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Post by Qwerty on Feb 1, 2011 2:00:42 GMT
Temporarily9: Keep looking, they're in there somewhere.
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 1, 2011 3:50:45 GMT
*after a while* What is this strange metal ball...? *whacks Morpheus-Ball hard*
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Post by Elmach on Feb 2, 2011 4:09:32 GMT
((OOC: John and Morpheus were half leaving, so you would see a large amount of dead droids and a metal sphere half out.)) John and Morpheus JH: Huh. Someone is whacking us. Morpheus, absorb the intruder. And get us out, fast. M: Doing so. Morpheus extends out a metal arm around ObG. The arm surrounds ObG, then joins back on itself. The arm begins the surround ObG in the top and bottom...
JH: And can you turn off that light? It's bugging me. M: Huh? I thought I alread.. Oops. Right.
ME: Finally. CV1: Hello, Marcus ME: Hello, CANR. Can you find Morpheus? And what happened to the droids? CV1: I think they are playing dead. I'm not sure, though.
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Post by Qwerty on Feb 2, 2011 4:25:16 GMT
Qwerty: Oh crap, a robot. Run, self! RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN THROUGH A TINY VENT!
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Post by Elmach on Feb 2, 2011 4:34:37 GMT
((OOC: Woah woah woah... Morpheus is no where near Qwerty... right? Or is it the other droids? I am not confused...))
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Post by Qwerty on Feb 2, 2011 5:28:39 GMT
No, I mean Draxor's droids. They're scanning the vents for Nonja Fighters.
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 8, 2011 0:24:03 GMT
"WHAT THE HECK?!" ObG then starts jumping reaalll hard and activating his thunder gloves on morpheus, then putting on his fire gloves and activating them.
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Post by Elmach on Feb 8, 2011 1:33:30 GMT
John: OW! Morpheus: Talk about it. Some idiot just short circuited whole fragments of me. Speaking of which, do you have some plastic or something? John: What the ████ is plastic? Morpheus: Obviously you don't. Let's see... John: OW! Morpheus: The ████? More fragments got burnt. So...... AH! Spit. John: ... *spits* Morpheus: Good... Now... Ah! Nitrogen... And carbon.... Good... Replicating... Oxygen... AH! Replicating plastic.... Good. Ah ████. Making small holes to fit plastic through...
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 9, 2011 0:00:48 GMT
I slip through one of the holes. I then launch a barrage with my fire glove from the outside.
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Post by Qwerty on Feb 9, 2011 1:16:47 GMT
Er. I don't think you have an idea of just how small the holes are...
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 10, 2011 4:05:10 GMT
I am a Stick-Rangerite...
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Post by Qwerty on Feb 10, 2011 4:06:05 GMT
Oh, right. Forgot that bit. Carry on.
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 10, 2011 4:07:21 GMT
Meh. Wouldn't fit anyway. *flails with fire gloves inside of Morpheus*
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Post by Elmach on Feb 10, 2011 4:10:53 GMT
Or the fact that the holes lead to John.
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 10, 2011 4:11:39 GMT
You know, the fire should go through the hole. Edit: NVM. But it still hurts morpheus.
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Post by Elmach on Feb 10, 2011 4:36:08 GMT
John: OW! Morpheus: Talk about it. Some idiot just short circuited whole fragments of me. Speaking of which, do you have some plastic or something? John: What the ████ is plastic? Morpheus: Obviously you don't. Let's see... John: OW! Morpheus: The ████? More fragments got burnt. So...... AH! Spit.John: ... *spits* Morpheus: Good... Now... Ah! Nitrogen... And carbon.... Good... Replicating... Oxygen... AH! Replicating plastic.... Good. Ah ████. Making small holes to fit plastic through... Read bolded part.
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 10, 2011 4:42:08 GMT
OK. He spit. It's not like saliva evaporates.
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Post by Elmach on Feb 11, 2011 2:19:56 GMT
*facepalm*
I should have made it more clear.
He spit so Morpheus could make plastic. Plastic needs carbon, and water, and some other stuff.
And the bolded part was to show that it did hurt Morpheus.
Lemme try again.
Get it?
Oh, and
Morpheus forces plastic into hole. John lasers the bit of ObG sticking out and yells, "GET AWAY FROM THE HOLE, AND YOU WILL BE ATTACKED WITH THIS HEAT RAY. SORT OF LIKE A FIRE GLOVE, BUT MORE FOCUSED AND RANGED."
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 11, 2011 2:30:56 GMT
"OW!" ObG turns around, squirms away from the hole and starts punching the wall to his left, which ISN'T John's wall.
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Post by Qwerty on Feb 11, 2011 2:51:50 GMT
(OOC: "Heat Ray"? Is that like that thing from Desert Boss?)
Temporarily9 (messaging ObG): "Any progress?"
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 11, 2011 3:08:55 GMT
"GAH! FOUND NONJA FIGHTER! TRAPPED INSIDE STUPID CHANGEY METAL BALL! PUNCHING WAY OUT!" *punchpunchpunchpunch*
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Post by Elmach on Feb 11, 2011 3:13:46 GMT
(Nope. It is just a way of explaining to ObG what a laser is without actually saying that it is a laser.)
