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TotL: Gamma Emission: Staking a Claim
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 Quote:Plus, I am not going to let myself get a reputation for going out with just any random schmuck. I laughed. Quote:-Nameless Terror - hmmmm... Spud, roll up another dogboy, the Nameless Terrier! "No can brain today. Want cheezeburger." From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
Rejects, Level 1
Binary Pulse - Immune to radiation, but physically underage, emotionally damaged, and the cybernetics makes intimate contact difficult. Purrfect Cut - Not human. Dinner dates with someone whose idea of good food includes live prey are probably not your thing. Rejects, Level 2 Aaron Blackstone - Not immune to radiation. On the plus side, a nice guy, under the sarcasm, and a sympathetic ear. Numero Catorce - Intelligent, well built, and he cooks. Not immune to radiation. Also, Catholic and celibate. On the plus side, he'll be glad to stand you a dinner and a show, if you can get past the fact that he never takes off the mask. Wild Cards Ahmet the Knife - Not so much immune to radiation as capable of healing it very rapidly. Something of a wanderer and a mercenary, and definitely not interested in anything more than a one-night stand. Ebony the Black Dragon http://ebony14.livejournal.com "Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you." 
Rejects, Category 1:
Hairnette: gah, no. Even if she wasn't an alternate Fusionette with the ditz cranked up to 11, the thought of all that -pink-... Purrfect Scrapper: she's tough enough to take it, but is straight and seems intent on tying up one of the catboys. Besides, that much hyper would give anyone a headache. Terri Knight: smokin' and knows how to have fun, both with and without recreational chemicals. Too bad she's as squishy as her local counterpart is tough. OSHA Enforcer: Male, early 30s. Certainly tough enough to take it, but if a battery-operated boyfriend was what she was after she could get that at the store. Plus, he'd probably cite her bedroom for not being up to code. Rejects, Category 2: Kyriel the Fury: Female, early 20's in appearance, and kinda hot, both literally and in the 'does nice things to her costume' sense. But the wings are a bit off-putting and the whole 'embodied essence of righteous vengeance' thing might not make for a long-term partner. Ruff Enuff: On the one hand, he's tough enough to take whatever anyone can dish out. On the downside, he's about as bright as a collie (literally), that much fur might clog the shower, and burning hair is -such- a turn-off. She'd have to be REAAAALLY drunk. Or he'd have to figure out how to turn back into a normal human-like being. Or both. Captain Cluebat: Male, mid 20's, very nice on the eyes and favors the upscale civvie look. Claims to be powered by refined Snark(tm), whatever that is. Appears to be rad and fire resistant, if not totally immune. One night stand material. Maybe. Wild Card: Onyx Blast: known her for a while, actually. She throws around rads like no tomorrow herself and can do nifty things with gravity. If she's like her local counterpart, she ambidextrous. And those -tights-.... Downside, she seems to be attached to Sell-Sword in some fashion, though they both claim it's "not like that". Worth looking into, maybe. Flaming Wreckage: Male, mid 20's, orientation unknown. On the one hand, he seemed completely immune to Enynn's approaches, to the point where she apparently gave up on him. So there's a fair chance he's gay, celibate, or terminally oblivious. However, he's cute, ripped-but-not-overdone, has an accent, and can literally turn up the heat. Pals around a lot with Kentucky Smith, apparently as the other man's assistant/pack mule/crash test dummy/mine detector. So he's certainly tough enough to take what she can dish out. --sofaspud --"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs 
Rejects:
Knight of the Peace: Male, mid 20s, Single, straight, and entirely human under the armor. I'd cook him. Lady of the Peace: Female, apparent low to mid-20s, Bi, with a rather impressive resistance to heat and radiation, and a disgusting amount of control over her own powers. But she's a mother, and in a relationship, and her girlfriend would steal my identity, leave me penniless and get me arrested for something. Purrfect Archer: Female, Bi, Underage, Control over fire, Taken (With a Rikti? Weird place). Lady of the Peace would kill me, then her girlfriend would take over on the rest. Wild Cards: Fire Bomber: Female, low 20s, orientation unknown. Given her own fire powers, she could handle it. Yowza, she's TALL Purrfect Shield: Female, apparent mid 20s, orientation unknown. Given her contact with magic, she might know some tricks... 
Lesse...
