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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 8:11 pm
::Inside of the Orange Lantern suite, the violin case swings open, and two dozen rats slip out. They're rats....rats are good a squishing into small places.::
::the rats quickly disperse among the collected items, becoming practically invisible as they search for Achilles' armor::
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 9:10 pm
::the rats disperse themselves into the air ducts, having recorded the layout of the room on their prosh itty-bitty recorder collars::
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 10:42 pm
*A crew of orange chipmunks begin tossing books into Larfleeze's suite.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 7:42 am
::whistles as he suits up for the day. Puts his collection of tuning forks into his belt and turns on his sonic gun to test it. Holsters the gun and loads whistles, finger-cymbals and a harmonica into the pockets of his cape::
::starts tuning up his flute::
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 7:50 am
*Lex ponders for a moment, then composes an email to Norman.*
I have increased your Security Clearance to Level 7. Officially, you're our 616 Liason. You're more trustworthy than that Fisk fellow, and more of a team player than Doom.
That said, we can meet at any time.
*Lex sits back in his chair and plots.*
Things are becoming . . . unpleasant. Superman is back, but he's clearly braindamaged. But his Militant Clone, the Eradicator seems to have followed in his wake. I do not like that particular turn of events.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 7:58 am
::skips out into the hallway, playing a merry tune that seems to excite the rats in the air ducts, as they pour out, dancing behind the Piper to the song::
::skips over to the elevator and heads up to the next level, playing the whole time::
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:15 am
::the elevator opens on the next floor and the Piper skips out, followed by even more rats. The dancing rats quickly disperse....and all of the security protocols on the floor go offline as rats start chewing through wires and disrupting sensors and scanners::
: razz iper pulls a rather large tuning fork out of his belt and searches on the wall next to the bulging door of Larfleeze's suite. Finding a prime point, he smacks it with the tuning fork. The wall dissolves and slumps into rubble from the reverberating tone::
: razz iper reaches in and pulls out Achilles' armor, which had been resting against that wall::
::Starts playing again, and several rats stream down under the armor and carry it off, down the fire escape. Piper pauses, and puts his flute to his lips again. The quick, trilling blasts of sound leave the simulation of giant, Creed-sized claw marks on the sides of the destroyed wall, as if someone clawed it open to steal the shiny stuff inside::
: razz iper spins around on his heel and leads the armor-bearing rats down the fire escape and outside Injustice International::
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:22 am
*A roaming drone comes through the hallway. It stops a few ards away from Piper.*
"HALT! Hartley Rathaway, you do not have Level 6 Clearance. Explain your actions!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:27 am
((fire escapes are clearance level 6? Jesus, I hope there's never a fire on the lower levels xd ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:29 am
Hartley Rathaway ((fire escapes are clearance level 6? Jesus, I hope there's never a fire on the lower levels xd )) ((Gah! I meant the break in. Ahem. Nevermind then ^^;; ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:32 am
::waves at the drone as thirty-four rats swarm it, and heads out of the building followed by the armor, which is so covered in rats it's unidentifiable::
Just let Luthor know that 'job' I mentioned is in-progress, Droney!
::skips away, playing the flute::
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:44 am
*The drone attempts top X-ray the rats carrying the armor, but the process is interrupted by the effort of shaking the rats that have suddenly assaulted the unit.*
"Alert! Pestilential rodents attacking! Evasive action required! Initiating extermination procedures!"
*Of course while any rats are being slain, Hartley makes his escape. The drone transmits data to Luthor.*
Well. It seems there's no honor among theives.
I get the feeling this will be a nuisance very soon.
*He pauses and sets the drones to perform a complete status check. Which could take ages before reaching Larfleeze's room . . . *
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 11:28 am
*Walks up to the front of the building and tapes a note to the doors:*
Luthor;
I need to use your lab.
Sincerely filled with hate, Mister Mind
My hands don't work so goods on the key boards, but dis is like a e-mail...
*Wanders off.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 1:26 pm
*Flies around with a tv in his hand*
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:27 pm
*walks down the hallway toward his suite, whistling off-tune, arms full of various and sundry stolen found items. As he turns the corner, he comes to a screeching halt, gaping at the giant hole in the wall*
My... MY STUFF!!
*Dashes into his suite, poring over the contents to ensure nothing is out of place*
Where...?! It was right...! Someone must have...!
*He begins tossing items frantically, uncovering more and more buried treasure, yet no sign of...*
MY ARMOR!! WHERE IS MY ARMOR!! WHO DARES TAKE MY--
*Looking down, he notices the open, empty violin case*
MY VIOLIN!!!
*In an instant, the rest of his possessions find themselves encapsulated in an orange bubble, rocketed off toward a distant, safer world. Tucking a small, black object into his suit, he examines the claw mark-ridden wall*
CREED! scream
*Surrounded by glowing, fiery orange, Larfleeze thrusts a giant orange fist through the ceiling, blowing out walls left and right as he rockets toward Creed's suite*
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!! scream
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