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Post by Timezone on May 22, 2016 9:22:34 GMT -7
"Finally I got someone!" Timezone practically cheered, who cares if his vision was tossing and turning? He hit a villain correctly! Ok, so what he could see was, two Keepers, including Azoth, and three Pandemonium people, maybe he should focus on the Pandemonium people? He have heard they were pretty unstable!
His choice turned out to be right choice as the Pandemonium people, well, started raising pandemonium. Butterflies messed with his still recovering vision, creepy blood monsters bit at his feet, and, this one was directed right at him, a tornado of... something swirled around him, scratching at his skin, but not much else.
"Hey, this doesn't even hurt, you-" Next thing he knows, he's choking and coughing, really wishing he decided not to open his mouth. He pushed his way out of the tornado, rubbing at his eyes and spitting out whatever was in that tornado, trying to remember what member of Pandemonium could do something like that. It started with a D... Disco? Yeah, Disco! He thinks, pain does stuff to your thinking ability. "Man Disco! You were trying to make a disco ball around me or something?"
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Post by Giza Kadabra on May 22, 2016 10:35:20 GMT -7
Giza smiled; his performance does the trick really well as both a distraction and the flare for Aurora’s power. Clearly Timezone make a huge mistake by picking a fight with Bloodbath, the most unstable member of the Pandaemonium; oh well, he’s still just a bratty little kid who think he can play hero, so he isn’t much of the concern. The Keeper, on the other hand, might be more troublesome than him. One of them split themselves and made present in Aurora and Bloodbath’s view, while the other is doing something weird in the back, making some of the displayed artifact disappear while looking at Bloodbath’s mess as though she’s analyzing it. He never likes the Keepers; they’ve always so weird and secretive with their ability, all for the “searching for knowledge” crap that they follow.
“Please lady,” he shouted to the white-hair Keeper that just split herself, “there’s only one of me, there’s no need to divide yourself like that. But that was pretty good trick, what you did there; have you ever consider a position of a stage magician’s lovely, dim-witted assistance? I’m currently in the market for one, if you must know.”
He then placed his hand on the shock-proof glass that protected the artifacts he was after. Silly Timezone, leaving this thing unprotected; does he believe this glass is going to help? Without even saying a single word, he turned the glass into a floating sphere of liquid hovering above the air, exposing the artifacts for him to grab them with ease.
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Post by Arcanum on May 22, 2016 16:53:50 GMT -7
Splitting her attention three ways certainly had its downsides. Watching the unlimited butterfly mess fly around from several different angles was really disorienting. Combined with all the sparkling particles, it probably would have given her a headache if such a thing was still possible. Arcanum figured magic man would take the opportunity to leave with whatever he was after. She did not count on him ending up on the other side of the room and away from her original body.
Operation Divide and Conquer somehow didn’t work out. Her main target had slipped off and was now closer to one of the clones. That copy had to put up with Bloodbath’s nonsense, but Timezone at least served as a distraction. She could simply redirect that attention towards the stage magician, but that wasn’t guaranteed to work out.
As Arcanum started reforming her missing arms, the magician kid started saying something. It took a moment for Arcanum to realize he was talking to her. Most of his monologues so far didn’t really invite conversation, and were not statements she could respond to. Now, well, it’d be easier if he went back to ignoring her, but she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get one line in. She looked off in the distance, as if she intended to mutter under her breath and just happened to be louder than expected. “Heh. You can’t pay me to be your babysitter, brat.”
She began to close the distance between them. Even if Arcanum decided to go after someone else, the threat of standing closer might bait him into making the mistake of attacking her.
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Post by Azoth on May 22, 2016 18:46:14 GMT -7
Damn butterflies. The glorified ants on kites were everywhere and, once they started swarming around her face (seemingly intent on taking her perfect little spot in the corner for themselves, the selfish little wannabe moths) were the only thing on her mind. The whole of the room was quite busy, actually; between the butterflies, Aurora’s aurora, and the people in various states of panic, and it all added up to make a situation in which it was very difficult to concentrate on anything at all.
Azoth took a bit of bat residue and got no other information than it’s very uncomfortable to have a butterfly in one’s nose. She took a piece of a display case Bloodbath had made short work of and found out that, at this point, she may as well give up trying to glean anything useful.
