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| Box | Jul 16 2009, 02:53 AM Post #31 |
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"Damn it," Madison muttered as Alex was deleted in the chaos of combat with the virus protection programs. He leaped forward and plunged his sword into the chest of one of the protection programs. They were doign well despite it all, though. They had creativity on their side, intelligence, and despite the advances in artificial intelligence, the virus hunters were no match for them. Between the creative capabilities of the team and Jon's hastily improvised barricade, they were overwhelmed easily. Before too long, they were dispatched, and the group of heroes had met a momentary respite, albeit however short it may be. "He should be fine," Madison said with a small exertion of effort as he willed the weaponry and armor to vanish. "Slightly disoriented and perhaps a bit bruised, but since he was deleted, then he was sent straight to quarantine and the recycle bin. I'll be able to retrieve him once we are finished." He advanced forward, slipping out of the alleyway into a different section of the "city", while checking into the distance across the cyberscape. Past the building-like formations, there was a piercing yellow beam of light shooting high into the sky. "That's the place," he said, pointing out to the light tower. "We should move quickly. The sooner we get this done with, the sooner we can recover Mister Legard and ensure his safety." |
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| Puck | Jul 17 2009, 12:54 AM Post #32 |
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He could finally see what all the fuss was with this computer business. Truth was, Puck wasn’t one for the latest and greatest computer stuff, and he was lost when the kids at school would talk about their Twitters and their Facebook and their Razorberries or whatever they happened to be talking about at the moment, but the world they were in now... that was some right good stuff right there. They had been traveling down what appeared to be a maze of circuitry, with colors, shapes, pulses of light, and jolts of energy happening around them in all directions at once. Virtual "people" went about their business, luckily never even noticing the intruders that they were being. They had made it practically to the door of the gigantic building, and no sign of the anti-virus goons they had encountered beforehand, Somehow, this all just seemed too easy. Puck looked upward, toward the huge monolithic structure stretching before them. It literally seemed to stretch upward as far as the eye could see. The very top could just barely be made out, and an eerie yellow glow from the unimaginably powerful energy beam poured upward into the sky. Looking upward, it almost seemed as if perspective was lost here, with the building bulging outward and swaying inward along its sides as it stretched upward. To the left and right, the building stretched what looked to be at least 2-3 New York city blocks in both directions. There were no windows, and there appeared to be no way inside. Executing three expertly timed bounces, Puck launched himself to the left hand corner of the building. Looking down the left side, the structure still seemed to be completely featureless, with no way inside. He bounced back to the group, shaking his head. "No door. Anyone have any idea on how we're supposed to get inside this damn Star Trek tree house? Anyone got Captain Kirk's email address?" |
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| Wanda | Jul 17 2009, 08:57 PM Post #33 |
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Wanda watched Puck bounce and leap against the sheer, slick surface of the tower. Around the strangers in a strange world, the denizens of the cyber world seemed not to have an ounce of curiosity about them, filing them under strange next generation scripts and going about their assigned functions. Had Wanda been paying attention to her surroundings instead of watching Puck and listening to the rest of the group, she would’ve seen one of the most insidious monsters in this new cyberworld strolling toward them, would’ve seen the way the other programs parted before this … FIEND, cowering together to stay out of arms reach; careful not to touch him. What came toward the unsuspecting group of misplaced mutants was an oddly square-ish program with a head and limbs sticking out of a white cube body. At a glance, he looked harmless. His wide, friendly smile beamed at everyone, the kind of manic smile found on a Joker-victim. Wanda tilted back her head to peer at the top of the tower and stepped back, accidentally bumping the cube-man. “Oh.” As she turned, the cube started his spiel, delivering it with the plastic cheerfulness of a door-to-door salesman. “Are you paying too much for car insurance?” The cube-man boomed in a loud voice. His billboard-like body came to life, flashing big green dollar signs. “Fill out this short questionnaire and get MEGA bucks.” Wanda blinked, nearly blinded by the seizure inducing flashing