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More Vista is always a good thing! I like Clock too.
[X] Clockblocker: Jokester
More Vista is always a good thing! I like Clock too.
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[X] Clockblocker: Jokester
[X] Vista: Young, Cute, and Experienced
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I can just picture the type of hell that diamondhead,vista, and clockblocker could cause for a villain, diamondhead makes a barrier clockblocker freezes it and vista keeps them from escaping
[X] Vista: Young, Cute, and Experienced
I can just picture the type of hell that diamondhead,vista, and clockblocker could cause for a villain, diamondhead makes a barrier clockblocker freezes it and vista keeps them from escaping
[X] Clockblocker: Jokester
[X] Vista: Young, Cute, and Experienced
[X] Vista: Young, Cute, and Experienced
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I probably shouldn't have bothered with the last vote. It pretty much turned out just like I expected it would.
I also made a small error last chapter in saying that New Wave had three fliers. I wasn't sure if Shielder could fly. He can.
Now here we have the Tetris game of the year.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:00 AM.
Location: The Boardwalk
In less than a blink, Ben was replaced by the lepidopterran Stinkfly. His wings built up speed and his four branched eyes looked around independently as the former human acclimated to his insectoid body. Meanwhile Uber's voice could still be heard. "We'll be porting on tetris pieces for the next hour, so good luck gamers."
Once his DNA born instincts came to bear, he jumped up as hard as he could an kicked his wings in high gear. The gear turned out to be too high, making him climb into an uncontrolled tumble before reducing his thrust to a more controlled hovering. "All right, Stinkfly. No need to embarrass yourself yet." He turned his attention fully upon were he came from and spotted the first set of four foot-cubed sized blocks that would inevitably start falling down on the heavily populated area. They were bright yellow and formed the dreaded S shape of Tetris.
The blocks were drifting slowly towards the ground until a human shape crashed into the conglomerate and separated it into its constitute parts, which began hurtling towards the ground at normal speeds. Stinkfly picked up the pace and closed the distance in time to hit a block falling towards a dense group with a thick sticky slime fired from ducts in his eyes. The block was blasted to an empty patch of ground where it bubbled up but remained whole. Another group proved less fortunate when the block landed on them then showered the area in brightly colored sparks. Stinkfly's four eyes easily caught the moment of ensuing chaos as people put some distance between themselves and the bright sparks, shoving past one another without regard.
The ground bound and Protectorate heroes who were already at work trying to disperse the crowd redoubled their efforts to establish control. Two white and brightly colored fliers were forming blue and purple/indigo barriers between bystanders and the sparking blocks. The last flier, a beautiful older teen with blond hair covering one eye, no mask, a ruby hairband, and white spandex with a stylized red arrow trailing down her right side with the speckling of lines behind it denoting speed, took notice of him and closed the distance. She was Crystal Pelham, AKA Laserdream of New Wave. "Who are you?" she asked him with a defensive tone and stance. She grimaced suddenly and held her hand over her nose. "And what's that smell?"
She looked over his form, thinking that he could only be one of the monstrous capes seen world over. It had four eyes set upon snail-like stalks, a glowing hourglass set upon his face, four pointy legs, two clawed arms, and a giant spade shaped stinger at the end of its wasp shaped body. The cape was a bit bigger than her seven foot father. "I'm Stinkfly, a hero." She was a bit dubious about his hero claim, but she did catch him shooting away that block.
"Okay. Can you do anything else?" He felt inside himself and found a gas that was a concentrated form of his natural aroma, but he doubted its usefulness and shook his head.
His eye caught sight of a block set forming that gave off blue light and was shaped like a foot thick square. "I think we need to play the game, buy the others time to stop this."
"Are you serious?" she deadpanned at him. His upper right eye tracked the blue blocks drifting away from the play area and towards a storefront. With the flying heroin in his way, Stinkfly barrel rolled around her and made a bee line for the block, grabbing it in seconds then pulling it up and away. The heroin caught up just in time to hear the sound of it giving off warning beeps. Stinkfly released it on reflex, allowing it to continue falling again. His face somehow managed to covey concentration as the blocks settled vertically at the field's edge. "What was that about?" she asked him.
An eye saw another bright green T shaped block show up the pitch black night sky. Two other eyes caught sight of two other white fliers flying up to him. The oldest had purple/indigo gradient starbursts on her chest as well as her shoulders and a tiara keeping blond hair out of her eyes: Sarah Pelham, AKA Lady Photon. The male flier had blue dyed hair, a blue visor, and large shield designs that made his suit more blue than white. He was Eric Pelham, AKA Shielder. He was the first to speak. "Hey sis. Who's your new boyfriend?"
Stinkfly ignored the admonishments from his mother and tracked a female figure grabbing the blocks and began lifting them away. The alien nearly face-palmed, and would have had he not remembered that the Omnitrix was right there. It was unsurprising when the blocks exploded in a cloud of green gas. The three turned around at the sound just in time for the heroin in the cloud to fall out like a limp doll. They all moved to catch her, but Stinkfly stopped quickly when he realized that the heroin didn't need all of them. His upward facing eye caught two more sets appearing in the night sky. One was a violet line of blocks and the other was another yellow S. He moved to get them contained within the field and saw the green cloud fall towards the crowd. He produced the thickest mucus he could and shot the two shapes, using it as a slimy tether while he went to use his wings to blow away the smoke. He snorted the blocks into his grasp and set them in the play area.
Another hero approached him, this one wore what looked liked modernized centurion armor with a small shield surrounded by rings of lightning, a lightning spear, and shoes crackling with electricity. He was Dauntless, a rising star in Brocton Bay. Stinkfly grew tired of the interruptions, so he spared the other hero one eye while the other three watched the skies. "Are you Stinkfly?"
"Yes. Are you helping?" he snapped back at the man. Yes, Uber and Leet were considered the running joke of Brocton Bay, but it was really annoying that they were more interested in him over helping.
The man tilted his head slightly then shook his head. "We need to find Uber and Leet. You seem to have this under control. Aegis will assist you." His voice was clipped and robotic, as if reading from a script. Done speaking, he then flew off at approximately biker speeds. It was then that he noticed that most of the adult heroes were nowhere to be seen, leaving the underage Wards to handle evacuation. The people weren't making it easy for them, being far more interested in watching the insectoid in action than in avoiding anymore traps.
His eyes caught another pair of tetrominoes lighting up the night sky as well as yet another hero flying up at him at running speeds. This hero was wearing rust red spandex with silver trim, a matching helmet, and a silver shield emblem on his chest, marking him as the Wards' leader, Aegis. After getting delayed three times, Stinkfly didn't bother sticking around long enough for him to close the distance and instead went to grab the tetrominoes.
He used his six limbs to work them into flat positions then placed them within the 64 square foot field. Some tech inside the shapes seemed to forcibly align them with the lasers, which removed one concern. "How can I help?" asked Aegis who caught up during Stinkfly's momentary pause.
The Omnitrix hero considered the question as two more tetrominoes appeared, one of which was some distance away. He knew that he wasn't actually very good at the game, but he was fast enough to gather up stray blocks quickly. "I gather them up, you place them." He caught him nodding back and flew to gather his targets. Knowing that he didn't have to spend brain power on planing where to place the blocks, he managed to starting thinking about how Uber and Leet were pulling off their stunt. Uber said that they were 'porting' in the pieces, but that begged the question of why all of them weren't appearing over the play area. He watched the sky carefully and noticed a darkened shape moving briefly past an open patch of night sky. He used two eyes to track a predictive path of the object falling at the same speed as the tertrominoes. It took a few minutes and multiple sets before a tetromino with a shape only possible three dimensionally and glowing an angry red appeared when it reached the height where the others lit up. An idea hit him that the others missed in their haste to hunt down Uber and Leet. Humans simply weren't inclined towards looking up, not even the fliers. Lepidopterrans were a different story.
The tetrominoes were arriving at a faster pace as time passed. Even with Sheilder and Lady Photon having joined the control efforts while Laserdream carried her headstrong cousin off to see the family healer, it would only be a matter of time before they'd be overwhelmed without him. It would be even worse when the game goes past his time limit. He took one last set to Aegis and paused just long enough to say, "Cover for me," before shooting into the air at highway speeds.
He received all the confirmation of his theory that he needed when he nearly bumped into an unlit tetromino. Without the lights that colored them, they were effectively invisible against the cloudy and nearly moonless night. Stinkfly was willing to bet his left wing that Uber and Leet's transport was the same way. After a minute of following the trail of shapes up, he finally found what looked like a blimp. Upon spotting the openings that the Tetris pieces were falling from, he used his thickest slime to glue them over. He entered through the last one and began his hunt for the gaming duo.
It didn't take long to find them inside a space enclosed in aluminum and glass. He landed gently on an aluminum panel and considered his entrance. With a block toothed grin, he decided upon a classic. He brought to bear the most forgotten part of Stinkfly's power set and utilized the stinger that can easily cut steel to tear a gash into the aluminum. He couldn't keep the maniacal grin off his face at hearing the exclamations from inside the cockpit. Three attacks opened it enough to jam his head through. "Here's Stinkfly!"
"Holy shit!" The giant insect forced his self past the sheared metal like a demented butterfly coming from its cocoon, then crawled across the walls while keeping three eyes on them. He didn't go far before jamming his stinger back into the 1/2 inch aluminum and tearing gouges along his path. The rampant destruction managed to jar Leet out of his surprised stupor enough for him to point at the alien angrily. "Stop that! Do you know..."
