You have just entered room "WaveCrest0528."
Proteus454 has entered the room.
Proteus454: Heyo
Maverick RPG has entered the room.
Rikonian: OK, the first thing we have to do is get the backgrounds sorted
Rikonian: We all know Mav
Maverick RPG: ::struts his Mavley self::
Rikonian: WHo now lives in the Johnson Junkyard
Rikonian: He's a minor local celebrity who was at one time associated with a
now defunct sueprteam known as "SHIT"
Proteus454: Ah
Maverick RPG: We preferred the term "crappy" not defunct.
Rikonian: Well, it i snow defunct
Rikonian: Mav, the doorbell rings
Maverick RPG: It SNOWED?!
Maverick RPG: ::opens the door::
Maverick RPG: ::if it's a hot babe, leaves it open, if not:: Hi. ::closes the door::
Proteus454: "Hello" *Short, pretty but musuclar and athletic Chinese woman
standing there*
Maverick RPG: Close enough.
Maverick RPG: "Heya. Are you Miss Swan?"
Proteus454: "No I am not...may I come in anyway, sir?"
Maverick RPG: "Of course you may." ::does the come in wavy hand thingy::
Proteus454: "Thank you, Mr. Johnson"
Maverick RPG: "Madam" ::bowing::
Proteus454: *Rolls her eyes slightly* "Thank you very much"
Maverick RPG: ::closes the door behind her:: "What can I do for you, today?"
Proteus454: *Sits down wherever is convenient*
Proteus454: I'm here on behalf of Silicon Wyvern Inc.
Rikonian: There's a large stack of porn mags about chair height
Proteus454: *Looks with a raised eyebrow at satck of mags, and then back at
Mav*
Proteus454: "Not...interupting anything, i hope?"
Maverick RPG: "Oh, no. Use those for toilet paper."
Proteus454: "I'm quite sure"
Maverick RPG: "Silicon Wyvern, huh? I've heard of them."
Proteus454: *Sits somewhere more dignified, including the floor if necessary*
Proteus454: "I'm glad you've ehard of us...I'm here to interview you as a former
test pilot"
Proteus454: "It's for the company newsletter, you see"
Proteus454: "Plus it would give me some useful experience for talking to
people...if I may be so bold, do I speak English well enough for you?"
Maverick RPG: "I see."
Maverick RPG: ::sits:: "You speak i more fluently than most, I suspect."
Proteus454: *Small smile* "Thank you, Mr. Johnson...may I call you Steve?"
Proteus454: "...I'll take that as a yes" *Gets out company-loaned Laptop*
Maverick RPG: "Of course. No one has EVER called me by my superhero
name."
Proteus454: "Which is?
Maverick RPG: "Steve Johnson, of course."
Proteus454: "...indeeeeed..."
Maverick RPG: ::smiles sincerely::
Proteus454: *Writes down "Possible Psychological Impact from former
occupation" on laptop*
Rikonian: hey guys, I'll be back in a coupel minutes
Proteus454: Sure
Rikonian: Feel free to keep talking
Proteus454: Okay, sorry about slow pace, I have other converstaions going as
well
Maverick RPG: Rik's a dumbass bastard/!
Maverick RPG: Me too. :P
Proteus454: "So, Mr. Johnson, what exactly did you test drive for your
emplyers?"
Rikonian: YOu know Mav, jsut because I'm not there when you type
something, doesn't mean i don'
Rikonian: t see it when I get back
Maverick RPG: :)
Maverick RPG: "Transformable jets a motorcycles."
Maverick RPG: Err... and, not a.
Proteus454: "What variety of electronics and/or software did you find most
useful for such applications?"
Proteus454: *Writing down stuff as he goes*
Maverick RPG: "Windows, MS Office... anything Microsoft."
Maverick RPG: "No, I'm kidding! Anything BUT Microsoft stuff!"
Proteus454: "...Well, I could agree with that"
Maverick RPG: ::smiles:: "Anyone sane would."
Proteus454: "Anybody sane...and you"
Proteus454: "Anyhow, did you have any hand in the design of the prototypes
you tested?"
Maverick RPG: "Actually, yes. They were of my design."
Proteus454: "Really?"
Proteus454: "Are there any declassfied aspects of the design you could show
me?"
Proteus454: *Taptaptappitytap*
Maverick RPG: "Well.... look under the fifth magazine from the top."
Proteus454: *Slowly, as if she's going to regret it, puts the laptop beside her,
sidles over to the pile, and cautiously picks through to the stated location*
Proteus454: *Opens her eyes, expecting to see some sort of kinky bondage
scene*
Maverick RPG: "The plans for both the motorcycle and jet when I first drew
them up."
