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Tales of The Legendary: Snippets of The Legendary
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it's not just you, it does it to me and spud and hex and bob on occasion as well.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger." From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies 
That it does.
-- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. 
"So who is this rising star in our Rogue Isles division, Hopkins?" the Countess asked, leaning back in her office chair.
Her bodyguard and second in command replied evenly. "He apparently spent some time operating as a member of the Cage Corporation, but saw our company as an opportunity to move on to bigger things. Since then, he's clamped down on a number of security breaches in our Nerva branch, and seems to have an inside line on....freelancers to use for deniable operations." "Interesting...I should like to meet this ambitious young man..." the Countess noted. Hopkins nodded. "I can arrange it by the end of the day, Countess." "Do so." *** The Countess looked up as the enormous frame of Hopkins entered her office at the assigned time, temporarily blocking her view of the man he was bringing in. Once he stepped out of the way, however, the Countess was struck by how....plain...the man looked. Black hair, slicked back in a way that was simple and out of the way. A professional business suit. Impeccable but unremarkable fashion sense. The only thing unusual about him were his eyes, steel gray and piercing, like a predator's. The Countess smiled. He'd make an interesting addition to the board of directors. "Good afternoon. I've heard a lot about you Mr..." "Mason, ma'am," the man said, smiling tightly as he extended his hand, which she shook perfunctorily. "Brian J. Mason." --- "Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay waste." 
"Attention: Security breach. Security breach. Area G5."
"Watch it! She's got a gun!" "You don't say." "Requesting backup: Area G5! G6!" *indistinct* "Halt. Drop the Weapons! We have you surrounded!" "Come and get me, Big Boy." "Man Down!" "Medic" "Deadly Force Authorized" "We Need Rein-" "Clear. Target Eliminated." "What a waste." 
Nene was in her computer room, engaging in a little harmless Crey-baiting on the internet, when a timid knock sounded on her door. She glanced at it,
shrugged, and called out, "It's open!" For a long moment there was silence. Then the handle turned and the door opened a crack. "Aunt Nene? Are you, um, busy?" Sammy peeked through hesitantly. "Nope. C'mon in!" As she spoke Nene reached out and relocated her drink from next to her keyboard to a small rolling cabinet which she then moved a couple feet away from the electronics. Sammy was better about things these days, but it never hurt to be careful after all... Sammy entered, shutting the door behind her. She approached and sat on the floor next to Nene's chair, drawing her knees up to her chest and hugging them. Her shoulder leaned against Nene's leg, and she seemed content with that for now. Nene's fingers flickered across the keyboard, putting her playtime on hold; something told her that whatever Sammy wanted, she needed to pay it her full attention. She let one hand rest on the catgirl's shoulder. "What's the matter, Sammy?" Sammy tucked her chin further into her knees. From what Nene could see, her eyes were either closed or focused on the space under Nene's desk, she wasn't sure. "Nothin's the matter, really." Sammy shrugged. She turned her head to look up at Nene, frowned, and asked, "Aunt Nene? When did you know you liked Aunt Ifrit?" Oh boy, Nene thought, it's THAT sort of talk. Aloud, she let out a little laugh. "It was a while ago. One day I just realized that she'd gone from 'best friend' to 'romantic interest', and wondered when the hell THAT had happened." Sammy nodded. "Yeah... that makes sense." She returned her head to her knees, but not before Nene caught a puzzled frown on her lightly-furred face. Nene nudged her gently. "Hey, c'mon, can't hold out on your Aunt Nene..." Sammy rocked a little. "Well... I... I think I like someone. I mean, you know... LIKE someone." Nene waited. Sammy looked at her and finally giggled, softly. "Ar-- I mean, this person's really cute, and strong, and is really good with the bow, it was AMAZING, and I didn't realize at first and then I DID and then I didn't know what to SAY, and then they left and Aunt Nene I don't know what to do!" Nene blinked. "They?" she prompted. A nagging suspicion was starting to form. Sammy nodded miserably. "Yeah, I think Ar-- I mean, I think this person already has a girlfriend. What do I do, Aunt Nene?" The bow. A girlfriend. Nene schooled her features as best she could and made a show of pondering the problem. "Well..." she said