Entry tags:
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- !plot: end of the world news,
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- b5,
- bart allen,
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- captain picard,
- chris ramirez,
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- jaime reyes,
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- kon-el,
- kyle reese,
- luke skywalker,
- mai,
- paco,
- robin,
- ron stoppable,
- samus aran,
- sensor,
- slobo,
- sokka,
- static,
- stature,
- the major,
- wags-tail-a-lot,
- wyn callahan,
- zelda and sheik
Phase 2 - Running the Ratrace
You have my sincerest apologies, but I have my mission.
The traps start. Rotating blades coming out of the walls and floors and ceilings, jets of fire, lasers, holographic enemies. The clear walls of the maze let them see what's happening to everyone else.
The traps start, and they have to stay alive despite them. If they stop avoiding them, it's their own fault, you see, if they die. That makes it indirect enough for Stacy's Anti-harming-the-crew protocols to be avoided, as Hal, despite his reprogramming, still has to follow some constraints.
Please commence with killing yourselves by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The only chance the group has is if they work together to stay alive, and somehow they have to take out the shield projectors creating the maze even though they themselves are shielded...
[ooc: Cooperation is key, people. Hal can only adapt to one power/skill-set at a time, not all of them.]
The traps start. Rotating blades coming out of the walls and floors and ceilings, jets of fire, lasers, holographic enemies. The clear walls of the maze let them see what's happening to everyone else.
The traps start, and they have to stay alive despite them. If they stop avoiding them, it's their own fault, you see, if they die. That makes it indirect enough for Stacy's Anti-harming-the-crew protocols to be avoided, as Hal, despite his reprogramming, still has to follow some constraints.
Please commence with killing yourselves by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The only chance the group has is if they work together to stay alive, and somehow they have to take out the shield projectors creating the maze even though they themselves are shielded...
[ooc: Cooperation is key, people. Hal can only adapt to one power/skill-set at a time, not all of them.]
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Eyes glued to what looks like one of the holes, he steadies himself - then, as soon as it starts to open, he grabs the blade with the Shadow, twists, and shoves it back in. Sideways. There's a jolt as the opening attempts to close on the knife, then snap open again, but it's wedged in too far for the opening to move.
"That's one down," he calls out, already moving on to the next. The spears don't bother him, even if he does recoil on instinct from some of them.
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There's a broken circuit. He has an idea of a work-around but, he needs some sort of--
"Scrap metal. I need a small piece of scrap metal to act as a conductor. Gold preferably. Where can I find--"
Oh. Oh, Brenda. You have no idea what your sentimentality has managed to do for him--and by extension, the rest of them.
"In my right pocket, there's a necklace. Get it out. Don't damage the pendant itself, I just need several links from the chain broken off."
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"I've got knives, but I don't think that's what you're looking fo-"
She blinks and digs with her other hand, pulling out the chain. She sets it on the ground carefully, then uses one of her knives to hack a few links off of it. She hands the links over, then scoops the pendant back up and stows it again, "There."
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And then she zoomed back up from behind it. She dove down at the grab, picking up a bunch of the blades thrown at them before flying up high in the air and going intangible until she could shove one of the blades into one of the firing slots.
An ecto blast added in with each one to make sure it was jammed in there quite securely.
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And a motionless obstacle is certainly more ideal than one shooting up without warning.
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Namely, by blasting them with his modified Dracon beam. It tended to leave gouges in the floor, but "gouged" was better than "potentially hiding a spear".
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There's a last bright flash of his omnitool, deft fingers snap other pieces into place and then:
"It's repaired! Stay in the immediate vicinity!"
He stands up, perhaps a tetch unsteadily, and a blue shield blankets them all, wavering yellow around the edges. All weapons from the walls, the floor, or anywhere else will deflect. Hell, his forcefield can withstand an antimatter detonation.
"Normally--" he says, unsteadily, but with the gritted teeth of someone still managing to hold it together. "I would be fully capable of doing it myself, but I'm going to have to delegate the task of determining a solution to our predicament to someone else, while I try to remain conscious--despite a moderate state of hypovolemia."
