[Nexus] AMEN XLIII: REVOLUTION!

[happyturtle]

Important Current Events as of Mar 5, 2012:

AMEN has very recently had a revolution, putting Ilpholin in charge, with Magtok as her second in command. The OP is in the process of being updated, and may not be entirely accurate.

Ask in the OOC thread if you need any assistance.

Latest OP updates:
1. Added new membership form
2. Added new membership criteria
3. Edited membership list to include IC status column
4. Added paragraph to the end of history section
Mar 5, 2012
5. Edited henchmen to show Rogar and Pete's dismissal
Mar 8, 2012
6. Added the section for Mechanopanthers
June 6, 2012


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By Gulaghar


A BRIEF HISTORY by the esteemed Lord Magtok
In the darkest pits of despair there lived a fearsome being, one made of pure malevolence, hatred, and madness. He had an equally dark and loathsome plan for our world, the formation of an organization to be known as Evil Incorporated, destined to spread his unhallowed name throughout the world, so that all might come to know and fear the one named Psyke_D.

Fortunately for the rest of us, there's already a webcomic called Evil Inc. When this was pointed out by yours truly, the members of this fledgling new organization went into a frenzy. What good could an evil organization be without a suitably original, stylish, and menacing name? All sorts of suggestions were produced, everything from Vilecom (painfully bland) to Fullbladder's Fabulous Funky Foursome (Totally incorrect, as there was at least six of us by then).

Finally, someone (and by someone I mean me) offered a suggestion even better than Evil Inc, the "Association of the Malicious, Evil, and Nefarious". Everyone immediately realized that this was by far the best name they'd ever heard of, and after a chorus of "AMEN, brother"s and nibbling on some pixies, the Association had officially begun.

Years went by after that. In-jokes were formed, members came and went, and dictators were ousted and replaced with new dictators more swiftly than Central America during the Cold War on steroids. It was a glorious time, full of wars with EVIL, The Town, France, and HALO. (All ending in AMEN victories, aside from the last one, which was more of a cease-fire stalemate thingy)

Lives were lost, promptly restored, and then lost again. Love blossomed between various Associates, dark feuds between others, and every manner of nonsense imaginable, but that chaotic energy, that "Burn it all and let the gods sort it out" attitude always came before anything else.

Sadly, these days were destined to end eventually. AMEN just couldn't keep up with HALO, GLoG, and the rest of the world, and xenophobically shut its doors upon the rest of the world. A Dark Age ensued, full of newbs posting inane nonsense and old members complaining about the newbs instead of trying to better their situation, until eventually, not even the newbs were posting anymore.

Then came hope. Most called him crazy (and they were right), others called him ridiculously optimistic, and some say he's a big smelly dragon who doesn't bathe anywhere near as much as he should (Or maybe only I say that), but everyone else called him Gordon, the new leader of AMEN. Realizing that this xenophobic age had to end, he led AMEN out of the darkness, and brought about a new age of darkness, gave us a world where AMEN is once again a serious threat. For that, we owe him our thanks. I'm still gonna stab him in the back the first chance I get, though.

Or well, we owed him our thanks. He's sorta dead now, I think. Me and Ilpholin recently usurped the hell out of him with an awesome arena deathmatch thing, and now his smelly corpse has been exiled and stuff. She's in charge and I'm second-in-command, because responsibility smells. Weee, change!

(updated Mar 5, 2012)


THE BUILDING
You don’t want to know. The greatest minds of our time have studied AMEN’s base, only to be driven MAD by the labyrinthine, ever shifting corridors and reality-defying chambers. The base itself is sentient, and doesn’t really take kindly to smartasses trying to map it. That being said, as long as you don’t try too hard to make sense of the base, it’s not difficult to find, say, an empty bunk, the common room, the can, the lab, et cetera. Of course, there’s much more to the base than that, but I can’t tell you about it. 1) Because it would crush your little mind, and 2) because I don’t wanna.

MEMBERSHIP FORM
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Species:
Profession:
Reason for joining AMEN:
Special skills/items you believe will aid/have decided to contribute to AMEN:
References (Victims preferred):
Past Experience:
Other Information:

(last updated Mar 5, 2012)


LIST OF MEMBERS
{table=head]Character|Player|IC Status
Ilpholin|Reinholdt|Leader
Magtok|Magtok|2nd in command
Allen|ApeofLight|
Anyu (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12943439&postcount=714)|Haruki|Confirmed
Becky (http://bit.ly/zmfPPF)|BR|Confirmed
Cat Burglar (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13335194&postcount=1346)|Third Emperor|x
Cin (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13343070&postcount=1357)|Wolfbane|o
Clarissa (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13038675&postcount=906)|The Alexandrian|Confirmed
Commodore Fluffy|CommodoreFluffy|
Cybil (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12869889&postcount=433)|Shadowcaller|o
Cyrus (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13316570&postcount=1292)|Blade of Obliviom|Confirmed(?)
Dam'Bul (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12952015&postcount=744)|Earl of Purple|Confirmed
Darcy|HT|Missing
Dark Lord (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12864718&postcount=389)|D_Lord|Confirmed
Decker (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13161278&postcount=1037)|Happyturtle|Confirmed
Firebrick (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12943439&postcount=714)|Haruki|Confirmed
GM|Goblin Music|
Gordon|Phantom|Presumed dead Missing
Greg (http://bit.ly/xFYUMf)|Firefox|Confirmed
Haruki (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12943439&postcount=714)|Haruki|Confirmed
Hatter|The Alexandrian|x
Hatteress (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13337816&postcount=1354)|The Alexandrian|x
Jack Empty (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13001671&postcount=866)|Murkus|Confirmed
Kal'selthezaar (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13157112&postcount=1030)|Kid Kris|Security Officer
Karyana cas Timoliir kynet Loarna|C'nor|x
Lily (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13299901&postcount=1218)|Harnel|o
Megan (http://bit.ly/wOQzzx)|Mindfreak|Confirmed
Moff 4 (http://bit.ly/waeLZr)|HT|Confirmed
Mr.Bunbun|ApeofLight|
Nephrim (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12868329&postcount=410)|Earl of Purple|Confirmed
Orrey (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13285211&postcount=1171)|Murkus|Confirmed
Rot (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12869751&postcount=432)|VampireRot|Confirmed
Seltz (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12935307&postcount=667)|iElf|Confirmed
Shayan Vermoss (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12977941&postcount=801)|Slii Arhem|o
Stu|Reinholdt|x
Valente|Gulaghar|x
Xavier|Billtodamax|
Zefir (http://bit.ly/xRXCE7)|Zefir|Confirmed
[/table]
x = seen in the base since the revolution, membership not confirmed
o = new member in the process of filling out forms, background checks, etc
missing = seen elsewhere in the Nexus, but not in AMEN, since the revolution, or otherwise known IC to be missing
blank = character in deadtime

(last updated June 6, 2012)

OOC NOTES & RULES
For the sake of variety, these rules will be listed in the form of Russian reversals. Wanna know why? Because I WAS BORED.

In Soviet Russia, AMEN base doesn’t destroy YOU!!
In Soviet Russia, godmodding aren’t allowed to YOU!!
In Soviet Russia, spam doesn’t post YOU!!
In Soviet Russia, t3h s3cks drop curtains on YOU!!

HOW TO JOIN
"One of the first things that are to change is a revamping of the membership process. No longer are they to be blood pacts. The forms will be standard and require a fair bit more than just a name."

"Furthermore, just signing them does not guarantee a place in AMEN. After that there will be a background check, followed by an interview with me. Then, if it feels like their goals and such line up with AMEN's, that's when they get in." It's a process designed to know your co-workers better!

"That said, old members will have to go through a similar process to retain their membership. A form filled out and an interview. However, unlike incoming members, acceptance is not contingent upon a decision, but rather simple completion. So former members are in no real jeopardy of losing their place here." So long as they actually do turn in the form and talk to Ilph. No more strangers and non-members loitering around. That's just outright silly in so many ways!

Link (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=12832237&postcount=254) (updated Mar 5, 2012)

ABOUT HENCHMEN
NPC Henchmen for the most part can be godmodded, however, the named henchmen are reserved for ThePhantom to control.

Standard henchmen attack uniform.http://zecarioca.net/Imagens2010/AMEMSoldier.png by MethosH, from the Nexus webcomic.

NPC Henchmen
There are 147 npc henchman, each with a css color designation such as DarkRed, LimeGreen, and Cyan. Pink is the only henchwoman and seems to be the supervisor over the rest, though she still ranks below the named henchmen. Nobody but Gordon really knows what made them take the job at AMEN, but it must have been good.

Named Henchmen
Rogar: Head Henchman, manages the henchmen. Fights with electrostaff. Kicked out
Sweetums: Head Ogre Usher, most powerful fighter of henchmen. Makes the very nice fudge. Trainer
Pete: Henchman of Naval business. Insane, thinks he's a pirate, always talks like one. Kicked out
Mr E: Spymaster of henchmen. No telling what he looks like.

(updated Mar 8, 2012)

ABOUT MECHANO-PANTHERS by Mindfreak
Mechano-Panthers patrol the halls of AMEN(And some important rooms, like the Main Room) and are basically godmoddable by anyone with a character in AMEN. However, I'd rather you not have them do anything past their programming, which is:
1) Subdue intruder with instant drying cement foam
2) If 1 is not possible, kill intruder with razor sharp metal claws and spiked tail
3) Bring body to torture room or to BioLab(if dead)

The cement foam dissolves from a solvent that the panthers also have.

Also, the panthers will listen to any AMEN member and will go after any people that come in that are not being accompanied by a current AMEN member. They're made of titanium as well, and are as strong and as fast as a normal panther. They will ignore orders from AMEN members if given a conflicting order from Ilpholin, and unknown to Ilpholin they will ignore an order from Ilpholin if given a conflicting one from Megan.

Any questions?

[Hattish Thing]

Front

Essentially very tall boots. Marciano is wearing a billowing tightly closed blue trench coat however. Marciano awaits a response to his grand entrance.

Reposted for new thread. :smallsmile:

[UncleWolf]

Front Door

Magma Balcony

"Can't wait to meet your friends," Moff says. :smallsmile:

Below the balcony, the lava is all lava-y. Yet somehow nobody chokes on fumes or bursts into flames because convection schmonvection.

Magma Balcony

Taul gives them a flashing smile before pulling a phone out of his pocket and giving a call. "Yeah, come on over. And be sure to dress as hot as possible. Give them a show." He says with a smirk before turning to the Moffs. "They're on the way." He says with a grin.

A few minutes later, there'll be a big flash of light as Taul's friends arrive with a big black slab of stone. The first who'll attract the Moffs' attention is a dark tan man covered in red and blue tattoos. He's muscular, more so than Taul, and has long goatee, but no other hair on his head. He's wearing just a blue pair of swimming trunks and an amused smile.

And of more minor note to the Moffs are a pair of well-built women. Arla is also an elf, but has tanned skin compared to Taul's pale, and with bright blonde hair, wearing a tye-died one-piece. Anna, the final member of the party, has shoulder length curly dark brown hair, a pair of glasses, pale skin, and a red bikini.

"Moffs, meet my friends." Taul says with a grin.

[happyturtle]

Magma Balcony

The Moffs meet one another's eyes, and come to an agreement.

"You're in." Moff says to Aliz, the male combat mage. "Welcome to AMEN."

"You two are admitted on a probationary basis, until Stu can have a look at you."

"Neither of us can judge female hotness."

"Probably because it doesn't exist."

"Stu seems to think it does."

"Stu's brain is made of pollen."

"Point."

"So what's with the rock?"


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Front Door


Door

Marciano is manually disguised. He's a master. Marciano is a disguised as a tall, tan, Spaniard. He is disguised to be pretty hot. He bows and flourishes his tall hat. Hello monsieurs, My name is Marciano L'ouvre. I've come to join your establishment. His Spanish accent rattles.


Front

Essentially very tall boots. Marciano is wearing a billowing tightly closed blue trench coat however. Marciano awaits a response to his grand entrance. :smalltongue:

"As you can see by our sign, we admit only hotties."

"I don't think he can see the sign."

"Why not?"

"The door is open and there's a bunch of people in the doorway."

"Huh, good point."

"Thank you, Moff."

"You're welcome, Moff."

"If you could see the sign, you would see that we admit hotties only."

"And we require proof."

"Of hotness."

"Which means..."

"... take it off!"

Foolish disguised!Marciano. Beings as shallow as the Moff collective are looking for hot bodies, not bodies covered in trenchcoats!

[UncleWolf]

Moffocracy - Magma Balcony

"The block contains some dangerous trash we need to get rid of, and we figured this was the best way how." Taul admits. "If you excuse us for a moment, we want to make sure the trash stays quiet till it's disposed of." He tells the Moffs before nodding to the others. Each one begins to chant in their own different language under their breaths, and after a moment, visible shackles of energy constrict around the block, each attached to their caster.

With the final restraints cast, they knock the block over the side and into the magma pit, the chains extending as it falls.

[Hattish Thing]

Door

I can't I recently sustained a horrid injury. However I do in fact have a picture. Marciano pulls out a picture that shows him at the beach with his shirt off. He has sexy abs. The man in the picture is a different person. Marciano has managed to disguise himself as the man perfectly. I require constant warmth. My magic cloak is my medicine. I cannot remove it. I apologize. That picture is me about a year ago before I received my injury. Marciano smiles exposing his perfectly white shimmering teeth. The Spaniard's handsome face shines. However my arms are not injured. Marciano exposes a very well muscled arm and flexes.

[happyturtle]

Magma Balcony

The Moffs do not interrupt the ceremony, merely gazing in wonder. At Taul and Aliz.

Front Door

"I can't help but notice that your knees are in the wrong place."

"Not to mention your hips."

"And your arms are awfully short."

"Way shorter than the picture guy."

"And, ewww... horrid injury."

"DO NOT WANT."

The Moffs are not normally this perceptive, but when it comes to the male form, they're... kind of experts. Mere mundane disguise will not persuade them that an ugly halfling is a hot human. Some form of holography or light-bending tech or magic would probably work. They're not immune to all magic - just mind affecting sorts.

