Adrian ~ Snake Woman Good. Reptile Man Bad.

Adrian's ears twitched slightly as Isarabi brushed up against him. A woman's touch wasn't foreign to him, though he was usually more prepared for it than this, not to mention the fact that men usually weren't pointing guns at him at the same time either. The swordsman's emerald green eyes glanced down at the snake woman as she pulled his arm down, letting himself slip a little further into the facade. Admittedly he hadn't expected the plan to go off this smoothly. But then again maybe this lot was a bit more patient then the groups he was used to.

Then Scael happened. "...What?" Adrian stated bluntly, a look of confusion appearing on his face as Scael tore in to the man. "When was that part of the pla-?" a quick glance in Charles' direction answered that question. Scael had screwed them over. "Why the-....When did-....." Adrian's confusion soon turned into outrage as he turned to Scael, crying, "What the hell did you do!?" The half-elf slid out of Isarabi's grasp, feeling his sensibility return to him almost instantly. As Adrian made his way over to the mangled body, he chanced a glance at the other fleeing mobster. Before he could make a move against him though, Scael revealed that he apparently had a plan all along. "Oh.....this will be good." Adrian smirked, waiting for Scael to finish before throwing in his two cents. "Don't worry about hitting you? Are you retarded? You're fast but I'd chance a gamble that you're not this fast." Adrian lifted his palm towards the fleeing Mobster, firing off a bolt of lightning towards the man without so much as a second look. Whether it hit or not didn't matter, all that mattered was that Scael knew not to stand in front of Adrian. "No, you're going to stay back with Isarabi and cover her while she prepares whatever poison she needs while I unleash a little heavy artillery. You can move in once the cars have stopped exploding."

Adrian spoke in a stern voice to the blood soaked man, his tone still carrying a hint of intolerance for his earlier actions. The swordsman still couldn't quite believe that after their plan had gone off without a hitch, Scael had botched it up. After calming himself down a bit, Adrian glanced up at the skies absentmindedly. "Huh....looks like rain." he stated flatly as mana poured out from him, causing the clouds to grow dark and a storm to pick up around the space port. "Remember....don't move in until after the cars have finished exploding. The last thing I want to do is spend tomorrow pulling a rear axis out of your ass." Adrian took to the skies above without another word, soon disappearing against the dark back drop of the clouds above.

Scael was taken aback. Adrian had lightning powers? He must have missed that when he skimmed his team's data sheets in the CA. Scael saw the merit in the new suggestion. "All right, I'll cover Isarabi. You do your shit. I'll move in after the lightning's abated." After Adrian had floated up to the heavens, he glanced at Isarabi. "You okay with this? The plan, I mean."

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'Vinsh' - My Name

His hands gripped the knife more tightly than before, the girl had just earned a solid place in his list of people to hate. "No, you can't and you won't," he said without looking back, sounding more frustrated than angry. He really hated that nickname. "Vincent will be just fine," he added at the end, hoping that the girl wouldn't call him 'Vinsh' again. Only the boy and her were allowed to do that, and no one else.

A few minutes or what seemed like hours passed as the two walked in the endless darkness. Their footsteps echoed whenever their feet touched the ground, making the place seem completely empty and void. Suddenly, Vincent stopped in front of her without telling. "We're here," he said with his knife pointed forward. A flight of stairs appeared in front of him, they were completely white and was a welcome contrast to the darkness that had been surrounding them for so long. The outline of a vrown wooden door could be seen at the top. "All you have to do is climb to the top and open the door." He turned around and showed the girl his eerie bandaged face. "Go."

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Romanadvoratrelundar – If you want a place in the History books, then do something dumb before you die!

As the mobsters turned to leave, Romana glanced back up at Charles, and noticed he was blushing. “Oh, Charles, did I really embarrass you that much?” she said apologetically, quiet enough so the mobsters wouldn’t hear it as they started to walk back. “I am sorry, but I had to make the act look convincing. At least it will be over soon, and then we can just forget all about this, alright?” The Time Lady gave him a pat on the back.

-In fact, it was over sooner than Romana had expected. For a moment she just stared, stunned at what Scael had just done. It struck her as such a stupid and shocking thing to do, that for a moment her mind just refused to process it.
Then as it sunk in, she immediately let go of Charles and put a hand to her face.

“Please tell me after all our hard work, Scael didn’t just screw the plan up...” she muttered, closing her eyes in disbelief. She opened them again, only to exchange looks with Charles before glaring at Scael, her mouth in a tight line. Her expression showed she was anything but pleased.

“I really hope for your sake you’ve got some way of redeeming yourself for this...” Romana spoke coldly, as Scael turned back to them. Her expression became less angry as he explained his plan, but by the end of it, it was still clear she was somewhat pissed off by the fact that whole little display had now been for nothing.
Some people just need to learn to show a little self control...and respect for their team leader’s plans. she thought to herself.

