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Post by criticalmass on Aug 31, 2016 15:10:53 GMT -7
Mass didn't want to do anything but walk right now, so he decided to go to the park. He had to go at night of course, otherwise people would be an issue, and he didn't want to be reported. He mostly walked through the trees, taking note of everything, closing his eyes, and seeing how much he remembered accurately. It was a simple mental exercise, but it helped him to pass the time. He was fairly bored, and didn't know what he should do, so he started doing what came naturally, and punched things. Mostly trees, a few rocks, and air, but that got boring pretty quickly, so he decided to practice his power instead, turning rocks and falling leaves into air, changing their mass to fit the volume perfectly, making them a gas. It was incredibly interesting, how his power worked. But even this got boring, as you can only make leaves dissappear for so long before the fun disappears, so he sat. And waited. And waited. Waiting for something to happen to change this course of action, such as a meteor striking, a person screaming, or a cat walking by.
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Post by Big Martin on Aug 31, 2016 15:50:38 GMT -7
A cat walked by. Then another one, and another and another, until a vast horde of furry creatures was streaming past, all moving steadily in the same direction. Some of them carried small objects in their jaws, which a moment's inspection would reveal to be wallets, jewelry, and other small yet quite valuable commodities. At first, the feline flow was slim enough to pass by the armored super, but as the number of cats increased, so too did the width of their procession, and within a few moments, the edge of the advancing swarm passed close enough to Criticalmass for some of the cats to start noticing him.
Their slowed down, glancing at the super and then at each other, drawing close and seemingly whispering among themselves, as if discussing the strange human and whether he was worth paying any attention to. Suddenly, however, a ripple seemed to pass through the swarm, and all the cats went still. Together, they stared at Mass, tense and silent.
Then, without warning, one of them stepped forwards, opened its mouth, and spoke, in perfect English. "Hey, you with the fancy mask! Big Martin wants to know who the hell you are, and what you're doing here dressed like that." It cocked its head slightly to one side. "We've got an operation going on here, and we don't like unknowns hanging about." Even as it spoke, a tiger passed by behind it, a large bag stuffed with goods strapped to its back.
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Post by criticalmass on Aug 31, 2016 16:53:20 GMT -7
Interesting, he thought of cats and they appeared. Nude models, nude models, nude models! Damn, didn't work. Anyway, he took note of the horde of cats, not moving, then listened to the little cat speaking to him. He didn't like having something so small speak to him with athority, although he did understand it was simply using the authority of its master, but it was still annoying. I, small furry creature, am someone with skills, and doesn't feel like telling you his name, and if you talk to me like that again, I'll post adorable pictures of you on the internet. And If you've got an operation going on, I want in. He hoped the cat would get mad at the comment, as that would be absolutely adorable. He also hoped their master would show up to speak, or a more polite cat would. His eyes drifted to the tiger with the bag on its back. Whats in there? He didn't really want to, but he would mug cats if he had to.
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Post by Big Martin on Sept 3, 2016 5:39:11 GMT -7
The small cat hissed, its back arching. "No photos! This is top secret business, understand? Interfere, and we'll have to-" It froze mid-sentence, along with all the other cats around it. Then, as if responding to some silent order, they backed away, clearing the space around Mass and parting for a new arrival. Something was moving through the horde of cats, a shifting, squirming shadow that shambled forwards at a leisurely pace, proceeding straight through the army towards Mass.
As it drew closer, it would become clear that this thing was a person. A man, covered from head to toe in cats. They climbed upon his legs, his arms, his shoulders, and even his head, hiding his appearance completely with their furry bodies. It should have been impossible for him to walk with so many animals on him, except that they were coordinating, climbing their way around him in such a way as to allow him to move, even while burdened by their constantly shifting weight.
As one, the army bowed their heads. Their leader had appeared in person.
"All right, man with skills," said Big Martin, his voice measured, calm, and rather formal. "What do I call you? If you don't yet have a code name, I'd advise you to pick one- helps build your reputation, and makes communication with allies easier." The cats on his shoulders and head moved, and for a moment the white of his teeth was revealed, the flash of a grin that was gone in an instant as another cat got in the way. "If you don't know what to call me, then you probably haven't been doing enough research. If you do know who I am, however, then you'll know that it's a bad idea to try and interfere with my plans."
It was hard to tell, with all the cats on him, but it looked like Big Martin was tilting his head to one side, as if considering. "You didn't deliberately attack my forces, so I'll give you a choice in return. Run away now, and leave me to do my work- or, if you want to know exactly what my big cats are carrying, make yourself useful. The police will be on their way by now, and it'd be quite convenient if someone were to cause some havoc on the roads, make sure they can't give chase in those pesky cars of theirs. Sound fair?"
