[RPG] The Big-Oh! RP — An Archive of Storytelling

Punching at the chain release buttons with the flat of his palm, he gritted his teeth, hoping to whatever forces in the universe there were that this would work.

" BIG O, TAKE HIM DOWN!!! "

< Sorry - weekend is always dodgy for net. Oo; >

Snake watched as a hole was made in Gaspard's armor where the chains hit the weak spot from the lazerbarage. "Yes!!! I knew it would work!!! Alright, LAZERBARAGE IT AGAIN!!!!" Another chunk of shell armor gets destroyed, revealing the body in yet another spot. "Yes! Keep it up!!!"



OOC: I know how you feel. It's tough to get online on the weekends, and now school's almost out.... Bummer for me.

Emelia felt her eyes widen as she took in every inch of the megadues from her childhood. Here, an almost replica of the machine, but, she realized, there were a few alterations. The mask, which she remembered fondly had been removed for a single eye piece. Many pieces of the megadues had changed.

...this is not his final form...

Emelia surprised herself with the thought, surpressing the gasp. She blinked at the machine.

Michael had piloted this machine, but how? How had anyone touched this creation, this megadues from my childhood.

...My childhood...why is he from my childhood. How did I find this? What is my connection? she thought to herself as the moments passed. Finally she turned to Alex.

"What have you done to him? That is not his true form," she snapped, pointing at Big Duo. Suddenly she reeled, realizing the words she had uttered. Her hands slapped on her mouth, covering her lips.

What am I saying? I barely know anything about Big Duo except that I've seen him before, but Alex doesn't know that...nor did Michael...no one except her and that other person...

Why can't I remember? she cried in her head as she watched Alex react.

Roger regains his composure, as he grasps the joystick...ready to make yet another strike on the fallen Megadeuce.

With all his might, he pushed forward on the controls...but stopped short.

Roger frowns, and pulls back...and tries again - with the same result of the punch not making any contact.

" DAMN IT - why can't I DO IT? " He uttered, frustrated. " This big is a MENACE, and needs to be destroyed... "

With a growl, Roger flips over the switches to activate the laser fire...again, finding himself unable to activate it fully.

What the hell was the matter with him? Why couldn't he finish the job...?

He activated the comm to Snake's frequency.

" Snake - something feels wrong here, I can't explain it...no matter what I want to do, I just can't destroy this thing. "

There was no other way to explain it - he could feel the rumblings in the back of his mind of something...distant memories, perhaps, that could explain this peculiar inability to act.

Or maybe...

The switches had resisted fiercly at being flicked, and the lever had jammed at the last second...was Big O actually refusing to act, itself?

What in the name of all that was good was going on?

~TBC~

"Perhaps Big-O does not think it is time to destroy Gaspard." Snake says.

Snake has seen this before.....but not for a long time.....




<TBC>

Angel, Beck, and Emilia ran from Snake's car, a barrage of noises blasting their ears from beyond the bridge. Big-O and the Military Police had arrived, and combined with Gaspard and Big Soh, the noise was almost unbearable. The three could not hear each other over the destruction, so they merely ran, hoping that they would not lose sight of each other amid the debris and dust shooting their way from the fight.

When at last they had gotten an acceptable distance away from the Bigs and the Military Police, they stopped to rest. Angel felt horrid; her hair and clothes were sweaty, her skin dirty. She longed for a hot shower and her bed. Emilia looked just as bad; her short brown hair clung to her face, and she looked ready to collapse. Beck's clothes were covered in dirt, but he quickly whipped out a mirror and comb from his jacket pocket and busied himself with cleaning his face and combing his hair.

Impulsively, Angel reached over and snatched Beck's comb. "Mind if I borrow this? Of course not," she said before he could answer. She ran the comb through her own matted hair, pulled it back into a ponytail at the base of her head. She offered it to Emilia, along with an extra hair tie from her pocket.

"I wasn't done with that," Beck growled.