But nonetheless, Romana had to admit Scael’s plan sounded decent, and she nodded. “I expect so,” she replied, when her part in the plan was mentioned. “I can even dodge bullets if I can anticipate them.” She then sighed. “And it is nice to know you have some common sense in that head of yours after all, Scael...no matter how small that common sense may be. I just hope you don’t make a habit out of this.”

Romana took her thin wand-like device out of one of her pockets, pressing a button on its side. With a few small clicking sounds, the metallic silver device began to quickly extend, getting longer and bigger, one end quickly forming into the head of a mallet. Lines engraved around its surface gently glowed a pale shade of pink. She kept a firm grip on the sonic croquet mallet by her side, just in case she needed it. The blonde-haired woman then looked to where the mobsters were, keeping an eye on them.


{Romana’s telepathic extension, inside Jake’s mind}

Romana rolled her lips inward in amusement for a moment. “Very well...‘Vincent’,” she replied, putting emphasis on the name. She knew what it was like to be called names you’d prefer not to be called, so she didn’t press the matter any further. She got the feeling he didn’t like her very much...which was understandable. The feeling was quite mutual; oh Romana could certainly say that...although she had developed a slight respect for him after the incident with the child.

She followed on the rest of the way in silence, hands clasped behind her back as she walked. How much longer is this going to take? she wondered. I’ve never been inside a mind that took this long to simply wake someone up before...

The time traveller almost walked straight into Vincent, as he stopped suddenly. She had to stop on tip toe and stumble backwards slightly to stop herself from crashing straight into him.
“Did you have to stop so suddenly like that?” she asked, with just a hint of annoyance. She looked around the man at the flight of stairs, before looking back to Vincent. “Right.” She sorted out her scarf, holding it up so the ends wouldn't trail on the steps and trip her up. “Thank you for escorting me, Vincent. It’s been...” she stopped for a moment, realising that she couldn’t exactly say ‘a pleasure’. “...interesting, I guess.” she finally finished. The young woman then looked to the stairs, beginning to climb them to the top. Reaching the last step, she glanced back towards where she assumed Vincent was, before opening the door...

“And this better be the last door I need to go through,” she sighed under her breath. “It feels like I’ve been inside this mind for months.”

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Scael waved his hand dismissively. "Common sense is overrated; it limits your options. Common sense is what made you guys act like a married couple. Common sense makes politicians ignore perfectly rational ideas because they don't want to look bad." He made a quick sweeping gesture from his shoulders to his legs. "Common sense is probably to blame for this."

Scael shrugged and looked away. "Oh, don't worry, I will," he said, just to annoy her.

Scael wondered when Adrian was going to do his thing. He had a strong desire to rend flesh... one that was getting stronger by the minute. If lightning didn't strike soon...

Then he blinked. Something was wrong with that. He thought about it for the first time. Adrian had said, You can move in once the cars have stopped exploding.

Blankly, he turned to Romana and asked, "Aren't we taught in school that a car is the safest place to be in a thunderstorm?"

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Isarabi White: Peanut Butter Jelly Time

"And this is why we can't have nice things." She commented with a small sigh as she watched Scael have a party with the mobster. She looked over at Adrian and gave a small shrug,"Guess it's all gone to hell now, so weapons out?" And then Adrian left her, and she felt a little colder, one might even go so far as to say lonely.As Scael and Charles argued, she chuckled slightly while pulling out her poison gun and got the extra bullets ready. When Scael mentioned his plan, she chuckled and twirled her modified gun on expert fingertips. "At the ready whenever you are." She slapped a few of the glass bullets in, a light green shade to the glass as the liquid within shook around.

Adrian's little burst of electricity threw her off. "Oh..." she said, more than a little surprised. Bringing her out of her slight daze at the mention of covering her, she gave a glare at Scael. "Now who'se covering who? I have the long distance-weapon here. If you need any help, I also have a sword of my own, but then again, you're a big boy and can take care of yourself, right?" She shrugged when Scael asked for her opinion on the plan, but her pride was mollified by it despite her nonchalant gesture. Romana seemed to be having a little difficulty in taking in the 'scenery', sadly enough. She'd stop by later to see if she was alright...though she'd prolly seen some bad stuff in her time too.

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Scael craned his head away from Isarabi, looking at her askance. "Now, don't bear your fangs at me. I was weighing our strengths and weaknesses. I wanted to ensure you had no complaints." He grinned at her. "Besides, I think Adrian was starting to warm up to you." He chuckled and looked towards the skies.

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Romanadvoratrelundar – Don’t ask Romana a question Don’t talk to Romana at all, unless you’re prepared to get an ear-full.

Romana raised an eyebrow at Scael, not looking in the slightest bit impressed. She grimaced at the sight of him; covered in blood.
“Common sense also saves lives, and helps prevent mistakes,” she remarked back. “You shouldn’t overrate it, but you certainly shouldn’t underestimate it. That can be just as bad...I’ve disregarded common sense enough in the past to know that. All the trouble I could have avoided, if only I hadn’t acted so foolishly...”