John continues to fire his laser at ObG.
John: IF YOU REFRAIN FROM PUNCHING, YOU WILL NOT GET HIT BY THIS POWERFUL OBJECT.
Morpheus: Oy, John. Stop that. Missing, I mean. OH! I know how to keep him from doing it...
The place where ObG is in inside in (I'm going to call it Morpheus-ObG's cell)'s albedo rises. And Morpheus starts inputting light. Light, mind you. Not heat. Just painful white light.
John moves away from the hole. Morpheus cuts the plastic in the hole, and closes it. Morpheus duplicates the plastic all around all the compartments. So...
Morpheus's outside boundary has plastic. Morpheus's control room (where John is in) has plastic. Morpheus-ObG's cell is highly reflective, and has a coating of plastic. And there is a light in there.
In ObG's cell, there is a sound detection and a sound broadcasting thingy in there. So John can talk to ObG, and can find out what ObG is doing.
John (to Morpheus, not sent to ObG): I'm going to go to sleep. Morpheus, start digging your way out of this base.
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 11, 2011 3:16:06 GMT
Argh. Light is bright. I am so thankful for being a Stick-Rangerite. "NO EYES! HAH! I USE MY SQUARE!" *punchpunchpunch*
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Post by Elmach on Feb 11, 2011 3:28:11 GMT
(Tempy, just so you know, the place where ObG is my prison thing.) John (to ObG): Look. If you keep doing that, the plastic will melt into poison. I know you are not immune to poison. Even my dad wasn't immune to poison. Morpheus (to John): Umm... the poison will vaporize. You know, just like the poison shruikens that the Nonja Leader your dad fought way back in SJ: P1? John (to Morpheus): The ████ is SJ: P1? Morpheus (to John): The battle your dad had with the Nonjas in Stick Ranger. John (to Morpheus): ... You win again. Still... Can we do anything with the prisoner? OWAIT!!! John (over broadcast thingy, to ObG): How about this. I will make you free IF you take us to the portal thingy you came from. I KNOW you came from Stick Ranger. I WANT TO GET BACK.
(On the portion of ObG's cell that is being punched, a map of the area around the Nonja Base appears.)
John: Please punch the region of the map where the portal is. If there is a portal there, you are likely to be freed.
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 11, 2011 3:31:20 GMT
I won't give you anything. *punches walllike normal except without activating fire*
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Post by Elmach on Feb 11, 2011 3:47:04 GMT
John (to ObG via Morpheus): Look. It is good for me, you, and the Nonjas. You tell me how to get home, I free you, Nonjas get me out of their hair. Morpheus (to John, and overheard by ObG): Woah woah woah... You aren't leaving me here, are you? John (to Morpheus, overheard by ObG): Of course not. I'm taking you with me. Morpheus (to John, over.. You get what I mean. Everything in this conversation is overheard by ObG): Cause... Umm... You see... Could you draw a map of SR on this wall *highlights wall* John: *draws map of SR* Morpheus: ████! Umm... I don't know how to tell you this... John: What? Morpheus: Umm... John: What!? Morpheus: This island... John: Go on. Morpheus: Is actually... John: What? Morpheus: Stick Ranger... John: You must be kidding. Morpheus: In the distant future. John: ... And you can't make a time machine. Morpheus: Other than the freak wormhole that you fell into and managed to stay stable for a while, yes. John: And the wormhole was just moving in time, not in space? Morpheus: Sort of... It's complicated. (insert lecture of Special Relativity, General Relativity, Black Holes, etc.) John: Besides. This place doesn't even look like Stick Ranger. Morpheus: Oops. This island neighbors the island of Stick Ranger in the future. Just outside of the map you drawn.
((OOC: Morpheus may or may not be telling the truth. But this conversation will cause John not to try to go back to SR, which will mean that John will not try to leave the island. Which is good..?))
Meanwhile, as this conversation/lecture is going on
Morpheus (thoughts on ObG):... What an idiot. I have been deformed many times. Morpheus (to ObG): Look. You can't punch forever, and between punches, I straighten again. This isn't going to work.
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 11, 2011 3:52:52 GMT
Who says I can't? I will not stop until I escape! (OOC:Note: according to Elmach, Morpheus might be lying.)
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Post by Elmach on Feb 11, 2011 4:08:57 GMT
Morpheus: Well, if you insist... *makes a spike where ObG is about to punch, after punch, destroys spike. Repeats.* MEANWHILE ((OOC: Draxor, POST)) Marcus: This is boring. I wonder if there are any fights going on. *messages Temporarily9* Are there any fights going on? Nothing is happening here, in the Inner Sanctum.
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Post by GloveParty on Feb 11, 2011 4:23:38 GMT
ARGH! *starts throwing himself at other wall to roll Mmorpheus around*
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Post by Qwerty on Feb 11, 2011 15:10:24 GMT
Temporarily9: Well, I just got a message from ObG about a large metal sphere and a Nonja fighter. It's probably nothing, and I suggest we attempt psychiatric evaluation of ObG, but deploy the underground motion censors and metal detector array anyway.
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