"Don't be such a brat, Jason," Angel said flippantly. "We ladies need to keep up our appearances more than you do." Beck seethed at her words.

"I'm getting sick of putting up with your crap, Angel," Beck snapped. "What're we doing here, anyway? We lost crazy Snake-boy, we have no transportation, we're all tired, we're not sure what to do now, and we look terrible." He turned his chin up defiantly. "I, for one, am sick of this whole thing."

Emilia laughed, to their surprise. "You're right, Angel, he is a brat." This only made Beck more angry, but Angel was pleased to see that Emilia was no longer afraid of the buffoon.

"So.. what now? I'm getting impatient here." Beck was tapping his foot.

"What do you mean, 'what now'? We wait." Angel sat down, her back to the building they were currently outside. It was an apartment building of some sort, it seemed. A few lights were on, but for the most part, its residents were asleep or out.

"Wait for what?! I'm tired of waiting! I'm outta here!"

"Oh, don't be such a drama queen! You've stuck around this long; what, a little more will kill you? Is poor Jason Beck going to melt if he gets caught out in the rain?" Angel was beginning to feel as snappish as Beck.

"Um, guys.." Emilia said quietly.

She was ignored. "Yes, I'll melt! I'll melt into a puddle of yellow goo and it'll be all your fault! YOU explain to my informants why I'm no longer around!" Beck tugged at his tie, loosening it. It was awfully warm outside for nighttime.

"That's mature, Jason. Why do you act like such a child? You knew this operation was going to require patience! You knew it! But all night you've been acting like a two year old, whining that you want to go home!"

"Guys!" Emilia said again, louder this time.

"When you said it would require patience, you didn't mention anything about running off with complete strangers, almost getting caught in the middle of a Megadeus battle, and almost getting killed!"

"But you're not dead, are you? So stop whining! Sit down, shut up, and be a grown man!"

"Guys!" Emilia practically shrieked. Angel and Beck both jumped, startled that such a loud noise could come out of the fragile looking girl. They turned to her simultaneously, equal expressions of frustration on their faces.

"What?! If it's not one screaming woman, it's another!" Beck yelled.

Emilia was standing incredibly still, her muscles tense and rigid. Her eyes were wide with fear, breath coming in short gasps.

At her neck was a knife, held by none other than Alan Gabriel.

Snake looked over and saw his party near the scene. "I knew that they wouldn't stay put." Then he saw Emilia in danger, "WHAT? Not on my watch.... Big Soh, let's try to help Emilia..."



<TBC>

(OOC: Actually, Snake, we ran a good distance away from the fight, so you don't have to get involved.. unless you just really want to, I guess. )

Alan giggled delightedly behind Emilia, eyes locked beyond all doubt onto Angel's. It was hard to explain just how it was that one could see his glance flicker over to rove across Beck's form for a few scant seconds, but any onlooker could and would have noticed.

Oh, he so would have wanted to play, were circumstances not quite so demanding. But it was time for business.

"Angel... isn't it about time you stopped playing with mongrels? Don't forget, you have a job to do."

Before either of them could react, he leapt out of reach with a swiftness that shouldn't have been possible for a normal man-- but then, Alan was hardly a normal man. His hand stayed perfectly steady, never once allowing the knife to stray from Emilia's throat.

"Isalai, wasn't it? A lovely name for a lovely girl," he appealed in a theatrical voice, admiring the way her eyes widened in the reflection of the blade. "Well, then. You're going to be my flute."

Another leap back. Now they stood at the opposite end of the nearby alley, Alan grinning at the futile struggles of the woman in his arms. He gave Angel and Beck a sweeping gesture with his free arm.

"I am the Pied Piper! How does it feel to be the mouse for once, kitty? Come and follow my song!"

And with that, he and Emilia vanished beyond the brown brick wall.

(OOC: Not to dictate actions, but I think it'll work out better if Big Soh doesn't get involved. Your choice, though.)

