Oh bugger, usually it tells me when that happens. Fixed it now, what was it you needed to talk about? (Although you'll have to wait for a...
~Medical Bay~ Sherlock and McCoy's game had been postponed due to patient duties, making sure that everyone checked out well after the battles and such. In the meantime Sherlock brought his attention to Hawkeye, who was still sitting by Natasha's beside. "Might I ask who the poor sod over there is, he looks quite dreadful." "Oh yes, he's been there for awhile now, can't figure out what's wrong with the girl. She is in a bit of a state like you were earlier, only much deeper it would seem." The two were interrupted when Director Fury entered the bay, "Excuse me gentlemen, I'm looking for a lost bird." McCoy and Holmes pointed across the room at Hawkeye. "Barton, it's time to get up and get moving. You can't do anything for her by sitting around." "I know Director, she'll be safe here.. but what are we going to do?" "For now we'll wait for these people to finish their tournament. I think you suspect it as well as I do that something is amiss, I'm sure once this is over the truth will start to be revealed. Say your goodbye for the moment while I go get Hill and Coulson." Clint did as he was told, saying a few things he hoped could get through, holding her hand for a moment and then heading off for the Medical lobby. He walked in on Fury thanking Dr. McCoy for fixing his two agents up, "Just a few minor injuries, they'll be back to 100 percent in a few days." "Excellent Doctor. Alright, let's head out." Fury went for the door lock when it opened by itself in front of him, he took a step back when he saw who was standing in the doorway. "It's good to see you again sir. I just wanted to see how you were all doing and thank you for your help." Fury knew something was off from the moment the boy started talking, "Selim? What's wrong, you don't sound good.." McCoy grabbed ahold of the table behind Fury, his eyes were stretched open, something shocked him from the readings he was taking, "He's dead, Fury." You could see Fury's expression grow cold as he turned back around at the boy, Selim giving him only a small grin. His eyes looked different, along with his entire presence thickening the air. Fury was about to sputter out something when another voice rang out from across the room at the doorway to the medical hall, a soft hand running down Barton's shoulder caused him to jump back and ready an arrow. He wasn't fast enough though, his arrow was sliced in two before he could load it. "Aw, not in a playful mood Hawky?" Lust stood at one exit with Selim at the other, the group apparently surrounded. "If I might inquire, what's going on?" Lust gave Holmes a wink and pushed Barton into the center of the room. "Oh we're not here for you handsome, although I might be making a change of plans." Selim's expression turned from evil grin to evil stare, directed toward Lust. "We're here for Director Fury, Father wishes to see you. Sir." He spoke in a mocking voice, "Father? What does this Father want?" "Spoiler alert Director, we can't go ruining all the fun. We can however slaughter the lot of you in here if you don't come quietly. Father explicitly said he'd like to see you kneel before him, that can be easily arranged if you don't have legs." "I'd enjoy it so much, I almost hope you're not cooperative." Lust's fingers grew out to resemble blades, sharp enough to slice through anyone like butter. As Fury thought over what on earth their plans could be, the power they hold and the thought of what they could do to everyone with him, Sherlock ran over and tripped him onto the floor. Lust reacted by shooting her finger across the room, it appeared Sherlock planned for this because he had also started falling down with Fury. Her finger flew over Sherlock's head as he pulled out his pistol and shot her in the chest. He and Fury landed in a heap on the floor, the first thing the Director saw was Selim's head impaled with Lust's finger. The two antagonist fell to the floor, blank stares on their motionless bodies. "I do believe I timed that well." The group was trying to recover from the incident, taking a few moments to compose themselves. McCoy began examining the bodies, it was very apparent that they were dead by human standards. "Obviously their dead, but they were no more dead 10 minutes ago before this happened. I never read a heartbeat out of either of them." "That's because you're treating us like humans you simpleton." McCoy rushed backward when the Selim started talking. The boy reached up and yanked Lust's finger out of his head, "Watch where you aim, idiot." "Oh I'm sorry, maybe if you helped for once instead of keeping that stupid get up." Selim's shadow enveloped the wall behind him, then it began to creep across the floor in spear like appendages. The boy's eyes illuminated red for a moment, "I apologize for my behavior. I'll take it from here." Enormous blood shot eyes opened up across the room, followed by serrated teeth. Spoiler The group backed up to the door that lead to the other part of the Medical Bay, Lust no longer blocking the exit, but instead holding Nick Fury's throat still with her blade like finger. "Have fun Pride, I'll take care of him." She walked out behind Pride, the child surrounded by the black tentacles that were creeping closer and closer to the group. "Now would be a good time to run." The shadow burst out faster toward the group as they rushed through the door, slamming it behind them they ran down the hallway, hoping to get everyone out while they still had time. OOC: Evil Council and other Villains to come later.
