Post by The B-Witch on Jul 4, 2010 13:20:55 GMT -5
*More police were arriving on the scene...called in by those on the scene when it was apparent the clique, New Gods were present. In his unassuming guise as a kindly old lady...the Schemer was easily capable of manipulating the situation to his advantage.*
Officers!!! They are attacking my donut shop!! They know it's payroll day!! Help me!!
*The county sheriff...local law enforcement and the state police were on the scene with tear gas, standard issue swat team weapons....but that was not enough to defeat a powerful band of mutants.
An officer was on the horn calling to the MRD...and a national guard station who were 20 minutes away in the evacuated metropolis of Manhattan still cleaning up the dinosaur and giant bug infestation. For now...what was on the scene would have to do.*
Man...the Clique has sunk to a new low...threatening a poor old lady. *One officer said and fired tear gas at the appoarching mutants. Two of the Schemer's new recruits. firebug and Rocket were fighting the new gods. And the Schemer himself retreated back into the bakery. The force field generators were on full....rotating their frequency harmonics constantly to prevent Spectre or Llyron from teleporting inside.
Eventually Llyron....Hard Core...maybe Brawn or Spectrum would pound their way inside the bakery. But the Schemer would be ready. He had a hidden weapons galore within...and a batch special bake goods with deadly potential.*
Let those ninnynoodles come. *He said grinning...and using his omniblaster as a cane to support the aging body he presently inhabited.* I'll some lovely snakcs ready for them.
--
She couldn't make too public of an appearance. There were police everywhere...and the sight of a pregnant supervillian would never play out very well. She sat in her car with the top up and just watches the madness, shaking her head.
"Oh darling...why do you always do such...insane things?"
She watches a few more officers rush in to try to see if they can get donuts help the elderly woman inside the building to evacuate her, only to come against the force field and bounce back twitching. Her darling must be in someone with Alzheimer's to not consider the notion of people trying to rescue her. She sighs then slowly removes her selenium clip and tosses it into the back seat of her car to allow for a clear...thought.
Darling...really...you're scaring me more and more of late...
--
LLyron smashed a nearby hyrdrant, and bathed in it's restorative waters.
"Officers, don't be fools like your leadership. Since when does the crowned Prince of Atlantis rob bakeries. It's the schemer ... and he's altered his appearance and your perception to appear to be an old woman. Unless the bakery lady has taken to wearing fedoras and making force fields out of gingerbread?"
He ignored them from that point on. Their weapons could not even harm him - at least without schemer resupplying them. He flips a control on his trident, and the blades extended, with layers of selenium, adamantium, alchemical orichalcum, and vibranium. The materials each had their target ... orichalcum vs mystical, vibranium vs energy, selenium vs psionics (he was not above believing schemer capable of creating an artificial psionic TK field), and adamanium vs physical. He was in the mood for some physical conflict. He charged and smashed his weapon upon the field, but was repulsed ... even in his freshly hydrated form.
"I warn you schemer ... strange once thought the crimson bands unbreakable. My father proved him wrong. Hubris shall be your downfall ... Surrender now, and we'll get you a fresh genetically engineered body for your powerful mind to reside in."
--
*The Schemer noted that Llyron was appealing to the officers who were taking him seriously.*
I think he's right Sarge. *A uniform who had run into the force field.* There's some kinda invisible wall around the donut shop. It's gotta be the Schemer.
*The Schemer heard telepathically...and used that same power to alter the officers way of thinking.*
You're such a clever little sea monkey, Llyorn. But it won't work. These officers are local....no expensive selenium on their person to protect them from my mental powers.
Use your tear gas on Llyron, sonny. *He instructed the leader of the police...oh...and have the MRD bring in the concussion cannons they've recently developed. That drive off these super powered meanies.
*He tuned back and checked the bakery ovens to see how his freshly baked weapons were coming.* Almost done.
*Again he addressed Llyron.* I've a better idea, Sonny....fly back home....or granny will be adding bagels and lox to today's special....with you as the main ingredient.