Alex
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He scowled in response. "You do know something. I can see how you'd know this wasn't his truest form, but.. why so upset?"

Emilia kept fiercly quiet, refusing to dignify Alex with a response. Even the tehnician had the sense to keep his voice securely in his throat. The terse situation went on, until Alex noticed something out of his keenly trained peripheral vision: Big Duo's hand was moving. Slowly, slowly, almost invisibly it began to rise, fingers gradually stretching out as if in a reaching action... but to wha--

Alex's gaze quickly riveted itself back upon Emilia. Taking a broad stride, and knowing that she had not yet noticed, he stepped between her and the red megadeus, cutting off Big Duo's line of sight. He sensed that the hand was returning to it's owner's side. Inwardly relaxing, he decided that discretion was the best option considering what he now knew.

"Enough of him." Alex started, breaking the akward silence. "If you're wondering, it wasn't I who desired the changes. It was my... assisstant, who will be Big Duo's new pilot. But--" he continued, directing her attention to another form a distance away from Big Duo. "--that isn't truly what I wished to show you." Emilia felt a slight shock, though not as severe as the one that had occured when she had beheld the changes to Big Duo, as she saw the polished white metal of Big Fau.

Alex and Emilia began walking again, moving toward the white metal of Alex's megadeus. Freddy looked on as they strolled away, his eyes moving between the woman and the megadeus, amazed at what he had seen.

Vera
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"Blasted dogs!" Vera snarled as Dastun's artillery fire cut off Gaspard's stream of missles. She hadn't expected Paradigm's blind servants, the negotiatior, AND the Mercenary of Hell all at once. This was not the best situation to be in if one wanted to find the True Memories. She'd expected token resistance from the Military Police and a short but easily victorious battle with the Big O.

Expectations are cheap, she concluded.

Gaspard uttered a digital roar as it ripped the anchor chains from it's body, using them to drag Big O to the side. The black megadeus stumbled and fell, toppling over and knocking into Big Soh. As the brother units began to drop, the shell armor on Gaspard's chest slid open, revealing two twin panels. These too opened, revealing four missle bays much larger than the ones in the claw. They fired, streaking down on the two and consuming them in an explosion. The shockwaves blew against the artillery units violently, sending shards of rubble flying.

Vera grabbed a near-ruined telephone pole and hung on tightly as the wind from the missles's detonation swept over her, sweeping her hair and coat back.

"Such is the price of using a megadeus that requires no pilot." she muttered in annoyance, barely relazing her grip as the wind finally died down. Releasing her grip, she tugged the her collar tightly, adjusting her coat. "Still, it does provide some advantages."

Catching sight of Dastun's weapons, still active, she dashed in that direction, dodging behind chunks of building as cover in an attempt to get closer without being seen.

OOC: Not Get involved with what? Emilia? hmmmm. I'll think about that.

Anyway.....


BIC: "I hate Gaspard..." Snake said as blood ran from his mouth again. "...what am I supposed to do...."




<TBC>

Roland Bustems had been running around almost aimlessly for the past 10 minutes. He was a police officer, but not sure if he should continue his patrol for common criminals, or to see if the Military Police needed help controlling the giant robots.

A quake caused by Big O and Big Soh falling caused the clumsy fool to trip. Bustems fell onto Beck, crushing him under a large gut, and covering Beck in sweat, dirt, and grease. Roland lifted himself up, neither helping Beck up or offering an apology. He then glanced quickly at Angel, who was staring in the direction that Alan had just left. He noticed no emotion in her face at all. All Bustems could deduce about Angel was that he thought she was "hot."

"What'a you people? Stupid? There's a robot fight goin' on, but you guys is standin' around like idiots! If one o' those missles come flyin' here, you're gonna die! You need some help gettin' outta here or somethin'? I could carry you if you need it, lady."

"Carry her? She'll claw your eyes out before you can lay a hand on her!" Beck laughed. He was off the ground and grooming his hair again. Noticing the way Roland looked at Angel, he added, "I wouldn't get too attached if I were you."