finally, and cleared her throat. "Well, if you're sure you like... this person, you need to be honest with them about it. Talk to them. Take it easy at first. See how they feel about you, you know?" Nene shrugged amusedly. "Who knows, maybe their girlfriend will like you too." "AUNT NENE!" Sammy looked scandalized. "What? Something wrong with liking girls?" Nene mock-glared at Sammy, who giggled. "No, nothing at all!" Sammy calmed down a bit. "Thanks, Aunt Nene." She stood and brushed off her customary miniskirt and leggings. "I'm... I'm going to go look for, um, I'm going to go look right now!" "Good hunting!" Nene called out as Sammy whirled out the door. After she heard the outer door open and close again, she sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes. After a few moments they opened again and she picked up her cell phone, dialing a number with practiced speed. "Ifrit, hon? Have you had the talk with Sammy yet? Yes, THAT talk. Uh huh. Well, we may want to do something about that..." --sofaspud --"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
Alice leaned against the trunk of a tree in Perez Park. She'd managed to find a quiet grove for a change, and intended enjoy the peace and quiet of the
woods. That is, until she heard the brush rustle behind her. She jumped, bow already in hand and arrow aimed at the source of the sound. It was a man, slightly taller than her, wearing a dark trenchcoat and a duster on his head. He had his hands held up showing they were empty. "Don't shoot! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Alice lowered her bow slightly, but kept it prepared just in case. "Who are you?" He stepped to the side and into the clearing, keeping an even distance from the woman with the pointy stick. "My name's Derrick." Alice eyed him closer taking in the clothing. He looked like any other guy that had come from a farm or ranch out west into Paragon. A light brush of his mind revealed no ill or dark thoughts, only curiosity and a slight bit of... excitement? "I've been hoping to get a chance to meet you, Alice is it?" "How do you know me?" The catgirl's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He chuckled and grinned at her. "I don't know you, but I know of you through a mutual friend." His gaze shifted over to the cat on her shoulder. "You always did have a hard time seeing through my Glamour, didn't you kitten?" Neko tilted her head slightly to the side, more curious than anything else. "Pardon me?" He shook his head as a wave of magic flowed over his body, familiar to both standing in front of him. It was identical to magic they used being catgirls. In a moment someone completely different stood there. His now white hair was longer, and had black tips at the ends. There was also a pair of dark colored cat ears on the top of his head. Dark gray fur covered his topless body. Gray slitted eyes dancing with humor were accented by the light spots on his face. He wore tight black jeans with a pattern in white down the sides, and his tail twitched with amusement at the reaction from the two women. Alice stood stunned looking at the catman, her jaw dropping slightly. Neko however yowled in delight and made a long jump from her usual shoulder perch into the waiting arms of the man. Half mewling and half purring her words, "Derrick! It's really you! It's been so long and I lost track of you and wasn't sure I'd ever see you again." Derrick scratched her ears and she just about melted in his arms. "You know I'm one of the best trackers you ever trained, I could find you even if you were trying to hide." He hugged her gently. "But it is really good to see you again Neko." If Alice listened closely, she would hear that Neko wasn't the only one purring. "But... how? How do you two know each other?" Derrick chuckled as he handed the feline back to her. "Neko was so great when she was going through advisory school that they decided to throw her from the pan right into the fire and made me her first case. Poor kitten, I really felt pity for her." "You did not!" Neko said from Alice's shoulder. "You made my life as hard as it could be, especially with that darned disappearing ability of yours! I couldn't even get you to hold still long enough to nail your tail down so I could talk to you." Derrick grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, I was pretty flighty back then." He shrugged, "Things are different now though. I found out you were in this area and came to see what my old teacher was up to, and her new protoge." Alice got herself back together enough to offer her hand in a formal handshake. "Well then, welcome to Paragon City. Around these parts I'm known as Purrfect Archer." Derrick grinned and shook her hand in return. "Thank you my lady; and you may call me by my heroic name, Purrfect Arrow."
