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(setting) Somewhere in the Industrial District...
| >in the distance a black spot grows slowly as it approaches the scene, a bit farther away they land on the ground. Its Black Panties they look around for the person when they don't see anyone they mess with their belt and continue looking around.
| >There's a glint as a light shines out of a decrepit building next to you! You see a laser sight point down at the ground, just a foot away from where your standing!
| (er, the laser dot is on the ground next to you.)
| >BP looks at the glint on the ground and traces it to the glint in the building.
>after sizing it up a bit they move their arm and a zipline shoots forward at the glint and hooks into the wall and quickly Black Panties is flying at them her other hand spread out ready to fire a cone of electricity if necessary.
| >>130902
"Ugh!" >The voice says as you begin hurtling toward them! The figure kicks backward, and as you zipline into the room you see a blast of exhaust as whomever was inside launches themselves backward with a loud crash!
>Within the room, you see an adult sized hole in the back of the room, which goes through at least three rooms before disappearing.
| >A drone flies toward the area and, after ascending to a suitable height, begins to record.
| "So, rockets then. With an armor that can let survive going through walls, or the walls are that broken, wouldn't be surprised."
>they follow deeper inside running a bit of electricity on one side of the wall, leaving a burn mark
| >You stop short just as an invisible blast field rips through the wall just in front of you, sending a desk and other debris through it. You hear someone running from the room next to you!
| >BP quickly tries to shoot a zipline through the wall towards the sound but it doesn't break and she is forced to retract it.
>she then tries to follow the sound.
| >You rip through the walls to find where the sound is coming from, and manage to follow their steps outside of the office proper, and into what looks like an actual factory. The area is full of catwalks, pipes, and other long since discarded machinery.
>Suddenly, you see a pipe detach from above! It's hurtling toward you!
| >Black Panties hit the falling pipe with her zipline knocking it away and with her other hand blasts electricity upwards
| >The electricity moves through all the metal objects in the immediate area (which is everything) and zaps whomever it is that's up there! You don't hear anyone cry out, however.
>There's a familiar blast of jet engines- despite the darkness, you see one of the larger pipes (diameter about three feet) levitating! It swings downward at you!
| "Hmm..."
>BP backs up from the swinging pipe and continues to blast electricity into the area before backing back into the hallway.
| >The swinging pipe misses you- despite your blasts of electricity, the pipe hovers in mid air and stops shortly.
>It begins to spin around like a tornado, gaining speed!
"Cyclone..." >You hear a voice say in the darkness...
"...SPEAR!" >The figure lets go of the pipe, letting it fly out toward your general direction!
| >BP kicks back with her rockets and gets away from the area.
"If this is technological then an EMP should disrupt it."
>BP pulls out a EMP grenade with a 3 second timer and continues to back up with her rockets watching the area she ran from
| >You hear a blast of jet power again as whomever is floating within the factory takes chase! They're flying right toward you!
| >The pipe, incidentally, crashes through the walls and flies out the building...
| >BP stops and puts both hands forward and blasts dual electrical cones
"Will you burn like the hound? or twitch like the Vulture? Lets find out."
| >The figure's cloaking device begins to fizzle out! As you blast it with electricity, it speeds itself up, accelerating quicker!
>It holds both of its fists out in a typical superhero flying stance, but its palms are open- the electricity seems to be drawn to the fists like a lightning rod!
>With the cloaking device shorting out, you begin to recognize the silhouette!
| "Lightning rod huh."
>BP stops the electricity and immediately hits them with her ziplines.
| >You hit the approaching figure with your ziplines, but the figure's momentum is too great to stop! They're still hurtling toward you!
| "Perfect."
>BP pulls out the "Panty Shot" and quickly tosses in an EMP grenade and aims right for their head
>a loud bang as the grenade fires out at bullet speed in the hallway towards the armored individual flying right towards the grenade.
| >>131026
>The EMP grenade scrapes by their helmet, just barely avoiding popping their head! It explodes just past them, killing the cloaking field!
>The figure grabs Black Panties with their remaining momentum and crashes through the wall, back outside of the building!
| >BP puts her hands on the waist of the suit and begins to fire electricity keeping her hands there she fires her jets.
| >as the jets go off the electricity runs up the suit of the man leaving marks and scrapes once she is out of his grasp electrical marks can be seen from in front of him, the field had been shocking him since he grabbed hold.
