Peregrine Island:
The Harlequin Fencer giggled as she twirled her energy rapier in her hands. "I do love this time of year. We can go anywhere and people don't run
like usual because everybody dresses like us! It's a free ticket to cause mayhem!"
The hulking giant of a Steel Strongman standing next to her rubbed his hands in expectation, "More souls for our Mistress, more fun for us."
The last of the trio, a second Fencer, stood leaning against a wall in the alleyway. Her arms were crossed over her cosseted chest. "Have you two ever
considered the opposite side of this time of year?"
The first Fencer paused and looked at her. "What do you mean sister?"
The other woman shrugged slightly. "You say that you're more free because people masquerade this time of year. Well, what if someone managed to
masquerade as another of our group and infiltrate us?"
"That's impossible!" She laughed. "Our masks cannot be duplicated by any artisan outside of our own."
"Perhaps not exactly, but a close enough facsimile can be created to them."
The Fencer pointed her rapier at the other Harlequin. "We would know the difference. It's impossible to imitate one of our number."
The harlequin shook her head and stood up straight. "Unfortunately, I don't think you're quite right on that account." She grinned as her
eyes and fists started glowing pink with energy.
Striga Isle:
"Have you ever thought about going trick or treating?"
The Penumbra Marksman looked at the Galaxy as if he'd grown a third eye. "What?"
"You know, go knock on a door and when it's answered say trick or treat and..."
"I know what you mean! But why would I do something stupid like that? Nobody will answer a door if we 'politely' knock on it. We always have to
blow it in to get inside."
The Galaxy shook his head. "Not this time of year. It's Halloween. Everybody is in costume. They'll probably think you're just another hero
dressed up and give you candy."
The Marksman eyed him suspiciously. "Are you trying to make me look like a fool?"
"No, I'm not. Just trying to pass the time. Nothing is happening and this standing guard is getting boring." The Galaxy sighed and shook his
head. "Fine. How about if I, pardon the pun, sweeten the deal for you?
"Sweeten how?"
The Galaxy pulled a C-note out of his pocket. "If you go knock on that door over there and say trick or treat, I'll pay you a hundred dollars."
The Penumbra raised an eyebrow, now interested. "Seriuosly, that's all I have to do?"
"Yep, that's it."
He grinned and walked over to the warehouse door. He'd had to do an inspection on the warehouse earlier today and knew that nobody was inside. This would
be easy money. Reaching up, he rapped on the door once. It blew open and out came a roaring werewolf and a furious sorceress in red, both focused on beating
the life out of the poor Marksman. The Galaxy chuckled and watched on as his eyes began glowing pink.
The Hallows:
A group of about a dozen Trolls stood in the caves criss-crossing the area below the hollows. They mulled about waiting for something interesting to happen.
On the edge of the group, a Trollkin Gunner stood beside a Gardvord looking on. The Gunner nudged the Gardvord in the arm and pointed at an Ogre in the middle
of the group. "He say you fat and slow. He say you bad Troll." It took a few moments to register, but the now enraged Troll roared and beat his
chest, then took off and tackled the Ogre. The two began fighting and all Trolls know better than to stay out of a brawl, so the whole group jumped in and
began throwing kicks and punches at whatever they could reach.
After a few minutes, the only one left standing was the Ogre that had been initially attacked, with a pile of unconscious Trolls all around him. It took a
second, but it finally dawned on him what happened. "Uh Oh. Atta not like this at all." He didn't even notice the original Gunner coming up
behind him and hitting him over the head with fists glowing with energy.
The gunner looked at the pile of Trolls and grinned. "You guys make this way too easy." Chuckling, the Troll moved on down the tunnels to find
another group of victims.
Riot Force 6.1 Superbase:
The entry portal flashed as Quicksilver Nano came in, her arms filled with salvage. Nene and Ifrit sat on a couch nearby and watched as the tiny nanocolony
somehow managed to make her way towards the vault and salvage racks to unload her goodies. The defender raised an eyebrow at the scene. "Well,
you've been a busy little bee, haven't you Silver?"
She grinned. "I've been having fun today! I never though that Halloween could be this entertaining." She finally turned the corner and stored
her prizes where they belonged and came back to the couple.
"Did you get all that Trick or Treating?" Ifrit inquired.
Silver shook her head. "Naah, I tried it and they kept giving me candy. I don't have any use for stuff like that, I ended up giving it to some kid
on the street. I figured since everybody is dressing up and going around in disguise, I would give it a try too." As they looked on, her body began
shifting and loosing shape. It grew in height and eventually formed into a perfect replica of a Hellion. Even her voice sounded masculine now. "Well,
I'm off to Perez. I'll see you two later!" She skipped on down the hall into the teleporter room, her giggling sounding rather creepy in the
man's voice.
~~~~~~~
Author's Note:
Between the fact that Quicksilver is a shapeshifter, and the new costumes that she's been able to get by doing the trick or treating, this outcome seems
like something she'd do just to pass the time. A bored Quicksilver is a dangerous individual indeed...
