who's up for a Big O RPG!!!!!!!

as char:

"Hmmm.....not today?.....does he know yet? did he hesitate?"

As real person:

this going to talk awhile....an aukward position...

oh and if the guy plaing schwarzwald doesnt keep up well...ill eb HAPPY to play as him......could i?

After muttering a fast 'amen', the nun turns to Roger.

"Mr. Smith - is this what you do?? You're the one having to battle these robots with this ... behemoth! .... and what in the realm of angels was that thing?? It can't be the Relic - I was informed the Relic was small enough to carry!" She slumps against the control stand and folds her arms. "That was it. The relic is considered a powerful object of energy by the church ... I never suspected that it may actually be a power source for these ... robots." She looks up at Roger. "Well, Mr. Smith, looks like mysticism can mangle the truth as well. By the way, are you hurt in anyway?"

Roger breathed heavily from the stress of the battle. He was pretty shell-shocked from the battle. There was a small blip sound and the face of Norman appeared on the screen. Norman appologized for the lack of Big O's ammunition and asked if Roger would be home in time for dinner. "Yes, I'll be home in time for dinner, but I'd perfer if you spent your time on repairing Big O." He then truned to sister Bridget, "No, I'm alright. So, you think that the church relic might be something used to power a megadeus? That might not be incorrect. Do you think that you can get any information on this from your church fellows?"

Non-story topic

We'll probably want a Dorothy soon, Lady Tesser how about you being Dorothy? As to Scwarzwald being...himself if Duo doesn't seem to be interacting, or at least posting schwazwald's own area of the adventure then sure, as long as you can make him act true to his character.

By the way for those of you who are having a hard time keeping score: Meggido has 2 energy prisms and he needs one more, he has 2 scientists though one is still a bum, and it should be obvious by know what Meggido is doing. Actually a lot of my ideas stemmed from a fanfic idea I had, so if you guys ever see a story with stuff similar to my posts don't go shouting plagarism.

Sister Bridget shook her head.

"Trying to get any information out of the Mother Superior is like pulling teeth, Mr. Smith. This is all I know: according to the stories, the Relic is a powerful object meant to 'bestow life and death' - as I quote the story - and had been taken from the Fallen Angel and hidden within the house of God to keep his hands off of it. The church had spent decades trying to locate the Relic and had found it within the past few years in this church, where it stayed for safe keeping. The only people who knew of it's location are church officials, so anyone else knowing of it ... "

She inhaled deeply, her violet eyes looking up and discovering a strand of red hair had fallen out of her habit again. She tucked it back in. "To cut through the mysticism, I think the Relic - power source - had been taken away from that monster you had just fought ... I can understand why, considering what we just went through ... And had been hidden to keep that thing from rising again. If you think you can, you could talk to the Mother yourself and see if she'll give you any information."

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Non-Topic -
I don't mind playing Dorothy, but Shaoblane had called it. Or maybe R_Dorothied, since she said she's always wanted to. Have to see what happens.

Roger sighed, "No, I have another person who I can ask about it. He knows something about and everything and everything about something, as he says. He hears a lot." Sister Bridget raised an eyebrow, "Do you mean that he has ties to criminal organizations?" "Let's just say he has very big ears," responded Roger with a small smile. Big O's cockpit shook sudenly and then the megadeus began to descend through the street. Sister Bridget looked around, frightened. "Don't worry," Roger said calmingly, "I have to transport Big O to and from areas, this is what I use to do it. This vehicle will take it back to my home." The cockpit of Big O opened and Roger jumped out of it, closely followed by sister Bridget. "Now I think that it is time to see my friend with the big ears."

Meanwhile

In the deepest tunnels of Paradigm city, an area that not even Schwarzwald had ever come near, a voice laughed harshly in the darkness. "Excellent, most excellent. It handled itself remarkably well even though it has not been awake for 40 years now and wasn't even fully powered or activated...merely two others to find, and then the last prism. That negotiator may yet get in my way...but he cannot stand to the might of the judgement...only I know the truth...only I know how to bring back the fallen angel. And...that is when the true judgement shall begin!!!!!