Dismissal Glancing-Amberlee: (Mid-20s) Not resistant to any sort of damage whatsoever with out Telekinetic Shielding(think PFF), Telepathy can be a bit of a problem as well, Involved with Stephnie. 'Dating'-Braende  Young, 18-20, doesn't age) Couldn't burn her if you threw her in a bonfire, but not especially resilient otherwise (Phoenixnotwithstanding), would probably be willing to try and cheer her up, but not for anything serious with out first getting Valles' agreement. Dating-Golden Locust: Regenerates to fast to be injured in any significant way (Regardless of damage), but she is a bit .. 'off' in the fact that she apparently enjoys the pain and regeneration, and is rather vocal about it. Also has sub-dermal metal spikes that could pop out and injure/impale anyone within contact. Wild(really) Card: -Enynn: (Age is somewhat subjective, appears ~20, doesn't age) En is ... Well, she's En. She's likely collaberated with Decay about Terr at some point, and she enjoys teasing him herself, but it is rather hard to tell where she stands: ---She's presently working with DS to provide the extremes of heat and fire he needs for magic armor forging, so only good things could come of putting her and more fire together. ---Not really rad-proof, but with fire to back her, not much could bother her. It'd be hard to tell weither she'd go for it, as DS seems to enjoy working with her and she doesn't mind him, but its clear she'd bed Terr with out a second's hesitation ---She also has show interest in Mira though not sure how to approach her (for once) and might be elsewise occupied with that. ---Willing to do what she can to cheer her up (anything within reason/wouldn't otherwise inconvenience people), but might not 'click' to the fact that Decay actually wants more than just a mutually-enjoyable friendship. --- The Master said: "It is all in vain! I have never yet seen a man who can perceive his own faults and bring the charge home against himself." >Analects: Book V, Chaper XXVI 
Level 1 dismissal after brief check:
Twilit Blade: Kheldian, Warshade, absorbs all types of energy like a particularly greedy sponge with no real evidence of discomfort. However, taken. Database indicates possibility as dating "wingman", however, if she likes you. Intoxicat: Catgirl. Projects a large number of very sharp spines from her body. Which are laced with a variety of chemical compounds known to have odd effects on the human body. And she sweats mild hallucinogens to boot. Probably the only one in Riot Force *less* likely to get a date than Decay. Also, not rad-proof or fireproof. Level 2 dismissal (Couple of drinks): Cleansing Dawn: Kheldian. Energy based and thus mostly immune to any negative effects of either fire or rads. Unfortunately, he's A. several *thousand* years older than you, and B. could be a poster child for the chivalrous knight errant, in that he apparently has no interest in a relationship whatsoever. However, he is sympathetic and isn't exactly a bad person to talk to. Wildcard: Cyberwoman 10: Mostly mechanical, so rads and fire aren't really a problem, but advanced enough construction to REALLY work out in certain areas(think Superman: stops bullets but feels normal). Personality is perky enough, and unlike her "cousin" is less straight arrow, more fun oriented in regards to a lot of things. Bonus: amnesia about her past also means she's still trying to figure out what the big deal is about which set of equipment one's romantic partner has. Falling Angel: Malakite warrior. Constantly surrounded by flames. Celestial and thus utterly immune to long term damage by radiation exposure. Downsides: a bit stuffy and "justice" oriented. However, there's a bottle of specifically celestial wine in the Legendary's safe for use if you're brave enough to try her. Apparently Pooky's willing to covertly aid anyone trying to get her to let her hair down. --- "Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay waste." 
Ok wow, far more of a response than I expected.
The only think I know right now is the disaster that is the Superball date will have to be made. -Terry ----- "so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today" TF2: Spy
Wild card/Dissmisal
Gir Saber: she's imune to just about everything, her auntie Sera-chan, along with some of the other girl are trying to get her on the dateing scene, but flips bettewn the mind set of a H.A.D.D kid on suger and a slightly odd mid to late teenager Child of the Atom: Rad/Rad that can eat/absorb radiation (to fuel her powers) probaly one of the more matuer of the nette's...... but thats not saying much   Quote: sweno wrote: We loves you lots Sweno! >.> and oh dear. -sits on hands waiting on this Superball/Decay fiasco, bubbling with antici...- 
SAY IT!
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.'' -- James Nicoll Quote: Vyperpunk wrote: (Say it! SAY IT!!!) Superball taking anyone to "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" would be a fiasco.... Ebony the Black Dragon http://ebony14.livejournal.com "Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
I'd love to see a story that has Superball in mufti being the wise, serious stranger talking someone down from something crazy. With an ending tagline
like, "I feel more like a hero now than I ever do kicking Council around." ''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.'' -- James Nicoll  Quote: sweno wrote:All I can think of is that scene from Mystery Men: "I'm sorry, Spleen, there's not enough beer in the world. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."  Wiredgeek Wrote:I laughed.Good! You were supposed to! -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. 
Of my lineup: (That due to 'mysterious computer malfunction' could end up on the list...)