colors, as her hand flailed out for the big red STOP button on his chest… the trap. As soon as she hit it, several more cube-men appeared around them. “Learn Japanese while you sleep.” “Be a millionaire in 12 weeks! *Results may vary” “Win a FREE vacation.” “The HOT chicks of SLUTTY HOES are waiting for you! Hot girl on girl action!” And like all victims of the insidious Pop-up, dozens were crowded around them before they could blink. Now Wanda could see the vacant, soulless look in their eyes and knew this was a thing of pure evil. “Stoooooop!” Her commands drowned under the sea of dozens of hawking pitchmen. Fruitlessly, she clicked the STOP buttons. “Stop what you are doing!” Suddenly, the ones near the tower collapsed. Whether it was from their own weight (or a well-placed Guido boot), it didn’t matter; what did matter was that the cube bodies of the pop-ups made a perfect step-mountain. “Look,” Wanda pointed, “they make stairs.” On the ground, the flailing arms and legs of the fallen pop-ups kept hitting STOP buttons, generating an ever-increasing mound of them, a tower of babble to reach the top. As Wanda started to climb several of the pop-ups pitched in unison, “YOU NEED MALE ENHANCEMENT!” “I am Wanda,” she replied haughtily. “I need no enhancement.” |
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| Strong Guy | Jul 18 2009, 11:18 AM Post #34 |
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Well the good news was that it didn’t look like Alex going away was a permanent thing. Somehow Guido didn’t think it was, but he was still relieved when Box said don’t worry about it. Sarah seemed to be pretty upset about it though, and went into a bashing frenzy, knocking robots over left and right with her little cheerleading horns. Guido winced. “That’ll leave a mark.” Box pointed in the direction that they were supposed to be headed, and hurling a few more heavy neon projectiles, Guido followed behind. “Good thing they left tha lights on for us,” he commented as they headed toward the ‘building’ with the big yellow beam shooting out the top of it. Hockey Puck bounced over to the building for a look-see and quickly bounced back again for the report. Guido thought he looked like a super ball when he did that stuff, and though he sagely kept that thought to himself, he smiled just a little bit. "No door. Anyone have any idea on how we're supposed to get inside this damn Star Trek tree house? Anyone got Captain Kirk's email address?" “Why don’t we just install windows?” Guido did an air-drum rimshot at his own pun. That was when a weird looking program stepped up to them and started hawking loudly. Thankfully Wanda knew what to do. Guido would never have thought of hitting the ‘stop’ button on the sales sentry’s tummy. “Is this guy Madrox’s cousin?” Guido asked as multiple salesmen started popping up all over the place. They were all yelling something about earning more from home, or growing bigger wieners, or hold the phone… “Do we got a few minutes for some hot girl on girl action?” Guido thought he knew the answer to that, so with a little bit of disappointment he hauled back a giant fist and released an enormous amount of strength on the nearest programs. |
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| Volt | Jul 19 2009, 02:16 AM Post #35 |
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A tower of light... people made of pop ups, and anti-viral cops.... well, Jonny was not the most computer savvy of people to be honest. As a kid in Mechanicsville, his mom and pop never really had the money for a luxury like that, and once he was a mutant, his powers made it a little difficult for him to not continually fry his tech. Even his communicator had special power surge protectors built into it. After he was cloned, well, then there wasn't much reason for him to play about with computers. There were much better things to do with his powers than muck about with little grey boxes. So, he understood very little about how computers worked, imagining in his playfully childlike way that several hamsters with PH'Ds lived behind the screen and fetched the information from the magic elves of Elf Land. Might as well be for all he knew or cared. “Look,” Wanda pointed, “they make stairs.” "Whoot!" Jonny cried, "Thatta girl! Up we go!" He scrambled to the first tier of the pop ups, avoiding a scrolling cursor that said, "Punch the Heidi and Spencer in the face and win a free laptop!" It was tempting but they had more important things to do at the moment. He reached out and pulled Wanda up, on to the first tier with him, making sure that she was good to climb. The Popups suggested Wanda might need some enhancement, and true to form, she retorted with charmingly innocent arrogance. If anyone needed a little boost, Wanda was not the one. "You sure don't, Ess Dub!" Jonny cheered. Jonny crouched on his unsteady perch and offered his hand to sexy little Satyr in her very fetching cheerleading ensemble and said, "Up and at 'em, Rah Rah Girl. Don't wanna be..." “Do we got a few minutes for some hot girl on girl action?” Guido chirped as he heading up the stack, and Jonny nearly fell of his step. "Um, yeah..." he said, looking around for Box, "Do we? Because... um... yeah... when in Rome, right?" |