The place of ill-repute was known as the Speakeasy, a name long lost in amnesia for why it was named that.

Considering what Mr. Smith had said concerning his friend with big ears, she thought the name of the establishment was suitable.

"Care to stay in the car, Sister?" Roger asked, smirknig slightly. "I'm afraid I can't quite gaurantee your safety in such a place, some of them haven't seen real women in a long time."

Sister Bridget nodded nervously. "Go on, Mr. Smith. I trust you know what you're doing." She looked out the windows of the Griffon. "Although the outside looks quite dangerous as well."

"Don't worry, I have something for that. See you in a few minutes."

Roger hit the security button of his remote and the Griffon's armor slid out and into place.

Sister Bridget shook her head, then felt the same blasted strand of hair hanging out of her habit. She angerly tucked it back up and began praying softly to calm her nerves.

god jesus stop making the story so fast...I don't have every second of the day to make up more of the story and come in here yah know

So lets see...we are...really far...

Schwarzwald had been following Roger for a very long time...Roger fell along with that annoying woman and Schwarzwald lost track of Roger. He continued to walk down the tunnels being more careful than Roger and making sure he doesn't make any sudden trips. His mind strays off of the Negotiator as he walks deeper into the tunnels towards..."Towards what?" he thinks. A noise can be heard from the tunnel. As he gets closer he realizes that its laughter. He peers around the corner and sees a man. The man is gloating about something. Judgement or something. Schwarzwald shrugs it off and continues to explore the area around the man.

Roger stepped into the Speak Easy, the first thing he noticed were three dead men lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Surprisingly this didn't surprise Roger, he'd been expecting something like this to happen for sometime. Roger grabbed a bottle of this favorite drink from the owner behind the bar. He then proceeded to his table, being careful not to step in the blood of the three bodies. He popped the top off of the liquor bottle and took a quick drink. "So, what will it be, Mr. Negotiator?" asked the man sitting to Roger's right. "What can you tell me about a relic called the Maguffan, it was kept in what was called the Glass Cathedral?" Roger asked before taking another drink. "Hmmm...The Maguffan, yes I remember hearing about it once. Do you how human beings explain something when they don't understand it? They call it magical, the explain it through superstitions, they proclaim it to be something sent by God; it is a common thing by humans to try to explain something that they do not understand by giving origins that are completely unexplainable. It is the curse of an ego." "So what is the Maguffan really?" Another drink. "The Maguffan is a crystal about the size of a hand." "Really...hmmmm, can you tell me what it does?" asks Roger. "Well, Mr. Negotiator, as you know I rarely deal in rumors but even I can connect two and two together. When I was hearing of the construction of the Dorothies, the megadeus and the android who is living with you right now, I also heard a rumor, an extremely vague one, that Suldanno had been seeking some crystals that fit that description." "So they power a megadeus, just as I thought..." Roger murmured before taking another drink. "By the way, what happened here?" Roger asks, gesturing to the three dead men. "It was strange," responded Big Ear, "a man dressed in a black trench coat came here. Since he isn't regular you can guess what the response to him would be." Roger nodded. "Though this time it was much more than it usually is. Those three men pulled their guns on him and demanded for him to leave. That man told them to 'point your guns somewhere safer' and they suddenly pointed their guns at each other. He then proceeded to take the bum who was sleeping in the back-” Roger coughed mid-drink, "He took the bum?" "Yes, he picked up the bum and left just as silently as he had come, ten seconds later those men shot themselves." Big Ear fell silent. Roger polished off his drink and left it on the table, on his way by Big Ear's table he stealthfully laid down an inch-high stack of half-folded twenties bound by a rubber band. Big Ear dropped his paper on them, when he lifted the paper the twenties had vanished.

