Futuristic An Agent of Maniacles

[KotaKotsu]

Kotsu swallowed hard. "When you both were dealing with Denton. In Owl's memory." Kotsu stared carefully at both Yellow and Blue Owl before he continued. "There was a dark figure for a split second when you spoke in unison. And another voice mingled in with yours." Kotsu paused and pursed his lips. "But you just talked in unison again and that didn't do much."

 

[Exzalia]

"Moving to where Joe?" Blue owl asks. "If not answers then what are you looking for?"

Yellow owl hops up to the Joes. "I'm not reading your minds but I'm getting some seriously negatives vibes coming from you when we mention Joe zero, could it be you don't like him? You don't like being a clone of him?"

 

[mmarage]

The twins... looked very confused. "Do... you mean when we told Clayton not to kill Denton...? We don't remember hearing anything strange then." 01 asked slowly. The two were wracking their brains, but... that was the only time that they had spoken in unison, hadn't it...? Maybe Kotsu was just confused.

The two then turned to the Owls. "...Didn't we say to leave no stone unturned? There might be another Owl. It's a small encapsulated area, so it should be quick to search. Besides... there should be a computer here, yeah? We... we want to delete the information on it. It won't make it disappear in the real world... but knowing that all of the information in the dream world was destroyed would at least be... I dunno... some... comfort." 02 said.

01 turned to Yellow Owl. "...It's not that we don't like him... we don't know him. He's supposed to be this brave guy that's done amazing things, right? He'd... probably be disgusted with us, yeah...? We're inferior versions of him that can't do anything except... wait around to die. We... don't blame him for dying or anything, that's stupid, and we know he didn't exactly ask for something like this. But... because of him, in a loose way, we do exist. It's... complicated, I guess." He said.

 

[KotaKotsu]

Kotsu put his hand on 01's shoulder. "Nah. I can't see him being disgusted with you guys. You aren't monsters like me." Kotsu's eyes became fully red, and his horns came back. "You all have friends too." Kotsu said waving his hand to the group. "You've definitely got me and Yellow Owl in your corner too." Kotsu said, smiling at him, without the rows of teeth. "I'd see him being more proud of you if he's this awesome guy. He'd probably be impressed by you guys for making the best out of a bad situation. I know I am." Kotsu said, bringing 01 into an embrace, bringing 02 into the embrace as well.

 

[Exzalia]

"If it makes you feel better Joe, he's probably a better father than the one I had." Blue owl forces a dry chuckle in a noble attempt to lighten the mood a little.

"Okay Joe, we'll look for that then." Yellow owl says trying to be encouraging. "We should still look through these notes how ever, it might mention the where about of a computer. They do seem to write about everything."

 

[mmarage]

The twins awkwardly hugged Kotsu back, guessing that he had dropped the question that he had. The twins were still confused about what he had been talking about, but shrugged it off. Must not have been that important. "...Thanks, Kotsu." They said quietly in unison.

When they were released from the hug, they looked over at the Owls. "Maybe... but... the computer's probably not exactly that small. They entered in all sorts of data in it. If it's like the one from the real world, it basically takes up a wall. I'm guessing it's to make sure that the display is large enough so then they can keep track of everything, even if they're across the room." 01 said, he wasn't sure how long he wanted to stick around and look at these notes. If they didn't keep moving, their chances of being cornered increased.

 

[Kinggunlucky]

Interlude: The Shadow War

Real World

Location: Boston

Their hearts beat were clear, consistent, and relatively at the same speeds. Relatively. Morgan had a clear sight on her targets. Five men in total. She was using her magic to get a sense of them, feeling through their blood, their cells. There were five of them presently, each of them were armed with assault rifles. She knew from experience to not give them a chance to get a clean shot. They humans, yes, not even mages, but they weren’t in the business they were and working for who they did because they were amateurs.

These were deadly men.

The surrounding area was. mostly, empty save for the occasional wandering drunk or stray cat. According to HQ the man running this show like it that way. He

Morgan put down her binoculars, remembered to breath, and did so. It was a starless night, more humid than she would have liked, and lonely, A soundless night. Morgan had been sitting on the roof opposite the harbor for an hour now. Denton, the idiot, had convinced her not to go into the Sandlands with him, said it would be dangerous, said he couldn't handle the thought of anything happening to her.

