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omegafriends2014-05-31 09:02 am
takaradical) wrote in omegafriends2014-05-31 09:02 am
Action
[Golden Tiger is not, by any means, a brilliant strategist. He does, on the other hand, have two years experience maneuvering around boardrooms, and that's taught him more than a few things. The first being that when an opportunity presents itself, you take it. So with the spandex squad all in a tizzy after Doctor Doofus's little song and dance, now's the perfect time to get out there and make a name for himself in this town.
It comes to the surprise of almost no one when a giant robot crab comes crashing through the wall of the Venture City Central Bank, trailed by a regular platoon of hired thugs. The Tiger himself is on the scene, of course, standing atop that crushing crustacean, arms folded. The room erupts in chaos. A few security guards try and rush the goons, but they're mowed down in seconds. Tiger just laughs and swishes his coat, letting the speakers in his mask carry his voice through the building.]
Alright, nobody make a move! This here is a robbery. Take everything ya got and dump it all in the bags. Everything for the Golden Tiger!
[On cue, the thugs hold out a collection of burlap sacks, some of which have dollar signs painted on them. Need to shoot for authenticity here.]
Don't forget about those safety deposit boxes, too! C'mon people, let's hustle!
[One by one, the tellers, guards, and even some of the patrons step up and start to unload cold hard cash into the bags. So many supervillains swing by this place, they all know the procedure by now. Everything's going just as planned. If one of those rubes in tights showed up, everything would fall to pieces.
That'd just be awful, right?
Right.]
It comes to the surprise of almost no one when a giant robot crab comes crashing through the wall of the Venture City Central Bank, trailed by a regular platoon of hired thugs. The Tiger himself is on the scene, of course, standing atop that crushing crustacean, arms folded. The room erupts in chaos. A few security guards try and rush the goons, but they're mowed down in seconds. Tiger just laughs and swishes his coat, letting the speakers in his mask carry his voice through the building.]
Alright, nobody make a move! This here is a robbery. Take everything ya got and dump it all in the bags. Everything for the Golden Tiger!
[On cue, the thugs hold out a collection of burlap sacks, some of which have dollar signs painted on them. Need to shoot for authenticity here.]
Don't forget about those safety deposit boxes, too! C'mon people, let's hustle!
[One by one, the tellers, guards, and even some of the patrons step up and start to unload cold hard cash into the bags. So many supervillains swing by this place, they all know the procedure by now. Everything's going just as planned. If one of those rubes in tights showed up, everything would fall to pieces.
That'd just be awful, right?
Right.]
No sweat!
[...Oh, darnit! Of all the cameras to pick, he grabbed the one farthest away!]
[All right. Don't panic. Don't curse the watch just yet. Think, Ben. You need to get across the room without being seen. So far nobody's noticed the new paint job on the camera, but if he takes over anything major, it'll be really obvious. Plus there's the hostages.]
[He swivels the camera about, trying to find something else he can use. He needs to pull some of these goons out of here, away from the hostages to give Ben room to fight
and screw up.][Intercom system. Meaning a security or main office. Perfect.]
[And that paint job is going to suddenly ooze off of the security camera as Ben goes hunting for the security office.]
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Back in the lobby, Takarada's had just about enough of this lollygagging and motions to a pair of goons.]
Go check the other rooms, make sure we didn't miss anything. And be quick about it!
[The thugs salute and tromp off towards the security office without hesitation. They know what's in store for them if they don't listen to the boss.]
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Oh, great. And here I was hoping for some privacy. Is everybody okay?
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The guards flatten themselves to the ground. A two of them reach for their batons, but none of them actually get up. Might be a good time for some superheroics.]
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Wanna hear something really annoying?
[His "neck" flares out to form a massive speaker as Ben does what Upgrade does best: upgrade the technology he's possessing.]
[And have one heck of a loud, drawn-out blast of feedback in your direction, bad guys. You know how loud a riding mower is? That's how loud the noise is.]
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Tiger cocks his head at the sound, raising a brow under his mask.]
The heck was that?
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Goodnight!
[If the hits connect, it's going to be not fun for these guys. While Upgrade wasn't as strong physically as most of his aliens, the living machine could still pack a wallop.]