Roger returned to the Griffon. He removed the security remote from his pocket and clicked the button on it, the Griffon's armor slid back into its imperceptible hiding places. Sister Bridget looked at Roger expectantly as he climbed into the car. "So, what did you learn, Mr. Smith?" "He's started kidnapping," Roger said as he shifted the Griffon into drive. "He who?" asked Bridget. "Meggido, and I think that I know who his next target is," Roger explains. "Who is it?" Bridget questions. "Dorothy," Roger responds.

Meanwhile

Standing outside of the bank-turned mansion the man in the black trench coat chuckled. This was the last energy prism. Meggido produced two Japanese-style daggers, kunai. The beta-test hadn't lasted for long before because the Big Omega hadn't been fully powered or activated then. Once he obtained the energy prism that powered this android he would only need to find the two other scientists. He smiled at the thought of the complete resurrection. Extending his arm upward as far as it would go he jammed a kunai into the wall, pulling himself up on it he jammed the second into the wall, pulling the first out he jammed it in higher than it was before. He continued this and began to scale the mansion walls like a humanoid spider. He smiled.

Meanwhile

Roger had pushed down the Griffon's gas pedal as far as he could. Sister Bridget was hanging onto the front dash for dear life. Roger ran a red light, the cars all around him jerked to a stop and started yelling at him, but he ignored them. Roger swung the car into a curve, still at full speed. Sister Bridget screamed, Roger's brow was knit in an intense and angry concentration.

R. Dorothy Wayneright stood silently on the balcony railing, staring out over the city.

That Angel woman came by earlier and had asked if 'Mr. Negotiator had arrived home at all oh how sad leaving you all alone', smoking a cigarette, then depositing it in the elevator where she had stayed while she spoke. She left, probably to spy on someone else.

Dorothy did not want to admit it to herself, but she found that Angel woman to be quite annoying on so many levels.

"If you think you are being sneaky and inconspicuous," Dorothy said aloud. "Then you are failing miserably."

Below her, the man in the black trenchcoat smirked as he hung onto the side of the building. "You're good, not many can hear me coming. I suppose you know what I'm here for?"

"No, I admit that I am mystified as to what your business is." Dorothy's head tilted down to gazed at the man. "If you wished to speak with Roger Smith, I am afraid he is out on a case at the moment."

"No, just you. I need your ... help on something, Miss Wayneright." He raised himself higher, his head level with the floor of the balcony.

Dorothy's brow raised an eighth of an inch. Something about the man said he was untrustworthy, which was saying a lot considering some of the humans she ran into while residing in Roger Smith's house.

"You seem to know who I am, but I do not know who you are," she pointed out matter-of-factly. "To whom am I addressing?"

"Meggido." He lifted himself up over the balcony. He looked over her in a frank manner and shrugged, "What a waste for the prism - sticking it in a maid."

Norman, working tirelessly to restock the weapons on the Big O to ensure it is better prepared for another battle with the Big Omega, notices a strange blip on the security system protecting Roger's mansion. Curious to know what that could mean, and remembering the two prior blackouts, Norman activates the primary defensive shields. Metal screens close over all of the windows of the mansion, and Norman grabs his trusty AK-47 and a belt filled with ammunition. Grabbing a tin bowl from the floor, he sticks it on his head, and heads towards the area where the blip had first arrived...not realizing he had failed to shut the door to the secret hanger in which the megadues rests.

As Norman proceeds to the top of the mansion, a silent shadowy figure sneaks into the hanger. Big O springs to life, and the shadow fails to emerge from inside.

Suddenly, the entire mansion shakes, and Norman can only watch helplessly as the Big O emerges from underground, directly in front of the mansion, its two bright yellow eyes boring into Norman's one.

"Oh dear...Master Roger surely will not be pleased..." the Butler mumbles as the Megadues raises both its arms, gathering energy in its forehead...