*He then addressed Hard Core.* Down sound so glum, sugar plum. Play it smart, sweetums....join with me again. I didn't include you in my little purge...because I love you. I'll give you another chance. Just don't stand my way. This plan of mine will bring the whole world to it's knees!!
--
Darling...Eric had a point. The schemes have gotten a bit out of hand lately. I love you, sincerely, but your genius seems to have been slipping of late...like now, you're thinking and oddly sounding like an old woman. Let me in so I can see you.
She eases from her car and walks around the building, watching for the tell-tale perimeter line on the ground for the force field. No one seemed to be utilizing the back entrance...the delivery doors for the bakery itself, as most seemed to prefer the frontal attack.
She puts her hand forward against the invisible wall of a force field and holds it there, seeing the glowing around her hand where it was connecting. She furrows her brow hearing the Clique sentinels that Eric sent moving closer, shuddering a bit at the notion of them possibly attacking her or worse, neutralizing her abilities and risking her children.
--
LLyron considered ... this field was incredibly strong. Schemer had to be stopped - but he was having ZERO effect on this field ... in fact, he wasn't sure, but had he actually BENT the adamantium laced tip? He WAS a genius after all. But perhaps a tactical maneuver was in order. He turned and dropped an anchor tag ... the device he'd been promoting Threshold to use ... a magnetic field generator swirling adamantium laced selenium particles in the air. A limited area of effect ... a twenty foot radius, but it would effect Hardcore and himself.
"Back off, demon. Or I'll hit you with my highest level of desalinizer ..."
He flipped the control, so she could see it if observant, that the level was actually negligible. A visual effect ... to make schemer think Llyron was killing Hardcore.
If she went along.
And if he cared enough to come out from his protection ...
He fired upon her.
--
Eric?? *The Schemer croaked in reply to Harc Core.* You mean that ninnynoodle that tried to imprison me when all of manhattan was open for the taking?? Eric?? That enemy of enterprise...that crusader against captialism?? He cost us billions, muffin!! But I'll get it all back.
*He glanced at the counter where donuts sat cooling...and grinned.* Forgive the granny speak, pumpkin. It can't be helped. My mind is part of this woman right now....we're sharing a consciousness. Our thoughts are one until I find another body. You see porkchop....these donuts are specially baked with explosive microscopic nanties. Everybody that eats them will become a living bomb. I'll send samples to the white house....congress...military bases...throughout the civilian population. I'll threaten to detonate the nanties unless the clique's terms are met...and my terms will be the unconditional surrender of this country!!
*He smiled when she expressed her love for him still.*
I'll let you in if you.....What the devil?? *He realized what Llyron was doing and spewed forth in a vemonous rant.*
Leave her alone, Llyron!!! Stop what you are doing....or so help me I will....*He called to the police he was manipulating.*
Stop him!!! open fire with tear gas now!!! Get flame throwers!! Use everything you have....drive him off!! *And the police complied....firing ineffectually standard shotgun rounds...and tear gas on Llyron's position.*
--
Not all of us are in it for the money anymore darling, it isn't as if we don't have more in the black than the country does in the red.
She shakes her head a little, looking at the glowing infront of her hand again.
Evil Krispy Kremes... She can't help but snicker a bit as it was actually a very devious plot. Then she hears Llyron and furrows her brow.
"What? You'd neve..."
The desalinization beam hits her and she winces a bit, though barely noticing her sweat vanishing...but already being a bit dehydrated she slumps some, her free hand clutching her stomach.
"Fishy bastard..."
--
Good, he'd relied on her intellect to understand when struck by the lightest setting. He continues centering the beam on her, gloating and laughing.
"d**n you to hell, demoness. You WILL die beneath my alien weapon - muscles contracting, until they explode ...arms, limbs, diaphram ... and lastly your inhuman heart will burst. But first, even now, your unborn children are in cardiac arrest. Can you feel them dying within you?"
It was a lie. But then ... Llyron, much like his appearance, was a prince of lies. And the selenium field would hopefully prevent schemer from sensing the truth in her mind.
He ignored the officers ... the tear gas stung, but it wasn't designed for his physiology. It was designed for use against humans ...
This 'scheme' would work. Either schemer would come out to 'save' his love and be captured ... or he would betray his love by abandoning her. Either would be good with him.