Romana’s look only sharpened at Scael’s response the last part of her speech. She rolled her eyes. “Do that, and you certainly won’t be earning yourself any favours,” she snapped bluntly.

The time lady peered into her coat pocket. “K9, are you ready?”
“Affirmative, Mistress. This unit is on standby for combat.”
“Good. From what I gather, the weather’s going to get stormy, so stay inside my coat for the moment, you understand? I know you have water defences in place, but I still don’t fancy the idea of you being out in a thunder storm unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Understood, Mistress.”

Romana then blinked at Scael’s question. “Well to be quite honest, the safest place to be in a thunderstorm is inside a building; preferably you don’t want to be outside at all,” she commented. “But outside, a vehicle ensures the best protection, certainly...Of course, that is scientifically speaking. From what little I understand of it, Adrian’s ability may well be capable of targeting cars...it depends how much control he has over the energies he uses, and how capable he is of manipulating the electricity, I suppose. They never taught us much about magic at the Academy, unfortunately...not beyond Psionics and Temporal studies, if you interpret those as magic. We didn’t learn anything about the use of mana, though, so I can’t be sure how Adrian’s power works. If it’s anything similar to how we Time Lords utilise Artron energy* and certain other energies, however, I expect he can manipulate the energy he uses enough to change the very physics, the very nature of the way something works, albeit with some limitations...” Romana shrugged. “...At an educated guess, anyway. I should really read up more about the concept of manipulating energies other than time, though certain methods...‘Magic’ as some may call it is still a little beyond me, if I’m quite honest.”

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*Artron energy is one type of energy with a close connection to time travel and temporal power, where Romana is from, and can be used in a number of ways.

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{Roy}

_Solving a Problem_

" To lure them in a trap, of course." Roy mentioned, right after he asked his question to the veteran member. He imagined that with a name like Spider, he expected him to be an expert of traps, and it also helps that memories of the first ordeal of yesterday's trials were still fresh in his head so Roy couldn't imagine it otherwise. " Can't use the same tactic all the time, can we?"He said in jest. Despite the situation, Roy was relatively calm.

" Honestly, I'm quite glad, Charles and Romana, aren't present with us." Roy mentioned his right hand holding back a mischievous smile. " And that, I'm partnered with you, because, I'll come clean, I had no intention of sparing the leader and his [i]"hands". "[/i] He said, a matter of fact way. " Frankly, they'll probably find a loop hole in the legal system and get out, and probably plot revenge." Roy went on to say.

" I mean, we can offer them a chance." Roy said to Spider, while he waited for the next mobster to come around. " I'm just saying we kill them, after they refuse." He pointed, with a such a cold tone of his voice, like his blood was ice water. "See, I prefer my team to be the type of people that offer second chances."

" While, I, on the other hand, remain to solve problems for them ." Roy remarked.

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Isarabi White: Cat got your tongue?

She started a little at Scael's comment regarding the relationship of Adrian and herself. Her brows furrowed and her eyes squinted, almost as if in distaste of the idea, but in reality, it was more at the shock that Scael might have been right. "Oh..." She was uncharacteristically disquieted and left with nothing to say. Her pale skin with light purple splotches darkened around her cheekbones slightly, making the almost freckle-like splotches darken a bit, as if there were light purple bruises there.

She stopped twirling her gun on her fingertip and held it tightly in her hand for a moment, but after a brief shaking of her head with gently closed eyes, she then turned her eyes to the sky along with Scael's to see when/if Adrian would return to them anytime soon. She heard Romana talking to her dog, thing, and asked softly, "Will your..K-9 be useful?" She seemed a little doubtful, despite the dog's 'combat form'. This was one of her roundabout ways of seeing if Romana was alright after all of the bloody scenery, despite the talk about different types of powers and mistakes made in the past.

She was starting to get a little antsy.

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-Outside the Port Building-

How easily Team B lost their focus on the mobsters as they fell into arguing with Scael, While the surviving member of the two mobsters who had approached them made his way back to his fellows, accurately screaming bloody murder. After a few moments of surprise however, the rag-tag criminal element were preparing to fight, drawing dozens of guns and weapons from the cars and using the vehicles for cover before preparing to open fire on the heroes with a hailstorm of bullets, lasers and the scattered photon weapon.