Stinkfly leapt off the wall and landed in front of him forcefully. "I don't care. You've had your fun. Now stop it or I'll tear your ship apart."
The scrawny looking Tinker wearing a Tetris covered suit and mask looked ready to do something to combat the giant insect before his more muscular friend, who wore his Tetris outfit much better, pulled him back. "Alright...if you let us go."
Stinkfly considered the offer. He started by drawing up a few pros and cons before just going with his gut. "Fine, but I want to see you guys using your shows to harass the villains more. Don't endanger civilians. Having a bunch of booby traps falling on a crowd is a quick way to have one of us shut you down. Strike one." With that, he left the same way he came in and focused his attention on to ground. After a few seconds, the growing tower of blocks went dark which the hero nodded at. Everything was under control, so the only thing he had left to do was find a secluded spot to land. Not being seen wasn't an issue, though he had to limit his wings to minimum flapping. All in all, he managed to deal with a problem before his timer ran out. He'd just have to find his surrogate family next.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 11:00 AM.
Location: Clement's Residence
Apparently Ben's parental figures would be upset by him disappearing in the middle of a villain attack, even if it was Uber and Leet. He managed to mollify them by saying that his first instinct was to get some distance. Madison laughed a bit at his lie, but she quieted from a sharp glare from her parents and a quick ribbing about sticking around in a danger zone.
1/5 Roll=3 - Success
After waking up and having breakfast, he turned into Greymatter again to finish up the rest of the programming that his enhanced laptop would be able to handle and planned out his day. If he was to be honest, the events of yesterday stressed him out a lot, and he needed to relax. That meant taking advantage of the Omnitrix's recreational uses until it came time for Diamondhead's appearance later that day. There was one alien he doubted would see much use, and he would enjoy a chance to experience him in his element, but he had to get there first.
XLR8 was the obvious choice, but the day before gave him an idea to experiment with. Before changing, he unlocked his door and left a note saying that he left. Lastly, he plugged up his computer. "I hope this works."
1/5 Roll=4 - Success
Ben was quickly replaced by Upgrade, who dove into the computer and rode the power cable into the power lines. He zoomed throughout the city much faster than XLR8 could, at the cost of not being able to see where he was unless he stopped at a transformer. He found a spot well enough away from others and close enough to shore for what he wanted. Once alone, he jumped out of the power lines and decided to try changing to who he wanted while skipping his human form. "Here goes."
1/5 Roll=4 - Success
Upgrade shifted seamlessly into Ripjaws, who performed a twenty foot forward dive into the oceanic waters. His legs shifted into a mermaid-like tail that powered through the bay at exceptional speeds. It was time for him to have a little fun. The first thing on his mind was checking out the Protectorate headquarters, or more specifically, the giant energy shield surrounding the place. He knew from his research that it could take some serious punishment, but there was something special about checking it out first hand.
He mostly ignored how everything inside the barrier looked less grey than it should be and swam up to poke the part that was close to the water's surface. When it blocked him, he decided to go the full mile and bit into the shield as hard as he could, which happened to be hard enough to make it flicker a bit. That's when the alarms started blaring.
With a surge of panic not unlike a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Ripjaws turned tail and swam along the bay floor as quickly as he could. He sought out somewhere to hide along the shore and found a short pier that the hero remembered was in a section of the docks that the ABB hadn't laid any hard claim to. He could have hid in one of the many underwater wrecks, but he wanted to be close to shore so he could quickly reach dry land. The water under the pier was shallow enough to force him to sit so that his head would be barely peaking out of the water's surface. Once the faint alarms stopped and he settled in, he bust out laughing for a few seconds. "Okay. In hindsight...really stupid idea. I won't be doing anything like that anytime soon." His voice had a growling effect much like the original's voice.
"Hello."
'Fuck!' he thought.
"Is anyone there?" The voice was that of a teenage girl who seemed to be forcing a hard edge to her tone. Regardless, even he could tell that she was a bit nervous.
He realized that it would be very easy for him to keep still and quiet until she decided that it was just her imagination, but his curiosity was piqued and what was another few ounces next to a shit ton of stupid. "Hello."
He could hear her shock as she shuffled away from the pier. "Are...what are you doing under the pier?" Her voice had become guarded and worried.
Ripjaws chuckled at that. "Funny story. I was messing around, poked the hornet's nest, went to hide under a pier, then started talking with a strange girl." Silence... "Oh, sorry about the strange comment. You know, calling you strange?"
"I've had worse."
"Worse how?" Silence... "Well, I know when someone doesn't want me to pry. Do you have any questions for me?" The silence persisted. "No? Then may I ask why you came over here?"
Her response took a few seconds. "Why do you care?"
That was a question that he knew from experience that the answer could make or break the conversation, but try as he might, he could only answer simply. "Instinct."
"What do you mean by, instinct."
"I care because you seem like someone worth caring about. And anyways, isn't caring what heroes do."
"Yeah, but they don't waste their time with nobodies. I'm nothing special."
"Well, believe it or not, I'm enjoying myself. Point me."
She snorted a bit, making him smile. "Are you even a hero? You don't sound like one."
"What was that thing about covers and books?"
"I'll let you know that I've read lots of books, and have no problem saying that you can judge them by their cover."
"You're the expert." His thoughts cut off there, leading to another lasting silence. He eventually sighed. "I'm not very good at small talk."
She chuckled back at him. "Me either."
"Sit in a comfortable near silence until one of us has to leave then?"
"Near silence?"
"Yeah. I'd still like to know your name."
She hummed loudly in thought. "You first."
"It's Ripjaws."
"Isn't that a little villainous?"
"My face isn't family friendly." He thought over his next words carefully. He liked the girl and didn't want to scare her off, but he rationalized that he was unlikely to run into her again, and if he did, it would unlikely be as Ripjaws. He decided to say it. "Do you want to see?"
"Are you a mini-Leviathan?"
"Nope." Ripjaws was scary looking, but he wasn't like the thirty foot force of nature that was the Endbringer Leviathan. By the tone of her question, he assumed that she did want to see him and worked his way out from under the pier. In moments, the six-plus foot tall piscciss volann was looking down at a pale-faced five-and-a-half foot tall teenage girl. She was gawking at him with a wide mouth and larger than average eyes, making her look like a very expressive person. Even with the baggy clothes she wore, her rail thin frame was obvious to him. Her most striking feature was her long, dark, and curly hair.
Meanwhile, she was looking up at the massive fangs sticking up from his lower jaw, his muscular build, and the angler lure on his head. Her eyes trailed down to his four-fingered webbed hands an the sharp black claws. She stopped at the bright green belt he wore over a black scale loincloth that hung down to his feet. The belt's buckle was circular with a glowing green hourglass in the middle. When she looked back up, she found his lower jaw unhinged, revealing a gaping maw that he could fit her head in with room to spare. "Fuck!"
She backed away in shock, forgetting entirely about how small the pier was. She had just tried to step onto open air when Ripjaws grabbed her arm in time to save her from a cold bath. "Sorry about that. I thought it would be funny." She didn't have time to respond before the Omnitrix warned him of an imminent timeout. "Crap. Really sorry, but my time's up." He moved her to the middle of the pier then ran to the edge, jumping off with enough force to split the planks. His legs shifted into a tail-fin just as he dove into the water. What followed was a race to find another secluded spot to change back while not being too deep in troubled sections of the city. He was glad that the Omnitrix gave him a full minute of warning first.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 11:39 AM.
Location: Dock Workers Union Office
The tall teen made her way back to her father's workplace with a plethora of conflicting emotions clouding her mind. The last thing she expected to do while trying to get some fresh air was meet some random cape who was hiding from something. She imagined that he got into a fight with Lung and couldn't put him down faster than the villain could grow in power. She doubted anyone could beat the ABB leader that took on the whole Protectorate and won.
The conversation was were most of her conflicted feelings came from. It was the first time that she was able to feel good about herself in over a year, instead of like a bug scurrying away from even the slightest bit of attention. Someone, a cape even, decided to spend their free time talking to her. The good feeling was stifled by a pile of negative explanations, but those explanations didn't have the usual weight. Even his sudden departure was explained by that warning beep. She was a little miffed by that joke of his, but that didn't last when she remembered him looking like a kicked puppy rather than like a terrifying sea monster. He was genuinely upset at the possibly of upsetting her.
The part she was most upset over was that it was a one off quirk of chance, one that wouldn't have happened had she not decided to visit her dad while he was doing some unpaid work just so she could get out of the house. There was only two days before she had to be back at the hellhole that was Winslow, but it suddenly wasn't all doom and gloom. Her tormentors had been laying off; she even had the records to prove it. She returned to her father's office wishing that she took the chance to tell him her name.
And here's another chapter. I'm honestly not sure about how this one turned out. It didn't flow like the rest, which is why I edited this one.
I don't have a new question but I should share the results of the last vote. To no one's surprise, it's the space/time duo of Vista and Clockblocker.
I've also come up with a condition for unlocking master control. To do so, all 70 aliens must be unlocked. (Laughs villainously) PS: I can't in good conscious keep Overflow as an option. Yes, Overflow was Water Hazard's original concept, but that makes them the same alien in one way of thinking. Cephalopounder is back on the list.
The list can be found in Spacebattles and Sufficient Velocity. I will post it in FF and AO3 when it becomes relevant.
I also made a small error last chapter in saying that New Wave had three fliers. I wasn't sure if Shielder could fly. He can.
Now here we have the Tetris game of the year.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:00 AM.