--
*The Schemer could feel the pain Hard Core was going through as she had taken off her selenium chip. It was heartwrenching to be sure. His lover....his twin children within her womb being injured by Llyron's vile weapon. He could tolerate it no longer. Graned he was no fool. He knew what the lord of atlantis was doing. But it did not matter....for the timer on the ovens went off...and he could gather up all the bake good weapons he needed.
He opened the over door...and began to scoop the donuts and cookies on to trays...and set them out to cool. He then selected nearly a dozen donuts and a loaf of bread that were already cooled from the counter. Each bakery item was weapon and he had his fedora and ominiblaster. But he had even another weapon....just in case. He slipped the donuts and the bread on a tray...and with it in hand.....still using the omniblaster as a makeshift cane.....he made his way to where Hard Core was being attacked. A press of a button and a small opening was made in the force dome.....large enough for her to scramble through.*
Quickly deary....get inside. *He told Hard Core.* I can reverse the effects of Llyron's weapon...as I did for Heatseeker when he was struck by it.
*As he spoke....he put down the tray of bake goods....and twisted the knob on one of the ovens. If this was a trick....if they were plotting together against him....he would be ready.*
--
She winces a bit more, her stomach churning at the mere thought of anything really happening to her unborn. Then she feels the waiver in the force field and quickly...well, almost quickly moves through it to get out of the desalination beam, coughing from severe cotton mouth.
She cuts a quick glare towards Llyron, as she moves in through the door. "Water...donuts." She steadies herself a bit as she rises, moving to the sink, then to the spice rack.
--
She was IN. Well done, lady.
"Curse you, schemer. And you Hellspawn. You die today."
He managed to get his trident tip into the closing opening.
"You know what Archimedes said ..."
With his indestructible lever, he braced himself and feet planted against the field, muscles shaking, he exerted himself until there was a flash and the field was down ... feedback going into the generator, destroying it.
"Bad little granny schemer ... come out, come out, wherever you are."
Bakery ... bakeries used gas ovens. Let's see if the lines are still intact. He lowered the weapon, firing toward the basement foundation, going to burn through and ignite any gas lines.
--
*Hard core was safely inside....but the Schemer did not put the forcefield back in place. He knew Llyron would get himself inside...and he was ready. As Llyron entered...he was planing on flipping the dial on the ovens...which would...when the oven door was open...a wall of flame that dehydrate Llyron in an instant.
Sadly...Llyron anticipated the Schemer's plan by taking out the superheated gaslines....leaving him to go another direction.*
Clever little sea cucumber. *He said under his breath and grabbed a handful of the donuts off the tray. The jelly filling within was actually an incendiary paste that exploded on contact. For once not indulging in a pompous speech...the Schemer tossed a pair of them at Llyron's position. If he could dry him out....he was done. And he had to do it fast....Hard Core's condition would only get worse.*
--
She ducks out of the way of the hurled pastries and moves for better cover, taking her water and the salt with her. It was not going to be pretty...she did not want to lose either child due to the dehydration.
She tries to sip the water, staying clear of the fire bursts from the donuts.
--
He was struck by the bakery goods. And the fiery effect was painful, but did not immediately disable him. He flew forward, going to grapple schemer in a bear hug. And missed, his vision temporarily distracted by the flare.
"Alchemically enhanced bakery goods? Good lord man, show some pride!!"
Meanwhile, outside the building, anchot tags shot from the rear of the selenium field generator, and globs began to appear. The began to ooze over the bakery. These were not tech devouring techno-organics, though they looked identical. They simply began to coat the bakery with a selenium and vibranium goo, preventing schemer from astrally leaving the area should he be killed. More goo oozed into the basment, to prevent the simply escape route of astralling moving through the ground and out of the area ...
Schemer would probably detect a dead zone growing.
He loved having compound in the ranks of the redeemers. Since her recruitment he'd made nearly a hundred clones, a veritible unending supply of rare elements. And a VERY well kept secret.
