Rogue Isles

"Night night!" Lightwave pulls the trigger, and nothing happens. "Oh darn. Lucky you. But lucky me, I still have two more tries!" She pulls out her revolver and shoots him in the face.

The bullets ricochet off of his face and into the nearest three walls, yes three, don't ask how just accept it. "I warned you, doesn't work like that with me."

"Oh damnit. I hate guys like you. So. Fucking. MUCH!" Lightwave screams, shooting him repeatedly, in the space of a single stopped second.

"Don't be impolite, guys refer to mortals." he finally lets out a wide, evil grin.

TQK floats away, holding a hand up so that he may survey his surroundings using his natural luminescence as well as his new energy out put. Scanning the area, he searches for the way out, not bothering with the petty squabbles of those around him. Anyone looking at TQK would notice the severed head of Techid floating behind him, sprinkling blood upon the floor as it moves throughout the room. Now that he has killed his hated nemesis, all TQK wishes to do is figure out a way to return his powers to their original city. Unfortunately, the way he did this before will not work, as he is currently banned from both Paragon and Millenium City.

Unnecessary confrontations. Such was something that not only displeased the cooling head of the mage sword duo, but also the burning iron that was Circa. However novel a companion, Lightwave was proving an endangerment. Break Heart would have to note to its keeper the acidity of their, for the moment, blood bonded associate. The sentient sword was just as much goal oriented as its' master, albeit in a much different flavor. A comparison similar to mint chocolate as opposed to caramel flavored ice cream could be drawn. Methodology and analytical procession between the two forces were worlds unto themselves. Worlds that often meshed, merging into the sort of thing akin to frozen dessert in potatoes. One wouldn't initially agree with it, however, upon trying such they will figure that the items merge well. Thus is the painting of the Circa Heart.

Circa's head turned to Lightwave. "We do not have time for this" Break Heart spoke "If you hate him he's best forgotten". The sword was sure the erratic girl wasn't going to listen, but for the sake of the its' end objective it had to try. Break Heart shifted its gaze over to Night. "Even so, you appear male sir. You walk like a gentleman, and speak as such. So common logic determines you are in fact a gentleman. Anything other than androgynous logistics usually factors a gender check in referring to a singular life form or unit, as I'm certain you're aware. Moreover, you take a mortal form. Alas, I digress. Please leave. You distract our hyperactive compatriot, whom which we desire, for better or worse, as a guide to this place. Though the child is indeed an instigator, I'd be hard pressed to defend her. Frankly, I'd not want it to come to that".

Lightwave is over at the chair, suddenly no longer caring about the not so human. "Hmm... Stupid place to put a power source." She comments, sitting down. "Now, if I were an idiot, where would I put the door...." She ponders.

"Somewhere notsohidden, or obvious..." He says to Lightwave, then turning to Break Heart. "Although I respect your word, regretfully, I decline. I have no intention of distraction, but I offer my assistance, I have ties and connections everywhere and some of those particular connections reach beyond what you may think. I informed the female of my condition to bullets and the effect that they have on me. Whether you accept my help or not, I'm coming along. Besides," he grins in a more polite manner. "This is great! 'Tis the most fun I've had in awhile."

Lightwave nods... "Got it! Bloodtoy, I want lightning in the large tube above my chair. Maybe you are useful, notsohuman fuck." She says, smiling widely at Nightbringer.

"Lightning? Hmm..." He pulls out a cell phone, making a call over to hell.

TQK continues to ignore the others, sending minute traces of gravity into the wall, testing each section carefully.

Break Heart began weaving magic through the hallowsian hand rune method, utilized by druid folk, those desensitized to mana, and mages whom have drained their mana pool. The sword's reasoning for current utilization of runes was to not disturb the revitalization process occurring with it's master. Within the blitz of battle, even experienced mages would find themselves at a loss due to the memorization and execution of weaving. A degree of exactness and precision is required, and to be so ninety nine out of every one hundred instances is akin to lying. Circa's hands moved moderately fast, a photographic memory could've figured the specifics of Break Heart's hand puppetry if looked over thoroughly. Circa's hands lit up with a faint essence of lightning on the tip of each finger. Her sword partner maneuvered it's host body to that of the tube above the empty throne. Lightning type mana was transferred to the cylindrical container. As lightning mana was "super" natural, as opposed to that of the occasional bout of energy sparked during a storm, Break Heart presumed what little it mustered would be sufficient to power any networked systems in association with the throne. Circa's body pivoted one hundred and eighty degrees and walked back before returning to face the chair to await the effects of Break Heart's previous action.

The room and building powered back on, fueled by magical energy. "Heh. I'm a genius. Kids like this are always arrogant." She starts playing around with the buttons on the arms of the chairs, until one opens a large hole in the wall in front of the chair. "Well, if any of you want to leave, now is the time." She throws a glare at Nightbringer.

The Quantum King floats through the hole, saying nothing to anyone, and giving off body language that clearly stated that it was their privilege to open the wall for him.

Gryphon chuckles. "And iiiif I don't waaaant to leavvve?" Sh draws out the sounds deliberately, wings stretching and settling.

"I'll shoot youuu. It will huuuurt." Lightwave says, in a singsong voice, raising her weapon of choice.

Gryphon chuckles, spreading her wings. "I'd maaaake a betterrr alllllly than I woullld a ffffoe."

"Better plan that lets me not kill you and have to finger paint all over my walls. You don't bother me, I don't bother you, and I get to go have naptime. K?" She says, shooting down cameras on the walls one by one.

Quantum King arrives at a door that leads out into the sewers.

"A sssspy isss a usssseful thiiiing to haaave. Assss isss a thieeeef."

Gesturing at said door, The Quantum King frowns as much as he can without, you know, a mouth, unable to generate the force required to open it. With a scowl, he attempts to push it open, being very careful not to snag his suit in anything.

Lightwave grins a mirthful grin. "Can you paint in blood?" Blood is the best kind of paint, she thought to herself. "Mmm... I'm going to need SO many corpses." She says as she looks around her new base of operations.

She laughs, a cackling, raspy sound. "Of coursssse."

TQK flails at the door ((and the GM)), before tilting what passes for his head these days.