Angelita Valentina - mid 20s, Female. Fireproof. Armor mitigates most radiation issues - but she's never out of it. Keeps to herself when not patrolling, as in is usually mediating/praying in her room when not in Croatoa ... Mixing her and and Decay together would be 'Are you insane?!?' ... Known: Zealot, calls self a "Witch-Hunter"; her Hero-Corps profile says 'Has mild issues with Mutants and has minor dislike of aliens.' ((Hates: Magic, Mutants, Heretics and Aliens.)) Shader
.... 'Minor Dislike' as in 'KILL IT WITH FIRE!!' and 'PURGE THE EVIL!'
--- The Master said: "It is all in vain! I have never yet seen a man who can perceive his own faults and bring the charge home against himself." >Analects: Book V, Chaper XXVI
remind me to hurt that toon.... or get her to meet Sanguine, the 40K fan girl
Ok everyone, I have come to the conclusion that the ideas that cause my muse to sit up and say "huh?" are the best ones.
Tales of the Legendary [A Hero Sandwich Production] Smouldering Decay: Staking a Claim (pt 6.1) Sartre was right, or at least he had the general idea nailed down. Hell is *dating* other people. I mean, it had seemed like a good idea in my head. Superball had shown some interest in me, he was the one that posted my little performance for Terrence on the Legendary internal server. His spandex outfit showed off a nicely toned body. And according to his file (or at least the parts I had access to) he was immune to radiation. Good first candidate right? Yeah, sure, he acted like doofus while on missions, but I wasn't going to hold that against him. A crash corse in spycraft back home drilled into my head that what you see is rarely what you get. And anyone who had been fighting crime as long as he had couldn't be as unstable as he presented himself, at least not without having something noted in their files. I hoped. -------------- I had camped out in the legendary base, leaning against one of the walls near the teleporter room. I was leafing through one of the more recent magical trade pubs, but not really paying much attention to the article on long term magical exposure effects on small pets. My attention was more focused on the traffic going in and out of the teleporters. According to the base computers Superball had spent most of the day doing missions of one sort or another in Steel Canyon and Talos Island, I was content to wait. Even if I did get a strange look or two from some of the Legendary. I guess my presence was a bit out of the ordinary, I normally restricted my loitering to the Riot Force base. Fortunately, I was saved from actually learning what happened to hamsters who spend their lives in magical houses by the arrival of my soon-to-be date. I followed Superball as he made his way to the salvage racks and began to poke through them. After a quick look around to make sure we didn't have an audience I put a smile on my face and got his attention "Hey Superball." He stopped rummaging through the racks and glanced over his shoulder at me. Once he saw who had called out his name he turned fully around. "Yeeees?" he answered, his voice inflected strangely. I got the feeling he was quoting a famous movie I hadn't seen, or at least I movie he considered famous. On that note, a movie I would probably never see. I dragged my mental processes back on track. "Do you have any plans for later tonight?" I asked. "Nothing out of the ordinary." He said, and then after a brief pause added "I know you must be shocked that such a monumental figure as myself could possibly have a quite night free from excitement, but it is the sad truth." complete with overly dramatic gestures. "Would you like some?" I said, unable to keep the smirk from my lips. "Some...?" He prompted. "Plans. Excitement." I elaborated. "I was thinking about dinner and drinks, my treat." I saw a smile form underneath his mask. "Whee! A date! Can I wear the dress?" "No." I resisted the urge to grab him by the ear and shake until he dropped the goofball attitude. "Your dress?" I suppressed the mental image of him in my miniskirt before firing back "Can I wear your costume?" That actually got him to stop for a second as he cocked his head to make sure he had heard me correctly. "No, you wouldn't want to wear this old thing" he said, then after a brief pause added "Besides, it wouldn't do justice to your feminine figure". The later was accompanied by a look that traversed from my boots to my goggles, taking care not to miss a spot in between. I didn't get angry about the rather blatant look, it just showed that there was interest. And interest was exactly what I was hoping for. "Well if your staying in your suit, I guess I'll have to stay in my mine." I said will a small pout as I sashed over the teleporter. As I leaned over to pick skyway out of the list I made sure to keep my legs straight and bend at the waist more that strictly needed. A glance over my shoulder confirmed that I still had his full attention "Remember, Seven o'clock at the Tide House." ------------------ I'm sure this is karma for how I treated Gamma, because I have no idea what is going on or how the conversation even diverged onto the topic of using small woodland animals as offensive weaponry. "Most people underestimate the effectiveness of live squirrels in hand to hand combat. I have yet to meet a man that won't stop focusing on me after I stuff a squirrel into his pants. And then of course the jokes about nuts just make themselves." Superball said. I couldn't quite think of how to respond to that statement, a feeling I was becoming increasingly familiar with as the night wore on. So instead I killed the last of the beer in my glass and said "Hold that thought, I need a refill. You good?" Superball just held up his mostly-full glass and nodded. As I