>she continues to fly back a bit and puts the railgun back on her back to charge again.
| "Who the hell even are you. You said former MARS employee, yet you're in their armor. So which is it?"
| >>131182
>The man doesn't respond immediately, but then you start hearing laughter, and parts of their actual voice break through their voice modulation system. They slowly stand up, their suit heavily scarred and burned from the attack... but still very much in one piece.
"You were well named the 'Electric Princess!' Makes me wonder why you don't stick with that for a name, as opposed to 'Black Panties.'"
| >>131203
>they land on the ground.
"Because we're the justice wardrobe. Electric is not a color and Princess isn't an article of clothing."
>they don't attack yet.
| "As for who I am... my name is not important. But if you must know, I was a designer for M.A.R.S. up until a little over a year ago, back when your friend Red Mask ran off with some of our equipment. Equipment which didn't seem to fare so well, given her fight with that bipedal tank some months ago."
>As he stands, he stretches, cracking his neck and stretching his limbs. The armor really does resemble Red Mask's, albeit a little bulkier and more streamlined.
| "My boss was apoplectic. And not just because *someone* leaked the equipment to the general public... and walked off with some of our prototypes, to do who knows what with..." >He begins to make a variety of forms with his arms and legs, kind of like watching someone perform Tai-Chi,
"But because the only known user of said equipment, outside of a controlled environment, had failed. The only saving grace is that, somehow, she survived." >He cracks his back.
| "I'm not going to lie to you, Electric Princess, I did feel something close to pride watching someone use my- *our* work in battle. But alas, my superiors didn't see it that way. So they let me go- with one provision..." >He takes a ready stance.
"Design a better, more powerful suit of armor. Find Red Mask. Defeat Red Mask. And render the old line of Jupiter-class powered harzard suits irrelevant. And what better way to accomplish that than to join the shadows?"
| "I didn't expect to *enjoy* it, as I do now. And slowly, I started considering whether I should just give the finger to my old boss and keep doing this for a living. But then I heard about what 'killed' Red Mask." >He stares at you- even with his helmet you can feel something close to anger and disgust behind his faceplate.
"...RPG's? Seriously?!" >He slams his fists together which spark with electricity- the ground begins to shake as a blast of some kind of force erupts from him.
| "A ROCKET PROPELLED GRENADE!?" >He shouts, the pressure rising from his suit, which begins to light up!
"IMPROSSIBRU! NOTHING BUILT BY THESE HANDS, EVEN STOLEN, CAN BE SO EASILY DEFEATED!" >He goes into a squat position that looks oddly similar to a character from a fighting game,
"ONLY THE USER COULD BE SO WEAK!"
>All at once, the 'pressure' ends, and the man faces you normally again.
"I know now the reason you all fight- it's the rush of battle- of fighting fist to fist."
| "I wished to meet the face of the woman who stole my 'power' and used it for her own selfish ends, but now I understand why she did it. And I have never been more insulted to be DEPRIVED of having the chance to face her... by something is cowardly as explosives." >He crouches,
"So I will have to take my satisfaction from *you*. I'm sure Red Mask has told you the secret of our power suit's design.. Come at me with all you have, 'Black Panties!' SHOW ME THE POWER OF YOUR TECHNOLOGY!"
| >Somewhere in the distance, someone could be heard yelling, "ROUND TWO, FIGHT!"
| >>131221
>BP sniggers at that last comment.
"Not even close. We fight for justice where those in power that chose to ignore injustice.
>BP clenches her first and electricity shocks out and then she puts it flat again
"We chose to fight for the weak because no one else would. If you thought it was some kind of thrill of battle. That says more about you than anyone else."
| >>131227
"No, I don't know the secret of her power suit. I honestly don't care either."
>BP rolls her shoulders
"If this is just field testing for you than I'm done. You're not worth the energy I could be using to save people."
| >The whirr of a drone is heard close by.
| >>131232
"Field testing? You don't seem to understand, Black Panties," >Rocks and other debris begin to rise around the man, as if gravity itself is being suspended,
"My employer's terms were very clear. Either I create a weapon that could defeat Red Mask for them... or I will never work again. And Red Mask is *dead*." >The ground begins to shake like one of those japanese animes!
"THE ONLY THING I HAVE LEFT IS THIS UNSTOPPABLE LUST FOR BATTLE!"
| >>131242
"I fight criminals. Why should I care about your hard-on for fighting if this isn't you trying to get your job back?"
-Black Panties
| "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" >The ground begins to quake as a localized gravity field begins to form with the suit as the epicenter!
