Post by Ninmast on Jul 23, 2007 0:35:30 GMT -5
Power Level: Medium
Time Period: Modern
Character Requirement: Members of an amateur band or people there to see the show.
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The green, goblin-like ruler looked up from where he sat on his throne to look at the two members of the Saurian Guard who had just come barging in. "Yes? What is it? You know I don't like being interrupted by my footrub," he demanded as he wiggled warted, misshapen toes.
"Emperor Zok," the one on the left, resembling a rotund samurai, opened as they both bowed to one knee, "several guards have reported late for their shift, and records picked up some images. We fear there is an intruder, a Stone Protector."
The Emperor kicked the yellow Saurian that was rubbing his feet aside as he sat up straight. Found so soon? They had only just set the base up yesterday ... How could his enemies have found him so quickly? But more importantly ... "Which one?" he asked, "And why aren't you hunting him down?"
The Guardsman on the right, a taller one that looked almost scrawny compared to the samurai, cringed at Zok's words. "I-it's Angus, Your Highness! But we can't find him! He keeps picking off guards, but by the time we track them down, he's long gone!"
The yellow Saurian, Zink, had gotten to his feet now and glared at the two. "What's wrong? A base full of Saurians, and you can't find one oversized troll?"
"It's Angus," the samurai repeated. "His stone's specialty is camoflauge! H-he could be right in this very room, and we'd never know it!"
Sure enough, on the ceiling above their heads, the soldier held tightly to several spikes so he was on his back facing down, blended in to perfectly match the surrounding stones. He opened his eyes and watched as the Emperor jumped to his feet and grabbed his staff, pointing it at the guards. As he listened, he reached down and pulled a grenade from a slot on his chest strap.
"If he is, YOU are the ones that let him in here!"
But before Zok could fire on his men, the pin-less grenade dropped down and clattered onto the floor between them. It exploded before they could respond. As the results faded, Zok had erected a barrier and Zink had jumped behind the throne. The Emperor pointed his staff at the ceiling and with a cry, blasted it with energy.
Angus dropped from the ceiling and flipped down to land in a three-point stance before drawing his tri-barrel pistol from his side and firing several shots, one of which grazed the Emperor's shoulder.
"Gah! Saurians! To arms! Stand and defend your Emperor!"
Answering the call, troops surged into the room, and Zink grabbed a massive battle axe and joined them. But Angus still looked cocky. "Hate to disappoint, but it's gonna take more than lizard breath to stop me." He held his hands out as an electric keyboard formed in his grip and he struck the keys hard, playing several strong notes up and down the scale. Lightning leapt from its tip and lanced toward each of the guards surrounding him, launching them back.
Zink rushed him from behind with his axe drawn back, but as the keyboard disappeared, Angus sent a foot into the Saurian's middle before punching him in the face. He went to draw a bazooka that had appeared on his back, but before he could, a burst of energy struck him from behind, and he cried out in shock and pain before collapsing to the floor.
Emperor Zok stepped forward and poked the Stone Protector with his staff as Zink walked over beside him. "Hmm, still alive. I hate Stone Protectors. They never know how to die. Zink, take him to the docking bay and chain him to the Deconstruction Project. Then prepare it for battle."
Zink, knowing better than to question his master, immediately gathered up the soldier and headed out of the throne room.
* * *
St. Junswick, North Carolina
4:00 AM
Maxwell stretched his arms back as he let out a large yawn. "I can't stand being up before the sun ... remind me again why I am?"
"Because we need to be all hooked up and ready to go by seven," Cornelius answered as he brought over a tray of coffees and passed one to the roller-blader. "Just like everyone else. Hey, Clifford! Coffee call!" he tossed one of the lidded cups over the tops of some of the equipment, and on cue, a hand in a short orange sleeve reached up to catch it before disappearing back behind it all again.
"That's easy for you to say, Cornelius," Chester complained as he slunk over and grabbed a cup, as well, still looking large despite his slouching. "You've already had three cups. Besides, what are we needed for? Cliff can handle everything on his own."
"I can hook up all the equipment on my own," the techie answered as his blue-haired head popped up from behind the equipment, "but I can't tune your instruments. You remember what happened last time."
"Yeah," Cornelius agreed, "besides, we gotta all be present for showing! Have you seen the fans outside? What if a couple of babes come by, and they're OUR fans? You really wanna miss that?"
"Hey, whatever you say, Mr. Leader," Maxwell answered as he slipped his blue shades over his sleepy eyes. "Just so long as they've got free donuts. Chester and I don't perform on empty stomachs." He sat up straight and glanced about. "Hey, where's Angus? The lazy lout isn't still in bed, is he?"
"Meh, I wouldn't worry about him," Clifford shrugged as he took a drink from his coffee. "He's probably off doing his personal morning training. You know he likes to make it rough. Give him half an hour, he'll be here. He always is."