That's Brainy for: 'Someone else think of something, I'd normally be smart enough to, but I'm concentrating on shielding our butts and if it wasn't for sheer force of will, I'd keel over unconscious from blood loss.'
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[Zelda, what are you doing?!]
Sheik can't help but be furious and afraid - if she's doing what he suspects, then this entire charade is for nothing.
[I can help, I know I can! If he cannot help us, if something happens to him - or everyone else here - simply because no one healed him...]
[No!]
None of this conflict shows on his face; Zelda has tight control of his body now.
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He'll wait for Brainy to answer Sheik's (technically Zelda's) question. It's a relief to know that they're safe even for a short time. It's valuable, it lets them think.
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< Can either of you shoot a gun? > he asked, looking between Dani and Sheik. He was a little reluctant to give up his weapon when he'd spent so long without one, but it would probably be more useful outside of Dox's force field.
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"If it's magical healing: as long as I'm not turned into an animal in the process."
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"You won't be turned into an animal," she says reassuringly, turning back to him, "You will need to expose the wound - I shall endeavour to act quickly." The smile on his face is almost entirely out of character. "And... I suggest you close your eyes."
Red eyes close - those watching closely will note the image of the Triforce suddenly flare brightly on the back of his right hand, the bottom left triangle doubly bright. Then there's a blinding flash of light - and when the light clears, it isn't Sheik kneeling beside Brainy, but Zelda - Sheik's cowl and wraps are gone, replaced by small gold Triforce earrings, hair back in a neat braid, and a distinctly feminine form beneath the plantsuit. She gives them a quick look ever with brilliant blue eyes, then turns back to Brainy.
"My name is Zelda," she says softly, rearranging the transuit to expose one small hand. Already, faint blueish-white light is visible from between her fingers. "Please hold out your arm."
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There's a certain set of drugs that exists in his universe. Let's just say they're the type that make sex-swap fic-writers very happy.
Brainy quickly pulls off the pressure bandages, wincing as the bleeding starts up again. Make it quick, Zelda. They don't have a ton of time. One, he needs the bleeding to stop, two, they just don't have a lot of time.
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She stops the bleeding first - that is the highest priority priority. The next is for the wound to start to seal over, and the next is the blood loss - she can't fix it entirely, it's out of her league, but she can fix as much as possible.
Drawing another breath in, her eyes close entirely as she concentrates, the veins in her hand and the Triforce mark showing gold through her skin. The tips of her fingers feel warm; Brainy's arm should feel much the same.
Finally, the wound seals, and the blood loss fixed to an extent that the worst he should get is some mild wooziness. Sitting back, she surveys him anxiously. "Is that better?"
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Brainy, you're forgetting something...
"...Thank you."
There you go.
"We need to move." He's still out of it, but coherent enough to shield them and actually start thinking. His eyes dart around at all the different parts of their trap, the traps themselves, the sensors, the projectors. "I need time to think. I'm still collating."
That need to stay alive long enough for him to get an idea, and in the meantime, he trusts the others to have ideas of their own. Maybe someone else will even think of something first.
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Her eyes close again, there's another of those blinding flashes, and now it's Sheik who's back - fuming, tugging the cowl back over his face. For a moment, he just gazes ahead, struggling to get his emotions back under control. "Do not speak of Zelda's presence," he finally says, his voice soft, brittle. "Her life could be forfeit if the wrong people learn of her."
Brainy's plan better be worth it, considering the colossal risk Zelda has just taken.
[I will not regret helping someone, Sheik. I never could.]
Ignoring her for now, he turns back to Ax. "You wished to know if I could use a gun?" he confirms, "I have had weapons training, yes." Even if it does take more magic than he's comfortable with to actually interact with the environment when immersed in the Shadow.
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"Well, whatever we're going to do, let's do it quickly. We can't just wait here for this robot or whatever to get tired of trying to kill us."
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She just wasn't sure about the whole group. She never tried it, and it didn't seem with weapons flying at them was the best time to make it sound like she absolutely could.
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"We need to break the sensors," he says. "If we blind it we'll buy ourselves time to find a way to stop the projectors."
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