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Jun 12, 2016 12:18:33 GMT
Post by Impact on Jun 12, 2016 12:18:33 GMT
Beacon Street, Kingston City, 1400 hours.  His chest rose and fell in the steady, unhurried rhythm of sleep. In his dreams he felt as if he were floating, ensconced within the fluffiest, most comfortable cloud imaginable, all warmth and gentle security. A smile curved his unwaking lips as his unfettered subconscious conjured up images of nubile skin clad in scandalously skimpy swimwear, feminine giggling echoing softly,- Only to be interrupted by the unpleasant, nagging sound of someone calling his name, over and over. with increasing exasperation. He grumbled and turned over in his sleep, tucking his folded arm under his head and muttering something about annoying voices and keeping it down.
"IMPACT."
With immense reluctanec and not inconsiderable effort, the youth pried opened his eyes, wincing at the piercing brightness of the sun and throwing up a hand to ward it off as he cleared his throat, voice still thick with sleep. "Whassat?"
"I swear, I do not get paid enough to deal with you. Please wake up. We have reports of a robbery in progress, Class B villain. You're the closest, so you have to go deal with it. Watermain & Sons Bank, Beacon Street. Now go."
Groaning in protest, Impact let out an exaggerated sigh of despondence as he turned in the air, blinking owlishly to clear the sleep from his eyes as he looked downwards at the city. He hated it when his afternoon sky-nap was interrupted, especially by the ever-exasperated tones of his dispatcher resounding in his earpiece. He rubbed at his face, dipping his hand in a nearby raincloud to collect some moisture, and ran his fingers through his hair, smacking his lips as he got his bearings. Beacon street, Beacon street...Ah! Follow the smell of money and over-starched suits. Suppressing a yawn unsuccessfully, the red-clad hero propelled himself earthward without any undue hurry, idly considering where he'd go get something to eat after he'd dealt with this little incident. There was that nice Italian place a couple blocks down from the Bank...Or maybe he'd just go to Italy and get the real deal.
He was still preoccupied by thoughts of food as he neared the bank, slowing himself and straightening up to float towards the shattered doorway. "Uh, hello? Listen, whoever you are, I just woke up and I'm kind of hungry, so if we could get this over with quick and easy, I'd really appreciate it. Just come on out and I'll put you down without breaking anything. Probably."
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Jun 12, 2016 12:42:06 GMT
Post by L-Force on Jun 12, 2016 12:42:06 GMT
Newsfeed update number x: The machine stopped in it's tracks to quickly read trough the update, it's sensors picking apart the important details and deleting the fluff most news reports had. A robbery. Armed, dangerous. Bank. Target classified as human money. Just a few blocks away from where it was, too. There were no other current targets nearby, the next one was too far away for L-FORCE to make it there in time. Quickly the machine split itself into pieces and shot out trough the air towards the scene of the crime, a purple haze surrounding the metallic grey and white pile of machine parts, the head's helmet zooming out just slightly as it began to scan the area with it's infrared signals.
Eventually it came to sight. The parts slammed together to form the stoic L-FORCE, staring down at the doorway. It had been blasted open, if it's scans were right. What blasted the doors open was right in front of it. The scope once more zoomed forwards, the lone sensor nailed on Impact's back. For a moment, code ran behind the soulless eye of the machine, calculating what was the best source of action. It hopped onto another rooftop, this time a bit closer. It drew out it's twin sai, twisting them about for a moment before then flipping the switch on their sides, causing an electric current to start running down them. Hypothesis: Door broken by something powerful. In front of the door = floating human male of young age. Floating = powers. Powers = blasting door open. Young man = criminal. Criminal = target, target + justice = goal.
L-FORCE's left hand snapped into pieces, floating there as the being cluthed it's say tightly. The arm stretched and shot out, the blade of the sai pointed right at Impact's back. L-FORCE left the arm to float there while the rest of the body hopped onto another rooftop once more, preparing in case it's sneak attack did not work.
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Jun 13, 2016 14:29:46 GMT
Post by Impact on Jun 13, 2016 14:29:46 GMT
Well, the supposed bank robber was being less than forthcoming about who, what and where it was. Typical. Some Class B thinking they were hotshots, strutting their stuff and committing literal daylight robbery, expecting to walk away the cock of the walk, only to get cold feet when it was time to face the music. "Listen. B-man. It's cool! I get it. I understand, you didn't think they'd send someone like me for a dinky little bank robbery, and you're a little shy! I'd be starstruck too, in your shoes, who wouldn't? It's me, after all. But I don't have all day, so give me a hand and-"
thnk
He broke off mid-sentence, feeling something colliding with his lower back at a not incosiderable speed. He turned effortlessly in mid-air, fist clenched and pulled back in the windup for a thunderous return blow- Only to pause, a brow arching as he let out an eloquent, "Um." He floated there for a beat or two, staring perplexedly at the hovering sai, and in particular at the hand that was clutching it. The..Disembodied hand. Creepy.