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| Satyr | Jul 19 2009, 08:34 AM Post #36 |
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Squirrels on cocaine made more sense and were less frentic than this anthromorphized SPAM messages. It made sense, in a strange little way, that the cuckoo bird in red was the one that was able to bring them down. Takes some crazy to bring down crazy. Rationally attacking irrationality wasn't rational. So, the rational thing to do was to get irrational, and --- Ugh, this was starting to make Sarah's head hurt. Anyways, the crazy lady who could make stuff turn into sand was able to get the spambots to stop. "Ugh, I need her to guard my Gmail account," Sarah said, realizing a few seconds later that she hadn't checked her e-mail in weeks. She hadn't texted anyone or received a text in even longer. That was just weird to think about. She had been in the practice of daily texting for at least three years before a few weeks ago, and now she was cold turkey. She wiped off a bit sweat from her brow, and scratched one of her elbows, through the elbow fur. It was amazing how the basics of existing still existed here. She had itches, she was sweating. She could still feel her heart pumping in her ears. She took Jonny's hand. "Thanks, bud," she said. She gave both Jonny and Guido a naughty little smile, "If you want me to do that, I'm going to need a couple of wine coolers." She felt bad about trying to flirt, right then and there. "You're sure Alex is going to be alright, Mr. Box?" |
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| Box | Jul 19 2009, 07:46 PM Post #37 |
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Things were going well, despite Alex Legard's unfortunate "demise". They were making good headway, and cutting through the ranks of the more dangerous programs with relative ease. Until... she was mobbed. They weren't inherently dangerous, pop-up ads, but there were always those viral programs pretending to be pop-ups that were really there to cause havoc and destruction upon an unsuspecting computer program. "Wanda! Hold on, I will -" Madison stepped forward, ready to rescue her, but of course, she was more than able to rescue herself as she used this world's reflection of her powers to reprogram the pop-ups into inert stepping stones that made the tower fortress accessible. Despite himself, a small smile spread across his face. "Yes, Alexander should be well. A little bruised, but still alive. I will simply have to retrieve his data from the recycle bin and restore him," Madison said, and began to climb the stairway. He armed himself, maintained his readiness, because as soon as they made it up to a mid-level ring around the tower, out swarmed a group of programs that resembled black knights, with dense, layered armor and cruel weaponry, swords, shields, maces, that looked as if they were a combination of science fiction and fantasy. These were not policing programs determined to protect cyberspace as their previous opponents were, these were bruisers designed to destroy anything attempting to breach the tower's defenses. The knights loomed over our heroes, and outnumbered them two to one. This was not going to be as easy a battle as the previous one. Madison looked to his teammates and nodded his head sharply, redoubling his cyber armor, building it from bits and pieces of data floating around them, until it more closely resembled his Box machine, though the Box as if he were a knight himself. He charged forward on rocket-propelled wheeled feet and met the downswing of one knight's sword with an upswing of his own, blocking the descent of the blade before it struck the young goat woman on the head. |
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| Puck | Jul 20 2009, 12:51 AM Post #38 |
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Well, it was always Eugene's experience that the old adage "The bigger they are, the harder they fall" was a universal truth. He had no idea how that would play in this little world of lasers, and neon and myspace.com, but he was itchin' to give these guys a good thrashin'. These guys gave intimidation a whole new bar to aspire to. They looked like something out of some twisted science fiction zombie movie crossed with a post apocalyptic nightmare, and Puck was about to launch himself at the lot of 'em. What the hell was he thinking? Four leaps and a quick run led puck up the stacked makeshift staircase of those crazy white looking things trying to save us hundreds on car insurance, and with a quick bounce against the building, a twist to the left, and a quick direction change, Puck was barreling towards the lot of them in his signature move he liked to call the "duck pin." Ok, he just made up the duck pin part. Truth was, unlike other costumed clowns he'd had the pleasure of working with, he usually didn’t have any kind of time to think about cool nicknames for his moves, cuz