((Sorry to keep thwarting your characters, but the Moffs are kind of single-minded about this sort of thing. Don't worry, their "rule" over AMEN isn't destined to last much longer, and then I imagine it will be business as usual when it comes to getting new members in.))

[Hattish Thing]

Sigh...OK, Nevermind.

[Chaotic Bob]

[The Lava Place]

The obsidian block suddenly finds itself in lava.
Undoubtedly this is very uncomfortable, due to high heat levels.

Probably even more unpleasant for things inside, due to thermodynamic rules.
Has to be like the evil version of a sauna.

As far as destruction goes...
Either due to its magical origin, or the simple fact that obsidian's melting point is much higher than lava can manage, the block seems fairly stable.
But it still isn't recommended to touch it.

[UncleWolf]

Moffocracy - Magma Balcony

After a few minutes, Arla looks down. "Think she's gone?" She asks idly, knowing the answer already.

"Is it ever this easy?" Aliz answers.

"Nope." Anna finishes as Taul looks at the Moffs. "So, you said something about AMEN Jackets, cards, and rings?" He asks with a grin. "We'll be here for another hour or so, but I'm sure you can get our measurements."

[Mindfreak]

Front Door - Moffocracy
Megan's mechanical owl flies from its perch and goes to one above the front door to get a better shot of the Moffs.

[happyturtle]

Magma Balcony

"Woah."

"Someone is in there?"

"And you just executed her?"

"That is cold."

Moff 101 smacks 102 upside the head. "I think you mean hot."

"Uh, yeah."

"So... measurements, gentlemen?" :smallamused:

Both Moffs pull out tape measures.

Doorway

The Moffs are deadtimed for Thorium and the droids.

((It's currently not very difficult at all to get into the AMEN base. It is difficult to do it by trying to fool the Moffs by having someone pretend to be hot who isn't. Though... there isn't really much to do once you're inside, other than toss people into the valcano. :smalltongue:))

[RandomPoster]

Outside the Base- Moffocracy

Thorium, LIN and HK probably arrive about now, Thorium leading the way to the door and knocking sharply to get the attention of whoever's still inside.

((Sorry for the delay))

HK-47 lets out an electronic sighing sound as Thorium is forced to strip for the Moffs. Humans will force each other through any sort of degrading task, these days. HK-47 is up for humiliating meatbags on any day of the week, but it likes to do it stylishly.

The LIN begins cursing in droidspeak furiously as the door shuts before the droids can enter.

"Threatening Demand: Open the door, meatbags! Or I'll given you something to kiss!" He shouts, charging up the cryogenic energy projector cannon.

[UncleWolf]

Moffocracy - Magma Chamber

After the measurements, Taul and Arla feel an inward twinge when the last piece of life inside the block vanishes. "Alright, crush it." He orders. With a flick of magical powers, the chains thicken and tighten around the block. The sound of the rock breaking is muffled beneath the thick semi-solid, but eventually the magical chains draw back up into their owners.

"Good riddance." Arla spits as Taul looks back at the Moffs. "So, mind if we place a few jokes in case Gordon and the others come back? I'm sure you'll find it all tasteful."

[happyturtle]

Moffocracy - Magma chamber

"Gordon's not coming back."

"Definitely not a hottie."

"We won't let him in."

"Certainly not."

"But just in case..."

"Couldn't hurt!"

"We filled his office with popcorn."

"And then the base caught on fire, so it's probably all popped by now."

"Tried to sabotage the cloning labs, but Mr E locked us out."

"Wish we could get rid of him."

"He's a jerk."

"No sense of humour."

"And probably ugly, since no one is allowed to see him."

"For srs."

I... think that's a 'sure, go ahead.' :smallconfused:

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Doorway

*paused for TE*

[UncleWolf]

AMEN

"Sweet. We just have to get some more of our equipment in here then. Can you all spraypaint?" He asks as he gives a nod to Anna as she snickers before pulling out a cellphone from somewhere in her bikini. "Yeah, all's good. Send the carepackage."

If allowed to, there'll be a flash of light as a big duffel bag with the Remnant symbol on it is teleported in.

[happyturtle]

Magma Room

Both Moffs shudder in revulsion when Anna pulls a cell phone out of her bikini, as it reminds them of body parts under the bikini that they'd rather not think about. :smallyuk:

"Sure, we can spraypaint."

"What do you have in mind?"

[UncleWolf]

Magma Room

"You can spraypaint anything you want." Taul says with a grin before tossing cans of spraypaint to the moffs. "It's magically permanent and changes to any color you want."

After passing a few other cans out to the other Remnants and the Moffs, he tosses the enchanted bag into the lava. When it touches, the Magma should explode into a rainbow of colors as it gets enchanted, turning the molten rock into a rainbow of glittering colors.

"So, ready?" He asks with another grin.

[happyturtle]

Magma Balcony >> Main Room

The Moffs take spraypaint and start going. One of them is doing fairly juvenile graffiti - crude, poorly drawn body parts. The other is doing a very good version of Botticelli's Birth of Venus on the wall behind the television - with Taul in the starring role and Moffs as the others.

[ThirdEmperor]

Front Door

Still holding the door open, Thorium signals for HK-47 to stop. No sense in causing trouble, at least not until he has a better understanding of the situation. Namely, the answer to one very important question;

"What is this 'kiss' you speak of?":smallconfused:

Prometheus's Lab

The anti-teleport generator here is briefly powered down, re-activating a moment later. If anyone can sense such things, they might notice a brief spike in energy as something is teleported out of the lab.

[UncleWolf]

Around the Base

Staying in pairs (Azil and Arla, Taul and Anna), the Remnants begin to roam the hallways, spraypainting lines of multicolor permanent paint and words such as "Remnant Wuz Here." on the walls to in the Main Room, right behind the couch facing the TV.

When faced with the bathrooms, they do something special. Every roll of toilet paper they find is lightly coated in itching powder and they'll pour blue dye in all the body wash and shampoo. For a final touch, they put superglue in some of the toothpaste tubes.

They'll do this over the course of a half hour and eventually meet back up in the Main Room, grinning and laughing.

[happyturtle]

Front Door

Moff 103 begins to quote poetry by Robert Burns:
"Humid seal of soft affections,
Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.
Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion's birth, and infants' play,
Dove-like fondness, chaste concession,
Glowing dawn of brighter day.
Sorrowing joy, adieu's last action,
Ling'ring lips, -- no more to join!
What words can ever speak affection
Thrilling and sincere as thine!"

Moff 104 takes the direct route and attempts to demonstrate by kissing Thorium.

[The Alexandrian]

[Outside the Main Base - Not Now, as well]

"Hey you should have told that befor. It's a reflex for me to do this."

Evil mages transforming or summoning big monsters. COMMON! She also may notice that he just stoped in another try to throw one in while she was speaking.

When she comes down to Zefir,he has a good image of her mouth and when she goes to open it. He watched her while speaking. Just the moment befor she opens her mouth he throws another dummy.

She also may not see it, but Zefir is also manipulating the air around the bomb, causing it to ignore part of the breath. This should make the grenade less effected by the breath. The throw is again very precise, after all his life was often bound to such a throw a mistake could cost him his life. And the conditions right now aren't so bad, even if the breath cause him to cover his face with one hand.

[Outside the Main Base - Waaay Far Back in the Past]

Manipulation of air! Air bending! Geeze! That sure is a neat power Zefir has got right there! Best of all, it'll work perfectly! Clarissa recoils involuntarily as the dummy spins straight down her gullet. She sticks out her long, violet, forked tongue in mild disgust.

"Eww! These things taste so nasty! Have you ever sampled one?"

No, Clarissa. I highly doubt Zefir has.

"You obviously don't need any more practice on lobbing grenades into my mouth. Let's try something...different."

Without warning or waiting for a response, Dragon Clarissa's tail whips out toward Zefir, attempting to coil around him like a snake and squeeze him tight. If he is caught, it might get awfully hard to breathe really quickly.

That's alright, though! Clarissa will gladly release Zefir if she manages to restrain him if he displays signs of being close to suffocation!

In the meantime, there are attempted mock-smotherings for Zefir! Clarissa does her best to feign malicious intentions.

[D_Lord]

Main Room

D's fairly short (when not being obsessive about something) attention span finally gets back to making it really steamy in the base. As in hot, boil your skin off, steamy. Lava comes pumping out the glowing hold in the main room and hits the water, coming from the other hole.

[happyturtle]

Main Room

The Moffs enjoy the steam at first, but when it reaches dangerous levels, they abscond, likely with Taul and his gang accompanying them.

[Zefir]

[Outside the Main Base - Waaay Far Back in the Past]

Manipulation of air! Air bending! Geeze! That sure is a neat power Zefir has got right there! Best of all, it'll work perfectly! Clarissa recoils involuntarily as the dummy spins straight down her gullet. She sticks out her long, violet, forked tongue in mild disgust.

"Eww! These things taste so nasty! Have you ever sampled one?"

No, Clarissa. I highly doubt Zefir has.

"You obviously don't need any more practice on lobbing grenades into my mouth. Let's try something...different."

Without warning or waiting for a response, Dragon Clarissa's tail whips out toward Zefir, attempting to coil around him like a snake and squeeze him tight. If he is caught, it might get awfully hard to breathe really quickly.

That's alright, though! Clarissa will gladly release Zefir if she manages to restrain him if he displays signs of being close to suffocation!

In the meantime, there are attempted mock-smotherings for Zefir! Clarissa does her best to feign malicious intentions.

[Outside the Main Base - The day befor yesterday...preyesterdays?]

Yeah airbending *inconspicuous whistle*, should I mention that it isn't only air. I don't think she would be very glad to hear that Zefir has an item that allows him to controll all elements. See Objects here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10625172&postcount=409). I just scaled it down havin him learning to deal with it and such. He trained very much with it. The irony is noted by me.

"You could say so." I s his short answer to the have you eat that. In fact he has chewing gum bombs he uses while caught. the chewing gum has black powder taste... not really tasty. After all he isn't ready, he didn't had the chance to clean his eyes from her breath.:smallbiggrin:

Zefir won't be able to avoide beeing graped, but he can do one thing. One of his hands will stay down to reach his bag. it's safe to say that there would be something he could use. His other hand is still hold up to safe his face and to be able to touch the tail.

As a matter of fact he has nothing in his bag to help out here.. damn dummy bombs. But he still has his free hand. Yeah! He tries to grap the tail while breathing hard under the squeezing. The part where his hand is starts to get cold, very cold. It should be so cold that the air would freez. Due to the grap and all he won't be able to freez much only a hand size area, but maybe it's enougth to get free. (You know like this I bite you in the hand and the pain release me way) Her dragon skin could still resist this which would cause him being close to suffocation soon.

[UncleWolf]

Main Room

Taul and the other Remnants enjoy the spectacle of the rainbow colored lava hitting the water, but quickly get the hint and leave the base.

[The Alexandrian]

[Outside of the Main Base - The Past Is Now]

Cold? COLD? Freezing cold! Augh! Ah! No! Clarissa doesn't want a frozen tail!

"Meep!"

Dragon!Clarissa shrieks as the acute frost pounds against her insulating scales. She can still feel the bitter energy nip at her heat reserves through her decidedly well-insulated scales. She'll drop Zefir possibly to the ground faster than she performed her tail sweep!

Cold is one of her major, major, easily exploitable weaknesses!

Clarissa opens her powerful maw and breathes fire up and down her sensitive tail several times, whisking the jet of intense heat and light from side to side with great care.

This will last for a couple of minutes. Clarissa needs a moment to mentally and physically recuperate from the heat theft enacted upon her terrifying form.

After that time has elapsed, she'll morph back into Normal!Clarissa.

She's still rubbing the back of her spine gently with her hands.

She could really use a blanket at this instant.

[Zefir]

[Outside of the Main Base - No the now becomes th past in the future.]

Yeah things worked out better then thought... ok he didn't really thought he could escape. After droping down Zefir tries to land without breaking anything. He thinks he could rest now since after all she squeezed him. AS he heares her taking a deep breath for her fire breath Zefir rolls out of the way until he hits a bush. He stops there breathing hard and slowly regaining the power to stand up again.

He just hops she isn't that mad at him, but it was some kind of reflex.

[ThirdEmperor]

Front Door

Well, that philosophical and poetic explanation of the subtle art of kissing really would have been quite helpful, were Thorium not preoccupied by freakin the flip out.

The poor, clueless supersoldier is caught completely off-guard by being dragged into a smooch with the Moff, but he reacts admirably fast, utilizing all his modified strength to quickly try to shove the lecherous 104 off of him and preferably far, far away.

"Bluhg! Gah!" Onomatopoeia! "Get the **** away from me!" Thorium splutters, having quite a bit of trouble thinking clearly, between the pain from his wound and the eight different kinds of panic alarm going off in his brain.

[happyturtle]

Front Door

:yuk:

Moff 104 is pushed away. He hits 103, and they both go to the ground. Moff 104 is making horrible faces and spitting and gagging. "Blugh! You are like the worst. kisser. EVER! You're like the ANTI-BUTLER!"

He finally decides the **** with this, and dives through a portal to look for something very very strong.

Moff 103 gets back to his feet. "Er, on the advice of my fellow me, I will waive the second kiss." Moff scribbles a note and hands it to Thorium. "If anyone else who looks like me offers to kiss you, show them this. Please."


"Do not kiss EVER. Not even then. SO not worth it."

Once Thorium and the droids enter, Moff 103 will lock the door again.

Inside, they'll find the base vandalized as in previous posts. The main room is too hot for human life forms. Possibly too hot for genetically engineered supersoldiers as well, since presumably they still are mostly made of water. I doubt even Prometheus could work out a way for non-magical beings to survive at magma temperatures without an external cooling suit, but I could be wrong.

It's a shame too, because The Birth of Taul is very well done, and now no one can see it until the room is habitable again. :smallfrown:

[The Alexandrian]

[Outside of the Main Base - No the now becomes th past in the future.]

Yeah things worked out better then thought... ok he didn't really thought he could escape. After droping down Zefir tries to land without breaking anything. He thinks he could rest now since after all she squeezed him. AS he heares her taking a deep breath for her fire breath Zefir rolls out of the way until he hits a bush. He stops there breathing hard and slowly regaining the power to stand up again.