However, before the assembled thugs could even begin, a more dangerous foe drew first blood, as Romana found out first hand.
As the young(relatively) Time lady turned the slightest amount to voice her displeasure to Scael, a pinpoint thin beam of energy lanced down from above and to the side, grazing the side of Romana's face and leaving a burning wound before striking the ground centimeters from her feet and boring a deep hole straight into the cement.It likely wouldn't take the intelligent woman much time to consider that, should she have not, by chance, turned just that slightest bit towards Scael, an insignificant inch or two, The shot that had merely wounded her cheek would have instead gone diagonally down, straight through her jaw, into her chest, likely piercing one or maybe even both of her hearts, along with several other organs. Even with her superior body, Her surviving the hour would have been in question.
High above the clouds, out of sight of the group, an assassin floating in mid air under his own power sucked his teeth in disappointment at his missed kill-shot. He did not linger on his failure long though, as with a determined grin he stared down the sight of his weapon towards his prey again. He always liked when they had time to fear for their lives first...

As the myriad thugs opened fire at the team, another new threat stepped up to bat. Out of one of the SUVs climbed A veritable mountain of a man, both in height, and in noticeable paunch. After a cursory glance over the situation, he calmly made his way to the trunk, where he withdrew what seemed to be a large black orb about twice the size of a bowling ball, and long length of wrapped steel cable with a handle. As the large man made his way towards the front line, bundle tucked under one arm, he noticed Adrian flitting about in the air. With almost Casual ease, the behemoth grasped the fender of a nearby parked car and chucked it straight into the air, where it rocketed towards the flying elf.
Not bothering to see if he hit, he continued on his way towards the fray, he slipped the end of the cable into a slot in the orb, and with the newly assembled flail completed, began slowly spinning it as he made his way towards them.

Farther back in the lot, a tinted window lowered on one of the fancier black cars.A sharp pair of black eyes peered out of the sunken sockets of an almost emaciated looking skull, as their owner watched the situation devolve, scowling all the while. The observer made no move to joinin, though they didnt attempt to leave either. With a disgusted scoff, the window rolled back up and the engine of the car rumbled into life, as the car idled in the lot, unmoving...

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Scael Clawver -- Let's Get This Party Started!

Even if the sound of the attack on Romana had evaded Scael's ears, the smell of burning air would have caught his attention just as quickly. He turned sharply, noticed the mark on Romana's face, and the bore hole in the pavement. He shot his eyes skyward, and said, just loud enough for his team to hear, "Sniper!" He didn't ponder whether or not that would have been obvious without him calling it out. He looked for the sniper for a moment but was unable to find him before the gunfire from the mob sounded, and one of the bullets smacked him in the back of the head and flattened itself against his scales, barely making a whelt.

Scael grunted in minor pain, and reached up to rub the spot that had been hit. Then he turned to face the mobsters just as some huge guy in the middle chucked an SUV at Adrian. But Scael knew it wouldn't hit--Adrian wasn't some simpleton to let that happen. But this new foe... he was carrying a giant metal flail. A strong foe! Scael could almost feel himself drooling in anticipation. Then he shook his head, establishing his focus. In that instant, Scael gauged the level of intelligence of that huge guy, who now was hulking towards them. It wasn't that hard to figure out. He knew he had to do. Over his shoulder, he quickly said, "Charles! I'm on offense!" and then turned his attention back to the fray.

With a flick of his arms, he unsheathed his short sword, drawing it into his left hand; his right hand already held his punch dagger, still wet with blood. With a lurch, he dug his left foot into the ground and shot off from it, sprinting, making a bee-line for Mr. Flail, and bellowed out a feral roar for effect. He could hear the bullets whizzing by him and in some cases hitting his arms and legs; but his scales were too tough to be sundered; his muscles harder than steel; his bones almost indestructable; he was running full tilt and barely noticing them. His eyes met with Mr. Flail's, and he grinned wickedly, like a viper upon a mouse.

He just needed one swing...

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Isarabi White: Dun dun dun dun dun, another one bites the dust.

She had been looking at Romana at the moment when she was hit, and immediately she looked up into the air moments before Scael yelled out sniper, and took aim with her modified gun. Inside the bullets that were int he chamber was her favorite type of poison: the one that she was named for. It turned the victims white upon their death. She used her quickfire ability, took aim and fired.

"What are we playing, soccer?" She muttered to herself as she took aim at a grunt and heard Scael demand offense. Really? "Aww, crap, guess that makes me support." She frowned deeply at the number of grunts, gave Scael another look to make sure that he was alright before scanning everyone else in the group before looking back up into the sky for Adrian. Would the elf ever fall down? Geez. One hand sweeping over her hip to where the cutlass was, the other holding the gun aimed at some grunts on the edge; she thought about picking them off from the outside when she remembered that Romana had a faceshot. Sure, she didn't think that the woman would let her vanity get in the way of business, but it was her face that was hit, and that could be shocking for anyone. While Isarabi was aware of the fact that she tended to look out for the women a bit more and coddle them, it wasn't because she thought that they couldn't handle themselves...it was just that she didn't think that they could in every hypocritical way possible. She viewed women and children and animals as something to protect, despite the fact that she was a woman, (one might even go as far as saying that she was an animal as well). "Romana, find cover!" She figured that Romana might need some time to recover.