he was too busy getting his hands dirty. Right now, however, he had a lot of momentum, and was covering a lot of ground, just to make sure he got in a good strike. And that he did. He landed into the center of the black monstrosities with a loud thud, slamming himself head on just below the center mass of the middle one, and swung his hands up, anticipating the thing to buckle over, where he could grab it and use it's weight to swing him into his little friends, but the thing didn’t even budge. Not even a hairs of a reaction out of the thing. Luckily, while unexpected, Puck had a contingency plan for such things. He ricocheted off the black devil looking thing executed a forward flip and landed, facing the group of them. Three battle-axes - or whatever the hell these metal spike things were for - came swinging at him from three separate directions. The only way to move was forward. Oh, this was bad. Puck sprinted forward, running towards the black uglies, tucking into a roll and picking up speed, he wove in between them, Grabbing a couple legs in mid movement as he did. finally emerging behind them as two of the black uglies collapsed down to their knees, having been knocked off balance by ol' Pucks rolling and pulling on legs antics. Truth be told, Puck was a big science fiction fan. He wasn’t really in to these new shows with the crazy special effects, or any of the new fangled Star Trek remakes. The Next Generation wasn’t something that was really his cup of tea. Star Wars was good, but that was about the extent of the new things he liked. He was more interested in the classics. Twilight Zone, The Day the Earth Stood Still, Doctor Who. Those were the classics. Seeing the black uglies from behind, he got an idea, thanks to Doctor Who, actually. These guys were familiar. Not in a visual way, but in their behavior, they reminded Puck of the Sontaron. The Sontaron were black-clad warrior race who were supposedly indestructible from the front, but vulnerable from the back. Also, didn’t Puck here one time that computer programmers often put back doors in their software so they can easily get around? It was worth a shot. Puck bounced off the building wall, ricocheting himself upward in an arc, landing again against the building, and this time redirecting his force. He hit one of the black uglies right in the small of the back. He hit it hard, following it up with a sickening crunch as he headbutted the thing on the top of it's head. He flipped in the air, using his foot to kick the black ugly one last time in the back of the head during his dismount. It was down, but it looked like it was half considering getting back up. Damn, these things were a bitch. "Hey gang, they're vulnerable from the back! Try to target their backs!" |
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| Wanda | Jul 27 2009, 06:30 AM Post #39 |
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Bounding up the mound of pop-ups, Madison and Puck were the first to charge the black warriors; Madison manifesting a sword, hacking and slashing his way through, but it was Puck who seemed to be reveling in the pure joy of bounding around, he was in his element. Wanda simply watched the action unfold around her as if it was some form of entertainment; the notion that any of them could actually be hurt by the wicked-looking axes or menacing, soulless killers in armor, was like the moon to Wanda… it was there, but it was a long way off and it didn’t affect her very much. She looked blissfully unaware (translate that to stoned, if you like) through the raging battlefield, side-stepping any action. She clapped as Puck bounced off two walls and faceplanted into the back of one of the warriors. She hasn’t seen the dark warrior target her until he was looming over her, his axe poised to arc downward, slashing her in half. For a moment, time around Wanda slowed to a crawl as reality twisted and warped. On instinct, she reached out and touched the warrior’s barrel chest. Time rebounded. The warrior Wanda touched flickered into bits of data floating in the air. Its color shifted to scarlet and like the Star Trek transporter, the fragmented bits of warrior-data reformed into a copy of Wanda. “We would like to continue now,” Wanda told Wanda. The other Wanda blinked, considered, then stretched out her hand and tagged the nearest dark warrior, who exploded into a cloud of data bytes and reformed into a third Wanda. The self-replicating Wanda Virus spread quickly through the ranks, which might have been fine, if they’d stayed in one place, a Wanda army to march to victory, but they hadn’t simply copied her appearance but also her brain patterns. In a world where thought could rewrite code, what kept it stable was that the programs had no will or desire to deviate from the norm; Wanda was not the norm-following kind and neither were her clones. The copies wandered around, changing the shape of the world as they thought; soon, the inner tower was a mind-twisting image madness that Escher would’ve admired. Wanda-clones walked on upside down stairs that somehow curved into right side up stairs that were below the other set, even though those were going up. They walked up walls and over ceilings, as if the constraints of physics had no hold on them. It was no longer the orderly place Mister Sinister had created, it was a Madhouse of insanity. |