Then he talked about Isabelle.

Morgan's heart ached with a longing so intense she had to fight to keep her legs from moving, from walking away where she was. She wanted to be with her baby. The early stages of childhood can slip away from parents when you aren't looking. It had been something her mother said. At the time Morgan hadn't wanted to hear it, in fact she lashed out when her mother pointed out the strange and absurd hours and Denton worked, how a young child didn't need her parents vanishing for weeks to sometimes a month at a time.

It hurt to heart those words.

Not unbearable pain, not a crippling one, just the kind which makes you overreact, digs at your self-esteem. Her poor baby. Daddy off on some dreamquest. Mommy doing this. Changes needed to be made. She wanted more time. Time for Disney movies, time for dressing up, time for shopping, get Isabelle more comfortable around other children. Live a normal life.

Morgan knew her parents did their best with her. She loved them. Respected them. But their best simply was not good enough. They ignored the problems she had, turned a blind eye to her manifesting abilites and turned away further still when she fell in with a crowd who did understand.

Ace.

A subzero shiver tickled the spine.

Morgan wanted different for Isabelle. She wanted that sweet girl to know how much she was loved and heard by both her parents. She closed her eyes, steeling herself, preparing. It almost time to move.

This first stuff wouldn't be hard, a ranged attack. She could do it fast, quick, not much suffering. Morgan tapped her magic, then focused on the five men. Morgan killed the first three instantly. She busted the blood vessels in their heart.

The two further in the back stepped forward, their heads spinning around, guns raised, one was bringing a walk talkie to his face. Morgan shook her head and used her magic. Both men fell. She climbed off the roof. Once on the ground level she started moving, using the shadows, and cover of darkness as an ally.

Morgan wore black fatigues, ski-mask, leather black gloves, black work boots, and had revolver holstered to her side. Her mouth went dry as she approached the ship. Her objectives were simple. Recover the stolen goods and send a message. The message was the critical part.

Maniacles believed this man to be a problem.

How bad a problem she had asked?

They told her there was no real reason to worry. Roosevelt Taylor was still the primary target for them, for everyone. Ward told her the new player here was a mortal, a human...a non magic user, who had somehow caught wind of the supernatural world. Nothing a mind wipe couldn't fix. One problem. The man was hard to get to. HQ sent a mind mage to hunt him down and administer the memory erasure. The mage's body was delivered back to HQ along with what the sender thought was a fair amount of money for the family and burial. He also sent a letter with the body. A request.

What was the request Morgan asked?

Director Fleece had put it the most simply. What this guy wanted was a seat at the table. A chance to meet with the Directors, claim territory for himself, meet with vampires and mages. Get this, the freak said he was eager to establish a working relationship. Money to be made.

Insanity is a hell of a drug. Fucking with Maniacles so openly is a death sentence. Plans were already in place to finally begin closing in our Roosevelt Taylor. What chance did a man without any abilities or supernatural back having? Everything came to ahead a couple months ago when several items were stolen from a rookie field agent's lockup. A necromancy spell book, security information to the agent's case and mercenary files , and an assortment of other goods. Poor agent vanished off the face of the Earth.

Ward, the bald son of a bitch, contacted Morgan not long after Denton left for the Sandlands. He wanted someone powerful on this job. One person. He wanted to show the bastard why Maniacles isn't to be pushed or prodded. She had to admit it was effective intimidation. One of her, one combat mage, could lay out a group of normies without much effort.

The boat was big, nearly cruise ship sized, but certainly not one built for containing passengers. It was for shipping. Morgan wasn't the only one the ship of course. She felt the presence of several more gunmen. She crouched low, only managing to get clear visual on three to her right.

Killing one would bring the rest to alert. They would know. Morgan relaxed, waiting. hand drifting towards her pistol. She raised her head slightly over her covered position. One gunmen was standing on the third deck. The highest point on the ship. He would be trouble.

Okay.

First was take out him. So Morgan did that. She closed fist, grabbing blood with raw magical energy, bending it, and pulling him forward. He screamed when he was flung off the deck. The man's body smashed into the man nearest to Morgan. She heard bones break, groans of pain.

