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exsiliumlogs2012-04-05 03:33 pm
evilboygoofball) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-04-05 03:33 pm
[open to all] LET'S STEAL CHRISTMAS
Date & Time: 05/04/12 - Midnight
Location: Several different broken into apartments...
Characters: Jack Spicer and YOU!
Summary: Jack is getting desperate for materials, so he's breaking into people's apartments to take anything of value.
Warnings: Possibly violence (HE'S PROBABLY GONNA GET BEATEN UP A WHOLE LOT.....)
[Waiting it out and playing good guy in order to earn enough money to buy resources just didn't sit well with Jack. He'd considered several different methods of gathering the necessary tools but this was the quickest and easiest way he could think of. Once it hit midnight, he left his own living quarters and went off into the night with nothing but his backpack and a burlap sack, stalking the halls of exsilium and blending in quite well with everything, inwardly mocking people who made fun of his outfit. USEFUL NOW ISN'T IT. In any case, he eventually came across a door, tossing a few looks down either side of the hall before a mechanical limb extended from his backpack, a small key shaped object at the end of it, which inserted itself into the lock of his current target. For a few seconds it'd just sort of jiggle around in the lock, before the door clicked open, the limb retracting back into his backpack. He was getting the hang of using this 'sentient weapon' thing, and he was really loving it so far, especially since he discovered it can do things like this. Now that he was in, it was just a case of robbing a few suckers blind and reaping the benefits the next day, or so he thought.]
[ooc: feel free to have potential victims react however you want! Maybe they find him, maybe they're still asleep, anything goes! B)]
Location: Several different broken into apartments...
Characters: Jack Spicer and YOU!
Summary: Jack is getting desperate for materials, so he's breaking into people's apartments to take anything of value.
Warnings: Possibly violence (HE'S PROBABLY GONNA GET BEATEN UP A WHOLE LOT.....)
[Waiting it out and playing good guy in order to earn enough money to buy resources just didn't sit well with Jack. He'd considered several different methods of gathering the necessary tools but this was the quickest and easiest way he could think of. Once it hit midnight, he left his own living quarters and went off into the night with nothing but his backpack and a burlap sack, stalking the halls of exsilium and blending in quite well with everything, inwardly mocking people who made fun of his outfit. USEFUL NOW ISN'T IT. In any case, he eventually came across a door, tossing a few looks down either side of the hall before a mechanical limb extended from his backpack, a small key shaped object at the end of it, which inserted itself into the lock of his current target. For a few seconds it'd just sort of jiggle around in the lock, before the door clicked open, the limb retracting back into his backpack. He was getting the hang of using this 'sentient weapon' thing, and he was really loving it so far, especially since he discovered it can do things like this. Now that he was in, it was just a case of robbing a few suckers blind and reaping the benefits the next day, or so he thought.]
[ooc: feel free to have potential victims react however you want! Maybe they find him, maybe they're still asleep, anything goes! B)]
All the CR.
Seriously though Jack's going to bag that kettle, sling the sack over his shoulder then make a break for the door.]
Robbing you blind, old man! Later, sucker! Haaaahahahahahaha!
[will he make it though.....]
Every last drop.
[And with a wave of his cane, a school bell echos in the distance and the door you were about to run out of just closed and locked itself Jack.
Meanwhile, a sinister smile is creeping up Mod's face, his cane sparking with electricity causing his glasses to gleam.]
You really should know better than to rob from a Brit.
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Ah, but that is where you're wrong! Because if you ask me, you shouldn't be underestimating the ingenuity of...
JACK SPICER! EVIL BOY GENIUS!
[And with his new and improved backpack courtesy of the initiative, two extendable mechanical limbs emerge from either side of it with drills on the end, which lunge towards the door and attempt to bore straight through it!]
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so he's going to pause, retract both limbs anddddddd...]
...If you're gonna hit me, just don't do it in the face!
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...however, his expression changed to an impressed one at the site of his backpacks maneuver...maybe he wasn't hopeless after all...
His cane stopped sparking, and with a twirl, Moddie was back to leaning on it.]
I'll decide whether or not I should twhack you and where, lad.
[Grin's back.]
Now, you said something about being an evil genius, right?
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[well, he's calmed down a little and grinning too. If there's one thing Jack Spicer does, it's show how damn smug he is about himself.]
See this backpack here? Not even that big a deal. Once I get my hands on some decent equipment I'll have a robot army up in no time.
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[He laughs.]
Now that's what I like to 'ere! I don't mean to brag, (yes he does) but I 'appen to be quite fond of robotics myself. Built an army of robots, British Engineering of course. Bloody heroes didn't even know what hit em'.
[He bows, grinning from ear to ear.]
Name's Mad Mod, super villain, at your service.
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Whoawhoawhoa-hold up a sec' here. You're a super villain?
A genuine, full time meddle-in-heroic-affairs-take-over-the-world kind of super villain?
Cause the robot army thing does sound pretty impressive...
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[Feeding his massive ego? Always a wise move.]
Yer damn right it's impressive! Took over a whole city all by myself. About time those Yanks got a bit o' culture.
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Nice to see not everyone around here is some kind of goody two shoes do-gooder hero type!
Sorry about being late! ;W;
Oh absolutely, can't the stand goody-two shoe types. Horrible taste in fashion, ridiculously noble to the point you want to gag, an' no sense of realism. Not to mention always ruining the plans of 'ard working villains!