He just hops she isn't that mad at him, but it was some kind of reflex.

[Outside of the Unpolluted, Non-defaced, Non-hazardous, and Styling Base of the Past]

Nah! Clarissa won't be infuriated on account of Zefir's counterattack. She actually thinks it was kind of ingenious to use her second easiest exploitable weakness against her! So everything is fine! Unless Zefir goes around blabbing the secret to every single person who resides in the Nexus. That would make her job much more difficult as she would have to adjust her battle strategies and methods in response to the newly emerging threat!

Sparring's point is to train people how to protect themselves/beat up the other guy in comparatively safe environments. Discomfort is standard fare in battle simulations.

Clarissa stands where she once stood as a dragon, continuing to rub her back in mild distress. It is nothing to worry about, really.

Though a coat would be more than valuable to her right about now.

So she conjures one up out of thin air! It is a faux fur coat, made entirely of synthetic fibers that are eco-friendly and just as fashionable as the real thing if not more so!

"C-c-cold!"

"Y-you have proven that y-you c-c-can handle yourself well enough to receive a d-dragon egg."

Clarissa shivers.

She could go for a warm bath.

Hmm... First give Zefir the egg, then go take a long, hot shower! This has the makings of an exemplary plan!

"Follow me."

Clarissa turns around and starts walking back toward the base! Straight to her room, more specifically!

[Zefir]

[Outside the Past base getting Into the past Base]

A weakness? Oh my God...TO THE WALL! Eh yea let's say he don't really see it as a weakness just a lucky moment for him. Hopefully she won't try to intimidate him.

He follows right after her still breathing hard.

[The Alexandrian]

[Clarissa's Dungeon Room - The Past]

Clarissa will proceed to trudge to this location, then! She halts outside of it, patting herself down in an attempt to scour her body for her room key, an attempt which appears to be doomed to failure-

No! Wait! She's got it! She plucks her key out of one of the large, compartmentalized inner pockets of her shirt!

Hold it! No shirts Clarissa owns have inner pockets! Those shirts would be far too drab and unfashionable (not to mention ugly on her).

So she pulled it out of her body, then. She stores keys exactly like she does most other items she finds in her possession.

"I'm going to go into that room. You can accompany me if you wish, on the condition that you don't wander off and get lost."

Clarissa unlocks and opens the door to her sunny, hot lair!

It is a tad empty in here at the moment.

Save a marble pedestal shaped like a hand cradling a blue-spotted dragon's egg which Clarissa will attempt to pass to Zefir.

"I don't know about you, but I need a shower. You can tag along if you want to talk to me more about stuff, but you'll need to resist the urge to scream if I happen to pipe in water that melts your eyeballs out, okay? I only say that because I'll be flooding my stall with steam fresh out of the lava water heating and purification system we've implemented."

"At least, I think that's what it is..."

The yet again confused Clarissa then trots off to dip herself in the closest thing she can attain to water-lava. Zefir can now choose to follow her or leave with his dragon egg!

[Zefir]

[Clarissa's Dungeon Crawling- The Past]

"Actually I would need a shower as well, but just in case I can't stand such a heat. I'm still a human after all. And if you flood the whole room i'm sure I won't survive. So Even if I liked to talk to you I think I should go. Alive is better than dead."

He will tend to leave with the egg if he did understand her right. I don't think cooked Zefir tasts well.

[The Alexandrian]

[Off to the Showers and the Future!]

Actually, Clarissa wasn't planning on filling the whole room to the brim with piping hot steam. She was only going to pack her region of the showers with it. The bath room is large enough for something going on at one end of it not to harm the other, I do believe from my impression of it.

Plus, Clarissa wouldn't intentionally offer Zefir something that would definitely hurt him.

"Suit yourself. You're only going to make me enjoy that hot, steamy room all on my lonesome."

"Catch you later!"

Clarissa begins to casually stroll away! Off to the showers!

[Zefir]

[After Missunderstanding in Clarissa's Room]

Actually I really thought she steams up the room. Yeah that would have cause mayn damage. He will go to his room.

Eh what size has the egg? I mean he don't really wants to leave it but if irs to big he can't really carry it along the whole time.

[ThirdEmperor]

Just Past the Entrance

"It's not a skill I've practiced, nor intend to! In fact, it's absolutely disgusting." Thorium snaps, taking the card and leaning up against the wall to regain his breath... Rib fractures, no matter how thin, hurt.

And technically speaking, Prometheus might be able to design such a creature, given enough time, but any lifeform that could survive in magma or similar climes would be nowhere near human- more likely a mineral based lifeform with a heat-resistant exoskeletal carapace. Nor for that matter could they be made any larger than, say, an insect. In short, possible but probably not efficient.

For now, Thorium waits for HK.

Security Room

One of Prometheus's supersoldiers arrives here, giving a sharp rap on the door. Unless someone answers quickly or the door is somehow locked, the armored clone will just push the door open and walk inside, the knock little more than a warning in case the henchmen have already set up entrenchments.

[Reinholdt]

Security Room

The door is locked, actually, and rather surprisingly.

Inside can be heard the sound of some rather uproarious laughter, and... the distant sound of explosions? :smallconfused:

One of the voices is more mechanical than the other.

[happyturtle]

Security Room

Some of the laughter sounds rather Moffish as well.

"Oh man... and then the fire started... FWOOSH!" :smallbiggrin:

[The Alexandrian]

[Somewhere in AMEN's Past]

The egg? Oh, that's roughly the size of a human head. As long as Zefir keeps it moderately warm, the precious little baby dragon dwelling inside of it will live. There is one rule clarifying this point that must be followed at all times. Don't put the egg in an environment where the heat levels are lower than what they are at room temperature. That will cause the baby dragon to die. After it hatches, that won't be much of an issue, but as is, the helpless thing can't generate enough heat all on its own to keep itself comfortably warm. Clarissa went over all of this stuff with Zefir already, so I doubt any harm will come to the dragon egg.

I have a plan for an event which shall occur when the egg hatches too! It is going to bond the dragon to Zefir forever on top of being unbelievably cute! :smallbiggrin:

Off in the AMEN washroom, Clarissa showers! Soapy suds are all the rage in showers, so Clarissa has a ton of them coating her from head to toe!

[Zefir]

[Somewhere in AMEN's Past]

Having the ability to manipulate the elements I bet he won#t have that much of a problem also he could train his skills since even the small thing he used in the fight cost a huge amount of power. So we'r done now and chars merge back to there real one which in his case means back to Outside.

[The Bushranger]

[Security Hallway]

There's the sound of time and space rending as a shadowspace window - which looks suspiciously like a Stargate hyperspace window, except leading to the Plane of Shadows instead of hyperspace, of course - opens.

Becky, in her slinky new outfit, steps out, then looks back to await the arrival of her Mistress.

Oh, and that other minion she keeps forgetting the name of. Val somethingorother. :smalltongue:

[Hattish Thing]

Door

Well, Marciano and Grantaire are back! Except now it seems they have made quite a huge profit. The pair of kleptomaniac halflings walk up to the door and knock. Marciano looks nothing like he used to. Now he's dressed in extremely expensive clothes. He wears a silver satin pair of trousers, along with a belt made of real gold. The halflings hat is even bigger! And now decked out in peacock feathers. The halfling has a new bright blue tailed petticoat with real platinum buttons. Each of the buttons have Marciano's own insignia printed on them. He wears a silk orange cape with red outlines. The halfling has clean white gloves with silver buttons. The halfling has his hair perfectly cleaned and tied in a ponytail. However the halflings eyes are covered by deep shades. The halfling knocks on the door loudly, Knock, Knock! The halfling even walks differently. He smokes a very long cigar. Grantaire is dressed in a halfling trenchcoat and carries a set of keys.

[happyturtle]

Door

The sign remains on the door


AMEN: Under new management.
Membership open to hotties only.

But no one answers. At least no Moff answers. I suppose Thorium might choose to.

[Reinholdt]

[Security Hallway]

There's the sound of time and space rending as a shadowspace window - which looks suspiciously like a Stargate hyperspace window, except leading to the Plane of Shadows instead of hyperspace, of course - opens.

Becky, in her slinky new outfit, steps out, then looks back to await the arrival of her Mistress.

Oh, and that other minion she keeps forgetting the name of. Val somethingorother. :smalltongue:

[Security Hallway]

Ilpholin does pull Valente along, yes. Not that he needs encouragement. She steps out of the portal and takes a quick look around.

Takes note of the supersoldier at the Security room entrance.
"You're dismissed private." She'll tell him.

Before glancing at Becky. "Inside the room there if you would, please?"

[Gullara]

[Security Hallway]

Yes, Valente has indeed followed along, more than willingly. He stands ready to do whatever Ilpholin asks, especially protecting her.

[The Bushranger]

[Security Hallway]

Becky nods, and will rend time and space to the Shadow Plane to take them directly to the desired room!

[ThirdEmperor]

Security Room

"I don't take orders from you." Barry replies, although even before the portal opened behind him he was turning to leave anyway. They did promise to go away quietly after all, and with the henchmen squarely upon Ilpholin's side, there's little point in breaking that promise.

At least according to the commanders there isn't. The actual soldiers would love nothing more than an excuse to wreak some havoc on the way out... But unless such an excuse is provided, Barry will indeed leave AMEN's new leader to her business.

[Reinholdt]

Security Room

Ilpholin watches Barry go for a bit, before stepping into the room proper.

And giving Stu a proper beating after getting hit on a bit. Primarily just to get him out of the way for now. She's got things to do. She also tells Moff to move, though in a far less painful way. After asking Happy, he does.

Anyways, Ilph hits the base intercom button after getting the room occupants to stay silent for 1 minute. No easy feat with AMENites, but somehow it gets done. The intercom crackles.

"Ahem. Attention. For those of you were somehow not at the grand battle of the century, the results are in. I, Ilpholin, am your new leader from this point forth. Now, I understand that in this trying and exciting time you probably have many questions. And they will get answered in due time."

"For now, simply know that all contracts Gordon has made previously, with exception to the one resulting in me taking command, are now null and void. Do not worry. This does not mean your place in AMEN is gone, with the due exception of Prometheus and Company, who are leaving as per the agreement. But for the rest of you who worked directly under Gordon, you now have a choice."

"You may at any time between now and tomorrow leave peacefully if you so choose. The rest of you who stay should contact me in my office tomorrow morning and we will do what we can to ensure your place as a bright, productive member of AMEN is secure."

"In the meantime, though, there will be a celebration held in one hour to usher in the new age. Get your party hats on and let's party like only AMEN knows how!"

That ends the message broadcast to the base. Of course, Ilpholin will have to repeat it once everyone actually gets back from the field, but those who stayed back in the first place are the ones who needed to know the most.

She'll turn to Valente. "Head around the base and keep an eye out for trouble. The really bad kind, not the good kind."

She turns to Becky and points at a nearby monitor displaying the Main Room. Of course, Ilpholin can't see anything in there. It's all just steam covering the lens. "Check that out real quick. Be wary."

[Hattish Thing]

Door

Marciano continues to knock.

[happyturtle]

Security Room

Moff 101 looks at Ilpholin with his jaw dropped. So that's where everyone was!

Gordon... dethroned? Prometheus... gone?

That has got to be the best news ever! Good enough to be willing to relinquish the Moffocracy. Moff doesn't even make a peep.

"Yes ma'am!" he says, and pulls a hat out of nowhere.

It is a nice hat.

http://dreamhats.com/images/thumbs/0000242.jpg

[The Bushranger]

Security Room


She turns to Becky and points at a nearby monitor displaying the Main Room. Of course, Ilpholin can't see anything in there. It's all just steam covering the lens. "Check that out real quick. Be wary."

Becky, having listened intently (and with a good bit of awe) nods, and salutes.
"You got it."

...and to the main room, she heads. Cautiously.

...if by 'cautious' you mean 'plummeting out of shadowspace onto a shadow disc in the middle of the main room about five feet off the floor'...

[Gullara]

[Security Room]

"Will do." Valente lights up at the chance to please Ilpholin. He immediately sets off to patrol the base. Or the front most parts at least. No use getting lost again. <.<

[Reinholdt]

[Security Room]

Ilpholin stays here for now, slumping into a chair with a sigh and leaning against the wall.

She glances at Moff.
"Nice hat."

But otherwise rests for a bit.

[happyturtle]

Security Room

"Thanks!" Moff says. "You should have seen it, Ilphy, this guy totally blew himself up inside a pillow fort!" :smallbiggrin:

Assuming Ilpholin still has a phone, and it's still operational, a text message is coming through on it.

Otherwise, not. :smalltongue:

[D_Lord]

Security Room



Becky, having listened intently (and with a good bit of awe) nods, and salutes.
"You got it."

...and to the main room, she heads. Cautiously.

...if by 'cautious' you mean 'plummeting out of shadowspace onto a shadow disc in the middle of the main room about five feet off the floor'...

Ummm, the main room is full of lava and water and boil your flesh off steam right now. She may not want to go in there now.

[Mindfreak]

Main Room
((When did that happen?:smallconfused:))
Anyways, if there is that stuff in the Main Room, that means Megan has set up a small barricade to prevent the lava and water from going into the portal into the BioLab(Property of Megan and Seltz).
However, Becky might notice that the security measures for the portal's entrance has been increased. She heard Magtok was in the battle but not his exact role. And seeing how Magtok provided the labspace for her...this was a logical idea in her mind.
Such security measures are several panther bots guarding it.

[ThePhantom]

Atlantis Base

The atlantis base, part of AMEN, but mostly forgotten. The key word is mostly. Gordon had sent a number of henchmen down here to run the place, and they are the primary occupents.

Now, Rogar, Sweetums, and the ogre henchmen carrying Gordon's body are teleported here.

"Alright, let's get him to the healing pool."
"But Rogar, he dead. Pool can't fix that."
"True, it can't fix death, but he isn't dead. Not yet, so get him into the pool."

With these instructions, the ogres lower Gordon into the pool of healing water found within this seat of villainy. There, he will have the needed healing he requires to survive, and where he will wait, for his return.

[The Bushranger]

Ummm, the main room is full of lava and water and boil your flesh off steam right now. She may not want to go in there now.

