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 Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 11:34 am
((Deadpool would like to inform you that he is currently indisposed by something stupid--namely the plot-- but just as soon as he gets around that, he will open up a can of whoop-a** on your... uh... a**.))
Robin's eyes widened, and he shot up a grapple line towards the ceiling, and waited as the electricity arched beneath him. Then he dropped back down to the ground with a soft thud. "Alright, where is this guy?" he muttered irritably. Stealth was so much LESS fun when it was the other guy who was pulling it off.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 6:03 pm
((Just tell him good luck on the movie. I just got zapped worse than a bug in a light bulb!))
Arell sneered at the newly damaged controls. "Gawd-damn rat-fink punkass wannabe player! i swear this cat's gonna pay more'n that!" he fumed. if there was something he hated, it was a coward and a person that doesn't fight fair . . . Ghost fit both in his mind.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 6:40 pm
//Oh, E? To answer your earilier question, Starfire is currently in a hotel room with Raven. Kori is going to get ready to go to work. twisted //
Another tendril of electricity lashes from one of the panels at Robin's grapple line.
[probably just a split second after he let go, but he's probably still get slightly zapped -- nothing that would knock him out or anything like that]
The Ghost's echoing voice could be heard around them, "You three should’ve stayed in Hell town frightening mobsters."
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 6:49 pm
Arell tore the lever out of the defunct control panel. "T'me, dis Is Hell!" the Cajun crowed as he took out any glass screen he could, destroying any source of technology in the room to render the Ghost useless.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 7:09 pm
The Ghost chuckled over the loud speakers, "Great. I go from Nightshade to Conan the Cimmerian."
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 7:16 pm
((What on earth is a cimmerian?!?))
"Back home, someone woulda put you outta yer misery . . . now COME OUT HERE YA COWARD!!" Arell shouted, waving his pistol, taking the occasional potshot at the controls.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 7:25 pm
// Ghost was comparing you to Conan the Barbarian http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conan_the_Barbarian This guy reads a lot.// "Oh, I wouldn't waste your firepower. It's completely useless here. You're just a frightened animal clutching to imagined security," The Ghost chided again over the loud speakers.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 7:38 pm
((Wow, Croc AND Conan . . . who next? Indiana Jones?))
Firepower . . . . fire . . . THAT's IT! Arell thought, noticing the frayed wired. He looked at Robin. "Got anythin' Flamable?" he asked the funny looking kid.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 8:02 pm
Robin, his hair standing up even more crazily than usual because of the slight shock he'd received, blinked, and then tossed the man a canister of something. "That should work," he said distractedly, glancing around at the room for something or other.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 8:13 pm
"Thanks." Arell said, noticing the sparking wires. Using his his knife, he dented the canister and threw it at the sparking wires. This caused an eruption of flames as the canister exploded. The Cajun sheathed the knife and put Crystal up on his big shoulders in a fireman's carry. "Let's get outta here, uddawise, we gon' be up in smoke woise dan Cheech and Chong!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 8:13 pm
//Wouldn't Robin think about the unconscious thugs and Crystal laying around, before you guys torch the place.//
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 8:20 pm
Robin blinked and his attention suddenly snapped back to the man. "W-wait, what? NO!" But it was too late; the fire had started. Dammit, he missed working with people who he could anticipate! Immediately, he threw several little marbles onto the fire; upon making contact, they exploded into a thick white creme that smothered the flames. "Were you just going to leave these guys to burn to death?" he demanded, furious.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 8:33 pm
The Ghost sat back an was recording this conversation and smiled, A little bit of editing should set those two up beautifully. Let the authorities do some of my dirty work...
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 8:51 pm
Arell looked at the puny 16-year old. for some punk kid, he had a lot of guts! "You damn idjit! I set that on fire for a damn reason you stupid knucklehead!" the Cajun man said, stepping for the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, kid. I got a buildin' t' Blow up!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 9:02 pm
The Ghost's eyebrows shot up under his mask, Oh, this too perfect. I can set these two geniuses up and get a clean getaway. Just one more adjustment....
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