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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:27 pm
*Fires an optic blast towards the sound of his voice.*
I've got you figured out, Bigby!
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:29 pm
*the blast nearly nicks his shoulder*
So you think...
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:30 pm
::The vertigo gets worse as colors and shapes appear in midair, twisting, turning and swirling at incredible speeds::
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:30 pm
*Readjusts and fires again.*
I've just got one question.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:31 pm
*Walks in through the Cyberdome doors* No he doesn't, atleast... not well.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:32 pm
I'm not in a talkative mood all of a sudden.
*Tries to jump to another block of land, miscalculates and takes a bumpy tumble through colored space*
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:33 pm
::Air-to-surface missiles begin firing in random directions, exploding on contact with the land masses::
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:34 pm
*Tracks Bigby, firing off several blasts leaving technicolored explosions in their wake.*
I know who you are, just tell me where Bigby really is, dammit!
*Dives away from a missile and is flung through the air.*
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:35 pm
Seems I've come in at a most inopportune time.... I'll be back... later?
*tries to leave but the doors don't seem to want to open*
Oh well, I guess I'll just try and stand behind this odd colored shapy thing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:36 pm
*keeps typing away*
Can't get through this thing now. Clark! I need you to go get help! Cyborg, from the Titans! Or Batman or Robin! Someone with tech experience!
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:37 pm
*Jumps in between land masses, avoiding blasts and missiles*
Listen, nutcase, if you hurt the woman at all, I'm ripping your throat out. I'll-
*gets clipped by a missile*
AAAWOOOARRRGGHHH~
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:38 pm
::Engaging program "Genosha Evac"::
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:38 pm
I guess I can try my signal watch.
*Presses the emergency button*
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:39 pm
*Skips between the missiles, their patterns memorized from months of repeating the simluation at the mansion.*
What woman? I have to admit your ploy was clever. Make off with the cash, the weapon, and get back inside the school, but it gave you away.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 5:40 pm
*Tries to stand up, but lower leg is broken*
Come a little closer. These ears are all the better to hear you with.
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