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Adrian ~ This means war.

Adrian was still busy concentrating on gathering up the mana he needed for his impending barrage and thus wasn't quite prepared to have a car thrown at him. Especially not at this height. Thinking quickly though, the half elf allowed himself to fall to a lower altitude, watching as the SUV soared over his head. In an unexpected twist, Adrian chased after the vehicle, extending his palm out towards it as he beckoned the wind to his command. After a short while he was able to take control of the SUV's flight and glared back down at the man who'd thrown it at him. Adrian's elven eyes zoomed in on the battlefield below, noting that Scael had ignored his warning abou hanging back until things stopped exploding. No matter. If the guy could shrug off bullets then he could probably survive what was coming too.

Adrian dug his sword into the SUV's fuel tank, quickly noting the almost toxic smell of gasoline as he pulled it out. With another burst of wind the swordsman sent the SUV flying back towards the bulk of the mobsters, waiting until just the right moment to make his move. As the fuel leaking car neared the ground, and by proxy the mobsters, Adrian's entire right arm went ablaze with electricity as he targeted the oversized projectile. In a brilliant flash of light, Adrian sent a bolt of lightning careening down upon the SUV, igniting the fuel tank in what could only be described as a most dazzling display of exploding gasoline one had ever seen. The resulting shrapnel launched outwards in all directions, threatening to take out a large bulk of the mobsters before they knew what hit them.

By this point Adrian had gathered up enough mana to do what he had originally intended. Dark clouds gathered above both groups as rain spattered down upon the battlefield. If one looked hard enough though they would notice a uniquely large globe of water hovering above Adrian. The globe quickly split into roughly five high powered streams of water which Adrian proceeded to pummel the landscape with, still aiming at getting rid of as much cannon fodder as possible before turning his attention to the big guns.

Romanadvoratrelundar – Some say Witchcraft, I say Time Lord

Romana would have answered Isarabi’s question, if it hadn’t been for the shot to the face.
“ALERT MISTRESS ALERT-” However K9’s warning came too late. Romana cried out, clutching the side of her face which had been hit.

...That could have killed me, she realised, partly in shock. Her two hearts were hammering. If I hadn’t turned my head...

Quickly, judging by where she had been hit and the mark burnt into the ground, she made a note of the direction the shot had come from, before moving out of the way. She could feel the searing pain from the burn, but she chose to ignore it; she could worry about it later. What mattered now was staying alive.

She did catch Isarabi’s concern for her, though.
“And where exactly do you expect me to find this ‘cover’?” The time lady retorted back to the snake woman, in true Romana fashion. “Apart from the exploding cars, of course!”
- Yes, it was clear that Romana had no intention of letting one glancing shot get the better of her; she was made of stronger stuff than that.

“K9, can you track down the source of that attack?” the blonde-haired lady asked, as she ran. As she did so, a crackle of bright blue energy fizzled briefly around her for a second, as she activated her Time Ring. With apparently immaculate speed, she dodged any stray bullets headed her way, before returning to normal with another crackle of energy each time.

“Affirmative, Mistress. Target located,” spoke the electronic voice from Romana’s pocket, before reporting the exact co-ordinates of the sniper to her.
“I want you to keep an eye on it – tell me the moment anything changes. Keep an eye on its life signs as well.” Though Romana hoped Isarabi’s poison had done the trick, she wasn’t going to take any chances.

“Also,” she flipped her sonic croquet mallet back into its smaller pen shape, before reaching inside her pocket and handing it to her dog. “I want you to locate Adrian. Program the sonic device to lock onto his life signature and amplify his energies.”
There was a faint whirring noise, as K9 set to work. “Processing...”

Meanwhile, Romana kept on moving; if it turned out the sniper had survived Isarabi’s shot, then she could at least keep him busy. Crackling with the same blue energy as before, Romana darted from one location to the next at incredible speeds, trying to keep her movements as unpredictable as possible. Continuing to be on the lookout for any dangers headed her way.
“Programming complete,” the voice of K9 spoke from her pocket. Romana reached in, taking out the sonic mallet and returning it to its mallet form.
“I hope this helps you, Adrian,” she murmured, switching the device on. A strange high-pitched hum started to fill the air, although above the sounds of gunfire and fighting it was hardly noticeable. But perhaps Adrian would have felt some strange force boosting his powers...



{Romana’s telepathic extension, inside Jake’s mind}

“What?” she called back, having not quite caught what Vincent had said. But the door had already closed behind her.

Romana blinked, staring around at the vast whiteness. It seemed a lot nicer here.
“Reminds me of the default desktop theme of certain TT capsules...” she murmured to herself. She called out aloud: “Jake?”

It was then she noticed the singing. Slowly, she made her way over to where she thought it was coming from, a soft and curious frown on her face. “...Hello?” the young time lady called out as she made her way closer.

