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Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

He was panting hard with the effort, himself, as he came around the corner and saw her ducking through a door. He galumphed in his hitched, fast-limping way to the door, and pried it open, ducking into the dimness within. He heard noises in the depths of the room, and stealthily limped over there, staying within the shadows. He peeked out from behind a stack of crates just in time to see the automated manhole cover slide aside, and she jumped down. He cursed, until he noticed the cover was still open. Yes, finally, a little luck, he muttered, as he hobbled quickly toward the open portal. As he drew close, he heard the servos start to hum, and took a one-footed leap, dropping through the hole just as the cover started to slide shut. If his hair had been longer, he might have had it caught, but as it is, he dropped into the darkness, and only belatedly realized he had no idea what sort of drop he was having to deal with. He stretched out a hand, and hit a rung. He winced a the impact, and was afraid he'd broken his thumb, but he nevertheless grabbed the rung, and halted his drop. He suppressed his own groan of pain, but listened, seeing if he could hear her footsteps or anything else.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

At a limping pace she continues her way hoping she could still navigate the maze like structure that was the tunnel system under the city. The capes had their own system she had found out once when she had followed one down the subway system and saw her disappear through a panel in the wall. It was almost impossible that neither tube system didnt intersect at some point, but they hadnt, each seemed to have stolen a section of the old tunnels dug years ago and annexed it as their own before expanding. Widow had either bought out or most likely killed off anyone who tried to use what she called her system without proper toll payment. With each sloshing step Mouse was thankful for her thigh high boots. It was bad enough she was hurting, but to have her feet wet would just make the already miserable situation worse. As it was she was going to have to hope some painkillers would get her through the day, heals were going to be hell after tonight. She took sharp turn to the left heading west, or at least she hoped it was west. While impractical signs in this dismal place would be rather useful, she mused as she took another quick turn and stopped dead in her tracks. She hadnt been paying attention to her surroundings as she suddenly hit a black out in the tunnel. A pair of glowing red eyes, suddenly manifested into eight as she let out a blood curdling scream, the echo in the concrete tunnel being nearly deafening to those nearby. She quickly started taking a few steps back and she reached towards her pouches.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

A hand gripped her shoulder-strap and pulled, dragging her into a side corridor. There's another one coming up behind, Baker said in a soft, businesslike tone, as he led the way, half-dragging her down the smaller corridor. Did you know there were giant-ass spiders infesting this place when you popped down here? He barely gave her time to answer as he rushed them both down the dimly-lit tunnel. God, Papa Anansi will be jealous as hell if I ever get the chance to tell him about it. He paused at another intersection, and listened. He heard the skittering from behind them, but there was more coming from ahead. The side passage was even narrower, but that wasn't a bad thing in this situation, so he dragged her into it with him. Have you got anything capable of scaring them off behind us, or closing up the passage or something? They could be running us into a dead end.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

As soon as she stopped screaming and released what it was that had a hold of her now, she paused to give Baker and incredulous look. Of course, hence why I was screaming. Its how I say hello. She shakes her head and pulls a hand from her pouch as he continues dragging her. These are newalthough I do have to kick Widow for outsourcing her genetics again. Bitch always outsourcing just to save a few pennies. She scoffed and looked at the contents in her hand as she stopped. She had no clue who, or what Anansi, but right now that didnt matter. Either a cape had gotten into the tunnels or Widow just wanted to assert her authority once more. All she had left at this point was a flash, a smoke, a stunner and well she couldnt remember where the hell this blue mouse came from and she was loathe to try it. Madd was getting senile as of late and while he tried to be kind with giving her new items, they werent always the best things for a situation, especially when he forgot he made them, what they did, or to tell her he made something. Brilliance and madness were only a razors edge apart. Correction you could be running us to a dead end, Im so mixed up right now I havent a clue as to where we are. She huffed, not willing to acknowledge he had possibly helped her in some way. I only have a flash, a smoke and a stunner and unless youve got some sort of mouth guard I dont suggest the latter cause Im not dragging your ass out of here. Dont you even have anything useful?
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

