[ACRO] The Heinous Association of Twisted Scoundrels

[Beans]

I don' get much Strengf in Num'ers 'cos people don' likes being 'round me an' if they are they us'ly fro fings a' me 'cos they're stupid buggers wot needs t'get sodded.

[iElf]

"they are fools! they do not understand our need for augmentation!!"

[Ashen Lilies]

Kal nods sympathetically at Margeret, as he slowly starts to slip his gauntelts back on. He flexes a fist experimentally, confirming it's just as smooth and responsive as it was the last few thousand times he put them on.
...
And then swings it at Fallout.
((deatime for a bit. But I'll be back!))

[Lex-Kat]

Bianca steps out of a shadow and begins to wander around. She has a piece of paper in her hand.

[Beans]

"they are fools! they do not understand our need for augmentation!!"

WELL SOD YOUR ARGAMATASHINS. D'YOU KNOW 'OW 'ARD IT IS, TRY'NA TALK WIV THESE TEEFS? She raps a metal finger against the metal teeth in the metal side of her head... and giggles rather horribly and quietly when Kal swings at Fally.

[Lord Magtok]

Climbing out from under a table, a surviving clone of Magtok straightens out his current leadership hat, and immediately sets about acting like he wasn't hiding there the entire battle as he warmly greets his valiant troops in the infirmary.

Well! Umm...that went well for us, right? I mean, aside from some repair jobs I'll have to call some Magbots in for, the Scoundrels did pretty alright out there. Give yourselves a pat on the back, people, as I'm far too paranoid to risk doing it for you!

On a more personal note...Fallout, you're a bit of a scary cultist with your "Evolve or Die" stuff. Laying it on a bit thick, I'd appreciate if you toned it down before you alienate everyone and people start whispering unfriendly things about you behind your back. Margaret, you did far better than I'd mistakenly assumed you'd be capable of, good job out there. And demon-face-with-the-inpronounceable-name, keep doing whatever it is you do and finish up that swing when you come out of deadtime, and there may be a second hat in it for you.

[Tyrion L.]

Laughing is heard from afar, and Tyrion, Clegane, and four elite elven guards teleport in, three male, one of whom is a drow, and one female. Augmentation? You desire to replace your organic parts with those of a machine? Granted, the benefits are enormous, but people such as us do not need such. Tyrion bows. I am Archwizard Tyrion Lannister, ruler of Norosa. The pit fiend is a powerful devil called Clegane. The men are Aedelas Blackmoore and Nielas Aran, the woman is Valeera Sanguinar, and the drow is Dar'khan Drathir. The lesser devils are dismissed.

(BTW, the guards are Tyrion's elite, but they're basically just 15th level fighter (Aedelas), cleric (Nielas), ranger (Dar'khan), and rogue (Valeera))

[Gnrlshrimp]

Red sighs. In his deadtime he'd missed all the fun! That, and there's still that army of devils hanging around trying to attack him for...some reason.

"Bastards. I was thinking of joining in and blasting a few of those mooks..." Red descends to the ground, still invisible, and starts heading for the entrance, hoping the devils will just leave him alone since he still hasn't done anything even remotely threatening.

[Beans]

Margaret grins.
Fanks, Mister Mag. I'll keeps up the gud works.

[iElf]

"I will refrain from preaching , if that is what you wish mister magtok...." he takes a step away from the deadtimed Kal "It seems I still need a hat...." "and in regards to you, not only have I machine parts in me, but also genetically engineered organs, that make me even more powerful!"

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok nods, reaching into his robes for something.

Right, the hat thing. Hold on...

A moment or two of digging later, the cyborg picks out a nice little hat for his perfection-obsessed cyborg buddy.

There ya go! Should work for now, until I get a chance to resupply at that hat shop.

[iElf]

Fallout gets the joke, puts the hat on, and slips his right hand under his robes at wait level "seems I have been declared emperor!" the hat starts to glow green a little bit

[waterpenguin43]

The CQ gets up, pats Marcus and Paul, and comes up to Magtok. Sir Magtok. I have assisted your employee, Tyrion, in a battle against an AMEN insurgent, and your forces against the henchmen who attacked this base. I have journeyed from afar to ask if I may join your fine organization. she says with a bow.