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-Outside-

As Adrian's Water blasts sent cars spinning and scattered groups of yelling mobsters floating, and running this way and that, the large flail swinging mobster still couldn’t help Noticing the large Lizard man charging towards him. He did not seem particularly disturbed, continuing to swing his flail at an increasingly fast pace. Scael however, likely wouldn’t notice that the drops of water dripping off of his target were dripping from him with somewhat more force then was normal…
Unmindful, Scael plowed toward the giant, weapons striking home, only to fail to pierce the rotund mans skin, though it was pliable beneath them. Worse, as soon as he made contact, Scael felt his body suddenly grow heavier. He plummeted to the ground with an audible crash, actually creating a shallow indentation in the concrete beneath him, as within seconds he began to feel his muscles and bones straining just to support his body’s ridiculous new weight. His weapons fairly wrenched out of his grip with heaviness, Scael would notice the increased weight on his body start to lessen as soon as they left his grasp. The Large gangster only grinned down at him, and as he did so, the spinning weight of his flail suddenly sprouted a forest of blunt spikes, and began to emit a regular and ominous beeping noise...

Meanwhile, the sniper continued to take pot shots at the other members of the team, aiming mostly for their limbs, seemingly more interested in maiming them then killing them, but firing shots at all of them, particularly Adrian and Romana. That is, at least until Adrian launched his SUV gambit. As the Sniper saw what he was planning, he flew backwards, aiming carefully even upside down as he moved, and fired a single shot. Before the bolt of lightning struck the mobile bomb, a Large blast of energy, the same energy the sniper had been firing at the team, struck the vehicle from above, knocking it away enough to change it’s course enough that it would hit the ground closer to Adrian’s own comrades then the mobsters, though not close enough that it necessarily would guarantee any of them would be hit by the blast. Through the resulting smoke however, the sniper appeared to now be drifting a little farther down from his previous height.

Back in the Lander, The two advisors watched while receiving instructions from home over their C.A.s.after the conversation was concluded, Toro lowered his device with a sigh. “It looks like we’ll have more work to do soon. We should wrap this up quickly.” Marus nodded at his friend as he stood up to move towards the back of the Lander. “I’ll be ready in a moment, just need to get into my equipment.”
Toro turned back to watching the fight with his one eye, resting his chin on the back of a hand which was already holding a gun. “No rush…” he murmured, mostly to himself.

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Adrian Myoto ~ Patience is not my virtue.

Adrian drifted above the wreckage of his previous attack, the shadow of the thunderstorm he'd summoned all but blocking the ground from view. It was then that he felt a sensation like no other. It was familiar, yet new all at the same time. "Mana?" his mind questioned as he looked down at his palms, only to discover that they along with the rest of his body seemed to be glowing a strange white hue, like a pale mist rising off his body. Rather than a look of joy, terror appeared on the swordsman's visage. "No, not good. This much mana at once will be toxic for sure. Where the hell is it coming from!?" Adrian twisted and turned in the sky above, searching for the source of this unwelcome power. That is until the enemy sniper started targeting both him and his grounded comrades. "......You.....little-" his speech cut off as another shot whizzed by him, narrowly grazing the tip of his ear. Adrian flinched at the minor pain before his elven eyes zeroed in on the sniper.

The half-elf shot off through the sky, using the still unwelcome boost of mana to his advantage. It took only seconds for him to close the gap between himself and the sniper as he razed his blade to the sky, chanting some inaudible spell as he did. As Adrian swung the weapon though, the spell became quite evident as a crescent shaped arc of lightning shot out of the blade aiming to cut the sniper in two right then and there. Adrian meanwhile practically fell to the ground, slamming into it far more forcefully than he would have liked. The half-elf hiccuped a bit as he rose. "Not-hic-good. First stage of mana poison-hic-ing." The swordsman was already struggling to stand, appearing almost drunk in his actions. Adrian's mind raced to find a solution to the problem. Simply blasting it all out wouldn't work, his body would just absorb the mana from the environment around him, thus worsening his condition. No, he needed to find the source and quickly. The swordsman retreated briefly to where the rest of his allies were, taking shelter wherever he could find it in range to communicate with the others. "Did one of you bastards hit me with something!? If you did, knock that sh** off before it kills me!!"

Isarabi White: That Effin' Sniper...

She kept shooting at the sniper, refilling her bullets with the usual venom-filled cartridges meant to incapacitate and paralyze for a good three or four hours. "Godammnit", she muttered as she re-adjusted herself to the sniper's changing location. She noticed Adrian seemed to be glowing and frowned...she hadn't heard of that happening before. Looking further up at the car, she saw almost in slow-motion, the car movement and the sniper shoot the car. Muffling a curse under her breath, she didn't have too much time to do anything but move in the other direction of the car explosion and car bits that were flying near the group. She heard, rather than saw, Adrian fall to the ground, and after he crawled to 'shelter' she sprinted to him, aiming shots in the sniper's direction as a cover. Noticing Adrian's inebriated state, she frowned and contemplated poking him, but decided a little yell would probably suffice. 'He has big ears, they're probably sensitive enough', she thought before following through and answering his question, "It wasn't me, what the hell's happening anyways?"