*blinks*
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger." From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
heh, maybe I should have put a note in the story itself, but that meeting happens way back when before he met Sammy or anybody else, before he even was a part
of Riot Force 6.1. So having it show up after Spuds tidbit can be confusing. 
Puns about 'notching arrows' scream out 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
*stifles line about a "bow-string bikini".....*
-- Sucrose Octanitrate. Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
"I like big bots and I cannot lie, you other folks can't deny...when a mech walks in with an armored carapace, and all those weapons in your face, you get sprun-"
"Hey, Lieutenant?" Leon asked, leaning into HE-AT's office as she abruptly shut off the music playing near her desk. "...something the matter, boss?" "Startled statement: Nothing. Nothing's wrong at all. Query: Did you need something, Detective?" "Just checking if those files were in for the Sabre investigation." "Apologetic statement: Not yet, Detective. The clerical staff at HQ is being notably stubborn for some reason." "Oh, okay then. I'll get back out on patrol then," Leon said, giving HE-AT an odd look as if he suspected that there was something up but couldn't quite put his finger on it. As Leon exited the base, HE-AT settled back into her chair, turning on the music again. "...get sprung. You think you squishy's armor's tough? Well, unlike you, a bot ain't stuffed. Unlike in all that armor you're wearin', a bot's all metal and I can't stop starin-" "Lieutenant?" HE-AT's machine level of control was all that kept her from practically leaping out of her chair as she shut the music off again, hoping it'd been a low enough volume to not be noticed, as her own hearing was generally a few degrees better than the average officer. "Startled interrogative: Yes, Detective Wong?" she asked the slightly more sophisticated(and in HE-AT's appreciation, somewhat more intelligent) member of her current star duo. Getting his transfer here had been a breakthrough in several ongoing investigations of a less...combat oriented nature. The man smiled behind his glasses at her. "I was just wondering if you knew where Leon was. Usually he's with MACH and I can use MACH's tracking beacon, but our medic's apparently helping out Synapse in Skyway with something." "Statement: Detective McNichol was here just a few seconds ago, and went out on patrol. I suspect he's likely in Faultline at the moment." "Alright, thanks, ma'am," Daley said, nodding respectfully. As he headed out, HE-AT relaxed back into her chair, before he stopped in the doorway. "...also, ma'am?" "Query: Yes, detective?" "I don't think MACH nor Chernobyl carry that many internal weapons," he noted as he stepped out, HE-AT's fine tuned precision engineering preventing her from falling out of her chair. *** Author's Note: This mainly sprang into being when someone noticed both Chernobyl and MACH are 8 feet high, and given the number of fellow machines joining the PSI division.... --- "Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay waste."
That track HE-AT's listening to, it wouldn't be by Sir Fix-A-Lot, now, would it?
-- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. 