What, like a gear belt? Go all Nightstalker with the gadgets and scary cowl mask? No thanks, my clothes get trashed enough, I don't waste money on that stuff anymore. He peered ahead, trying to see turn-offs, maybe a pressure door, something so they could take a moment and take stock of their surroundings. I tend to improvise. I got a Coalition comlink, keys, a couple of bandannas, a plastic bottle, Swiss Army knife, some gum, and a cellphone. Any of that sound like something you can work with? He thought about the venom capacity of a spider that size. Technically, a critter that size ought not to have the kind of speed and ability these spiders had displayed, but when you were dealing with gene-gineering, a lot of impossibles were made possible. Given that, who could say what the venom was going to do? He knew enough about his own capabilities and he'd better, after all those decades the he wasn't worried for himself as long as he wasn't stupid about it, he'd survive most anything. But he couldn't be sure Lab Mouse could say the same, and thief or not, she needed help. He glanced back at her, saw the devices in her hand. Well, wait, you've got four mice, what's the fourth do?
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

She picked up the blue mouse by the tail, holding it out in front of her betwixt two white fingers. Im not sure and Im a little afraid to find out. She looked at the white, gray and yellow mouse in her hand before looking back at the poorly dressed man, finally taking note of just how bad he looked. There was much more tearing, more blood and less clothing than there had been before. He looked like a wreck and the urge to hand him a five crept into her mind. The bandana might help you if I use any of these. The stunners pack a punch so youll need to make sure thats tied tight. Im hurting far too much to deal with dragging you. She transfers the blue mouse to her hand with the others. She reached into another pouch pulling out a special piece of white cloth tying it across her mouth. Any idea how many there could be? Ive only get three of these things. She thought back trying to think the last time she had refilled her pouches at the lab, it had been probably a month or two before and she hadnt come across the mouse in all that time. She could hear things moving in the tunnels, but it was hard to tell from where with the reverberations. She felt tempted to ask if his phone had GPS, but thought better of it. He probably had a pre-paid brick or even worsea dinophone that only made calls. The comlink was a horrid idea. It would lead them right to the tunnel and her and cause more headaches than she had the current stamina to deal with. Thinking back to the last time she had come through here, she bit down on her lip. We should head left.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Baker nodded at her suggestion, and took out the standard red bandanna. He dipped it into some of the water that seemed to pool in the dank tunnels, and then tied the wet cloth around his mouth and nose. He wasn't worried about germs, as his system could fight off any infection if he could fight off polio, he could handle whatever bugs might be lurking in a random puddle. You keep talking about dragging me. I'm gratified that you're not the type to leave me for the spiders, but honestly, if you have to, I advise you to do so. They came up to a Y-intersection, and he paused, listening, before he took the left fork. He didn't hear skittering down either corridor, but the noises behind them were slightly louder. Fate tends to smile on me, in general. I get messed up pretty bad, but I haven't died yet. He hustled down the tunnel, looking for turn-offs or a door or something so far, nothing. He decided to continue telling her a story, if only to take her mind off worrying overmuch about their situation. There was this time Bad Tripp -- Hippie-themed villain, this was the '60s -- had gotten me cuffed and helpless in a warehouse. Here I was on my knees, and Tripp's hench -- because Tripp claimed guns bummed him out, man -- Tripp's hench had a .45 on me, execution style, right? No way out, is what you're thinking. Well, two things happened at the same time the .45 hit a dud bullet, and got jammed, and the retaining pin for a big part of the warehouse's cargo winch broke. Metal fatigue, is what they said. Point is, the henchman stepped back to un-jam the pistol, and this big honking block of metal swung down on a cable from the ceiling and caught me square in the side, lofting me up and sending me out the third-story window of the warehouse. This was dockside in, I think it was San Diego. So I go sailing out of the warehouse and into the ocean nearly fifty yards out, hands cuffed behind me, broken arm and some ribs, semi-conscious, fully clothed. How I kept from drowning is a different story let's just say I was lucky there were some harbor seals around, and that I had some beef jerky in my pocket at the time. He paused for just a moment, as he saw ahead a slightly brighter-lit portion of the tunnel, in front of what seemed like a hatchway, akin to a submarine hatch, complete with a spinny latch wheel in the center of the door. Well, hallelujah, looks like a way to keep these suckers out. At that instant from a ventilation gap in the ceiling just above the hatch, eight glowing red eyes appeared, and another spider came crawling out, sticking to the top of the tunnel. Baker glanced backward, and saw sixteen more red points in the dimness behind them, with a suggestion of more movement farther back. All right, he breathed, if you think that gas'll work on arthropods, by all means, let's do it.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Mouse was only half hearing the story the man in front of her was telling. Er brain was methodically picking out key points to ask about later when she wasnt focusing on trying to remember the layouts of the underground in her head. After Widows last payment she had avoided them like the plague. She shook the thought from her mind, even as she took notes to check the web again to make sure a video of the incident hadnt ended up on the web. She stopped when he did and looked at the bulkhead styled door. She didnt recall this or where it went, but that wasnt too hard a thing to understand as her ankle reminded her of its presence once more. She stifled a gasp as first eyes appeared and then a fully fledged spider. Lets hope this works. Get that opened now. She tossed the gray mouse on the ground trying to aim for a dry spot. It took a second, a second of baited breath and a nearly exploding heart, but finally a large plume of smoke began erupting from the small mechanical device. She quickly shoved the smoker and the blue into her pouch as she got ready to move forward.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Baker watched her throw, and took a deep breath, holding it as the gas began to billow out. He moved forward swiftly, or as swiftly as he could with his limp, making sure the girl in white was following. The spider on the ceiling began to get a little less sure in its grip, and as Baker approached, it reached out with its long fore-limbs, gnashing its pedipalps, but it was shaky in its movements, and slow. Baker took the chance, and flashed out a hand, grabbing one of the forelimbs and yanking to the side. The spider lost its grip, screeching madly as Baker bashed it into the wall, and abruptly into the other wall. He then whipped it up to smash its carapace into the ceiling before whipping the stunned, possibly mortally wounded beast around behind him into an underhand toss that skated the poor thing on down the corridor and into the distant dimness, just as he came abreast of the hatch. He tried to turn the wheel quickly, but it resisted. The skittering behind them got louder, as he strained on the wheel. He grunted, wasting precious air, then he paused. Hang on, he said, before he could stop himself. He pushed, and the door swung open. It was already unlocked no wonder the wheel hadn't turned. He dashed into the darkness, helped Mouse through, and slammed the hatch, finding the wheel in the dark so he could turn it and lock the door closed. There were some pathetic tappings and scrapings on the metal almost immediately afterward, but they were disoriented, the spiders probably still under the effects of the gas. I think we're safe for now, he breathed in the darkness. Unless I just set us up to turn on the light and find we're in some kind of death-trap. Do you have a glowing mouse handy?
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Pushing into the hatch behind the hobo, Mouse was gasping for breath and without caring slumped against the wall. She couldnt see spiders in the pitch so it didnt matter if they were there at that moment or not, her exhaustion claiming her. Not everything I own is a Mouse you know. I dont drive a Mouse-mobile or have a mouse-house she snidely remarked. The temptation to rip of her thigh high boot was ever growing in her mind and the only high point was that in the pitch she had found out the ground was dry. Reaching into her back pouch on the left side she pulled out two small sticks, cracking one and then shaking vigorously. The small stick started to glow gaining brightness with each passing second. She looked at the hobo before tossing the stick at him and repeating the same maneuver with the remaining one. The faint blue white light lit up a tiny portion of the room, but it was far from illuminating the entirety. Holding the stick to her face she sighs. This is all your fault, you know. If you hadnt decided to break the law by being a vigilante you could be home in the alley, watching TV and I could be sleeping and not wanting to gnaw off my leg. She rubbed at her temple, and fixed her mask where her rubbing had disoriented it. I dont know if were safeI have no clue where we are or how many of those thing there are. It was the truth. She was so turned around that for all she knew they could be back under Holks Fine Jewels and shed never know it. Hell they could die down here, although she doubted it. There used to be camera surveillance at one point, it was how she had gotten caught down here before. Guess this was more cost effective than running the electricity to the cameras. Hope youre happy.
Thread: The Chronicles of Cityopolis [Mr.MasterxAkumaTsuki]