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| Strong Guy | Jul 27 2009, 12:11 PM Post #40 |
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"If you want me to do that, I'm going to need a couple of wine coolers." Guido choked back a laugh at Sarah's comment. He had a soft spot for anyone who could actually make a funny during a stressful time like this, and between her, Alex and Puck they were a regular comedy troupe! To top it off, Sarah seemed overly concerned with the well-being of Guido's fellow teammate known as the other Alex. Box once again made it clear that though it might have shaken him up to be deleted from the game, he wasn't gonna be permanently jacked up. Not any more than he already was. The pop up ads had been turned into a stairway to the top of the tower. Guido looked up and whistled again. It was one of the many reasons that he was terrified of Wanda. But to keep the whole thing moving, Box led the charge up the stairs. Guido tried to keep in mind what their objective was here. There was really something at stake, particularly for Box. Guido followed up the stairs, being unusually quiet while he climbed. He wasn't terribly surprised when something stepped out to block their path. Puck didn't hesitate, and once again dazzled Guido with his bounciness as he leaped into the midst of them, bounced off of a wall and hit one on the back. Whatever he did, it worked. Guido heard Puck's cry to take them from behind and winced a little. "You might wanna rephrase that," he advised. Not wanting to be left out of the costume party, Guido did change his look just a little. He wasn't really into the whole swords and adventure thing, but he was something of a Conan fan. Suddenly he was geared up with a two handed sword and a barbarian outfit. "What is best in life?" He shouted with his best Conan impersonation. "To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women." Then he charged. Deflecting a swing from one of the black knight's swords, he reached out and grabbed it by the shoulders. With a twisting motion he spun the program around and around until it was all but a grayish blur. Watching for a moment he kept his eye on the back of the knight and at just the right time he stuck his sword in for the deletion. Feeling pretty proud of himself, he turned just in time to see a whole slew of Wanda's suddenly appearing, each and every one wearing what amounted to a multicolored, multihued thong. Guido entered his happy place. "I had a dream like this once," he commented aloud as the knights kept turning into scantily clad Wandas. "Only in my dream they were fanning me with palm leaves and tossin' tiny pickles at me." He held his sword at attention. Then he remembered Pietro, and that Wanda could do worse things than kill him and his sword went flaccidly to the ground. Looking at the limp sword, he shook his head. "That almost never happens." |
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| Volt | Jul 27 2009, 09:52 PM Post #41 |
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This was getting more and more confusing, and Jonny in Wonderland.com was not having any luck in finding a lick of sense in what was going on, but, while not a stupid or foolish man by any means, Jonny was not really what one might call a deep thinker. So, his attempt to figure out what was up was reduced to the simple basics of 'Them's the targets, kill 'em.' He was not the assassin he'd been built to be anymore, but he was still a killer, and goofball or not, he was damn good at doing the job that had been his sole reason for existing for almost three years. Jon's normal smile faded when he went into killing mode, as a rule, though not many people here had ever seen him in his full assassin persona. He extended his hands and blasted his lightning out, striking down attacker after attacker as they came for them, his aim far more perfect and powerful than his original had ever had because the first Jon Harper had never shot to kill. His vision narrowed to just his target, and his mind honed in on the most accurate kill spot. And, he did his job, well. Until one of Wanda's virus infected clones brushed up against him and red streaks began to course up his arm. "What the... Oh, Jesus..." he grumbled, and he decided he really hated this cybernetic adventure. The red was creeping up his arm, and as much as he adored Wanda, he did not think scarlet was his color. He withdrew into a defensive stance back against the wall, and clamped his unaffected hand around his infected arm. This was going to hurt, but he did not want to be consumed, so he quickly began to pump electricity into his system, slamming it hard and fast and frying the developing viral constructions as they formed. It felt like he was barbecue his own flesh, and he grit his teeth against it. For a split second he thought to himself that Wanda's chaotic abilities had blown it for them, until he saw how the virus versions of her had begun to lose their ability to work as a focused unit, how some of them wandered off, how others fought their own kind... She had destroyed their cohesion... Clever girl... Still... damned inconvenient though as he had to try and knock down this infection before he was consumed by it. He slid down the wall, his hand still holding his arm and pouring the lightning into it. "Gang..." he said through gritted teeth, "We need to get... uhn... organized and focused or we are all... gahh... all going to end up deleted or corrupted..." He breathed out heavily, and groaned, "And... and I need a better... firewall..." |