In that case, a force-field bubble protects the shadowcaster the moment she pops into the room.

[Reinholdt]

Security Room

Ilpholin does have a phone!
She did not bring it to the fight with her. That'd just be silly. She'll get the message when she returns to her room where it is.

"Is that why the Main Room's camera is all messed up?" She asks Moff. Seems a reasonable explanation.

In the meantime, she waits for Becky to get back from interacting with non-sentient heat and gas. Wait, wait.

[The Bushranger]

[Security Room]

Becky, accompanied by a cloud of steam, returns via shadowspace after a few minutes.

"Did you know somebody broke our water main, pumped the valcano's lava into the base, and dumped the contents of the former onto the latter?

Oh, and they slipped some shrooms into the lava while they were at it, too."

[happyturtle]

Security Room


Ilph, you ok? On my way, but the portal back was full of steam, so am on foot with a bunch of other members. Love, D

"No, the steam came later. Something was messing with the base and making it cold, so the Monster in the Walls decided to make it warm instead." Moff says.

[Reinholdt]

Security Room

Ilpholin sighs and rubs her head a bit.

"Alright. First thing to do is to shut off the water to that area."

Ilpholin says, starting to look around the room for some sort of water blueprints thing. Which is somewhat silly, while also making sense.

"Gotta a be a boiler room or something where we can do that. Stupid changing base thing. Alright. After that, we need to create a temporary work around for people coming back to the base so that they can get inside. How long can you maintain your shadow portals Becky?"

[FireFox]

Greg teleports into the main room. And then starts screaming in pain as the steam scalds his defenseless skin. But he tries to use his telekinetic ability to control gases and liquids to either blast it all out of a window or create a barrier for himself.

[The Bushranger]

Security Room

"Dunno." Becky smiles a bit as she hears the distant screams! "They're different now. But I'm guessing maybe thirty-three minutes. Don't ask how I know that."

[Reinholdt]

Security Room -> Her room

"Yeah ok. You go and play door-lady for now. I'll go deal with the water." Ilpholin says, finally finding what she was looking for.

Hmm... better contact Magtok too. She heads out of the Security Room for now and to hers to get her phone.

Hey! A text!
She texts back.

I'm fine. Lava filling Main Room. Working on the problem now.

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Phone


Thank Tyr! I was worried you'd teleported into the steam!

You were amazing, btw. See you soon.

Ilpholin will discover two other Moffs on her way through the base, both of whom are willing to take direction from her, within reason. (The fourth Moff is still recovering from the trauma of kissing Thorium.) She'll also see plenty of Remnant graffiti.

[Reinholdt]

[Outside Ilph's Room]

Ilph doesn't reply to the text, but does dial Magtok on the phone. Ring ring.

She pauses when she sees the Moff though and while the phone is ringing, asks them. "How would you two like a shroom enhanced lava slide on the Yellow Road thing?"

I wouldn't recommend going down it, but it might be pretty to look at.

[Lord Magtok]

Il-Phone-lin

Magtok answers immediately. Doesn't bother with hellos or anything.

"Already got a clone working on the main room, and the generator's in the MagCave now. Anything else?"

Main Room

A portal opens, leading back out towards the sky, about a hundred feet above some arctic ocean, with icebergs and polar bears and salty waves and everything. Steam starts filtering their way out of the main room and into that portal, but it's moving nowhere near fast enough to make the room safe anytime soon.

Another portal opens up, and we're doing a little better now. Then another, and another, and another, and so on and so forth until there are portals all over the darned place! Some are on the floor so that the lava drips down into it, leading back towards the valcano, whereas others are positioned on the ceiling to catch rising steam and nobody cares where steam winds up so it just goes any old place. While there doesn't seem to be a general pattern or any sort of sense to this convoluted arrangement of technological gateways, progress is still being made, so I guess that's something.

If Greg's barrier or whatever still holds, he might find himself met with a visitor approximately halfway through the lava/steam-dumping process. A MagClone in what seems to be wearing some sort of needlessly flashy, armored, neon green scuba suit steps out of a portal, plodding along right through the molten rock like it isn't even a thing.

"Yo. I'm Haz, MagCave Mystery Meat Squad Leader. The second in command called, something about a heating problem. I told them to put some portals up in this bitch, and that seems to be working for now, but I dunno how soon you'll need it running, so...

-Oh! Right! While I'm here, I should probably help you get to the infirmary before you die, shouldn't I? Here, just step right through this one and then pass out and wait for someone to help you."

The MagClone in the light power armor suit thingy opens up another portal in midair, this one with the infirmary quite clearly visible on the other side.

[iElf]

entry hall

Seltz settles in after coming back, slightly tanned for a change, a cigarette unlit in her mouth. she sits down, going over some more designs on her tablet, including some new ones...she slowly heads ver to the portal to the biolab, not looking where she is going, and not being burned by lava^^

[happyturtle]

Outside Ilph's Room >> Outside Main Room

"Sure."

"We can do that."

The Moffs go head towards the Main Room, getting as close as they can before the lava and steam become a problem, and make a portal to divert more of the lava into eldritch space.


"Yo! Person who isn't looking where they're going! The Main Room got flooded with lava and a broken water main at the same time, so you're wading through lava and breathing skin peeling hot steam! Also the lava is rainbow coloured!"

Which is to say, iElf might want to edit that post to avoid insta-character death. :smalltongue:

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
Seltz might find that entering the portal for the BioLab is different then usual.
As is, there are several panther-bots guarding it though they aren't showing much concern towards her.
But once she goes inside she'll find the inside security clearance is down.
Instead, there's Megan and several more panther-bots. She's in all defense mode right now.
Oh, she'll also be holding a rifle, pointing it at Seltz.
"You the real Seltz or what?"

[Reinholdt]

Il-Phone-lin

Magtok answers immediately. Doesn't bother with hellos or anything.

"Already got a clone working on the main room, and the generator's in the MagCave now. Anything else?"

[Hallway]

"Oh. No, not really. Main Room was it.... oh no wait. Don't forget to bring cake for the party or something." Ilpholin says.

Someone's gotta bring cake!

[ThePhantom]

Atlantis Base

Rogar, with the assistance of Pete, who has been running this place, works at removing all traces of the presence of the room with the healing pool. Meanwhile, Sweetums works at setting up a wall where the entrance to the room once stood. Until Gordon can defend himself, the best defence they have for their employer is secrecy.

[iElf]

BioLab
Seltz might find that entering the portal for the BioLab is different then usual.
As is, there are several panther-bots guarding it though they aren't showing much concern towards her.
But once she goes inside she'll find the inside security clearance is down.
Instead, there's Megan and several more panther-bots. She's in all defense mode right now.
Oh, she'll also be holding a rifle, pointing it at Seltz.
"You the real Seltz or what?"

Seltz holds up her hands "I could say I am , but would you believe it Megan? you've been around clones all your life..."

[FireFox]

Main Room > Infirmary

Greg's psionic barrier is enough to keep the steam and lava from touching him, but convection is still a thing, so he hurries through the portal and into the infirmary. Haz gets a pain-filled grunt of thanks before the young man collapses.

[Lord Magtok]

Il-Phone-lin

"Cake," Magtok repeats quizzically, in a manner that suggests that he might not be entirely comfortable with the idea of handling pastry deliveries for the new head of AMEN.

"How big do you need? Will chocolate work?"

I guess he's willing to go along with this nonsense, though. He wasn't aware there was going to be a party, but as second-in-command that means he's maybe kinda sorta responsible for that party too...right? Ugh, I dunno. I'm just trying to find an explanation for this that sounds slightly less demeaning than the most obvious answer. :smallyuk:

[Reinholdt]

Il-Phone-lin

"I'll trust your judgement in the matter." Cause Ilpholin's not a cake expert! Maybe Magtok is. She doesn't know.

"Ok, I'm going to go plug a leak. Call me if you need anything." Ilpholin says, waiting to see if he had anything he wished to say before she hangs up.

[Lord Magtok]

Il-Phone-Lin

Magtok hangs up the phone. Hopefully he can find a bakery in this gods-forsaken Nexus with a cake ready and waiting before the AMENites starting getting antsy and murder each other to death again.

Main Room

HazMag intends to oversee the whole lava-dumping process to its end, to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. Were he the usual MagClone that hangs around these parts, he'd probably shed a tear for the devastated couch and ruined TV, but being the callous jerkass that he is, HazMag doesn't even bat an eye. To him, it's just furniture, nothing more. Not worth his time.

[Mindfreak]

Seltz holds up her hands "I could say I am , but would you believe it Megan? you've been around clones all your life..."
BioLab
"Answer a question then. What company were we in together and what was our first project together?"
She doesn't lower the rifle.

[iElf]

BioLab
"Answer a question then. What company were we in together and what was our first project together?"
She doesn't lower the rifle.

"Umbrella corp.we were working on a cybernetic War beast, with at least a few genes of cthuluh himself...though only through another experiment there"

[Mindfreak]

"Umbrella corp.we were working on a cybernetic War beast, with at least a few genes of cthuluh himself...though only through another experiment there"
BioLab
Megan lowers the rifle and goes to hug Seltz.
"I missed you so much."

[iElf]

BioLab
Megan lowers the rifle and goes to hug Seltz.
"I missed you so much."

Seltz smiles , and hugs back "I missed you too..." she giggles "I went to a conference on biotechnology in an alternate dimension. place called Japan. I met a team working on a similar project to ours"

[Reinholdt]

Amazing Pipe Room

Ilpholin arrives here. She briefly looks at the mess of pipes and wonders if this isn't the yellow road secretly or something stupid like that.

Of course, it does help all the valves are right over there on the wall. But hell if you're going to figure out where a leak is coming from.

Ilpholin goes and turns off the water going through the Main Room, so that issue is solved for a time being at least.

[Mindfreak]

Seltz smiles , and hugs back "I missed you too..." she giggles "I went to a conference on biotechnology in an alternate dimension. place called Japan. I met a team working on a similar project to ours"
BioLab
"Fun. I've kinda...well...made a completely sentient robot while you were gone and it didn't work out so well..."

[iElf]

BioLab
"Fun. I've kinda...well...made a completely sentient robot while you were gone and it didn't work out so well..."

Seltz grins "really? tell me more...I want to know what happened! did it have emotions?"

[Earl of Purple]

Nephrim's Room

Nephrim hears Ilpholin's announcement and nods slightly. She stands up and exits her room, heading towards the Main Room, which may (?) be empty of death-causing death things by now. Although it's possible that it's been filled with other death-causing death things; this is AMEN, after all. She's in her customary form- an androgynous, angelic-looking child, perhaps nine or ten, with a pair of snow-white wings, pale skin, shoulder-length silver-blonde hair and pure white eyes, with no pupil or iris; yet somehow containing a hint of cruelty. She's wearing robes whose shade matches her wings; although there's some black gemstones of various types sewn into the cuffs and the hem. Also, she's wearing her red rucksack.

[Mindfreak]

Seltz grins "really? tell me more...I want to know what happened! did it have emotions?"
BioLab
"Well that's the thing...I made it so that it would learn emotions through interacting with other people and then I tried to speed up the process...then the **** hit the fan."

[iElf]

BioLab
"Well that's the thing...I made it so that it would learn emotions through interacting with other people and then I tried to speed up the process...then the **** hit the fan."

seltz nods "let me guess...some kind of romantic relationship? that went homicidedly wrong?"

[Mindfreak]

seltz nods "let me guess...some kind of romantic relationship? that went homicidedly wrong?"
BioLab
"She tried to kidnap my girlfriend." :I

[iElf]

BioLab
"She tried to kidnap my girlfriend." :I

Seltz looks at her a little ...downhearted? "...you have a girlfriend?"

[Mindfreak]

Seltz looks at her a little ...downhearted? "...you have a girlfriend?"
BioLab
"For a while now, yes. You wouldn't make your move and ask me out so...I moved on."

[iElf]

BioLab
"For a while now, yes. You wouldn't make your move and ask me out so...I moved on."

"...Seams I was gone too long...i was going to ask you out tonight"

[Mindfreak]

"...Seams I was gone too long...i was going to ask you out tonight"

BioLab
Megan nods.
"I figured that...that's why...well...Megan? Can you come out?"
And thus, another Megan steps out into the open.
"A while ago I went forward in time to a point where you'd finally ask me out. This is me. All she, well I, have to do is to go back in time at the end of it. Which I did."

[iElf]

BioLab
Megan nods.
"I figured that...that's why...well...Megan? Can you come out?"
And thus, another Megan steps out into the open.
"A while ago I went forward in time to a point where you'd finally ask me out. This is me. All she, well I, have to do is to go back in time at the end of it. Which I did."

Seltz holds her head "please...explain as simply as you can... timetravel gives me headaches...especially if it involves clones"

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
"Let's say there was another timeline. In it I reached this point and feeling sad that I disappointed you I made a time machine and went back in time. I told my younger self the exact date that you would ask me out. That past me built a time machine and came to this current point in time to date you. And once she reaches the end of the relationship she will go back in time to the point she left, use a cell rejuvenation technique to reverse the aging process, and continue along the time stream. Because time is indeed a river. It is hard to go upstream, but not impossible."

[iElf]

BioLab
"Let's say there was another timeline. In it I reached this point and feeling sad that I disappointed you I made a time machine and went back in time. I told my younger self the exact date that you would ask me out. That past me built a time machine and came to this current point in time to date you. And once she reaches the end of the relationship she will go back in time to the point she left, use a cell rejuvenation technique to reverse the aging process, and continue along the time stream. Because time is indeed a river. It is hard to go upstream, but not impossible."

Sletzs smiles "I don't really get it, and I'm pretty sure someone mentioned the worlds wibbaly wobbaly in connection with time to me, but whatever. so...megan...would you maybe want to have dinner with me?"

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
Past-Megan(whom we shall call Meg from this point) nods excitedly.
"Yes, so much so."

[iElf]

BioLab
Past-Megan(whom we shall call Meg from this point) nods excitedly.
"Yes, so much so."

Sletzs smiles, and hugs her , but then looks over to Megan "you're from the future...you must have knowledge of future technology..."

