The Faction: The Real Life (Closed to Faction)

[Kryptonite]

I've spent alot of time in the slums. Easy place to hide, particularly if you know the right places to go...and Miss K, or whatever the fuck her real name is seems to have that one covered.

Its not much to look at on the outside, just a shitty twenties era piece of crap with rust everywhere and an burned oil sort of scent that makes you think it might have made some sort of plastic way back when. Its one of a hundred in this section of city, and probably the only one in five blocks that hasn't been busted in to be used by the hookers or the druggies.

Guess maybe they don't think bustin through the steel shutters is worth the effort with all the glass windows everywhere else. Smart. They sure as hell wouldn't like finding me behind door number one if they gave it a try.

The exterior is just for tourists of course. Keypad entry on a sidedoor besides the main rollup garage deal, and you're into a whole nother story.

Warehouse is set up like a fuckin military base, with crates of supplies neatly stacked in a corner, and everything else refitted like a base for us dweebs with a computer center for the tech dweebs to jack off to, an exercise area for those of us with Real shit to do, and a barracks area with a kitchen and bunks. There a TV, stereo, and an Xbox 360 if you want to rot your brain with stupid shit.

Me, I just turn up the stereo to 11, drop in the latest 3 Doors Down, and and then move over to the kitchen to grab some salso and corn chips to munch on while I wait on the others to show up. Still haven't had much dealings with these freaks, but I'm more than happy to put up with roomates for the ammount she's paying me.

Just wish this place had some decent beer. Might be worth a beer run later...

[Kissaki]

This is going to be the Best. Day. Ever. I Finally found the super secret Booster Gold Decoder Ring In my Booster Gold Brand Breakfast cereal. That alone would be enough of an emotional buzz to fill me with joy for the next three weeks, but I must have been an extra good girl lately, because that is just the start of this wonderful day. Slipping out of my nightie, I head over to the motel closet, happy that I'll finally be moving out, and start empyting out my stuff. toothbrush, check. Teddy Bear, Check. One pound block of plastic based explosives...oh, right, I used those up already. I giggle a little at the memory. Dolphins should have know better than to act all cute and cuddly. Im onto their little game, and more than happy to make sure they get whats coming to them.

Packing away my stuff, still admiring my new decoder ring and how lovely it looks on my finger, I manage to stuff my duffle bag to the brim with my traveling ammenities. Which ment I still needed to find a place to keep all the fun stuff. My toys and I have had it rough, under orders to lay low for a while. Laying low is no fun at all, at least after the first few days. I mean, its amusing to see how many people you can traumatize without breaking any laws, but after a week or so of that, I was about ready to go crazy.

Me being crazy? Thats just insane.

But hay, my new Boss finally came through and gave me the contact point for this little team. I was so excited that someone called an ambulence to make sure I wasnt having a seizure. I liked the driver, he was a pretty cool guy. He had a mustash.

Oh, wow, look at that. I totally got off my train of thought there. I give myself a littel bonk on the head so that I stay focus, Ive got a deadline to meet. Time to get dressed. The harnesses slip on comfortably, the nylonfibers fitting comfortably. Helps to keep my goodies from giggling around to much, keeps their weight nice and centered. Few minutes of making sure everythings buckled in place, and Im finished packing. Checking the clock, I still have plenty of time to make it to the meeting place. Remember: to be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late. To be late is to bring shame to yourself and your family, you ingateful disguisting pig.

Of course, first impressions are super mega important. Its like the first day of school, only with silghtly less crying small children begging for their mommies. I decide to get all dolled up Slipping on the Nun's Habit I picked up a month ago, I check it over. Bloodstains came out nicely. Oxyclean really does a nice job clearing that up. Tying my hair back, I look just like a gal of the cloth. Even managed to get my sword to fit under the ensamble without showing. Man, I really owe my boss a big hug for that sword...I bet I could kill everyone who ever lived with that thing.

That'd be a fun way to spend an afternoon. I should pencil that in somewhere. After I take care of the Dolphins of course.

Leaving the motel, I walk through the streets, keping my pace steady, smiling brightly at those who pass. Being a Nun is fun. Its like People are preprogrammed to be nice to you. I even got a front row seat on the city bus. Talk about a score. Nice comfy seat with a view of the streets going by as I head to the wrong side of the traks...the left side I think. If It was the right side of the tracks, it'd be the right wrong side. Or the doublty wrong side, right? And what would be left if the right is doubly wrong? I suppose wrong would have to be right. And thats just wrong.