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| Satyr | Jul 29 2009, 06:15 AM Post #42 |
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Streams of data whirled around the area. If Sarah squinted, she could make out Rick Astley singing into a microphone and a back-up dancer flipping. That poor reciever of that data. Satyr was just kind of looking around at the world around her. This WAS a once-in-a-lifetime oppurtinity for the Morlock girl. Its not like the tunnels had wifi. She had left behind her laptop in her apartment. That may have been a mistake. She should have pawned that and used it to buy food. She was saved from her absent-mindedness by the robot guy, Box. (Even though this whole deal was about reclaiming Box's lost human parts, Sarah would probably never stop thinking of him as the Robot guy.) A program-person had attacked the group, and Box's quickthinking kept her from getting her head sliced off. "Thanks, Box!" She really probably should have materialized a weapon, like Box's or Strong Guy's sword, but she already had two big horns that made her into a perfect battering ram. (Did that qualify as a pun? Maybe it was a full circle of a pun, since goats, well, male goats anyways, like her inspired the name of battering rams.) She lowered her head and stamped her hoof. She charged forward, hitting the poor program-knight in the waist area. The boys would probably wince at that one. She took aim for another. As she ran to him, she didn't quite see the 'Wanda' that was approaching her target. When she made contact, the knight was made into a witch. Unfortunately for Sarah, she couldn't stop on a dime. Satyr went tumbling along with fake-Wanda, maybe giving Guido some of what he wanted about the girl-girl action. When she stopped, it was like seeing colors for the first time. Her head just seemed different, even if her body/avatar didn't. She still had horns and cloven hooves, but she was in the same bright red outfit that Wanda was wearing. "What was I doing?" Sarah, the Goat Witch, said, staring at her own hands. |
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| Box | Jul 30 2009, 03:28 AM Post #43 |
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"It is not a problem," Madison answered, and continued to do battle with the Knights. They were stronger than the policing programs, with thicker armor and more competent combat skills, and their numbers were great, but they would not prevail. Madison took an armored knuckle to the chin, which knocked him to the floor and sent him skidding for a short distance on his back. The Knight who struck him followed the attack up, charging forward with his axe raised ready to slice Madison in half lengthwise when there was a brilliant flash of red and suddenly... Madison was laying on his back staring up at Wanda as she stood over him, looking down with curiosity and concern. No, this wasn't Wanda... It was... different. Madison slowly stood up and looked around. She was everywhere. Wandas now vastly outnumbered everything on the tower, converting everything around them into another her. Even the young goat girl and Jon were beginning to show signs of conversion into Wanda. It was a fascinating prospect. Would they make a full transformation like the Knights had? And how would this affect them in the real world? Would they rematerialize as Wanda clones? While the propsects were fascinating, it was still a risk that he did not want to take. To risk forcing Jon and Sarah to live their lives in the image of someone else was asking too much. The threat eliminated for the moment, Madison decided to act. He would sacrifice his weaponry, using the digital reflection of his power to warp metal and plastic and glass to shift the sword and shield until they became vest-like harnesses, one sized for Sarah the other for Jon. "Put these on," he said, tossing the vests to each of them. "They should siphon Wanda's energies out of you and restore your selves... we're not alone." His explanation would have to wait, if there ever was going to be one. Suddenly, the Knights Turned Wanda froze in mid-pace, and burst into bright red sparkles of dissolving data. "I certainly hope that you didn't think that we'd leave the soul of The Machine in the hands of simpleton programs like The Knights," a voice rang out that sounded somewhat of granite scraping on steel, but still