Yes, thats right, he said, catching the glow-stick easily. Lets blame all the law-breaking tonight on me. Because clearly, there were no other mistakes being made, not at all. While she continued, he held the stick up and took a few steps forward, looking around the space. Low ceiling like the rest of the tunnel complex, but a fairly spacious room, reasonably fresh air but lots of dust, no automatic lights and no furniture within sight. Disused storage room, or some other purpose that hadnt been required for a while. It seemed a good temporary respite. When she was done, he turned back to her and smiled. Maybe I am happy. After all, Ive seen that movie, but I havent seen four foot black widows before. His eyes narrowed. We seem to be safe for the moment, and your limp has been getting worse. Lets have a look at that ankle. He saw the beginnings of her look and held up his hands. Were both in this together for now, and both of us need to be mobile. Ive been a lot of things in my life, and a medic is one of them. I ought to be able to at least treat your injury while we rest up a bit. So sit down there, and lets get that boot off. assuming grudging acceptance As he hunkered down to help peel away the white boot, he muttered, You really ought to go all the way, commit to the theme. I mean, youre already wearing the ears. Get a Mouse-mobile, have a Mouse House. Or make it a cave, call it the Mouse Hole. Youd avoid trouble with Disney, that way, too. He chuckled. If youd had a Mouse-copter, we wouldnt be in this mess.
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