She looked down at Adrian and took a more complete note on his state: the drunken-like attitude, the bullet-wound, etc. At this point, Isarabi began to feel warm, despite her cool blood, and a deep frown was on her face. Looking back up at the sniper, she bared a fang in a slight sneer and hissed in a sharp exhale as she began pumping out bullet after bullet and replacing the cartridges with an almost mechanical manner. This was Isarabi when she lost her cool, silent, the intent to kill visible as her irises became skinny, so that there were no differences between her usual ones, and that of the viper that she was genetically enhanced with. She had switched from paralyzing bullets to ones that would be lethal unless an antidote was found quickly. Necrosis and an extreme amount of pain would be the result of such a bullet: it was the same as being bitten by a viper.

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"HNGAAAAH!!" Scael's eyes rolled up into his head as every fiber of his body smashed into the ground as if his body weighed several tons, and he might have passed out right there if not for the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He blinked and tried to breathe and somehow managed to push himself up on his right leg just enough that he was able to spring heavily off his legs and roll away like an egg, awkwardly, but giving himself just enough distance to that hulking asshole so he could clear his mind and have time to figure out what the fuck just happened.

The bastard was coming at him, still swinging that giant ball and chain, grinning like the smug asshole he was, not about to give him time to recover. Scael's eyes narrowed to bloodshot, raging slits. "You son of a bitch," he growled, taking a heavy step forward and ripping off what remained of his holsters, casting it aside. "You dare make a fool out of ME?!" He took another step, flames licking at the back of his throat in fury, as the hulking mountain of flesh started to loom over him, getting ready to strike with his massive flail.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

Scael took a sharp, deep breath, and lunged forward with his left leg, and let out a feral roar, unleashing a wave of bright blue fire from his maw that engulfed the giant, his silhouette turning orange in the blue of the flame, and showing his every move as he thrashed about. The flame turned from blue to bright yellow and billowed up into the air between the mobsters and the other Lunatics, filling the area with the smell of baked air and charred hair and flesh, and blotted out the sun with the smoke.

His flames spent, Scael fell to his right knee, breathing hard, and staring at the ground. He looked up to see the result of his fervor.

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??? - The Rose

The lullaby got louder as she approached. It was more of a humming really, with a sweet voice filling in on lyrics of a foreign language from time to time. As the Time Lady got closer, the small figure of a woman appeared before her. She was beautiful.

Her skin was snow white and her hair was as red as the hottest flames. She was dressed in a lovely looking dress of definitely not local origin. Instead of ending at the bottom of her feet, it stretched onto the floor and hugged the surface with its warm, attractive design. Everywhere under her legs were flowers, birds and streams, drawn in the most vibrant of colors and style.

But of all of this, her face was the most noticeable. A striking image of perfection, her dark brown eyes were emitting a soothing gaze, her lips were of the perfect degrees of red and her face was curved and shaped like the impossibly beautiful statues of a park. She was like, the word just came to mind, a rose.

She was sitting on a small bench, humming her pretty songs. On her lap was a familiar swordsman, dressed in an odd combination of black pants, white shirt and green tie. The woman stroked her fingers along his face as she continued to hum, smiling as she drank in the beautiful moment. Romona would feel and odd atmosphere around her now, something was pulling her towards the two like the scent of a flower would do to a bee. But at the same time, she wished just as much to walk away, something here bothered her.

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And just like that, after what seemed like forever, the battle was over, though it took time to get everything sorted out afterward.
Outside, Toro took care of the remaining henchmen, somehow knocking them all out with a single continuous burst of fire, before going toe to toe with the sniper overhead. After a few minutes of finding himself outmatched in a long range battle with someone using a handgun, the sniper rethought his position and escaped via the sky, streaking into the distance.
Scaels Firebreath took care of the huge gangster, whose skin was apparently not as fireproof as it was durable. Unfortunately he succumbed to the shock of the burns before he could be stabilized. Scael took this explosive spiked flail as a trophy.

