Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 1: Macbeth]
08-01-2011, 11:53 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by BlastYoBoots.
METAL managed to catch a sandbag or two, but the combination of bright stage lighting and dim surroundings was taxing his visual sensors' already weak ability to track silent falling objects. <Sunspot Nightowl> was having more luck, though he'd been bewildered by the first barrage.
"UN1T <SUNSP0T N1GHT0WL>!" Not addressing the crowd, METAL had returned to his usual 'inside voice', which was just short of deafening. "ADDRESS THE HAZARD0US BACKGR0UND EQU1PMENT! TH1S UN1T W1LL APPREHEND THE M1SCREANT RESP0NS1BLE."
METAL had felt the every move of the likely criminal known as <Joseph Banks> (97% likelihood weight/volume match) since his arrival on the stage. Knocking others unconscious was hero and villain material alike, but now he was irresponsibly endangering civilians. A drunk, a criminal, or just plain irresponsible; either way, a miscreant. UNACCEPTABLE.
<Sunspot Nightowl> was more equipped to handle the sandbags. Right now, there was only one thing to do.
With a resounding cry of "F0R JUST1CE!", METAL leapt several meters into the air, morphed into an enormous steel ball, and crashed through the stage's trapdoor in a sea of splinters.
His entry tore a hole into the safety mattress, smashing into the concrete floor beneath. Joseph, shocked to attention by a sound akin to a car crash, turned to see a clearly anachronistic metal golem morphing out of a sphere.
"SURRENDER, M1SCREANT <J0SEPH BANKS>! SUBM1T 0R FACE JUST1CE!"
Aw fuck, how th' hell'd the future police follow me?!
Wondering how they learned his name, Joseph fled up the stairs to backstage to avoid the obvious interdimensional/time cop. METAL stood still.
"TH1S 1S YOUR F1NAL WARN1NG." As he spoke, he grew his usual crimefighting getup: an enormous pair of feathered steel wings sprouting from his back. They were completely non-functional for flight, gliding, or anything air-related; rather, they were designed to hide his arm transformations behind them, wrap around as a steel shield when necessary, and – most importantly – look showy and thematic. Heroism was at least 35% showmanship; METAL knew this with absolute certainty. "SURRENDER 0R BE APPREHENDED BY F0RCE."
Joseph continued to run.
METAL pursued.
METAL managed to catch a sandbag or two, but the combination of bright stage lighting and dim surroundings was taxing his visual sensors' already weak ability to track silent falling objects. <Sunspot Nightowl> was having more luck, though he'd been bewildered by the first barrage.
"UN1T <SUNSP0T N1GHT0WL>!" Not addressing the crowd, METAL had returned to his usual 'inside voice', which was just short of deafening. "ADDRESS THE HAZARD0US BACKGR0UND EQU1PMENT! TH1S UN1T W1LL APPREHEND THE M1SCREANT RESP0NS1BLE."
METAL had felt the every move of the likely criminal known as <Joseph Banks> (97% likelihood weight/volume match) since his arrival on the stage. Knocking others unconscious was hero and villain material alike, but now he was irresponsibly endangering civilians. A drunk, a criminal, or just plain irresponsible; either way, a miscreant. UNACCEPTABLE.
<Sunspot Nightowl> was more equipped to handle the sandbags. Right now, there was only one thing to do.
With a resounding cry of "F0R JUST1CE!", METAL leapt several meters into the air, morphed into an enormous steel ball, and crashed through the stage's trapdoor in a sea of splinters.
His entry tore a hole into the safety mattress, smashing into the concrete floor beneath. Joseph, shocked to attention by a sound akin to a car crash, turned to see a clearly anachronistic metal golem morphing out of a sphere.
"SURRENDER, M1SCREANT <J0SEPH BANKS>! SUBM1T 0R FACE JUST1CE!"
Aw fuck, how th' hell'd the future police follow me?!
Wondering how they learned his name, Joseph fled up the stairs to backstage to avoid the obvious interdimensional/time cop. METAL stood still.
"TH1S 1S YOUR F1NAL WARN1NG." As he spoke, he grew his usual crimefighting getup: an enormous pair of feathered steel wings sprouting from his back. They were completely non-functional for flight, gliding, or anything air-related; rather, they were designed to hide his arm transformations behind them, wrap around as a steel shield when necessary, and – most importantly – look showy and thematic. Heroism was at least 35% showmanship; METAL knew this with absolute certainty. "SURRENDER 0R BE APPREHENDED BY F0RCE."
Joseph continued to run.
METAL pursued.