Getting off the bus a block and a half from the Fortress warehouse place, I take the remaining distance on foot. I can tell Im at the right place because of how not like the right place it looks. It looks absolutly nothing like a secret lair. Might as well be broadcasting that it really is a secret lair. Maybe we should put a few skulls and bear traps around the outside. That'd help it blend in.

Or a volcano. Man, that'd be the most pimpin thing ever.

I type in my code on the keypad, noticing the very feint impression of fingerprints on the plastic buttons. Somebodys already inside. Which is a mixed blessing. On the one hand, It means having someone to talk to. On the other, I was really looking foward to bobbytrapping some of the beds. But, you know, Ive been havign such a nice day that I dont even care all that much. As the pannels slide open and the inside of the base appears, I stride in, arms outstreached like I was about to give the whole base one big hug.

The elephant in the room is the big guy standing there, wearing a cool glowstick rock necklace, munchin on some chips. Theres some really crappy music playing to. I can see we'll have some disccussion to do about that. I can tell I like this guy. His shoes amuse me deeply. Pity he works out so much, with all those muscles I'll never be able to fit into his clothing. Some people are so inconsiderate.

"hello there my child, blessing of our lord and savior upon you."

I speak loudly, over the music, striding foward like I own the place.

"Though your soul may be wicked, know now that peace can again return to you, for the path cannever be truely lost so long as one seeks it. As God Said to Noah in the Good book. "21. The LORD smelled the pleasing aroma and said in his heart: "Never again will I curse the ground because of man, even though every inclination of his heart is evil from childhood. And never gonna give you up. 22. Never gonna let you down. 23. Never gonna run around and desert you. 24. Never gonna make you cry. 25. Never gonna say goodbye. 26. Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you. Amen my brother, Amen."

[Slimeball]

* Damn... what a shit-hole.*

* Alla the effort getting here after 'ring girl' helped break me out, sliming up on trains and under semi's, thinking I'm movin on up in the world, and this is what greats me. I mean yeah... it beats 'superjuvie', but this neighborhood... damn... it makes the old hood look like the 4 seasons! It's false advertising is what it is. When whats-her-face gave me the adress... I thought I'd be heading into some badassed legion-of-doom style crib. Not some shitty old warehouse in some shitty old neighborhood.*

* Guess a super gangsta like me needs ta get an agent.*

* well... I just casually move on up to the main entrance... onea them big ass doors with one a them fancy phone-locks. Yeah, she told me about that... gave me a password too, just have to find it outta my pocket here. Only problem is with all the washing about I did... I turned the piece of paper inta mush. Great... Just GREAT!!!! What the hell am I sposed ta do now???*

* That's when I see the storm drain... and the gooey gears in my brain start turnin.*

* It takes a while... not sure how long considering I lost that watch I stole sliding in to the piping system... and yeah I did pop into some of the wrong places.... but after... 3 misses, I FINALLY think I got it! Really hope nobodies on the can when I'm emerging. Thinkin about it... maybe I shoulda come up through the sink or somethin. Ehh, little late for that.*

* With a little bubbling and churning heralding in my arrival... my gelatinous green self begins to move up on a fairly unused lookin porcelain wonder. Just a matter of coming back up, and shakin myself off before re-constitutin myself, letting my internal what-nots filter out any junk I mighta picked up for disposal while I check out the john. Huh... this bathroom don't look as shitty as the outside does. Kinda has the ultra-sterile vibe a what a bathroom on Star-trek would look like.*

* Funky*

* Well a quick 're-deposit' and flush, and I'm ready to check my new pad out. Still in my Jello-form, I slide out, the beat from the Stereo sending little shockwaves through my person. Wow... got all kinds of fancy shit in here.... weapons, computers, gym (which I won't be using), TV and naturally a Stereo with decent speakers. Yeah, this place definitely is not as shitty as the outside makes it look to be. Wonder if they meant to do that.*

* See I aint the only one there now, naturally. There's the big moose of a guy sitting in front of the cranked radio... and a hot looking Nun standing alongside of him. No way she can be a nun... cuz she's too hot, too young, not that scary, and she's actually Rick-rolling the guy.*