Shouts of orders went off all over the ship.Morgan flung the two men she downed at four men who were making their way in her direction. Their limp bodies twisted as they flew forward, twising like rag dolls as they slammed into other men. All of them went overboard. Guns fired, bullets bounced off an area close to where she was. She moved her position, sticking close to the walls of the first level of the ship, ready to flee if she had to. Morgan didn't think she would have to.

No one can compete with Manialces when it came to resources and firepower. Life became easier when you either got out of their way or worked with them. It had been ten minutes and several normies were already.

Morgan began gathering her magical energy, letting it swell within, and preparing to unleash everything she had. It was time to end it. End it and go home. A smile touched her lips as she thought about Isabelle.

Morgan stood, attacking as she did. One man's eyeballs exploded, another had a heart attack, one coughed an organ. A bullet whizzed passed her head. She killed him too. Then something moved in the corner of her eyes. It was small, fast, silver, and mechanical. Her mind barely comprehend the whatever it was. Then it was on her. She screamed.

The darkness did not hide what this robotic device was. A four-legged spidery monstrosity. It wrapped its long legs around her, as if it were the world's worst baby harness. She reached for her magic. Nothing. Nullified. What?

Morgan focused harder. It was there. She could feel it, but couldn't tap the power. This robot was running interference, jamming the signal. She grit her teeth, remembering where she was, what she was doing. The gunmen. Isabelle. Denton. Mom. Morgan readied for death, tears threatening to well. None of them fired. A light turned on overhead, flooding the boat in brightness. Morgan shielded her eyes. What the fuck?

All the gunmen were silent.

A whistling cut through the silence. Morgan watched a man begin to walk the down the stairs of the second deck, his face obscured by the light. She snorted. Okay, they clearly were not going to kill her not yet. She thought about running.

The man reached the lower level. Morgan knew right then and there that running was out of the question. She knew him.

He was of average height, two guns on his hip, brown leather jacket that was opened down the middle to reveal a blue Hawaiian shirt. A thick grayish brown handlebar stache. Heathcliff. One of the scummiest assassins on the planet. A freelancer. One of the best too. Denton and other agents had used his services several times.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She seethed.

He twisted his facial hair, smiling. "Why do you think? I was hired."

"You're fucking up," she said. "You're running up against the house here."

"I do the job I'm paid for Morgs. No hard feelings, right? You should play ball here. It'll go easier for you. The boss doesn't want to kill you. He's pretty easy going."

Morgan tried to reach for her magical energy again. She found nothing. Her hand drifted towards her gun, slowly. Keep him talking, she thought, he's an idiot - he'll.

Heathcliff replied, "Don't even try it. You can't. You're good, but you're not that good. Only one other person is that good. So lets just keep it cool huh? Two fonzies."

Morgan relented. It was better to comply then to die. She wouldn't try Heathcliff. He may have been scum and low on intellect and had stupid look, but a gun fight with him wasn't something she felt she could actually win. "What the fuck is this thing?" She tapped the device on her chest. "You steal this from Maniacles? What is it?"

"Foolish female," a deep voice echoed from on the third deck. A short man in a gray hood, dark spandex, and red glowing eyes was lording. He wore a creepy, nearly robotic like mask, large gauntlets with several buttons them. "Drakul expects more of a person who claims to be able to harness the dark arts."

The boss? Morgan thought. He gave off the vibe of being in charge. A really cheesy vibe, but vibe nonetheless. She had seen her fair share of overly dramatic young mages on the field. He was no mage, though. Morgan felt no magical power radiating off him. Nothing.

"You're in charge?" she asked.

"Drakul has his own reasons for assisting in this matter. He will not be questioned by a woman who cannot comprehend the genius of his creations."

"Who is Drakul?" Morgan asked.

"Drakul is Drakul," the hooded man replied.

Heathcliff pointed at the guy in the hood. "He's Drakul."

Oh God. This was it. They were going to kill her with a dude that talks in the third person. She considered putting a bullet in her own head.

Morgan glared daggers at Heathcliff.

Heath raised his hands in defeat. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry about him. He's weird like that. Anyway..." He started walking towards her.