So you infringe on my territory, use me as an example and try to tell DT what to do. Plus on some level you compared Adam Sandler to Jeremy Irons. I can't. wat. Don't do that again. Also, what DT said is very true. Regardless of my so called authority I'd think you know that I'm not the kind of guy who is going to go Kaiba mode on him, unless that involves wearing a trench coat. Plus I have a very good reason for having Jeremy Irons reserved, future Scar related stuff if I feel like it.
Not sure how I feel about it yet. I'm sure it'll be cute though.
So, when you're at a graduation party, what is the first game you think of to play? Spoiler TWISTER.
And yet I'm beckoned to say I hail from the Eastern Timezone. What thread have we not had yet? Our phone numbers or billing addresses would make such a fun thread.
That's how you enter, Finny.
Spoiler [video=youtube;YSfleHFmUg0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSfleHFmUg0[/video]
~Evil Council~ "See Bakura, Skeletor is the very embodiment of good ol' fashion evil!" Bakura was preoccpied by the large mound of dripping goop that was talking, "Wha-What are you?" "Looks like some sorta chocolate pudding!" Grell attempted to consume Grail-kun, "SWEET BABY JUICE PROCESSOR, that isn't pudding." "JUICE PROCESSOR?!" The zombified Vader entered the room rather abruptly, demanding the house appliance from Grell. "No Vader, we don't have a juice processor." "We do however have an evil toaster!" Bakura harked is eyebrow, "What exactly makes the toaster evil?" "TOASTER?" "It's evil because it only cooks the lower portion of your desired unbaked good! To get an even bake you'll have to flip it over and wait. Then there is always the chance that you forget about the half-baked good and it turns into a hockey puck. It's so evil!" "TTOOAASSTTEERR" "This is why we're not plot relevant." "We are so plot relevant! Look how plot relevant we're being by taking up space on this page that would have otherwise been filled with needless chatter about tournament stuff." "toaster..;_;" AUTO appeared out of the darkened corner holding an object in his claw arm, "Captain, I've located a mysterious item in the corner over here." "Don't light the corner he says. They'll be no reason to light the corner, he says." "Shut up Fluffy, this item looks very familiar. There appears to be some words on here, but I can't quite make them out. Perhaps if I viscously beat it on the counter." Malik began to beat the item that was most certainly a lamp against the countertop. "EH, here Vader, you like metallic objects." "LAMP! OMNOMONOMONOMONOM" As Vader was omnomnomming on the lamp it eventually rubbed up against his gum line. The lamp began to shake, rattle and roll until a blue smoke shot up into the ceiling, soon after crashing into the ceiling because it wasn't a very big room. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OI!" A genie had apparently come out of the lamp, "OMG it's Robin Williams. Bakura get his autograph." "Ten-thousands yeeeeeeeeeeeeears, will give you such a crick in the- OMNOMNOMONOMNOM" Vader began eating Genie's tail like appendage. "MASTER, I'm not for eating, I'm here to grant you three wishes!" "You hear that Bakura, we've apparently summoned a hooker." Vader pondered this thought over with his very small brain which was more preoccupied with Genie's tail. "TOASTER. MINI FRIDGE. MY OLD SELF BACK." "Can do." Genie snapped his fingers and a toaster fell neatly beside Vader, then a miniaturized fridge landed in his arms, followed by Vader transforming back into his regular self. Sadly this self didn't include his armor and clothing other than the helmet. "MOTHER OF GOO GONE, put some pants on Vader!" "You'd think being burned alive and being left for dead would be the most painful experience I've suffered. Now after consuming a wearhouse full of household appliances and begin naked in a room of strangers I'm beginning to rethinking that."