[Mindfreak]

Sletzs smiles, and hugs her , but then looks over to Megan "you're from the future...you must have knowledge of future technology..."
BioLab
"Yes...I do. But until it is supposed to be made I cannot make, use, or divulge any information about it, otherwise a paradox with happen and we'll all be screwed."

[The Bushranger]

Becky, meanwhile, heads to the door!
Just outside it, specifically.

[iElf]

BioLab
"Yes...I do. But until it is supposed to be made I cannot make, use, or divulge any information about it, otherwise a paradox with happen and we'll all be screwed."

Seltz nods "ok...what our current project then? and the current AMEN politics?is mister M boss yet?"

[Mindfreak]

Seltz nods "ok...what our current project then? and the current AMEN politics?is mister M boss yet?"
BioLab
"Well...seeing as you've been gone for a while I've put a halt to biological research and focused on my robotics. My current project is something I call the V.D.S., or the Viper Defense System. It's made to protect a large building complex. It uses highly concentrated bursts of electricity to overload a device's electrical system and can be used on even aircraft. This would effectively crash things in the air and even explode missiles in the air before they can do any harm. However...it's still in the designing stage."

[iElf]

BioLab
"Well...seeing as you've been gone for a while I've put a halt to biological research and focused on my robotics. My current project is something I call the V.D.S., or the Viper Defense System. It's made to protect a large building complex. It uses highly concentrated bursts of electricity to overload a device's electrical system and can be used on even aircraft. This would effectively crash things in the air and even explode missiles in the air before they can do any harm. However...it's still in the designing stage."

Seltz nods "hmmm...sound good. two things though...we need to continue on our archangel project....and we need some test pilots when we're done..."

[Mindfreak]

Seltz nods "hmmm...sound good. two things though...we need to continue on our archangel project....and we need some test pilots when we're done..."
BioLab
"Yes, it does indeed sound good. 'Specially since I'm making it. And about the archangel project...I finished the new neural interface months ago. I've just been waiting for you to create the damn thing."

[iElf]

BioLab
"Yes, it does indeed sound good. 'Specially since I'm making it. And about the archangel project...I finished the new neural interface months ago. I've just been waiting for you to create the damn thing."

"well if you turned down the incubator...and I re induce the growth process today...we should have results in a week"

[Mindfreak]

"well if you turned down the incubator...and I re induce the growth process today...we should have results in a week"
BioLab
"Well alright then." she said as she turned down the incubator.
"By the way, Ilpholin is now the leader of AMEN and I heard Magtok was involved in the fight. I don't know what his role was so our security is going to be significantly up for a while until we find out."

[happyturtle]

Outside

The Moffs are coming! The Moffs are coming!

The Moff nearest the front of the mob looks at the sign on the door that Becky neglected to take down.


AMEN: Now under new management
Membership open to hotties only

"Wooo!!" "Awesome!" "Ilpholin is the best dictator EVER!" Moffs all start high-fiving one another at the idea, except for one very serious looking Moff who pushes through the crowd and heads inside to look for their new Glorious Leader.

[iElf]

BioLab
"Well alright then." she said as she turned down the incubator.
"By the way, Ilpholin is now the leader of AMEN and I heard Magtok was involved in the fight. I don't know what his role was so our security is going to be significantly up for a while until we find out."

Seltz nods "I think she and Mag were allies in the fight...I'm not sure what the situation is now. but you're right Meg. we should amp up the security . I'll start rigging up a drone machine if I an. they're cheep, and easily trained "

[Mindfreak]

Seltz nods "I think she and Mag were allies in the fight...I'm not sure what the situation is now. but you're right Meg. we should amp up the security . I'll start rigging up a drone machine if I an. they're cheep, and easily trained "

BioLab
"I don't think we should. If you're right about Ilpholin and Magtok being allies then we need to contact Magtok right now."

[iElf]

BioLab
"I don't think we should. If you're right about Ilpholin and Magtok being allies then we need to contact Magtok right now."

Seltz nods "I'm rigging up the machine afterwards anyway. drones are useful anyway. but yes...let's look for magtok"

[Reinholdt]

Main Room

Ilpholin is inside, overseeing the last of the lava removal. Fortunately it's gone enough that people can actually come inside normally now. Unfortunately, the Main Room is an utter wreck.

Ah well, what can you do?

She'll give a repeat of her earlier message to all returning AMENites. So they are aware of Prom & minions position, Gordon's minions position, and incoming parties.

[Mindfreak]

Seltz nods "I'm rigging up the machine afterwards anyway. drones are useful anyway. but yes...let's look for magtok"
BioLab -> Main Room
"Let's go then."
Two of the panther bots followed her as she went into the main room.
Noticing the lava going bye bye through the barricade she opened the door and saw Ilpholin.
"Hey Ilpholin! Do you know where I could find Magtok?"

[Earl of Purple]

Main Room

Nephrim will attempt to approach Ilpholin, though may be deflected by somebody else. "Greetings Ilpholin. I cannot recall if we have met, but I am Nephrim. You once sparred with my accomplice, Dam'Bul. Though not his current host. Anyway, I wish to congratulate you on your recent victory and associated promotion. I did not witness it, for Pazuzu ordered me elsewhere for another purpose that furthers His aims. Speaking of Pazuzu, if you have a spare moment please contact me. The Demon Lord of the Skies would like to be introduced, though I don't know why."

She's in her customary form- an androgynous, angelic-looking child, perhaps nine or ten, with a pair of snow-white wings, pale skin, shoulder-length silver-blonde hair and pure white eyes, with no pupil or iris; yet somehow containing a hint of cruelty. She's wearing robes whose shade matches her wings; although there's some black gemstones of various types sewn into the cuffs and the hem. Also, she's wearing her red rucksack.

[happyturtle]

Main Room

Srs!Moff gives Ilph a small wave, then starts to help out with the clean up.

[Reinholdt]

Main Room

Ilpholin waves back at srs!Moff.

I'm not horribly sure who her is without a name, but then neither is Ilpholin, so it works out!
"He should be back soon. In the meantime, I can help you. You are... who?"

She turns to Nephrim, who I'm reasonably sure Ilpholin's met.
"Thank you. I will discuss things with him as soon as convenient."

[Earl of Purple]

Main Room

"Excellent. I'll probably be somewhere in the base. Looking for mysterious evil artefacts, researching tomes of forbidden lore, you know; the usual stuff." Since I'm reasonably sure the TV did not survive the steam or the lava.

[The Bushranger]

Outside


The Moffs are coming! The Moffs are coming!

The Moff nearest the front of the mob looks at the sign on the door that Becky neglected to take down.


AMEN: Now under new management
Membership open to hotties only

"Wooo!!" "Awesome!" "Ilpholin is the best dictator EVER!" Moffs all start high-fiving one another at the idea, except for one very serious looking Moff who pushes through the crowd and heads inside to look for their new Glorious Leader.

Beffy, as it is, steps in front of SrsBzmoff with a bit of a frown on her face!
"Sorry, Moff, Moff, Moff, Moff and Moff, P.A., but the main room is kinda uninhabitable for anything less resiliant than a lava slime right now. So I'm gonna have to ask you to state your preferred destination in the base and prepare for shadow transit."

[Mindfreak]

Main Room
"I'm Megan Zero. I made that barricade so nothing would go into the portal to my lab that Magtok gave to me and Seltz. I also made the panther bots guarding it. Anyways, I need to know if you as the new leader of AMEN has any problems with my experiments continuing. If need be I can show you them but until I get an answer I can't continue with my work, since I'm guessing things are going to be changing around here."

[happyturtle]

Outside

Srs!Moff's player already handwaved him in. :smalltongue:

The other Moffs respond:

"Wherever the party is being held."

"Yeah, party!"

"Where are the hotties?"

"Do we get to kill all of Prommy's minions?"

[Reinholdt]

Main Room

"I'll find you later then." Ilpholin tells Nephrim before turning back to Megan Zero.

"Yes, there will be some changes. I will be holding some meetings tomorrow, but if you have some time sensitive experiments, we can go over them now." Ilpholin says, stepping over to follow Megan if she'd like to get them taken care of sooner rather than later.

[Mindfreak]

Main Room -> BioLab
"We have just one time sensitive experiment right now and I'd rather get your DNA and retina information into the security system in there now than later."
She'll move into the BioLab now, revealing many computers and science equipment.
She'll grab a tablet.
"If you simply open your eye to the tablet and press it close we'll get that retina data if that's okay."

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

Ilpholin frowns. A trap, probably. They'd be crazy to do it now, but AMEN doesn't lack in crazies.

Ah well, let them try.
Ilpholin puts her eye close to the tablet for retinal scanning.

[The Bushranger]

Outside

"Talk to the Mistress," Becky drawls, while creating a shadow portal...straight to the kitchen. :smalltongue:

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
The tablet immediately scans her eye, taking it into the database.
"Alright, that should do it for that. Now, how would you like your DNA sample? Blood, tissue, or urine?"

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

HazMag puts the finishing touches on his tidying up of the base. Some of the lava dried up and turned into lame ol' obsidian deposits and such, but given that obsidian isn't very dangerous on its own, the Mystery Meat squad leader doesn't even pretend to care about that. AMEN has minions for that sort of thing, and the last thing he's going to be caught doing is minion work. :smallyuk:

Once he find it satisfactorily safe, he pulls off his helmet, pressing a finger against his ear.

"Yeah, Magtok? Me again. The main room ain't pretty, but it should be just about habitable again. Furniture and interior deco is someone else's job. Can I go now?"

His answer comes in the form of a massive chocolate cake, oddly enough. It telewarps right into his arms, along with orders to find the AMEN celebratory party and drop it off there. I have no idea how he's supposed to see where he's going with that thing in front of him, though.

"Crap. Umm...anyone know where the party is? I apparently have a cake to deliver to it."

[Reinholdt]

BioLab
The tablet immediately scans her eye, taking it into the database.
"Alright, that should do it for that. Now, how would you like your DNA sample? Blood, tissue, or urine?"

BioLab

Now Ilpholin scowls.

"My recommendation would be to make the retinal scan enough."

All of those things seemed rather intrusive!

[happyturtle]

Kitchen >> Main Room

Moffs begin pouring out of the shadow portal in the kitchen, and immediately relieve HazMag of the cake, dragging a table out of a portal to place it on. More party supplies start appearing: big buckets full of ice and beer, giant bowls of potato chips, crepe paper hangings, and, improbably, a brand new big screen surround sound television already replaying the Glory Fields battle with orchestral rock music set to it.

And there are party hats. Party hats for all!



BioLab
Srs!Moff stays near Ilpholin.

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
Megan sighed.
"Fine. But next time you come in here you'll likely fall to the ground, unable to walk. We're uping security around here to prevent people from stealing things. Anyone without their DNA in the system will be in for a very bad day."

[happyturtle]

Biolab

Srs!Moff glares at Meghan. "No, that will not be happening, because you will not be putting in any such security systems. You want that sort of security, go build your own lab somewhere that's not here." :smallannoyed:

[FireFox]

Infirmary

I believe Greg is still here with some burn damage.

[Reinholdt]

Biolab

"Ok ok. Let's calm down a little." Ilpholin says.

"Firstly... Moff's right. That sort of security and secrecy has already proven to be one of the reasons why AMEN has bickered amongst itself for so long, if past labs have been any indication. We want to move away from the infighting, so such measures are not going to be allowed at AMEN anymore."

"Secondly, I can understand your concern about theft all the same. Though I don't quite understand why someone concerned with that would be at AMEN. Rather than blocking access to all but a select elite few, why don't we go over what security measures you already have in place and see what I can personally do to ensure the lab's safety?"

"Lastly, why are you choosing to up security now?"

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
"I'm choosing to increase it now because of the recent fight for AMEN leadership. Some people might take advantage of any possible instability that might arise from this."
She sighed.
"So far I've only had a DNA and retina scanner set up. And all these panther bots you keep seeing and a couple cameras."
"Plus, while we're on the topic of security I'd like to offer my help to increase any defenses here at AMEN."
A panther robot begins sneaking up on Moff.
Sneak.
Sneak.
Sneeeeeeeeeeeak.

[happyturtle]

Infirmary


Infirmary

I believe Greg is still here with some burn damage.

MagFirmaryBots are telewarped in, with a burn cart, and start doing... burn treatment stuff. Yeah. Let's pretend I know what that is, besides horribly painful. Maybe the Magbots have high-tech ways of making it heal faster, so the screaming only lasts a day or two instead of for months.

You know, AMEN really needs to get some actual medical personnel.

(posted with Maggy's permission)

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Biolab

Srs!Moff is calming down, per orders. He seems unaware of the sneaky pantherbot.

1
Main Room

Party!Moffs are partying. Where are the rest of the AMEN members? THERE IS A PARTY GOING ON PEOPLE!!!!

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

"My dear, if I may be frank, the instability has come and gone. It's missed its chance."
There was a whole month or so that her lab could have been robbed and wasn't!
Also an hour.

"Cameras, retina scans, and guards should be more than plenty. Just add the retinal scanner to the front door/portal, allowing for a guest option that puts robo-kitties on higher alert. If somehow something does get stolen, a log of who was in here at what time shall be more than sufficient to narrow down who to torture." They do seem to have plenty of security already, without the need for DNA profiling or upping security above all those things.

"That said, I do believe we could use some of those panther bots in the Main Base. How many do you have functional and can you make more?"

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
"That's a rather good idea, actually. Then I'd be able to add an actual doorway to the portal."
And then she asked about panther bots!
"Well, I currently have 8 active but I have 2 more in a deactivated state in storage. And I can of course make more, it would just take a while. I could get about 2 done in a week, but if you give me some time I could try to make a more automated process to get them done faster. Or I could of course make some short-lasting clones of myself but that'd take more power then I can currently crank out of my fission generator."

The Robo-panther tries to pounce on Moff! It tries to pin him to the ground and spray a foam on him that should stick him to the floor like a fly in a fly trap.
"DETAINING UNKNOWN INTRUDER."

[happyturtle]

BioLab

Srs!Moff is pinned, but gets a hand up to the panther's throat as the spray starts. "Get. It. Off." Moff snarls. :smallmad:

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

Ilpholin raises an eyebrow.
"Better call it off. But thank you for the demonstration."
There might be an indication that she's tensed up slightly, clearly ready to bodily tackle the panther off if need be to keep Moff safe.