Angel was already making her way over the wall that Alan and Emilia had vanished beyond. Thankfully, the alley was just like any other, full of plenty of trashcans and boxes of junk that could be stacked for climbing purposes. She stopped at the top, swinging herself into a sitting position on the wall.

"You coming or not, Jason?" She squinted in the moonlight. "I see you've found a new friend. An MP? Fancy that."

"Name's Roland Bustems, Miss," Roland said curtly. "Not MP, just a police officer."

"Fine, great. Look, I don't have time nor the inclination to learn your name. I've got business to take care of." With that, she jumped off the wall on the other side, calling over her shoulder, "Hurry up, Beck!"

Beck's eyes lit up. "She didn't call me Jason."

Roland sent him a questioning gaze. "That's a good thing?"

Beck grinned. "It's a start." He took off after Angel. He stopped after a few steps, turned back to Roland with a sly grin. "Look, if a weird guy with sunglasses, red eyes, dressed in black shows up.. you didn't see us, okay?"

Then Beck was gone as well.

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He caught up to Angel momentarily, tired just from the effort it took to get over the alley wall. "Couldn't you have just gone around the block?" He wheezed.

"This was faster." Angel's gaze was concentrated on the scenery directly in front of her, her brows knotted in the middle. Beck had to admit, she was cute when she wasn't shrieking at him.

"Do you have any idea where we should go from here?"

No answer.

"Angel?"

"No! I have no idea. But I'm sure Alan will tell me eventually."

Beck raised an eyebrow. "He'll tell you?" He shuddered. "That guy gives me the creeps. There's something very wrong about him."

"Tell me about it.. but he wasn't always this way." Angel drew in a breath, sighed. There was something akin to regret in that sigh, Beck mused.

"Oh really?"

"Long story. It's in the past. Better to leave it there."

Beck decided not to prod for once. "Well, how long before Alan tells us where he is?"

"He'll give us a signal eventually.. he called himself the 'Pied Piper' this time.. and he called Emilia his flute."

"That's all well and great, but what does it mean?"

In the distance, a scream was heard.

"It means we go that way," Angel said. She was off and running before Beck could reply.



(OOC: Feel free to tag along after us, Wazpy. I wasn't sure if you wanted to or not, so I left it open for you to decide. We're not terribly far away yet, still close enough for you to catch up if you want ) )

Roland scratched his head. He wondered why these two would be in such a rush to climb a wall, especially during a megadeus battle. Roland examined the clues as well as he could (which was pretty poor).

"Now why would those fancy lookin' people be out here...hidin' from a guy with sun glasses...sounds suspicious...I bet these are some big crime lords or somethin'...I t'ink I've seen that golden guy...before. Dis could be my big break...and maybe that woman will gimme some respect." Roland licked his lips.

Bustems clumsily climbed up the wall, causing a great deal of noise, mostly from tired grunts. A sudden jolt from the battle tripped him up and caused him to flop onto the other side of the wall comically.

Beck and Angel noticed him following them, but didn't think much of it. He was too out of shape to trail them for long anyway.

An outright cackle pierced the air at that last shriek of hers. Something in its tone just made the laughter bubble up and over. It was hilarious.

"Oh, that was perfect!"

He almost doubled over. He would've, if he wasn't wary of Isalai maybe, oh, fighting for her life if he let his guard down too long. In his zeal he thought he might have heard the girl ask him a question or two: where they were going, what he was going to do to her, silly things like that.

A shiver ran through Isalai's body as Alan's metal fingers slid through a lock of her hair, and he felt it acutely. He smiled in that blank, unpredictable way of his and replied with none of his standard mirth, "Don't worry. You're just a means to an end. There's a very important party to attend, and I'm rounding up the guests.

"Now, I think our trail's gone cold. Won't you sing for us again?"

Dastun sees the exposed missles in the chest of the robot and sees a great opportunity.