Location: The Boardwalk
In less than a blink, Ben was replaced by the lepidopterran Stinkfly. His wings built up speed and his four branched eyes looked around independently as the former human acclimated to his insectoid body. Meanwhile Uber's voice could still be heard. "We'll be porting on tetris pieces for the next hour, so good luck gamers."
Once his DNA born instincts came to bear, he jumped up as hard as he could an kicked his wings in high gear. The gear turned out to be too high, making him climb into an uncontrolled tumble before reducing his thrust to a more controlled hovering. "All right, Stinkfly. No need to embarrass yourself yet." He turned his attention fully upon were he came from and spotted the first set of four foot-cubed sized blocks that would inevitably start falling down on the heavily populated area. They were bright yellow and formed the dreaded S shape of Tetris.
The blocks were drifting slowly towards the ground until a human shape crashed into the conglomerate and separated it into its constitute parts, which began hurtling towards the ground at normal speeds. Stinkfly picked up the pace and closed the distance in time to hit a block falling towards a dense group with a thick sticky slime fired from ducts in his eyes. The block was blasted to an empty patch of ground where it bubbled up but remained whole. Another group proved less fortunate when the block landed on them then showered the area in brightly colored sparks. Stinkfly's four eyes easily caught the moment of ensuing chaos as people put some distance between themselves and the bright sparks, shoving past one another without regard.
The ground bound and Protectorate heroes who were already at work trying to disperse the crowd redoubled their efforts to establish control. Two white and brightly colored fliers were forming blue and purple/indigo barriers between bystanders and the sparking blocks. The last flier, a beautiful older teen with blond hair covering one eye, no mask, a ruby hairband, and white spandex with a stylized red arrow trailing down her right side with the speckling of lines behind it denoting speed, took notice of him and closed the distance. She was Crystal Pelham, AKA Laserdream of New Wave. "Who are you?" she asked him with a defensive tone and stance. She grimaced suddenly and held her hand over her nose. "And what's that smell?"
She looked over his form, thinking that he could only be one of the monstrous capes seen world over. It had four eyes set upon snail-like stalks, a glowing hourglass set upon his face, four pointy legs, two clawed arms, and a giant spade shaped stinger at the end of its wasp shaped body. The cape was a bit bigger than her seven foot father. "I'm Stinkfly, a hero." She was a bit dubious about his hero claim, but she did catch him shooting away that block.
"Okay. Can you do anything else?" He felt inside himself and found a gas that was a concentrated form of his natural aroma, but he doubted its usefulness and shook his head.
His eye caught sight of a block set forming that gave off blue light and was shaped like a foot thick square. "I think we need to play the game, buy the others time to stop this."
"Are you serious?" she deadpanned at him. His upper right eye tracked the blue blocks drifting away from the play area and towards a storefront. With the flying heroin in his way, Stinkfly barrel rolled around her and made a bee line for the block, grabbing it in seconds then pulling it up and away. The heroin caught up just in time to hear the sound of it giving off warning beeps. Stinkfly released it on reflex, allowing it to continue falling again. His face somehow managed to covey concentration as the blocks settled vertically at the field's edge. "What was that about?" she asked him.
An eye saw another bright green T shaped block show up the pitch black night sky. Two other eyes caught sight of two other white fliers flying up to him. The oldest had purple/indigo gradient starbursts on her chest as well as her shoulders and a tiara keeping blond hair out of her eyes: Sarah Pelham, AKA Lady Photon. The male flier had blue dyed hair, a blue visor, and large shield designs that made his suit more blue than white. He was Eric Pelham, AKA Shielder. He was the first to speak. "Hey sis. Who's your new boyfriend?"
Stinkfly ignored the admonishments from his mother and tracked a female figure grabbing the blocks and began lifting them away. The alien nearly face-palmed, and would have had he not remembered that the Omnitrix was right there. It was unsurprising when the blocks exploded in a cloud of green gas. The three turned around at the sound just in time for the heroin in the cloud to fall out like a limp doll. They all moved to catch her, but Stinkfly stopped quickly when he realized that the heroin didn't need all of them. His upward facing eye caught two more sets appearing in the night sky. One was a violet line of blocks and the other was another yellow S. He moved to get them contained within the field and saw the green cloud fall towards the crowd. He produced the thickest mucus he could and shot the two shapes, using it as a slimy tether while he went to use his wings to blow away the smoke. He snorted the blocks into his grasp and set them in the play area.
Another hero approached him, this one wore what looked liked modernized centurion armor with a small shield surrounded by rings of lightning, a lightning spear, and shoes crackling with electricity. He was Dauntless, a rising star in Brocton Bay. Stinkfly grew tired of the interruptions, so he spared the other hero one eye while the other three watched the skies. "Are you Stinkfly?"
"Yes. Are you helping?" he snapped back at the man. Yes, Uber and Leet were considered the running joke of Brocton Bay, but it was really annoying that they were more interested in him over helping.
The man tilted his head slightly then shook his head. "We need to find Uber and Leet. You seem to have this under control. Aegis will assist you." His voice was clipped and robotic, as if reading from a script. Done speaking, he then flew off at approximately biker speeds. It was then that he noticed that most of the adult heroes were nowhere to be seen, leaving the underage Wards to handle evacuation. The people weren't making it easy for them, being far more interested in watching the insectoid in action than in avoiding anymore traps.
His eyes caught another pair of tetrominoes lighting up the night sky as well as yet another hero flying up at him at running speeds. This hero was wearing rust red spandex with silver trim, a matching helmet, and a silver shield emblem on his chest, marking him as the Wards' leader, Aegis. After getting delayed three times, Stinkfly didn't bother sticking around long enough for him to close the distance and instead went to grab the tetrominoes.
He used his six limbs to work them into flat positions then placed them within the 64 square foot field. Some tech inside the shapes seemed to forcibly align them with the lasers, which removed one concern. "How can I help?" asked Aegis who caught up during Stinkfly's momentary pause.
The Omnitrix hero considered the question as two more tetrominoes appeared, one of which was some distance away. He knew that he wasn't actually very good at the game, but he was fast enough to gather up stray blocks quickly. "I gather them up, you place them." He caught him nodding back and flew to gather his targets. Knowing that he didn't have to spend brain power on planing where to place the blocks, he managed to starting thinking about how Uber and Leet were pulling off their stunt. Uber said that they were 'porting' in the pieces, but that begged the question of why all of them weren't appearing over the play area. He watched the sky carefully and noticed a darkened shape moving briefly past an open patch of night sky. He used two eyes to track a predictive path of the object falling at the same speed as the tertrominoes. It took a few minutes and multiple sets before a tetromino with a shape only possible three dimensionally and glowing an angry red appeared when it reached the height where the others lit up. An idea hit him that the others missed in their haste to hunt down Uber and Leet. Humans simply weren't inclined towards looking up, not even the fliers. Lepidopterrans were a different story.
The tetrominoes were arriving at a faster pace as time passed. Even with Sheilder and Lady Photon having joined the control efforts while Laserdream carried her headstrong cousin off to see the family healer, it would only be a matter of time before they'd be overwhelmed without him. It would be even worse when the game goes past his time limit. He took one last set to Aegis and paused just long enough to say, "Cover for me," before shooting into the air at highway speeds.
He received all the confirmation of his theory that he needed when he nearly bumped into an unlit tetromino. Without the lights that colored them, they were effectively invisible against the cloudy and nearly moonless night. Stinkfly was willing to bet his left wing that Uber and Leet's transport was the same way. After a minute of following the trail of shapes up, he finally found what looked like a blimp. Upon spotting the openings that the Tetris pieces were falling from, he used his thickest slime to glue them over. He entered through the last one and began his hunt for the gaming duo.
It didn't take long to find them inside a space enclosed in aluminum and glass. He landed gently on an aluminum panel and considered his entrance. With a block toothed grin, he decided upon a classic. He brought to bear the most forgotten part of Stinkfly's power set and utilized the stinger that can easily cut steel to tear a gash into the aluminum. He couldn't keep the maniacal grin off his face at hearing the exclamations from inside the cockpit. Three attacks opened it enough to jam his head through. "Here's Stinkfly!"
"Holy shit!" The giant insect forced his self past the sheared metal like a demented butterfly coming from its cocoon, then crawled across the walls while keeping three eyes on them. He didn't go far before jamming his stinger back into the 1/2 inch aluminum and tearing gouges along his path. The rampant destruction managed to jar Leet out of his surprised stupor enough for him to point at the alien angrily. "Stop that! Do you know..."
Stinkfly leapt off the wall and landed in front of him forcefully. "I don't care. You've had your fun. Now stop it or I'll tear your ship apart."
The scrawny looking Tinker wearing a Tetris covered suit and mask looked ready to do something to combat the giant insect before his more muscular friend, who wore his Tetris outfit much better, pulled him back. "Alright...if you let us go."
Stinkfly considered the offer. He started by drawing up a few pros and cons before just going with his gut. "Fine, but I want to see you guys using your shows to harass the villains more. Don't endanger civilians. Having a bunch of booby traps falling on a crowd is a quick way to have one of us shut you down. Strike one." With that, he left the same way he came in and focused his attention on to ground. After a few seconds, the growing tower of blocks went dark which the hero nodded at. Everything was under control, so the only thing he had left to do was find a secluded spot to land. Not being seen wasn't an issue, though he had to limit his wings to minimum flapping. All in all, he managed to deal with a problem before his timer ran out. He'd just have to find his surrogate family next.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 11:00 AM.