--
*The Schemer chuckled as his launched bake goods stuck home. That would weaken, Llyron. And apparently...it did...for when he got his barings.,..and attacked the Schemer....he missed by a considerable distance.*
Feeling a little sluggish, honey?? *He laughed and knocked over the entire tray flame paste donuts and larger loaf of bread that was laced with the same substance at Llyron. It would likely set up a wall of flame between himself and his foe.
Then more of the techono-eating ooze of his spread across the room they were in...and the schemer grumbled....and tried to contact Hard core.....and found his telepathy was not working.*
Selenium ooze?? My my dumpling, *He said to Llyron as he hobbled away from the sea king...putting distance between them.* You have such wonderful toys. But mine are better....behold. *He touched a button on the omniblaster...and heating baking lamps switched on from above....and were directed at Llyron. The several hundred degree heat would hopefully help dry him out further and leave him helpless. In the meantime...the Schemer reached Hard Core's side.*
It's alright, pumpkin....granny has some nice medcine for you. Upper cabinet to the left. A small vial of clear liquid....it will flush all that nastiness LLyron's weapon has done to you out of your system.*
--
"I'm not if I want my system flushed..." She chuckles softly, sipping more of her water before rising back up to stagger towards the cabinet. She glances back towards the wall of flame and wonders if her darling had disable the fire extinguishers in the ceiling.
Another crippling surge of pain in her stomach and she doubles over...then forces herself up into the air to clutch at the cabinet and search for the vial. Being higher, she chokes a bit on the smoke before grasping the vial in hand and downs it quickly, hoping that her darling wasn't trying to poison her and their children.
--
He chuckled. Heat lamps? Fairly low tech ... but then again the schemer WAS operating with, shall we say antiquated equipment, including the biological. A flip on the controls of his trident ... much as he'd like physically hurt the 'man', defeating the schemer with devices would further wound his ego.
What??? Hardcore was drinking the formula provided by the madman? Was she mad herself??
He lowered the weapon, and flipped on the plasma generator ... but just the magnetics. The trays of baked goods went flying toward schemer, along with anything else ferrous in the room. Blades, Bowls, trays, bread pans. An avalance of metal was headed his way.
"I'm curious to see what your cookies do when they strike, Winnie."
He chuckled. The name Winnie seemed to fit. Granny Winnie.
Quite mother.
--
*The Schemer had not attempted to harm his beloved Hard Core...and the children she carried. In fact....for once...he was being honest. The formula Hard Core was drinking would flush to lingering effects of Llyron's weapon out of her system through.....uh...various means. Thankfully...the ladies room was near. And then....she could replenish the lost salt in her system through simple ingestion. Peanuts....saltines...Barbacue chips....all for sale in the lobby of the shop.
Meanwhile...he turned his attention to Llyron....was struck in the face by a pumpkin pie on a tray. He wiped the old woman's glass to clear his field of vision...and saw more trays coming toward him. Some with deadly donuts on them....they slipped off in midflight...and exploded into flame....heightening the wall of fire between himself and Llyron. But the tray came on....the schemer met them with his omniblaster. An adjusted setting to anti-metal beam...dissolving the trays in mid-flight...and then he fired blindly about the shop.*
You whippersnapper!! I'll melt that selenium ooze of yours into nothing, sugarplumb....and then...the selenium on you, Llyron. Whereever you go...my beam find you!!! And without the Selenium...your brain will be mind to peel like a ripe grape!!!
*He grinned and added.* Oh...I'm such an old pudding head...I forgot. The anti-metal beam will dissolve the lifegiving minerals in your body too. Won't that be fun my darling??
--
Hardcore was doing nothing. He had thought her interested in apprehending the madman. He was wrong.
"My teleportation is via bent space, schemer. Not molecular-tachyon conversion. You like fire. I will wait outside ... and leave you with your fire, and some of my own. 'Dearie'."
He 'ported out, and dropped a jacktag anchor behind him. Schemer had been leaning heavily on the anti-metal ray lately. Perhaps it was time for a change in weaponry.
As he 'ported out, a barrel of magnesium chloride appeared in the room. Highly flammable. The heat lamps alone ignited it. Hardcore should survive. Or she was the lone demoness susceptible to fire.