"For now, the two in storage will do until you have a chance to put together a more automated system to build and replace them."

"But I do believe you had a time-sensitive experiment you wished to discuss?" Those are probably important to discuss in a timely fashion!

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
"Yeah...Moff, you better stop struggling. The more you struggle the more foam it'll spray and that stuff will stick you to the floor like a fly in a fly trap."
She walked closer to the panther-bot.
"RP-008, opening security programming file. Pass: 976887(78966)7802zl."
"RP-008, Subject: Moff: Cleared."
The panther bot will back off of Moff, expelling the solvent for the foam to remove any that got on Moff and the floor and then back off.
"As for the time sensitive project, I'll show you our successful prototype. We just want to make it much bigger."
She took out her laptop and quickly started typing.
"If you look towards the screen..." she said as she pointed towards the large monitor on the wall that blinked to life, showing a horrific monster that look incredibly dangerous. It was completely covered with metal plating except for its wings and had a Gatling gun along with a sword.
It was also big enough to carry three people without breaking a sweat.
"This is the prototype for the Fallen Angel project. We took a really dangerous monster and I developed a neural interface for it. We put it in its brain and now we control every movement. It even has a fail safe for in case we lose connection with it. Its brain will be automatically fried."

[happyturtle]

BioLab

Srs!Moff gets up off the floor and glaaaaares at Meghan, but does not comment on the horrific winged monster who needs a little further description as no shape was actually stated. Is it a giant fly? A winged rhinoceros? All the hairballs coughed up in the Nexus in the last month, caught and animated?

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

"I see." Ilpholin says.

Oh failsafes. Do you ever work?
Hopefully we won't ever have to find out.

"This is a creature you took and modified, yes? What do you mean by make it bigger?"

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
"Well you see...this is a unmatured version, which is smaller than it should be at that. We want to make a fully matured one."
This one should. Unless something affects the device's ability to turn the monster's brain to soup.

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

GAH! You said unless! That's like saying it's too quiet! D=

"Yes. Define make. Also, how exactly do you control the beast?" Ilpholin says, looking around for the device that does it.

[FireFox]

Infirmary

Luckily, the burns weren't that severe. So for the sake of me actually doing stuff with this character, Greg is quickly patched up enough to be able to head into the Main Room and watch the party.

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
Megan gestured to a control station over in the left corner. It had a helmet, gloves, and boots over by it.
"By that over there. You simply slip on the gear and you're in control of the beast. The clothing sends signals to the computer that then sends signals to the interface I installed in the creature's brain which causes the beast to move. It used to be done on my laptop but I figured I might as well use all of this lab space I have."
She looked up.
"You're more than welcome to try out the prototype. I have it currently stationed in Karyana's dimension."

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

"Still haven't answered my question. How do you make these creatures?"

Ilpholin says, stepping over to the control station and looking it over. She almost considers trying it out, but changes her mind.
"You know what? I'll take your word for it. So you know Karyana then?"

[The Alexandrian]

[Placid Party]

There's a horde of Moffs here as far as I am aware! Not many other PCs though. Hmm. Let's all work together to help fix that dilemma!

The Hatter arrives here with a lampshade on his head. He has a bright red Virtual Boy strapped to his face and is stumbling into walls and colliding with all manner of obstacles. But he's not losing this bet! He'll beat this game or die trying!

Rest in peace, Hatty.

The Hatteress is here too. She is distant from the festivities, kinda just watching tv like today was nothing more than an ordinary day of regular low celebration quotas, where rejoice is nothing more or less than not burning lunch or dinner.

I am of the persuasion that she needs to lead a more exciting life and wear less leather. I mean leather knee-high boots, a leather jacket, and leather gloves is undeniably a little excessive.

Clarissa is also here! In her true form too. When did she adopt that transformation? In a scene with Dave that has yet to be written up onscreen no doubt. She isn't feeling very confident about herself in this form. Her getup clearly expresses this defensive emotion. She is wearing a heavy, black, all-concealing robe and hood set, veiling her form underneath a myriad of shadows. Her eyes are her only visible trait, though clues to her recent acquisition of nine tails are more than given. Normal body parts aren't that bulky and don't rhythmically sway like miniature metronomes all the time!

She's heading over to grab herself a beer. Because beer contains a measurable amount of alcohol and she is impelled and drawn to drinking to overcome her overwhelming nervousness!

[Hattish Thing]

Outside.

Marciano wonders what happened. He knocks, Heeeeylo? You people still 'ere?

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

With the cake out of the way, HazMag opens up a portal and gets the hell right out of this place. He's heard what AMENites do to MagClones, and while technically he's not a Magtok, he doubts these people care very much for technicalities anyway.

Speaking of MagClones, an actual, genuine, not-a-cheap-knockoff Magtok shows up for the party! He gets a slice of cake lickety-split, since he's sure someone's bound to poison it or try to swallow the whole thing in one bite or something else equally terrible if he doesn't make his move now. There's a bit of a smirk on his face, which either of the Hat-folk or maybe Clarissa might notice. He's pretty sure those three were amongst Gordon's supporters, and isn't above a little snobby implied gloating, apparently.

[The Alexandrian]

[Front Door]

Woohoo! Somebody's knocking on the door! Yeah! That calls for a fielding of the door! By none other than the bored Hatteress!

She trudges up to the door, muttering something about keys and forgetting keys and displacing nuclear waste and future plans before throwing it open and staring at the one who dared rap-tap-tap on AMEN's door at such an opportune moment.

"Yeah? What do you want?"

Such a curt girl! A curt, cute, nerdy girl!

((I'm deadtiming now, so if anyone wants to handle this while I'm offline, feel free to do so and skip my character's posting turns indefinitely.))

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[Main Room]

Swallow the cake whole? Now who would do such a horrible thing.

Clarissa begins to whistle innocently, coincidentally. She's got not an idea as to explain why, however. >.<

The Hatteress cannot see Maggy's smirk because of the whole "being busy getting a cheap migraine," uh, playing with the riveting Virtual Boy. The Hatteress is not occupied with the door. Clarissa notes the smirk and turns away from him immediately as her reaction, fearful that he's basically on to her somehow. She swallows hard. This is not good. This calls for popping the cap off her beer with a precise flick of her thumb and chugging about half of the thing right then and there.

Like that's going to help her any in the long run.

[Mindfreak]

BioLab

"Still haven't answered my question. How do you make these creatures?"

Ilpholin says, stepping over to the control station and looking it over. She almost considers trying it out, but changes her mind.
"You know what? I'll take your word for it. So you know Karyana then?"
BioLab
Megan nods.
"Yep. I made the camera and computer system she has in her dimension, plus I'm dating one of her friends."

[iElf]

BioLab

"Still haven't answered my question. How do you make these creatures?"

Ilpholin says, stepping over to the control station and looking it over. She almost considers trying it out, but changes her mind.
"You know what? I'll take your word for it. So you know Karyana then?"

Seltz steps up to the pair two, moving away from a workstation "how we make them? we grow them. they are Genetically engineered beings, based off various creatures. the system is based off the old EDENcorp drones, but I refined the system to a point where can efficiently grow any being in our database to full maturity in a matter of months, of course if we have a fitting facility to do so." the scientist pauses for breath

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

"Hmm. Small world." Them knowing Karyana complicated things more than she'd like. Oh well. It's just another thing to work around.

"Ok. So I think I've got a clear idea on the project. What about all this may I ask is time sensitive?" They clearly needed an immediate response about something!

[BladeofObliviom]

[Cyrus' Room --> Halls]

Cyrus keeps a beacon in here for emergencies. With the constant moving of rooms, this beacon at least allows him to track his own room so he doesn't telefrag himself when trying to get in.

Now is one of those times. A burst of Hellfire explodes into the room, and is probably heard within the halls too. As he exits, he reactivates the wards on his door and proceeds to exit. What? The previous sentence is redundant? Maybe he exits multiple times! Did you think of that? :smalltongue:

Anyone could run into him.

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
"It's time sensitive because the chemicals we have to do it go bad in a couple days and it'll take a while to get more. So we need to start it within the next couple days or we'll have to wait a week or two."

[Hattish Thing]

Door

Marciano waves. His hands are gloved and full of expensive rings. His face is still rather ugly, with that one large mole. His eyes are a dirty, yellowish color. Why 'ello! Me names Le Baron De Marci! Or Marciano if ya' wish. His cockney accent is somewhat annoying. I changed me title. When I became a bloody millionaire! Haha! He laughs a little. His pockets bulge with various coins and gems. His royal blue petticoat shines in the sun. I wish t' join th' place. Seems t' me, it would be a good place t' get meself some more work. I came 'ere 'bout a week ago, sadly, I wasn't allowed in. Though tha' was before I required me wealth....May I come in M'lady? It's ratha 'ot as 'ell out there.

[Lady Serpentine]

[Halls]

Karyana, having returned to her room by way of going back to her dimension and taking the portal affixed to the wall, is currently (cautiously, as she's not sure if it's still lethal) going towards the main room, with a drow-eyed, shark-toothed, merseal in a large bubble of saltwater, as well as a horse-sized caniform creature with six legs, and a tripart mouth, following her.

It is entirely possible that this group encounters Cyrus.

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

"Ah. Yes. Go ahead and get started. I'm curious about how it turns out, so send a report to me and Magtok when the results are in." Ilpholin says.

"Now, is there anything else or should that cover it for now?"

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
"That should be good for now. I'll send you a memo when the Robo-panther creation system is online and functional."
She extended a hand for Ilpholin to shake.
"It was good talking to you, Ilpholin. You'll be the best thing to happen to AMEN in a long time."

[iElf]

Seltz nods "if you ever have need of a standing army...I have some plans at the ready. all I need are funds"

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

"Thank you. I look forward to improving it."

Ilpholin does not shake the hand, but rather bows to the both of them. Nothing against her. Just old paranoid habits, I'm afraid.

She was just about to leave too, when Seltz speaks up.
"Oh? What do you mean?"
This seems like something fairly important to know about!

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
Megan glared at Seltz.
"Seltz, I'm sure if Ilpholin wants an army she'd want robots which are easier to control than living beings."

[iElf]

Setz frowns "genetically implemented obedience, Meg. plus, the turn around time for a basic combat Drone is 8 hours. granted their life expectancy is about a week, but who cares anyway...basically Ilpholin , I can create, with the proper equipment, a trained standing army in a matter of days"

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

Ilpholin glances between the two.
"And this standing army has a life expectancy of a week? How much equipment are we talking?"

Megan was probably referring to the panther bots in her retort.

[iElf]

BioLab

Ilpholin glances between the two.
"And this standing army has a life expectancy of a week? How much equipment are we talking?"

Megan was probably referring to the panther bots in her retort.

"several growing vats, weapons and armour. the more soldiers you want , the more I need. if I incubate them for 24 hours I can even get a 3 month lifespan out of most. the longer they incubate, the longer they live ,and the better trained they are"

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
"Yes, well, with robots they last longer and you wouldn't even need to outfit them, plus you don't have to go to the trouble of implanting obedience in them." Megan inputed.
She was a hardcore robotics fan.

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

"I don't believe in putting my eggs in one basket." Ilpholin says to help finalize that particular argument.

"I'm not ready to invest a lot of funds into a standing army with an expiration date, particularly when we don't have the room for them at this time. Nor do I particularly want to draw undue attention to ourselves. So, rather, for now, I'll order a single squad with a long incubation time to make them last. In the future, we'll look at expanding that program should we have need of it. In the meantime, I'd also like the panther bot assembly line worked on." A little of this, a little of that. Variety helps!

"I'll work on getting you the funds as soon as is feasible."

[iElf]

Seltz smiles, nodding "I can get to work on an elite quad right away ma'am. I'll have 6 units ready by the end of the week."

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
"I won't need funding. I get all my materials for my robots thanks to Karyana. It was payment for the job I did for her."
"As for the Robo-panther factory, I will get right on it. I'll try to balance its creation along with my V.D.S. Project."
She opened her laptop and began designing.
"It was nice meeting you but now I need to get to work."

[Reinholdt]

BioLab

"Sounds delightful. I'll leave you to it then. It was a pleasure meeting you both." Ilpholin says, giving another bow before this time actually turning to leave.

"I need to talk to you in my room Moff." She says as she heads out.

[happyturtle]

BioLab >> Ilph's Room

Srs!Moff follows Ilpholin to her room. Looking all srs and stuff. :smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

BioLab >> Ilph's Room

Ilpholin gives a quick wave at the party that's barely happening and travels through the halls. She pauses briefly upon seeing a painting of some naked guy washing up to shore.
How...

She doesn't want to know. She continues into her room and closes the door behind the two, locking it and turning on the various anti-spying things she has.

"We should be fine now."

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
Megan sighed as Ilpholin left. She was just going to make devices that would do the same thing she did for every Robo-Panther.
"Seltz, I can't believe you'd suggest such a thing to Ilpholin. Suggesting something that could ruin the chance that I had with the Robo-Panthers...how could you?":smallfrown:

[FireFox]

Main Room

Greg looks for the Moff who gave him a mission. I'm sure there are plenty of Moffs at the party, but, of course, not the one he wants.

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Room

Srs!Moff shapeshifts, revealing himself to be Darcy Brightember in disguise. Of course since Ilpholin already knew, and the room is spy-proof, the reveal is only to people beyond the fourth wall. It's just as well Ilpholin doesn't know you lot have found a way to watch her when she thinks she's safe, or she'd seduce you to death! :smallfurious::smalltongue:

"I thought you were dead. Ilphy, what happened to you?" Darcy asks. :smallfrown:

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"Lolth blessed me during the night and such." Ilpholin says hurriedly.

"I... I thought I was dead too..." She admits, her lip starting to tremble a bit as her walls start caving in.

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Room

"It's okay. You're safe now," Darcy says, pulling her friend into a hug. Even though being the head of AMEN is a long way from "safe". Just ask Gordon. "It's okay. I'll take care of you."

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"I was so scared Darcy.... I thought... I just..."
Ilpholin breaks down and sobs directly into Darcy's shoulder as she buries her head there, clinging to Darcy in the hug.

