.
Others, like the dino hero continued to make plans and gather information. Bloodbath grabbed Control Freak’s collar, “Am I really your Watson?”
“Absolutely, Imouto,” agreed Control Freak.
“Then tell them you can’t leave without me!” she snapped, smacking him. Control Freak was dazed, he pointed to Bloodbath, “Uh… even… even if I can get it fixed on the way, I can’t leave without Watson… She’ll hurt me.”
City Hall, Stairwell
Affected RPers: Big
Slade charged up the stairs liks some sort of robot, his own robots marching obediently behind him, hundreds of them. Gizmo grumbled and started up his jetpack, zipping along behind Slade. A few flights up, Gizmo remembered something, and shouted “Hold up, there’s something that belongs to one of those snot-munching heroes in my lab. It should be useful.”
Slade glanced at him, then paused to wait patiently while Gizmo yanked open the stairwell door, watching him with that one lifeless eye. Jeepers, even when the guy was being polite, he scared the heck out of Gizmo.
Gizmo zoomed down the hall and turned into his lab. He strolled towards the back of his crowded lab, stuffing a few compactable weapons into his pack along the way, until he reached a set of humongous glass tubes. Only one of them contained a functioning experiment however. He tapped his pass code into the keypad on the unit. With a woosh and cloud of gas, the chamber opened.
Before him stood an young boy, somewhere between six and nine years old, just about the same height as gizmo himself, with scraggly dark brown hair, and a vacant expression. Gizmo smiled and waited a moment for the gas to dissipate. The child jerked to life with a slightly unnatural creaking sound. A devious toothy smile crossed his face as he looked around, and he spoke in an unnatural, but not entirely emotionless voice, “Whatsup, Master Gizmo?”
“We’re off to go kick some pathetic putrid demons’ butts,” instructed Gizmo.
“Cool, I can blast these demon-goobers with my mini rockets, right?” enthused the automated child, “This is gonna be a mega-ton of awesome, Master Gizmo.”
“Sure thing, M-47,” agreed Gizmo, signaling for the boy to come.
As they rejoined Slade, they found him tinkering with some device. He looked up the stairwell, then at them. He spoke flatly, “I think we should check out the top floor. There’s a lot of heat signatures up there, so, either Brother Blood’s called a meeting, or something’s up… Nice to see you again, 47.”