Outside, Llyron appeared behind the cloud device and walked back to the hydrant. He was in a weakened state ... but that was easily remedied. And he wasn't about to stay inside and change his 'toys' being damaged.
Officers!!! They are attacking my donut shop!! They know it's payroll day!! Help me!!
*The county sheriff...local law enforcement and the state police were on the scene with tear gas, standard issue swat team weapons....but that was not enough to defeat a powerful band of mutants.
An officer was on the horn calling to the MRD...and a national guard station who were 20 minutes away in the evacuated metropolis of Manhattan still cleaning up the dinosaur and giant bug infestation. For now...what was on the scene would have to do.*
Man...the Clique has sunk to a new low...threatening a poor old lady. *One officer said and fired tear gas at the appoarching mutants. Two of the Schemer's new recruits. firebug and Rocket were fighting the new gods. And the Schemer himself retreated back into the bakery. The force field generators were on full....rotating their frequency harmonics constantly to prevent Spectre or Llyron from teleporting inside.
Eventually Llyron....Hard Core...maybe Brawn or Spectrum would pound their way inside the bakery. But the Schemer would be ready. He had a hidden weapons galore within...and a batch special bake goods with deadly potential.*
Let those ninnynoodles come. *He said grinning...and using his omniblaster as a cane to support the aging body he presently inhabited.* I'll some lovely snakcs ready for them.
--
She couldn't make too public of an appearance. There were police everywhere...and the sight of a pregnant supervillian would never play out very well. She sat in her car with the top up and just watches the madness, shaking her head.
"Oh darling...why do you always do such...insane things?"
She watches a few more officers rush in to try to see if they can get donuts help the elderly woman inside the building to evacuate her, only to come against the force field and bounce back twitching. Her darling must be in someone with Alzheimer's to not consider the notion of people trying to rescue her. She sighs then slowly removes her selenium clip and tosses it into the back seat of her car to allow for a clear...thought.
Darling...really...you're scaring me more and more of late...
--
LLyron smashed a nearby hyrdrant, and bathed in it's restorative waters.
"Officers, don't be fools like your leadership. Since when does the crowned Prince of Atlantis rob bakeries. It's the schemer ... and he's altered his appearance and your perception to appear to be an old woman. Unless the bakery lady has taken to wearing fedoras and making force fields out of gingerbread?"
He ignored them from that point on. Their weapons could not even harm him - at least without schemer resupplying them. He flips a control on his trident, and the blades extended, with layers of selenium, adamantium, alchemical orichalcum, and vibranium. The materials each had their target ... orichalcum vs mystical, vibranium vs energy, selenium vs psionics (he was not above believing schemer capable of creating an artificial psionic TK field), and adamanium vs physical. He was in the mood for some physical conflict. He charged and smashed his weapon upon the field, but was repulsed ... even in his freshly hydrated form.
"I warn you schemer ... strange once thought the crimson bands unbreakable. My father proved him wrong. Hubris shall be your downfall ... Surrender now, and we'll get you a fresh genetically engineered body for your powerful mind to reside in."
--
*The Schemer noted that Llyron was appealing to the officers who were taking him seriously.*
I think he's right Sarge. *A uniform who had run into the force field.* There's some kinda invisible wall around the donut shop. It's gotta be the Schemer.
*The Schemer heard telepathically...and used that same power to alter the officers way of thinking.*
You're such a clever little sea monkey, Llyorn. But it won't work. These officers are local....no expensive selenium on their person to protect them from my mental powers.
Use your tear gas on Llyron, sonny. *He instructed the leader of the police...oh...and have the MRD bring in the concussion cannons they've recently developed. That drive off these super powered meanies.
*He tuned back and checked the bakery ovens to see how his freshly baked weapons were coming.* Almost done.
*Again he addressed Llyron.* I've a better idea, Sonny....fly back home....or granny will be adding bagels and lox to today's special....with you as the main ingredient.
*He then addressed Hard Core.* Down sound so glum, sugar plum. Play it smart, sweetums....join with me again. I didn't include you in my little purge...because I love you. I'll give you another chance. Just don't stand my way. This plan of mine will bring the whole world to it's knees!!