Location: Clement's Residence
Apparently Ben's parental figures would be upset by him disappearing in the middle of a villain attack, even if it was Uber and Leet. He managed to mollify them by saying that his first instinct was to get some distance. Madison laughed a bit at his lie, but she quieted from a sharp glare from her parents and a quick ribbing about sticking around in a danger zone.
1/5 Roll=3 - Success
After waking up and having breakfast, he turned into Greymatter again to finish up the rest of the programming that his enhanced laptop would be able to handle and planned out his day. If he was to be honest, the events of yesterday stressed him out a lot, and he needed to relax. That meant taking advantage of the Omnitrix's recreational uses until it came time for Diamondhead's appearance later that day. There was one alien he doubted would see much use, and he would enjoy a chance to experience him in his element, but he had to get there first.
XLR8 was the obvious choice, but the day before gave him an idea to experiment with. Before changing, he unlocked his door and left a note saying that he left. Lastly, he plugged up his computer. "I hope this works."
1/5 Roll=4 - Success
Ben was quickly replaced by Upgrade, who dove into the computer and rode the power cable into the power lines. He zoomed throughout the city much faster than XLR8 could, at the cost of not being able to see where he was unless he stopped at a transformer. He found a spot well enough away from others and close enough to shore for what he wanted. Once alone, he jumped out of the power lines and decided to try changing to who he wanted while skipping his human form. "Here goes."
1/5 Roll=4 - Success
Upgrade shifted seamlessly into Ripjaws, who performed a twenty foot forward dive into the oceanic waters. His legs shifted into a mermaid-like tail that powered through the bay at exceptional speeds. It was time for him to have a little fun. The first thing on his mind was checking out the Protectorate headquarters, or more specifically, the giant energy shield surrounding the place. He knew from his research that it could take some serious punishment, but there was something special about checking it out first hand.
He mostly ignored how everything inside the barrier looked less grey than it should be and swam up to poke the part that was close to the water's surface. When it blocked him, he decided to go the full mile and bit into the shield as hard as he could, which happened to be hard enough to make it flicker a bit. That's when the alarms started blaring.
With a surge of panic not unlike a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Ripjaws turned tail and swam along the bay floor as quickly as he could. He sought out somewhere to hide along the shore and found a short pier that the hero remembered was in a section of the docks that the ABB hadn't laid any hard claim to. He could have hid in one of the many underwater wrecks, but he wanted to be close to shore so he could quickly reach dry land. The water under the pier was shallow enough to force him to sit so that his head would be barely peaking out of the water's surface. Once the faint alarms stopped and he settled in, he bust out laughing for a few seconds. "Okay. In hindsight...really stupid idea. I won't be doing anything like that anytime soon." His voice had a growling effect much like the original's voice.
"Hello."
'Fuck!' he thought.
"Is anyone there?" The voice was that of a teenage girl who seemed to be forcing a hard edge to her tone. Regardless, even he could tell that she was a bit nervous.
He realized that it would be very easy for him to keep still and quiet until she decided that it was just her imagination, but his curiosity was piqued and what was another few ounces next to a shit ton of stupid. "Hello."
He could hear her shock as she shuffled away from the pier. "Are...what are you doing under the pier?" Her voice had become guarded and worried.
Ripjaws chuckled at that. "Funny story. I was messing around, poked the hornet's nest, went to hide under a pier, then started talking with a strange girl." Silence... "Oh, sorry about the strange comment. You know, calling you strange?"
"I've had worse."
"Worse how?" Silence... "Well, I know when someone doesn't want me to pry. Do you have any questions for me?" The silence persisted. "No? Then may I ask why you came over here?"
Her response took a few seconds. "Why do you care?"
That was a question that he knew from experience that the answer could make or break the conversation, but try as he might, he could only answer simply. "Instinct."
"What do you mean by, instinct."
"I care because you seem like someone worth caring about. And anyways, isn't caring what heroes do."
"Yeah, but they don't waste their time with nobodies. I'm nothing special."
"Well, believe it or not, I'm enjoying myself. Point me."
She snorted a bit, making him smile. "Are you even a hero? You don't sound like one."
"What was that thing about covers and books?"
"I'll let you know that I've read lots of books, and have no problem saying that you can judge them by their cover."
"You're the expert." His thoughts cut off there, leading to another lasting silence. He eventually sighed. "I'm not very good at small talk."
She chuckled back at him. "Me either."
"Sit in a comfortable near silence until one of us has to leave then?"
"Near silence?"
"Yeah. I'd still like to know your name."
She hummed loudly in thought. "You first."
"It's Ripjaws."
"Isn't that a little villainous?"
"My face isn't family friendly." He thought over his next words carefully. He liked the girl and didn't want to scare her off, but he rationalized that he was unlikely to run into her again, and if he did, it would unlikely be as Ripjaws. He decided to say it. "Do you want to see?"
"Are you a mini-Leviathan?"
"Nope." Ripjaws was scary looking, but he wasn't like the thirty foot force of nature that was the Endbringer Leviathan. By the tone of her question, he assumed that she did want to see him and worked his way out from under the pier. In moments, the six-plus foot tall piscciss volann was looking down at a pale-faced five-and-a-half foot tall teenage girl. She was gawking at him with a wide mouth and larger than average eyes, making her look like a very expressive person. Even with the baggy clothes she wore, her rail thin frame was obvious to him. Her most striking feature was her long, dark, and curly hair.
Meanwhile, she was looking up at the massive fangs sticking up from his lower jaw, his muscular build, and the angler lure on his head. Her eyes trailed down to his four-fingered webbed hands an the sharp black claws. She stopped at the bright green belt he wore over a black scale loincloth that hung down to his feet. The belt's buckle was circular with a glowing green hourglass in the middle. When she looked back up, she found his lower jaw unhinged, revealing a gaping maw that he could fit her head in with room to spare. "Fuck!"
She backed away in shock, forgetting entirely about how small the pier was. She had just tried to step onto open air when Ripjaws grabbed her arm in time to save her from a cold bath. "Sorry about that. I thought it would be funny." She didn't have time to respond before the Omnitrix warned him of an imminent timeout. "Crap. Really sorry, but my time's up." He moved her to the middle of the pier then ran to the edge, jumping off with enough force to split the planks. His legs shifted into a tail-fin just as he dove into the water. What followed was a race to find another secluded spot to change back while not being too deep in troubled sections of the city. He was glad that the Omnitrix gave him a full minute of warning first.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 11:39 AM.
Location: Dock Workers Union Office
The tall teen made her way back to her father's workplace with a plethora of conflicting emotions clouding her mind. The last thing she expected to do while trying to get some fresh air was meet some random cape who was hiding from something. She imagined that he got into a fight with Lung and couldn't put him down faster than the villain could grow in power. She doubted anyone could beat the ABB leader that took on the whole Protectorate and won.
The conversation was were most of her conflicted feelings came from. It was the first time that she was able to feel good about herself in over a year, instead of like a bug scurrying away from even the slightest bit of attention. Someone, a cape even, decided to spend their free time talking to her. The good feeling was stifled by a pile of negative explanations, but those explanations didn't have the usual weight. Even his sudden departure was explained by that warning beep. She was a little miffed by that joke of his, but that didn't last when she remembered him looking like a kicked puppy rather than like a terrifying sea monster. He was genuinely upset at the possibly of upsetting her.
The part she was most upset over was that it was a one off quirk of chance, one that wouldn't have happened had she not decided to visit her dad while he was doing some unpaid work just so she could get out of the house. There was only two days before she had to be back at the hellhole that was Winslow, but it suddenly wasn't all doom and gloom. Her tormentors had been laying off; she even had the records to prove it. She returned to her father's office wishing that she took the chance to tell him her name.
And here's another chapter. I'm honestly not sure about how this one turned out. It didn't flow like the rest, which is why I edited this one.
I don't have a new question but I should share the results of the last vote. To no one's surprise, it's the space/time duo of Vista and Clockblocker.
I've also come up with a condition for unlocking master control. To do so, all 70 aliens must be unlocked. (Laughs villainously) PS: I can't in good conscious keep Overflow as an option. Yes, Overflow was Water Hazard's original concept, but that makes them the same alien in one way of thinking. Cephalopounder is back on the list.
The list can be found in Spacebattles and Sufficient Velocity. I will post it in FF and AO3 when it becomes relevant.
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Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
*Switches vote to 1/2*
1-6 Genesis
- Location
- Louisiana
I saw some concern over how master control is locked out, but I really don't want a 'hey, I'll unlock master control...oh pooh, I can't,' scene. Let's not get hung up on this. (Seriously. It's how my muse was killed the last time.)
I should still go with my original idea of the MC being cautious at first before discovering a temporary weakness in Greymatter. I'll explain this weakness when it fits the flow of the scene.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:03 PM.
Location: The Boardwalk
It had been twelve hours since the Tetris incident, more than enough time for the mess to be mostly cleaned up. Stinkfly's slime was proving to be really resilient. The PRT scientists that were trying to figure the stuff out actually compared it to containment foam. It wasn't quite as strong nor was it very porous, but it was heat resistant, repelled every solvent they could carry with them, and was very pliable. At the rate things were going, they'd have to scrape some pavement off just to get rid of it.