Proteus454: [Hey Rik, ARE they the plans?]
Maverick RPG: "They are accurate and informative."
Rikonian: YOu see smudged pencil drawings
Rikonian: Not actual blueprints, but they look like estimations
Proteus454: "Very interesting"
Proteus454: *Takes them over to the laptop, and runs them through the in-built
scanner*
Maverick RPG: ::pokes Rikonian:: Yer up.
Proteus454: "Tell m, can I conider this an exlcusive?"
Rikonian: Hold on
Rikonian: AX is here
Proteus454: Cool
Maverick RPG: Yup./
Rikonian: OK, I invited AX
Proteus454: Great
Proteus454: "So, Mr. Johnson, can we make some sort of arrangement on this?"
Maverick RPG: "What kind?"
Proteus454: "About the pictures...can I consider them a newsletter exclusive, ro
what?"
Proteus454: "It's a selfish request, I know..."
Proteus454: "But I would make my life over here much more simple"
Maverick RPG: "Eh, sure."
Proteus454: "Thank you" *Radiant smile*
Proteus454: *Gets back to the laptop typing*
Proteus454: "Who exactly did you do your work for?"
Maverick RPG: "Beta Tech."
Proteus454: *irtes that in*
Maverick RPG: "They weren't too nice about the whole thing, either."
Proteus454: "They rarely are...what is their status now?"
Maverick RPG: "Pretty out-of-commision, I'd say. They crumbled after I went
on vacation for only a week."
Rikonian: Actually, they are now the nation's preeminent military contractor
Maverick RPG: Really?
Proteus454: "Out of commision?"
Proteus454: *Goes back in her notes, deletes "Possible"*
Rikonian: Their CEO calls BIll Gates "that little poor kid"
Maverick RPG: Ah.
Maverick RPG: "They're doing okay. They dropped me and the Superhero
program." ::sighs and shrugs::
Proteus454: *Closes her laptop, stretches into a more casual position*
Proteus454: "What was it like, Mav?"
Rikonian: OK, AX isn't getting the invites
Rikonian: Can one of you try to invite him?
Proteus454: Hang on...
Maverick RPG: "It was great. You had neat friends like Fusion who could
cook a hot dog real quick, and Paragon, who could do delivery in under 30
minutes."
Maverick RPG: Sent.
Proteus454: "Paragon? The one who ahs his own cult now?"
Maverick RPG: "Yeah..." ::sighs:: "He was a superhero once."
Rikonian: There's a knock at the door
Maverick RPG: "Ah, those were the good 'ol days. And Tex Montana, too.
The Beer King of WaveCrest."
Maverick RPG: "If you'll excuse me a moment, madam."
Proteus454: "Your door, sir"
Proteus454: *Winks*
Maverick RPG: ::stands and opens the door::
Rikonian: YOu see Gomez, the guy you hired to keep the yard picked up
Rikonian: "Hello Meester Chonson"
Maverick RPG: "Howdy, Gomez! Wassup?"
Rikonian: "I need to talk to you outside, seeenyor"
Maverick RPG: ::looks intently:: "Okay." ::turns to the interviewer:: "A moment,
madam." ::follows Gomez out::
Rikonian: GOmes leads you toward a stack of crushed cars
Rikonian: "Eeet's behind here, seenyor!"
Maverick RPG: ::looks behind here::
Rikonian: YOu see a dried dog turd
Maverick RPG: ::blinks::
Maverick RPG: ::points to it:: "Is that it?"
Rikonian: "Yes, seenyor"
Maverick RPG: "Looks like a dog relieved itself here."
Rikonian: "Look closer"
Maverick RPG: "Will it bite me?"
Rikonian: "No"
Maverick RPG: ::examines it::
Rikonian: While you're stooped over, Gomez kicks you int eh butt
Proteus454: *Hears noise outside*
Proteus454: *Goes to window*
Maverick RPG: ::puts his hands on the ground, to the side to avoid the turd::
Rikonian: YOu hear a weird sort of shuffling slurping type noise
Rikonian: YOu can see the shadow of Gomez
Rikonian: His arms are extended outward, and blades are growing from his
hands
Proteus454: Do I see this happenin?
Rikonian: Yeah
Proteus454: [Chinese] "What in the..."
Proteus454: *Runs outside* "Mav, look out behind you!"
Rikonian: GOmez: "Stephen Chonson, El Chupacabra woudl have words with
you"
Proteus454: *Shouts at Dude* You! Leave him alone!