--
Darling...Eric had a point. The schemes have gotten a bit out of hand lately. I love you, sincerely, but your genius seems to have been slipping of late...like now, you're thinking and oddly sounding like an old woman. Let me in so I can see you.
She eases from her car and walks around the building, watching for the tell-tale perimeter line on the ground for the force field. No one seemed to be utilizing the back entrance...the delivery doors for the bakery itself, as most seemed to prefer the frontal attack.
She puts her hand forward against the invisible wall of a force field and holds it there, seeing the glowing around her hand where it was connecting. She furrows her brow hearing the Clique sentinels that Eric sent moving closer, shuddering a bit at the notion of them possibly attacking her or worse, neutralizing her abilities and risking her children.
--
LLyron considered ... this field was incredibly strong. Schemer had to be stopped - but he was having ZERO effect on this field ... in fact, he wasn't sure, but had he actually BENT the adamantium laced tip? He WAS a genius after all. But perhaps a tactical maneuver was in order. He turned and dropped an anchor tag ... the device he'd been promoting Threshold to use ... a magnetic field generator swirling adamantium laced selenium particles in the air. A limited area of effect ... a twenty foot radius, but it would effect Hardcore and himself.
"Back off, demon. Or I'll hit you with my highest level of desalinizer ..."
He flipped the control, so she could see it if observant, that the level was actually negligible. A visual effect ... to make schemer think Llyron was killing Hardcore.
If she went along.
And if he cared enough to come out from his protection ...
He fired upon her.
--
Eric?? *The Schemer croaked in reply to Harc Core.* You mean that ninnynoodle that tried to imprison me when all of manhattan was open for the taking?? Eric?? That enemy of enterprise...that crusader against captialism?? He cost us billions, muffin!! But I'll get it all back.
*He glanced at the counter where donuts sat cooling...and grinned.* Forgive the granny speak, pumpkin. It can't be helped. My mind is part of this woman right now....we're sharing a consciousness. Our thoughts are one until I find another body. You see porkchop....these donuts are specially baked with explosive microscopic nanties. Everybody that eats them will become a living bomb. I'll send samples to the white house....congress...military bases...throughout the civilian population. I'll threaten to detonate the nanties unless the clique's terms are met...and my terms will be the unconditional surrender of this country!!
*He smiled when she expressed her love for him still.*
I'll let you in if you.....What the devil?? *He realized what Llyron was doing and spewed forth in a vemonous rant.*
Leave her alone, Llyron!!! Stop what you are doing....or so help me I will....*He called to the police he was manipulating.*
Stop him!!! open fire with tear gas now!!! Get flame throwers!! Use everything you have....drive him off!! *And the police complied....firing ineffectually standard shotgun rounds...and tear gas on Llyron's position.*
--
Not all of us are in it for the money anymore darling, it isn't as if we don't have more in the black than the country does in the red.
She shakes her head a little, looking at the glowing infront of her hand again.
Evil Krispy Kremes... She can't help but snicker a bit as it was actually a very devious plot. Then she hears Llyron and furrows her brow.
"What? You'd neve..."
The desalinization beam hits her and she winces a bit, though barely noticing her sweat vanishing...but already being a bit dehydrated she slumps some, her free hand clutching her stomach.
"Fishy bastard..."
--
Good, he'd relied on her intellect to understand when struck by the lightest setting. He continues centering the beam on her, gloating and laughing.
"d**n you to hell, demoness. You WILL die beneath my alien weapon - muscles contracting, until they explode ...arms, limbs, diaphram ... and lastly your inhuman heart will burst. But first, even now, your unborn children are in cardiac arrest. Can you feel them dying within you?"
It was a lie. But then ... Llyron, much like his appearance, was a prince of lies. And the selenium field would hopefully prevent schemer from sensing the truth in her mind.
He ignored the officers ... the tear gas stung, but it wasn't designed for his physiology. It was designed for use against humans ...
This 'scheme' would work. Either schemer would come out to 'save' his love and be captured ... or he would betray his love by abandoning her. Either would be good with him.