A change of tactics was in order. And the first order of business was to get rid of some of the butterflies. Those unfortunate enough to be the closest to Azoth gained holes in their wings and lost their ability to stay airborne. A small halo of butterflies formed around her feet. When she was at last contented with her current butterfly relations, she returned her attention to the main stage - and found Timezone as the center of several attacks. Azoth was by no means allied with him - indeed, she’d kept her pace to walking all day because of the seriously bruised rib he gave her last time they met - but any attacks he took were attacks that weren’t directed at her. Plus their goals (seemed to be) aligned; she may as well help him out.
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Post by Bloodbath on May 22, 2016 19:30:37 GMT -7
Bloodbath gasped as the boy, Timezone was it, collided with him and tried to pull him down apparently. Suddenly, he felt frankly horrible! His stomach flipped and his vision swirled every which way as his concentration shattered and rivers of blood collided with the floor.
A chocking groan escaped his lips as he tried to push him away, desperately trying to retain whatever bloodstream was still connected to him.
Blood. I'm losing blood! I need more!
Throughout all this, the edges of his vision blearingly recorded the really, really odd happenings around him. A women split in two, butterflies fluttered around, while countless more dropped to the ground.
What the heck is happening!?
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Post by PANOPTICON Ver. 3.023 on May 22, 2016 20:06:28 GMT -7
PANOPTICON Ver 3.023 analyzing combat data... --- Interference (Obfuscation) by Azoth against Bloodbath results in SUCCESS, +5% combat advantage Interference (Depowering) by Bloodbath against Arcanum results in FAILURE due to equal-or-greater suppression by the Intererence (Obfuscation) Azoth used Accumulation (Summoning) by Arcanum against Maneuver (Alteration) results in SUCCESS, +10% combat advantage Aggression (Confinement) by Aurora Disicio against Azoth results in SUCCESS, +30% combat advantage Aggression (Destruction) by Giza Kadabra against Azoth results in SUCCESS, +30% combat advantage Aurora Disicio Bloodbath and Giza Kadabra have reached 100% combat advantage. They have managed to steal a significant portion of the collection and hinder their opponents from pursuit. All participants receive 10 Notoriety for their part in the battle! --- Analyzing possible outcomes... 1. Simply escape with your loot. The horde will be bolder about attacking again in the future. Effect: +5 Pandaemonium Prestige2. Destroy whatever you can't take with you on the way out! Some of these pieces are quite famous - this will get a lot of people angry at you. Effect: +45 additional Notoriety each for Aurora Disicio Bloodbath and Giza Kadabra As the one who started the scheme, Giza Kadabra gets the final choice. (Now that the battle is over, everyone in it can start or join other schemes! There is currently one other scheme posted which starts in about 16 hours.)
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Post by Aurora Disicio on May 23, 2016 5:47:20 GMT -7
The sheer amount of chaos in this building was astounding. It didn't phase Aurora though, she thrived in such situations. She was used to tracking millions of little particles already, the butterflies, the clones, where everyone was...it was all much easier to keep track of in comparison. The sound of the terrified crowd was more like a nice background track than distracting. The entire situation was more amusing than anything. The idiot hero was mostly dealt with. After getting impaled by Giza's butterflies, and trapped in the corner by her own attack, one of the Keepers was likely out of commission at this point. The last was fighting valiantly, but if she could just separate like that, then there probably wasn't much reason to go easy on the clones. If they became too much of a problem Aurora could just drop some heavy things on them.
It all put her in a good enough mood that she was almost willing to let the Disco comment go. It was clear that the stupid nickname wasn't making anyone fear her any less, given the reaction of the crowd and even some of the supers here, so she was gradually becoming less concerned about it. It still pissed her off on some level because of how stupid it was, but as long as the name had the desired effect she could deal with it. Then the idiot hero attacked her. She felt momentarily nauseous and disorientated, but such things wouldn't slow her down that much. Even though Aurora was a little shorter than the hero she was good at making her very presence seem big enough to make up for it. She slowly turned towards him, standing up perfectly straight, and looked at him straight in the eye. It was clear from her last fight with different idiot heroes from the Bulwark that she had been too kind thus far. Respect was earned, and often had to be seized. It was clear this kid had none what-so-ever for her, and probably didn't even realize what she was capable of. He would soon learn.
