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 Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 2:48 pm
((*hug* We still love you, man. In a totally not-creepy way.)) Bitong nodded. "My name's Bitong. We have reason to believe that you have a special talent. Have you perhaps heard of the Blazers? People that can use a Mysticker on their own body? We think you might be one of them." ((Keegan, feel free to take over Bitong at any time...)) There was indeed nerver damage, but Wilde didn't stop. He threw Anatoly off, advancing with a snarl. Oh yes, Anatoly remembered now. Wilde was a psychonaut. To the extreme. He used psychonaut techniques to remove himselffrom his body and fight without feeling pain.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 2:56 pm
((Haxx! It doesn't matter if he can't feel pain if he also can't send signals to his limbs!))
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 3:31 pm
"That won't work!" Blaine called out, "He'll expect that, just get over here, dammit, I told you, I have a plan."
In the meantime, as he waited for Nathan, Blaine activated his mysticker and focused intensely on focusing it's light towards one area in a highly concentrated dot, a little like a laser pointer.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 3:45 pm
"Yeah, I've heard of Blazers, but that's just some dumb kid's story. And I'm guessing the other two people are out there to let me know that I can shoot lasers from my eyes and jump over tall in a single bound, right?" Mike asked with obvious sarcasm disliking the fact that this man was lying to him. "Now what are you really here for? Hm? Did I piss off the wrong person or something? I guess it doesn't really matter either way since I've already decided to follow you until I found out what's really going on." He then gestured for the man to lead the way not willing to get in front of him for in case if this turned into a fight.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:36 pm
((This is true, but thus far he has only used the one arm that you haven't ******** up.
Tee hee. I've wanted to use a psychonaut for forever. I was gonna make one for Cabal, but this is cooler.))
THE LASER DID NOT WORK.
"Oh yeah?" Bitong murmured. He pulled up his sleeve to reveal a common Ice Mysticker. He traced it deftly, then held out his hand. A spinning prism, immaculately made and shining brightly, floated just above his hand.
"Is this a dumb kid's story?" It morphed, flowing over his hand like water and forming a spiked gauntlet.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:42 pm
((Not the arm, man - pain aside, the arm works fine.
But Anatoly just ******** up Wilde's spinal cord.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:46 pm
((*looks around*
When the hell did this happen?))
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:58 pm
Venom3001 Anatoly dropped his weight and slammed an elbow against the back of Wilde's neck; surely that would cause some nerve damage.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 9:34 pm
((Damage, not total breakage. I'd say that he can still move, if it was just one hit.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:01 pm
((Damage, not breakage, of course - but he should at least be somewhat stunned by it.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:13 pm
((And he was.
For a few seconds. Then he threw Anatoly off.
But oh well.))
Wilde's advance suddenly stopped. His head cocked to one side, and he fell to one knee, put a fist to his chest, and then fell on his face.
"Wilde is unable to battle! Anatoly Yang wins!"
Boy. That seemed...strange.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 10:50 pm
Mike watched in disbelief as the man put on his performance. At a loss for words all he managed was, "How the ...? and you think ...? and I can ...?" Mike took a deep breath before finally getting out, "Ok ... I'll come with you, but this doesn't mean I trust you ... or even really beleive you." He added the last bit while thinking about how it was nearly impossible not to believe what he was seeing.
((By the way I thought that you couldn't form weapons with Ice 1. Or is Bitong using Ice 2? I wasn't sure because you said a common mysticker which makes me think level 1. Also how do I manage to keep missing you? I mean I've been checking back every 30-60 minutes today and yet you got on for the little bit that I was watching TV.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 11:07 pm
((Mmkay.
And loslover: Blazers can make rudimentary and short-lived weapons with Ice 1, from what I can tell.))
Anatoly moved over to Wilde, dragged him up, and with a grunt, held him up. "Which way to the infirmary, again?" he asked, grunting as he strained to maintain Wilde's weight. "He needs healing to his neck soon, at least."
((What happened to Wilde? Did he slip out of his trance for a moment?))
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 11:25 pm
((los: Bitong isn't your average Blazer, either. He's a Blazer Black Crewman.
Venom: You'll find out.))
Bitong nodded. "Fair enough. Come with us." He began to walk.
Wilde, once they were out of sight of the people in the training room, shoved Anatoly into a wall - hard - to get him off before walking away to Stark's room.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 11:26 pm
((Joe, he's carrying Wilde.))
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