--
*The Schemer could feel the pain Hard Core was going through as she had taken off her selenium chip. It was heartwrenching to be sure. His lover....his twin children within her womb being injured by Llyron's vile weapon. He could tolerate it no longer. Graned he was no fool. He knew what the lord of atlantis was doing. But it did not matter....for the timer on the ovens went off...and he could gather up all the bake good weapons he needed.
He opened the over door...and began to scoop the donuts and cookies on to trays...and set them out to cool. He then selected nearly a dozen donuts and a loaf of bread that were already cooled from the counter. Each bakery item was weapon and he had his fedora and ominiblaster. But he had even another weapon....just in case. He slipped the donuts and the bread on a tray...and with it in hand.....still using the omniblaster as a makeshift cane.....he made his way to where Hard Core was being attacked. A press of a button and a small opening was made in the force dome.....large enough for her to scramble through.*
Quickly deary....get inside. *He told Hard Core.* I can reverse the effects of Llyron's weapon...as I did for Heatseeker when he was struck by it.
*As he spoke....he put down the tray of bake goods....and twisted the knob on one of the ovens. If this was a trick....if they were plotting together against him....he would be ready.*
--
She winces a bit more, her stomach churning at the mere thought of anything really happening to her unborn. Then she feels the waiver in the force field and quickly...well, almost quickly moves through it to get out of the desalination beam, coughing from severe cotton mouth.
She cuts a quick glare towards Llyron, as she moves in through the door. "Water...donuts." She steadies herself a bit as she rises, moving to the sink, then to the spice rack.
--
She was IN. Well done, lady.
"Curse you, schemer. And you Hellspawn. You die today."
He managed to get his trident tip into the closing opening.
"You know what Archimedes said ..."
With his indestructible lever, he braced himself and feet planted against the field, muscles shaking, he exerted himself until there was a flash and the field was down ... feedback going into the generator, destroying it.
"Bad little granny schemer ... come out, come out, wherever you are."
Bakery ... bakeries used gas ovens. Let's see if the lines are still intact. He lowered the weapon, firing toward the basement foundation, going to burn through and ignite any gas lines.
--
*Hard core was safely inside....but the Schemer did not put the forcefield back in place. He knew Llyron would get himself inside...and he was ready. As Llyron entered...he was planing on flipping the dial on the ovens...which would...when the oven door was open...a wall of flame that dehydrate Llyron in an instant.
Sadly...Llyron anticipated the Schemer's plan by taking out the superheated gaslines....leaving him to go another direction.*
Clever little sea cucumber. *He said under his breath and grabbed a handful of the donuts off the tray. The jelly filling within was actually an incendiary paste that exploded on contact. For once not indulging in a pompous speech...the Schemer tossed a pair of them at Llyron's position. If he could dry him out....he was done. And he had to do it fast....Hard Core's condition would only get worse.*
--
She ducks out of the way of the hurled pastries and moves for better cover, taking her water and the salt with her. It was not going to be pretty...she did not want to lose either child due to the dehydration.
She tries to sip the water, staying clear of the fire bursts from the donuts.
--
He was struck by the bakery goods. And the fiery effect was painful, but did not immediately disable him. He flew forward, going to grapple schemer in a bear hug. And missed, his vision temporarily distracted by the flare.
"Alchemically enhanced bakery goods? Good lord man, show some pride!!"
Meanwhile, outside the building, anchot tags shot from the rear of the selenium field generator, and globs began to appear. The began to ooze over the bakery. These were not tech devouring techno-organics, though they looked identical. They simply began to coat the bakery with a selenium and vibranium goo, preventing schemer from astrally leaving the area should he be killed. More goo oozed into the basment, to prevent the simply escape route of astralling moving through the ground and out of the area ...
Schemer would probably detect a dead zone growing.
He loved having compound in the ranks of the redeemers. Since her recruitment he'd made nearly a hundred clones, a veritible unending supply of rare elements. And a VERY well kept secret.
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*The Schemer chuckled as his launched bake goods stuck home. That would weaken, Llyron. And apparently...it did...for when he got his barings.,..and attacked the Schemer....he missed by a considerable distance.*
Feeling a little sluggish, honey?? *He laughed and knocked over the entire tray flame paste donuts and larger loaf of bread that was laced with the same substance at Llyron. It would likely set up a wall of flame between himself and his foe.