Of course, if it was just that, they wouldn't need any capes on the scene. Apparently an anonymous tip that claimed to be connected to the giant bug cape said that another member was planing a public appearance. That would typically be something that either Armsmaster or Miss Militia would handle directly, but some idiot decided to attack The Rig not even an hour ago. That meant that all of the Protectorate capes had to be on hand in case of an emergency, and it would remain that way for some time. That left Director Piggot with no choice but to send some Wards in to meet the mystery cape. Aegis was indisposed thanks to his parents' policy on national holidays. Gallant, the shining knight in armor that he was, was busy visiting Vicky after her error of judgment last night. Shadow Stalker was a horrible choice for a hopefully peaceful encounter, and Kid Win was on the console.
That was why Vista was stuck with the second worse option for a serious conversation between capes. Their mission was two fold: to establish contact with the expected cape and if possible, convince him or her to come to the PRT for power testing and registration. If possible, they were to gather what info they could about his other teammates. She liked Clockblocker enough, but she seriously doubted his ability to not crack a joke at a bad moment.
"Do you think he'll be your best friend?" She glanced at the time hero, who was wearing a skintight suit that covered every inch of him, with glossy white armor covering as much as possible without inhibiting his movement. On the plates covering his chest and shoulders were digital clock displays showing different times. "I'll bet he's every girls best friend."
Vista rubbed her forehead, not feeling like what he said was worth a full facepalm. "On a scale of one to 'gah, my eyes' how shiny do you think he'll be?"
"Ugh, can you please be serious about this. I don't want to screw this up." And she didn't. Through the culmination of multiple instances of chance, she got the opportunity to do a moderately high priority mission. She doubted that the effect would last long as she'd like, but it should let her be seen as more than a twelve-year-old for a while.
"Relax. I bet that he'll love my rocken sense of humor." It was difficult to do through her large green visor, but Vista gave him the most baleful glare she was capable of. She felt a small spark of satisfaction when he raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay. I'm just messing with you a little." He lowered his hands and squared his shoulders. "I'm serious about you relaxing though. We don't know anything about this guy. For all we know, the child soldier act could be worse than my jokes. How about we put a lid on both of them until we get to know him."
A flash of indignation flared up that she kept under control at the risk of looking petulant. As far as she saw it, being a child soldier was pretty close to the truth. Nearly getting impaled by a stray blow from Hookwolf had a way of making facts like that sink in. If not for her chest armor, she would have been impaled. Unfortunately, she had to concede his point. Clockblocker had a way of being infuriatingly smart sometimes.
They let the silence last for a while. It wasn't necessary, but what they were doing felt a lot like a stakeout. They were even perched on a building that had the least obstructed view of the Boardwalk. From there, a few liberal applications of Vista's space warping power let them keep an eye out for anything weird. She hoped that he would show before an older team became available. Successfully holding down the fort just didn't have the same weight behind it.
Vista jolted in surprise when her ear communicator beeped in response to contact from the console. Clockblocker was a bit quicker on the draw. "What's in, Kid Win?"
1/5 Roll=3 Success
"We've got a new parahuman sighting in the downtown apartments area. He's a Case 53."
The two shared a glance at the news. They, and just about everyone else had been expecting him to show up at the Boardwalk. "Is it Balboa?" That sparked a moment of confusion for Vista, and judging by the quiet mumbling on the other end of the line, Kid Win also missed it. "Seriously. You guys don't recognize Rocky Balboa, the Rocky movies."
"You're referencing an Earth Aelph movie!" They had a cape to track down who was already miles away.
"What?! The third movie hit theaters a week after Scion showed up. We're having movie night the first chance we get."
Vista's power pinched and squeezed at the space between them, forming a raised platform that gave her the perfect position to smack him upside the head. "Clockblocker, focus." She didn't wait for him before reaching out with her power. To her, the maze of concrete and steel was puddy in her hands, clay to be remolded however she pleased. She 'grabbed' the edge of a distant building's roof and pulled. With a single step, she cleared two-hundred feet. After double checking if Clockblocker was following her, she began running as the time hero kept pace with her. She pushed her power hard, eating up distance faster than any car could while running at five mph.
"F...crap!" His voice was distorted by the warped space between them.
She ignored his ridiculous self-censoring for the importance behind his exclamation. "What's up?"
"We forgot that the E88 control parts of that area. We might not be the first there."
Clockblocker had the right idea. 'Fuck.'
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:10 PM.
Location: Downtown Apartments
Ben had originally planned on doing Diamonhead's public appearance in the Boardwalk or around a mall: pretty much anywhere where there would be plenty of people to see him. The desperate attempt to swim away from anywhere someone could see Ripjaws turn into Ben without resorting to a lifeform-lock had carried him to the abandoned Southern Ferry Station. From there, he used his memories of XLR8's city exploration to guide himself to the apartments.
Once the time reached 12:00 on the Omnitrix, he changed into Diamondhead and immediately triggered the lifeform lock. The timing was important because a stray thought from Greymatter hypothesized that the excessively long recharge period he had to deal with after the first time was derived from how long he was locked. It was a two hour lock followed by a four hour recharge. He had planned to lock in Diamondhead since Greymatter came up with the idea, so it was a simple matter to choose a memorable timeframe then do the math.
It would be great if he could access the master controls, but neither he nor Greymatter had any idea how to do that. In fact, Greymatter didn't know how to do anything until he opened up that laptop. Even when he was last in his galvan form, Ben's knowledge didn't expand beyond optimizing computers and computer programing. Ken must have had access to his Omnitrix's specs in some way to be able to unlock it the way he did. Ben would have to expand Greymatter's knowledge base the old-fashioned way, unless he got his hands on some Tinker tech.
Still, Diamondhead had other things to worry about, like trying to present a positive image when nobody was willing to get too close to him. He certainly had everyone's attention though. That was half the reason he chose Diamondhead for this, with the other half being that Diamondhead was the most heroic looking alien at his disposal in his opinion. He expected human curiosity to take over from there, but hindsight realized that people would be hyper cautious of any new cape, regardless of how heroic they looked. He was hoping that anyone would work up the courage to approach. That's of course when he got his wish.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:11 PM.
Location: Downtown Apartments
The young heroes ran full tilt towards the edge of what was considered to be the outer limits of an acceptable Wards patrol route, all while Vista helped keep them on the rooftops. Lucky for them, they weren't technically on patrol. As a firm believer in Brockton Bay's particular sense of karma, Clockblocker was certain that their tiny bit of luck was about to sink its teeth into both their asses. He glanced at his teammate. She was wearing her forest green chestplate, which amused him in how it emphasized something she didn't have, along with her skirt patterned with wavy green lines at various stages of tinting that did little to properly represent how completely the pre-teen made physics her bitch.
Everyone on the team, with one broody exemption, believed that she had the potential to be one of the world's greats. It was the reasoning behind a collective decision the guys made to keep her safe. He saw it for what it was: justification for treating her like a regular twelve-year-old, but Clockblocker felt that she could stand to act a little closer to her age. If and when shit hit the fan, he was ready to stand right in the way. That time may have come sooner than he'd like. His fingers instantly went to his ear. "The Menace to Winston, we've found Sparkles, plus uninvited party guests."
He could practically hear Kid Win shaking his head to fight off the smile. "What's the guest list looking like."
Clockblocker smiled behind his helmet. "We've got Jiminy Cricket and Ass-le-bastard." Pride welled up when the two failed to contain their mirth. He'd been saving that Alabaster nickname for ages.
Vista visibly forced herself to stop laughing and refocus. "We need to help them."
"Pigott will have all our heads if you two jump into a cape fight, especially one involving an unknown cape. You know that she'll want you to observe first."
Clockblocker was already on that. Alabaster was just as white as his namesake. White suit, flawless white skin, and white hair creapy white eyes, with the only other color being his black handguns. Cricket opted for special forces styled comfort wear with a blond buzzcut and a metal cage over her face, the bars spaced so that it was impossible make anything out through them. Just about every bit of her exposed skin had scars of one type or another.
Diamondhead...he lived up to his name. He also had diamond arms, diamond feet, a diamond crest that extended back from the top of his diamond head, and two giant diamond spikes sticking up and out from his shoulder blades. His torso and legs were covered in a skintight sleeveless black top and white leggings, both having a green line down the middle and sides respectively. Last but not least, the glowing green hourglass was displayed right in the middle of his chest. The image Clockblocker got was of a Brute that could take anything the two villains could dish out. "Let's wait it out and see what happens. We'll jump in if we need to. You see if you can get the sound working while I lament our lack of popcorn."
Vista shook her head then squeezed together a few thumbprint sized sections of space between the group and their five story rooftop. Cricket instantly went on guard before relaxing a second later. Alabaster tilted his head towards her strangely while her fingers went through some movements. Clockblocker thought they needed to work better on their body language. Still, it looked like Diamondhead missed the play-by-play. "Perhaps I should cut to the chase. All will be forgiven if you come with us to meet with Kaiser." Alabaster's voice was level and smooth, but kind of bland.
"And why would I do that?" Diamondhead's voice was not gravely like one would expect. It was smooth and strong, like the kind but firm commanding officer that everyone likes. It was the kind of voice people would instinctively listen to.
"We of the Empire are working to bring true prosperity to Brocton Bay. The only way we can achieve this is by cutting away the filth that pollute these streets. After judging your merits, I've deci..."
"Bwa ha ha ha!" Diamondhead bent over laughing. "You can't be serious?! Why would I join you? Why would you consider me? I don't exactly fit your target demographic."
"A new truth can easily be written. Who would say otherwise?"
"So that's your pitch? Nice deal, but no deal. I've already got a team of people that come in every size, shape, and color. Why would I do something stupid like restrict myself."