"NOW, USING THAT ELECTRICITY YOU FED ME... TAKE THIS! SHIPPUUKEN!" >He leaps into the air and, whirling his arms like a motherfucker, hurls a piece of metal debris at you at speeds reaching close to your Panty Shot weapon!
| >Black panties stretches her arms as though she's about to catch it then fires to ziplines at it to veer it off course.
| >>131348
>As you pull the debris to the side to miss you, you look up as the man seems to be accelerating downward toward you at an angle, feet first!
"METEORRRR KICCCKKKK!"
| >The drone heard previously has now entered the building and is visible to the combatants. It is being pulled by the gravity field.
| >BP backs up with her rocket jets
"Again, if you don't give me a reason I don't care about you or this."
| >>131358
>He slams into the ground, cracking it! Then he lunges toward you and begins to spin, with one leg facing down and the other facing up in a horizontal, spinning whirlwind!
"TATSUMAKI ZANKUKYAKU!"
| >At a substantial distance, A bandaged man watches, using binoculars to see better.
"BP vs A Crazy. Just a typical day in GC."
| >Somewhere on one of the many skyscrapers in the middle of Central District a group of three people in black armor entered the rooftop. They exchanged a couple of fast hand gestures, and then the fourth person in the same armor entered the rooftop, carrying a huge grey box, almost the size of the person carrying it. The group approached the edge of the rooftop, and one of them laid down and started fixing his legs to the floor with a set of magnets.
| >BP grabs the and starts shocking in one area. With the other they try and hit him in the crotch with a zipline but misses and goes over their head
| >Three other members of the team carefully put the box on the ground. Inside was something resembling a boldly oversized ancient lance. Three carefully extracted the thing, and handed it over to the fourth member of the team. Bounded to the rooftop, armored person pressed something on his arm, and spearhead started moving out from the bizarre artifact he carried, increasing the total length of the thing by roughly three times. His fellow team members ran away from the rooftop.
| >The mysterious man pointed the thing towards the Industrial District and pressed the small button under his middle finger.
>Blinding white beam of the particle lance punctured the skies above Glitch City. It took the roaring beam of energy a split second to travel all the way half across the city,
{d=14/20}
>missing both fighters by a couple dozen meters. As the energy beam striked the ground, concreat directly beneath it turned into molted liquid and splattered around.
| >Beam dissolved abruptly a couple seconds later, leaving a circle of molten concrete and metal five meters in width. Then a couple of fiery wings spread above the Central District as the lance discharged burning coolant up into the sky. Then the air displaced by the shot flowed back in place, shaking the city streets with the lound sound of explosion.
>Sniper in steaming black armor threw molten remains of the lance from the rooftop, and walked away. [Trap of Argalia] has missed.
| "What in the hell is that?" >The masked fighter says, stopping midway as the particle thinger shoop-de-wooped the ground near them for absolutely no reason.
| >BP looks around thinking something happened for a second and then just turns back
| >He turns back to Black Panties and shrugs.
"I guess this is the part where the level changes in-game."
| >>131389
>The man's radio buzzes.
"1-1, this is Actual, Report."
>The man picks up his radio, and responds.
"Actual, This is 1-1, We have a fight going on between BP and an unknown as-"
>The man notices the squad of black armoured people firing.
"Actual, This is 1-1, Charlie Charlie, we got a fireteam in the fight, Cords are 146 600 meters, Out."
>He begins scanning the radio waves to reach the black armoured people.
| "You said Red Mask yet still lives- then why hasn't she returned? Or is she in the process of rebuilding her suit?"
| (The man is the bandaged man... soz.)
| >>131391
>Bandaged Man kneels over, grabbing his Tripod and setting it up, and kneels over again, lifting over a JDJ rifle, on to the tripod, and sets aim for the Rooftop.
| >>131397
"I thought that was when we fell out of the building."
>>131399
"I'm not entirely sure what happened in full. A few things that maybe I should have paid better attention too. In either case, she hung up her mask. I still fight though, for the wronged, and my friends."
| >>131420
"She can come back when she is feeling one hundred percent again. So I call it a break, and if it turns out to be a very long break that can't be helped."
| >>131423
>The suited man lets out an incredibly loud, wretched, angry yell! He faces the sky with his arms and palms outstretched, facing up!
| "I... I will not accept this! I cannot accept this! The Red Mask MUST get better... and then we'll see just what she did to that archaic armor to last in the field for so long. And then I WILL defeat her!"
| "Bah, missed them."
>The bandaged man steps away from his rifle, but keeps watching the fight via his binoculars, he radios in.