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

The henchmen return from Outside shortly after the Moffs! Many of them are exuberant and happy about the change in leadership, and get right to partying. But some of the minions look a little uncertain and mill about. Pink is practically scowling, and she has her clipboard out. The henchwoman looks around, searching for Ilpholin, but doesn't find her so decides to wait near the party for their new leader. She has some things to clear up with her.

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Room

Darcy lets Ilpholin cry on her as long as she needs to, but will move them to the bed after a minute.

No, not for that. :smalltongue: Just to make her more comfortable.

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

Suuuuuure. :smalltongue:

Well Ilph needed it, but she can't afford to cry for long. Still lots to do. Darcy might have gotten some small dose of Liquid Bliss on her. Almost forgot.

Anyways, she sits on the bed and straightens up, giving Darcy a quick smile as she reaches for some tissues to wipe her eyes with.
"Thanks."

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Room

"Hey, hon, let me run you a bath. You've been through hell," Darcy says. If she was exposed to Liquid Bliss, it isn't showing.

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"Yes, I suppose I'm not exactly presentable." Caked in blood is not a good look.

[iElf]

BioLab
Megan sighed as Ilpholin left. She was just going to make devices that would do the same thing she did for every Robo-Panther.
"Seltz, I can't believe you'd suggest such a thing to Ilpholin. Suggesting something that could ruin the chance that I had with the Robo-Panthers...how could you?":smallfrown:

Sektz frowns "sorry...i hadn't thought of that...but it went well in the end..."

[Mindfreak]

Sektz frowns "sorry...i hadn't thought of that...but it went well in the end..."
BioLab
"Yes...in the end but...you need to start seeing the endgame, Seltz. Especially now that AMEN is going through changes. One wrong move and bad things could happen..."
She continued designing the devices. It was relatively easy to do so, as she was so familiar with the process of creating a panther bot that she could do it in her sleep.
Not to mention that she has already done this before, plus she had Meg to do the programming while she did the designs.
So the plans would be finished within the day.

[iElf]

Seltz nods "I'll get to work on the first batch, and then...well...you'll know what will happen, don't you. I'd ask you what out first date was like, but that would probably cause some paradox..."

[Mindfreak]

BioLab
After a long silence(about a couple hours long) she sends the designs to be made for her.
"It would, yes. Though, there's no guarantee that it'd happen exactly the same."
She closes her laptop and looks at Meg, who has finished with the programming like a dutiful assistant.
"How about you guys go off for your date now? I can finish anything your project needs for you, Seltz."

[The Alexandrian]

Door

Marciano waves. His hands are gloved and full of expensive rings. His face is still rather ugly, with that one large mole. His eyes are a dirty, yellowish color. Why 'ello! Me names Le Baron De Marci! Or Marciano if ya' wish. His cockney accent is somewhat annoying. I changed me title. When I became a bloody millionaire! Haha! He laughs a little. His pockets bulge with various coins and gems. His royal blue petticoat shines in the sun. I wish t' join th' place. Seems t' me, it would be a good place t' get meself some more work. I came 'ere 'bout a week ago, sadly, I wasn't allowed in. Though tha' was before I required me wealth....May I come in M'lady? It's ratha 'ot as 'ell out there.

[Door]

The Hatteress stares at the funny little man who has come a-calling. She is no longer familiar with the registration protocols of the organization. Hmm. This is going to take some doing. She was relatively neutral in the power dispute, so...

Yeah. She can let him in for now. Can't let him stir up the hornet's nest though.

The Hatteress stands aside! She eyes the man suspiciously before addressing him.

"Well Mister Fancy-Pants, you need to go find a drow or talk to that guy-"

The Hatteress points at Magtok who may or may not currently be smirking like only Magtok can. Such charm and cunningly subtle evil Maggy keeps!

"-about signing on."

"If you don't, something around here may or may not kill you, so I recommend you hop to it, boy!"

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Room

"Yes, I suppose I'm not exactly presentable." Caked in blood is not a good look.

Darcy goes to run her bath for her. If there's any bath oils or fragrant bubble baths, she'll add a bit of those, and she'll turn on some music if it's available. "Take as long as you like. The masses will be getting drunk and sugar high for a while."

1

Meanwhile in the Main Room... Moffs are getting drunk and sugar high.

Bet nobody saw that coming!

[Reinholdt]

Darcy goes to run her bath for her. If there's any bath oils or fragrant bubble baths, she'll add a bit of those, and she'll turn on some music if it's available. "Take as long as you like. The masses will be getting drunk and sugar high for a while."

"Heh. You're too good to me." Ilpholin says, removing her clothes. What's left of them anyways.

"Will you be joining me?"

There are definitely both oils and fragrances.

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Room

"Not this time, dear," Darcy says lightly. For once, she's not feeling the physical attraction that is often there. Probably just all the blood and stuff.. Yeah. Not anything inside that's trying to tell Darcy that something is Very Wrong Here. Couldn't be that.

She'll stay in Ilph's room and make sure no one disturbs, while Ilpholin is in the bath.

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"Awww..." Is the only protest Ilpholin gives.

Short time skip later and Ilpholin leaves the bath looking fresh, refreshed, and smelling pretty good actually. Looking almost radiant and regal.

"Thanks again. What will you do from here?" Ilpholin says as finds clothes to put on, not concerned with giving Darcy a show. Or perhaps very concerned with it, but not in the way Cessie would be.

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Room

"What do you think? I could stay around for a bit, while you get settled in. But if you think it will undermine you if I'm caught, then I can leave." Darcy says. She'd rather stay, and it's probably pretty obvious in her tone.

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"Well not sure how people would take a Moff hanging around me. I do need someone to go and let Mister Squiggles know it's ok for him to come back and inform Wenomir of my progress. If you want to do that and then come back with Mister Squiggles and stick around for a bit after that, that'd be fine."

She pauses.
"Well... at least until I can convince Kal to take over internal security for rooting out spies and such. Then you probably shouldn't stick around for your own sake more than anything. But that'll be a little while yet."

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Room

"No, I won't hang out too close. Though, when I get back, I could change disguises and be a henchman you've seduced." Darcy shifts into her Moff disguise. "I probably should anyway. I wasn't a very good Moff. Too worried about you to keep up the act."

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"Well if you ever had any interest in making out with a Moff, now's your chance." :smalltongue:

Ilpholin teases.

"K. I gotta get back. Lots left to do. See you around, ok?"

Ilpholin goes to give Darcoff one last hug.

[happyturtle]

Ilph's Room >> Hall

Darcy makes a :smallyuk: face, and hugs Ilph goodbye.

As she opens the door and steps into the hall, Darcy!Moff scowls. "Thanks but no thanks. I don't swing that way, Boss."

And the Darcy!Moff heads for the front door, letting everyone think that he's leaving the party by fear of Girl Cooties. :smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room -> Main Room

"You will someday." Ilpholin promises, swearing her vengeance and readjusting her clothes.

Regardless, Ilpholin then returns to the party. She needed to talk to Magtok and that demon thing and Pink needed to talk to her too so... fun times.

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

"Oh, hey, Ilpholin!"

Yes, Pink does indeed need to talk to Ilpholin. The henchwoman approaches her new boss, clipboard in hand.

"May I speak with you for a moment?"

Some other henchmen give the two of them sidelong glances, concerned about something.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

"Of course. Do we need to step into my office?" Ilpholin offers.

Of course, her office is really just her room right now. She needs to send Becky on a furniture run or something and get another room for an office.

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

Pink shrugs.

"If you want. It's not too secret or anything, though."

She waves her clipboard and gestures toward the other minions.

"It's about our salaries."

Right to the point.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

Ilpholin almost says 'YOU GET PAID?!' but does manage to hold it in at the last second.

"What about them?" She asks instead, holding out her hand to take the clipboard.

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

"Well... We need them. Gordon paid us all, out of his own pocket too. So you're going to have to give us our wages as well now."

Pink shrugs and hands over the clipboard. The paper on it has many numbers on it. Wages and stuff. I'm no expert on this sort of thing and I don't know how much Gordon actually paid them, so lets leave it vague.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

"Uh-huh... well I'll look this over and give you my answer on the matter tomorrow at the meeting." Ilpholin says, taking the figures with her. Needs to talk to Magtok before deciding anything about that.

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

"Very well."

Pink nods. Her business concluded, the henchwoman turns to go do... minion stuff. She'll tell her fellow henchies they won't get their answer until tomorrows meeting.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

Ilpholin moves away from pink and goes looking for Magtok. They have a lot to discuss.

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

Magtok wipes some cake off his lips and turns to face Ilpholin, now that she's done with those Moffs and minions and stuff. It's a good thing he has that handy stack of napkins in his extra-dimensional space pockets now, I can't imagine how he could've possibly survived without them.

"Going to have any cake? You've certainly earned a slice."

[Reinholdt]

Main Room

Napkins are important.

"A little later. For now, I need to talk to you privately if you aren't busy." It's a formality of course. Magtok's not busy enough to avoid this conversation!

[Lord Magtok]

Main Room

"Right. Lead the way, then."

Mag drops napkin, plate, and disposable plastic fork into a handy trash can. I assume Ilpholin's walking somewhere next. If so, Magtok is going to follow.

[Reinholdt]

Main Room -> Ilph's Room

Ilpholin leads Magtok away and into her office room and repeats the measures she did with Darcy to make it secure.

She'll go ahead and hand him the clipboard with the figures on it.
"First things first, the henchmen are claiming they got paid from Gordon's own personal stash. What sort of money does AMEN have for resources anyways?"

[Lord Magtok]

Ilph's Room

Eeeergh. Magtok squirms uncomfortably. Finance has never been one of his favorite subjects.

"Well, I suppose we could always ask them where Gordon's stash is and just raid that. Until then, since we're giving them immortality, lodging, food, and everything else, we could ask that they hold on to their pay stubs until proper funding is available. Do you know anyone who might be willing to buy Gordon's old helicopter off of us? I don't particularly need it, and with Gordon in the state he's in, I don't think he'll be getting any use out of it either."

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"What... AMEN didn't have any funding before Gordon showed up? I can't believe that..."

There's got to be something somewhere.

"But I'll ask." If Phantom's interested in running a plot for stealing his moneys perhaps a henchman might even know.

"I dunno. Sell it to NO or something so they can ride around and pretend they're the A-team. I already promised some money to some scientists for them to build us a few robots and creepy soldiers."

"I also had an expedition in mind that should get us some resources, but I doubt the amount of money Gordon had."

"Now... how do you feel about doing background checks on potential incoming members? Check out their references, see where they've been, if they've actually murdered who they claim, that sort of thing." Not the easiest to do in the Nexus perhaps, but still doable.

[Lord Magtok]

Ilph's Room

Magtok bites his lip.

"Sure, I could do that...but there's still going to be some troublemakers who slip through. Anyone can lie on a resume if they know what they're doing."

Things'll be safer, but continue to keep an eye out for saboteurs, is what he's saying.

"While we're on the subject, should we keep the blood oath thing? It was alright back in the day, but now that there are actual eldritch beings appearing in the Nexus every now and then, we run the risk of someone being obligated to go apocalyptic on us or get mind-controlled into throwing themselves into some loathsome squid-monster cavernous sideways razor beak. It's not happened before, but...well, y'know."

Always a first for everything.

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"I have something in mind for those who slip through. I'll let you know if it pans out." Ilpholin explains.

"You're probably right. Though I think the smart ones neither signed in their own blood or used their real name." The rest probably deserve to be thrown in sideways!

"But we'll revert it to a more standard signing. The form will, of course, require them to list some references and such for you to check on. In addition, I'm thinking membership interviews. To know what we have coming in rather than being all shocked when they're sitting in our living room and such." Sign up, go through interview, go through check, and you're in.

"I'm leaning towards going over old members too. I know there's a few I need to get to know better. Cyrus in particular concerns me. He was far too buddy buddy with Prom and Gordon."

[ThePhantom]

(I'm okay with an attempt to get some of his money. Mind you, its only some of his money, he wasn't stupid enough to have it all in one place.)

[Lord Magtok]

Ilph's Room

Mag shrugs.

"I dunno, I think he just bid too heavily on the wrong horse is all. Seems pretty arrogant though, the sort to beat a horse to death before admitting he was wrong. If he doesn't retire on his own, swear some sort of vendetta, insist that the old way of things was better, try to enlist help from Rogar, and/or resurrect Dimwits and Dragons, I'll be surprised."

Mag peers down at his wrist, idly checking up on the goings-on in the Main Room. Not much happening, it seems. He isn't quite sure whether to consider that a blessing or a curse.

"Anything else?"

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"Yes, I'd be rather surprised as well. Which is why we should try and decide if we're going to kick him out or not." Ilpholin explains. Someone willing to do those things should probably be removed before they get a chance to do so.

[Lord Magtok]

Ilph's Room

"If he comes back, it means he wants to stay, and he's liable to make a fight out of getting him to leave if we try to throw him out. I think it might get more accomplished if we were to feign forgiveness, get some sort of tracking device on him, and then wait for him to inadvertently help us by locating Rogar and whatever it is that Rogar is almost certainly up to."

Aargh, why didn't he just put a bullet in that minion's face when he had the chance? Sure, it would've meant instigating a massive fight and all, but...blargh. Villainy is never easy. :smallyuk:

"If you think we can quickly and efficiently execute him, I'm all for throwing him out of AMEN, but again, it could get messy, and we'd probably be fighting on his terms, too."

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"Hmm... I'll consider it." Ilpholin says.

"Was there anything you wished to discuss before tomorrow's meeting?" Ilpholin can't think of anything else at this time.

[Hattish Thing]

[Door]

The Hatteress stares at the funny little man who has come a-calling. She is no longer familiar with the registration protocols of the organization. Hmm. This is going to take some doing. She was relatively neutral in the power dispute, so...

Yeah. She can let him in for now. Can't let him stir up the hornet's nest though.

The Hatteress stands aside! She eyes the man suspiciously before addressing him.

"Well Mister Fancy-Pants, you need to go find a drow or talk to that guy-"

The Hatteress points at Magtok who may or may not currently be smirking like only Magtok can. Such charm and cunningly subtle evil Maggy keeps!

