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omegafriends2014-06-09 06:47 pm
omegamods) wrote in omegafriends2014-06-09 06:47 pm
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Episode 2: Summer School Showdown with Leader One!
Who: The Kid, Black Rock Shooter, The Ice King, Peacock, Darkwing Duck and up to three other heroes
What: Investigating the device that Velasquez found
When: The evening of the 9th
Where: Underneath the Venture City High School Gymnasium
Beneath the Venture High Gymnasium, abandoned for the summer, is a basement. Hidden in a corner of that basement is a trap door, leading down into another basement. A basement.. of evil.
It's actually quite spacious down here, like someone built another gym under the first gym. The trap door opens onto a catwalk near the ceiling of an underground chamber dominated by a device shaped like a radar dish, ten feet tall and covered in blinking lights. Milling about the area below are dozens of evil robots, all bearing the insignia of Dr. Devious's Deviobots. Standing near the device itself is their apparent leader, a robot with a hardhat and a clipboard. The others are armed with giant fists, laser guns, balls on the ends of chains, or other such weaponry, but the leader appears unarmed.
They haven't noticed the approaching team, but it's only a matter of time.
What: Investigating the device that Velasquez found
When: The evening of the 9th
Where: Underneath the Venture City High School Gymnasium
Beneath the Venture High Gymnasium, abandoned for the summer, is a basement. Hidden in a corner of that basement is a trap door, leading down into another basement. A basement.. of evil.
It's actually quite spacious down here, like someone built another gym under the first gym. The trap door opens onto a catwalk near the ceiling of an underground chamber dominated by a device shaped like a radar dish, ten feet tall and covered in blinking lights. Milling about the area below are dozens of evil robots, all bearing the insignia of Dr. Devious's Deviobots. Standing near the device itself is their apparent leader, a robot with a hardhat and a clipboard. The others are armed with giant fists, laser guns, balls on the ends of chains, or other such weaponry, but the leader appears unarmed.
They haven't noticed the approaching team, but it's only a matter of time.
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He follows the Kid's example and reaches into the bag again. He pulls out another drink, tossing it back with a cringe and a loud BLECH! Simon blinks as the properties of the brew kick in, and he regains some of his lost concentration. He looks back at the Kid, eyes widening with recognition.
"Right, sorry about that. I'll try to be more careful with them!"
Simon bounces the empty glass bottle in his hand and looks out over some of the remaining robot mooks. He covers the surface of the glass in long, sharp ice spikes and throws it out over the group. As it reaches the peak of it's arch he closes his hand into a fist. In turn the ball of spikes lurches and explodes outward, raining the ice downward and impaling robots left and right. Only a few are left functional, though still damaged.
One spike was pointed in the wrong direction and heads right for the Kid. Simon yelps and raises his arms, creating a solid wall to protect him from the oncoming missile. The spike cracks against it and shatters harmlessly. He sighs and slumps a bit.
"W-wowzers! I.. I didn't think that would actually work! Your drinks are actually be working, somewhat..."
..Ow. OW. He curls in on himself, wrapping his arms around his aching stomach. That must've been the Doom Soda.
"Oogh.. I'm not so sure it'll work as a long-term solution, but it's something, at least! Oww.."
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The Kid mostly took to watching at this point. He was doing something impressive but seemed to have a high chance for collateral damage, so staying back, keeping eyes on the other approach routes, and make sure nothing would shoot his way. When something did, the shield was up. Though Simon catches his own mistake, he knew that they are probably both going to need to work on their teamwork.
"When we get out of here, might work out something to help you without the stomach pain."
The Kid sprinted towards the now smashed up bots, the hammer out. He takes a leap towards the spikes, using a firm hit on one end of the spike. The force sends the thing flying into one of the last few functional bots, impaling them together as he rolls to the side of another missile blow. The cannon was out, charging up in a moment before returning fire wit ha missile of the kid's very own. Blasted the thing in the side, leaving it stumbling around, the weight of the spike in the other side making it fall over on it.
"Good work though! Never seen anything like that."
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"It's still going to take some practice."
He watches the Kid bash apart the rest of the bots for a moment, but his attention is abruptly turned to a skirmish on the other side of the room. That girl from before... She's fighting the leader! And it's not going well.
Without any hesitation, Simon runs to help, trusting that the Kid can handle the last of these goons for the time being.
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"Take that lead bolt down and help her out!"
The kid gave Simon a vote of confidence before adjusting his hammer as he looks at what's left. Not many at this point probably. But he had confidence, a bull head shield with him as he adjusted his armored a bit before rolling around an attack, swinging his hammer into the knee joints in the scrap metal bot closest to him. He rolled towards the next one, taking its leg out with the same smash. The next one was more focused in fire, making the kid pull out his shield. He hefts his hammer behind him as he charges slowly.
The full strike of the kid building up his strength is something to see. He smashed that bucket of bolts hard in the chest, sending it into the wall with a hefty smash. It was done. The Kid just rages for a while on the others, not much they could do to stop him.