"You'd chose to associate with inferiors."
"Hah, the only inferiors I've seen today include an idiot who's too foolish to see the nonsense coming out of his mouth for what it is and a woman who clearly can't handle herself in a fight." Clockblocker winced at that. There was no way there wouldn't be a fight.
Sure enough, Cricket charged the stone cape with her small sickles drawn. Diamondhead simply stood there and took the heavy kick to his chest followed by a furious onslaught of slashes that he blocked mostly with his arms. Even so, he wore through it an expression that gave the impression of someone at the emotional stage between concentration and boredom. Cricket continued pushing him back slowly before stopping just long enough to prepare a powerful blow to his left cheek. There was an audible crack as she backed away, her stance and movements looking noticeably smug.
Diamondhead scratched at his cheek a bit then looked at the scared cape more attentively. "You're sonokinetic...hmmm. Ah, that's how you see through your mask: echolocation. I'll bet it's how you induce vertigo too." The two Wards gave the other surprised looks. That was info on Cricket they didn't have. "That attack cost you energy, time, and secrets." He paused just as a faint sound like dozens of tiny crystal wind chimes filed the air. "It cost me nothing."
There was a gurgling rasping sound that could have been Cricket screaming through her scared throat as she charged him again. Alabaster also joined with his pistols firing as fast as they could. Diamondhead ignored the latter and put his hands in the path of Cricket's sickles. He managed to grab one, but the other slipped his grasp. That's when Alabaster body checked him, throwing them both to the ground. In the tumble, Diamondhead crushed the weapon in his hand and wrapped an arm around Alabaster's body. The white cape may have been able to restore his body after every four seconds or so, but that didn't help when a Brute had you in their grasp with no intention on letting go.
With on foe immobilized, the hero focused on Cricket, who was in a defensive stance, then back on the incensed Alabaster, then developed a giant toothed grin visible at a distance that could only be called unadulterated evil. It was the kind of smile that demanded fearful silence.
Diamondhead repositioned Alabaster until he had one hand wrapped around his feet. He gave the racist a light swing, and Clockblocker's jaw dropped. "No way."
"Tell me he's not."
"I don't know if that's terrifying or hilarious."
Apparently the Nazi figured it out too, because he began screaming obscenities as if he were actively trying to put them out of style. Cricket looked like she had no idea what to do...after all, its not everyday that someone actually plans to use one of your allies as a weapon. Diamondhead was just about to take the decision out of her hands when a bright light began to shined down from above. Everyone looked up and with the exception of Diamondhead, flinched at the blinding light descending down on them. It was with a sinking sensation of dread that Clockblocker realized that Purity had arrived.
Purity was a whopping eight on the Blaster scale, with enough power to level entire city blocks if she wanted to. She just happened to be one of the city's fastest fliers on top of that. Worst of all, she was E88. When she landed, Diamondhead slung Alabaster over his shoulder haphazardly and smiled. "Okay. This just got interesting."
The light around Purity dimmed until they could just make out her outline. Her hair and eyes shone with the same blinding light, ensuring that making out her face would be impossible. A much softer rippling glow radiated from the fabric of her plain white costume. She looked shorter than the average woman, but her power and presence could not be underestimated. "Put him down."
"No." Clearly, Diamondhead didn't share that mindset. He was taking her more seriously than the other two, but he still gave off the feeling that she wasn't considered to be a threat.
Clockblocker wished that the tension was as tangible as it felt. At least in that case, he could reach out and freeze it in time. "I'm afraid I can't let you keep him."
The tension continued to ramp up until Diamondhead suddenly sighed. "You know, there's something about you that I'm having a hard time disliking, something familiar, so I'll give you this info for free. You. Can't. Beat. Me. I'm taking this in, and you can't stop me."
"F...fricken A. He's trying to bluff Purity." Clockblocker whispered.
"You don't know what I'm capable of."
Diamondhead chuckled with a shake of his head. "Your powers are public knowledge. You don't know what I'm capable of."
"What are you fu..." A flick of Diamondhead's arm slammed Alabaster's head onto the pavement.
Four seconds later, his body flickered back into pristine condition. "Quiet. The adults are talking."
"Kaiser will hunt..." His head hit the ground with a cringe inducing crack.
Diamondhead turned his attention back on Purity and tilted his head in blatant curiosity. "You should really wear a mask. I'm not good with faces, but I swear you look familiar." Purity's light grew brighter, but Diamondhead ignored her and Alabaster in favor of his thoughts. "I remember. You're that woman that first saw Ghostfreak. How's the baby?"
A bolt of hard light smacked him in the forehead, snapping his head back then ricocheting up into the corner of the building that the two Wards were looking down from. The two ducked out of sight, but Vista was still able to maintain the bits of warped space that allowed them to eavesdrop. "Okay, don't poke the overprotective motherbear."
"That...was a warning shot. Stay away from her!"
"I am a hero mam, and I consider children innocent of their parents' crimes. My only concern is if you raise her to repeat your mistakes."
There was a moment of silence, during which Clockblocker could feel his heart hammering in his chest. That conversation really towed the line of what was considered acceptable cape conduct. Just telling a cape that you know who they are could have serious consequences. Actually taking advantage of it...Clockblocker would never want to be in the shoes of someone either stupid or crazy enough to break The Unwritten Rules. Rumor had it that the E88 flunky that killed Fleur days after New Wave went public with their identies was personally crucified by Kaiser. Diamondhead had to be really confident in being able to take Purity on.
"My daughter will make her own mistakes."
There was another pause, during which Vista decided it was safe enough to start looking again. He followed after the pre-teen, ready to save her at a moments notice. "Interesting." The group of capes came into view just in time for him to see Diamondhead tossing Alabaster haphazardly towards the other E88 members. "You can have him back. He'll make a great training dummy for the others."
His body flickered again, restoring both his body and clothes. "Fuck you! When Kaiser hears about this, he will make you pay."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll rue the day blah blah blah. I'm going to leave now." And leave he did. No one stopped him.
Purity was next to leave, but slowed her departure when she took notice of the Wards that had just watched over the entire exchange. Clockblocker considered it good luck that they weren't blasted on principal. "Crap, that was nerve wracking. His head must not be the only thing that's diamond." Space warped so that the eight inch shorter and four foot away Vista could smack the back of his head. He chuckled a bit at that. "Come on. Let's get to him before any more villains show up."
The comunicater in his ear buzzed. "You know that Director Piggot will want a full report on what you saw by tonight."
"Don't worry. I know how to do Professor Piggy's homework."
Vista shook her head, and he imagined Kid Win doing the same. "Make sure that I'm nowhere near you when she catches you saying that."
"Ditto. I can turn an inch into a mile, and it still wouldn't be far enough."
"Someone save me. They're ganging up on me. I need a hero. You guys think Diamondhead is up for the job?"
"Why don't you two go find out. Kid Win out."
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:23 PM.
Location: Downtown Apartments
That had been an exciting yet stressful encounter. Cricket and Alabaster were one thing, but Purity was completely unexpected. From what he knew of her powers, Diamondhead had a clear advantage, but the collateral damage would have been substantial. He would need his full arsenal of skills to handle her. Fortunately, his instincts were right again.
A perversion of three dimensional law suddenly stretched out and deposited two Wards right in front of him. Vista, who could warp and twist space and Clockblocker who had the power to quantum lock anything he touched for a random time between thirty seconds to ten minutes. Ben laughed when he found the video of him loudly announcing his name during his introduction ceremony. He probably would have gotten the name Freezetag otherwise. They looked ready to say something, but Diamondhead beat them to the punch. "Just the kind of people I was looking for. I would like to officially register myself and my team as heroes."
That was fun. My phone's battery has been on the fritz lately, and it affected my speed a bit. (I get distracted easily writing on the computer.) I have two polls for this chapter and another planed for the next.
Which should be the fake team's name. (The MC will never share what the acronyms mean.)
[] PAP: Plumber's Ambassador Program
[] PAI: Plumber's Ambassador Initiative
[] OASIS: Omni-Assistance in Safeguarding Intelligent Species
The MC will participate in power testing. How will the PRT test his capabilities? (His ranged powers will be kept secret. Feel free to edit your ideas and votes anytime.)
[] Write in
I should still go with my original idea of the MC being cautious at first before discovering a temporary weakness in Greymatter. I'll explain this weakness when it fits the flow of the scene.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:03 PM.
Location: The Boardwalk
It had been twelve hours since the Tetris incident, more than enough time for the mess to be mostly cleaned up. Stinkfly's slime was proving to be really resilient. The PRT scientists that were trying to figure the stuff out actually compared it to containment foam. It wasn't quite as strong nor was it very porous, but it was heat resistant, repelled every solvent they could carry with them, and was very pliable. At the rate things were going, they'd have to scrape some pavement off just to get rid of it.
Of course, if it was just that, they wouldn't need any capes on the scene. Apparently an anonymous tip that claimed to be connected to the giant bug cape said that another member was planing a public appearance. That would typically be something that either Armsmaster or Miss Militia would handle directly, but some idiot decided to attack The Rig not even an hour ago. That meant that all of the Protectorate capes had to be on hand in case of an emergency, and it would remain that way for some time. That left Director Piggot with no choice but to send some Wards in to meet the mystery cape. Aegis was indisposed thanks to his parents' policy on national holidays. Gallant, the shining knight in armor that he was, was busy visiting Vicky after her error of judgment last night. Shadow Stalker was a horrible choice for a hopefully peaceful encounter, and Kid Win was on the console.