Morgan had a vivid vision of grabbing him when he got close. She would step into him, grab her pistol, pump bullets in his gut. Then die in a blaze of glory. Isabelle flashed in her mind, followed by the word compliance.

He started walking down the ramp of the ship, motioning for her to follow. Morgan eyed the gunmen in front of her, they regarded her with cold expressions. Every instinct inside was beckoning her to stay still. No sudden movements.

"You coming?" Heath asked. "They won't fire. Remember Morgan? Play it cool and it will be cool."

Morgan relented, tugging at the device as she started down the ramp with Heathcliff. A nice looking long car pulled up a few feet away from the ship. Heathcliff approached it, nearly skipping, opening the back door for Morgan.

"You expect me to get in?"

"I don't. Boss does," Heath said. "I have orders to kill you if you don't."

Morgan lowered her head and entered the back seat.

***

It was limo like in the back. Two long seats facing one another. There were two people who sat across from her. A man and a woman. The man had the second most boring face Morgan had ever seen. He was older than her, but she wasn't sure by how much, salt and pepper hair, stoic face, so robotic in fact it made her uncomfortable. His eyes were the color of storm clouds. He wore an expensive gray suit. The man folded his hands. In contrast to his calmness the woman looked far more alert. Her blue eyes wide behind her glasses, blonde hair in a bun, skirt business suit near the same color as the man. She was gnawing on a pen.

Morgan felt no magical on either of them,

A stupid move.

Two normies vs one mage?

She reached for her ability.

Nothing.

Not even a wiggle.

Fuck.

"So you're a mage?" The man asked.

"I think you already know the answer."

"I do," he said. "I was watching how you killed my people. It was impressive. I had cameras on the ship. I was waiting for them to send someone. I'm surprised it was only one, though. Do they usually only send one person?"

Morgan glared at him.

"I hardly think you lose anything by telling me. I'm not going to kill you. I would not profit from it."

"You killed other Maniacles people it."

The man sighed, never breaking eye contact. "Regrettable incidents. Your bosses refused to hear my offer. I wished my first forays into the supernatural world to be ones of peace. No bloodshed. I can see the financial potential. They responded by business very interest."

"The housing business, the cleaning business, the investing, the drugs, the whores, the rest, the 1s and 0. I'm sure you understand why I had to take violent action. I cannot allow any infractions on my territories."

"Yeah...okay...I got it. I've seen you before. You're like a minor celebrity. One of the world's richest men."

"Louie Laplace Damon." He extended his hand.

Morgan didn't take it.

He kept it extended.

Things got awkward.

She shook it.

"I don't get what your deal is," Morgan said. "You work for Roosevelt?"

"Who?" Louie asked.

Shit.

"Nevermind," Morgan said. "You can't just be sniffing around Maniacles shit for money."

The woman beside him finally spoke. She wore a name tag. Amy Applegate. "It's always the money with him. He doesn't really have a lot of hobbies outside of the stuff like this. He has an ant farm, though."

"I like ants," Louie said. "They present symmetry. Do you know I'm somewhat of a mage myself?"

Morgan rolled her eyes. Riddles were for kids and old people. It really took up a lot of time. She let her impatience win out. "Get to the damn point okay. What do you want from me? I'm not talking. If I talk I die. If I don't talk I die."

"No," Louie said. "I'd rather not have anymore deaths today. They are not the easiest thing to mange. People ask questions. My magical ability is being rich."

"What?"

"Money is greater then any magic, any man, any woman, any technology. I need only to press a few buttons to make moves most people can only dream of. It is a form of magic I'd say. So, where can I drop you off?"

Morgan shifted in her seat, starting to feel boxed in. The dude was nuts. He had to know there was zero chance she would believe him. He would kill her as soon as she stepped out of the car. Or maybe this weird thing had a tracker on it?

Louie said, "I only ask you tell your superiors I am only seeking to become a friend to them. It will be very bad for business if they aren't willing to play ball. I have some ideas I think that can maximize capital for all parties involved."

Morgan stared at him. "Whatever. I'll do it okay. Just drop me at the nearest hotel. How do I get this thing off?"

"I'll have Drakul hit the release button approximately thirty minutes after we part ways."