Inside, Roy and Spider managed the rest of the lower level gangster, while Milan dueled "Jackknife" James Carver, whose ability seemed to be imbuing his daggers with an accursed energy that made even a slight touch dangerous. Luckily Milan managed to best him, though not without suffering several cuts which instantly became infected. Meanwhile, Frank was having trouble with Jackie, the member in the colorful shirt who's ability was the absorption of anything coming in contact with his skin it seemed, which explained the lack of any kind of protection. It was all Frank could do just to dodge his attacks, since his dagger just ended up being absorbed into him and only seemed to feed him, and likely touching him would do the same. Kallis surprised everyone by solving the problem though, Allowing him to absorb his sword and then viciously pulling the energy it was made of back out through Jackie's skin, shocking his body enough to leave him comatose, but still miraculously alive. The group turned their attention onto the leader, but Sammy the Hand lived up to his reputation as more then just a figurehead, repulsing their effort with his formidable telekinetic abilities which he also used to control his four free floating robotic arms, apparent replacements to the two he had lost in some former altercation. Using his powers, he quickly busted a hole through the ceiling, and with the barrier gone, flew himself to safety while blocking the teams attacks with his powers. During the altercation, Jackknife Jimmy disappeared, escaping as well.

With the criminals rounded up and being hauled off for processing, the Lunatic Inc teams were currently back in the lander, a few minutes away from returning to the Asylum.

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{Roy}

_Lander_

To break the silence, Roy voiced what everyone thought " It was a complete disaster, you shouldn't have took that unnecessary risk , you're unfit to lead, and I'm going to kill you. Is probably what you're all thinking. " All with a wide grin on his face and a cocky look in his eyes. " Frankly speaking, it was interesting to see everyone in action." He said as he then started to rub his chin. " How you fight, How you think, what you do in a situation, who works best together, who doesn't." Roy went on to say as he analyzed the event. Roy was still dressed in his black and purple suit and top hat, but removed the bandages that hid his face so he properly speak to his team.

" Sure it was life threatening, but really, guys that was mild and good thing too. We need a lot of work." Roy mentioned and then gestured over to his pile of illegal rifles that he stole from the mobsters. He acted like a kid in a candy shop that brought an endless supple of treats. " Plus look at the swag. Such sweet, weaponry, I look forward to when I have enough to afford Toto or was it Toro? Regardless, I can't wait to purchase a custom weapon from him using the resources of these guns." He said in pure bliss. The fact the guns can shoot laser beams faster than the speed of light, Roy couldn't help but think it was awesome.

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"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit

Scael, who had been staggered by the crippling weight of his own body, was now almost fully healed except for some sore, bruised and possibly fractured bones which would take a little longer to heal. But his sword, punch dagger, throwing knives and axes had been warped by the gravity manipulation of that rotund son of a bitch and would need to be reforged. He hoped Lunatic Inc. had quality blacksmith facilities. He sat in the lander with his arms crossed, wearing his cloak, his tail twitching and occasionally slapping the deck in frustration, with the mobster's stolen spiked flail resting under his feet, crossed at the ankles. "Agreed," Scael growled in the direction of Roy. "We do need quite a bit of work." He turned his eyes to Charles "Before you start, Charles, I'm talking about myself as well." His eyes rested on the middle distance. "I made mistakes too. Communication, it seems, is not my strongest attribute." If Scael had disagreed with Charles' plan from the get-go, he should have said something. A simple voice of concern would have saved a lot of frustration later.

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----Charles J. Price: The sting of failure----

"Damn right it is. It was like watching blind mice scamper through a maze in that hell hole. Charles grumbled, glaring at everyone in the Lander. He still didn't know why they had to ride in this thing. Especially now that its odor reeked of defeat. "Fucking hell Scael, if you would have just waited we'd have a chance to defeat them without any casualties. We didn't even capture them all did we?' The teleporter scanned the area for any hint that stated the cantuary, finding none he sighed. "I had a feeling this wasn't going to work. Now we're going to be the laughing stock of the Asylum, not that I give a damn, but you have to admit it's pretty fucking sad." He gave a little nod of his head at Adrian. "Look at us, we can't even stand on our own two feet without limping."

He sat back with contempt, steadily lowering his hat to hide his line of sight from the team in front of him so he can retreat back into his own anger and bitterness. "Excuse me while I spend some time contemplating our ruined payroll and reputation. On the plus side, at least I got the space station's entire parking space memorized just in case something happens again. I have its coordinates labeled and mapped too. And Roy has his loot, I'm sure some of you have stolen your share as well. Whoopie-fucking-doo." He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, except he couldn't. It was just the failure nagging at the back of his mind, noooo, the damned Lander was far too loud for him. That trip to the space station with the spins and the diving was replaying over and over again like an unwanted memory. Then that image of him and Romana acting like a married couple popped up out of nowhere and '...Khron damn it.'

He hated feeling the sting of failure, it was perhaps one off the worst feelings in the universe. He didn't understand how Roy could be so Khron damned happy about it. Sure, he got his loot, but in his opinion none of them deserved anything.

'Maybe I should have stayed in Rathya.' he thought. A few seconds afterwards, he decided that was a stupid idea and he should have never thought it. "Yeah, and then get executed by the Khron damned Order of Pyr. Real fucking smart idea that." Once again, the teleporter tried to get some rest until they reached their destination. Obviously sleep was not gonna come easy for a while, a few days tops.

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