managed to have the oily charm of a car salesman. He strode forward, his skin a pale white, his red eyes burning with an intensity matched only by the diamond in the center of his forehead. The center of the tower had opened up, revealing a long stairway. At the top of these stairs, bound in chains, knelt the battered soul of Madison Jeffries. And down the stairs, the personification of evil itself strode with confidence and a swagger to each step. "Sinister," Madison acknowledged, eyes darting around the immediate area. He was, at the moment, unarmed. He had sacrificed his weaponry to try to restore Jon and Sarah to their non-Wanda selves. "Not exactly, but close. You see, you were crucial to much of Apocalypse's plan, and Sinister could not trust anyone with the security of your quote-on-quote soul to anyone but himself... and so he created me. But Apocalypse is dead. So now I think I shall destroy your friends, and deliver you unto your new master so that you can get to work again." And with that, "Sinister" raised his right hand, and from his palm emanated a brilliant bolt of crimson energy that exploded at the center of the group, forcing them to scatter. |
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| Puck | Jul 30 2009, 05:03 AM Post #44 |
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Crazy robot metal guy from the planet Koozbane or whatever the hell he was shot a bolt into their ranks, and Puck was the first to move. He fell back, landing on his butt, and bounced forward, connecting with the building, right under Sinister. He extended his middle finger as he went sailing by the diamond encrusted super computer dork. Puck sailed in a graceful arc, able to take the time to look around. Things were grim. Looks like this Sinister character was able to fight the Maroon Kook's reality warping power. Not good. Not good at all. Puck landed with a thud, controlling his bounce to come to a skid next to Strong Guy. He knew they only had one chance to do what they did best. Now, granted, this internet business was all greek to him, but he never met a computer nerd that wasn’t susceptible to a good ass-whippin'. He would admit, however, after spending some time in here, he made a note to learn a little something about computers, rather than thinking about them as magic porn boxes. As he skidded to a stop, he turned to Strong Guy with a sense of urgency. This all went out the window when he saw Satyr as she was slowly un-mutating her Scarlet Witch outfit. He shook it off. Hot damn. "Guido. We only have one shot. I need you to toss me, just like we talked about. Throw me hard, as hard as you can, right at that creep! C'mon get charged up! Let's do this!" |
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| Strong Guy | Aug 3 2009, 08:44 PM Post #45 |
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Guido tossed the useless sword aside and looked over at Jonathon as he fired bolt after bolt of energy at the knights. It was pretty impressive, to say the least. Guido had worked with him for a healthy amount of time now, but he'd never seen a display of the fireworks quite like this. But then both Jon and Sarah were touched with a case of Wanda-itis. Red started wrapping around Jon's arm and as fast as it did he zapped himself to try and keep it at bay. Thankfully he managed. Because if Jon grew boobs and had a shapely body poured into a tight luminescent thong Guido was going to have to become a monk. That kind of thing could scar a guy for life. Sarah wasn't having quite as much luck with it though, and she went tumbling head over hooves in her own onesy. Guido winced and tried not to stare. "Everything okay over there girls?" He asked hesitantly. And then just like that, the Wanda Knights disappeared. "I certainly hope that you didn't think that we'd leave the soul of The Machine in the hands of simpleton programs like The Knights." Guido looked up at the newcomer. He was sheet white, with red eyes...but there was something else wrong with him. "I think you accidentally got some bling on yer forehead," Guido offered helpfully. He hated it when people didn't let him know that kind of thing. A blast of red energy exploded into the group. Puck went dodging aside, and Guido did the opposite. Pushing the others out of the way, he stepped right into the blast to shield everyone else and pinched his eyes shut tight. The energy threw him off of his feet and landed him on his back the equivalent of twenty feet away. He skidded to a stop and felt the energy surge into his muscles. Sitting up he looked over to Puck who had a determined look on his face. "Guido. We only have one shot. I need you to toss me, just like we talked about. Throw me hard, as hard as you can, right at that creep! C'mon get charged up! Let's do this!" "Get charged up he says," Guido was already swelling with the kinetic energy that blossomed inside of him. "Hold tight," he said as he grabbed Puck. Spinning around several times, he released Puck with everything he had right toward the man who needed a tan. |
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