Indeed, they can step forth out of the dim corner. Along with any other characters looking for a place to reside.
~Somewhere not in Egypt~ Ominous music plays as the camera pans into a hotel. "Greetings fellow B list villains and otherwise affiliated. Welcome to my much eviler council since we were moved from Kansas by a tornado. What does that mean Bakura? Huh? HUH???" "Bite me." "No no, Bakura that's where you say, "We're not in Kansas anymore!" And then I laugh hysterically and you join in the jest." "Bite me." "Bakura I'm beginning to think you're not enjoying yourself." "Bite-" Grell began noming on Bakura's arm, "SON OF A-" "Whoa hold on Bakura, regardless of the pain you're feeling right now we can't use such language." "What the hell are you talking about? There was a point a legion of Ozzy Osbourne's were being considered." "Yes, but this is my evil counicel and I will not toerate such." "But he's-" "Shut up fluffy and listen to the boss." Gell continued nomming until Bakura Bakura slapped him across the room. "Enough, get on with the meeting." "Right, I'd like to get to the first order of business, welcoming our newest members who are standing over there in that dark corner." "....Why are they standing in an inadequately lit corner?" "Because electricity is expensive and other than this moment I'll never need that corner lit."
WHERE?- Good Lord my ears could not handle that.. I don't even.
Very much so.
*watches video* wut. They're perfect for Melvin/Malik's evil council, which I haven't placed yet. Once I get them settled into some position in...
~Medical Bay~ Down the hall of beds in the medical bay, past where Clint was sitting with the unconscious Natasha, lied a man in bed with a dirtied coat and scratchy beard. Dr. McCoy had been keeping an eye on him for awhile since arriving, he hadn't done much but flinch every no and then. It was completely black from the man's perspective, then small rays of light started fluttering in. This was followed by out of focus objects, brighter light, and then reality returned to the man. His eyes were completely open, he took a shifty look from side to side. Scanning the room it became quite apparent he was in a hospital of sorts, he listened carefully and heard approaching footsteps. He closed his eyes and pretended to still be comatose as Dr. McCoy walked in to check on him. "Hm, an interesting case you are. No too different from the girl, yet it seem like at any moment you'll jump right up." "Brilliant deduction doctor." The man rose from the bed and jumped up, sprinting past McCoy, running square into a pole holding up a bag of medicine the doctor was bringing. A few moments later he came to again, sitting in a chair opposite McCoy's desk. "Hello again doctor, I must say you have some very sturdy equipment." "You'd know, now that you seem to be past the shock phase, you mind telling me why you're here Mr. Stark?" The man gave a very perplexed look, "I haven't the fainest clue as to who you're talking about, I am Sherlock Holmes. Judging by your plethora of medals you seems to be man who knows what's going on, could you please share with me our present situation?" McCoy explained all that seemed to have transpired the last couple of hours, then telling Holmes about the present tournament going on. "There isn't any time to waste then, is there?" "Well actually yes, there is. In fact until the tournament is over we've got plenty of time to kill." "Oh. Well then would you fancy a game of chess?" "Have I got the chess game for you." The two began playing as Holmes pondered his present situation more, especially curious about the mysterious cloud cover outside.
Fire away, although I probably won't respond until sometime tomorrow.
