[ACRO] The Heinous Association of Twisted Scoundrels

[Goblin Music]

GM's mini projector breaks due to several things. causing GM to vanish from HATS, good news is that a silver sphere just fell onto a puddle and can be claimed as a neat token of shiny! bad news is it has lost all of it's magic.
*deadtime*

[Gnrlshrimp]

((fixes post))

Grinning, Tyrion turns away from his minions attacking Red, and sees GM. He then teleports to him, his blue hat with a white feather stuck in on his head. I showed you my magic, now let me see yours. Due to politeness, I'll let you strike the first blow.

The pit fiend commanding the army shouts Destroy that intruder! Master Tyrion commands it!!, pointing his hideous clawed fingers at Red, casting Pyrotechnics as he does, huge blasts of fire rushing towards Red.

Okay...um...how can the pit fiend see Red? The warlock is still nice and invisible, and unless this is some sort of special pit fiend, it doesn't have any way of locating him.

So the warlock watches all the madness with devils, ignoring the undead mooks since he's still up in the air.

"Okay, would someone please explain to me what that stupid trigger-happy spellcaster is doing sending an army of devils at me?" He shouts angrily as the blasts of fire shoot past, missing him completely.

[Ashen Lilies]

"I think he thinks you're an enemy."
...
"You're not an enemy, right?"
Says the sopping wet Tiefling. Grr... tiefling doesn't like being wet. Not in this context, anyway.
...
You know, I'm never sure: would immunity to magic extend to being able to see through magical invisibility? Or illusions, for that matter? Probably not.

[Goblin Music]

"I think he thinks you're an enemy."
...
"You're not an enemy, right?"
Says the sopping wet Tiefling. Grr... tiefling doesn't like being wet. Not in this context, anyway.
...
You know, I'm never sure: would immunity to magic extend to being able to see through magical invisibility? Or illusions, for that matter? Probably not.

you can still hear him

[iElf]

a young man,pale in a black hooded robe, teleports near the entrance of HATS in a bright flash, that dentist use to have a look at your jaw bone. he has filled out an application

Name:Fallout
Current Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Desired Alignment: ditto
Profession: purger of the unworthy
Race: mutated human
Age: 23
Why do you want to join HATS?: to rid the world of weakness
If you were a piece of fruit in a fruit bowl, which piece of fruit would you be? : the genetically modified poison green apple , plucked from the gardens of Chernobyl, and laced with pesticides and preservatives, that will last the ages and destroy all the other weak fruit
Any other important information:I radiate slightly

[ThePhantom]

Well, things have gone south rather fast, with all the cutting, lasers, flames, ice shards going around, there's only one henchman left standing.

"And this is the part where I follow my boss' example, and run away."

The henchman starts running.

[happyturtle]

Simone goes out and collects the four henchmen she soniced beamed into unconsciousness and uses a maglevitation device to attempt to carry them to the incarceration wing.

[Beans]

And this is the part where an angry Margaret runs after him.
SMG slung over her back, she snarls as metal talons extend from the fingers of her metal hand. Her middle finger's talon is more akin to a sickle-blade, long and curved.
Her boots pound the ground behind him and her coattails swish.
OI! GE' BACK 'ERE AN' GE' DEAD!
Yeah, he better run. She's able to shout in Size 1 Text! That gal is freak-ay!

[ThePhantom]

"Well, since my boss would want things to be a bit even..."

The minon takes out one of those staff weapons used by magnaguards (General Grievous bodyguards).

"I guess I'm going to have to take you out."

And with that, Gordon's right hand minon attacks Margaret.

[Beans]

Yum.

Margaret catches a blow on the hip and rolls away with a whimper of pain.
She does, however, get up... and her clawed hand sizzles and jolts with the same sort of yellowgreenorange energy that made up her shield.

Tha' 'urt.
Bugger.

[ThePhantom]

"Deal with it."

Roger runs toward her, swings at the glowing hand with one end of the staff, then with the other end aims for her hip.