Dastun: "OK MEN! NOW IS OUR CHANCE TO FINISH OFF THIS THING! FIRE ALL WE HAVE AT HIS CHEST! BLAST THE HELL OUT OF THOSE MISSLES!"

with that the howitzers all fired into his chest. The plan was a success and the missles ignited and the chest was devestated in an implosion. The heap began to fall to the ground. "I think we did it."

"Ugh, what does Datsun think he's doing? those weapons are useless against Gaspard." Snake said.

Suddenly, a shake from the fight knocked Snake's sunglasses off, "NO!!! MY SUNGLASSES!!!! Unnnnnnnn, m-my head......not....not again.......AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

With that, Big Soh began to accelerate.....




<TBC>

Vera
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The missles inside of Gaspard's chest exploded, sending the megadeus stumbling back. It fell backwards, collapsing onto a building that was already partially destroyed. Dastun and his men looked on in shock, some beginning to cheer and cry out as they realized the full extent of just what they had accomplished. It may have been still alive, already beginning to raise up, but they had just done more damage in one attack than either of the black megadeus and the scarred megadeus combined had managed to score the entire battle.

Vera ducked behind another pile of rubble, casting a glance back at Gaspard as the explosion resonated through the air. The sight of the megadeus toppling to the ground sent another snarl to her face. She turned away, putting her sights back on Dastun's platoon, and continued on.

Dastun was just starting to get roped into the cheering himself, but the sounds were cut off at the sound of a voice.

"You Paradigm dogs."

Almost everyone in the company turned, looking at the source of the voice: Vera, arms crossed over her chest and her coat fluttering behind her in the light wind as she stood in front of them. Instantly several guns were trained on her. Smiling, she slowly lifted her arms, spreading her palms wide in the traditional manner of surrender.

"Hnnn hn hn hnnn hnn hnnnn hnn hn..."

The major watched as she began to hum, confused. The sound of gunfire and screams quickly drew him out of his confusion. Dastun spun around to find several guns now trained on him. Gasping in shock, he turned back to look at Vera, who was walking toward him with a still-considant smile spread across her face. She continued moving until the two were no more than a body length away, both staring each other down, Dastun's eyes filled with hate.

"Our agents are everywhere, you Paradigm fool." Vera said, tilting her head to the side in an expression of genuine pity. "You can't possibly expect to win." Dan stared on, unchanging, until he suddenly lashed out, punching Vera in the gut. As she keeled over, he gave her a right to the side of the face, knocking her down a few feet away into the pavement. Before he could react, almost every one of the Union members had their guns cocked and ready to fire.

"If you shoot him..." Vera gasped, clutching her abdomen painfully. "I will personally kill you myself." At her words, they lowered their barrels. She struggled to her feet, regaining that insane gleam in her eyes. She took her coat in one hand and flung it away, crouching down slightly into a fighting postion.

"You're not very courteous to your foes. That shows determination. I think I can respect you."

Gaspard stood up. It's upper chest's shell armor had been almost blown away, revealing the durable but still weaker metal underneath. Impossibly, one large missle remained; it used it almost immediatly, firing into Big Soh's torso as the scarred megadeus began to accelerate. Ready for anything, it backed away, lifting it's claw up to be prepared to pary an attack.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Snake yelled as a fist flew at Gaspard. The claw of Gaspard stopped the punch, and knocked over Big Soh, Gaspard stepping over it. "BE GONE, GASPARD!!!!! LAZERBARAGE!!! COMPLETE SCHIZO-BLITZ!!!!!" Upon those words, the arm lazers, wrist lazers, head and eye lazers, and a massive number of chest lazers were revealed and armed. "FIRE!!!!!!"

Gaspard was hit with a blast capable of destroying just about anything. Surprizingly, Gaspard was not destroyed. Instead, the force sent Gaspard into the air and out of the dome.

"Roger, I'm taking off to my new hiding spot. I'll get in contact later."

With that, Big Soh took off....




<TBC>


(Next Post, the hiding spot....)