[Ashen Lilies]

Well, that went well. So much for privacy. That little pause over, Kal still seems to be throwing a punch at Fallout.

[iElf]

Fallout is punched, and his hat topples off "ah, I knew I'd forgotten something" he picks his hat up again, and puts it back on

[Ashen Lilies]

Indeed. Kal attempts to pick up Fallout and shove him into a wall, holding him in place.

[iElf]

fallout stays calm "now now, no need to get aggressive. I'm sure we can solve this without me having to blast your brains out"

[Ashen Lilies]

"Try it. You're weak, your philosophy tells me so."
Kal will hold him up, while attempting to beat him around the head, neck and abdomen with ruthless precision, each strike going for a major nerve cluster of some sort. He's not trying to kill Fallout, just beat him within an inch from it. And make him feel it.

[Beans]

Margaret watches with sick fascination and giggles horribly.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok inspects the Cerulean Queen with a brutal eye, looking over her as if inspecting a complex tool, mentally disassembling her and analyzing every piece of her appearance, behavior, and approach to combat as if it were gears and circuitry, before putting the royal sovereign back together in his mind and responding.

You may. And it's Magtok, just plain Magtok, your frost-styled highness. I'm wasn't born into anything, and I grew out of the self-proclaimed "Lord Magtok" nonsense ages ago. So have you got a hat of your own, or will you be needing to get one?

[iElf]

Fallout kicks at Kal with more power than a person of his frame could possibly have , trying to get him of himself

[waterpenguin43]

Magtok inspects the Cerulean Queen with a brutal eye, looking over her as if inspecting a complex tool, mentally disassembling her and analyzing every piece of her appearance, behavior, and approach to combat as if it were gears and circuitry, before putting the royal sovereign back together in his mind and responding.

You may. And it's Magtok, just plain Magtok, your frost-styled highness. I'm wasn't born into anything, and I grew out of the self-proclaimed "Lord Magtok" nonsense ages ago. So have you got a hat of your own, or will you be needing to get one?

Aah. Okay. And I'm afraid I shall be needing a hat, Magtok.

[Ashen Lilies]

It succeeds, and Kal is sent stumbling back.
"Cybernetic implants. Nice. But they won't be enough if you don't have the skill to use them. Otherwise, they're just a crutch."

[ApeofLight]

A man with blonde hair comes walking up to the front door. He's tailed by a large creature that slightly resembles a werewolf. It is really a gray putty looking thing in the shape of a large werewolf, although it is much leaner than your average werewolf.

Al knocks on the door and waits a second for some one to answer.

[iElf]

"if you wish to make a fight out of this, I am not interested. otherwise, I am quite willing to talk about our differences civilly"

...
gods, he is kind of annoying...

[Ashen Lilies]

Kal shakes his head.
"You're an idiot. A damned apathetic fool. I should just kill you."
He turns to leave.

[Lex-Kat]

Bianca approaches Magtok and hands him the paper. Here's my membership form.

Name: Bianca
Current Alignment: Evil
Desired Alignment: What kind of stupid question is this?
Profession: As if you don't know.
Race: Human.
Age: Not telling.
Why do you want to join HATS? To be near Magtok.
If you were a piece of fruit in a fruit bowl, which piece of fruit would you be? Cherry.
Any other important information: Depends.

[Lord Magtok]

Shoot. Well, we've got a bit of a shortage now, so you'll have to make do with the first thing I find, which is-

Magtok does some more digging in a pocket that definitely shouldn't be able to fit such large hats inside it, before pulling out this hat.

-this. I...erm, I suppose you might be able to look distinguished in it and not too gaudy, but-

And then the doorbell rings. Yay, an excuse to get out of this awkward excuse-making! Magtok answers the door, trying to shove aside anyone who ninjas a post in before he can get there.

Hello, you've reached the Heinous Association of Twisted Scoundrels, this is Top Hat and Scourge Upon All Without Headgear, The Esteemed and Beloved and Respected Magtok speaking. Who would you be?

[iElf]

fallout claps his hands sarcastically "big words for such a aggressive mind. attack me again, and I won't hold back."

[Tyrion L.]

Tyrion smiles at Kal. It looks like we are getting along nicely.