Maverick RPG: Back.
Rikonian: OK, Mav, Gomez has grown his hands into three blades
Maverick RPG: ::turns and shoots at Gomez::
Rikonian: short sword sized
Rikonian: Sorry, he has initiative
Proteus454: *Frowns, ducks behind some nearby cover*
Rikonian: He runs at you and slices you lightly (a restrained attack) on the arm
Maverick RPG: ::throws Gomez into the turd::
Proteus454: *Initiates her transformation when it's her initiative*
Rikonian: Mav, what I need to knwo now is whether you dodge or parry or jsut
let him hit you
Maverick RPG: Dodge.
Rikonian: Ok, you slide out of the way of his attack
Maverick RPG: Ok.....
Maverick RPG: ::shrugs::
Rikonian: Now, Mav, your move?
Maverick RPG: ::throws Gomez into the turd::
Maverick RPG: Into the Turd of DEATH!
Rikonian: YOu manage to grab him, but he avoids the turd
Rikonian: Proty, you're transforming now, right?
Proteus454: Yes
Rikonian: OK, El Chupacabra (GOmez) waves his sword hand at you
menacingly and says "Stephen Chonson, you have 3 days to decide. Work for
the Destructors, or die!"
Rikonian: Then he leaps behind the stack of crushed cars
Maverick RPG: ::chases after the guy::
Proteus454: Hey, is he gone now, or could I still get to him?
Rikonian: You're changing right now
Rikonian: Mav, you see him scamper away, and you see, between him and you,
a rather large baldheaded simple looking dude with a snarling face
Maverick RPG: EWW! This is a family game!
Proteus454: Good enough *Keeps going*
Maverick RPG: "Howdy, Mr. large, baldheaded, simple-looking dude."
Rikonian: "The Brick stomp puny washout"
Rikonian: Large guy picks up a crushed car and holds it over his head
Maverick RPG: "Yeah, I know. I'd be disappointed in him, too."
Maverick RPG: "He just runs like a baby."
Rikonian: He doesn't seem to have great balance, but he looks like he can still
toss it a fair bit
Rikonian: And he's pointing it at you, mav
Proteus454: Am I done yet?
Maverick RPG: ::shoots the guy in the nuts::
Maverick RPG: ::ready to dodge::
Rikonian: He growls "Puny washout put hole in good pants!"
Rikonian: "Puny washout die!"
Rikonian: He tosses the crushed car
Maverick RPG: ::dodges::
Rikonian: YOu manage to roll out of the way of it
Rikonian: Proty, you are changed
Proteus454: *Slowly stands up, leaps over the pile she's hding behind, and
shouts at big guy* ABOMINATION!! TURN AND FACE YOUR
DOOM!!!
Rikonian: "Abomination? No! Me the Brick. Abomination green scaly guy who
fight Hulk!"
Proteus454: Is he at all freaked out by me? [HF:10]
Maverick RPG: ::loads his acid cartridges::
Rikonian: No
Proteus454: Hmm...no matter
Rikonian: what acid cartidges?
Proteus454: "I am Nuyinshen, beast...and you are damned already"
Proteus454: *Runs at the bastard*
Maverick RPG: The ones lying by the dog turd.
Rikonian: Rememebr what I said about not letting you guys jsut pull fancy
gimmicks outof your asses?
Maverick RPG: I didn't! I pulled it out of the dog's ass!
Rikonian: ANd how if you want a funky gimmick weapon or item, you'd have to
have it ready beforehand
Rikonian: He jsut stands there
Maverick RPG: ::readies the SPRAYPAINT::
Rikonian: No can of spray paint handy
Maverick RPG: SandBlaster?
Rikonian: stuff like that would be in ashed or something
Rikonian: not lying around outside
Rikonian: Proty what sort of action are you taking against the big dude?
Proteus454: Just closing the distance unless i can reach him fast enough
Rikonian: OK
Rikonian: The big guy grabs for Mav
Maverick RPG: You'd think they'd be lying around... it's a junk heap, after all.
Proteus454: Oh yeah, and I make my fingers intio serrated dagger blades
Rikonian: ok
Maverick RPG: I feel like I'm in an episode of Dark Stalkers.
Maverick RPG: I'm just waiting for Donovan to pop up.
Rikonian: Mav, do you do anything whiel he tries to grab you?
Maverick RPG: ::tickls the Brick::
Maverick RPG: Errr... tickles.
Maverick RPG: You never know what a weakness might be.
Rikonian: He doesn't notice your actions as he picks you up and throws you
onto the top of your two story house
Maverick RPG: "Hey, thanks! I lost my rocket launcher up here once!"