That was why Vista was stuck with the second worse option for a serious conversation between capes. Their mission was two fold: to establish contact with the expected cape and if possible, convince him or her to come to the PRT for power testing and registration. If possible, they were to gather what info they could about his other teammates. She liked Clockblocker enough, but she seriously doubted his ability to not crack a joke at a bad moment.
"Do you think he'll be your best friend?" She glanced at the time hero, who was wearing a skintight suit that covered every inch of him, with glossy white armor covering as much as possible without inhibiting his movement. On the plates covering his chest and shoulders were digital clock displays showing different times. "I'll bet he's every girls best friend."
Vista rubbed her forehead, not feeling like what he said was worth a full facepalm. "On a scale of one to 'gah, my eyes' how shiny do you think he'll be?"
"Ugh, can you please be serious about this. I don't want to screw this up." And she didn't. Through the culmination of multiple instances of chance, she got the opportunity to do a moderately high priority mission. She doubted that the effect would last long as she'd like, but it should let her be seen as more than a twelve-year-old for a while.
"Relax. I bet that he'll love my rocken sense of humor." It was difficult to do through her large green visor, but Vista gave him the most baleful glare she was capable of. She felt a small spark of satisfaction when he raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay. I'm just messing with you a little." He lowered his hands and squared his shoulders. "I'm serious about you relaxing though. We don't know anything about this guy. For all we know, the child soldier act could be worse than my jokes. How about we put a lid on both of them until we get to know him."
A flash of indignation flared up that she kept under control at the risk of looking petulant. As far as she saw it, being a child soldier was pretty close to the truth. Nearly getting impaled by a stray blow from Hookwolf had a way of making facts like that sink in. If not for her chest armor, she would have been impaled. Unfortunately, she had to concede his point. Clockblocker had a way of being infuriatingly smart sometimes.
They let the silence last for a while. It wasn't necessary, but what they were doing felt a lot like a stakeout. They were even perched on a building that had the least obstructed view of the Boardwalk. From there, a few liberal applications of Vista's space warping power let them keep an eye out for anything weird. She hoped that he would show before an older team became available. Successfully holding down the fort just didn't have the same weight behind it.
Vista jolted in surprise when her ear communicator beeped in response to contact from the console. Clockblocker was a bit quicker on the draw. "What's in, Kid Win?"
1/5 Roll=3 Success
"We've got a new parahuman sighting in the downtown apartments area. He's a Case 53."
The two shared a glance at the news. They, and just about everyone else had been expecting him to show up at the Boardwalk. "Is it Balboa?" That sparked a moment of confusion for Vista, and judging by the quiet mumbling on the other end of the line, Kid Win also missed it. "Seriously. You guys don't recognize Rocky Balboa, the Rocky movies."
"You're referencing an Earth Aelph movie!" They had a cape to track down who was already miles away.
"What?! The third movie hit theaters a week after Scion showed up. We're having movie night the first chance we get."
Vista's power pinched and squeezed at the space between them, forming a raised platform that gave her the perfect position to smack him upside the head. "Clockblocker, focus." She didn't wait for him before reaching out with her power. To her, the maze of concrete and steel was puddy in her hands, clay to be remolded however she pleased. She 'grabbed' the edge of a distant building's roof and pulled. With a single step, she cleared two-hundred feet. After double checking if Clockblocker was following her, she began running as the time hero kept pace with her. She pushed her power hard, eating up distance faster than any car could while running at five mph.
"F...crap!" His voice was distorted by the warped space between them.
She ignored his ridiculous self-censoring for the importance behind his exclamation. "What's up?"
"We forgot that the E88 control parts of that area. We might not be the first there."
Clockblocker had the right idea. 'Fuck.'
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:10 PM.
Location: Downtown Apartments
Ben had originally planned on doing Diamonhead's public appearance in the Boardwalk or around a mall: pretty much anywhere where there would be plenty of people to see him. The desperate attempt to swim away from anywhere someone could see Ripjaws turn into Ben without resorting to a lifeform-lock had carried him to the abandoned Southern Ferry Station. From there, he used his memories of XLR8's city exploration to guide himself to the apartments.
Once the time reached 12:00 on the Omnitrix, he changed into Diamondhead and immediately triggered the lifeform lock. The timing was important because a stray thought from Greymatter hypothesized that the excessively long recharge period he had to deal with after the first time was derived from how long he was locked. It was a two hour lock followed by a four hour recharge. He had planned to lock in Diamondhead since Greymatter came up with the idea, so it was a simple matter to choose a memorable timeframe then do the math.
It would be great if he could access the master controls, but neither he nor Greymatter had any idea how to do that. In fact, Greymatter didn't know how to do anything until he opened up that laptop. Even when he was last in his galvan form, Ben's knowledge didn't expand beyond optimizing computers and computer programing. Ken must have had access to his Omnitrix's specs in some way to be able to unlock it the way he did. Ben would have to expand Greymatter's knowledge base the old-fashioned way, unless he got his hands on some Tinker tech.
Still, Diamondhead had other things to worry about, like trying to present a positive image when nobody was willing to get too close to him. He certainly had everyone's attention though. That was half the reason he chose Diamondhead for this, with the other half being that Diamondhead was the most heroic looking alien at his disposal in his opinion. He expected human curiosity to take over from there, but hindsight realized that people would be hyper cautious of any new cape, regardless of how heroic they looked. He was hoping that anyone would work up the courage to approach. That's of course when he got his wish.
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:11 PM.
Location: Downtown Apartments
The young heroes ran full tilt towards the edge of what was considered to be the outer limits of an acceptable Wards patrol route, all while Vista helped keep them on the rooftops. Lucky for them, they weren't technically on patrol. As a firm believer in Brockton Bay's particular sense of karma, Clockblocker was certain that their tiny bit of luck was about to sink its teeth into both their asses. He glanced at his teammate. She was wearing her forest green chestplate, which amused him in how it emphasized something she didn't have, along with her skirt patterned with wavy green lines at various stages of tinting that did little to properly represent how completely the pre-teen made physics her bitch.
Everyone on the team, with one broody exemption, believed that she had the potential to be one of the world's greats. It was the reasoning behind a collective decision the guys made to keep her safe. He saw it for what it was: justification for treating her like a regular twelve-year-old, but Clockblocker felt that she could stand to act a little closer to her age. If and when shit hit the fan, he was ready to stand right in the way. That time may have come sooner than he'd like. His fingers instantly went to his ear. "The Menace to Winston, we've found Sparkles, plus uninvited party guests."
He could practically hear Kid Win shaking his head to fight off the smile. "What's the guest list looking like."
Clockblocker smiled behind his helmet. "We've got Jiminy Cricket and Ass-le-bastard." Pride welled up when the two failed to contain their mirth. He'd been saving that Alabaster nickname for ages.
Vista visibly forced herself to stop laughing and refocus. "We need to help them."
"Pigott will have all our heads if you two jump into a cape fight, especially one involving an unknown cape. You know that she'll want you to observe first."
Clockblocker was already on that. Alabaster was just as white as his namesake. White suit, flawless white skin, and white hair creapy white eyes, with the only other color being his black handguns. Cricket opted for special forces styled comfort wear with a blond buzzcut and a metal cage over her face, the bars spaced so that it was impossible make anything out through them. Just about every bit of her exposed skin had scars of one type or another.
Diamondhead...he lived up to his name. He also had diamond arms, diamond feet, a diamond crest that extended back from the top of his diamond head, and two giant diamond spikes sticking up and out from his shoulder blades. His torso and legs were covered in a skintight sleeveless black top and white leggings, both having a green line down the middle and sides respectively. Last but not least, the glowing green hourglass was displayed right in the middle of his chest. The image Clockblocker got was of a Brute that could take anything the two villains could dish out. "Let's wait it out and see what happens. We'll jump in if we need to. You see if you can get the sound working while I lament our lack of popcorn."
Vista shook her head then squeezed together a few thumbprint sized sections of space between the group and their five story rooftop. Cricket instantly went on guard before relaxing a second later. Alabaster tilted his head towards her strangely while her fingers went through some movements. Clockblocker thought they needed to work better on their body language. Still, it looked like Diamondhead missed the play-by-play. "Perhaps I should cut to the chase. All will be forgiven if you come with us to meet with Kaiser." Alabaster's voice was level and smooth, but kind of bland.
"And why would I do that?" Diamondhead's voice was not gravely like one would expect. It was smooth and strong, like the kind but firm commanding officer that everyone likes. It was the kind of voice people would instinctively listen to.
"We of the Empire are working to bring true prosperity to Brocton Bay. The only way we can achieve this is by cutting away the filth that pollute these streets. After judging your merits, I've deci..."
"Bwa ha ha ha!" Diamondhead bent over laughing. "You can't be serious?! Why would I join you? Why would you consider me? I don't exactly fit your target demographic."
"A new truth can easily be written. Who would say otherwise?"
"So that's your pitch? Nice deal, but no deal. I've already got a team of people that come in every size, shape, and color. Why would I do something stupid like restrict myself."
"You'd chose to associate with inferiors."
"Hah, the only inferiors I've seen today include an idiot who's too foolish to see the nonsense coming out of his mouth for what it is and a woman who clearly can't handle herself in a fight." Clockblocker winced at that. There was no way there wouldn't be a fight.
