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Post by Dr. Akashido on Oct 8, 2012 18:12:46 GMT -5
You'd never guess it, but the once loser hero Blue Mantis is everywhere nowadays. He's in it tight with the band of heroes and now he's spearheading the research development project of the mind-control device. There's just one problem to that: one lurking, ugly, rumor involving a missing villain. News is spreading everywhere that a ranting, naked, madman is claiming that he is the real Blue Mantis superhero and the one in his place is none other that that devious devil Nyarlath. There could be some merit in that, but if there was ever a time the crazies would come out, it's now. I guess there is only one way to find out - Let's Rumble! "Season 3: Episode 6: BFFs band together?" Deadline is October 13th at 11:59:59pm EST (midnight)
(hero training part 2)
SatelLight vs Monoslab
(a random monster?)
Citius vs BlunderBus
(what on alternate-universe future-Earth are you talking about?)
The Mighty Mjaeder! with "Blue Mantis" vs a naked madman claiming he's the real Blue Mantis with maybe someone else(card always subject to change) |
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Post by Dr. Akashido on Oct 14, 2012 19:53:42 GMT -5
(laboring late night at the training facility)
Blake and SatelLight stare at the zen master, Monoslab, with the gentle fall breeze blowing through the open garage doors. Sweat rolls down the controller's face.
“You can do this, SatelLight,” Blake cheers, while the remote shakes in his hands. “Just focus a little longer!”
And SatelLight tries just that, freezing in place and focusing all it's power and energy into one wall of black slate. He runs multiple scans over his trainer, just to remain active. Monoslab, the peaceful warrior, watches on, waiting for the precise time for his perfect technique.
“Keep it up, SatelLight,” Blake continues to yell, hoping his robot can hold up. “You can do this!”
And his orbital weapon pushes on. He aims, zooms, and aims again, always focusing, but never fires. He waits, clearing his temporary memory, readying it for the perfect opportunity to use it all at once. Blake watches on, his thumbs twitching for action.
Just then a giant gust comes through the doors. It rears around and connects with Monoslab's wide frame, causing him to rock back and forth ever so slightly.
“Okay, now!” Black shouts, thinking this little touch of movement is the first action of battle.
SatelLight immediate fires with everything he has. Lasers and rockets propel from his mechanized entrails and connect with the center of Monoslab's rock hard body. The shots explode in a brilliant array of colors, sound, and smoke.
“That must have done it!” Blake says, pumping a fist into the air. He drops the controller down to his side. “That was everything we had in one shot!”
The dust settles and reveals Monoslab still standing, and without any visible damage.
“Oh, crap,” Blake says, noticing this. “Prepare for a counter!”
Blake and SatelLight hold their breaths, flinch, and almost turn away, but after some time passes, nothing happens. Monoslab merely watches on, silent, possibly condemning their trigger fingers in his own peaceful way.
“W-W-We should probably go,” Blake stutters, pulling SatelLight out of possible harm's way. “We'll pick this up tomorrow ...maybe.”
(at an eerie bus stop station...)
“Honk! Honk!”
Before Citius could put the finishing coats of paint on the new arcade, a roaring horn blares off in seek for his attention.
“Honk! Honk!”
Citius hasn't been here long, but already, he knows the drill. He puts down the paint brush, the paint can, and readies for battle.
“Honk! Honk!”
“What is it this time?” he thinks out loud, balling his brick fingers into boulder fists. “A possessed bus or some satanic goose?”
“Honk! Honk!”
It skids around the corner, tilting on two of it's side wheels.
“A bus,” the city golem hero says with no reaction in his tone. “Sure, whatever.”
Flames burst out of the muffler, and the ghoul bus coasts down the street on it's back two wheels. A pair of gnashing metal teeth hang where the grill should be. Nothing but utter insanity exhumes from this beast on wheels, and it drives straight towards Citius. Citius takes a defensive stance.
And a smart one. Despite the velocity and desire to kill Citius in one drag down the street, the beast known as BlunderBus is parried to the side. He tries to fight against it, but his rubber wheels lose the fight and he is forced to readjust or spin out of control. The metal bus scrapes against the city defender as he drives by, and turns around.
At the end of the street, he roars up again, like some aluminum mad bull, and puts heavy rubber to the pavement. Citius isn't playing matador this time. Instead, he fires an electric blast from his Tesla coil that connects fiercely with the villain that chooses to do nothing but drive through the blast. BlunderBus underestimates the attack, much like psychopaths generally do, and lose quite a lot of momentum coming near Citius. Citius takes this opportunity to get in close.
The hero darts in, starting with a shoulder block, following by a overhanded hook, and brought together with a suplex that flings the bus over on its back. Gears and fuel burst out from the bottom of this infernal contraption, as it tries to right itself back up. It spins it wheels and roars loudly, but it's only until it's super large teeth can grip into the street, it can find its bearings.