Maverick RPG: ::picks it up:: "Found it, thanks!"
Rikonian: No, there si no rocket launcher up there
Maverick RPG: Fusion Block?
Rikonian: This isn't Doom
Maverick RPG: You mean Rifts.
Rikonian: There aren't high damage weapons just lying around everywhere
Maverick RPG: How about mediocrely high damage weapons?
Rikonian: Nope
Maverick RPG: Or inadequately high damage weapons?
Rikonian: You've played one too many first eprson shooters
Proteus454: *Twiddles her blades as she waits for her turn*
Maverick RPG: I know. ::pokes Rik:: Hurry it up~
Rikonian: Ok, go Proty
Proteus454: Finally...
Proteus454: *Simply swipes at guys face with her hand claws*
Rikonian: He jerks bacl a bit reflexively, but you still scratch him (11 damage)
Rikonian: His hand goes up to his face
Proteus454: *Kicks him in the groin*
Rikonian: YOu jsut did your move
Proteus454: Oh, right
Rikonian: He puts one hand to his face "AAck! She-bitch cut me! How that
happen?!" and kicks at you
Proteus454: She-bitch?!?!
Rikonian: What can I say, he's hostile
Rikonian: how do you defend?
Proteus454: *Slashes at his balls this time; Not dodging but simeaultaneously
attacking*
Rikonian: that target will require a strike of 12 to hit (any lower strike and you
jsut hit his abdomen
Proteus454: Okay
Proteus454: I just rolled a 16, for what it's worth
Proteus454: ^_^
Rikonian: I'm rolling
Proteus454: I know -_-
Rikonian: YOu hit him int he gut for the full damage, you failed to get a good
angle for his balls tho
Proteus454: What does he do to me?
Rikonian: Hold on, I'm rolling
Rikonian: OK, you do 23 damage to his gut
Rikonian: He kicks you for 53 damage (and you fly backwards Matrix style
from the force)
Proteus454: Does it actually injure me at all?
Rikonian: He looks down as himself and jogs off
Rikonian: Yeah
Proteus454: It does 53 damage? So he has Supernatural Srength...yikes
Rikonian: Yep
Rikonian: SHoulda figured what with him being a big dumb guy :)
Proteus454: *Gets up in a dignified, ghsotly manner*
Rikonian: As he leaves, you hear him muttering "goddam she-bitch can cut me!
Bossman never tell me that"
Proteus454: Can I catch him if I chase him?
Rikonian: And a slightly shaky manner too, as your stomach feels like its on fire
Rikonian: YOu can try
Rikonian: But I'm gonna rule that your speed is halved for a melee
Rikonian: from the pain in your stomach
Proteus454: Okay, I'll run after him, shouting at him "Get back here, you
coward!"
Proteus454: "I will tear you to pieces, deformity! Turn and fight!"
Rikonian: Ok, he's just kind of loping off, you catch up to him fairly easily
Proteus454: Does he turn then?
Rikonian: AS you get closer, he turns toward you
Proteus454: *Skids to a halt just out of his reach*
Rikonian: "Get away! This no involve you"
Proteus454: It does now, mosntrosity! Prepare to be eviscerated, beast!
Proteus454: *Jumps at his face, aiming to force ehr fingers into his eyeballs*
Rikonian: Ouch!
Rikonian: You manage to gouge one of his eyes out
Rikonian: 19 dam. btw
Proteus454: Cool
Rikonian: "REEEEEARGH! THAT FUCKIN' HURT!" he shouts as he
punches you
Maverick RPG: ::shoots at the Brick::
Proteus454: *Dodges to the side*
Rikonian: Oh yeah,a nd a bullet from Mav's gun bounces off the Brick's skin
Rikonian: Ouch!
Rikonian: OK, this is bad
Rikonian: Proty, guess what you rolled
Proteus454: 1?
Rikonian: Yep
Proteus454: Damn
Rikonian: So, you actually dodge INTO the way of that bullet befor e it could
hit Brick
Proteus454: So what?
Proteus454: I'm Invulnerable
Rikonian: yeah, but it
Rikonian: 's funny
Proteus454: It?
Proteus454: What is?
Rikonian: damn enter key
Rikonian: I jsut rolled a natural 1 to type
Proteus454: Ah
Rikonian: Ok, he does 53 damage to you and klnocks you back
Proteus454: *Bites her hardened lip, doesn't make a sound*
Rikonian: He starts loping off again "Dammit! This jsut suppoesed to be warning
to Mav"
Proteus454: *Gets up again and goes after him again*
Rikonian: He grabs a car and flings it at you
Proteus454: *Changes one of her limbs into a wicked, barbed scyth*
Proteus454: *Rolls aside, keeps chasing*
Rikonian: YOu manage to dodge, but now you don't see him
Proteus454: *Simply satnds there a moment*
Proteus454: Where's Mav now?