Was writing up a post for the cove befor bed. Yourself?
~The Villians Chamber~ In the lofty skybox the villains were using to watch the events of the tournament play out, a newcomer had entered the room. "It would seem impossible to do anything without interruption these days. Although he looks like he's right up your ally Maleficent." Scar pointed out the Mages apparent power, Maleficent being the powerful sorcerous she was nodded in acceptance. "Yes, he seems like he could be of use to me. You are welcome to join us Black Mage, a merciless killer is always a handy tool in a hostile takeover." "If you're lookin for sweets try the mini fridge tart." Ursula laughed, but she was cut off by the hollow laughter of a man in the corner of the room. "Wha-? Who's there?" "Don't fret, you're in no danger." Loki had entered the room, Maleficent met his reassurance swiftly, standing face to face with him. "Of course we're in no danger, you on the other hand." "Now now, no need to get uptight. I'm only here for...a drink." Loki made up two glasses of wine from the bar, handing one to Maleficent. "You're here for more than that." The sorcerous took a small sip, "Out with it." "Hm, I was hopping to chat for a moment before I ruined your day. You see I know of your plans." Maleficent's gaze tightened as she gripped her scepter. "It's quite simple really, you need the 7 princess of heart to open the door to darkness. A very simple plan that can put to a stop just as easily." Scar circled around Loki, "For someone who apparently means no harm you seem to know allot of damning information." Loki smiled and turned to Scar, "A silver tongue is a bad habit of mine, but I was being sincere. None of you are in danger, unlike the princesses." The wine glass shattered as it hit the floor, spilling the rest of it's contents all over the chamber. Maleficent raiser her scepter and pointed it a Loki, "I'll make this a swift end if you tell me what you've done." "It's not what I've done. It's what I'll do if you don't lower your weapon." Maleficent reluctantly lowered her scepter and listened, "That's a good girl, now let me continue. Underneath your castle, in a cave concealed in the mountains sits a most powerful object, one capable of obliterating your castle off the map in a matter of seconds. If you don't listen to my instructions I'll destroy your castle and kill everyone inside. As you know it'll be years before more princesses of purest heart would be assembled again." Loki kept his unwavering grin as Maleficent slowly sat down in her thrown, trying to take in her present situation. Eventually her only option became clear. "What instructions?" If possible Loki's smile grew larger as he stood up, "You'll see, for now don't worry, just keep on doing what you're doing. When the time comes your part will be revealed. Until that time, you will not touch the princesses. Before any chance of moving them could present itself your castle would meet oblivion." With that Loki departed with a spell and left the Villains broken, but not beaten. "Brat, what'll we be doing now Maleficent?" Hook stated as the sorcerous rubbed her forehead. "We press forward as planned." Anymore discussion was immediately put to rest when the extremely wasted Oogie Boogie entered the room, "WHHHHAAAAAOOOOOOO, the sound of rollin' dice to me is music in the aiiiiiiir! 'Cause I'm a gamblin' Boogie Man although I don't play fair!" He put his arms around Hook and Ursula and started swaying. "It's much more fun, I must confess, when LIIIVVVESSS are on the line. Not mine of course, but yours ol' boys, now that'd be just fine." Ooogie proceeded to faceplant on the ground in a heap, completely out of it. Scar poked him to see if he was actually still alive, "Well, he's obviously in a much better frame of mind than the rest of us."
Oi guys, going to do some list updats and get my characters up to speed tonight. First a sheet for a new character of mine. Username: Droid Character of Choice: Sherlock Holmes Picture(optional): Spoiler Game/Anime/Etc. the Character is from: Sherlock Holmes Movie Incarnation Additional Info: Sherlock Holmes is the brillient and slightly psychotic world renowned master detective of 221B Baker Street. His arrival in the RP started soon after the desruction of London by the Reapers, the detective ending up in the strang new world many others had ben transported to.