Outside of hyper heuristic mode it takes me 3.73 seconds to recover gyroscopic stability and finish or abort the various extrapolations of the potential
consequences of having been overheard. During that time Detective Wong begins to withdraw from my office. I watch him leave and compute that the likely-hood that he will not speak of this incident is 76.1 percent . I also compute that the likely-hood he will make occasional allusion to this incident to be at 94.2 percent. I briefly ponder attempting to extrapolate the parameters of a Poisson process to model the time between such allusions but conclude there are too many external variables for sufficient accuracy. I adjust the volume of the stereo to as close to the low edge of my audio transceivers as possible given the limits of the potentiometer attached to the volume knob, and make a quick note to have a direct audio jack installed during my next major overhaul. ** Author's Note: The fact that HE-AT has been hiring other robot and androids for PSI is a complete coincidence, really. Expression of Innocence: this unit does not understand the question. -- "Mainly just for fun, you know, cruisin' down the street in my battlemech. Chicks dig guys in Mechs." -- Tony, www.reallifecomics.com
While the faint scent of smoke was what first alerted her, the furious screaming was what snapped her out of her pleasant early-morning fog. Coffee flying
unnoticed, Lora'Lai shifted into Nova form on the run, streaking through the Legendary base at breakneck speed. The screaming led her into one of the 'New Construction' areas, and as she whipped through the long hallway that seperated them from the 'Old Base', Lora'Lai narrowly avoided losing a tentacle to... A piece of wrecked robot, thrown out of one of the rooms hard enough to embed itself in the wall, smoking and dripping sparks. Ducking back around the corner, Lora'Lai peeked into the room in question, just in time to see Mag headbutt a large roundish piece of robot into the wall. Ice and sparks flew, and the squeal of overstressed alloy was louder than the howls of rage still emanating from the armored form. Mag caught the piece as it fell, and ripped it in half, throwing one half into the corner of the room and chucking the other towards the doorway. Lora'Lai turned to watch it neatly embed next to the earlier piece, and turned back to see Mag stomping across the floor towards her. Lora'Lai flicked into Dwarf form in case of murderous intent, but Mag hardly seemed to see her, and stomped by, down the hallway. As he reached the Old Base, he shot back over his shoulder. "We're gonna need a new base editing 'bot. This time, let's buy one that doesn't suck. Good Night!" and stomped off towards the teleporter. "No can brain today. Want cheezeburger." From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
((Oooh, something botched during an edit, I take it?))
-- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
((Oooh, something botched during an edit, I take it?))
-- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
the base editor is the single most frustrating thing I have ever dealt with in CoH - I'd rather do a PuG STF with 7 people who have yet to make a
successful determination as to which is their asshole and which is their elbow. The results are SOOOO nice, though 8 / "No can brain today. Want cheezeburger." From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
((Back when I was in a group where I was in charge of looking after the base, I found you could easily spend hours on it and end up with nothing really
done.... but with a little imagination... some pretty amazing stuff can be produced. Like Giant Robots. Or a trip to the Land of Oz - as in the Wizard there of.... the possibilities are endless, as the quote goes. Shader))
*jaw hits floor at Warp 10*
OH MY GOD. No offense to our esteemed base designers (including the new 'experimental' ones), but, damn. We have been out-classed. I am in awe. --sofaspud --"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
I'm going to have to look at them as soon as I get home tonight. The censorware here blocks the COH domain.
-- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
Gah. I knew there was a thread somewhere with links I wanted to follow, but I couldn't remember which one. And I'm at work again when I find it...
grrr. -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
"The most advanced global positioning system known to man, providing real time tracking of all objectives and trouble zones, capable of creating maps on
the fly for buildings, enemy bases, and such... and it doesn't help me figure out where I am in the base I actually *belong* in," Alexis grumbled. She'd heard that there was some new construction being done, but... this wasn't quite what she'd expected. "Onee-ni-chan?" asked Mirami from her perch on the other girl's back. "Yeah?" "Who puts in a pool but doesn't fill it with anything?" Alexis blinked and turned to look. There was indeed, an empty swimming pool that didn't appear to be serving any particular purpose. But then, she'd also run into a long hall going absolutely nowhere in this part of the base, so lack of purpose seemed par for the course. "You know, I've heard there's a tradition for unused pools..." Mirami whispered into Alexis' ear. "No." "But..." "No." Several hours, a creative application of dimension conduit technology, and an industrial-size bottle of Sorberry Coagulant Powder later... Mirami swirled a finger through the viscuous liquid filling the pool, then tasted it. "I still don't know what a Sorberry is, but it's pretty good..." Alexis shrugged. "Can we go now? "... You know, I've heard there's a tradition for pools full of this stuff..." "... I'm still not an exhibitionist." Well, it does look empty. If the base editor doesn't let you fill things with water, it ought to... Also, if you know what Sorberry Coagulant Powder refers to, Quote:If the base editor doesn't let you fill things with water, it ought to...We do have that little pond kind of thing in the dojo... how was that done? -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. |
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