Back on it's wheels, it jets forward unrelenting. This time, Citius summons his surroundings, as well as his smarts, calling on the powers of the very streets their stood. Instantly, the streets bolted alive into a series of thick concrete walls standing in BlunderBus' way, maybe twenty deep Fueled with nothing but rage, the bus puts the peddle to the metal.
BlunderBus is stopped dead in his tracks at wall three. Tired, exhausted, and in tremendous pain. Citius looks on and almost feels bad for the heap of metal, except he knows BlunderBus would never return the favor. Instead of a sporting handshake, Citius readies his mighty super laser.
(inside the research facility...)
“What are you finding?” King of the Monsters, The Mighty Mjaeder asks, coming beside one of his closest allies in defending this planet, Blue Mantis.
Mantis, adorned in a scientist jacket and heavy goggles, lifts his head from a strange microscopic device peering deeply into the mind-control device.
“It's really hard to tell, at this moment,” Blue Mantis answers. “I'll have to spend more time with it, but for now, it appears as if it's not a magical device of sorts. It's merely foreign technology we've previously not understood. It's mechanisms are calculated and real. Certain actions rely on other portions of the device or work properly. Essentially, it's not a magic wand, like we previously thought. It's more akin to an alien's computer.”
“That's quite the discovery, my friend, but that tells us little of it's potential.”
“Yes and no,” Blue Mantis corrects. “Although it's difficult to imagine how a device would accurately control the minds and inhibitions of people it aimed upon, we can deduce that it's not an innate super ability to Megapwn or anything similar. What this device can be ordered to do, can also be taught to everyone in the world, in much of the same way everyone knows how to work a computer or a cell phone without having to construct it themselves. This discovery is hard to understand in the long term, because we don't know how it's immense effects on this planet will result.”
“Then this is a great, mighty finding, indeed!” Mjaeder hollers, throwing up his hammer. “This will bring in a new age of technology for this planet! These people might be able to see the day this powerful weapon of war is turned into the greatest well for science ever.”
“Yes, assuming they can be trusted to do so-”
Just then, a figure bursts in the room.
“Stop right there, you devil!” the strange, partially nude man says. If it wasn't for a pair of underwear and a cape made of newspaper, he'd be in his birthday suit.
“You let you in here!” Mjaeder says to the intruder. “You're not a part of the research team!”
The viking hero approaches the strange man, leaving Blue Mantis to hang in the back.
“Mjaeder, it's me!” the stranger continues. “It's Blue Mantis! This person behind you is an imposter!”
“Nonsense!” Blue Mantis shouts from behind. “You're nothing but a madman, obsessed by my new popularity. Now, if you excuse me, we have some very important work to do.”
“Wait,” Mjaeder interjects. “Let the man talk. At the very least, he is member of the society we are working to better. He may be delusional, but we should still take time to listen. Now, tell me, what has brought you here.”
The naked stranger stands for a bit, silent, unsure what to say. He tries piecing it all in his mind first, hoping it doesn't come out jumbled and idiotic.
“I don't remember the fight with Megapwn,” the stranger begins. “But I remember everything before it. I remember fighting Draco. I remember training with Monoslab. I remember fighting beside all you heroes. And most of all, I remember this imposter attacking me just last week, when he revealed to me he was going to take over my heroic persona!”
Mjaeder stands between the debate, silently, unsure which way to sway.
“That's quite the story,” scientist Blue Mantis replies. “I admire your imagination, but it surely must get you in a lot of hot water, like this. But, let me ask you this, do you have any proof to your wild story?”
“I-I-I...”
“Sorry, buddy,” Blue Mantis continues back up. “If you have no proof of what you're talking about, you're no better than your average storyteller.”
“I-I-I could show you I wasn't making this up, if I could smack that mask off your face!”
“And what would that prove?” the blue scientists asks. “No one knows what lied behind this mantle. Any person of average build could pose as Blue Mantis, and no one could be the wiser. I, however, like to believe my actions and dedication to science prove, even if I am not the original Blue Mantis, I am a hero deserving of the name, nevertheless.”
“No, you're a demon!” the newspaper-caped man shouts.
“I assure you, I am not,” Mantis answers, removing his mask. Behind it lies the face of an ordinary, blond, college student, not a demon at all.
“No! That can't be! You were – just a bit ago!”
“Okay, I think we've given you enough time,” Mjaeder butts in, pushing out a pair of gentle hands towards the invader. “It's time for to leave.”
“No! Mjaeder! Don't! You can't! You're making a mistake!”
“Please, don't make a scene, sir,” the viking hero continues. “We gave you plenty of time to speak. Now you must leave.”
The man continues to struggle, leaving the Norse hero no other option to use a little force getting him off the premise. Mjaeder lifts the man up off the ground and carries him back through the entrance. As the man is being escorted out, he continues to scream and curse the scientist back inside. With a little toss, the man is back on the streets, and Mjaeder walks back into the research facility.
“Shall we get back to work?” Blue Mantis suggests, a little flustered by the intrusion.
“Yes, we shall,” Mjaeder confirms, as look of caution and suspicion washes over him.
“Good.”
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