"Heh. Good one. I... Didn't mean that literally, but whatever. How about you get the rest of you over here so I can punch you and call it a day? |
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Jun 13, 2016 14:54:03 GMT
Post by L-Force on Jun 13, 2016 14:54:03 GMT
Error. Target not penetrated. Inadequate force? Possibly. Normally a strike like that would penetrate deep into the skin of the target, possibly even killing at first hit, if the machine was lucky enough. But this was something completely different. Perhaps the target was tougher than it looked. L-FORCE wouldn't back down however, quickly sending his other arm, along with the sai it was clutching forwards, attempting to spike against the enemy's side. This wouldn't do much, it garnered, but it'd be a distraction. The now hand-less being floated on over to the roof of the bank, looking about for a moment before then splitting the upper and lower half of it's body. The upper half split into small pieces, floating in trough the airduct on the roof to explore the insides of the bank for any other criminals.
The pair of feet jumped down right behind Impact and aimed a series of kicks for his back. Now he was facing two floating hands armed with sais and a pair of very kicky feet. Probably a very strange sight, to be honest. And all this was giving the real criminal inside more time to escape.
The floating head and it's torso made their way trough the air ducts, the red eye of the being zooming out at every chance it had to explore the hallways of the bank. No hostages. No criminal in sight yet. Not that it could do much in it's current form, but the hands and legs were ready to come along inside if required. Here's to hoping the criminal on the inside is easy enough to handle with Impact being a bit occupied.
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Jun 16, 2016 12:31:05 GMT
Post by Impact on Jun 16, 2016 12:31:05 GMT
This was quite possibly the strangest fight he'd ever been in, and he'd been in a lot of fights. As the disembodied hand was joined by its mate, Impact took a moment to reflect on the choices that had brought him to this particular moment in his life. He was, essentially, a good person, right? Sure, he could be a bit of an ass sometimes, and he broke a lot of stuff, but people liked him. He saved lives, fought the bad guys and looked good while doing it. He even gave some of his Initiative pay to the homeless people on the sly, not that he'd ever admit to it. Yet here he was, suffering the ineffectual assault of two floating hands and, if the new sensation of something thwapping against his back was anything to go by, probably two disembodied feet, too. He glanced over his shoulder to identify the source of the new attacks and, yep. Floating feet. Just...Floating feet. Doing their thing, shuffling a little I-want-to-kick-Impact polka. Jason lowered his head and gave breath to a brief, heartfelt sigh, hair swaying as he shook his head. "Seriously? This is what I've been reduced to? Fighting robot Rayman?", he asked of nobody in particular, as the civilians had long since vacated the scene. When no answer was forthcoming, he raised his hands in a helpless shrug and muttered, "Guess it is."
Completely ignoring the limbs and their earnest attempts to end his life, Impact slowly revolved on the spot, eyes thinning as he attempted to locate the person controlling his assailants. Coming up empty, herun his fingers through the jet-black locks of his hair and shrugged, red electricity flickering about him for a beat before he snatched one of the hands out of the air and dashed into the bank. Holding the squirming appendage aloft, he raised his voice and called aloud, impatience colouring his features, "Alright! Who owns these ridiculous things? Just get out here and fight me already, because this is getting really, really dumb." |
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Jun 16, 2016 13:47:15 GMT
Post by L-Force on Jun 16, 2016 13:47:15 GMT
WARNING, WARNING! A stream of code went trough L-FORCE's head as the code came trough. Apparently one of the hands was taken. It began to squirm in an attempt to escape from the assailant, the feet and other hand following after. Although the hand opened up one of the vents and sunk into the air ventilation system, and the feet ran off somewhere else. For a while it was completely silent with only Impact and the one severed hand squirming about, trying it's best to scrape the blade of the sai against his cheek with minimal to little success. Eventually, the same hand that had disappeared into the ventilation system opened up another vent.
A red light stared down at the hero. It seemed to be a severed head, with a torso and a hand floating behind it. Calculating target. Target identified from front. Matching profile with internet picture matches. Matches found: 101110. Checking most popular image. Comparing. Identified! Initiative for Greater Good member, rank A, popular superhero according to the polls. Indestructible skin, red lightning. Analyzing and comparing former scan results. Hypothesis: Impact + broken down door does not = impact is criminal. New hypothesis = criminals on scene, Impact trying to stop. The hand suddenly stops squirming. And with that, all the interest formerly shown on Impact dies down as the head disappears into the vents, going back to it's search.