"-about signing on."

"If you don't, something around here may or may not kill you, so I recommend you hop to it, boy!"

Marciano nods. Excellent! Well, Who are you? I'm 'ere to join. Tha' an' I 'eard tha' this place 'as a cloning thingamabob. I would like to use one. I got meself th' money. I'm ratha good a' wha' I do. Marciano moves inside and is followed by Grantaire. Grantaire is rather fat. Somewhat built like a large rock. Grantaire has a large head on mustache. Marciano has a small mustache that goes with his one mole. He walks around to find Magtok. Oy! Peopls? 'Ave ya seen a cyborg guy around? I'm supposed to talk t' 'im.

[Lord Magtok]

Ilph's Room

"There's a guy outside who's either drunk or has the most ridiculous accent. Wants to join, pay money to be cloned, has a sorta tubby bodyguard fellow with him. Smells like potential inconvenience to me. Should I tell him to hold off until we have the new recruit system in place, let him in under the old regulations, or BS something on the spot?

Beside that though, no, I don't think there's anything else."

[Hattish Thing]

Marciano does in fact have an odd cockney accent. He sits on a chair that Grantaire pulls out a little bag. The chair has jeweled cushions. It is very comfy. Marciano sits down and continues smoking that massive cigar. Grnataire looks around before sitting on the floor. Grantaire takes out an odd trinket out of a bag. He begins tinkering with it with a toolbox. Marciano has a nasal, annoying voice. Oy, Grnataire. This is th' life eh? All ya gots t' do is keep your wits about ya. Then you'll stand on top! Tha's 'ow ya become a master 'o' th' land! Rob th' righ' people. For th' righ' price. Marciano the halfling states. Grantaire the rather buff, fat halfling replies in a gutteral voice that sounds almost dwarvish. Hehe. I guess. It didn't look to great back there though. It woul' 'ave been a shame if we 'ad t' kill 'em all.

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

"Ugh. Cloning. We gotta do less of that here. Actually in fact, you should probably check and see if Rogar's cloning Gordon now or something. But no, let's not let that guy touch it."
...
"Oh wait. Idea. Take the money for the cloning and go through the process but don't actually get him any clones. If he dies, he won't know the difference anyway, right? Then tell him he'll need to wait a bit on actual recruitment but can stay until tomorrow." Which should be coming up rapidly here.

[Lord Magtok]

Ilph's Room

Magtok turns towards the door with a nod.

"Sure. How much did the Rainbow Brite Gang want each month? I'll charge him that. We're promising him immortality, it shouldn't be anywhere near cheap."

[The Bushranger]

Becky seems to have poofed!

This might be because Becky is also arriving with Dave and Clarissa outside, and thus Becky-that-was-here got mauled by the Vengeful Ghost of Continuity!

[Reinholdt]

Ilph's Room

Ilpholin looks at the clipboard and quotes a figure.

"That much."
Ilpholin says, standing and stretching.

[Hattish Thing]

Marciano continues to sit in his chair. He's rather ugly. He has a small pencil thin mustache, and a black mole. His eyes are black and beady. Like a shark. He takes out an ivory backscratcher and begins to scratch himself. He then stretches and hands the ivory backscratching to Grantaire, who sets it in his bag. Grantaire wonders when he may try out his new weapon. He didn't get to use the bomb cannon last time...

[Lord Magtok]

Ilph's Room => Main Room

"Right. If that doesn't pan out I'll see what I can do. Oh, and supplementing AMEN with MagCorp money is going to be a last resort, only if we're absolutely certain to fall apart without it. I've more than enough expenses to worry about without handling the Moffs and their jacuzzi repair bills."

Magtok makes a sort of face at that, and then steps out the door.

"Yo! Mister Fancy-Pants, was it? I heard you like clones. Well, we've got them, and they're expensive as caviar seasoned with five grams of swiss gold eaten out of a bowl carved from diamond-encrusted moon rock stolen from space imps by the most prestigious band of astro-ninja the world has ever seen. Pricy as **** is what I'm saying. Think you can handle that?"

[Hattish Thing]

Lobby

About time someone go' 'ere. Nice t' meet ya! M'names Le Baron de Marci, Marciano for short. He shoves a gloved hand at Magtok. Expensive ya say! Well, I jus' go' meself a small fortune off 'o' a very good ransom. For Remnant even! Right under their noses! Tha' an' the war in Cylar has been very good for me. It's amazing what ya c'n find in the corpses of the fallen. No' like they need em anymore. He grins that evil grin. His mouth is full of rotted decaying teeth.

[Mindfreak]

Becky seems to have poofed!

This might be because Becky is also arriving with Dave and Clarissa outside, and thus Becky-that-was-here got mauled by the Vengeful Ghost of Continuity!
Entrance -> Clarissa's Room
Yes but...they may be down to their skivvies by now.
Dave certainly is.
"stupid Teleporting...always taking my clothes..." Dave grumbles as he gets off the motorcycle and tries to pick up Clarissa and carry her to her room.

[The Alexandrian]

[Off to Clarissa's Lair]

...Of DOOM!

Yessir, Clarissa is being mangled by the grouchy Mister Timestream again. She's also getting manhandled by Dave consecutively. Hmm. That's not a very strong deterrent against her repeating this little stunt at some point in the future. Plus, there's free sleep-transportation involved. It would remind her of her first Nexus helicopter flight if she were aware of her present status even partially.

Would you look at that! Clarissa is now pushing the lines of decency. When isn't she doing that? This is usually an intended rebellion against conservative social norms.

This is a complete surprise to her. Well, it would be, if she could think straight or be troubled to wake up to assess it.

Then, boom! Undergarments! Undergarments that really aren't accomplishing their duties properly and should be fired without delay! Clarissa's tails (three going on four) have negated the effectiveness of most of her lacy getup. While her wolf ears appear to be shrinking back down to nothingness, sharp, threatening spikes begin to protrude from her spine ever so slowly.

Looks like Clarissa has, in her drunken paradise, whimsically decided that a time limit must be imposed on Dave's noble goal. :smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

[Halls]

The party winding down and things settling for the night, Ilpholin has to find something to do just to pass the time to tomorrow and create the time skip.

So she goes looking for Valente. She'd go for Becky too, but Becky's clearly not to be found, hiding in someone else's room.

[Gullara]

[Halls]

Valente was still wandering around, looking out for trouble as instructed. When Ilpholin approaches his face splits in a smile. "Hey Ilpholin. Looks like things are going smoothly. At least no one is causing trouble." Not that he's seen at least. Of course, his player hasn't been following AMEN as closely as he should have been.

[Reinholdt]

[Halls]

"Good. I'd like to thank you for all your help." Ilpholin says, swooping in for a Bliss filled kiss, her hand reaching to entwine with his.

[Gullara]

[Halls]

Well, straight to the point. Valente doesn't get a chance to even get a single word out before he's kissed. The vampire kisses back enthusiastically.

[Reinholdt]

[Halls -> Ilph's Room]

Ilpholin continues the kissing as she goes to walks and lead them back to her room. She's very good at multi-tasking in this manner.

[Gullara]

[Ilph's Room]

No doubt she can make up for Valente's lack of experience. Once they do get there there'll be no delay before the curtain is pulled. Not from Valente at least.

[Reinholdt]

[Ilph's Room]

It's curtains for them.

Barring anything else, the curtains will rise the next day as Ilpholin crawls out of bed to get cleaned, dressed, and ready to work.

[Gullara]

[Ilph's Room]

Valente lets her do that while he just pulls on his own clothing. He can get dressed and cleaned up in his own room.

When Ilpholin is done and returns to the room proper, she'll she Valente sitting at the edge of the bed, looking completely absent. He doesn't even glance when she comes in, as if he never noticed.

[Mindfreak]

Clarissa's Lair
Dave hurries to Clarissa's Lair to put her down before spikes go through him.

---

BioLab
The very next day, Megan is setting up the system to make the panther bots.
Though this will take a while. It's very complex.

[Reinholdt]

[Ilph's Room -> Halls -> Main Room]

"Don't be late for the meeting." Ilpholin coos at Valente, before heading to the Main Room. If she's noticed his change in demeanor, she hasn't yet commented on it.

As she goes through the halls, she stops to briefly chat with DarkRed. When he tells her what she wants to hear, she smiles widely and gives him a kiss that leaves him dazed before continuing on.

[Meeting Time]

Ilpholin arrives here and takes a seat at the Big Meeting Table. Time to get this thing started.

[Mindfreak]

BioLab -> Meeting Time
Megan sighs as she realizes the time.
So she gets into the following outfit.
http://mydisguises.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/dr_horrible_example2.jpg
The catgirl looks particularly good looking in it.
And so she goes to the Big Meeting Table.
When she sits down she looks at Ilpholin.
"By the way, I finished the device to make the panther bots, all I need now is to wait for the powering device and to set it up and I'm ready to go on my end for testing it."

[FireFox]

[Meeting Time]

After futilely searching for the Moff who gave him a mission, Greg walks in and finds a chair that isn't prominent to sit in.

[Earl of Purple]

Meeting Time

Nephrim is here, looking for a nice, comfortable-looking chair. Unless they're still the chairs from that last big meeting I remember, the psychomorphic ones. In which case, Nephrim will sit at one a distance from neighbours and morphs it into a stool with a slight ridge at the back so she can lean back slightly.

Nephrim's in her 'natural' form- an androgynous, angelic child aged perhaps nine or ten with pale skin, snow-white feathers adorning a large pair of wings and silver shoulder-length hair. Her eyes are white, featureless orbs containing naught bar a hint of cruelty. She's wearing loose white robes with several large black gemstones encrusted around the cuffs and hems, with a red rucksack on her back.

Dam'Bul is also here, currently possessing a tall man with tanned skin. The host's hair has been darkened to black as a side-effect of the possession, and his eyes have turned red, though that can't be seen behind the sunglasses. He's also wearing a posh suit and a sword belt with sheathed sabre. He leans nonchalantly against a wall, since he never formally joined up and merely follows Nephrim around like a loyal puppy.

[Zefir]

[Meeting Time]

Zefir is here as well. After all he didn't have any good reasons to hate the new leader of AMEN. Maybe she got a few ideas Gordon never had. And to be true she threw out Prometheus if I'm correct. That is something good.

[Gullara]

[Ilph's Room]

Valente doesn't even respond as she leaves. Strange. Little does Ilpholin know, but some has just (forever ago in RL time) tried to break her hold on him.

He reflects on how he ended up here with Ilpholin. For the first time, really. Why was he here? Because he loves Ilpholin of course. But what about Astrana? What about everyone else he betrayed and abandoned? He barely knows Ilpholin... And yet, she's everything to him. Is there something wrong with that? He's not sure what to think, but one thing is for certain. He's thinking.

[The Alexandrian]

[Meeting Time]

Dam'Bul never signed up? So what! He's just as much a member as The Hatter, who, coincidentally, is striding into the room in his traditional garb right about...now!

Yeppers! The Hatter dodged the standard "signing of the membership papers!" :smalltongue: He weaseled his way into the charred, black heart of AMEN as an illegitimate member! Why? 'Cause he's a mad genius who killed the time, that's why! He don't need no stinking papers! Just a RPG he doesn't know how to aim all that well and some kicking tunes!

He'll attempt to take a seat somewhere far away from Ilphy. Heck, the drow frightened him as a race. Brutes, they were! All of them! Historically, religiously, politically, and technologically they are the "it's clobbering time" queens of mean, in his mind. And worst of all, there's no gender equality!

The Hatteress would be pleased with that, though! She likes power! And flamethrowers! She loooves flamethrowers so much, in fact, that she has brought one to the table and is busy modifying it so that she can wield the all-powerful chainsaw-chaingun which fires...wait for it...

FIRE!

That screams awesome, right?

She's wearing a welding mask and smock right now. 'S still pretty apparent that there's a girl under there. She smells like perfume.

EVIL! perfume, the essence of DEATH!

Yeah...

Girl needs to chill out with the whole "I'm a villain whatcha gonna do 'bout it" act.

Wow! Clarissa is here too! She appears to be settling into a chair in a warm, dark spot over to the left of the room. She has elected to remain wearing her melancholy black robes for fear of revealing her form. She doesn't want people to make fun of her looks! It has happened one time too often in the past! That is the source of her new-found self-consciousness.

A cage sits on the table in front of her. A cage full of cute, tiny bunny-rabbits! She's all prepared for a long meeting. Bringing snacks with her just in case was a move which displays much forethought!

And hunger.

[Lord Magtok]

Lobby

About time someone go' 'ere. Nice t' meet ya! M'names Le Baron de Marci, Marciano for short. He shoves a gloved hand at Magtok. Expensive ya say! Well, I jus' go' meself a small fortune off 'o' a very good ransom. For Remnant even! Right under their noses! Tha' an' the war in Cylar has been very good for me. It's amazing what ya c'n find in the corpses of the fallen. No' like they need em anymore. He grins that evil grin. His mouth is full of rotted decaying teeth.

Main Room

Magtok relucantly shakes the man's gloved mitts, trying his best not to look at those horrible teeth as he does so.

"Yeah, I err...know exactly what you're talking about."

No he doesn't. In fact, Magtok can barely tell what the man is saying, let alone figure out the meaning of it all.

"Anyways, as I was saying, immortality isn't cheap, and neither is keeping replacement bodies in stasis. I'll need a hair sample, a minute to hold your head under our fancy memory-duplicating BrainBucket, and for every month, about-"

Magtok names his price, which is about 110% of the monthly cost of keeping AMEN's minions around, just in case the guy tries to haggle.

"Can't let you join just yet, though. Regime change happened quite recently, so you'll just have to wait until the new regulations and interview system and such is established before I can sign you up."

Meeting Room

Magtok is here! In the most prominent seat he can find that doesn't already have Ilpholin's butt in it. Not that there's anything wrong with Ilpholin's butt, of course, the cyborg just doesn't want it anywhere near his.

[happyturtle]

Meeting Room

None of the Moffs wanted to come to a meeting, but Moff 4 volunteered, in case Kal changed his mind and decided to show up. Most of the rest of the Moffs wandered off when the party was over, though there are a few passed out here and there.