"Actual, this is 1-1, fireteam is out of play, and the fight has turned in to a conversation, out"
| >>131432
>BP looks around again and shrugs
"Why are you so hung up on this again? Just a battle thing?"
| >>131440
>The man sighs.
"Alright, I might as well you tell you this much, since you're one of her sworn sisters of battle anyway. I was actually the original designer of the power suit she uses. With all of its failings and incarnations."
"It was a commercial and practical failure at one point... which, of course, reflected plenty well on ME... so when we heard that someone, probably an employee or ex employee, was running around with a suit conducting in vigilantism, we laughed."
| "Everyone laughed. But then you lot started cleaning the hell out of the place."
"When we recovered bits of it after Red Mask was... er... incapacitated once, we discovered that much of the suit's components had been redesigned or heavily modified... improved upon. Sooo... I took the redesigns, went back to my lab... and did some work myself. Reverse engineering my own reverse engineered work."
| "Problem was, the boss found out, and didn't mind so much... until one day, he liquidated our whole department, saying something about corporate security. Drek like that. But he told me something else. Design a suit that can defeat the Justice Wardrobe, and I won't just get my job back- I'll get a promotion. Head of R&D with a nice, fat, cushy paycheck."
"But what can I say? Over three dozen fights and hits and... er, 'runs,' as they call them around here, and I must say,"
| "I love it." >You feel like he's smiling behind his helmet.
"I guess I have Red Mask to thank for that. Beating the absolute shit out of people for money has never felt so empowering. *I* have never felt so *empowered.*"
"That's why I needed to fight her. Not just to improve on my own work, oh nooooo.... but to get that feeling again. The apprentice... surpassing the master."
| "Quite a sight, wasn't it?"
>Soft male voice came from behind the bandaged man. A tall, blond boy in a yellow buisness suit approached the older man, and put the small chair on the ground —
"Don't mind if I do."
>— And takes a sit in it.
"A blinding spear of light, accompanied by a wings of fire. Simply beatiful. Accuracy needs adjustement however."
>Boy let out a sigh.
"Well, it is a prototype weapon after all. At least it didn't explode like the last time."
>He lit a cigarette.
| >>131485
"Involvement in a class 10 weapon, possession of a class 6 weapon without a license. So you mind helping with your co-conspirators?"
>comes a voice from behind you and a mechanical wirring sound.
| "It's why I stick to gunpowder. Sure, it's slower, but it scales well. you got a spare chair?"
>The Bandaged Man does not skip a beat, and puts down his binoculars.
"and you are..."
| "Ah. More spectators."
>He notices the voice and casually turns around.
| >>131501
>You look behind you and you see an asian woman with short black hair in black power armor. At her side you see a robotic dragon that seems to be vibrating.
"Black Phoenix mercenary working with GCPD for crime. Possession of high-class firearms is a high up there in priority."
| "I've got a Gunsmiths licence, and a sporting exempt for the rifle. I am in the middle of developing something for those robo-moose and robo-elephants. and For involvmenent? I think that's a stretch."
>The bandaged man digs around in his pockets, and turns to the tall boy.
"Can I get a smoke?"
| >>131498
>The man grows frustrated.
"W-why- to prove that I'm superior, of course! That I'm capable of creating, and piloting, a suit of powered armor! To prove that I'm BETTER! Why else would anyone fight?"
| >>131496
"Sir, you are hurting my feelings"
>Boy joyfully responded, lending a spare folding chair to the bandaged man.
"First of all, it is the first ever class 11 weapon, fresh prototype, straight from the lab. To manage to convert a ship-based artillery for the infantry use is a tremendous achievement and I won't stand you looking down on it. As for illegal possesion, I'm completely unarmed."
>He offered a cigarette to the bandaged man.
| >>131516
"Thanks. possession my issue. But if the Phoenix here doesn't mind I got to pack up and go. It seems they are moving, and the show is over."
>The Bandaged man puts the cigarette in his mouth, and lights it with his lighter from his pocket.
| >>131516
"But you admit to involvement in an illegal weapon. Don't call me sir. Not only that there is extensive damage to public property."
>the dragon stares at you and continues its vibrating
"Do you have some corp papers that say you premptively paid for these damages? How about to the other corp buildings you damaged, do you have papers for their consent? Otherwise I'll have to take you in for damage to private property as well."
| >>131524
"I'm no superhero," >He says, doing an excessively overembellished pose,
"I'm just a super for hire."
| >>131521
"My pleasure."