* In the time it takes me to slime-slide my way over and pop-back to full height behind them, there is only one logical conclusion I can come up with.*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]"Hey! Hey! Hey! Slimey is in the hiz-ouse! WOAH! She got us a stripper! Neat!"[/glow]

* Man I was havin my doubts, but this K went all out on us, providing us verile young bucks with entertainment like this. I just slide on over to the little lady and work the old Chuckie charm.*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]" So Sister hotness... you go all the way? If so... how much and who's got first dibbs? Cuz Grimey does NOT like to play sloppy seconds."[/glow]

(ooc: To clarify... yes, Slimey does stink/reek right now having just slimed through the sewers. He did not mention it since he's just so used to it that he isn't bothered by it.)

[N.P.C.]

((NPC is Trojan))

This is much better than some mutant lock up!
Since K has gotten me out of that stupid place, she's made good of everything she said she would.
The new Base is in the slums, but that's more for the 'hide-out' function.
Inside our place is pretty cool.
And the equipment she's loaded it with, even better.
When she brought me here, things weren't completely finished, Allot of stuff still packed in shipping boxes and crates.
And like Christmas, she told me it was my job to unwrap things and set it all up.
Hard drives, monitors, High tech equipment from both Lex-Corp, and Wayne Enterprises, and some from a few places not so local, like Stark Enterprises.
My first week in this place was alone, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Just me, and all the computer equipment I could never afford.
She also gave me the first big project, Souping up her hummer.
I even have some military grade work on it. Civilian model? not anymore.
Just putting my hand on the hood, my powers letting me see the entire circuitry, is orgasmic.
Of course, things couldn't stay this good forever.
The sound of the stereo coming on downstairs shows that K's finally brought the others on this little 'team' she's bringing together.
Time for the Brains to meet the Brawn I suppose.
I run my personal diagnostic on the main frame of the large computer, all by hand, of course, and when it's finished and everything's good, I head down stairs.
I step out of the elevator, to see a scene that's even more... deranged than the things I saw back in the Stupid Xavier-Mansion.
A guy that looks like a thug, a nun, and some punk that stinks to high heaven.
I roll my eyes, and walk on by, looking at the one that stinks,

"You know this place has some pretty good showers, you should try one."

People... are so stupid. K should let me build her a robot team, it would be 10 times more efficient than this group.
I walk past them all, to the stereo, putting my hand on it.
It's set up decently. But some oaf has been messing with the equilibrium.
Two small touches and the sound distortion disappears, all sound coming out clearly.
I pat the machine a bit before moving to the kitchen, grabbing a half-eaten sandwich I'd left there earlier, before heading back to the community room.
I sit in a chair, away from the smelly one, so he doesn't make me lose my appetite while I eat.
I wonder what K sees in these fools.
Just what could they possibly help her with?

[Kryptonite]

Almost as soon as I'm comfortable theres a rapping at the door, and then our second team member shows up. Typical, not even five minutes alone and allready they're jamming me in with the other recruits. Guessin maybe K didn't get the memo about my not playing well with others.

First one to show is some crazy chick dressed in a habit and sayin Rick Astley lyrics like a sermon. Only I've never met a nun that had that crazy gleam in her eye. Seen that look before, in prison and on the street. Its the kind of look that lets you know the person on the other end ain't playin with a full deck, and is probbably going to fuck you over. Not to mention the way that outfit hangs on her body says theres a couple of surprises waiting for the fool who thinks she's an easy mark. Definitely don't want to turn my back on this one...

The second one to show up I notice before I see, hearing the sound of a john flushing, and then the stench of well digested garbage as the slimy little creep steps out on us. He has the consistency of jello for almost a second before his skin snaps back to relatively normal lookin, though I'd swear he's still a little bit green.

If the stink wasn't bad enough, the fucker starts running his mouth soon enough, givin Miss Goldburg plenty of reason to hate on him, and managing to actually worsen the way I look at him. Fuckin pondscum this one. Wouldn't last a day on the inside, freaky jello powers or no. Wonder how many times I could punch the freak...

Third guy...well he's a different fucker, definitely. Looks less like a hired hood and more like a preppy highschooler. Seriously, who the fuck wears a dress shirt at their supervillain meetings? Guy kinda looks like that Dexter creep offa showtime, though judging from how he acts he's more of a tech guy. No doubt the loser that'll be handling our Q shit. Aparently he isn't fond of the smell from number two. either...and I do mean number two. Shit stain.

