Page Hstrgjujumfrtzam, the Intergalactic Destroyer of Fun and Games. Say there's an unacceptable amount of fun and games in my general area, berate him for shirking his duties. Tell him to get that planet-sized ass of his here, pronto.
[2] You page him and get a response, and he does NOT sound happy. Not only is he not happy, he also says that you have no right to tell an all powerfull intergalactic being what to do and what not to do. He also says that he is coming for YOU once he finishes his turn on the Gorblah go round.
Venator stops for a moment, a pale blue mist surrounds her. She open her eyes and shouts "Persona!" a towering mechanical being form above her.
Swing my arm which Freya shall copy, reducing the cage to pieces
(Do I have my sword or did they take that?)
[3] Your sword appears in your hand for a split second as you smash down on the bars freeing you, but all the gaurds in the surrounding area begin scuttling around yelling "OMEGA, REPORT TO ARENA,OMEGA REPORT TO ARENA"
Hey, what're you standing around here for? We gotta find a way out of this mess!
Do the whirlwind thing where you run around someone and siphon all the air out from around him.
[6+1=7] You quickly fly around and syphon all the air from the gaurd,leaving him screaming a sharp robotic scream as nuts,bolts and his vital fluids spewing everywere. The gaurds run around hysterically attempting to calculate the possibility of subduing the omega teamers.
Hiiiiiiiide.
[1]You decide to shift to another crack in the floor as a hysterical guard trips up on you as you seep into the crack, he swiftly grabs you and walks into the corridor...Dumping you to the center of the arena as it is starting to ascend. You hear sizzling...
OOC: We shall wait for Draignean because you guys are going into battle soon and it would be unfair to leave him out before the first thing.
((Speak of the devil, the devil appears.))
Huh. That was a talking bird. Morgan could count the number of times he'd been THAT hungover on one hand.
Well, counting this instance would have necessitated a second hand, but that was beside the point.
Don't bother slitting the guards throat, just go for the keys again while he's theoretically occupied with the talking bird. The open the door into the guard. HARD.
Pretend it was an accident if it doesn't work out so well.
[6] Recounting the time you snatched the rum from ol' Flat beard's cold dead hands,you quickly snatch the key and slam the door into the heavily injured guard. You open your cell and flamboyantly pop out of your cell delivering a kick to the head of an unsuspecting Guard as he calculates the possibility of the bathrooms being properly stocked with toilet paper, his head flies directly into the solid wall "WWWWWWWHYYYYYYYYYY....
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Grab crowbar, and thank butler. Attempt escape/ meet up with the other Omega-teamers.
[5] Before you can grab the crowbar he runs over to the bars and quickly makes a you-sized space. You jump to the other side, as you look around you catch a glance of the other "Omega Teamers" What a motley crew!!
General Roll
[2] 5 Gaurds pour into your corridor, a quick glance around reveals that there is a total of 8 gaurds in your corridor they are all holding [6!!] Plasma Carbines "LINE!!! PREPARE FOR COMBAT,PREEEPAAAAARRRRREEEEE" (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvRqJas-JFY) OOC:What do you guys think of this so far?
Is it okay to apply for the wait list?
If so:
Name: Jack Voss
Race/Species: Human. Humans are bipedal organisms that live for roughly a century. The majority of their body is near-hairless, with exceptions for the head, axilla, and... other regions. Humans have two arms, two legs, two eyes, two auditory receptors, two closely spaced olfactory receptors, but, oddly, only a single mouth. They are mostly symmetric around a central line drawn vertically to bisect the nose (which houses the olfactory receptors). They come in a variety of hues excluding blue and green, are highly adaptive, and are known for their chaotic personalities and daredevil nature.
Specialization:Using small bladed weapons (If that is not the kind of thing you had in mind: Running)
Appearance: 5'10, average human width, White/Caucasian/Pale, Male, short center-parted black hair, no facial hair (including eyebrows), hazel eyes. Appears to be in his Mid-Twenties. Normally wears a gray trench coat and black suit pants, impractical black shoes and black leather gloves.
Waitlisted!