Then more of the techono-eating ooze of his spread across the room they were in...and the schemer grumbled....and tried to contact Hard core.....and found his telepathy was not working.*
Selenium ooze?? My my dumpling, *He said to Llyron as he hobbled away from the sea king...putting distance between them.* You have such wonderful toys. But mine are better....behold. *He touched a button on the omniblaster...and heating baking lamps switched on from above....and were directed at Llyron. The several hundred degree heat would hopefully help dry him out further and leave him helpless. In the meantime...the Schemer reached Hard Core's side.*
It's alright, pumpkin....granny has some nice medcine for you. Upper cabinet to the left. A small vial of clear liquid....it will flush all that nastiness LLyron's weapon has done to you out of your system.*
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"I'm not if I want my system flushed..." She chuckles softly, sipping more of her water before rising back up to stagger towards the cabinet. She glances back towards the wall of flame and wonders if her darling had disable the fire extinguishers in the ceiling.
Another crippling surge of pain in her stomach and she doubles over...then forces herself up into the air to clutch at the cabinet and search for the vial. Being higher, she chokes a bit on the smoke before grasping the vial in hand and downs it quickly, hoping that her darling wasn't trying to poison her and their children.
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He chuckled. Heat lamps? Fairly low tech ... but then again the schemer WAS operating with, shall we say antiquated equipment, including the biological. A flip on the controls of his trident ... much as he'd like physically hurt the 'man', defeating the schemer with devices would further wound his ego.
What??? Hardcore was drinking the formula provided by the madman? Was she mad herself??
He lowered the weapon, and flipped on the plasma generator ... but just the magnetics. The trays of baked goods went flying toward schemer, along with anything else ferrous in the room. Blades, Bowls, trays, bread pans. An avalance of metal was headed his way.
"I'm curious to see what your cookies do when they strike, Winnie."
He chuckled. The name Winnie seemed to fit. Granny Winnie.
Quite mother.
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*The Schemer had not attempted to harm his beloved Hard Core...and the children she carried. In fact....for once...he was being honest. The formula Hard Core was drinking would flush to lingering effects of Llyron's weapon out of her system through.....uh...various means. Thankfully...the ladies room was near. And then....she could replenish the lost salt in her system through simple ingestion. Peanuts....saltines...Barbacue chips....all for sale in the lobby of the shop.
Meanwhile...he turned his attention to Llyron....was struck in the face by a pumpkin pie on a tray. He wiped the old woman's glass to clear his field of vision...and saw more trays coming toward him. Some with deadly donuts on them....they slipped off in midflight...and exploded into flame....heightening the wall of fire between himself and Llyron. But the tray came on....the schemer met them with his omniblaster. An adjusted setting to anti-metal beam...dissolving the trays in mid-flight...and then he fired blindly about the shop.*
You whippersnapper!! I'll melt that selenium ooze of yours into nothing, sugarplumb....and then...the selenium on you, Llyron. Whereever you go...my beam find you!!! And without the Selenium...your brain will be mind to peel like a ripe grape!!!
*He grinned and added.* Oh...I'm such an old pudding head...I forgot. The anti-metal beam will dissolve the lifegiving minerals in your body too. Won't that be fun my darling??
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Hardcore was doing nothing. He had thought her interested in apprehending the madman. He was wrong.
"My teleportation is via bent space, schemer. Not molecular-tachyon conversion. You like fire. I will wait outside ... and leave you with your fire, and some of my own. 'Dearie'."
He 'ported out, and dropped a jacktag anchor behind him. Schemer had been leaning heavily on the anti-metal ray lately. Perhaps it was time for a change in weaponry.
As he 'ported out, a barrel of magnesium chloride appeared in the room. Highly flammable. The heat lamps alone ignited it. Hardcore should survive. Or she was the lone demoness susceptible to fire.
Outside, Llyron appeared behind the cloud device and walked back to the hydrant. He was in a weakened state ... but that was easily remedied. And he wasn't about to stay inside and change his 'toys' being damaged.