Thanks to her attack earlier, he had several particles stuck inside of his body. He likely breathed a few in, while others just got stuck in his eyes and up his nose. They'd be trying to escape and rejoin the rest of the aurora, but that force wasn't quite strong enough to let them escape most containers, the human body being no exception. Thus, they would be stuck there until Aurora rematerialized whatever object they were made from. She was always careful not to rematerialize something when some of the particles that made up the object were stuck inside of someone's body because of the damage it could cause, it always seemed excessive to use that amount of force, but that amount of force was exactly what this kid needed. He needed to understand. One of the glass display cases started rematerializing inside of her aurora, not too far from Azoth's head. The particles that were stuck in Timezone would force themselves out of his body, leaving hundreds of tiny holes, most not even visible to the human eye, as they forced themselves out. Normally she'd be more concerned about causing his lungs to collapse or other potentially dangerous things, but she was under the impression that he had some way to heal himself. It would just be extremely painful for the time being.
"It's Aurora Disicio. Get it right next time."
With that done, it was time to get to work on the rest of the museum. Aurora already grabbed most of the things that were small enough to carry, so it was time to turn everything else into pieces. Her aurora left Azoth and hovered on the ceiling. As she took some pieces out of some of the artifacts, walls, floors, and whatever else happened to be around, she dropped those things in various places in the museum, not only creating a huge mess but making her difficult to follow as well. Their work was done here, it was time to go. Aurora herself opened another hole in the ceiling, jumped, and started spawning bits of wall and floor under her feet again so she could climb back up there. From there, she'd make her way back to the horde from the tops of the buildings.
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Post by Timezone on May 25, 2016 9:54:01 GMT -7
Timezone stumbled, ok he really really over did all those timelags! Disco didn't even seem that affected, from what he could see she was just standing there looking at him. "What, did you just-" He cut himself off with a scream as it felt like somebody have just ripped him apart. Then it got worse.
He couldn't breath, he seriously couldn't breath! Driven to panic, he begin a rewind, healing whatever damage he just got. Finally he took a shaky breath and looked at Disco, wait what did she say her name was? "Aurora Disicio? D-disco is much easier to say!" He tried to stay confident, but maybe almost probably dying made him just the smallest bit freaked out.
The Aurora girl wasn't done apparently as basically everything in the museum rained down. "Everyone watch out!" He covered his head and pressed himself against the wall, hoping nothing could fall on from there. Soon, the rain ended and he looked around, alright some civilians seemed injured, and the place was absolutely destroyed, nothing was left untouched. "Way to mess up again Timezone...!" He's a superhero and not only did the place get destroyed but some people got hurt! He dashed outside to the police.
"Hey, call the rest of 911 or something, some people got hurt!"
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Post by Bloodbath on May 26, 2016 6:01:00 GMT -7
Bloodbath hissed and slapped his hands over his face as a blinding light flashed around, "Oww" He groaned as he backed away, trying to fix his balance.
When he opened his eyes, they had won! Aurora was already wrecking the place. "W-we can destroy it!?" He laughed almost happily before ignoring his dizziness and thrusting columns of blood into the walls, bringing down parts of the ceiling on everyone but himself, as a shield of blood surrounded him.
He darted out as soon as this task was finished, following the blood creatures carrying various artifacts.
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Post by Arcanum on May 26, 2016 22:17:21 GMT -7
Again with all the flashing lights and distractions. Arcanum brought a hand to her face and gently rubbed her temples. She had to shut off most of her clones' senses in order to avoid feeling overloaded. If it were still possible, she'd probably have a headache by now.
It was over. She needed to leave. By this point Arcanum knew she was getting too emotionally invested in this stupid battle. This had nothing to do with any missions or secret plans, so the stakes weren't all that important. Losing here didn't prevent her from doing anything later on. The only downside of leaving meant that she could not get revenge for ruining her day off, but that was a bad reason to continue fighting. Not now. Maybe if she had some teammates who were actually competent and knew what they were doing then--
No, blaming the others wouldn't solve anything. It's not their fault. The fact that Arcanum even started that train of thought only proved that she wasn't in the right mind to keep going. Later on, she could try reflecting on this event to find areas where she might improve. Clearly she was too upset to think about it now.