>>131522
"When did I admit anything about my involvement in anything illegal, uhh... Officer what-was-your-name? I merely corrected you on your assumption on the used weapon class, thats all."
>Boy dragged on his cigarette.
"And what damage are you talking about? Perhaps this hole in the ground? Well, thats unfortunate, but what do I have to do with it?"
>He smiled, wide and honest.
| >>131532
>they flip a switch on their belt and the dragon creature vibrates faster
"Phoenix 1, noncompliance, two individuals one directly speaking involvement about a weapon use, the second playing coy and has a relation with the first. Claimed possession of a weapon class higher than 7. Claims experimentation refuses to show permit."
| >>131536
"You claimed a 'first ever class 11 weapon' any class higher than six without proper permit is a Level 4 warrant. Now if you didn't know what I was talking about you would have asked what I was talking about not corrected me with a worse charge to have. Show papers or put your hands on your head."
| >>131536
>The Bandaged Man raises his hands in the air, and moves towards his bag.
"First of all, let me get my papers. Second, I never fired the weapon at hand..."
>He points to the JDJ rifle.
"Third-ly, I've just met this boy."
| >>131536
"You must be real fun at parties, officer."
>Boy stared at the mechanical dragon in amusement.
"Did you know, that the first generation of cyber-dragons used to have a direct neural connection to their owner, as well as a very complicated AI matrix? Though they had to get rid of it in later versions. Some owners seemed to never get over the loss of their robotic partner."
>His smile turned into that of a predator.
"Whats your model's version, I wonder?"
| >>131545
"You never fired the weapon but in your own words you knew it was a prototype and a second test. I'm not referring to the rifle. Though I will need papers for that. Why would you accept a cigarette from someone you only just met if so?
>the dragon's eye begins flashing for a second a small red light on the side turns on
| >>131549
"Sounds like a threat to an officer to me"
"And I made Rodora myself."
>they pull out plasma cuffs.
| >>131539
"Setting that aside,"
>His smiled returned to the previous boyish appearance.
"I clearly know what weapon are you talking about. It is really difficult to not notice a particle lance being discharged in the atmosphere. I still fail to see my connection to it being fired, however. I know about it, thats it. Do you become a criminal when you see a crime and realise its a crime?"
>He finished off his cigarette.
| >>131552
"Oh so you have a name for the class eleven weapon you just told me about, after you just made a veiled threat to an officer."
| >>131550
"Because I ran out of my own, and the nicotine is getting to me."
>He fishes out the papers from the gun bag, and begins putting away the rifle.
"Oh and just because the rifle has had testing before, does not mean it has been done here. It was done at a safe, secure facility. Can I go? Because I don't want to be caught in anything I'm not involved in."
| >>131555
>they look over the permit
"So you were talking about the second time this rifle was tested not the other weapon that just so happened to have been tested at the same time. Whatever Rodora has you on file now, go ahead."
| >the dragon looks you up and down their red light continuing to glow
| >>131553
"Of course I have a name for a particle lance, silly. Have you never watched any VR films? Been to a holo-theater? You, lady, should take a break from your work and take some time to catch up on latest news."
>Boy raised his brow, openly mocking the lady in front of him.
"Well, construction and maintenance of your cute little pet probably eats up all your free time then."
| >The dragon sees a homeless-looking man, face and arms covered in bandages, holding a bag.
"Have a good day officer, see you back at the station."
>The bandaged man finishes packing the rifle, and goes in to the roof access, and begins going down the steps, butting out his cigarette before going.
| >>131561
"Lets see, suspicious behavior, threat to an officer of the law and equipment, disrespect to an officer of the law."
>the dragon prints out a yellow slip of paper.
"Your fine is 35,000 zenny, you have 30 days to pay your fine before a warrant will be issued for your arrest. Oh..."
>they point to "SIN" on the yellow sheet
"Your SIN, if you would, 'upstanding citizen'."
>she says with a smug grin
| >>131568
>Boy chuckled at the fine being announced and then looked the policewoman in the eyes.
"Say, officer, we're having such a good time and all, but what would be your reaction if the head of a 'suspicious upstanding citizen' were to suddenly, violently explode?"
>He tilted his head slightly back and to the left.
"I bet the face you'd made would be priceless. What do you think?"
| >>131574
>you immediately feel a sharp pain in every one of your limbs you've been shot by the dragon
"Terroristic threat made, reporting; taking in for custody."