Maria sat in the living room waiting for her best friend to come home. She had been living there for about a week now because of issues she had at her own place and her friends, single mother was nice enough to let her move in or at least stay until she was able to get things worked out in her own home. She sighed, it still felt strange to be staying in someone else's home. Specially when her friend was at work and would not be home for 8 hours. She had no idea what she could and could not do there. It was awkward for her to be there, but she was cozy as well, thankful that they took her in.
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

Janet walked into the living room. Hey Maria. I hope everything has been to your liking. It was obvious she had been cleaning because she had on rubber gloves and an apron. Janet was also carrying cleaning supplies. If you don't mind hanging with an older lady like myself, we can find something fun to do until Becky gets home Her smile was genuine
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

Maria smiled back at her and nodded, Okay. That would be nice. It would help ease her a little more than sitting around and feeling useless while Janet cleaned. She was a shy person and being around older people made her feel a little uneasy, but she knew she would have to get used to it. Janet was nice enough to take her into her home and take care of her. Maria wasn't going to pass up the time to be grateful about it.
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

Well, there's games and movies in that wardrobe over there. Janet pointed to the wardrobe in question. I even have some old clothes we can use if say you want to put on a skit. She chuckled. Or we could even just sit on the couch and talk, get to know each other more. Janet's eyes slowly wandered up Maria's body, taking the sight in with a smile. Decide what you want to do while I go put this stuff away. She headed out the room
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

A skit? Maria wondered what kind of things Janet liked. She found that a little odd, but it could just be because a lot of people her own age didn't do skits for fun, they did them for school. Whatever is fine. Maria smiled. She would wait until Janet came back down for them to decide something.
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

It wasn't long before Janet walked back down. Her black hair out of the ponytail she had previously had it in. Her skirt and top smoothed out. Well, did you decide?
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

Um... not really. She laughed. I was wondering what you had in mind for the skit though. Maria replied as she looked Janet over. She had changed and Maria smiled, the outfit looked much better than the one she cleaned in.
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

No real ideas. Just thought a little roleplay might help you ease up around me. Let you feel like you're someone else for a while. Janet allowed her eyes to roam over Maria's body again. She then sat down next to Maria. But of course, I want you to feel at home here as best as possible.
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

Maria nodded understanding why Janet would want to make her feel more comfortable. Whatever you want to do - I'll play. She smiled. She felt a little more comfortable just by Janet's hospitality.
Thread: It's Because Your Mom's Hot [Mindless&Blakkatt]

She smiled before briefly biting her lip.Should she really try pushing it. Maria was an attractive girl after all. How about I get us some drinks to help us both relax first? She headed back into the kitchen.
Thread: Flattery will get you everywhwere (Drum X Charmed)

Professor Daniels looked at his watch. He still had 15 minutes of time to lecture, but to be honest, he just wasn't in the mood. The military and war sections of American history were difficult subjects to teach at an all girl's school. It was a shame too, because the Civil War was by far his favorite time period. But looking out over his mostly neatly uniformed female audience, he could see that there were already one or two students dozing as they leaned on their arms. Even the over-achievers had their eyes glazed over and were only taking the occasional note. He decided to cut his losses and sum up for the day a little early. The important point to take from today's lecture is that one of the main reasons the Civil War was so bloody was the combination of the Napoleonic tactics that the Generals were trained in and the use of the much more accurate rifle over the previous generation of musket, he sighed audibly, pretty sure that no one had really heard any of that. It's the main point I want you to get from Chapter 13, read it before your test, he continued, Let's leave there for today, ladies. If you want to talk to your neighbor, quietly , you may. If anyone has any questions or concerns, just come up to my desk. James sat down behind the nice wooden desk at the front of the classroom and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. He shuffled a few papers around to make himself look busy for a moment, but finally just leaned back in his chair and waited for the bell to ring. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the typical teenage girl chatter he was constantly surrounded by here. If he hadn't been promoted to one of the Assistant Headmaster positions in addition to his teaching responsibilities, he probably would have quit by now. This was a good gig though, despite not having any male students that might have an interest in what he'd tried to talk passionately about today, and despite all the craziness and estrogen he had to put up with on a daily basis. Click to expand...