Arcanum sunk back down to the ground and collected herself into one large puddle. Ignoring the others' talking and further destruction of the museum, she quickly slipped out through the front door and down an alley.
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Post by Azoth on May 27, 2016 13:42:14 GMT -7
Falling rubble or butterflies turned darts alone she might have been able to handle, but both chunks of concrete threatening to fall on her and needles flying at her face overwhelmed the super who had just spent the fight sitting in a corner. Her abilities were enough to blunt the worst of the attacks; butterfly pins vanished and larger bits of rubble crumbled into bruises rather than concussion. But she was acting on her other senses as to what her defensive maneuvers targeted. Her goggles were supposed to lessen the impact of sudden light, and so she hadn’t been expecting Aurora’s aurora to blast her screen with a blinding white. Nor had she the attack at all, really. She didn’t know what she’d done to elicit such a response; here Timezone was, shouting threats and lunging at people, and Arcanum was splitting herself into other herselves and acting perfectly menacing, yet she was the one to get her shoulders pelted by rocks and no less than five needles stuck in her torso and arms.
Azoth stumbled away from the epicenter of the attacks, hoping to get away from the worst of it. And then Bloodbath attacked the building.
She took her stand against one of the walls. Any structural beams or chunks of roof that threatened to fall on her had their trajectories redirected via thin and angled cuts in the stone, shifting the broken pieces’’ paths away from her head. This was a clear defeat. She made no attempts at a counter attack, even as the worst of the museum's renovation settled down. A bit of favoritism was not worth being ganged up on by three pandemoniums. Azoth could care less now if the museum lost however many millions or if her own money went down the drain; she liked not coming home in the evening with fifty new injuries, especially when she was still recovering from one so kindly gifted by a certain bulwark. It was time she left.
Fog began to form thickly around her. Using the chaos Bloodbath was causing with the police, Azoth left quietly.
The next day the museum's owner would find a pile of jewels on her front doorstep. It was everything the keeper had managed to nab herself, and set atop the pile was a note reading: “You owe me. -Azoth”.
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Post by Giza Kadabra on May 27, 2016 14:09:23 GMT -7
Giza laughed hysterically; he had out-done himself with this performance. He dropped the liquid on the ground and shattered it before grabbing the artifacts that he was after. Watching Aurora punished that Bulwark from calling her that stupid nickname brought a smile to his face; serve him right for doing something so stupid, that outa teach the incompetence Bulwark not to mess around with the Pandaemonium anymore. With both the Keepers ran away in the chaos with their tails between their legs and the police outside were busy dealing with Bloodbath’s mess, he better get ready to make his exit as well. He hopped on one of the display case and gave a bow toward the still groaning people from the billion butterfly-spikes:
“Thank you, lady and gentleman, for your wondrous contribution to our show. Please give a big round of applause to those Keepers and our brave volunteer from the Bulwark for their best effort to try only to get nothing in return. And special thanks to you all for running around like a bunch of headless chickens; without you, this show will be for naught. I would like to give my gratitude to the wonderful curator of this fine museum; without your generous “donation”, this show will not have come to such wonderful success.”
Giza snapped his fingers, and all the butterfly-spikes, along with few other small artifacts around, disappeared in multiple plumes of smoke. As a final touch to the show, he pulled out a spray can and began to draw out a large smiley face with its tongue stick out in red and sign his initial underneath, defacing a priceless painting in the process. Once he’s finished with this masterpiece, he threw the spray-can away as it exploded into a mess of red and turned to his lovely “audiences”:
“That concluded our late show for tonight’s event; I hope you all enjoy this for years to come. And with that, I bid you all adieu.”
He tipped his hat and snapped his finger again, engulfing himself in a swarm of bats before they all scattered away as he vanished without a trace. The swarm of bats then flew toward the other artifacts that are too big for Giza to carry and just explode, destroying anything near its small blast radius without hurting any civilians near its wake. Before long, the only thing left standing behind this performance is the huge red smiley face that Giza made as a mockery to the police as they swarm into the scene, too late to do anything yet again.
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