Naturally, it falls to yours truely to do the intro shit, though your guess is as good as mine as to why the fuck I'm playing denmother to this shit.

I key the stereo, dropping it off, and stand up, cracking my knuckles for effect before I speak.

[glow=black,2,300]"Well ain't we a regular honor society? I'm Kal, on the job you can call me Kryptonite...off the job...stay the fuck out of my way. Last thing I need is the Virgin Mary and the Pusbucket Kid ruining my street cred. Any of you fuckers even know what our little team is called?"[/glow]

[Kissaki]

Big Guy dosnt really seem the spiritual type, not even offering me a friendly 'Peace be with you'. Some people can be so rude. Makes you wonder how two apes managed to stand near eachother long enough to form society without one of them slapping the other clean accrost the face. He just gives me the look, like he's just been slapped upside the head with a tunafish, and cant fully put together the chain of events leading up to that moment.

Our little confessional is intrupted by the chimes of the porcilen alter, immistakable gurglings of a freash flush ringing into the room. A few moments later, the sound is joined by a scent best described as rotting eggs mixed with fish and skunk fumes. In short, the Metropolis sewer system. A young man, looking every bit as bad as his smell appeared amidst our little group, cozing right over to me, making some rather unkind remarks about my appearence. Ive been called many things I did'nt like. Madman, Murderer, Diabolo, Jennifer. But Prostitute was a new one.

"Oh dont worry My Young Buck"

I shimmy right over to the new guy, letting my coy tone carry all the sweetness of pillowtalk. I casually slide one hand up, locating the zipper at the coller, giving it a slight tug, so that the appearal opens up just enough to show a tantilizing bit of titties.

"I'll dont believe in any kind of boundries. Im more of a" I pause, turning and giving my ass a good slap. "Hands on kinda Gal. So tell me, what'll it be first. Top" I let my hands slide accrost my chest, pushing my sweatermeat together, giving a wink. "or bottem" Islide my hands down, alighting only for a slipt second between my thighs before recolining.

I wait a moment for my new friends answer, before giving a nod "alrighty, if thats what you want". I move fast, way faster than I had before. Off Goes the Habit, flying clean accrost the room. Underneath, Im left standing in my normal attire, with enough bells and whistles to set off every metal detector in a five mile radius. I got semi automatics, I got revolvers, I got military grade shit. A little bit of everything, enough weapons to sack a hospital and a half, easy.

Reaching down, I grab a granade from my thigh, pulling the pin off. "Top half for me, Bottom half for you" I give a smile, my hands darting out and dropping the pomigranit sized explosive right in the guys hands. "Have fun"

I return my attention to the other two. Oh ya, theres two of them now. Some skinny looking kid, he's got an air of 'better than though'. Gives me a strong urge to yank his underwear up over his head. The big Guy introduced himself to, Kryptonite. Neat. I bet his bad attitutude his hiding his inner desire to be hugged. He seems kinda slow, unable to remeber the team name of our new family. Im happy to explain

"We, my dear boy, are the Special Executive for Counter-intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion. SPECTER FOREVER"

That granades going to be going off soon. Better take care of that little issue. I leap over the room, using one of the sofas to provide a fulcrum from which I can flip over, taking cover from the impending blast.

Doing ym best impression of a gruff and grizzled army soldier, I give a yell "FIRE IN DA HOLE!" and plug my ears.

[Slimeball]

* The moose and some preppy speak up, sumthin about roll calls and showers, but I don't really pay attention. I mean it's natural that a true banger like me would turn all the heads around here, but I got better things to occupy my time with. Specifically this sweet little Sister standing right in fronta me.*

* She smiles as she starts talkin, purring at me as she starts gettin all hot an bothered, practically stripping right there in the middle of the living room, showing off her tits and then slapping her ass. And this free show is all just for me! All the while she's shaking what her momma gave her, all the while my subconscious is working to to solidify my normally flabby bod, making it less jello and more manly.*