made my way up to the bar for another beer I wondered what it would take for me to get under that spandex, both literally and figuratively. He had shown up in his spandex suit. Which made my grateful I had chosen this bar & grill, it wasn't uncommon in the least for a hero to show up in their full getup here. And his act never let up. Not during dinner, which I never actually saw him eat, even if it disappeared of his plate. And not after dinner, where he drank beer through his mask. It was a constant stream of jokes and humorous content that did a very good job of keeping me off my mental balance. I acquired another beer from the bartender and made my way back to our booth. Trying and failing to come up with a discrete way to suggest my plans for later this evening. I had already used some of my best double entendres, which had been happily ignored. Every time I tried to hint at what I hoped to do later tonight with him, he would take the literal meaning and run with it. I -think- that's how we ended up discussing small furry animals and combat, but I can't be sure. Well there was a reason I preferred direct frontal assaults, I never did too well in the spycraft courses back home. If discrete was out, I guess I'd have to go with blatant. I set my beer on the table, and instead of sitting down on my side of the booth, sat down in Superball's lap. The limited space between the bench and table meant that my rather generous assets were pressed firmly into his chest. But I was fine with the tight fit, it made it all that easier to whisper into his ear "I'm certain we could compare combat strategies all night long. But I have much better idea about what to do with our time. What do you say we head back to my apartment?" I made sure to punctuate my last statement with a wiggle of my hips. Superball hadn't moved a muscle since I took my seat. "Aww, don't tell me you have nothing to say. I'm sure I can get all sorts of interesting sounds out of you lat-" I stopped whispering huskily into his ear mid-word as I felt something cold and wet run down my back. It was quickly absorbed by my dress and began to wick along my panties, making them wet in all the wrong ways. I snarled a curse as I quickly vacated his lap. A glance at the table confirmed it, my frontal assault had incurred some collateral damage. Superball had spilled his beer, and most of it seemed to have gone down my back. Of course once I left my perch he was up and apologizing. I was too angry about what had just happened to pay all that much attention to what he was saying. But I got the general gist that he was going to fetch something to help before he disappeared. I spent another thirty seconds ineffectively blotting at my dress with napkins before I realized what just happened. He hadn't left in the direction of the bathrooms, and he wasn't at the bar asking for a, hopefully clean, rag. The wet napkins in my now clenched fist started to smoke as one of the bouncers walked up. "Well that was certainly a fast exit." Jonas said by way of greeting. I shot him an annoyed look and said nothing. "Lisa, I'm not going to have to use this am I?" He said, holding up a small fire extinguisher and looking pointedly at the napkins in my fist. "No" I sighed as I deflated and dropped the now crispy napkins to the floor. Regardless of Jonas standing there with the fire extinguisher, I was tempted to flash-dry my clothing. But I restrained myself. The panties and dress where some of my nicer, and less flame resistant, clothes; that and the sticky mess that dried beer would make. "Is it alright if I just head home?" I asked, knowing that the tab I had run up tonight was a little beyond the normal amount. "Yah yah, go get yourself cleaned up. I'll smooth things over." Jonas said after a few seconds. I smiled at him gratefully and made my way to the door. I distracted myself from the feeling of cold beer between my legs with thoughts of what I would do to Superball when I saw him next. ---------- Yeah, the spilled beer was an -accident-. Suuure. (At least as far as Decay knows, it was) I leave it up to your imagination if Superball will enjoy the things she has planned. Because part of her is scheming ways of trapping him in a room with her until she can get a solid answer out of him, and part of her is scheming ways of trapping him in a room and then letting the imps loose. -Terry ----- "so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today" TF2: Spy
As I said earlier, when I first saw this - excellent work, and I think you got Superball down fantastically. Oh, poor Decay. =P
-- Acyl
I have to echo Acyl -- excellent, and poor Decay.
I have to say, though, based on this and and her previous efforts, that she doesn't exactly have the best romantic judgment... -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. Quote:Because part of her is scheming ways of trapping him in a room with her until she can get a solid answer out of him, and part of her is scheming ways of trapping him in a room and then letting the imps loose. Imp Season! Superball Season! IMP SEASON. SUPERBALL SEASON. poor Decay.. poor Superball! "No can brain today. Want cheezeburger." From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
... y'know?
This is hilarious, it really is. And I feel terrible for poor Decay. But I can't help but think... I'd _love_ to see this from Superball's perspective.  --sofaspud --"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs Quote: Sofaspud wrote:I've already written a response chapter from Superball's PoV, and shot it to Sweno for feedback/green light/augh no burn it with fire burn it with fire. -- Acyl
i laught so hard i think i ruptered something..... so whos next on Decays list?
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