[Beans]

She sidesteps the first swing and blocks the second with her glowy hand; energy from the staff crackles off her hand's energy field but does not seem to penetrate.
I will.
By 'urtin' you back.
She makes her counterattack, scything out with that wicked middle-finger talon.

[happyturtle]

[Incarceration Wing]

Since no one tried to stop her, Simone gets her 4 unconscious prisoners here, strips them of weaponry, and locks them up in individual cells.

((I will undo this if you don't want it to happen, Phantom ))

[ThePhantom]

Rogar barely pulls out of her reach enough to bring one of the ends of the staff against her talon.

The henchmen are put in cells, they are henchmen after all.

[iElf]

Fallout looks around laughing, relishing the feeling of the corrupted ground beneath him ,and the screams of the dying soldiers . he begins speaking in a faint hissing and rasping voice"I like this place. the weak are falling already" he draws his hood back, and a swarm of cockroaches crawls deeper into his robes. he makes to enter the base

[Beans]

The staff-energy again crackles across her own energy.
She attempts to backhand the staff, hoping that she might knock it from his hands.

[ThePhantom]

Well, that throws off the incoming blow from the other end of the staff. Rogar pulls back on the attacking.

"Fun fact, my boss has exactly one hundred henchmen. Guess where the remaing twenty-six are."

[Beans]

... Oh, sod it.
She begins to back up, very quickly glancing over her shoulder.

[happyturtle]

[Incarceration Wing]

Perhaps they were just henchmen, but now they've been upgraded to npcs! Bwahahahaha!

When they wake up, Simone will begin the process of mental indoctrination to convert Gordon's henchmen into double agents for HATS.

[ThePhantom]

Rogar pulls out a laser gun and shoots at her.

"Currently on their way, but they are not here yet."

A cloud of dust can be seen coming. And henchmen are being converted.

[Beans]

She screeches as it burns across her shoulder again. Ow.
And, of course, she runs like all hell back toward the base, cursing spectacularly.

Not knowing what a nuclear spell is... is that overkill? I don't know.

[iElf]

Fallout turns round to see the cloud of dust. he laughs , and runs towards Margaret "more weakling on their way?let me have a share of the fun" he starts slinging a nuclear spell on roger

[ThePhantom]

(And what, I ask, does a nuclear spell does?)

[Beans]

Fallout turns round to see the cloud of dust. he laughs , and runs towards Margaret "more weakling on their way?let me have a share of the fun" he starts slinging a nuclear spell on roger

WHA'EVER, JUS' GO GE' SHOT AT 'STEAD 'F ME!

She runs inside and into the medical area.

[iElf]

((basically a fire spell , fuelled by internal nuclear fusion, burning the target, and giving it radiation poisoning if hit to often, or by a strong blast. he can miss if you want roger to survive))

[ThePhantom]

Roger falls, still alive, but hurt.

"Weak? Sweetums and his pals are ogres."

Sweetums, and the rest of the ogre ushers arrive, and for their opening number, very large rocks being thrown at Fallout.

[happyturtle]

The four brainwashed henchmen disappear into deadtime, to show up at a later point when dramatically appropriate.

[Beans]

Margaret, in the medical bay, strips off her battered longcoat with a grunt of pain. She's wearing a maroon shirt with the sleeves ripped off and rugged dark pants.
She slaps some aloe gel on the laser burns across her shoulder, then bandages it up.

She also pulls the edge of her pants down enough to treat the nasty bruise on her hip.
Stupid bugger runnin' a' tha' other stupid bugger wot 'urted me an' throwin' fire a' 'im an mumble grumble incoherent Cockney muttering...

[iElf]

Fallouts eyes flash "physical strength is nothing!they will all succumb to pollution and radiation!! " and with that, he blasts the boulders flying at him , while summoning tainted spirits to do his bidding

[ThePhantom]

"Then smashing you is nothing then?"

Sweetums, and the rest of the ogre ushers are welding claymores (Big swords, and heavy.) They charge at Fallout, while Rogar pulls himself upright.