>their head glows a bit and they pull out plasma handcuffs as you feel some kind of venom coursing through your body.
| >>131578
>Boy laughed through his teeth as the pain kicked in.
"Ahhh, kha... Well.. It was a... Khhh.. Pleasure to ughhmeet you, offisher... But I'm affhraid I have dihherent mat.. matters at kkkhand to a.. attend to..."
>He coughed and made a pained smile.
"Lookkhhhing forward to ugggh meet you la ahha later.. By—"
>Boy's head splattered like a watermelon hit with a baseball bat, sending pieces of bone, blood and brain all around. One braindrop landed on the policewoman's face.
| >Now headless body was thrown out of the chair by the explosion, landing a few feet away. Sweet smell filled the air, as it began to dissolve, steaming.
| >>131584
"Well... That was incredibly stupid."
>they go back to watching the fight
"Terrorist dead, Rodora sending the recording."
| >>131563
>The man's radio clicks on
/Fire first ask questions later isn't the safest approach. Any info you can gather on the fireteam and the party involved would be more useful./
| >But the man responds on his collar radio.
/Well I tried to get comms, but then they just left. I have some thing to go to real quick./
| >>131531
"All I see is potential being wasted, butttt hey. You do -you- I suppose." >The man stretches his back.
"Either way, that was a good fight... even if in the end, I only used a mere 25% of my power," >He turns his back toward the molten concrete and lava, which had conveniently missed the two of them.
"When Red Mask puts her mask back on, I'll be here to settle our score. Hell, I might even become your new teammate." >You feel like he's winking behind the mask.
| >>132405
>BP brings her hand to her chin in thought
"Hm... I mean if you're willing to not be like, a murdering idiot or anything and just work on helping people I don't see why not. You'd be the first male member though, not counting the kid, but they're more junior members."
| >>132411
"An all female team!?!?!?!?" >The guy says, shocked.
"What is this, some kind of mahou shoujo?"
| >>132423
>BP shrugs
"Yeah. There was green cloak but he wasn't part of the team, more like you... Wait..."
>they move their head
"So that's where you disappeared to GREEN CLOAK!"
>they point in an overly dramatic fashion at 'Green Cloak'
| >>132676
"G-green what!?" >The man says, only his body language betraying his expression.
>Then, suddenly, he stands up straight and forms a pose!
"Er, yes! HA-HA, it is I, GREEN CLOAK! BACK FROM THE DEAD AND HERE TO FINALLY DEFEAT THE RED MASK AND TAKE HER PLACE AS LEADER OF THE JUSTICE WARDROBE!"
| >>132677
>BP pulls out her railgun and puts an EMP in.
"You'll never replace Red Mask, you fiendish fiend!"
>they fire directly at their chest
| >>132682
>"Green Cloak" cups their hands in a form reminiscent of that one japanese anime with the people who change hair colors for three episodes!
"KA-ME, HA-ME, HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" >They yell out, "blasting" their cupped hands forward! Suddenly the gravity field around them shifts to the EMP grenade, which slows in mid air, and just barely brushes the man's palms! He then twirls his arms and sends the EMP grenade flying away from him, detonating in a scrapped building!
| "HA HA! Nice try, BLACK PANTIES, but I'm all tuckered out right now! We'll continue our fight LATER... when the RED MASK makes her grand return! So I can DEFEAT her in HONEST COMBAT!" >He kneels and jumps into the air, hovering!
"TILL WE MEET AGAIN, BLACK PANTIES!"
| >>132686
"Relient on ancient anime cliches and references Green Cloak? You'll never surpass Red Mask like that. Then again, you never will! Your magic tricks won't work either!
>they put the panty shot back on their back
>I can't last much longer though. I need to finish this quick, or I might have to cheat... they think to themself.
>they then fly back into the building
| "That's right! I'm running away!"
>He just floats there in mid air as they watch you fly back into a building.
"Er... yes... running..."
>They turn, and fly off, somewhat dejected and unenthused.
| >>132709
"Well... Good. D-Don't do anything like... Evil.... Because that'd be bad..."
>I need to work on the power consumption, how to counter gravity controls, invisibility I'm fine on, I'll need to redo that....
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| >There lays a smoking crater in the Industrial District- a common occurrence, in between the shattered metal and fallen chunks of satellite and spacecraft from battles foregone, but in this case, the blast was relatively recent. Corpses of dead runners lay strewn about, their bodies thoroughly cooked in the aftermath of the self-destructing Nighthawk stealth chopper.
>There is no sign of the mysterious man that called out Black Panties.