Rikonian: still on that roof
Proteus454: Ah
Proteus454: I'll run as fast as I can back to the house
Rikonian: ok
Maverick RPG: ::mutters as he climbs down from the roof::
Rikonian: As you do, you hear a loud crashing noise behind you
Proteus454: *Whips around*
Rikonian: Reflexively turning, you see a huge pile of crushed cars collapsing
Rikonian: Then another and another
Proteus454: Does anything seem to be responsible?
Rikonian: The cars stacks are getting progressibvel yfurther from you int eh
general direction the Brick would have ran
Proteus454: *Simply observes the crashing*
Rikonian: Then you hear a weird high pitched sound and everything is eerily still
Maverick RPG: "... how eerily still."
Proteus454: *Glances casually about* Is there any magic in the area I can
detect?
Rikonian: nope
Rikonian: you sense something odd, similar to magic energy, but it is faint
Proteus454: *Simply walks into the mess of twisted metal, disappearing from
Mav's and the World's sight*
Rikonian: Sorry, but nothing happens
Proteus454: I mean, I walk wheer he can't see me
Rikonian: ah ok
Proteus454: *Vicky emerges from behind a pile of refuse*
Proteus454: "What in the world WAS that think, Mr. Johnon?"
Rikonian: Mav is jsut now jumping fromt eh gutter he was climbing down
Maverick RPG: ::shakes his head:: "I have no idea. That's never happened
before."
Proteus454: "I can imagine"
Proteus454: "Did he injure you?" *Inspects him closely for injuries*
Rikonian: You see a small electronic device of unknown type lying on the
ground
Rikonian: It has a single button on it
Maverick RPG: "Well, no MAJOR injuries."
Maverick RPG: ::picks up the device::
Proteus454: "Good heavens Mr. Johnson!"
Maverick RPG: "Hmm...."
Proteus454: *Points at his house before he can grab it*
Maverick RPG: ::examines it::
Proteus454: *Then swipes it before he can grab it*
Rikonian: it's jsut a cube with some funky groovework and a button
Maverick RPG: ::turns and looks at the house::
Proteus454: Guess not...forget I said that
Maverick RPG: "It's my house."
Maverick RPG: "It's ugly and in the middle of nowhere."
Proteus454: "...Indeed!" *Laughs like a fool* "How silly of me!"
Maverick RPG: ::nods and smiles::
Maverick RPG: ::thinks "What a strange Ghost-Lady."::
Maverick RPG: ::picks it up and presses the button::
Rikonian: It slides open, revealing a pair of sunglasses
Maverick RPG: Someone's been watching too much MI:2,
Maverick RPG: ::puts them on in a cool, Tom Cruise-like manner::
Rikonian: "Hello Mav," an electronically altered voice says "Sorry to steal a
gimmick from MI2, but I didn't have the time to be original"
Proteus454: *Obsevres what's goiing on withn the device as best she can*
Maverick RPG: "No prob. It
Maverick RPG: 's a good movie."
Maverick RPG: "However unrealistic to the natural laws of friction, gravity, and
physics as a whole."
Rikonian: "I am Cyclone, leader of the Destructors. YOu will work for us, or
you will die. We will be back in a week, and you will make your decision then.
Oh yes, and you know the drill about these messages, i assume"
Maverick RPG: "The only law that wasn't broken was the 6 second law."
Maverick RPG: "Oh, a question."
Proteus454: Can I hear the voice?
Rikonian: Yeah
Maverick RPG: "Why not just ask me? Do you have a good retirement plan?"
Maverick RPG: "Also, why me?"
Rikonian: It doesn't answer
Proteus454: *Tears the shades of his head, throws them away QUICK*
Rikonian: It's jsut a recording
Proteus454: *And then dives on top of him*
Maverick RPG: "Is it because I've destroyed more of the city than any villian
EVER has?"
Maverick RPG: ::tosses it::\
Rikonian: Jsut as they get a few feet away they explode
Maverick RPG: "If I told you where I was, it wouldn't be a vacation."
Maverick RPG: ::looks up at the ghost-lady and smiles:: "Hi."
Rikonian: OK, I think that now would be a good place to stop the game. Tho if
you two want to do some in ccharacvter chat, that's fine
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