* then she leans in, asking yours truly how I want to start, squeezing her fun-bags together for tops, and doin somethin for bottoms that half tempts me to go running for that cold shower. Naturally, ole grimey handles this as he handles all his ladies, nice an smooth.*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]" I..hehhehheh... ahem... Grimey allways likes... likes to start on the bottom... and...uh....and...work his way up..."[/glow]

* She gives me a nod and a smile... before she goes all out and rips off that habbit faster than anyone could beleive.... she does not like to wait now does she. Ooooooh I am finally going to get some.... My eye starts twitching before her nun dress hits the floor.*

* She...she aint naked under there... she is far from naked under there...*

* You can barely see the black and white number she's got on, what with all the fucking heat she is packing. I've seen busloads of bangers packing less heat than that! From Saturday night specials to frikkin Military crap, hanging all over her hot body, along with those... military belts... of hand grenades and ammunition. And one sword... kinda seems outta place that one.... !!!!!*

* still... I can feel my confident consistency loosening every second I just kinda stare ahead. Just standin there, trembling, as she pulls a good sized pineapple off of her thigh... then sounding just as sweet as before, just with a kinda freaky gleam in her eye, telling me which half I get.... before tossing it on over.*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]" HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!"[/glow]

* I don't even have time ta block.... even if I could the impending reality of everything just fucking wreaked havok with my consistency... it shoots through my hands right before it flies into my chest cavity with a big juicy 'plop'.*

* ... and as I start scraping at my chest, trying to grab the thing.... the eye starts twitching again...*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]"Oh shit...
Oh Shit...
OHHHHH shit...
Oh Shitty shitty shit....
Shit on a shit shingle...."[/glow]

* Oh god... I can't grab the thing.... I'm so fuckin freaked out I can't fucking grab the damn thing! Gotta... gotta fuckin calm down... that it... yeah... just think of calm happy places... but then again there is the fucking fact that THERE IS A MOTHER FUCKING GRENADE IN MY MOTHER FUCKING CHEST!!!!!*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]"Get it out... Mother a god SOMEBODY GET IT OUT!!!!!"[/glow]

* I slide around... as fast as I possibly can.... tryin ta find something... someone to help.... even if the other 3 have made themselves scarce... *

* Allasudden, there's this bright burst a light.... turnin everything white before I feel this explosion just RIP through me.... not just y'know, the mother fucking explosion in my chest, but a shockwave too.... like a stereo set to 11 that rips through my extremities.... before I feel my upper body flop down onto the floor like the mother a all spitballs. Just a big, sick Flop.*

* And as I lay there.... with that sparkly white light, and with that cranked-ta-11 ringing in my ears.... I gotta figure... I'm dead. The crazy bitch killed me! Dammit all to fuckin hell it wasn't fuckin supposed ta end like this man! Coulda atleast let me pop her cherry BEFORE she popped me... y'know.... oh the agony....*

* hey wait... how can I be dead if there's agony? I mean yeah... there is THAT option... but I don't think there'd be more... Fire and stuff there.*

* Not long though.... the ringing starts going down.... and stuff goes inta focus.... though I'm still sein glittery spots in my eyes.... feelin around... yeah... I've been blown in half... great... just great.... now I gotta reconstitute... have trouble digestin for a week. Dammit all!!!!*

* Since all I can really do is lay there fer the moment and let some of my bits make their way back... I am just left ta huff out a bit a an understatement...*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]" ... not messin... wit that bitch.... again... "[/glow]


(note to all: Kissaki has just shoved a glitter-filled flash-bang into Slimeys gut... the effects where mostly contained by his person, however there should be slight problems with eyes and ears... plus some splatter... leave that up to your imaginatons .... and it hasn't helped out the aroma either)

[Silva]

I'm dead.
Being dead, I don't function like the living at all.
I don't need sleep. I don't need food. I have no use for a real living space.
When K brought me here, she told me I could choose any room I wanted for my own. I get first pick, because I was her first recruited.
I laughed. Even if I felt no humor.
I don't need a room. I'm a Ghost. A Wraith.
Why choose one room I'll never use, when I can haunt the entire hide out?
K seemed to like that idea. She's got a disturbing sense of humor, she thinks a haunted hideout will keep the other goons on their toes. (Probably because I am bound to report to her. That stupid ritual gave her a small measure of power over me. If she so much as twitches in a way that reminds me of Chopper, she's going to regret it.)
I've met everyone so far...
I possessed the Slimeball to help him out of Jail.
I was in the head of the thug, to keep him from violating K on some drug high.
I even got to clean up the redhead's mess, she shed allot of tasty blood...
I didn't help the computer-kid with anything... K just bought him outright it seemed... but he did meet me briefly in passing.
He's been here almost as long as me, holed up in his computer stuff.
I've been here the whole time, not really doing anything, just intangibly watching everything.
Day one, and someone's already been blown up.
K wouldn't be amused.
But... then again... no one really got hurt... the slime guy can put himself back together again, and the hideout is still in one piece.
I laugh, still intangible, the sound creeps all around the room, disembodied noises, the first sign of my haunting.