Time Period: Modern
Character Requirement: Members of an amateur band or people there to see the show.
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The green, goblin-like ruler looked up from where he sat on his throne to look at the two members of the Saurian Guard who had just come barging in. "Yes? What is it? You know I don't like being interrupted by my footrub," he demanded as he wiggled warted, misshapen toes.
"Emperor Zok," the one on the left, resembling a rotund samurai, opened as they both bowed to one knee, "several guards have reported late for their shift, and records picked up some images. We fear there is an intruder, a Stone Protector."
The Emperor kicked the yellow Saurian that was rubbing his feet aside as he sat up straight. Found so soon? They had only just set the base up yesterday ... How could his enemies have found him so quickly? But more importantly ... "Which one?" he asked, "And why aren't you hunting him down?"
The Guardsman on the right, a taller one that looked almost scrawny compared to the samurai, cringed at Zok's words. "I-it's Angus, Your Highness! But we can't find him! He keeps picking off guards, but by the time we track them down, he's long gone!"
The yellow Saurian, Zink, had gotten to his feet now and glared at the two. "What's wrong? A base full of Saurians, and you can't find one oversized troll?"
"It's Angus," the samurai repeated. "His stone's specialty is camoflauge! H-he could be right in this very room, and we'd never know it!"
Sure enough, on the ceiling above their heads, the soldier held tightly to several spikes so he was on his back facing down, blended in to perfectly match the surrounding stones. He opened his eyes and watched as the Emperor jumped to his feet and grabbed his staff, pointing it at the guards. As he listened, he reached down and pulled a grenade from a slot on his chest strap.
"If he is, YOU are the ones that let him in here!"
But before Zok could fire on his men, the pin-less grenade dropped down and clattered onto the floor between them. It exploded before they could respond. As the results faded, Zok had erected a barrier and Zink had jumped behind the throne. The Emperor pointed his staff at the ceiling and with a cry, blasted it with energy.
Angus dropped from the ceiling and flipped down to land in a three-point stance before drawing his tri-barrel pistol from his side and firing several shots, one of which grazed the Emperor's shoulder.
"Gah! Saurians! To arms! Stand and defend your Emperor!"
Answering the call, troops surged into the room, and Zink grabbed a massive battle axe and joined them. But Angus still looked cocky. "Hate to disappoint, but it's gonna take more than lizard breath to stop me." He held his hands out as an electric keyboard formed in his grip and he struck the keys hard, playing several strong notes up and down the scale. Lightning leapt from its tip and lanced toward each of the guards surrounding him, launching them back.
Zink rushed him from behind with his axe drawn back, but as the keyboard disappeared, Angus sent a foot into the Saurian's middle before punching him in the face. He went to draw a bazooka that had appeared on his back, but before he could, a burst of energy struck him from behind, and he cried out in shock and pain before collapsing to the floor.
Emperor Zok stepped forward and poked the Stone Protector with his staff as Zink walked over beside him. "Hmm, still alive. I hate Stone Protectors. They never know how to die. Zink, take him to the docking bay and chain him to the Deconstruction Project. Then prepare it for battle."
Zink, knowing better than to question his master, immediately gathered up the soldier and headed out of the throne room.
* * *
St. Junswick, North Carolina
4:00 AM
Maxwell stretched his arms back as he let out a large yawn. "I can't stand being up before the sun ... remind me again why I am?"
"Because we need to be all hooked up and ready to go by seven," Cornelius answered as he brought over a tray of coffees and passed one to the roller-blader. "Just like everyone else. Hey, Clifford! Coffee call!" he tossed one of the lidded cups over the tops of some of the equipment, and on cue, a hand in a short orange sleeve reached up to catch it before disappearing back behind it all again.
"That's easy for you to say, Cornelius," Chester complained as he slunk over and grabbed a cup, as well, still looking large despite his slouching. "You've already had three cups. Besides, what are we needed for? Cliff can handle everything on his own."
"I can hook up all the equipment on my own," the techie answered as his blue-haired head popped up from behind the equipment, "but I can't tune your instruments. You remember what happened last time."
"Yeah," Cornelius agreed, "besides, we gotta all be present for showing! Have you seen the fans outside? What if a couple of babes come by, and they're OUR fans? You really wanna miss that?"
"Hey, whatever you say, Mr. Leader," Maxwell answered as he slipped his blue shades over his sleepy eyes. "Just so long as they've got free donuts. Chester and I don't perform on empty stomachs." He sat up straight and glanced about. "Hey, where's Angus? The lazy lout isn't still in bed, is he?"
"Meh, I wouldn't worry about him," Clifford shrugged as he took a drink from his coffee. "He's probably off doing his personal morning training. You know he likes to make it rough. Give him half an hour, he'll be here. He always is."