"Damn, that meagdeus...this could prove to be very troublesome," Meggido murmured. He looked straight at Dorothy, "hmmm...with as little time as I have now a proper extraction is not an option. I guess that I will have to take the entire chasis then. An unforseen, but not grandly problematic, difficulty." And with those words Meggido hurled a strange chain weapon that wrapped itself arround Dorothy. Dorothy attempted to break the chain with her unnatural android strength, but it was apparently made of some super-strong metal. "Hmm...you obviously don't give me much credit if you thought that I would come unprepared," Meggido gloated. And with that he grabbed Dorothy and lifted her up. He dived off of the edge of the roof, laughing wildily, "Justice arise! Big Ome-" Something slammed itself into Meggido in mid-air. Dorothy rightened herself up on the street and stared at what had just happened. The Griffon pulled up, Roger and a woman whom Dorothy had never seen before stepped out of it. Dorothy turned her attention to Meggido, he was smashed into a crater about three meters in diameter. Standing next to the crater was a man with wild white hair and wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. He was staring down at Meggido contemptously. "What is going on?" is the thought that goes through everbody's head.

Sister Bridget crossed herself. "May God protect fools and idiots and other riff-raff."

"I'm lost," Roger offered.

"Have you tried hare krishna?" the nun asked, tucking the loose strand of red hair back under her habit.

"I tell the jokes around here, Sister."

Dorothy relaxed (as much as an android could relax) and turned to face Roger. "You are almost in time for dinner, Roger. By the way, that man in the crater identified himself as Meggido and attempted to kidnap me."

"I know, Dorothy," Roger stated. "I suspected as much."

"What's going on now?" Sister Bridget inquired, then looked at the new player. "And who are you?"

The man with white hair stared down at Meggido in the crater. Meggido extracted himself from the crater and stared at the white-haired man. "Heh heh heh...so the old man has joined this game too, or one of his creations at least. Heh heh heh. This has just gotten much more interesting..." "Are you just going to laugh or will you do something?" the white-haired man asks in a monotonous voice. "Big Omega." utters Meggido. Big Omega's massive hand smashed out from under the ground and closed around Meggido before it receeded into the earth. The white-haired man stared down the hole, "This is a poor turn of circumstance. I have not been prepared to deal with the resurrection of the Big Omega." "Are you going to tell us who you are?" Roger asks the man. "He is an android," Dorothy stated matter-of-factly. "That is correct," said the white-haired man, "I am an android created by the now late Professor Jefferson, one of the creators of that megadeus, the Big Omega. I was created to prevent the resurection of that machine, in order to avoid a repeat of what happened 40 years ago." "Are you telling us that that megadeus was responsible for whatever happened 40 years ago?" asked Roger. "In part." "Do you have a name?" questioned Sister Bridget. "I have been given a name in order to aid in a more efficient interface with humans," answered the android "I am dubbed with the name Isaac." Roger was used to Dorothy's blunt personality but this Isaac took it to an entirely new level, perhaps that was because Dorothy had been designed to be Dorothy, a human girl, and he was designed for a specific purpose. A sudden, loud crashing sound brings Roger out of his thoughts. He turned around and looked at the source of the sound, Big O had blown out a side of his mansion with the chromebuster. Roger cursed loudly.

Schwarzwald reaches for the wall as another earthquake rumbles through the ground. "It must be that troublesome BIG O! Always causing a ruckus down here. If only I had MY Big back...oh the power I would once agian possess." Another earthquake ripples through the ground and Schwarzwald is thrown to the floor. "Whats this?" Schwarzwald exclaims as he looks at a tunnel the earthquake opened up. He gets to his feet and starts to walk down the tunnel avoiding debris from the commotion above. He steps out from the tunnel into a large cavern. He looks around and his eye catches the center of the room. "No, it can't be, it was destroyed! It really IS a God!"

"I do apologize, Master Roger sir!" Norman's voice called over the noise as he poked his head from a window. "But I have no idea what Big O is doing anymore, he seems to have a mind of his own."

Roger rolled his eyes. "Sister, you stay with Norman up there."

"Wait a minute!" Sister Bridget yelled, twirling around to grip Issac by the shirt. "If you're supposed to prevent that thing from coming back, then why did you show up now??"