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Post by criticalmass on Sept 3, 2016 7:57:47 GMT -7
The man covered in cats was very interesting, and so he used a burner phone to quickly access the keeper database, seeing that his name was Big Martin, and he pretty much just commanded cats. Then, crushing the phone, he would reply. My names Critical Mass, but most people call me Mass for short, and I think it would be fairly easy to break a few cars with my abilities. All I need to do is make a wall and start smashing anything that hits it. Remembering his actual purpose here, he would quickly add, And if I do that, you'll tell me what you've got in those containers, Big Martin? He looked in the direction of the roads. He could faintly hear sirens in the distance. If he started soon, he could get to the cop cars and start destroying the cars.
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Post by Big Martin on Sept 5, 2016 13:12:43 GMT -7
It was a fair enough deal, and although Big Martin didn't particularly trust the other super, he was confident that he could deal with any tricks this Mass fellow might try to pull. "Certainly," he said, "if you can help me as you say, then I'd be happy to offer you a little knowledge as to what I've been up to. In fact, if I'm satisfied with your work, I'll even offer you a small share of the goods!" It'd be a slight loss for Big Martin, who had put in a fair bit of effort to pull this operation off, but it might also serve to win him an ally, one who might prove useful somewhere down the line.
"Good deal, no? I need to get moving, now- but when you've done your part, come and find me. Shouldn't be hard, just follow the cats and I'll be there." He turned away. "Pleasure to meet you. See you soon..."
With that, the army of cats suddenly began to move again, heading towards the edge of the park nearest the suburbs. Many cats glanced back at Mass as they left, though their leader simply hopped on a passing lion and left. There were a few other big cats in the army, and some of them had bags strapped to them, similar to what the first tiger had worn.
Their path would soon take them out of the park and onto the roads. Already, the vanguard of the furry army was striking into the traffic, leaping onto windshields and forcing cars to come screeching to a halt, bumping into each other and setting of blaring alarms. The cars had been moving far too slow to send each other flying, but even at slower speeds, the pileup created a thick blockade of vehicles that Big Martin's other forces could pass by safely. A canny driver, however, would be able to take a route around the crash and threaten the horde itself. The sound of sirens was growing louder...
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Post by criticalmass on Sept 6, 2016 14:03:04 GMT -7
Great doing business with ya, Gonna go see about what I can do about that thingamajig. Ciao for now! With that, he would head towards the sirens, setting a large wall up in the street, manipulating the asphalt to make a pit, and moving the cars to form a wall. Now they would all crash into the pit, and he would get to have some fun smashing them to bits. He would of course proceed with this course of action until he decided the police had been sufficiently slowed, then launch himself back to the cats with a quick burst of expansion on the ground beneath him. Finishing with a roll that would land him directly in front of where the horde should be. Hello again friendly felines! Emphasis on the last word, he built a wall behind them to prevent any more chasing from the police. So, I would suggest we discuss rewards as we walk away from the weak minded ones? Ah, little to no effort had actually gotten him a small reward. Who would have guessed?
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Post by Big Martin on Sept 14, 2016 15:01:42 GMT -7
While Critical Mass formed a makeshift barricade to keep law enforcement at bay, Big Martin and his horde took the opportunity to move across Viridian Park and into the city proper, swarming through side-streets to take a shortcut into the suburbs. They were fast, numerous, and unstoppable, and without the police nor any other supers on the scene they made very good progress. A few more minutes, and the mysterious goods they now transported would be hidden away in a hideout, safe and sound until Big Martin decided it was time to make use of them.
Before that, however, he had his side of a small deal to fulfill.
Mass had quickly caught up with the cat army, and their leader turned his way, acknowledging the presence of an ally. He raised one arm and beckoned, inviting the Keeper to come closer to where he was- next to one of the big cats laden down with a bag full of unknown goods. "Not bad. Since you were kind enough to assist, I suppose I ought to return the favor."
The tiger stepped over to Big Martin's side, and he pulled open the bag, revealing what appeared at first to be random junk: electronics, clothing, food, and many other seemingly random stolen objects. These, however, were merely a distraction from the real prize. Reaching past the assorted plunder, Big Martin withdrew a tiny brown pouch, and tipped the contents into the palm of his free hand.
Diamonds. Small, and not terribly many, but these were definitely the real thing, and there were plenty of other cats in the horde carrying bags.
"I got these after an unexpected encounter with a sneak thief- one Calico Cat, I believe he called himself. We both happened to rob a place at the same time, so we split the plunder, but there was more than enough to go around." He extended his hand, the jewels glistening in the light. "So I'll share a little with you, for your help. These ones are yours. Should be worth at least a couple thousand... not bad for a few minutes' work. Work with me again in the future, and I think you'll find it similarly rewarding." The cats on his shoulders shifted, revealing a small part of his face, just enough for Mass to catch a hint of a dangerous smile. "So long as you don't get in my way."
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Post by criticalmass on Sept 18, 2016 13:26:45 GMT -7
Smiling under his helmet at the jewels, Mass would perform a quick two-fingered salute. Nice doing business with you, will keep your name in mind next time I'm bored. With this, he would turn around, making stairs of solid air to walk up to the tops of the buildings surrounding them, and continuing away. [exit]
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