The Harlequin Fencer giggled as she twirled her energy rapier in her hands. "I do love this time of year. We can go anywhere and people don't run
like usual because everybody dresses like us! It's a free ticket to cause mayhem!"
The hulking giant of a Steel Strongman standing next to her rubbed his hands in expectation, "More souls for our Mistress, more fun for us."
The last of the trio, a second Fencer, stood leaning against a wall in the alleyway. Her arms were crossed over her cosseted chest. "Have you two ever
considered the opposite side of this time of year?"
The first Fencer paused and looked at her. "What do you mean sister?"
The other woman shrugged slightly. "You say that you're more free because people masquerade this time of year. Well, what if someone managed to
masquerade as another of our group and infiltrate us?"
"That's impossible!" She laughed. "Our masks cannot be duplicated by any artisan outside of our own."
"Perhaps not exactly, but a close enough facsimile can be created to them."
The Fencer pointed her rapier at the other Harlequin. "We would know the difference. It's impossible to imitate one of our number."
The harlequin shook her head and stood up straight. "Unfortunately, I don't think you're quite right on that account." She grinned as her
eyes and fists started glowing pink with energy.
Striga Isle:
"Have you ever thought about going trick or treating?"
The Penumbra Marksman looked at the Galaxy as if he'd grown a third eye. "What?"
"You know, go knock on a door and when it's answered say trick or treat and..."
"I know what you mean! But why would I do something stupid like that? Nobody will answer a door if we 'politely' knock on it. We always have to
blow it in to get inside."
The Galaxy shook his head. "Not this time of year. It's Halloween. Everybody is in costume. They'll probably think you're just another hero
dressed up and give you candy."
The Marksman eyed him suspiciously. "Are you trying to make me look like a fool?"
"No, I'm not. Just trying to pass the time. Nothing is happening and this standing guard is getting boring." The Galaxy sighed and shook his
head. "Fine. How about if I, pardon the pun, sweeten the deal for you?
"Sweeten how?"
The Galaxy pulled a C-note out of his pocket. "If you go knock on that door over there and say trick or treat, I'll pay you a hundred dollars."
The Penumbra raised an eyebrow, now interested. "Seriuosly, that's all I have to do?"
"Yep, that's it."
He grinned and walked over to the warehouse door. He'd had to do an inspection on the warehouse earlier today and knew that nobody was inside. This would
be easy money. Reaching up, he rapped on the door once. It blew open and out came a roaring werewolf and a furious sorceress in red, both focused on beating
the life out of the poor Marksman. The Galaxy chuckled and watched on as his eyes began glowing pink.
The Hallows:
A group of about a dozen Trolls stood in the caves criss-crossing the area below the hollows. They mulled about waiting for something interesting to happen.
On the edge of the group, a Trollkin Gunner stood beside a Gardvord looking on. The Gunner nudged the Gardvord in the arm and pointed at an Ogre in the middle
of the group. "He say you fat and slow. He say you bad Troll." It took a few moments to register, but the now enraged Troll roared and beat his
chest, then took off and tackled the Ogre. The two began fighting and all Trolls know better than to stay out of a brawl, so the whole group jumped in and
began throwing kicks and punches at whatever they could reach.
After a few minutes, the only one left standing was the Ogre that had been initially attacked, with a pile of unconscious Trolls all around him. It took a
second, but it finally dawned on him what happened. "Uh Oh. Atta not like this at all." He didn't even notice the original Gunner coming up
behind him and hitting him over the head with fists glowing with energy.
The gunner looked at the pile of Trolls and grinned. "You guys make this way too easy." Chuckling, the Troll moved on down the tunnels to find
another group of victims.
Riot Force 6.1 Superbase:
The entry portal flashed as Quicksilver Nano came in, her arms filled with salvage. Nene and Ifrit sat on a couch nearby and watched as the tiny nanocolony
somehow managed to make her way towards the vault and salvage racks to unload her goodies. The defender raised an eyebrow at the scene. "Well,
you've been a busy little bee, haven't you Silver?"
She grinned. "I've been having fun today! I never though that Halloween could be this entertaining." She finally turned the corner and stored
her prizes where they belonged and came back to the couple.
"Did you get all that Trick or Treating?" Ifrit inquired.
Silver shook her head. "Naah, I tried it and they kept giving me candy. I don't have any use for stuff like that, I ended up giving it to some kid
on the street. I figured since everybody is dressing up and going around in disguise, I would give it a try too." As they looked on, her body began
shifting and loosing shape. It grew in height and eventually formed into a perfect replica of a Hellion. Even her voice sounded masculine now. "Well,
I'm off to Perez. I'll see you two later!" She skipped on down the hall into the teleporter room, her giggling sounding rather creepy in the
man's voice.
~~~~~~~
Author's Note:
Between the fact that Quicksilver is a shapeshifter, and the new costumes that she's been able to get by doing the trick or treating, this outcome seems
like something she'd do just to pass the time. A bored Quicksilver is a dangerous individual indeed...