Score, Morgan thought, I'll bring it back to HQ. The techs will love this. Her bubbled popped when Louie spoke again.

"It will detonate twenty seconds after it detaches itself from you. I suggest you are in a secluded place," he said. "Now do you remember what we talked about? You'll talk to your bosses. these people who run Maniacles."

"I guess," she said.

Amy Applegate handed her a card. A number was on it.

"What's this?" Morgan asked.

"A line I can be reached on," he said. "I like what you can do. You should consider other employment if Maniacles does not respect you as worker."

Morgan's head spinning. So much information at once. She hated it. The scheming, the manipulations, the backstabbing, the weird and random men and women of power and affluence who seemed to have their fingers in ever piece of pie. "You're playing with fire man, ya know? Manialces doesn't like normies knowing about their shit. You know stuff. They are going to come for you after this, come even harder."

Louie shrugged. "I am confident in my ability to defend myself. Heathcliff is a wonderful resource. He's even given me the number of another excellent freelancer. Now Morgan...I do hope this conversation has been as good for you as it was for me. Do not be a stranger."

And with that the car stopped.

 

[KotaKotsu]

Kotsu looked at 01 and 02. "I... I think I have an idea of what was the catalyst behind the event. It might have to do with you two's emotions. Like how your strings burnt off!" Kotsu said with an excited reaction and a lightbulb formed over his head similar to Aria from earlier.

 

[mmarage]

The twins looked at Kotsu, completely confused. "Kotsu... what are you talking about...?" They asked, tilting their heads. Was... this about the strange third person and the strange third voice...? They couldn't for the life of them remember what Kotsu was talking about.

 

[KotaKotsu]

"The voice and the figure, ya sillies." Kotsu poked their heads with his index and middle fingers with both hands. "Just gotta make you guys channel a hardcore emotion and it'd probably do something similar. But that's only if you're down to try it. He might be a part of you like you guys are a part of him" Kotsu said with a smile.

 

[mmarage]

The two looked at him exceedingly confused. "...Kotsu... we didn't hear another voice when we were telling Clayton to not touch Denton... and we didn't see a shadow or anything... are... you sure you weren't imagining things?" 01 asked. They couldn't remember talking in unison other than that one time. Kotsu had to have been mistaken... right?

 

[KotaKotsu]

Kotsu paused for a brief moment. "Hmmm... No, I don't think I am. I mean, this world is crazy, but I don't think I've cracked yet. It wasn't the first time either. It happened before too. But I can't remember exactly when right now. When I heard the whisper of a third voice." Kotsu started stroking his fingers through his beard. "Plus, I was angry. I remember stuff better when I'm angry. But in some cases, I'm always angry." Kotsu stroked his beard lightly as he continued. "I dunno why I seen what I did or heard what I did. But just keep an eye out for when ya get heated again!" Kotsu said with a laugh.

 

[Exzalia]

"I'll walk and read then." Owl says taking the notes with her, they continue on ignoring the researchers flocking to the bodies of their dead fellows pens ready to take notes. There was no point in killing them all and no one wanted to stay here longer than they had to. But as they are about to continue they hear in the distance a familiar voice.

"Nice..."

Coming from the other side are more twisted researchers, but these ones have hospital masks covering their mouths and were draped in a surgeons uniform, five of them are wheeling an operating table down through the rows of mutant horrors, and on the table was Joe 69 and joe 3 who was still just a head.

"Joe 69?"

"Nice."

"Are you alright?" owl asks.

"Well." he says as he is wheeled past. "I'm about to be attached to Joe 3 which normally I would be fine with. But for some reason lately I have been feeling...upset?"

Blue owl casts stupefy on the surgeons causing them to fall over drooling, Yellow owl floats over to the two Joes lifting them up telekentically and bringing them to the group.

"Miffed, annoyed, tilted?" Joe 69 says hopping on his only leg.

"Angry. I think we are angry" Joe 3 adds. "We feel angry all of a sudden, and we're not sure why. Not just us too, all the Joes we suddenly feel, angry."

"Wronged." Joe 69 adds. "Which we always knew we were being wronged, but now for some reason we seem to care about it. It's odd the this emotion."