The sensors worked overtime to scan out between the ventilations, trying to find any movement. It stopped a few times only to continue when it noticed there were only rats present. Finally, it noticed movement behind one of the vents. It peeked about, trying to locate the real criminals.
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Jun 26, 2016 12:36:43 GMT
Post by Impact on Jun 26, 2016 12:36:43 GMT
There was a few quiet moments as he waited for some form of response, the silence broken only by the soft rasping sound of metal being drawn across indestructible skin as the robotic hand in Impact's grip continued in its assault. He rolled his eyes in exasperation as the disembodied limb repeatedly attempted to gouge his face open and only succeeded in scratching the itch that had formed on his cheek. Angling his head to one side, Impact idly shifted the hand so that it could better reach the itch, letting out a sigh of approval. Maybe he should get one of these things, see if there was one with an arm so he could use it to scratch his back....His paused in his idle musings as a red light shone down upon him from one of the vents above, the source of which was a...Floating head. And a torso. And another hand. Well then.
Several silent moments passed as man and floating machine head gazed at each other, bemusement writ plain to see upon Impact's fine features. He'd seen some peculiar things since he'd signed up for the Initiative, but this was...This was just plain weird.Sharing a loving gaze with a floating robo-head was not on his list of expected things to do today. Or...Any day.
He suppressed the urge to fly up there and slap the expressionless robodude with his own hand, instead opening his mouth in an attempt to communicate with the thing, only for it to...Go away. Just. Leave. No "Oh hi Impact, big fan! Do you like the red light? I got it just for you!", no demands, no threats, just. Gone. For such an unusual villain, Jason had to admit the robot was getting a little boring, and he was losing what precious little patience he had to begin with. Looking down at the robo-hand that had now gone limp, Impact uttered a disgusted noise and tossed it to one side, not even bothering to look where it might land.
He put his fists on his hips and glowered at his surroundings, looking for something to punch so he could get out of here already. Finding nothing, he let his displeasure be known with an exclamation of, "Ugh!" as he threw his hands up into the air. He'd have to do this the hard way, then, by actually looking. Granted, with how fast he could move it didn't really mean it was that big of a hassle, but still, it was annoying. So, with a flicker of red lightning he was off, zipping around the bank and searching each room he came across. It took him very little time at all to find the reported B-rank, a large, hulking suit of power armour with a decided 80s vibe to it. Urgh. Space Robolord, fantastic. This dude was as hammy as they came, and Impact had fought a literal man made of ham, once. He'd smelled disturbingly appetising when he'd hit him with the lightning, and it had taken him a while to look at a ham sandwich the same way after-Wait, bad guy. Focus, gotta focus.
The aforementioned villain had turned to spot Impact, and had already launched into his usual spiel about being a robot from space who would conquer the Earth and blah blah blah. Massaging his temples, Impact held up a hand and interrupted the goofy-looking figure. "Look. Clyde. Buddy. Not today, okay? I promise the next time we'll do the whole banter thing, but I'm hungry and there's some weird floating head and hand guy creeping around here, so I'd really appreciate it if you just give up and come along quietly. Pretty please?" |
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Jun 30, 2016 11:46:42 GMT
Post by L-Force on Jun 30, 2016 11:46:42 GMT
The hand that had been thrown onto the ground lied there for a moment, before soon floating up and charging into the vents, punching trough one vent to get into the shaft. It flew about until it found L-FORCE. The feet were still somewhere, feet clacking against the marbled floor of the bank. It was trying to find the villain. While these body parts did not share a mind, they could still wander about. Besides, L-FORCE could find it's body parts based on the noises they would make. But L-FORCE had found it's target. The scope zoomed out and scanned the B-rank villain trough the vent shaft. The aesthetic was confusing to it's sensors, but it could handle the thing easily. The vent it was staring out of was behind the villain.
While Impact was there on the scene, he was completely unimportant to the grander scheme of things. The hands reached out to the sides of L-FORCE's floating torso, grabbing onto the twin sais on the sides. The bony fingers made of metal flipped on the electric switches, turning on an electric current to the metallic sai. This would make things easier, as long as it hit the right places in the opponent's armor. While the robotic menace was making a grand speech, something about coming from Mars to this world due to the habitat, so on, so forth. L-FORCE was recording the talk just in case. There could be more clues in it, in case there was an invasion coming.
Suddenly, the vent was punched open, a floating torso, a head and two hands flew out. The parts attached together, leaping forwards and sinking the electric sai into joint's on the machine's back.
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