[Trojan]

The first to address the room and start giving names is Kal, the one that looks like a dumb street thug.
His little speech doesn't impress me much.
But his parting question is actually something I can answer.
I finish chewing and swallowing, before speaking up,

"K said we'll be the 'Faction'."

Of course, the redhead seems to be in a world of her own, shoving a grenade into the slime guy, telling Kal her own ideas of the team name.
I take a moment, watching the pathetic slime-boy scratching at his chest to get the bomb out, just long enough to put my sandwich down, ducking for the door.
If these simpletons want to blow each other up, they are not going to get me in the cross-fire.
I hear the explosion from the hall, and shake my head.

"Morons."

And then I get a bit of a chill as the ghost-girl laughs, finally showing her presence... even if not visually.
Robots... would be 200% more efficient.
But, I have other projects to help me ignore this bunch.
I have a new mech suit to be working on.
I poke my head back in,

"I'm not cleaning this mess up.
Have fun with that."

[Kryptonite]

Okay, these fuckers are going to get me killed. Not only is the hot redhead Not amused by Slimey's inneffective come on technique, but she strips down the nun outfit to something that looks like a black evening dress crossbred with Lara Croft on a bad day. Shit's actually pretty hot...Or it would be if she wasn't pullin the pin on a grenade and shoving it into Jello man's chest.

Wonderful.

On my best day I can Maybe take a 50 cal shot without injury, maybe even low grade explosives...but a grenade? In this space?

Not likely.

Swordbabe has the right idea in mind, and i take a similar course, putting on every ounce of speed I've got to get behind the kitchen counter before it goes.

I am not going to die covered in burning shit.

The actual bang isn't quite as bad as I'd predicted, though the sound and smell makes up for the lack of general carnage. Smells like someone blew up an outhouse.

I step up from behind the counter, watchin as the creep starts pulling himself together ala that Terminator dude. No not Arnie, the second one. He's like a puddle, putting itself back together.

In the air I hear the sound of laughter, and i glance around to track it. Maybe that ghost chick? Never know...

Walking back over to the sofa, I regard the slimey bits now covering my seat, and then throw the offending cushion aside, sitting myself on the frame as I reach to my coat, brushing slimy bits off of it...

[glow=black,2,300]"Great job there Red. Now my jacket'll smell like scudbucket for the next week....Wonderful...Faction eh? Figures it'd be something like that....Kinda crazy fuckers we've got here, we should have called the group Section 8....You geeks even have names?"[/glow]

[Kissaki]

There is a very moist popping sound, really more of a damp bang than anything. Following the soggy burst is the fine patter of raindrops, kept we’re inside and it isn’t raining. Even behind the sofa, I can see the fine spray of green goo covering the walls. Flash bang didn’t have quite the oomph I’d been hoping for. Knew I should have gone with the incendiary. First presentations are important after all, and you never get a second chance at one. I stand up, looking over the scene. Nice to see the glitter didn’t burn up. The dusting of sparkles makes it just like Christmas. The remaining half of the smelly guy is laying there, gurgling slightly. Hmm, something’s missing here. Might be the blood…or organs. You know…meaty bits. Ah well, guess it isn’t like Christmas at all. I give a whistle, admiring my handywork.

“And boom goes the dynamite. Anybody dead?”

Almost on cue, there’s a chuckle that echoes through the air. Guess Casper is immune to grenades. Or possibly ticklish. Or both. You know what, ghosts better be ticklish, otherwise the whole ‘life after death’ thing is gonna suck. That other guy, The one with glasses, steps back in long enough to call us all morons, as well as making it clear who wouldn’t be cleaning up. Think he might have said something about Fractions to. It was hard to tell. There was an explosion going on at the time.