Khepri nods. "I'm usually such a happy joe too, but I feel it as well. I want to, punch something."

Blue owl looks at Joe with sudden understanding. "Your growing anger is beginning to impact the other Joes, try to keep it together Joe 1, Joes 2. It will impact the enemies in your dream as well."

"Do you know where a computer is?" Yellow owl asks.

"Of course." Joe 3 says

"Wondrous, could you lead us to it?" Yellow owl asks.

"certainly, but first you have to deal with those angry researchers."

"What?"

The group turns, the surgeons had recovered, they rise eyes wild with fury. "Our art." They say in unison voices shrill and raspy.

"You interfere with, OUR ART!" All five of them charge the group brandishing instruments of torture, their human forms elongating into hideous parodies of the simian form.

Joe 69 hops back to joe 1. "You know brother, I suddenly don't want to be attached to Joe 3, mind helping a brother out?"

"I second this." Joe 3 says.

The group steps infront of the other Joes and prepares for battle

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Aria
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"We just need to clear them, right?" Aria brandished her giant syringe and put the Joe's head on a nearby table. She wasn't sure what was the substance inside the syringe, but the Joe's clone she got this syringe from seems to be dead rather quickly after he injected himself.

She leaped forward towards one of the reseracher and grabbed him by the collar, using a well-trained movement she hurled the researcher towards the other four, like hitting bowling pins. She then jumped at one of them and injected the liquid inside the syringe straight into his heart.

 

[mmarage]

The twins looked at Kotsu, feeling more confused. This had apparently happened not once... but twice? Surely they would have noticed such an event take place, right...? Either way, they looked to Owl and the Joes as they were getting lectured. "Well can you exactly blame us?" The two asked in unison, before turning to the doctors. 01 summoned his scythe while 02 summoned his bow and arrows.

01 smashed a fire vial against his scythe's blade, turning it red and engulfing it in flames. 02 poured a wind vial over a set of four arrows, the arrows turning a forest green as wind began to erupt from them. 01 charged in quickly, his scythe aiming to cleave the man right in half. To ensure his death, 02 began firing the arrows, they seemed to fly much faster than his normal arrows, flying right towards the scientist's head and chest. If and when they made contact, they'd explode on contact, ripping large holes in the scientist.

 

[KotaKotsu]

Kotsu summoned a fire and wind whip on both of his arms. "I love having four of these things now." Kotsu said with a devious smile as he charged toward the scientists, sweeping wide to try and attack as many as he could at once.

 

[Freikugel]

The five scientist didn't seem to pose much trouble, Kotsu and Aria, both powerful vampires should be able to clear them easily

Fizzy considered that a good time to rest his wounded body, yet stood alert in case they required cover fire

 

[Kinggunlucky]

Denton hung in the backround watching his team tear into the scientists. He wasn't a man inclined to fighting or killing if it could be helped. The scientists certainly did deserve it, though. There would be no debate there. He had no reason to think these men and women would have anything of value to offer HQ or the group as a whole. Denton made a mental note to speak with Miranda Faust after they escaped from the Sandlands - if they did. The abilities of the on display before him never ceased to amaze him. He felt several levels of fear and captivation settle in his heart. Their speed, their magic, their brutality. He frowned. Brutality. Denton thought he had seen enough brutality on this trip, in general really.

Nothing to take pride in here. No peace. He thought about Owl, Cova more so. The pain of the Joes.

Kotsu asked him how he would react if it were his child. Denton bit his lower lip, rage stewing in his stomach. He had chosen not to acknowledge the question. Denton backed further away, starting to gather his magic.

 

[TheAdept]

Clayton was...hungrier here. He considered feeding from these scientists, but they may have poison blood, like mages do. He didn't even reach for his guns this time; useless things were causing less and less damage as things went on.

He was a vampire though, and while not as strong as Kotsu, strong enough to punch through a man, fast enough to dodge some bullets, to mention those bullets wouldn't kill him. Not less than hundreds anyways.

Besides his guns, he lacked any awesome weapons like Kotsu's whip or Aria's syringe. He would need to get creative here.

