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 Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 1:35 pm
Kain nodded and turned his focus to the room around him.
/// not sure what to do with him. -__- ; ///
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 10:54 am
Skuld turned her attention to Victor, when he stirred, "Victor? Are you going to be alright?"
Victor would wake up in a goth bar with a glass of Jack Daniels in front of him. The last thing he'd remember would be the cab crash.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 6:11 pm
"Grrrr"
continued his search for Victor
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:28 pm
Victor slowly came around and noted that he was sitting in a chair and no longer in a cab. His skull hurt but it was a dull ache, and his clothes were bloody and slightly torn. "What happened? Where am I?" He asked as his eyes settled on Skuld.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:33 pm
Skuld frankly responded, "If my recollection is correct, a girl kicked our cab into a department store and I went crashing into the displays. When I recovered, I heard the sirens and figured that it was best that we all get out of there. So, I brought you to a place I knew."
Victor would be able to smell multitudes of perfume on Skuld.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:43 pm
Victor inhailed through his nose and coughed. "You smell like you just slept with a whole french brothel. Including the drunk doorman."
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:46 pm
Skuld twisted her lips and stared at Sabertooth, "I take it that you'd like that, eh? Actually, I crashed through two manequins and a whole display of expensive perfumes. I have to hold my own nose, right now."
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:51 pm
Victor felt his eyes grow wide with concern. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He questioned in panic and quickly wrapped his arms around her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 9:15 pm
Skuld nodded, "I'm alright now. Eventually, I'll need a change of clothes and nice long shower..."
Suddenly Skuld's expression contorted into confusion, "What the Devil?"
She was staring at the television where they were covering the events around Arkham Asylum. From the news helicopter, they showed the explosion from one of the wings at the facility -- and the screaming man in flames flung past the chopper.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 6:59 pm
The Commissar was working on recycling various projects created by the now destroyed group known as the Masterminds of Evil; oddly enough, that meant the organization was called M.O.E. and with this thought, the Commissar wished he had come up with a better name. With the few individuals that worked under the organization, a few researched and even created devices that hopefully could be recycled for later events. Scarecrow's Fear Machine was designed to spread Fear Toxin throughout New York, but it was thwarted by a super being rather instantly; a shame, Crow worked hard on it.
From the rooftop where the machine was set, the cartridges of Fear Toxin were empty, but the machine itself was still intact. Excellent, if the machine worked with other agents, perhaps it still had a use towards the Commissar’s needs. The Comrad robots were still recovering from being dormant so long, the Commissar would have to take it back to base himself. Taking the machine back to the hideout was no problem for robotic strength and oddly, the surveillance drones hadn’t picked up any major hero activity, not even at the Wayne Manor. Those drones were probably shut down by now if Batman had the time; he was known for his brilliance, the Commissar wouldn’t expect anything less. Still, things seemed oddly quiet; perhaps a plan of some kind was in the works. The Commissar shrugged it off for now as he bent down to pick up the machine, yanking it from his foundation and hoisting it up onto his right should. The Commissar used his head and arm as leverage to keep the thing hoisted as he jumped from the building rooftop; the machine was too big to fit down the stairs. To soften the landing, the Commissar landed on a parked car, before running off from the wreckage.
Scarecrow had chosen a remote part of New York to build the machine at; the building itself was a rundown apartment complex, filled with drug addicts and near homeless. Thinking about it, this place would be ideal to test the Fear Toxin drug on anyone looking for a quick fix. Perhaps there was residue in the machine’s canisters to replicate the toxin, but that was unlikely; the machine was here long enough that the potency of the toxin wouldn’t be in direct replication of its remains, likely useless by now. The machine itself had uses, maybe create a mind control agent to gather some soldiers to replenish the Eastern Bloc’s barracks and fuel a takeover of Gotham, maybe as part of his old lifestyle, rename it something Russian for the fun of it. The Commissar hoped the machine was water resistant, he needed to ‘swim’ to make it to Gotham, once he reached the harbour of course.
Once the Commissar made it to the harbor, he stepped into the waters, sinking due to his mechanical body's weight and of course the weight of the machine. The Commissar would make his way through the waters, using the system built into his body to avoid any hazardous steps into any deeper parts of the water's floor, he'd walk this way to the nearby ocean area of Gotham, where his base was located on the beach. If the Commissar moved fast, perhaps he'd be able to return without incident.
((Exit the Commissar to Gotham City.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 11:06 pm
((Enter Pirate Signal from Surrounding Areas of New York))
The image of the Commissar soon appeared on every available unblocked screen in New York -including the large advertisement monitor in Time Square-, from televisions, computer monitors, and even cell phones, the Commissar's voice could be heard through New York.
"Greetings people of New York; I apologize for the interruption of your shows, Internet access, and mindless thumb twiddling, but I must inform you that New york is now under Eastern Bloc control. Your police force has been neutralized and as I speak, my soldiers are securing and making order in this city. New York is under my control."
As the Commissar spoke, soldiers dressed in red armor and carrying crimson weapons marched the streets, pushing people out of their way and making 'examples' of people who dared stood against them or were in the process of committing a crime. No civilians were to be killed, merely struck and sent on their way. A few citizens who brandished firearms were put down, their weapons confiscated. Several gangs and other criminal groups and hideouts were immediately sought out and placed under arrest or exterminated, often the latter. The Eastern Bloc had records of these groups before hand, so they made easy prey, through only the smaller groups; crime lords like the King Pin were left untouched due to the man power it would take to bring such large groups down.
"As you can see ,my soldiers are acting as I speak. Please maintain a orderly conduct and behave or be eradicated. Remember, better to be red, then dead."
The monitors then resumed their regular broadcasting.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 11:19 pm
//*epic facepalm* SMACK Well, this puts a new wheel on the wagon.//
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 4:26 pm
Wolverine saw the broadcast from a tv store nearby
"Whats going on?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 9:52 am
//Appearently, Wolverine would notice the Soviet stoomtroopers going around taking control of everything -- "securing" police districts, etc.//
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 10:01 am
"Victor can wait"
he ran towards the first wave
"This is gonna be fun"
*Snikt*
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