“Bye bye then.”

I make a note to bottle some of the gooey bits splattered about. Nobody gets away with calling me a moron like that. He’ll learn what the score is soon enough. And as a bonus, I’ll learn if the boogey guy is flammable. Everybody wins. The big guy compliments me on my explosion

“Glad ya liked it. I also do birthday parties.”

Oh, wait…he wasn’t actually complimenting me, it was one of those sarcastic comments. Meh, no biggy. He complains about his jacket, comments on the group name. Only he mispronounces S.P.E.C.T.E.R, calling it the faction. Poor guy, looks like he’s not the sharpest surgical scalpel in the tool shed. He also suggests changing it to section 8, before asking about names.

“Bleg, Names are Like Herpes. It’s all fun and games to start with, but pretty soon they are getting passed around left and right, and before you know it there’s blood everywhere and it itches like crazy. Now hold on a sec, it smells like someone blew up a sewer in here. Someone should take care of it.”

I waltz over to the mucky blast center, looking down at the quivering blob of pudding. Poor guy.

“Hay there little fell a, how you doing? I bet you could use a hug, some hot coco and a nice warm blanket.”

I speak quietly, smiling down, like I was talking to an adorable puppy, as opposed to an adorable puppies little accident. And like a light bulb going out, I drop right back to my normal tone.

“However…this place smells awful. And people who can’t even take care of their home certainly aren’t getting any coco, nor blankets. Now, here are the facts. I have 3 more grenades, and Frankly I found the last one to be money well spent so I’d suggest cleaning up your mess. Oh, and clean off…what’s his face” I wave a hand in the big guys direction “him, clean his jacket to. Got to be careful or the stain will set.” Just to show him everything’s good, I give the lil’ tike a pat on the head. And now he'll be questioning if there's any hope of winning me over eventually. Its good to be me.

I stand, returning my attention to The big guy “and you, its rather rude not to share names with other people. But hay, forgive and forget. I’d tell you my real one, but all you really need to know is that its Not Jennifer. Also, you can call me Kissaki. And this..”I pull my blade out, so that the light catches the edge “This is my sword. Its name is sword…Still working on finding something good to call it, and Im open to suggestions."

[Slimeball]

*awww fuck... awww fuckity fuck fuck fuck....*

*that stung...that REALLY stung...*

* That crazy bitch's grenade blew bits a me over there... and bits a me over there.... and I think some on the ceilin. I dunno... it's kinda hard ta see with the bright light that thing doused me with! Not much ta do now but just kinda relax... just become a puddle and let all my little bits slide their way home. Just relaxin and concentratin at the same time.*

* Kinda like usin the stool.*

*Oh man... I might get my sight back, but I can't get this damn squealin sound outta my ears... still can't make out mucha what people 're sayin. The psycho bitch is talkin.... then I think I hear casper out there... might not be able to make stuff out but ain't much to do with laughin. Man she still freaks me out. Oh yeah an sumthin from the preppy kid... then the big guy is sayin some stuff... I start unerstandin what he has to say... complainin 'bout his jacket... an askin for names. Course the whole time the dame's mouth is goin a mile a minute all about crazy ass stuff about herpes and blood an how the place stinks.*

* I didn't notice nuthin...*

*But then of all places she's got ta mozey to... she comes on over to me... babbling at me with baby talk, askin how I feel.*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]"how you think I feel... you just frag... "[/glow]

* but then she starts getting all stern an stuff, talkin about how we need to keep our crib clean an all that crap. Then leans down talkin bout how she's got 3 MORE OF THOSE DAMN THINGS an she ain't afraid ta use 'em unless I get up an clean up MY mess!*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]"but... but I uh...wasn't the one...who...uhh... see it just..."[/glow]

* I just kinda weakly mumble out in protest... tryin ta be herd in thatY'know... it ain't like I really want to take the rap for someone elses crime.... again. But... unlike the last time where it was just a buncha bangers... this... is a crazy chick... WITH GRENADES! A man has gotta be a man an stuff... but when dealin with a crazy-eyed chick who looks like she'd Bobbitt you for leaving the seat up... you got no choice but to bend over an take it....*

[glow=limegreen,2,300]" ...yes ma'am..."[/glow]

