Despite the plan that Perdu would return to base to locate the missing persons, he decided against it, using his knack of turning invisible to choose his own path so Collin wouldn't get upset with him. He never was the type to want more help than he needed, especially from Oliver, but after all that had happened today, well, Oliver wasn't about to let his usefulness atrophy any more today than it already had. Besides, Orren was more than capable of flicking a few switches on a motherboard even in his current condition. Oliver's best bet was to stick on site with Collin and Simon. There was the constant knackering thought in his brain that made him feel like all of this could have been prevented if he had only been there.
Collin's tracking abilities had definitely kicked in once they headed off on the trail to find the two lost heroes. Far better than Oliver could have done, he had to admit. For the longest time, Oliver thought they were completely lost. He was certain they had trekked through the same intersection twice by now and Oliver even materialized officially with the two of them and had half a mind to try giving Collin directions. but Collin kept leading on till eventually the trail turned cold in front of a supermarket 'North Pole Goods'. Oliver couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sight of it. "How cliche of him.' he thought, 'seriously, can't we ever fight a villain with their cheesy-meter disabled?" Oliver immediately started to burn through potential routes of infiltration in his head when Simon suggested back up. After a moment, Oliver concluded that he was right. Mr. Cold Miser had already proven to best two of them. They'd need a lot more force to do this properly. Oliver was just about to nod his agreement when Collin started his mad dash to a ventilation shaft. Oliver couldn't help but throw his arms up in the air in flailment. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" He wanted to shout out after him, "If anything *I* should be doing recon!" Instead, Perdu merely let out a heavy sigh, turning to Simon. Oliver flashed a quick '3' '0' to re-state Collin's words before vanishing into thin air.
Perdu couldn't let Collin head in there all alone. That was suicide. The first rule of hero work was to always work in pairs. LITERALLY. Not a single one did anything solo. There were safeties in numbers. Orren was going to have a cow when he found out. There was no other choice than for Perdu to go in after him, and as much as Oliver just 'loved' close tight spaces, he wasn't about to jump right in a ventilation shaft with Collin, especially with the subtle smell of processed ham fuming from it. Instead, he rounded the corner and quietly slipped into a maintenance door on the side of the building hoping that nobody was directly inside. It paid off. He was inside a small corridor that ran along side Collin's vent. Oliver smirked to himself imagining what a fun time he must be having up there while he himself strolled silently down the hall. He even gave a minion a curt nod which of course was unseen and un-returned. The hallway opened up into a large warehouse of sorts. A meat processing plant for the supermarket it would seem. Perdu had to clasp his hands over his mouth to keep from regurgitating at the putrid smell of raw frozen mean hanging along the walls. Collin mush have been having a whale of a time himself, having heard his wailing shriek.
Oliver was able to walk about freely in the room, able to pick up right off the bat exactly who was in charge. "Oh you can't be serious..." Oliver groaned quietly to himself as Frostbite snapped at a port panicked assistant. "Typical, of all the possible super villains in the world, they had to get outsmarted by the one with a Hollywood complex." Perdu started pacing around the room looking for where Per and Dylan could be detained, spotting a freezer in the center of the back wall with a door frozen 14 times over. That had to be it. Oliver was just about to type out a com message when a crashing Collin fell through the ceiling right in front of Mr. Hollywood. Oliver's heart raced with panic. What could he do? Would Frostbite kill him instantly? No, no, he was too theatrical for that, that and he was collecting them from what Oliver was able to gather. Still, there had to be something he could do! Alas, Perdu could only stand there helpless as Frostbite added Collin to the rafters like a trophy. Oliver's temper was waning fast and was seriously two seconds away from doing something insanely stupid and rash throwing caution to the wind. Instead, Frostbites' skittish assistant came barreling around the corner with his mop and drink and collided right with the invisible Perdu. The fall happening in slow motion as the two came tumbling down. Frostbites' glass of water arcing perfectly in the air before shattering on the frozen solid ground, freezing instantly among the ice. Oliver's invisibility failed from the lack of concentration, his visible form flickering into existence under the fat fuck.
"Oh I'm so very terribly sorry sir! Really I am!" The dazed minion attempted to apologize.
Oliver merely rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day.
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Oh boy, catch up time. btw I thought Oliver was heading back to base, at least that was the "plan". Ah well, it can easily be changed. Ill have a post up soon-ish.
Likewise, been a while since I've found anything to scratch the Steampunk itch.
At least someone was able to make sense of Olivers' rambling motions. Oliver threw his hands up in the air for a silent shout of hallelujah. Oliver was determined to earn at least somewhat of a small victory in the midst of such a disastrous event. He was glad of that. He was always able to count on Simon to keep a level head about him. One of the reasons Oliver appreciated his company on these sort of assignments.
Though, it really did get him thinking. They were smarter than this! They were far more organized than this. How does an unheard-of villian show up out of the blue, create a boggling snowstorm, the cause of which Oliver was still stumped by, and waltz off with arguably 2 of the stronger units of their team? It just didn't make any sense. He had to have some insider info on them all. It was the only way this joker, no offense to Pierrot, could have set a trap so precisely. And to top it all off, Oliver hadn't even gotten a chance to get a glimpse of this new foe! That was *his* gig, not getting seen, this was just unfair.
