LeeRoy

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Of course it's sarcastic, I love the fact that the thread has been so cordial lately. People been so polite and shit.

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Yeah, we're awful talkative.

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Currently, there is no story. The GM is out and the people are running their own deals.

Daemon Web- NMV

Well, for the sake of fighting. Let's say we're currently standing on a very sizeable chunk of rock. About the largest chunk of rock on the planet's surface.

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I have yet to see it, don't ruin it :U

Daemon Web- NMV

Fury had told him to fuck off. Alright, there would be no introductions. Kanitah nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out two cords from them. Each cord was tipped with a small black bud. The old veteran slid these buds into his ears and pressed his pocket a bit, pressing a button on a small black box held within. They began to rumble with the sound of the deepest and heaviest bass imagineable. "See, usually I follow up introductions with this. But since you don't have the common courtesy of introductions, then I suppose I'll get right to it then."



Rings of energy shimmering around his body, Kanitah tensed up and exploded into a mad sprint. Webs exploded around his feet as he ran, quickly closing the gap between him and Fury. The fireen's decidedly slow walk was about to be a bad decision. Just before the gap closed, the pundambayan raised his hand and leapt towards Fury. With his back turned to Kanitah this was going right for the back of his big blue head.

With every single ounce of momentum and force behind this punch he was going to leave a mark on Fury, and teach him the meaning of respect. This was a pretty straight forward punch, the kind that you see in MMA. Kanitah's arm rocketed forwards at Fury, aiming directly at the back of his head with a sharp aerial haymaker. If that didn't get the message across that Kanitah wasn't the kind to turn your back to, then nothing will.

Daemon Web- NMV

Of all the times for silence, this is not it.

*Stares at Khan's absence of the world 'Online'*

Darashal -NMV

When Maxwell left he dropped the gauntlets and whistles before him, telling him about his plan to have them welded on. Not quite yet, LeeRoy's got something else on his mind. With Maxwell gone he quickly rerouted all power to the medical bay, then got up from the console and dashed in there. The blue lights overcasting what was about to happen. LeeRoy tapped into a small pad on the wall and a tube with a fresh and strong clone floating inside. Barking out an order to the ball robot it complied with a few beeps and immediately rolling into action.

Stripping down to his birthday suit, the scientist himself laid down on the metal table and strapped himself in, this process would be even more painful than the jaw resetting. Inside the tube the fluid that suspended the clone drained out through the bottom, and the body limply flopped against the window. Ball robot opened up the window and caught LeeRoy's new body, strapping it into a chair nearby the table. It wheeled his new form up to the table with LeeRoy and strapped it into place. Neither of them needed to move during this process.

For the sake of not writing out gorey details, I'm just going to tell you what the robot did. It withdrew LeeRoy' spinal column, brainstem, and brain out from his old body, and place it inside of the new body. When that was finished the ball placed LeeRoy on the table face down. The machine that repaired his jaw now reset everything into this new body. Maxwell's return was still a few hours away, finding 12 tons of Boron steel isn't a quick process. Let alone hauling it.

By the time LeeRoy was back on his feet and redressed, Maxwell's return was still a half hour away. LeeRoy disposed of his old body into the tube and resealed the room.

Exiting the medical bay he felt stronger, so much stronger, this was to be expected. This new body was a supersoldier, it looked and moved the exact same as his old form. But it was exponentially more efficient.

Opting to not piss off Maxwell he went straight to the gauntlets and picked up the tubes, shaking them about and trying to figure out whether they would still work. The idea came to his head to blow in them. This was met with the surprising result of bubbles floating out of the hole, along with the screaming whistle. "What?"

'What?'

LeeRoy checked inside to see if there was any trace of water or soap, or to be honest, anything. The scientist groaned with frustration, realizing, this isn't logical. "This is magic."

But! Maxwell requested that he weld them to his gauntlets. No problemo.

Within a few short minutes the task was completed, and the gauntlets were prepared to be used with the whistling bubble blowers.

Maxwell showed up with the fuckton of supplies shortly after completing the process, and LeeRoy smiled at the convenience. "Just in time."

Daemon Web- NMV

And posted.

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Fortunately this skinny man was fast enough to survive the surprise attack, not only that, but he was already fleeing. Bidding a hasty introduction as he shot off into the distance. The veteran heaved a sigh of relief as he didn't witness the death of an innocent man before his eyes. Kanitah was not sure he could have taken that. Now, his attention turned to Fury speaking to himself it seemed. Khold was too far away for him to hear so Fury was just standing there, speaking to the air. Then the words passed his lips that sealed Kanitah's decision.

"I suggest you let it go."

Was what followed the assault, this man was some kind of crazy if he thought that Kanitah was just going to let him get away with what he nearly did to Khold. Such cruelty behind those words as Khold fled the scene. Tension seized the air between them for a moment as Kanitah stood there, observing him for a moment. Literally sparking with energy, Fury's body was some kind of conduit for energy. News like this did not bode well for Kanitah. While he was gifted with Darligrov, he had no idea what kind of power Fury had. With a flick of his wrist he was able to project a wide beam of energy that likely would have cleaved Khold in half. Projectile energy and a passive leaking of energy? This man made Kanitah uneasy.

But fuck that, he's Kanitah. The Hero of Pundambaya.

"As a man who fights for the Justice of those who cannot, I will not simply allow this to pass. Your crimes include assailing a man with his back turned, and attempted murder. Where I come from, these are crimes punishable with extreme severity and bias." Clearing his mind of all inhibitions and hesitation he stared down Fury."My name is Kanitah Noraha Ayna. I would appreciate you telling me the name of the man who I shall be beating to a pulp today." The metal backpack that clung to his body with a few secure straps felt awful close right about now, as though it beckoned him. This idea was shaken out of his head immediately, the engine was only in case of foes who he knew he could never defeat without it.

There was a feeling in the air, the residual chill in the air left behind after Khold had fallen to the ground and left behind a haunting quiet. It was a wild and untameable something, something that you only feel just before standing on a battlefield with a foe that you're uncertain you can defeat. And though Kanitah's nerves were steeled, he felt this air in his very bones, it was irresistible. And somewhat. . .Addictive.