He unleashed a series of hooks and jabs followed by an uppercut at an attacking researcher with strength and power unmatched by any known boxer or even a gorilla for that matter. Then he grabbed the researcher by the arm and swung him; his entire body at breakneck speed at another attacking researcher. In an instant Clayton had then dashed across the room and was on the other side to where he had thrown a researcher, delivering a curb stomp to it's head.

 

[AbatedBigfoot]

"Time to dance" Q said with a smile and with that, he propelled himself by using his fire magic as a bomb to launch him in the air. His aim was the researchers. He was ready to dish out some firey combos. Mainly trying to show off to his new found love interest.

 

[Exzalia]

Aria throws one into the oncoming researchers, they evade his body one leaping at clayton. Aria leaps forward driving her syringe into the body of the one she threw, it strike home and he dies an agonizing death.

Joes 1 swings his scythe slicing through flesh, and spilling a fountain of blood, but the mad doctor does not feel pain, with wild eyes he attacks anyway stabbing Joe in the shoulder and twisting painfully. Joes 2 arrow flies forward one strikes the third doctor in the chest pinning him to the cage of a mutant, but like the other one he acts as if he feels nothing.

"Release the mutants!" He screams and presses a button on his wrist with the last of his strength.

A cage opens, and an unholy abomination of guts and flesh crudely stitched together lurches out shrieking horribly.

Claytons attacks are equally devastating, his punches and kicks snapping bone pounding flesh, but they do not kill fast enough. With blood spilling from his body the researchers shrieks .

"More mutants!" and presses a button, another unholy creature joins the fray.

Kotsu whips do their damage, and Quinten deals massive damage with his combos but they don't kill fast enough. remaining two researchers all screech their insane battle cry.

"Release the mutants!"

Clayton, Aria and Joe had killed three researchers, but in their place four unholy abominations stand shrieking loudly charging forward.

The remaining two researcher each pick different targets. One charges at Joe 2, one goes after Denton the remaining one pulls out an acid gun and starts spraying randomly laughing maniacally.

 

[KotaKotsu]

Kotsu makes a bored face. "MAN, FUCK THIS AND FUCK YOU!" Kotsu pulls out an ice bomb and a wind bomb and chucks them at the researchers, both 4 and 5. "I AIN'T A DAIRY QUEEN, BUT EAT A BLIZZARD!"

 

[Freikugel]

More enemies... Damn!

But you'll deliver EXECUTION to them!

Fizzy stood, observing the situation... There was Bunny, Bunny will always be there for you Fritz, Bunny can mean anything he needs...

Well I could use another leg now

And Bunny fulfilled

"Boosters on!" Both legs boosters were activated and Fizzy was raised high , he turned his body in mid air landing on his feet right in the ceiling, his prosthetic legs impeding him from falling.

The man smirked, he produced a few explosives right in the ceiling and then dashed from it avoiding the incoming explosion which torn the ceiling into many pieces, all the debris falling upon the many mutants... Not having finished as he dashed in direction to one of the scientists (4). Energy blade in hand he crossed like a stinger aiming from the head. Just a flash of light drawn by the energy blade! He landed right at the scientist back, his hand extended still holding the blade that crossed the man's body!

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Aria
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Aria already emptied her syringe into the researcher, so when some abominations broke out of their cage, she used the syringe to siphons the researcher's blood, filling the syringe with a batch of bloody murky poison. Holding the researcher's body as a meat shield and the syringe as weapon, she charged towards one of the abomination.

She slammed the researcher into the abomination's face, letting it bites and tears into the corpse while she used the distraction to sidestep and thrusted her syringe into one of its many eyes. Not letting the monster to rest, she grabbed a steel beam from the debris that Fizzy made and swung it widely like an oversized sword, attacking any mutants in range.

 

[GamerCarrot]

Vivian wasted no time and pulled out one of her guns, running her hand over it she changed its shape to something larger and much more powerful. Smirking she looked up at one of the abominations that had just been released from its cage, she raised her gun and fired round after round into the beast. After she was done with what ever ammo was in the gun she reloaded it and continued firing not wanting to let up just in case the creature could badly hurt her. Whilst shooting she couldn't help but glance over at Quentin who was using his fire to attack the scientists, she smiled quite impressed with the whole display.