Collin's plan seemed like a simple but effective one. A small shiver due to the cold trickled down his back whilst listening to it before glancing over to Orren for the all go. It would seem he had done a miraculous job of patching up his wounds, as always. Of course his blood stained garments made him look far worse than he was. But what would you expect from a blood-phage? Once agreeing in on the plan, Oliver gave an accepting nod. Someone had to take the wounded back home but he gave an "I'm watching you" motion from his eyes to Collin signifying that he'd help out by keeping an eye on the two of from the device locators in the headquarters. Wouldn't want them to go missing as well after all. It only made sense, thinking about it from the foe's point of view. Hero-napping two supers, surely he'd expect the others to figure out a plan to retrieve them giving him yet another opportunity to set a trap. Honestly, he wished he could be out on the field with them. He'd already let the team down by being absent before, he didn't want to let it happen again...
Though, it really did get him thinking. They were smarter than this! They were far more organized than this. How does an unheard-of villian show up out of the blue, create a boggling snowstorm, the cause of which Oliver was still stumped by, and waltz off with arguably 2 of the stronger units of their team? It just didn't make any sense. He had to have some insider info on them all. It was the only way this joker, no offense to Pierrot, could have set a trap so precisely. And to top it all off, Oliver hadn't even gotten a chance to get a glimpse of this new foe! That was *his* gig, not getting seen, this was just unfair.
Collin's plan seemed like a simple but effective one. A small shiver due to the cold trickled down his back whilst listening to it before glancing over to Orren for the all go. It would seem he had done a miraculous job of patching up his wounds, as always. Of course his blood stained garments made him look far worse than he was. But what would you expect from a blood-phage? Once agreeing in on the plan, Oliver gave an accepting nod. Someone had to take the wounded back home but he gave an "I'm watching you" motion from his eyes to Collin signifying that he'd help out by keeping an eye on the two of from the device locators in the headquarters. Wouldn't want them to go missing as well after all. It only made sense, thinking about it from the foe's point of view. Hero-napping two supers, surely he'd expect the others to figure out a plan to retrieve them giving him yet another opportunity to set a trap. Honestly, he wished he could be out on the field with them. He'd already let the team down by being absent before, he didn't want to let it happen again...
Soo... um... yea... Eager little me. I have my CS ready. I suppose I'll post it up here for consideration then possibly move it to the OOC of the RP thread once it's created.
Name: Miklós Puskás
Age: 26
Occupation: First Mate
Weapon of choice: A pair of double barrel flint lock pistols
Orientation/Relationship Status: Straight/Once engaged, believes his lover to be dead. Currently Single.
Audition: (was kinda hoping my Biography could cover this. It pretty much explains it. If more is required I'd have no problem making one if you're looking for for a "RP sample")
Name: Miklós Puskás
Age: 26
Occupation: First Mate
Weapon of choice: A pair of double barrel flint lock pistols
Orientation/Relationship Status: Straight/Once engaged, believes his lover to be dead. Currently Single.
Audition: (was kinda hoping my Biography could cover this. It pretty much explains it. If more is required I'd have no problem making one if you're looking for for a "RP sample")
Been a long time since I scratched the ol Doctor Who itch. I'll shoot you a PM and see if we can work something out.
Wow.. this looks... YES.. so much yes in this. I do love me a good airship RP. Tossing in my interest and I'll start brainstorming my char. Was originally leaning towards Doctor but that's alright. I'm now torn between First Mate or a Trigger Happy Gunner. Didn't want to repeat any other spots.
^---- seems more likely XD
Either Orren has really raunchy parties, or he uses feminine care products.... For the smell of course.
It seemed like everyone these days had a simile for how they described life. A road, a journey, a box of chocolates, what have you. Oliver wasn't really the type to come up with one. But if he had to, it would without a doubt be a game of Charades. Even the most simplest of 'pass the salt' became a complex effort which would always get misinterpreted usually by Collin who Oliver felt rather enjoyed purposely twisting his translated actions into words. Oliver had tried everything short of investing in a robotic dog to speak for him. For a brief time, Oliver used a stack of sticky notes to communicate, taking them wherever he went and handing his words out like candy. Ironically enough, Oliver found that he had quite a lot to say most of the time and it didn't talk long for the hallways of their headquarters to be littered in a sea of various colored sticky notes. More recently, Oliver found that the best way to attract attention was to putz about like a fool for a while simply to get heads turning before even bothering to translate something. Sure it wasn't the most dignifying, but it worked!
His flailing ceased when Simon and Collin started to work their ways over, his face still held a slight strain of concern about it and Collins short temper with him at times wasn't helping. He swore that sometimes he just wanted to flip him upside the head and dunk his nose into the dirt... er... snow and force him to work the conundrum out on his own. Like showing a puppy not to piss the floor. But Oliver had better control than that and thankfully, Simon managed to pick up at least a small part of Olivers' intentions and proceeded to explain himself further. He reached out and tapped each of them on the chest and held up the number 2 on his fingers, switched over to point to Orren in the Ambulance and increased the number to 3. Then to himself and bumped the number up to 4. All this to essentially show he was talking about the group. Then he glanced back to the paths in the snow, held up two fingers, then turned invisible briefly to signify their disappearance. Surely even a monkey could understand all that! How could they not?
His flailing ceased when Simon and Collin started to work their ways over, his face still held a slight strain of concern about it and Collins short temper with him at times wasn't helping. He swore that sometimes he just wanted to flip him upside the head and dunk his nose into the dirt... er... snow and force him to work the conundrum out on his own. Like showing a puppy not to piss the floor. But Oliver had better control than that and thankfully, Simon managed to pick up at least a small part of Olivers' intentions and proceeded to explain himself further. He reached out and tapped each of them on the chest and held up the number 2 on his fingers, switched over to point to Orren in the Ambulance and increased the number to 3. Then to himself and bumped the number up to 4. All this to essentially show he was talking about the group. Then he glanced back to the paths in the snow, held up two fingers, then turned invisible briefly to signify their disappearance. Surely even a monkey could understand all that! How could they not?
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