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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:05 pm
Ms Emma Frost *Emma enters the Cyberdome, her high heels clicking against the hard floor, rubbing her palms together and smiling*Yoo hooo...anybody home? *Without a moment's hesitation, Patsy hurls herself towards her adversary. She leads in with straight right leg aimed for the midsection.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:06 pm
<--Cyberdome AI 2.0 detects presence of secondary combatant Frost, Emma.
Greetings, Frost, Emma. Are you here for a battle scenario?-->
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:08 pm
<--Combat motion detected....uploading appropriate scenario...-->
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:08 pm
Patsy Walker Ms Emma Frost *Emma enters the Cyberdome, her high heels clicking against the hard floor, rubbing her palms together and smiling*Yoo hooo...anybody home? *Without a moment's hesitation, Patsy hurls herself towards her adversary. She leads in with straight right leg aimed for the midsection.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:09 pm
<--Scenario loading: Yancy Street 1966. -->
The cyberdome grid fades away, and is replaced by a dirty street setting near dusk. Bent lampposts and graffitti decorate the street, which is littered with abandoned, jacked cars and empty garbage cans.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:12 pm
Loading: Equalization Program 57-G
A strange helmet materializes in Patsy's hands. She puts it on, and finds herself immune to psychic attacks.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:12 pm
Ms Emma Frost Patsy Walker Ms Emma Frost *Emma enters the Cyberdome, her high heels clicking against the hard floor, rubbing her palms together and smiling*Yoo hooo...anybody home? *Without a moment's hesitation, Patsy hurls herself towards her adversary. She leads in with straight right leg aimed for the midsection.* *Patsy scrambles back to her feet.* Oh, we're gonna play that game, huh? *Moves back in, albeit a bit more slowly, and begins to circle her foe. She feigns with a right hand, her claws fully extended. Emma's shield provides protection. A kick to the head does no good as well. Patsy looks upward for alternative means.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:15 pm
*Ricky Jones watches the fight lying against his brand new mustang as he combs his hair*
Keep going ladies...
*smiles like an a***
*Whistles*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:18 pm
*With Emma fully protected so far by her shield, Patsy suddenly finds herself at the attention of a different sort of threat.*
"Hey baby. You're looking might good in them tights!"
*She turns to find a small group of roughnecks enclosing on her. Construction hats, pipe wrenches and excited grins. These guys are regulars.*
"I look good in anything." She replies.
*The leader, a heavyset man wearing a hard hat and half shredded blue flannel reaches for her wrist.*
"You'll look even better with me." He says.
*Scanning her surroundings, Patsy spies a utility pole and fires her Cable claw, which grips the line at the top and pulls her from reach.*
"I don't think so."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:22 pm
The lights on Rick Jones' car flare up, and he guns the motor at the construction worker thugs.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:22 pm
*Patsy fires her cable claws into the genetalia of the biggest of the four men. He goes down with a whimper. Patsy springs into action. She dives from the pole and nails one with a kick to the head while wrapping the other up in her cable claw. The fourth tries to intervene, but is tripped up by a spinning heel. With all men down, Patsy turns her attention back to Emma.*
"Shall we continue?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:24 pm
*Emma looks around for her foe...*
Come out, come out, wherever you are...
*Patsy swings down from out of nowhere and connects both feet to Emma's chest, knocking her back several feet. Emma lands hard on her back and looks up to her foe*
Impressive dear. Been practicing?
*Patsy lunges and Emma plants both feet into her mid-section and sends Patsy flying into a row of garbage cans*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:26 pm
Patsy lands hard amidst the rubble, but keeps her bearings about her. With Rick smugly cheering them on and the four Yancy streeters at bay, she grabs a trash can lid and hurls it towards Emma.
This probably won't do anything, but it'll give me a chance to get back into it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:27 pm
A garbage truck barrels down the street at 60 miles per hour, blaring it's horn at the ruckus as garbage falls out of the back.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 6:31 pm
*Emma ducks the flying disk and stands upright, hands on her hips and sneering*
Really dear. What exactly was that supposed to do?
*Suddenly without warning a huge pile of garbage debris is dumped all over Emma, burying her waist high...
Emma shakes off coffee grounds and banana peels, fuming and looking at the driver who shrugs*
Sorry lady!
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