* I just let her go back to babbling to Roid-dude over there as I REALLY start concentrating... start drawin in every little bit of discarded grimey-juice back to the main body all t-1000 like.... offa the couch... offa the walls... offa the jacket.... everywhere! Even findin a sammich on the way! Then the whole pullin myself back up.... and re solidifyin... before shufflin off ta get the cleanin stuff...*

* I shoulda stayed in juvie.*

[Silva]

I've been here haunting this house for awhile now, which was boring, with no one around but that jerk David, who only seems to pay attention to things that are mechanical.
But now, these guys have finally shown up, and things are far from boring.
My presence hovers around the room unseen, but seeing everything, even the slightest twitch of a response to my disembodied laughter moments ago.
Watching Kissaki get Slimey to clean up the mess she technically made of him, is rather entertaining.
Poor guy's not going to have much of a chance here if he doesn't solidify a back bone in all that jello he has as a body.
I giggle in the air around Kissaki, showing her how I enjoyed the show, on my way to whisper in Kryptonite's ear,

"You can call me Silva."

Blowing a bit of a shiver behind the words for dramatic effects.
I don't know what it is about him, but I get the feeling if pushed the right way, he could turn out much more entertainment too.
Makes me wonder just how well this rather mismatched group is going to work together a K plans.

[Trojan]

I stay in the doorway, watching the morons, to see them all leave it to the Slime guy to clean up.
That's it, let the one that smells like the freaking sewer do the cleaning.
So stupid. I bet he doesn't even know how to use a mop.
I shake my head, leaving them to their spectacle, heading to my lab.
My lab is the entire second floor of this warehouse, and all of it is highly sophisticated.
I just hope those morons never try to find their way up the stairs.
They'd probably break things just by looking at them.
Grabbing a prototype, I head back down mumbling to myself on their lack of common sense.
Coming back into the room I step in front of the slime guy, cutting off his path to any cleaning supplies.

"You can't keep yourself clean, so what makes you think you are capable of cleaning at all?
Stand aside."

I set the prototype down, switching it's power source on, standing back to see what happens, as I tap a small, almost unseen, bud in my right ear,

"Cleanbot test one. We have power."

It's not really a finished bot. K didn't get me specs on this crowd of goons she's hired, I had no real gage of what cleaning things would be needed.
But if all goes well, this test will give me enough data to improve upon the design.

[Kryptonite]

OOC: Bit short, but I'm getting back into the habit.

What is it about metas that makes ehm such a bunch of fuckin loons?

I watch as the Redhead goes through her whole comedy act, complete with false names and shit. Kissaki or whatever her name is. Not like I have a damn clue what thats supposed to mean in japanese, assuming she even is japanese....Hard to tell with her skin tone and that flamin red hair.

When she comments on her sword though, well thats too good an oppertunity to miss, and I manage a sarcastic snarl even as I was the slimy guy pull himself back together like something out of a James Cameron film.

[glow=green,2,300]"Don't know what you can call it, but I sure as fuck know where you can shove it..."[/glow]

Of course she and I aren't alone by any means, and I can hear that from the familar tinkle of ghostly laughter, just enough to bring a shiver to my skin. That schoolgirl from the shower...Guess I better keep an eye open for her next time I step in...assumin I don't want to give her a show...Tempting.

Of course on the opposite end of the spectrum is geekboy, who decides for whatever fuckin reason that we need a little robot to help us do cleaning. Little silver motherfucker looks like a cross between that Batshit robot on the alien cartoon, and one of those scrubber thingies from Wall-E.

Almost be cute if it wasn't so fuckin retarded looking.

[glow=green,2,300]"Oh my hero...whats your power Four-Eyes, cleaning up after pusc-bucket here? Clearly a good crew to run with, any time we need to knock over a Pier 1...Gig ought to pay a fuckin mint...all I'm gonna say."[/glow]

Yeah, so I ain't coming off as the best team-mate ever, so what? I got my jacket slimed, my chips are a gonner, and I'm going twelve hours now since my last hit...Ain't going to be sociable from that.

[glow=green,2,300]"Where the fuck is our boss anyway? Figure the blonde would be here to introduce us herself...Assuming she's for real...Never know, this kinda gig. Might even be a sting or somethin...Though if Jello Boy here has anything on his rap sheet heavier than Jaywalkin, I'll be impressed..."[/glow]