Issac looked down at her and removed her hand. "The Big Omega is only running at two-thirds capacity; the madman is attempting to locate the prisms to bring it up to full power, of which he has two now. The last prism is within this unit." He indicated Dorothy.

Roger glanced at Dorothy who remained stonefaced. "Dorothy?"

"What did you think I am running on, Roger?" she asked. "Not from an electrical outlet."

Roger shrugged. "Nevermind. We need to follow him and dismantle the Megadeus before he tries to kidnap Dorothy again."

"Then take me with you, Roger," Dorothy stated. "It is better that I am there rather than being a sitting duck and have the house destroyed even more."

"We're wasting time," Issac said.

"Into Big O," Roger ordered.

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Guess this is becoming a collab fanfic. Oops.

Collabratory sounds good, let's go with it!
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Roger aimed his watch at Big O, they needed to stop the megadeus, and the only way to do that would be to get into the cockpit. Roger fired the grappling hook, it flew towards Big O and wrapped around one of the large, protruding blots. Roger checked to make sure line was secure and he grabbed Dorothy. "You'll have to find another way up to the cockpit, Isaac," Roger told the android, "My grappling hook can't stand the weight of two androids. Isaac nodded his head and ren towards a building and began scalling it. "It's showtime!" shouted Roger, reeling himself and Dorothy towards Big O.

Dorothy clung her arms around Roger's neck as they ascended upward, the cockpit entry opening. Roger dropped Dorothy in first, then swung himself in, landing in the pilot's seat.

Issac suddenly landed inside, taking up Roger's right while Dorothy stood to Roger's left.

"Okay, Big O," Roger said. "What's going on - "

The shadowy figure emerged from under a console. "Hee-hee-hee! I knew you would come, Smith! Urk!"

The 'Urk' came from Issac upper-cutting the man's jaw, making the black-clad figure fall into a heap.

"Dorothy," Roger said. "Take care of that ... " He shifted around in his seat, then muttered, "Damn, he readjusted my seat!"

((( :: Is a little confused on the last post :: )))

((( IM A BAD DOROTHY!!! Not only did I lose all internet access, when I got it back I couldn't find the thread. But I WILL get back in this! Mom, get me a pepsi and an ace bandage. Last time I stayed up all night typing, I got seriously injured. And now, like in all the RP's I've done since #14, that music is playing in my head and Rogers screaming 'Who the hell am I!' )))


:: Dorothy cracked her knuckles and slid under the console with the unconcious guy and dragged him out. Okay, nothing new, someone was after Roger...wasn't someone always after him? And who was Rogers new right-hand man? No time for that...the guy was coming to. First, she kicked Rogers seat, adjusting it perfectly. Not on purpose, just happened that way. Oh man...she could kill him, but Roger, or the guy for that matter wouldn't be to happy. She proceeded to beat the crap out of him and fling him over her shoulder, as to keep an eye on him. ::

"What does this guy want...and I already fixed your chair."

Dorothy is worse than Schwarzwald now...even HE never beat the crap outa people

Schwarzwald stares in disbelief as the figure of the Big Duo envelopes his entire vision. He grabs onto a handrail for support and gasps for breath. "This can't be true! But, it is!!! ITS WONDERFUL!" He leans forwards a little to far and the handrail breaks sending Schwarzwald into a uncontrolled fall. He lands on his head and blacks out.

::back at the only smothering church::

GAHH!!!! NOO!! (greatly sobbing) its..its its..gone..the prisim....is realeased....NONONO!!!.....who removed it!!!....my tree...is ruined!!!
NOOO!!....

(curles up into a crying ball)...hu...hu...hu fear........no not agian!!!
I wanted to leave....why megito.....leave me ALONE!!! WHO TOOK IT!!!
WHO WAS IT!!!!

::still in old brown cloak, hat and mask, Runs into catch up and observe the big o to wait and find out who took it...::

Damn you god.....