Sure enough, Cricket charged the stone cape with her small sickles drawn. Diamondhead simply stood there and took the heavy kick to his chest followed by a furious onslaught of slashes that he blocked mostly with his arms. Even so, he wore through it an expression that gave the impression of someone at the emotional stage between concentration and boredom. Cricket continued pushing him back slowly before stopping just long enough to prepare a powerful blow to his left cheek. There was an audible crack as she backed away, her stance and movements looking noticeably smug.
Diamondhead scratched at his cheek a bit then looked at the scared cape more attentively. "You're sonokinetic...hmmm. Ah, that's how you see through your mask: echolocation. I'll bet it's how you induce vertigo too." The two Wards gave the other surprised looks. That was info on Cricket they didn't have. "That attack cost you energy, time, and secrets." He paused just as a faint sound like dozens of tiny crystal wind chimes filed the air. "It cost me nothing."
There was a gurgling rasping sound that could have been Cricket screaming through her scared throat as she charged him again. Alabaster also joined with his pistols firing as fast as they could. Diamondhead ignored the latter and put his hands in the path of Cricket's sickles. He managed to grab one, but the other slipped his grasp. That's when Alabaster body checked him, throwing them both to the ground. In the tumble, Diamondhead crushed the weapon in his hand and wrapped an arm around Alabaster's body. The white cape may have been able to restore his body after every four seconds or so, but that didn't help when a Brute had you in their grasp with no intention on letting go.
With on foe immobilized, the hero focused on Cricket, who was in a defensive stance, then back on the incensed Alabaster, then developed a giant toothed grin visible at a distance that could only be called unadulterated evil. It was the kind of smile that demanded fearful silence.
Diamondhead repositioned Alabaster until he had one hand wrapped around his feet. He gave the racist a light swing, and Clockblocker's jaw dropped. "No way."
"Tell me he's not."
"I don't know if that's terrifying or hilarious."
Apparently the Nazi figured it out too, because he began screaming obscenities as if he were actively trying to put them out of style. Cricket looked like she had no idea what to do...after all, its not everyday that someone actually plans to use one of your allies as a weapon. Diamondhead was just about to take the decision out of her hands when a bright light began to shined down from above. Everyone looked up and with the exception of Diamondhead, flinched at the blinding light descending down on them. It was with a sinking sensation of dread that Clockblocker realized that Purity had arrived.
Purity was a whopping eight on the Blaster scale, with enough power to level entire city blocks if she wanted to. She just happened to be one of the city's fastest fliers on top of that. Worst of all, she was E88. When she landed, Diamondhead slung Alabaster over his shoulder haphazardly and smiled. "Okay. This just got interesting."
The light around Purity dimmed until they could just make out her outline. Her hair and eyes shone with the same blinding light, ensuring that making out her face would be impossible. A much softer rippling glow radiated from the fabric of her plain white costume. She looked shorter than the average woman, but her power and presence could not be underestimated. "Put him down."
"No." Clearly, Diamondhead didn't share that mindset. He was taking her more seriously than the other two, but he still gave off the feeling that she wasn't considered to be a threat.
Clockblocker wished that the tension was as tangible as it felt. At least in that case, he could reach out and freeze it in time. "I'm afraid I can't let you keep him."
The tension continued to ramp up until Diamondhead suddenly sighed. "You know, there's something about you that I'm having a hard time disliking, something familiar, so I'll give you this info for free. You. Can't. Beat. Me. I'm taking this in, and you can't stop me."
"F...fricken A. He's trying to bluff Purity." Clockblocker whispered.
"You don't know what I'm capable of."
Diamondhead chuckled with a shake of his head. "Your powers are public knowledge. You don't know what I'm capable of."
"What are you fu..." A flick of Diamondhead's arm slammed Alabaster's head onto the pavement.
Four seconds later, his body flickered back into pristine condition. "Quiet. The adults are talking."
"Kaiser will hunt..." His head hit the ground with a cringe inducing crack.
Diamondhead turned his attention back on Purity and tilted his head in blatant curiosity. "You should really wear a mask. I'm not good with faces, but I swear you look familiar." Purity's light grew brighter, but Diamondhead ignored her and Alabaster in favor of his thoughts. "I remember. You're that woman that first saw Ghostfreak. How's the baby?"
A bolt of hard light smacked him in the forehead, snapping his head back then ricocheting up into the corner of the building that the two Wards were looking down from. The two ducked out of sight, but Vista was still able to maintain the bits of warped space that allowed them to eavesdrop. "Okay, don't poke the overprotective motherbear."
"That...was a warning shot. Stay away from her!"
"I am a hero mam, and I consider children innocent of their parents' crimes. My only concern is if you raise her to repeat your mistakes."
There was a moment of silence, during which Clockblocker could feel his heart hammering in his chest. That conversation really towed the line of what was considered acceptable cape conduct. Just telling a cape that you know who they are could have serious consequences. Actually taking advantage of it...Clockblocker would never want to be in the shoes of someone either stupid or crazy enough to break The Unwritten Rules. Rumor had it that the E88 flunky that killed Fleur days after New Wave went public with their identies was personally crucified by Kaiser. Diamondhead had to be really confident in being able to take Purity on.
"My daughter will make her own mistakes."
There was another pause, during which Vista decided it was safe enough to start looking again. He followed after the pre-teen, ready to save her at a moments notice. "Interesting." The group of capes came into view just in time for him to see Diamondhead tossing Alabaster haphazardly towards the other E88 members. "You can have him back. He'll make a great training dummy for the others."
His body flickered again, restoring both his body and clothes. "Fuck you! When Kaiser hears about this, he will make you pay."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll rue the day blah blah blah. I'm going to leave now." And leave he did. No one stopped him.
Purity was next to leave, but slowed her departure when she took notice of the Wards that had just watched over the entire exchange. Clockblocker considered it good luck that they weren't blasted on principal. "Crap, that was nerve wracking. His head must not be the only thing that's diamond." Space warped so that the eight inch shorter and four foot away Vista could smack the back of his head. He chuckled a bit at that. "Come on. Let's get to him before any more villains show up."
The comunicater in his ear buzzed. "You know that Director Piggot will want a full report on what you saw by tonight."
"Don't worry. I know how to do Professor Piggy's homework."
Vista shook her head, and he imagined Kid Win doing the same. "Make sure that I'm nowhere near you when she catches you saying that."
"Ditto. I can turn an inch into a mile, and it still wouldn't be far enough."
"Someone save me. They're ganging up on me. I need a hero. You guys think Diamondhead is up for the job?"
"Why don't you two go find out. Kid Win out."
Time: Saturday, Jan. 1st, 12:23 PM.
Location: Downtown Apartments
That had been an exciting yet stressful encounter. Cricket and Alabaster were one thing, but Purity was completely unexpected. From what he knew of her powers, Diamondhead had a clear advantage, but the collateral damage would have been substantial. He would need his full arsenal of skills to handle her. Fortunately, his instincts were right again.
A perversion of three dimensional law suddenly stretched out and deposited two Wards right in front of him. Vista, who could warp and twist space and Clockblocker who had the power to quantum lock anything he touched for a random time between thirty seconds to ten minutes. Ben laughed when he found the video of him loudly announcing his name during his introduction ceremony. He probably would have gotten the name Freezetag otherwise. They looked ready to say something, but Diamondhead beat them to the punch. "Just the kind of people I was looking for. I would like to officially register myself and my team as heroes."
That was fun. My phone's battery has been on the fritz lately, and it affected my speed a bit. (I get distracted easily writing on the computer.) I have two polls for this chapter and another planed for the next.
Which should be the fake team's name. (The MC will never share what the acronyms mean.)
[] PAP: Plumber's Ambassador Program
[] PAI: Plumber's Ambassador Initiative
[] OASIS: Omni-Assistance in Safeguarding Intelligent Species
The MC will participate in power testing. How will the PRT test his capabilities? (His ranged powers will be kept secret. Feel free to edit your ideas and votes anytime.)
[] Write in
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Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
[X] PAI: Plumber's Ambassador Initiative
Because it will sound like Pie. And that's just too funny not to take.
Because it will sound like Pie. And that's just too funny not to take.
- Location
- pennsylvania
[X] PAI: Plumber's Ambassador Initiative
GingaNoTsurugi
Hear Me Howl!
[X] PAI: Plumber's Ambassador Initiative
- Location
- Just passing through.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] PAI: Plumber's Ambassador Initiative
And now I'm hungry.
And now I'm hungry.
The Dark Esper
Watching With Interest
- Location
- Britain
Over on SB, someone came up with the name OASIS, which is an acronym for:
Omni
Assistance
Safeguarding
Intelligent
Species
Just thought I'd place the name here and another persons reasoning since some might prefer it to the two names provided.
Omni
Assistance
Safeguarding
Intelligent
Species
ParadoxAbyss8's Reasoning said:
Just thought I'd place the name here and another persons reasoning since some might prefer it to the two names provided.
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ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] PAI: Plumber's Ambassador Initiative
[X] since we're made o diamond durability and strength testing. How easily we can cut stuff with blade arms, and Laser redirection
[X] since we're made o diamond durability and strength testing. How easily we can cut stuff with blade arms, and Laser redirection
- Location
- Louisiana
A surprise came from Space battles where someone came up with the name OASIS for the team: Omni-Assistance in Safeguarding Intelligent Species. This is my vote.
[X] OASIS: Omni-Assistance in Safeguarding Intelligent Species.
[X] OASIS: Omni-Assistance in Safeguarding Intelligent Species.
burningclaw2
The Power of the Tomato!
[X] OASIS: Omni-Assistance in Safeguarding Intelligent Species.